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Drummer Boy – Secret Origins Ch. 02

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Thanks again for all the support, folks! Please enjoy the latest installment of my tale, straight from my caffeine-and-Deadmau5-addled brain to your eyeballs.

*****

Kristin couldn’t help but laugh. Jason said he loved her. Ha. Even if that were true, it no longer mattered. Love or no, he was going to come for her anyway.

Kristin watched Jason’s face go blank, his eyes glassy. It was happening. In the end, he was just like all the others. Just a man. Easy. Weak. Prey.

Kristin pressed her hungry breasts tighter around Jason’s dick, sucked harder on the head of his cock. Give it all to the Lady. Give her everything you’ve got.

Kristin felt Jason’s scrotum grow hot against her skin as the first spurt of cum filled her mouth. The Lady smiled.

* * *

Jason was Pearl. Jason was Pearl, living through the life that was Pearl’s life.

Hazy and shadowed. These were old, old memories. In these memories Jason saw Pearl’s cohort of Wings. They loomed above her, even though they were the same age.

They were her sisters. All Wings considered themselves sisters, but these were her group of hatchlings. These were her sisters, and they knew Pearl was wrong.

That Pearl was smaller than the others was immediately obvious. It had become evident, though, that she could not link minds with her sisters.

She wasn’t completely mindblind, or there would be no saving her from the furnace. But Pearl was seemingly unable to form the mental link necessary for unison combat. Try as she might, she could not connect with the others, leaving her alone in her own head, always apart from her sisters.

“Freak,” they said of Pearl. “Runt. Useless.”

They were her sisters. Her cruel, beautiful sisters. “Mistake,” they called her.

As youths they heaped insults on her. And as they got older, hungry for battle but not yet ready for war, they added physical torments to their verbal ones. They took their aggressions out on the one who mattered the least, and was least capable of retaliation.

Pearl tried to defend herself. She wasn’t very successful. She did learn how to take a punch, and get up again after. A small thing, but necessary.

And, locked in her own mind as she was, Pearl learned to think for herself. And that thinking led to questions.

* * *

Jason’s body was tense, his dick insistently hard as he pumped his seed into Kristin’s mouth. Molten hot, she nonetheless gulped it down. The heat of it traveled down her throat, down to her belly, and from there spread all over her body. Her spine tingled with a new vitality. Her pussy creamed into orgasm immediately.

Oh, the Lady needed this, she thought. The Lady needs more of this. Give me more, she willed. Give the Lady everything…

She looked down to her breasts. Jason’s erupting cock was sliding in between them, lubricated by saliva and semen. Jason’s dick was trapped between those pleasuring orbs, neither willing nor able to break free of their hungry enticements. His dick was dark and heavy, his thick man-meat pummeling Kristin’s breasts into a bouncy, jiggly frenzy.

Beautiful, Kristin thought. This is what you wanted. Take it. Use my breasts the way they need to be used. This one last time, you’ll come like a god. Like no one has ever made you come before.

Kristin spared a thought for the dead woman that served as the stage for this debauchery. Her mind laughed. Her mouth gulped down more of Jason’s semen. Her hungry breasts squeezed and stroked Jason’s erupting dick. Kristin came again.

* * *

So many questions, Pearl had.

Why do we fight the Spines? Why does neither side seem to win? Where did the humans come from? If they give us power, why don’t we get more? Why are the ways between the worlds shut? Why is no one else asking questions?

Pearl did ask her questions. She couldn’t help herself; she couldn’t not have answers.

Pearl’s questioning tested the patience of all the Wings. Sisters, teachers, commanders. All the way up to the Grand Wing Mother herself.

Pearl’s answers mostly came in the form of a slap or a punch, followed by the command to shut up and do as she was told. Often, she was punished by being placed in one of the Naughty Chairs, to sit in shame with the hideous birthing beasts, where the other Wings could see the consequence of insubordination.

Even the Grand Wing Mother, who was, for some reason, less impatient with her, would give her no answers. After one too many questions, she struck Pearl, just like all the others had, but offered more.

“Stupid child,” the Wing Mother said to the adolescent Pearl, sprawled on the floor and reeling from the blow.

“Here is all you need to know, Purleen,” she said. “You will fight, you will kill, and ultimately, you will die. But before you do, you must discover what you alone can contribute. What can you give of yourself. To the Aerie, to the Wings, and even to great Electra herself!”

She was the Grand Wing Mother. She Eryaman travestileri was tall and strong, the embodiment of fierce grace. She was powerful and wise and seemed to hate her less than everyone else. So Pearl heeded her.

For a time, anyway. But her questions remained.

* * *

Less hazy. Pearl was mature now, as were her sisters.

Her sisters had learned their lessons well. They were strong and battle-ready. They were proud and fearless, bristling with aggression, burning with fury.

Pearl had learned her lessons, too. Her curious nature had grown, and consequently, so had the severity of her punishments. Not fit for battle, she had been assigned to furnace duty.

She tended to the flames, beating her wings for hours, sometimes days, keeping the coals hot for the magisters.

She watched the magisters work their craft. She learned the ways of metal: the purification, the shaping and cooling, the great care it took to produce each piece of armor, each spear and sword. She was intrigued by the magics applied to some afterward, increasing their durability and sharpness. She yearned to learn more.

Pearl also learned of death. Bodies were disposed of in the furnaces. Her defeated sisters, spent male beasts, exhausted birthing beasts, even those children deemed unfit to serve the Aerie. In the end, all charred and blackened into unrecognizable masses among the coals.

“You will fight, you will kill, and you will ultimately die.” The Grand Wing Mother’s words, and the furnaces were the proof.

One night, three of her cruel, beautiful sisters decided they had had enough of the “mistake”, and sought to rectify that mistake.

They came at Pearl unawares, linked as if for battle. They had size, strength, and skill.

Pearl had none of those things. What Pearl had was powerful wings, strengthened by countless days of constant use. What Pearl had was skin tempered by the flames of the furnaces. What Pearl had was the smell of charred flesh in her nose, always reminding her of the fate that awaited all.

And Pearl had the fury of decades, with nothing to lose.

All three of her attackers had to be sent to the menders. One of them did not return.

Afterwards, the Grand Wing Mother herself tended to Pearl’s injuries.

“Very impressive, Purleen,” the Grand Wing Mother said. “Perhaps you will be of some use to the Aerie after all. Tell me, would you like to fight?”

Pearl shook her head. “Then what shall we do with you, little Purleen?”

And then, to the Wing Mother’s surprise, Pearl asked to return to the furnace. Only this time, as a magister.

* * *

Back in the world of the real, something was wrong. Jason wasn’t stopping.

Kristin’s orgasms had subsided; the Lady was sated. Yet Jason’s cock was still hard, still pistoning between her rippling breasts, still pumping spurt after spurt of bitter jizz into her mouth.

Kristin had expected that Jason would be like all the others, and ultimately like Braden, expiring after he had taken his pleasure with her breasts. But his orgasm was ceaseless, and she felt her belly becoming full from swallowing so much semen.

Kristin turned disbelieving eyes up to Jason’s face. Her gaze was met by a blank, slack-jawed expression. Although he still gripped her head, although his hips steadily pumped his stiff dick between her breasts and into her mouth, although his body was in constant motion, Jason’s mind was far, far away.

Kristin had, amazingly, had enough. But Jason had more to give.

Disbelief became alarm, and another fat spurt of cum jetted deep into Kristin’s throat.

* * *

Pearl’s life had changed. Her questioning spirit turned its focus to the crafting of metal, to the understanding of fire. She was permitted to learn the magics of the magisters, and these she absorbed voraciously. When the books of magics proved too simple, she requested other, older books. Codices of magic that gone unread and uncomprehended beyond living memory. Pearl relentlessly pursued their knowledge, refusing to admit defeat, and was rewarded with ancient wisdom.

Her feelings toward her sisters changed, too. They fought, and they killed. All too often they died, and became fuel for the fires. Where once Pearl had seen tormentors, she now saw fodder. Pearl felt pity for her cruel, beautiful, doomed sisters.

Her relationship to the Grand Wing Mother also transformed. When Pearl had asked for permission to further enchant the Grand Mother’s own living weapon, she was met with skepticism, but the Grand Mother had allowed it.

It had taken the essence of quite a few beasts. Harvesting the life force from the humans was distasteful, repulsed as she was by their grotesque forms. But this project was for the Wing Mother, and Pearl felt a … desire for her. Something she couldn’t articulate. She would do anything to please her Grand Wing Mother. And so she persevered, and was successful.

“You Eryaman travesti are something new, Purleen,” the Wing Mother said, admiring the newly-enchanted sword. “Something new, and curious. Persist, child, and you may achieve a sort of greatness before you die.”

The Grand Wing Mother was wise and beautiful, and she believed in Pearl. And so Pearl believed her.

Pearl’s reputation in the Aerie spread. Pearl, the inventive magister, full of mad ideas that nonetheless bore fruit. Pearl, the impertinent magister, who now referred to the Grand Wing Mother simply as “Granny”, which the Wing Mother grudgingly permitted. Pearl, the inquisitive magister, who tirelessly delved into the magics long-unused even by other magisters, discovering secrets and techniques that turned the tide of many battles.

Pearl was, at last, of the Aerie. She had proved her worth to her sisters, to the Wings, and to great Electra herself.

And yet … she still had questions.

* * *

The haze was clearer now, the memories much more recent.

Jason felt Pearl’s exhilaration, as she gazed at the sight in her scrying lens.

She’d had to work in secret. Magical resources were to be used to defeat the Spines, not wasted in the pursuit of futile fantasies. But Pearl had been patient, carefully masking her research.

Learning the lost magics to peer between worlds had been relatively easy. Harvesting the extra essence from the beasts to power the magics had been unpleasant.

Pearl had viewed hundreds of worlds. Some of the worlds were dark and hungry, like Tarterus, and of no use. Other worlds were shining and many-angled, worlds of such abundance that even her mind crumbled at the sight of them through her lenses. Those worlds were equally useless.

But the worlds in between … they were promising, and that was where Pearl put her focus.

Some of them had life, although not always life as Pearl recognized it. They could possibly be of use, but Pearl had realized at the outset of her explorations that she might only get one chance at this, and she wanted to get it exactly right.

And now, at last, here it was. There was no mistaking it. Pearl had found the world of the humans. She had rediscovered Earth.

Humans. Male beasts and their birthing counterparts. They were trim and healthy, bearing only token resemblance to the repulsive creatures bred on Tarterus. These humans lived unfettered and feral. Millions upon millions of them, and all of them were brimming with soul essence.

If the essence of one human was enough for a blessing, and the essence of twenty was enough for the strongest of enchantments, what could she accomplish with a hundred? Or a thousand? Or more?

With that much power at her command, Pearl could deal the Spines a blow so devastating they’d never recover. She could stop the senseless deaths of her beautiful sisters. She could earn the respect of the Aerie, of Granny, of great Electra herself.

Pearl could end the war. The power was there. All she had to do was take it.

Pearl smiled. A hungry, predator’s smile.

* * *

Kristin had to do something. Excess jizz was flowing down her chin, and Jason showed no sign of slowing down, let alone stopping.

She let go of her breasts, freeing Jason’s shaft from the encouragement of the long-desired titfucking. She tried to push him away. She tried to disengage, to dislodge the dick that assaulted her mouth.

Her efforts were in vain. Jason merely forced his cock deeper in between her lips, holding himself there and cumming, cumming, cumming until she could no longer breathe.

* * *

The next memories were much clearer. Fresh, even.

It had taken some time to get the portal spell right. It had also taken a tremendous amount of magic. Dozens of the grotesque beasts, spurred on by pilfered elixir and the enticements of her demon flesh, had given their lives for Pearl’s grand experiment.

But, Pearl hoped, should she ever be called to account for her transgressions, her successes would allow them to be overlooked.

She had prepared well. She had done her mathematics, calculating the proper resonant frequencies. She had chosen a place where the walls between the worlds were thinner. She had assembled her spells. She had gathered chalk and diaboli. She had garbed herself in magic enough to travel and then return.

With mounting excitement, Pearl crafted her portal of blue electric fire. She steeled herself, and stepped through.

The room was small, and furnished with soft things. Unexpectedly cool. Yes, Pearl thought, this will do.

Pearl cast a transformation spell on herself, to hide her demonic nature. Now wingless, pale and small as a human, she exited the room. Her long-derided mental powers were more than enough, she discovered, to cloud the minds of any beasts who might question her.

Outside of the motel it was dusk, and a gentle rain misted wetness onto her Travesti eryaman naked body. She would have to remember clothes next time.

Pearl created her seeker spells. They were clever little things, semi-intelligent balls of scintillating light, with instructions to survey the surrounding area, and find male beasts of sufficient potency. She released them into the night air, and waited for their return.

And when they did return, Pearl was delighted to learn of several suitable beasts that were very close. She could have her pick, or take them all.

A dozen men went missing from the greater Austin metropolitan area that night. Their bodies were never found.

Back in Tarterus, watching the bodies burn to ash in the furnace, Pearl felt her body humming with the power of the magical energies coursing through her body. She had never felt more … incredible.

She wouldn’t reveal herself to her sisters, though. Not yet. Not until she had tested herself in battle. Instead, she clad herself in shimmering, golden armor, crafted from the soul-stuff of her unfortunate humans, and soared off into the barren wastes of Tarterus, looking for trouble.

* * *

Back in the real world, Kristin was struggling. Frantic, on the verge of suffocating, she managed at last to force Jason’s hands from her head.

Kristin reared her head back, and opened her mouth wide to take a big breath. Instead of air, though, Kristin got a mouthful of jism.

Although no longer being stimulated, Jason’s dick erupted a continuous barrage of semen, and Kristin’s face was directly in the line of fire.

He sprayed continuously, like a firehose, propelling hot streams of fresh jizz onto her. Her face was quickly covered, her hair slimed, semen in her nostrils and ears, dripping off of her torso and sliming down onto the dead woman beneath them.

Every time Kristin tried to take a breath, she had to gulp down another mouthful of Jason’s hot, sticky issue.

Kristin attempted to plead with him. “Jason!” she said between breaths. “Stop!” Breathe, gulp. “Please!”

Jason’s seminal assault did not abate. If anything, her pleas drove him to produce even greater volumes.

* * *

Pearl’s return to Earth was heralded by nothing more than a neat, blue-limned rip in the fabric of reality.

The room was occupied this time. A man and a woman, and they seemed to have the same thing on their minds that Pearl did, albeit with a little less murder on the back end. They humans stared at her, wide-eyed.

Pearl had learned a fair amount of Earth language by riffling through the minds of her victims, just as she was doing with these two. She decided to try some of it out.

“Take a hike, you two,” Pearl said. “Come on, beat it!”

The couple, half-naked but compelled, got up from the bed and left the room. Pearl shook her head and got to work.

On the previous visit, her seekers had shown her a few particularly juicy humans. That trip had paid off well, and she had only drained what were essentially random humans. That established a nice baseline, but as a magister, she liked empirical data. She was trying for a particularly big catch tonight.

Pearl chalked the room, laid a spell of dread outside the door to discourage any interruptions, and transformed herself into her human guise. It made her feel tight, constrained, and she missed her powerful wings dearly (they were her best asset, after all), but it was necessary if she was going to be out among the humans.

The previous occupants of the room had left some of their garments behind. Fortuitous, as Pearl had forgotten clothes again.

Pearl garbed herself in a t-shirt and jeans. There was even a vest, although the leather of which it was constructed must have come from some beast she’d never encountered. Like her human guise, the clothes felt tight on her, but observing herself in the mirrored glass on the wall, she found she liked the look. So much Purleen, compressed into such a tight space, as if she was ready to explode. For the right human, of course. And then he would explode for her.

Pearl couldn’t bring herself to put on the shoes, though. She didn’t wanna, and she didn’t think her tasty human would care.

* * *

Kristin could no longer see. She had shut her eyes, but so much semen had been laved onto her face that it was seeping between her eyelids, bringing forth stinging tears.

She could feel Jason still rocking his hips against her, aided by a thick layer of his slippery cum. Jason held Kristin in place with his thighs, pinning her between his own furiously pumping body and Pearl’s plush but dead form.

His big hands absently caressed and squeezed Kristin’s thoroughly-glazed breasts, while his dick slopped ever more fat streams of jizz onto her.

With Jason hosing her down with semen, and no longer able to breathe, Kristin finally lost consciousness.

* * *

The Golden Warrior laughed as she flew across the battlefield. Her wings cleaved the air, and her sword cleaved the Spines.

She lanced columns of magical force into their ranks, incinerating dozens instantly. She dove at their commanders, swiftly severing their heads from their necks before they could even comprehend what was happening to them.

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A/N: Hey there everyone! I just got back from vacation. I had to wait for my new editor to get caught up with this story, but I was able to email Todger the next part before I left. Anyway, here’s the next part. I hope you enjoy it!

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By the time the ladies made it to their destination, everyone was there, even Meridian. Glancing at her future sister-in-law, Galeena noticed something different about Meridian. Soon she realized what the difference was. It was her appearance. Meridian’s normally wild hair was pulled up with combs showcasing her slim neck. Tendrils of hair curled down and she wore earrings. Was she wearing pink rouge on her cheeks? Galeena had never seen the young lady look so feminine before, not even at the banquet the night she arrived. Saying nothing, Galeena headed past her to where Torrence was. When she passed Meridian, she caught a whiff of a flowery smell and figured it was perfume. Even though Galeena’s mind was filled with questions, she remained silent. Suddenly she remembered that she had a telepathic connection to Verdius. Ankor and Torrence taught her how to use it, so she’d take advantage of it now.

“Verdius, did you notice the change in Meridian’s appearance?” she asked telepathically.

Verdius looked at Meridian before replying back through their private link.

“Yes, I do now.”

“Do you know why?”

“Oh, Meridian is in love with Rowan, the Fire Dragon Clan Ruler.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I once caught Meridian sneaking off to meet him near the border when Torrence and Ankor were on Earth. She was originally traveling to the area to visit Icarus’ family, but meeting Rowan was the real goal. I promised not to tell Lagina or the Council if she promised not to sneak off again. She did and told me Rowan was her soul mate.”

“That’s wonderful. But why did she sneak off in the first place?”

“No one else knows they are mates and tensions are a bit high between our clan and Rowan’s, especially since Torrence’s father, brother, and my dragon kin were found dead near the border.”

“Oh. Still though, I would think Meridian and King Rowan’s union be a good thing.”

“I am with you there.”

Minutes later the group was outside waiting for the next arrivals. Unlike the last party, this one didn’t have as many due to the distance. In fact, Torrence was expecting less from the other clans because of that very reason. There was a part of him that hoped the rulers of the Light and Golden Dragon Clans would show up. As the Fire Dragon Clan entourage descended, Torrence felt himself tense up a bit. He could feel his partner react the same way. Even though the two clans were semi-friendly with each other, it did not stop Torrence from wondering if someone from Rowan’s clan killed his two family members and their partners.

Galeena saw how Torrence stiffened up and said the same thing he said earlier, “It’ll be fine.”

Torrence turned quickly to Galeena, saw her encouraging grin, and relaxed a bit as he returned her smile. Happy she was able to calm her love down Galeena turned her attention to their new guests who had just landed. The Fire Dragons were mostly red with some maroon and orange coloring. They also appeared more gruff and fierce than their Water Dragon counterparts, even though they were about the same size.

The duo in front was two more from Galeena’s Elements series that she painted. Galeena recalled that King Rowan’s painting had been particularly hard because she felt different emotions coming from him every time she dreamt of him. She ended up painting the side she felt most at peace with; a guardian. Rowan was the exact same height and build as Torrence. His hair was scarlet red with long bangs that split at the top of his head and framed his face. The rest of his hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and his eyes were maroon. His skin was bronze and Galeena could spot a few scars on his arms and legs.

His clothing was a bit more simplistic than the other two clans. Where the clothing of the Wind and Water Dragon Clans looked like they were from the middle ages, the Fire Dragon Clan members’ clothing looked to be inspired by Ancient Roman times. There was a reason why their clothing was minimalistic. It was due to the hot climate of the Redstone Mountains. On the other hand, the accessories the clan wore were more ornate and grand due to the clan’s specialty in metal making. A prime example of this skill was Rowan’s scepter holding the Fire stone, which looked like a ruby. The scepter was made of different colored metals that twisted together beautifully and looked like a torch.

Galeena turned Çankaya travesti her attention to Rowan’s partner, an orange and red male dragon named Ferric. He appeared just as stern as his partner. After Rowan and the human members of his clan dismounted, they approached the others. Torrence and his group bowed or curtseyed first before their guests did the same. After that, they stood there, the silence and tension growing. Finally, Ankor intervened.

“Rowan! It’s good to see you again.” He said coming forward to greet the ruler.

Rowan turned to the sorcerer and grinned a bit.

“It’s good to see you too Ankor. I hope the humidity here hasn’t caused you too much trouble.”

Ankor chuckled before Torrence replied, “We’re at a high enough elevation for that not to be an issue, Lord Rowan. At least it doesn’t scorch here.”

“The heat only makes my clan stronger though.”

For the next minute or two, Rowan and Torrence threw little insults at each other. Galeena wondered if anyone was going to stop them. She herself felt growing frustration towards both of the rulers, especially when she saw the looks of embarrassment from Lagina, Daphene, Meridian, and a matronly-looking woman from Rowan’s group. Normally, Galeena was a patient person, but even she had her limits. Finally she snapped.

“Would you two cut it out already?! Both of you are full grown men, not children!”

This reaction caused the two rulers to stop arguing and all eyes turned to Galeena. Torrence saw Galeena’s face flushed with anger and instantly regretted his actions. Rowan felt the same way and sought to rectify the situation.

“Forgive me, my lady. Lord Torrence and I tend to be at odds.”

“Well next time you two act this way, wait until you are in private and away from an audience.”

Rowan nodded, admiring the lady’s spirit. He figured this was the Lady Galeena who was betrothed to Torrence. All rulers received invitations to the upcoming nuptials, as it was customary.

“I shall do my best to heed your advice, my lady. My name is King Rowan Drake of Molter.” Rowan replied before bowing again.

Galeena curtseyed and answered, “It’s an honor to meet you, your majesty. My name is Lady Galeena and I am Lord Torrence’s betrothed. Would you be so kind as to introduce me to the other members of your party?”

Rowan smiled and did so. There were only four dragoons, their partners, and the matronly woman. One of the dragoons was Rowan’s younger sister, Fiona, and her partner was a red-orange female dragon named Eris, who was Ferric’s sister. The matronly woman was Rowan and Fiona’s mother, Queen Catherine. Her partner was a male dragon named Pyros. His scales were orange and he appeared to be the ‘gentlest’ of the Fire Dragons, even though his voice had a bit of growl to it.

After introductions were finished, everything seemed to have gone back to normal. As Lagina led Rowan’s group into the palace, Galeena noticed how Rowan and Meridian looked at each other. Torrence saw this look too and it took all of his control not to frown. He did not like anyone seeing his youngest sister, let alone the ruler he got along with the least. It was pretty ironic, seeing how his father and Rowan’s father, the late King Rolland, were best friends. Torrence wondered why he and Rowan never clicked. He wished things had been different, but the past was in the past and he must focus on the present and future.

Seeing Rowan’s group settling in, Torrence and Cerulos went to check on the status of the other arrivals. As king, Torrence had to keep tabs on scouts in the kingdom. They were situated at towers with detector stones in them that could locate magical signals and movement. The palace had its own detector stone and it was the biggest one in the kingdom. Located in the highest part of the palace, it was heavily guarded. There were four dragoons and dragons situated around a door, leading to the chamber the stone were in. Torrence and Cerulos entered the chamber. The stone was an oval shape, ten feet tall and grey in color and was held on a stand. Several people were observing it. The stone had to be constantly monitored; hence, there were five shifts that rotated so no one became tired. The ones who watched it at night were all singles who didn’t have families to take care of yet. All monitors used the stone for communication purposes too. Ankor created the stones in his youth.

When Torrence and Cerulos entered the room, everyone stopped and bowed.

“Any news on the other guests?” Torrence asked.

“Yes your majesty. Lord Garrison and his entourage just passed the town north of Çankaya travesti us and will be here in ten minutes.” A female monitor replied, referring to the leader of the Earth Dragon Clan.

“That’s good.” Torrence replied.

“Lord Hugo’s group arrived at our southern port an hour ago, so they should be here within the hour.” Said a male monitor.

Even though the majority of Nordina was one landmass, it still had islands around the mainland. Riviral was the closest area to it, but it still took almost a month to get there by ship. By dragon it took several weeks. Centuries ago it was by mutual consent that no conferences would be held in the two hidden clans as well as Nordina and Cystralla. The latter two were too far to travel to for the Dark and Ice Dragon Clan Rulers. With the two hidden clans it became too hard to find them. With the Light and Golden Dragon Clans incognito for years now, it did not cross anyone’s minds.

“What about Lord Vyx’s party?” asked Torrence.

“We just got word that they’ve past the Enigma Cliffs’ border. By the rate they are traveling, I say they will be arriving about the same time as Lord Hugo.” Said the third monitor, which was a dragon.

“It amazes me how fast Vyx’s party travels.” Commented Torrence.

“It’s because they always leave early, especially this time of the year when they get blizzards.” Cerulos said.

Torrence nodded and turned to the monitors.

“Thank you for everything. Keep up the good work.” Torrence told the workers before he and Cerulos left.

It wasn’t long before Galeena found herself greeting new arrivals. The party from the Earth Dragon Clan consisted of King Garrison Harold of Tagon, his partner, two dragoons, their partners, Garrison’s father, retired King Carter, and his partner. Garrison was the oldest of the rulers, already in his mid-thirties, married with three kids, all boys from ages five to twelve. His wife would have come, but their youngest was ill with a high fever, so his father came instead. Garrison almost did not come, but his wife made him come because of the conference’s importance. Introductions went without a hitch this time, until Verdius was introduced as Galeena’s partner.

“What? This little pipsqueak is your partner Lady Galeena?” exclaimed Garrison’s partner, an emerald green male dragon named Grogar.

Much like the Wind Dragons, the Earth Dragons looked like Eastern dragons from Earth.

Once again, Verdius almost lost his temper, but Galeena replied calmly, “He’s still growing good sir. Cerulos believes he’ll be bigger than him at some point, at least twenty feet tall. Are you still growing? You’re about the same height as Verdius.”

“Um, no.”

“Oh I see. Well it was a pleasure meeting you Sir Grogar. Next time can you please not insult my friend.” Galeena requested with a sweet smile, but anyone could detect the edge in her voice.

“Yes, ma’am.” Grogar replied, blushing in embarrassment.

This earned a chuckle from Garrison and the rest of the new arrivals.

“Don’t mind my partner Lady Galeena. He’s known to say the first thing that pops into his head.” Garrison explained.

The ruler had a grounded demeanor about him that made Galeena comfortable in his presence. This was helped by his appearance. His chocolate brown hair was straight and came down an inch below his shoulders. His complexion was peachy in color and his eyes were light brown. He was of medium build and his height was in between Zephyr and Torrence. The Earth stone looked like an emerald and its scepter was made out of wood. Garrison and the other humans in his party dressed simple like the Fire Dragon Clan so their clothes wouldn’t get snagged in the trees of the Emerald Mountains. Like Grogar most of the other Earth Dragons had different shades of green, but they were darker and one was all brown. That one was Carter’s partner, a female dragon named Sienna.

After Lagina made sure the Earth Dragon Clan members were settled, she and Galeena checked the kitchen to see if lunch was almost done. One of Galeena’s future duties was to make sure big meals were served on time.

“About time, I was starting starve here.” Verdius replied when he learned lunch would be served on time when the other rulers had arrived.

“Really, Verdius, you need to be more patient.” Scolded Lagina.

“Seeing how this is the first time he mentioned food Lagina, I’d say he has learned to be more patient.” Added Coreal.

“Yeah!” shouted Verdius.

“On the other hand, he still needs to work on his voice control.” Said Coreal, causing Verdius to lower his head.

“Don’t Travesti Çankaya worry Verdius. You’ll get better.” Galeena encouraged, earning a small smile from Verdius.

Just as the monitors predicted, the parties from the Silver and Dark Dragon Clans arrived at the same time. Both groups were greeted simultaneously since they landed at the same time. The dragons of the Dark Dragon Clan were Eastern in appearance and all black. The Silver Dragons were silver, although a few of them had blue coloring to them. Both groups had three people and dragons each.

The two leaders made Galeena uneasy. King Vyx Ivan of Xanus reminded her of the tales of the Ice Queen, only he was male, and he did look like the portrait she did. Just as she wondered, Vyx’s eyes were grey and fox like. His hair was silvery blue, with short hair in the back and longer in the front. His skin tone was almost white. Even though he was the shortest of the rulers, he had that aura about him that screamed stern. This is why he made her feel uneasy, even though he was very polite. His silver partner Blitz had the same feel. The Silver stone looked like a diamond. In Vyx’s party there were two dragoons and their partners.

It was the same with Hugo’s party. King Hugo Evan of Samson had skin as pale as Vyx’s, but that’s where the similarities ended. Hugo’s hair was comb back and was a coal black color. His eyes were just as black and he was the same height as Garrison. The Dark stone looked liked an onyx. When Galeena met him, he did greet her cordially, but there was something off about him and his partner, a male dragon named Weston. She wouldn’t worry about it now.

“Well, now that we’re all here, everyone can freshen up and we’ll have lunch soon.” Replied Torrence.

Everyone else nodded and Lagina led the way.

Lunch was served in the larger dining room. Galeena noticed the seating arrangements. The Silver and Wind Dragon Clans were seated with the Water Dragon Clan on one side. The fire Dragon Clan sat on the opposite end, with the Earth and Dark Dragon Clans near them. Ankor opted to sit next to Rowan to help keep the peace. Something told Galeena that the peace wouldn’t last long. The conference itself only consisted of the rulers and their partners. They would talk about events that happened that year as well as current and upcoming events that affected all clans. Ankor was allowed to attend the conference, but only as an observer and could only interfere if things got out of order. The dragoons and dragons that came with the rulers would guard the room they would be in.

Galeena would be helping Lagina host activities for the rest of their guests. After the conference was over, there would be some free time before dinner. Tomorrow a dance was planned for the guests to help them relax and to help create camaraderie between clan rulers. Galeena was looking forward to it.

At the moment, she was talking to Beatrice and Zephyr, who were asking her about her wedding plans. Tallisa was sitting next to Galeena, followed by her twin. They helped give out the details that Galeena could not remember.

“Have your seamstresses started on your gown?” Beatrice asked.

“Yes. The day after the twins arrived we went to the seamstresses and they helped us come up with a design.” Galeena answered.

“So you’re having a winter theme huh? Where did the idea come from?” asked Zephyr.

“Well, it was the color scheme that inspired the theme.”

“You ought to visit Cystralla for some inspiration.” Beatrice recommended.

Galeena never thought of that and immediately turned to Torrence with a hopeful look. The twins turned to Torrence also.

“That is actually a good idea. What do you think cousin?” Tamera asked Torrence.

“And just what do you plan on doing there exactly?” Torrence asked in return.

“Oh get a few extra things.” Tallisa smiled.

“Well, as much as I would love the idea of travelling to Cystralla right now, unfortunately the wedding is less than a month away. Travelling wouldn’t be good right now because we’re all busy enough as it is.”

Galeena was sadden by this, but knew he was right.

Seeing the disappointment in Galeena’s eyes, Torrence added, “However, we can go to there for our honeymoon.”

This earned a bright smile from Galeena.

“Thank you Torrence. I miss seeing snow.” She said.

Torrence took her hand and kissed the top of it, causing her to blush and everyone else around them to smile.

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A/N: The next part will be the last section of Ch. 6. And no worries we will be exploring more of Fraidel. It was really fun coming up with the different personalities of these rulers. You’ll get to know their dragon partners better. Comments are appreciated, but no flames please. I do hope ya’ll will continue to hang on with me. Next submission will be for Stones of Incienda. I hope ya’ll check that one out too.

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Subject #01

Birth name: Kathrine Elizabeth Miller

Date of birth: September 7th 2000

Height: 5’5″ (1.65 m)

Weight: 150 pounds (ca. 68 kg)

Post Experiment name: Kitty

Programming: Ditsy Bimbo

Arrival date: March 15th 2018

Duration of change: March 17th — May 17

Experiment notes:

Miss Miller was the typical plain Jane when she arrived at my doorstep. Messy hair, glasses, baggy clothes, make up free, an overall frumpy and unkempt appearance.

When we sat down for our preliminary chat, she told me how she couldn’t handle the pressure of being a top student, a model daughter and a good friend.

When her grades and appearance started slipping, the relationship with her peers changed. The people she considered friends started ignoring her, teachers became indifferent but what caused her to leave home was a rather nasty fight with her parents.

She came to me, hoping to get a new start. She wanted to escape the pressure of intelligence and become a carefree ditz. As a legal adult she could make that decision by herself however I had to confirm she was absolutely Bostancı travesti sure about going through the procedure. After clearing up the details, we started the process.

I assigned her a pastel and provocative wardrobe then I put her on a balanced diet along with special supplements that will prepare her body for the final phase. A special beauty treatment followed, cream to soften her skin and eliminate acne and black heads, shampoo to revive her greasy and falling hair, laser treatment to remove unwanted body hair.

With the beauty phase complete we moved on to the experimental stage. She was scared at first but with a little encouragement she calmed down.

After she dressed in the custom enhancement suit, she laid on the table where I then placed the programming helmet on her head. I checked her vital signs often to ensure her safety, she responded well to the treatment.

After a few hours the machine turned off by itself and I unhooked the subject. Her breasts increased in size from B cups to DD with perky nipples, her body became more toned and her posterior had Bostancı travestileri increased in size as well. Unexpectedly her hair lightened in color to an almost platinum blonde color.

No adverse reaction to the hormones or the activation agent was observed. Increased libido was noted.

Programming settled in well, no signs of brain damage thankfully. Now known as Kitty, the subject became a cheerful and sexual being. A delight to have around actually. She is very skilled at relieving stress.

The experiment was a success. Kitty now lives with me and is much happier as an air headed and sweet bimbo.

Kitty, formerly known as Katherine, was not a helpless idiot by any means. Simply innocent and clueless. I have no use for drooling morons.

My process is reversible but it is rare for people to request to be turned back. I charge according to the person’s income and the procedure in question as well as my particular feelings towards the person. Unethical? Maybe but truth be told I do enjoy and take pride in my work. I have my needs you know.

Journal entry #x

I Travesti bostancı spend two entire decades developing my drugs, solutions and machines. Hard work that paid off. The people I’ve helped before Kitty did not stay in my care, they just wanted quick, cheap and safe plastic surgery.

I can’t blame them or influence their decisions and my projects need funding. That’s the unfortunately reality of science, you can’t do much without the necessary resources.

Fortunately I have my, somewhat ethical, l ways of gathering funds. I didn’t crawl my way out of dirt and scraping pots to stop now. I am so close to the life I’ve always dreamed of, I won’t give up while I’m ahead, I need to do this, I want to do this, I must do this.

Journal entry

x

I’ve been called a mad scientist before and while I initially hated the moniker I came to like it over the years. It does fit when it comes to certain parts of my experiments. With all the beauty, chemical and genetic work involved plus I find sewing to be a rather relaxing activity.

I have enough rooms at the mansion for plenty of permanent residents. My subjects are well cared for and have no essentials missing, if they are well-behaved I reward them accordingly. Kitty loves getting new clothes and toys. Both for her pleasure and of the innocent kind. The way her pretty blue eyes light up and her pearly white smile are just too hard to resist.

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This woman was the perfect target, blonde, attractive, young and walking alone down a dimly-lit street. Dirk wondered if she’d heard about him–the stories of his conquests had been splattered in the papers for weeks–and if she did, how dared she walk down HIS street? He hadn’t seen a lone female here for over a week and his cock was killing him. Dirk’s dark soul emanated putrid delight as he crept up on the woman, then grabbed her from behind.

To Dirk’s surprise, the woman didn’t struggle. She just stood there, calmly. Her heart rate hadn’t even increased. When he took his hand off her mouth and spun her around, she looked at him with a blank expression. “You have chosen the wrong victim.” So she had heard about him. Fucking cunt! His cock grew hard, not so much over the sex he would have but the excitement of breaking this bitch, making her beg for mercy and not giving it to her. Dirk forced her into the alleyway and slammed her against a wall. She flinched a bit out of pure reflex, but never lost her composure. “You are making a mistake, but if you stop now you can still be redeemed.”

Dirk slapped her and blood trickled from the side of her mouth. Still she did not cower. He ripped her shirt open, tore off her bra, and grabbed one of her tits. “You are getting closer to the point of no return,” she warned. “You cannot follow the Evil Ones and expect to never suffer the consequences.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” With a meaty slap, he forced her to the ground, lifted her skirt up, and tore her panties off. No way was she not going to scream now. He plunged into her, shoving her face into the concrete as he violently thrust in and out. Her response was nil but Dirk loved forcing her, anyway. Maybe he’d knocked the bitch out and she couldn’t scream. He climaxed quickly and blood trickled out of her opening along with his semen. Still, he was really pissed off. He’d wanted her to beg him to stop, like the rest of them had done. There was one other thing he could do to make her beg. He pulled a knife out of his boots, then pulled the woman up by her hair and dragged her to the wall. She simply stared at him, her eyes and face devoid of expression. He held the knife to her throat.

The knife dropped out of his hand and he watched, mesmerized, as it fell to the ground and the long blade rattled, gleaming in the streetlights, the clattering metal calling out to him. He wanted to swim in the silver depths, allow the thick metallic liquid to engulf him. He perched himself on a rooftop and dove in, reveling in the sensation of sound giving way to silence as he broke beneath the mirrored surface. But now he could not move his limbs. He was drowning, struggling to cough up the fire water destroying his lungs and stopping his air. The silver sea was made of blades, cutting at his throat. Blood poured out of the gash and from his mouth and nostrils. He could no longer call out, having no dying breath.

Dirk was sitting on the ground, immobile, and the woman was looking at him. Amazingly, the wounds he had inflicted upon her body were gone, her clothes neat and tidy. She smiled, the first time he had seen any emotion creep across her face. “I gave you the chance to redeem yourself, Dirk Kentowski,” she told him. “If you had let me go, your nightmare would have ended. Instead, it is only just beginning. So the spirits have decreed, and so it will come to pass.” His desire to kill her had evaporated and been replaced by an icy fear, though he had no idea what he was afraid of. She turned to go. Her movements were so fluid, so graceful, that it appeared she floated above the ground.

He could do nothing but stare straight ahead. He had no idea how much time had passed when an intense fatigue overwhelmed him and a voice inside himself told him to go home. Walking was a tortuous chore. Each time Dirk took a step he felt as though he had to wrench his feet out of the hands of some demon clawing at his ankles. When he arrived at his squalid basement apartment, Dirk collapsed just steps inside and knew no more.

Another drop of muddy water splashed in his eyes and he awoke, sputtering. His face was thoroughly wet. A new crack had formed in the ceiling and water could be heard running in the apartment upstairs. Dirk cursed his neighbor and moved the slop bucket from the last place where a leak had sprung. Then he moved to the tiny bathroom and splashed fresh water on his face. His hands froze, then moved over silky soft skin and a face that seemed to have lost its definition. It had to be his imagination. Dirk toweled the water out of his eyes before looking in the mirror.

He gasped and the towel fell to his feet. The reflection was definitely him, but the face was more a boy’s than a man’s. The stubble he had expected was mere peach fuzz, thin and light peach fuzz, not even noticeable unless he stared at a close-up view. His features had softened remarkably. His eyebrows were thinner and his lashes longer, just like his hair, which had lightened from brown to dark blonde and was now just above his shoulder. His face was almost a different shape, no longer square Kadıköy travesti but angular, and it matched the neck. Where the Hell was his Adam’s Apple? A yelp escaped his full lips and sounded more like a high-pitched shriek. Dirk clasped his hands around his mouth, thin hands with long fingers and perfectly manicured nails!

Terrified to make another sound, Dirk stripped completely and examined every inch of his body in the mirror. All of his “parts” seemed to be in order, but the same transformation that had occurred in his face echoed throughout his body. He looked more a boy than a man. His once-proud 9 1/2-incher was now a 6 at best, and his balls had also shrunken. His pubic hair was still there, but it was different somehow, the texture indescribably altered. His feet were smaller too, his skin as soft as a newborn’s bottom.

Dirk slapped himself, shrieking again. He was still there. He slapped himself again and again, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth, and HE WAS STILL THERE. Not since he was a small boy had he wanted to cry, and now he was having trouble holding it back. Numbly, he stepped into the shower and replayed the previous night’s events in his head.

“So the spirits have decreed, and so it will come to pass.”

He forced himself not to drop the soap even though his entire body shook with fear. Never had he feared a woman, but he kept seeing the blonde woman’s face, smiling at him, then cackling. He began singing to himself in an effort to rid his mind of the woman, but the voice that emerged came from an alien whose tone was several pitches higher than his. He stopped the singing quickly. When he emerged from the shower and stood in front of his closet, he found that he didn’t much like the jeans and tee-shirts there. He wanted something more colorful, something nicer to the touch…NO! His mind screamed at itself. He had to go for a walk, maybe get the paper. Yes, that always made him feel good, reading about his exploits on the front page.

On his way to the newsstand he passed a construction site. Several very large men with hardhats were whistling at someone. Dirk turned to see what it was that had attracted their attention, then felt horror creeping up his spine when he realized they were yelling at him. He definitely looked like a man, but his hair and features had made him a very effeminate man. “Hey, girly girl!” the burly man with the sledgehammer yelled, grabbing his crotch. Grabbing that huge bulge in his crotch, that huge throbbing cock just wanting to be sucked….Dirk shrieked again and ran away to a renewed chorus of catcalls and propositions.

His heart was pounding in his throat by the time he reached the newsstand. When the young male clerk made hand contact while taking Dirk’s money, Dirk felt an electric shock in his crotch and salivated. Quickly, he headed for the “safety” of his apartment, grateful that he had no job to go to. Thank God and Uncle Sam for welfare. He took a shortcut so as not to go past the construction site again, a shortcut that led him back where he had raped the blonde the night before. He shivered even though it was well over 80 degrees and gasped for air.

There was no mention of him in the paper. Dirk was puzzled. Had the woman not reported it? Maybe not…He didn’t want to think about THAT WOMAN!! He turned his attention back to the paper. A department store was having a large menswear sale. All men’s underwear was 50% off through Thursday. Dirk studied the tight young male models grinning at him from the ad supplement, thrusting their hips forward discreetly, yet very suggestively. One blond man in particular was down on one knee, his hand halfway down his thigh, just wanting to touch that big bulge bursting through that thong…Before Dirk knew it, he had his dick out and was jerking off in the direction of the underwear model. He closed his eyes and imagined the man’s lips wrapped around his cock, then his own lips wrapped around the model’s, then the model bending him over and thrusting in and out, pumping wildly and moaning as he came right into Dirk’s lovely little pussy…

The paper was splattered with Dirk’s cum before he realized he had been imagining himself with a pussy. But it didn’t matter to him so much, not now. The fatigue was coming over him again. He had to lie down on the couch. He had to rest. His eyelids fluttered and the last thing he saw before dozing off was the blonde woman, wrinkling her nose at the soiled newspaper, then smiling once again.

“So the spirits have decreed, and so it will come to pass.”

It was nearly 8 p.m. before Dirk awoke again. His shirt was too tight, its fabric confining his chest…

Dirk screamed and ran into the bathroom. There were two mounds under his shirt, huge ones. Dirk tore off the shirt and a pair of perfectly-molded breasts with lovely pink nipples sprang out. Dirk touched the nipples and sent shockwaves through his body. It felt good to touch himself, but it would be even better if a man were doing it, he thought, especially if the man were fucking him at the same time! Dirk’s Kadıköy travestileri mind screamed again but he could not perish his thoughts. He still had his cock, but it was unbearably hard and he knew the only thing that would relieve it would be another cock.

The closet looked as though it belonged to another person, a female person. Instead of jeans and t-shirts there were pretty skirts and sexy dresses and nylons and stockings and garter belts. The underwear drawer was brimming with matching bra and panty sets in his size. Dirk was repulsed by his actions and felt as though he would vomit, yet he could not stop the intense urge to slip on those clothes. He loved the feeling of the silk and lace against his soft, flawless skin, the pressure of the underwire underneath his heavy breasts and the satin teasing his hard little nipples. The make-up he found in the bright, colorful purse was just divine! He spent a good half-hour in front of the mirror, primping and combing and taking great care in making himself beautiful. His subconscious was rebelling at his every move, yet he could not stop. And there was one more thing he could not stop: the hunger. The hunger for a cock, for hot cum in his mouth and in his ass, for a cock in his mouth and another in his ass, maybe while a third man sucked him off.

Dirk hobbled for a few minutes in his spiked heels before getting the hang of them. Mechanically, he drove to a part of town he knew of but had never visited and walked into a bar he would have been tempted to set explosives in only a day before. It was all men, everything from masculine muscle men to outrageous drag queens. The drag queens didn’t interest Dirk. He made a beeline for the construction guy he had seen earlier that day. The construction man and his two big friends greeted Dirk warmly and asked his name.

“Dolly,” was the answer, though Dirk had no idea where the name had come from. Dolly wanted to fuck the hell out of these men. Dirk wanted to run. Dirk wanted to vomit. Dirk wanted to die. But Dolly was in control and she wasn’t about to give up her power.

There were private rooms in a cordoned-off area of the club. That’s where Dolly went with her three new friends, Jim, Larry, and Burt. Dolly salivated as the big men peeled her clothes off and let her remove theirs, exposing their well-toned physiques with bulging muscles and huge, fat cocks to match. Dolly got down on her knees and Burt put his cock in her mouth, telling her how great it felt when she began to suck it, reveling in the taste of Burt’s pre-cum and wanting more. She sucked Burt while Jim sucked her cock and Larry got behind her and rubbed his shaft against her back as he fondled her tits. They all took turns, switching places until Dolly had tasted each one of their cocks and they had tasted hers.

Then it was time for the real fun. Dolly deep-throated Larry as Jim parted her virgin asshole and plunged in, moaning and yelping as he drilled her with his enormous dick. The room spun as Larry’s cock twitched and Dolly knew she would cum. Thick hot liquid blasted into her mouth and into her ass at the same time. Dolly lapped up every drop of Larry’s cum as Burt prepared to take his turn with her. He thrust his cock into the same cum-filled hole Jim had just pulled out of, and he leaned over to jack Dolly off as he drilled her. Dolly was a wildwoman, screaming and bucking and meeting every one of Burt’s thrusts until they finally came together, he into her ass and she onto his hand.

By the time Dolly stumbled out of the club, Dirk felt the demons clutching as his ankles again, trying to pull him underground. He wished they would. He wanted to give into them, to die, to end this Hell now. He couldn’t even vomit. His stomach just retched over and over. And once again, the moment Dirk stumbled into his apartment he fell to the floor and into a deep, dreamless sleep, cum still dripping out onto his silk panties. And again he saw the blonde woman. She patted his head and stroked his long, thick hair.

“So the spirits have decreed, and so it will come to pass.”

The next morning, Dirk knew his cock was gone. He could tell. It no longer strained against his panties. Dirk had often imagined about what it would have been like to have his very own tits and cunt. He imagined masturbating them in a frenzy. But instead he felt an unspeakable horror. His cock was gone, replaced by these alien organs that he hated and adored at the same time. He reached for his purse and pulled out a wallet. There was his picture on the driver’s license, or at least the picture that was him now. The address was the same, but the name was different.

Dolly Walling.

Dirk Kentowski had ceased to exist. The world had lost track of him. Even the mail that had piled up for the past couple of days was addressed to Dolly. Dolly’s voice was on the answering machine. Every scrap of paper had Dolly’s handwriting on it, not Dirk’s. Sure, there were still people around who remembered Dirk, but Dirk had disappeared rather suddenly a little over a week before, right after the Travesti kadıköy police had questioned him about the serial rapes occurring in his neighborhood. No one knew where Dirk was and no one cared. Everyone who had known him wished him dead, anyway. And the only person who knew Dirk’s “whereabouts” wasn’t telling anyone. Dolly had been born and she loved her new life, especially men. Dolly loved men and loved fucking them. She had an insatiable sexual appetite.

Dolly spent her days playing with her pussy, using the many sex toys she had in a special trunk. Often she would use two dildos on herself at once, one in her pussy and the other in her ass, but nothing was as good as a cock in her pussy and another in her ass. She indulged in that often, too. Her nights were spent hunting for men to fuck, then bringing them back to her apartment to enjoy. The more men she had, the better. Dolly would get down on all fours and let five or six men gangbang her, taking their turns at her pussy and ass even as she continued to suck cock. It turned her on to have cum from all those different men dripping out of her hole, and she could have an infinite number of orgasms.

During each session, Dirk was inside Dolly’s body, screaming and begging for Dolly to stop, but Dolly laughed at Dirk. Fuck Dirk. She liked being able to keep him in line the same way she kept all of her men in line. Dirk threatened to kill Dolly’s body, but Dolly wouldn’t let him control her limbs. She would have a knife in her hand, cutting vegetables for dinner, and she would laugh as Dirk futilely tried to make her hand bring the knife to her wrist. Dirk tried to get Dolly to pick up the gun she kept for protection and put it to her own head, but she laughed at those attempts, too.

Two months of Hell had passed for Dirk before he saw that blonde BITCH again. Actually, after he called her a bitch he felt more afraid than ever. He knew she heard him even though he had been unable to make the sounds come out of Dolly’s mouth. The woman arrived at the apartment and Dolly greeted her warmly, with a kiss. Dolly’s pussy twitched and Dirk knew Dolly wanted to fuck the woman, too. Dirk knew he should have been happy about that, but the woman repulsed him so much, sex revolted him so much now that he’d been forced to endure it for so long, that the once-erotic thought of a lesbian encounter filled him with a new sense of dread.

The blonde spoke to Dirk as Dolly began to finger her lovely, flawless pink pussy. “I warned you, Dirk Kentowski. You had a choice that night. Had you not attacked me, the Spirits of Light would have flooded your body and exorcised the Evil Ones you embraced for so long. You could have just let me go that night. Rather, you could have just let my spirit go.” The blonde threw her head back and moaned as Dolly played with her engorged clit. “You see, Dirk, you didn’t even hurt my body, the way you hurt my sister’s. You remember my sister, right Dirk? She was your eighth victim. You beat her almost to death and left her body in a trashcan. A homeless man found her. She was in a coma for two weeks. She still walks with a limp from the brain damage you gave her. It will take some time for me to heal her.”

Dirk used to feel turned on when thinking about his victims, but not now. He knew now what it was to be forced, to have your power taken away, to have not just your body violated, but your soul. “There were nine of them before I stopped you, Dirk. Nine women who did nothing to you. But you had to listen to the Evil Ones who told you to hurt them.”

The blonde was naked now, and Dolly suckled on her nipples while thrusting her favorite dildo in and out of her lesbian lover. The blonde heard Dirk as he screamed apologies and begged for mercy, but she paid him no heed. She was enjoying her orgasms too much and she knew Dirk just wanted the sex to stop. She pushed Dolly’s head between her legs and moaned as Dolly probed every pink petal, every sweet fold and crevice, before taking the little knob in her mouth and making the blonde squeal with pleasure. Now Dolly was tongue-fucking the blonde and the blonde was thinking about how sweet Dolly’s pussy was going to taste even as her own need continued to build, finally releasing in an incredible burst of warm wetness that left the blonde screaming Dolly’s name.

Dirk just felt violated once again. Once again, he hadn’t wanted to do this and he’d been made to. “I’m sorry! I’M SO FUCKING SORRY!!!” he screamed, but the blonde just laughed and licked her lips as Dolly stripped in front of her. “I promise I’ll be different if you just let me come back.”

The blonde took her time on Dolly’s nipples before deciding to answer Dirk. “Even if I wanted to do that, I cannot. This is the only way your soul can be redeemed, Dirk.” She positioned herself in between Dolly’s legs and took a long, loving lick. “Mmmmmmm. You will live in this body until it dies, Dirk, and it will not die for a long, long time. It is the only way your soul can be made clean again, the only way the spirits will ever forgive you. So the spirits have decreed, and so it will come to pass.” She dove in and ate Dolly’s pussy with great skill, reveling in the taste of girl-cum. Dirk wept as orgasm after orgasm racked Dolly’s body and fed her carnal appetite. Each wave of pleasure for her was a hot poker being shoved up inside him, ripping his organs apart.

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I heard the rumours throughout the party I was throwing. At first they said there was this girl half passed out in the back room and guys were taking turns fucking her. It worried me and I figured I should look into it – right after I finished this beer. Besides, if she were only half passed out she could just say no if she didn’t want it.

Next the rumour was that the girl was begging all the guys to cum on her bum. Well, she obviously wasn’t passed out. So no need to let it bother me.

The rumours kept changing, so they must not be true at all. They were doing a train on her ass. Or she was tied, ass up/face down. She was hot. She was plain. There were two girls. She had huge knockers. She was skinny and breastless. I learned to ignore them all.

Hours went by while I pounded down the drinks like crazy.

I just happened to pass by the doorway to the back room on my way back from draining the main vein. In my inebriated state I couldn’t even fully pull up my pants, then suddenly I spied a girl lying on a pile of coats. Was this THE girl? Or just some other girl who was sleeping it off in there? Nevermind, she was hot.

I staggered into my guest room, holding the door frame to keep from falling over. Stumbling, I fell face first into the girl’s pale smooth legs.

She was laying face down with half her legs hanging off the bed. Naked from the waste down my face was inches from her cum splattered pussy. Trying hard to see clearly, I saw her asshole was creamed with stringy goo too.

My first thought was that her boyfriend sure left a big load. Then it dawned on me that I was seeing multiple loads.

I’d never noticed before but cum smells funky. There was so much: how could it not smell? Did mine?

I pulled back then felt wetness on the side of my cheek. My head was spinning as I wiped it off. Staring at my hand I saw that I’d removed smeared cum from my face. I must’ve fallen harder and further than I’d thought.

That taste in my mouth must be cum too. I should have cared more. I was definitely too drunk. My eyes couldn’t focus as I tried to decide if I wanted to lick her quim. Better not to.

I saw this green T-shirt just out of reach on the bed. I needed it to clean up. Then to clean her up. I pictured myself carrying her to safety wrapped in a blanket. Then I pictured myself adding my spoo to the mess. I had to choose.

I crawled forward, then half passed out next to the unconscious lass just as my hand clutched the green shirt.

Not more than a moment later voices emerged from the master bath in that room. “We better get Lainey cleaned up before someone gets the wrong idea. There’s rumours floating around and if someone took advantage of her she’d never drink with us again.”

Wasn’t Lainey, Charlie’s girl? But that wasn’t his voice.

He kept talking to whoever, “Yea, I really wanna thank you guys again for thinking of me for your threesome. I cummed her three times.”

Then I heard Charlie’s reply, “Hey Mark. Who’s the other girl?”

Huh? I’d only seen the one.

“I dunno. She must’ve gotten here when we were in the bathroom.”

“Well, I’d do her if I weren’t all drained out.”

“You’d do a cantaloupe… But me too. Now help me get Lainey dressed.”

“Here use her panties to wipe all this cum off.” Face down, I could hear him taking care of the mess. Then Mark said, “No, don’t put ’em back on her all full of jizz.”

“Right. I’ll stick ’em in this bitch’s crotch. She’ll have quite a mystery when she wakes up and there’s another girl’s cum stained panties stuffed between her legs.”

The guys laughed like crazy. Then for whatever reason he stuck the panties between my legs instead of the second girls’. I objected weakly, feeling the spooge soaked panties pressed up against my nuts soggily. They were cold and slimy. There was so much wetness, like someone had wiped up a whole spilled milkshake. But lara travesti neither guy cared how gross it felt to me.

Barely able to stay awake I heard the guys struggling to get socks and various items of clothing on the cum filled girl.

They carried her away to safety, leaving me there face down with my legs hanging halfway off the bed.

I tried to get up but I was soo tired. I did manage to wipe my face before dropping down into the soft pile.

How much later, I don’t know. But then there were more voices. It was my two drunk friends Will and Bud. My words were slurred and my tongue wasn’t working right, but I asked the guys to help me out, “Haamp Will, come urrg here an’ gi’ Bud a han’ wi’ me.”

“What’d she say?”

Disoriented, I wondered, why everyone kept calling me ‘she’?

“I think she said ‘Will you cum here on my butt.’ “

“Then it’s true what they’re saying. Our lucky day!”

I lifted my head to get the drool-wet shirt out of my mouth and speak clearly, “Cun on aggh guys. Don’ be fuckin’ fuuuunny. Puy my pants uh an stay ‘way from muh ass.”

“Did you get that?”

“Not really. But I heard ‘fuck’, ‘pants’, and ‘ass’. I think she wants us to take her pants the rest of the way off and fuck her ass.”

I corrected his misinterpretation, forcing myself to speak clearly, “Fug an A, Dude. Dat’s aw wrong.”

Bud was adamant, “See?”

Will grabbed my pants by the cuff and tugged, “Why do girls always do these rhinestone designs on their pockets. You don’t see us guys decorating our jeans like this.

“It’s to make us look at their asses instead of their fat muffin tops. Works every time.”

My two friends tossed the rhinestone jeans aside. No wonder I’d been unable to pull them up before: the pants I’d retrieved from the bathroom floor weren’t mine.

“What’s this?”

“I don’t know what it is? Its blue…”

I heard their voices get closer, “It’s a pair of panties. She’s got her panties balled up on her twat. Let’s get ’em out of there and get a look at her pussy.”

Bud exclaimed, “Dude! I’m not touchin’ those. See how much cum is on ’em.”

“I suppose half the guys at the party left a load in there. Someone should have told us sooner. What if we didn’t happen to come back here before she left?”

“Well, you should take the panties out. We can’t fuck her if you don’t get rid of them.”

There was a long silence. Then, “Check this out. There’s like strings of sticky cum leaking out of her ass.”

I knew for a fact there was no cum in my ass. I wasn’t that drunk. It was just ON my ass, not IN my ass. Of course, it rubbed off the soaked panties. I tried to speak but it came out incoherently, “ack ON ass. Ung IN muh ass.”

“Dude. She’s right. She’s prelubed! And I AM NOT touching those with my hands.”

“Who’s first? I don’t suppose sloppy seconds are even relevant at this point.”

“Ladies first, Buddy.”

Bud chuckled sarcastically, “Yea, right. I’m gonna go before you stretch her out with that coke can cock you got there.”

“It’s not that big. You just got a pencil dick.”

I think I fell asleep for a minute. But the next thing I knew Bud had climbed up on my legs and I could feel his soft dick rubbing up on my thighs as he fumbled around doing whatever.

Lifting my head up high, I told him to stop, “hngg urr at oop.” But he didn’t listen.

In a minute his dick slid down between the panties and my slicked testicles. I could hear the glee in his voice, “Man, She’s wet and wanting it.”

His dickhead poked at my jewels uncomfortably making me squirm. He slapped my ass, “Good slut!”

I tried to buck him off but my body wasn’t cooperating.

Will called out from across the room, “look at how she wiggles. How deep are you?”

“Not deep at all. I’m just wetting myself…Karen won’t let me in her buggy.”

He pulled out of that crevice lara travestileri and slapped his cock down between my buns. I tried one last time to put an end to it, “Mrrr, un and not hrrum ga mm.” Next, I put my hands on the mattress next to me and pushed with futility. I was so weak.

Back and forth the slick pole went. Nothing hurt. It didn’t feel particularly huge or hard. Still, I knew all that slickness was from Mark and Charlie’s cum and Will was going to add more.

After that, what was obvious to both of them became obvious to my drunk self. Bud put his mushroom head right on my bung and pushed with his thumb. I complained, “Errg er gay mih Bud.”

The big head squeezed slowly past my ring then with a sudden pop it was inside, bringing slimey cum with it.

I howled. My scream turning to the retort that this was homoerotic: “Aaaah-faguhhty.”

Then the alcohol-numbed pain was gone. It hadn’t been that bad. I flopped down on the soiled pile of clothing in surrender.

Gradually Bud poked into my behind a little bit more with each attempt until eventually he was hovering over me in a push-up position. These early probes were no big deal, pleasant even.

I relaxed. I could handle this. The gentle stretching even felt kinda good. The gliding motion soothed the initial punch. I heard myself moan softly in pleasure.

Bud whispered near my ear, not that he would have been able to find it under all the coats that buried my upper body. “You like it, don’t you?”

What did I know in my partially conscious state? “Mmmm humm.”

Bud arched his back, driving his cock all the way. I felt his balls dipping down between my thighs. I felt his stomach flat on my body. And I felt him bottom out. Unfortunately, with this deeper penetration, his straight cock found a curve in my rectum it wouldn’t follow.

The pressure was intense. Every muscle in my body tightened, and my skin broke out in a cold sweat. I was relieved again when he pulled back.

I knew the following push was coming, but the intrusion felt sudden. He pounded my ass with unrelenting fervor. Every pull back allowed me to breathe easy, while every offensive made me clutch the blankets.

Faster and faster he went, until with a burning fury, Bud let loose, filling my virgin ass with a male ejaculation for the first time. Then he was gone.

Will was climbing on top as Bud was opening the door to leave. I heard a voice in the hall, “Hey, what’s going on in here?”

“Oh hey. Craig, Right? I was just leaving. But you’re free to take a turn at her.”

The latch clicked shut. And just who was Craig? This was my party in my house.

Meanwhile, Will wasted no time lining his fatter cock up with my abused chute. Exhausted as I was, I could do nothing to stop him.

Immediately I felt the wider girth. It was blunt and seemed to instantly get blocked. Will circled the rim and supporting his weight with one hand, grasped his shaft with the other. Guiding it in he pushed with his hips.

It was a steady onslaught but he persevered and forged a path with less difficulty than Bud had had. I feared the punch when it would pop my anal ring. But there was none.

The glide was silky smooth. The stretch was much greater than Bud’s but also felt nice.

But surely the deep foray behind enemy lines would be my undoing.

I sensed a presence at the side of the bed. It was Craig. Worried I would be discovered I used all my will to bury my head deeper. Craig spoke, “Who is she?”

“I don’t know. But she’s hot and she begged us to fuck her.”

Craig made an ‘um huh’ sound like he understood some deep truth. Will got a rhythm going. Then in a minute Craig asked, “Are you in her pussy, or asshole?”

“We’ve all been doing her ass, haven’t you heard the rumours all night?” Will ground against my distended hole yet it didn’t feel uncomfortably deep.

“Yea. Travesti lara I didn’t know she was real. Is she good?” I lay thinking that I was really good. The regular slip-sliding was proof that I was REAL good.

“She mostly just lies there. But how often do you find a smooth-assed girl that lets you fuck her tushy?”

“Hey!” I protested.

Craig answered the previous question. “Never.”

Sloppy butter-churning sounds from my ass filled the room until Will offered, “If you squeeze me with your asshole I’ll give you four stars.”

“Where’s the lube?” Asked Craig casually.

“Oh, we’re just using the previous load.” He fucked my slushy hole a few more strokes. “You get used to it.”

I clenched my anus. Just to prove I was a good fuck.

“That’s right girl. Keep that up and I’ll give you my five day load.” I wanted his load. He made me want it.

Craig interrupted again, “You’re sure there’s no lube?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s too wet for a little more lube to make a difference.” Craig tsked disapprovingly. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it. She’s got an amazing bubble butt. The perfect balance of fat and muscle.”

I loved the compliment, and with my drunken stupor wearing off, I pushed back at Will with my ass.

“Now you’re on, Baby! Keep doing stuff like that.”

Will corkscrewed my ass, and I clenched and fucked back at him. The combination was incredibly stimulating.

Quietly, Will sunk into my being, jerking and spasming into my ass. I hadn’t felt Bud’s stuff, but I swear I felt the warmth from Will’s jets.

We groaned. He slumped on me for a minute, then withdrew slowly and sensually. If he had just kept going I would have cum just from the ass fucking.

It fell out, slapping heavily on one bun and leaving a wet streak. I missed it being in me. I wanted him to fuck me again.

Will kissed the small of my back, “Thanks, Honey. You were a doll.” His belt jingled when he picked up his pants. His shirt swished when he pulled it over his head.

Craig grabbed my ankles rudely, pulling me to the edge of the bed roughly so my knees were on the floor. I was aware enough now that I didn’t want him to see my balls when the girly panties fell to the floor.

It didn’t matter as he was on top of me in a flash. Pulling roughly on my shoulders right through the coats. He wormed his cock into my gaped crinkle faster than you can say Rumplestiltskin.

His dick was thinner than Will’s and shorter than Bud’s, but it hurt. With no technique he pistoned carelessly with a boring in and out. How did he manage to do it badly?

Three minutes later he was done. I wasn’t even sure he came except that he stopped fucking me.

With an ‘Eww’ he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and wiped his cock clean.

While he was doing that I dashed for the privacy of the master bath and the warmth of the shower.

Twenty minutes later I had rejoined the party. I searched every room to make sure no hapless girl was in jeopardy.

Frank pushed his phone in my face trying to hide what he was showing me from the nearby gaggle of girls, “Check this out. There’s a slut in the last bedroom who’s taking all cummers up the ass.”

In the video I saw Will sitting on my thighs trying to wedge his fat cock up my ass. I was quite impressed with his chub. No one would know it was Will from the close-up vid. But I knew. And my ass really did look girly.

A minute later Brandon pushed his way in to see Frank’s phone, “Awww, she IS hot. But she’s gone now. I Guess I missed her.”

I created a story to disguise any possibility that they would recognize me, “That’s Lana, she does stuff like that when she drinks too much.”

Frank and Brandon seemed genuinely bummed. Without thinking, I added, “You know, I’m having another party in a couple weeks.” Then crafting the lie quickly I went on, “But I lost money on the booze tonight. It’s gonna be a ten dollar cover.”

Brandon could barely hide his intentions, “Who cares? Will Lana be there?”

I shrugged, “She said so. But we’ll see…”

Now I just had to figure out how to make sure that Will was the only one to find my half passed out body.

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SATURDAY

A yellow Dodge Ram truck parks into a spot at Melvindale Civic Center. It’s roaring engine ceases leaving quiet in the atmosphere once more. A cross emblem is on the trunk and the license plate says ‘G0DF1RST’. The gigantic, alpha man behind the wheel wore a dark blue suit with a big cross dangling down his white button up. His stark hair is black, gait is straight, and there’s a serious look on his middle aged face. He looks over to see a short, blonde women come around the hood. She flips her expensive purse over her shoulder and takes a glance at the single storied, modern building.

“I wonder why Moeko chose a pageant so far out.” She says as women and young children enter the building in packs. “I’m sure there are pageants upstate.”

“She said she was recommended this one.” The man says as he looks around the parking lot. “See Vehren’s car anywhere?”

The woman searches around, stopping at the far end where a Challenger sits next to a handicap spot. “I think that’s his car.”

“What’s the license plate say?” He said going towards the Challenger. “‘FUNS1ZE’? That’s him.” The man heads to the car, peering down into the window.

Vehren didn’t notice him until he knocks. He’s surprised, turning off the engine and opening the door. “Hey… I didn’t know if you were actually coming.” He said matching height with the man.

“Of course.” Pastor Vittar Voegeli gave his son a hug. “I’m here to support my granddaughter.” He pulls away awkwardly. “Where is she?”

“Inside getting ready. I was just about to smoke cigarette.”

“You should really stop smoking those.” Alma Voegeli tilts her head. “You’re ruining your lungs.”

“My lungs are already ruined.” I say with a scoff. “I’ll stop when I don’t have anxiety.”

“It’s not going to go away, love. You just have to find coping mechanisms better than nasty nicotine.” Alma comes in for a hug. “It’s nice to see you again!”

“Right, it’s nice to see you too, Alma.”

She pulls away and looks up to my dad. “Should we go inside.”

He looks at me. “We can. Are you coming?”

I go into my car and snatch the keys out of the engine. “Sure.” I lead the way into the building to the hall where other parents gather before a row of judges. No one is on stage yet, the show hasn’t started. I seat my dad and his wife, near the front so they can get a good glimpse of Eris. Alma sits between my father and I, she turns towards me to ask, “Where are Moeko and Eris?”

“In the dressing room. The show is about to start soon.”

She puts her hands together. “This is so exciting!”

“A little much for a four year old, don’t you think?” Dad looks around at the toddlers in heavy makeup.

“She isn’t wearing as much makeup everyone else.”

“As long as she isn’t dressing skimpy, I don’t care.”

“There will be a beach section, so don’t shit your pants when you see my daughter in a swimsuit.” My eyes roll into the aisle.

“How long will she be doing this?”

I look at him straightfaced. “Until she doesn’t want to anymore.”

“Are you sure she wants to do this, or is this mostly your idea?”

My head tilts. “She saw a commercial for ‘Toddlers and Tiaras’ and wanted to do it. I told her, ‘We can make that happen’, as in Moeko and I? Are you seriously badgering me at the competition?” Alma tries to calm me down, but I shake my head, “No. Why are you here?”

“I told you why, boy. To support Eris.”

“Am I in the way of that? Cause I’ll gladly move.” I turn my body to face the exit, seeing Moeko enter with Eris in her sparkly blue two-piece. She’s equipped with a gold band in her hair and matching slippers on her little feet. A miniature Princess Jasmine, having everything from the lumpy braid and gold necklace and wrist band. The top is ruffled and trimmed with gold sequins, while the pants are mesh spliced with a clear trail around her back waist. I smile as I watch my little girl come down the aisle, meeting her halfway.

“How do I look, Daddy?” She grins, then drops her jaw upon seeing, “Grandma!”

“Hi, baby girl!” Alma comes out from row of folded chairs and wraps her arms around Eris. “Say hi to Grandpa, too.”

Eris doesn’t, instead she gives him a hug and allows him to pick her up. “What made you choose this outfit, Eris?”

“Daddy made this for me.” She points at me.

My dad’s eyes actually widen and scan down her outfit. “He did?”

I pick my head up and look at Moeko. “I made all of her outfits.”

“This konyaaltı travesti is impressive, Vehren.” Alma examined the fabric. “It’s so silky. Is it comfy, baby?”

“Yeah! All of Daddy’s dresses are comfy.”

“You look absolutely amazing!” Alma exclaimed. “I’m guessing the first round is princess themed?”

“Yep.” I answer. “Next is Beach, then a Spring theme, mermaids, and finally, the Royal Round.”

“This sounds like it’s going to be a fun time.” Dad said putting Eris down.

“Ladies and gentleman,” the female announcer started, “We’ll be starting our preliminary event in about ten minutes. Please make sure all contestants are ready to perform. Ten minutes left until the show begins. Thank you.”

“Eris is number nine.” Moeko tells me.

“Perfect.” I see Coach Prue come into the auditorium with a box of props in her hands.

♂

The first little girl to hit the stage was none other than Havannah Abraham, Zugar Belladonna/Tsioni’s daughter. She went up there as Princess Tiana from the movie ‘The Princess and the Frog’, complete with a green dress and her puffy hair in a bun behind a tiara. Her props included a painted swamp backdrop with cardboard trees and tall grass. She had a stuffed frog for her prince, even kissing the plushie. The judges and crowd loved her, even I found her absolutely adorable.

After Havannah’s turn, while Prue leads her off the stage, I went up to Zugar in the front, stood by her to ask, “Where did you get the dress.”

Zugar Belladonna had her arms folded and a wad of gum in her mouth. Her hair was wildly curly down her back, blazing red with a bang. She looks me up and down before answering. “I had it custom made.”

“She looks great. Loving the flower top.”

Her jaw smacks. “This is only the beginning. Wait until you see her royalty outfit.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I saw your little girl in her Jasmine fit. She’s adorable.”

“Thank you. I made the fit myself.”

Zugar faces her body to me. “You make outfits?”

“Yeah.” I lean in. “Most of my dancing fits are made by me. I enjoy making costumes.”

Zugar tilts her head. “I’m sure you would’ve been cheaper than the bozo I paid for.” She snaps her finger. “More respectable too.”

“I’ve never done a commission, but I’m willing to open my doors.”

“Can you make me a new dancing outfit?”

I smile. “Of course.”

“I want it hot and hot pink.” She smacks her lips. “Imma trust you cause you do be looking good.”

“I do my best, thanks.”

“Gimme your number, Mars. Or… uh…” She corrects herself, “Varon.” There’s an uncertainty in her face.

“Vehren.” I correct her.

“My bad. People pronounce my name wrong all the time. It’s Tsioni.” She pulls out her iPhone from her back jean pocket and unlocks the screen. “What’s your number?” I tell her. “Nine-four-seven? Where you live?”

“Rochester Hills. It’s the Oakland County area code.”

“Boy, I’m three-one-three, from Detroit, baby!” She chuckles loudly. I pull out my phone upon feeling it buzz. “Imma text you, okay? Make me something pretty.”

“I gotcha.” I save her number. The next contestant is a little boy, he’s dressed as Prince Charming and the crowd loves him.

“I gotta meet Prue in the dressing room.” Tsioni faces the crowd, turning back quickly to ask. “Why don’t you come back there too?”

“I’ll be back there when we have to change Eris.”

“Alright. See ya, boo.” Tsioni sways down the aisle and leaves the auditorium. I go back to my spot next to Moeko and Eris. They sat in front of my dad and stepmother. I plop down, eyes on the stage. The little boy finishes his routine and the crowd claps for him.

“This isn’t that bad.” Moeko said in my ear once the crowd calmed down.

“No, it isn’t. I smirk. Some time passes for set change and the toddlers to get on stage. Looking at Eris, I could tell she was getting a little nervous, just because she wasn’t talking or moving around as much. I reach pass Moeko to touch her hand. “You okay, Eris?” She nods her head but doesn’t say anything.

“It’s a good thing she’ll be dancing. She won’t have to speak or even look at the crowd.” Moeko sighs.

I stand up to go on the other side of Eris, plopping next to her. “You’re going to do amazing just as you are. Remember how much fun you had practicing?” Eris nods her head. “You’re just doing that again but on stage. Don’t worry about the crowd, worry about having konyaaltı travestileri fun.”

Eris makes a little smirk. “Okay.”

Another toddler goes up on stage, a girl dressed as Cinderella. Her blue matched Eris’ outfit, down to the hex code. It was puffed at the bottom, and the girl was in pumps too high for her. I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure she’s wearing false teeth too. The announcer said she was four years old, just like Eris. However, this girl had a fake caked on with makeup and her hair too tightly wrapped on her head. She looked like the example of what my father is so afraid of. I happen to turn around when that little girl came on stage, and of course Dad is staring right at me like it was my daughter.

Once it was Eris’ turn, Moeko and I hurried her to the stage. Prue had set up the props, such as a rug and a quilt hanging over a purple backdrop. A stuffed monkey and genie lamp are center stage where Eris is suppose to stand. “And now, we have Eris V.! She’s four years old, her favorite food is waffles, she loves to dress up, and enjoys dancing! Give it up for Eris!” The announcer finishes and the crowd cheers for her. Prue and Moeko guide her on the stage, and she walks to the intro of Aladdin.

Once she reaches the center stage, the tempo increases speed. She dances to the sporadic beats, moving her hips and swaying her arms. Eris is jumping around, really feeling the music. It’s as if the crowd isn’t there to her. I smile, grinning ear to ear. She’s in her element, one I understand all too well.

By the end of her five minute routine, she poses for the judges and waits for the music to stop. The crowd cheers for her, and I’m probably the loudest. “What a precious Princess Jasmine. Give it up for Eris, everyone!” She skips off the stage and runs straight to me.

“I did it!” Eris jumps as she hugs me.

“That’s round one, baby. Let’s get you ready for the second round.”

“Okay!”

♂

I could tell Eris was getting tired by the time the fifth and final round rolled around. Out of her mermaid sequins, Moeko cleaned her scaley face clear of any makeup and hurried to get her red lipstick on. I prepared her dress, the one that took me the longest to ensemble. A shimmering gold embroidered-lace flatters the sleeved bodice and flows from the waist to the hem of a court train. There’s a gold ribbon sash with a bow on the back of the dress. She wears sleeves, white and gold slippers, and tops her beehive with a matching tiara.

Her royal look is suppose to emulate the Princess Diana Era. I got the idea from a strapless, ball gown she wore. The red lipstick and pearls around her neck does just the trick. Once Moeko was finished with her makeup, I helped her slide the dress over her.

I fluffed out the gown by her sides and tightened the bow. “How do you feel?”

“Tired.” Eris lowers her chin.

“You’re almost done.” I pick her chin up. “You look amazing. No matter what the judges decide, you owned that stage. I’m proud of you, baby.” I gently kiss her forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Make me a promise?”

“Okay.”

“Be proud of yourself.”

She smiles. “I am.”

“Good.” I look at Moeko, who smiles at me.

“Wow,” Tsioni comes over, getting a glimpse of Eris. “Look at this princess.”

Eris bows. “Hi.”

“Hello.” Tsioni gestures for her daughter to come over. “Doesn’t Eris look pretty, Nah-Nah?”

Havannah nods her head fast. She wore a velvet bodice, an empire waist dress with a bow and rhinestone accent. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

“Thank you for recommending this place.” Moeko smiles. “I think she had a lot of fun.”

“I did!” Eris jumps.

“Good!”

“We better get out there.” Tsioni held Havannah’s hand. “Let’s go, Nah-Nah.”

“See you after the show.” Havannah waves to Eris.

“Okay.” Eris waves back and the two leave the dressing room. Children crying is the one thing I can’t handle. Listening to their whines reminded me why I left the dressing room in the first place.

“Are you ready, Eris?”

“Yes.” She grabs my hand and I leave into the long, busy hall. We go into the auditorium where we meet Prue. She takes Eris back stage to practice her last routine as Moeko and I went to our seats.

Havannah is on, strutting down the stage. She dances slowly, flaring her arms around and swirling in circles to violins. I exhaled deeply, feeling the exhaustion start. The violins travesti konya weren’t helping. I swear, I shut my eyes for two seconds. When I opened them, they were announcing the ninth contestant.

I look around in confusion, landing on Moeko. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah.” She answers. “You woke up just in time.”

I face the stage and take a deep breath. They do the announcements for Eris, and she’s right on stage. Her routine is to play a small piano. In the last six months, I’ve taught her how to play Frozen’s ‘Let it Go’ for this very moment. She only needed one song to really rank up points. And she can play well.

Eris came out on stage and we cheered for her as loud as we could. She sits at a small piano, and the crowd goes silent. One note at a time, she plays ‘Let It Go’ a bit slow at first. But, she picks up speed and finds the tempo around the chorus part. Not once does she look into the crowd, and I cannot blame her. She’s focused on the piano, entranced in the song. Three minutes went by fast. She finishes and the applause fills the spacious room.

Finally, the show was coming to a close. All the children stood on stage and the judges tallied up their scores. My eyes stayed on Eris as the judges announced third place, a boy. They announce a girl for second place. Special mentions were next, where they award three kids. Finally, the call the finalists of the preliminary.

“Havannah A.” Havannah steps up to be crowned by a judge. “Adrian B. And Eris V.” Eris’ jaw drops as she walks to the center. I stand to clap with everyone else.

My dad touches my shoulder from behind. “You did good with the dresses.” He continues to clap.

“Thanks. And thanks for coming.”

He nods. “Of course.”

Some kids cry from losing, but Eris is beaming with bright energy. She and Havannah jump around at the bottom of the stage with their crowns on their heads.

“You girls had fun?!” Alma exclaimed, giving Eris a deep hug. “You are such a pretty princess!”

“I am officially a princess!” Eris screams.

“You totally are.”

Tsioni comes over to grab Havannah’s hand. She tells me, “I’ll text you,” before leaving with the crowd. I wave bye to her and look down to Eris. “Are you ready to go home now?” I ask her.

Eris’ face falls somber, like I had just sprung the worse news to her. She comes up to me, reaching her arms out. I pick her up and she whispers in my ear, “I wanna go home with Mommy.”

I can’t lie and say I didn’t feel crushed when she said that. But I completely understood why. I look at Moeko with a slight smile. “She wants to go home with you.”

Moeko tilts her head. “Why, baby?”

“Because I miss you.” Her green eyes have a brown ring round them, they hit the ground then sprang back to me.

“Of course you can come home with me, baby girl.” Moeko touched her arm softly and kissed her cheek. “Let’s get you in some comfy clothes and go home.”

“Okay.” Eris kisses my cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, E.” I kiss her back and stand her on the ground. She takes Moeko’s hand and they both face the exit.

Moeko stops before Alma and my dad, telling them, “It was nice seeing you.”

“Always a pleasure, Moeko.” Dad said, leaning down to Eris. “Bye, grandbaby.”

“Bye, granddad and grandma.” She waves to them.

Alma gives her a kiss on the cheek and they part ways. She comes to me with a warm smile on her face. “This was really lovely, Vehren. I was a little on the nose but she had so much fun being on stage.”

“She’s just like me after all.”

Dad makes a noticeable uncomfortable face. “I would hope she wouldn’t turn out like you.”

Alma gasps. “Vittar!”

“It’s okay.” I swallow. “She is her own star. She’ll have the confidence and the talents to do something else with her life.” I felt like I was biting my own tongue.

“I would hope so.” Dad popped his brow. “You know how I feel about you stripping. I do not wish it on you, Vehren.”

I bite my lower lips. “It’s not that terrible.”

“It’s not?” Dad huffs. “You’re selling your body. Selling sex for money and, I assume, attention.”

“I’m not having this discussion here!” I look around seeing kids still scattered around the emptying room. “I am my own person, so is Eris.”

“So, if she stripped, would you be okay with that?”

“She’s four!”

“She won’t be four forever, Vehren. I sure as hell had hopes for you at that age.”

I frown. “I’m not going to stand here and be insulted by you.” I stomp away.

“Vehren, please!” Alma calls.

“I’m not doing it!” I shout back, too leaving the auditorium. I could’ve went to the dressing room, but I felt ashamed. Instead I went to my car, finally able to smoke that cigarette I’ve been needing all day.

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Author’s note: The origin of this story is an experience which I had in college. I was friends with a girl, and I was trying to get her to have sex with me. In those days, and in my circles, people didn’t jump into bed on the first date. Getting someone to “go all the way” was an involved process. Once, my friend and I were invited to join a few other couples for a weekend at a cabin. I thought that that would be a good opportunity for me to bring my girlfriend to the next level of relationship. However, she declined the invitation, so my plan never got off the ground. This story is my fantasy of what might have happened.

“Come on, Janice. It will be a fun weekend.” That is what I said to my college girlfriend, trying to persuade her to join me and some other couples in a cabin by a lake. “You know the other people, so everything should be fine.”

Janice didn’t answer right away. We had been friends for almost a year, and we did some kissing, hand-holding, and snuggling (clothed). Now I was hoping to move our relationship to another level. She continued tidying up her kitchen as she thought about my suggestion, and then she turned to me with her sweet smile and said, “OK. I think that we’ll have a good time.”

We were four couples, all juniors or seniors in college, 20-22 years old. The eight of us, Janice and I, Matt and Sheryl, Jeff and Brenda, and Bill and Lisa, went up to the lake in two cars. It was hot and sunny, and the water was so inviting that, as soon as we had unpacked our stuff, we decided to go for a swim. Janice and I went into one of the rooms of the cabin to change into our bathing suits. She turned away from me and said, “You turn around, too. Don’t look!” I obediently turned my back to Janice, but I also sneaked a peek at her, getting a look at the creamy back below her sandy hair, and her beautiful oval butt cheeks.

When we got out to the lake, we discovered that this was going to be a clothing optional weekend. Matt and Sheryl and Bill and Lisa were butt naked, cavorting in the water. Jeff was also nude, but Brenda wore a bikini. The afternoon was a lot of fun. At one point, as a sign of things to come, Bill and Lisa went off by themselves down the beach. They were “alone,” but we could see them, and, from their positions and the sounds they made, we could tell that they were having a good fuck.

As evening came, we built a fire, listened to music and danced a little, told jokes and stories, and drank a lot of beer. We grilled hot dogs for dinner and drank more beer. Eventually, we covered the fire and people headed for bed.

The cabin had two bedrooms and a larger room which we divided with a hanging sheet to give the appearance of privacy. We drew straws for room assignments; the two long straws got their own rooms, and the two short straws shared the other space. I drew a long straw, which Taksim travesti made me happy, because it meant that there was one less issue that I would have to address with Janice. When I spread out our sleeping bag in our room, Janice said, “Only one sleeping bag? What is this?”

I said, “It is a double size sleeping bag, with plenty of room for both of us.”

“Hmph!” was Janice’s reaction. We stripped down to our underwear and got in the sleeping bag, Janice on the extreme left side, with her back to me, and I on the extreme right. I reached out and patted Janice on the shoulder. She rubbed my hand with hers. I rubbed her back a little bit, and she moved so that I couldn’t reach it any more. That was it for the time being. On the one hand, I really wanted to fuck Janice. That was part of my plan for the weekend. On the other hand, I made it a point of honor not to coerce a girl into sex or to take advantage of anyone. Soon, Janice’s breathing took on the slow, rhythmic, pattern that indicated sleep, and I fell asleep, too.

The next day, we did some exploring of the area, but spent most of our time at the lake. Janice and I ignored, or pretended to ignore, the variety of body parts on display. Matt was tall, not beefy, but muscular; he was a tennis player. He was the best endowed guy, with a very large cock growing out of a thick blond bush. His cock was also the most relaxed, and it spent most of the day just hanging and flopping around. Sheryl was of medium build, with nice round breasts and a shaven pussy that had puffy lips.

Bill was of medium build, and he had the second largest dick in the group. Even when it was soft, it stuck out at an angle. Alone among the guys in the group, Bill was uncircumcised, and his foreskin neatly covered the head of his cock, leaving only a small opening at the tip. Lisa had a fuller figure, very curvy, with large breasts that hung down somewhat. Her pussy was also shaved.

Jeff was relatively short, with a lot of black hair, on the top of his head, on his chest and stomach, and around his cock. His cock was the smallest of the group, but it was the most excitable and stuck straight out for a lot of the time. On our full day at the lake, Brenda joined the majority and went without her bikini. She was tall and thin, blonde, with smallish breasts and a little scrap of blonde bush.

Janice and I kept our bathing suits on. I did it more out of loyalty to Janice than out of intrinsic modesty, but the truth was that Janice and I were less experienced physically and sexually than the others. Hell — we were both virgins! My cock was also medium-sized, on the long side, but thin, with a curly brown bush. During the weekend, it often bulged inside my bathing suit. I could only guess what Janice’s pussy looked like under her blue one-piece bathing suit.

The Taksim travesti series of hand jobs, blow jobs, and fucking on the beach continued. Most of the time, the couple in question moved away from the rest of us, but, as the day went on, they tended not to move so far, and I wondered if Janice and I would find ourselves in the middle of an orgy. I was still uncertain about Janice’s reaction to all this. At one point, when Jeff was plowing Brenda no more than 40 feet from us, I said to Janice, “They look like they’re having fun.”

Janice looked quickly in their direction and said, “Hmm, yes.” She didn’t seem to be turned on by it. On the other hand, she wasn’t grossed out. I was somewhat frustrated, because I didn’t have much more time to realize my goal of having sex with her that weekend.

When it came to bedtime on our second night in the cabin, Janice and I retreated to our room, stripped to our underwear, as before, and got into our sleeping bag. A little hug and a light kiss, a second kiss, and we each headed off to sleep. Before long, though, I heard Janice mumbling. I couldn’t understand any words, and I concluded that she was talking in her sleep. At the same time, she thrashed her arms around, sometimes hitting me.

At one point, her left arm landed on my right arm, and she picked it up and put it onto her stomach, just by the top of her panties. I wasn’t sure what to make of that move, but, after a minute, I carefully inserted my thumb inside her panties, and rubbed it back and forth a bit. I waited a minute and moved my hand down a little more, so that I could feel the top of her bush. There was some more mumbling, and then I could understand the words slurred by half wakefulness, “Wasiss?”

I said, “It’s my hand, Janice. You put it there.” (Close enough to being true.)

“Amaysleep orwake?”

“You were asleep, but you are waking up,” I said.

Janice opened her eyes and looked at me. She said, “I must have been dreaming.”

“Yes,” I replied. “You were talking in your sleep, and also waving your arms around.”

“I dreamt that I was naked, spread eagled on the beach, and Matt, Bill, and Jeff were taking turns fucking me.”

I grimaced, “That doesn’t sound good.”

“It doesn’t sound good when I describe it now, but, in the dream, I actually enjoyed it.”

“Where was I?” I asked. I didn’t like the way this dream was turning out.

“I don’t know,” said Janice.

“What does it mean?” I asked, warily.

Janice replied, “I think that it means that I am ready for sex, and I want you to make love to me right now.” Janice took off her bra and panties and kicked them to the bottom of the sleeping bag. I also took off my underwear, and, naked together for the first time, we pressed our bodies against each other, feeling the other’s soft warm flesh from head Travesti taksim to toe. We enjoyed a long, deep, wet kiss. My dick had become hard by then, and I rubbed it between Janice’s thighs as I massaged her perky tits. She opened her legs a little so that my cock would graze her pussy as it moved. Then she spread her pussy lips so that my cock was rubbing them on the inside.

“Come in me now,” she said. “I want you inside me now.”

“Just a minute,” I said, and got the condom which I had kept handy. I repositioned my cock, and entered her pussy, but I very quickly reached an obstacle. I knew that I was a virgin, and I assumed that she was, too. I was right. I tried to aim this way and that to move in farther, but I didn’t get anywhere.

Janice was getting more excited: “Fuck me! Take me! Do it now!”

I felt like I was getting close to cumming, so I gave a push, and my cock went in. Janice gasped. “I’m sorry,” I said.

She replied, “It’s all right. It’s done now.” A few more strokes and we both came, as our open mouths locked on each other.

In the morning, we climbed out of our sleeping bag and stood facing one another, completely nude for the first time. What I knew from before was that Janice had light brown hair down to her shoulders and a very pleasant, calm, face, small to medium sized breasts, and a slender, but not too thin figure. Her skin was fair. What I now discovered was that the areas covered by her bathing suit were paler than those not covered, the result of the previous day’s sun, and that she had a fairly full brown bush, just trimmed a little bit around the edges. Wrinkled pussy lips extended a little way into the space between her legs.

Janice sank to her knees and took my cock, which was half erect, into her mouth. She held onto the bottom of the shaft with her hands while she worked around the top half with her lips and tongue. I quickly hardened all the way, and, before long, I started to breathe fast and told her, “I’m going to cum!”

Janice pulled away, but she still got some cum in her mouth and a lot on her face. Surprised by my ejaculation, she sputtered a bit, spit out the cum from her mouth, and wiped her face. Then she hugged my crotch and planted an appreciative kiss on my cock.

Then it was her turn. I lifted her to her feet and went down on my knees. I licked and kissed around the inside of her thighs and lightly grazed her pussy lips with my tongue. I used two fingers to part the hair from her little nub of a clitoris, gave it a little tug of oral suction, and then moved my attention inside. First one and then two fingers opened the way, and, as my tongue moved in and out of Janice’s pussy, she bent her knees in rhythm with my licking, intensifying her pleasure. Soon, she began to gasp, and her legs, firmly placed on each side of my head, shuddered as she, too, came.

Later that morning, as Bill and I loaded our stuff into the car in which we had ridden, he said to me, “Mark, from what I saw, you didn’t get any action from Janice. Am I right?”

I smiled contentedly and replied, “That is for me to know and for you to wonder.”

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I will never forget the first time. It was early spring, the day was windy, and I was eyeing her like a foodie at a fine restaurant looking over the menu at an all-you-can-eat special. She was dressed in a seventies era short skirt, had long blond hair to her shoulders, and a smile that could stop a train. Her face like a young Michelle Williams, would brighten the day of any man who looked at it. I was as horny as a twenty-five year old could get and couldn’t turn my head away from her for a second.

We talked trivia for a while, branched off into politics, then slid slowly and effortlessly into sex. She told me what she liked and I couldn’t believe I was talking to the princess of my dreams about oral sex and how much pressure a man needed to apply with his tongue to make a woman scream out her orgasms. She said orgasms plural, meaning she always intended to have more than one. “Silly,” she said, “to waste a day of fucking with only one orgasm.”

I had never even talked that openly about sex with my college roommate who was a total deviant. I was in heaven, talking eating pussy with the most sought after female person on campus, and we weren’t even naked yet. She was straightforward, knowledgeable, seemingly experienced, and willing to talk about things I only dreamed of in the privacy of my thoughts, in the middle of the night under the covers. She was simply perfect. We talked about ‘fucking’ and she laughed when I seemed at a loss for words and reddened a bit the first time I heard her say fuck. I had never even heard a woman say it, let alone talk about doing it.

When we got to my apartment, she didn’t even hesitate, just started undressing me even before the door closed behind us. I was naked in less than a minute, and she was soon after. It quickly became a mutual undressing Avcılar travesti flurry next to the unmade bed as we each frantically removed the clothes of the other. I was pulling her skirt down as she was unbuttoning my dockers. As she was reaching into my jockey shorts I was pulling her panties over her hips. I was slipping off her bra as she was sliding my shorts down my legs. When our clothing was tossed into a jumbled pile next to the bed, we fell into a heap of our own on the mattress to arrange ourselves in a scramble of naked legs and roving hands, searching for any orifice or protrusion that cried for attention.

Her mouth found my hardness and my fingers located her wet and wonderful cleft and reached as far in as my hand could go: twisting, feeling, savoring the wet and wonderful world of her sweet and hungry vagina. In the most naturally positioned sixty-nine two people could move into, she held my erection between her lips and swabbed with an active and sturdy tongue around the girth, while I positioned myself at her opening with my mouth and explored her pussy, forcing my tongue to replace my fingers as deeply as I could physically make them go into the heavenly cavern.

When we finally repositioned ourselves and I luckily found myself at the entrance to her well-lubricated pussy, her legs opened, inviting me in, and I pushed with my hips and slid my erect penis slowly into her, bucking my body in short pulses against her belly, forcing myself deeper with each thrust. She matched my cadence and we fucked wildly for close to thirty minutes, until my energy began to lag and my endurance fell off rapidly. Like a marathon runner in the final stretch, I began gasping for breath and working hard to keep up with her remarkable sexual stamina. She fucked Avcılar travestileri me with an energy I had never seen, and she squeeze her vagina muscles tight, holding me in as if not wanting to let go of my cock.

Before I came I fortunately pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach, and she rubbed it in gleefully and giggled as she tasted my semen, putting her fingers to her mouth. “You taste salty,” she said laughing. I will never forget her sexy laugh, as it would have made me hard if I hadn’t already been there.

We had fucked once, twice, three times before we slept it off for an hour or two, maybe three, but we went back at it with determined effort on number four. As we fucked my mind created future scenarios of wife-swapping, swinging, wife-sharing, cuckold adventures, public sex, exhibitionism, her fucking big-cocked black men for my entertainment, letting me watch as she devoured the pussy of a like-minded female friend, and all of the other sexual fantasies that had filled my mind up to that point of my life. I dreamed of fucking her for the rest of my life, and I pictured us in dozens of beds and positions stretching over the years.

I thought of sex with her in front of a large picture window as we looked out over New York City where thousands of citizens went about their daily lives not knowing or caring that we were fucking as we watched them. I imagined lifting her dress up as I fucked her from behind as we watched a train fly by on its way to Chicago, or Philadelphia, or Kansas City. I saw myself fucking her in a four poster bed in an elegant suite in the finest hotel in Paris. I imagined her on her back as I ate her out on a beach in Saint Croix while the sun went down and the tide came up.

I asked her as we fucked with her Travesti avcılar on top, as she said she preferred it, about her past lovers and she simply laughed. “There too many to talk about,” she said with that wickedly sexy laugh and a smile that sent chills shooting through my entire body. I thought about that as she bounced over me, her pussy holding my erection like a glove, tight as a fist. I had to lift her off as I came, the sensation so intense I could hardly stand it.

We had fucked all afternoon, but then we rested, and broke for lunch and conversation, that once again worked itself back to sex. We talked of daring things we’d done, although it was mostly her doing them, and I listened to her laughing, matter of fact voice talk about exciting things she had done in exciting places with willing and interesting sex partners. After maybe an hour of rest, we resumed our sexual escapades with her stretching out on her back and beckoning to me with out stretched hands, offering her open legs and a splayed and eager pussy. Again I climbed on and slipped myself into her as quickly and deep as I could.

It is possible that time has elevated that afternoon to almost celestial proportions, but my memory, delusional or not, still ranks it as the best afternoon of sex in my life.

I thought of us as old people fucking in our home bedroom with a fire going in the bedroom fireplace and another burning in my elderly insides, but the first time was also our last. Our first time fucking was our last time, and I remember it as if it was yesterday.

I have not seen or spoken to her since, but I often wonder who she is giving wonderful first-time sex to and knowing that whoever he is, it will be a monumental afternoon or evening of incredible sex and he will remember it as I have all these years since as a wonderful time with an incredible lady, one who knows her way around a mattress, how to squeeze her pussy tight around a man’s thickness, and how to make a grown man swoon. I hope she is well and is giving some lucky man his best-ever fuck in the bed of their choice.

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Flo war nun schon einige Wochen in Besitz seiner beiden Herren Alpha und Beta. Es wäre gelogen zu sagen, dass sein Übergang in dieses Leben ohne Widerstand geschah. Gegen aussen vielleicht kaum widerstand, aber gegen innen…Immer mal wieder, wenn Flo Zeit für sich hatte, was meist vor dem Einschlafen war, dachte er darüber nah, wie alles geschehen war und ob er noch bei klarem Verstand war. Doch wenn er ehrlich war, die Herren haben nie ihr Wort gebrochen. Sie waren hart, aber führsorglich, Er hatte genug zu essen, musste keine Miete zahlen. Er hatte eine ordentliche Menge Sex, auch wenn er zugeben musste, mit Frauen stellte er es sich immer noch besser vor. Doch diese Gelüste und Vorstellungen wurden mit jedem Training weniger wichtig. Flo gewann immer mehr Freude und Befriedigung daraus, wenn seine Herren zufrieden waren, oder sie im sagten, wie stolz sie auf ihn seien. Aber egal wohin ihn seine Gedanken trieben, Flo kam vor dem Einschlafen immer zum Schluss, dass er sich damals richtig entschieden hatte.

Heute war ein wichtiger Tag. Die beiden Herren hatten Flo schon vor einer Woche informiert. Sie hatten diverse Besitzer zu einer Party eingeladen. Vielleicht brächte der eine oder anderen sogar ein Besitz mit. Flo war jedenfalls schon den ganzen Tag mit Vorbereitungen beschäftigt. Hier und da musste er dekorieren oder Häppchen bereitstellen. Alles nur mit seinem Halsband bekleidet. Denn seit 2 Wochen darf er auch ausserhalb der Trainings ohne Keuschheitsgürtel seinen Pflichten nachkommen.

Mit einem letzten Blick auf die Auswahl schloss er seine Vorbereitungen ab. Alpha und Beta hatten sich in ihr Schlafzimmer zurückgezogen, um für den Abend bereit zu sein. Sie hatten Flo die Ermächtigung gegeben die Gäste zu begrüssen, sollten diese verfrüht eintreffen. Eine Klingel deutete genau dies an.

Schlagartig wurde Flo nervös. Seit dem Tag der Entscheidung haben nur seine beiden Herren nackt gesehen und nun soll er wildfremden Leuten so die Türe öffnen?! Er zögerte kurz und erst der Gedanke an das Lob seiner beiden Herren, gab ihm den nötigen Mut und so ging er zur Tür. Mit klopfendem Herzen öffnete Flo die Tür. Draussen standen 5 Figuren. Im Dunkeln des Abends konnte Flo knapp erkennen das jemand der Gruppe eine Frau war und das einer der anderen an einer Leine geführt wurde. Flo öffnete die Türe komplett und deutete an, dass sie eintreten sollen. «Guten Abend, darf ich bitte die Mäntel abnehmen. Gleich den Gang runter links, finden Sie Getränke. Meine Herren werden uns bald Gesellschaft leisten.» Mit dieser von den Herren genehmigten Konversation begrüsste er die Gruppe.

4 der Mäntel waren schnell verstaut. Der letzte gehörte einem jungen Typen, etwa in Flos Alter. Unter dem Mantel trug der Typ nichts anderes als einen Keuschheitsgürtel. Dies musste also das andere Objekt sein. Im besseren Licht erkannte Flo eines der anderen Gesichter. Es gehörte dem etwas festeren Typ. Er war eine der Entscheidungsmöglichkeiten. Doch Flo entschied sich gegen ihn. Sofort spürte Flo die Hand des Typen auf seinem Hintern. «Na du Sau, heute kriege ich wohl eine Entschädigung.» Flüsterte der Typ in Flos Ohr, bevor er den anderen folgte. Flo machte den Abschluss.

Flo verteilte die ersten Getränke, während die Besitzer, in Gespräche vertieft waren und ihm kaum Beachtung schenkten. Das andere Objekt wartete auf allen vieren in einer der Ecken. Gerade als jeder ein Getränk hatten traten Flos Herren in den Raum. Zuerst Beta und dann folgte Alpha. Flo brachte auch ihnen ihre Gläser. Ohne zu Konak travesti danken, wiesen sie Flo an neben dem anderen Objekt Platz zunehmen.

Das Warten war anstrengend und Flo versuchte von Zeit zu Zeit den Gesprächen der Besitzer zu folgen. Sie sprachen über Mieten, Prüfungen, Bestrafungen und Termine. Es war viel und Flo kriegte alles nur halb mit. Etwas fiel Flo jedoch auf. Die anderen Besitzer schienen hauptsächlich mit Alpha zu sprechen und weniger mit Beta. Wenn Flo drüber nachdachte, Alpha war immer zu Hause und übernahm auch den Hauptteil seiner Ausbildung. Beta hingegen ging jeden Tag arbeiten. War Beta auch ein Besitz? Oder gibt es eine Abstufung unter den Besitzern? Doch bevor Flo sich zu viele Gedanken machen konnten, kam Bewegung in die Sache.

Die Besitzer liefen zum Sofa rüber und winkten die beiden Objekte zu sich. Schnell war für die beiden Jünglingen klar was zu tun war. Flo öffnete den Reisverschluss des ersten Besitzers und ein halbharter rasierter Schwanz kam zum Vorschein. Kurz blickte Flo zu Alpha rüber, als wollte er eine Bestätigung erhalten. Dieser war jedoch in ein Gespräch vertieft. Der Besitzer vor Flo verlor die Geduld und packte dessen Kopf. Schon verschwand der Prügel in Flos Maul. Der Besitzer stöhnte zufrieden und fuhr fort dem Gespräch zu folgen. Flo begann sich wie gelernt um die Latte zu kümmern. Er spielte mit der Zunge um die Eichel und bewegte dazu seinen Kopf hoch und runter. Es war erniedrigend, aber auch geil so benutzt zu werden. Es schien den Besitzer kaum zu interessieren. Dem anderen Jüngling ging es nicht besser, dieser musste sich jedoch auf einen Schwanz setzten und diesen reiten, während er die einzige Frau in der Runde lecken musste…oder besser gesagt durfte. In Flos Kopf änderte sich das Wort «müssen» immer mehr in ein «dürfen».

Flo hatte einen guten Rhythmus gefunden fürs Blasen und der Besitzer quittierte dies in dem er seine Hand von Flos Kopf hob und ihn machen liess. Es dauerte nicht lange da fühlte Flo eine Hand an seinem Hintern und die Stimme des alten Besitzers drang in sein Ohr: «Wollen doch mal sehen, wie eingefickt dieses Loch schon ist.» Bevor Flo irgendwie sich wehren konnte, stiess der Alte schon bis zum Anschlag in ihn. Höhnisch wendet sich der Alte an Alpha und Beta: «Habt das Ding schon etwas ausgefickt was? Zum Glück ist es ein junges Loch und die Spannung ist noch da. Schade hat sich das Objekt nicht für mich entschieden. Ich hätte bestimmt meinen Spass gehabt.» Mit einem ekligen Lachen fickt er Munter weiter. Die anderen Besitzer rollten fast schon genervt die Augen und ignorierten den Kommentar. Durch die Stösse von hinten wurde Flos blasen unregelmässig und schon bald deutete der Besitzer vor Flo an, dass er genug hatte. Nun hatte der Alte Flo für sich und das genoss dieser auch. Er griff nach Flos Halsband und kommentierte sein Geficke mit Stöhnen und dem einen oder anderen «Yee-haw».

Da stand Alpha auf: «Ich denke, wir sollten das Essen nicht mehr zu lange warten lassen. Mein Vorschlag, wir wechseln ins Esszimmer. Für die Objekte gibt es eine liege. Was denkt ihr, sollen sie sich gegenseitig verwöhnen zu unserer Unterhaltung?» Alle nickte und die Besitzerin fügte an: «Aber kein Orgasmus. Meiner Erfahrung nach gibt sich ein Objekt so mehr Mühe.» Wieder stimmten die anderen zu und die ganze Gesellschaft wechselte den Raum.

Während die Besitzer mit dem Essen begannen, schauten sich Flo und sein Gegenüber etwas beschämt an. Keiner wusste wie starten, bis Flo den Mut Konak travestileri fand und dem anderen sanft über den Oberkörper streichelte. Dieser zuckte zusammen und ein leises Stöhnen entfuhr ihm. Flo rückte näher und lehnte vor für einen Kuss. Dieser verfehlte weder beim anderen noch bei Flo die Wirkung. Sie wurden geil. Doch während Flo seinen sich füllenden Ständer geniessen konnte, verursachte der Kuss beim anderen Schmerzen. Der Keuschheitsgürtel verhinderte eine volle Entfaltung. Flo wurde nun etwas fordernd. Mit einer Hand führte er den anderen zu seinem Schwanz und blickte fast schon gierig auf ihn runter. Nicht weil er hoffte, abspritzen zu können, sondern weil er wusste, das dies seinen Herren gefallen wird. Zögerlich begann der andere sich mündlich um Flos Schwanz zu kümmern.

Die beiden vergassen beinahe, dass noch andere im Raum waren. Erst als die Besitzerin ihre Stimmer erhob kam es wieder in ihr Bewusstsein. «…Sie können aber auch enttäuschend sein. Mein Objekt zum Beispiel. Gut trainiert und eingebrochen. Prüfung bestanden. Und nach knapp einem Jahr ohne Keuschheitsgürtel erwische ich es beim wixxen. Nun musste ich den Keuschheitsgürtel wieder anziehen. Vielleicht muss ich es weitergeben. Soll strengere Besitzer geben, vielleicht braucht es das.» Beta schluckte seinen Bissen runter: «Wir haben unser noch nicht wirklich lange, müssen aber sagen es zeigt viel Potential. Um genau zu sein, könnten wir den beiden einen gefallen tun. Wie wäre es, wenn unser Kleiner, dein Objekt fickt? Unser hat noch nie und für dein Objekt ist es sicherlich eine Lektion.» Beta schaute zu Alpha und dieser zur Besitzerin. Dann zuckt er mit der Schulter: «Könnte spannend sein.» Die Besitzer zögerte einen Moment, doch dann stimmte sie zu. Alpha richtete sich an Flo: «Kleiner, du darfst das andere Objekt ficken. Langsam und bis du es mit deinem Saft füllst!» Dann wandte sich Alpha wieder zu den anderen.

Flo und der andere Jüngling blickten sich einen Moment lang an. Dies Mal ergriff der andere die Initiative und legte sich auf den Rücken und spreizte seine Beine. Flos Kopf raste. Klar hatte er sein erstes Mal als Passiver, aber das wird also sein erstes Mal als Aktiver werden. Er war nervös. Hoffentlich würde er seine Herren nicht enttäuschen. So ging er zwischen den Beinen des anderen in Stellung. Flo rieb mit seinem Schwanz am Loch des anderen. Dann fixierte er die Augen seines Gegenübers und begann langsam einzudringen. Nach den ersten cm musste er schon pausieren. Es war geil. Flo fühlte die Wärme und das Pulsieren des anderen. Als sich Flo daran gewöhnt hatte, stiess er tiefer zu. Er beobachtet dabei jede Regung des anderen, bis er ganz drinsteckte. Wieder eine Pause, bevor Flo langsam mit der Fickbewegung begann. Beide stöhnten zusammen und begannen langsam einen gemeinsamen Takt zu finden und konnten das Tempo erhöhen. Flo beugte sich vor und begann den anderen heiss zu Küssen. Doch da ging die Besitzerin dazwischen. «Nein, nicht so sanft. Doggy, los! Und dann härter!»

Die beiden Jungen erschreckten beinahe und versuchten unbeholfen die geforderte Stellung einzunehmen. Flo flutschte aus dem Arsch raus und als sie beide mit dem Gesicht zum Esstisch in Doggy bereit waren, stiess Flo wieder zu. Flo fühlte die Macht, welche aus dieser Stellung entstand. Es war nichts Romantisches, es war animalisch. So dauerte es nicht lange bis er den Kopf des anderen zu Boden drücken und fester zu stiess. Beide stöhnten und schwitzen. Die Besitzer waren wieder auf sich selbst Travesti konak konzentriert. Flo verlor gerade seine andere Unschuld und seinen Herren war es fast egal. Und doch, es war offensichtlich, was sie wollten und so erhöhte Flo nochmals die Intensität. Dann fühle er wie sich sein Körper vorbereitete. Es dauerte nicht mehr lange. Flos stöhnen wurde unkontrolliert. Seine Stösse hatten nichts mehr von Präzision, Flo hatte nur noch eines im Kopf, er wollte diesen Arsch mit Sperma füllen. Mit einer letzten Kraft vollen Bewegung ergoss er sich in mehreren Schüben in das ihm unbekannte Objekt. Zitternd verharrte die beiden einen Moment, bevor Flo schwer atmend aus dem Loch glitt und sich auf die liege legte. Sofort drehte sich der andere um und leckt den Schwanz sauber.

Eine Stimme holte die beiden wieder in die Gegenwart. Es war Alpha: «Gut gemacht Kleiner. Du darfst dich zurückziehen. Wir werden wohl dem Anderen Objekt noch weitere Lektionen erteilen. Wir rufen dich sollte Bedarf bestehen.» Flo nickte nur danken und mit wackeligen Füssen ging er zu «seinem» Zimmer.

Der Kleine hat es sich gemütlich gemacht und war mit sich und der Welt zufrieden. Denn er hatte seine Herren stolz gemacht. Er war gerade dabei einzudösen und lag seitlich mit dem Rücken zur Türe, als sich eben diese öffnete. Flo bemerkte, wie jemand auf das Bett stieg und einen Augenblick später hatte er eine Hand vor dem Mund. Die Stimme des alten Besitzers drang in sein Ohr: «So du kleines Stückscheisse, jetzt nehme ich mir endlich, was mir von Anfang an zugestanden hat. Du hättest dich für mich entscheiden sollen. Jetzt Fick ich dich Blutig du kleine Schlampe.» Flo fühlte, wie der Alte seine Beine zu spreizen begann und sich genüsslich an Flos Arsch rieb. Flo wollte schreien, doch die Hand verschloss seinen Mund fest. Panik stieg in Flo auf. Er wollte sich wehren, konnte es aber nicht. Zum Teil wegen fehlender Kraft die Masse des Alten zu bewegen, zum Teil weil er wusste, dass dies gegen die Grundbedingungen verstossen würde.

Der Alte brachte seinen Schwanz in Position und Flo schloss seine Augen, um das ganze über sich ergehen zu lassen. Genau in diesem Moment stürmten Alpha und Beta ins Zimmer und schoben den Alten von Flo runter. Alpha hielt den Alten am Boden fest, während sich Beta schützend vor Flo stellte. «So nicht mein Freund. Wir haben dich aus Höflichkeit eingeladen in unser Haus und du dankst es uns in dem du dich an unserem Besitz vergreifst? Wir haben entschieden, dass dies nicht passieren wird. Dieses Zimmer ist eine sichere Zone. Du hast gegen Regeln der Vereinigung verstossen.» Der Alte wollte sich wehren, doch Alpha war deutlich stärker. Nun kamen auch die anderen Besitzer dazu und man brachte den Alten Weg. Beta blieb die ganze Zeit über bei Flo und streichelte über seinen Kopf.

Es dauerte eine Weile, bis Alpha zurückkam. «Die Sache ist erledigt. Die anderen sind gegangen und der Alte verliert gemäss Regulierung alles.» Alpha setzt sich zu den Beiden anderen und fährt Flo ebenfalls durchs Haar. «tut mir leid Kleiner, dass es so weit gekommen ist. Jetzt sind wir da und du brauchst dir keine Sorgen zu machen. Und ich habe eine Idee. Wie wäre es, wenn du ab sofort bei mir und Beta übernachtest. Tagsüber wird sich vorerst nichts ändern.» Flo war den Tränen nah und kuschelte sich schon fast an die beiden Herren heran. Alpha und Beta standen auf und Beta nahm Flo an der Hand.

Das Schlafzimmer war riesig und das Bett kuschelig. Flo durfte sich aufs Bett setzten und zusehen wie Alpha und Beta sich gegenseitig auszogen. Dann gesellten sie sich zum Kleinen und legten sich in Löffelchenstellung hin. Flo zwischen Alpha und Beta. Er atmete tief durch. Seit dem Start von alldem vor ein paar Wochen, hatte Flo das erste Mal ein Gefühl von Sicherheit und Vertrauen.

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Dance

Out of the blue

‘What you both need is a good spanking!’

I had to check myself, what did my mother-in-law just say?

‘I’m sorry, what was that?’ I looked at my mother-in-law in utter disbelief.

‘I’m serious’ she said ‘You two have done nothing but bicker and argue since you got here. So, sort yourselves out or you’ll both be over my knee’.

I wasn’t aware that my mother-in-law was a spanker or that she’d ever spanked my wife, or anybody else for that matter, but much to my surprise, I was clearly in the dark. It had also never come up in conversation between my wife and me either, but I suppose it may have been a private matter. My wife knew I was a spanko, but she wasn’t really all that bothered by it, but to hear my mother-in-law say it, well, it was a bit out of the blue for certain. My wife seemed to just ignore the comment or maybe shrug it off. If she was surprised, she didn’t show it.

Things calmed down for a little while and we were just having one of those days I guess where we just started nipping at each other again. My wife responded and we were arguing again, just minor stuff, nothing serious or too bitchy but…….

‘Enough!’ my mother-in-law spoke in a way I’d never heard her before.

She pulled out a dining room chair, sat down on it and said, looking directly at me ‘What did I say would happen if you two didn’t stop bickering?’

I didn’t say anything, I just looked at her.

‘Well?’

‘We’d be over your knee’ I stammered, my mind was racing, it was hard to process what was going to happen. I was going to be spanked by my mother-in-law in front of my wife…WOW! I’d fanticised about my wife watching me being spanked but never thought in a million years it might happen. I certainly didn’t think it would be my mother-in-law who would be spanking me. This was so unreal, I’ll probably wake up in a minute to find it’s a dream. A dream that will include seeing my wife being spanked as well? How is this possible? But it wasn’t a dream.

‘Get those trousers and pants off’ Carol barked at me.

I did as I was told, kicking my shoes off as well, and seemingly within seconds I stood semi naked in front of my mother-in-law with my wife standing behind watching.

‘Over my knee’ she said curtly.

I placed myself over her lap, my fingers not touching the floor, but my toes were. I felt her hand on my bare bottom, she was rubbing it and scolding me at the same time.

‘I can’t believe it has come to this; I’m having to spank a grown man like a naughty little boy’.

With that her hand came down with Bornova travesti a loud smack and again and again and again. They were stinging slaps and she continued smacking each cheek in turn. I had no idea how long this would last, would it be a token spanking, a few hard smacks and that would be it.

I wasn’t counting but she must have given me 20 to 30 smacks on the bottom. She paused for a moment, rubbed my bottom, and started spanking again, only this time it was multiple spanks on the same cheek and a lot harder and a lot faster. This felt like a spanking now and I was wiggling with each spank. I couldn’t say how many spanks I’d had but 60, 70, 80 who knows. Carol spanked hard and my bottom was stinging.

She paused again. ‘It’s been a while since I spanked a naughty boy’s bottom’, so she has spanked in the past I thought. Then she said, ‘Karen darling (my wife) get me my big wooden spoon from the kitchen, be a dear?’ my wife did as she was asked and brought the wooden spoon from the kitchen. I had seen it before, I thought it was a pretend spoon as it was large and way bigger than you’d need for cooking. perhaps my mother-in-law was a closet spanko and I never knew.

‘Right young man, let’s see if a few wallops with my spoon might make you less argumentative?’ with that she brought the spoon down hard on my bottom.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

I was flinching and jerking with each spank of the spoon.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Wow! my bum was burning now, each whack in the same spot on my bottom.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

I yelled out ‘Ooooohhh!!!!!’ now quivering from how sore my bottom was.

‘Finally, a reaction, now how many was that? Twelve, I think? Same again to make it a round two dozen should be enough’, she said, almost talking to herself.

‘Please Carol, no more’ I pleaded. With that I felt her hand come down hard again and again on my bottom.

‘Ooowww!!!!’

‘I am your mother-in-law. When I am spanking you, you will show me some respect and refer to me as Mrs Kershaw. Is that clear?’

‘Yes Mrs Kershaw’ I stumbled over the words.

Whack! The spoon came down on my bottom again.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

I had no choice to give in to it, I wasn’t wiggling just because it hurt and was uncomfortable, my reactions were now reflexes, involuntary, I was squirming, bucking, kicking, and yelling with each whack of her spoon. My wife was seeing her husband being exposed, literally obviously, but emotionally as well. I was out of control.

Whack!

‘OOWWW!!!!!’

Whack!

‘PLEEAASSEEEE!!!!’

Whack!

‘Nooooo!!!!!’

WHACK!!!!!!!!

‘MRS……!!!!!!’ Bornova travestileri it tailed off.

I was so close to tears, the ultimate humiliation, spanked across my mother in law’s lap, my bottom on fire. Wow! She’d given me a good spanking, harder than I thought she would. I lay there shaking, I felt her hand smoothing my bottom. I got to my feet and stood there, tears were now coming down, crying like a naughty boy in front of her and my wife, rubbing my bottom with my manhood fully exposed.

Suddenly I heard my wife say, ‘And you are not using that on me!’ she said pointing at the spoon.

‘No darling, that won’t be necessary, I’ll use my hand, that will be sufficient. This also meant my wife would be going over her mum’s knee and I was going to watch it.

Karen’s mother was suddenly very formal ‘Over my knee please darling.’

With that my wife moved over to her mother and lay across her lap. Karen was wearing a knee length brown and light brown dress, quite snug around the bosom for maximum effect but quite free flowing from the waste. My mother-in-law pulled my wife towards her a little bit, just for a bit of positioning. She then pulled up her dress, laid in on my wife’s back and placed her left hand on it to expose my wife’s knickers. As is usual with my wife she takes a lot of care with her under garments and today was no different. She was wearing a creamy coloured, lacey, pair of knickers, and you could bet she’d have a matching bra on as well.

The mother-in-law smoothed her hand over my wife’s knickered bottom and brought her hand down hard on my wife’s behind. Again, again and again, her hand spanked my wife’s bottom. My wife’s legs were kicking out almost immediately.

‘And you my dear, need to stop being so cantankerous’ her hand still coming down hard on each cheek of Karen’s bottom as she scolded her for how she’d been all day.

Suddenly I heard ‘Ohh, mummy!’ my wife’s bottom was clearly starting to hurt.

My mother-in-law gave my wife a few more smacks to her knickered bottom and paused.

‘Now young lady, you may not be getting the spoon, but the rest of your spanking will be on your bare bottom.’

‘No Mummy please!’ Karen protested.

‘And when you come round again, it’s on the understanding that if I think a spanking is warranted, that’s exactly what you’ll both get. I will not have any nonsense from you two, is that understood?’ there was silence. She brought Travesti bornova her hand down hard on my wife’s bottom.

‘Is that understood?’

‘OOWW!!!, yes mummy’ my wife blurted out as my mother-in-law glared at me.

‘Yes Mrs kershaw’ I replied very sheepishly.

My mother-in-law then proceeded to pull my wife’s knickers down. Karen was protesting but they were swiftly pulled down, over her bottom, and down to her knees. My wife was drumming her feet on the floor, she obviously knew what was coming next. I had been rubbing my bottom the whole time and it was calming down, but as it did, and as I watched my wife’s bottom getting spanked, I got a bigger and bigger erection.

My mother-in-law then brought her hand down hard on Karen’s bottom, again and again it came down, my wife wriggling and squirming, and yelling and squealing with each spank. Her mum carried on spanking hard on each cheek, Karen’s legs kicking out with each smack. Then the spanking came to, what appeared to be, the end. My wife was in the same state I was, shaking over her mum’s knee, reaching for her bottom with her right hand, which her mum pushed away.

‘You can stand up now darling’ said Carol, almost sweetly.

After a few moments she got up, her dress fell back down over her bottom and she quickly removed her knickers, which were now round her ankles. Karen, very gingerly and rubbing her bottom, came over to where I was standing. She could see I still only had my t-shirt on and glanced at my now enormous erection as she stood next to me. She stood very close, and I could feel her left hand gently feeling my warm bottom. I did the same to her and her hot, spanked bottom made my penis throb.

‘You two had better go upstairs and tidy yourselves up, I’ll be serving lunch in 15 minutes.’

I picked up my trousers, pants, and shoes. My wife, already with her knickers in her hand, led the way upstairs. We went into the spare room, my wife turned and faced me and immediately pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. I stood naked in front of her. Without either of us saying a word she turned round, I unzipped her dress and eased it over her shoulders, she did the rest and wiggled it down to the floor. I quickly undid the catch on my wife’s bra, it too, fell to the floor. It was the same creamy colour as her knickers, as I thought it would be. I gently held my wife by her hips, knelt, and kissed her warm, red buttocks. I stood up, took a few steps back and looked at my naked wife’s spanked and very red bottom. It looked fantastic.

My wife turned round and smiled.’Did you enjoy that?

‘Oh yes, it was fantastic. I wouldn’t have guessed your mum did that kind of thing’ I could hardly contain myself ‘Are we likely to do it again?’

‘Only if you’re good’ my wife said with a wink and with that, we had about 10 minutes to fill before lunch……..

TBC

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