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For some reason in high school Jason had never really been popular, and as such he always assumed people or “popular people” thought he was a looser.

He was a big guy after all, at 6’5″ he was tall for any age, and he worked out a fair amount, having played soccer his whole life, but that wasn’t exactly a “jock sport” like football or basket ball. He wasn’t even on the school team. His father was wealthy, and in his youth had been voted the most popular kid in his school, as had his step-mother. Likely, some day, his young step-sister would as well, since she had recently made the cheer team as a freshman.

Logistically, Jason should have been a pretty popular guy.

So why wasn’t Jason popular? He was unreasonably shy. People would invite him to parties, and he would freeze, and over-analyze the invitation, worry weather it was a trick, why would the person want him there, would he enjoy it? People took his silence as intentional, and before Jason would muster up the courage to respond who ever had invited him would have given up and walked away.

Another problem was that Jason was naturally intelligent. He never studied, and rarely did any homework. In class he would never take notes, instead preferring to zone out and fill his notepads with art. Regardless of how hard he would try to slack off, he almost always aced his tests. His teacher’s loved him, and would try to motivate him by bragging about him to the other students, or volunteer him to explain difficult concepts to the class. Jason hated feeling like a nerd, and he hated the attention.

He was also seen as too nice. Growing up, he had always stood up for the nerds against the jocks and bullies. This wasn’t actually anything to do with caring about who was in the right or wrong, the bigger kids were just more fun to fight. No one else really knew about his real motivations though.

So all through high school Jason felt like a socially awkward nerd, and as such believed everyone else did too. So one year the most popular girl in the school, Mary, said he was REALLY cute and that she had wanted him to ask her out all semester. Over her shoulder, he literally saw her popular friends laughing at them. He may have been socially awkward, but he was no bodies fool. “Good luck with that.” he told her sarcastically, shaking his head and walking away. Jason may not be cool, he reasoned to himself, but he was uncool on his own terms at least, no reason for him to fall for such embarrassing and obvious trickery.

So just before he turned 18, Jason went alone to watch this movie about becoming a spy. None of his friends had wanted to see it. The lead was challenged to get information from strangers, or get invited into their homes, while revealing nothing about himself. Jason was a self proclaimed student of psychology. While he had always been awkward about assuming what others thought of him, he had grown up watching others interact, and was pretty good at understanding how others thought or felt.

Jason reasoned that with enough planning and/or practice, he should be able to be like the guy in the movie, getting into peoples heads, saying the right things, earning trust, and all the while work himself passed his own mild agoraphobia. He would never have to fear what other people thought of him if he gained some control of that opinion.

Everyday that summer after seeing the movie Jason drove to the mall. He would sit against a wall and pick someone, a married man, an older woman, a family of three, a kid his own age, and watch them as they shopped or spoke to shopkeepers, maybe listen in on a phone conversation, and once he was ready he would “run into them” and just start up a conversation. For 90 days, 3 to 8 hours a day, Jason taught himself how to speak to people. He learned how to fake confidence at first, but as his successes mounted and his failures decreased, he grew to have legitimate confidence in himself. And he started making friends. A lot of them.

By his 18th birthday, Jason felt he was finally popular. At least at the mall.

He knew almost all of the mall-rats, and everything about them, who had dated who, who used what drug, who was a virgin, who was easy, who had a rough home life, and all they knew of him was his name, and Jason loved that they didnt seem to notice that they didn’t know anything about him.

When they asked why he spent so much time talking to strangers he said he was learning to be social, which they took as a joke. The mall-rats never asked more than that. He even went to several parties by the end of that summer. By that point, people he didn’t even know knew him by name.

****** The Mall Rat

One such party was held in an empty vacant apartment. Someone had jimmied the door and stayed a few nights, and decided it would be a great place for a party. There wasn’t any power, so there wasn’t any light either. He spent an hour talking to one guy, learning every detail about the guys life, when someone asked “Is that Jason I hear.” The guy Jason had been talking to said “Who the casino oyna fuck is Jason?” Jason, he decided about himself, was as skilled at being social as the guy in the spy movie. He hadn’t even told this guy Kyle his name, and he knew more about him than most of Kyle’s personal friends.

Later that night, Kyle’s girlfriend, who was one of the mall-rats Jason kind of recognized walked off down the street from the party, and Jason soon caught up to her to ask what was wrong. Since Jason knew about their relationship problems from Kyle, it was easy to get her to open up. It didn’t take too much encouragement before she told him all about how her 24 year old boyfriend wanted her to give up her virginity, especially now that she was 18, and how she really loved him but was scared to do so.

So Jason told her all sorts of generic B.S., if he loves you, he will wait, don’t do it until it feels right, tell him to slow down or hit the road. That kind of thing. It was certainly the opposite of what his new friend Kyle would have wanted. He was ready to dump Kat if he didn’t get some ass. But that was not appropriate advise for Jason to tell the girl. Plus, she was not exactly ugly and had a great rack, so Jason as a guy was not strongly motivated to help Kyle get some ass. Jason had the ‘maybe if he dumps her I can hit it’ mentality.

Eventually they got back to the party, and she left with her boyfriend. Kyle seemed none to pleased that she had walked off with another guy. Jason had a “sucks for you” attitude about it. The chic had been short, had a decent rack, and a revealing top. Jason, being 6’5″ had had a great view walking beside her.

Then one day the following week, out of the blue, Kat brings in a batch of homemade brownies to the mall for Jason. Jason hadn’t expected that at all. To the best of his knowledge she still had a boyfriend. Still, moving on instinct, he accepted the brownies and offered her a ride home. He had learned on their walk the week before that she usually walked home, because Kyle had wrecked her car and her dad worked second shift until passed midnight.

She agreed, and they exchanged numbers. He then returned to the conversation at hand while enjoying his brownies, sharing with no one, but completely blowing Kat off at the same time. This wasn’t to be mean, but he had never “made a move before” and was worried that if he kept talking to her he would start being goofy about it and ruin his chances. Kat wasn’t hot, but she was cute. She had dirty blonde hair that maybe could be washed more often, and was one of those girls who tried to hard to hide behind he rack. In fact her T shirt said squeezable across said chest.

Eventually the mall closed, and after texting Kat he spotted her standing patiently by a wall where she could see him. He said his goodbyes, then walked up and took her hand wordlessly leading her through the mall and to his car. Once inside, the silence was palpable, broken only by his questions about directions and her warmly spoken answers. He pulled up to her house and parked on the street.

***** The Flirting

“Thanks for the ride, that was really sweet of you.” She said to him, looking at him with a blush.

Jason had never really had a girl look at him quite like that, but played it off as if he had been there a thousand times. “Thankful enough for a kiss?” She blushed deeply, and he turned his head and pointed towards his cheek patiently. Eventually, slowly, she leaned over and gave him a peck, followed by another thanks. He said “Wait here.” as he hopped out of the car and walked around to her side opening the door and helping her out. “I’m going to walk you to the door.”

She smiled and looked to the ground as he helped her out of the car, but didn’t release his hand once she was out. ‘Was it really this easy?’ he thought to himself, amused by how much she seemed to be into him. “You don’t have to do that.” she said.

“Its only fair. You kissed me on the cheek as thanks for the ride, and I haven’t gotten to thank you yet for the brownies. I think I will have to thank you the same way when I walk you to the door…” She seemed keen on that idea, and followed him willingly. He could tell by the way she smiled so broadly at the ground that she wanted Jason to kiss her.

Jason’s mind was calculating what to say next, wondering how far he could take this…

On the porch, he waited for her to unlock the door, then he opened it for her and let her take a step inside. There she turned and presented her cheek to him and asked him for her ‘thanks’. He smiled and shook his head. “You kissed my cheek for simply giving you a ride, and that was nothing. The brownies you made me were amazing! I think I can give you a better reward than that.” He took her hands in his and pulled her against him, they made eye contact briefly, before he let his eyes trail down to her lips and waited.

Her lips parted for him, and her breathing picked up. Enjoying the feeling of her chest pressed against him, he teased her, leaning in for the kiss slot oyna but pulling back every time she went for it, until finally he confidently said “Those brownies really were spectacular. I think I should come inside to give you this kiss.” Her eyes went wide looking at him, and she looked over his shoulder as if checking to see if they were being watched. He didn’t wait for her consent, but gently pushed her back into the hall and shut the door behind him.

Spying the kitchen down the hall he pulled her by the hand to the island counter and leaned himself against it, then he took her hands again and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her to him. He started teasing her again, keeping his lips just an inch from hers. He was teasing himself as much as he was teasing her. He had never kissed a girl before, all though she clearly didn’t know that.

To her, he was the experienced lead. Really, he still hadn’t really decided to kiss her at all. He liked knowing he could, and seeing how much he could make her want it, but he could still easily turn and walk away. She wasn’t the hottest mall-rat, after all. He wasn’t interested in her personality at all either, but she clearly dug him, and had such an appealingly large rack….

Inspired, he picked her up and spun in place sitting her ass on the island counter top. Her legs parted to either side of him simply because he was close enough to the counter that they had to. She was breathing heavily now. He brought his lips back towards hers, and rubbed the back of her head and neck before whispering “Can I kiss you?” That coy innocence broke her restraint, and she pulled him into her, wrapping and squeezing her legs around him and forcing her tongue down his throat. This was Jason’s first kiss, although Kat still would have sworn he was more than experienced.

Kyle had never teased her like that, nor could she ever remember her heart beating faster. Jason’s hands slid smoothly from her neck to her ass, ass to her jeans, and then slowly back up her shirt to squeeze her bra clad tits. Eventually Jason broke the kiss with a funny smile on his face, shaking his head.

“Whats so funny?” she asked breathlessly, hugging him to her.

“You didn’t let me finish.” He replied. “I wasn’t asking to kiss your lips.” His hands were still caressing her tits. He pinched them hard and held them firmly through her bra and she lost all the air in her lungs. Opening her mouth in shock, he began kissing her again, and as he released the grip on her tits, she got lost in the kiss once again, forgetting or forgiving the pain she had just felt.

She knew as soon as he unhooked her bra that she was in trouble, but she also wanted it off. Soon her shirt was on the floor next to it. His lips were very suddenly pulled from hers, only to latch onto her exposed nipples, sucking and licking them like there was no tomorrow.

Kyle had played with her tits before, but had never made her feel anything like what Jason was doing to her now. She leaned back on her arms, paralyzed with pleasure, and was overcome with a jolt of electricity when his hand suddenly pinched her pussy through her denim jeans. She sat upright to protest, but was met with his lips on hers again. Her hand grabbed his wrist with the intent of pulling it away from her pussy, but she could apply no pressure. The way his fingers rubbed her pussy through her shorts stole every ounce of strength she had.

‘I can’t let him take this further while I am still with Kyle. I want soooo badly to cum, and I think Jason could make me cum very easily, but I don’t want my first time to be an affair! I can break up with Kyle tomorrow and invite Jason back, but I cant let Jason take my pants off!’ Kat thought to herself.

As if reading her mind Jason whispered in her ear “I don’t want to fuck you, I know your still a virgin, but this is how I want to thank you for the brownies. I want to kiss you right here.” His hands continued to rub her crotch, and he could feel how hot and damp she was. “I want to lick this and kiss this and I want to taste you as you cum. Is it ok for me to take your pants off?”

Kat fell all the way back on the island. That wasn’t fair! She had told Jason that first night about how Kyle never returned the oral favor when she went down on him, and Jason went on and on about how pleasurable it was to go down on a girl for both him and his women! She was mad at herself as she lifted her hips and undid her jeans. Kyle had never offered to go down on her, and she wanted to cum sooo bad!

She knew Jason would know what he was doing, and she wanted to climax right then more than anything! Soon she was naked on the island counter top in the kitchen, staring at the ceiling waiting to see what Mr.Perfect was going to do to her. She closed her eyes as she felt his hot breath on her pussy. He was an inch away, teasing her as he had with his kiss. She wanted to cry she wanted it so bad!

She was almost to the point of doing so when out of nowhere his fingertips started flicking quickly canlı casino siteleri across her nipples, sending tiny jolts of electricity all across her body. She moaned and stretched her arms and legs. She rested her legs on Jason’s back and as they pressed down on Jason’s shoulders he ran his tongue firmly across her cunt.

Kat cussed! Jason smiled to himself as his hands continued to play with her nipples. He had, after all, just tasted his first cunt. And sucked on his first set of tits. And made out for the first time. ‘How many firsts can I pull off tonight?’ he wondered, as he carefully stimulated the outside of her left labia with his tongue.

He may not have experience, but he had grown up reading stories in magazines and online, and he never forgot anything he read. Now it was simply a matter of testing every trick he learned, and figuring out which ones worked best on Kat. He knew she liked to be teased, so he wasn’t going to touch her clit until he knew it would make her cum. His tongue moved slowly in and around her slit while his fingers moved swiftly across her large nipples. Then at times, he would squeeze her tits firmly and work his tongue as swiftly as he could manage. It wasn’t until her hands were trying to squeeze blood from his scalp that he clamped his hands hard onto her tits and put all the speed and skill he could into working her clit. She cried out, very audibly, kicking Jason in the back with both legs and he could feel his chin become very moist, very fast.

Once it was over, and he had lapped up his fill of her soaking wet pussy, he stood and pulled her up to a sitting position. He wiped the cum from his lips and chin, and pulled her in for a tender kiss. She melted into him. “Thank you.” She whispered to him shyly, turning beat read. Jason felt very powerful just then, being completely clothed in a strangers home, while she blushed naked in front of him.

“You mean your welcome.” Jason corrected. “That was my way of thanking you for the brownies after all, they were incredible.”

She smiled at the idea of continuing the ruse. “No, what you just did to me was much more than incredible.”

Jason looked off to the side as if deep in thought “If only there was some incredible way you could thank me then….” She smiled broadly as she began to unbutton his shirt.

“I am sure I can think of something.” She smiled at him, and he kissed her passionately. But when he broke the kiss she stayed silent and looked to the floor…

“I just got you off with my lips and tongue and now you are shy? You told me you have gone down on guys before….” She had mentioned oral was the compromise for sex with Kyle. A frequent one, and all ways one way. Why was she shy now? She blushed. He said “No pressure, but I would REALLY appreciate the favor.” He gently leaned her back with his hands and took her tits into his mouth again. It wasn’t long before her breathing had picked back up and he could tell she was ready to do what he asked.

Jason picked her up off the table, and she wrapped her naked legs around his abs. He had her lifted high enough to keep his lips on her sensitive and overgrown tits, and his hands supported her ass as he carried her to the living room. She had to watch her head to keep it from hitting the ceiling. He sat down on the couch, and slid her down his chest to sit in his lap.

She was uncomfortable with straddling him since she was so turned on, so she quickly shifted down to the floor. He placed her hands on his lap, and they obediently started unsnapping his jeans and sliding down his zipper. She was extremely nervous, and even though she put her hands into his jeans and rubbed his cock, they stayed on the outside of his boxers. This was the second cock she had ever touched.

Jason didn’t wait long before moving his hands from her chest to his own cock, pulling it free. She pulled her hands back from it on reflex, but he placed them back on his cock and held them there before she built up the courage to grip it on her own.

‘Why am I so nervous?’ she wondered to herself. It was because he had made her cum like she had never imagined, and she was worried she would do a bad job and that he would loose interest. Plus there was no question that this was more than innocent kissing, something that “just happened”, with her hands stroking his cock and his hands needing her naked tits, she was officially cheating on her boyfriend. Not to mention he was soooo much bigger!

Once again, he seemed to read her mind and said “There is nothing to be nervous about. Have confidence, because I am looking forward to this, so I will enjoy it. If you are worried about it I can teach you what I like.”

“What should i do?” she asked. She looked so insecure pumping his massive cock, almost like she feared it. Somehow, this only turned Jason on even more.

“Kiss it.” he told her. His cock throbbed in her hands. Slowly, she lowered her lips and kissed the tip of his cock. It throbbed happily in response. “No, kiss it like this.” He lifted her head to his and he kissed her passionately, yet teasingly. He sucked her lips into his mouth, one by one, and nibbled each. He swirled his tongue around hers before pulling back and pressing her head back down to his cock. She obeyed beautifully.

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(Nearly all of my stories have pieces of truth. This one does also. There is also a tiny bit of fantasy. Which portions? You get to decide.

Today as I write is the 22nd of January, I just got back from a long trip.

What was I doing and why?

I make the trip every year and have for years now.

At the end of the story you will understand.)

+++

Dan was not yet 30 years old the day the accident happened. It was a stupid mistake, he was showing off.

The day was hot, far hotter than normal. Dan looked up when the big flatbed truck backed up to his garage doors. He stared for a moment as the woman got out, she was absolutely beautiful.

Picking up a nearby rag, Dan wiped his hands and went out to greet the lady, doing his best to not stare at the obvious dark circles showing clearly through the simple white peasant style blouse she wore.

The shorts were cutoff blue jeans, her well tanned legs looked like they went on forever. She appeared to be a bit older than he was, one of those women that probably never left their bedroom until their makeup was on, hair perfect, everything offering a certain look.

Dan had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, and was even lucky enough to score a few of them. That isn’t that hard to do when a man is young and strapping strong, owns his own business and home, has some money in his pocket.

Few if any affected him the way this woman did, he was glad that the work pants he wore were on the loose side. He felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment.

“Hello! I am Cindy, my husband Barry sent me down to pick up his engine. Is it ready?” She flashed a smile that added to the situation. Of course she was completely aware of the effect she was having on him.

“Yes, ma’m, it is. Come on in.” Dan turned and led her into the tiny office of the converted older gas station he had built into a machine shop.

“Please call me Cindy.” He heard her say sweetly.

She glanced at the bill, then reached into her purse and handed him cash. It was quite a bit of cash, doing the machine work on the huge 460 cubic inch Ford engine had taken him all week.

His customer obviously had money, he never flinched at all when Dan quoted him some figures. Most customers did not, his reputation was well established and if someone wanted an engine that was special, then they came to see Dan.

So for nearly a complete week he had carefully sized and fitted each piece of it, knowing it was going to be special.

“How are you going to load it?” She asked, looking at the big engine block. The crankshaft and heads lay there on the bench, the big empty engine block sat in a plastic bag on the floor.

Dan simply reached down, picked up the block and rolled it up to his chest. It was very heavy, yet Dan was young and strong. But the flatbed rear of the truck was high. Dan had to lean back slightly to make the lift,struggling at the very last but he managed. He did feel a slight tug in the small of his back, thought nothing of it. Then he went and got the two heavy heads and the rest of the parts and loaded them, strapping everything down securely.

Cindy was standing right there next to him, watching. She reached out and touched his bicep, smiling. It was like an electric shock.

“My, you certainly are a strong young man!” She told him. Dan couldn’t help himself, he puffed up his chest at that.

He watched as she got into the big machine and drove away. He never saw the woman again, but he always remembered her.

She was the key to the entire rest of his life.

+++

Dan was resting at home that evening when he felt another tug in his lower back. He got up and ran a hot bath, soaked for nearly an hour, then went to bed. The clock read 3 AM when he woke up, feeling the shock of stabbing pain in his back and hips.

There was no more sleep that night.

That morning it was to a point that nearly cannot be described. By afternoon he could no longer stand it, he stopped at a store and purchased a back brace.

That helped, but just a little. Ordinary pain pills didn’t appear to have any effect. Dan forced himself to do his work, each motion was a struggle.

The next week he listened as the old Doctor explained what he thought was wrong. Some bones in his back were rubbing or something from having been damaged. The last very heavy load had been the final straw, over a half dozen years and many other heavy lifts things had piled up.

“I am only 29!” Dan protested.

“It happens, keep up what you are doing and you will be disabled.” The old man told him. Then he prescribed prescription pain pills, and told him to do no heavy lifting of any kind, to take it easy.

“In fact, it’s best that you don’t do any work at all.” He said.

“Great!” Dan thought. He was self employed, barely making the rent and bills and his house payment. He had to go to work or lose everything.

The next day he didn’t go in though. In minutes after taking the medicine he began to feel very woozy. So he sat in his casino oyna chair and stared at the walls. At one point he realized his head was hanging off to the side and drool was coming out of the corner of his mouth.

No way could he take those pills and still function. There was nothing he could do but put up with the crazy pain.

By weekend he felt this was not going to work, he went to see a Chiropractor. The man felt around, then twisted and turned his body, creating monstrous pain. Later, he handed Dan a small bottle of pills.

“Take these, they will help. Then I need you to come back tomorrow.”

“What are these?” Dan asked, now in so much pain he could barely speak.

“Vitamins, they will build up your bones.” The man said.

Dan never went back.

A month later he sat in another Doctor’s office as the man explained that they needed to go in there and take a look.

“About three to six weeks in recovery, then you should be feeling pretty good!” The Doctor told him, patting him on the shoulder. That sent a stab of pain through his back so severe he nearly passed out.

Later, in the parking lot, he thought about it. They appeared to not know what was wrong, not for sure. So their answer was to cut him open and “take a look?”

Somehow that just did not sound right to him.

He never went back to see that Doctor, either.

+++

It was a few months later when an older man named Walter that brought in work regularly was there in his office.

Another customer had just picked up a job.

“I wouldn’t go near that crabby mother fucker if his work wasn’t so damned good!” Dan overheard the customer say to his friend as they left.

Walter looked at Dan, saw the embarrassed look on his face.

“Hurting, ain’t ya?” Walter asked.

“Yea, my damned back. It never stops, I can’t sit down, stand up, lay down, nothing. The only time I don’t hurt is when I am floating in a hot bathtub.” Dan complained.

Walter reached into his pocket and pulled out a cheap business card.

“Go see this lady.” He said.

Dan looked at the card.

“Massage therapy by Lynn.” The card read, with a phone number. Dan stuck it in his pocket and instantly forgot about it, turning his attention to the MG cylinder head Walter had brought in.

“Carlos!” He called out to the young helper he had hired. He knew he did not dare try to carry the tiny little cylinder head back into his shop by himself.

+++

Dan was doing his laundry that weekend, the card fell out of his shirt pocket. He felt the stab of pain as he carefully squatted down to pick it up. Glancing at it, he again stuck the card into his pocket and forgot it.

Laundry took all day, he now carried a small basket and made continual trips back and forth. He was wishing he had a girl friend, or even a wife to help, but the way things were, that was out of the question.

No way in hell could he even make love, he had given up even trying. The few women he did know and had dated off and on had long since moved on to others.

His life had devolved to work, rest, and sometimes solo sexuality. He missed the times when a warm body was next to him in bed, and while he most certainly still had his virility, the final act of sex was now nearly impossible.

Most females did not understand the need for extreme caution at a time like that.

In his living room, Dan sat down in his recliner. There was one position that if he got it exactly right, he was free of the pain. It was a struggle but worth it, using his left hand to brace against the armrest, he could work the lever that tipped the chair with his right.

He now spent one hell of a lot of his free time in that chair, being careful to not move.

As he reached carefully for the TV guide, something poked him lightly, he reached up to rub his chest and felt the card.

“What the hell, why not?” He reached for the phone and dialed the number.

“Lynn’s massage.” Said a soft female voice.

“I have a bad back!” Dan blurted out, instantly feeling stupid.

+++

He hadn’t planned at all on what to say. He knew of “massage” parlors, so he felt slightly nervous about even calling one of those places.

There had never been any real need, before being hurt Dan had a manner with women that appeared to get their attention easily. Plus he was young, in shape, and reasonably good looking. Add in owning his own home, a business, a nice set of wheels?

Female friends were not that hard to come by.

Just once when he had struck out, Dan lowered himself to that. The object of his attentions that evening had been flirting and teasing him mercilessly. He had bought drinks, they danced and she was rubbing her crotch firmly against his. Then right at the point where he was thinking it might be time to ask her to an early breakfast, then over to his house, she suddenly had an over sized male show up and they left together.

Dan figured that part out quickly, but glancing around, he saw little opportunity slot oyna left, so it was going to be one of those nights that did not work out.

That night on the way home he swung into the parking lot at a massage parlor. After a quick shower a tired looking gal with way too much makeup on came in, rubbed his back and behind for a couple of minutes, then peeled off her top and grabbed his dick. Her breasts were large and sagged heavily, her belly was round and she had a few rolls of fat hanging over the belt she wore. She did manage to create a weak orgasm but barely.

“There ya go honey.” She told him and left the room. So Dan didn’t think much of massage parlors.

But he was in the mood, and now taking care of himself did not really do it for him. For a moment he came very close to hanging up, the idea of hiring a woman for sex was not something he would normally even consider doing, having also tried that just a couple of times.

Once was while in the military and he was quite drunk at the moment, the tiny Asian woman took the money and then grabbed his cock and went to work. Her mouth was so small the end of his erection barely fit but she tried very hard to please him.

That actually wasn’t so bad, except for the parts in between when they were getting shot at.

But then he noticed how many of the other soldiers were having to drop their pants to get needles stuck in them, so it was only just the one time.

The other time was in a bar, he met a pretty young woman, and was well into the process of trying to seduce her when she asked for money.

That had turned out to be not one hell of a lot different, she had a seedy nearby motel room and even though Dan was built larger than some males down there, it was like he was trying to screw air. Plus the condom she had rolled over him was even larger and he had to hang onto it to keep it in place.

He finally did manage to get off, it didn’t help at all that several times she asked him, “Haven’t you cum yet?”

+++

“I see. Would you like an appointment?” The soft voice replied.

“Yes, I think so. What are your fees?” Dan asked.

“It’s $13.00 per hour, and I make sure you get the full hour.” Lynn replied.

Wow. That seemed low, even though Dan now had a helper he paid the $1.85 per hour minimum wage so it was quite a bit of money at the time.

He had expected that one of those “Massage” girls would be at least $30.00, even $35.00.

Possibly even more.

Maybe she was older, perhaps she wasn’t pretty?

He really did not care at the moment.

“All right.” He told her, deciding.

+++

Dan had no idea at all of what to expect as he climbed the single flight of stairs to the upstairs office. He had not expected there to be stairs, either.

He groaned when he saw them, but managed them with a struggle.

The woman’s voice was very soft on the phone, he had a vision of someone tiny as a result. Maybe she would be cute, perhaps even…willing? It had been such a long time now since Dan had had any female companionship at all.

When the door opened, Dan stood there momentarily in surprise. The woman standing there smiling was easily in her fifties, she was about the same height as he was, and her shoulders were obviously wider. She wore slacks and a simple white tank top style T-shirt, her arms bristling with muscle.

“Dan?” She smiled. Good lord, this woman was homely! Her hair was cut straight across her forehead in bangs, and it looked the same around the sides like she simply reached up and cut it off with scissors. Her clearly bra less breasts hung low on her chest, appearing flattened out by the snug tank top. She was not fat but she certainly was big.

“Come on in.” She held the door. She had some kind of accent he couldn’t quite place. Dan walked in, not knowing what else to do.

The room felt very warm, in a few seconds he felt beads of sweat pop onto his forehead.

It popped into his head that he was probably going to die, if she started twisting and beating on his back…?

“Have you ever had a massage before?” She asked, pointing to a simple wooden chair. She watched carefully as Dan struggled into it, like she was inspecting him.

“No, not really.” He shook his head, the one time he did get one popped into his head. He could not stop the blush, this was not at all like what he had expected when he called.

Lynn’s gaze was steady, she never changed expression.

“Well. Let’s see what we can do. You say your back is sore?” She gave him a disarming smile.

“Yes, it’s terrible, it never stops.” He told her.

“Do you have any swelling anywhere?” She asked him.

“Yes, in my hip and in my….” Dan hesitated again, not really wanting to say that right out to this old woman.

Sometimes his right testicle became swollen, enough so that he had to use a large safety pin to keep his pants fastened.

“In your genitalia?” She asked bluntly.

Dan nodded, still flushing.

“OK. What I will do today is use my canlı casino siteleri hands to see what is going on, and try to ease the pain for you, OK?”

“OK.” Dan nodded.

“Good, go ahead and take off all of your clothes and get on the table.” She sat down in another chair, folded her hands in her lap and looked at him.

Dan hesitated. She was right there, did she expect him to…? He felt himself blush again furiously.

“Everything?”

“Yes, please. Don’t be bashful, I have seen many men.” Once again she gave him that same smile.

Dan sighed, unbuttoned his shirt as Lynn sat there calmly inspecting him. He glanced at the woman as he slipped first his pants, hesitated, then his briefs down.

Her gaze dropped to his loins, then back up like she was checking out every inch of him. The steady gaze caused him to swell slightly.

Now worried about what she might think if he got an erection, Dan quickly turned his back and looked at the table. It was fairly high, covered with a single white sheet. There was a small pillow at the end of it covered with a towel, he assumed she wanted him to face that way.

Glancing back again, he saw that she was still looking his body over carefully, he resisted the urge to grab the towel and cover himself.

Managing to struggle up on the table, Dan lay there face down. That was better, at least his privates were not completely exposed to her that way.

Of course Dan had been naked with females before and even briefly in front of a nurse or two. But this was completely different, this older woman was a total stranger and fully dressed.

Lynn picked up a small bottle, put some oil on her hands and rubbed them briskly together.

Then her fingers began to probe him lightly.

“Oh, my!” She said seconds later as her hands found the swelling in his right hip. He expected her to start right in once she noticed his swollen hip, instead she moved to his legs and began to work upwards.

It was only about 15 minutes into the session, by now she was working on his upper back, Dan realized he seemed to have stopped hurting so badly. The pain had softened to about what it was like when he got his easy chair just right.

He felt his mind begin to wander, almost like he was dreaming. A scent wafted over him, just a hint of it but he had a vision of being outside, the scent was of flowers. He could sense her pause periodically, one hand still touching him while the other reached for something.

He felt his eyes blur with dampness, and was grateful for the towel right there under his face as he dabbed at his eyes. That was confusing and embarrassing at the same time, he was very nearly crying?

Lynn did not appear to notice, the hands kept right on stroking him.

When she finally did get to the extremely painful area, he never felt any stab of pain at all, instead, it felt good. Wonderful, in fact. He felt himself begin to doze.

Dan woke up to her voice asking him softly to turn over. Once again he was fully aware he was completely naked, then it hit him that he also had an erection. He hesitated, what would this old woman think of him?

Lynn reached out and placed her hand in the small of his back and asked again. Dan rolled over, feeling himself again blush furiously. Glancing up at Lynn, he saw she was looking at his groin.

Her expression was one of interest.

By now Dan was completely sure that this woman was not one of “those” types. The few times in his entire life he had lowered himself to paying for favors, they had reached directly for the goal and appeared to be in a hurry.

This woman was in no hurry at all, besides, she was far older and as homely as it is possible for a female to be.

“Nice strong young man, well built!” She said, and once again she began to work on his upper body first.

When her hands began to work on the front of his legs, Dan stammered an apology. He was as hard as he could ever remember, and nothing he could think of would make that go away.

She seemed to sense his discomfort at being erect.

“It’s OK, that is perfectly normal, it just means you have good blood flow.” She reached out with the flat of her hand, placed it on his stomach, the other hand touched his forehead.

“Take a deep breath.” She said. Dan felt his erection instantly fade and go back down as he complied.

Lynn just smiled, said nothing and resumed her work.

She stepped up to the head of the table and worked out his chest and neck muscles, then his arms. Next she stepped to his side and began large clockwise circles around his stomach. Dan felt his erection begin again, as her hands swept around in circles the side of her palm bumped the end of it. She was not being cautious around his loins at all. Her fingers were moving right down alongside his testicles with each stroke, he could feel them press into his inner thigh and flow upwards. The pressure was light, almost a caress.

He was unable to keep himself from growing even harder.

She didn’t say anything at all, she just kept on. Then she stopped briefly, and moved back up to the head of the table. Leaning far over, she reached down and drew her palms up the inside of both legs at once, turning her fingers inward to gently lift his testicles.

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“There you are again,” chuckled Charlie Gordon as he leaned back against the wall of the hot tub and reached for his glass of iced tea. “You buy a house out in the middle of nowhere expecting privacy…”

The retired Marine chuckled as he left the sentence unfinished, because while he did like the seclusion his house out here provided, he also had no problem in somebody talking an interest in peeking at him over the privacy fence that separated his house from the now-vacant one.

That couple had left, because the guy probably couldn’t keep his wife from looking over at him while Charlie sunbathed or sat in the Jacuzzi on his back patio, nude as was his custom. Even the fence hadn’t kept the guy’s wife from peeking at him whenever she could.

Charlie had no interest in the woman, since his tastes ran to members of his own gender. Her husband – he was too old though, probably about 50, but their son – he was another story. A whole lot of stories last summer before he went off to college.

Charlie liked them young – not TOO young of course – because he had no interest in spending time on the front page or locked up with a bunch of animals, all for sake of a roll in the hay. A nice 18 or 19 year old, like young Ellis had been last year, or like many of the young recruits that he had managed to mold into men in many ways back in his service days, that was perfect.

So who was that over there peeking through the fence at him, Charlie wondered? Probably over 6′ tall, judging by the glimpse of brown hair he had seen over the top of the fence. There were some young fellows that lived down the road a ways. Maybe one of them heard about him and his… ways.

“Been a while,” Charlie mused, and then decided to stand up and stretch, mumbling, “You want to see something -here you are.”

At 61, Charlie Gordon was just as trim as he had been all his life, the 170 pounds that his muscular 6’2″ carried pretty much the same as it had been back in high school.

The only sign of age was his hair color. His brush cut was silver, and needed a trim Charlie mused as he ran his wet hands over the bristle. The chest hair was now mostly grey now as well, and Charlie had been tempted to shave it more than once.

Not only would the hair gone show off his still fit physique, but might make him look younger. His pubic hair – that was long gone. The first time he had noticed a grey one in the forest, he had shave it all off, and it never grew back.

Charlie looked down at what his nosy friend was probably looking at, and as he moved his hips the long flaccid snake swayed lazily back and forth, the smoothness around it making the over-sized organ appear even bigger.

Charlie stepped out of the Jacuzzi and stepped inside, and just for the hell of it, went out the front door, grabbing a towel just in case somebody was out on the dead end street, because he was curious who was his secret admirer.

When Charlie came around the side of the vacant house, he saw that the person was male was not more than 6′ tall, because he was standing on a milk crate. The kid, chubby it appeared, was unaware of his presence, and Charlie was amused when he saw that the lad, who was wearing t-shirt and shorts, had the shorts a little bit down and while his left hand was holding the fence, his right hand was busy doing something.

Charlie wished he could see what that hand was slowly moving on as the kid kept looking through the slats, no doubt waiting for him to come back out to the Jacuzzi when in fact he was standing about 12 feet behind him.

“Good afternoon,” Charlie bellowed when he could wait no more, and when the kid jumped he lost his balance, causing him to fall down clumsily.

Charlie was over there fast, helping the boy to his feet as he pulled up his pants and tried to pull away.

“Don’t go,” Charlie said as the red-faced lad looked at him with eyes bulging.

“I wasn’t doing nothing,” the boy said.

“You mean you weren’t doing anything, don’t you?”

“Yes,” the kid sniffed and he clutched his pants to keep them from dropping.

“It appeared you were looking over into my back yard,” Charlie said.

“I was just looking at the jacuzzi. Want my Mom to get us one. It looks cool”

“That so? Looks like you were doing something more than looking,” Charlie said as he nodded downward, and he let go of the lad’s wrist and told him to fix his shorts. “Want to try again, son? The truth this time?”

“I’m sorry mister,” the boy said. “I was just – I dunno. Bored. Curious.”

“Nothing better to do that look at an old man?”

“I’m a friend of Ellis,” the lad said. “Not a friend really. We rode the same bus to school.”

“That right?”

“I heard stuff. Stuff about you and him.”

“Really?”

“Can I go now?”

“What’s your name son?” Charlie asked in a fatherly voice.

“Garrett.”

“That your first name or last?”

“First. Garrett Strong. I live with my mother down on Route 29.”

“Pleased to meet you Garrett Strong,” Charlie said, extending his hand. “I’m…”

“Sgt. illegal bahis Gordon. I know who you are,” Garrett said. “My Mom, she would kill me if she knew I was up here. She said I should never come near you.”

“How come you didn’t listen to your mother?”

“She treats me like a kid.”

“You are a kid,” Charlie chuckled.

“I am not,” Garrett said. “I’m 18. Going to college in September.”

“What’s your birthday?” Charlie challenged, and after Garrett gave him the date he added, “What day of the week were you born on?”

“Thursday,” Garrett said, and Charlie nodded.

“Would you like to join me in the Jacuzzi,” Charlie offered.

“Don’t have a suit,” Garrett sniffled.

“Neither do I. See?” Charlie said, and the lad did a triple take, his head jerking around nervously while trying to pretend not to stare at what was revealed when the towel dropped.

“What’s the matter, Garrett? Did I look better from a distance?”

“No, I mean – I dunno,” Garrett said. “You sort of look like my uncle.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good. Real good. I love my uncle. I miss him.”

“Oh, did he pass away?”

“No, my Mom put an restraining order out on him. He can’t come anywhere near here.”

“Why, did he hurt your mother?” Charlie asked, his temper rising at the thought of a man hurting a woman like his own father had done to his mother long ago.

“No, he would never do that,” Garrett declared. “My Mom, she found out.”

“Found out what?”

“My Uncle Al, after my dad died he spent a lot of time around the house, helping out when he could. Taking me to ballgames and buying groceries. Then we started doing other stuff,” Garrett explained.

“I’m not following you,” Charlie said, although he was getting the idea.

“Me and Uncle Al – we would do stuff to each other,” Garrett said in a halting voice. “Stuff like you and Ellis did.”

“Oh,” Charlie said. “Did he force you?”

“No. I think I kinda of – I don’t know if I seduced him or not, but anyway – I wanted to be with him like that. I don’t have many friends. Nobody likes me because I’m fat.”

“You’re chubby, Garrett,” Charlie said, patting him on the shoulder. “Baby fat. You can shed that easy. 30 or so pounds – I used to trim down butterballs like you in 6 weeks.”

“You were in the Marines, weren’t you?” Garrett asked, and after Charlie nodded the lad added, “I would like to join them, if college doesn’t work out.”

“Always looking for a few good men,” Charlie smiled. “Now why don’t we hop in the water? It’s damn hot out.”

You’re going to hell, Charlie Gordon, the older man mused as he led Garrett over the his side of the fence, but then again, it’s not like I’m his uncle, and after all the little butterball is 18.

Still going to hell pal, Charlie concluded as he kept his hand on Garrett’s plump shoulder, just for what’s going through your mind right now.

“Want a drink?” Charlie offered, his voice breaking the lad’s stare at his cock, and when Garrett nodded he went inside and returned with a another tumbler.

“Figured you would be in the water already,” Charlie said.

“I will, in a minute,” Garrett said, and after clearing his throat asked, “How come you don’t have any hair – down there I mean?”

“One day I woke up and found a grey one, and I got so mad I shaved it all off,” Charlie explained. “The chest hair is next.”

“No, don’t,” Garrett said abruptly. “I mean, you look cool as you are. My Uncle Al has a hairy chest too.”

“That right?” Charlie asked. “You like hairy guys?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then maybe I’ll leave it alone,” Charlie announced with a laugh, and when Garrett just stood outside the pool looking at him, Charlie said that the water was very refreshing.

“If you want me to not look when you get undressed,” Charlie said. “Well, I could say that I won’t look, but that would be a lie. There’s no reason to be modest around me. I’ve seen more naked guys than most doctors.”

“Wish I wasn’t fat,” Garrett said, but then he reluctantly pulled his t-shirt over his head until Charlie’s watchful eye.

“You’ve got a hairy chest too, Garrett,” Charlie kidded as he pointed at the three hairs in the center of Garrett’s pudgy chest, between a couple of round man boobs with large red aureoles that looked made for sucking, and the lad laughed nervously, his plump belly with a deep navel giggling a bit as he did.

Garrett had his eyes closed as he dropped his shorts down and peeled down his underwear. Charlie was please to see that the lad had a decent sized piece of meat there sticking out of a bush of pubic hair that was like a jungle.

Not long, but thick, Charlie thought as he watched Garrett try to hide himself, perhaps in part because he had an erection, but as he climbed into the Jacuzzi Charlie helped him into, he commented on what he saw.

“That’s a real jawbreaker you have there son,” Charlie said, which about half of the roughly 5″ length consisting of a glans that was bigger than a plum, and the lad jumped when Charlie put illegal bahis siteleri the hand above the cock and pushed the doughy surface under the hair, adding, “Lose that fat and you’ve got a helluva weapon.”

“That’s what my Uncle used to say,” Garrett commented. “He used to say that when he had the head of my dick in his mouth he felt like a pig on a serving platter.”

“Heh heh,”

“You probably think I’m weird – and my Uncle Al is sick,” Garrett said as he eased into the water.

“I can’t judge, son,” Charlie said. “I don’t have any nephews, so I don’t know whether I would be any different. You see, I have a thing for young fellows.”

“Wish I wasn’t fat,” Garrett lamented.

“You said that before, Garrett. You would probably feel better about yourself if you lost weight, but as for the way you look, what would you say if I told you I thought you were cute?”

“You do?”

“Yes, and the way your cock was hard before you go into the pool, was that because of me?”

“Yes,”

“Are you still hard?” Charlie asked, and after the lad nodded Charlie said, “Stand up, Garrett. Let me see.”

Garrett almost slipped as he rose to the feet, and Charlie smiled as he put his hands on Garrett’s wide lips to steady the lad. The fat log was pointing straight at the ex-Marine, and the older man lifted the plump stub to inspect the meaty balls below.

“Nice, son,” Charlie said, eyeing the bulbous head of the kid’s organ, grateful that he had a big mouth.

“Ohhh!” Charlie heard Garrett moan as he took the massive glans in his mouth, and the kid’s whole body jiggled as his lips made the short trip down to the stub of the cock, with Charlie’s mouth stretched to the limit.

Charlie moved his hands around to hold Garrett’s ass cheeks, and as he squeezed the doughy buttocks he realized that the way the boy was wiggling around he might fall in the tub, so after he slid his lips back up to the tip he leaned back.

“Turn around for me, son,” Charlie said as he looked up at the wild-eyed kid who clearly liked what was going on, and as Charlie shuffled around to turn his back to Charlie, the older man asked him to bend over.

Garrett did as he was told, and as he presented his plump ass for Charlie’s inspection, his hands spread apart the cheeks to expose the hair-ringed balloon knot. Charlie brought his index finger to the opening and nudged it in, Garrett just groaned and accepted the long bony digit.

“Is that good for you?” Charlie asked as he digitally probed the hot cavity he was intent on sampling.

“Yes,” Garrett in a shaky voice, and Charlie wished that he had some lube nearby because the little butterball looked so good bent over as he was in front of him.

“You Uncle Al – did he take you anally?” Charlie asked he rose to his feet and twisted his finger in to the hilt.

“Yes sir,” Garrett whimpered, wiggling his butt backward into Charlie’s hand.

“Did you like it?” Charlie asked, and after Garrett nodded the older man had Garrett straighten up, he pulled his finger out of the boy rectum and leaned over, biting the lad lightly on the neck.

“Yes – it hurt but I liked it,” Garrett gasped as Charlie ground himself into the lad, reaching around under his arms to squeeze his nipples. “He was big – not as big as you though.”

“Last chance,” Charlie said. “If you come in the house with me, you know what I want.”

Charlie smiled when he saw the lad’s head nod up and down, and with that they climbed out of the tub and into the house.

“Straight ahead,” Charlie said, following Garrett down the hall, the sight of the pear shaped lad with the plump ass only making Charlie want him more. “Turn right.”

Charlie ducked into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels, and was only a couple of steps behind Garrett when the boy entered the bedroom, enjoying the shocked expression on his face in the huge mirror on the far side of the room as he looked around.

“You like it?” Charlie asked as he started to dry Garrett body off, starting with his back before working the towel into the ass crack.

“What’s that?” Garrett asked as he looked at the large wooden X behind them against the wall.

“Want to find out?” Charlie asked with a lecherous grin, and without waiting for an answer he eased Garrett backward and lifted his arms, slipping the lad’s wrists through the loops.

“If we were going to use this, I would tighten the bracelets on your hands, and then I would put your feet in those other bindings,” Charlie said. “Your Uncle ever play like that with you?”

“No sir.”

“Well, maybe we’ll do that someday,” Charlie said, taking the opportunity to dry Garrett as he stood there, watching his man boobs jiggle as the towel run over them.

“Okay,” Garrett said, although to Charlie he looked a little scared at the prospect, and figured it was good he hadn’t mentioned the clamps and the hot wax and other little toys he had used on his young prey in the past.

“You’re a hairy one, aren’t you?” Charlie mentioned as he rubbed the towel into the canlı bahis siteleri thick tufts of hair under his chubby arms, neither pleased or displeased at the surprisingly bushy armpits on the boy.

Much different that his ex-neighbor Clive, who had very little body hair, and Charlie smiled when he remembered having Clive in the very position Garrett was in now. The way Clive sniffled and winced and carried on when he had decided to pluck the few blonde hairs that the lad had under his arms still made him smile.

Such a process would take considerable longer with Garrett, Charlie mused as he moved the towel down, avoiding the swaying stub that was still pointing straight out. The older man knelt down to dry Charles legs, and as he toweled his hairy calves he noticed a long rope of pre-cum hanging from the opening of the red plum.

“There,” Charlie said as he finished drying, noting that Garrett could have just slipped out of the loose straps but had stayed in place, and after he pulled Garrett hands free he handed him a fresh towel. “Dry me now.”

Garrett nodded and dried the older man just as he had been dried, starting on his back and working downward, and after he got to Charlie’s ankles he turned around.

“No, I don’t get into that thing,” Charlie said as he saw Garrett looking at the wooden cross before starting to dry his chest. “That’s not my style. Sometimes by young friends find themselves in it though.

“Did Clive?”

“Many times.”

“You’re hairy too,” Garrett commented as he tenderly ran the cotton through the silver and black mat of hair on Charlie’s chest.

“That’s right, you like hairy guys,” Charlie recalled as he put his hands behind his head so that Garrett could dry his armpits.

“Yeah,” Garrett said while he worked the towel gently into him, and Charlie smiled when he saw that Garrett’s hand, like it did on his chest seconds earlier, had the towel slide of his hand so he could caress the hair beneath.

“You’re doing fine,” Charlie sighed as Garrett moved the towel down his body, and while he was avoiding the older man’s manhood, the lad’s eyes never strayed from the cock which was now semi-erect and at a 45 degree angle.

“It’s getting even bigger,” Garrett said as he looked on of the corner of his eye at the slowly rising organ, the head of the monolith beginning to peek out from under the shroud.

“Is that good or bad?” Sgt. Gordon asked, and after Garrett shrugged his shoulders the older man reached down and helped Garrett to his feet and led him over to the bed, where Charlie sat and positioned the lad in front of him.

“Let’s take care of this first,” Charlie said. “You’re dripping all over the place.”

“Sorry,” Garrett gasped as Charlie’s hand went over the shaft of the stiff cock and leaned forward, and unlike outside, this time when he put the fat bulb in his mouth his lips did not stop.

It was short but sweet, and in less than a minute the thick stub had sent a massive load into Charlie’s mouth and was going limp, and when Charlie looked up and Garrett panting and sweating like a hog, he smiled and said, “My turn.”

Charlie put the lad on all fours, with his knees on the edge of the bed and his lower legs hanging over it. The ex-Marine grabbed the plump ass cheeks and pulled them apart again, but after probing the hot cavity with his index finger again, decided to add a second digit to the equation.

“OH!” Garrett cried out as the old man spun the fingers in deep.

“You like that, huh?” Charlie cackled, and then put another finger in, causing the butterball to squeal loud enough to make Charlie glad he had no neighbors. “I’ll bet you could take a fist.”

“No, please,” Garrett cried out, seeming to be on the verge of wiggling away.

“Relax,” Charlie said, reaching into the night table from his bottle of lube, and after flicking it open squirted a generous amount on his cock and worked in it.

Within a few seconds, his fist had primed a weapon that was fully engorged, and without further adieu removed the fingers from the lad’s steamy rectum and moved up behind him.

“Wait… wait,” Garrett cried, but Charlie was already pushing the bulb of his organ into the balloon knot, and after the head popped in he kept pushing until he had most of his cock into the plump ass, the lad’s scream sending a chill down the older man’s spine.

The boy didn’t cry, Charlie noted approvingly, and as he stood there pounding his cock in and out of the lad, holding onto the fleshy hips as he started to really jackhammer into him, he noted that Garrett was taking it and even leaning back into the thrusts after a time.

“You like it, don’t you son?” Charlie grunted as he leaned over the pale fleshy back, and the kid grunted yes in response.

It was times like this that Charlie was glad he had a lot of self-control and was able the savor the taking of a fresh piece like Garrett, and unlike many of the young fellows, Garrett didn’t beg for a rapid ending or sob like a baby. That was a surprise, given the lad’s meek introduction.

By the time it neared the end, they had worked their way across the bed, with Charlie hunched over Garrett, who had his face in the bedding but had managed to keep his bottom up high while Charlie sank his cock in to the hilt like he was drilling for oil.

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“They are mostly male,” Craig replied. “We have two female ‘physicians’ who are both homosexual and are usually used in our gyno sex films.” Krista nodded as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

“I…” Krista stammered. “I’m not going to be having…sex…with the ‘physician’…right?” Craig smiled.

“Only if you want to,” he said. “That will also be asked on the list of procedures.” Krista nodded with a sigh of relief.

“You will be dressed in some different clothing after everything is taken care of as far as paperwork bahis firmaları is concerned, and after about a half hour, we should be ready to start filming,” Craig said. “Do you have any further questions, Krista?”

“When will I be paid?” Krista asked.

“Immediately after filming, via a discreet check from our company,” Craig replied.

“Great,” Krista said.

“Now…” Craig said reaching down into a drawer next to him. He pulled out a manila folder that had Krista’s name written across the top and was filled with paperwork. “In here you will find a questionnaire, the list of procedures for you to look over and consent to, a general consent form, a sexual health form, and a simple form asking for some general information including who to make our checks out to and things of that matter.” Krista nodded. “You can go ahead, take this…” he handed the envelope to Krista, “go out into the back waiting room, and I’ll check up on you in a half hour to see how you’re doing and we can start!”

“Thanks,” Krista said standing up.

“Thank you,” Craig said. Krista left the room with a folder thick with paperwork and walked down a hallway that felt both sterile and slightly dirty to the second waiting room. As Krista sat down on a brown chair in the second waiting room, she could hear the faint sound of a woman having an orgasm in a room nearby. Krista’s heart jumped as if she just now suddenly realized what she was getting herself into.

She took a deep breath and opened up the manila folder. The first sheet was a simple 1 page consent form stating that she was allowing herself to be filmed and she was informed of where it would be shown – online – and that she agreed not to sue for the publication of her soon-to-be-shot video. She quickly signed the sheet and dated it and moved onto the next sheet, a sexual health form. It asked basic questions including Krista’s sexuality, history of her partners, STIs and other matters of importance. Krista whizzed through this sheet as well and moved onto a questionnaire about her sexual history: if she ever had vaginal, anal and oral penetration, how often she masturbated and with what, fetishes, turn-ons and turn-offs and many other questions. This sheet took a bit longer for Krista to fill out, but she did it as truthfully as she could and moved onto the next form that she needed to fill out involving her address, phone number, e-mail and who the company needed to make checks out too. Krista filled out this sheet quickly as well and moved onto the very last sheet, the list of procedures that she could consent to. She read down the list, most of them were what she would expect, others were a bit more unorthodox to her. She consented to most everything, but had a hard time deciding whether or not she wanted to be examined while restrained, whether or not she wanted catheter insertion. She knew she did not want an enema and she was not a fan of douching, but did not consent against it. She knew for sure that she did not want any sort of intercourse with her exam and she wanted it to remain as professional looking as it could for a fake exam. She finished filling out the sheet and signed it at the bottom. She tucked all of the sheets away in the folder and placed it on the table next to her. She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap and waited for Craig to return.

“Go ahead and sit right there…” Craig said to another girl walking in with a manila envelope under her arm. He turned to Krista, “Are you finished with your paperwork?” Krista nodded. “Great, I’ll take care of this right away and we’ll get you back in just a minute!”

Krista looked across the waiting room at the girl that had just walked in with Craig and smiled meekly.

“Your first time?” the girl asked. Krista nodded. “It’s not too bad. And it’s a good way to make money.”

“How many times have you done this?” Krista asked.

“This is my third time,” the girl replied.

“Do you like it?” Krista asked. The girl shrugged going through her paperwork.

“It’s okay,” the girl replied. “I don’t like having sex with the men, I don’t suggest it.” Krista shook her head ‘no’ vigorously. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not bad…it’s just not for everyone.” Krista heard the familiar woman screaming in orgasm down the hall, the girl across from her smiled.

“That’s Holly,” the girl said. “She’s always here. She’s the famous one around these parts.” Krista nodded and looked down into her lap. An uncomfortable silence fell over the waiting room until the silence broke with the opening of a door.

“Krista?” a voice asked, Krista jumped up and looked over towards where the voice came from. A middle aged man was standing wearing a simple t-shirt and a pair of khakis like Craig, he had a receding hairline and was wearing a gold chain around his neck.

“I’m Krista,” Krista said in reply. The man nodded.

“Follow me,” he said.

Krista followed the man down yet another hallway and into a room kaçak iddaa that had the number 20 on the door.

“My name is Curt and I will be working with you today,” the man said.

“You’re the…” Krista said immediately looking down at his hands.

“The gyno, yes,” he said. “You’ve never done this before, eh?” Krista shook her head ‘no’. “Just follow what I say and things will go simple and quick.” Krista nodded.

Curt opened up the door to room number 20 and the two of them walked in. Krista looked around at her surroundings. On the right side of the room there was a sterile gynecological table being rubbed down with rubbing alcohol by a man that looked almost identical to Craig. Next to the table was a rolling stool and a metal rolling tray with various instruments that Krista only had a brief second to look over. On the wall were a couple of standard posters of female genitalia and the inner workings of the female anatomy. There was a stainless steel sink next to the exam table and a desk parallel to the exam table with a chair behind it. To the other side of the table was a thin screen separating view from the desk. Krista walked fully into the room and realized that the other side looked completely like a movie set with two cameras, lights, a white screen and two cameramen.

“So, the gist of this is you following Curt’s instructions,” one of the cameramen said. “You’re going to walk into the room again, shake hands with Curt and introduce yourself. Your name for this is going to be Sarah Moore and you’re coming in for a yearly check-up and because you’ve been having problems recently with pain while having sex.” Krista nodded. “Curt is going to hand you an exam gown and you will go behind the screen and undress, then the exam will begin.” Krista nodded again, her heart starting to beat faster.

“Shall we start?” Curt asked. The two cameramen nodded and the lights suddenly flashed on, very, very brightly. Curt walked over to the doctor’s desk and threw on a white coat and donned a stethoscope around his neck.

“Krista, go wait outside the door until you hear us say ‘Action’ and you may enter,” a cameraman said. Krista nodded and left the room.

“Action!” Krista heard and she walked into the room.

“Hello,” she heard Curt say. Krista walked across the room and to the doctor’s desk.

“Hi,” Krista said.

“Sarah Moore, I presume,” Curt said. “And why are you with us today?”

“It’s time for my yearly check-up and lately I’ve been having pain problems during sex,” Krista replied. Curt nodded.

“Well, we will just have to see what is going on down there then!” he said. “Please take this and go ahead and undress behind that screen over there.” Krista took the gown from Curt and walked behind the screen as she was instructed to do. She slowly started to undress out of her clothes. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this. As she took off her bra she could sense all of the eyes in the room on her. She quickly slipped out of her panties and threw on the exam gown.

She stepped out from behind the screen and hopped up onto the exam table. Curt walked up to her, took his stethoscope, placed the ear pieces into his ears and pulled apart the front part of Krista’s gown.

“I’m going to check your heart and your breathing,” Curt said. Krista followed Curt’s instructions and breathed in deeply when she needed and sat perfectly still on the table. The two of them made small conversation while the two cameramen filmed.

“Now Sarah, I need to check your breasts,” Curt said. He pulled the gown off of Krista’s shoulders. She felt cold and exposed. She watched Curt carefully as his hands started to move towards her left breast. Curt began to rub around in circles and slowly pinched Krista’s nipple. Krista felt the need to squirm, but remained still, not wanting the cameras to cut. Curt moved onto Krista’s right breast and repeated the process again. The right breast Krista felt he squeezed a little bit harder, but she was not actually sure.

“Lay back please,” Curt said. Krista followed his instructions, trying to squirm in a way to bring the gown back over her breasts but she had no such luck, if anything, the gown fell further down her body. Curt pulled out the stirrups on the table, a clanking sound that was unmistakable to any woman around. Curt took Krista’s bare feet, one at a time, and placed them in each of their respectable stirrups. Krista kept her knees clamped together and Curt pulled the gown out from underneath Krista leaving her completely naked on the table in front of Curt, two male cameramen and another male assistant. Curt pulled Krista’s knees apart and bent close to her head as he knew that the cameras were currently zooming in on her open pussy.

“You’re in a pornographic film,” Curt whispered in Krista’s ear, “you’re here to show your goods to the world, not to hide them.” Krista swallowed hard and nodded, opening her legs up just a tad more.

Curt threw on a pair of rubber gloves kaçak bahis and stood over Krista.

“Now I’m going to give you your manual exam,” Curt said. Curt pulled apart Krista’s pussy lips with one hand, making sure that she was fully exposed to the two cameras. Krista took a deep, shuddering breath and swallowed hard. The stranger’s hand on her most private areas was a bit disconcerting. Suddenly, she felt his finger probing around her clitoris, and within five seconds, she felt a thick finger disappear into her vagina. Curt moved his finger around and quickly inserted another finger inside of Krista. Krista squirmed this time unnerved by the foreign touch.

“Cut!” a cameraman shouted. Curt groaned and Krista breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the middle aged man’s fingers leaving her body.

“Krista,” the second cameraman said, “you must remain as stoic as possible. This is not a forceful film. It’s just a simple procedure, every woman goes through it…” Krista stopped listening to him as he trailed off.

“Are we ready?” the first cameraman asked looking at both Krista and Curt. Curt nodded and Krista shyly said ‘yes’. “All right then. Curt, fingers back in Krista’s pussy…” Krista jumped as Curt jammed his fingers deep inside her again, “and…action!” Curt’s fingers swirled around inside of Krista, bumping up against her cervix, and jostling her uterus around. Curt brought a hand to her abdomen and began to palpitate her stomach in the matter that a regular doctor might.

“Does this hurt?” Curt asked, in his doctor’s role. Krista shook her head ‘no’ as she bit her bottom lip shyly. “Good. Then it’s time for me to start the visual internal exam.” Curt’s fingers left Krista again and Krista let her head fall back onto the exam table. Curt pulled over the rolling stool and grabbed a plastic speculum off of the sterile metal tray next to the exam table. He rolled it around in some lube already lying on the table and rolled over between Krista’s legs.

Magically, it seemed, the table started to rise from where it sat. The male assistant was back behind the cameras doing what needed to be done, for this part of the video, the table needed to literally rise up above Curt’s head so that Krista’s privates were still in view of the camera.

Again, Curt pulled apart the lips of Krista’s pussy and searched out for her pussy amongst the folds. He smeared a little bit of lube around the opening with his gloved finger and brought the speculum up. To Krista, this process felt like it was taking forever, like her life was suddenly playing in slow motion. Then, with hardly any warning, she felt the cold lubed speculum plunging into her. Her legs spread further apart and her eyes closed as she winced in pain. It was larger than what she was used to in her usual exams with real doctors. Curt began to click the speculum open and as he did Krista felt herself spreading open more, more, more and more. Without warning, at this moment, the cameraman to the right began to walk closer to Krista, the lens on his camera zooming in on her gaping womanliness.

Curt rolled out of the way, allowing the cameraman to get closer to Krista than she felt she could be comfortable with, but she did not move an inch. She didn’t feel like she could anyways. Her legs were splayed so far apart, and the speculum inside of her was open so wide she was sure that if she even tried to sit up that it would hurt her internally more than it would help her. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could see her breasts bouncing up and down with each thundering heartbeat.

“Well Sarah, nothing looks out of the ordinary,” Curt said. “I think it is safe to say that the pain you are experiencing during sex is nothing more than being unaccustomed to the male genitalia.” Krista nodded. “How long have you been sexually active?”

“Only two months with my current partner,” Krista said off the top of her head. Curt nodded and wheeled back in front of Krista and closed up the speculum while it was still inside her and pulled it out with a loud ‘pop’. As soon as Krista felt the speculum leave her body, the tenseness in her arms and legs released and her body felt like jelly for a split second.

“All right, Sarah,” Curt said, “now I’m going to ask you to sit up.” Krista sat up, she felt a twinge of pain in her middle. “Roll over, please.” Krista rolled over onto her stomach. Her head was face down on the sterile table and she suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness because she was unable to see anything going on.

“Cut!” a cameraman shouted. Krista propped herself up on her elbows.

“Now what?” Krista asked, ready to get this over with.

“Listen,” Curt said getting close to Krista’s face, “most of the women that we film have problems at this part of the video. You okayed almost everything that we will film in this part, but even so…” Krista’s eyes searched Curt’s trying to find a simple explanation. “You consented to being examined while retrained…” Krista’s heart skipped a beat. Why did she have to consent to so much? As the thought went through her head she felt a foot being slipped through the foothold of the stirrup and a cuff being fastened around her ankle.

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Romy and I love to travel. We were touring the American West when we heard about a valley hidden high in the mountains and a village of people there with some wild sexual customs.

We were having supper in Sanford’s Grill and Pub in Rawlins, Wyoming, one night in June. After our meal, we sat at the bar where we met some other tourists, a ladies’ baseball team in town for a tournament.

Two of these female athletes began to tell us stories of wild public orgies in a little village tucked away in a hidden valley, but the two other women from the team would only giggle and blush when we asked specifics about how they knew about it and what exactly went on in this village. They said they were afraid we would tell their husbands.

However, they gave us good directions to the route south that led to the entrance to the mountain pass and the valley. So feeling adventurous, Romy and I decided next morning to head up there to see for ourselves.

It was indeed almost hidden. We took several turns onto gravel roads and finally onto a dirt track with tough prairie grass growing in the middle. The track wound around rocks and bushes as it climbed higher and higher until the mountain itself closed in on the road.

The pass through the mountain was barely wide enough for our car, solid rock faces dripping with water on both sides, and as the road dipped down on the other side, the rock wall on the left suddenly disappeared in a terrifying drop to a steep gorge with a wild, running river at the bottom. I went very slowly. Romy gripped my arm as the car bumped and jolted down toward the valley below.

With relief we emerged from the mountain pass and followed the track out onto flat land in the valley. As we did so, the road widened and became a paved highway.

Further along the highway, a billboard welcomed us to “Hidden Valley. Land of the Giant Penis”. The sign bore a photograph of a naked man reclining on his back, his legs spread wide and a long, thick penis sticking straight up from his testicle sac capped with a menacing, flared cock head.

Romy stopped chattering at me when she saw it and gave me a look that said, “I don’t believe it, but there it is, but I think maybe I like it.” She does love sex. She has told me often enough.

I could see a village in the distance, so I continued down the road. Then a big Ford sedan with a couple of guys in reversed ball caps passed us heading toward the mountain at top speed. I never did find out who they were or why they were driving so fast.

As I was looking at them in the rearview mirror and wondering out loud to Romy about the reason for their haste, a police car also passed us from the direction of the village. As I watched behind me, he braked and turned the cruiser around and pulled in behind me, flashing his lights for us to pull over, which I did immediately.

He came up to the car and leaned in the window. “You folks going to Johnson?” he asked. That was the name of the village, well named as it turned out.

“Yes”, we said.

“Do you have a vagina with you, son?” he asked me then. I looked over at Romy in surprise.

“Yes,” I told him matter-of-factly. “She has a vagina.” I knew that because I had seen it; in fact, my penis had been inside it.

“Good”, he said casually. “Then you will be welcome in our village as long as she is willing to share it.”

I looked again at Romy. What did he mean, ‘share it’? She was wearing her mischievous grin, the one that twisted her lips in a particular way, a smirk that she gets when she thinks about sex. She looked over at the cop standing at my window as he patiently waited for her answer to his unspoken question. Was she willing to share her vagina?

“Yes”, she told him sincerely. “I think I could.” Crazy old Romy. Always up for an adventure.

But was I up for it? I thought about the billboard photo and wondered how I would feel if I saw that man stick his big johnson in Romy’s cunt.

Romy and I had talked in candid moments about the possibility of swinging with another couple or participating in group sex of some sort, but we had never done anything about it. Now it began to look as though we were about to have an opportunity, indeed as though we were now committed to it.

At that point, we both imagined that the villagers were into the sort of sedate wife swapping in comfortable family rooms in neat suburbs that we’d read about or seen in porn illegal bahis videos, and we thought “sharing her vagina” could be fun, another adventure, even if it was a strange way of asking us to join a wife swap. Little did we imagine the wild and cruel sex that was in store for both of us.

“Ok then,” the cop said. “Since you have both agreed, I won’t have to ask you to turn around and leave our little valley. Follow me,” he ordered with casual authority. It turned out he was the town sheriff. So I started my car and followed his cruiser toward Johnson.

As we passed into the village, the road was flanked by two giant wooden pillars forming an archway. We were startled to see that they were accurate replicas of giant penises set on huge wooden testicle sacs and featuring obscenely large cock heads with gaping pee holes. These giant cocks leaned against each other across the road to form an arch over our heads as we passed under. A sign attached to the giant scrotum on the right read “Welcome To Johnson.”

The sheriff’s flashing lights and wailing siren brought us to a stop in front of the town hall in the middle of the village next to the town square. When we had parked at the curb, the cruiser’s presence brought many villagers over from the square, curious to see the strangers he escorted.

Uniformed deputies emerged from the town hall. One opened my door for me and shook my hand in welcome. I was surprised at his formality as he greeted me and his enthusiasm for our unannounced visit. I was surprised. What did we do to deserve this?

The mayor also came out of the town hall and stood on the steps wearing his robes and chain of office. He was balding and portly with thick lips and a fringe of grey brown hair. He was flanked by officials in dark suits and other employees in street dress. Clearly our arrival was causing a stir in Johnson and called for a civic reception. The mayor reached out his hand and shook mine warmly and asked my name.

Caught up in this sudden VIP treatment, I happened to glance back to where Romy was getting out of the car. Surprise. Another uniformed deputy on her side of the car had courteously opened her door and helped her out, but he had immediately slapped a set of handcuffs on her wrists and was marching her up the steps smartly, one hand on her shoulder and the other fondling her breasts and feeling her crotch.

She arrived beside the mayor flushed, her lips held tightly together. She was close to panic. This wasn’t swinging. It was more like female abuse.

“Welcome to Johnson,” boomed the mayor. “What is your name, sweet vagina?”

Romy stared at him. I could see she was really scared. “R … Romy,” she gulped.

“Such a lovely name,” he cooed. “Romy.” He then explained to her as though he were talking to a child, “This valley is what we call the Land of the Giant Penis because our men folk have mostly big penises and love to fuck, especially fresh cunt. So we don’t allow strange men into our valley to fuck our women unless they bring us fresh pussy of their own to fuck. But when they do,” he laughed heartily, “as you have today, we honor them and celebrate with public fucking, because when we share sex with others, it multiples all our pleasures, doesn’t it?”

I stared at him in stunned silence. What had Romy and I gotten ourselves into?

“Now you’re in luck,” he continued. “Today happens to be the day of our Summer Fuck Festival.”

I didn’t know what that was, but I didn’t like the sound of it, although it brought a wild cheer of approval from the crowd that was gathering at the foot of the town hall steps. News of our arrival had spread fast.

“So we’re going to make you our guests of honor and our sacrifice in the main event at the Fuck Festival. How’s that?” It was a rhetorical question. I just stared at him and nodded dumbly, still not quite believing what I was hearing.

Romy looked in shock at the crowd. She did not like the sound of “public” and “sacrifice”, though “Fuck Festival” didn’t seem to upset her too much.

Looking east across the town square, she was astonished to see a twenty-foot bronze statue of a naked man with a huge erect phallus that stuck straight out from his crotch over enormous testicles and angled upward at an aggressive forty degrees. The cock had a huge glans penis and thick shaft that seemed to point straight at her. This was likely the village’s namesake, a founder named Johnson. illegal bahis siteleri She opened her mouth in shock, but said nothing. She glanced at me and shivered.

“Alright, folks,” the mayor began, speaking to the crowd who clearly were expecting a show of sorts with a festival to follow. Behind the crowd, municipal workers seemed to be setting up some equipment in the town square. “Let’s see what kind of pussy Romy has brought us for our pleasure.”

The sheriff directed his two deputies to push her to the front edge of a narrow platform on one side of the town hall steps. They held her arms as she struggled, and they forced a gag into her mouth while the sheriff roughly took off her blouse, skirt, and shoes.

The mayor then unfastened her bra and displayed her tits to the crowd who clapped and whistled their approval. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples. With a swift motion, he pulled down her panties and exposed her pussy bush.

The crowd oohed and aaahed and broke into happy laughter at the sight of her cunt and responded with spontaneous applause. The men grabbed their crotches. The mayor slipped his hand between her legs and felt her pussy. Then he spread the lips and pushed a chubby finger into her vagina.

“We have a wet one, folks,” he announced triumphantly to cheers from the crowd. “This feels like a really nice vagina. I’m sure we will all enjoy fucking it.” To the sheriff at his side, he said, “Bring the display bed and the ceremonial penis.”

They placed a bed like a padded bench onto the platform. It featured bondage straps attached to its sides. The men plunked Romy onto her back, pulled her arms over her head, and secured them with wrist cuffs to the top of the bench. Then they pulled her legs up and back next to her ears and fastened them to the bench as well with ankle cuffs. To her great embarrassment, her asshole and cunt were now on public display, pointed at the crowd.

A deputy brought a large wooden box like a cigar box. He opened it and handed the mayor a giant wooden penis which he then greased with oil, presumably to help it slide into her vagina.

It was nearly seven inches long and two inches thick. Its maple shaft was smooth and lacquered, and the knob was stained pink. The wide flange of the corona and the careful detail worked into the shaft were both artistically impressive and sexually menacing as Romy regarded the weapon in his hand.

“Welcome to the Land of the Giant Penis, Romy,” said the mayor as he opened her pussy lips with his fingers and forced the broad head of the penis into her vagina with his other hand. Romy cried out as she felt the hardness of the greased cock pushing forcibly up into her cunt.

The mayor fucked the penis back and forth in her vagina firmly and fast. She cried out several times at this brutal, sudden distension of her vagina, but he smiled with pleasure and pride at the sight of their town symbol proudly fucking into a newly arrived cunt.

The crowd gathered close around the town hall steps to watch the ceremonial fucking. They set up a rhythmic cheer “In, in, in” as the mayor thrust the thick cock back and forth in Romy’s cunt.

The crowd loved it. They stared at her distended vulva lips that clasped the pounding wooden penis. They all cheered and hooted, clearly aroused at the sight of Romy’s ravishment and her distress at their conquest of her cunt. The men in the crowd all sported erections, big ones. This was a village devoted to a celebration of sex. They were looking at a new vagina, and now all the men wanted to use her body.

The mayor rammed and twisted the wooden penis into her vagina to the crowd’s delight. A large, pink rubber scrotum had been set into the base of the wooden penis. The mayor stopped his fucking of her cunt and squeezed the scrotum.

An oily liquid spurted out of the end of the cock into Romy’s pussy. The liquid had a soothing gel to heal her stretched vagina walls, but it also contained irritants to make her cunt itch and a cocktail of sex hormones to arouse her to a fever pitch. Almost immediately, she began to writhe with intense sexual need. She even began to moan “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The mayor slowly withdrew the wooden phallus from her cunt and handed it to a deputy who passed it into the crowd where the men sniffed it and licked her vaginal juices from it as they stroked their erections. Some got so aroused that they grabbed a woman canlı bahis siteleri beside them, pulled down her panties, and crammed the wooden cock up her cunt, ignoring her moans and cries of pain and discomfort.

Clearly this female abuse was going unchallenged. It seemed that the women of Johnson had been taught to be submissive to any sex act a man wanted to perform on her. I found myself thinking that these people were breaking a lot of social rules, but I also realized that it was their village to do with as they pleased. And I was both aroused and curious to see how far they would go.

It also seemed to me in that moment that having lots of sex was possibly not a bad thing. The men certainly all seemed comfortable with it, and the women were not objecting to the submissive role they were expected to play. No one was trying to justify to me their local sexual attitudes and practices. They just accepted them as they were and expected me to do the same.

As a man, I was aroused at the idea of having license to fuck any woman that I wanted. However, I did feel a little guilty that I was not especially concerned about Romy’s distress at being fucked with a wooden penis. And I wondered how I would feel about seeing her fucked with a real penis. I didn’t have long to wait.

The mayor at the top of the town hall steps, in full view of the crowd below, stripped himself naked and advanced on Romy with a sizable human penis that was fully erect. Before Romy could call out and object to the impending fuck, he plunged it between her pussy lips and began to thrust his cock vigorously in her cunt.

The men in the front row of the audience below the platform had the best view of the arousing sight of the mayor’s hairy ass rising and falling between Romy’s widely spread legs. Her copious vaginal fluids streaked his huge penis with white foam as his cock rammed fully into her cunt. His balls made a resounding smack on her ass at the end of each thrust. He drew back his cock carefully each time, ready for another charge up her pleasure channel, and he set up a steady, energetic thrusting, pausing occasionally to grind his pubic mound against hers for the pleasure of it.

As the mayor grunted and sweated his way to a massive ejaculation of semen in Romy’s vagina, the deputies formed the men in the crowd into a line. When the mayor dismounted from my wife’s heaving and sweating naked body, the first man in the line stripped naked, ran onto the platform, and to the delight of the crowd jumped onto Romy’s bound form, buried his long thick penis in her vagina, and began to fuck her furiously. We were truly in the Land of the Giant Penis, and it seemed we had become its captives and play things.

As I watched the next man in the line remove his clothing and stroke his penis into jutting erection, ready to mount my woman and add his semen to that already flowing in her vagina, I wondered about the two lady baseball players who had told us about this hidden valley of sexual debauchery. Had these men enjoyed their pussies too? Did they know what would happen to us? Is that why the other two women giggled?

These thoughts were short lived because I was now burning with arousal at this libidinous public attack on Romy’s private parts. So I was quite happy when a deputy took me by the arm and guided me into the crowd, which was now mostly female since the men had all lined up to fuck Romy. The women were all ages, very attractive, and looked down at the ground submissively when I passed them.

The deputy told me to choose a woman. “We believe a man who gives up his rights to his wife, as you have done,” he explained, “should have rights to all our women.”

This aroused me further as I looked around at all the beautiful females, most of them now naked and displaying their considerable charms. They knew that their role was to submit to men’s desires and that it was my privilege to choose one of them.

Then I saw a cute teen. She was petite with dark hair and blue eyes. She was just eighteen and legal. The deputy told me all females were available to men for fucking after their eighteenth birthday. He told me this cute teen had been fucked only once since she turned eighteen. I pointed to her.

Another bed was placed on the public platform on the left side of the town hall steps opposite the one where a corpulent man with white hair was fucking Romy. I stripped off my clothes and then the girl’s. The deputies bound her wrists and ankles to the bed with her buttocks exposed. As I mounted her and plunged my penis into her juicy young vagina, I asked her name. Her name was Madison.

My odyssey into the sexual world of the hidden valley had begun.

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It all started late February of last year. I woke up repeatedly with night sweats, my sheets completely soaked through with thoughts of strange lands and large reptilian creatures guiding me through.

Most of what I dreamt was forgotten or too hazy to really comprehend. I kept finding strange marks on my body, scratches down my back lick claws had scraped down my skin. There was one occasion when I had to go to the hospital because the cuts were so deep my bones were sticking out.

The doctors were concerned to say the least but I didn’t have any answers for them. My boyfriend at the time started getting very concerned because in my sleep I started speaking in another tongue. He’d always turn over and my eyes would be wide open and whispering foreign words to him, he had to shake me awake each time and each time I woke up in cold sweats.

All this eventually lead to the demise of our relationship. He couldn’t handle my constant talking of reptilian aliens from other dimensions.

The February night, where I finally was conscious of everything that was happening to me, was the coldest night of the year. Of course my heat wasn’t working so I piled myself under several blankets and forced myself asleep.

I woke up in the middle of night to two bright lights shining through my window and a dark figure stood above me. I didn’t move. The figure ripped the blankets off of me leaving me in just an oversized shirt.

As I looked closer I could see that it was feminine figure cloaked in completely black material that hugged her body. Her height reached my ceiling and her physical appearance was nothing human, she seemed almost skeletal.

She coaxed me out of my bed and after this I don’t really remember but I was on this spaceship being hurtled into the velvety blackness that encompasses our earth.

As we flew through space I tried to distinguish any defining features on these creatures but my mind was so cloudy and my body felt tired. I felt my eyes growing heavy and my whole body dropped against the metal illegal bahis bench. As I was about to drift off I heard them speak my name amongst the strange phrases that make uo their language.

“Zarashone es jesr gherete swey Amanda.” Her voice was strong and carried through out the room. I wasn’t sure what she said but everyone around me was nodding sternly.

Once we landed I was met with hundreds of creatures. Majority were reptiles that stood over 8 feet tall, there were some human like creatures there too but most of their physical appearance was modified through generations of breeding with the reptilians. The whole world was blanketed in luscious green grass and there seemed to be a glass dome covering the world. It was the most beautiful place I’d have ever seen.

As we pushed through the crowd they all started chanting and raising their fists, “Guwreikheo swey jumeon!” Over and over they said this.

At the end of the crowd we hopped into a completely black vehicle with tinted windows and we zoomed off into what I assume is the main city.

We went through bustling urban areas where each building touched the glass dome and they seemed to be built with sandstone. My eyes widened as we went further along into the countryside.

Everything was covered in bright green grass and hill after hill as far as the eye could see. And if you looked up at the sky at the right moment you could see past the blue simulation into the dark abyss filled with small twinkling stars.

We reached a stone wall with an iron gate that stood at the end of a long gravel driveway. At the top was a huge and elaborate stone mansion with gold shutters on the windows. The doors of the car swung open and I was face to face with a lizard hovering over me. I wanted to cry.

It grabbed my arm with its sharp claws and pulled me into the house.

When we stepped inside it was sweltering, all I had on was my t-shirt and sweat started to pool at my arms. We walked down a long hallway until we reached a small room with a sheer curtain illegal bahis siteleri covering the entrance.

I was met by several other lizards sitting around the room sharing a pipe with a reddish smoke coming from it. They were all laughing and joking around until they saw me and they fell to a heavy silence.

The biggest once waved his claws and said “Esty Guwreikheo.” His dark eyes kept blinking as he looked over my small stature.

“Little girl I am Syheriko, prince of planet Zirion.” His voice was a deep rumble as he enunciated each word.

“Guwreikheo swey caneer,” spoke one of the other lizards. Syheriko seemed to grow angry, I heard a low growl escape his mouth.

“Speak English for the small girl. Show her that much respect.”

The room was covered in gold and the floor was covered with Persian rugs. It was surrounded by couches that each reptile lazed upon as they grabbed black insects of silver trays and smoked the weird smoke.

“Sit.” Commanded Syheriko. I pulled my t-shirt over my butt and sat down on the softest rug, I wanted to lay down and fall asleep. I stared each of them as they kept speaking in their native tongue trying to decipher exactly what they were were saying.

All of a sudden they all stood up and bowed till their noses touched the ground. I looked up behind me and see the tallest lizard looming over me. He gave me his claws and pulled me up from the floor.

He touched his chest and said “I am Guwreikheo, lord of the planet Zirion.” He looked down at me with his beady eyes, it seemed as if he was mentally undressing me. My face grew warm and he chuckled.

Guwreikheo put his claw on the small of my back and guided me towards another room. It was complete darkness for a little while till it opened up to a room with all windows and plush carpeting. The bed was the main attraction, it was bigger than an earth king sized bed and it floated a couple inches above the ground.

It had a beautiful silky purple duvet with gold sheets and the softest pillows. canlı bahis siteleri Guwreikheo lifted my shirt off my body and laid me down on the bed where he started tracing down my body.

He started nuzzling my neck as he played with my clit. I was overwhelmed with stimulation, I could barely contain myself. I came at the slightest touch.

He gently kissed down my whole body till he reached my vulva and started licking with his long lizard tongue. I moaned in ecstasy for it filled me up.

My mind was racing and I couldn’t keep the thoughts straight for more than a minute. I grasped the silk sheets each time I orgasmed at his touch.

When he was finished licking my pussy he undressed himself and revealed his humongous cock. He smirked at me and then kneeled over me, “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told. He slowly put his cock inside my mouth until it reached the back of my throat.

I usually have a horrible gag reflex but I took it all. I wrapped my lips around his hard penis and sucked till my mouth filled with his green cum. I swallowed it all.

He smiled down at me and then turned me around on my knees and gagged my mouth with his tail. As he entered me he rubbed my clit and I almost came from the excitement.

He gently fucked me and moved around my hole with his monstrous cock until I came 3 times over. I was exhausted at this point but that wasn’t enough for the lizard king.

He started going faster and faster till my knees were moving against the silk sheets.

I moaned and asked him to keep going. He filled me up with his gooey cum until it overflowed onto the bed.

I rolled over onto my back, breathing heavily.

Guwreikheo slid himself off the bed and slipped on a purple robe. He caressed my face and kissed my forehead.

“It’s time for you to go,” he said. He snapped his claws and two lizards came in and ripped me off the bed. I couldn’t believe he would do that, I thought he might’ve been my soulmate.

As the dragged me out of the mansion and into the vehicle I cried for Guwreikheo. One of the lizards slapped my face to quiet me down but the tears wouldn’t stop. I watched the beautiful planet of Zirion whizz pass me through blurry vision.

I can only wish that I’ll be able to return someday.

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“I’ll lend you a bathing suit,” I told Krista. It was a scorching hot summer’s day. We just had a barbecue in honor of Krista and Tom (Tom is my older brother and he and Krista had just announced their engagement). We went upstairs to my room. Krista was wearing white cutoffs and her tanned legs flexed as she took the stairs before me. I pointed her to my room and we entered, shutting the door behind us.

I opened my dresser and grabbed three swimsuits: a one piece, a two piece, and a two piece thong. Krista grabbed the thong. “God, it’s hardly a swimsuit. I’ve seen wash cloths bigger than this.”

“That’s my head turner suit. I wear that when I wanna be looked at.”

“Think it’ll fit?”

“Try it, Tom will definitely appreciate it, that’s f’sure. But you have to be well trimmed to put it on, if ya know what I mean.”

“That’s no problem,” Krista answered, and pulled down her shorts and panties all in one motion. She stood there bottomless as she arranged the thong in her hands.

“Wow,” I marveled at her completely shaven pubic area.

“What?” She answered.

“You’re bare, down there.”

“Yep, they do it for free at the salon I work in.”

“I, I’ve, never seen one completely, you know, shaved.”

“Oh, it’s not shaved. It’s waxed. I hate those bumps and nibs ya get when ya shave. This is nice and smooth. Wanna feel?” She asked in all seriousness while running her hand down there.

“That’s okay,” I blushed.

“You’re not shaved?”

“No, I trim it, so the hair doesn’t come out the sides, but I’m pretty bushy.”

“All around your pussy?”

“Yes, ” I confessed.

“That’s not my style. And you’re a brunette, is the hair dark down there?”

“Well,” I smiled.

“C’mon, show me. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen. I wax about ten pussies a week.”

“Really?” I said, and began unfastening my jeans. I pulled them off and Krista could immediately see my bush through my white undies. I stepped out of them.

“Hey, girl, you could use a trim. Turn around.” She said.

“Huh?” I paused.

“Turn around. I wanna see how it looks from behind.” illegal bahis I turned around. I looked over my shoulder as Krista, still bottomless, bent over and looked at my ass and twat. “Sweetie, I guess that some guys like that, that au natural look, but you’ve got a pretty pussy and you’re hiding it with all that hair. I can make it look much hotter. You don’t have to take it all off. You can leave a little landing strip, dot, or triangle. Shit, I can shape it into the state of Texas if ya want,” she laughed. I giggled as she tapped me playfully on the butt. “Come down to the salon, I’ll take care of ya. If ya don’t like it, guess what, it’ll grow back. “

“I dunno know,” I said, not realizing I was pulling at my bush.

“Listen, shave it all off and have a good look at it in the mirror. Shave everything. Squat down over a hand held mirror and check it out. You have a real pretty pussy under all that hair. Then, let it grow in for a week. If ya want me to wax it then we’ll do it. You’ll know by then if ya like the clean shaven look or not. I just love it. I love to watch Tom’s cock go in me. And, I dunno know, it’s more sensitive. I feel more sexy, the way it rubs against my panties. Sometimes I don’t panties at all. I wear tight white pants. I love when the guys check out my crotch. It makes me wet. I’m so naughty!” She beamed. Her hand was down between her legs, pressing her finger against her spot.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” I said as I put my bottoms on. My hole was beginning to moisten, and so was hers as I watched her nips pop out through her blouse. She stepped into my skimpy thong suit. “Let’s go take a dip. I’m hot,” she confessed. So was I.

That night I did as she suggested. I took a warm bath and went into my room and locked the door. I spread a towel on the bed. First I snipped as much of my bush as I could with a scissors. Then, with my legs spread on the bed and holding a mirror, I lathered up my pubic area with some of Tom’s shaving cream. He has a contraption that warms the foam. Mmm, it felt so nice as I worked it into my black bush. Then I took one of my razors, the one I use to shave illegal bahis siteleri my legs, and began shaving around my hole. There was a little scratching noise and I had to dip the blade into a pot of warm water beside me. Soon my pussy lips were becoming more and more evident. I spread my legs even further and took all the hair off on either side of my pink lips. I looked into the mirror at my pretty pussy. Krista was right, it looked so hot, like, I dunno, the girls in those porno movies. Suddenly my pink clit popped its head out and this drove me nuts. It was hard like a little dick I don’t remember seeing it so aroused, ever. I quickly wiped all the shaving cream off my pubes, brushing the towel against my spot. I felt so hot, it was like looking at some other girl’s cunt.

Soon I was on my back, masturbating with my right hand while still holding the mirror in my left. I worked my clit hotly, lifting my ass off the bed, putting my t-shirt in my mouth, stifling my moans. My hips shuddered and I gasped as I induced three lovely orgasms from my newly shaved and puffy pussy. When I was done, I was exhausted. I hadn’t worked my cunt like that in a long time.

Two weeks later the stubble was coming in and I decided to give waxing a try. I made an appointment with Krista over the phone and she enthusiastically booked me. When I arrived she bubbled and invited me into a private room where she asked if I wanted wine or champagne. Soon we were both sipping the bubbly as I changed into a fluffy white robe the salon provided.

“Okay, sweetie, let’s get to work,” she said, and told me to lie on the table. The wax was heating up as I laid on my back. Krista undid the belt on the robe and revealed my nude form from the waist down. “I knew it,” she remarked. “What a pretty pussy. Why did you hide it with all that hair?”

“I dunno,” I answered dumbly.

Krista began rubbing my thighs, spreading my legs ever so gently. Her hands were soft, yet strong. I felt the wine going to my head as I began spreading my legs on my own after awhile. She was between my legs now, rubbing my thighs. “Bring your knees up,” she instructed. canlı bahis siteleri I’ve never been in this position before another woman ever; only men have seen me spread like this. Even my gyno is a male.

Krista began massaging underneath my thighs, working the tension from my hamstrings. Every once in a while the tips of her fingers flayed at my pouty cunt lips. “What a pretty pussy you have,” she repeated, and I could feel her breath on my now moist snatch. Suddenly my clit popped out and she commented. “Nice.” The next thing I know she dived head first into my pulsating pink pool, slathering her hungry tongue all over my sex switch.

I started moaning, my heart racing. Krista urged me to be quiet and resumed her muff munch on my throbbing clit. She had to be a seasoned cunt lapper because she ate my hole like no one ever has. Her fingers circled my pussy, then darted inside as her tongue continued its attack on my clit. A wet pinky probed my asshole, causing me to bite down on my lower lip. She was singing sweet sighs into my cunt, her tongue expertly bringing me closer and closer to a mind blowing climax. “Yesss,” I hissed like a sex starved serpent, coming all over her beautiful face. When she was done, I laid their panting, spent as if I just ran ten miles.

Krista pulled down her pants, climbed onto the table, and straddled my face with her bald box. “Let’s see if you eat pussy as good as your brother,” she said, and lowered herself onto my hungry mouth. The only other pussy I’ve ever tasted was my own, licking my fingers after a whack off session, but I must admit, Krista’s cunt was delectable. She was squeezing her perky titties through her blouse as she rode my lascivious tongue, grinding her hole all over my thirsty mouth. “Oh, fuck,” Krista groaned and came, shimmying her dripping snatch all over my face.

She leaned back to catch her breath. “Tom has nothing on you, sweetie. Ya know, when I saw that pussy of yours in your room, the thought of licking my fiancé’s sister became too hot! I wanted you right then and there.”

“I was wet too,” I confessed.

After that, Krista did the waxing and I’ve been going back to her once a month for maintenance. Tom and her soon will be married, and we’ll have a huge decision to make, Krista and I, to see if our lesbian affair should continue or not, but until then, we’re enjoying every lick.

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Author’s Note:

This is my first attempt at a true fantasy story. Much inspiration was taken from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, as well as several anime I’ve watched over the years.

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The rising sun gradually woke me up and I opened my eyes. Like most days, there was a moment where I was blandly content, but then the reality of what the day held crashed into me.

Exhaling heavily, I rose from my bed and got ready for the day.

Jacqueline was already awake, tending to the horses. She heard me approach and looked at me somberly.

“Good morning, Gerard.”

I nodded in greeting.

Jacqueline was one of the few people I allowed to call me that. Everybody else in my battalion called me Captain. But she was my second in command, as well as my friend. Considering that, I allowed just a hint of worry to seep into my expression.

Being a pure human in a sea of various beasts and hybrids set me apart enough, I had to train night and day to keep up with the orcs and lycanthropes and merfolk in our society, but I was also the captain of a battalion of warriors. Over a few years I had proven my worth to the kingdom and they entrusted me with various battles and offensives. But despite my pedigree the prospect of today still scared me.

The day’s goal was to recapture Fort Antra, which long ago had been taken by the Southern Territory. It cut off a crucial bridge over a canyon in our land, choking up trade routes. Legions had tried and failed for decades to take it back, but were stopped mostly due to one enemy soldier: Lionel.

Lionel was a behemoth of a centaur. Stories told of his long, wild hair, his stone wall of a body, and his massive club that could render enemies to mush. He was their trump card. When armies fought, he would act as a berserker, racing around and wreaking havoc with his speed and power.

Our strategy was simple, but dangerous, so much so that many would find it insane. One knight was going to keep Lionel distracted, keeping him away from the rest of the battalion so they could take the fort in peace. If all of us attacked Lionel at once, the enemy would catch on and protect him. But they wouldn’t predict that one soldier could be suicidal enough to try to take on Lionel alone.

Unfortunately, that lone soldier would have to be me.

I was the best option out of all of us. Me and my horse Slate were so in-tune, we moved as one. We could keep up with a centaur, and I would be able to hold my own in a fight. I wouldn’t have to win, I just had to keep Lionel occupied as Jacqueline led the rest of our group to victory.

Jacqueline’s hand on my shoulder pushed me out of my thoughts.

“Calm yourself, Gerard. You can do this.”

My second in command was a valkyrie. Like most of my battalion, she towered over me. She was intimidating, with her sharp features, yellow eyes, and powerful body. She could jump over walls, run like the wind. I wouldn’t have to worry about the rest of our team. She would do her part, I just had to worry about doing mine.

I nodded.

“You’re right. It’s time to begin.”

Jacqueline moved to the center of camp and blew the horn, signaling everyone else to wake up. Over time the battalion got out of their tents and assembled, eating a quick breakfast and preparing their battle armor.

Once everything was ready, I climbed on Slate so I could address all my comrades.

“We have been training for this day for the better part of three moons now. We’ve made it through more difficult situations than this. Stay alert. Remember the plan. Trust in your fellow soldiers.”

I raised my arm and made my voice boom.

“PERIGRINE BATTALION, MOVE OUT!!”

After we began our journey to the battlefield, one of the squadron leaders, a lycanthrope named Quintus, walked up to keep pace with Slate and I.

“You don’t have to be nervous, sir. You can take on Lionel, no problem.”

I sighed. “I thought I was doing a better job hiding my worry.”

He chuckled deeply, his normally blank expression curling into a smile.

“Maybe from everyone else, but I’ve known you too long, Captain.”

I looked at my comrade. Quintus was intimidating, no doubt. His wolf head was fearsome, his body muscled and rugged. His heritage of the island nations from far away gave his skin a dark brown color uncommon in the Northern Kingdom.

However, it didn’t take long for me to learn that despite his exterior, he was a gentle soul. He used his strength only to protect and was just as skilled at diffusing conflict as he was fighting. He was one of our first recruits when Jacqueline and I started the Peregrine Battalion four years ago.

I gave him one of my rare smiles.

“I appreciate your concern, lieutenant. But right now your responsibility is to your squadron.”

He nodded.

“Yes, Captain.”

In what felt like no time at all, we made it to the point of no return. Fort Antra was on a plateau, and we were in the forest at its border. When we crossed, the lookouts would spot us and the enemy would assemble illegal bahis at once.

I stopped at looked back at my brothers and sisters in arms. I took a deep breath and nodded before rushing forward, leading my battalion out into the open.

We didn’t get far before I could hear the loud signal that the fort was under attack. Some enemy soldiers were ready for immediate action, but a majority would need a few moments to get ready. That was our opportunity to strike.

Our worst suspicions were confirmed when Lionel was one of the first to exit the fort. I couldn’t make out much over the distance, but he didn’t appear to be wearing any armor. All the preparation he needed, it seemed, was to grab his club.

I took another deep breath and focused all my attention on the task at hand. At that moment, I couldn’t afford to think about how the rest of the battalion was doing. I needed to trust that they could take the fort without me.

Once I got close enough I notched my crossbow and fired a bolt directly at Lionel’s chest. He dodged, but it was enough to get his attention.

“How foolish,” he taunted. “A mere human thinks he can shoot down me?”

Without hesitation I rode up as fast as I could, managing to jab him slightly with the tip of my spear before he swung his club.

That thing looked like it was made from the entire trunk of a tree. Up close, I could see various stains on it. The blood of his enemies. One instant after I got out of range, I felt the wind of that club flowing behind me.

I would be done for if he landed a good hit with it, but his weapon was so big and heavy that it took time for him to swing, and I couldn’t imagine he could use it very well while running. I could use that to my advantage.

Lionel grunted, noticing the small wound on his flank. He looked at me with fury burning in his eyes.

“You’ve dug your own grave.”

After a snap decision I made a horrified expression and had Slate run us away at full speed.

As expected, Lionel gave chase. I heard him roar behind me.

“NO YOU DON’T! GET BACK HERE, COWARD!!”

This was good. I could now lead him away from the battle.

I went up to a cliffside far enough from the fighting and turned around.

The beast grinned.

“Nowhere to run now.”

He ran up to me and brought down the club, and once again I was just barely able to escape the range of attack.

Lionel attacked me in earnest and the resulting brawl was intense. I had to use every move, every trick I had learned in my life to keep the centaur on edge. Over and over I escaped his blows by just a hair’s breadth. But I was buying my battalion time.

Even so, it couldn’t last. Slate and I were both sweating from the exertion. I was running out of ideas.

The original plan was to fight Lionel until the fort was won and then a large group would come to my rescue. But now it seemed like a better idea to end this fight once and for all.

Throughout our battle, I had been examining Lionel’s attack style. It was all offense, no defense, which was hardly surprising. He seemed to have two moves: swinging the club in a gigantic arc, or rearing up on just his hind legs and bringing the club down with all his might. The latter was enough to crack the stone we were standing on. But there was a brief moment, just the smallest sliver of an opening, where he was up in the air, supported by just two legs. He was so top-heavy. Just one push…

I looked down at the cliff near us. It wasn’t a sheer drop, but if Lionel was sent tumbling down it he would either be dead or very close to it by the time he got to the bottom.

I would have one chance, just one shot. If my timing was off in the slightest I’d be killed. But I had to try.

He charged up to swing his club, but this time I wasn’t able to get away quickly enough. The club hit my left arm and the entire limb exploded in pain.

Not only was my arm broken in several places, I had dropped my weapon. I had to act right now or I was dead.

As I urged Slate forward I shakily got to my feet, still on horseback. Lionel was already in motion, rearing up to strike me dead. I forced myself to wait a fraction of a second. If I jumped too early my attack wouldn’t work.

The instant before the cub was at the top of its arc, I jumped as high as I could towards my enemy, kicking the side of his head with all the remaining strength I could muster.

For a heartbeat, one horrifying moment, it felt like nothing happened, but then the beast started falling in the direction of the cliff.

Then I felt something that made my blood run cold.

Lionel’s strong, calloused hands were grabbing my leg. If he was going down, he decided to take me down with him.

I couldn’t stop it. There was nothing I could do.

I said a quick prayer, for my own life and the lives of my comrades, as we both fell off the edge.

*****

Everything was fuzzy when I woke up. It took some time for the world around me to come into focus.

Groggily I sat up and looked around, trying illegal bahis siteleri to see where I was.

It looked like a small cottage. I was on a bed made of animal skins. There was a fire crackling in the corner.

How did I get here?

I thought back and it hit me all at once what happened.

The battle. Lionel. The cliff.

I needed to get back to my battalion.

I was looking around when all of a sudden I noticed a person standing right next to my bed. One I couldn’t hear or sense that had been within arm’s length of me this whole time.

I cursed loudly and stumbled back in surprise.

The person in question was startled too, turning around and running away with surprising speed. As I got my bearings it occurred to me that I didn’t even hear the sound of their feet hitting the floor.

Now curious, I straightened up. I saw them run to hide under a table. Slowly, carefully, I stood up and walked over to it.

Getting down on my knees, I was able to get a good look.

It was a young male, very small and delicate in appearance. He was dressed in a simple tunic and sandals, both clearly hand made. His skin was shockingly pale in color, and his hair was as white as freshly fallen snow.

But the oddest part, the strangest thing about this person, was how even though he was trembling and breathing heavily in panic, he didn’t make a single sound. Aside from my breathing and heartbeat, the room was completely silent.

“Hello,” I greeted, feeling the need to speak quietly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Still shaking, the boy raised his head to look at me. I saw that his eyes were a clear shade of red. Coupled with his pale body and quivering, he reminded me of a white rabbit.

I took a step back so he could crawl out from under the table and get to his feet. Standing up, he was scarcely the size of a small human woman. He looked to be a young adult, perhaps twenty or twenty-one.

“My name is Gerard.”

He blinked a few times before he answered in a whisper.

“My name is Hush.”

I tilted my head a bit.

“Why are you speaking so quietly?”

Hush looked down.

“I…I can’t talk louder than this.”

His fists balled up slightly, like he was frustrated. I might have brought up a sensitive topic by accident. I considered whispering back at him, but decided that if he wasn’t purposely trying to be quiet, neither would I.

“Where are we?” I asked, my voice now sounding gigantic.

“My…my home. I was just about to make dinner.”

I looked over at the fire and saw that it was actually a stove.

“Oh. Would you like me to help?”

The boy shook his head, still silent.

“No, you should get some more rest. It’s okay.”

For the first time it occurred to me that I was in rather good shape considering I had tumbled down a cliff. How long had I been here?

Hush already began cooking and it felt rude of me to interrupt him with questions. Instead, I sat back down on the bed I woke up in.

I took in more of my situation while he cooked dinner. I was wearing only the shirt and pants I had on under my armor, which I saw on the ground against the wall nearby. It was dented and damaged, but not beyond repair.

I examined my body and found surprisingly little damage. My left arm was still stiff and in some pain, but I knew for sure Lionel had broken it in several places with his club. Now I was concerned. How long had I slept?

Hush was still cooking, and I marveled at the fact that he still never made a single noise. I heard sizzling, pots clanging, fire crackling, but the boy himself was able to move silently.

I guessed he was some kind of fae who found my body and was kind enough to aid in my recovery. The good thing was that if I was still alive, Lionel either died or was carried too far away. I had faith that Jacqueline was able to lead our men to victory. Now I just had to return to them so they knew I was alive.

I heard the table being set and saw that dinner was ready. Hush had prepared fish and a kind of flatbread. It smelled wonderful.

As we ate I tried to gently begin my questions.

“How did I get here, Hush?”

He noiselessly swallowed his food before answering.

“I found you not that far from here. You were up in a tree, but you were almost dead.”

My brow raised. “Really?”

He nodded.

“There was also a big centaur nearby, but he must have died before I got there. Were you two…fighting?”

I smiled wanly. “I guess you could call it that. Why did you choose to help me?”

Hush looked taken aback by such a direct question. His eyes widened.

“I mean…it just seemed like the right thing to do. I’ve healed injured birds in the past. It’s like that, isn’t it?”

I laughed a little. “I suppose. So you’re a healer?” I’d heard stories of fae that could use magic to mend wounds.

The boy nodded.

“How long have I been here?”

“I found you the day before yesterday.”

My jaw dropped. He was able to bring canlı bahis siteleri me back from death’s door that quickly?

He noticed my shock.

“Is something wrong?”

I shook my head. “No. Quite the opposite, in fact. That’s incredible. Thank you for helping me.”

He looked confused, but then he smiled. He looked so much better smiling.

Once the meal was over I knew what I wanted to do. At first light tomorrow I would begin my journey back up the mountain to Fort Antra. My battalion would still be there, keeping the fort occupied.

But there were a few things I wanted to know first. I spoke Hush when he was done cleaning up

“Is it okay if I ask you about yourself? What species are you?”

He sat down in a chair next to my bed. I followed his lead and sat as well.

“I’m a mix. My mother is a nymph and my father is a will-o’-the-wisp.”

My eyebrows raised. I had only heard rumors of will-o’-the-wisps. They were supposedly forest spirits made of fire and light. Seeing one was so rare it was touted as an omen of good fortune. From what I remembered, nymphs were a type of fae that was exclusively female, so it made sense that she would have to go outside her own species to be a mother.

“I’ve never heard of wisp hybrids.”

He nodded. “I’m the only one I know of. I met my father a few times, but it’s in his nature to be a free spirit.”

“Your mother raised you by herself?”

“She told me that she wanted to raise her child on her own. She doesn’t begrudge my father for not staying.”

“Did she teach you to heal the way you can?”

Hush shrugged. “No, it’s just always been something I could do.”

I waited a little bit more before I asked my next question.

“Are you lonely on your own like this?”

The boy didn’t answer right away, but I saw something in his expression.

“I mean…it just is what it is. I can support myself now. And I’m not alone, I write my mother letters.”

“Well, if you’re interested, I know a way you can be among friends, travel the world, and help people of all stripes.”

Hush looked dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“Come with me. You can work in my battalion as a healer.”

I explained my situation to him. He seemed interested, excited almost. Except there was still some apprehension.

“I don’t know, Gerard. I’m so small and weak. I don’t know how much use I’d be to you.”

“If you can do what you did with me you’ll more than prove your worth.”

He looked down again.

“What if…what if they don’t like me? I’ve heard the stories about how other species treat fae.”

He had a point there. Fairies and spirits tended to live out of society because other species would treat them poorly. Their magic, as well as their general physical weakness made them easy targets.

I made a bolder move and put my hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry, Hush. The Peregrine Battalion welcomes those of all creeds. I’m a human, second in command is a valkyrie. We have lycanthropes, elves, orcs, what have you, and we all work together. We’re a family.”

He fidgeted in his chair.

“I’m not going to force you, but I sincerely want you in my battalion. I’m leaving at first light. You can make your decision then.”

Hush nodded and got up. As he tended to the fire some more I hoped he was considering my offer.

A little bit later Hush told me he wanted to go to bed. It was earlier than when I normally retired, but I didn’t want to impose.

As I drifted off, I thought about the little wisp that saved my life. And I felt happy.

*****

I awoke very early and was surprised to see Hush already out of bed and dressed.

I didn’t want to linger any further. If he made his decision, I’d respect it and make my leave, with or without him.

“So, Hush, will you join my battalion?”

He took a deep breath before looking me in the eye and nodding.

“If you’ll have me.”

I walked up to the boy and hugged him warmly. Normally I’m not so quick to touch, but something about him was compelling me to.

“Then let’s move out.”

We were about to head to the trail that would lead up the mountain, but I realized I’d forgotten something.

“Wait, where did you find the body of the centaur?”

Confused, Hush led me to a nearby river. The smell hit me before I could see the corpse. I motioned for the wisp to stay back as I walked up to Lionel’s body.

On my knees, I clasped my hands together.

“Fallen warrior, you have graced the world with your strength. Rest in peace.”

I returned to Hush and we began our journey.

Hush spoke a few minutes later. I had to stop walking because the sound of leaves crunching drowned out his faint whisper.

“Why did you do that back there? Didn’t the centaur try to kill you?”

I shrugged.

“Yes, but I was trying to kill him as well. Both of us were doing our jobs under opposing countries. It was never personal.”

He didn’t say anything and we continued.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but marvel at how quietly Hush could traverse. Leaves rustled under his feet, but didn’t crunch like they did beneath mine. He was so near silent we decided it was best he walked in front, because if he fell behind he couldn’t call for help.

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