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Marlo felt dizzy. It couldn’t be true. She read the email again and opened the attachments to view the photos. A forgery…they had to be. But they looked unbelievably real. More attachments, this time documents. A birth certificate scan, from the very same hospital, same date, same time in the chaotic state of California. And then, simply to drive the point home, a scan of a social security card complete with number. In all, the information could be proven or disproven beyond of a shadow of a doubt. But then sender, named Eva, seemed all but certain by the way of photographic and documented proof. Marlo had a twin sister….born just before her only 22 short years ago and separated at birth.

She could only think about what she knew about her own history. Born and raised by an adoptive family in the suburbs of Los Angeles, Marlo was told her mother didn’t make it and it was simply one of those things. She was adopted right at birth and accepted this. No other siblings, never any questions about the blood father, nothing. She had a happy childhood and grew up to aspire to be an actress. She went to UCLA but discovered acting is a passion that nearly everyone in California shares, and competition was fierce amongst the populace of starving artists and perpetual dreamers. She endeavored to act – but also pay the rent. Switching her degree to business, she graduated UCLA and took a job as a trader in an established west coast brokerage right in Los Angeles. The starving artist gig was not for Marlo.

Her looks didn’t hurt her advancement, although she was smart enough and needed no favors from corporate America. She settled for a nice home in Santa Monica where she lived by herself and liked it that way. The acting bug fading, she was consumed with the stock market and the money to be made. If she learned anything in life, it was to make her own money and that looks would not last forever. She was a slender 5’8 long haired brunette and was a bona fide head turner. She was friendly enough but was all business at work. At night, she was fine to follow the day’s business news and indulge in mindless television. Sure, she had friends….not a loner by any stretch but she didn’t need them as much as they needed her. She was the pillar of strength, decisive, and could handle just about anything.

So she thought.

The picture of Eva was a warm one, depicting her and a handsome young man in warm embrace smiling broadly for the camera. It chilled Marlo to the bone, however, staring back at her own face in the arms of a man she’d never met. And it wasn’t her own face despite it being identical.

Eva introduced herself in the email. Her story was not unlike Marlo’s. Eva was also adopted at birth and brought to New York where she lived all her life. Her adopted parents were civil union workers and didn’t have very much money, so she bravely ventured the New York City school system at a very early age. She graduated high school and decided New York was not the place for her. She told her adopted parents she wanted to go to law school in the state of her birth. She returned to California at the very young age of 18, student loaned her way through college to end up at Loyola Law School with a concentration in criminal justice. She said she never looked back since.

Eva stated she was told from an early age she had a twin sister and that when she was old enough, her adopted parents would help her find her lost sister. Eva’s adopted parents were of limited resources, and even shorter on knowledge. The promise, never delivered. Eva took it upon herself to trace back her birth certificate where the hospital confirmed there was another. They could only provide the name for Marlo, nothing more. Lucky enough, the adopted parents on both sides honored the mother’s wish to keep the names she had chosen before passing – so that they would maybe, just maybe, find each other in this big world. And yet today, only a driving distance away. It was too much to comprehend or fathom in one simple Outlook email, but there it was.

Life suddenly changed one random Wednesday evening in California.

**

Marlo walked out on her balcony to feel the warm night ocean breeze caressing its way over the California coast. Two glasses of wine in, she wasn’t any more at ease. Work would come very early, but it was midnight and it didn’t seem like she would be sleeping tonight.

For once, work did not preoccupy her thoughts. She thought of her sister…..did she just think sister?….and the meeting they set up at her house for Friday night. Would she come asking for money? No, it didn’t seem like that…this is a situation of poor sibling finds well-to-do sibling. Eva had a path of her own, and Marlo felt somewhat ashamed of thinking it was anything less than it was. A reunification of siblings. She should be happy at this life changing event.

She hadn’t spoken to her on the phone. Marlo tended to follow a hard path as she felt it built character…no, no teary phone conversations for a woman who shared her face but never met. It was all or nothing. haramidere escort Marlo hated the emotion of it all, and wanted to get past t so she could get her life and career going again. Even a two-day standstill made her nerves stand on edge.

The night air took a gentle hold of her hair and made it wave over her shoulders. Her light camisole nightgown clung to her frame, and she closed her eyes to feel the enveloping warmth of the midnight breeze. She wore nothing under her camisole, and the wind swept between her legs, giving her a tender touch on her skin and labia. Her nipples began to tingle and she let out a sigh, and she parted legs a little bit while tightening her thigh muscles. She enjoyed this sensation and how the natural elements stirred her body and desires. When the breeze finally finished roaming her body, as soon as it came, it left. She opened her eyes dreamily, wishing she were in the Mediterranean the more exotic breezes of a distance shore. But her body felt alive, but then her mind took over. No, there would be no time for any of that tonight.

It would have to wait until more careless times.

**

The CFO nearly fainted and checked his pulse when Marlo asked for Friday off. She didn’t explain what she was doing or whom she was meeting. It wasn’t like her to ask for a personal day, so his first question was where she was interviewing. She laughed and said no, she’d rather stay at one company and continue to get abused.

At home, she wasn’t so confident. As Eva would arrive at 3pm, she scrambled to ensure her home was in order and she wore the right thing, of course. This wasn’t a business dinner. And this was her home. She settled on a pair of jean shorts and a simple Abercrombie t-shirt. She wasn’t about to stand on ceremony and would probably fall apart if there was any more formality added.

And before she knew it the doorbell rang. 2:53pm…no, she would not have that extra 7 minutes of her old life. She was denied and it was time….and the old life’s chapter closed for good when she opened the door when she made eye-to-eye contact with her sister Eva.

Eva stood there smiling and simply said “Holy fuck. Hi. I’m Eva. You look familiar.” And indeed she did. Eva was an identical twin, and even the hair seemed to closely match. They seem to share the same sense of style too. Marlo noticed this immediately and subconsciously, quickly noting the tight turtle-neck t-shirt that hugged Eva’s size 2 body, and the equally tight pair of Lucky jeans and heels. Purely California, her newly found sister was no vagabond. She would not be asking for money.

Eva quickly hugged a speechless Marlo, who seemed still stood in shock. It was real. This wasn’t a dream.

She could only whisper in Eva’s ear, “Where have you been sister?”

**

They settled on Marlo’s porch overlooking Santa Monica and the Pacific in the not-too far distance. They traded stories all the while marveling at mirror image before them. Both equally beautiful, the same face, strikingly the same even though they grew up without the influence of the other. They talked but certainly not wasting time with small talk. They talked of their mother, knowing that she was dying and had to give them up. Why the hospital allowed them to be separated. And, unfair that they were robbed of 22 years of each other.

There was no wine, and Marlo didn’t dare it. This was far too emotional and she was clearly out of her zone. Eva seemed more at ease, and Marlo chalked this up to the knowledge she possessed that Marlo never did. Eva knew for 20+ years she had a sister, Marlo learned of this a mere two days ago. Eva was chatty and the answers came easily….how did she find Marlo. What was her life like. Is she married? What’s a law school like. What’s it like it the stock trading business? Marlo was relieved at the conversation as Eva seemed enthusiastic but not ill-bred. It put her at ease knowing this newcomer in her life could carry a similar conversation.

Eva said she had a boyfriend she had been seeing for a couple of years named Tom. He was in construction and owned his own company out of Long Beach. They had planned to get engaged when she passed the bar but not before. Eva said she didn’t need the distraction no matter how much she cared for the guy. Marlo grinned at this similarity to her own attitude.

At one point there was silence except for the ocean breezes sweeping over the balcony. They just stared at each other, the breezes doing their best to distract their lover Marlo but to no avail. They were the same person with different lives. But they would be alone no longer. And they just began to cry as the years apart melted away.

They held each other, and cried a long time.

**

The hours went on, and they began talking like best friends. Marlo couldn’t remember when she felt this alive. The sadness, the trepidation was gone. As any twins do, they began to finish each other sentences which made them laugh. But Marlo was on guard…she still wouldn’t içerenköy escort break out the wine.

“Oh, you know, I had an idea”, Eva said, looking at her watch. 4pm. “Why don’t I ask Tom to come up and take us out to dinner in celebration? I’ve been up here before and I’m sure you know of a few good places. We should celebrate”

Marlo hated surprises. Things needed to be planned. But nothing about this reunion was planned. “Oh, but you’re pretty casual. Places up here normally won’t go for jeans unless you’re talking about TGIFridays”.

Eva grinned. “Hello. Did you forget?” and pointed at herself. Marlo felt stupid. Yes, clearly, this was her twin in face and size. Except maybe for her seemingly bigger boobs?…….she was the same girl Anything Marlo has would fit Eva.

This would take some getting used to.

**

Tom showed up around 5pm, a little late, but it gave the newfound twins time to get ready. During his commute up from Long Beach, the two picked through Marlo’s extensive walk-in closet for outfits. To Marlo, it was surreal and felt like a teenaged slumber party all at the same time. Eva seemed to roll with things, a little more easy-going and not at all shy to pick though her sister’s things like she’d been doing it for years.

They settled on matching dresses, but not of the same color. “I can never decide on the color so I tend to but two of everything”, Marlo explained as a matter of factly. Eva said, “It seems you were meant to buy two of everything.”

They got ready together, the semblance of another stranger in the home quickly melting away. Marlo felt herself giving in to the notion of her sister being in her life only a few hours, which began to feel like weeks and days as the minutes ticked by. It was scary how well they were getting along and Marlo dreaded when the other shoe would drop, where the similarities would end. Eva sensed that apprehension and still used a visitor’s niceties when making herself at home at Marlo’s residence. But the walk-in closet was the great equalizer (to any woman) and true sisterhood truly flourished when the light was clicked on, showing the deep expansion of women’s fine wear and shoes.

To match their personalities, Marlo wore black, and Eva wore red of the same style. Marlo wasn’t sure, but while they were getting dressed, she compared her body to Eva who was clad only in her black bra and panty. Close to the same body, a little tanner, and dammit, her boobs do look bigger. How the hell did that happen to her and not me, she thought. The only gene to be different…couldn’t be the elbow or earlobes…had to be the boobs. Still they both kept in shape, and wore the same size 2 dress in different colors. The mirror image walking around the house was still overwhelming to Marlo.

The doorbell rang and they giggled.

“See if he notices”, Eva schemed. Marlo grinned…that would be fun.

She opened the door, and Tom stood there his eyes wide. Marlo was taken aback. He was an older man, maybe 45 but had a chiseled face. Wearing a sports jacket and a coat, it wasn’t what she expected. A well groomed man with gentle eyes and a handsome face.

“Wow….and you are…”

Marlo smirked, “You’ll have to guess if you want access, sport.”

Tom laughed. “Ok…You’re not Eva. She’d never say ‘sport'”. Eva jumped out behind Marlo. “Ah, dammit…you guessed. Hey baby.” Eva then jumped into his arms for the bear hug he instantly recognized. Then Tom took a step back and took them in. “Well, I guess my prayers have been answered”, he said with a sly grin, “When Eva told me she found her twin sister, I couldn’t imagine.”

Marlo smiled. He was a treat. “I’m Marlo” she said, and gave him a light hug. “Thanks for coming to pick us up….”

“…and take us to dinner!”, Eva chimed in. “You’re late. We’re starved. Let’s go!”

Tom laughed, “So that’s our relationship.”, he winked at Eva with a smile. “Let’s go of you’re ready, ladies”.

**

The big F150 pulled into Café Ventura and they piled out. The valet took a longing look at the twins; Tom couldn’t believe his luck. From the moment the party walked into the restaurant, all eyes were on the twins. Unique as they were, they were equally pretty. The matching dress were modest at the leg, but still showed their shapes, as well as the shape of their slim bodies. The neckline was also modest, but Eva still cursed herself for not wearing a better bra to compete with Marlo’s (seemingly?) bigger boobs.

They sat in a nice corner of the restaurant that was dimly lit. The atmosphere was hushed, but not uncomfortably quiet. Drinks came, and with drinks easier talk. Everyone was completely at ease with this new situation.

“Well, you girls have had quite a day. Didn’t think you’d want this old rug rat to be part of this reunion”, Tom stated.

“We’ll have lots of alone time, until she gets sick of me”, Eva laughed.

“No, I’m sure we’re fine”, Marlo said, “in fact we get along too well but psychologists say that’s innovia escort not uncommon among twins even if they’re separated for long periods of time.”

“Great”, said Tom, “another Eva. Just when I thought if I had it easy”, which was met with a sharp fist to his arm from Eva, which he barely felt but pretended a mortal wound was dealt. They all laughed loudly enough to turn heads.

Dinner came quicker than they expected but they were well into their drinks by then. Talking about their careers, histories, funny anecdotes, made for a pleasurable evening. Marlo still kept her keen powers of observation despite the liquor, and could see that Tom and Eva were very much into each other. She often snuggled against his bigger and sturdy frame, and even felt her cross and uncross her legs nervously several times under the table as she accidentally kicked Marlo. She could feel the sexual tension between them, no doubt due to the whirlwind events of the day. Tom was a drinker too, and drank straight whiskey on the rocks. Marlo could tell that had a hidden brutish strength and could see why Eva would find him attractive. She began to finally feel like a third wheel toward the end of dinner when they were giggling amongst themselves in a light drunken haze. Tom and Eva sensed it, and offered to pay the check and go. Much to Marlo’s protest and Eva’s insistence, Tom picked up the check.

**

It was about 10pm when they arrived back at Marlo’s house. Clearly, Tom was red-eyed and the two of them driving back to Long Beach would be a tremendous risk.

“I’m telling you to stay here tonight”, Marlo explained, “you wouldn’t be the first. That’s why I got this house with a guest room on the other side. It beats a DUI. “

“I dunno”, Eva whistled, “are you sure? That’s not too much for you on Day One of seeing your sis?”

Marlo shrugged. She wasn’t that fragile. “It’s fine. You’ll have all the privacy you both need. Even open up the French doors to the balcony…the breeze from that comes in from the ocean will knock you right out.”

Tom said, “why the hell are we fighting about this? We’re staying! Let’s have a few more drinks!” They laughed and agreed.

She showed Tom around the house a bit since he was in construction, explaining how the house was supposedly built and its nuances. Eva followed them around with a curious look that Marlo noticed, and that she was abnormally quiet. Marlo felt that she might need to downshift the conversation if Eva was feeling her man might be attracted to the mirror image. They settled into Eva’s living room and comfortable deco couches, and she brought out some more drinks.

As the night went on, they laughed and told more stories. Without the restrictions of the restaurant, they laughed loudly. Eva, now feeling no pain, snuggled up next to Tom while he talked, rubbing his broad chest through his shirt and at one point, lightly kissed his neck which stopped the conversation short. Marlo looked at the time…she couldn’t believe it was just past midnight. She could tell that Eva was analyzing her “window” and saw she was the only thing standing in opportunity’s way. She got the hint.

“Well, guys, I’m toast. Literally.”, Marlo said wobbling to her feet. “Have fun…er..what I mean is, rest well. You’ll find everything you need in the guest room down the hall. See ya in the morning.” She gave them both light hugs, and before he closed her own bedroom door, she could see Tom and Eva scurry quickly down the hallway to the guest room.

**

Marlo wasn’t sure how long she dozed off for. She stirred a little to sounds but it took a few seconds. She sat up and looked around her room. Groggy but alert, she realized she was still in her dress and had laid her head down on the pillow. She liquor-haze still swam in her head when she glanced over at the digital clock on her nightstand. She had only fallen asleep for ten minutes but it had felt like years. But something woke up…a sound.

Then she heard it. A loud yell coming from down the hall. Eva. The day’s events rushed back into her foggy mind. And she heard a yell again.

She knew it was too good to be true. She felt a little fear and some anger rushed into her blood. It sounded like she was in an argument with Tom and he was hitting her. She wouldn’t have much time. She cursed herself…Eva was still a stranger and after merely a day, you invite her in with her baggage. Who knows that kind of people they are. I knew this would happen.

Her mind was still in a haze and then she remembered the wooden baseball bat in her room. If Eva was getting hurt, calling 911 would be wasting precious minutes. Plus, she wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. So, feeling no pain, a little brave and plenty scared, she took the bat and eased out into the dark hallway. She was barefoot, as she taken her shoes off before her brief nap. She deftly and slowly moved down the dark hallway with the bat up like a homerun hitter, ready for anything.

Then another yelp. This time she could her Tom saying something angrily under his breath. He was hurting her, raping her, Marlo was almost convinced. She wanted to charge forward but her heart began to beat harder with adrenaline pumping through her veins. As she crept closer to the door, she heard a “THWACK”, a loud yelp from Eva, and more grumbles from Tom. Then she heard Eva moan and whimper, “oh fuck yes…..”

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Monica lay on the cool bedspread gazing through the thin veil of white that draped from the top of the four-post bed to the worn-out hardwood floor, noticeably tread upon by a long line of renters and tourists. Pelorus Sound lurked in the distance, providing added peacefulness to the moment. Nestled among the forested hills of New Zealand, bulging from the water’s edge like healthy young bosoms, the Sound had always been Monica’s favorite place in the whole world; the exact reason why she had chosen this part of the South Island as the place she’d retire to once ready to live the quiet life.

On the oversized bed, a woman she only knew for a few months, but felt as if she’d known for a lifetime, caressed her until she had an orgasm for the third time in an hour. Monica never met a woman who could excite her simply by her imagining her hugged in the purple lace bra and panty set she bought for her. This was one of Monica’s longest relationships of her short 23-year-old life—2 months and 26 days. And in the sad reality of her life, Monica had been masturbated by them all—tall men, short men, black men, Asian—but never by a Tabi; that was the mysterious, beautiful woman’s name. Monica assumed it was short for Tabitha, but that, Monica figured, was more of a third-month revelation; right before meeting her parents, but after seeing her fully naked or holding her over the toilet while vomiting after a fabulous night at the Slip Inn Café and Wine Bar in Havelock.

“How was that?” Tabi asked, plopping onto the pillow after releasing Monica’s clitoris from between the slight gap in her front teeth; her tongue licking her overstuffed lips that only nature could provide, further exciting Monica. “I told you the best was yet to come.”

Tabi lit a Freedom cigarette and laughed, her small breasts jiggling. Monica couldn’t help but to stroke her and watch her breasts quiver to a halt within seconds of her touch. Tabi had become Monica’s new obsession; an obsession that Tabi apparently didn’t mind being.

Tabi held the cigarette over Monica’s lips and she took a long drag and tasted herself on the filter. Once her lips released from the paper, Tabi leapt from the bed and hurriedly dressed.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late for work,” she said pulling on a pair of jet-black boxers and a tissue paper-thin, white wife-beater tank. “The mother fucker’s just looking for an excuse to fire my ass since I wouldn’t give him a blow job in the shed the other day. I gotta go.”

Tabi pulled on the baggy overalls that lay draped over the tattered wicker chair. Her body floated gebze escort childlike in the garment noticeably too large for her small, tight body. Tabi was a beekeeper. It was an unlikely profession for someone with the looks of a supermodel, but she was the best beekeeper around. She farmed honey at Drake’s Bee Apiary in Blenheim. She often spoke of moving her beekeeper skills to the United States, but Monica changed the subject during these moments of dread. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing her beekeeper, so Monica often reminded Tabi of why she already was where she belonged.

“New Zealand couldn’t bear to lose their best and sexiest beekeeper,” Monica would remind. “Stay put and stay the best.” Terror had a funny way of acting itself out.

“Bees and pussies,” Tabi would often joke about these being her favorite pets.

“Insects and kittens” Monica would always tease back.

Tabi would always follow that up with, “Damn right sista…no damn dogs on my watch!”

“You better tell that Drake-fuck to stay away from you. That’s my ass,” Monica said, clutching with a smack the small, firm mound of ass she could feel of Tabi’s beneath the heavy material. “You don’t want any little Tabis runnin’ around now do you?”

Monica could see Tabi’s eyes get serious. A common look for her. Tabi had the kind of dark eyes that penetrate through a person; the look that can suck a person in to where one never wants to be, while at the same time drawing one in to where one never wants to escape.

Tabi slid her right hand down Monica’s breasts, pinching her left nipple as she made her way down to her crotch. Monica was still wet from their marathon earlier and prayed that Tabi wanted to go for one last lap. Tabi inserted her middle finger into the moistness and began to move in and out to an imaginary beat. Monica’s breaths grew shallow as she stared into Tabi’s dark eyes, getting lost in their secrecy. As they began to move in unison, the beekeeper overalls pressed roughly against both of their bodies and Tabi began to speak.

“The good ‘ole US of A would pay well for my skills. Don’t you think?”

Monica was unsure exactly what skills Tabi was referring to. Tabi had so many. Tabi always had ingenuous things to talk about. Over coffee, over a slice of pizza at Pepinos Pizza, while making her current girlfriend come. It didn’t matter to Monica. She knew that this talk turned her on, and she didn’t care. Whatever made her get off she was willing to do.

“What skills are we referring to, Tabi?” Monica göztepe escort questioned, trying to sound sincerely interested as her moans nearly overrode rational thought.

Monica was so wet that Tabi’s hand kept sliding out, but Tabi remained diligent and kept up the pace making Monica wetter and wetter. Monica couldn’t believe she was going to come again and enticed Tabi to talk some more. Some women got excited by an Italian accent or a Latin lover—Monica was turned on by the talk of a petite, dark-haired New Zealander who talked about honey and how to remove a bee’s stinger from your ass.

“Do you know what four commodities that the US of A would pay big for that I can give them?” Tabi asked, grinding against Monica. “No?” And then without hesitation, Tabi contributed the response herself.

“Number one—honey. The sweetest of all the commodities. Sweet and sticky and smooth to the touch”

Monica wished that she had some honey to drip over Tabi’s breasts so she could lick it off her erect nipples. Then her fantasy would flow forward, having the thick liquid drip down getting tangled in the hair just above the place she loved to taste so much. But instead, Tabi continued her lecture as she fingered Monica who inched closer and closer to escstacy.

“Number two is next, college girl. Do you know what the next one is? Do you?” Tabi said with a smile that sent shivers through Monica’s abdomen, “It’s beeswax, as in mind your own—but you college girls like to be involved with everything, don’t you? Don’t much respect the mysterious, do we?”

Monica was listening, but not really taking it all in. Monica was off to the University of Otago’s Dunedin School of Medicine in the fall and Tabi liked to bust on her once in a while, but she wasn’t ready for a lesson in world commodities at this exact moment, seconds away from come reeling down her thighs.

“What? No, I…” but Monica couldn’t speak. She would be climaxing any moment and Tabi’s fingers felt better and better diving into her with a heated passion that only she could deliver.

“No, college girl? Am I smarter than you? Do I—a lowly beekeeper—know more than thou? I know what you like, don’t I college girl? I know how you like me to touch you. I know how fast or how slow to move my body to satisfy yours. Does that feel good? Are you coming?”

“I’m…oh God, Tabi…I’m…soon…oh God.” Tabi moved forwarded, concentrating on her craft at hand and talking about bees.

“Number three…”

Tabi increased the rhythm of her three fingers halkalı escort inside Monica, stroking her clitoris upon entry and retreat. She gently lowered Monica onto the bed without her even realizing that she was being placed flat on her back.

“Any guesses?” Tabi asked,

Tabi continued with her query as she stroked Monica’s clitoris, slowly then quickly then slowly again, with the same precision that she probably used in retracting honeycombs at Drake’s.

“No guesses once again? Hummm…points for the high school dropout.” Tabi smiled her devious smile as she once again made Monica feel submissive with her power and knowledge. “Pollen, baby doll. Pollen.”

Monica couldn’t believe the overwhelming emotions filling her. The heavy material of Tabi’s beekeeper uniform scratched roughly against her sensitive skin, causing the pain to bring more pleasure than anything Monica had ever felt before.

“And finally, number four.” Tabi said. “Royal jelly, my dear, dear Monica.” Tabi rolled her incredible tongue with a foreign accent. Mon-eek-a. Mon-eek-a. The rolling of Tabi’s tongue glided over the syllables like a linguistics expert. Monica loved Tabi’s tongue more than ever at that moment. “The delicasy of queen honeybees, my dear. Yes? Yes? Do you wish to taste my royal jelly, Mon-eek-a?”

And that was as far as Tabi got in her lesson in bees. Monica came over Tabi’s hand, riving as her orgasmic pelvic trusts continued as if for eternity. Monica screamed louder than she’d ever screamed.

In exhaustion, Monica lay unmoving on the bed beneath Tabi who, moments later, stood and swept her sweat-soaked hair away from her forehead. She fanned her body by flapping the collar of the beekeeper uniform covered in dark patches of sweat soaking through from the inside.

“Well?” Tabi asked as she walked across the room and glanced back at Monica. “How was the beekeeper?”

Monica was not completely coherent yet and still shook from the orgasm.

“Stupendous as always.” Monica figured she could get this sentence out without her voice stuttering too much from the repercussions of the best sexual experience of her life.

“Stupendous,” Tabi repeated, sounding sarcastic, but then allowed sincerity to reveal itself. “I’ll be home around 7. Dinner? Hunter’s Vineyard at 8?”

“See you then,” Monica responded.

Tabi flashed a smile at Monica, as she turned and scooped up her hood and disappeared through the bungalow doorway. Monica heard the scooter’s engine fire. The engine accelerated and gradually faded away to a distant hum as Tabi sped away to reap the daily honey awaiting New Zealand’s finest beekeeper. Monica twisted her naked legs around a goose-feathered pillow and fantasized about their dinner later that night, wondering what enlightening tidbits Tabi would share with her about wine. And hoped that she had a story or two that they’d share.

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Chapter 26

Deb Plus Two

Nancy spoke to her newest friend every day in the week following the visit with Deb and her husband, Kyle. Most of the calls were related to the “intervention” that Nancy and Paul conducted for the older couple. Deb shared that they had both opened up with each other and one result was the best sex of their marriage. She said that Kyle was almost glowing each morning before heading to work and his entire personality seemed to have grown younger. One afternoon, Deb called and told Nancy that she and Kyle were on completely firm ground with respect to swinging and they were ready to step outside of their own home for some new adventures.

“You mentioned putting us in touch with another couple when you were here last week. Can we get together and talk about doing that?” Deb asked her.

“How about we plan a lunch together and I’ll invite Jeanne to come as well. You two can meet and she can help answer any questions you might have,” Nancy responded.

Deb thought for a moment. “You don’t think that would be a little weird. She doesn’t even know us.”

“She and I have known each other for years in a running club that we both belong to, and I’ll give her a little background on you so you’re not completely foreign to her. I think you’ll find she and Craig are very nice and they definitely won’t think you’re weird or anything,” Nancy said with a laugh. Deb agreed and later that morning after Nancy had a chance to speak with Jeanne, the three women made a lunch date for the following day.

During their luncheon, Deb and Jeanne were introduced to each other and Jeanne quickly put Deb’s concerns to rest. She told the older woman about herself and her husband, and then told her about the “film studio” they had at their home. Jeanne also strongly hinted that they would like to get together with Kyle and Deb to “get to know each other better”. Deb was a little flustered at this invitation from a complete pair of strangers and wanted to talk it over with her husband first. Jeanne understood and suggested that if it would make Deb and Kyle feel more at ease, then the two couples could meet for dinner together somewhere in town for a purely social event. Deb thought that was a good idea and the rest of the luncheon continued with a more relaxed atmosphere.

Two weeks later, Deb called Nancy and said she had a huge favor to ask. She and Kyle met with Jeanne and Craig for a nice dinner that went a long way towards breaking the ice for a follow-on sexual encounter. However, she asked Jeanne if it would be okay for Paul and Nancy to join them as well. Jeanne was perfectly fine with that idea, so Deb wanted to know if they would be interested in coming. Nancy considered the invitation, but sensed there was more behind it. When she pressed Deb on the point, her friend finally admitted that she really wanted to be with two men and she didn’t want to spoil Kyle’s time with Jeanne. Nancy put off responding until she had a chance to talk with Paul, but she felt sure he would say “yes”.

As soon as their call ended, Nancy called Jeanne to see what she had to say. Jeanne confirmed everything that Deb had told her and added that she was already making plans for what she would do with Kyle, but they could easily expand to include Nancy in a threesome. Nancy told her that sounded like fun to her and she and Paul would plan on being there.

It was another week before the small get together at Jeanne and Craig’s home. Deb and Kyle were invited to stay the weekend and advised to pack accordingly. When they arrived, Paul and Nancy were already sitting in the living room sipping wine with their hosts. Everyone got up and exchanged hugs and kisses with the new arrivals before eventually settling back down in the comfortable furniture. Each couple remained seated together, but it quickly became two sets of conversations; one involving the men and the other with just the ladies.

When it was time to refresh everyone’s drink, Craig suggested taking Kyle and deb upstairs to show them the studio setup. The trio trooped upstairs and when they returned fifteen minutes later, Kyle seemed to take everything in stride, but Deb had a look of amazement.

“Have you guys ever made a video of yourselves up there?” she asked Nancy.

“A couple times,” she replied. “But not doing any role playing. We’re still trying to think of a scenario we’d really enjoy doing. How about you? Do you already have something in mind?”

Paul could see the same look in Deb’s face as he saw at Ann’s home. She was feeling overwhelmed with choices and didn’t know where to begin. However, she didn’t have to think before replying. “I’ve think got a good idea of what I want to do.”

Craig brought out two more bottles of wine and by the time they were finished, everyone was feeling relaxed and happy. He then suggested a trip to the hot tub and all the guests readily agreed. Deb and Kyle started to ask about borrowing swimsuits, but when they saw the others undressing bahçeşehir escort where they were, they understood it was going to be a “clothing optional” event. They started to remove their clothing, but Craig and Jeanne weren’t wearing anything more than shorts and t-shirts, so they were the first to get naked. Jeanne went up to Kyle and started helping him out of his pants, which encouraged Craig to help Deb with her clothing.

“Ooooo! You’re not circumcised,” Jeanne exclaimed. Kyle seemed embarrassed by her comment, but it was clear she found it somewhat exotic. “I’ve never been with a man who wasn’t circumcised,” she continued with a large smile. “I can’t wait to try you out!”

“Let me give you a hand,” he said, trying to shift her attention away from his penis. His fingers expertly opened all the buttons on her blouse and pulled the shirttail out of her jeans. He tugged it off of her shoulders and moved down to release the front of her jeans. Deb stood unmoving and looked around the room as he finished undressing her down to her underwear. Jeanne had finished with Kyle and started to lead him by the hand out to the back deck. Paul and Nancy were already getting in the tub and by the time Deb and Craig showed up, it was already looking pretty full.

Everyone scooted around to make room, but since the tub only had five seats, Jeanne opted to sit on Kyle’s lap. Nancy sat against Paul and they relaxed while the others did most of the talking. Paul couldn’t help but smile as he watched Craig and Jeanne take charge of their new guests. After a few minutes, the conversation ebbed and Craig pulled Deb over to sit on his lap where the two began making out like a pair of teenagers. Jeanne turned to face Kyle and raised her legs out of the water to rest over his shoulders while her hands were interlocked behind his neck to hold herself upright. The way she was positioned not only showed off her flexibility, but it also put most of her weight on her pussy which was on top of Kyle’s crotch.

Paul and Nancy engaged in their own make-out session which was punctuated by Nancy’s giggles when Paul became especially frisky in playing with her breasts as they floated at the surface of the tub. The tub was overcrowded with the three couples, but no one minded. At one point, Jeanne moved over to show Deb how she could lower herself and direct one of the footwell jets to impact her pussy. Just after Deb tried it for herself, Craig opened an air valve that created a powerful stream of bubbles in the water jets. That elicited a loud “Ahhh!” from Deb as she hung on to Craig and slowly moved her open pussy up and down in the bubbly jet. Jeanne went back to kissing Kyle and their activity could best be described as frenetic.

They remained in the hot tub for just over 30 minutes before Jeanne got out and pulled Kyle along behind her. She bent down and whispered something in Nancy’s ear and tugged on her arm which led to Nancy clambering out behind her friend. The threesome picked up towels to dry off in the cool late afternoon air which already had the women’s nipples plainly standing out hard. As she finished drying off, Jeanne called over to Deb. “Don’t forget, today is ‘Sadie Hawkins Day’ so you get to pick the man you want to be with!” With a wave to her husband, Jeanne took Kyle and Nancy by their hands and led them inside the house.

“Oh my! I almost forgot about that!” Deb playfully told the two men in the tub with her. “This is going to be such a hard decision. I think the best thing to help me make up my mind is for each of you to ‘try out’ for the privilege of being my date tonight.”

“Oh really?” said Paul as he played along. “You seem to think very highly of yourself. What kind of date do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking that the man I select will get to spend the entire night in bed with me,” she replied cooly.

Craig joined in the fun. “You think you can handle one of us for an entire night?”

“Sweetie, it’s you that have to be concerned about being able to handle me!” she quipped. “Let’s get out of here so you can begin your try-out.”

Deb and the two men splashed out of the tub and dried off. As they walked inside, Deb suggested going to the studio room. When they arrived, she told Craig to set up the video camera to record events on the bed. While he was doing that, Deb went to the closet and pulled out some clothes that she had obviously picked out ahead of time and got dressed. She was wearing a very tight white button down blouse with an equally tight knee-length gray skirt. Underneath, she was wearing a matching set of white panties and a bra.

When she rejoined the men, Paul couldn’t help but think she looked exactly like the very hot teacher that she was. He wondered if she actually dressed that way when she went to work. Her clothing was easily something a professional woman would wear to the work place, but on her it was incredibly sexy. The only thing missing was a set bakırköy escort of stiletto heels to accent her shapely legs.

Turning to Paul, she said, “I’ve already been with you, so I’m going to let Craig go first. Your job is going to be operating the camera. Think you can handle that?” As she made her last comment, she winked and gave Paul’s small, soft cock a playful yank. Without waiting for an answer, she went back to Craig.

“Just stand there a while,” she told him as she continued on to the bed. She sat down and leaned to one side on her arm with her legs crossed. She signaled for Paul to start the recording and then looked up at Craig. “Tell me what you’re thinking about right now,” she told him.

“Umm, how hot you look,” he replied.

“Really? That’s all?” she challenged.

“Uh, no. I’m also thinking about fucking those big tits,” he admitted.

She sat up and cupped her breasts with her hands to lift them slightly. “These are nothing to how big they used to be,” she commented. “I used to wear a 40FF bra before finally getting these reduced to a more comfortable size. Have you ever seen a pair of 40FF tits?” she asked innocently, still holding up her breasts.

“Not in person,” Craig answered. His hand was already slowly rubbing his soft cock while he watched Deb on the bed.

“I’m a 38DD now, but sometimes I wonder if they’re still too big. What do you think?” she inquired.

“No, I think they look great,” Craig said enthusiastically.

“I bet you want to see them better, wouldn’t you,” she teased.

“You bet!”

Deb undid the next two buttons on her blouse so that it was open to a point just below her bra. Her blouse automatically opened up to show the inside of her bra-clad breasts. Paul zoomed in on her cleavage and guessed that she purposely put on a bra that was a little small so that her boobs would squeeze her boobs together and force them to swell over the top of the cups.

“Is this good enough?” she taunted.

“No. I want to see you topless,” Craig answered.

“You probably want to see every woman you meet topless,” Deb countered. “I’m not like other women, though. I’m better, but if you want to see how much better, tell me what you would do to see my naked breasts.”

Behind the video camera, Paul could see Deb was getting into her role, and if that’s what she did during cybersex, it was no wonder she had a long list of online male partners. He shifted the camera’s view over to Craig and showed him still stroking his cock, which was already half-erect.

Craig thought for a few moments before replying to Deb. “Um, I’m not sure what you mean,” he said trying to sidestep the question.

“You know exactly what I mean,” she retorted. “If you’re not that interested in me, then you can go away and I’ll play with Paul instead.”

“Oh no. I’m definitely interested. I just don’t know what kinds of things you’re talking about. What would you like me to do?” he countered.

“Let’s start with something simple,” she said. “I want to see you jerk off until you’re nice and hard so I can see if that little cock of yours is up to my standards.”

Craig stroked his cock faster and it took less than 30 seconds to reach its full length. “Bring it here so I can see it better,” she demanded.

He moved over in front of Deb and held his cock out resting in the palm of his hand. As she bent down to examine it, he had a clear view down her open blouse and Paul made sure he recorded him looking. Deb ran her fingernail lightly over the head of Craig’s penis several times and when Paul zoomed in again. He could see that each pass pressed in harder than the one before. Craig’s penis jumped repeatedly in his hand as she teased it. The last thing she did was use her long fingernail to open the slit at the tip of his cock and wiggle it in the small opening. The sharp irritation that shot through Craig’s penis made him cringe and he had a sudden feeling like he needed to pee, but couldn’t.

“Go back to where you were,” she said suddenly. Craig stumbled backward still holding his tormented penis and trying to mentally stop the feeling of irritation at the very end of it. She slowly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and pulled the shirttails out.

“Are you ready?” she asked Craig who only nodded in reply. Deb reached behind her and released the hooks holding her bra together and her large round breasts surged forward without the restraint that previously kept them in check. She shrugged the straps off of her shoulders, but used one hand to hold the bra over her breasts. Using both hands, she very slowly lowered the bra to reveal her wonderfully perfect looking breasts and their very large areolae. She let go of the bra cups and the hung below her exposed breasts still suspended by the straps hung up under her blouse and over her arms.

“Here you go,” she cooed. “What do you think?”

Craig’s eyes were fixed on her breasts as if başakşehir escort seeing them for the very first time. “They’re beautiful,” he replied.

“Oh my,” Deb exclaimed. “You seem to be getting soft. You need to take care of that.”

Craig resumed stroking his cock and had it hard again in just moments. “Mmm, much better,” his temptress cooed. “Are you happy now?”

“A little bit,” he responded.

Deb pretended to pout. “You don’t like seeing me like this? Oh wait! You said you wanted to fuck my big titties, didn’t you?” Without waiting for a reply, she waved him to come close again. “Put that thing in here,” she directed while holding up her round globes. Craig placed his hard shaft between her breasts and she squeezed them over it.

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got,” she told him. Craig immediately began humping up and down between her boobs and saw her watching the head of his cock nearly disappear between them before remerging and extending almost up to her lips. Paul removed the camera from the tripod and came over to film the action from the top. The view screen filled with the sight of Deb’s two alabaster mounds surrounding Craig’s red cock while it drove up and down between them.

Deb let Craig fuck her tits for almost a minute before releasing them. “I’m getting bored. Are you satisfied now?” she inquired almost irritably as she shooed him away. Craig stopped his movement and straightened up.

“Not really,” he answered as he resumed his previous spot a few feet away from her. Paul went back to place the camera back on the tripod.

Deb looked up at Craig. “Let me guess. You probably want more, don’t you; tell me what you want now.”

“I want to fuck you,” he replied bluntly. “I want to fuck your pussy,” he clarified.

“Of course you do,” she said dismissively. Every man I’ve met wants to fuck me. You think I don’t hear that every day?” she asked rhetorically. “I’ll let you see my pussy, but you have to do something for me,” she said.

“What would that be,” Craig asked suspiciously. “Well, something I’ve always wanted to see is one man sucking another man’s cock,” she replied matter-of-factly. “I’ll let you see my pussy if you suck Paul’s cock, and if you do a really good job, I’ll let you kiss and lick my tasty little cunt.”

Craig looked over at Paul who had just straightened up with a shocked look. “Come on,” Deb needled him. “You guys think it’s so great to see two women together. What’s wrong with us seeing two men together? And besides, why should it matter to you if the mouth on your cock is a man’s or woman’s?” Paul remained silent without indicating agreement with her argument.

“Let me make it easier for you,” Deb told him. “This is going to be part of your try out, too. Either play nicely or go away and you’ll never have me again.”

Paul was dumbfounded by her comment and wasn’t sure whether she was joking with him or not, so he remained where he was. Craig was also motionless waiting to see what Paul decided.

“All right,” De said to Paul. “Go away and leave us alone.”

“Wait. You were serious?” Paul asked incredulously.

“As a heart attack,” she said firmly. “What are you going to do?”

Paul’s mind was racing. He never expected her obvious role-playing to reach this extreme, yet she was clearly not joking. He managed to push aside his personal feelings and step out from behind the camera. Deb smiled, and told both men move next to her. As Paul stood in front of her feeling very uncomfortable, Craig knelt down and reached out to lift Paul’s soft penis up with his fingers. Paul held his breath tried not to think about it when Craig started stroking his cock slowly. When Craig first took the head of Paul’s cock between his lips, they heard Deb scoot closer and tell them, “That’s what I’m talking about. I want to see how well you can please another man.”

Despite Paul’s initial revulsion, he couldn’t help but react physically to the stimulation of Craig’s mouth. He found himself thinking that Craig was actually very good; almost as good as Nancy. His cock started to grow in Craig’s mouth and hand and Deb continued providing verbal encouragement to Craig.

Craig was licking the underside of Paul’s cock on his way down to suck on his friend’s balls when she queried, “Think you can take the whole thing in your mouth?”

He didn’t answer, but continued his way down to the base of Paul’s cock and then sucked one of his heavy balls up inside his mouth. As Craig’s tongue swirled around Paul’s nut sack, Paul felt his cock twitching in response. Finally, Craig finished sucking both balls and went back to the head of Paul’s shaft. He moved his mouth around the head and then went halfway down the hard rod before pausing. When he started to move further down, he felt Deb’s hand on the back of his head pushing him down to go all the way. Her hand remained on the back of his head even after his lips reached the root of Paul’s cock and he was having some difficulty breathing. Craig pulled his head up an inch or two, before she forced him back down.

“Go on. Suck that cock!” she told him. “Let me see you take it all the way down your throat!” Deb didn’t release his head until he had gone all the way down on Paul several times. He pulled it from his mouth and looked over at her with questioning eyes.

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Author’s note: Text in brackets are flashbacks.

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Years ago, he’d told Lena the Knights Templar would catch up to her, if she insisted on making such a display of her magic. She’d scoffed, telling him he worried too much.

She just hadn’t worried enough.

The manacles gracing her wrists are bound in runes, cutting off her access to her powers. Her face is flushed with anger and contempt. Every so often, she tries to spit at the Templar holding her lead. Invariably, he responds with the palm of his hand, hard enough so that Carver can hear the crisp slap, even across the gallows courtyard.

She remains stiff and unrepentant.

Her robes drape obscenely tight around her hips, outlining the swell of her backside. He’d forgotten how enticing she could be.

At least he hadn’t been the one to turn her in. He’d been tempted, but just being family bought her that much loyalty, at least.

Always the special one. Father’s bright, shining light, to train and coddle. Now she is being dragged, shrieking and swearing, into the depths of the Cathedral’s prison, eyes afire.

The Erasure Ritual is done before he realizes what has been asked, the burnt-sweet scent clinging to his skin.

He was a Templar through and through, but as a brother, no number of words from the Archbishop lessened the shock.

Lena might as well be dead. She had always said she’d rather.

She is turned back out into the courtyard, obedient testimony to the power and reach of the Cathedral.

The once-renowned sorceress has become a message: none are beyond the will of the holy crusade. None are beyond the Archbishop.

Eyes that once sparked with wicked laughter, that burned with passion, that last regarded him with such contempt, now stare flat and empty at him, waiting. The scars on her forehead and across the sides of her lips are perfectly healed, each mark ugly and dark violet. The burble of magic in her is gone, the song no longer tugging against his soul.

Lena’s greatest fear. And a very large part of him wishes he hadn’t been the one to press the sealing talisman to her flesh—to watch the life and joy, even the hatred, fade into nothing.

She’d screamed, swearing and crying, making promises they both knew she’d never keep, if only he would help her, let her go, let her die, anything but beşiktaş escort this. His final words to his sister were a promise to kill her as soon as he was able.

A promise they both knew he would never keep.

But she is safe now, and as soon as the seal set, she stopped pleading. Stopped crying. As if she doesn’t desire to die anymore. As if she is content.

He shoves aside the memory of the woman she once was, the way she lashed out in desperation for a fate other than this.

Besides, a small part of him liked the terror in her voice, the fear in her eyes. A small part that is linked directly to his cock, twitching even now at the memory. The Knights Templar cast no shadows, at least not the kind he fears. Whatever his sister may have become, he will never trail along in her footsteps again.

“Come, sister.”

She follows with no hesitation, a delight he will never get used to. When he takes her hand, she doesn’t pull it away, even when he tugs hard enough that she loses her balance, staggering against him. Wrapping his arm around her waist protectively, he holds her steady, whispering in soft tones, even if she has no need for soothing.

[She shoves hard against his shoulder, righting herself. Haughty, she glares at him. “Keep your hands to yourself, brother.” A sniff of disdain. “I don’t need your help.”]

Reaching the door to her cell, he opens it for her, guiding her through with the slightest press of his palm to her lower back, fingers just grazing the swell of her arse.

[She scowls as she shoves him aside, pushing open the door. She turns to face him, frustrated and angry, and looking to blame someone.]

Gently, he directs her to the bed, unbuckling straps and discarding armor. She watches, and there is no protest.

[Once in their shared room in the small cottage, she points to the floor, and he goes to his knees, long years of obedience making a habit of it. He still fumbles as he rucks up her skirt, want and shame making his fingers tremble.]

Soft but insistent, he pushes down on her shoulders, easing her to kneel between his spread legs, throbbing with an intensity he has never felt. “Suck me, Lena.” Pulling himself free of his trousers, he positions her mouth over him. “Open your pretty mouth and suck my cock, sister.”

[“Eat beşyol escort my cunt, brother. It’s the only thing you’re good at besides being a meat shield.” Sneering, she stands over him, shoving his face into her sex.]

She’d used him, taking and taking, never showing an ounce of love. Never being the sister he wanted to adore, but only the sister he needed to fuck. It figures it takes being an Erased for her to be able to give.

[“Mmm. Lick me harder.” Although she is groaning, it comes out as a command, her fingers curling into his hair. “What will your fellow Knights Templar say if they knew their new apprentice spends his leave time between his sister’s legs?”]

The heat of her mouth burns him, a clash of guilt and glee. “Relax your throat, sweetheart, or you’ll choke.” Her compliance is instant, and he slides deeper, until she has taken his entire length, and all that he is. “That’s it, darling. Just like that.”

He rubs his thumb over the jagged scar on her forehead, minutely flexing his hips as she holds him. He pulls her off just enough to let her breath before sinking back into the tight embrace of her throat.

[She snarls out her release, one foot to his shoulder to kick him away, onto his back. Long practice has taught him to let her take, or she will happily leave him wanting. She drops down to straddle him, sheathing his straining cock in one swift, slick movement.]

“Stand for me, Lena, and take off your robe.” She is methodical and efficient as she follows his command, each clasp falling in its turn. “I want to do all the things you never let me do, sister. Touch you in all the places you never let me touch.” Sliding a caressing hand down her flank, he nudges her thighs apart with a knee. “Bend over and put your hands on the bed, love.”

[“God, you’re a sick fuck, brother. Why you want to touch me there is beyond me.” She slaps at his shoulder, smirking until he moves his hands back to her hips, riding him fast and brutal.]

Dribbling the thick fluid of a warmth balm between the cheeks of her arse, he marvels at the lack of protest, not the slightest whimper, as he presses his finger slickly into the tight pucker.

She doesn’t fight him when he adds a second finger, so slowly easing into the dark heat of her body, curling and stroking, beykent escort and taking his time.

He is burning alive, the cold bitter hate that has eaten at him for years lifting like a morning haze. His sister’s slack stance, so calmly accepting of his touch, so docile under the loving assault of his flesh into hers… it soothes him, smoothing edges she has honed to razor sharpness since they were youths.

It has been a longing of years, to be able to love her instead of use her and be used. To be able to make love to her instead of fuck her and forever be fucked.

He leans against her, chest to back, bare skin warm and smooth, to whisper, “Tell me that you want me.”

“I do not want, brother.” Toneless, the bite of anger nowhere to be found. “It is better to want nothing, than it was to be ruled by such overwhelming desire.” She doesn’t even turn her head to look at him, his fingers still moving deep within her arse, his other hand stroking her sex, bringing a flush to her skin, but no heat to her eyes.

There is no condemnation when she asks, “Do you want me to lie to you?” but there is a world of guilt in his reply of, “Yes.”

It isn’t the inflectionless quality of her voice that matters, nor the fact that she wants nothing, feels nothing. It is that she says those words, to him, with no hesitation. “I want you, brother.” No venom.

Reverently, he lays her down, and she allows him to. He positions her limbs as he will, and she holds them where he puts her, spread open and vulnerable before him.

Entering her, he knows he is deluding himself to think he sees the ghost of her smirk, as her lips part on an outward breath. But she is just as tight as ever, scorching him with her flesh, with his guilt, with his pleasure.

[His body clenches, and he fights to hold her in place as his cum shoots straight into her, long jets of desire and shame. She goes still over him and watches his face with hard, fevered eyes.]

He doesn’t last, and she doesn’t care. She lies so quiet and still as he shudders to completion, bright sunbursts painting the blackness behind his eyelids.

[Those eyes show such wicked delight as she lifts herself away from him. He flushes at the sight of the cooling seed dripping down between her thighs. Wordlessly, she crawls into her bed, shutting him out completely.]

Those eyes show nothing at all as he gathers her tightly in his arms, the refuse of their joining slippery and damp between them, his mouth to her sweaty dark hair.

Erased sorceress or not, she had never loved him in any capacity.

And he would spend the rest of his life convincing himself it was better this way.

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Note: Authors Warning! This story was written upon request by one of my fans/friends/readers. As such, it contains several scenes of a bisexual nature, which is explicit in detail as requested. So if this is not your preferred cup of tea, please don’t read any further, this story is not for you.

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If any of our everyday friends, or family knew about this, they’d be shocked to say the least.

My wife Sue and I led a normal everyday life just like most everyone else did. We were the typical average everyday sort of people. Or so you would think upon seeing us, or getting to know us. We certainly weren’t prudes, not by a long shot. We didn’t attend church every Sunday, nor did Sue dress provocatively when we went out either. Nor did either one of us openly flirt with our friends, or give anyone hint at the very wild, very erotic side of our mutually expressed fantasies and desires. Those things we managed to keep a secret, between ourselves.

No, there was nothing kinky or extra ordinary about Mr. and Mrs. Zachery (Zach) Jones that anyone would ever have a clue or be suspicious about. But once a week without fail, Sue and I were indeed that wild, crazy uninhibited couple that no one else ever knew about.

A long time before we were ever married, with both of us having gone through a divorce, two failed marriages previously, we had sat down and had a long, long talk about it. Back then, we had both come to the same conclusion and understanding. That being…unless we kept our sex life fresh, fun, and wantonly erotic, we both might find ourselves one day facing the same mistakes each of us had made previously. The concern of repeating history for each of us, wasn’t something either one of us wanted to face again. And the answer to that was, being honest with one another about our desires, sharing fantasies, and being open enough with one another to actually explore them.

Something, that neither one of our families and friends would have ever understood.

And it wasn’t like we led a double life. Just a private, secret one. Behind closed doors, Sue and I explored those types of things with one another, and unlike some perhaps, never divulged, revealed, or talked about them with our friends and neighbors. At least not the friends we invited over for the neighborly barbeque, or hung around and played cards, or went bowling with. We had other friends for that, friends that lived quite a ways a way, who we generally got together with perhaps once every couple of months.

Outside of that, Sue and I simply adventured on our own, having what we called “fantasy night” once every couple of weeks at least, where according to the “rules” as we’d long ago decided, anything and everything was possible.

And tonight was in fact fantasy night. I’d been looking forward to it all day, even having trouble concentrating at work, waiting for the clock to tell me it was time to run home, pick up my wife and head out for the evening. That was in fact a second thrill in looking forward to, as last time had been my plans, my ideas. Tonight, it was Sue’s turn. And I had no idea what it was she had come up with or it was she wanted to do. That was part of the fun and excitement…not knowing.

She was in fact already dressed and ready to go by the time I got home. To look at her, you’d have thought we were going out someplace for a simple evening together. Even the dress she had chosen to wear was less than sexy or revealing, but what I knew, and no one else would if they were to run into us on the street, was that she didn’t have anything on underneath it. A bra perhaps yes, albeit a damn sexy one. But with as large of breasts as Sue had, it would have appeared totally out of character for her to be found on the street not wearing one. Panties was something else entirely.

“Hurry up and shower,” she grinned wickedly showing me in fact that she had nothing on underneath her dress. A hint, well partially anyway, of whatever it was that she had planned. For all I knew, it could have been a drive up to the mountains, or a quick finger-fuck in the parking lot of a nearby grocery store. Though even that I quickly discounted. We did stuff like that all the time, and didn’t consider such simple, though erotic adventures as being worthy of fantasy night. No…there had to be more to this than just that, and I felt my cock already stiffening at the thought of whatever it was she had planned for us this night.

“Where to?” I asked a short time later as we headed outside to the car.

“Grantsville,” she said simply smiling. “I’ll tell you the rest of it once we get there.”

We lived in a fairly small, tight knit community. Another reason we were always careful about doing anything really wild or extremely naughty too close to home. Grantsville was a slightly larger town than where we lived, about forty-five minutes away. It was a bit more progressive than where we lived, a lot bigger shopping centers for one, bostancı escort hell…we didn’t even have a Wal Mart yet, nor were there any plans to build one as far as we knew. I wondered if Sue had called Bill and Linda, they lived thirty miles away on the other side of Grantsville. It wasn’t uncommon for the four of us to meet up at one of the nicer, local hotels for an evening together. But I quickly discounted that too, I happened to know they were out of town at the time. Curious, made me horny. But Sue wasn’t about to reveal to me, not yet anyway, what it was that she had in mind.

It didn’t help matters, watching her playing with herself as we drove down the highway. That never failed to get a rise out of me whenever it was that she did that. By the time we got to wherever the hell it was we were going, she knew I’d be damn good and horny by then.

Sue directed me off the second exit onto what was the main road leading through town. I was familiar with it as that’s where most of the more well-known, luxurious hotels were. But as we passed those, I knew then that whatever Sue’s plans were, didn’t include checking in to a hotel.

“Where to?” I asked curiously now, wondering what it was she had planned for the evening.

“Next left,” she grinned at me sexily.

I pulled up to the light, signaled, and seconds later turned. There were a number of bars in this particular area of town, but as neither one of us was big on bar hopping, I couldn’t imagine for the life of me where it was we were really going. Until Sue told me to pull into the lot of one of only two adult novelty stores that I even knew existed in Grantsville.

We had actually been here once before a few months back when we’d come in to browse, shop around for something interestingly naughty. I’d almost forgotten about the place, but remembered how we’d looked around, discovering what were a half dozen rooms near the back that you could for a few bucks, rent and watch movies for a while. You could basically do whatever you felt like doing inside those rooms, no questions asked. Sue and I had peeked into one of them that happened to be available. We had noticed then that each room contained a small couch, each adjacent wall having what was obviously a “glory hole”, but they also had what we later learned as being two-way mirrors. One that could be slid open for being looked at, the other for viewing only, provided the people using the room on the adjacent side had opened the slide in their room permitting you to peek in on them.

“Go on back, I’ll meet you,” Sue told me smiling mischievously. It was obvious this wasn’t a sudden spur of the moment thing here. Sue had obviously made previous arrangements, which I confirmed upon seeing a reserved sign on one of the rooms. Two others were in use on either side, the red lights being on over the doors. I had watched Sue head up to the counter, handing the clerk a DVD she had brought along with her. You could either rent one of their available movies, or bring your own. We had a few, and it was evident she had selected one handing it to the clerk to insert into the player for our room. Moments later she joined me as we entered inside. Almost wordlessly, we both removed our clothes, hanging them up on the wall. Seconds later the screen lit up in front of us, and a movie began playing. Only it wasn’t one I was expecting to see as there right in front of us, big as life was Sue and I, as well as Linda and Bill. It was a movie we’d taken turns filming of one another several month’s back. A particularly wild little evening that I was damn glad we had captured on film.

“Don’t worry…I switched DVD’s,” she said smiling. She had handed the clerk a box that appeared to be a normal every day X-rated video, but she had switched out the DVD’s before hand, inserting our own.

“Nice!” I said sitting back, enjoying my wife’s little strip tease as she finished undressing. Just seeing us as the four of us fooled around together on the screen was actually quite arousing as Sue soon after joined me on our little couch where we sat side-by-side, touching and fondling one another all the while watching ourselves.

The one thing she had done which surprised me a little, yet added an air of wondrous excitement to being inside the room, was to have opened the panel on one side, allowing the couple next to us to peer inside at us provided they wanted to. And it was evident by the sounds coming from the other side that it was indeed occupied by a couple, and not just by a single guy sitting inside getting himself off. But when Sue redirected my attention to the wall, I was a bit surprised to see a rather large, rather hard cock poking through the glory hole. Obviously it was an open invitation, but we both knew it was only that. If you chose not to do anything about it, the party on the other side would eventually give up and withdraw. Needless to say, I was mildly surprised büyükçekmece escort when Sue stood and wandered over towards the wall. I sat there and watched as she reached out, surrounding the unknown prick with her hand and began fondling it. That truly did surprise me, but it also excited me as well.

“Trust me?” she asked unnecessarily. She knew that I did without asking, but it was her way of letting me know, that she was fully aware of what she was doing here. When she knelt down making it easier for her to do so, I sat somewhat stunned and a little dumbfounded as she encircled the rock hard cock with her mouth and began sucking it!

Under the circumstances, this was totally out of character for my wife. We might have a secret wild side to our sex-life, but we weren’t stupid or crazy either. We had joined what we found and appreciated to be a very exclusive on-line club where couples could join, meet, and if they found one another mutually attractive, could get together and take things from there. What I liked about it, though it was fairly expensive to join, and with good reason, was the fact you had to first prove yourself certified, disease free. We’d both had to get recent updated certificates showing we were, and then had to agree to having new ones resubmitted each quarter or our membership automatically expired. If you did that, then you had to pay the fees all over again before being permitted back, not to mention being screened all over again anyway. So it was worth getting the new certificates every quarter to keep from having to do that.

Needless to say, we were both very careful and cautious when it came to things like that, so seeing Sue down on her knees sucking a strange cock had at first concerned me. But I also knew, Sue wasn’t, and wouldn’t be stupid. Not even in the throes of passion and lust. What she was now doing had to be a part of the night’s planned event.

I watched her for a while, the sounds of our frantic coupling with Bill and Linda adding back ground on screen as I sat there openly fondling myself, watching my wife sucking a strangers cock. I was hard as hell, and hornier still. Eventually she stood up, the cock once again disappearing, as she beckoned me over towards the wall.

“Give me your hand,” she said softly. Placing it against the opening, she whispered, “Feel!”

I stuck my hand through the opening, just large enough to accommodate it. When I did, I felt the softness of a woman’s pussy on the other side. She was wet, extremely so, and my fingers slid easily inside her opening as I stood there fondling and finger-fucking her. While I stood doing this, Sue walked over a few steps away and peered through the small one-way opening into their room. It was obvious just as she’d done, that they too had opened the panel on their side so that we could see them, even though at the moment…I couldn’t. But, I was enjoying the slick, soft lips of this strange woman’s cunt as I stood there fingering her.

I was actually disappointed a few moments later when I felt the woman pull away, forcing me to release my hand. When she did, I made motion to step over and stand by my wife, peering through the little window. But she closed it before I could.

“Not yet,” she grinned teasingly, then adding once again, her face taking on somewhat of a serious, somewhat nervous expression. “Still trust me?”

“Of course!” I said easily, honestly, though it was evident she was up to something. I then noticed the hard cock I’d seen earlier was once again poking through the opening in the wall. I stepped back expecting to see Sue take another turn fooling around with it once again, but she surprised me by leading me over to it, by the cock. When she did, I stood there watching her as she rubbed the head of my prick against his, playfully, pressing the two of us together. It was obvious as his cock remained sticking through the hole on his side, that this wasn’t something he was having any difficulty with, as it remained there, Sue rubbing the two of us together back and forth upon one another.

I had to admit it was a strange sensation, though not at all weird or unpleasant feeling. If anything, the decadence of my wife rubbing the two of us together like that had actually felt quite erotic, “naughty” as she most often expressed when she was particularly horny over some act or idea she had come up with. Which she called it now.

“Oh Zach, you have no idea how horny this makes me, how naughty I feel,” she sighed pleasurably, actually reaching down to finger her own pussy, letting me know as she did so just how excited and aroused she really was by the clear sounds of her slushy wet cunt as she stood there fingering herself, still rubbing the heads of our two dicks together. “Suck it for me,” she then asked, the look in her eyes clearly expressing the desire to see that.

One of the things we had done early on before çekmeköy escort ever really doing, or getting involved with anything, was to draw up a simple contract between us, which we’d done. The whole point in doing so, was to assure one another that our commitment towards fantasy night was just that, to try and fulfill whatever fantasies the two of us might have, and make some real concerted effort in going along with those. One of the provisions however which we included, was what we both called as the “three-strike” rule. Once either one of us had three-strikes, then the concept behind all this, would be over. For obvious reasons, we could in fact refuse to do something if we truly didn’t wish to. But the moment we did, then we would be given a strike. In the year’s time we’d been doing this, I had one. Sue didn’t have any. I stood there faced with the decision to take my second strike, which I now knew would no doubt bring either an abrupt halt to the evening altogether, or at the very least, cause it to be less than satisfying for her.

I had never sucked, or actually held for that matter, another man’s cock before. But I knew through previous sharing with my wife that it was in fact one of her fantasies to see and watch me do. Not at all any different from one of mine being in seeing her with another woman for the first time. Something she had now done on several occasions with Linda, and enjoyed it now immensely whenever the four of us go together. Coincidentally, I was watching her doing that on screen at that very moment as I stood there contemplating on taking my second strike now or not. Sue saw my hesitation and stood patiently waiting for me to decide. There was no additional pressure from her in coaxing me either. The decision was now mine. It was simple as that, I either did…or I didn’t.

I wasn’t about to take a second strike, especially when upon looking at it, she had done for me just about everything I’d ever imagined or desired to see, including a double penetration with Bill the last time we’d been together, something I had always wanted to do, though Sue had certainly enjoyed doing it, and looked forward to doing again soon too.

I then knelt and took this strange man’s cock into my mouth, sucking a prick for the very first time in my life. Sue’s deep-throated moan of excitement and pleasure soon brought me at ease, and I found the act not at all disgusting or un-enjoyable, hearing the masculine moan of pleasure coming through the other side of the wall as I did so. After a few more lingering minutes of this, he withdrew his cock. Sue nodded her head towards me, urging me to stick mine through the hole into the other side. Almost the moment I did, I felt not one pair of lips surrounding it, but two!

“Oh fuck!” I moaned pleasurably as Sue stepped over, pressing her soft breasts against my back, her finger worming its way inside my ass as I stood there, reveling in the delicious sensation of having my cock licked, sucked and fondled by two perfect strangers on the other side of the wall.

We took turns doing that, Sue eventually standing at the wall herself, watching first a man’s hand, and then a woman’s slip through, fondling and fingering my wife. It was about then that I noticed our hour’s time was about up, the buzzer in our room sounding, telling us we had five minutes to finish things up and return back to the desk. I was almost sorry to have to get dressed and go, though the look on my wife’s face suddenly informed me, the evening was far from over. Which was about the time I also realized, I still hadn’t seen who the two people were on the other side of the wall either.

When we emerged a few minutes later, I noticed that the room next to us was now likewise no longer in use either. As I followed Sue back through the store towards the counter where she retrieved our own personal DVD, I then saw who I knew had to be the other couple. They stood near the door obviously waiting for us. And I knew then there was something vaguely familiar about them as they stood there. And then it dawned on me. Several weeks back Sue and I had scrolled through some other members on the site we belonged to, at the urging of our friends Bill and Linda. I couldn’t recall their names at the moment, but I seemed to remember that they actually owned and ran a nice little resort not too far away from where we lived, just a couple of hours drive in fact. Sure enough, as Sue led me towards the door, we stood briefly as we now far more formally introduced ourselves.

“Jack? Doreen? This is my husband, Zach,” Sue said introducing me to the couple I now only really met. It was a little awkward, yet I couldn’t help but smile as I shook Jack’s hand, already having actually sucked his cock, and he mine, not to mention fingering Doreen’s incredibly wet pussy.

They were an attractive looking couple too. A bit older than I might have actually expected perhaps. Jack was at least fifty, just a hint of speckled gray showing in his otherwise full head of dark hair. He stood nearly six feet, an inch or two taller than I perhaps, though we appeared to have roughly the same build. Once again, I smiled inwardly, though my cock was perhaps a bit thicker than his, his was a few inches longer. It was funny knowing that about him even before knowing his name.

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Author’s Note: This story is a prequel to Business as Usual. It’s the same characters but takes place a few months before. I’ll eventually submit some artwork for it but I wanted to get the story posted soon as I had it finished. This is a 10k SEX ROMP with dialogue. It does have a plot but it’s entirely buried within the chatting that takes place. Somewhere…

Enjoy!

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There are fewer pleasures in life than being adored by a man who is both open-minded and enlightened. Case in point: My life is complex. The business I run involves intimate communication with many men on multiple levels of intimacy, including physical, of course. Elwin is not jealous of these encounters, not in the least, and he routinely joins in as his business often runs parallel to my own. Transactions, negotiations, connections and introductions are frequently conducted over sex.

Need to bring up the fee for a complex job? Offer to suck the client’s cock. Want him to pay for the gear necessary to kill his nemesis? Tease him with a bit of rimming while you compliment the size of his balls. Need a good reference for a new client? Suggest a threesome, one hundred year old cognac and the best aged cheddar this side of Rosny. It’s business as usual and the best kind.

I see you squirming in your seat, wondering exactly what kind of society does business transactions over sex and expensive liquor. What kind of morally depraved mad men are we? Well, we are just like you but we live more freely, more openly. Ours is not a society restricted by some archaic philosophy steeped in religion-bound ethics and driven by a fear of our sexuality. Ours is not a society wrapped up in a desperate need to control our fellows! We are powerful folks, among us elves capable of using magic to cure away the most determined STD from the lowliest prostitute. The result? A world as beautiful as it is free. With money and negotiation talents such as the kind Elwin and I are in possession of, anything can be had.

Dinner out with a client, you might say, takes on a whole new meaning when one lives as we do. Fine restaurants have private or mostly private rooms for certain business transactions that require more than pleasant conversation. Coercion comes in many forms. Sometimes, it involves sucking a cock, sometimes rimming an anus and sometimes allowing the client to mount you. Sometimes, it requires all of the above.

It is all in a day’s work. All a part of routine negotiation.

And before you jump to the assumption that we are prostitutes, whores, I insist that we are not. We use sex as a tool, certainly, one which allows us the upper hand in many negotiations but we don’t need it to make money. We do what we do for pleasure, for the thrill of feeling another set of hands on our bodies, a strange mouth upon our cocks, and the satisfaction of knowing we’ve won the battle.

As I write this, I look up at the clock staring at me from the mantle across the room. It is late afternoon, about four. Elwin walks in, his rain cloak thrown over his shoulder, the edge hooked by the tips of his fingers. He smiles at me and swoops in for a long, wet kiss. He is soaked. I stand, help him peel himself out of his suspenders and a thin, cotton shirt that clings to him like a blue-colored second skin. We toss the wet garments onto the tiled floor in front of the fireplace and he bends over, pulling off his boots and pants.

Soon, he stands before me naked, tall and beautiful, his long flaccid cock hanging between his thighs. I look up at him with eyes full of love and adoration. “How was it?” I ask him as he plucks at my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly in the fire’s golden glow. It, and a scattering of lamps and candles are the only sources of light. They create shadows that dance seductively across my lover’s incredibly handsome face and body.

“He was… difficult. You’ll be meeting him soon as I suggested he come here to finish the negotiations. He wants you to make the arrangements as well as…. something else. He wouldn’t elaborate but he was insistent that you were involved. He has asked me to conduct the overall operation. I told him that the two of us would cost him. He gave me a price. I countered. He disagreed and so I used my gift of seduction to attempt to sway him and… He said the only way he might be tempted would be if he could have you as well. Both of us. He’s shrewd, that one… And beautiful. He seems to know you from somewhere, though he wouldn’t discuss it.”

By now, my shirt has joined Elwin’s wet clothing on the floor and my pants are open to Elwin’s long fingers. He pushes them low, his thumbs brushing my stiffening member slightly. A moment later, my pants are bunched up about my ankles. I am not wearing shoes but rather, soft slippers that I step out of- and back into- once my pants reach the cold floor. Elwin’s toes did not seem to notice it but mine were practically phobic.

“What is his name?” I ask him as he tilts back my head, his open mouth sucking my lips, cevizli escort my nose, my chin, my cheeks and my neck.

“DasVivienne…? Belvin DasVivienne, I believe. He has a soft touch, nice fingers, lips like satin. Long, long platinum hair. I suspect it is natural as his brows are a darker shade of the same.” His lips are teasing my chest now, his hand coursing down my body to stroke my heavy, tattooed penis. Years earlier, I had had a green vine etched into it while it stood erect. The pain was exquisite and the beauty of it was even more so. Elwin enjoys watching it grow; as my cock hardens, the vine lengthens until every inch is visible to the last leaves on the head.

He gently pushes me over my desk and I raise my ass invitingly to him. I look over my shoulder as he drops to his knees behind me. “Hmm… DasVivienne? Unfamiliar but considering my client list, not surprising that I do not recall him. The long, pale hair, now… That is familiar. When is he due to arrive?”

He presses his face into the crack of my ass, his tongue reaching for my puckered hole. He tastes me slowly, teasing me with the tip of his pointed tongue while his hand pumps my cock. Elwin then pushes his finger into a jar of lubrication (we keep one in every room of our estate for anything that might come up) and then works it inside me, pushing first one then two fingers as deep as he can go, all the while lapping the space behind my balls and around my hole. The waves of pleasure rippling through me are intense and my knuckles pale as I grip the desk tightly.

He pauses in his oral ministrations to answer and says, “Soon. Two hours or so. I have instructed the chef to cook an elegant, intimate meal to be served in the Velvet Room. Turn around.”

I turn.

“What does he want done?” I ask as he takes the whole of my cock deep into his mouth for a long, wet pull. His tongue wiggles its way along the underside while his teeth gently score the sensitive skin. His fingers continue to probe my ass, stimulating the gland just behind my cock. I moan low and long as he works his particular magic.

“Oddly enough, he doesn’t want anyone killed. Or maimed. Or otherwise. What he wants is someone to follow him, watch his back, while he makes a deal with a client he fears is going to double cross him. If they do, he wants to be protected, evidence collected and my ties to the Chancellor’s office used to punish the double crosser,” Elwin explains in between biting and sucking the head of my full erection.

“Is his job, ah, legal?” I ask with a grin. I am holding back my orgasm, waiting for the right moment. But Elwin surprises me as he stands, turns around and backs up against me, presenting his ass. I take some of our herbal-scented lubricant and liberally coat my cock as his intent becomes clear. Grinning, I slide into him, wincing slightly at the glorious tightness of his hole. We’ve had sex many times by now and he has learned the fine art of controlling muscles that are normally used to push things out, not allow things in. I gasp and enfold him into my arms, my hand reaching for his erection. I grip it and begin to pump him. Our conversation pauses as we both cry out at the same time, our shared passion erupting at the same time. His hot juices flow across my hand, splatter against his chest and drip down our thighs. He turns in my arms and smiles at me, his fingers in my magenta hair.

“Barely legal,” he says, panting. “It’s trading gems… Rare gems. Not black market fakes, either. These would normally be auctioned off and placed in museums. He thinks his client is going to take his coin and run rather than give up the goods.”

I touch his face softly with my fingertips, run them along his jaw and across his mouth. He takes them in, sucks on each finger and nips playfully at them. We giggle. “How does he know the gems exist?” I ask as Elwin resumes sucking my neck. Intercourse is never the end for us when we make love. Often, it is just the beginning.

His arms encircling my naked body, he breathes into my hair, “He held them when they negotiated a price. He is an expert in gems of this quality, or so he says, and normally he would hesitate to deal with the fellow but,” he pauses to probe my mouth with his tongue. “But the temptation, the lure of the stones was too much for him. He doesn’t trust the client and wants to ensure that he gets what he agreed to.”

“I cannot say that I blame him,” I murmur against Elwin’s soft lips.

Grinning broadly, he smacks my hip with the flat of his hand and says, “We’ve wasted almost an hour discussing the job, lovey. We need to dress and put on our best faces for the new client. I wonder how he knows you…?” Elwin asks with a raised eyebrow.

I go into the bathroom where towels hang from their rack on the wall near a small, ornate bathtub. We need to shower away our pleasures but not here. This bathroom is small, the tub hardly built large enough for one, let alone us both. I piss erenköy escort into the toilet first, flush it with a pull of the tasseled cord and walk out, our towels over my arm. We use them to clean ourselves up before adding them our clothes on the floor.

There are employees who will handle the mess. Naked, we stroll out into the hall where one of our house help stops dusting a tall, alabaster statue of a naked elf and watches us with large, round eyes. She is new, unaccustomed to our eccentricities. Elwin pauses to take her hand in his. “There’s a good tip in it for you if you can clean up the office and send our clothes to the laundry, my dear.” Blushing, she bobs her head and rushes off to perform her task. A “good tip” in our jargon is often better than a week’s pay, and our rate is among the best.

Elwin and I go into our master’s suite where we shower together, almost starting a new bout of love-play as soaping one another becomes powerfully erotic for us both. Erect cocks bobbing as water slides off of them, we fight the desire to make love, knowing our guest will arrive soon. Still, he takes me in his hand and squeezes tightly. “I love you,” he murmurs against my ear.

I kiss him.

Some moments later, we are dressed elegantly and comfortably in button-down silk shirts, silky slacks with drawstring waists and soft, leather shoes lined with fleece. My attire is in green and purple with black accents. Elwin is in blue and black with gold trim. The clothing is easy to remove and agreeable with any position we might find ourselves in. Our genitals are visible against the silky fabric.

We walk down the hall once again to the Velvet Room. Our entertaining rooms are labeled based on their appearance so that our servants know where to escort our guests for our various functions. The Velvet Room is elegant, small, with velvet upholstered furniture and pillows in warm, seductive hues of deep red, purple, black and blue with gold trim in places. The floor at the center is sunken with large, plush pillows about the sides and soft blankets lining the bottom. There are couches and lounges as well but the intent is to draw the client into the cushioned center.

This is where Elwin and I go, glasses of amber cognac in our hands, to wait.

As we recline against one another, Elwin takes my hand. “Tell me… Do you ever think about getting married?”

Marriage! Is he mad? I turn, blinking up at him in surprise. “What in the world do you mean?”

Chuckling, he pulls me tight against him. “I mean just that. Have you ever considered it?”

“Committing myself, legally, to one man, considering my line of work, would be crazy,” I reply softly. There is an unexpected edge to my voice. It wasn’t that I did not want to but I thought that nobody would ever be able to handle me as I am, being too emotional and commitment-frightened. I did not explain this to Elwin. I didn’t think I had to.

“What if that man were involved in the same work as you? Would such a merger not make sense?” I raise my eyebrows. Where is he going with this?

“Why get married? What would be the point of marriage? It just fucks everything up. Symbolic bullshit is what it is, best left to fairy tales and the dreams of little girls,” I spit out. My words are harsh but he just sits there, smiling thoughtfully. Only he knows where he is going with his questions.

“Marriage comes with a great many state-granted rights and privileges that cohabitation does not grant. Even in our enlightened country, should the laws change and bigotry ever gain a foothold, people like you and I could be protected from laws intended to tear us apart, long-lived as we are, if we were married.” He takes my hand, holds it tightly.

“Veranon, I think we should get married, you and I.”

That stunned me to speechlessness. “Y-you have reached an unprecedented level of madness, Elwin Lanier!” I stammer at him before pulling away. I am unusually commitment phobic and by managing to convince me to buy an estate together, merge our businesses and dig himself into my life with some semblance of permanence, he had gone much, much further than I had allowed anyone.

Now I am practically shivering with terror.

He only continues to sit with that calm smile on his face. “What do I have to do to convince you to marry me?” he asks with that same smile.

I blink at him, unsure if he is teasing me or if he is sincere. His expression is tender, gentle, earnest… I bite my lip, fidget beside him and look at the door hopefully. “You cannot seriously want to engage in this kind of nonsense talk now of all times? When we have a new client moments away from knocking on that door?” I ask him in a pleading voice.

He spreads his hands wide, smiling that same patient smile. “Why not?” he asks.

Why not? Why not?! “Because now I’m distracted at a time when I will need my wits about me!” He looks at me longingly, begging me with his dark, green eyes. They remind esenyurt escort me of a tranquil forest and are so full of love, I feel myself melting, rolling over, giving in… I sigh. He has won this battle but the war is far from over. “There is a lot you will have to do, Elwin, before I will even consider taking your hand in marriage.”

His smile acknowledges the challenge and seems triumphant. He is about to speak when we hear a soft knock on the door. “Yes?” I call out into the candlelit room.

Our doorman, Vincent, opens the door. Beside him is a tall elf with long, whitish-blond hair and severe features. He is tall for an elf, for any man, and he stands with his pale fingers clasped before him, colorless eyes narrow. “Master Belvin DasVivienne, Master Krae,” Vincent says in a deep, rich baritone. DasVivienne nods and smiles my way.

I rise from the cushions and approach him. He is familiar! I know this man! “Vendalis! Vendalis Vensine! What are you doing here? Away from the clans and-and with that ridiculous pseudonym?”

He takes my hands in his and kisses my cheek with an affection reserved for old friends… Or lovers. “I am happy to see you as well, Veranon Krae,” he says with a chuckle. “I see you’re doing well. How is your benefactor?”

“Dead,” I say. The facts surrounding Ambrose’s demise are elusive but I have continued to dig and I have my suspicions. I keep them to myself. “What are you doing away from the clans?” I repeat softly, my hands held tightly in his.

He looks past me to Elwin with a corner of his mouth raised. “Prospering, just like you.”

“What do you want with me, specifically?” I demand, eyes wide as I strain against his hands.

I try to pull away but he holds on to me and pushes his face against my throat, his mouth and tongue inching along my skin, sending shivers streaking down my spine. He appears to ignore my question and focuses on sucking my neck. “Mmm…When do I get to take Thalizar’s delicious younger sibling?” he murmurs against my jaw. His voice and touch are maddeningly seductive and I am erect without realizing it.

Elwin extracts me from the embrace, a rescue I both enjoy and resent. “Soon,” he says. “We would like to begin negotiations before dinner gets under way. It’s easier this way so that we don’t lose our train of thought.”

My lover steers us both to the cushions at the center of the room and he holds my hand in a gentlemanly fashion as he asks our guest, “So… You were raised with Veranon? You know his brother?” Vendalis nods as Elwin pours us both a glass of expensive, and very rare, raspberry cognac.

“We were not exactly friends but Thalizar and I were intimate off and on, though hardly lovers. The attraction was completely sexual. The Krae brothers have the most exquisite cocks…!” Vendalis winks at me over his glass as I stare at him with unblinking eyes. He’d never touched me before… What did he know…?

“How intimate with Veranon’s body are you, exactly?” Elwin asks, echoing my very thoughts.

The pale haired elf leans back against the cushions, a dreamy smile on his long, narrow face. “Thalizar used to let me watch him take you when you were younger. He wouldn’t allow me to touch you, no, but watch, oh yes! It was delicious watching brother fuck brother.”

Elwin appraises me with eyebrows raised as I gawk at the pale-haired elf beside us. I feel betrayed, my privacy invaded. I am not a shy man and even I have my voyeuristic tendencies but this revelation, that Thalizar would allow this lover if his to watch us is disconcerting. I decide to discuss it with him when, or if, we should meet again. To say that I am upset is an understatement.

Elwin, however familiar with me as he is, only adds fuel to the fires of my discomfort as he grins, “You should see it now! He has the most stunning tattoo of a vine along the shaft.” I shoot him a look that, had he been made of glass, would have shattered him. I am ignored.

Vendalis looks at me with starved eyes. “Indeed? You, of all people, tattooed your cock? Don’t you abhor pain?”

“Yes, or I used to… Now, I have managed to find pleasure in small amounts of pain, particularly during sex. The tattoo was part of a bargain I paid for information. I became a man’s canvas in exchange for helping me complete a job. I don’t remember much of the process as I was out on my ass for most of it. I hurt like you wouldn’t believe afterwards, however.” Alright, I am feeling pretty proud of myself as Elwin refills my glass and I down the warm cognac. He fills it again and my cheeks grow warm. I smile, finally relaxing in Vendalis’ presence.

He pulls me against him, pressing his lips into mine. I bite his lower lip and he yelps, pulling away. I tsk as he wipes it on his hand, checking for blood. “Now who is the pain-shy one?” I ask in a smug voice. Of course, there is no bleeding and his face grows pink under my smiling gaze.

Just as he grabs my cock through my clothes, a soft knock at the door heralds the arrival of the first course of our meal. A low tray on wheels is pushed in by Eloise, a pretty dark-skinned girl whose eager adaptation to our parties and lack of modesty has made her quite useful. She smiles, bows and leaves but not before appraising our guest with her clear, blue eyes.

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Chapter 16

I fully admit that I was gung ho to meet another couple, I couldn’t wait to have sex with another woman, and while Molly was amused at my enthusiasm, for she remembered her excitement the first few times she met other men, she tried to get me to be a bit cautious as well, explaining that we needed to take our time.

In the forums on SLS, I read that there were a few clubs in our area where you could meet people who were interested in recreational sex , some even had rooms where you could go in and screw. Molly and I talked about visiting one, just to see if it was something we’d be interested in, the couple of times we almost went we changed our minds at the last minute, nervousness set in.

We’d been communicating with other couples on SLS, and the weekend before Thanksgiving we made a date to meet another couple in a pub, at 8:30 on that Friday night we were in our seats. We waited. And waited. And as ten o’clock rolled around, we decided we’d been stood up. The next morning we got an email from the couple, they said she’d been suddenly taken ill, could they get a rain check? We gave them the boon, made a date for the first Friday in December, again they were no shows. This time the excuse was their car had broke down. Molly made the decision that the next time their house would be burglarized or something, we dropped them from our dance card.

The next week we were meeting another couple we’d bumped into on SLS. It was a typical bar situation, we were expecting a pleasant conversation, but on a weekday night we didn’t expect it to lead anywhere except, perhaps, another more serious date.

We showed up on time, they walked in just moments later, and I felt an attraction that just can’t be defined. Amy had short, straight honey-colored hair, high cheekbones, a wonderful smile that displayed large, perfect teeth. Like most women her age, our age, mid-fifties, she’d lost the hour glass figure of a teenager, but her tight blouse indicated full breasts, her legs were slim, strong. I wanted her immediately, heartily.

She led the conversation with us in a deep-pitched voice, we found they went to Jimmy Buffet everytime he came to town, that they’d been in the lifestyle about the same amount of time we’d been, they’d started in foursomes, had only been in one threesome. Unfortunately, I knew almost immediately that Molly and Luke didn’t have the same chemistry. He wore a goatee, facial hair was not Molly’s strong suit, he was shorter than she, perhaps he wanted a woman with more substantial breasts. Within half an hour I was sure that Molly would reject him. I was disappointed but realized my wife and I are in this together, if she’s not happy, I won’t be. And vice versa, of course. When we parted, politely but aware that nothing more would occur, Molly and Luke shook hands, Amy gave me a hug, pressing her body to mine, a kiss on the cheek for good luck. If over the next weeks I used Amy as a template when Molly and I made love, my wife didn’t seem to mind.

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A mid-week night in December, we met a couple at a bar. In their profile Bobbie and Nick proclaimed that they didn’t play on the first date, so we all knew nothing would happen that night. As we sat in the booth, I gazed at the beauty of Bobbie, her elongated face, her smiling hazel eyes enflamed in cat-eye glasses, the sharp little chin, full cheeks, carnation colored lips. The bodice of her Christmas red dress was filled amply, as we talked she played with the faux zipper of the cleavage. She was shorter than Molly by at least five inches, and if her legs were a bit sturdier I had no objection.

I could tell that Nick was to Molly’s liking as well, brown hair with just a touch of silver at the temples, and if he was shorter than she I knew she’d gotten over that hang up. “All men are the same size when they’re horizontal,” she’d once told me.

After a half hour of preliminaries, we got down to the business at hand. “We’ve been in the Lifestyle five years now, we’ve only had seven partners,” Bobbie confided, “we’ve been told we’re too picky, we don’t care.”

“We got out of a relationship four months ago,” Nick added, “it lasted more than a year. At first they were great, but then they wanted to be exclusive, when they found out we went on a date with another couple they went nuts, told us it was them alone or we’d have to break up. So since then, we’ve been looking around. After all, this is about variety, isn’t it?” Molly and I agreed.

“Have you tried the clubs?” Molly asked.

“A couple of times, a couple of years back,” Nick told us. “We found out that if you don’t go with another couple or group, there’s a good chance nothing will happen. Both times we went beylikdüzü escort into a room and played alone. Not that it was bad!” he laughed.

Bobby added, “It was fun, I got to dress up, but it wasn’t our scene. Maybe we should give it another try, I don’t know.”

A bathroom break, the table shifted, Molly sitting beside Nick in full-flirt, Bobbie on my side, when I put a hand on hers she gently captured my fingers, a most intimate gesture. “Do you guys play tennis?” she queried.

“We have, don’t do a lot of it.”

“We should play mixed doubles sometime,” she suggested. An invitation to nets, racquets and yellow balls? Or an entendre?

We stayed for an hour and a half, when we broke the tone was noncommittal, and yet I felt interest was considerable. Molly and I chatted about it on the way home. “Are you going to put your tongue back in your mouth?” she joked, “you’ve been drooling all night!”

“Was I more obvious than you were? I saw your hand go under the table. Does he have a big one?”

“Didn’t get up quite that far, but I’d like to.”

The next evening we got an email from Nick and Bobbie, they were very interested in getting together as well, and not at a tennis club. The game was on, but because of the coming Holidays our schedules didn’t mesh until January.

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We had Mark over the week between Christmas and New Years. Molly had kept up her relationship with him, a couple times a month they would go to dinner, most of the time it would end up with sex, but not always. And I would join them occasionally for a meal or a dinner, a threesome every other month or so, once we even went out with Dee and Mark, that time nothing, other than a good time, was had. That night, after the dinner was consumed, Molly left us to clear the dishes and set them in the dishwasher, then she joined us in a Santa Claus getup, red satin chemise with black belt trimmed in white felt, red and white stockings, a hat that Santa would wear. She had a peppermint pole for each of us. We played around in the den, she made sure that each of us made her come using the candy canes, then for the first time Mark encouraged me to take Molly first, it was he that had sloppy seconds.

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Right after the New Year, Molly came to me. “I got a call from Bobbie.”

“They’re still on, aren’t they?”

“Oh, yes! She can’t wait to get her paws on you, don’t worry. But they picked up on our questions about going to a club, want to know if we’d like to meet them at Taboo.” From my searches on the Internet I knew about it, a private swingers club forty minutes from our house.

“I thought you weren’t interested.”

“A little chicken, that’s all. What if somebody we know is there? But Bobbie told me that didn’t happen to them, even if it did wouldn’t they there for the same reason we are? And if we’re with Nick and Bobbie, well, it just seems easier I guess.” I agreed we should give it a try, since I’d see Bobbie there it was a very easy decision for me.

The evening of our assignation, we met Nick and Bobbie at the club around 9:30. My wife had found a champagne dress, spaghetti straps and silky, very short hemline, since it was backless it was obvious there was no bra holding the globes, more than a third of which were exposed for Nick’s glare. Bobbie had chosen a mid-length black skirt with a completely transparent white blouse, underneath of which was a white and black push-up bra. “I can’t wait,” she told me as she briefly kissed me, “you are so sexy!” We signed in, paid our membership and party fee, then took a tour. It had two levels, the top one quite lively, a loud DJ playing music no one within twenty years of us would enjoy, a full bar, although you had to bring your own booze, Molly and I had a bottle of vodka. The level was about one third full, some of the women were scantily clad and beautiful, others not. We traveled down to the lower level which was much quieter. We found the hot tub, two couples were in it, I was startled to find that one of the women had a partner’s penis in her mouth. Nick was amused, “If you think that’s something, wait until later on the upper level.” The private rooms had subdued lighting, all had a queen sized mattress, some had a couch, each one was equipped with a private bathroom and shower. We sat quietly in a lounge for a half hour, Molly beside me, Bobbie next to her husband, sipped drinks, caught up. Bobbie kept giving me the look, and I returned it. I found she was as sexy as the first evening we’d met, even more so as her attributes were better displayed. How long would it be, I wondered, until someone suggested we head for a room?

Instead, Bobbie said to Molly, “You want to go dancing?”

“Sure.” Nick seemed not unhappy with the turn of events, I was a little frustrated, and yet had little choice but to head upstairs with the group.

Bobbie walked beside me on the wide stairs, muttered in beyoğlu escort my ear, “Don’t look so downcast. You won’t be sad, I promise.”

In the time we’d spent downstairs, the aura of the floor had metamorphosed. Another fifty people had joined the party, the DJ was playing music a little less funky, and spinning a couple of fast oldies into the mix. The four of us began weaving on the floor, first Molly would face me, then I’d turn to Bobbie. The object of my passion, at least for that night, came closer, closer, we were touching, she put a hand around my waist, I bumped her hip with mine, her belly touched my hand. And then we broke, Bobbie began dancing with another couple, the woman was a bit younger and was topless, she grabbed Bobbie, they swayed face to face, the stranger put her lips to Bobbie’s, touched one of the breasts I was longing for. I wasn’t shocked, they were hardly the only women on the floor engaged in such bustle, but I was interested in the phenomenon. After a few moments of closeness they broke, the woman turned back to her man, Bobbie returned to our small group. Again she approached me, we became bolder, for the first time we kissed, I tasted vanilla aside another strange spice, she flowed into my arms, we pressed into each other. We detached once more, I noticed Molly and Nick were kissing. And suddenly, Bobbie careened towards my wife, Molly encouraged Bobbie by stroking her hair, and when Bobbie raised her face, my wife bent hers, their lips met, mouths opened. At this, I was truly confounded, for I had never believed Molly had such tendencies. The kiss lasted, Nick and I danced around them, Bobbie let a hand approach my wife’s teat, no complaint was given when a nipple was pinched.

And then the song changed to a very slow rhythm, Bobbie flowed into my arms, we glided, our lips met, I placed my hand on the small of her back, and then it slid further down, feeling the protuberance of her rear. Bobbie’s hand found her way between our bodies, her palm investigated the density of my manhood, apparently found it to her liking. “We should head for a room, don’t you think?”

“I’d love it.”

“Should we invite those two?”

“I guess we have to, don’t we?” Bobbie giggled.

The plan was set, Nick and I would refresh the drinks, the two girls would find a place on the lower level. Five minutes later we searched the hallway until we found a room occupied by our wives, and not just holding them, but they were horizontal on the bed together. Although still dressed, their legs were as entangled as their lips were, and along with Nick, I watched as Bobbie tugged Molly’s garment, exposed the left breast, kissed the nipple. My wife was making love with another woman! Molly didn’t return the favor, didn’t touch any erogenous zone of the woman who was playing with her, but neither did she protest. In fact, I could tell from the way she kept her eyelids closed she was enjoying the sensation. Nick travelled to the side of the bed nearest Molly, sat beside her, placed a hand on her hip. Following his lead, I descended towards Bobbie, and when we were all on the bed, Bobbie turned away from Molly, with a hand led me beside her, we kissed softly. I could taste the spice of Bobbie, but also the familiar scent of my own woman, the combination enflamed me.

There was little subtlety to our foreplay, the immediate object was to rid ourselves of the clothes that constricted us, and we helped each other until I was holding a naked and very willing woman next to me. Her breasts were larger than I’d imagined, when I worshiped the nipples she responded with an appreciative moan. Her hand grasped my manhood, fondled it with affection, my palm traversed her flesh, neck and shoulders and collar and back and waist and belly and then, yes, breasts and with encouragement from my accomplice, between her legs. The area was dank, and when I placed a finger inside, pushed up, Bobbie ground on my digit happily.

The other couple, within easy touching distance on the bed, were making similar progress, Molly was twisted on top of her new lover, her mouth surrounding his tool, his tongue probing inside her labia.

I descended, my mouth was placed at Bobbies chasm, I tasted her for the first time, like her mouth there was a kick of spice, perhaps endive, I licked, she responded by pushing my head further towards her sensorial layer. And, in due time, I pushed the folds of her skin to the side and revealed the small mandible, pink and smooth, and I first grazed it with my tongue and tooth, then placed my lips around it and sucked while using my tongue to massage it. She went nuts! It was a struggle to keep the little clit at my mouth, her legs twitched, her hips rose and fell, her avid screams indicated her gusto. I kept going at it, perhaps ten or twelve minutes without stopping, my neck was getting sore, my mouth muscles ached, and still Bobbie encouraged me to continue. During a short break while I stretched my tendons, I noticed bizimkent escort we were behind, Molly was helping Nick put a rubber on.

Finally, at long last, Bobbie seemed to either tire of the irritation, or perhaps felt I deserved some aggravation of my own. She pulled me up, tugged me until my knees were on either side of her ribs, she pressed on my ass until the point of my penis split her lips. She sucked well, her mouth was moist, my rod glided in and out of her mouth, and I waited until I felt that old familiar response begin and then I withdrew. I laid beside her, we discussed our immediate future.

“You’re ready?” I asked.

“Oh, very. Can’t wait. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“This is my favorite part of taking a new lover. And I’d like it very much if you’d get on top of me, and be very slow.”

“I like that idea!”

I reached to the pocket of my pants for a Trojan, Bobbie stopped me. “Use one of these, please. I like them better.” It was a blue packet, the brand was ‘Crown,’ and when I touched the latex I was surprised to find it much thinner than the variety Molly and I had been using. When I rolled it on, I knew it was going to be a better time, and in the interim Bobbie had placed a couple of pillows under her ass, laid back and spread her legs. For a moment I kissed her nipples again, stroked the inside of her thighs, admired the thin strip of hair leading to the sacred place, then I targeted the opening with my rifle, and pulsed inside.

The sensation, after the thick latex I’d been using, was smooth, warm, pinching was minimal. I began to thrust to the cadence of a very slow metronome, one . . . two . . . three . . . and then I pulled out. Bobbie’s eyes went wide, but when I pushed into her cave again, she understood my intention, helped me keep the beat. We went on and on, not only pushing our gonads together, but also using our hands and tongues to inflame ourselves. The coupling of the other pair stimulated us, I sensed by Molly’s noises that Nick was taking very good care of her, I watched them as she rode her partner.

Bobbie and I could have gone on for a very long time with this position and timing, and then I understood she was close again, I speeded and thrust more deeply, her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed tightly, she shrieked with fury. We shifted, now I was behind her, my feet on the floor, her rear in the air, and again I implanted my wand. Molly was on her back, her side just inches from Bobbie’s head. Bobbie took the opportunity to fondle Molly’s teats, even let her hand travel to Molly’s clit, circling it with a finger while Nick pounded into my wife as hard as I was giving it to his wife.

The erotic tableau was amazing, and suddenly Molly roared into orgasm, and this spurred Nick into one of his own, filling the condom that filled my wife. I got close, very close, but something, some little irritation in my brain, insisted my delight be suspended. Bobbie and I kept going, she was satisfied now, but willing to be a receptacle for my seed, and she seemed to understand my difficulty. She pulled away from me, turned quickly and sat on the side of the bed, tore the condom off my penis and swallowed it. She played with my testicles, my nipple, it was clear she was offering her mouth as a place for my release.

Molly and Nick were done, and my wife rose, stood to my back, and with breasts and belly and hands heated me. With both women working diligently for my gluttony, it wasn’t long before I felt the tenseness in my loins begin, and then I was spilling into Bobbie’s waiting and tractable mouth. Oh, it was lovely, this discharge, and Bobbie and Molly stayed with me until they’d extracted every drop.

The four of us crumpled onto the bed, who knows what body part was fondled by whom, except that Nick and I never made contact. I’d kiss Molly, then we’d shift, and I’d cuddle with Bobbie. We talked, we complimented, Bobbie explained to Nick, “Dear, he’s the best pussy-eater I’ve ever been with!” to which Molly replied, “And Nick, how did you know exactly where my g-spot is?” We were all satiated, and if we were thinking that, perhaps, in an hour or two we might have more fun, we also realized from the sounds in the hall that others wished to use our play pen.

“How about a soak in the hot tub?” Nick suggested.

After a pause for the toilet, a shower to cleanse the remnant of our discharges, without clothing ourselves we promenaded to the pool room. There were five other couples soaking, cuddling, exciting each other, we slipped into the warm water, soaked. The women, according to some timepiece I wasn’t aware of, would move from one of us to another, sometimes Molly would be sitting on my lap, at other times I’d be stroking Bobbie’s wonderful breasts or placing a finger between her legs. Eventually, of course, the heat of the water grew ovenlike, we moved to the adjacent shower room and whisked the chlorine off – Bobbie washed my back, I swiped her front. And then we clothed ourselves.

We got another drink, sat in the quiet of the lounge, Bobbie began to yawn. “It’s past her bedtime,” Nick explained, Bobbie laughed, then agreed that perhaps they’d be running along. Kisses between the women and men, and a deep one between the two girls, agreements that a fun time had been had by all, when could we do it again?

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***** To those of you that have asked that I write a companionship story to, “En Dag Tilbage,” I did. However, to those of you that have no yet read, “En Dag Tilbage.” Then I request that you do since it will explain some things that aren’t explained in this story. I suppose it was my fault to begin with that I left some readers hanging, wondering why some things were left unanswered…so this story is to finish all of the unanswered questions.

However, I do have one person to thank: “Cat”. Had it not been for her inspiration and motivation, I might not have ever gotten around to finally writing this story. It is in that sense that I dedicate this entire story to her, for it was her love of the characters that drove me to reflect back on the simple love that a brother and sister shared and enabled me to write with such passion and vigor that I was once again astounded by what I’d written. My absolute thanks also goes to her for suggesting the ending, to which I was very excited to write!

Before anyone proceeds any further, know that this is a long story. It’s not intended for a quick read as some other stories on the website are…so if you expect to have an orgasm within the next few lines, forget it, this story is supposed to be long and drawn out. Oh, and one more thing before you start, please do NOT comment to me saying that the sister should’ve become pregnant at the end by her brother. I won’t get in to the reasons why, so just don’t…please. And as always, I like feedback, good or bad and if you’d like to discuss this story further or have any questions, leave your e-mail and I will e-mail you back…maybe not always guaranteed, but I do make every effort I can to respond to my fans, but understand that sometimes I am very busy and you may have to wait a little while to receive a response. Thank you, and enjoy the story!

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Et Sidste Kys-Part 1

(The Last Kiss)

If you had one day left, what would you do? If you were anything like me, you’d do everything…including your sister. I’m Ben, and having several fights with brain cancer, I never really had what you could call a ‘normal’ life. I found out I had cancer one day when I was seven years old. I don’t remember much about how or what happened directly before and after diagnosis, only that my mother cried after the doctor left. I didn’t understand why she cried and didn’t understand the entire prognosis at all. The doctor and nurses tried to explain it so a child could understand and told me that I was basically going to become very sick, which was true. I spent my first night in the hospital with my father and told him that I wanted to go home so I could be with my sister, Jessica, who’d been my best friend since I was about three years old. But my father said that we couldn’t leave yet and that I would have to stay and every time I asked him why, he gave told me the same thing the doctors had told me, that I was sick and had to get better.

I never wanted the disease and I had a hard time understanding why I was seemingly the only one who’d gotten the cancer and not my sister, or my mother, or father. I asked the doctors and nurses why I’d gotten it, but they couldn’t give me any validating response and I stopped asking soon afterwards, knowing that it would’ve been a waste of time.

By the time I was eight, the cancer had gotten stronger and I had to be carried back and forth between the chemotherapy room by a strong older woman named Estella. She became like a second mother to me when my own mother had to go back home to look after my sister. Estella taught me how to read and how to do basic math and at first, I admit, I hated it, but soon it would be the only thing I would have the stomach to do when the chemotherapy started and made me sicker than I’d ever been before.

It was nearly five more years of chemotherapy treatments on and off every few months or so, but during that time, I actually felt okay and got to go back home and see Jessica and grab a stuffed animal from my room. The chemotherapy always seemed to make me sick and as soon as I understood what was happening, I would scream and cry every time I had to get another chemotherapy treatment. But chemotherapy always seemed to help me and one time, I got to celebrate Jessica’s ninth birthday at home for a couple of hours and that was the first time I’d found that Jessica had changed. I’d been away so long that she looked at me like I was a completely different person. I was no longer a brother to her, but more like a distant relative. I still liked her of course and after unwrapping her presents, I gave her something that I’d found while venturing around the hospital, a stuffed tiger. She took it nervously and then embraced it tightly, telling me that she would never let it go and she would love it forever.

One more year of being tested and re-tested and I was finally released from the hospital and able to go home. But home wasn’t home for me anymore. etiler escort I’d grown accustomed to the hospital and seeing sick and dying people and the shouts of grieving loved ones that the silence of home was almost frightening. I missed my own hospital room and the big window that overlooked the hospital’s courtyard and the sunlight that slanted through my window first thing in the morning. Even my own sister, Jessica, seemed to be a stranger to me by then. We were strangers to each other. I frequently closed the door to my bedroom and sobbed and cried, knowing that had it not been for the stupid cancer that we would’ve been closer, but when I’d finished crying, I always thought of what Estella had once told me. I remember that it had been just before a chemotherapy treatment, one of many, that she’d told me that god had chosen me to suffer and that it was my job to feel the pain and sickness, but that by going through all of that, I would be stronger than everyone else…in ways I could never imagine. Of course, hearing her say that made me think of Superman or Spiderman since all I read by that time was comic books that my father had brought me, but the statement had stayed with me through the years and I knew it was my place to fight and grow stronger, so that I could laugh in the face of the doctor that had given me two months to live when I was seven years old.

I started school just as soon as my hair grew back and to be honest, I was unaccustomed to having what I considered long hair. Before, when I’d lost all my hair due to chemotherapy treatments, I never had to scrub and wash my hair and besides, Estella usually handled my head washing. The first time I took a shower, I poured out a handful (too much, of course) of shampoo and began to massage it in to my hair, unknowing to hold my head back to prevent the shampoo from running in to my eyes and didn’t know before until a strong burning sensation entered my eyes. I nearly slipped and hit my head on the side of the bathtub I was standing in when my father came, brought by my screams of pain and held my face under the showerhead and washed out all the shampoo from my eyes. From that point on, someone was always outside the bathroom. It was embarrassing having them sit outside the bathroom door, waiting for me to call for them in case of emergency, but slightly comforting, bringing me back to the days in the hospital.

When I realized that everyone in school was avoiding me because I’d had cancer, I grew even lonelier. Jessica would act like she didn’t know me sometimes and I had to work hard to corner her in the hallways to ask her if she’d gotten a boyfriend yet. The answer was always no, but I knew she’d been talking to boys and sometimes I watched and stayed silent, wishing she’d just want to talk to me instead of me having to initiate the conversations that never led anywhere.

With the passage of time wounds are healed and life changes. I started eleventh grade and Jessica started her last year of high school. Things had changed between us after the incident with her boyfriend, Dan. I never really received the real story when I’d asked her why he’d called her a crazy bitch in front of everyone in the cafeteria, but I had some idea that it had been about me. Everyone knew I’d had cancer and some even mocked me for it. I didn’t care because I knew I was stronger than them and ignored them, but Dan seemed to have gone beyond means, he’d insulted me and my sister had actually stuck up for me and then he dumped her. Dan was an idiotic moronic football player, but the damage had been done. I’d ruined Jessica’s reputation and it was my entire fault. But, from that point on, she seemed to shun her friends more than before since she had very few, just like me, and she finally began to accept that she was my sister and I was her brother.

Everything was going fine until I went to school one day in April and instead of falling asleep in class, I’d fainted and woken up in the hospital. The doctors informed my parents and they came to hear the news I’d heard before. They spoke quietly, like I was a little child again and made it seem that I didn’t know anything, but they told me that I could do whatever I wanted and that they wouldn’t stop me from making the decision. One doctor wanted to attempt to operate on me. One wanted to give me more chemotherapy treatments and one even wanted me to become a vegetable the rest of my life. I was disgusted by everything the doctors wanted me to do and told them I wasn’t going to do anything, somehow hoping that the cancer would go away by itself…wishful thinking, I know. The doctors seemed disappointed by my decision and my parents seemed sad, but no one argued with me. I went back home, withdrew from school and stayed home, eating junk food when I could and watching television. Jessica stayed in school since she wasn’t doing as bad as I had, I was failing five of my classes and never completed the homework eve gelen escort because I didn’t care whether or not I did any of it.

With my refusal to restart treatment for my cancer, the sickness came and sometimes I was so sick I could barely move and on a few occasions, I was unable to even drink water. I slept most of the time through the pain, waiting for the next time I would feel good enough to move around. My parents visited the hospital and were given some special pills to keep my sickness to a minimum and enable me to eat more regularly as well as feel good enough to move around.

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“Can I come in?” I asked, smiling and sticking my head inside Jessica’s bedroom door. I had realized that prom was going to be happening in about a week and I didn’t know if the prom would be on one of my sick days or not. I wanted to make sure I would at least get to dance with someone and my sister was the only option left after I was turned down by one of my sister’s friends, Kaliegh.

“Sure,” She mumbled and flipped a page in one of her textbooks. I had looked through her backpack when she left it home one day when she went to school and felt the need to learn and suddenly wished that I hadn’t left school because home was as boring as life could get. My parents tried to stay home with me and give me company, but they also needed to work to pay off my hospital bills that totaled somewhere in the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

“Well, I was thinking…” I looked down at her purple and pink bedspread and sat down roughly, shaking the bed and dislodging an old friend that I recognized. The stuffed tiger was still on her bed and I gathered that she must’ve slept with it every night. I picked it up and smiled, remembering a simpler time when we were still connected in some way in the most innocent way possible, still being young. “I remember when I gave you this for your ninth birthday…I found it in one of the hospital rooms…someone had left it behind when they left…you told me that you would never let it go and would love it forever.” I suddenly got an idea and began to move it’s small legs, making it do a happy little ridiculous dance. My antics brought a smile to her face. “You still have him.” I said and continued to make it move in a dance reminiscent of the disco-era.

“Yeah,” She said. I looked up and found that the smile had faded. I never could make her smile for more than a few seconds. “Please put Mr. Stickles down.”

“Mr. Stickles?” I wondered in my mind why she would give him such an odd name but didn’t tease her about it, considering that I wanted to be on her good side before I requested something that I hoped she would say yes to.

“Yes, Mr. Stickles.” Jessica suddenly rose from her chair and snatched the little stuffed Tiger from my hands and laid him down near the other side of her bed, on her pillow.

“All right, all right…sorry.” I said, not wanting to anger her too much. I was so nervous around her and she never seemed to prefer my company since we were so uneasy around each other. I understood that uneasiness around a person you hadn’t seen for some time was evident and could sound angry or even distasteful when they spoke. But nonetheless, I had to bring up the subject of prom to hope for an opening in the conversation to phrase my request just right. “Anyway, I was…wondering…who are you going to the prom with?”

“No one…now that I broke up with Dan.” She was still mad about Dan. I regretted being her brother sometimes, knowing that she’d wanted to have a brother that she never had to think about or even see. But I figured it was that way because she didn’t know me well enough but I was never mad at her, only sad…because she had only since accepted me as a brother. She made her anger evident as she turned back to her desk and slammed her textbook loudly, making the desk shake slightly and the book emit a loud THUD!

I’ll admit, when she became angry, she somehow became different. She was the person that someone else would’ve laughed at when seeing her angry and I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Oh, hey, I’ve got an idea…why don’t we go together?” I asked, hoping to god that she would say yes. I just wanted the experience of prom and even if it was with my own sister, it would be well worth all the dance lessons that Estella had taught me. But I didn’t see my sister as my sister fully, she was still a girl, but the only girl that I wished I could get to know and hang out with.

“Let’s not…we’re brother and sister…it would just be too weird.” When I heard those words come out of her mouth, I felt my stomach drop. All I wanted was to dance with a girl…just to feel a member of the opposite sex’s hands inside mine and smell the smell of a real girl my age, not like Estella’s old women’s perfume. I won’t lie, I felt like honest crap. It was like ten chemotherapy sessions fatih escort all at once but before I could leave from embarrassment, she spoke again. “Well, wait…we don’t have to go out to the prom, we could…have it right here.”

I was speechless. I struggled for a moment and said something about having to buy a tuxedo and struggled even more from going to such a low and embarrassing moment, to a high and excited moment.

“Calm down! Calm down!” Jessica suddenly said quickly, but I was only too happy to comply and tried to hold my excitement down

“I’m all right…oh God! I’ll see you later, I have to go get ready!” I ran out of her room quickly and went to my room, hearing her say something about prom not being until the next week. But I shut my door and clenched my fists together and jumped a few times in ultimate excitement and joy. I would’ve rather gone to prom with a girl who hadn’t been my sister, but at that moment, I didn’t care whether I’d gone to chemotherapy with her, she’d made me so happy that I was unable to fall asleep that night, thinking about the party and dancing with her.

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My mother had a friend who had a small clothing and tailoring shop. She came by and measured us and let us pick out the fabric we wanted our outfits to be in for that special night and I helped my parents in organizing the lay of the dance floor and they were only too happy to help. They were happy I was going to stay home because they were apprehensive about me going out, but I’d thought ahead and asked them to let us be by ourselves since Jessica would know what to do. I really wanted them to leave us alone because dancing with a girl was supposed to be…special, I suppose. Besides, my parents hadn’t had a night out alone in some time and I wanted them to be as happy as I was going to be that night. After all the preparations had been completed, and the food was lain out, there were the routine photo’s of me and Jessica in our clothes and then they left, bound for a night out with dinner at a Italian restaurant and then a movie that my mom desperately wanted to see. They still fussed over me and my condition until the last possible moment, telling me to tell Jessica to call 911 if there were any problems, blah, blah, blah. It nearly drove me insane until they were out the door and their car finally left.

I took my position at the table we’d be using to sit at and eat at and I was so nervous that I over spritzed my armpits and mouth with the same minty smelling spray I’d stolen from my parent’s room. I sure wasn’t expecting a kiss from my sister; the spray was only to keep my breath smelling fresh in case we got close to one another when dancing. Believe me, you’ll never know how bad breath can turn off someone. Jessica was still taking last minute preparations on her hair and make-up and while I waited, I made sure everything looked nice. I was in the process of re-folding a napkin for the third time, trying to make it just right, when she finally stopped in front of the living room. I dropped the napkin on the table and stared at her in awe. She looked absolutely beautiful. I slipped my hands behind my back, just like I’d seen the men on the cable television shows do and when Jessica approached the table, I pulled the chair out for her, just as a gentleman should’ve for such an attractive girl.

I sat down across from her and waited for her to see the food. It was only macaroni and cheese and I wished I’d known how to make something else, and she looked up at me and I nodded. She was thinking the same thing as I was, that I couldn’t cook.

“I’m…uh…sorry that I couldn’t make you something better.” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment of the incident that had happened earlier in the day. I’d really planned an elegant meal of shrimp and a good cream sauce and vegetables, but when the time came to cook everything, the shrimp was too stringy, the cream sauce burned, and the vegetables had bugs in them. My last resort was a cake that my mother offered to help me out on, but I refused her help and had to pay for it by throwing away a burned and crumbled cake and had to settle with simple macaroni and cheese that came from a friggin’ box. But I didn’t want the meal to destroy the night’s atmosphere and I sought to make her laugh to break the painful and awkward silence. “Remember when Mom said she had burned the cake?” She nodded. “That…that was me.” I said and listened to her chuckle a little.

“No problem, so you can’t cook, not many people really can, especially their first time.” I nodded. At least she wasn’t making fun of me for not being able to cook. She made me feel much better and I hardly waited for her to take a few bites of the macaroni and cheese before I asked her to dance. She sighed at first, shrugged and then stood up, my sign to escort her to the dance floor that was only a few feet away from where we were sitting.

Our first song…Jesus, what a disaster. I was nervous around her and seeing her look more beautiful than what I had been used to, I was unsure in my dance moves, but when I remembered that she’d consented to dance with me, I figured I should’ve been doing a lot better and I finally got in the groove and impressed her.

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((I want to start this off by giving my most sincere and humble thanks to everyone, whom has posted comments or left feedback on the first two chapters of this story. The criticism I’ve received has been extremely constructive, mature, and supportive. I’ve done my best to take it to heart. I created this character, years ago, and I’ve kept her to myself, in my head, for a long time. Now that I’m sharing her with Literotica readers, and the response has been overwhelmingly supportive and favourable, it’s truly thrilling to me. For that, I thank you.))

((I’d also like to extend a special “thank you” to my editor, AnneChildOfUniverse, for all her work in making this a bit more readable. Trust me folks, editing my stories is no easy task. I think I drove her to drinking.))

((In the last exciting episode of The Adventures of The Hellcat, Maggie Malone, having been abducted by deranged pervy sorcerers, whom just couldn’t seem to get a spell right, was transported into the realm of the cat goddess Bastet, where a pact was made, in which Maggie would gain some of Bastet’s powers, in return for putting an end to the cruelty of the sorcerers, and fighting the good fight against evil. …and then there was some really deviant and weird, rough tail sex, which caused my therapist to cancel the rest of her sessions for the day, so we could focus on what the hell is the matter with me.))

((So now I proudly present the next chapter in the story of Maggie Malone, AKA The Hellcat!))

Chapter 3: So You Want to be a Super Hero

Maggie Malone did not need an alarm to wake up on this morning. She woke five minutes before it went off, feeling refreshed and full of life. She felt like she could take on the world, and that the sun shone just for her. What a glorious way to start the day!

She threw off her covers and leapt out of bed, feeling full of vim and vigour, ready to take on the day. She rose, and stretched her fit, young body out tautly. She stood on her toes, feet shoulder width apart, twisting her hips, and lifting her arms back above her head, with interlocked fingers and palms facing outwards. She arched her back, and threw her head back, enjoying the sensation of her wakening muscles.

This caused her soft and supple breasts, which sat high and round on her chest, proudly defying gravity in their youthful perkiness, to strain the fabric of her snug white tank, which did absolutely nothing to hide the tell-tale dark circles of her areolae, and less still, to conceal the shape of her deliciously pert nipples, which also seemed to come awake with her.

The thin material of her hot pink and black polka-dotted boyshort knickers clung tightly to her form. The shallow v-cut in the front exposed a tantalising portion of her soft yet firm pelvis. The gusset of her knickers sported a centre seam which nestled gently between her lips and moulded the form of her tight 20 year old pussy, playfully decorating her ripe young sexuality. The cheeky cut in the back gave a teasing glimpse of the lower globes of her firm and well-formed bum.

She tossed her wild, red, and pillow besieged locks of hair from her face and relaxed her muscles. She only wished every day could feel this good. She saw the sunlight peeking in from behind the curtains of her bedroom window, and felt the sudden urge to bask in the cheerful glow. To feel the warmth of the morning sun, as it embraced her in a good morning hug. She pranced to her window in all of her half naked glory, threw the curtains aside, closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the warm glow flow over…

“Holy shit! That chick’s in her underwear! Nice! I think I can see her nipples!”

Maggie shut the curtains and screwed up her face in a crooked grimace. There always had to be one, eh?

No matter, she was still in a grand mood. She frolicked into her kitchen, where she prepared herself a well-balanced and nutritious breakfast; consisting of beans on toast and coffee. She was a college student, after all. Maggie began planning the day ahead. She had a lot of work ahead of her.

The previous evening, after returning from her adventures in Hooker Park, Maggie had called her editor, Terry White, at the Crown State Caller, the student newspaper for Crown State University, and told him about what had happened. Well…not all of it. Selected bits and pieces.

Sure; bits and pieces had been terrible. There had been other bits, though, that had been decidedly un-terrible. Gaining super powers, beating up a room full of pervy sociopaths, being transported to another dimension, and having the best sex of her life with an ancient and powerful goddess in the form of a feline woman. Her tender pussy twitched at the thought. Oh, then there had been the alluring sex smoke. Her pussy twitched yet again, as she gazed towards the small plastic baggie, holding the magical incense, sitting on her coffee table. She had no idea what it was, or how it worked, she just knew that it was the perfect accessory for a lonely night in.

“Not now, Maggie” she said, putting aydınlı escort her mind back in place. “Later. We’ve got serious super work to do.”

~~~The Costume~~~

Today was Sunday, and she had set aside the entire day to preparing for a new life of adventure and excitement. Finally, she was going to take a shot at becoming a true super hero. The very thought made her bounce and laugh in joy. It was a dream come true.

She pulled a pad of paper off her counter and began to make her “to do” list.

1: Learn my powers

2: Work on catch phrase

3: Make a costume

She paused for a bit, tapping her chin with her pencil, obviously deep in thought before adding the next bullet point.

4: Learn how to make a costume

5: Find evil, punch in face

6: Do so awesomely

Ok, so practical lists weren’t really Maggie’s thing, but the gist of it was right on. She had to learn the craft. Her apartment was too small to practice in, as she was afraid she might break some of her stuff. She decided to sneak out into the night, and learn her skills in the cover of dark, so for now, she opted to come up with a costume.

There had to be several requirements for her costume. It had to be flashy but not gaudy. She wanted to stand out, but not apart, from the other super heroes. She’d avoid glitter and rhinestones for certain. She wanted sexy, but not slutty. There were a few heroines out there that pretty much threw themselves on a platter. While she didn’t have a problem with that, it wasn’t her style. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to show off a bit, though.

During her fight with the sorcerers, she had learned that her powers seemed to be mostly physical in nature. She couldn’t shoot laser beams out of her eyes. She would punch and kick her way to glory. So she didn’t want anything restrictive or encumbering. No capes, no stiletto heels, nothing that would bellow in the wind and no absurd shoulder pads. Something snug and form fitting that would move with her body…

“My leotard!” she exclaimed to the empty room. “It’s perfect!” She dashed to her closet, and pulled out a few of her training leotards from gymnastics, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll show a bit of leg, but I’m used to that. Maybe hem the backside up a bit, and let out the bust. Add a bit of sex appeal, without overdoing it or losing function.”

She was thrilled. She had her template, but now she needed the design. She couldn’t use her actual leotard, as that’d be a dead giveaway to her secret identity. She’d have to come up with a unique pattern, and change the colours a bit, but that would come later.

Maggie spent the next several hours surfing the internet for tailoring and sewing guides. She found several cosplay sites that detailed how to make very impressive costumes. She took notes, made lists, and crunched numbers. She was confident that she could do this if she paid careful attention and followed instructions closely.

She began surfing online for prices on sewing machines, bolts of cloth, dye, and everything she’d need to make it work. In the end, her grand total came to roughly…

“You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s two month’s rent! What the hell is the matter with these people? The fabric alone is pricey, but doable. The sewing machine is out of the question. Don’t these people know that their price gouging is hindering the fight against evil? Is there a discount for college age aspiring heroes? That’s it! I’m putting the Singer Sewing Company on my villains list, right under over-enthusiastic Harry Potter fans!”

Maggie began pacing back and forth across her bedroom, trying to think of a plan B. She decided she’d have to worry about the sewing later and focus on what she could do right then. She started going through her old leotards, when she found a trainer that she’d worn when she was a bit younger. It had the traditional shallow neck, and long sleeves, so it might work as a template design.

Just out of curiosity, she laid it on her bed, and began peeling off her tank and knickers, and threw them in her laundry hamper. Retrieving the leotard, she began pulling it over her body, surprised that it still fit so well. Sure, she’d filled out a bit since she’d worn it last, but it still did the trick. It was a deep, rich, royal blue, which had always been her favourite colour. She felt it was dark enough to contrast with her fair complexion, yet still bright enough to be fun and playful. She decided she’d try to find some fabric in the same colour.

It hugged her body a bit more than it had in the past, but as she bent her arms back, to fasten the clasp in the back, she didn’t feel constricted at all. The stretchy lycra did its job and gave her plenty of freedom of movement. The neck wasn’t stretched out too wide, as she had feared, but the sleeves stopped halfway down her forearms, which was a bit shorter than usual. She could make adjustments for that, though. It sat a bit higher on her hips, which she’d wanted anyway, bağdat caddesi escort and the full coverage back, wasn’t entirely full coverage anymore. It was now more like ¾ coverage, which she was also ok with.

She had filled out, however, and the lycra clung to her body tighter than ever before. She’d have to make the final version a bit looser, as any sports bra she wore, would easily be outlined in the suit. She decided that this would be a good template for a first attempt at making her own costume, so she peeled it back off, and laid it on the bed. Once she had all her supplies, she’d cut the suit along the seams, and use each piece as a pattern for one she’d cut out of fabric herself.

Happy with her plan, she took a glance at the clock, and was shocked to find out that it was already noon. She wanted to get some shopping done before nightfall, so she decided to take a quick shower, and get the rest of the supplies that she’d need.

Three hours later, Maggie stumbled back into her apartment, loaded with several shopping bags, a bolt of cloth, and a half eaten hotdog sticking out of her mouth. She kicked her door closed behind her, and tottered her way into the bedroom, where she dumped her haul onto the bed. Sure, she was going to be living on ramen and tap water for the rest of the month, but at least she’d have a proper costume. A girl had to have her priorities, after all.

Shoving the rest of the hotdog into her mouth, and almost being able to close it all the way, she began stripping of her clothes and tugging her old leotard back on. She glanced at herself in the mirror, just as she chocked down the last bit of sausage, and began to have second thoughts.

“This is a more snug than I’d thought.” She noticed that she could see the outline of her breasts, the dip of her navel. The gusset of the leotard moulded to the shape of her pussy in a way that made her blush at the very thought of being seen in public in such a thing. She only took comfort in the fact that it she was just using it as a template. It certainly wasn’t going to be the one she’d wear out. The final version would fit her body a bit better.

Going to her dresser, Maggie found her camera, and set the auto timer, then took several steps back. She stood facing the camera; feet shoulder width apart, put her hands on her hips, and waited for the camera to flash. Then she turned, facing away from the camera, struck the same pose, and waited for the second flash. After loading the pictures into her computer, she printed them out, and traced both of them with tracing paper, which she then scanned onto her computer, and printed out several copies of each.

For the next several hours, Maggie sat at her desk, sketching out ideas for costume designs, and having the time of her life. She tried traditional tiger stripes and leopard spots, but decided it was too obvious. She tried several other designs. Wide stripes, narrow stripes, wild lines, and finally, after several hours, and a full ream of paper, she’d come up with one which she liked.

She had stuck with the blue and yellow theme that she’d originally come up with. It was solid blue, with a wild yellow tribal designs up and down the sides, coming to a stop in the centre of her chest and back. She smiled broadly as she looked at her design. Sure, it’d be difficult to make, but it was worth the effort.

Looking up from her paper, she was surprised to see that it was already dark outside. The costume would have to wait. Night time meant that she could now do what she’d been looking forward to all day. Explore her powers in the safety of darkness. She walked to her dresser, pulling out a pair of plain black knickers, and a black sports bra. Over that, she pulled on a pair of brief lycra shorts, a black spaghetti strap lycra tank, and a pair of dark grey yoga pants.

She hopped on one foot to the front door as she tugged on her last sock, kicked on her shoes, and threw her things in a small satchel, heading out the door. Everything was planned out perfectly. Barely a mile from her house was a high school athletic stadium. No events were scheduled for the day, and she knew she’d have the run of the place.

~~~The Powers~~~

Maggie had taken the most indirect route she could to get there. Why, she didn’t know. It just seemed like the thing she was supposed to do, when conducting secret super hero training. When she came to the gate, she couldn’t resist a bit of fun. She ran towards the gate. She leapt into the air, grabbed the top bar of the gate, sending her legs straight in the air, and summersaulting on the ground below. She threw her arms into the air in the time honoured “nailed it” pose and jogged onto the pitch, with an excited smile. Maggie had always loved athletics. It was the adrenaline, the challenge, the competition, the endurance. She loved the feeling she had after a gymnastics routine. Her breath would be short, her muscles burned, her nerves jittery, her senses hyperaware, yet hyper focused. After bahçelievler escort a routine, she didn’t think about exams, she didn’t think about boys, she didn’t think about rent. All she cared about was the performance. How had she measured up? That was the only thought in her mind.

She loved that feeling, how her entire world narrowed down to one moment and one event. She loathed the “dumb jock” stereotype. Certainly it had been proven time and time again, but the simple fact of the matter was that rarely did the average person divert so much focus and brain power, as a dedicated athlete did, to any one particular action. Rarely had anyone trained themselves and honed themselves to one thing so perfectly that their whole mind was focused on it, like a bull’s eye.

Stadiums, like this one, were monuments to the physical achievement and evolution of the constantly improving human race. There was a certain poetry in the fact that Maggie had picked this place to learn about her new abilities. She smiled, looking around, and sighed happily that she had the place to herself.

The lights were off but the sky was clear and the moon was full. Maggie found a bench, sat down her back pack, and peeled off her yoga pants, tucking them safely away. Clad in her black tank and her skin tight lycra shorts, she walked the track at a light jog, making sure there wasn’t anything to trip over while warming up. She eventually came back around, and found her starting spot.

“First test, speed. You’re a fast Maggie. You’re a very fast Maggie.”

Maggie was talking herself up, as she began stretching her muscles, then grabbed her iPhone, set the stop watch, and took her position. Maggie took several deep breathes. Her finger hovering above the green start button, feeling her mind and nerves focus just to where she wanted to go. Once she felt herself centred, she pressed the button, and was a blur.

Maggie felt her muscles loosen, her legs pump in instinct, the wind in her bright red hair. She breathed heavily. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.

One lap down, three to go.

She felt herself going faster and faster. Each impact of her foot meeting the ground resonating throughout her legs and up into her chest.

Two down, two to go.

She knew she could go faster, and faster still. She pushed herself. Harder. Faster. Stronger.

Three down, final lap.

Maggie gritted her teeth, and gave the last turn her all. Her heart felt like it would explode, but she knew she had more. Giving it everything she had and more, Maggie crossed the line, and scrambled to her phone, to hit the red stop button.

1:32

Maggie blinked, through her desperate panting, trying to walk the strain out of her gasping muscles. That couldn’t be right. That was over 40 miles per hour. She stared in disbelief for several stunned silent moments before she threw her arms into the air and screamed in triumph. She did what any hot blooded young woman would do, when she realised she had super human speed.

She struck a Hussein Bolt pose.

Then came the excited bouncing, then the silly dancing. She was elated. She knew she could run faster. She knew she could run further. She felt it. Pushing herself came later, though. Tonight was about learning what she was capable of. She ran onto the pitch, which was marked in ten yard increments, and took a running start. At the 20 yard marker she leapt into the air and soared, and soared.

She felt her heart in her throat, her body preparing for impact. Every nerve ending in her body seemed on edge, as the ground finally swooped in close to her. She landed in a squat, on all fours. Her trainer glad feet buried into divots in the ground. She landed just past the 60 yard marker, and she didn’t even strain an ankle.

This time, she was in complete shock. From her fight against the sorcerers she already knew she could jump, but she did not realise how far. Again with the bouncing and silly dancing, and bolting. Maggie was over the moon. Still, as with the speed, she knew she could do better. She just knew it. She didn’t know how, but she did. Improving herself would come later, though, as now was a time for learning.

Over the next few hours Maggie gave herself every sort of test she could imagine within the stadium. Running the track, jumping the goal posts and balancing on them, lifting benches. She was amazed by the changes. At one point she even punched a goal post and realised that it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it should have. It barely hurt at all, really. Speed, strength, agility, endurance, durability, everything seemed to be heightened. Sure there were stronger and faster heroes, but she has everything she’d need to make a real difference.

She positively pranced all the way back home. She didn’t think she’d be able to sleep at all that night, but once she got out of the shower, she felt exhausted, and crawled under her covers without bothering to put a single stitch of clothing on.

~~~The Friend~~~

The next day at practice Maggie grinned from ear to ear as she nailed every single routine. Today she’d be focusing on her floor routine, and rather than struggling not to miss a step, or over extend a jump, she was focusing on not overdoing it. She didn’t want to show off too much, as that would arouse suspicion. She even had trouble acting as though it were a challenge.

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“I have an announcement to make.” The hostess said ceremoniously. “You don’t gotta go home, but you can’t stay here.”

Some of the partygoers groaned, others simply chugged their last bit of beer and straggled to the door. Nadia looked around, her chances of going home alone were getting greater all the while. She would probably walk home with her house-mate Margaret, lock her door and masturbate herself to sleep.

The hostess tugged on her arm quietly. “Can you guys make sure he gets home?” She gestured to Richard, a man Nadia worked with sometimes. He was obviously loaded enough to have trouble getting home, but conscious enough to make the long trek.

“Sure.” Nadia said, laughing lightly. The alcohol had gone to her head a bit and she was giddy.

The walk home seemed long, but Richard kept it highly interesting. Nadia had to admire him, a man of lofty ideas. He talked philosophy. He spoke in poetry, words charming to her ears and even more charming to the soft wetness building in her womanhood. She ignored her desire for him as they wandered home, Margaret tagging along like a lost puppy.

It was decided that Richard would sleep in Nadia’s room, since she didn’t have a roommate. She pulled out the extra mattress and plopped it on the floor. Richard and Margaret chatted in the living room for awhile and Nadia joined them again.

“Can we have a slumber party?” Margaret asked.

Nadia sighed. Margaret had spent the night in her room plenty of times before, but it was simply a friendly relationship. She wondered if Margaret was straight or not, a question that always perplexed her. Sometimes she would make a comment about becoming a lesbian just to sleep with a certain woman, and that would be it. It was enough to keep her guessing, but she never cared much to find out the answer.

Nadia herself was very bi-sexual and always open to new things. “I’ll try anything once.” She often said, laughing with a lurid grin. “Why not?” She said. Margaret nearly bounced out of her seat. “I’ll get my pillow.” She said.

All three shuffled into the room, Margaret hopping ataşehir escort onto Nadia’s huge bed first and sliding over to the wall. Nadia climbed in next and Richard kneeled on the extra mattress on the floor. “I dare you to get in bed with us.” Margaret chided. “Well now.” Nadia thought to herself. “This is interesting.” This was pretty risky behavior for the typically play-it-safe Margaret. She thought she might as well join in. “I triple dog dare you.” She breathed aloud.

“I dare you to get naked.” He replied whilst removing his clothing in the darkness.

Nadia immediately pulled off her top, revealing her large rounded breasts in the pale light from the street. Margaret squirmed. Richard stood waiting while Nadia gave him the once over.

“Well?”

“I’m working on it.” She said wiggling out of her pants and panties, breathless with anticipation. Richard crawled over her as she dropped her clothing to the floor. They talked for a time, easily laughing and joking. Their bodies beneath the green velvety covers however were in a riot of tension, his heated smooth skin sliding along her side.

Margaret refused to take off her clothing, although she did remove her shirt. Perhaps she was trying to open up, or maybe it was just her abject need to fit in. Nadia would never know. As far as she was concerned Margaret was not participating fully and therefore would never know the entire gamut of the experience, from the elation of ecstasy to the shame of betrayal.

He chatted casually with Margaret as his hand approached Nadia’s breast. It was a silken touch, a quick rub across the nipple, enough to drench her full again with her odd passion for this man. Of course, Margaret couldn’t see this interaction, so she thought nothing of it and continued talking on. Richard took Nadia’s hand and placed it lightly on top of his manhood. She smirked with mischief and began to massage little circles over his engorged balls. She knew full well what she was doing. She was baiting him into action. He grazed his hand down the length of avcılar escort her body, resting it on her velvety bush of pubic hair. He forced her legs apart lightly and began to stroke the length of her slit expertly. He could feel the juices beginning to flow within her and took his time, finding the little hood covering her clit.

He applied slow easy pressure at first. As soon as he realized the power he had over her he increased the speed. His dexterity was simply amazing. She bucked and thrashed about a bit as he wiggled his finger ever faster over her highly sensitive nub. She was shaking all over and couldn’t help herself.

“Oh my god, you’re better than my dildo.” She whispered into his hair.

“You have a dildo?” He asked, relenting for a moment.

She sighed. “Yes. It’s pink. I named her Eileen.” “Eileen?”

“Yeah, like the song: Cum on Eileen.”

He laughed. “Get her out; I’m sure she can move faster than my fingers.”

Nadia swooned, a man unafraid of a dildo. However, she refrained. With Margaret lying next to them she felt uncomfortable. She’d been in a threesome before, but then all three were participating. Margaret simply lay on her side, facing away from them, cut off.

He knew he was pushing her boundaries. He was amazed he got her as far along as he did. He looked at her through the gloom in the room. He leaned into her ear and whispered: “I want fuck your brains out.”

That was all it took. She was fully primed and nodded her head in agreement. He rolled over onto her stomach, pushing her legs apart with his able hands. He was not by any means a large man, but Nadia found him highly sufficient. He worked his way in between her labia and pushed all of his shaft into her. She arched her back automatically. Had it been that long since she was last with a man? The sensation was amazing. A tingling filled her abdomen and she rolled her hips into him. He was slow at first, taking his time learning the calm rhythm of her slight body. As soon as she wrapped her legs around him, pushing her heels avrupa yakası escort into his buttocks he began to truly fuck her. She grabbed for the headboard; she needed something to steady her wild body as she groaned against him. His passion had become fierce and he was really digging in now. Her cunt opened for him in ways she could hardly remember. He could feel her muscles working inside along the length of his cock and it only pushed him further over the edge. He wanted to feel her riding him, rising on top and stroking down.

“It’s your turn.” He said, sliding out of her and waiting for her to crawl on top.

She obliged, taking his soaking cock into her hands and guiding him carefully like a lighthouse guiding home a ship at sea. She slid down onto his prick, staring at his upturned face. The line of his jaw was so square you could use him to build a perfectly angled house.

She writhed over his body, laying her chest against his and bringing her face close to his. She began to nibble on his throat and from the slight moan she evoked she knew she’d hit the jackpot. She started to clamp down a little harder, using her teeth on the rough flesh of his neck.

She was slower in tempo than he, fully savoring every down stroke onto his throbbing dick, enjoying the gentle release as she pulled away from him again and again. He could hardly stand it. He began to move his hips against her, forcing the tempo to his desired pace.

Margaret tossed in her sleep and Nadia came to an abrupt halt. The blankets they had earlier hidden under were now beneath the bed, having fallen off in their fit of frenzied lovemaking. All covering was gone and Nadia was riding Richard in full view of Margaret. If she opened her eyes she would see them…

Nadia couldn’t move. She was paralyzed with a sudden fear of her incredible act of exhibitionism. She had never, never in her whole life done something so peculiarly terrifying and so damned exciting at the same time. “I can’t fuck your brains out with your friend here, can I?” He asked her in a husky tone.

She conceded: no he could not. Her embarrassment was beyond her control. He pulled out, disappointed but not surprised. Nadia was a willing participant, but she’d never done anything like this before. Having sex with someone else in the room was one thing. Having sex while someone else was sleeping in the same bed was just plain weird.

To be continued…

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