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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

The Farm

As it turned out, there was a problem. Actually, several problems – starting with the drive over to Ginnie’s place. The cabbie had been entertaining … unfortunately for Charlotte, a little too much so.

As it happened, the driver – Frank – considered this part to be a perk of the job. It was why he always volunteered for these late night frat house runs all the way out to the college. He began, as always, by asking if they’d had fun. Audrey and Mia, having been revived by the cool night air between house and cab, confirmed that they had indeed enjoyed themselves. Meanwhile the red faced clown-girl said nothing. Perhaps, he thought, she’s a mime as well. When she came, did she just open her mouth and do the silent scream thing? That was a scary notion – those engineering guys must be more twisted than he would have credited. Slightly rattled, he moved on to his next standard question. “Was Tony the Pony there?’

Mia bit. “Who’s Tony the Pony?”

The cabbie obligingly described the mythical Tony: “Well, that’s what they call him – I don’t know his real name. Skinny kid, but hung like a horse. Supposed to be a real lady pleaser.” Occasionally, there was a boy who met the description, more often not. Either way, the young ladies entrusted to his care usually responded to his Cheerfully Wicked Uncle persona by providing an exciting debriefing of their evening. A few times, he had even received a blow job, but that was just an added bonus. He was all about listening to their stories.

So was Charlotte – she was getting more and more randy, as the girls gave a garbled account of events and argued over which of several likely candidates was Tony. She fervently wished she’d kept that ketchup bottle tucked inside herself.

She was just about to attack the driver – or at least his gearshift – when he abruptly pulled up to the address she’d provided. It was over a block from Ginny’s apartment – even as she’d planned her getaway, Charlotte had suspected that she might be leaving a trail of confusion in her wake, which probably shouldn’t lead right to her friend’s door. Now, as she hustled down the street, she was beginning to see the flaw in that part of her scheme: her face was partly exposed to the chill night air, and the stolen coat only reached down to her shins. She was cooling rapidly … she wasn’t going to make it. And then, three doors from her destination, her third problem emerged. Just as she’d feared, a man stepped out of a dark alcove.

He turned to face her, and just as she was on the verge of seizing up, she saw that her luck had changed. He was just a local drunk – a guy she’d given spare change to from time to time, before her transformation. And he was still in the act of shaking the last drops off the tip his cock, having peed against the wall.

She dropped to her knees so that her salvation dangled in front of her face. In an instant she had vacuumed his warm tool into her mouth, and in another he was hard. Blessed hot cum was soon flooding her head, elevating her temperature away from the danger zone. It was probably enough, but she felt she should make sure, so she sucked him hard again, and then released him. Before he could react to this new development, she’d spun herself around, tossed up her coat tails and backed her hungry pussy onto his hot shaft. It took a little longer, but he was no match for her specialized snatch. Another load filled her pussy pouch, and warmed her even more.

Of course, she would soon cool again. Clamping her cunt onto his flagging pecker, she duck-walked the pair of them to her friend’s door and pushed the buzzer.

“Hello?”

She rapped out a shave-and-a-haircut on the buzzer casing – can’t talk, remember?

There was a slight pause while the penny dropped upstairs, and then the door was buzzed open. Charlotte abruptly released the cock she was gripping inside her, and as the fuddled drunk stumbled back onto the sidewalk, she darted inside and closed the door. If he saw her red face or bum, or if he glimpsed his own tool inside her … well, by morning he’d put the whole thing down to too much drink. In which case, she’d maybe screwed him into a life of sobriety. Could happen, she thought, as she hurried upstairs.

** ** **

Remarkably enough, there were no further hitches … other than a lecture from Ginny. It was sort of like that time she’d tried sneaking back into her house as a teen – “Do you realize anything could have happened? You’ll just have to spend time in your box, anyway, until we can hook you up with another guy!”

Okay, she thought. Maybe not so much that last part.

Ginny continued in Mother mode – or, perhaps more accurately, ‘Madame’ mode: “Poor baby. You look like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet. Have a hot shower and then tell me all about it.”

Charlotte was seriously hot and bothered, again, by the end of her shower. With i-pad in front of her, she proceeded to fill turk porno Ginny in on her adventures. Luckily, her friend had set her up with her Black Jacque toy. It wouldn’t get her over, but once installed as directed its calming influence kept her typing hand relatively free from trembling. When, eventually, she got to the ‘Tony the Pony’ bit, she stopped mid-story and typed: does your uncle still have that big black horse on his farm?

“Midnight? Sure. Why?”

why do you think? how soon can we go there?

“This weekend, probably. Now finish that damn story. At least one of us can still cum…” Ginny reached over to take hold of Jacque’s lumpy handle (which, being now coated with copious second-hand jism, easily popped free of the doll’s pussy with a ‘foop’) and quickly brought herself off with the thing. After the tale was fully told, she finally addressed the fact that it was the middle of the night. “I’ve got to go to work tomorrow, sweetie. See you on Saturday.” With that, she pulled out Charlotte’s other bung – the one in her shoulder.

** ** **

When Charlotte had been re-inflated and had recovered from the resulting orgasm she found herself, as promised, in a stable. Which, she was pleased to see, contained “that big black horse” she’d recalled. Even in the pre-Al days, back when she’d been a shy (and real) girl, Midnight had given her a thrill … although she would never have admitted it. She had no idea how much time had passed, although she recalled having been submerged in the bathtub for a wash. Then she’d been folded over backwards and hung on the shower rail so that her ass was touching her head – or would have, if she’d been inflated. The next day she’d been packed into her box, and after that time sort of lost meaning for her.

“Hey, there,” said Ginnie. “It’s Saturday!” She failed to mention which Saturday, although she provided a hint: “It took me a while to line everything up. First I set up a swap with Uncle Doug and Auntie Jill to get them out of the way for a weekend – sometimes they stay in my apartment while I look after the farm. I always hide my toys, but not too well – I think they like to play with them. Then I arranged to borrow a teaser mare from the ranch across the road – I used to help Uncle Doug with that sort of thing. So the deal with that is we gotta freeze some of Midnight’s semen for trade. I presume you won’t mind collecting some. Anyhow, here we are.”

She waved her arm around the place, and then went over and led Midnight out of his stall with a simple rope looped on his neck. The horse was snorting and Charlotte could see that he was ready to go – as evidenced by his bouncing yard. He was fitted with what looked like a tiny saddle, with … Aha! she thought. The pommel is wang-shaped. This went some way to explaining why Ginnie was wearing a cowgirl’s hat and boots, a red checkered scarf, a leather vest, plus fringed leather chaps … but no shirt or trousers.

“So here’s the plan …”

But Charlotte had her own plan. Midnight’s cock was daunting, but her newly acquired lust (plus a confidence in her elastic abilities born of recent experience) propelled her forward. She swung herself under the creature and nuzzled his apparatus. Lacking a tongue, she simply slid her stretchy lips along its surface. Although technically she relied on others for lubricating fluids, her shiny surface needed little more than a borrowed sheen of sweat to grease the way. While she was occupied, Ginnie thoughtfully tied her friend’s long latex hair in a bun for her.

Midnight was beginning to get seriously agitated, and frankly, so was Charlotte. She needed elevation, and some way to brace herself. Looking around, she saw that Ginnie had been way ahead of her – a nearby hay bale had been provided with a blanket. No sooner had she scrambled onto her back on the bale, when Midnight was over her. Knees up, she lodged one hand behind her backside to grip the blanket, which left the other free to feed the enormous leathery shaft into her hungry pussy. The effect was immediate. As Midnight thrust, her orgasms began to roll through her. Grinning madly, it was all she could do to absorb the wonderful onslaught – at each full stroke his cock stretched and penetrated her neck (throat band included) and up into her head. She suspected that, flapping arms and legs notwithstanding, she then resembled a huge red condom.

“Use the handles! Use the handles!”

Ginnie was calling out something, something about … handles? Dimly, she registered the loops on the lower part of the harness. She transferred her grip and found she could easily support herself under Midnight, with the creature’s cock still deep inside her. Then it registered, barely, that Ginnie was leading the horse – and her – out the barn door into the sunlight. And when her friend swung herself aboard, she guessed that the three of them were in for a wild ride.

Ginnie, on the other hand, knew they were. She had used her Ponyback Pleasure Platform (patent pending) a few times before, but always sikis izle under controlled circumstances. Or as controlled as possible, given that the thing was little more than a strap-on dildo mounted on a weensy padded base (and using appropriately longer straps). At least on those previous occasions, she had used a bridle, and not merely a rope looped over the beast’s neck; also, the horse hadn’t been in a state of lustful frenzy, nor had it had an extremely motivated, horse-sized pocket pussy mounted on its yard.

Sure enough, they were soon galloping over an expanse of meadowland behind the ranch. Ginnie was getting the full bareback experience – hot muscled, hair-covered flesh roiling between her wide stretched bare thighs – plus the added pleasure of deep, and unpredictable, penetration.

As for Charlotte, the rampant horse-cock was pistoning steadily inside her – what wasn’t to like? The constant lashing from tall grass (and the occasional nettle) simply added to the fun. Once in a while she would tip her head back to see where they were going next – it was an extra rush to see oncoming obstacles from upside down, just before Midnight leapt clear of them: bushes, streams, fences and startled picnickers all looming up abruptly, and disappearing again just as suddenly. She tried to imagine the sight they were presenting to anyone who was lucky enough to get a glimpse of them.

Eventually Ginnie managed to get control of her tiring mount. She was sore – although the expensive little saddle (even at wholesale) had protected her nethers from serious damage – and she was lost. She climbed gingerly off of Midnight, and peeked underneath to make sure her friend hadn’t been punctured or otherwise damaged. She was reassured by Charlotte’s manic, upside-down grin. There were some stains on her shirt, but otherwise all was well on that front. It took a bow-legged walk up a nearby hillock, leading horse (and doll) along behind, to get a wide enough view to get her bearings. The barn now lay about four miles distant, as the crow might fly. Or for that matter, by way of the country road now visible beyond the hill; but she was aware that her bare and slightly glowing ass would probably be visible to folks driving past – if anyone should happen to glance away from the bright red sex-doll slung underneath her horse.

So it was back the way they’d come, at a much slower pace. After walking a mile or so, Ginnie tried riding again, and found the dildo’s penetration so natural – and comfortable – that she wondered with alarm if Charlotte’s curse was rubbing off on her. She probed carefully where her mound was mashed against the heaving saddle, and was relieved to find no trace of rubberization … just a flattened clit sending happy messages bouncing around her body.

She rode quietly into the barnyard, feeling well-fucked, when Dave stepped out the door.

“Hey – it’s about time you … Holy fuck, have you gone around the twist?!”

Busted, thought Ginnie. She was aware that Dave was focused – so far – on the lurid display under her mount’s belly. Soon enough, he would notice her juice-soaked saddle. Oh well. May as well brazen it out. “Hey, Charlotte – check it out. Dave’s come up to visit us. Give him a wave, Honey!” She was rewarded by the stunned expression on her brother’s face, just before he sat down hard on the turf.

She rode close enough for him to be face to face with her friend, and then dismounted to crouch beside them. “Sorry Dave, we really planned to break this whole thing to you sooner – and not quite so, um, dramatically.”

“But …” ventured Dave.

“I know – it’s impossible. The thing is … well, the short version is that my friend Charlotte, here, pissed off a magician. And not the ‘come-up-on-the-stage-and-my-beautiful-assistant-will-put-you-in-this-box’ kind. This guy makes Voldemort look like Santa. So not only is she now a rubber sex doll, but she needs to have it. Well, you saw. Or you shoulda done – she told me she was pretty near to throwing her arms around your neck.” As Ginnie spoke, Charlotte let go of the harness loops and held out her arms toward Dave. Most of her was still wrapped around Midnight’s cock, so she only tilted an inch or so closer to the ground.

“But…”

“Yeah, well, she needs her i-pad to communicate. But I’m thinking she’d like you to pull her off of there. Did I mention that she told me she loved you?”

“Um. Right.”

“Oh! Wow. Bring her into the barn. I need to save some of that spooge for the Bar XY folks.”

** ** **

Sunday morning found the three of them in the ranch’s guest bed. Ginnie and Dave were dreamily cuddling in one another’s arms, while Charlotte had been deflated and spread on her back over their legs. She was staring dreamily at the ceiling. The doll had no need of conventional sleep, and by two AM was stealthily depriving the others of theirs. The compromise had been to drop her into her more-or-less dormant state while still letting her share the bed.

“We shoulda done this way sooner,” said porna Ginnie.

“Spend the night fucking together with an animated bimbo sex toy? Or let all the air out of her?”

“Making love. Yes. And as for Charlotte, the bimbo part is new. She used to be quite demure.”

“Whatever. I always knew you were hot, but I never thought of you as anything other than my sister. Well, hardly ever, anyhow.”

“Mmmm. Me either. You know what I mean. But … it feels like we were always lovers.”

“Yeah,” agreed Dave, and he lifted her plump left tit to his mouth and nibbled on her nipple. “Well, that night of ‘making love’, as Naughty Giselle has just defined it,” he said around her ample flesh, “was seriously fuck-a-licious.”

Ginnie/Giselle poked him in the ribs. “Don’t talk with yer mouth full!”

The subsequent squirmathon gradually evolved into another round of friendly fornication.

** ** **

Some time later, whilst still thrusting gently, he said, “Is Charlotte really stuck like that?”

“Looks like,” gasped Ginnie. “We haven’t heard squat from the wizard guy – he’s probably on a service call to Hell.”

“I like her – and she obviously likes us. But … she really is insatiable, isn’t she? I mean, we may need the help of a football team, plus maybe a polo pony stable, to keep her satisfied.”

“I could rent her out again … ooh, yeah, just there … but I’d worry. It didn’t go so smoothly the last time.”

“At least we can give her another session with Midnight before we leave.”

“Mmmm … Midnight,” agreed Ginnie.

** ** **

After breakfast, they re-inflated Charlotte and proceeded to the barn, where it became apparent that thanks to some overhasty and insufficient stall latching, Midnight and the teaser mare had also made a night of it. While Ginnie walked the satisfied mare back home, Charlotte set to work reviving Midnight’s libido. Typical male that he was, she soon had him ready; and with Dave’s amused assistance, she refitted the rude harness. In moments she had sheathed his eager cock inside herself once more, and was away to the races.

By the time Ginnie got back, Dave had already gone to the kitchen, and had come back with some nachos and beer, plus a hammock he’d found on the porch and redeployed in the barn. The food and brews were balanced on a hay bale, while his shirt and trousers were hung from a nearby nail.

“Hey, sweetie! Climb into this thing with me,” he said.

As Ginnie quickly shed her own clothes in response, Charlotte gave her a thumbs-up from under the stallion. The squelching sounds of horse-wang pumping into her reservoir of cum briefly broke rhythm, until she got her hand back on the grip.

“I’ve never done it in a hammock before,” Ginnie confessed.

“Me either – you up for the challenge?”

“Hah! I can see you are. Dibs on top.”

“I’m not sure you can call shotgun on that sort of thing. Anyway, I’m thinking you’ll have to get it inside you and then lay on me, or we’ll be tossed out of this thing for sure.”

As soon as Ginnie had crawled up onto her brother, she could see what he meant – the netting bounced and trembled threateningly. It was more like a circus performance than a sex act, as she shuffled and twisted her body carefully into position. “You’re gonna have to help. Shove it in when I tell you.”

“Say the word, Gin.” Her pillowy breasts were flattened comfortably – for him, at least – against his chest.

“Okay – on the count of three. One … Oh My God!”

The hammock bounced like a mad thing, but the net had wrapped tightly around their joined bodies. “Sorry,” said Dave. “Couldn’t wait.”

“Three! Wee!!”

** ** **

Dave and Ginnie had gone inside, showered, had lunch and another quickie, and then returned to dress before they announced to Charlotte that it was time to give Midnight a break. After pulling the reluctant doll free, they gave both parties a rinse and a rub-down. Dave was just about to pull out Charlotte’s bung when they heard a thump outside.

Ginnie poked her head out the door cautiously – no one needed to see the bright red sex toy. “Hey – there’s a box on the doorstep! What the hell?” She examined the note taped to the top:

“Charlotte – Here’s a playmate for you. Enjoy eternity together. A”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” said Dave as he came out to see for himself. “Plus, it looks like that box has air holes…”

Charlotte, who had followed, just gave a ‘how much worse can it get’ sort of a shrug, and opened the container.

Inside was what looked like her dildo toy – the giant-sized one she called ‘Black Jacque’, with the ball-sack shaped palm grip. Except that it was looking up at her with big brown eyes on either of an open slit-shaped mouth … from which hung a wide panting tongue. The thing wriggled like a puppy, and hopped up to peek out over the side, clinging to the edge with feet that resembled an otter’s. Charlotte instinctively picked it up and hugged it. ‘Jackie’ responded by licking her bright red face. The others could see that its hind feet were mounted under its ballsy bum; and that there were grooves on its sides into which its forelegs could conveniently fold out of the way. Incongruously (for a dildo) but unsurprisingly, it had a waggily tail.

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Author’s Note: Yeah, starting another story so soon after the first, it’s crazy but it just might work. This is my other big story I’m hoping will catch on. This is a more fantasy-focused story, though still about as violent, so if you don’t like that stuff, that’s fine. There is also much more romance and sex in this than the other story, also birds, a lot of birds. Also, while the birds are portrayed as tribal, they are not intended to represent any real-life native tribes, this is just me wanting to make my own epic fantasy.

A New Family

Snap!

A twig broke underpaw as the woman stumbled through the cold winter woods. She was hungry, cold, and the precious cargo she carried in her belly was becoming restless. She fell at a stream. She drank desperately of the water, before she stopped to see herself reflected in the moonlight. She was a pine marten, a lovely caramel and honey brown-furred female of her species, but she was starving. Her clothes barely clung to her waning body. She needed to feed her baby, her unborn cub. Her ears barely registered the crunching snow behind her.

Before she could turn, a winter-worn paw grabbed the marten jill by the hem of her tunic and lifted her. The jill screamed in the face of a fierce wolverine male who had her by her baggy shirt.

The large mustelid looked upon this soft female and his intentions for her became clear, “I thought I smelt intruderz in mai territory. If you were another wolverine, I woulda ripped your guts out…” He sniffed her, “Now… I smell a fun time for Jeryl.” He grinned evilly as he felt up the pregnant female. He felt the kicking kit in her belly, “Ah… Some other fella’s got ta ya… No matter, I’ll fix that soon.”

And now with her child on the line, the jill fought futilely against the male, “Let me go!”

He angered quickly; he slammed her against a tree, “Don’t piss me off, missy… Or I’ll rip yer teeth out and stick my whole log down yer whore mouth.”

The jill had a concussion already from him slamming her; she knew she couldn’t survive this male’s full fury, but she was given teeth for a reason. She bit hard on the hand that held her and tore a sizable chunk from the male’s palm.

He cursed loudly while she broke off. “You! Yer fuckin’ bitch! Bite me!?”

The jill ran from him, not caring where she wound up, as long as she got away. Alas, she slipped trying to cross the stream she had drunk from before.

The wolverine was on her in a flash. He backhanded the jill, made her nose bleed and her brain rattle. “I was gonna be nice an’ let ya be my little slut… But if you’re gonna be bitin’, I’ll just take a little somethin’ from ya.” He winced as he pulled his dagger from its sheath with his bitten paw. He pressed the blade to her belly, about to murder her unborn baby.

She sobbed, “No!”

Thwip!

The predator stopped suddenly when he felt something stab in his chest. “What?” He croaked before a couple more hits interrupted him.

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

The jill looked on in horror as a second, third, then fourth arrow soon protruded from his corpulent body.

Jeryl gripped the hard, wooden shafts that now stuck out of him, felt the barbed arrowheads tearing at his flesh, lacerating his insides. He looked up and saw a bird in the tree above him.

The tribal bird stared down the large predator before she let another arrow fly.

Thwip!

The wolverine croaked his last as that final shaft pierced his windpipe. He fell back onto the snow-covered forest floor.

The jill looked at the dying wolverine as he struggled to breathe.

The bird climbed down from her perch.

She was a blue jay, 5 feet tall and thin. She wore little clothing, despite the blistering cold surrounding her. A loincloth, moccasins, and armbands were all that she wore.

The marten jill watched from where she lay as the lithe avian female stood over the big carnivore.

The blue jay narrowed her eyes. She could still see the faintest breath leaving him. She took a small hunting knife from the belt she wore, then kneeling over the dying predator, she drove the blade into his heart.

There was a hitch in his breath, and then no more.

Now she was sure.

The blue jay stood and turned to see the female she’d just saved.

The jill shivered under the bird’s gaze.

The jay turned back to the dead wolverine. She began to pick her arrows from his body. They were still good, she could use them again. When that was finished, she stood again and walked over to the jill.

The female had passed out by then, worn out from the chase and from the hunger.

…

The marten jill felt warmth when she woke up. Her dark brown eyes opened slowly as she picked herself up. Looking up, she saw she was inside some earthen hut built from mud and timber. She lay on the ground, a warm quilt guarding her backside.

Her nose twitched as she picked up the scent of others sleeping close by. She looked to her sides and on her right there was that blue jay female.

She chirie auto lay peacefully, the subtlest of chirps emitting from her black beak. She was quite pretty, now that the jill had a closer look. Blue was her favorite color, and this bird was covered in it.

To her left, the jill saw another jay bird, but this one was slightly bigger, a male she figured, his chirps a tone deeper than his mate who lay parallel with the marten in between. She had not known any birds before or been close to one, but she found him handsome as well. His features, though softer than some mammals she knew, were still distinctly masculine.

The jill quickly noticed another glaring detail, both birds were naked. Neither wore a single article of clothing. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized this. Common decency told her she shouldn’t keep looking, but she got closer. Looking below, she could see no sheath or any other obvious feature on the male. Instead, she saw a thin slit similar to what lay between her own legs. The male’s slit did have a slight bulge, she didn’t need to guess what was underneath.

The jill then realized she herself lay naked between this strange pair of birds. Instinctively, her paws went to cover her breasts, and her groin, her blush deepening under her dark fur. Where were her clothes? The jill gasped when a scaly bird hand touched her shoulder. She turned and the female was up, looking at her with the kind of smile that could melt glaciers. “Sleep.” She spoke.

The jill was surprised to hear her language, “You speak…”

The blue jay shushed her, “Sleep.”

The jill saw the blue and black bird’s kind blue eyes staring back at her and knew she couldn’t refuse, but there were so many questions; “Who are you? Where am I?”

The jay petted the marten, “You are safe. I am Kali.”

The marten calmed as that warm bird hand brushed her coat. She said with a shy smile, “Kali… I’m Maureen.”

Kali laid the young mother-to-be back with her gentle petting, “Maureen, sleep.”

And Maureen did as she was told.

…

Maureen woke up next to the soft squawking of her saviors, very suggestive sounding squawks at that.

Wary, the jill opened her eyes. The bedrolls to her left and right were empty, but a mere two feet away, she saw her two hosts, the female crouched over her mate as he held her soft feathery rear to his groin.

Maureen blushed and closed her eyes as she realized what she had seen. Her first instinct was to turn away to give them some privacy, yet, she couldn’t help herself listening to the pair.

They went a good five minutes before she heard the male’s grunting finish. She no doubt knew what that sound meant, and it only made her blush more as she listened to their soft panting afterward.

“My love.” She heard Kali whisper to her husband.

A few seconds later, Maureen heard soft shuffling on the ground before she felt someone’s beak by her ear, “Sorry to wake you.”

Maureen could swear she heard the smirk in that jay bird’s whisper.

Sleep took the marten jill soon after.

…

Morning came as Maureen woke up to the smell of fish.

The jill opened her caramel brown eyes to see a plate of fresh grilled trout on the ground beside her. Instantly, she pulled herself up and looked around.

Both her avian hosts were missing, but she could smell smoke coming from behind the thick tarp which hung in the doorway.

She looked back down at the plate left for her. The trout looked good, and she hadn’t eaten.

The trout was good.

After eating, Maureen got up, subconsciously covering herself as she went to peek behind the tarp.

Kali was there, by a wood-fed grill, waving a fan to keep the smoke from filling the room. The jay bird smiled as she saw her guest was up, “Was your fish good?”

Maureen smiled back and she nodded, empty plate in hand, “Oh yes, it was very good.”

Kali nodded in turn, “Good.”

Kali’s mate stepped out from another room just then, fixing the loincloth that now adorned his waist. He saw Maureen looking at him and he gave her a friendly nod.

Maureen blushed but waved back as she watched him go to his wife.

The two blue jays spoke in their peculiar avian language, as the male hugged his mate and he pecked her cheek.

Kali pecked him back before she handed him a plate of the fish she’d just made for him.

He happily took the plate then sat down to eat it as Kali plated her own fish.

Kali doused the flames then went to join her husband as he started to eat. The jay female looked up at Maureen who still shyly stood behind the tarp. Kali waved at her, “Come, Maureen, join us.”

The marten jill instantly started to blush, “I-I shouldn’t, I’m not decent. Where are the clothes I was wearing?”

Kali shrugged, “Those old rags? They were wet and torn, no good. I threw those away.” She smiled, “You’ve no need to be shy here. You see how we are.” She gestured to herself and her husband, both clad in only loincloths, plus the odd denizli escort bayan armband.

Maureen still covered herself, “But I’m…”

Kali just looked back.

The marten jill finally sighed, “Fine…”

She stepped out, both arms covering herself.

Kali and her mate both watched as the blushing jill came over then sat down with them.

Maureen sat by Kali, across from her mate, both arms still over her sensitive areas.

Kali’s mate looked at her, and the jay bird shrugged back at him before she spoke, “Maureen, this is Justin.”

The male, Justin, nodded kindly.

Maureen was still extremely uncomfortable being nude in front of the two birds, especially a male, that she had just met, but she was able to smile back, “It’s nice to meet you, Justin.”

Kali patted Maureen softly on her shoulder, “Good, good.”

Maureen looked to Kali, “Is there something I can at least cover myself with?”

Kali tapped her beak as she thought, “Hmm, I’m sure I or Justin have a spare loincloth we can give you. But, I can’t help you with those.” She said looking to the jill’s breasts, concealed behind Maureen’s right arm. Kali gestured to herself, “We birds, we don’t quite have anything like what you mammals have, so we don’t really see a need to cover ourselves except if we are in bad weather, or out hunting.”

Maureen nodded as she started to get a little perturbed at how the female seemed to ogle her more than the husband. She spoke bluntly, “I understand that.”

Kali chuckled at the jill’s tone, “I will see if I can find something for you to wear.”

The jay female got up and left then, her fish barely touched while Justin had already finished his breakfast.

Maureen watched Kali leave, then she looked back at Justin.

The blue jay only shrugged then chuckled as he got up then left the table.

Maureen sat by herself then, tapping the table and humming to herself awkwardly as her arm was hurting from being held over her breasts for so long.

Kali came back out of her bedroom with a loincloth in hand. She handed the cloth to Maureen, “Here, this is one of mine.”

The jill looked at the thin cloth she was just given, “Thank you.”

Maureen got up, blushing as she realized she’d have to get dressed here since Justin was in the other room.

Kali stood by and watched while the marten tried on her cloth.

Maureen pulled on the cloth. The waistband pinched her sides some, but it was a good enough fit, at least she could cover her groin and butt now. Her breasts were still exposed, though. She turned to Kali, “Are you sure you have nothing for this?”

Kali shrugged, “Not unless you want to wear some of Justin’s clothing as well.”

Maureen sighed, “I guess not.”

Just then, a third bird came in from the outside.

This bird, a red cardinal, pushed open the front curtain, “Kali! Where is Justin?”

Before she could answer, Justin came out, “I’m here, Orion. I’m just getting ready.” The blue jay had on a belt now, with his hunting knife at his waist, a bow and quiver slung over his back.

The one named Orion glanced over at Maureen, Kali’s guest the other birds of the village had been chatting about all morning.

Maureen again blushed and covered herself, but she waved back shyly.

Orion seemed to pay her no mind, though, “Well, you need to move faster, you know how the council hates waiting.”

Justin scoffed, “A bunch of squabbling old featherheads.” He patted Orion’s shoulder.

Orion clacked his beak, “You say that now, but wait until you’re their age.”

The blue jay chuckled, “So I can have a little butt-pecker like you?”

Orion scoffed, “It’s not butt-pecking to show the elders a little respect, Justin.”

Justin just laughed as he pecked Kali on her cheek, “I’ll be back later.”

Kali touched her beak to his, “Be back soon, love.”

With that, the two male birds stepped out leaving Kali and Maureen.

The ladies stood around in silence before Kali looked at Maureen’s belly, “How far are you?”

The pine marten rubbed her belly, “Just a few months.”

The blue jay smiled, “Where is the father?”

Maureen’s mood shifted, “He… He’s with God.”

Kali understood, “Sick? Or in battle?”

Maureen sniffed, “He was murdered.”

The blue jay leaned closer, “By bandits?”

Maureen muttered, “No…” then she walked away, going back into Kali’s room to lie down.

The jay female sighed. She wasn’t going to get anymore out of her guest.

In the room, Maureen lay, rubbing her pregnant belly as she wept.

She heard the tarp move as Kali came in, then felt the blue jay lie down beside her on the quilt.

Kali hugged the jill from behind and rested her narrow black beak in the crook of her neck.

Maureen sniffed as the blue jay tried to comfort her, “Thank you, Kali.” she managed to say.

…

It was past noon when Justin finally returned. He smirked at the sight of his wife asleep with her arms antalya escort around Maureen.

He undressed, then carefully lay beside his wife. He looked at her, then to the marten female in her arms. He leaned forward and he could smell both of their soft feminine scents mixing. He instantly knew his Kali’s earthy tone, but Maureen had a

stronger smell due to her both being a mammal and a mustelid. She had a very pleasant scent. Her breasts were a different sight for a bird like him, having grown in a village where the females had none.

Then, he looked at Kali. She didn’t have breasts, but she was as beautiful as ever. He preened his mate and his soft touch caused her to stir.

Kali awoke, then smiled upon seeing her mate, “Hello…”

Justin pecked his mate as he lowered himself on top of her, “I appear to have a second wife now.” He joked as he referred to Maureen.

Kali giggled, “I saw her first.”

Justin laid down between the females, holding his wife closest.

“What did the council have to say, Justin?” She asked him as she nuzzled her small black beak into his plumage.

He sighed, “It was about our guest. They’re not happy that you’ve brought an outsider to our village, especially one like… Maureen is it?”

Kali cracked a joint in her neck, “She was about to be slaughtered like prey by that wolverine, I had to save her.”

Justin pecked his wife lovingly, “I would have done the same if it were me in your place.” He hooked one arm around to pull her closer, “I’m sworn to protect our village, but I can’t ignore a female in peril.”

Kali smiled as she turned in his embrace to touch her beak to his, “My brave warrior.” She smirked when she felt something poking her, “Your blade is poking me…”

Justin grinned, “Then I must sheathe it.”

…

Later that night, Kali’s indecent squawking once again awoke Maureen. She dreaded opening her eyes lest she see what she knew was going on a mere three feet from where she lay.

Alas, the pine marten gave into temptation and she opened her eyes. Sure enough, there across from her, in the musty dark of the earthen hut, she could make out their outline as Justin thrust against his wife.

No sooner than she had seen them, though, then did Maureen hear Justin’s impassioned release as he ground his hips deep upon his climax.

Even in the darkness, she could make out their forms as the birds separated, then Justin laid on his back, placing himself between his wife and their guest.

Maureen’s sensitive nose picked up the pungent post-coital smells hitting the air as Justin rested.

The smell alone, it was different, yet very familiar, it drug up Maureen’s memories, in the arms of her love. Her precious package in her belly, the strongest evidence of her past before waking up here in this hut, she cradled her unborn.

Sleep mercifully claimed her before she could act on animal urges.

…

The next morning, Maureen awoke; this time she was not alone.

Kali was out; Justin slept where he lay the previous night.

Maureen looked upon him.

In the limited light of the dark earthen hut, she could make out his feathered plumage rising and falling. She wondered how soft his feathers must be to touch, and how strong he must feel beneath. With that thought, came the guilty feeling of coveting the husband of a friend, even if she’d only known Kali for one day and two nights, it felt wrong.

Still, she let her eyes rove over his prone body much as she could. They followed down, and down to… then she blushed when she had seen it.

Justin had not fully resheathed from last night. In the shallow light, she made out its outline, and just two feet away, she could smell it.

Maureen cursed her mammalian nose.

Justin awoke just then. With a snort, the blue jay awoke and promptly pulled himself up to sit on his bedroll as he waited for the rest of him to wake up.

Maureen watched where she lay as he got up.

Justin stretched his feathered wing-arms as he yawned, and he scratched his plumage. One scaly paw strayed down between his legs as the male felt his member start to harden. Without thinking, and perhaps forgetting he had a house guest, the sleepy bird started to stroke it as he got up. He looked to his right, and did not see his wife. He looked to his left, then stopped.

Maureen could feel herself blush from embarrassment. She had almost paid witness to birdy masturbation.

Justin’s eyes shot open a bit wider as he realized what had almost just happened, “Um…”

Maureen squeaked out, “Good morning?”

Justin laughed off the strange circumstance, “It was almost one.”

Maureen couldn’t stop herself, “Kali’s that good is she?”

Justin blinked then laughed again, “Yeah, yeah, she’s my huntress.” He raised a claw to her as he stood, “Excuse me.”

Maureen watched him as he pulled back the tarp, then stepped out. He had a nice ass, she told herself, for a bird.

A moment or two later, she heard Kali, “Justin?”

Then came the squawks, the loud, indecent squawking.

Maureen gave it a moment before she got up. She pulled back the tarp and her cheeks lit with blush as she caught sight of the avian pair.

Kali was bent over in their kitchen/den that made up the rest of their quaint little earthen home.

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Shining rays of late morning sunlight cast a radiant glow onto Melanie’s sleeping form. It was a Sunday, and with no urgent responsibilities before her today, she allowed herself time to wake slowly and luxuriously. She stretched herself out and smiled as she greeted the new day.

She hopped out of bed, still yawning, and stood before a full-length mirror in one corner of her room. Catching her own reflection, she frowned at the knotted tangles in her long dark hair and grabbed her brush to smooth them out. She had long enjoyed an effortless kind of beauty, even without her makeup in these first moments after waking. Although she was of average height, she was slender, toned, and proud of her body.

Her most noticeable features were straining forcefully against her overtaxed pajama top. Her breasts were immense, hanging below her navel and projecting forwards beyond her outstretched elbows. She loved them as a powerful expression of her femininity, despite their occasional burden and the lustful glances from other girls around town. As huge as they were, lately she’d found herself wondering how sexy she might feel with an even larger chest.

Her huge nipples were making themselves known this morning in their own special way, tenting great peaks into the front of her pajama top. Her teats had always been extremely long and very prominent, and she took a moment to marvel in loving admiration as they throbbed and grew in her tight top.

They could get long and hard enough to thrust a protrusion longer than her finger into almost any covering. She’d often wear extra tight tops that showed them off to their fullest, knowing that her teats were quite noticeable even while flaccid. Most of her tops seemed only to emphasize her huge nipples, which she always ensured were well-presented before leaving home.

She thought her nipples to be glorious, the centerpiece of her love for her breasts, and they often featured prominently in her hands and mouth when she demonstrated her affection. She happily promised herself that this Sunday morning would be no exception.

She squirmed for a moment at the rough sensation of her huge teats fighting against her tight top for more room to expand. Her thick nubs were still getting longer, spreading the fabric in her shirt nearly to its limit as they thrust powerfully against the constricting pressure. Her breath caught in her throat, her overextended shirt teetering near its breaking point around her nipples, rendering in her mind a restrained yet gloriously erotic flush that had her feeling especially hot.

She put one hand on her panty-covered mound, feeling its burning heat and briefly considering making this old pajama top the latest to be torn asunder by her powerful nipples. Grinning, she gave her huge right teat a gentle flick through her shirt, biting her lip from the amazing sensation.

Pressing her arms together on either side of her chest, she squeezed slowly inwards and smiled as the gentle pressure caused her breasts to swell and surge outwards in all directions. A sudden short ripping sound alerted her that this gesture had been almost too much for her overstretched top, as several large holes under her arms had torn open to reveal the smooth skin and generous swell of her huge bosom.

She released her chest and extended both arms forward, gently grasping a nipple in each hand through her shirt. She wrapped her fingers around their turgid lengths, then closed her eyes and held perfectly still. She smiled as her massive nipples throbbed urgently in her hands. They expanded insistently against her fingers, swelling ever thicker.

She couldn’t help but chuckle, reveling in her many delightful experiences of being so hugely busty. Her sensitive breasts would have to wait, though, as her next thought was to get to the bathroom before her roommate and enjoy a long shower.

She had been living with Katrina for only two days and was still adjusting to sharing a small apartment with someone else. Originally she intended to find a roommate to assist with the rent and expenses, but never had she expected to meet a girl like Kat.

Before their first meeting, Mel had been digging through her dresser for one of her favorite shirts, hoping it would help her make a good first impression. Tugging it over her shoulders and stretching it tightly around her breasts, she idly wondered if she had grown since she wore it last. Her huge flaccid nipples made extremely large protrusions in the snug fabric, making her beam with pride. After a moment of consideration though, her courage faltered, and she grabbed a large hoodie before strolling out the door.

They met for the first time in a coffee shop near her apartment. Mel sat in a corner booth, wearing her oversized hoodie with the front unzipped, and tried not to draw any attention to herself. She was used to other women around town staring lustfully at her huge breasts, and while it was flattering, and sometimes even desirable, she was hoping to conduct her roommate interview in relative peace.

She konya escort had taken her eyes off the door, glancing down at her shirt to ensure her big soft nipples were still prominently displayed. Staring at her own teats in admiration, she briefly lost track of time until she felt a presence sliding into the booth next to her. It was a girl, tall, slender, and stunningly beautiful, smiling and brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ear. She extended a hand, looking at Mel expectantly.

“Hi! I’m Katrina, but everyone calls me Kat. You must be Melanie. I love your retro shirt!” she gushed, grinning broadly.

Mel glanced down at her own shirt, visible through her open hoodie. It was a simple design celebrating an old cartoon, the artwork nearly unrecognizable as the fabric stretched around her ponderous breasts. She realized at once that her nipples had started to harden, betraying her reaction by tenting obscenely against her shirt.

They extended to nearly their full lengths in record time, casting peaks longer than her palm as they thrust against her tight shirt. The artwork around her throbbing teats became nearly transparent, the fabric quickly stretching near its breaking point, and Mel feared she was about to tear through her shirt in front of this pretty girl.

She hunched over to cover herself, worried that Kat might have seen her obvious arousal, and accidentally dragged both hard nipples against the edge of the table. A mistake, as it left her whimpering softly and grasping for the sides of her open hoodie to wrap it closed around her huge chest. The best she could do was stammer out a reply as she felt her nipples burning.

“H-hi, yes, I’m M-Mel,” she said, blushing as she grasped the outstretched hand of the beautiful creature next to her.

Kat leaned in close, wrapping her arms around Mel’s shoulders and giving her a friendly hug from the side. Their cheeks pressed together and Mel flushed red, feeling her nipples stretching even longer.

Mel felt a strange kinship with Kat, despite having just met her, and lowering her eyes in embarrassment from their sudden embrace, she at once realized why. Her vision was filled by the vast expanse of Kat’s t-shirt, straining against the blonde girl’s impossibly huge chest.

Kat’s enormous breasts completely filled the space between her seat and the booth’s sturdy table. Even that wasn’t nearly enough room, Mel marveled, as Kat’s chest extended far forwards above and below the table, rising upwards to the point where Kat’s chin rubbed deliciously against the tops of her exposed cleavage.

“Hi there, M-Melanie,” Kat smiled, playfully imitating Mel’s nervous stammer and politely ignoring Mel gazing openly at her chest. She was clearly used to the attention, allowing her new acquaintance a long moment to admire her expansive bosom. After a time, she softly cleared her throat and Mel flushed red, realizing she’d been caught staring.

Kat laughed, reaching up and around her massive right breast to ever-so-slowly brush Mel’s long brown hair behind her ear.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but you’re cute when you blush like that,” Kat grinned.

Mel was burning from embarrassment and hunched forward, again banging both of her huge nipples against the table. She bit her lip from the sensation and hoped that Kat didn’t notice.

As she raised her eyes, she was distracted by a curious damp patch in the front of Kat’s massively overstuffed t-shirt. Instinctively she reached for her coffee cup on the table, sliding it away from Kat’s stupendous breasts, and found herself apologizing.

“I’m so sorry Kat! Did I spill some coffee on you?” she frowned.

A flash of concern clouded Kat’s beautiful features and she leaned forward, peering over the great curve of her chest. A moment later, she threw her head back and laughed.

“Oh, it’s just a little breast milk! I guess I hugged you too tightly,” she smiled, seeming not to notice the table squeezing her enormous chest.

Mel was suddenly thankful for the heavy fabric of her hoodie, which helped obscure her hard nipples as they stretched even longer at the mention of Kat’s milk. She could feel the intense heat of Kat’s enormous breasts next to her, even through several layers of their combined clothing.

She didn’t remember much else from that first meeting, having spent most of it staring at the slowly spreading wet spots on Kat’s overstuffed shirt. Kat politely indulged her, carrying most of their conversation, and they found themselves becoming fast friends.

In the two days since Kat moved in, Mel couldn’t help her own curiosity and had taken nearly every opportunity to inquire about her new roommate’s lactation. Kat wasn’t expecting and had no children, but beyond that, she found Kat’s answers to be strangely evasive and non-specific.

There was also the unresolved matter of the quiet rhythmic chanting she heard from Kat’s room for the last two nights. She also wondered about the frame around Kat’s doorway, Chirie Auto Chisinau which lately seemed to be dripping wet with a curious translucent liquid. Despite these mysteries, she was still glad for the company, and she knew her new friend could empathize with the unique challenges of being extremely busty and nearly irresistible to other women around their town.

In the late morning sunlight in her room, Melanie gave one last yawning stretch and gently patted the sides of her huge chest in her old pajama shirt. She resolved to enjoy a long shower before breakfast and paced to her bedroom door, swinging it wide open. She had taken only a few steps into the hallway when she collided with a large, soft mass.

Kat was an early riser and often enjoyed the calm of the dawn hours. She hadn’t yet bothered to make herself decent today, wandering shirtless around their apartment and hoping she might encounter her roommate in just this way.

Mel blinked a few times through her sleepy haze. It took her a few moments to realize that a topless Kat was in front of her, grinning widely as she pressed her colossal nude breasts into Mel’s pajama shirt. Mel knew that Kat’s colossal chest would normally hang below her slender hips, but at this moment she could feel its warm softness rubbing against her knees as it compressed against her.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Kat said cheerfully, not making any effort to cover herself.

Mel froze in place as she finally came to grips with the warm weight covering most of her front. Kat’s breasts were thrusting into her, their incredible masses large enough to envelop most of her own huge chest. The gentle pressure squeezed Kat’s massive chest, the tops of her breasts rising upwards into the space between the two girls.

Kat took a half-step forward, squeezing their chests harder together and sending her breasts surging upwards until her chin was obscured from Mel’s view. Mel then realized with a start that she had been quite literally coming to grips with this situation, releasing her grasp on Kat’s nude breasts after suddenly sensing that she’d been unconsciously kneading them with both hands.

Mel stood in shock, awed by Kat’s incredible breasty prowess and embarrassed for having instinctively grabbed at her. A long moment passed as she hesitated uncomfortably, but Kat continued beaming at her as their huge chests pressed firmly together in the narrow hall.

Mel was still trying to wrap her head around the curious sensation of her roommate’s chest almost completely enveloping her own. No, she wasn’t dreaming; the impossibly huge breasts pressing into her were very hot and very real. In the cool morning air, she felt her nipples stretching inexorably longer, nearing their fully erect glory.

They somehow felt different now, impossibly hard, as if they were cut from granite. She marveled that she’d never felt them straining quite so erect before. With a flush of pride, she was confident that Kat would be able to feel them thrusting into her chest.

She was trying to decide whether to apologize first for groping Kat’s chest or for the rude behavior of her own unruly nipples. Blushing, she glanced down and nervously shook her shoulders. This had the unintended effect of dragging her diamond-hard nipples back and forth across Kat’s enormous naked breasts.

She worried she had stumbled into yet another reason to apologize, but paused when she felt a curious warm sensation at the front of her chest. A moment later the feeling was spreading, and in a fit of confusion she looked down to see that the entire front of her pajama top was soaking wet with a strange warm liquid.

Kat said nothing, still beaming at Mel, seeming not to notice her own nudity nor her roommate’s apparent confusion. She could barely suppress a giggle as she watched a realization slowly dawning on Mel’s face. Mel gasped and put one hand over her mouth.

“I’m so sorry for grabbing you, Kat! I didn’t know it would make you… ah! Sorry!” Mel stammered, mortified, and took a step back.

Kat pretended to notice her own dripping milk for the first time. She reached forward, her arms fully outstretched, and made an elaborate show of trying to cover her spurting nipples. Tiny rivulets of milk almost immediately ran down her hands, betraying her prolific lactation. She wrapped her arms around her incredible bosom and gave Mel a conspiratorial smirk.

“Oops! Sorry Mel, I think I squirted on you a little,” she offered, grinning broadly.

“I’m… ah… I have to take a shower!” Mel said haltingly, then spun around, accidentally kicking aside a small, strangely-colored glass bottle with a cork stopper. She didn’t stay to wonder why Kat was always leaving her weird stuff everywhere, instead dashing into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, her heart racing.

One look in the bathroom mirror confirmed that her shirt was damp, even wet, with what she now knew to be Kat’s hot breast milk. Still shocked, she tugged on her overstretched porno izle shirt, yanking it over her head and tossing it to the ground. She stood in only her panties, pondering at herself, watching her own impressive bosom in the mirror as it heaved with her excited breaths.

Kat was always so warm and open about everything except for the topic exemplified by Mel’s soggy pajama shirt. Why was Kat so evasive about her lactation? Was she embarrassed? Mel couldn’t fathom such a thing, and the thought of her own big breasts producing milk made her nipples harden even further under her gaze.

Her curiosity got the best of her, and she peered over the shelf of her chest down at the soaked mess of her pajama top on the floor. She bent slowly at her waist, her huge naked breasts colliding around her knees in great undulating waves, and grasped an especially damp part of her discarded top. Standing upright once again, she brought the shirt close to her nose and inhaled deeply.

Kat’s hot milk smelled simply divine; an effervescent symphony that filled her lungs and that she somehow felt warming the core of her being. At once she felt herself burning white-hot at her center, involuntarily bringing her knees together as the incredible aroma overtook her.

She felt frozen in place and developed a kind of tunnel vision, seeing little except for the shirt in her hand. She felt her mouth drop open, and increasingly more of her vision fell away as she brought the milky shirt ever closer to her outstretched tongue. She could almost imagine the taste of Kat’s hot milk.

She had nearly touched victory when she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. Who was this slim brunette, flushed red, nearly losing herself over the smell of her roommate’s lactation? She blinked slowly at herself, then looked down at the soaked pajama top in her grasp, frowning as she again tossed it aside. She didn’t notice it land atop a large unlit blood-red candle in a corner of the bathroom.

She stepped over to the shower, turning on the hot water and stripping off her panties in a single practiced movement. Her close encounter with Kat’s milk and colossal breasts had her in a distracted haze that dulled her senses, and she hadn’t noticed until now that the front of her chest was feeling unusually warm. She reached an arm under each of her huge breasts and pressed upwards, tilting them back towards her face.

Her suspicions were soon confirmed: her nipples had fully erected, thrusting prominently from her chest. Right now they seemed positively enormous, stretching out almost half again as long as she’d ever remembered seeing them, nearly to the length of her outstretched hand. She stared at them as they throbbed urgently just a few inches from her face, her mind reeling. How was this possible?

The sound of running water seemed to fade into the background as Mel grasped her big breasts in both hands, realizing suddenly that they had never before felt quite this heavy. The deliciously warm sensation around the front of her chest was still tingling, and as she stared at her incredible nipples she could see them slowly stretching as they extended even longer.

She gasped as an epiphany hit her. The front of her shirt… Kat’s milk! She quickly stepped inside the shower, moving her huge chest directly under the hot water. The unnatural warmth in her chest seemed to fade as if washed away by the shower streams. She furrowed her brow, grasping and hefting her huge chest to inspect it more closely under the rushing water.

It was immediately obvious that her bosom had grown larger. She felt the increased mass of her breasts, and she had no doubts that her big nipples were longer now than she’d ever known them to be. She quickly ruled out more mundane explanations for her growth, instead finding her thoughts drawn back towards her roommate.

She knew that she’d been ogling Kat in the two days since she moved in. Her easy laugh, her beautiful features, her astonishing breasts, her milk! That incredible blonde with the oversized chest was hard to ignore, and Kat’s evasiveness about her breast milk now seemed all the more conspicuous in Mel’s mind. Did Kat know that her milk would have this effect?

As Mel stood pondering under the shower spray, she felt herself heating up even more as she recalled the warm sensation of Kat’s massive chest against her own just minutes earlier. She knew that she needed to attend to herself, and here in the shower was one of her favorite places to do so.

Her arms naturally gravitated towards her huge breasts. She rubbed and stroked them for long idle minutes, turning things over her mind, and found the delicious sensations from her tender flesh to be especially pronounced today. Lost in thought, an errant turn to the side accidentally dragged her hard nipples across the wet tile, reminding her again of the amazing new length of her monstrous teats.

She grasped her left breast with both hands and lifted, focusing on her huge left nipple as it towered into the air above her eye level. She wrapped her hand around it, amazed as its tip thrust gloriously beyond her curled fingers. She’d always enjoyed showing off the incredible size of her huge nipples, but seeing them now longer than ever before had her imagining what Kat had been thinking during their first meeting.

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* Another piece of my latest novel is here! I want to thank everyone for the positive reception of a new theme for me.

This time Alain goes on a home improvement spree, inspiring the Silth girls to do the same. But all does not stay well for a long time.

*

03 – Pod Sweet Home

Alain whistled long at the luxurious interior of the captain’s emergency pod and the size of a large living room a few day later. He had decided to take a look in case there was something useful in there when he was near the pod bays, and even though the pod was the same model, it wasn’t made to hold several people inside like the regular crew pods. Even the officers had to share one pod between three of them. This one was made to serve at most two persons but the facilities were a lot better than what he had in his own pod. ‘Damned class difference.’ he muttered.

He stood at the centre of the pod and pondered whether or not he should. ‘Fuck, just do it.’ he said and activated the pod’s controls at the pilot’s seat next to the entrance hatch. The pod wasn’t piloted like a regular ship or shuttle but it featured small thrusters to manoeuvre it and the seat would look out directly at any target for docking.

The controls displayed a ready status and Alain buckled up, shut the warship’s bay hatch and the pod’s hatch, and released the clamps. a quick burst from the thrusters pushed him away from the bay.

He kept the bursts short as he steered the pod from close to the rear of the warship to his crew pod because he didn’t have much experience flying and took things slow in case he made a mistake.

On his way along a safe distance from the side of the Walkurea, soft static sounded from his communicator. ‘Is you in pod?’ Asitha asked.

‘Yes, it’s me.’ Alain said and hoped she understood him well enough without the help of a language device. ‘Visit me later, I’ll show you.’

‘We come later.’ Asitha said and Alain felt some excitement to have them come by again to see what he did with it.

When he was close to his crew pod he took a few deep breaths to prepare for the most difficult part. In the most delicate way he could muster, he aimed the emergency pod’s entrance towards the docking hatch of his crew pod and moved it closer slowly. He held his breath when both docking rings were just a hand’s breadth apart and hoped the moorings could withstand the shock.

The clunk at contact resonated through the pod with the minor shock at stopping. The hammer sounds from the clamps engaging followed and Alain dared to exhale. The controls were green and he stepped out of the pilot’s seat, equalised the two pod’s atmospheres, and opened the hatches of both pods.

The environmental controls of the crew pod were still green and he went out the airlock to check on the pod’s anchors.

His relief was complete when they were fine and he went underneath the emergency pod, extended the struts with the manual controls towards the Walkurea’s hull, and bolted the feet to the hull with brackets and a nail gun powerful enough to penetrated the steel plating.

He stepped back after he was done to admire the new extension to his home. ‘Home, sweeter home.’ he said, wondering if an extension larger than the original could still be called an extension.

Back inside and out of his suit, he looked over the emergency equipment and supplies and left them as they were because they weren’t in the way, and they were necessary in an emergency in any case. The kitchen corner was fully functional and when he pulled down the wall bed he laid down on his back with his arms spread to enjoy the large size and the glee at no longer sleeping in a cramped space from that moment on.

Asitha’s voice sounded from his communicator and he stood up quickly to answer her. ‘I’m here.’ he said.

‘We can come?’

‘Yes. I’ll be waiting.’ he said and looked around for anything embarrassing they might see, even though he told himself this wasn’t like his small apartment back home and he’d already acted like a fool in front of them during their first visit.

***

‘So much space.’ Tiness said when she entered the pod first and gazed upon the empty space at the centre.

‘My guess is they didn’t place any furniture in here to keep the space clear for multiple purposes.’ Alain said. ‘I can imagine when the crew needs to bail and end up on some planet, they need a common space for the officers to meet.’

Tiness nodded. ‘What are you going to do with it?’

‘Move in here, of course.’ he said and thought about what he could get in here. ‘I’m sure I can find a good couch and a table, and it’s trivial to set up a large screen to watch movies on. It’ll be like a real home then.’

‘So lucky.’ Asitha said and Alain thought her pout and ears turned backwards looked cute.

‘Why not see if there’s a pod on the Amaroth that you can use in the same manner? A captain’s pod as well?’

‘Yes, we should!’ Tiness said.

Asitha looked at the pleading in her expression and knew she couldn’t use regulations konya escort as an excuse to not try the same thing with their pod. More space for themselves was something she wished for as well. ‘We’ll take a look after our next shift.’ she said and Tiness smiled. ‘We’ll eat and sleep now, then we can start early.’

‘Great!’ Tiness said and Alain chuckled at the happy expression on her face.

***

Tiness looked at the map displayed on her arm screen. ‘These should be the ones for the officers.’

Asitha shone her light down the corridor and the row of access hatches to the emergency pods. ‘Might as well start at the captain’s one since that is likely the most comfortable one.’

They moved along the corridor and stopped at the hatch with the captain’s symbol on it, a circle with a single vertical line dividing it. Asitha unlocked it and they shone their lights inside. ‘This looks nice.’ said Tiness at the light grey and roomy interior and they went inside.

‘I’m definitely going to try the shower first.’ said Asitha when she looked inside the extra large shower at one side. ‘This thing is almost as big as our pod.’

Tiness chuckled and examined the contents of the compartments in the back. ‘Only a simple kitchen here. Nothing like the one in Alain’s pod.’

Asitha shone her light along the seats and table at the side. ‘Still, a lot more space than what we have now. I think we’ll take this if you agree.’

‘Definitely. I can’t wait to stretch my tail in comfort.’

Asitha shone her light around. ‘I think there’s just one problem.’

***

‘You can’t fly the pod.’ said Alain when he was curious to hear if the girls had found a usable pod and contacted them.

‘It has no controls like yours.’ said Asitha. ‘Looks like we stuck with our small home unless we can think how to move it.’

Alain pondered a way to move the pod and thought he remembered something that could be the solution. ‘Wait there. Maybe I know a way but I have to make sure first.’

‘Yes?’ said Asitha.

***

Asitha and Tiness kept themselves busy with exploring the other pods and collecting any rations that had been forgotten when the Amaroth had been abandoned. Tiness floated towards the back of the captain’s pod to look outside when Alain called in. ‘Are you still there?’

‘Yes. We still here.’ said Asitha.

‘Good. Prepare to release the pod.’

‘Release?’ asked Asitha. ‘Why?’

Tiness’s eyes grew large when she saw the cargo picker heading towards them. ‘Asitha! Look!’

Asitha floated over to the window. ‘Alain!?’

Alain chuckled. ‘Surprise!’

‘But, you not allowed on ship!’

Alain steered the vessel that was used for transporting cargo containers at space ports towards the Silth pod. ‘And I am not coming on board, am I? I just happen to give a hand to someone who does the same job I do while out here in space.’

Tiness chuckled. ‘Where you get this vessel?’

‘I thought I saw it when I went through one of the ship’s cargo bays a while ago and I was right. Luckily it was in working condition because it’d been smashed into the racks during the crash.’ He patted the console in front of him. ‘Good thing it’s a sturdy one.’

He slowed down near the pod and used the extended clamps on two arms to grip the pod’s hull. ‘I’ve got a hold of the pod, you can release it now.’

Asitha punched the manual commands on the control pad in the corridor and the clamps released their hold of the pod’s hatch and supporting struts. Tiness gave a positive signal when she saw the pod was free to go. ‘Pod is free. You can pull back.’ Asitha said.

Alain fired the thrusters of the cargo picker and pulled the pod away from its bay while Asitha and Tiness observed it from a window in the corridor. ‘Guide me at your crew pod.’ he said.

‘We going there now.’ Asitha said and hurried with Tiness to their pod.

Alain was near the pod when the girls arrived and they took positions on either side of their crew pod to keep an eye on the docking. Asitha guided him to align the hatches and activated the clamps when both pods connected. ‘Very good.’ Asitha said. ‘You can let go now.’

‘All right.’ Alain said and released the clamps from the pod, and pulled back.

Asitha and Tiness braced the new pod with several extendable struts and welded them to the hull of the Amaroth and the pod itself.

By the time they were done Alain had showed up to check on their progress. ‘How is it?’ he asked.

Asitha rolled up the hose on the welder. ‘We just finished. Pod is secure.’

‘All is good inside.’ said Tiness from inside the pod. ‘Atmosphere good and no problem with power connections.’

Alain smiled. ‘That’s good. I hope you’ll get as much enjoyment from the extra space as I will.’

Tiness looked at the comparatively spacious interior. ‘Will you have drink with us?’ she said and tensed her tail at the sudden boldness she’d never felt before.

‘If it’s okay, I’d love to.’ he said and felt alanya escort as if he’d been invited for the first time to a girl’s place and not specifically a Silth dwelling.’

‘We want to thank you for help.’ Asitha said. ‘This means much to us.’

‘Let me freshen up first.’ Alain said. ‘I’ll be back in a short while.’

***

Although there was no point to it, Alain knocked on the outer airlock door of the Silth pod before Tiness gestured she’d open the hatch from inside. He went in, waited for the atmosphere cycle, and stepped with slight hesitation and hot feeling into Silth territory. ‘I kind of feel we do something historical here but we can’t let anyone know.’ he said after he took off his helmet.

Tiness chuckled. ‘Maybe we’ll be famous when we’re old and our worlds are truly at peace.’

He reached into his pack and pulled out several small containers and a bottle of greenish liquor popular in the tropics. ‘I brought some snacks and something else to try, to celebrate both our expanded homes.’

‘Thank you!’ said Tiness and took them from him. ‘We prepared a few things but they’re probably too bland compared to what you’re used to.’

Alain hung his suit in a free locker. ‘Don’t worry about that. I’m still curious to find out what kinds of food you eat.’

He followed Tiness through the regular crew pod and into the new one where Asitha set the table at the side with plates of snacks, bottles, and cups. She smiled at him. ‘Have a seat.’

The plates were filled with bland coloured and smelling cubes. Most were greyish-brown with a shredded meat structure, others had darker red and green splotches. Tiness brought napkins and she and Asitha sat down and poured drinks. Asitha leaned a little forward. ‘It’s not much but it’s the best we can offer as thanks for helping us get this pod.’

He gazed at both girls and was happy to have made contact with the Silth. ‘It was my pleasure to help out and I’m glad both you and me have increased our comfort on this wreckage floating in space.’ he said and lifted his cup. ‘Let’s forget about what’s out there for a while and celebrate what we gained today.’

‘Agreed!’ said Tiness and drank.

Asitha pointed at the plates. ‘These and these are products made from fish and other sea creatures, and these are from various animals that are our main food source. If there’s nothing you like I won’t blame you.’ she chuckled. ‘Especially after we tasted your food.’

Alain chuckled. ‘I can’t diss it before I try it.’ he said and took one of the cubes that had two grey-brown layers, smelled it, then put it in his mouth.

Asitha and Tiness watched him chew slowly. He nodded. ‘It reminds me of what’s called tuna flavoured in my world. The taste is faint but it’s there so it’s not bad.’

The girls’ ears sagged slightly in relief. ‘I’m glad you didn’t start with finding it disgusting.’ Tiness said.

He chuckled again. ‘There’s still a chance I will spit like a volcano and keel over from the taste of the others, so keep the bottles open so I can flush away the taste.’

Tiness giggled. ‘Lucky we have enough to drink then.’

After having tasted everything, Alain pondered ways to improve the taste of the Silth food. ‘You just heat it straight from the container?’

Tiness nodded. ‘Not much else we can do with it.’

‘Mind if I take a few with me to try things? I’ll bring some of the food I have so you can try that.’

Tiness’s ears pricked up. ‘sure! We’d love to try out more human food.’

Alain chuckled. ‘All right.’ he said and chewed on a pork-chicken flavoured cube. ‘I’m going to take one of the cooking units from a nearby mess hall and install it in my pod so I can cook the supplies that were left. How about coming over later when I’ve settled in?’

Tiness looked at Asitha. ‘We’d like that.’ Asitha said. ‘Maybe we can install some of the equipment from the Amaroth in here and do the same.’

‘Oh, then we can exchange meals.’ said Alain. ‘There’s a thing we call spaghetti and it’s a great base for a fulfilling meal.’

***

Alain went back to his pod after all three of them had had their fill of drinking and snacking with a large bag of various Silth food. He through about what he could do with it and when his mind turned to salads he pondered reviving one or two of the local greenhouses to both get a natural quality from the air purifier, and to grow fresh vegetables. The greenhouses were mostly automated and that gave him enough confidence to be able to do it. He resolved to look into it right after installing the cooker in his pod.

***

Tiness sighed with flattened ears and leaned back in the soft fabric of the curved couch Alain had confiscated from an officer’s suite. He had invited the girls over to see what he’d done to the pod and try out his cooking, and what he’d done with the Silth food. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asked as he brought out snacks.

‘We can’t install a cooker in our pod.’ said Asitha. ‘The equipment in the central rent a car chisinau mess hall isn’t modular so we can’t take a unit out.’

‘Hmm, no other places to find them?’

Asitha shook her head. ‘There’s only the single mess hall on the ship.’

‘And our equipment isn’t compatible with your power sources so it’s no use installing one from the Walkurea.’

Alain sat down on one end of the couch. ‘No other equipment to cook with?’

‘No. Not even the portables that squads use out in the field.’

Alain sipped his drink in thought. ‘Guess you’ll just have to use the kitchen here.’

The girls turned their heads towards him at once. ‘Here!?’

He cocked his head. ‘Why not? I have no problems with you coming over and I wanted to invite you more often anyway.’ he said and grinned a little. ‘If you, in exchange, leave some for me then I’d be fine with it.’

Tiness laughed out loud. ‘You really are not the kind of human I expected you to be.’

He smiled proudly. ‘Good, because I don’t like to be what’s usually expected.’

Asitha giggled. ‘Then we’ll take you up on your offer. Just don’t complain that our cooking’s bad.’

He stuck out his hand. ‘Deal. I won’t complain, I’ll only voice opinions and suggestions.’

Asitha shook his hand and he realised it was the first time they actually touched each other. He liked the softness of the thin layer of fur of her hand. ‘For now I’ll present you with a few ideas for Silth food. I’ll start on it after a drink though, I just hooked up the screen and set up the sound system.’

‘Screen and sound system?’ asked Tiness.

Alain fished a remote from the side pocket of the couch and pushed the power button. A large screen rolled down close to the opposite wall and a media menu appeared. He selected a classic movie and it began. ‘I love good movies so when I noticed this screen and a projector lying in a storage closet I just had to take it with me. The sound system I built from spare parts.’ He retracted the screen, began playing his music collection on random, and finished his drink. ‘I’ll begin cooking. I feel hunger coming up.’

Tiness sat up straight. ‘Can I watch? I’d like to see what you’re doing with our food.’

‘Sure. Give me a hand at the same time.’

She moved up next to him in the kitchen, then looked at her hands. ‘Oh, is it okay though? Our hands are covered in fur, unlike yours.’

He looked at the slender fingers and her hands that had fur on top but none on the inside. ‘Do you usually do anything before you prepare food?’

She looked at him. ‘We brush our hands or rub them with water if we have no brush.’

‘No problem then.’

‘You’re not disgusted by hair in your food?’

He chuckled. ‘Of course I don’t like hair in my food, don’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then I won’t have to worry if what you do before preparing food prevents what you don’t like yourself, right?’

‘Right!’ she said and rinsed her hands thoroughly under the kitchen faucet.

Alain noticed her large and fluffy tail swaying and smiled. “Cute.” he thought, and wondered what it felt like before he turned his attention back to the counter and the containers of Silth and human food he had chosen for the meal.

He looked back towards Asitha. ‘Asitha, if you like to, have a look through my media collection. I don’t have any Silth media but maybe there’s something you like.’

She turned towards him. ‘Then I will. The kitchen’s too small for the three of us to cook anyway.’ she said and took the remote from the armrest.

Sounds of various movie scenes and rattling and clicking from the kitchen filled the pod and it reminded Alain of his young years at his home when his parents cooked together and he searched for something to watch while they’d eat. He chuckled and Tiness looked up puzzled from dicing the fish and meat. ‘Did I do something wrong?’

He gave her a warm smile. ‘No, it’s just that this reminds me of when I was young and I never imagined I would relive these moments in my own home. Yet here it happened and even in the company of two Silth.’

She chuckled. ‘It must be very weird for you.’

He mixed spices and herbs in a small bowl. ‘It’s very comforting, actually, and it doesn’t matter whether you’re Silth or human, I can say for certain it’s fun to have you two over.’

Tiness smiled. ‘It is fun indeed to spend some time together, although it’s still a little strange to be with a human.’ She looked up at him at once. ‘I don’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just that we’re not used to meeting other species.’

Alain chuckled. ‘I know what you mean. I read that your society is pretty closed and most of your kind never met an alien. Humans mingle much easier in that regard.’

She nodded. ‘I’m sure we’ll adjust quickly around you. You’re really nice.’

He chuckled. ‘Thanks.’ he said and looked at Asitha’s concentration as she went over the media list with the help of the translation tablet. ‘I think Asitha is well on her way to get used to human things.’

Tiness giggled. ‘Seems so.’

***

Asitha looked at all the food placed on the low table before her. ‘This all looks very good.’ she said and sniffed the air. ‘And it smells great.’

Alain smiled. ‘Dig in then, Tiness had to suffer enough just watching the food and not tasting it.’

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My species call ourselves the Zenith. We look exactly like earth humans, but we are different. We are spread across thousands of planets in what the humans call the Andromeda Galaxy. There are billions upon billions of us. Until recently, the five thousand planets and the nine hundred billion Zenith men, women and younglings inhabiting them were all citizens of the Empire. The Crown Emperor and his family ruled over us, and the Emperor’s will was enforced by the Imperial Army, better known chirie auto chisinau as the Legion. I was a Captain within the Legion. For the first few decades of my life, I served the Empire faithfully. One day, Prince Ander, the younger brother of Crown Emperor Markhos left the throne world of Zen, ancestral and nearly mythical birthplace of all the Zenith people, and declared war on the Crown. He rallied thousands of worlds to his cause, and the Empire was plagued by Civil War.

The Zenith people were at war with one another for the first time in centuries. It was brother against brother, friend against friend. My older brother Harok sided with Prince Ander, and I faithfully followed the Crown Emperor into battle against the enemy forces, which included my brother. The war lasted many years, but in the end, the Empire prevailed. Prince Ander was captured, and the Crown Emperor declared victory. The war was basically over. My brother had risen to the rank of General among the enemy forces. He escaped from custody with about eighteen hundreds of his followers via an experimental machine called the Trans-Galactic Teleportation Device or T.S.D. They escaped from our Universe of Woll, better known as the Andromeda Galaxy, into the Milky Way Galaxy. They came to the planet Earth, the Abode of Man. There, among a species which looked exactly like ours, they made their new home.

I followed the Escapees into the Trans-Galactic Teleportation Device, and found myself on the planet Earth, same as them. That was in the summer of 1990. Twenty three years later, I am still looking for them. They’ve blended in porno among the human populace and adapted quite well to conditions on the planet earth. I didn’t realize how much living on the planet Earth would affect me. You see, this place changes us, both physiologically and mentally. Something within the Earth’s bio-dome basically prevents us from aging the moment we arrived. Also, our strength and speed are increased by a factor of ten. Superhuman strength and speed, along with immunity to the effects of disease and aging, those are the blessings granted to those of my species by the planet Earth.

Yeah, my kind are nigh-invincible down here, and my brother Harok is leading them. There are over a thousand of them, and they’re armed to the teeth. They’ve got weapons technology that the planet Earth simply isn’t ready for. Like Cryogenic chambers, Rings of Intangibility, Cloaks of Invisibility and other devices which ordinary humans relegate to the realm of science fiction. With technology like this, they can rule the world. I will find my erstwhile brethren and I will destroy them. It’s my sworn duty as a soldier in the Legion of His Majesty the Crown Emperor Markhos, Lord of Zen, Birthplace of all Zenith folk. Harok and his followers call themselves the Brotherhood, and they’re actively making things worse for humans. You see, my species looks exactly like you humans, but we hail from a much warmer climate. They are behind the global warming crisis affecting different parts of the planet Earth. They’re using Zenith technology to make it worse. They’re effectively terraforming the planet Earth to transform it into porno izle something suitable for themselves. They’re making it more like the planet Zen, the birthplace of our people.

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Now, the Brotherhood is that much more dangerous. With a spaceship, they can be powerful enough to conquer the planet Earth. I’m all alone against them. I know I don’t stand a chance. Still, I’ve got to try. I cannot let them do to the planet Earth what they did to thousands of worlds across another Universe. This madness of theirs ends here, I swear it, even if it means the end of me. I know where they’re gathered and I’m going after them. In case I don’t make it, I have made numerous recordings, of myself, the power I have, and the technology I possess. I’ve arranged for it to be sent to CNN and Fox News, along with other news outlets. I’ve also arranged for samples of my blood to go to some scientist friends of mine at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Oxford University and other reputed schools. I want the truth exposed, so that Earth humans might have a fighting chance, even if I die. Wish me luck.

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Edited: 6/13/2020. However, it is still self-edited.

Author’s note: This story may not be super original, but my intention was to create a badass female character who is likeable (both to a male and female audience). Please feel free to give me your opinions.

Note to my readers from the other series: This is not a part of ‘When Angels Cum’ nor is a side-project (though it could be). Currently, it is a one-shot I wrote to satisfy an itch.

Obligatory Warning: 1. Only one true sex scene. This is more of an adventure, survival story.

2. This story is a little darker than my usual writing, but I don’t suppose it’s too dark (or dark enough for people who enjoy that category.)

Genres: Adventure, Action, Survival, Romance, Transmigration, and Prehistoric creatures.

Blondie and Red

The piercing cry of an eagle woke her up from a deep slumber. On opening her eyes, she found herself staring into a vast, mint-green sky peppered with solitary, white, puffy clouds. High up in the sky were two large birds, circling as if they were contemplating to swoop down and have a go at her body.

A splitting headache hit her, and she sat up clutching her forehead. The birds in the sky let out shrill cries and soared away to find new prey.

Still holding her head, she glanced around to find herself in the middle of an endless cyan grassland. She felt the soft yet slightly prickly grass against her naked butt. A sudden swirling draft of air swept aside the hair against her back, sending a chill across her body.

“Where- Who am I?” she asked out loud. She could remember nothing, except language. Her mind was a strange and frustrating emptiness that wanted to be filled with something– anything.

Folding her legs, she sat up straight and looked at her hands. Pale, golden-white, hairless skin; long fingers with beautiful, flawless nails; and slim hands. Her chest felt heavy, and she glanced down to find the reason. Two large curvaceous lumps, shaped perfectly like tear drops, hung from her chest. Breasts, the word came to her mind, intuitively.

She ran her fingers along the naked skin of her chest, breasts, and nipples, sending tingling sensations across her body, before cupping the bottom of her breasts.

They felt nice.

She squeezed them before lightly pinching her nipples. A light groan escaped her lips. It felt good, but she chose to not pursue it further.

There were more important matters to attend to; like the strange itch in her back. She reached behind to feel it, but felt nothing unusual, except for the smooth skin, and the juts of her scapulae.

She once again glanced around. She was completely naked in a boundless, open space, and she felt a little vulnerable. She had to move.

But, how do I move?

A small lizard scurried over the grass on all fours, chasing some insect. She decided to imitate the little critter.

Placing her hands on the grass, she stood on her feet, raising her butt in the air, while keeping her head down. Her breasts lolled and sagged under their weight, and her long hair slid down the side of her shoulder, hanging against the side of her cheek.

No, this is not it.

There was no way her breasts were made for that sort of posture. Besides, the breeze against her naked and spread butt cheeks made her feel defenseless. To cover them and the region between them, she instinctively pushed her hands against the ground and stood up on two feet.

This is right.

The new vantage point of her eyes made her feel tall and powerful. Her long, voluminous mass of hair was now hanging in her front, almost reaching her knees. She picked up a lock and felt it in her fingers. It was smooth, fluffy, and a beautiful, golden yellow that shone under the light of the sun resting at a sixty-degree angle from the horizon to the east.

There were two other silvery objects visible in the green sky, though they weren’t as bright as the sun. One was a thin crescent while the other was full, but she could somehow tell that they were similar in size.

She took in her surroundings from her new posture. She was in the middle of a vast grassland that seemed to stretch endlessly to the east. A row of white capped mountains lay to the west, and a winding river came from the mountains and cut across the land to the south. Beyond the river was a thick jungle of dark green.

Where do I go?

It was a conundrum. She knew that the mountains were too high for her to climb. The grassland seemed the easiest to traverse, but for all she knew, it could be endless. It could take her days or weeks to travel across it, and she couldn’t guess what lay beyond. The jungle did not feel safe either.

However, it was the dryness in her mouth that made her decision for her. Water. She needed water.

She threw her hair behind over her shoulder and began to walk towards the river. izmir escort Her hair felt heavy against her head, but it covered her butt and provided warmth against the cool breeze against her back.

Walking– it felt right but somehow inadequate at the same time. She felt she could do more, but she didn’t know what or how.

She trudged through the flat grassland for an hour before she began to hear the flow of water. The only moving life she ran into were small rodents, lizards, and insects, scurrying in the grass in search of food.

Fifteen minutes later, she reached the river. At forty or fifty feet at its widest, it wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small enough to walk across. She knew she had to swim to cross it.

Can I swim?

She decided to satiate her thirst before working it out. Her lips, mouth, and throat were parched, and there was an emptiness in her stomach that she knew she had to fill.

She carefully climbed down the steep, muddy bank, her feet sinking in the clay, to reach the water. Without hesitation, she fell to her knees, cupped her hands and began to take great gulps of the quenching liquid. She only stopped when her stomach felt full, and her thirst was satiated.

She got back up on her feet and glanced at her reflection in the water. Her image flickered under the ripples, but the flow wasn’t fast enough to blur it completely.

Even without any memories, she could tell that she was beautiful. She felt arrogant to think about herself that way, but she couldn’t help but want to look at her own features as she twirled her locks under a finger and stared into the water.

She was slim, lean, and tall; her curly smooth locks cascading behind her back like a mantle. She was leggy, with her legs almost twice as tall as her torso. Her waist was narrow and almost seemed pinched below her large but befitting breasts. Her stomach was long, smooth, and taut with two symmetrical lines defining her musculature. A small but deep navel was visible right in the middle of her stomach, high above the light tuft of golden hair that hid the slit between her legs.

Her face held a sort of surreal beauty, perfect but not plastic. A lightly oval face, with gentle curves and a sharp chin, held large emotive aquamarine eyes, long fluttering lashes, and gently rising eyebrows. Her reddish-pink, cupid’s bow lips were full and luscious, while her nose was small and graceful.

“Tehe,” she giggled, her pretty lips widening as she looked at herself.

Oh, look! Somebody is full of herself, she heard the words in her head, but she had a feeling that they were not her own. A memory?

A sudden clicking noise made her jump out of her reverie. Turning around, she found herself facing a large, chicken-like creature.

Cluck Cluck Gooo, it cooed, while she admired its colorful plumage: shimmering, blue feathers; and a long, maroon tail. A golden crest stood tall on its forehead, and it looked at her with red, beady eyes.

She thought it was a pretty bird, until it opened its beak and displayed rows of sharp, jagged teeth.

She stepped back into the water in fear, and it lunged at her throat. Her hand shot up faster than she could think and grabbed the creature by the neck, before it could get to her jugular. The bird clawed at her hand and drew blood, but she held her grip and slammed it headfirst into a nearby boulder.

She bruised her knuckles on the stone, but the bird still struggled. So, she repeated.

She had to smash its head three times, before it stopped moving. Blood and gore marred the rock’s surface, and the smell of iron permeated the air. Nausea struck her as she looked at her bloody hand, and she wanted to sit down. However, something urged her to get away from there.

Though she did not know if she could swim, she dove into the river without hesitation. Her hands and legs moved on instinct, and she swam across the river.

Even as she swam, she could hear the patter of feet reaching the bank behind her.

On reaching the opposite side, she turned around to look. A flock of humongous, chicken-like creatures had swarmed the place where she had been standing. One glance at them made her realize that the one she had faced had only been a chick. The adults were taller than her and much heavier. They clucked at her and displayed their nasty teeth, but otherwise seemed to have no desire to cross the river.

They continued clucking for a minute before losing interest in her. They drank some water and proceeded to consume the dead chick, as she watched them with horror and disgust. By the time they were done, there was nothing left of the younger bird except its feathers. The creatures did not linger any longer and disappeared back into the grasslands.

A shiver ran across her body as she heaved herself onto the bank. She couldn’t tell if it was due to fear or because of the chilly breezy. Her wet hair felt heavy from being drenched, and samsun escort she gathered it up to wring the water out, while gazing at her surroundings. Shrubbery and broad-leaved trees were all she could see along her side of the bank. She loathed to think of what she might find inside the forest.

Her hand finally began smarting. The water had washed away the blood, but there was no getting rid of the scratches on her arm and the bruises on her knuckles which were finally beginning to turn a little purple. She climbed up the levy and lay down on the grass to dry. She didn’t want to explore while wet, and she had no idea of what she was exploring for.

Food and shelter, I guess.

If she needed to drink and if she could get hurt, those were the two other things she would need– there was plenty of water in front of her.

Once she dried, she began walking south along the bank. She ran into numerous birds and other smaller creatures, most of which seemed unfamiliar, but none seemed dangerous like the chicken.

Along the way, she picked up a flat stone, with a sharp, jagged edge.

A weapon.

An hour later, she came across a fruit-bearing tree. The fruits were about the size of her hand. They were pink, cylindrical, and slightly prickly, but otherwise looked edible.

Looking up the wide, evergreen tree, she found that even the lowest hanging fruits were out of her reach. However, some of the branches were within her reach, and she felt she could climb it. She bunched up her hair and twisted it into a bun over her head, before putting her stone hand-axe through it. Her bun ended up being so big that it felt like another head over her head.

She jumped and caught a branch. Her breasts jiggled uncomfortably and scraped against the branch as she pulled herself up and over it. She stood over the branch and plucked a fruit that she could reach.

Crouching over her branch, she carefully peeled the fruit before splitting it in two, just to take a look at its insides.

The flesh of the fruit was white with thousands of tiny black seeds. It looked edible and that was good enough for her.

She bit into it and savored its slightly sweet and fatty flavor. It was good. She ate five more before she was satisfied. She hadn’t even realized her own hunger.

Tiredness from walking the whole morning finally hit her, and she began to feel a little drowsy.

The tree canopy was thick enough to hide her body while she slept, so she decided she might as well take a nap on it before continuing her journey. She picked a good spot with a couple of adjacent branches to lean against for support. She climbed to the lower branch and leaned against the tree trunk, before wrapping her arm around the other. Laying her head against the branch and the shoulder of her hand, she slowly fell asleep.

***

She awoke to the noise of something tumbling out of the forest.

Peering through the leaves, she saw a smooth-skinned creature like herself scrambling towards the bank. He was as naked as her and looked similar to herself, but one glance told her that he was also different– he had something hanging from his groin that she did not have, and his chest was flat. His shoulder length hair was also red– a pure, brilliant, red. The only piece of clothing he wore were blue fern leaves wrapped around his feet.

A makeshift wooden bow was strapped to his wide muscular chest. He held a makeshift spear in one hand and two wooden arrows in the other. He glanced across the river and hesitated for a moment. Turning around, he planted the spear into the ground and pulled the bow off his chest.

She tensed on her perch but quickly realized that it wasn’t for her. He knocked an arrow to the bow and pulled it taut, pointing it towards the forest. She heard something heavy and big rushing through the forest and within a moment it was out in the open.

As soon as it was out, he let the arrow loose and it zipped towards the massive creature that looked like a cross between a gigantic polar bear and a saber-tooth. Long, brown fur matted its skin and two saber teeth jutted down from its upper jaw that was shaped like a bear’s.

The arrow sank into its shoulder, but it only made the creature madder. It reared itself on its hind legs and gave out an ear-splitting roar that sent birds fluttering over the surrounding forest.

She trembled, and she looked at him to see his reaction. He seemed to know that he faced almost certain doom, but there was no fear on his face; only conviction to fight. He knocked his other arrow and let it loose. It sank into the bear-tiger’s nose as it rushed towards him in rage.

He chucked his bow aside and picked up his flimsy spear. Digging his feet into the ground he held the spear towards the creature. It didn’t seem to care for the stick as it charged into him. With a mighty grunt, he shoved the spear into its heart.

She heard the snap of wood konya escort as the bear fell on him, and something snapped inside her at the same moment. With a cat-like grace, she ran along the branch and jumped towards them, drawing the hand-axe out of her hair as she fell. Her hair opened and spread behind her like a great fan. Clutching the hand-axe with both hands she put her weight behind it.

Instinct and luck guided the weapon towards the bear-tiger’s skull, and her weight drove the stone into its head. He, the bear-tiger, and she, all fell on top of one another, and lay unmoving for a moment.

She was the first one to move, as she was the only one that could move– the furry back of the bear-tiger had softened her fall. Raising her head, she found herself once more staring into her hands covered in blood and gore.

Her stomach lurched, and she scrambled off the bear before falling to her knees and throwing up the fruit she had eaten before. She heard a noise behind her, and she fell on her butt, scrambling away from the bear-tiger, only to realize that the sound was coming from underneath it.

He is alive! She rejoiced. She rushed to bear-tiger and tried moving it off him, but despite her heaves and pushes, the creature proved to be way too heavy for her.

His movements under the animal turned more desperate.

Grabbing the clawed arm of the bear-tiger, she heaved it up with all her might. He squirmed underneath the creature and managed to wiggle his head out, gasping for large gulps of air. Finally, he glanced back and spotted his savior. Confusion filled his eyes for a moment, before he began to immerse himself in trying to get out.

He squirmed and wiggled until he managed to get his shoulders out. She went to him and grabbed him under his arms to try and pull him out. Their combined efforts paid off as he finally broke free and the two of them fell back against each other; his head between her breasts. She felt a strange emotion surge inside her, but she pushed it aside and scrambled away from him, before standing up. She was kind, but not dumb.

He seemed to notice her wariness. Glancing at the bear-tiger and the stone in its head, he seemed to deduce what may have happened. “Thank you! Who are you?” he asked with a smile, without getting up, lest he may startle her. His eyes roamed down to her breasts and then to her groin. “What are you?”

Her wariness was swept away with those simple questions. “I- I don’t know. Who are you, and what are you?” she asked back.

He seemed quite interested in her breasts and she noticed the thing between his legs grew as he looked at her.

“Wait, you can speak?” he asked in surprise, his eyes returning to her face.

“So can you,” she said, a little annoyed with the question.

“Right, I am sorry. You look so different than I that I thought you were an entirely different creature. As for your other questions, I don’t know who I am or what I am, either. I woke up a couple of days ago, naked in the grasslands.

“Had to run away from a flock of Terror Birds. I don’t know if you’ve seen them. They’re nasty. I would’ve been dead, had I not reached the river in time. They seem to be afraid of water,” he said, as his eyes seemed to go down the memory lane. His speech got quicker as he spoke and his thing shrunk back to his original size.

She relaxed a little more after hearing him speak. His words made her comfortable. Observing his features, she felt that he may be a little younger than her. And, despite witnessing his mettle against the bear-tiger, he felt harmless. She liked him.

“What about you?” he asked her.

“I woke up this morning. I don’t remember or know anything. I do seem to possess some basic knowledge for survival. And yes, I narrowly escaped those birds as well, but not before being attacked by one of their chicks,” she said, displaying her wounded hand.

“Nasty buggers,” he cursed, shaking his head. “I am glad you made it out alive, and I am glad to finally find someone like myself. It’s been a struggle over the past two days. One creature after another trying to get a piece of me. I was only trying to find some shelter, and this damned Ursa decided to come after my pretty ass,” he said, picking up a pebble and chucking at the downed ursa’s head.

She smiled at him. If she had not seen him fight against the tiger-bear, she wouldn’t have believed that he had ever been in mortal danger. In fact, despite the ordeal he claimed to have gone through, there was not a single scratch on his body. “So, they are called Ursa and Terror Bird, eh? You seem to know more about the world than I do. Have you retained some of your memories?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “I just give them names that sound appropriate. Do you have a name?”

She thought long and hard, but nothing came to her mind. So, she simply shook her head.

“Blondie!” he declared.

“Huh?”

He pointed at her hair. “It’s beautiful!”

Her smile widened. She liked the sound of it, and it seemed to fit her. Moreover, watching him stare at her breasts made her thankful that he hadn’t chosen to call her Boobie or Tittie. She was sure that he found them just as attractive. “Do you have a name for yourself?”

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Bree stormed into her apartment, tears dried to her face. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breathe from running up the stairs, and from crying in the car. She wiped her eyes, and tried to calm herself. It wasn’t easy. What a day she’d had. Moral of the story, don’t open mysterious packages that appear on your doorstep if you haven’t ordered them.

Throwing her belongings to the side, Bree walked in the huff to her bedroom, tearing off different parts of her clothing as she did. She breathed a sigh of relief as her chest was freed on her constricting shirt. Bree’s breasts were just shy of the size of the woman’s in the picture’s. She ran a hand through her now red hair, pausing when her fingers brushed against her stubby horns. They were just long enough to poke through her hair.

As she entered her bedroom Bree undid the button on her pants. She breathed an even deeper sigh of relief as her cock flopped out of her underwear. Though it wasn’t hard, it was still about 4 inches long, and her feminine underwear weren’t designed to hold, well, anything. Briskly yanking her underwear down, Bree felt them run over her tail. She could feel it twitch, and would swear it was long enough to actually bend around and touch her back. Though she was terrified to, Bree steeled her nerve and stepped in front of her body length mirror to fully assess the damage.

“How the hell is this a gift? I can’t let anyone see me like this.” she thought.

She hated to admit it, but Bree did look hot. Her once slight and unspectacular body had filled out. Her lips were fuller, her body was more of an hourglass shape, and her skin almost had a literal glow to it. She could see her two new ivory horns just above her forehead, and her now brilliant green eyes. And of course there were her massive breasts and that damn horsecock. Aside from that horsecock, the tail and horns, Bree would have been very happy with her changes. She could write off the eyes with contacts, and maybe the physical changes to a vigorous gym routine and some plastic surgery. No one would ever believe the truth, some weird cat-like goddess showed up in her kitchen and “gifted” her with a body most teenager boys dreamed of.

“Maybe I can get this thing removed. Guys have sex change operations, I suppose this would be the same thing.” Bree said, frowning at her crotch. Of course the longer she looked at it, the more she accepted the massive horse dong was a part of her, and now hers. Some part of her might have even started liking it. Bree would never admit that to herself, but Bast’s magic was eating away at her willpower.

Bree was about to concede to her exhaustion when she heard someone making quite a ruckus outside her apartment. Initially she chalked it up to some drunk idiot coming home from a night out. But then she distinctly heard her name being called. Bree hesitated, not only because it was suspicious to have uninvited house guests at one in the morning, but because she was stark naked. And it wasn’t as if she mersin escort could just throw a robe on. Chances were it wouldn’t fit, given the recent growth spurt she’d gone through.

“Oh for the love of… looks like we’ll have to let ourselves in.” Bast sighed. Impatient as ever, she opened the door for Alan. Who, thanks to Bast’s presence, was able to walk into the apartment building without anyone gawking at him or calling the police because he too was naked now and sporting several “gifts” from Bast.

Alan walked inside after some “encouragement” from Bast. Loudly closing the door behind him, Bree felt her heart skip several beats. Her immediate thought was that someone was breaking in. And she was terrified for her life, but more to the point didn’t want anyone to see her in her current inhuman form. She sped into the bathroom, shutting the lights off and hiding in her shower. She sat on the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. Which wasn’t a good idea on her part. Her breasts were mashed against her cock, and her heart was now skipping a beat for a new reason.

“Hmmm, interesting.” Bast smirked when she saw Bree’s discarded clothing in the apartment, obviously leading to the bedroom. Alan stood a ways away, still caught in a trance and completely unaware of where he was, what he was doing, and the transformation he’d undergone. Bast walked into the bedroom, Alan following close behind. The bedroom was empty, but it didn’t take her long to figure out where Bree had gone.

“Come out come out and play…” Bast giggled, tugging Alan along.

Bree was too preoccupied to hear. After squirming and shifting, at first because she was trying to not be in such a “comfortable” position, Bree had inadvertently rubbed her cock against her legs so much that she’d popped a full blown erection. Her fear of getting murdered in her shower quickly dissipated and Bree found herself doing the only thing she could in her state.

Both hands wrapped around her growing shaft, Bree was vigorously pumping up and down. So fast she was a little worried she might get a rub burn. Her balls swelled larger and larger, doubling in size at least. Her horsecock stretched from six inches to eight, then ten, and then a full twelve inches. The head flared proudly, small nubs around the crown forming. A completely animal shaft between her legs, behind her Bree’s tail was twitching madly and growing.

Bast pressed one of her cat ears to the door and smiled. She could hear Bree moaning, and the sound of her hands squishing against the wet flesh of her cock. And based just how “wet” things sounded, Bast thought it was a safe to assume Bree’s cock was overflowing with pre.

“Why don’t you go help her?” Bast purred into Alan’s ear. He absently nodded and strode to the door.

Bree stopped mid-stroke when she heard the door open. Her fear was subdued but still there. so she immediately stopped playing with herself. Her shock and surprise only ramped up when sakarya escort the shower door was thrust open and Bree saw who her “intruder” was. A very, very changed Alan.

It was Alan, that much was obvious. But it was almost as if he was a male version of whatever the hell you might call what Bree is. A black cat tail was waved behind him, almost like it had a mind of its own. His eyes were a dark, frost green, with reptilian slits for pupils. Bree had no idea what his body looked like before, but he was ripped now. His body also appeared to have an unnatural glow. Atop his head were a set of ebony horns, probably four or five inches long. But most impressive of all was the two foot stallion shaft between his legs and the grapefruit sized balls in a leathery sack.

“He’s perfect now isn’t he? Don’t worry, you can thank me later.” Bast said. Bree’s mind hardly even registered Bast’s presence. The only thing she could think of was Alan. She wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, given she’d lost her lady parts to make room for the, in comparison to Alan’s cock, moderately sized shaft and balls.

“Well don’t stand there, go on.” Bast pushed the transformed Alan forward. His tail twitched as he slowly moved closer and closer to Bree. She was still paralyzed with shock, but her body was reacting without her consent. Her own horsecock slowly slid from its sheath and slapped underneath her breasts.

“Ah, I love it when a plan comes together. Don’t you two?” Bast purred with glee as the two humans met. Bree was snapped out of her trance, but didn’t fight the lust. Alan’s hands tightened around Bree’s throbbing shaft. His hand slowly stroked out a thick dollop pre. It lubricated the length so he could stroke faster. Bree moaned in ecstasy, fingers pinching her nipples and squeezing as much of her breasts as she could.

Her nipples swelled as Bree neared an orgasm. Alan suddenly pulled away, and knelt down. He brought Bree’s cock to his lips, blowing air over the tip. Bree’s legs buckled, the head flaring and then a massive load shooting all over Alan’s face. A serpentine tongue flicks out to lick up as much of the cum as possible. Bree’s balls squirmed in their sack as their load was unleashed.

“That wasn’t enough was it? You’re still hot aren’t you. You need more? Tell me you want more.” Bast crept up to Bree and whispered in her ear. Bree nodded, but Bast pressed her. The goddess’ firm and erect nipples pressed against Bree’s back. Bast rubbed herself up and down, raking her nips along Bree’s skin, goosebumps appearing as Bree’s body filled with lust again. Bast’s delicate hands wrapped around Bree’s shaft now, and her touch was so much more intense than Alan’s. Who was smiling in a drunk haze, happily watching goddess toy with Bree.

He began to pump his own shaft, which was being sorely unserviced. Bast silently called him to her. He stood behind the cat-like goddess and lined up his horsecock with the goddess’ golden snatch. Slowly van escort sliding it inside, Bast’s influence over the two tripled with her own arousal. Bree and Alan were lost in a high as they received pleasure beyond anything they’d ever felt before. Bast’s touch sending Bree into a series of quick micro orgasms. Small spurts of cum shooting out of her cock, rapid fire almost like a machine gun. Bast’s cunt massaged Alan’s soda can sized cock as it pumped in and out. It wasn’t long until Alan’s balls yanked up and cum poured out of the flared head of his cock.

“Ahh, wonderful. I think that’s enough for me, for now. I’ll let you two get on with it. But don’t have too much fun without me kiddies.” Bast giggled in a very childish way. Alan was surprised when suddenly his cock was embraced by a warm, wet tube. Bree was surprised when her cock was let go and left to hang just under her breasts.

The two only stood there in shock for a moment. The lingering magic pushed them together, and soon the two were wrapped up together in their arms. Their horse dongs pressed together, pre dribbling down and lubricating both shafts. Bree, though she didn’t have a pussy, turned around and bent over to present herself to Alan. The only hole available her ass, Alan wiped a health amount of precum on Bree’s slightly puckered hole.

Bree, on her hands and knees now, eagerly shook her ass in preparation for Alan’s cock. She gasped as she felt Alan slowly begin to push inside. His cock’s head felt so large, almost impossibly large for her tight hole. But the further Alan went in, the clearer it became that Bree could take it all. The medial ring was swallowed inside Bree’s ass when Alan couldn’t wait any longer. He slammed forward, the remaining foot of his cock disappearing.

Bree’s mouth opened, silently screaming as she was overwhelmed. She might have blacked out from the sheer pleasure if Bast’s magic wasn’t keeping her coherent. Her ass throbbed and clenched around the massive shaft. Her own dick was erect between her breasts. Bree moaned as Alan began the process of pulling in and out. His motions started out slow, and became increasingly fast as they neared their climax. Bree tilted her head down, and came face to face with her pre spitting cock.

For the first time, she found her tongue was longer, thinner, and somewhat prehensile, like Alan’s. She started licking her cock, bending over more and more until she was able to pop the entire head of her cock into her mouth. She was sucking her cock as she was getting railed in the ass by a horsecock.

Alan couldn’t hold on much longer. A rush of cum sent Bree over the edge, and her own cock exploded in her mouth. She greedily sucked down as much cum as she could, like a calf suckling from its mother’s udder. Her world exploded into colors and she lost all sense. The only thing she could feel was pleasure. Alan’s cock continued to dump thick cum into Bree’s ass, until she was filled to the brim. His cock was forced out, and cum spilled out all over her ass and the back of her thighs.

The two collapsed to the ground, the magic finally dissipating and allowing the two to rest. Bast watched from a corner of the room. Her work wasn’t done just yet. Once the two woke up, there was one final change she had to instill in the two humans.

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Author’s Note: This is the second story of “The Mystic” series as I am calling it. Once again all credit for this looking like an actually story and not just words smeared across paper goes to my editor, Goddess_Sarah. Thanks again to everyone reading this, please remember to vote and comment if you like.

-The Devil Man

***

The hotel bar was busier than usual, which was a little unusual for a weekday. It was too early for the clubbers to be stumbling back to their rooms for the night, and it was too late for the white collars to be drinking. Lauren sat in her usual booth, sipping her glass of wine. A maroon color painted her lush lips tonight. Her hair was a lighter shade of red than it usually was in the light of the bar tonight — it was loose and curled at the bottom. The black halter top dress covered her breasts, but left her cleavage ample, which several young men were eyeing shamelessly. No one had approached her yet, which left her with the feeling that she would not be working tonight.

Mike was “on fire” as they say, telling jokes and generally getting everyone in a good mood. This generally meant that his tip jar was filling rapidly with tens and twenties, and he smiled widely as he hoped tonight’s earnings would pay his rent for the month. Everyone seemed to be having a great time as booze ran like water, and laughs were cheap tonight.

Lauren was looking over a woman who sat, almost pouting, at the corner of the bar, stirring her martini idly. Her hair was as black as the night, short with a slight wave to it; her skin was fair and looked very soft and smooth. A short, strapless, silver and black dress covered her just enough, but was still revealing, as her ample breasts were almost spilling out of the top and the dress barely reached her mid-thigh. Her hips were wide, and she was a little heavier, but that only gave her more pronounced curves.

Lauren watched with interest as the woman, who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, shot down every man who made a comical attempt to hit on her. Lauren smirked and felt a tingle between her legs she hadn’t felt in a long time. She took her glass of wine and sauntered toward the sad woman. Her matching black heels clicking against the floor, black thigh high stockings clung to her legs, and the short skirt swayed, revealing the tops of the stockings and the garter belt that kept them up.

“I hope I am not being too formal, but may I ask you a question?” Lauren asked as she sat down next to the other woman, her back against the bar watching her face carefully. “You seem to be in the prime of youth and everyone else is having a good time tonight, why aren’t you?” The other woman looked puzzled for a few moments before she found her voice.

“Oh, um… I don’t know.” She shrugged as she answered; her voice was sweet and innocent sounding. “I guess I’m just tired of the whole thing, you know?”

“I’m sorry but I am not sure of the subject we are on,” Lauren said, taking a sip of her wine.

“Well I thought we were talking about partying, which is what’s going on right now, isn’t it? Everyone here is in town for a friend’s party we are having on Friday, and some of us got here early to get ready.” It was Lauren’s turn to look puzzled, as she looked around at the thirty some odd people in the bar.

“You are all friends with the same person?” Lauren asked a bit incredulous.

“Yeah, a friend from high school. He kept in touch with all of us, and a lot of us were knocked down over the years and he was always a phone call away from helping anyone. When my mom passed away, he was at my house the next day. He’s a really good guy, so some people called some other people and then they called some other people, and here we are.”

“Wow, he must be one of a kind.”

“Very.” She smiled for the first time so far that night. “I’m Alex, by the way.” Alex held her hand out and Lauren took it softly.

“Short for Alexandra, I suppose? People call me Lauren these days, and although I understand your concern about being tired, you’ve haven’t got anything to really worry about, do you?” Alex looked at her, puzzled, before Lauren continued. “Tell me, if you will, do you work?”

“Not really. My family has money and my mom left me a lot when she passed.”

“Okay, so you don’t need to worry about work and your bills are paid. Then why are you tired? I am guessing you can’t be more than twenty-five at best.”

“I am twenty-four.”

“You see. So why aren’t you enjoying yourself? You have every right to.”

“I don’t know; I just feel like I’ve been here and done that before.” Alex took a sip of her martini, as Lauren sipped her wine.

“I am sure you have plenty of other opportunities you haven’t explored yet.” Alex thought for a few moments, before responding.

“Yeah, I guess there is still some stuff I want to do.” Lauren smirked impishly as she causally rested her hand on Alex’s left thigh. Alex almost spilled her martini at the feel of the denizli escort soft hand on her thigh. Lauren began to stroke the soft flesh of her skin as she sipped her wine with her other hand.

“I suppose now would be a good time to explore?” Lauren asked as she hand moved up the hem of the dress. Alex’s legs moved apart of their own accord, as Lauren’s fingers rested on a thin strip of silk fabric that was her panties. Alex moaned quietly as Lauren’s fingers pressed into her womanhood through the fabric. Lauren caressed Alex over the silk underwear, and leaned into her so only they could hear each other. “I’m a “businesswoman” whose time is for a price, and I’d like to make you an offer. Five hundred for the night and I promise you’ll wake up tomorrow with a whole new outlook on life.” Lauren whispered into her ear, her hot breath making Alex squirm. Lauren traced her tongue over the edge of her ear slowly, making Alex breathe in sharply.

“I guess it’s worth a shot.” Alex replied shakily, Lauren continued to stroke the silk under her fingers.

“Finish your drink, baby, then we’ll head upstairs.” Lauren smiled as she drank her wine, feeling her fingers get a little wet as she continued to play with Alex. As soon as the drinks were gone, they made a hurried exit out of the bar. Mike noticed the wink from Lauren in his direction, and continued about pouring drink and telling jokes.

The two women waited outside the elevator bank for one to open. Lauren rested her hand on Alex’s back just above the gentle curve of her bottom. An elevator finally opened, releasing three woman who were giggling almost uncontrollably, rushing past the soon-to-be lovers as they entered. Lauren hit the top button and the doors closed, Alex turned to Lauren, who pressed her up against the elevator’s paneling, and kissed her forcefully.

Alex was taken off-guard, but soon closed her eyes and began enjoying the kiss. Their lips parted as Lauren slipped her tongue into Alex’s mouth, and they played with one another, as Lauren’s hands started to explore. Lauren’s hands started at her hips and slipped around to cup Alex’s ass cheeks, which were soft and firm under her hands, and it was clear to Lauren she was wearing a silk thong. Alex moaned into Lauren’s mouth as she caressed her soft flesh.

Alex’s hands began to caress Lauren’s shoulders, then slipped one hand under the strap of the dress and cupped Lauren’s right breast. Alex felt the hard nipple in her palm as she massaged the firm skin in her hand. Lauren, in turn, moaned into Alex’s mouth as she grasped her nipple carefully with her fingers.

The elevator dinged when they reached the top floor, and the women separated and held hands, as Lauren lead them to her room. Lauren pulled her room key from the top of her stockings and led Alex into the room, flinging her onto the bed. Alex giggled wildly as she landed on the bed and Lauren fell on top of her. They resumed kissing as Alex wrapped her legs around Lauren. Lauren’s lips moved from Alex’s lips to her neckline, as Lauren pulled the strapless dress down. Alex’s breasts were easily in the D to DD range, and they bounced free as the dress was removed. Lauren hands caressed them softly, and she paused to watch Alex’s reaction.

Alex closed her eyes and moaned softly as her nipples hardened at Lauren’s skilled hands. Lauren gripped Alex’s left breast softly, and began to slowly lick the nipple. Alex whimpered at the feeling of another woman’s tongue on her nipple. As Lauren sucked the nipple into her mouth, Alex grabbed hold of the loose red hair and pressed her chest further into her lover’s mouth. Lauren switched breasts while her free hand found its way behind Alex, to the zipper on the dress. When both nipples were hard and wet Lauren leaned back taking the zipper down and removing the dress.

Alex lay there in just a very thin, very wet, black thong. A tattoo of a ying-yang was on the lower left side of her flat stomach. Lauren smiled as she carefully laid the dress on the floor. Lauren straddled Alex’s lap and ran her hands over the other woman. Caressing her breasts, shoulders, stomach, and face, Alex moaned as she touched her feeling like her whole body was being caressed gently. Then she leaned forward to slip the strap of the halter dress Lauren was wearing over her head and released Lauren’s breasts.

Alex marveled at the soft globes as she explored them timidly at first, running her palms over them, then pinching her hard nipples softly, causing Lauren to moan loudly.

“Are you enjoying playing with me, baby?” Lauren asked, her impish smile returning. Alex just nodded as her hands ran across Lauren’s skin. Lauren reached behind her and unzipped her dress, standing up, causing Alex to whimper, as Lauren’s dress fell to her ankles.

Alex gasped as Lauren stood before her in just a black, lacey garter belt and black stockings. Lauren’s sex was visibly pink and wet, as her honey dripped down her legs a gaziantep escort little. Lauren then reached down and took the strings to Alex’s thong, and Alex raised her hips up as she slid the skimpy underwear off of her.

Lauren then slid back on top of Alex and slid her leg in between Alex’s and began to rub herself on her. Alex moaned as the soft skin of Lauren’s thigh first spread her pussy lips and then caressed them as her wetness began to cover Lauren’s thigh. The stocking material and strap from the garter belt only heightened Alex’s pleasure. As Lauren’s sex did much of the same on Alex’s thigh they both moaned and watched each other as they began to fuck slowly.

“Oh god, this feels great, I never knew this could feel so good. OH!” Lauren rolled her hips causing a slight increase in pace and pressure as Alex finished her statement.

“I thought I’d break you in slowly baby, before we get down to the real love making. I’ll make you feel so good, you never want it to end.” Lauren moaned into Alex’s ear before continuing to kiss and lick her neck gently as they fucked slowly. Alex enjoyed every touch of skin against skin, the way their breasts pressed together and their nipples rubbed against one another as they moved.

Lauren slowed down and began to kiss her way down Alex’s body, once again sucking her nipples and licking her breasts, then continued to kiss down her stomach. Alex moaned loudly when Lauren placed a soft kiss on her outer lips, feeling the wetness coat her lips, and the smell of Alex’s juices excited her. Lauren wanted to take her time, so she kissed over her right inner thigh to Alex’s calf, then her foot. She then kissed the top of her foot all the way up to her hip, then raised her leg and kissed from the curve of her ass back to her heel. Alex was breathing heavily when Lauren began to do the same thing to her other leg. Lauren tasting her flesh and running her tongue over her soft skin left Alex wanting so much more.

Lauren ran her middle finger over Alex’s dripping sex, coating her finger with her juices before slowly inserting the finger into her lover. Alex’s body shuttered as the finger explored her deepest parts of her. Lauren began to pump the finger in and out of her, and Alex moaned again with increased volume as the pace increased.

“Oh fuck… Please don’t stop!” Alex shouted as Lauren smiled and removed her finger, Alex whimpered as the digit was removed. Then Lauren began to slowly run her tongue over Alex’s outer lips before slipping it deeper into her sex. Lauren tasted the sweet and sour mix of Alex’s juices, as she tongue fucked her.

Alex was too far gone enjoying the pleasure she was receiving for words anymore. She gripped the sheets as Lauren worked her in ways she didn’t think someone could do. Lauren held Alex’s legs before taking the moaning woman’s clit into her mouth, rolling the hard little bud of pleasure with her tongue, pulling back the hood and stroking the clit under her skin, and sucking it gently.

“OH DEAR GODS!” Alex shouted as she finally came on Lauren’s tongue, the first wave of pleasure crashing hard, causing her to shake almost uncontrollably. Lauren continued to bathe the woman’s clit with her tongue, as her second orgasm came on in full force. Alex was moaning and grunting loudly, like a sexual beast in heat. Finally, after the third orgasm came and went, Lauren released her grip and climbed back up to Alex to hold her as her body recovered from the intense pleasure.

Even though Lauren had been licking Alex for easily an hour, her face remained mostly clean, her makeup still in place and her lips only had a very thin coat of Alex’s juices. Lauren kissed the panting woman to let her taste her own sex. Alex eagerly kissed her back, tasting her own juices turned her on more as the other woman held her, caressing her skin until she could talk again.

“That was amazing; I’ve never felt anything like that before,” Alex stated in-between kisses.

“I figured you’d enjoy that, baby. I enjoyed giving it to you.” Lauren kissed her again, caressing her breast as their tongues began to play with one another again. Alex flipped them over so she was on top, and started kissing Lauren’s neck, licking her ear lobe then trailing her tongue lower. Lauren gasped as Alex took her right breast in her mouth, tonguing the nipple and raking the flesh with her teeth. After spending a generous time on each nipple, Alex resumed her journey south, stopping to play with Lauren’s belly button and leave soft kisses over her smooth, soft mound.

Alex pulled back to run her tongue over her stocking covered knees and licking back up the grater belt the kissing back over her mound. Alex could smell Lauren excitement as she placed a tender kiss over her outer lips, leaving a thin coat of juices on her lips. Alex’s tongue tasted the other woman on her lips for the first time, enjoying the tangy, sweet taste of her lover. Alex spread Lauren’s pussy seks hikayeleri lips with her fingers, looking over the pink treasure, then dipped her tongue and started to lick slowly. Lapping Lauren’s sex over and over again, while Lauren moaned and toyed with her breast and gripped Alex’s hair to push her face into her pussy more.

Alex was enjoying pleasuring Lauren; she had never known that pleasing another woman could be so sexy. The way she moaned at her efforts and her taste were becoming addictive. Lauren was even coaching her on what to do.

“Oh, lick my walls baby, suck on me… Oh that’s it, now stick your tongue in me like a cock and fuck me with it,” Lauren moaned as Alex did as she asked, pleasing her in ways she hadn’t been pleased in a long time. Alex was taken back when Lauren’s orgasm rushed out from no where, covering her face in juices and leaking all over the bed, and down her chin. Alex lapped up as much of the other woman’s cum as she could until Lauren begged her to stop licking her; it was too much. Lauren and Alex held each other for a while as Lauren kissed and licked her juices off the woman’s face.

Alex had never felt so sexy and wanted before; she had only been with men before, and all they ever wanted to do was play with her breasts and shove their cocks in her until they came and were done with her. She had only ever had a couple unselfish lovers before, but nothing like this. Alex was lost in her thoughts until Lauren flipped her on her back again, straddling her lap. She leaned in close and whispered.

“Are you ready for more?” Lauren asked, thoughts swirling in Alex’s head about what more could mean.

“Yessss,” Alex hissed as Lauren sucked on her neck. She climbed off her and went into the bathroom. When Lauren came back her garter belt was gone, but still wore the stockings, but had a strap-on dildo around her waist. Alex was stunned as it was easily nine inches long and was rather thick. “Can that even fit in me?” Alex asked as Lauren spread her legs and pressed the head of the dildo against her tight sex.

“We’ll take it slow, baby.” Lauren leaned down and kissed her, pressing the head against her, wetting it with her juices. Alex groaned as the head was pressed inside her and Lauren waited till she was ready and pressed more into her. It became a rhythm of sorts, as Lauren would press the dildo in, then slide out and return. Alex was moaning softly all the while, until finally their hips met. She had never felt so full before; Lauren had held her hands, pressing them into the bed as she began to rock back and forth slowly. Their breasts were bouncing on each other and Alex’s moaning was only increasing with the pace.

“Oh Gods, oh my, fuck me baby, oh fuck me harder!” Alex was shouting by the time Lauren was fucking her at a high pace. Alex loved the feeling of the fake cock fucking her, and her breasts swayed up and down against Lauren’s. When their nipples would rub against one another it was like Alex was shocked by lighting; it felt too good.

Unexpectedly, Alex flipped Lauren over and began to force the dildo deeper into her. She was bouncing wildly on top of the other woman, her breasts bouncing and her moaning echoing. Alex was sure people in all directions could hear, but she didn’t care, her whole being felt on fire with desire and pleasure; she never wanted it end. Then her orgasm came rushing out of her, her walls griped the fake cock and wouldn’t let go as continued to hammer herself on the strap-on. Lauren was cumming at the same time, a nub on the belt rested on her clit and the sight of Alex fucking her was too much to bear.

Alex collapsed on top of her lover, breathing heavily, her face buried in a pillow. Her body was covered in sweat, and her legs ached from the intense love making. Lauren held the other woman in her arms, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, her own voice a little hoarse from moaning and screaming. Alex carefully rolled off of her and lay staring at the ceiling for a few moments, Lauren took the chance and slipped out of bed to discard the strap-on the bath room sink.

“I’m all sweaty,” Alex stated as she heard Lauren come back into the room.

“Well I do have a shower in here if you want to shower, and I’ll change the bed spread.” Alex was a little puzzled till she sat up and saw several large wet spots covering the bed. She got up and found she was laying in one.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Alex giggled and had to lean on the wall because her legs were weak when she stood up. Lauren wrapped her arms around her and helped her in the bathroom. Alex sat on top of the toilet as Lauren turned the hot water on in the bathtub, then helped Alex into the tub and turned the shower on.

“Are you going to join me?” Alex asked, unsure if she could stand, much less clean herself.

“After I make the bed baby,” Lauren stated with a smile. Alex just sat there for a long time, letting the water rise over her, closing her eyes. Alex had never had any interest in other women before tonight. Sure she had boyfriends who wanted threesomes and what not, but she never agreed to it, much less thought about it. Now, a whole new world had opened up before Alex’s eyes, a world full of possibilities and new fantasies she never thought of before.

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