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Camp Counselors Pt. 02

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(This part takes up directly from Part 1)

At breakfast the next morning Amy and Claire sat with me and Brian. Amy was her usual reserved self, and nobody watching us could have guessed that we’d had a delightful fuck the night before. Claire’s interest in Brian was more obvious, to my eye, and he seemed a little triumphant about it.

Brian and I didn’t get a chance to talk about all this until we got back to our cabin later that afternoon.

“I can’t believe our luck,” I said. “We fucked two of the hottest girls in camp, and I don’t think it was a one-time thing.”

“God I hope not,” he said.

There was a pause. I think we were both wondering the same thing.

“What about you and me?” he asked. “Are we gonna keep it up?”

For my part the answer was obvious, but I didn’t want to seem too eager, so I said, “I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Yes,” he said firmly.

I was relieved.

“Good,” I said.

Over the next couple of weeks, however, we didn’t get together with Amy and Claire as much as we would have liked. Not that they weren’t willing; the problem was finding privacy in a place swarming with people.

We had some luck the next Friday, when a light drizzle started right after dinner, forced cancellation of the weekly campfire and drove most people indoors for the night.

I pulled Amy aside at the counselors’ lounge and suggested she sneak over to our cabin. After we had some time alone, Brian and Claire could take a turn. I was a little surprised when she agreed to this proposal.

My fuck that night with Amy was even better than the one on the beach, and Brian later reported he had had a wonderful time with Claire. The girls must have enjoyed it as well, because they agreed to a repeat performance a few nights later.

As it turned out, however, that third time would be the last for a couple of weeks. Amy said she had nearly gotten caught sneaking out of our cabin by one of the other male counselors, and she insisted on cooling it for a while. Claire followed suit.

All of which meant, naturally, that Brian and I were seething with hormones.

Finally, one night after the girls had refused yet another plea to sneak off to fuck somewhere, he upped the ante.

We had just stripped and gotten into our beds to jack off when Brian changed his mind and stood up again. When I looked over he was standing next to his bed, his usual massive hardon sticking up in the air.

After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped over to my bed and sat down next to me, our hips touching. I froze.

“What are you…”

Before I could get another word out he nudged my hand aside and took hold of my cock.

“Whoa,” I said.

But though I was surprised, I made no move to stop him when he started stroking me.

Now, I’ve had a fair number of hand jobs from women, and of course I’ve jacked off myself hundreds if not thousands of times.

But having another guy do me felt different somehow. Maybe it was that he was breaking another major taboo. Maybe it was the fact that Brian, having a cock of his own, knew just how to pleasure another guy. Maybe it was because his grip was firmer and surer than any woman’s.

Whatever the reason, it felt so damn good.

I looked at Brian. He had an intent look on his face; he seemed mesmerized by the sight of his own hand on another guy’s dick.

He glanced up at me. I don’t know what kind of stupid look I had on my face, but whatever it was made him smile.

He jacked me slowly at first, then gradually faster, until in what seemed like a very short time I felt my cock tingling and my balls contracting and I let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a sob and a huge wad of cum shot out end of my cock and landed on my chest.

After that first shot, Brian shifted the timing of his stroking to match the ongoing pulsations of my dick. Three, four, five times I shot, and I was still going. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

Finally the pulsing slowed and stopped. Brian expertly milked me of the last few drops and took his hand away.

Some of my cum had spilled onto his hand. He looked at it for a moment, then lifted it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.

Spent though I was, the sight of him eating my cum made my dick throb.

We looked at each other. Without exchanging a word, we changed places.

Now it was my turn to touch a guy’s dick for the first time.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft just below the head.

I held still for a moment, noting the contrast between the soft skin on the outside and the hardness like a steel rod on the inside. I took note too of the pulsing of his blood through the shaft, and the way his whole cock twitched from time to time, showing his excitement.

Brian moved, thrusting his hips upward; he was impatient for me to get going. I adjusted my grip and started stroking, slowly at first, as he’d done, and then gradually speeded up.

Brian’s breathing began to sound ragged. His mouth fell open and his Cebeci travesti eyelids began to flutter. He was enjoying this.

So was I. It felt good to give him pleasure.

I was stroking steadily now. I could tell he was getting close by the way the little gasping sounds he was making slowly rose in pitch.

“Close,” he said.

Now I downshifted, if I can put it that way, slowing my stroking slightly but squeezing him a little harder. He moaned.

I watched, mesmerized, as his ball sack tightened and the head of his cock turned a deep red. I felt his shaft swell, and the next thing I knew he groaned and fired a blast of cum that hit him on the forehead.

I gave him another stroke, and another shot hit him in the chin. A third stroke, and a shot landed between his pecs. I milked him the way he had milked me, until his chest and stomach were dotted with puddles of semen.

When he was finally still I let go of his cock and sat back.

After a long pause he said, “Holy fucking shit.”

I looked at him. He had cum dripping over his eyebrow and a half-smile on his face.

“That was definitely gay,” I said.

“I guess,” he said, shrugging, “but so what? You liked it, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t pretend I didn’t.

“Yeah, I did.”

I looked down at my chest and stomach, where my own cum was starting to dry.

“I’m going to get a shower.”

“Right behind you,” he said.

I went into the bathroom and turned the water on. While I was rinsing myself off I thought about what we had just done.

I can’t say it was a total surprise. The last couple of times we watched each other beat off I’d been tempted to do what Brian had done: to just go over and put my hand on his dick. I was glad one of us had finally taken the initiative.

I felt myself getting hard again.

I turned the water off, got out of the shower and started drying off. Then I walked back into the room, my dick now at half-staff.

Brian was lying on his bed, still naked, looking at my cock. He was totally hard again.

On an impulse I stepped over to his bed, threw my leg over him and sat down, straddling his thighs. Our dicks were nearly touching.

I took his cock in my left hand and my cock in my right and started stroking both. Brian looked up at me, his mouth hanging open and delight in his eyes.

Then I took both our cocks in one hand. When they touched, shaft to shaft, it felt like a bolt of electricity shot through me. Brian made a moaning sound.

It wasn’t easy to get both cocks in one hand, we were both so thick, but I managed to get a good stroke rhythm going anyway. Meanwhile Brian gripped my thighs with both hands and made little gasping noises.

Considering that I’d come just 15 or 20 minutes before, It didn’t take at all long to start feeling the approach of another orgasm.

When I was really close I let go of Brian’s cock and wrapped my hand tightly around my own. Three, four, five strokes and I came again, not so hard this second time but hard enough to make me cry out.

Cum spurted out my slit and dribbled onto Brian’s dick. I grasped him with my free hand and began stroking, using my cum as lube. He must have been close, too, because in mere seconds his mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back in his head and a load of semen shot onto his stomach.

It wasn’t easy, but I managed to keep stroking both of us long enough to empty our balls again. When we were both finished I looked down, and saw cum dripping from both my hands and collecting in puddles on his stomach.

I looked at Brian. His eyes were closed. After a few seconds he opened them, and as our eyes met he said, “Oh my fucking God, that was the hottest thing ever.”

I could only laugh.

Brian felt around for his cum rag and handed it to me. I wiped my hands, then swiped his stomach.

On another impulse I brought the rag up to my nose and inhaled the sharp, bleachy, utterly male scent of cum.

Brian reached up and took the rag for me, then took his own deep sniff.

“I love that smell,” he said.

I got off of him and went to wash my hands. While Brian was taking his turn in the shower I put on a pair of boxers and got in bed.

“Well,” I thought as I listened to the sound of running water, “what on earth have you gotten yourself into?”

***

I slept soundly that night, lulled by a gentle rain that had started while Brian and I were messing around.

The next day, a Saturday, was transition day, when the kids who were staying only half the summer packed up and got picked up by their parents.

It’s typically a crazy day, with kids frantically trying to locate missing possessions and families milling about, and was made crazier by the beastly afternoon heat. Not until evening did things settle down again.

At dinner Amy sidled up to me and whispered something about going for a swim after lights out. I guess with the camp less crowded — second-half campers wouldn’t arrive till tomorrow — she was less worried about us getting Cebeci travestileri caught sneaking around.

Apparently she’d made arrangements with Claire to lure Brian back to our cabin, because she and I had the secret cove to ourselves. We fucked twice that night, and again I was pleased to know that my experimentation with Brian hadn’t lessened my enjoyment of straight sex.

When I got back to the cabin Brian was just getting out of the shower. We exchanged a couple of sly remarks about the events of the evening, but we were both pretty beat and we turned in not long afterward.

The next day, a Sunday, was arrival day for second-half campers, and so a long and tiring one, again made worse by the heat. The kids were strung-out and noisy from excitement, and it was later than usual before we could get them all settled down enough for lights out.

When all was more or less quiet I went down to the lake and sat on a bench to enjoy what little breeze there was. I needed time to think.

Gazing out over the water, I marveled again at the strange way my sex life had unfolded that summer.

On the one hand, I was pursuing women the way I always had, and having plenty of fun with the one I’d “caught.” On the other hand, I had this increasingly intense thing going with Brian, and I couldn’t make up my mind what this signified.

That I was enjoying what we did was beyond doubt, which raised uncomfortable questions for a straight guy.

A person who enjoys both sex with both men and women is by definition a bisexual; is that what I really was, or was becoming?

Or was it actually possible to “become” anything, where sexual orientation was concerned? Isn’t it always there, even if it takes a while to show up?

True, I’d heard of people who had flings with members of their own sex, but remained essentially straight.

In this vein, I suppose I could have argued that what Brian and I were doing was, as he said once, “just a couple of bros helping each other out,” and not indicative of any deeper tendency.

In my heart, though, I suspected something deeper was involved. But what that meant for my life after this summer was a question for another time.

The more immediate issue was: How far was I willing to take this with Brian?

I wouldn’t have long to find out.

*****

Before I recount what happened with Brian over the next few days, I need to tell you about something else that happened about the same time.

You might be wondering, as I was, whether Brian and I were the only guys fooling with each other that summer. It seemed unlikely, for a couple of reasons.

First, statistics suggested that at least one of the 14 guys working that summer was gay. It was also possible that two otherwise straight guys would be getting it on the way Brian and I were.

Doing so would have been a logistical challenge, however. Brian and I were lucky: we had a cabin to ourselves. But the other 12 guys lived in three four-person cabins, and opportunities for privacy would necessarily be limited.

On the other hand, I knew from my own experience that two horny people can almost always find a way to be alone for a few minutes.

Which I saw demonstrated once again as I made my way back to the cabin.

I was in no hurry to go inside on such a warm night, so I decided to take the trail that wound along the shore for a couple of hundred yards beyond camp until it branched. One fork continued along the water and into the hills and the other wound its way back through the woods toward the counselors’ cabins.

I didn’t have a flashlight, but I wasn’t worried about finding my way. There was just enough moonlight to make it possible to follow a path I’d taken many times before.

I was about 50 yards from the cabins, moving slowly with my eyes focused on the trail, when I heard a sound that made me stop and look up.

Maybe 25 yards away, two people were standing close together in a shadowed spot next to the trail. It was hard to see, of course, but eventually I was able to make out that it was two guys, and they were kissing.

Now, I’d seen guys kissing before, in person and on TV, but seeing it happen now, when I was messing around with a guy myself, felt different. It seemed exciting — erotic even, in a way it hadn’t seemed before. I felt my dick start to stiffen.

From what I could tell at this distance and in this light, their kiss was a passionate one. They had their arms around each other, and their heads were moving, as if they were using their tongues.

I was very curious to know who they were, of course, but couldn’t make either one of them out and didn’t dare trying to get closer.

Just then there was a loud noise somewhere nearby — I think a cabin door banged shut — and the two guys suddenly drew apart. Zipping their pants, they moved off down the trail toward the cabins.

I followed as quietly as I could, but I was unable to get close enough to see who it was. When they reached the cabin area they split up; Travesti cebeci one guy peeled off and disappeared around a corner, and the other guy headed off in the other direction, toward the camp HQ. As the second guy passed under a light on the corner of one cabin I caught a glimpse of longish blond hair.

I knew who that was: Oliver.

“Well, that’s a surprise,” I thought.

Oliver is what you might call the camp’s seasonal handyman. His boss, the head maintenance guy, is a year-round employee who lives in town, but Oliver works only during the summer, and lives in a small apartment above the maintenance building.

He’s a little older than the counselors — I’m guessing 25 — and by his own choice hangs out with them only if specifically invited. But he is well-liked by both campers and counselors, and is especially popular among the women because, as Amy puts it he is both “smokin’ hot” and a genuinely nice guy.

I always liked Oliver, too, and could understand why girls think he is so attractive. He has piercing blue eyes, perfect teeth and pale blond hair that always looks like he just toweled it dry. He’s a little shorter than me but has a more solid, muscular build. He wouldn’t look out of place on the Norwegian wrestling team.

I said I was surprised at first to see him kissing a guy, but on second thought, why should I be?

Pretty much everyone here knows me as a straight guy, and that I have a thing going with Amy, yet I’m trading handjobs with a guy on the side. Why should I be the only one crossing the lines?

As I made my way back to my cabin I pondered who the other guy was with Oliver, and what exactly the two of them had been up to. That they were or had been playing with each other’s cocks, as well as kissing, seemed likely, and I had to wonder whether they’d had other encounters as well.

My dick was totally hard.

When I walked in our door, Brian was in the shower, so I called out to let him know I was back.

“Hey,” he said. “Be right out.”

But I couldn’t wait. I stripped off my clothes, stepped into the bathroom and opened the shower door.

“Make room,” I said. “I’m coming in.”

He looked up at me in surprise, then down at my raging cock. He smiled, and stepped back enough for me to get in next to him.

It was a tight fit, but I made it work by pressing against him, my stiff dick between us.

His cock, which had been soft when I walked in, was getting hard fast, and I felt it pressing against my balls from below. I leaned back enough to reach down, take him by the shaft and point him upward, then let my hand drop. Our cocks were now rubbing against each other, with just enough soap on them to make them slide easily.

Then I did something I thought I’d never do: I put my hands on either side of Brian’s face, pulled him close and kissed him.

If he was surprised by this, he didn’t show it. He kissed me back eagerly, and soon we were seriously making out.

Meanwhile we ground our cocks against each other. If we’d kept it up I’m sure we both would have come soon, but I had another idea.

I let my right hand slide down Brian’s back to the cleft in his buttocks, then ran a finger downward between his cheeks until I could press it against his hole. He moved one leg to the side so I’d have more room to work, and when he did I slipped the tip of my finger inside him.

Brian broke the kiss long enough to make a high-pitched moaning sound in my ear. I pressed the finger further, and he gasped with pleasure.

“Do you like it when I play with your ass?” I whispered.

“God, yes,” he said. “Deeper.”

I thrust the finger in as far as I could, which wasn’t far, given the awkward angle I was coming from.

“This would be easier in bed,” I said, withdrawing the finger.

Brian let go of me and reached up to the shower head, angling it so that both of us could rinse off quickly. Then he stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. When he was done with it he handed it to me and left the bathroom.

When I came out, partly dry and my hair still dripping, Brian was lying on his bed with his legs apart and his knees in the air, playing with his very hard cock. I had a clear view of — and clear access to — the wrinkled pink star of his butthole.

I got a bottle of lotion out of my nightstand drawer and knelt between his legs. I spread some lotion on my fingers and then smeared some around the hole, which made him catch his breath again. When he was reasonably well lubricated I slipped my middle finger in as far as the first knuckle.

He gasped with pleasure.

I worked my finger in a little further. He was very tight, so I paused long enough for him to adjust. I marveled at the heat I was feeling.

Somewhere I’d heard that the prostate gland is very sensitive to touch, but I had only a vague idea where it was. I probed with the tip of my finger until I touched something firm, which made Brian gasp again. I started stroking it with a finger, and he actually whimpered.

He was jacking himself now, trying to match his hand movements to the rhythm of the finger-fucking I was giving him. But the sight of his swollen cock was so tempting that I knocked his hand aside, leaned down and — surprising myself as much as him — gave it a long slow lick from the base to the head.

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Think Like the Enemy

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They’d crossed into Golf-Lima, where gently rolling meadows of windswept, yellowy weeds were punctured by chunks of broken concrete and mostly rusted steel.

Pax was naked, his face covered by the bandana, and slowly turning as the Sexy Scarab’s nozzle misted him with a fresh layer of bug repellant. He clenched his sphincter to stop it from gaping or he’d feel the bug spray burn unpleasantly inside him.

He pulled the bandana from his eyes as the spray dried into a sun-glistening layer.

Ferryn was tinkering on top of the battle wagon. Solstice was lugging himself around the perimeter, his huge blaze mortar resting on his shoulder pads, hands on the triggers. The commander was leading Axil around.

The psycho convulsed as his dangerous energies were once again discharged in shocks.

Solstice strolled past, eyes on the horizon. “Y’think it’s anything this time? Bautista’s freedick is squirting the moment anyone just mentions a fistin’ undernest.”

Pax slapped his forearm wraps back onto his densely tattooed arms. “If not we’ll know fast as a cumshot with a psycho ’round. There sure was loads’a bugs in the forest.”

“Spooked you?”

Pax grinned. “Ha, fist off.”

The leader with the purple bandana and his collared attendant with a tactical jockstrap returned.

“Bugs queuing underground,” Bautista simply said. “Toward the border to Foxtrot-Gamma.”

“The boy tell you that, sir?” Pax asked.

Axil nodded. “No mutants, so the signal’s weak as fuck. But there’s a lot.”

“Ever caught a bug, boy?” Solstice asked.

Axil swallowed and met the eyes of the man with the skull tattoo. “I gotta see some Roaches up close for psy-training, but sedated, weak as a triple fisted mancunt. And the occasional Weevil in a cage. The rest was… at a distance.”

Bautista slapped Axil’s and Pax’ back in passing. “Hop on, we’ll catch a fresh bitch.”

With the commander piloting, the Sexy Scarab rolled off, as carefully and stealthily as a tank-van could.

Pax groped his way up to the top where Ferryn was bolting something in place, knees far apart to remain stable.

“What the fist, dude?” Pax asked.

Ferry looked up, proud. Between the two mass driver turrets had been an iron barstool to keep back-to-back gunners from dropping off the vehicle during maneuvers.

The engineer had replaced it with a double-headed dildo holder at hip-height. Pax of course recognized the bright green, two-ended fist dildo with knots along the shaft.

The short man in the penguin muzzle shrugged. “Nobody ever sat on the seat. This is better by an assgasm. Literally. Saw one like this at the zoner-garage in Haven.”

“I want that toy back inna box,” Pax said. “You shoulda asked, dicklet-hole.”

“Nuh-uh,” Ferry made and pulled his pink goggles up. “Don’t cream your jock. ‘Course, the Helping Hands are removable so they won’t be exposed to the elements. I’m a genius.”

Axil was sitting by the roof hatch, his legs dangling into the Scarab. He had eyes on them with vague interest. Solstice sat in the side mounted cage of the right Q-energy pulser. He gave an approving nod.

Pax sighed. “I’ll… Fuck yeah? Verdict’s still fisting out, but fuck yeah for now.”

“Low five?”

Pax reached for the roof lube dispenser and slathered his hand. Ferryn went on all fours, holding onto a gold painted pipe.

Pax opened the roof dildo box, finding only one toy stowed there, red and black with three thick knots. He dragged it through the lube dispenser, popped it onto the roof’s vac plug and sat down.

The gunner’s hand went into the smaller man’s ass and Ferry rattled on the pipe like he needed to rip it off, his body fighting to the last. Pax pumped gently for a few minutes, the twink given over to rolling assgasms while Pax had to do light squats to get his own. He felt the rise of sexual bliss. Apropos.

“Psycho, can ya gimmi the Thunder Bliss?”

“Yeah, dude. Do I get dibs on the fuck machine?”

“Knock yaself out.”

The Sexy Scarab slowed to a slightly squeaky halt too soon, leaving Pax craving hours more of the deeper and harder assgasms. But duty called.

“Convoy Dikmen travesti ahead,” Bautista said over com. “Ferryn, send a scout. We’ll grab a specimen and run but prepare for hot fistin’ pursuit.”

“On it, sir,” Ferryn said, standing wide legged. He retrieved a head-sized drone — Thrip — and sent it off for reconnaissance.

Bautista climbed out onto the roof. “Circle up, zoners.”

The five formed a circle, leaning into it, arms along each other. Axil had been told about this ritual and was smiling eagerly.

“Lemmi hear it, mancunts,” Bautista shouted. “Why are we here?”

All together yelled. “To fuck up bugs, fuck up bugs, fuck up bugs! Hooo! Hooo! Hooooo!” They burst apart, Bautista hopped down together with Axil and the crew went to work as the Scarab moved again.

Soon they came in sight of the aboveground trail of bugs. Weevils and Wasps. Basically the same grotesque assemblies of grotesque insect parts but one flew like a chicken, the other like a hawk.

They formed a line of about one bug every three feet, carrying or rolling dirt clumps and rocks, digging something underneath the ground.

“Still no Dragonfly,” Axil said over com. “Gonna unload, gimmi a sec- hhnnng.” His voice vanished as he got shocked.

The vermin attacked. A segment of the trail broke off and came straight for the battle wagon.

Solstice was back in the Q-pulser cage and sent purple bolts into the airborne bugs. Ferryn had climbed halfway down the side with a long rod in hand.

Pax let a Helping Hand slip into his ass and sighed as the promise of continued assgasming teased his body. He fired a rattling spray of needles at the Wasps, his tattooed arms vibrating at the mass driver’s grips.

“Contact in five,” Ferry said over the com in his pink muzzle. “Three… two… on us.”

Bautista released bug killer all around, fogging up the ground. Bandanas went up.

“Got a Wasp on the hook,” Ferry said. “Defend my ass while I cage a bitch.”

Dazed Wasps rained onto the roof, mostly incapacitated but still dangerous in their death throws.

Pax kicked and stomped as he kept gunning them down. He pulled his zapper off his belt. Using the mass driver one handed made for bad aim but they were swarmed anyway.

“Auto mode on the Q,” Solstice said. “I’m gonna cook ’em.”

He lifted his blaze launcher with both short, muscle-bulging arms over his head, resting it on the shoulder pads. Green orbs thumped from the barrel. Emerald fire pillars ripped along the ground where they landed.

“Axil here,” the psycho’s voice came from the com. “They called in reinforcements. We’ll have Roaches up our mancunts in minutes.”

“Make this shit count,” Bautista said. “Ferryn?”

“Can’t get one inside all this smoke, sir.”

“I’ll hit the pedal, hold on, boys.”

The Sexy Scarab jolted into motion and Pax felt the Helping Hand rush into him. He pissed himself with an instant assgasm. Greed took over and he slammed his ass backward again and again for deep sensations.

They left the safety of the fog, the Q-energy still auto firing at whatever moved, now supplemented by auto-zappers. There was a second wave of Wasps incoming from the trail but right now the main danger were Weevils making it onto the roof.

Pax zapped where he safely could, as indicated by the spray paint, and bug-splosions re-dyed the spiky metal plates in gooey teal. He let the blade jut from his pistol as vermin got within reach.

Solstice had put his favorite gun down and was manually aiming the vehicles biggest barrel right above the pilot canopy.

“Gotcha, haha,” Ferryn said. “Stowing live Weevil. Fist yeah.”

Pax slipped off the mass driver’s ‘seat’, one last assgasm making him fall to his knees. He slithered on lube and bug goo, continuously zapping, kicking, crushing.

“Done!” Ferry shouted and climbed back onto the roof, two bags of thick plastic in tow, each wriggling and nearly too heavy for the twink.

“Moving!” Bautista shouted and the Scarab gained speed.

Solstice kicked the release pedal on the Ripper Mk II and a blinding beam seared the tundra ahead where the second wave of Weevils had collected. The Dikmen travestileri tank rails crushed what was left.

As the engineer climbed down the hatch, Pax slapped the twink’s glutes, framed by the pink and blue jockstrap.

“Hey dude, good job on the seat.”

Ferryn laughed. “Bitch, if I’d known you get yourself all fisted out during combat, I’d have used a dicklet dildo.”

“Glad ya didn’t, genius.”

“Ha, fist off.”

Three men were squeezed onto the crescent sofa. The commander sat wide legged in his driver chair, his purple crotch bandana wet with a heavy pre-cumshot.

Axil had both hands hovering over the plastic bags. “They’re in contact. The nearest Dragonfly is… try’na figure out what’s happening. Uh, button.”

Pax reached over and pressed the psycho’s c-collar button to unload him. Axil’s face turned skyward with a silent scream, his muscles briefly locking up.

“It’s not triangulation,” Axil continued, “but I can give you the direction. Map?”

Bautista dragged a screen off the wall on a rickety arm.

“From the possible distance,” Axil said, “somewhere between, hm, button.” Every time he unloaded he was quivering a bit more, acting a little loopier. He swayed. “Here to Kilo-Tango. I think they’re gonna be severed soon so if the Dragon’s on the move…” He let Pax unload him again.

“Are you okay, bro?” Ferryn asked.

“Y-yeah, dude,” Axil said. “I’m good, great. A pussy to eat and I’d be perfect. One more.”

“You sure?”

“M-my fistin’ *body’s* about’a unload.”

Pax tapped the c-collar button again. Axil went from a shock flex into an assgasm flex, his neck’s veins seeming ready to burst. “Hhhhggnnn fuuuuuckaaasssss.”

The psycho’s pain had reached a threshold where it discharged as the greatest pleasure his body had been trained for. Pax had never quite gotten to that point.

“Cute,” Bautista said, groping his own crotch. “Okay mancunts, toss the trash out but make sure it’s dead. Axil, suckjob? Or does anyone else want a go?”

When bugs built aboveground nests big enough to be visible from the air, they got bombed. The bugs had learned that.

“Thrip’s reporting some fucky earthwork, sir,” Ferryn said, leaning on the side of the pilot chair as it bounced in its suspension. “Looks like a nest.” He twisted the screen’s arm to let the leader see.

Pax and Axil looked at each other, their asses touching at the center of the bright blue double sided dildo.

“I…” Axil started. “I can sense the presence, I think.”

“Fist yeah,” Bautista said. “Get the psycho ready, boys.”

The dildo riders slid apart, the forearm-thick rod ‘slurping’ out, knot by knot, their legs involuntarily slapping against each other as their assgasms shot a final hurrah through their entire bodies.

Solstice opened a hatch and a tangle of restrains dropped out. “Who the fist didn’t put that shit away right?” Nobody confessed while he picked up the ties and cuffs. “All right, newbie. On your stomach.”

“Yeah yeah,” Axil said. “I know, bro.”

Pax disinfected the floor and put a laminated map down. Solstice hog-tied Axil, except for his right arm. The bound teen’s chest rested on a cushion so he could look at the map semi comfortably.

“Man, this sucks fist,” Axil said, wiggling in the roped cuffs. “But I can… feel it. Dragonfly. They don’t know we’re coming yet.”

Bautista rotated the chair to face inward. He leaned down and slapped his hand onto the tied Axil’s ass. “Why the fist are we here, zoners!?”

Everybody but the tied up Axil slapped down on the psycho’s ass. They all yelled. “To fuck up bugs, fuck up bugs, fuck up bugs! Hooo! Hooo! Hooooo!”

Pax slapped Axil’s ass in passing again and climbed up to the top hatch. “Sir, I’ll be on lookout. Solstice?”

Pax and the heavy hitter with the skullface emerged onto the moving Scarab and waited until a hill came into view. Axil was scribbling onto the map, his c-collar’s light blinking.

The drive-by mindreading had begun.

The guy with the huge “psycho” tattoo across the back spasmed as his collar forcibly unloaded. Ferryn put his naked foot in front of the man’s face to keep Axil Travesti dikmen from smashing his nose into metal.

“They know,” Axil shouted. “They’re raising some bugshit defenses.”

Bautista half-swiveled around to look at the drawn-on map. “Can you keep going?”

“Y-yes sir, but something big’s coming to rip our mancunts apart.”

“Weapons, crew.”

Inside the Sexy Scarab, Ferryn kept a foot beneath Axil’s face — the teen was getting wrecked by his c-collar again — but stretched to the back, to the plate with the radioactive symbol, where he flipped switches. “Ripper ready in ten… eight…”

Pax closed the top hatch to keep the crew safe and got onto the left Q-energy pulser, Solstice taking the other.

The ground got dug up as Flea emerged, the studded tubes at the ends of their tentacle-like snouts dripping acid. Auto-zappers on the Scarab’s side fired and the gunners sent purple bolts into the loose ground.

The blaze mortar fired ahead, sending the battle wagon rushing through green flame like a ground-bound comet. Nothing got too close.

The hill ahead burst apart and a Worm broke to the surface.

The Worm was as wide as the Sexy Scarab, three times as long and ugly as a prolapsed anus. It moved like a maggot with a dozen half-formed legs helping the crawl along.

Hundreds of Weevils and a dozen Roaches flooded from the hole it left.

The Sexy Scarab held course. The biggest gun fired a blinding beam and the Worm’s halves were shunted sideways, aflame.

Bautista’s voice came from the com. “We got as much as we’ll get. Dragonfly is dipping out. We’re fisting off.”

The Scarab veered and Pax reached for the zapper on his belt. The clanking along the sides told him from experience that smoldering Roaches were clinging on and would show their mutated heads any second. He defended the blaze-blasting Solstice as they left the ruptured hill behind.

Axil was sleeping on his back. He was still tied up, forearms and calves together in front in case the Dragonfly had implanted destructive orders. The collar had knocked him out when the bug queen had taken over the psycho’s mind.

The map was covered in lines and dots with some shorthand.

“This is assgasmic intel,” Bautista said. “We’re almost to Hotel-November, gonna cross the river there. We have the Spider Rider mancunts calling on sat and they’re willin’ta share if we do.”

“If I’m reading this right,” Ferryn said, “the Dragonfly was sending orders even to zones outside the triangulated area. Is this psycho intel fucky or is this much fisting bigger than we thought?”

Bautista shrugged. “We’ll know more inna bit.” He brushed his left hand against his right forearm where the four rings were tattooed. “Not fisting sure which one to hope for.”

Axil stirred. “Ughhhh, fuck my life. That was such a brain fisting. Can I get water?”

“Sure, boy,” Pax said. “Anythin’ else?”

Axil grinned. “If there’s no pussy, I’ll take cock.”

Bautista rose and stretched, careful not to bump into equipment. He hung his purple crotch bandana on a gauge and slapped his hardening dick against his palm. “Ready to drain my balls, noob?”

Axil chuckled. “I already drank a load, sir.”

“Is that a no?”

“Can I get anal?”

The leader turned up the Post-rock Ear-fisting Speed-wave playlist and left Ferryn to type out the map data. The engineer arranged the fuck-machine between his legs, a black fist pumping up.

Bautista flipped over some laminated pictures of naked chicks around the sofa. On the backs were pictures of his girlfriend Isolde. He slapped Axil’s face. “*You* look fucking elsewhere, boy. Got that?”

“Sir-yes-sir.”

Bautista sank his thick freedick into the naked teen, eyes on his chick, and fucked. Axil moaned softly.

Pax had taken the pilot chair instead, steering with little effort. Solstice knelt where a cocksucker would have been, sitting all the way on the green double dildo “Helping Hands” – knots meant for two dicklet dudes sliding in and out of him, granting double the whole body wrecking assgasms.

The black hunk drew a deep breath from the Thunder Bliss bottle and handed it to Pax. A deep breath later, Pax slid forward and pointed his hole at the grenadier. A fist dug into him while Axil in the back of the vehicle whimpered and pissed himself.

The external com bleeped on the armrest of the pilot chair. The Spider Riders were already at the meeting spot. They’d have to wait a bit.

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Babes

Stunned after my encounter with Brock, I laid low for a couple of days. I remember slipping out of his apartment around 3 or 4 AM, exhausted and reeking of his seed. I’d lost count of the number of times he had fed me another load of semen or bathed my face with his ejaculate. I could feel his DNA drying on my face, in my hair, and could taste it in my mouth, could feel it congealing in my belly. It had invaded my mind, as well, and I sure as hell didn’t want anyone to see it.

Too afraid to be caught in the elevator, I conducted my walk of shame toward the stairwell and down the couple of floors to my modest apartment. I went straight to bed and, too numb for anything else, curled up in a ball under the covers. About an hour later I woke up with the realization that, while I’d been present for half a dozen or more of his orgasms, I hadn’t had one of my own.

Still hidden in the secret fortress under my covers, the ever-present scent of his cum still surrounding me, I pictured his cock and masturbated furiously, coming within a few seconds. I’d never even thought of eating my own cum before, but there under the covers, I didn’t even think twice while slurping down my own semen. I was disappointed by the flavor — I fell back asleep ashamed of what I’d just done, and fell asleep with the terrifying thought – Brock’s cum tasted much, much better.

For the next few days, I avoided the elevators and public areas as much as possible — not because I didn’t want to see him, but because I knew in my heart-of-hearts what my reaction would be. While I was ashamed and humiliated to be so thoroughly encrusted by his essence, deep down inside I knew that if I was to see him, it was highly probably that I’d be a willing participant in repeating the whole process again.

I proved myself right about that — as the days passed, the embarrassment of sneaking out of his apartment crusted in his drying seed faded, but the thrill and arousal of our encounter grew bolder and bolder in my mind. I realized it was silly to use the stairs all the time and returned to using the elevator. I hadn’t seen Brock in all this time, but my thoughts constantly drifted towards the time we’d spent together. By the time a week had passed, I was steeling myself to return to the gym. Well — my cock was becoming steely thinking about it, anyway.

Apparently, my mind was adjusting too. I absent-mindedly found myself browsing for new athletic wear — but nothing like what I was used to wearing. I found myself ordering a cut-off shirt in the wife-beater style, with matching hip-hugging shorts. I didn’t quite have the confidence to select pink, my cowardice and/or fear making me chicken-out. I choose a red-orange color instead. When they arrived, I immediately tried them on, parading in front of the mirror for an hour, with my brain returning over and over again to the same singularly-focused thought… “Will HE like them?”

There was only one way to find out.

Dressed in street clothes and desperately clutching my workout bag, I finally found myself doing the most difficult exercise ever — opening the door to our community gym. Inside, like the proverbial potted plants, were the same two old biddies I’d seen the last time I was here, yapping away while pretending to use the treadmills. I ignored the smirks on their all-knowing faces as I passed by them to the changing room. One of them picked up her phone as I passed by, probably checking the time to see if “Wheel” had started yet. Ignoring them, I went to the locker room and quickly changed into my fancy new workout clothes, while hopelessly trying to will my boner to go away. I looked at myself in the changing-room mirror — these clothes were a better idea when I was alone in my apartment, but wearing them here made me feel so…

For the first time since our night together, the name “Frannie” flashed through my mind. I hadn’t thought that, not even once, while mincing around my apartment – but here in the gym, the name washed over me like a tidal wave.

I tried to ignore that thought, and everything that went with it, going straight to the free-weights room to work out. I needed the distraction of physical exertion to quash my thoughts. It didn’t help. I intentionally used the 5-pound dumbbells again, I didn’t want to over-do it, but I tried to get into the zone anyway.

After a few minutes, the twilight realm of my own secret thoughts was disturbed by the opening of the door, and that deep baritone voice. “Hey, Mary, Eleanor, how’s it ‘goin?” I froze, a chill running down my spine. I didn’t have to turn and look. It was Brock. He made a tiny bit of chit-chat with the ladies, then I saw him head toward the changing room out of the corner of my eye. I had to force myself not to look as he went by. It was hard.

So was I.

The next minute or so was a bit of a blur. A big part of me was terrified. I wanted to run, to get out of there, to be somewhere — anywhere — else, Kızılay travesti but I rationalized that I’d have to go get my street clothes and keys out of the locker room, so my brain just froze while my hands idly worked the weights. I could feel myself begin to sweat, not because of exertion… but fear. Fear…. Or was it anticipation?

All too soon the door opened, and Brock emerged. Same desert-tan military-style shirt, same simple red shorts. I tried so hard not to look but I could see the curve of his manhood pushing against the right leg of the thin nylon fabric. A shock of adrenaline rushed through me as I recognized his cock hanging to the right, and it seemed to be at least at half-staff already. I didn’t have to look to know I’d find nothing under those red shorts besides his ample member.

“Hey Frank, how’s it ‘goin?”

I tried to be cool. “Hey, Brock, what’s up?” It was a stupid question, but I was amazed and taken off guard by the movement in his shorts. My question made his cock flutter, as if to show me exactly what was “up”. The tenting of his right leg became even more obvious. “Same as always, ya know.” He smiled, confidently picking up the 30-pound dumbbells and working them like they were marshmallows.

I was distracted by noise and movement from the machine-room. The older ladies were dismounting the treadmills, and, confident to roam the hallways in their Lula Roes, headed to the gym exit. One of them turned and called out to Brock. “Have fun, Sweetie.” He looked over his shoulder and called back to her as the door began to close. “Don’t worry, hun… I will.” The door closed with an ominously loud click.

We were alone.

I didn’t know what to do. When he turned his head, nervous and scared, I set down the 5-pounders and slipped over to the weight bench. The barbells didn’t look very heavy, so I tried to do a few bench presses. Brock was somewhat ignoring me while he worked the dumbbells, but after a few reps it was obvious that I was over my head. He lowered his weights and came over to the bench. “Let me spot you, Frannie, ya don’t want to get hurt.” I noticed it didn’t take long for him to use the new name he’d made for me.

I realize I’d set myself up for this, but it happened so fast! Before I knew it, he was standing above me, his hands on the weights, him looking down at me. The ripple in his shorts had grown rather obvious as if his cock was remembering the time I’d spent working on it and was anticipating further joy. As I pretended to work the weights, he pretended to spot me, almost casually shifting his left foot back and his right foot forward so that his increasingly erect cock was completely in my view.

He let the weights down and I struggled to work them up. When I bothered to take my eyes off his penis, I could see his upside-down face smiling at me. “New outfit, Frannie? Kinda sexy.” On the next downward rep, he let the weights gently rest against my chest, while sliding his right leg — and his cock — closer to my face. The tip of his dick brushed my cheek, leaving a streak of wetness when I turned my head. He smiled and lifted the weights a bit, at the same time lowering his wet cockhead so it pushed against my cheek again. “Someone misses you,” he said in a low, sultry voice. I could feel his cockhead pulsing lightly, its warmth against my cheek. “Say Hello.”

I didn’t resist, I didn’t hesitate, I just… I just opened my mouth, turned my head. His cockhead slid into my mouth as if it belonged there all this time, and I was just waiting to make it happy again. I could feel it swell and expand slightly as my mouth engulfed it, and the subtle sigh of satisfaction from his sharp intake of breath reawakened all those pent-up feelings laying just below the level of my consciousness.

It happened so fast, but just like that, his cock was in my mouth again. All other pretenses fell by the wayside. I was overwhelmed by the sensations, the hard yet spongy feel of it, the sight of his shaft and the low-hanging nuts dangling right in my eyes. I could feel more than taste, the thick drop of nectar that had already gathered at the tip, precum with a promise of more to follow.

Even more than that, there was his hot-man smell, which was heady and strong, intensified by the fact that his gym shorts had made a tent over my face and my entire world was thin red fabric shielding his cock and balls from the world around us. It was so surreal — so real, so intimate. I barely noticed that Brock returned the weights to their cradle while lowering more and more of his hardening shaft into my welcoming mouth.

For my part, the transition from innocent (yet dressed for the part ) gym member to blatant cocksucker seemed to take only a minute. My hands, still on the barbells, now pulled myself up as, without thinking, I worked to get more and more of his cock into my mouth.

Brock laughed and took a step back. His cock had hardened significantly Kızılay travestileri in the few seconds I’d had it in my mouth, and I watched it retreat with sadness as he adjusted his shorts to cover it again. The overhead lights splashed into my eyes and his cock was gone from view. “Let’s take this somewhere more private.” I could feel the adrenaline rush hit me. I was scared and nervous, but it was what I wanted too. “Lemme quick get changed,” I said as I headed for the locker room.

Brock just laughed again, that confident, deep chuckle that scared me. “You’re fine just like that. Grab our gym bags and let’s go.” My eyes grew wide and I turned to look at him. He smiled that cocky smile and smacked my ass. The noise of the sharp crack startled me more than the actual contact with my ass.

“Move it, Frannie!” was all he said.

I moved it.

I hurried into the locker room where I found both our bags right by the door, as if a hasty exit was already planned. Hustling to get them, I joined Brock as he was opening the door. He let me pass him on the way out, and again he put his hand in the small of my back as he ushered me out. The significance of this wasn’t lost on me, my cock hardened even more, and I felt more and more like…

That thought was interrupted as his hand slid down to cup my ass and press me out into the hallway.

I almost ran face-first into Eleanor, one of the older ladies who’d been on the treadmill earlier. She took the whole scene in in an instant — me carrying both bags, Brock’s escorting hand on my ass, she probably even saw the tenting in both of our shorts. She tittered as only a judgemenal old lady can. “I left my water bottle on the treadmill,” she smiled, rather smugly. “You boys have a good day now. Be safe.” I could feel my face turn red as a beet.

I was too dumbfounded to speak, or even to move. Brock’s hand on my ass pressed me forward so I had to take a step. “Thanks, Ellie. See ya later. Appreciate the call.”

Call? I couldn’t process it, didn’t have time. Brock’s fingers sinking deeper into my ass flesh as he pressed me out into the hallway. Fortunately we made it into the elevator before Ellie returned, as I didn’t want to explain why Brock only pressed the button for his floor. Alone in the elevator, I must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights. I mean, it was pretty obvious what was happening, but the suddenness of it hit me with a surreal intensity and I didn’t know what to do or say.

Brock knew. He reached down to the hem of his shorts and lifted them, his cock springing free so that I could get a really good view of it. I dropped the bag in my right hand and reached for it hungrily, but he shook his head, and I found myself dropping to my knees and engulfing his heated member.

I had been too scared to leave my apartment for a week in case I ran into Brock — and not only did I do just that, but less than ten minutes later, his hard cock was already headed toward the back of my throat!

From the anticipation or the antics at the weight bench, Brock was already pretty stiff, and there was a familiarity about the heat, scent, and feel of his magnificent cock that just felt.. right.

All too soon, the elevator slid to a stop at Brock’s floor. I moved back, letting his cock slip from my lips as I started to rise. We made eye contact as Brock corrected me. “Put me away first, Frannie.” I fumbled to stretch the gym shorts over his raging erection as the doors were already sliding open. I was thankful no one was there to witness it, because they’d have gotten an eyeful of me, on my knees, mouth covered in saliva, fumbling to stretch thin gym shorts over an enormous, wet boner, as I looked nervously up, desperate to please an older, erect man.

Brock picked up his gym bag and retrieved his keys, dropping the bag at my feet, clearly indicating it was my responsibility to pick it up. “Let’s get moving,” he said, shifting his hips forward so that his thinly clad cock brushed against my cheek, “This cock isn’t going to suck itself!”

I was terrified by what he was saying, but transfixed with wonder by the almost casual way his covered penis just slid across my face. I could see a dark stain forming where the fabric of his shorts barely contained his dancing cockhead.

He stepped halfway out of the elevator, and once again, put his hand in the small of my back to assist me as I exited the car. As I did, his fingers slid down to my ass again and he grabbed a handful and squeezed. “You sure got a cute little bubble butt,” he smiled, “but we’re going to have to do something about those clothes. Let’s go.” I found myself ushered into the hall and was once again grateful that it had no one else in it but Brock and I.

We covered the distance to his doorway in silence, his hand gently manipulating my ass the whole time. I could feel my cock was as hard as it could get, but I forced my brain to not think Travesti kızılay about what was going to happen. He unlocked the door and ushered me inside without ever removing his hand from my ass until after we were inside.

Turning, he closed the door behind us, and once again the click of the lock as he sealed us inside echoed louder in my mind than reason said it should.

We were alone in his apartment together. This time I knew it wasn’t just “a beer between new friends.”

After securing the door and hanging his keys on a shelf, Brock turned to face me. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. It’s not like I didn’t know what was going to happen, more or less, but I was unable to do anything.

He took my face in both hands, and, in a move that surprised all of my expectations, he pulled me close to his face and kissed me, forcibly thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I was so startled by this — I’d just had the man’s dick in my mouth in a public elevator, but his kiss was so personal and so intimate on a level I was completely unprepared for. I vaguely recall letting the gym bags fall to the floor, but my arms just hung impotently by my side as this man used his tongue to invade my mouth.

After a moment of this — it could have been ten seconds or ten minutes, I can’t recall, he let go of my face and his hands roamed my shoulders and back. He took my new orange workout shirt in his hands and pulled. My eyes widened as he ripped the shirt right off of my back, taking a step back and discarding the garment at our feet.

“Much better.” He ran a hand over my naked, hairless chest, then reached over to a wall shelf by the door and selected a different keyring off of it. “Give me your keys.” As I turned and bent down to get them out of my gym bag, I felt his hands all over my ass again, but was still surprised when he ripped my gym shorts off of me and tossed them with the tattered shirt. Speechless, I handed him my keyring, and he quickly looped the keyring he’d selected onto my ring. He held the entire rig up by the new key and explained. “Now when I call you, you can come straight here. Use this key to get in. Never, EVER take it off of the rest of your keys, I want this on your person 24/7. Except for when you’re here, that is.”

I examined the new addition to my keyring. It was a pink metal key with the “Barbie” logo on the key head, attached to a large key fob made of pink plastic with the “Barbie” image — except her mouth was open in an obviously obscene manner! It even had a pretty pink tassel on it, as if it hadn’t called enough attention to itself already! I numbly accepted this new part of my life, and just stared at it in shock. Now I had to carry this with me wherever I went!

I must have just stared at it for too long. Brock asked “Got it, Frannie?” I just nodded. He repeated himself, just a little louder. “You Got That, Frannie?” I was somewhat amazed and startled that my reply came without thinking. “..y..yes, sir… “

He smiled. “Good. Take your bag to the back bedroom, I’ve laid out a few things for you. Put them all on and get back out here.” Still too stunned to even ask questions, I stammered “…y…yes, sir,” again and headed down the unfamiliar hallway to the back bedroom. I was astonished to see a nameplate on the door that said “Frannie” in pink, flowing letters, complete with little hearts to dot the lowercase i and fill the gaps in the letters a and e.

“Oh. My. God. What. Have. I. Got. Myself. Into??”

I gently opened the door.

At this point, I think I would have been less shocked to find an anime girl dangling from the ceiling. The entire room seemed to be a bright barbicore pink, from the walls to the curtains to the bedspread. I took two steps into the room, and the door closed behind me. Despite the bright pink colors, it was pretty dark, so I switched on the light — a soft pink glow came from the pink light bulbs in the pink dream-house chandelier. Even the little dresser was pink. The entire room was so fucking pink it was hard to navigate in it. I almost tripped over the pink high-heels on the pink carpet next to the pink canopy bed. On it was an arrangement of clothes, naturally, all pink.

Totally overwhelmed by the pink immersion, I turned and sat on the edge of the bed, being careful not to rumple the array of clothing. My eyes were instantly drawn to the only thing in the room that was not pink. A large, 11×14 black frame hung on the wall by the mirrored door. There, in meticulous fine detail, was an exquisitely focused, black and white picture of Brock. Well, I knew it was Brock, but it was an extreme close-up of his partially hard cock and furry balls. The balls hung, large and pendulous in the background, slightly out of focus in the bokeh, but the cockhead was in crystal clear focus, complete to the dimples, veins, and pores, with a glistening drop of precum barely seeping from the slit of the nearly erect member.

The picture was obviously there to contrast the pink of the room with the obvious purpose of the entire setup — I was here to worship this penis and he’d placed a photo of it next to the door in my room like a priest would put a cross on their wall to remind them of their calling.

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Ass

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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A story about a FFM Threesome with a me, a horny wife and her husband.

Hi Guys, I’m ‘Jessica’

I was a sex worker for many years. I’ve done a lot of naughty stuff with a lot of different men and women. I did some naughty pics, made some porn films and I eventually went down the slippery slope and ended up escorting. It was a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be.

After retiring from sex work I’ve decided to share fiction based on my real life experiences. I hope you will find it tantalising and erotic. My stories are as graphic as possible.

I’m 45 year old Female, married with children

All names and places changed etc you know the score.

—X—-

My First Husband & Wife

When you’ve been escorting for a while, you realise a lot of guys coming to enjoy your sexual services have wives or girlfriends. They want to fulfil a fantasy or do things their wives don’t like, without having an affair. Some, even discuss how much they love their wives. My job is to smile, listen, open my legs and be discreet.

I’d been seeing a lovely guy professionally for about a year. An older guy, we’ll call him Rick-for the sake of his anonymity. Rick liked an hour a month of pretty vanilla Girlfriend Experience every two weeks. He liked my sexy lingerie, my big juicy soft tits and my accommodating pussy, he was a lovely guy. Regular as clockwork. He was a very easy client to satisfy and a very enjoyable time for us both.

He was booked in for an hour on Saturday night, I quickly had one final check in the mirror before he arrived. I’d freshly showered, douched my asshole, my long blonde hair in a high ponytail. I wore a little red dress, some sheer red panties and a strapless red bra.

My doorbell rang and my tummy turned over. Like a factory whistle, it signalled it was work time.

“Hey beautiful” Rick said firmly gripping my round butt cheek. I kissed him on the lips and his tongue slipped into my mouth as I let him in and shut the door quietly. My large 36D breasts were squeezing out over the top of my dress, Rick whistled looking me up and down, like a lion watching a gazelle. I twirled round, so he could admire my ample curves.

“Thank you sexy.” I said, as he handed me a wad of cash. I put it in the hall table drawer, it’s not nice doing the money part. It turns some guys off, they like the GFE illusion. Get the money up front though. Every time.

“Wow look at you like a barbie doll.” He said.

I lead him to my bedroom. He had on his usual jeans and t shirt, his balding sandy hair combed back neatly. He always smelled nice, of old fashioned aftershave. I had made my bed with black sheets, a candle was burning. I was looking forward to a nice tranquil hour of sloppy blow jobs, a quick hard fuck and a facial. Rick always liked to do the same thing, which is fine by me.

We sat on the bed, French kissing, his hands feeling my willing body. He ran his hands up from my round hips, up my sides to my boobs, spilling out of the top of my sheer strapless dress. He kissed my cleavage, and I squeezed my breasts together with my hands.

Rick got up and began to undress. I sat on the bed opening my legs seductively, flashing my sheer red panties, waiting to get to work sucking his cock.

“I was wondering if we can come and have a sexy threesome babe?” He said pulling his stripy boxers down. Revealing his hard cock, he had a good length which always reached my G Spot.

“Yes darling, I love a sexy bit of girl on girl action, there’s a girl I duo with regularly, Vanessa, I can see if she’s available.” I said. Tempting him, I tickled my nipples. Girl on girl was easy money, and he loved my big juicy tits. My nipples were getting hard.

“No not a duo, with my wife. I don’t want her to know you and me do stuff obviously. Just like a role play we just meet and you know, let us seduce you.” Rick said as he squeezed handfuls of my breasts. His eyes fixed on my ample cleavage. “She won’t stop going on about it.”

“We will all have a lot of fun together I’m sure.” I said, feeling my juices start to flow for Rick. I was a bit wary of his wife in a role play with us. I’d heard a few stories about wives freaking out from Vanessa, she did couples regularly, so I was apprehensive. Usually when their husband started to fuck the pro. Rick was a good customer and a lovely guy so I didn’t turn him down. I needed to concentrate on his hard dick in front of me though.

I pushed my doubts down and pulled my sheer red panties to the side.

“We’ll talk about it later, I need to get at these tits babe.” Rick said ripping my top down. As he pushed his face into my cleavage, rubbing my breasts round his face, I still had those doubts.

—X—

A couple of weeks later, Ricky called me saying he’d like to book the role play with his wife.

He told me to meet him at The Bull Hotel in town, dress casually, and pretend that I didn’t know him. No lingerie, no high heels, his wife, Beth, needed to think I was just there Alsancak travesti to meet someone, unspecified.

He reassured me that it was his wife, Beth, who wanted to do this and I was an easy option. He reassured me his wife was bi and it was her that was hot for some pussy.

I got ready in my bedroom. Dressed in my normal clothes for a change I looked cute. I did my long, blonde hair up in a high ponytail, a smoky subtle, bronze eye shadow, and pink soft lips with clear gloss. I put on some high waist tight black leggings and a blue crop t shirt. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties, as this was supposed to be impromptu. I wore some flat ballet pumps.

Checking the mirror one last time to make sure my voluptuous curves and golden tan were on show. I decided I looked spontaneous enough and headed to The Bull.

The Hotel wasn’t far from my flat and it was warm so I walked round with out a jacket, my little blue Chanel purse over my shoulder.

I got a few doubts on the way. What if she freaked out and started screaming. Vanessa said the wives could freak out. I pushed my doubts down and decided it was easy really, get the money up front and if she freaks out leave. It would be Rick’s problem.

The Bull was a bit of a dive, but it was Ricks choice. I was only booked for one hour once we got to their room. The bar was dinly lit and quite crowded, I looked round, for Rick and his wife, I spotted them in a side booth, and made my way to a bar stool where they could see me.

Rick was sat with his wife against the wall. She was a brunette, short curl hair, a mumsy looking woman at a first glance. Ok I thought I could do this. Just eat the pussy up and leave.

I ordered a drink and sat at the bar, the barman eyeing me suspiciously. They got a lot of working girls in here. I was one of them I chuckled to myself. I did come in here occasionally to meet clients in their rooms, sales guys, engineers, but I never sat at the bar. He stood cleaning glasses next to me, staring a bit too much. He probably liked my big tits I thought.

Rick was talking to his wife, their heads together. I just scrolled Instagram on my phone. Pretending to watch the door for my imaginary date.

After about twenty minutes, Rick’s wife got up to go to the ladies. She was short and plump, wearing a long white flowy smock dress. I noticed it was slightly see through. Her flat cork sandals padded across the paisley carpet and as soon as she was gone, Rick rushed over, standing very close to me.

“Two cokes and a double gin and tonic, please.” Rick said to the nosey barman.

“You ready then? I said I’d come and ask you to join us, she thinks your hot as fuck but just play it cool like you’re coming to chat.” He blurted out. He looked a bit red and sweaty. He had a stripy shirt on and trousers, done up for their night out.

“Ok and she still wants to do this?” I said. I felt the butterflies in my tummy start, they always came on a first time with someone new. Especially with a client and his wife. I’ll admit, I was really nervous.

“Yes definitely she saw you first, before I mentioned you. I like that crop top, wear that the next time I come and fuck you.” He said leering at me. He stuck his hand up my top quickly up my top, feeling my breast.

He pulled his hand out moved away from me slightly. As the barman came back. Gratefully he just served Rick three drinks, shook his head and left, not wanting to get involved.

“She’s coming back now.” I said smiling over at her as she weaved through the bar and sat down.

“Come on then, let’s go.” Said Rick, we walked over as his wife sat down smiling at us.

“Beth, this is Jess she’s been stood up.” Rick said, I smiled like a was a bit disappointed but Beth was staring at my chest.

“Aww that’s a shame, don’t sit on your own, come and have a drink with us, it’s our anniversary.” Said Beth. Patting the seat next to her.

“Congratulations. How many years have you been married?” I asked, trying not to think about how many times her husband had cum in me.

“Seven years.” Beth said proudly.

“That’s lovely” I said, Rick gestured to me to go into the booth first. I wiggled in letting Beth get a view of my peachy round ass. I sat next to Beth and Rick followed, sitting next to me. I was in between them.

We had a bit of casual chat about random things, and the drinks flowed. Beth was drinking quite a bit, but Rick and I were on soft drinks.

Soon enough the talk turned sexy. Beth was starting to get a bit flirty with me. Her hand kept touching my thigh under the table. I responded, moving closer to her. My braless boobs brushing her arm. My nipples were hard and visible under the thin t shirt fabric. Rick was shuffling closer, squashing me between them.

Beth started talking about how her and Rick had been to a strip club for their last anniversary, she was definitely tipsy. We were all hot for each other. I wanted Rick to watch us. This was going to be fun.

“And Alsancak travestileri we got a lap dance off this girl with great big knockers and I grabbed them and they were hard as rocks, weren’t they Rick.” Beth said looking at my chest.

“They were, we had a few dances that night off some big titty girls though didn’t we.” Rick laughed.

“Are yours real?” Asked Beth pointing at my tits.

“Yes, they’re hundred percent real sweetheart.” I said winking at her. She giggled and I felt ricks hand sliding up my thigh and resting in my crotch.

“We like big boobs.” Beth blurted out giggling again I felt her finger tickle my thigh.

“Do you like mine then?” I asked, putting my hand on Beth’s wide thigh under the table, letting her know I was up for it. “Do you want to play with them?” I whispered in her ear.

“I’d definitely like to play with them” she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I thought she was going to start kissing me in the middle of the hotel bar. Her finger tracing up my side and under my crop top. “No bra, ooh you are a naughty girl aren’t you.” Beth whispered her cheeks flushing.

“Whoever stood you up was crazy.” Rick said, winking at me. I smiled at him, it was our own private joke.

The barman who was still watching us rang the bell and the other customers started to go to their rooms.

“We’ve got a room why don’t we have a few drinks up there and you can take your t shirt off. You dont mind do you?” Beth said looking over at Rick.

“You ladies carry on.” Rick said. Grinning at me and squeezing my thigh.

We made our way up the back stairs, Beth leading the way. Rick was pinching my bum as he followed behind. He slide his fingers between my legs feeling my crease through my leggings all the way to their room on the first floor. He was making me wet.

“I’ve gotta go for a wee, the drinks going straight through me.” Beth giggled. She went into the bathroom and shut the door.

It was a basic room, I’d been here a few times. Wooden double bed screwed to the wall, a built in desk and tv and a chair. Green carpet, white sheets and a little en suite bathroom near the door. You know the type of place. The beds don’t bang off the wall.

I sat on the bed as Rick quickly got his wallet out and gave me the 400 pounds fee we’d agreed on. I stuffed the money in my purse and put it on the bed side table. We kissed quickly with tongues.

“I’ll come and see you next week, this is great she’s loving it.” He whispered to me. He hurriedly started getting some drinks out of the mini bar as he heard Beth came back out of the bathroom. She was in only her white bra and panties. She sat next to me.

“Why don’t we get a bit more comfortable” Beth said putting her hand up my top and brushing my breasts. She was looking at Rick. He hadn’t lied, his wife was definitely hot for some pussy. “Take your top off. Let’s play.”

I pulled my t shirt off over my head, Beth stared at me for a second and looked at Rick.

“Hasn’t she got great big tits Rick?” Beth said.

Rick stood by the mini bar smiling and nodded. His hard on visible through his trousers.

“Great tits, I bet she wants you to suck them hard nipples.” Rick said.

I sat leaning back on the bed displaying myself, and Beth began to feel my breasts, her fingers brushing my nipples sent a thrill to my pussy. She was kneading handfuls, nibbling at my huge areola. My nipples were getting hard as she stuffed her face between my massive tits, just like Rick did every week.

I put my hand on her thigh and she leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues were licking at each other, our hands feeling each other. Beth’s small hands were kneading at my breasts. She was pulling and twisting my nipples, and licking my mouth. We were so turned on by each other, I was so wet.

“Let me lick you out. He likes watching he won’t touch you or anything, just me and you, girl on girl?” Said Beth. Her fingers gripping my leggings waist band tugging it down.

“You’re so naughty Beth.” I said giggling now too. I helped her to pull my leggings down as I shuffled up the bed. Beth pulled them off and threw them on the floor. She buried her face between my legs.

I lay back enjoying her tongue licking round my slit, it felt really good. Her fingers began to tease my clit. I moaned appreciatively. Rick stood at the side of the bed rubbing his cock, watching his wife munching on my pussy. I smiled at him.

Three of her fingers began moving in and out of my wet hole. I got close to orgasming she was so very good, I held back.

I felt my hole stretching as she spread her fingers inside me. Then she bagan working her little finger in. Teasing my clit with her tongue. She pumped me quite hard and I felt juice pouring out of me onto the sheet.

“That’s so good darling.” I breathed, I was panting hard, trying to contain my orgasm, holding my legs high in the air. Beth sat up my juice round her lips.

She began pushing her Travesti alsancak four fingers further inside, her thumb wiggled in gently. Grinning at me, I felt her whole hand inside me forcing it’s way up.

I lay on the bed gasping. Being fisted by a woman is a lot easier than being fisted by a man but the stretching is still painful at the start. I held my legs higher, the pressure on my pussy releasing as the stretch became pleasurable.

Rick was standing behind Beth’s shoulders stroking her hair out of her face. He watched intently as her hand pumped me hard. My tits were wobbling as my body felt the force of her whole hand pounding inside me.

I let out a squeal as my orgasm exploded. Ripples pulsing through my body. My gash squeezed tight round Beth’s hand. Juice squirting from my hole onto Beth’s arm and chest. She pumped harder up to her wrist as I squealed on the bed.

“Fucking great Beth. She loves it.” Said Rick, his hard cock was out now in his hand. He rubbed it up and down as Beth withdrew her hand. She lay back on the bed, my wetness all over her. Pulling her white thong off and opening her legs.

“69 with me.” She said, holding out her arms to me.

I turned round straddling her face, my fat ass cheeks pointing at the wooden head board. I lowered myself on to her mouth and she licked frantically. She was greedy for pussy. She gripped my hips and pulled me further onto her face.

I pushed her white flabby thighs apart and began to gently separate her lips with my fingers, licking her clit in long firm strokes. She tasted fresh and clean, she had some pubic hair shaved into a strip, whereas i like to be waxed. The customer is always right. She was soaking wet and horny for me clearly, as Rick had said. I slipped my middle finger in and began to pleasure her G Spot. Her hands were round my thin waist, her mouth licking and chewing on my hole.

My boobs were squashing into Beth’s tummy. I pushed back a little, grinding my pussy into her face. Her tongue felt so good flicking my clit, my juices flowed out. It felt like four of her fingers stretching my hole, she was yanking downwards, pulling me onto her fierce tongue. I was desperate for a big fat cock in me. I slipped another finger into her gash, fingering Beth gently as she bite at my lips and yanked my hole. All the while I teased her clit with my tongue, my saliva mixing with her juices.

I stopped licking, and with my fingers still deep in his wife, I grinned at Rick, I almost forgot he was there. He was watching us and wanking hard now. He came and knelt on the bed between Beth’s white plump spread thighs. I held her lips open as Rick entered her. Watching Ricks cock fucking Beths hole was so horny I wanted him to fuck me next, but I wasn’t sure she wanted me to fuck him. She had said ‘girl on girl’ so I didn’t touch him. My hole gaped open desperately.

Beth was making moaning sounds so I licked her clit harder to match Ricks strokes, his pelvis banging into my face, I gripped her lips pulling her open for my tongue and Ricks cock. Her frenzied licking and fingering slowed down as she began to cum. Her dimpled buttocks trembling.

“Stop. Stop.” She gasped. I froze. Was Beth about to freak out? We both stopped, she was panting and shaking. I turned slightly and saw the convulsions of the orgasm rippling through her. “Stop i need a minute. That was so good.”

I climbed off her face and sat on the bed. Rick was still hard, sitting on the edge, waiting, stroking his cock and watching his wife’s orgasm. She leaned up on her elbows looking at us.

“Why don’t you two play and I’ll watch? If you want to Jess?” Beth said looking at me. “I want to watch you with her. It will get me going again.” She said looking to Rick.

“It’s ok by me.” I said, like he hadn’t already cum in me loads of times. I was so hot for his cock in me, but I tried not to appear to eager. I lay next to Beth with my legs open, our thighs touching.

Rick crawled over Beth kissing her stomach and got on top of me. Beth turned on her side and pulled my nipple, watching me with her husband. Rick reached between my legs and started rubbing his cock round my dripping hole. He pushed inside me like he had before, but his wife watching us turned me on so much my tight ring of flesh inside began to grip tightly on to Ricks dick.

“Don’t, you’re gonna make me cum.” Rick gasped. I relaxed holding back my own orgasm, widening my pussy tunnel for him.

Beth rolled onto her back.

“Cum in me. I want you to cum in me.” She said opening her legs.

Rick pulled his dick out of me and pushed three fingers into my gash, as he moved over to sink his dick in his wife’s hairy pussy again. I pulled my knees back, he was going to make me squirt, I pulled Beth’s face to mine and as we began french kissing, my squirt exploded all over the bed.

I heard Rick grunting as he released into his spunk into his wife. Beth’s tongue licking inside my mouth.

“Ahh that looks so good girls.” Rick said as his cock throbbed inside her, I was soaked in squirt, my pussy twitching. His pulled his fingers out of me and kissed Beth. “That was great baby.”

I got up to leave them to it and went to the bathroom to clean up.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” I said picking up my clothes and bag.

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It’s been said that my cries of anguish have echoed across the fire-scorched land. And I knew why. It was me alerting the land of my carnal lust that was normally taken out on my dick or some unlucky (?) nearby servant. Logic would state to masturbate or claim someone’s ass in a more private space, but I loved this balcony. It gave me a nice view of my kingdom, Whoredor.

As I overlooked my kingdom deep in the heart of a volcanic wasteland, I thought things through. I dwelled in a castle fit for a ruler of my caliber. I ruled over this sprawling realm. I commanded a fearsome army of Orcs and Demons. I even have personal riches that rival that of countries. But I used to have more, centuries ago, I used to rule the world. The whole continent of Euphoria was under my control. But some apparently believed a Sexarchy wouldn’t work and formed a coup. It also started the first Holy Erowar. Using holy, divine magic, I was banished to the east side of the continent where Whoredor now resides. Right over the gate of hell, one would assume it to be the perfect place for a demon. And as content, as I am now, the taste of absolute power still lingers in my mouth. The anger of losing it all still smoldered inside of me. The idea of revenge constantly popped into my head. But the one driving force that was ripping at my sanity was probably…

“IS THERE NOTHING TO FUCKING SCREW AROUND HERE?! Why does every creature in this kingdom have to be so damn hideous!?”

Venting out alternative facts and apologizing to said creatures in my head, I knew that wasn’t exactly true. I would beg to argue that Whoredor packed some of the hottest demons around, in all varieties and flavors. There were dark elves running around, vampires, and your occasional attractive female Orc. But human pussy was all but extinct in Whoredor. It had been so long since I had been banished that all the human followers that came with me to Whoredor either died or inbred with other species. There was no pure human around.

I dropped to my knees on the balcony, my long cock retracting out of my pussy. The feeling of my cock sliding out of my pussy always made me weak in the knees. My body gave off a natural aphrodisiac and even I wasn’t fully immune to it. I stroked my cock with one hand while I fingered my cunt with the other. “God, I’m a wanton slut, I NEED SOME PUSSY!!” I cried out as a powerful wave came over me. My cock shot out its milky white blessing and the damn in my pussy broke, gushing forth like Viagra Falls.

It was at that moment, to quench the burning fire of both my loins and my rage that I decided to take action. “I used to run the ten kingdoms. I still am known as a Dark Lord, a Mistress of Darkness, a Master of Evil, and even as a Slave Lord. My name is Melizza Razavi Satania and I REFUSE to go without PUSSY!! It’s been far too long since I’ve had any. If I don’t find something to satiate my lust soon, I’m going to crack. Enough waiting around. It’s time to get this dark mistress some pussy!”

I got the idea in my head that I had to find the general of my army of orcs. I had demons too, but not a lot, and I’ve learned from poker, you never play your whole hand. I stepped from off my balcony into my room, and out into the hallway. This matter was of the utmost importance and had to be dealt with immediately. I walked briskly down the hallway to turn the corner but was stopped by a shocking site. I saw a sexy demon on her knees in front of a mirror in the hallway. I hide behind a column, peeping at the erotic demon.

Taking a closer look at her, she was a seductive sight. She had short, red hair to contrast with her mocha colored skin. She was wearing red nylon stockings Şişli travesti that connected by a garter belt that curved around her fat, plump ass, all the way up to her all to small corset which stopped under her exposed DD breast. She had a small bronze ring piercing on each nipple. Looking back down her body, her G string was pulled down under her ass, the front barely containing her heavy balls and a 12-inch thick cock. Her tail swished around, its base right above her ass and ending in a perfect heart shape. Her pointed ears twitched as she rubbed her breast and cock against the mirror, her slender hands holding on to each side of it with her chocolate colored fingertips. To top it off, she was my daughter.

My daughter, Ava Razavi Satania is the result of one of those in-breeding situations I previously mentioned. Specifically, I gave a human my seed. She wasn’t just any human though. Ava’s mom (?) was a valued slave of mine. I loved her tight little pussy, the enthusiasm she showed in sucking cock, her slutty nature. I loved her so much, I gave her the honor to be my concubine pet and knocked her up. Hence Ava before me. Seeing Ava made me think of her mom, my cock getting harder.

I remember it was a heartfelt occasion when Ava’s mom took Ava’s cock virginity. And it was a heartfelt occasion when I took Ava’s first time in both holes. Such a tight little thing, the closest thing to human pussy in all the land of Whoredor. It was saddening when Ava’s mother grew old. I gave her a house to live out the rest of her days and tried to prolong the inevitable with magic. But time always runs out and we even had a funeral for her. But I’ll never forget that tight little cunt.

I snapped out of my hazed state to look at my daughter again. My lust obviously was clouding my judgment. I had even started subconsciously stroking my cock right here in the hallway. I needed a clear head, I was trying to go to war to get booty, not die because of the call of booty. And declaring war now, in this mindset, would not do. I knew cumming one time on the balcony wasn’t enough. I needed a release. And was I hiding behind a corridor from my daughter? I had the perfect cum dumpster right here. Ava’s pussy wasn’t human, but it was the closest thing to it and it was pretty damn tight. I also realized that Ava’s cock was also getting pretty big as of late. Wouldn’t hurt to allow her to fuck me ounce. But for now, I needed to borrow her pussy.

I walked from behind the column. Ava hadn’t noticed me yet and her harmoniously sultry moans were reaching me. Needless to say, I was aroused and her pussy was about to get my cock’s full attention.

“Ava”, I called out to her, my lust seeping into my voice.

She noticed me but all that seemed to come out were incoherent moans. Her eyes sparkled, however, at the sight of my swelling meat stick. I got my knees behind her, my throbbing cock rubbing between the crack in her ass. I grabbed one of the giant globes on her chest, playing with her nipple as my other hand, glided down to her cock, fully releasing it from its confines. It took only a little push to make her cum, as I started sucking on her neck. Her double orgasm was violent, as her back arched from her cock’s eruption and her pussy’s sudden flood. She came all over the floor, mirror, and my hand as I brought it up to suck off her semen. Absolutely delicious.

She fell over from pleasure, her heaving chest and head touching the floor as her tongue licked blissfully at some of her own cum. Her arms were sprawled out she was still on her knees, her back arched, raising that beautiful delicious mocha ass. And as far as my throbbing cock was concerned, I wasn’t done.

I grabbed her hips and plunged my cock straight into her pussy. She seemed like she didn’t register what happened right away until I started moving, her breast and head rubbing against the floor while I pounded her tight little cunt from behind. And what a tight little cunt it was. I knew she fucked with the hung orcs on occasion and my dick hasn’t gotten any bigger than the massive prong it already was at 18-20 inches, with massive girth. And yet her pussy was still this tight, as I was stretching and tearing her walls open, bottoming out in her womb. My daughter’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her tongue sticking out poking the floor as she clawed at the rug.

“Yessss”, she moaned out, my cock apparently satisfying her.

“It’s been so long mom, pound my tight little pussy with your hard cock. Tear my little pussy u…ahhh…p.”

It really has been a while since I last fucked Ava. I knew she was about to cum so why not give her a double orgasm. I leaned over her more, driving my cock even more into her womb as she let go to wanton lust. I grabbed her cock with one hand and her tail with the other and started stroking both as I thrust. She let out a guttural moan and even I was on the verge of cumming.

“I’m gonna cum in this tight pussy of yours, ok baby. Mommies gonna Şişli travestileri treat you just right and dump her hot load in ya cunt.” Her response to my proclamation were some inconceivable grunts, her mind too far into ecstasy to do anything but primal grunts and moans.

I went in for the kill and shot my shot, burying my cock deep in her tight little pussy as it exploded. I let out an all too loud primal moan of pleasure, probably heard throughout the land to. My cum filled her cunt and overflowed, rolling down her leg mixed with her own pussy juice from her own ejaculation. I looked at the floor and realized there was a puddle of cum there, my daughters own cock pumping out its baby batter. Her body spasmed before falling to the floor, her body sprawled out. I pulled out slowly and watched as my daughters pussy twitched, pumping out all the semen I just pumped into her. It was a spectacle to watch, and I felt bad. I let too much out, I know how unlimited my cum supply is. At least I made it none fertile, a choice a demon like me has. The last thing I need is to knock up my own daughter. Although the idea has come to mind before. I was still cumming, however, and I dumped the rest of my load all over her ass and back. She looked spaced out as she aimlessly rubbed strands of stray cum into her skin. Then looked back at me.

“Thank you … mommy…for feeding my hu…ngry pu…ssy. Best Birthday present ever.”

Between me and you, I forgot her birthday was today. Worst parent ever.

Ava’s final birthday wish from me was to allow her clean off my cock. Naturally, I obliged. My daughter, cleaning off my cock with a little service, was music to my ears. She gave some, if not the best blowjobs in all of Whoredor. Her tongue was a bit longer than a humans, and it did the trick as it wrapped around my cock before she licked up the shaft. She took my head into her mouth and sucked like her life depended on it, trying to get every ounce of cum out and off of my cock. It was a trait she shared with her mother and I was not complaining about it. On her knees, with my cock lodged down her throat, looking up at me with upturned eyes. It was the very definition of a Kodak moment.

After calling Gulia, a curvy demon maid who’s been in my family for years to clean up the corridor, we walked down the stairs towards the entrance. As we walked, I said, “Hey Ava, I got a question and something to tell you.”

My daughter looked at me curiously before nodding for me to continue.

“Firstly, Happy eighteenth Birthday Ava.”

Ava smiled. “Never thought I’d reach eighteen in demon years. I’m part of an elite club lol. Although to humans and elves, I’m probably decades old. I’m old.”

We shared a laugh at her silliness before continuing, deciding to be blunt.

“I’m going to war with Erolandia to get revenge for when they ousted me as supreme ruler of the continent of Euphoria and to get some nice human pussy. What do you think about the idea?”

Ava’s normal smile turned into a seductive grin.

“You should have done that eons ago mother, today isn’t just my birthday, it’s the anniversary of your defeat and it’s been six decades since mother died. And mother only lasted that long with the help of prolonging magic.”

She paused, obviously not completely over her death of her mother and not wanting to sound heinous. Ava always had a hard time displaying emotions, a bad trait she got from me. But, she continued.

“There are no more pure humans in Whoredor, and we should have replenished the pussy stock a long time ago. So I am all for it and will watch Whoredor while you go. You were looking for your Orc General weren’t you?”

Sharp-witted as always, Ava’s intuition was on the mark as if she could see through me.

“Yes I was going to see him, I plan to leave with the troops at nightfall.”

I found it weird to say that as Whoredor was stuck in an eternal night with the Laguna Seca, or our moon, always up. But I knew that for the rest of Euphoria, it was day-time.

“Well unless you’re going to some clandestine meeting, you might want to change. I know the Orc General is handsome for a male orc and probably has a big dick, but keep it professional, mom.”

Ava’s words immediately informed me of my current state of dress. I was still in a nightgown and robe. A very see-through silk nightgown and robe. I flushed and turned around.

“You should keep it professional too, I know you take orc cock up the ass Ava,” I replied. She may be smart but I wasn’t going to let her berate me.

“Oh I was going to get some orc cock right now actually,” Ava said, opening the door.

“It’s my profession. The gift that keeps on giving. And I am the birthday girl. Now if you’ll excuse me.” She slipped out the door and it closed with a “thud.”

Annoyed a bit at my daughter, but understanding where she was coming from, I went upstairs to put on my armor.

I walked down towards the dungeon. There were faster Travesti şişli ways to get to the Orc Compound then going outside, but only I knew about this passageway. Passing both the prisoners chamber and the sex chamber, I was saddened by the fact both had no one inside. All due to change, however. I walked to the end of the cells to what seemed to be a dead end, before touching the wall. A big slab of the stone slide to the side and I walked through, it closing behind me. Walking down the staircase, I made it to the main tunnel. I was now officially in the Orc Compound. An underground cave system, it branched off to have various caverns, used for sleeping, training, washing, and eating, amongst other things. But I was looking for the war room for this is where the general was. There was also a recreation room or the main room, where the orcs congregated to amuse themselves in off time. And there was quite a ruckus coming from it. And a succulent aroma. The sounds and smells of sex made me curious, but I had a pretty good idea of what was going on but decided to investigate anyway.

I barged in without knocking and immediately saw my daughter Ava, covered in sticky drying cum, getting gang-banged by five orcs. The orcs stopped as I came in, but Ava kept sucking one of the orcs off while stroking the other two, likely to aroused to have even noticed my presence while receiving what she called “the gift that keeps on giving”.

“Make sure to treat the birthday girl well ok. Give her lots of delicious creampies. But I must ask, is the general here and where is he?”

The orcs visibly calmed down a bit, but one of the orcs still cautiously pointed towards the back room. I smirked and told them to carry on fucking Ava as my thanks but to relay the message to Ava that I would deal with her later. I walked towards the back room and barged through the door…a Dark Mistress doesn’t knock.

“General, I have an urgent matter which requires your immediate attention.” He looked at me with a half-tired, half annoyed look before realizing who was in front of him.

“Eh, right Madam…O Evil one. Yeah…so…what’s that then?”

With his glazed over look and his reaction so delayed, I had to ask … “Are you drunk General?”

“Not very drunk, Madam. Err…what is it…you request, my Lady?”

His responses amused me but now was not the time for games. I looked around the little room, a mess with papers. A fire and a hot pot lie in the corner and even the table he sat at was a mess with empty bottles of grog. He may be handsome for an Orc, but he was still an Orc.

“Well to put it simply, general, I need something to fuck.” I decided to be blunt about the problem.

He looked me up and down, admiring my body before saying, “Go fuck your daughter. She hangs around the Orc chambers too much. The rookies are starting to act like big shots.”

He took a swig from his cup and put it on the table. The big shot rookies would have to be those five in the rec room. And although that’s what he said, I could smell Ava on him too. “So she’s been with you too, hehe…” A smile slowly crossed my face.

As that ran through my head, he continued. “Oh right…ah…if a good bit of humpin is what you’re after…the female Orcs usually hang about in the lower regions of…”

I had to cut him off. It seemed like the general was trying to get me out of his office quickly like he had something to do. Sadly my plans were bigger than his and I needed to him to see my point.

“Stop there. I’m not going to lower my standards to the point where I’d consider fucking something as grotesque as an orc.”

I again apologized for the alternative facts that came out of my mouth, there were some pretty alluring orcs. The problem was I’ve probably been ball deep in just about every single one. The other problem was, my general wouldn’t know that. I kept all the baddies for myself in Boobstad. My own little town of hotties. I promised myself I would fuck an orc after this conversation.

The general’s offended response was something I could care less about though. “Well, I suppose it IS hard to tell apart the males from the females, what with the hulking frames…and the fangs…and the boils…”

I smiled. “Yes, yes. And that’s why I have my eyes set on something a little more pleasing to the eye. Something that cannot be found in this forsaken realm.” My cock throbbed in my pussy at the thought.

“You mean we cross the border into Erolandia?” He was sharp when I needed him to be, why I made him my general of the orcs. He showed an intelligence a tad bit above the other orcs and was excellent at war.

“Precisely. Your army of Orcs has been sitting on its backside drinking grog and fucking my daughter for far too long. It’s about time they saw some action. Rouse them and oversee the preparations for a long march west. We leave at nightfall.”

As I turned around, I found it amusing that I say nightfall. It was only 1:30 in the afternoon in real time, regardless of how outside looked. But we would need the time. The journey would be long, Whoredor was on the east side of the continent and you had to march through various terrains. But just as I made it to the door, the general asked a question after I just gave a direct order.

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Bob Gunderson walked into the Hall, looking more fit and well fed than he had a few weeks ago when he’d brought his village into the shelter. He walked over to the table, grabbing a cup of coffee, and then came over to talk to Jim.

“Art, what the hell are you doin’ here?” he asked, seeing his friend from the village north of his.

Art looked up, stunned. It was his old friend, surely… but looking healthier than he had in years.

“Bob! They told me you were here, but I wasn’t sure I believed ’em! How are you?”

“I’m fine, old friend. Hell, better’n fine, now that I’m here. Are your people comin’ to live here?”

“Well, there ain’t but eleven of us here, now… it was all that fit in that truck. There’s still twenty eight, back in town.” He shot a look at Archer, wondering if he’d said too much.

Gunderson caught the look and smiled.

“You don’t need to worry about Mister Archer. He’s a good man. He’s the one who brought us here, gave us homes, food, clothes, jobs to do. You can trust him.”

Art shot a look at Jim, nodding. If Bob Gunderson trusted him, that was good enough.

Jim smiled. “We had to, Bob…. hell, I can’t stand seeing Americans mistreated, like those punks did you.”

He paused in thought for a moment.

“Mister Perry, do you think the rest of the people in your village would come here to live, given the chance?”

“If they don’t, I’d have to guess they had something wrong up here.” he replied, tapping his temple.

“Ok… will you go with a few of my people, up to your village? You can tell them they can relocate here, and my people can drive the trucks and offer some protection from the Chinese. I’ll see to getting the apartments ready for you folks.”

“Alright, but… what about our animals? We’ve got cows and chickens, and a few pigs. We can’t just leave them to starve to death.”

“Just leave the gates open… they’ll go out and find places to graze, and they know where their home is. They’ll come back.”

He called his wife, asking her to come down.

Jan Archer listened as her husband explained what he wanted, then got on her phone with the housing office, learning that there were more apartments open than she’d originally thought… more than enough to take in an additional forty people.

She instructed them to see to it that they were all properly stocked with the essentials, and the keys for each of them brought down to the Hall.

Jim, Bob, and Art made plans to head up to the village that night, while the Chinese would, hopefully, be ensconced in their base. If they worked it right, they could have the entire village relocated to the Cave and the families set up in apartments by dawn.

He wondered, for a moment, what the soldiers would think of the population of the village disappearing overnight…. until he realized that he didn’t much care what they thought.

Six trucks rolled out of the Cave, thirty minutes later; by sunrise, the last of them were rolling back in, and a clean up crew was at work, obliterating the tire tracks that led from the pathway to their door.

Within another two hours, everyone was situated in apartments and bedded down for the morning. By the midafternoon, the newcomers were awake and assembled in the Hall, and Jim, Art, and Bob were addressing them.

Jim looked them over for a moment before speaking.

“Welcome, folks. We’re glad you’re here. As some of you already know, I’m Jim Archer, and I kinda lead this city. We’re a free society; the Chinese don’t know we exist, though some of ’em have found out… just before they died.”

The villagers were now looking back and forth at each other, the looks on their faces reflecting everything from amusement to alarm to fear and worry. People who killed soldiers were generally hunted down and killed.

“Now… you might have guessed this, but I’ll tell you anyway-everybody, and I mean everybody, save for the very young and the very old- has some sort of job in here. You can work with the kitchen staff, you can help out the elderly, doing their grocery shopping, cooking, and whatnot, you can help out on the farms, taking care of the animals and the fields, whatever you’re best at. We work on a basis of accounts here… what you do to help out earns you credits that can be spent on foods in the grocery warehouses, sporting goods and other things in the general store warehouse, at the bars and restaurants, of which we have several, and the dispensary. The apartments you moved into when you got here were stocked with about three months of food; when that runs out, you’ll have to buy more with the credits you build up.”

He paused a moment to let that sink in, taking the chance to take a sip of his coffee.

“For your first few months or so, you will have guides, to show you where things are at, what’s what in the way of groceries–those things you haven’t seen before, at any rate– and to teach you how to use the things in those apartments that you don’t understand right now.”

He took another sip Şirinevler travesti of coffee before continuing.

“We will also teach you how to read and write, and work with numbers, so you can manage how many credits you’ve built up and keep yourselves within your budgets.”

A younger man, towards the back of the crowd, stood up and asked “Will you teach us to fight?”

Archer nodded. “If that’s what you want, sure… but keep in mind–we’re playing for keeps. These Chinese punks have taken our country, so they tell me. We’re going to take it back, no matter how long it takes… and I expect it to take quite some time. I don’t care. This is America, not Communist China part 2. If you join us in this, you’d best be prepared to live up to that. We will not give up, ever. We will fight until we’re wiped out to the last man, or our country is ours again.”

“Ok… count me in.”

Archer peered closely at the kid. “Son, how old are you?”

“I’m 17, Sir.”

“Well, you’re a little old to start the training, but we’ll take whoever we can get.” he replied with a grin.

The session with the Chinese officer turned out to be a bit more fruitful than they had hoped for; morale at the Chinese bases was uniformly lousy, with soldiers constantly trying to either fake an illness of their own or claiming a relative was direly ill, anything to get sent home. Even with the fresh food taken from the numerous villages, the women in what the soldiers referred to as their ‘private brothel’, and the minimal resistance they faced, many were still dissatisfied; most were simply homesick. They had all left friends and family behind, and many had wives and children in China.

Much of their equipment was old and poorly maintained. The two “Hind” Helicopters at their base were barely flyable, and three of their five heavy tanks had not run in at least three years. The AK-47 rifles his soldiers carried were well over fifty years old, and he himself had discarded his Chinese made nine millimeter pistol in favor of an American made Colt .45 ACP as soon as he’d found one in the arsenal of an old police station.

Leeanne lay back in the bed, her head on Gar’s shoulder, and sighed deeply in post-orgasmic bliss. He kissed her on the forehead, lightly and said “You ok, babe?

She looked up at him and grinned. “I am now.”

He smiled and rubbed her slightly bulging tummy. “I guess this has something to do with it.”

She grinned back at him. “A bit, yeah…. but I think it has something to do with work, too.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s going on?”

“You know that girl I’ve been counseling?”

“That one from the village? What was her name? Billie Jean?”

“That’s her… the one who was raped by the soldiers, just before we brought them in to the Cave.”

“Ok, what about her?”

“She isn’t afraid of men, so much, anymore. Jim Archer came into the office earlier today, during a session, and she didn’t cringe away from him. Matter of fact, she almost seemed happy to see him.”

“You must be doing some good for her, then.”

“Maybe…. but I think there’s something else going on…. I know she spent the day down at the lake with Mickey Miller, Cassie, and Doris the other day. I think maybe they did something with her. She doesn’t seem too afraid anymore.”

He grinned at her. “You think maybe she got laid properly?”

“I don’t know… but I know those three are a threesome. Maybe they seduced her.”

“Well, if it helps, and she starts getting comfortable around men again, it’s a good thing, right?”

“I suppose…. I just don’t want her getting hurt again.”

“Honey, how old is she?”

“She’s eighteen, and yes, I know, that’s old enough that she should be dating. You’ve gotta remember, though… until she came here, she had a pretty rough time of it. From what she’s said, during our sessions, she’s been raped more than once by those soldier bastards. The only guy who’s ever really been good to her is her dad. She needs more interaction with young men her own age. I’m just afraid she’s too naive to handle too much at once.”

“Well… you know, the kids haven’t had a dance, or anything like that, in quite a while. Maybe it’s about time they did. Let the villagers and the Cave kids get to know one another.”

“You think that would help? Really?”

“Honey, the newcomers haven’t had much of a chance to mix with our kids. They need to meet each other, get acquainted. It’ll do both groups some good. Besides, it’ll add some fresh blood to the gene pool. Never a bad thing, that… and where else do they get a chance to meet, really? Most of the new kids, no matter their age, are still basically in first or second grade. Most of our kids, of the same age, are doing college level studying, or working full time. Let’s put them in one room, a little music, a little food, a little drink, a bit of pot, and let them mix for a night.”

“You might have something there… but no pot, just yet. I want them to get a good Şirinevler travestileri grounding in the basics before they start killing brain cells. “

“Ok, but you know what I mean… get them together and see what happens.”

“You really think she’ll find someone?”

“A natural redhead, with tits like hers? She’ll be beatin’ ’em off with a stick!”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be looking at my tits!”

He grinned at her. “Babe, if I wasn’t lookin’, you’d think there was something wrong with me…. besides, I prefer women over girls. Well, one woman, anyway.”

He kissed her on the forehead.

“That, and you know that if you cheat on me, I’ll cut this off.” She replied, grabbing his semi hard cock.

“Now, now…. no need to threaten like that… besides, if you cut me off, you’d be ‘cut off’, too…. “

“Oh, I’m sure I could find someone, eventually.”

He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “Maybe… but what would you do tonight?”

She slapped him lightly on his bare chest. “Ok, you win that one…”

“And? What do I win?”

“Well…. You haven’t given me any backdoor lovin’, lately.”

“Hmmm… is that an invitation, dear?”

She gave his cock a firm squeeze, stroking it lightly, and whispered in his ear “What do you think, lover?”

“Have we got any lube left?” he asked, reaching down and insinuating his middle finger into her tight anus, wiggling it around and opening up her little rosebud a little.

“It’s on your side, babe.”

He turned a bit, reaching to his nightstand and grabbing the small bottle. Squeezing a little out on his fingertip and sliding it into her ass, he spread it around a little, then spooned up to her, sliding his hardness into her tight rectum slowly as she gasped at the intrusion. Bottoming out in her ass, he reached around and massaged her tits as he started stroking into her ass slowly, letting her grow accustomed to the intrusion before picking up speed. It was an awkward position, but allowed him to nuzzle her neck below her ear and fondle her tits.

“Oh, God, babe! Harder!” she moaned as he picked up speed, and soon they were slamming against each other, him grunting on every stroke, while she moaned nonstop. She reached down, fingering her clit, triggering an orgasm, turning her head and kissing him hard before whispering “Doggie, dear?”

He smiled at her and replied “Arf arf.” with a grin, and pulled out of her for a moment so she could crawl up to her knees, grabbing the headboard with both hands.

He got to his knees behind her, fitting the head of his cock once more to her tight little hole, and slammed it all the way home in one stroke, eliciting a small squeal from her as he began pounding into her in earnest.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh ,OH! Give me that cock, babeeeeeee! Oh, yeah! Harder, honey I’m cummmming! Unnnghhhhhh!!” She screamed as another orgasm hit her hard, sending pussy juice streaming down the insides of her thighs. “MMMmmmmm….. Ohhhh…. give it to me honeeeeeeee!”

He couldn’t hold the pace for long, and she was squeezing him hard, inside her ass; soon, he was blasting ropes of his cum deep into her bowels. He slammed into her hard, a final time, and fondled a full tit as he kissed the back of her neck.

“God, I wish we’d gotten together sooner.” He breathed out, resting his cheek against her back for a long moment before pulling out his now shrinking dick.

He finally collapsed onto his back, and she laid down beside him, fitting herself to his side and laying her head on his shoulder, throwing an arm and a leg possessively across his body.

“We’re together now, baby… and I’m never letting you go.” she replied, kissing him on the jaw.

He turned his head to kiss her more thoroughly, replying “I know, honey…. you know I feel the same…. God, I love you.”

Phil Huett, Mark Miller, Tom Davidson, and Jim Archer drove the four big trucks straight into the next village, with Art Perry and Bob Gunderson riding along.

Art and Bob jumped out first, stepping inside to find the nervous villagers trying desperately to hide the big stewpots.

Art stepped into the lead, saying, “It’s ok, Riley…. we didn’t come to take food from you.”

“Art? What the hell are you doing here? And what are you doin’, ridin’ around with the soldiers?”

“They’re not soldiers, folks…. they’re friends. Would you care to meet them?”

A few people nodded, somewhat cautiously, Bob stepped back to the door and motioned them inside.

Jim and Phil walked into the gym building of the old school, looking around the room and nodding to the people there.

Stepping up beside Art and Bob, he turned to look over the villagers, certain that he had their full attention.

They, in turn, looked back at him, assessing the burly stranger within their midst. He was wearing an odd form of camouflage, as was his friend, and he was carrying what appeared to be several guns; a rifle strapped to his back and a pistol at his belt. Travesti şirinevler He wore a cap that anyone more than a hundred and fifty years old would have recognized as a Marine Corps. cover, and what had once been known as Special Forces tiger stripe camo.

“Good evening, folks. My name is James Archer, and I’m from a small city, about a hundred miles south of here. We’re here to ask you if you’d like to move to a place where the Chinese can’t get to you, while we clean out that base to the north of you.”

This caused quite a stir, with people darting looks at each other all over room. Finally, the man Art had addressed as Riley stepped forward.

“What do you mean, Sir, ‘Clean out that base’?”

“We’re going to observe it for a week or so, assess the weaknesses, and then kill everyone on it, and destroy it.”

“Why? What did they do to you?”

“Mr. … Riley, is it?”

At the other man’s nod, he continued “Do they come here and take food away from you? Do they take your young women to use as sex slaves? Have they killed your young men without reason?”

The other man stroked his chin as he nodded. “There’s nothing we can do about it. That is the way of things here.”

Archer stared at him, stunned by his defeatist attitude.

“No, Sir, it isn’t. This is America. It is Not a colony of Communist China. It Is a country that was founded on a basis of free markets and a Constitutionally Limited Republic. It was founded on the idea that a man was free to make his own way in the world, and wasn’t considered a slave to some foreign invader punks.”

He paused for long moments, taking a canteen from his belt and taking a long swallow from it before continuing.

“The city we live in was founded upon the same basis. I’ve served as leader for the past ten years, but I’m elected… as a matter of fact, this is my last term in office, under our laws. I have an informal council, who meets with me on a semi regular basis, and I listen to them, as long as they make sense. Some decisions I make myself, others I discuss with the council for days or weeks at a time. When my term is up, I’ll turn the office over to whoever gets elected to replace me… and that gladly. We don’t follow any particular ideology; we don’t allow our elections to devolve into ‘popularity contests’….. we pick people based on what they do, not on what they say.”

“Everybody in our city, with the exception of the very young and the very old, works to earn their keep. We have teachers, farmers, mechanics, cooks and canners, bakers and gunsmiths, distillers and wine makers, people who care for the kids and do running for the elderly. Our children learn to read almost as soon as they can talk, and learn to hunt and take care of themselves before they become teen agers. Our city is well hidden, heavily armed, and we’re always training new people to fight by our sides. Nobody goes hungry, and everyone is cared for. We would like to ask you to join us. Discuss it amongst yourselves, decide what you wish to do, and let me know. I can only give you half an hour to decide; we want to be well away from here, before the sunrise.”

Looking around the room, seeing people already nodding in agreement, hearing the low buzz of their conversations, he knew they wouldn’t need a full half hour to decide… most of them had made their minds up before he’d finished speaking.

Within twenty minutes, the villagers had retrieved those things they wanted to take along, finished their evening meal, and were organized into equal sized groups to load into the four trucks.

A little over an hour later, they were back at the Cave, being led to the Great Hall.

Once again, there were tables set off to one side with food and drink. Art and Bob took the villagers to them, nodding to the servers and greeting a few of them by name, pointing out a few of their personal favorites to the newcomers and grabbing sandwiches and cups of juice for themselves.

Jim went through the usual welcome speech, had them split up into family groups, had volunteer guides join them, and sent them off to their new quarters. By daybreak, all were settled in for the time being, and life settled back into a routine for the next week.

Phil Huett led his small scouting party around the base, noting the fact that this one was much bigger than the last; most significant was the addition of a small airstrip, roughly a mile long, with a large attached hanger, from which protuded the nose of what appeared to be a fair sized cargo plane.

They split up into four, two man teams and went to four sides of the fenced-in base, taking digital photos of all the points of interest, including the control tower, the numerous guard towers, and the many buildings that made up the place. They also took note of the fact that this place was a bit more security conscious; there were regular guard patrols, complete with canines and their handlers.

They met up in the woods well to the north of the base and set up three small camoflage tents, using cut pine boughs and handfuls of twigs, branches, and leaves to break up the outlines further, and bedded down for part of the day.

In the late afternoon, they suited up and headed back to the enemy base, intent on filling up the fresh memory cards in their cameras with as many pictures as they could get.

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Alanna awoke in the morning outstretching her arms with a long yawn, the events of the previous day already pushed into the back of her mind. Talos wasn’t next to her, which wasn’t any particular surprise as he usually rose long before her.

Alanna pulled her red undershirt over her arms before fastening a couple of the lower buttons. Her massive tits hung heavily on her chest, and she allowed most of the jiggiling flesh to remain visible in hopes of riling up her man for a quick session before they departed. The voluptuous girl left her tent without putting her pants on and gasped in surprise.

A huge, carefully constructed tent had been pitched before her, created with the golds and browns of rich bear pelts. Alanna rose quickly to her feet and hopped over to the front of the unexpected structure where she found her two companions. Talos was boiling some water over a small fire while Casiama — wearing only a sheer white dress and panties — was perched on her side, her slender legs stretching over comfy white furs as a bright light shone in the palm of her hand. Alanna noticed a handful of black beans appear in the elf’s palm before Talos knelt before her, the princess tilting her hand to pour them into his possession. Talos then walked back over to his pot to add the beans to the water, a bright smile on his face.

“What is this?” Alanna heard herself vocalize incredulously, not exactly sure what she was referring to. Twin souls quickly swiveled their gaze towards her as if they were children caught out by their mother. The elf wore a shocked look on her face, being taken out of the moment.

Talos replied first, only missing half a beat, “Alanna I am absolutely in love with conjuration magic,” he explained with a rushed voice before gesturing towards the tent, “just look at it.”

Alanna’s eyes shifted towards the tent, then the practically-naked elf, then back at him, her eyebrows lowering with the first signs of anger. She wanted to ask if that was all he was in love with as he started making his way towards her, grinning while holding his pot of bubbling water.

“You look positively lovely today,” she heard him notion mentally, Alanna forgetting all about the question.

“Talos did mention a bigger tent last night. I thought I would give it an attempt,” she heard the elf pipe up in the background. The elf gracefully swept her hands widely around her thin, naked body, the soft pelt of some animal protecting the interior of her tent from the dirt of the forest floor. “Big enough for everyone,” the princess added with a giggle.

Talos pointed at his steaming pot with raised eyebrows and a grin.

“She even has coffee,” she heard him think to her again. She wasn’t sure what coffee was and quickly assumed it to be some horrid elven invention. Alanna cooled off as she read in his conscious that he had been just as surprised as her to awake to the sight of the tent.

The sorceress decided only then to join in on the amazement of her man and entered the elf’s massive abode, sitting crosslegged opposite the elegant princess under the warm dome of cozy bear furs. Talos entered soon after, nudging the half-naked Alanna suggestively with his shoulder as he sat down next to her. The trio discussed the journey ahead together, not in any particular rush, as Talos sipped happily on his piping black water.

—

The party made their way north just along the water’s edge just past the treeline, Casiama paving the way as Osmanbey travesti she scouted a hundred-meters ahead of her two human companions. Talos was thankful for the fact that he was now traveling with someone so useful on the road. Or an uninhabited forest, in this case. The elf could accurately shoot a moving target at a hundred yards, detect threats miles away, not to mention she was capable of conjuring supplies — and their entire camp — at will. He had already let her ‘carry’ most of his replaceable things, such as his tent, water, and food. She was also a elegant sight to watch as she gracefully bounded through the underbrush ahead of them, her skirts flowing in the wind as her legs…

Alanna sighed softly as she read the man’s mind, deciding to change his train of thought.

“So how far is Catriona from here, you figure?” she asked him as they marched through the trees.

“Oh, right,” Talos thought. He was still stuck lugging around Alanna’s four ancient tomes from Mschuleft. The sorceress refused for those to go into Casiama’s plane, just as she refused to carry the large books herself.

“Far,” he replied tersely. “Really far.”

“How would you get there? If I forced you to,” the sorceress giggled as Talos helped her step over a large puddle.

“Well…” he had to ponder the question for a moment. Traveling northeast to hit the Imperial road network would be the easiest method. From there he could hit the capital, with a straight shot to Catriona along a well-patrolled path. About two, two-and-a-half months. Alternatively, he could travel as the crow flies and climb over three mountain ranges. Maybe two months, if he didn’t run into trouble.

“I’d head to Ferlo and hire a boat,” he answered, finally solving the riddle. “Just would need to walk west a good hundred and a half miles, then spend two or three weeks at sea.”

Alanna shook her head and frowned, remembering her last excursion on the waves. She would have picked the first option.

Talos felt something was amiss and continued the conversation. “I reckon you plan on going back to return the books,” he mused, not adding the next part out of courtesy, “and to gloat to all your friends that you were the first mage to visit Mschuleft in centuries.” She laughed as she read the thought regardless.

“I miss them,” she smiled, thinking back on all her friends back at the college. They’d hardly recognize her any more. “I was, um, hoping we’d be heading that way once we were done here. Seeing the tombs and all.”

Talos nodded at the sentiment but felt the idea tiring. There wasn’t much that interested Talos about visiting the western empire. The most exciting thing he could come up with was wine sampling in the south like some haughty noble, or perhaps hunting one of the few mountain trolls that still lurked in the peaks above Seagard. Almost everything in the region had been explored or done already. Alanna wanted to tell the man that Catriona was comfortable and had good food and good people, but decided to stay her tongue.

She loved the man but was rapidly growing tired of life in the wilderness. Women like her needed regular hot baths, poetry, and fine wine. The single night they had spent in Rinoc before venturing out once more had been her favorite since she left Catriona months ago. She started to ponder that perhaps they weren’t really compatible after all, then got sad. She quelled the notion as they continued their trek.

—

They made camp that night under Osmanbey travestileri the enveloping branches of an old oak tree, the boundless ocean to their west, a bit to Talos’ chagrin. He noticed that they weren’t making very good time, barely covering twelve miles that day.

Casiama had promptly summoned camp, an action which was so completely mesmerizing to the two humans while being completely routine for the elf. All she had to do was point at the ground in a couple places and will her tent, blankets, sleeping bags, backpacks, and lanterns from their off-world resting places.

Casiama had then set off to perform a quick sweep of the area, killing an elk and whispering a quick prayer before returning back to camp with its meat, having found nothing else of interest. Talos was a little saddened that Casiama had changed out of her battle robes and back into her simple human garb, then realized the elf liked to sleep in a dainty see-through dress and was once again content.

“Excellent, Cass, thank you,” Talos nodded to her as she returned.

“Thank the Lady, you mean,” the elf replied with a wink before adding, “You’re welcome, Talos.”

Alanna had grown bored and jealous reading the man, trading his thoughts for one of the tomes from Mschuleft as she lay on her borrowed furs in the massive tent. She still couldn’t hardly understand a thing from them, of course. She never had had the drive to learn Kinglish in school, the language having died out centuries ago when the elves had come up with something better. She pondered what the knowledge the books had inside them as the smell of roasted elk began to permeate the air.

“So Cass, how exactly does the elven pantheon work anyways?” Talos asked the princess as she settled by the fire next to him. They had some time to kill before dinner, and he was at least somewhat interested if only to hear her speak.

“Well… It all begins and ends with the Phoenix Lord and his wife the Eternal Lady. The world, um, works in cycles you see,” Casiama began, not sure how religious Talos was himself. “Every night in the heavens, the Phoenix Lord has… uh, makes love with the Eternal Lady, causing the sun to be reborn anew when he… well, when they finish.”

Talos grinned as she explained it. Religions always started with the sun. He avoided making a lewd comment about her gods’ behavior as she continued, her ears drooping calmly as she talked.

“They live together in the most marvelous castle in the heavens above, far above the clouds. The Eternal Lady grants all souls of this world with life so that they may experience her creation, while the Phoenix Lord grants the power of self-determination to those souls.”

“And do they mind if their creations end up killing each other? Or if you killed this elk?” he asked, pointing to the fire.

Casiama shook her head, smiled, and answered softly. “They, um, understand if you take life for good reason. All souls return to the lady after death, their essence returning to a great ring of energy that surrounds us all, far above in the heavens. Their life-force will be used again elsewhere,” the elf explained matter-of-factly then paused, “at another time.”

“And if people don’t kill in good conscience?” Talos added with a grin.

“Oh, well there are the children of the Lord and Lady as well, gods and goddesses in their own right, all vying for power on the Lady’s great world. Absolon grants warriors with the strength to defeat their foes in single Travesti osmanbey combat. Telacar with the proper use of tactics in wartime. There’s Valla, goddess of the hunt, and Eldenyarasse, goddess of the seas!”

Talos nodded and returned her smile, noting how enthusiastic the princess was about the Elven religion. He found it interesting that one could be so vested in beings that never helped out when you needed them most.

Grinning, Casiama added, “My family is even descended from the Lady herself-“

“Sounds like we’re all descended from the Lady, Cass. I think?” he interjected unsurely.

Casiama shook her head, her body starting to writhe as the man next to her questioned her facts. “Not like that. Your life was granted to you by the Lady, certainly,” she explained as if he were a child, a light grip on his wrist. “I’m directly descended from her, through her daughter Kianra. The Goddess of the wind and air. Kianra is very much in love with her husband, the god of devotion, but always finds a way to flutter about and… well, produce.”

Talos nodded when she finished her statement, agreeing silently that the beautiful elf at least looked like she had divine blood. The elf swayed her head from side-to-side, reminiscing of her glorious ancestry for a moment before Talos replied with a grin.

“So she’s a slutty goddess?”

“No! It’s just in her nature,” Casiama swifty objected, her face reddening.

“Sounds like a slut,” Talos shrugged.

Casiama huffed, crossing her arms at her breast as if distancing herself from the man’s heathenous statement. The elf took a minute to compose herself before attempting to continue conversation.

“So how do your gods work, Talos? The gods of man, I mean.”

Talos picked up a skewer of elk meat, finally cooked. “Couldn’t tell ya,” he answered honestly.

—

That night after dinner, Talos and Alanna kissed passionately within the warm furs of their shared sleeping bag. The sorceress moaned in his mouth as she humped his rigid member through her now-slick panties, having already dealt with the man’s clothing. Talos flipped the voluptuous woman onto her back playfully and tickled her teasingly before kissing down her neck. He had paused for a moment when he realized their tent had another occupant.

Talos lifted his head from the sleeping bag and looked over at their companion, lying awake, her forested eyes and button nose pointing towards the ceiling with just a hint of red on her face.

“Hey, Cass,” Talos said in a half-whisper to get her attention. The elf tilted towards him, “Do you mind if we-“

“No!” the elf quickly interrupted, her hand already under her panties in her own sleeping bag. She had been anticipating their lovemaking for an hour now and had started to get impatient on her own.

Talos smirked, then dove back into his sleeping bag to devour Alanna’s neck and voluptuous tits while she giggled gleefully in response. His hands slid down her body sensually before slowly sliding her panties down her legs, revealing a pussy that needed no additional lubrication.

He drove his cock aggressively into her, forcing Alanna to groan with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, Talos,” she vocalized, slapping him gently on the cheek, “treat me kindly, will you?” The pair typically conversed via telepathy during their rendezvous around Casiama, but she couldn’t help it that time.

Talos smirked and casually, agonizingly lazily withdrew himself from Alanna’s gash. She pouted, then slapped him again when she realized he was toying with her.

Not funny, she notioned.

Talos thrust within her once more, his bell pushing against her cervix as she cried with pleasure. He soon began to fuck her in earnest, his ears picking up on the faint, lustful moans of another in the tent.

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***

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The bar scene has been much the same for about a hundred years. In the regions I frequent, what’s legal can vary from place to place: CBD-infused inhalables here, auto-withdrawal opioids there. The main item purveyed, however, remains the alcoholic beverage. People of this generation, like those of many earlier ones, choose to pursue happiness by killing brain cells.

I’d had four consecutive good days in my various hustles, and after paying all of the red-zone debts, kiting some less urgent ones, and taking stronger positions in some dodgy ventures that I figured to be good for at least twenty days, I cached the rest of the new liquid assets through my wristband, and stepped out in search of pussy.

I drifted through a few places, watching, listening, making some eye contact, confirming that I was eliciting interest. I noted a few ladies that I’d classify as yeah-why-not, nobody good enough for me to stop and make an effort.

Then I entered a sub-street-level joint with a DJ on a platform mixing sound streams pirated from satellites. On the floor, about fifty people were pogoing and lurching to the beat. One person was dancing.

I stopped and stared.

Warnings sizzled through my unkilled brain cells.

I Halkalı travesti should have been back on the sidewalk in ten seconds.

I wasn’t.

What got through to me first was the sight of her huge brown eyes and delicate mouth. The bare arms, when they moved above her head, gave the truest image in that lighting of the smooth café-au-lait tint of her skin. Her torso writhed with no apparent effort, and even when the serpentine moves seemed repetitive, my gaze could not leave her.

Her eyes met mine. What had been a neutral expression of immersion in the music gave way to a small smile.

I feared that she liked what she saw, and believed she could do anything she wanted with it.

I calmed down as she returned to her dance. Sometimes the cybed nanobots in my bloodstream go overboard. This time, I believed, they must have secreted too much flight-or-fight juice. My cooler head prevailed, and seized upon a project.

I wouldn’t get far just by praising her looks and acting smitten. Her body language was too cool and confident for her to have low self-esteem. But I don’t mind a challenge now and then. Maybe I could sell myself as a good time. Maybe I could afford to buy a good time from her.

I sat on a stool at a high-top in sight of the dance floor, and produced a pleasant, self-assured smile. Any attempt to dance with her would surely be read as a space invasion. At that moment, I invited her to make a move. Or to ignore me completely. I didn’t think that a putdown would hurt too long, and only I would know that a hookup with one of the earlier yeah-why-not women would be a defeat.

I fingered the wristband to send an order to the bar. I then resumed observing her. She wore a gray jumpsuit over a compact torso and long slender legs, and blue sneakers that indicated a refusal to destroy her feet in order to achieve a visual effect. Thick wavy black hair reached halfway down her back when it didn’t fan out as she danced. The doll-like fragility of her features and proportions made her seem smaller than she actually was. In fact she was maybe five centimeters shorter than I, who stands at average height for a male.

The DJ allowed silence to claim the room. My whiskey and soda arrived at the table shortly before she did. Easing onto a stool, again half-smiling, she said, “Haven’t you ordered for me yet?”

“I have,” I returned, sliding the glass towards her.

Her smile grew a bit, and her look at me now clearly involved calculation. This was going to be fun for both of us, even if it ended badly. Maybe especially if it ended badly.

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***

I held out my right hand and said, “I’m Gordon.”

She wiped her forehead with her right hand and clasped mine. “I’m Marisol. Please enjoy my third-world chick sweat.” Her smooth alto voice carried no particular accent.

I pulled back my hand and licked my fingers. Then I said, “I look forward to more.”

She rolled her shoulders, sliding the jumpsuit across unseen skin. “There’s plenty.”

I leaned back, chuckling. I was in no hurry, and wanted to know if she was.

The DJ again filled the air with stolen sounds.

“Don’t let me hold you back,” I said, nodding at the dance floor.

“I won’t,” she said. She took my hand, slid off the stool, and led me to the exit.

***

“You’re a service provider?” I asked. The term sex worker is seen lately as too crass.

“Yes,” she said, “but I’m okay with loving my work.” We strolled hand in hand. The walktrack had plenty of thrill seekers sauntering to and fro, some of them bantering with occupants of vehicles in the street’s guidefield.

“Where’s your security?”

“It exists,” she said with a sidelong smile, and a squeeze of my hand that seemed too playful for her. “Shall we discuss where and when?”

“Certainly,” I said, letting go of her hand long enough to finger my wristband. She fingered hers. Once our databots were in contact, they carried on the ‘discussion’ and I again took Marisol’s hand in mine. That might seem like an innocent, even lame, interaction for two humans planning to fornicate. Yet hand-holding can be deeply intimate, even subversive, perhaps conveying vulnerability along with a willingness to risk being hurt in pursuit of joy. I was faking all of that, and surely she was as well, from the knowledge that many men fantasize about overcoming a prostitute’s emotional distance.

“You’re a hottie,” she said, processing everything brought in through her large eyes.

“I do pretty well,” I returned, trying to determine what she was concluding. Maybe that I could hook up elsewhere without paying? Quickly I added, “When I settle for less than the best.”

By a small head-tilt, she gave me a point on the scoreboard, but didn’t concede the game. “You’re adventurous,” she said. “But not reckless.” Two of her fingers moved along my hand, assessing creases in the skin.

The warnings returned. I knew they had arrived too late.

Now, pay more—yes, very much more—because what comes next might save your worthless, potentially endless, life.

***

“Every location I suggested has been rejected,” said Marisol, Halkalı travestileri with the merest glance at her wristband. “You don’t want to be in any security zone where the detectors can find everything.”

I heard a hum from the darkness behind me. One tends to screen out servos and drones that are part of the normal background of city life. At least one of the servos probably had a weapon trained on me.

“You must have telltales, and you don’t want them sniffed out.” She held up my hand. “This isn’t the skin of a young guy.” She let the hand go.

I had to concede my sloppiness. “You intentionally suggested locations that a certain kind of person would want to avoid.”

Her smile grew, to an intoxicating extent. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy our partnership. I expect to enjoy it also.” She stepped out of my immediate reach.

An empty vehicle pulled up in the guidefield, and stopped next to us. The hatch parted.

I could have tried a sudden dash, hoping that the weapons would miss.

I entered the vehicle, and she followed.

***

This had never happened before, but I had expected that it might someday. I was calm, asking, “Is there something I can do for you?” This admitted nothing beyond my awareness of a predicament.

Her eyes lowered to look at a microsymbol display on her wristband. “There’s nobody who will ransom you. There’s only you, and whatever assets you have. But you’re a startup cyborg, so you must be good at something.” She looked up at me and smiled, while the vehicle’s seat restraints tightened on me. “And now you’ll do that for me.”

I tried to think of this as a game we were playing, and to overlook the fact that it might kill me. That worked, as much as it had to. I smiled back and said, “I’ll gladly do it for both of us.”

As noted earlier, I’m a good liar. Sometimes I have to lie to myself.

“You’re cute,” she said, “and clean, and not addicted. You’re outgassing a really nice set of pheromones, and I admit that they’re working. So I’ll start with my professional courtesy. Tell me what you want for our get-acquainted bang. I’ll set the price, in real cred, not crypto. We’ll see how well you perform under the threat of instant death. If you give me a really good time, I might let you keep some of what you make from what you’re good at.”

Was that a mistake, or did she really want to improve my chances? I was now eager and aroused, and almost not afraid. “I undress you,” I said. “I play with your body while I undress myself. Some licks, jerks, and finger-pokes, by both of us. Then missionary, for as long as I want it. I cum inside.” Not, in fact, all of what I wanted, but I needed to keep my mind clear, and an orgasm from this kind of sex shouldn’t weaken me.

She laughed, and her attraction zoomed to a new peak. Her eyes twinkled, her teeth shone, her head angled to the left fetchingly. So much for me avoiding weakness. I wanted her, not just to fuck her. Maybe I could never forget her. I might be helpless against her, and I didn’t care. My boner pushed back against the seat restraints.

“I admire your confidence,” she said. “I hope I don’t have to change that later to deploring your stupidity. Eighty-five hundred, real cred, now.”

“Six thousand.”

“Do you think you’re in a position to negotiate?”

A ridiculously high price. My arms were free enough for me to flick at my wristband. I held back all hard currency and converted crypto to real at the Singapore exchange rate. That was good for maybe forty-eight hours, then my deeper assets would be at risk if the crypto fizzled. If I was dead before then, I wouldn’t care. I held out my wrist to her. As she rubbed her bracelet on it, I dragged down the seam on her jumpsuit.

She allowed that, with a look that may have shown fascination at the adventurousness she had found earlier. “All you’ll get here is a show,” she said. The sides of the suit still covered her nipples, but I saw more of her smooth, dusky skin, and the sight was enough to send even more blood to my groin. I refrained from reaching in and touching, although she might have permitted it. I edged myself, yearning to feel what was surely supple and taut, and now fearing that once I did, I would be under her thumb forever.

And, yes, despite the years of effort spent on getting just inside the lower membrane of cyborgdom, on acquiring more decades of life, I was willing to throw them away in my unexpected passion for one woman. The multi-faceted risk excited me every bit as much as the desire to conjoin with her, submit to her…overcome her?

The vehicle veered down a ramp below street level, where I couldn’t see our actual location. Security bots on the vehicle and the dock flashed and pinged at one another. Finally the hatch on my side slid away, and the restraints detached. With a turn of her hand, Marisol said, “You first.”

Pay now for more. Wasn’t it worth it to learn how a prostitute can find out what you are?

***

Her pod was small and spare, with no sign of personalization. The walls and ceiling were display-enabled, but she had them blank, and set for room lighting. There were no windows, Travesti halkalı and the ventilator hum was constant. This may have been only a workplace, and not her residence.

She faced me, put her hands behind my neck, and leaned my head down. She kissed me, slow and deep, and I reciprocated. We embraced. I hadn’t asked for this, and while I enjoyed it, I didn’t become more enthralled with her than I already was.

She drew back and murmured, “If you do everything right, for a long time, you’ll get that, too. If that’s too clingy, be careful what you wish for.”

My mind spun, and surely hers did too. Was she admitting to feelings for me, and a potential weakness? Or was this disinformation? Was she so confident she didn’t think it would work against her? And was this a test of whether she could get under my skin emotionally, to the point of me putting her welfare ahead of my own? Had she read that it hadn’t worked?

“Any time you’re ready,” she said, letting me go.

I slid the jumpsuit off her shoulders. It fell to her waist, revealing small, high breasts with ash-dark nipples. I grabbed the fabric at her hips and held it close on her as I pulled down, to take whatever underwear she had with it. I didn’t look for it, didn’t care, I wanted only her. With the shape-obscuring jumpsuit now at her ankles, I saw and touched her revealed curves. Her skin gave way slightly to my fingers, then held firm and resisted. I knelt, and with one hand pulled her left foot free of her shoe and suit while squeezing her right thigh, then sliding the hand up to her buttock.

Pay now for more. It’s less than you paid earlier.

***

I switched hands, yanked away her right shoe, clamped her left buttock, and thrust my face into her crotch. The short, thick hair was beaded with sweat and redolent with her arousal. I mashed my nose against her hard clit, drove my tongue through her labia. I would have jizzed my pants right then, were it not for a gland-moderating cybe upgrade.

Along with her quick gasp I heard a loud hum (and felt it through the floor), which faded without me being killed. Marisol was giving me leave to ravish her. I freed my hands, and she thrust her hips forward so I could keep lapping her loins. I snatched at my clothes, got them away from me, and as my putz sprang free, she pushed me onto the floor. I was disoriented, which set off cybe warnings, and I was already cumblasting before I realized that we were now in a sixty-nine. My glans was tight in her throat and she clutched my balls, while I licked and sucked her, faster and faster, enveloping her clit with my tongue, spasming as she drained my shaft. I kept on, splayed fingers gripping her buns, which my hands had yearned for all my life without my ever knowing.

There came a moment when the furious activity had ceased. My face was sodden with her ejecta. She drooled mine onto my groin and said, “No extra charge.”

I laughed. She joined in.

Marisol denied me time to recover. Setting a hand on my slimed gut, holding me to the cushioned floor, she pivoted and straddled me. My cock was still thick, more flexible than rigid. She seized it, and shoved the head around and against her labia, then descended on it.

Before she could pump, I grabbed her arms and rolled us over, putting her on the floor. I rose up and began to piston, gritting, “This is what I paid for.”

Her mouth opened and her back arched. Her trunk ground against me, and I swelled back to full girth.

I swooped down and got her left breast into my mouth. Bumps rose on the aureole as I sucked and licked, gave and demanded. She howled, and her hands went to my buttocks as possessively as mine had been on hers, except she dug in nails. My cock throbbed in her vaginal heat, and I gushed deep in her belly as her knees pushed hard against my ribs.

A long time later, her nipple went slack.

After we sanitized, we finally went to her pallet, and allowed our languor to include some shared bliss.

“Can all cybed guys bang like that?” she asked in amusement.

“I’ve never met a cyborg,” I said, choosing words carefully, maybe forced by habit. “I’ve always been a strong fuck. That’s given me a great variety of advantages.” Didn’t have to lie about that at all.

She lay on her side, emphasizing her torso outline, arcing down from the ribs to the narrow valley at her waist, soaring then to her hip. Petite overall, her body presented dramatic contrasts when not hidden in a jumpsuit. And her skin, the color, the suppleness. I shuddered, staring.

My prick twitched. Without looking, she caught it in her hand.

“And now,” she said, “be glad that I have plans for you.” Much stronger than she looked, she gave me a quick shove at a pressure point that got me onto my back. “You’re a customer, so I let you get on top, because I charged you for that.” She straddled me again, breasts wiggling merrily. “But never do that again! I control my body, whenever I’m using yours.” She was pumping my dick the whole time, and now she centered her vulva over the head, and again merged us. She proceeded to grind and swivel in so many directions, and at so many speeds, that I neither wanted to stop her nor dared to move on my own, for fear of injury. She rose above me and jounced in a rhythm like that in her dance, with the arm moves, and in a flash I recalled that when I saw her in the bar, I wanted her to do exactly this to me. I had triumphed within what might be a disaster.

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I put another book back on the library shelf, sighing.

There weren’t many people around this time of day, so work was lighter. The well-practiced monotonous task always left me with plenty of time to think. And with nobody around to bother me, my familiar worries rose back up.

Me and Cerulea were secretly heroes of the city. But recently, I was getting worried about her. She kept disappearing somewhere. And it was getting difficult to track her down sometimes.

“If you’re that concerned about her, why don’t you talk to her about it?” Shia said from beside me.

Shia looked like a small bluebird, but she was actually an extension of the same powers that let us fight monsters. And I could control who could perceive her. So at least nobody was going to complain about a bird inside the library.

“Concerned about who?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

Shia hopped up onto the shelf I was working on, fluttering her wings. “You know who. You really should talk through your concerns with her. Rather than-“

“I don’t need advice from some artificial personality construct,” I replied. “Cerulea is probably fine. She is my sister after all.”

Although Cerulea wasn’t technically my actual sister, I cared about her like one. And I had finally convinced her to start calling me a sister too. But really, I cared about her like she was more than a sister. My feelings for her could never be summed up in one word like that.

I was always watching out for Cerulea. I protected her from the filth of this world. She was like a pure flower sprouting in a muddy swamp. And I would be the one to protect her pristine petals. I would ensure the sins of this world never tainted her. Just seeing her always filled my heart with comfort. Even now, I wanted nothing more than to-

“You’re getting distracted again…” Shia chirped out.

Blinking, I refocused my eyes on the bookshelf in front of me. I had to finish putting these books away. I couldn’t let myself get distracted like that.

“Right, thanks,” I nodded, and got back to work.

–

Later that day, I headed over to Cerulea’s apartment.

I had long since acquired the key to her apartment and let myself in. She always left a spare hanging up by the door. So I made a copy a while back. It was useful for checking in on her, making sure she was okay.

Walking around, there was no sign of her. But she was usually back in her apartment by this time on Tuesdays…

“Cerulea?” I called out into the apartment. But there wasn’t any response back.

Sighing, I plopped down on the couch. I could just wait for her to return. She didn’t have anything on her calendar today, and it was rare for her to stop anywhere before home on Tuesdays. So I was sure she would get home soon enough.

But as the sun began to set, there was no sign of her. And soon enough, it was completely dark.

Sitting in the dark, my anxiety started to take hold again. What could she be doing out so late? There was no way she was out with friends. She didn’t have any friends that I didn’t know of, right? But what if she had a boyfriend? My stomach lurched at the thought. There was no way she would do that… Not my Cerulea… I couldn’t let her get tainted like that…

Finally, the door clicked unlocked and Cerulea walked in. My anxiety was washed away in an instant, she was alone. But as she closed the door, a flood of questions returned.

“Where were you? And so late at night?” I demanded.

“Aoi?!?” Cerulea asked back, flipping on a light.

“Where were you!?” I demanded again.

“Uhm… I was just…” she hesitated. “Y’know, I was just out surveying the town!”

“It might be a little more peaceful right now, but you can’t let your guard down!” I replied. Uncrossing my legs, I stood up, walking over to her. “You should tell me before you do stuff like that!”

“Sure, sure, I’ll do that!” Cerulea said with a smile.

Why was she always so lackadaisical like this? When I was trying so hard to protect her too. She just didn’t understand how dangerous this world was.

“You worry too much～” she said, wrapping me in a hug.

As she hugged me, her breath came hot on my neck. She suddenly kissed my cheek and my face grew hot for some reason. She was much taller than me, and with her arms around me like this, my face was buried in her chest.

But she didn’t break the hug, still kissing my cheek. Her tongue suddenly got bolder, licking at my face, and then at my ear. I couldn’t help but squirm in her grasp.

“H-Hey Cerulea! What do you think you are doing!?” I shouted out, my face now bright red. The innocent flower I was trying to protect had suddenly done something so indecent… And yet my head was spinning.

“Sorry～ I’m just a bit tired.”

I let out a shaky sigh, trying to get control of myself. “Th-that’s fine. Sorry for coming over so late unannounced…”

But she just grinned mischievously down at me, her eyes still half-lidded in exhaustion. And without Gümüşsuyu travesti warning, she suddenly wrapped me in another hug.

“I love you～” she breathed into my ear. And I squirmed in her grasp.

She suddenly bit down gently on my earlobe, sucking on my ear. And despite the situation, I began melting into her embrace. Was she coming onto me? Had the beautiful flower I protected finally come to reward my perseverance?

“C-Cerulea…” I stammered. “We’re sisters though…”

She pulled back, confused, “Just cause we’re in a sisterhood? I can’t tell you I love you?”

“Uhm- I mean, maybe that might be so. We aren’t blood relatives or anything… B-But… It’s no good!” She was the innocent flower I needed to protect… “We can’t! Our love is forbidden! We’re Saints after all! We must remain chaste!”

That was a lie. I made it up long ago to make sure Cerulea wouldn’t see other guys. But now I was using it to push her away…

“I just wanted to thank you for how much you care about me,” she said, smiling. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable… But I do love you! Like a real sister!”

“L-Like a real sister…” I murmured, dazed. And a wave of disappointment washed over me.

Of course, how could I have been so stupid? There was no way my dearest Cerulea would have such dirty inclinations. I had imagined those intentions myself… How could I have thought such things about my beautiful flower?

“Are you okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

“N-No, I’m fine! O-Of course that’s what you meant! Hahaha. I was just being silly! I’m gonna go home now! Hahaha.”

“Okay～ Take care now!” she shouted out after me.

And I rushed out of her apartment.

–

The next day, I was back in the library, stewing in my thoughts.

Everything was overwhelming yesterday, but now that I looked back at it, there was definitely something off with Cerulea. Her actions were just too weird.

Why had she been exhausted if she was just surveying the town? Why would she be out for so long without contacting me? Why had she done *that* while hugging me?

Just remembering the events of last night made my face grow bright red. And I squeezed my thighs tighter together as I squirmed in my seat. Her tongue on my cheek, her gentle bite on my earlobe, I couldn’t sit still with those memories flashing through my head.

Yet she was the precious flower I had to protect. I couldn’t do something like *that* with her. I could never let her petals be crumpled. I could never let her be soiled by the real world. Yet she had done something so indecent on her own…

I had tried to give her some privacy. To not be too overbearing… But it’s obvious now that my efforts so far were insufficient. I had to go further to protect her.

“Shia,” I called out, tapping the bracelet on my arm. And a small bluebird jumped out of the Saint Bracelet, landing down onto the table.

“What is your command?”

“Follow Cerulea. Record everything you see and hear. Return to me tonight.”

“As you wish.”

At my command, the small bird flew out of the Library, triggering the motion sensor doors on the way out.

“You really should just talk to her more candidly…” The older Shia fluttered over to me, looking up at me as she tilted her head.

“I don’t need advice from some artificial personality construct,” I replied icily.

“Spying on her is going too far. You are both adults, just talk it out.” the small bird shook her head.

“Say another word and I’ll recycle you like that other Shia.”

The small bluebird fluttered her wings, hurrying back to an open book on the table, pretending to read.

–

I had just finished brushing my teeth when the Shia returned.

“Mission complete.”

I was about to go to sleep and had almost forgotten about the task I had sent it on earlier that day. “Go ahead and download the data to the bracelet and return.”

“As you wish.”

The bluebird pecked at my bracelet, causing the metal to flash. And then the small bird itself turned into light, flashing back into the bracelet, recycling the energy used to create it. The entire process was very efficient.

“Now let’s see…” I said, walking to bed. “Bring up the downloaded data.”

＜（Confirmed. Now loading into data slot 01）＞

A robotic voice echoed through my head, and a window appeared above the Saint Bracelet. It showed the sight from the Shia’s eyes.

But as the small bird caught up to Cerulea, everything was normal. She was walking down the street in her work clothes, probably returning home. And she wasn’t doing anything weird, just humming a familiar tune as she walked.

I had freaked out earlier today, but I was sure everything would be fine.

Climbing into bed, I gazed lovingly at the screen. Perhaps being able to watch Cerulea like this was my reward after such a stressful day of worrying. Snuggling in, I pulled up the covers. And as I stared at her through the screen, my Gümüşsuyu travestileri stress began to melt away.

Cerulea’s long blond hair blew in the air behind her. She was just wearing her waitress uniform. But she was cute in that too. Even in slacks, I couldn’t help but admire her long legs. And in her white blouse, her sizable bust was clearly noticeable.

Without thinking, I slid one hand under the covers, sliding my hand down between my legs.

But I paused, my hand hovering over my crotch. What was I doing? Was I really just about to masturbate while staring at Cerulea? What was wrong with me? Yet I couldn’t get the thoughts of what happened yesterday out of my mind.

Her soft embrace around me, the warmth of her bosom against my face. And the thrill in between my legs, as she nibbled on my ear. For the second time today, those images flooded back to me, my face growing hot. She was the flower I needed to protect, yet I couldn’t deny these urges. And I let my hand down onto my crotch.

Fabric rubbing on fabric, I stroked myself through my pajama bottoms and panties. I slid my fingers up and down over my mound, my body burning with embarrassment and lust. How could I be doing something so perverse? Yet as I stared at the screen, I zoomed further in on Cerulea’s face, still rubbing myself.

Her clear blue eyes were so innocent. Yet with those lips and mouth, she had kissed me so intimately last night…. I pulled my fingers up to my clit, rubbing slow circles as I gazed down at Cerulea’s face.

Suddenly, Cerulea began her transformation. And I blinked in surprise. But she would be so much sexier in that skin-tight latex…

Wait- What was I thinking?!?

I pulled my hand away, taking a couple deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I had to watch Cerulea to make sure she wasn’t doing anything bad. I couldn’t let myself get carried away like that. Refocusing my eyes on the screen, I tried to calm down as I watched Cerulea’s transformation.

Cerulea’s hair bursted with color, changing from blonde to bright blue. Her clothes disappeared, replaced with a shining light that hugged her form. The light formed boots, gloves, and a bodysuit. And with a pop, the light was replaced with our familiar bright-blue latex Saint Suit.

The latex hugged her form, accentuating her chest. And the high cut on the bodysuit left so much of her crotch exposed. I wanted to bury my head between her thighs… Wait- No! I couldn’t taint Cerulea like that.

Shivering, I gripped the blanket tighter, squeezing my legs tighter together under the covers. My legs tied themselves in pretzels, my thighs rubbing together through the soft pajama bottoms. And I cried out in frustration. But I had to focus on the screen.

Cerulea was running outside the city for some reason. She was heading towards the forest. But my gaze was drifting. Her long smooth legs pumped herself forward. And atop of them, her nigh-bare ass bounced with every stride. Her latex bodysuit did almost nothing to cover her backside. And-

Trees suddenly cut off my sight of Cerulea. The Shia flew above the forest, only catching brief glimpses of her blue form beneath the foliage. And I whined in frustration.

Releasing the blanket, I ran my hand back down my legs. My fingers slid down my panties, stroking my slit. And then I pushed into myself, hard. I strained through the layers of fabric, pushing and massaging my opening through the soft fabric.

Rolling over, I let out a moan into a pillow, as my fingers stroked at my opening. This was fine though. I couldn’t see Cerulea like this. I wasn’t watching Cerulea. Yet as I panted for breath, my eyes were drawn back to the screen.

From the brief flashes of blue through the treetops, my imagination ran wild. We could still get sweaty in our latex suits, and I was sure her body was glistening by now. In my imagination, I was licking at her sweaty mound through the latex. I had her pushed up against a wall, while I tongued her clit through the thin rubber. And her suit squelched as I sucked and licked her sweaty body through her latex suit.

She cried out from above me, pulling my face deeper into her crotch. Her sweaty musk was intoxicating, and I moaned into her sex. She shivered under my lips, tightening her legs around my head.

My fingers were still pushing at my pajamas, straining to finger my opening through the layers of fabric. And finally frustrated enough, I threw off the covers. My legs quickly kicked off my pajama bottoms, and I slid my panties down to my knees. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but I grabbed my dildo from the nightstand.

Sliding the blue dildo through my folds, I continued my fantasy. Cerulea had me in her arms again. Our mouths embraced as we reveled in each other’s warmth. Her tongue pushed inside my mouth, and I slowly slid the dildo into myself.

Cerulea pushed me down now, thrusting the dildo in for me, as I screamed in ecstasy. She grinned down at me, Trvesti gümüşsuyu her once innocent smile now mischievous. And slowly, she slid one finger down to my clit.

Suddenly, the screen changed, and Cerulea burst into a clearing, in front of a large cliff face.

Slowing down my hands, I pushed the dildo as deep as it would go. I savored my lust while struggling to keep watching the screen. But what was she doing so far outside the city?

I slowly moved the dildo inside of me, riding an edge as I stared at Cerulea. She walked towards the cave. And the Shia-camera swooped down, landing in the entrance, giving a nice low angle up at her long legs encased in the latex boots. I was so close to cumming, but I had to pay attention.

As I stared at the screen, something strange happened. A small green verdigris monster appeared in the cave, waving at Cerulea and calling out to her. And Cerulea walked calmly up to the monster, smiling.

Why was she there? Why wasn’t she fighting that monster? Alarm bells were ringing in my head, but I couldn’t stop my hands. My fingers tapped at my clitoris, wavering the pleasure in a staccato as I tried to hold back from cumming.

Why was she letting her guard down? Why was she getting so close to that monster?!? I whined to myself. But I kept thrusting the dildo into myself, still teetering at the edge of orgasm.

Despair started to creep in as I realized what was happening. But I couldn’t bring myself to admit it… I didn’t want to see it… And then it happened.

“WHY IS CERULEA HUGGING A MONSTER!?!?” I shouted into my small bedroom.

As they got closer, Cerulea wrapped the small verdigris in a hug. She stuck his face right between her breasts. And something snapped in me.

Jerking up into a sitting position, every muscle in my body tensed as I stared down at the screen in fury. My hands finally froze, and I clenched down around the dildo inside me, trembling in anger. Even as I teetered on the edge of a climax, hatred bubbled up inside of me.

Why did that Verdigris get to put his face in between her breasts?! Why did Cerulea willingly hug a monster?! Why had I held myself back for so long if she was just going to get tainted in such a manner?!

Yet even as those questions raged through my mind, my hands began to move.

I pushed the dildo in once more, shuddering as despair and jealousy washed over me. Why had I spent so long protecting her purity? Why hadn’t I sullied her before these monsters got their hands on her? Even as regret washed over me, my fingers began to play at my clit once more.

The small green monster had his hands on her breasts. He slowly groped her through the latex bodysuit. Yet I couldn’t stop moving my own hands. And I slowly brought myself to the edge of orgasm again. I teetered there as I stared at them in despair, letting out a frustrated moan.

The monster had Cerulea laying down on a table, using a rag to coat her latex suit with lube. Yet Cerulea was just accepting it. She even smiled as he rubbed his hands over her body. And as more and more of the lube coated her bodysuit, the latex grew shinier and shinier.

The small green monster grabbed Cerulea’s chest, massaging it through the shiny lubed-up latex. The monster teased out moans from her as he dug his fingers into her breasts. And I tightened around my dildo.

I wanted to be the one to grope her breasts like that… I wanted to be the one laying her down on a table, making her cry out in pleasure. But even as jealousy crashed over me, I accidentally pushed myself over the edge.

I had kept my finger on my clit for a few seconds too long. And an orgasm was about to cascade down on me. Crying out in frustration, I sped up my hands.

My fingers swept over my clit, grinding small fast circles into my apex. And I thrust the dildo in and out of me as fast as I could, toppling into a full-bodied orgasm.

Even as I cried out in frustrated ecstasy, I kept watching the screen. Waves of pleasure wracked my body as I stared at Cerulea and the monster. I still couldn’t believe she was being tainted by those monsters. And yet, I couldn’t stop thrusting the dildo into myself, accentuating each slow wave of pleasure.

As the orgasm finally subsided, I collapsed back into bed and closed the screen.

I shut my eyes as tight as possible. Awkwardly, I pulled my panties back up, burying my face into a pillow. I didn’t want to admit what I had seen. Hiding beneath the covers, my face was hot with shame. And I tried to forget what I had just done. It was so wrong, yet I had masturbated while watching them… I had pleasured myself while my beloved Cerulea was being defiled. I wanted to pass out in embarrassment.

But I couldn’t get to sleep.

No matter how much I tossed and turned, the comforting embrace of sleep wouldn’t come. I replayed that scene over and over in my head. The sight of her face wouldn’t go away. Her moans filled my ears. And I squeezed my legs together in desperation, trying to forget. But eventually, my hand crept down to my crotch once more.

In the end, I masturbated one more time that night, to the memory of my Cerulea being defiled.

–

《 4 weeks later 》

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I was going to confront Cerulea today. This time for sure. I would confront her.

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