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Shanna moved to Tustin in March. Her husband was just hired as a professor at UCI. Shanna was educated as an engineer, but stayed at home. They had a daughter the same age as mine. She was 5’9″, short hair, fit, blue eyes, 35 years old and has such perky tits! I was surprised the first time I met her that she was not wearing a bra.

She was introduced to me by the principal on the day she checked her daughter into school, since I was on the PTA board. Shanna was very sweet and great to talk to. We hit it off right away.

We had a few lunches together. She was always telling me how sexy I was and how she does not know how my husband could keep his hands off me. I became bold enough to tell her I thought she was very attractive and that I was never brave enough to not wear a bra. She laughed and said, “I was hoping you would notice. What do you think?”

I said, “Oh, no! You can pull it off. That’s great.”

She pressed the issue, “I know mine are not big and gorgeous like yours, but what do you think?”

I was nervous and just said, “Good.” Really fast and looked to see if anyone heard us talking

Shanna smiled and said, “Thank you, you are so sweet.”

As our meal ended she asked me to come over to her house the next morning. We embraced to say goodbye. She did not just wrap her arms around my back, she put one hand at the small of my back and with the other she held my neck. This sent goosebumps down my arms. I told her I would come over.

After I dropped off my daughter, I drove over to her house. When I arrived there was a motorcycle in the driveway. I rang the door. Shanna came to the door wearing a see through nightgown. I said, “Wow. Uh good morning.”

She said, “I’m sorry, I forgot my robe. I did not mean to startle you.” I was surprised and thrilled, but I did not want my shock to come out my mouth. Agh, I know she saw me look her up and down.

I stared at a small strip of hair at the meeting of her legs and I know she picked up on it. “Come in. I have to get dressed.”

Her university housing was very elegant. She had style and pizazz. She offered me tea or water. I declined and she said she needed to change. “We can talk while I get dressed, if you want to come up with me. Besides, I can show you the rest of the house,” as she stared into my eyes with her beautiful blues.

I told, “Of Course.”

She turned and began to walk to the stairs. I followed her like a puppy dog. I checked out her fine curved ass. As she ascended the stairs she was strutting that ass. I found her so hot, but was she bisexual? I mean she was sending me signal after signal, but what if I’m wrong? What if I make a move and she’s not?! I don’t want it getting out that I tried to kiss her!!

We got to her bedroom and it was clean and well-kept with a king size bed. She showed me the walk in closet and took off her nightgown and kept talking. She was naked and so damn attractive. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of white tong panties and put them on in front of me and yes, I was looking at her well-manicured denizli escort box.

She put on some skinny jeans and then turned in my direction. I could see her bare tits and I know my mouth opened involuntarily. She had small dark pink nipples. She grabbed a tan top and asked, “Is this okay?”

I said, “You look great.”

She said, “Thank you. Now that I’m dressed let me get a hug.” She embraced me the same way. I was getting so wet, I’m sure I was dripping. As the hug ended she continued to hold my neck and look me in the eyes just inches from my face. I was shaking! Was she going to kiss me?! God, I hope so!

She smiled and said, “Come on!” This response caught me off guard. “The day is wasting!” she said.

We went down stairs and to the driveway. She handed me a helmet. I looked at her with a weird look. Shanna said, “I want you to ride with me on my motorcycle. There is a place I want to show you.”

I took the helmet. I always wanted my husband to ride a motorcycle so that he could take me on rides. Now a beautiful woman was asking me to ride on her motorcycle with her. Yes, I had to do it.

She got on the bike and started it. I was loud. I put on my helmet and hopped on. She turned back to me and said, “Hold on.”

I said, “I’m a little scared.” Shanna then revved the engine. I felt motorcycle vibrate between my legs.

Shanna said, “Wrap your arms around me.” I wrapped my arms around her fit stomach. I pressed my body to hers. I could feel the warmth of her back against my breast. I could feel her between my legs as the motorcycle moved forward. I did not know where she was taking me, just hoped it would take a long time to get there.

I pressed my face against her back. I could smell the soap she used to shower with. We rode along the coast Shanna said she had not lived near the Pacific before and just loved to ride along the beach.

We stopped at a 7-Eleven and shared a bottle of water. She put her arm around me and asked, “Amazing! Right?”

“Do you mean feeling your body against mine while the motorcycle vibrates my pussy or the damn ocean”, I wanted to say.

“Amazing,” I said, but I knew which question I was answering.

“Time to go,” as she put on her helmet.

We rode on to a state park cliff above the road. It was not a regular road and was very bumpy. My hand accidentally went across her breast. I pulled it down quickly and she said, “Hold on tight!” The next bump I used as my cover to run my hand deliberately over her right breast. It was nice and firm. I moved my fingers on her breasts and enjoyed it so much. I realized that I had been on her breast for better than a minute and she never said a word. I moved my hand back down.

She asked, “Are you doing okay?”

“The best,” I said. We got to the top and dismounted

I was a lovely view of the Pacific Ocean. She pointed out to Catalina. I strained to see it. She came in behind me and pointed over my shoulder with her right hand. With her left hand she wrapped her arm around izmit escort my stomach. I could feel her tits on my back. She perched her chin on my left shoulder and whispered, “See it.”

I felt her breath on my cheek. I said, “Ah huh.”

She placed her cheek next to mine and put her right arm across my breasts. I was shaking with anticipation and she said, “You’re cold, let me warm you up.” She then used her hands to rub my tits and stomach. I lifted my head up in a state of arousal. Shanna then kissed my neck and shoulders then the back of my neck. She slid her hands down over my pants down to my crotch and squeezed and rubbed. Any doubts I may have had were completely demolished.

I turned around and gave her a kiss. She forced my mouth open and kissed me, holding my chin with her right hand. With her left hand she unclasped my bra. She did not wait to take my shirt off and went under my shirt and began to suckle my nipples. My nipples were erect.

I knew we were outside, but I believed we were secluded and took my shirt off. She picked her head up and guided me to the grass. I was on my back and she laid next to me kissing me. She pulled my pants and soaking wet panties off. She took off her clothes and I just opened my legs. Shanna went in between my legs and started to kiss my mouth again. She was grinding her pussy against me. She then got on one knee and wrapped her leg around me. She began to fuck my pussy with hers. It felt so fantastic to feel a hard clit against mine. Shanna was going so fast I believed she was about to cum. Instead of cumming, she began to grind her pussy into mine. I could not tell where her juices began and where mine ended, but I know my pussy and thighs were covered in sensual glissingly nectar. I could not take it. I could feel the tingling coming from my toes and running up to my scalp. I knew I was going to cum. I said, “it’s happening, I’m cumming.”

She kept grinding my cunt and said, “I was waiting for you to cum. We are going together, Magdalena!” I exploded on her clit with a gush. I could feel her quiver after my squirt.

She laid next to me on the grass. We were both naked covered in cum and exposed to the world. I could not feel more content.

Shanna said, “We should go.” Too soon, but she was right. We got dressed and got back on her motorcycle. The entire way I just caressed her stomach as I held her. We headed back to her house.

When we arrive at her house she took me to the stairs and walked me up.

I was content, but Shanna needed more. She took off my clothes and then took off her own. She put her left foot on her bed and with her finger beckoned me to come I walked over to her and she pointed down. I got down on my knees. Shanna then grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her slit. I could smell her intoxicatingly aroma. I wanted to taste it. I’ve never had a woman and never licked a pussy except in my fantasies I wanted to please this woman on my first try with a woman. I could pull this off!

I first began to lick the clit directly. Her pussy gaziantep escort juices tasted sweet to me. I licked in circles and realized I wanted her labia open so I could make her cum. I spread her delectable hot box open.

I licked the clit and then slid my tongue into her pussy. I could tell she liked that! She moaned, “Ahh, right there!” She then took her middle finger and began to work her clit. I could feel her knees buckling.

She said, “I love it!! Magdalena!! You’re making me cum!” I kept licking and felt a gush of woman juice across my nose and cheeks. She let go of my hair and at that point I realized how much she had been pulling it!! She turned and collapsed on the bed. I came up next to her. She pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me. She licked my lips and said, “I wanted to taste myself from your mouth”.

I caressed her hair and kissed her smooth alluring face. I had wanted this for so long and now I had someone I could explore my very deepest desires with.

Shanna got up and opened up a draw to her night stand. She pulled out a white and black object. It took me a minute and then I realized it was a strap on dildo. She did not say a word and just put it on she got on the bed and I naturally turned over on my back. I opened my legs. No words were exchanged no smiles. She rubbed the dildo with her pussy juices and put the tip of the dildo at my pussy opening. She then pushed. The dildo stretched my wet pussy open. Shanna then began to fuck me. Rapidly her hips were pumping that hard white cock into me. “How do you like?!” she barked at me. I had never seen her so stern before. I nodded my head in the affirmative.

She slapped my face and said, “I asked you a question and I expect an answer!”

The slap stung but the fucking felt so good and I said, “I… I like.”

“Do you love my cock?” she asked and then slapped my left tit.

“Yes,” I said. “That’s, ‘yes, ma’am,” this possessed woman said.

I said, “Yes, ma’am.”

I could feel it again, I was going to cum. As I was about to cum Shanna reached down and just squeezed the fuck out of my tits and said, “Tell me you love it!”

I said, “I love it.”

She said, “Say it louder and it’s ma’am!”

I said, “Yes, ma’am, I love it!”

“You love what? Slut?” she said curtly.

I could not stop myself as she was thrusting that dildo into me with so much force, “I’m cumming!! I love you fucking me, ma’am!”

Shanna said, “Tell me you love to eat pussy!”

I said, “I love to eat pussy, ma’am!” I came. I gushed. I was about to cry and she kissed me and I did cry like a baby. She then brought the dildo to my mouth and pushed it in while I was crying.

“This will stop your tears! Suck my plastic cock, slut! Get it clean! All of it!” she demanded of me.

I sucked her plastic cock and tasted my pussy juice. It was thin because my gush of squirt knocked must of my thick juice off. She took the straps off and moved her pussy over my face and straddled it. She said, “Finish cleaning it, Slut!” I licked her pussy. She then began to say, “Oh, you are a fast learner!” She moved her pussy up and down my face until she came again.

She laid next to me and smiled. “I hope that was okay,” she said.

I turned my head to her and looked her in her eyes and smiled. I then hugged her so tight. I told her I was in ecstasy.

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“I’m so sorry Maggie,” Jill cried as the two women sat in the club while the police took the reports and evidence.

Magita was in no mood for talk, and said so.

“I understand. I’m so sorry you got caught up in this. And that they…”

Magita had already come to terms with her rapes – she knew there was nothing she could do to change what had happened, and as she had counseled victims so many times, that she had to go on with her life. And the memories.

A week later she finally answered one of Jill’s daily phone calls.

“Hi, Maggie,” the voice said weakly from the other end.

“Hi, Jill,” Magita replied. “How are you.”

“Sad,” Jill responded. “Sad I was responsible for what happened to you.”

“It’s okay,” Magita lied.

“Can we talk sometime? No pressure, I just want to talk to you.”

“That would be nice,” Magita found herself saying when what she wanted to say was for Jill to just leave her alone. But she knew there was some unfinished business. At the top of the list was to finally get honesty from Jill about her role in the drug dealing at the club.

“I destroyed the DVD, Maggie,” Jill said softly.

“I forgot all about that,” Magita said to herself. “Thank you Jill,” she said aloud. “But that doesn’t change the fact you two set me up.”

“I know. And I’m so sorry.”

“How’s Gregory?” Magita asked. She had heard the bouncer was still in the hospital from the beating he had received from the bikers.

“He’s back to work, actually,” Jill answered with a giggle. “I guess he really needs the money.”

“That’s good,” Magita replied, then turned silent.

“Brian is sorry too. He told me to tell you.” Then Jill spoke again. “He wants you to know it was real, Maggie,” Jill continued. “He really cares about you and he wanted to go after those bastards himself!”

Magita laughed despite her anger.

“I don’t know if I can ever believe that, Jill. That it was real for him.”

“It was, Maggie,” Jill replied, then took her turn being silent.

“You’ll have to tell me the truth,” Magita spoke after a few moments. “All of it.”

“I know,” Jill replied in a tiny voice. “And I will. All of it.”

“When would you like to meet?” Magita asked.

“As soon as you are up to it.” She knew Magita would not want to go to the club ever again – she had not been back – and asked where they could meet.

“I can be over there tomorrow night,” Magita answered after thinking a few moments. “Jill,” she continued, “one word of bullshit and I’m calling you in.”

“I understand,” Jill responded. “I do.”

The next evening Jill opened the door to Magita in a sweatshirt and jeans as she always dressed. For her part Jill was in white shorts and a soft short-sleeve pink sweater. She wanted to look nice for her guest because she owed her that – and so much more.

“I’m so sorry, Maggie,” Jill cried as the police detective stepped inside.

“I don’t even want to think about it tonight,” Magita replied sternly. She was still partly angry at herself for being in that situation.

Jill wanted desperately to hug the detective, but she knew better.

Then she could not hold back the tears. And, needing even just a tiny bit of closeness, she stepped up on her toes and gave Magita’s cheek a quick kiss of shared hurt. It was meant as nothing more than a woman’s emotions seeking forgiveness.

Magita suddenly became angry as her own truth welled up inside her.

She glared at Jill – then her hands flew out and held the sides of Jill’s face. Jill was startled and thought the policeman was going to slap her. Instead she felt the detective’s lips press against hers firmly in a needed kiss. Jill felt Magita’s lips crush against hers as Magita kissed her hard.

“Is this what you wanted?” Magita asked angrily when she finally pulled away.

“No,” Jill responded with a small voice.

“Can we go outside? It’s stuffy in here.”

Jill understood how uncomfortable the detective must be around her after her rapes. She made a pitcher of margaritas and followed Magita outside. They sat on the grass and began to talk about nothing much.

Then Magita, the policeman, asked.

“Was I wrong to stand up for you, Jill?”

Brown eyes bored deep into her eyes of blue.

“No Maggie. I have never dealt in the club. I know better.”

Magita understood what Jill was saying – that she had been involved denizli escort in dealing, just not in the club. But busting the club was the point of her investigation, and not something that Jill might have done in the past. And now that they had rounded up all the Avengers and charged them with the rape of a police officer and another woman they were out of the picture.

“Just make sure I don’t have to come back,” Magita warned.

Then she saw Jill’s eyes fall.

“Does this mean I won’t see you anymore?” Jill asked with downcast eyes.

“Why would you want to?” Magita replied. “You got what you wanted.”

Jill knew the policeman was talking about Brian fucking her.

“It’s not what I wanted, Maggie,” Jill replied. “I thought it was something you wanted.”

The words forced Magita to be honest with herself. She hadn’t wanted to fuck Brian, and she had begged him to stop. But she could not deny that she had gotten into it and fucked him back with everything she had.

“And me?” Jill asked.

“What about you?” Magita answered through her confusion.

Jill spoke softly and her hand reached out to the detective’s shoulder.

“If you can honestly say I raped you I’ll never bother you again.

“No,” Magita had to reply honestly. True, she had been forced to be eaten by Jill – but she had eaten Jill in return on her own.

“It was so beautiful, Maggie.”

Before she could move Jill’s lips reached to touch hers.

Magita knew the kiss was for forgiveness. And for the first time in her life Magita let herself be kissed by a woman.

“Oh Maggie,” she heard Jill moan through the kiss. “I want you. I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

Totally confused, Magita was unable to pull back from the soft lips and the soft, tender kiss.

Magita wanted nothing more than to leave – but she could not. The look of loss in the blue eyes capturing hers overtook her and she let Jill kiss her again.

“Mmm,” she heard Jill purr softly. Then she felt Jill’s hands leave the sides of her face and move to the front of her sweatshirt. Magita’s only reaction was to look at the high wooden fence to make sure no one could see them.

“You feel so nice, Maggie,” Jill said softly. She was looking into Magita’s deep brown eyes as her hands closed over the large breasts.

For the second time Magita pulled away as she felt Jill’s hands on her breasts. But this time the look of terrible loneliness in Jill’s blue eyes caught her.

“Let me love you, Maggie.” She saw Jill look deep into her eyes. “Please.” Then the eyes took on a look of sadness and loss. “Just once more.”

Confusion tore through Magita. But there was one emotion at the core of her confusion – she needed to know she could still be who she was once.

“Oh Maggie,” Jill whispered. “They didn’t change me even when they made me do their women. I’m still Jill.” She kissed Magita gently on the cheek. “And you will still be Magita.” Then Jill suddenly lay her head against Magita’s shoulder. “And we will share a secret.”

Those few words, delivered in a soft, tender voice that had seen so much abuse, moved the scales for Magita.

“Please,” Magita said once, in barely a whisper.

“I promise,” Jill replied. “Always.” Then the head that had been cradled against her shoulder lifted strong and proud.

“Let me love you, Maggie.” It was a request delivered with Jill’s blue eyes.

Magita’s only response to was to nod, once, in an emotion she would later identify as shyness.

Jill’s hands moved to tenderly hold Magita’s face as Jill met her soft, full brown lips with her own soft pink lips. The kiss transcended Magita’s inhibitions. It was not a kiss of passionate lovers – that was to come – but a kiss of loving friends.

And it happened. It had to happen with the way the emotions were pouring through Magita’s mind.

She let her lips open.

Jill began to cry as she moved her hands to the back of Magita’s head and drew her to her. She kissed the accepting woman softly, at first, but when she felt women’s strong arms surround her shoulders she could not help but begin to kiss Magita more deeply.

Long, softly-sucking, moments later, Jill dared go where she so needed to go, now.

She let her tongue gently peek into Magita’s mouth. For an eternity she felt nothing, and was about to pull away – and pull away izmit escort from this day – but then she felt the tiny touch of Magita’s tongue against hers.

And it began. Jill moaned and slipped her tongue deeper into Magita’s mouth. She felt a tongue play gently at hers in return. Her hands pulled Magita’s head even closer as her tongue moved deep into Magita’s mouth.

Then Jill asked, without words, the only thing she would ask that day. It was a question that would decide for her if she would continue. She pulled her tongue back and waited, her mouth open as she kissed Magita wetly.

Seconds later Jill felt a tongue, timid and uncertain, move into her mouth. Jill moaned, again, whispered “thank you Maggie” silently, and began to slowly suck the tongue into her mouth.

And this time when her hands moved to the front of Magita’s sweatshirt there was no reflexive pulling back. There was only a soft moan of a curious woman accepting fully what she was doing.

“Let me love you, Maggie,” Jill asked again as her hands moved to the bottom of Magita’s sweatshirt. This time there was no hesitation in the taller woman. Jill smiled as Magita’s arms raised. Jill broke their kiss only long enough to pull Magita’s sweatshirt over her head. Then she returned to the soft, wet, succulent lips.

And this time when Magita again felt a woman’s hands on her bra-encased breasts there was no feeling of revulsion. There was only a feeling of soft hands on her warmth.

And this time when Magita felt the fingers at the clasps of her bra there was only wanting the lips that moved to her left breast. To her surprise, Magita’s hand went to Jill’s head as the shorter woman began to gently suck at her breast like a baby. To her surprise her nipple did not immediately grow hard.

But to her surprise she moaned softly as she felt the tender lips on her. Then Magita smiled as Jill’s left hand began to gently finger her right breast as she sucked softly on her left.

And, seconds later, Magita again moaned – as she felt Jill’s lips begin to gently suck the nipple that now had become thick and half an inch long. Magita purred as she felt the gentle fingers on one breast and the soft sucking lips, then tongue, making love to her other breast.

Then Magita knew this was wrong. This was so very wrong. She closed her eyes to the electric sensations of the lips and tongue on her rock-hard nipple – and moved her hands to the buttons of Jill’s sweater.

“You don’t have to Maggie,” she heard Jill whisper softly.

“Shh,” Magita replied, wanting to hear nothing but the soft intakes of breath each time she slid a button free. With a sudden sense of urgency she shoved the sweater down Jill’s arms, surprising Jill and bringing back for an instant the memory of the so-many times she had been stripped against her will. But then she felt shaking, timid fingers reach to the back of her own bra. Jill relaxed, and let herself be stripped – this time by a needing lover.

There was something Magita was curious about, something that would determine for her if this would continue. She drew Jill close to her, needing to feel a woman’s naked breasts against hers. It was everything she needed. The breasts she felt were soft and warm, the heart beating underneath building in want.

She let Jill lower them to their knees. Kneeling, she again purred at the lips that returned to suck on her rock-hard nipple. Then she felt Jill’s fingers slide into her sweatpants where her ass met her hips. Only for a moment did Magita want to stop, when Jill began to slowly push her sweatpants down. But only for a moment.

She let Jill gently leverage her body to the ground. She could not raise her hips – she just could not – but she did not resist as Jill slowly drew her sweatpants down her thick, strong brown thighs. She saw Jill’s eyes grow wide when she saw the white thong she had worn.

“Oh Maggie,” she heard Jill purr as she saw the woman taking in the white silk view. Then Magita closed her eyes as she felt the back of Jill’s hand in the waistband of her thong.

And in a moment she was naked.

“Do you want me to?” Jill asked, knowingly. She saw Magita nod shyly and Jill unbuttoned her own shorts. Jill smiled as she slid down her shorts and g-string. Jill’s eyes grew wide again as she saw Magita looking at her trimmed pussy.

Then Jill went to her knees. Her hands gently gaziantep escort moved Magita’s thighs apart, seeking permission from the brown eyes of confusion but want.

“Let me love you, Maggie,” Jill whispered yet again.

Then she lowered her face to the pussy she so desperately needed and wanted.

Jill immediately began to lap at Magita’s soft brown lips with long licks of her tongue, moving from Magita’s asshole to the apex of soft black hair.

“You taste nice,” Jill had to say. Then she returned to slowly licking the soft pussy revealed to her. Expertly, Jill’s teeth began to gently tug at the almost grey Puerto Rican pussy lips as her tongue moved over the wettening cuntlips.

Then, as she had been forced so many times to do, but now wanted to do caringly, she worked her neck to press her tongue into Magita’s pussy. Jill began to slowly tongue-fuck the wonderfully sweet-tasting pussy hole.

“Mmmm,” Magita purred, surprising her. Jill felt the woman under her try to move to give her something.

But there was nothing Jill wanted for herself. She wanted only one thing – to make her lover come.

“Let me love you,” Jill murmered as her upper lip began to tease the soft hood while her tongue fought to slip even deeper into the damp cunthole.

Magita began to moan as Jill ate her with abandon. Seconds later Magita uttered a soft moan as Jill’s teeth began to pull on her clit.

Then she felt the tip of Jill’s tongue. And Magita lost it.

She felt her hips begin to move, and her thighs squeeze Jill’s head as she whimpered under the loving ministrations of Jill’s tongue on her hardening clit.

“Come for me, darling,” Magita heard Jill beg. Then the tongue began to tease her clit with urgency. Magita bucked and moaned as she felt raw electricity flow through her clit.

“Oh god,” Magita cried out. The tongue on her clit was relentless..

“Oh GOD!” Magita cried out again, loudly. “Oh god Jill!” she moaned as the stroking tongue took her closer to her shattering come. Jill could barely breathe from the thighs clamped around her head forcing her face deep into the sopping-wet pussy.

Jill didn’t care if she suffocated. All she cared about was bringing her lover to the screaming orgasm she so desperately needed.

“Oh GODDDD!” Magita screamed as she exploded in orgasm.

Then her thighs went limp.

“Ahh ahh ahh ahhhh!” Magita moaned as her come overtook everything in her.

“I love you, darling” Jill said strongly as her tongue licked the quivering clit on last, loving, caring time.

Magita was still bucking from her impossibly hard orgasm, but she could not let this be the end. She used her strength to draw Jill’s body up hers until the smaller woman’s pussy was over her face. She closed her hands over the soft ass cheeks and drew Jill’s pussy to her mouth.

Jill did not want this. She desperately did not want this.

But she could not resist. Not this. She looked down into Magita’s wide-opened brown eyes even brighter in the glow of her orgasm.

“Maggie?” she offered, once.

Jill’s tender plea to let Magita accept what she had given her, and ask for nothing in return, was met with a gentle kiss upon her cuntlips.

That was all it took. Jill moaned as she felt Magita begin to eat her. It was clumsy and unknowing how – but it was the most wonderful feeling Jill had ever had sexually.

Jill’s hands moved to tenderly hold Magita’s head. Not in pushing and taking, but in caring and affection.

Her head raised and her eyes closed as she began to move her hips over the sucking lips. Only once did her eyes open – when she felt a tongue move to timidly lick her asshole.

“Thank you Maggie,” she whispered as she felt Magita begin to eat her asshole. She closed her eyes again and let Magita do what she wanted.

To her shock Jill began to press her now-needing pussy firmly against the lips quivering on her. She immediately was angry at herself, thinking Magita would think she was taking. But the instant her hips began to press downward the tongue that had been on her asshole moved to her cunthole. She felt Magita begin to tongue-fuck her and Jill could no longer control herself. She thrashed and screamed as Magita tongued her pussy.

Then she felt lips, uncertain and timid, close over her clit. Jill whispered “oh yes, lover!” as she felt her own orgasm build.

Long, tender, precious moments later she felt herself come in the inexperienced mouth that sought her come.

That night Magita naked lay in bed with Jill, holding the soft woman’s body that had known so much abuse and did not care about time, or what anyone would think, or about tomorrow – or if tomorrow ever came.

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My sister and I are sharing this series. Some of the stories are published under her name (Pretty_Sissy_Julie) and some under my name. The first chapter was published was published under her name. I would suggest you read that first and then read this one.

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Becca was amazed at how quickly things were moving along. Madame and Mistress Nancy had obviously been planning this trip for a long time. Mistress pulled into the driveway yesterday with a brand new van she had purchased just for the trip. It had “captains chairs” in the front and 2 behind those. It “tricked out” nicely and even had carpeting in the cargo section.

The van was packed for the long trip and even had sleeping bags packed. Considering how events in the country had been in the last few months, they decided not to stay in a motel along the way, but would sleep in the van.

Once the van was loaded, we got into it, Madame and Mistress in the front, Before we left, Madame put a remote controlled vibrator in my cunt and secured me with cuffs on my wrists in front of my waist, Once I was properly prepared, Madame put the seat belt on me. Even cuffed like this, I was able to flash truckers my tits as they went by.

It had recently snowed in the north east so even though we thought the trip would take 2 days, they had allowed for 3 days just in case we encountered more bad weather.

The Dominants took turns driving and if a trucker went by, I would lift my sweater exposing my tits. If the trucker blew his horn, Madame would reward me by turning on the vibrator and letting me cum. After a few hours I was sitting in a puddle of cum and the van reeked of my cum juices.

At the end of the first night, Mistress took an exit off the interstate and found a deserted area where we would spend the night. Mistress would set the car alarm and we would all go into the back and fuck like bunnies and then curl up in the sleeping bags for the night. Between our kinky sex and the fact that we were not able to shower, the van soon smelled like a nasty whore house.

During the second day we realized we were making great time and figured that we would just need to spend on more night in the van before we got to Julie’s house. Due to the virus, we did not want to use public bathrooms. Any time one of us had to pee or shit, we would pull off the side of the road and tend to our needs, with me licking them clean. If I had to “go” one of them would lick me clean.

As it got late, Mistress pulled off the interstate and found a deserted area. The 3 of us went into the back and got naked and started to kiss and finger each other’s cunts. At one point, the Dominants put their strappies on. They were 16 inches long, 8 inches went into their cunts and then they put their harness on with 8 inches hanging out.

I was put on my hands and knees and Madame started to fuck my ass. As Madame was fucking me, Mistress was fucking Madame’s ass as well. The three of us were really into it and had cum a few times. As we were winding down there was a loud noise and we looked up to see two cops at the back of the van with the door open wide. “Shit!” Mistress realized in her haste she had forgotten to lock the van or set the alarm.

The two cops were male and female. We would learn the male cop was named Dennis. His uniform fit tight because he was quite overweight. The female was named Jeannie and she was simply gorgeous. Her uniform was tight too, but that was because it hugged every curve of her body and really made her perky tits looked great.

Just as they got in and shut the door we scrambled to get ourselves together. We all got on our knees, the dildos hanging obscenely from their cunts. Mistress reacted first “What the fuck are you doing her?”

Dennis said, “Are you kidding? We see a van rocking on a deserted road and hear screaming? Of course we are going to investigate! There was so much screaming that we thought someone was getting murdered.”

Madame tried to be reasonable “I understand officer, but obviously that is not the case. Could you please leave so we can get some sleep please?”

Jeannie said “I don’t think so. It looks like we have people breaking the law in our little town here and you need to be arrested.”

I was pissed “Arrested for what? Having sex in a van is not a crime?”

Dennis smiled “No but being a whore is a crime.”

Madame said “Who said we were whores?”

Jeannie just laughed “Are you kidding me? The 3 of you are bare assed naked in front of strangers and none of you have made an attempt to even cover your tits. Let’s stop pretending. Besides, procession of drugs is a crime in this state.”

Mistress screamed “Drugs, are you crazy? Okay, maybe we are whores, but we have never done drugs in our lives!”

With that Jeannie reached into her pocket and took out a baggie of a white substance and looked to Dennis. “Hey Dennis, look what I found here in the van.” They both laughed etiler escort bayan as she waved the baggie around.

All three of us looked at each other and then Madame said in a calm voice. “Okay, what is it that you want?”

Dennis had an evil smile. “Good girl, you get the idea. Here is what we have here. I love fucking fat women and you and that other one there, he pointed at me, are exactly what I like. Jeannie over here, she is a lesbian, and I bet she would love to fuck the other one.”

Jeannie said “Here is what is going to happen. We are going to take you to a building that we have just for such occasions. After we have had our fun, you can go in your merry way. If not, we will take you in for procession of drugs. You decide.”

We knew we had no choice and agreed to their terms. Dennis just smiled “Just like I said, they are whores. This should be fun.”

They made us turn around and cuffed our wrists behind our backs. Madame and I were strapped into the back seats and Dennis drove the van. Jeannie took Mistress into the police car and we drove to the building.

As he drove Dennis said “I love fat girls like you two. I will treat you good. But that other girl, she is in a world of hurt. Jeannie has a real nasty streak and she will have a lot of fun with that bitch.”

The building was nothing more than a very large shed. We were pushed into the building and Dennis laughed “Those 2 bitches look like they love having cocks.” With all of the confusion, I had forgotten that Madame and Mistress were still wearing their dildos. While we were still cuffed and helpless the cops took off their uniforms and got naked.

That is when we got a chance to see their bodies. As expected Dennis had a big belly, but his cock was average, maybe 6 inches or so. Jeannie was very sexy. Her tits were a nice 36C. Her ass and legs were tight, it was obvious this woman took good care of herself.

Jeanie spoke first. “See those two, pointing to Mistress and Madame. They are the dominants and the other girl is the slave.” Dennis was confused “How do you know that?”

“Easy, look at their cunts. Those two are trimmed and have a landing strip, the other one is completely shaven bare. In their kinky world, slaves are bare and dominant women have their strips.” That is when all of us looked at Jeannie’s cunt and saw she had a strip.

Dennis said “Well, what are your names?” Madame and Mistress just glared defiantly. I realized they would never answer them and that would lead to them being beaten by that bitch Jeannie. Jeannie was just looking for an excuse to hurt us.

I said quickly “My name is Becca and that is Madame and Mistress Nancy.”

Jeannie had an evil look on her face “That one Madame reminds me of that fat singer from the Mamas and Poppas — Mama Cass; so we will just call her Mama. As to Nancy, we will simply call her Nasty.”

Dennis said “I get calling the fatty Mama, but why call the other one Nasty?”

Jeannie laughed “Because she is a nasty bitch, Just watch.” Jeannie went over to Mistress and grabbed her by her hair. She pushed Mistress in front of Madame and forced Mistress to her knees. The dildo that was buried in my ass was covered in shit. “Show us how nasty you are, lick that clean.”

Realizing she had no choice she took the dildo in her mouth and suckled it till it was completely clean. Jeannie said “See how nasty she is?”

Then she had Mistress stand up and walk in front of me. I was still on my knees and Jeannie took the dildo Mistress was wearing that had been buried in Madame’s ass and wiped the shit all over my tits. “Now lick her tits clean.”

Mistress got on her knees and licked all the shit from my tits. I did not realize how excited I was till I let out a soft moan. Dennis walked over and rubbed his hand on my cunt. I was humiliated at how wet I was. Dennis just laughed “Yep we were right. This bitch’s cunt is soaked. Just like we said, they are whores. Look at Nasty’s face, she is covered in shit. You called that one right as well. She is downright nasty!”

We all cringed when we heard Dennis calling Mistress “Nasty.”

Dennis said, “Okay, let’s have some fun.”

Jeanie said “Not yet, we still have one thing to do.” She reached into her bag and pulled some toys as well as a shaving kit. Before any one could realize what was happening she took a cattle prod and used it to give my nipple a terrible shock. I screamed in agony and then she brought it to my cunt and shocked me there too.

Then she turned to Madame and Mistress and said. “We can do this the hard way and you will co-operate, or I will keep shocking your slave.” Mistress said immediately “What do you want us to do?”

Jeannie tone was scary “There can only be one Domme in here now and that is me. I am going to have Becca shave your cunts and you will not resist. If you do, I will shock her again.” Madame and pendik escort bayan Mistress looked at each other and realized they were defeated and simply spread their legs wide.

Jeannie took off my cuffs, handed me the shaving kit and I crawled to Madame. I was crying but controlled myself so as to shave Madame’s cunt without cutting her.

As I shaved her cunt, she noticed how swollen Madame’s labia were. She was actually excited! I had long felt that there was a very fine line between dominant and slave and that Madame was surrendering to it. Once Madame’s cunt was bare, I leaned in and lovingly kissed her clit. Madame shivered.

I then crawled to Mistress. As she looked at Mistress’ face, it was obvious Mistress was angry. Being very careful, I shaved Mistress’ cunt and kissed her as well. Just like Madame, Mistress cunt was wet and swollen. Both of the Dominants seemed to be enjoying the new sensations.

Jeannie knew how emotional this was for Mistress and wanted to add to her humiliation. She walked over to Mistress, took off her handcuffs and ordered Mistress to crawl to her feet. At Jeannie’s feet, Jeannie pointed to her feet and snapped her fingers. Mistress leaned over and kissed Jeannie’s feet in an obvious act of submission.

Jeannie grabbed Mistress by the hair and made Mistress look at Jeannie’s face and then spit on her face. “Open your mouth!” Mistress did as told and Jeannie spit in her mouth. “Swallow!” Mistress obeyed submissively.

While Mistress was still on her knees, Jeannie spread legs and pissed into Mistress’ face. Mistress was glad as the piss ran down her face, because it covered the fact that tears were also running down her face. “Lick my cunt clean.” Mistress did as told and then Jeannie turned around so her sexy ass was inches from Mistress’ face.

Madame and I looked at each other. We both knew what was going to happen, but we were terrified as to how Mistress would react. Jeannie squatted by Mistress’ face and started to grunt. As she did we could see her asshole start to expand as she pushed shit out and it landed on Mistress’ face and tits. After Jeannie was finally done shitting, she pushed her ass on to Mistress’ face and smeared the shit all over her face and hair.

“Rub your tits and smear the shit all over your body.” After Mistress obeyed, Jeannie pushed her ass back “Lick me clean Nasty.” Both Madame and I shivered as we heard Jeannie call Mistress “Nasty.” Mistress simply leaned in and obeyed. After she was finished, Jeannie looked to Dennis. “See why I decided to call her Nasty?”

Dennis was too shocked to respond. He had never seen anything like this before. He came over to Mistress and started to jerk off. It did not take long and he released a huge load all over Mistress face and tits.

Mistress did not wait to be ordered, she simply smeared the cum with the shit. I was never so proud of Mistress as I was just then. She was degrading herself so that I would not be hurt again by Jeannie.

Jeannie told Dennis to prepare us for the “fun time.” It was obvious that Jeannie and Dennis had done this before. He took out metal collars and locked them around our necks. Then He attached about 15 feet of chain to our collars. This meant that we could move about but we were still anchored to the floor and could not escape.

As he was doing that, Jeannie was playing with herself and just had an intense orgasm. She to Mistress “Come here Nasty and lick my cunt clean.” Mistress obeyed and then remained at Jeannie’s feet. Jeannie playfully twirled Mistress’ hair working the shit and cum deep into Mistress’ scalp.

Dennis walked to the heat controls and turned the heat up high and then took off our cuffs. “I like to see my fat bitches sweat. Okay Becca and Mama, start doing jumping jacks.” We looked at each other and started jumping. I am 40DD and Madame is 42DD, our tits jiggled and shook wildly all the time we were jumping.

In no time both of us were covered in thick layer of sweat. “Stop jumping and bend over.” Once we obeyed, Dennis came over and started to lick our sweaty asses. He even put his tongue between our sweaty cheeks.

“Stand up and put your hands on your heads.” Once done, Dennis came over and licked our armpits. I can’t imagine how nasty our pits must have tasted. “Pinch your nipples and pull your fat tits up.” As we did, we exposed the underside of our tits. Between the fact that we had not showered for 3 days and we were covered in sweat, I could not begin to understand how bad we both smelled. That did not bother Dennis, he was loving every minute of our disgusting smells and tastes.

Then Dennis tossed out some jump ropes. “Okay fat girls, start jumping rope.” We obeyed and again our tits were jiggling wildly. I watched in fascination as the dildo between Mdames’ legs bounced up and down.

Jeannie called out “Stop, I have a better idea,” Jeannie went over taksim escort bayan to Madame and released her harness and slid the dildo out of Madame’s cunt. She handed it to Dennis so he could lick the part of the dildo that was soaked in Madame’s cunt juices.

With that, Jeannie went into her toy box and produced clamps and attached them to our nipples and our cunt lips. The pain was so intense that I could feel myself drifting into sub space. Then Jeannie added weights to the clamps. “Now start jumping rope.”

As we did, the clamps bite into our nipples and cunts and the pain soon shifted to pleasure for us both. Dennis screamed out “Stop, get on your hands and knees.”

Once like that Dennis got behind Madame and started to fuck her cunt. Since he had just cum a few minutes ago, he took a long time to cum. Madame was soon screaming as she had an intense orgasm. Finally Dennis came and filled her cunt.

Once he pulled out, he put his cock in my face and I quickly licked it clean. Without asking permission, I crawled to Madame and licked her cunt clean bringing her to another orgasm. Dennis just watched and shook his head “No doubt about it, these are whores.”

Madame and I were allowed to snuggle together in a sweaty pile as attention was turned to Jeannie and Mistress.

Jeannie commanded “Nasty, stand up and put your hands on your head bitch.” Mistress did as commanded. Her body was streaked with shit and cum and like the rest of us she was sweating hard in the heat. Jeannie got behind Mistress and viciously slapped her ass. Then she unhooked the harness and slipped the dildo from her cunt. She tossed it to Dennis who feasted on Mistress’ cum juices.

Jeannie put the cuffs back on Mistress’ wrists in front of her body. Jeannie attached a rope to the cuffs and looped it around a hook in the ceiling and pulled so that Mistress was full extended. “Spread your legs bitch.” Mistress obeyed. In spite of being covered in piss, shit and cum, her cunt shaved like a slave and being tied and helpless, Mistress still maintained a sense of authority. Jeannie knew that and was determined to break her.

Jeannie took out a whip, the ends of the strands had little knots in them. She brought the handle up and Mistress kissed it. Then Jeannie stepped back and started to viciously whip Mistress. The strands landed her her ass, thighs, back and at times wrapped around and landed on her cunt and clit.

Between the heat and her exertions, Jeannie was soon dripping in sweat. When Mistress refused to scream out in pain, Jeannie got in front of her and punched her in her belly. We saw Mistress’ body flinch and then Mistress did projectile vomiting and puked all over them both. That sent Jeannie over the edge and she brutally beat and whipped Mistress.

All Madame and I could do was watch and beg Jeannie to stop. Our begging seemed to please Jeannie and she stopped and threw down the whip. She looked at Mistress with respect and smiled. “You never begged me to stop. Do you think you have won? Any fool can resist pain, but I know you better. You never cried out because secretly you were loving the pain and humiliation.”

Jeannie then slowly and lightly rubbed and fingered along Mistress’ cunt. As she did we heard Mistress moan softly. Jeannie continued to lightly finger Mistress’ cunt until we saw her body actually spasm. Mistress came so hard that she pissed herself.

Jeannie allowed Mistress some time to recover and then pushed her chin up and spit in her face. Her tone was harsh “I own you bitch. I exposed you for what you really are. You are a woman that craves the same kind of abuse and humiliation as your slaves do.” With that Jeannie released Mistress and she fell hard on to the ground. The cuffs were removed and Jeannie looked at her and said nothing. Mistress crawled to Jeannie’s feet and kissed them and then after Jeannie turned around, Mistress licked her sweaty ass clean.

Jeannie told Dennis to get on the floor on his back. As he did Jeannie first pissed on him and then slowly mounted his cock. Once his cock was buried inside of her, she looked at us all and said; ” I own you all. I have broken you all down sexually.” That excited Dennis as he started to pump his hips up and down until both of them collapsed in a mess on the floor.

Finally Jeannie stood up, Dennis’ cum running down her legs as she did. She reached for the keys and tossed them to me “You are all free to go. But don’t think of turning us into anyone.” She pointed to the corners of the room where we noticed for the first time there were cameras. “Everything we did has been recorded. If you give us any trouble, this will all go on the internet.”

Madame looked up and said “That would ruin you too. You would be expelled from the police force.”

Dennis nodded slowly and said “You are right, that would be a problem, IF WE WERE REALLY POLICE! We have been running this scam for years and it always works. Look we all had a good time. Just think about it time to time and smile.”

Jeannie said “We have all your clothes, you will have to leave here just as you came in, naked. It is dark now and with any luck you should be able to get to your final destination without being exposed. Now leave, before we change our minds.”

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Chapter 10 – Aftermath

I awoke in a hospital bed.

The light in the room was dimmed, the only light source coming from outside through half- closed window curtains.

“…two days straight. Yeah, but I’m not surprised you should have been here when he arrived, or rather when she brought him in,” said the shorter of the two nurses now entering the room. They were both dark haired, reasonably pretty and about my age. One was quite short, slightly under 5 feet, and the other about average for a girl, about two inches shorter than me. They were both quite well built, the type of nurse you dream about when going to the hospital. Both were thin and well proportioned, the taller one had a nice legs and a perfectly-shaped ass topped off with a nice set of C-cup breasts. The shorter girl was rather thin but with breasts in the E-cup region; she must have been very popular with the patients. Although aware of all of this I was probably under the effects of some drug or still too tired, because it seemed I was watching everything through a haze.

“What do you mean? Come on, don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Well, I was sitting in the office when I heard a commotion in the waiting room, so I went to check it out. In the middle of the waiting room was the biggest person I have ever seen. A gigantic bodybuilding monster of a girl, probably about 9 feet tall! Her head was flush with the ceiling…”

“Fuck off, Mia. What really happened?” the taller nurse said laughing.

“I’m not fucking with you. The girl’s head was flush with the ceiling! She had heels on but not more than 6 inches. You can ask Steve to show you the security footage in the morning; he’s probably jacking of to it regularly. And she was massive – body-builder big. Her arm was bigger than my entire fucking body. I have seen bodybuilders with similar proportions before, but never one 9 feet tall!”

“Come on, I can understand a really tall man – and a body builder – but still… 9 feet; Mia. You probably overestimated,” said the taller one, still looking doubtful.

“No, that was no man; you’re not listening – a girl. A brutally massive one, and not as bulky as builders usually are or as manly; she had a massive perfectly-rounded tush, and watermelon-sized breasts,” she said placing her hands in front of her chest to indicate the size.

“Maybe silicone, female builders usually have silicones; and they usually look ugly.”

“No, no, that was the weird part. This girl had the face of an angel, and she looked like she was very young, maybe not even 20. And it would take an enormous amount of silicone to fill that chest. I cannot tell, they swayed really naturally but I had never seen anything so big. But anyway, she was standing there in the middle of the waiting room, her clothes half shredded, apparently by her muscles. Doctor M was there to receive the patient before me. When I got closer to them, I almost fell on my ass in shock. The girl’s ass cheeks were almost higher than my head, and her thighs were as thick as a cow! They were wider than the chest of any man I had ever seen… each! If she ever put a man between her legs, this sight would be very pathetic and the guy would have to fear for his pelvis.”

“You’re really serious about this girl.”

“Yes, and just being near this towering muscle goddess made me so horny I could barely think. Seriously, I’ve never felt such lust for another woman before – not even for a lot of men, but this girls body made me incredibly hot. I brought a stretcher for the guy, and the as the amazon lowered him onto it, I placed a compassionate hand on her thigh during the process, but the moment I felt the absolutely scary size of the muscles under her skin move under my hand… I came. I fucking orgasmed then and there.”

“You’re shitting me”

“No, and that’s when I noticed the other people in the waiting room had a similar reaction. Both men and woman were breathing heavily; the entire waiting room was focused on this girl. Men were covering their crotches with magazines and bags trying to hide their erections. Her presence alone was electrifying. And I swear when she bent over to put the guy on the stretcher, the sight of her massive ass made half the room orgasm. The only one who didn’t react was Doctor M.”

“That makes sense; she’s over 60.”

“Yeah, and by the time Doctor M finished her examination, and conversation with the girl, I swear the other half of the waiting room had orgasmed as well.”

“No way. Was she really that hot?”

“I don’t know, I don’t understand it very well. The girl was incredibly beautiful, and her body was an embodiment of power and perfection, but to make the whole waiting room come…. And when she was leaving, she bumped into an older guy. She helped him up off the floor and as she left the guy fell down on the floor again. He had a heart attack. Just from that little contact with her. I myself came at least three bursa escort bayan times while she was there.”

“So what’s his story, and why did she leave.”

“Oh, as doctor M explained, the guy nearly died from exhaustion and dehydration. But all he needed was some rest. Apparently whatever he was doing almost killed him. It took one look at the 9-foot behemoth to realize what could have caused the exhaustion, apparently the girl understood as well. Tears appeared in her eyes; she asked the doctor to take good care of him, planted a long kiss on his mouth, and left with tears in her eyes. And I’m not kidding when I say that the floor shook with each of her footsteps.”

“I still think you’re fucking with me. But, what was so special about this guy that you had to show me?”

“Well, since the amazon left right after the kiss, she didn’t notice the effect her kiss had on the guy. His erection started growing, and um… I was the only one to see it. I guess you could say that he is rather big… even for that girl. The blanket was up to here,” she pointed about a foot and a half over my bed. “I just couldn’t control myself, especially still so horny after that monster; I had to see it, touch it and lick it.”

“This is just a bit too much to believe, how could anything be that big?”

“I measured it when it was erect: 18 inches! And as thick as a beer can. I couldn’t fit the entire head in my mouth. And lord knows I’ve been trying, I come to look at it any free moment I have. It’s down now but still the biggest thing I have ever seen.”

“I gotta see this,” and she quickly uncovered my sheets. It had really grown out of proportion, adjusting to Megan’s needs. It was some 12 inches long when flaccid, and as thick as my wrist.

“It’s immense,” the taller nurse whispered, starting to caress it. She lifted the great head to her mouth, swallowing as much of the thing as she could.

“Yes, it’s amazing,” said the one called Mia, starting to stroke it as well. Where Megan could encircle my entire erection with one of her hands, these girls could barely encircle the girth with two of their hands. And their hands looked so tiny compared to it. It had been a while since I’d seen a normal size woman next to my penis. In response to this image, and the two girls touch, the thing started growing, soon reaching an impressive 16″ – still shy of full size, but humongous nevertheless.

This caused a problem for the girl holding it in her mouth; it started spreading her jaw as it thickened. She started to choke, but had trouble taking it out due to the size. They watched in amazement as the large head was pulsing red. The smaller one took out her large breasts and climbing on the bed she tried to surround the head. Even for her breasts the thing was too big.

“What are you doing?” said the other one

“Come on; we have to get it down before anyone comes along.” And before I knew it both of the little nurses were hugging my erection with their little bodies. It was almost funny how inadequate they seemed compared to Megan. If I could wake up now and fuck them it wouldn’t even be cheating, that’s how insignificant they were compared to Megan. That’s when her image came to my mind: my amazonian teenage girlfriend who had almost killed me with her inhumanly powerful body.

And I came viciously, filling the mouth of the little nurse whose mouth was on the tip of my cock. She gagged and moved allowing the spurts of cum to spray them and the room.

***

The next day I got a visit from Katey – and her new boyfriend. He was taller than me, but not much; maybe 5’8″. Just tall enough for Katey to rest her breasts on his shoulders. She seemed to find little guys adorable now. She told me that she had not heard from Megan, and maybe I should visit her where she lived. I was surprised and a bit jealous to notice that Katey knew where that was but I didn’t. After they left I continued sleeping a bit more.

On the third day I was visited by doctor Melinda, probably the infamous Doctor M. She explained to me that what I had was an attack caused by extreme exhaustion and dehydration. But my body was recovering amazingly well, much faster than they had anticipated. Usually they would keep me for a week at least, but in this case they could release me today.

And as a final mention the doctor said that she has been trying to contact the girl who left me here without success. She left her a message so hopefully she will be here to pick me up in the afternoon. If not, I should maybe try and look for her because she seemed quite distraught when she was leaving; somehow she considered it was her fault for my state.

“Young girls,” the doctor said. “So self-centered and unable to control themselves. They think they are the center of the world. As if a girl could do this to a young virile man like yourself. But just to be safe; be careful next time you osmangazi escort let giant amazons play with your body young man,” she said, winking at me with a knowing smile and leaving.

In the afternoon as I was let out, I tried calling Megan but no one answered so I took a bus.

***

Her house was a nice little two-floor place with slightly higher ceilings than usual, which made sense as it was her place. I rang the bell but there was no answer. Looking through the window I could see that her furniture was also bigger, adapted to her size. But there was no sign of Megan, so I walked around the house.

In the back amongst, what looked like a scrapyard, was a rather large shed. As I came closer I could hear the sounds of steel clanging repeatedly, growing louder and accompanied by grunts, which I recognized as Megan’s, and looking down I saw that my body noticed her presence before I realized it. Like a good puppy near its master, my penis started traveling down my leg; I could feel the warmth of the blood flow against my leg. It was completely devoted to her now.

The scrapyard look came from the all the thrown-away training equipment scattered around the yard. Everything from bars and other smaller parts to complete machines that were bent, twisted, broken, or completely mangled. I remembered how proud Megan was of the destruction her muscles brought to this equipment, and the way she wanted to show it to me and I shuddered in awe of her strength.

I was still uncertain if I should approach Megan here in her sacred place, so I tip-toed to a tiny window to peek through. The room was dark, and I could see the rows and rows of equipment – bars, plates, etc. – spread over the concrete floor.

In one corner I could make out Megan on a bench on her back, her breasts proudly standing up from her torso. In her hands was a thick bar with over three feet of metal plates on each side. I counted 15 100-pound plates on each side. When I entered she was in the middle of lifting the 3000-pound weight, breathing heavily. Three more times she lifted the massive thing, her heavy breathing mixing with her moans. As her moans strengthened she racked the brutal weight, the rack groaning under the load. Still laying on her back her hand disappeared between her massive thighs and her moans intensified still more. I almost forgot how big those things were; her hand was completely hidden behind the expanse of flesh.

“Mhmm… oohhh… Joey,” she moaned and my heart skipped a beat. I thought she noticed my presence.

“Ohh, I wish your little head was right here. I love the way that tiny little skull fits in my hand and how your tongue works faster in panic when my thighs close around your head. I can see it disappear under walls of muscle.”

Thank god she was only thinking about me. I felt like a voyeur, but I couldn’t collect the courage to enter now.

“Ohh, Tiny, I wish you were here so bad,” she continued, her thighs pressing in on her hand. “I want to hug that pretty little body of yours and fuck that monster between your legs. God! I want that prick!” And saying that, she sat up, reaching over to grab a massive black dildo from a box near her.

“Not even close to my Joey, but you’ll have to do.” Spreading her legs she quickly guided the toy between them, her moans of passion increasing. Her other hand took hold of a 1000-pound barbell and began curling it to even greater moans. Unable to control myself I began rubbing my erection through my trousers.

“Ohh… no toy can replace my Joey… ohhh.” She moaned and continued thrusting, letting her thighs convulse on the bench, bending the steel frame. She took out the dildo and tossed it away, near the window. The thing looked like a pack of wild dogs had attacked it; it was bent, crushed, and twisted beyond recognition.

Megan was now warmed up. Her hand still working her pussy, she grabbed another dildo from the box and walked over to a 3meter-long tree trunk. Using only her hand, she drove a 9-inch nail into the wood and impaled the dildo onto it. Then taking a 1000-pound barbell into each hand, she sat down on the trunk impaling herself, her thighs hugging the thick tree trunk.

“Ohh.. Joey… I wish I could see my thighs wraped around your tiny body. They love you so much. Your body looks so tiny between them, I want them to be big enough to cover your entire body.” Her thighs were now pulsing with power; they had a good grip on the heavy log. Her eyes closed now, she started grinding the log, sliding the heavy thing along the floor.

“I want my arms to grow bigger than your whole body,” she said, pumping the weight harder. As her thighs pressed I could hear the heavy thick sound of wood cracking on the inside from the pressure, just like trees in the deep winter.

“And I want to rest my breasts on your head. I want them to grow so big that you gemlik escort cannot hold them anymore; my nipples large enough that they could fuck other women, big enough to choke you. To wrap my tongue around your monster…” she pressed the heavy weight into her breasts mashing them.

“ohhh, Joey… Joey… mhmmm…. Joey!” And with a thunderous roar she came, her thighs grabbed firmly onto the tree trunk and squeezed with all of her might until, brutally, the trunk simply splintered into pieces between her legs unable to cope with her power.

Unable to restrain myself I came together with her orgasm, spurting a thick spray of cum with each wave of her orgasm. She was now truly like a sex goddess, a beacon of sexual energy, her own orgasms powerful enough to bring everyone else with her along for the ride.

“Noooo!” She screamed interrupting my already growing erection. “I almost killed him like that,” she yelled, punching the concrete with their fists in rage. She took the two separated pieces of the tree trunk and threw them clear through the wooden wall. A few meters to the side and she could have killed me.

She fell down on her knees and started crying. I could never stand to see her crying so I came inside through the hole.

“Meg… it’s me, are you alright?” I said to the startled Megan.

“It was killing me… what I had done to you… what my body has done to you… I had to run away to the only place I knew I wouldn’t hurt anyone. And I started training; stronger, harder. But I kept thinking of you, and every time I thought of you I grew more aroused. I bought this box of dildos for release,” she said pointing to the half empty box.

“But they were hardly enough. I broke, crushed, and tore apart over a dozen of those, and still I did weight lifting…. I don’t know how long it’s been… I forgot to take breaks.”

“Megan that means that you… 3 days straight while I was resting in the bed… I’m sorry Meg… I should have come earlier….”

“Don’t apologize, Joey. I nearly killed you. I should have let you rest, instead I just raped you until I exhausted you… I should have understood that your tiny little body cannot measure with my massive muscles… I… we cannot continue like this. Better leave or I might really kill you this time…”

“No… Megan, I cannot leave you…. I love you.”

“But… but you saw what my body can do – and I am still growing stronger. I grew another inch in the three days… I am now 8 feet and 5 inches tall, and you’ve just seen that I can crush a tree trunk between my thighs. I can bench press a ton and a half, and curl over half a ton. My body could compact a car… what chance does your little body have? You should run and leave me alone…. I cannot love anyone. Ever again… please go.”

“No,” I said stubbornly, and placed my tiny hands on her massive shoulders. “I love you Megan, and you can’t chase me away.”

“But what if I ever… or when we sleep, I might….” She tried responding, but just broke into tears, returning the hug quite a bit stronger than I expected. But, I couldn’t back down or complain now. I could sense her grip becoming firmer… but softer, and felt one massive arm wrapping itself around me. Her palm covered my entire back, fingers digging in deep, and then the other. And then she cried… her arms were desperately clinging onto me, I could barely breathe, my ribs were cracking randomly accompanying her sobs, and the pressure on my spine was painful, but she needed me this moment and I had to keep quiet.

When she was done, she looked at me with those deep blue, beautiful eyes; even red from tears they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I knew then and there, there is no way I could ever live without her. We just held each other like that for a while.

“Megan, those feats you were mentioning… I’d love to see you do some of them.”

“Anything for my Tiny”

Apparently taken by the moment, Megan lifted me 3 feet in the air and embraced me firmly, imbedding me between her breasts.

“I don’t know what I would ever do without you; you take care of me so well. I promise to do my best not to break my little man, ever again. I love you, Joey… promise you’ll never leave me… please.”

“I promise always to love you Megan, and to never leave you.”

“You better not, or I might just come after you. You promised yourself to me now, I just hope you survive it.”

“OK, but please let me down now, and let’s take you to bed; you need to rest after three days of training.”

Obediently, she let me take her hand and guide her to her house, her massive hand completely swallowing mine and pressing in painfully. She rose to her feet, towering over me immensely as always. Sweat drops fell on my head from her head and heavy swaying breasts.

I took her to her room, and placed her on her king-sized bed. She tried to hug me like a teddy bear to her, but I told her I needed to get her some food. She made me promise again not to leave her, and drifted of to sleep immediately.

I spent a few more minutes in shock at the size of this girl’s body, the brutal muscles gently pulsing even in her sleep. I went out to make food for my goddess for when she woke up.

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For those who have an interest in an experience where a lady’s bladder became so full it protruded very noticeably and became a turn-on for her partner, I can offer this story. I must warn you, I am over fifty and if you are not interested in the incident involving a mature woman, this is not for you. But, if you want to know how this author recognized the erotic impact of desperation, read on.

My husband and I took a trip to India a few years ago. We stayed once at an older hotel, where the facilities and air conditioning were not terribly good, and had booked a bus tour through several sites of the surrounding country. The bus was to leave in the morning, and not return until late afternoon. This was India in the late spring, and it was hot- over a hundred degrees in the morning, and rising.

I dressed in shorts and a thin shirt, preparing for the heat. My partner warned me to drink lots of fluid, as in these high temperatures we were going to be sweating profusely. Both of us consumed several glasses of water and soft drinks before boarding the bus, and carried a supply of drinks for the day.

It was indeed hot outside, but the bus was air conditioned. As we drove, it got colder, and in my brief attire I was chilly. With all the liquid I had consumed, after being cold for a while, I was feeling a need to urinate. However, it wasn’t that bad, and I just waited. We made several stops, at each of which we were outside for quite a while, in the extreme heat. Between stops we were on the bus, where it rapidly grew very cool.

We made a lunch stop at a small village. I ate little, in the heat, but drank quite a bit because we were sweating and I was dehydrating. After lunch, we were invited to use the local restroom facilities before boarding the bus. On entering the facility for women, I found myself in a cement walled room filled with women, queued up to use the “facilities”- which consisted of three holes in the floor. The users simply squatted over the holes. The floor and walls were covered with black slimy grit, and looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in fifty years. The were no partitions, no privacy of any kind. bursa escort bayan There was only one window. It was extremely hot, the place was crowded, the line was long, and the stench was unbelievable. While some of our group made use of it, I simply left – figuring whatever it took, I would just hold on. I couldn’t take that place.

The men’s facility was either less offensive or the men were less affected. My husband had relieved himself. I considered looking for a concealed place outside, but there was no place of privacy. I knew I had good bladder control, and decided simply to wait, however uncomfortable I became.

The day went on. My husband noticed I was grimacing and squirming, but holding on. The paradox was that at every stop I was drinking liquids and feeling dehydrated because of the intense heat, yet I had a very full bladder which the cold of the bus accentuated, and I could find no place to empty it. By mid-afternoon I was really in pain. Several of the other women had either used one of the local facilities, which I couldn’t stomach; or refused to drink, which I feared would expose me to heatstroke. My husband was acting sympathetically, but he had relieved himself several times during the day, and I suspected he was at least slightly enjoying my predicament. Toward late afternoon, my bladder was hard and swollen under my shorts, and to show him how bad it was, I told him to feel my abdomen.

When we finally got to the hotel, I was in agony. I was still in control, but the pain was awful. We went up to our room. Before we even opened the door, I had started to unbutton my clothes. When we entered, the air conditioning was working poorly, and it was hot. There was a fan, and I stopped in front of it long enough to kick off my shoes, throw off my sweaty shirt, and drop my shorts, soaking up the air blast as I did so. My mate stood by, looking at me in profile. With nothing on but my underpants and bra, I turned to run into the bathroom, but he stopped me with an exclamation. He said something like, “can that be you? I never saw that before!” I stopped and stared, despite my intense görükle escort discomfort. He went on and said, “I ‘ve got to see this – I wouldn’t believe it – won’t you take off the underpants?” Amazed, I pulled off my panties and looked at him- then at what he was staring at.

He was looking at the front of my abdomen (not that he hasn’t seen it often before). It was bulging out very obviously – probably sticking out at least an inch and a half. The protruding part was round, and very hard to the touch. It extended from just under my navel down to my pubic hair. He immediately put his hand to it and felt it. I protested, but he insisted on examining it. It told him it was my bladder, and that I needed instantly to empty it, because it was so painful. Even I was a bit intrigued at its appearance – I had never before seen myself so swollen. Now I am well past fifty, and several pregnancies have left my abdominal muscles a lot less firm that they once were, so usually my abdomen protrudes a little, but it usually feels soft. Now there was no softness, it was all hard, and protruding as I had never seen it before. My mate was fascinated, and kept wanting to look at it and feel it. I was tugging away, anxious to get to the bathroom, fidgeting, and doing the classic pee dance, shifting from one leg to the other while he gently palpated my extremely full bladder. While fidgeting, I unhooked my bra and threw it off, planning to head for the toilet and then a shower.

I told him how much it was hurting, and to just let me go, but he begged me to delay a moment. I could sense he was not only fascinated, but aroused. My abdomen looked and felt as though it had a baseball inside. I could hardly bear the pain. He reached up and touched my breasts, and said something – I don’t recall the words, but the idea was an invitation to sex. I reacted by indicating OK, as soon as I go to the bathroom. His response was “No – the way you are now!” I remember his words. Obviously my badly distended bladder and intense discomfort was a turn-on for him. It wasn’t to me, but I just wanted to get it over inegöl escort with so I could relieve myself. I gritted my teeth and told him OK, but hurry, and that I couldn’t have him on top of me because my bottom could take no pressure.

I didn’t watch him, but I know he was undressed in seconds. I wasn’t much interested, just wanted to get it over with and end the agony, but I was, rather reluctantly, willing to accommodate him if I could just hold on long enough. It did occur to me that my pelvic muscles were so tightly clenched that he might not be able to even enter me. What did happen was that we had a big mechanical problem. I knew he couldn’t be on top of me, and I couldn’t even lay on him. We tried to couple standing up, but my abdomen was so hard and swollen we couldn’t get the angle right. Finally he just laid on the floor (in the heat, the bed was far too hot) and had me lower myself on top of him, in a sitting posture. To my surprise, his organ entered me easily, despite my tightened muscles. He said something about me feeling like a vise, but at the time I didn’t care.

Then I experienced a strange feeling. I’ve had full-bladder sex before, but never in a condition this extreme. At first the pain was awful, but as he moved a bit, I must have been aroused more than I could realize. The extreme pressure and stretched, swollen feeling was still there, but it changed a bit – it was no longer painful, it was even a bit enjoyable. I couldn’t understand it. Suddenly I climaxed, quite unexpectedly. For a moment I feared losing bladder control, as I understand some women do when this happens, but mine held on. My muscles stayed tight. His orgasm came a few moments later. We stayed together a few moments, sweating, exhausted, as the feeling within me returned to agonizing pain again.

I got up, heading for the bathroom, and my mate was right behind me. I felt like I couldn’t bend, or sit, I just needed to relieve my pain. I stepped into the tiled shower area, spread my legs and let go. My mate stood and watched, as I poured out the biggest, strongest stream I had ever experienced. It went on and on, and while he looked, the swelling in my bottom parts gradually subsided.

Afterwards, it was several days before I could easily hold my pee more than an hour or so at a time – my bladder’s revenge, I suppose. I can recall this now as I something I enjoyed in some sort of perverse way, but I’ve never felt like going through it again.

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Part VII

Presenting Adam…

I woke up in a pleasant mood the next morning. I assume because I fell asleep so fulfilled the previous night. I reached over and hugged Mary close. I could hear her let out pleased “Mmm” as I squeezed her against me.

“And how are doing this morning” I asked her, rolling on my back.

She also rolled, now facing me in the bed. “Oh, I’m great. I had a lot of fun last night, how about you?”

“Oh… I had a blast. That was so hot, watching you two do it on the couch.” I said with a huge smile on my face.

“Yea” she said, beginning to look up to the ceiling. “I don’t know… the sex isn’t that amazing, I mean its good don’t get me wrong, but I could get good from you.” She started to explain, focusing on me now. “I think it’s because when I’m with him, doing what he suggests, I just feel younger, sensual and more sexual, I guess.”

I nodded at her with a grin, leaning over and planting a kiss on her forehead. “I think it’s hot, the way you act.”

“I mean, like the sex in the car.” She said smiling at me. “And, in the gas station bathroom” she said flashing a look of surprise.

I smiled at her again. Damn, she was so sexy, more so with her newfound urge to explore what she did not when she was younger, out of fear of what her future husband would think. “So, was what I saw, the wrap up of the night?”

“Pretty much, we just laid there and talked for a little while. He did mention wanting me to come over and play cards with him and his roommate.” She said with a laugh. “I think we may have got him hooked on Canasta.”

“Does his roommate know the situation?” I asked.

She looked at me, “Of course, John told him everything. He really likes the fact that he’s sleeping with a married woman and her husband knows everything.” She laughed.

I thought that was funny, well, part of me didn’t like everyone knowing I let my wife have sex with other men, but most of me found it very erotic that she did. “That’s cool,” I said. “Any plans for when, yet?”

“Maybe tonight,” she answered. She started to get up from the bed, and I noticed the shorts she wore last night n the floor beside the bed. “I’m jumping in the shower,” She said grabbing her robe off the door. I watched her ass as it disappeared into the hall.

I sat up and looked at the shorts on the floor. I bent down and picked them up. I thought to myself for a minute moving the shorts so I could see the crotch. There were white smears that had faded from sitting all night. I began to bring the shorts closer to my face, and breathed in deeply. It had a very powerful smell of cum and sex. I could smell her pussy on the crotch. I gave the shorts one more smell, than began to feel perverted and threw them in the hamper.

I got out of the bed and threw my robe on, walking down the hall to the bathroom. As I peaked in the door I could see Mary’s sexy naked body through the glass of the shower. I leaned in the doorway watching her wash. She slithered the loofah over her breasts, and down to her crotch. She put her arm behind her to clean between her asses as she saw me watching.

“Whatcha doin?” She asked with a snigger.

“Oh, just savoring the show.” I answered.

She gave a little chuckle. “You seem really happy this morning. More than me, and I’m the one that got laid” She said joked me. “Did you find my shorts; I left them by the bed.”

I looked at her awkwardly. “What?”

She stopped her washing and pulled the sliding glass door open. Sticking her head out of the shower, she looked at me staggered. “C’mon… I know you, little pervert.” She laughed as she closed the shower again.

Damn, she really did know me. She has never ceased to surprise me in all the years we have been together. “Yea… I did,” I mumbled back. “I can’t help it; I think it’s really hot.” I said, my voice getting louder.

She laughed as I walked out of the bathroom.

Later that afternoon Mary came out to meet me in the front of the house, as I was washing the car. “Hey, babe” she said walking closer to me.

I turned off the hose, and looked at her. “What’s up?”

She came closer and handed me her beer. “John texted me, he wants to pick me up around five.” She said grinning, as I gulped the beer.

I handed her back the bottle, “So, cards tonight I take it?” I asked her, as she swigged the bottle.

“Yea, he wants me to teach his roommate to play, and I guess stay and play with the two of them.”

I turned the hose back on, and continued to rinse the soap off the car. “Two guys tonight, huh?” I said teasingly.

She shrugged her shoulders, chugging the last of the beer. “Maybe” she said with a laugh.

I looked at her suspiciously. Her latest book was about three brothers who shared a wife. She told me it ended with all three of them fucking her at the same time, and that she thought that might be hot. I shrugged it off, because… well… because I did not see my wife taking bursa escort more than one lover at a time. Nevertheless, I was known to be way off base when it came to Mary.

She returned inside as I finished the washing. Later, I came inside and did not see her downstairs. I called up the stairs, as I could only guess she was getting ready, as it was already four. “I’m almost done,” she yelled down.

I began to wonder what she would wear for this outing. If I could tell, what she planned for this evening by what she was wearing. If it was easy access that meant; sex tonight, I thought. If not, just cards and no sex. I had a way of building everything up in my head, before anything was even decided. I used to do it all the time, back when I was still trying to get her to take other lovers.

She came down the stairs wearing floral looking dress that went to her ankles, and brown sandals with gold buckled straps. Her toes were pained a dark beige, which matched her fingernails. The dress tied around the back of her neck, which depending on the tightness could show off her breasts very well. I saw she did tie it pretty tight. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and her blonde bangs shagged in front of her eyes. I loved her hair that way. “How’s this?” she questioned.

“You look very nice,” I said with a smile.

She slid her lips to the side, “Uh huh”. She began to twirl around in front of the stairs. “I’m going for laid back, and not trying to be too want-able.”

“I think that would do it.” I said with a smirk.

She rolled her eyes at me. She then quickly turned around as she headed for the door. “No panties, though” She said with a smile. My jaw dropped. OK, change of plans I thought to myself. Sex tonight it is.

Mary grabbed a lighter coat out of the closet and returned to the doorway. The door was open, and she peered out looking for her ride. “He’s on his way, I take it,” I said.

“He said he was” She turned back and said to me. “I get to meet Adam tonight.”

“His roommate” I questioned.

She shook her head yes, not looking back. I looked her up and down, and noticed a gold anklet. I quickly started to analyze he lower half. She had a toe ring on each foot, which was odd for her. Mary usually only wore one, but I quickly dismissed that line of thinking, as I am sure I was being stuck on meaningless details again.

“OK, that’s him” She said opening the door. I walked closer and she gave me a kiss. “No idea what time I’ll be back, but I will text with the plans when I get them.” She said heading out the door.

Several hours later, I looked at the clock, 10:00. Still nothing from Mary, as I checked to make sure my phone was on. Of course, it is on, I thought to myself. I turned the volume up and down, back to vibrate. For some reason checking to make sure the volume worked. All right, I decided I needed a distraction again. She did say she would text with the plans for the evening when she got them, so maybe they were just playing cards. I could not shake the thought I had earlier about her book, and her joking comment about having both of them.

I went into the kitchen to try to find something to munch on while I watched T.V. I managed to find some nachos and cheese, so I nuked that for my snack. I took the food and headed to the living room to see if there was anything on the television.

After flipping for several minutes, I did manage to find something I might be able to get into enough to distract me from what my wife was probably doing with two guys right now. Two rather young college guys. O.K. stop it, I thought to myself. I returned my focus to the television and waited, trying not to think about it.

At midnight, my phone finally went off. It was a text, from Mary. “Hey, remember that book I told you about?” My stomach dropped. Of course, I remembered the book, it is all I have thought about since you walked out the door, I thought. I thought quickly what to reply. Should I play stupid and say no, or should I immediately tell her I knew what she was leading to? If I played dumb, she might actually go into some details, so I opted for that one.

“Which one, you read a lot of books” I sent.

I waited, staring at the phone the entire time anticipating her next text. The phone went off. “The one about the three brothers” is all it said.

I laughed to myself nervously. Oh shit, she wanted to have a threesome with these young college guys. What to type back, what to type back? I thought repeatedly to myself. Fuck it. “Are you talking threesome now?”

It took her a few minutes and my thought ran wild, was she hesitant to tell me or was she already in the act and trying to fill me in? It felt like hours, but I finally got a text from her. “Yes”

Really, one word that is all I get back! This is sort of a big deal, well to me at least. “Uh… More specific,” I texted back to her.

Her next reply seemed to come rather quickly. “Yes, do you care?” altıparmak escort The sensation in my chest began to intensify and the feeling in my stomach continued. Be careful, I thought to myself. Whom am I kidding, I wanted her to, I thought this was almost as hot as everything I’ve seen her do already. What are you waiting for, text her back and say “Hell yeah”, I thought.

I timidly replied, “No I don’t care”… I did not send that. I quickly erased it. I need something better. I needed to know more details. “What are you doing right now?” There, I sent it. Now, just wait to find out, my thoughts continued to battle through my head.

“Just sitting at the table playing strip poker and I’m losing… badly” she sent back to me.

Oh, shit! My visions of Mary sitting at the table naked, with two other guys flooded me. Well, I thought, if I do not send the OK, it will be even longer before she gets home. Then I will not find out any details for a long time. I had a new thought. “Did they ask you to have a threesome?”

Again, it took a while for her reply. Maybe it’s her turn, and that’s why it’s taking so long.

“No. I want to bring it up.”

Damn. She really is enjoying the choice she made to be a slut. Evidently the biggest slut she could be. “OK” I sent her.

I set the phone down on the coffee table, as I was sure I would not hear any more from her, until she returned home. I tried to go back to the T.V. show I had been watching, but the feeling in my chest was taking priority. Damn it, I needed a beer. I walked to the kitchen to see if we had any. No beer, I had to go to the store that could be good. A nice drive to take my mind off the events that were unfolding, I grabbed my keys off the table and headed out the door.

I decided to go to the store the next town over, to take up more time. It was easier for me to clear my mind when driving and the time did seem to past faster. I returned home at about one a.m. I had already cracked two beers on the drive and took the remaining four to the fridge. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Just making sure, I did not miss anything, even though I have been caring the phone close for about an hour.

I went through all the texts we had sent earlier. Rereading them just elevated my anticipation of her return. God, I hated the waiting. But, it was worthwhile when she returned with wonderful stories about her slutty adventures in another man’s arms.

I grabbed another beer and headed back to the couch. I flipped though several channels, as my show had gone off while I was away. Finding something decent, I managed to watch.

Several hours past, and I looked up to the clock. 3:00 and still no word, my thoughts began to jump around again. I wondered if she let them DP her. If she would suck them both off at the same time, or if she would let them both cum all over her at the same time. Fuck! I need a new show; this so was not working for me.

I finally heard her key in the door around 6:00. I eagerly jumped off the couch and opened the door before she had a chance to. “Hey” I said.

“Wow” she stepped back laughing. “Someone is excited.” She said putting her purse on the table and taking off her coat. She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

“Have fun?” I asked, trying to make small talk so not to interrogate her.

“It was an OK night.” She said walking away from me to the kitchen.

What the fuck was she doing? She was toying with me she had to be. I reached out and grabbed her arm as she passed me by. “Wait” I stammered.

She turned and looked at me with a huge smile on her face. “Yes” she asked.

“Oh come on!” I pleaded stamping my foot.

She extended her hand, inviting me to sit down on the couch. I sat; she then joined me, crossing her legs as she sat. She then looked blankly at me. It was killing me that she was not spitting out every bit of information for me.

“Did you fuck them?” I anxiously asked her, the feeling still present in my chest.

“Yes I did. Both of them, mostly together, some one on one” She said with a smile. My erection immediately began to grow in my sweat pants that I had changed into, expecting her return. The feeling in my chest intensified and started shaking slightly, my hands becoming sweatier.

I looked at her; with my eyes widened… she had just fucked two guys, at the same time. This was a first. A really hot first, mind you. This was incredible, the most trampy-iest thing my wife had ever done. God, I wish I could have watched it. “Why are you being stingy with the details?” I questioned.

She grabbed her purse off the table and began to riffle through it. She pulled out a DVD disk and handed it to me. “Adam is majoring in video editing, so he had all the equipment. I suggest we film the whole thing for you, because you like to jerk off to me and what I do with these other men.” She handed me the disk with a grin.

I görükle escort jumped off the couch and headed to the Blu-Ray player. After I inserted it into the machine, I pulled my sweats off before sitting back on the couch, my cock rock hard now. Mary began to get up, “Aren’t you going to watch it with me?” I asked her.

She looked down at me, “Why, I was there.” She said starting to walk away.

“O.K. would you watch it with me” I rephrased.

“Ray, it’s like after six in the morning and I’ve had a very extensive night of sex, I’m tired and want to go to sleep.” She leaned in and kissed me. I agreed it was late or early and that she was probably tired as hell, disappointedly I let go of her hand as she walked up the stairs.

I grabbed the remote and hit play. The movie started with a guy I did not recognize, so I assume that must be Adam. It looked like he was positioning the camera, focusing on a table. The table, I questioned to myself, not my first choice for the sex… but whatever.

As ‘Adam’ moved out of the shot, I saw Mary sitting on the table naked and John standing beside her kissing her neck while she stroked his cock. Then Adam walked into the shot, as Mary extended her hand out and grabbed his dick. She then leaned over and put him into her mouth, while he grabbed her hair and ran his fingers through it. John was now sucking on her breasts, still off to the side.

After a moment of sucking on Adam’s cock, she changed and started to suck off John while Adam began to fondle her breast and slide his hand between my wife’s thighs.

I continued to jerk my dick but slowed, as I was sure I would not last past the foreplay. I mean fuck! Two guys fucking my wife. Maybe that is why she did not want to watch the video with me; she wanted me to be surprised and knew I would have too many questions for her.

She now had two cocks, one in each hand and stroked the new guy, while she sucked on John’s. Thoughts raced in my mind, she was playing strip poker with two college guys, and losing. Then decided to fuck them both at some point, my god, this was so fucking wild!

She took Adam in her mouth as she moved her hand to John’s stiff member. He then pulled her off the table, and she got on her knees on the floor in the middle of the two. She bobbed up and down, moving from dick to dick stroking the ones she was not sucking. Goddamn, this was hot! I watched in complete awe, stroking myself all the while.

After she sucked both of them off for a few minutes, John pulled her to her feet, bent her over slightly and entered her from behind. Adam moved to the front and started on her mouth again. What the fuck, I thought to myself. Mary has just shown me a new kind of slut that she was.

I wondered how much longer I would be able to hold out before I spilled my load. I had to stop all jerking several times. They switched up and rearranged a few times. Both got a chance to bang her from behind; then Adam came closer into view and shut off the camera.

The camera must have been on a tripod, because the next scene opened with Mary lying in a bed, with one of them pumping away missionary. I could not tell which one was fucking her now, as it was just his ass, but I could see his dick penetrate my wife continually. One of them must have been just watching, as they were not in the shot, as whomever it was, plugged on.

I then realized it was John, as he stood removing himself from Mary’s pussy. Then Adam moved in and took his place. I heard Mary give out a yelp as the new guy entered her. I liked this one better, as he lifted her legs in the air, exposing her feet flopping around while he fucked her. She seemed to moan more with this guy, and I began to contemplate if she would repeat this night’s events, or even take Adam as a solo lover. Too far ahead, calm down and focus I thought.

It did not look like either of them came; they seemed to just be switching at random now. Then they pulled Mary to the edge of the bed, to the side of the camera shot, while John lay on the bed in front of her. She went down and began to suck his cock, while Adam went behind. Then Adam moved, switching with John.

Mary climbed up to the center of the bed, still at in the same camera angle. She then straddled Adam and started to kiss him while she began pumping on his dick. I then saw John come from behind and insert himself as well. That was in her ass, I thought to myself as Mary gave out a groan. She was now taking two guys, at the same time… I knew when she read that book of hers, she commented on how fun it sounded but I actually thought she’d never try it.

Then they began to switch again, John assumed the lower position and Adam started to take over on my wife’s ass. His turn was short lived as I heard Mary begin to complain that his cock was too fat for her ass, and hurt. So, they switched back.

When they each had a turn in my wife’s ass… and she had fulfilled her fantasy of being DP’d, the camera moved again. Same room, but different angle as the floor was now the focal point. They both stood over her, and began jerking their cocks. I could barely make out the words, but it sounded as if Mary was talking dirty in order to coax them to cum on her. Her face? Did she just beg them to cum on her face, both of them?

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You get home from the gym and call out to me that you are going to the shower, and you hear me mumble something back. You think nothing of it, assuming that there was something on TV.

Once you get upstairs you can smell the freesia candles burning. You glance into the bathroom and see it lit up with candles. You know I will be up shortly to join you, so you rip your cloths off and toss them into the bedroom and hop into the shower. You stand under the hot pulsating water. You are enjoying the feel of the hot water caressing your body, and you don’t even notice me coming into the shower, until that is you feel the head of my hard cock brush against your fine ass. You instinctively take a small step back and press your body against mine. I wrap my arms around you, just below your breasts, as I start to plant kisses on your neck and shoulders. I can taste the sweat on you from your work out. I’m driving you nuts as you know I’m avoiding that one spot that makes your knees buckle.

I flick my tongue across that spot on the back of your neck. As you moan I slide my hands in opposite directions. One goes up and caresses your breasts pinching your already hard nipples, and the other one slides down your stomach, across what little hair you have left, to a pussy that didn’t need the shower to get wet.

My finger is sucked into your pussy with no resistance and I lube it up with your juices. You bring one hand to the back of my head and grab my hair as my finger flicks your clit. You stop grinding against me so your free hand can reach back and start to stroke my already rock hard cock. We keep up this pace for a bit and all we hear is the water splashing and your moans. I can tell your orgasm is approaching. I leave your neck and suck on your ear.

I describe to you what is going to happen tonight and your body starts to spasm. I hold you tightly as you cum hard. When you settle you drop to your knees and start to lick the head of my cock. You taste some of that pre-cum that you love so much.

One hand is on my ass, pushing my cock deep into your throat. Your other hand is cupping my balls and pressing that soft spot. I can feel my cock swelling and the cum wanting to hit the back of your throat. I feel your finger press against my ass, but before you can fuck me and cause a flood of cum, I stop you.

“Remember baby, this is just the beginning”

I tell you to finish washing up, because I need to get something ready. Just the thought of that makes your pussy wetter. When you get into the bedroom you notice some old blankets on the bed. You don’t understand why, until you see the mini fridge. I take your towel and give you a long probing kiss that only lovers can do. When we break, you ask me what I have in mind for tonight.

“Well, we didn’t have supper so I thought we could catch up on it”

You laugh and ask me what is in the mini fridge. As you open it up, you bend from the waist, exposing you wet pussy. I hadn’t planned it but I couldn’t resist your pussy. I come up from behind and rub the head of my hard on between your moist lips. When the head escort bursa is wet enough I slide deep into your cunt. You brace yourself on the fridge and push back. With my hands on your hips we get into a nice rhythm.

All that can be heard now is the sound of my cock slamming in and out of your wet pussy. We fuck hard for several minutes, and it feels too good to stop but I pull out of you non-the-less. You groan in disbelief, looking back over your shoulder. You notice my cock covered in your juices.

“Ahh I better clean you up”

And with that you spin around and start to lick the head of my cock. You just swirl your tongue around the head, and then in one swift motion you take me deep into your throat. You give a little moan that sends shivers through out my body. With your lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, you slide back up it, taking all your juices with you. With a pop you release me from your mouth and you stand up and dart your tongue into my mouth. You take a step back and as you slowly jerk me off you ask me what my intentions are.

“Well, I was thinking about 9 1/2 weeks and thought we could do a better fridge scene”

“Really now” was all you could think of to say.

“I thought we could take turns with the food, and I’ll go first.”

I have you lay down and I go straight for the strawberries.

“I want to do my own version of strawberries and cream.”

With that I get the basket of strawberries. I suck on one to get it a little wet, and you moan when you see me. You are on your back and I am beside you on my side, my mouth at nipple level. I circle your semi hard nipples, and watch as they get harder. I drag it down your body, over and in your belly button. I trace around the small patch of hair just above your moist slit. I graze the open lips of your pussy, and you let out a groan. You are already dripping from our earlier fun, so I have no problem easing the strawberry past your swollen lips. You let out a moan of pleasure and tell me that it feels like a rough tongue. I rub it over your clit a few times, twisting and turning it, and then I put it back into your dripping cunt and move it the same way. Once it is coated in your sweet nectar, I bring it up to my mouth, but you stop me and tell me that you want first taste.

I take it up to your mouth and tease you with it by gliding it over your beautiful lips. Your tongue darts out and has a quick taste of your juices on the strawberry. Another moan escapes your mouth as you open it and beckon the strawberry in with your tongue. You slowly bite into the strawberry, savouring the combined juices. You and I kiss after that and I can not get enough of the new taste that the juices make. Your pussy and the strawberry taste so good together that we each have three.

You roll off of the bed and head for the mini fridge. I lay on my side with my head propped up as I watch you bend from the waist and shake that sweet ass at me. I reach out and gently run my finger tips over your as and down to your pussy. I slowly stroke your outer lips. You push back görükle escort and 2 fingers slip easily into your wet pussy. You continue to fuck my fingers as you look for something to use on me. I see a big grin form on your face as you find something to use on me. You have something in your hand as you quickly leave the room. You return a few minutes later with a peach cut into quarters and depitted. You have me lay spread-eagled, as you crawl between my legs you suck on one of the peaches. You bend over, our hard nipples brush against mine as you caress my lips with yours. I taste the peach as our tongues connect. You break the kiss and start to slide down my body. You have straddled one of my legs and I can feel the moisture of your pussy on my leg. As your mouth nears my nipples you run a peach over each. You suck the peach juice off savouring the taste.

You continue down my body until you reach the tip of my cock. Softly you lick the head. Circling your tongue around it. I have my hands on your head, your tongue licks up my pre cum, relishing it, and then very quickly you take me deep into your throat and slowly pull back, until just the head is in your mouth. You release my cock and grab two of the peaches. You sandwich my cock in the two halves and start to jerk me off using the peach. The softness of the peach is unbelievable, and I can feel my cum wanting out. I look down and see my cock leaking a lot of pre cum and notice it mingling with the peach juice. I can only take so much of it when I beg you to stop or I will cum. You just want to tease at this point so you just suck and lick the juices off. Once you have done that you lick your way back up my body. We kiss passionately as you lower your wet pussy onto my cock.

You break the kiss and as you slowly rock your hips you whisper in my ear.

” I know it is your turn, but can I make a request?”

You are nibbling on my ear as I stammer

” Yes anything you want.”

“Good, I want you to fuck me with a banana.”

I couldn’t believe my ears but you knew I would do anything to please you. I find a nice large firm one and bring it to you. I bend down and give your clit a few licks to make sure you are wet enough, I also give you a quick finger fuck with three fingers, collecting your sweet juices in my palm. Instead of licking my own fingers off or giving them to you to lick clean, I lube up the banana with it. I spread your swollen lips, and slowly slide the banana into your pussy. I make sure it is curved up as I push it in and you moan thanks as it hits your G-spot. The whole banana goes into your pussy.

You beg me to go faster and I do. As I fuck you hard I lean down and take one of your erect nipples in my mouth. I gently lick and suck it into my mouth, and you arch your back trying to get more of the banana in your hungry cunt, and more of your breast in my hungry mouth. I suck as much of your full breast into my mouth and then clamp down on it with my teeth. I’m not biting just putting pressure on your breast. I start to pull my mouth up bursa otele gelen escort your breast, dragging my teeth over your skin. As I bring my mouth closer to your nipple you start to buck your hips and start squealing. As I close my teeth on your nipple you scream out loud and you do something I have never seen from you. You pussy erupts and your juices start to squirt out of your pussy. My hand is soaked in your juices and you lay still, and spent. I lay down beside you still working the banana in and out of you. You slowly come back to earth and your hips start to go in rhythm with my hand. I kiss you on the neck and ask you if you are ok and if you want to continue. You turn your head and kiss me deep and hard as your answer.

I’m on my back and ask you what you would like to do now. You roll of the bed and get something from the fridge. You come back with a container of icing. You open it up and reach in with a finger and pull out a glob of chocolate icing. Instead of you using your finger to spread it on you stick your tongue out and put it on your tongue. Then you spread it all over my cock with your tongue. The feeling is intense. You coat my cock in the icing and mix it with our juices that are still on my cock. Once you have me coated in the icing you leave my cock and kiss and lick my balls. I’m twitching just waiting for you to clean my cock off. You come up my side and lick my nipple as you go. Our lips meet and your hand is milking my balls as we kiss. I love the taste of the chocolate in your mouth, and tell you so.

“Well then maybe I should get some more in my mouth then”

With that you quickly move back to my waiting cock. In one motion you take me to the back of your throat. Sucking the icing off as you allow me to fuck your mouth. I want to cum in your mouth but I’m having too much fun and stop you before it is too late.

“Please are you going to fuck me now?”

“Yes but not with what you want”

I get a watermelon popsicle from the freezer,

“This is the only way I’ll eat one of these.”

I break it in half and rub it against your clit.

“Oh God, that feels soooo fucking good.”

I slide it between your lips and then into your dripping pussy. I’m kissing you as I work the popsicle in and out of you. I leave your mouth and go down to your pussy and start eating you out, sucking on your clit as I continue to fuck you. I’m shaking with the urge to fuck you so I pull the popsicle out, giving it to you and watch as you deep throat it, as I tongue fuck you, tasting the watermelon mixed with your pussy.

I’ve had enough and pull your legs up and slip my warm cock in your still cold pussy. I’m slamming hard into you, losing myself. I’m getting closer to cumming deep in you when you beg me to fuck you from behind. Quickly you roll over as stick your sweet ass in the air. I hold your ass cheeks open and watch as my cock enters your pussy. You start to move back and match my motion, and I notice the wetness around your ass. I place my finger at your hole and slow push it in to your ass. You scream out in joy as I double fuck you. I feel your hand under you working your clit, and you start to scream as you cum again and that finally set me off as I slam one more time in you and groan as I cum in your dripping pussy. We are just spent and fall onto the bed in that position, I’m kissing the back of your neck as we fall asleep with smiles.

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You were walking between some kiosks. All around you was the newest and most creative advancement in VR technologies. Since 2016, you’ve always been a huge fan of VR. You bought some VR headset over the years, each time trying to get closer to a real Virtual world. This autumn your wife had surprised you with plane tickets and VIP pass of the biggest VR convention in the country at San Francisco for your birthday.

So here you were, drooling over all the new tech of this industry. At every kiosk there was some shiny VR headset with sales mans saying that their new startup was gonna revolutionize the market. Some had interesting software with new functionality, others were saying they had the best graphics with 4k 120 fps etc.. Even though it was exciting seeing all those new toys, in the end nothing was really mind blowing. The end of the day was approaching, and everyone was closing their stalls and packing their stuff. You decided to visit one last stall before coming back to your hotel room. Actually, it was the last stall open. The name of that small stall was “Awake VR”. You came to the stall and the only person working there was a grumpy looking chubby guy. While you came up to him, he continued to stare at his phone almost ignoring your presence. “Uhm.. Hello, are you still open?” you asked. He reluctantly looked up from his phone and went “Yes”. Taken aback because of his attitude, but still curious about the product you asked “What’s your product? What’s “Awake VR?”.

Still not seeming very interested with you he said “Well, it’s a totally new experience, once you try it you’ll know what it means to be truly awake.”. Confused by his answer you asked “What do you mean by truly awake?”. He seemed to think for a bit and simply said “It would be easier to just show. Do you want to try? But I warn you, it’s some pretty intense stuff” while pointing at the old and bulky black VR headset of his kiosk. izmir escort Intrigued by that you replied “Yes absolutely. And don’t worry, I’ve played a lot of intense games on my VR setup at home. I’m not a newbie at this.”. While getting up and picking the headset, he said “Oh well, you’ll see it’s pretty different”. He gave you the old headset. While trying to put it on, you remarked it didn’t have straps to keep it on your head. What kind of old hardware was this? All of a sudden your expectation for this product dropped, but you still went with it. “So, how do I keep this on my head without straps?” you asked while pointing at the headset. “Well you just hold it with your hands..” he responded as if that was the stupidest question in the world. So you held the device to your face and he asked “Tell me when you’re ready, I’ll start the program then”. “Ready” you replied.

The screen was still black. No sound. Nothing was happening. “Is everything alright? Nothing happening” you asked. No response. “Hello?” you asked after another silence. That was stupid, that junk probably didn’t work anyway so you took off the VR off you face. “What the hell?!” you went as you took off the device. The guy wasn’t there anymore. In fact everyone was gone from the convention that still had some people packing up a few moments ago. You looked at your phone and it was now 8:30 PM. That didn’t make any sense. A second ago, it was 7:00 pm. The confusion gave you a shattering headache. At that point you didn’t care about the guy, you just put down the device and decided to walk back to your hotel to rest and you would probably be alright tomorrow.Back at the hotel, your migraine was only worse. While sitting on the bed, you were trying to massage your forehead to relieve the pain. While doing so, you felt something weird… There was something on your head near your ear. Actually while feeling konya escort it with your fingers, you realized it was a strap that went around your head… A VR headset strap?! But you weren’t wearing one? At least you thought so! So slowly, you started to remove the headset. Doing so hurt so much that you fell back on the bed. At least you managed to take the device off, but it gave you a very weird tingling behind your ear.

After the whole ordeal, you just laid back in bed for a while. It was still painful but it was getting better, until you felt a sting behind your ear. “AAhh fuuck?” you screamed, in an oddly higher pitch than usual, while putting your hand at the source of the pain. It was wet. While opening your eyes to see your hand and what was the wet sensation, you saw that you were back home!? Also, your hand was wet with blood! You started to panic and scream “Oow! What fuck is happening!” in a distinctively higher tone. All of a sudden, you hear a male voice calling out from another room “Honey is that you? Are you alright?”. Who was this guy in your apartment? While still in panic and looking around you felt something heavy on your chest. While feeling yourself, you realized those are breasts! And downstairs… your package was gone! At that point the man you heard stormed in the room asking “What’s happening? Why do you have blood on your hands? Did you sleep with the headset again!? The doctor said last time to not do that again!”. Nothing made sense at that point. You felt very dizzy all of a sudden and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were at the hospital in a bed. Besides you were the same man that stormed in your bedroom earlier. He had a very worried look on his face. He went “Honey, you promised me you would spend less time on that device… Most of all at least not fall asleep with it still plugged in you”. All of a sudden your “memories” erzurum escort came back. You remembered that he was your husband. You remembered your struggle with VR addiction after you got your INTRA-VR implant behind your ear. Still that didn’t make any sense, those things didn’t exist… at least in your old reality… before the fat guy of Awake VR. At that point you just stayed silent for a while. The doctor came to sermonize you and ask you to stop or drastically decrease your VR overuse that was causing your INTRA-VR to bleed, all that while your husband cried because it wasn’t the first time that happened in this world.

After a night at the hospital, you came back to your apartment with your husband who had some strikingly similar characteristics to your wife of the past. You didn’t dare touch your collection of VR headset anymore. Also, you were distant at first, you didn’t really talked to him in the first week, but with time you realized that you felt the same love for him as you did for your wife. More than that, after a few days, you understood that it wasn’t only your body that changed, when you felt horny, you now lusted after masculinity… You didn’t want to ravish a feminine girl anymore. You wanted to be ravished yourself! In the morning, if you woke up before your husband, you’d watch him sleep. He was so cute.

Today was too much, you couldn’t help yourself. You played with your engorged clit and wet slit. While doing that, you noticed that your husband was starting to get some morning wood even though he was still asleep. You just couldn’t resist anymore. You started to crawl down the sheets on him. He woke up to a magnificent morning blowjob. It was your specialty after all. You did him the deepest, slurpiest BJ you could before riding him like crazy. At that point, you realized that everything was gonna be alright. After a few weeks, you had replaced your addiction with VR with an addiction for the cock of your husband, much to his delight.

Every few days, you went crazy for his perfect dick. You kinda turned into his loyal cumslut and you had never been happier. Until one morning, you felt a bit of a headache and your scalp was itchy just over your ear…

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Now available on Literotica: Becoming Monsters Book 1, Growing Problems!

Chapter 1, so a long way to go before we are done. All 40 chapters will show up here as quickly as i can format them, so look forward to returning to Honoka’s adventures with monster girls chapter by chapter as I figure out how to format everything so it fits my vision.

For right now, enjoy the story and join with thousands of people when I say to KEEP HARMONIZING!!

NOTE: I am adding in some metric measurements for my international readers. After trying to understand all the many, many different ways breasts are measured around the world, I have found a few interesting discoveries. First, as any girl will tell you, there is no perfect 1:1 size to bra system in place anywhere, so the System is really just doing the best it can under extremely difficult circumstances. Second, it looks like I’ve already been using a US/European hybrid for cup sizing, so I will continue to do that. And while band sizing is wildly different for countries, I will instead opt to make it a chest sizing and straight convert everything other than cup size into centimeters. IE, Honoka’s first measurement turns from 24AAA-20-22 into 61AAA-50-56. I will also try and catch anything in the text, but my primary focus will be in the stat boxes.

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Chapter 1: Just A Normal Girl

Never mind the sensitivity training people received nowadays, all Honoka thought at this moment was – in her best Boromir – they have a cave troll.

“Look, I know I gave you Thursday and Friday off,” Steve said, his twelve-foot hulking form hunched to push his fanged and grotesque face into Honoka’s cubical. Inhuman Steve might be, it was comically offset by his tailored white and blue striped dress shirt, suspenders and gray slacks. His expression, a look Honoka knew as his revulsive way of being sorry/not sorry, told her all she needed to know. “Buuuuttt, management needs the Gremlin Bank plans done by Monday and I need all hands on deck.”

For the hundredth time since the Change, Honoka wished the System gave her laser eyes so she could melt Steve’s troll face. Not because he was a troll but because he was middle management: becoming a troll five years ago just made him more insufferable and gave him extreme body odor. However, instead of speaking up, Honoka nodded silently and looked down at the ground, her natural anxiety keeping her from doing anything. Again.

“Attagirl,” Steve said with a tusked smile, gently slapping Honoka’s shoulder but still nearly throwing her out of her swivel office chair. “Knew I could count on you.” He trudged off, his overly large, clawed and shoeless feet stomping loudly to give the rest of the drones warning the boss was on the prowl.

Honoka turned back to her computer screen, CAD drawings of the fourth-floor basement of the Gremlin Bank stared back at her without sympathy. She couldn’t believe it. Steve was forcing her to work during the most crucial weekend of the year, the one time she asked off since the Change. She couldn’t do anything. Frozen in impotent frustration, her hands unwilling to move and get back to work. She was so mad she felt like laughing, nothing making sense anymore in the soup of her emotions.

There are three other architects working on the Gremlin Bank, Honoka thought, desperately trying to keep her mental state in check and the mistiness of her eyes from turning into a crying fit. Why do I need to give up the only time I’ve asked off, for this?

“Wow, tough cookies, girlfriend.”

Honoka glanced up, startled while she reflexively wiped a hand across her eyes. Meredeth, Honoka’s cubicle neighbor, leaned her cyclopean face over the edge of the fifteen-foot tall partition comfortably. Honoka shook her head, trying to play it off. “No biggie.”

“It is a biggie,” Meredeth replied, her deep alto voice barely keeping in the range of office decorum as she brushed some purple bangs out of her eye. “This was your chance. You’ve worked hard for it.”

Honoka couldn’t keep out the palpable bitterness in her voice. “There’s always next year.”

“Bullsh…crap!” Meredeth caught herself at the last moment, considerate of Honoka’s distaste of profanity, but Honoka heard the office hush a bit over the giant cyclops’ rise in volume. “You should complain to management. HR might see this as harassment or Racism.”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t want to cause any problems.” Honoka hung her head, letting her long black hair hide her face. Realizing she wasn’t getting any work done at the moment, she slowly stood up, posture defeated. “I gotta take a Change Break.”

“Oh, ok.” Meredeth wanted to say more, Honoka was sure, but the Change brought on too many, well, changes to let anyone interfere with what social media and civil rights activists insisted was a private matter.

Making sure to grab her canvas bag (purses don’t hold enough, and her messenger bag was pink, which made it cute), Honoka moved quickly, trying to avoid the stares gaziantep escort she imagined from her coworkers, posture slumped on her way to the restrooms. The norm of the old world gone, three doors greeted the young woman as she walked past Male and Female, pushing open the larger Changed door at the end and entering an empty unit. The Changed Room’s design was different than a traditional restroom, stalls of various shapes and sizes available, each its little private space with sinks, mirrors, biohazard disposal, harnesses, vacuum pumps and whatever else was needed in the modern era. Honoka couldn’t hear anyone so she counted herself lucky, closing the door behind her for a regularly sized chamber with only a simple toilet, sink and mirror setup.

“Welcome back, today we have a treat. Our guest, Dr. Sputenmeiker, is here to talk to us on the fifth anniversary of the Change.”

Honoka nearly jumped out of her skin, letting out a little shriek before putting her hand up to her mouth and stifling herself. It appeared there was someone else in one of the stalls, likely following the age-old corporate philosophy of Paid To Poop while they watched a video on their phone or tablet. The volume wasn’t loud, but in the otherwise silent restroom, Honoka picked up the broadcast without any other clue to whom was in here with her.

“It is good to be back, Lucy, and I hope people can forgive my appearance, I’m currently molting.”

Honoka paused, wishing they would leave soon, but the pressure increased dramatically, causing the young woman to sweat. Knowing what would come in only a few minutes, she rationalized no one would discover it was her. Taking only a moment to hang her bag on a hook in the door, Honoka softly walked to the toilet. A simple styled one – though she knew there were other more exotic pieces of porcelain in different stalls – she didn’t need a deluxe model. And besides, the greatest taboo in the world today was talking about other people’s Change. Honoka went to work removing her clothing without any more fuss.

“No problem at all, Doctor, I’m sure plenty of our viewers relate. To start us off, can you or any of your colleagues give us answers yet as to why or how the Change happened?”

For reasons of her Change, Honoka restricted herself to a peach blouse and white skirt, pants being impossible for her now. The skirt was simple and ruffled, reaching down to just above her ankles. The young woman fumbled at the clasp, trying to get it off but her hands were clammy and she felt a straining tension. Typically Honoka tried to strip before taking care of business, but she foresaw today might be more urgent so she settled for just the skirt. Finally, she unhooked the clasp and pushed the garment to the ground, exposing her Change to the cold air of the stall.

“No one knows, and nothing can scientifically explain it either. One day the human race was minding its own business, going about its Pre-Change reality when everyone in the world got hit at once with a blue screen announcing we would be subject to Levels, Classes and – as in my case and the case of nearly a third of the world’s population – a change of Race. Even now, anyone can bring up their Status and find a numerical summary of abilities and individual information. I’ve personally dedicated my life to understanding the phenomenon and I realize we as a people are barely beginning to scratch the surface of all the many options there are to explore.”

Glancing in the mirror, Honoka always felt shame whenever she looked at herself, even before the Change. Five feet and nothing inches (152cm), ninety pounds (40.4kg) soaking wet, her mixed African and Japanese heritage gave her all the wrong parts and only made her look like a mongrel freak. Black skin the color of creamy cocoa – the only feature she inherited from her father – the rest resembled her mother’s family. Long black hair straight and thin, slanted eyes and high cheekbones, five years ago she might have been able to pull off exotic even if the rest of her fell repulsively short in the womanhood department. Honoka retained the same body she had when she was ten years old, only her regular period proving she was a twenty-six-year-old and fully adult woman. Honoka knew better, she resembled her Honda grandmother only with dark skin, but the tiny women of Nagasaki looked like emaciated dwarfs to the giants of America and Western clothing sizes were laughably limited for her proportions. She wore a tween sized bra to keep her nipples in check – nothing up there needed support – and she used to buy her panties out of the children’s section – her butt and hips were so small – all the way up to the Change. Now, though, she bought her panties special-order.

“Touching on those subjects, what do you think has been more disruptive: Classes or Races?”

Ripping off multiple heavy-duty velcro straps, Honoka’s harness opened up like a jack-in-the-box. Her massive, sixteen inches long (40cm), thirteen inches (33cm) circumference black cock sprang up and smacked her forcefully in the stomach erotik hikayeleri before settling in a twenty-degree angle curving slightly upwards and aggressively throbbing in place, begging for a hole to fill. It defied logic and science, the one significant transformation coming with her Change into the Ymirian race (the other brightening her eyes into piercing cobalt blue). She called her alien appendage the Beast.

Honoka remembered that fateful morning five years ago when she was rudely awakened to the searing pain of her clit pulsing and trying to thrust its way out of her panties, building and building in size with each pounding of her heart. Screaming midst the fiery pain, her swollen glans tore through the cheap cloth like a submarine emergency blow. Today, lacking a clitoris hood, the rest of her vaginal equipment remained functional and hardly changed at all, only now stretching out of her lower abdomen was a piece of meat large enough to give some horses penis envy. The woman used to shave her pubic hair but that looked weird to her with a slab of man meat, so she kept everything neatly trimmed. And on her tiny frame, her hands barely able to grasp around her member and feel the veins pound hot blood into the thick black shaft, it looked colossal.

“Haha! Personally, I think dungeons popping up around the world brings the most disruption, including their magical economies and dangers; that’s my opinion. I know the rise of magical Classes – allowing people to become superheroes, they exhibit so much power – is thought to be the most disruptive, but unless it happened to you, I can’t think of anything more agitating than transforming into a Crow Tengu, gaining a beak and having your arms turn into wings.”

How about growing a dick? Honoka thought with some snark before she lost too much of herself to the lust. Realizing long ago how much of a mess she was about to make, she leaned over the open toilet with one hand on the porcelain tank and the other pushing down as hard as her feeble girly arm could muster, pointing the Beast into the bowl. A drop of sweat ran off her nose and hit the white lid, soon followed by others as she got to work pumping her turgid cock, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning uncontrollably. There was no teasing, no foreplay. The Beast long ago taught her she had needs, and they continually mounted. Her hand moved up and down quickly, gripping as much of the shaft as she could, the thick and engorged dark skin acting as a sheath for her pulsing penis.

“I can only imagine! Fantastical Races bursting on the scene overnight sure caused quite the stir, especially for the first year after the Change. And half the world is still in turmoil: China alone is in the middle of their second civil war, Europe may never recover. Nevertheless, it looks like things are settling down here in the States and people are getting on with their altered lives.”

Honoka’s feet curled inside sensible brown flats, pushing her up on her toes, her legs tensing painfully. The tip of her glans flung gouts of splattering precum all around, in and even behind the bowl, she retained only so much control at this point to aim. Some squeaks and groans hummed past her lips, her eyes crossing as the pressure escalated and intensified and swelled at the base of the shaft inside her second urethra. Her glans was so bloated it felt ready to explode, the pain hidden under sexual urgency.

“I go over all of this in my new book – just released today – This Isn’t A Game, But The Rules Have Changed. I think…”

With a final tightening of every muscle, her hips lunged down into the bowl, a geyser eruption of steaming, milky cum basting the ceramic. She couldn’t stop a short grunting scream from pushing past her closed mouth at the same time. All her energy drained as she shot burst after burst of her man batter. Each ejaculation felt like her entire lower body contracted in on itself before forcing her forward like she was pumping her seed into an invisible pussy. Electrical shocks ran up her whole body from the Beast directly into Honoka’s pleasure center and caused her vision to go dark as the woman wondered if this was the orgasm that would finally kill her.

After twelve shots, it slowed to a dribble, her cock going blessedly flaccid. At this point, she slumped over the seat, head on the tank while the rest of her body draped like a used washrag on the frozen throne. One thing that permeated her new life was the smell, a pungent man musk mixed with the mild flavor of honey. The spent woman lay there for at least ten minutes, too tired to do anything else but gasp for air. Honoka tasted salt and her eyes stung, the powerful AC of the building causing her to tremble while she forced herself off the toilet and leaned with locked arms on the seat to get a better view of the damage.

Could have been worse, Honoka thought, pleased she was able to get most of it into the bowl. The glistening white blobs were challenging to pick out on white ceramic, but with shaking arms, she wadded the cheap TP all corporate erotik seks hikayeleri bathrooms used and wiped everything down. It severely depleted the roll, her girlchowder containing a thickness and viscosity more in line with mucus-y yogurt. From years of experience and careful measuring experiments, this looked like a real gusher, probably around half a gallon of spunk in and around the toilet. Her average was a quart, but there were days at the beginning where she thought she might survive without regular release and her penis took matters into its own hands. The pain would knock her out and the cleanup resulted in a literal gallon or three of mess, which led to her current daily routine of three sessions a day, every day.

Toilet cleaned, Honoka pushed up on wobbly legs and proceeded into all the weird things they don’t teach in school. The futanari was a grower, not a shower, her penis limp and down to a more manageable seven inches (18cm) long and eight inches (20cm) around. She started at the base and pushed a finger along the length of her dark penile urethra, forcing out the last glop of jism she shook into the bowl. Then she carefully unclenched only one of her kegel muscles and finished the job with a short urination, a physiological process her internet research explained was necessary to keep the urethra disinfected and clear of leftover semen. Shaking it gently, the after-orgasm sensitivity stinging painfully at the tip, she walked over to her bag and pulled out her packet of wet wipes, practiced motions taking little time to tidy the worst of the sweat and blowback. Another set of wipes went on her thighs and around her engorged labia to her ever-constant frustration, panties soaked beyond repair as she shimmied them off and put them in the sink. She made a mental note that her legs needed shaving.

Not enough I struggle against the raging hormones of a teenage boy hopped up on Super Viagra, Honoka thought with a grimace, taking her time to clean vaginal juices on both herself and – to her displeasure – on her skirt and the tiled floor, I have the wants and needs of an adult woman forced to give handjob after handjob without getting her own hole filled. Honoka already felt it, placing her equipment in the special harness and wrapping the velcro into place, she would need to spend some extra special time tonight if she was going to have any chance of sleeping.

Her womanly lust had remained unfulfilled all week. Only today, since the cramps began on Saturday, was she blessedly free of her monthly river of blood and hormones, putting her pads away with a victory cry this morning. Honoka knew of women that took the Pill to lessen the pain, but the unique biology the Change gifted her left Honoka unable to use most medicines. Only expensive potions the rich and wealthy purchased might do anything, well outside of the architect’s meager budget. Which left Honoka in a mixture of pain, uncomfortable sensitivity, a desire to eat all the chocolate and being confused enough between her warring brands of lust to make her monthly visit with Aunt Flo utter torment.

Putting her skirt back on and running fingers through her hair to give herself a modicum of dignity, the black woman resigned her hair was a lost cause. Turning the faucet, Honoka sighed as she found herself planning tonight and what she needed to do while she soaked her panties and tried to save the rather expensive bit of red lace with the hole in the front for her penis. Custom clothing, becoming more common in today’s climate than five years ago, also got more expensive as demand outstripped supply.

“Guess a full-on Movie And Toys night is coming up,” Honoka mumbled, more resigned and morose than excited at the prospect. To anyone else, masturbation was fun and addicting. In Honoka’s reality, it resembled doing dishes: it needed regular repetition else you ran out of dishes or the sink suddenly ejaculates all over the kitchen and you spend half a day mopping up the mess to save your deposit.

Even if the world became a game with menus and stats and levels, it didn’t come with a tutorial. For Honoka, it took years to learn some of her rules. A self-repressed girl growing up too shy to talk to any guy, thrust into unwanted sexuality without any warning or applicable wiki, she’d learned everything alone.

She’d discovered porn.

What before disgusted a good Christian girl, now the Beast insistently pulled her into without gentleness. She acquired particular tastes. Before her Change into a different Race, she had been attracted to men and even snuck a peek or two at her cousins when they were staying at the house and getting ready for the pool her parents possessed in their backyard, so she knew what she liked. Then the Change happened. Now, the dominant lust of the Beast overrode her everything. She gained a penis and that penis reacted to the female form, the bigger the better. Big tits, big hips, big muscles, massive dripping cunts pounded by the biggest black dick – which didn’t take much imagination to replace some porn star’s tool with her own. And maybe because Honoka lacked in every womanly curve, her favorite fetishes involved growth and expansion. Breast expansion, butt expansion, giantess growth, muscle growth, growing in absolutely absurd dimensions. Whatever Honoka lacked and could never obtain, she wanted; if not for herself, then for the fictional girl she ravaged in her private moments.

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A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left his entire collection, and the business built around them, to his only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

As Nick stepped out of his last class of the week, he felt the cold wind blowing off Lake Michigan cut through his light jacket and shivered. Glancing up at the sky filled with dark clouds, he cursed under his breath. “Of course. The weather would suck on Friday the 13th.” With rain seemingly imminent and a cold, windy trek home ahead of him, Nick felt a pang of regret for letting Brad borrow his truck for the weekend. He shook it off, knowing that Janet moving in was a big step for his old friend.

The rumble of thunder in the distance made him speed up until he was nearly jogging as he reached the bridge over the river. He felt the first fat drops of rain start to fall just two blocks later. With nearly a mile to go before reaching his house, Nick decided to find shelter for a while. He spotted a green storefront with a sign reading Amorous Goods in an ornate gothic script and dashed inside.

Pausing for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room, Nick glanced around at the strange assortment of items for sale. Slowly moving deeper into the store, he walked past dusty shelves holding an antique brass lantern, several old cameras, and a battered violin. Approaching a glass case holding an old-fashioned mechanical cash register, Nick peered down at the array of coins, jewelry, and watches laid out on velvet-lined trays.

“Anything strike your fancy?” a voice rang out in the still, stuffy air. Nick whirled around, startled by the sight of a tall blonde woman approaching him through another row of shelves. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said, half-smiling at his reaction. “Looking for anything in particular?”

Nick noted her long legs encased in tight jeans and her piercing blue eyes. Desperately trying not to glance down at the sizable expanse of cleavage being displayed by her low-cut shirt, he nonetheless spotted a sticker proclaiming “Hello! My name is…Vikki” on her shirt

“Nothing specific,” Nick replied, hoping she hadn’t noticed him checking her out. “I was mostly just looking to get out of the rain for a minute.” Glancing around the store, he continued “I’ve never noticed this place before. Is it new?”

Vikki raised a sarcastic eyebrow as she ran her finger through a thick patch of dust on the nearest shelf. “Hardly. This was my weird Uncle Jason’s store. I found out after he died that I inherited his entire estate, including nine stores like this across the country. I’ve been going around to each of them, trying to get everything sold off so that I can wrap this up and get back to my real life. So, feel free to make me an offer on anything that you like. I just want to get back to my real life”

Nick wasn’t quite sure how to respond to this, so he went with the tried-and-true “I’m sorry for your loss.” He looked out the window and sighed as the continuing downpour failed to present him with an easy exit. He swept his gaze across the store once more until his eyes landed on something leaning against a wall, an old chessboard.

Taking a couple of steps towards the board, not noticing the look of bemused disbelief on her face as he distractedly wandered off in the middle of their conversation. The chessboard looked like it was made of weathered stone and Nick could see what looked like Greek letters carved along each side of the board. He ran his fingers along the word “ΑΙΧΜΑΛΩΤΟΣ”, trying to recall the lessons his yiayia had given him as a child and coming up blank.

He opened the velvet bag sitting next to the board and peered down at the ornately carved chess pieces. Pulling one out, he looked at the incredible detail on the small eagle. It felt like it was on the verge of taking off and flying around the shop. The longer he held the piece, the more a strange feeling of nervous energy swept through him.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Vikki said, her voice once again startling Nick and making him whirl around. “Supposedly, it’s from the Middle East and dates back to the 1400s. At least, that’s what Uncle Jason’s notes say.”

Not sure what to make of that, Nick merely grunted, dropped the piece back into the bag, and glanced at the price. He was surprised to see that it was just $85, particularly given its supposed age. He turned to Vikki and gave her a puzzled expression, gesturing vaguely at the tag in his hand.

“Everything must go” she responded to his unspoken question. “You want it?”

Nick pulled out his wallet to see if he had enough and found the $100 bill for his birthday last month. “Sure, probably a better use for this than gaziantep escort a bunch of beer,” he said, handing her the cash and putting the bag of pieces into his backpack. “Maybe I can even use the board as an umbrella.”

“Seems unnecessary,” said Vikki, handing him the change and gesturing at the front windows, where light was now streaming in. “Storm’s gone. Have a nice day!” she said and gently guided him out the door, shutting and locking it behind him.

Having long known that both the weather and the people around here could be weird, Nick shook off the strange encounter.

Walking up the sidewalk to his childhood home, he spotted his pickup in the driveway with a piece of paper stuck under the windshield wiper. He grabbed it and read the characteristically brief note from Brad: “Thanks for the loan. Keys in the mailbox. Beers on me.” Shaking his head in amusement, Nick pulled his mail and his keys out of the mailbox, unlocked the front door, and walked inside the spacious Victorian home that he had inherited from his parents far too early. Smelling the delicious meal he had placed in the Crockpot earlier, Nick said, “Thank God I set that up this morning. I’m too damn cold to wait for takeout.”

After hanging the keys on a hook by the door and dropping the mail in a basket by the stairs, Nick looked around for a clear surface to put his newest possession. Not finding an available surface that wasn’t occupied by textbooks, tools, or some kind of project, he opted to set it on the mantle over the fireplace in his living room.

Moving to the kitchen to serve his dinner, he set aside any thoughts about the chess set and instead focused on having a relaxing weekend full of home renovations, beer, and a good book or two. His latest ex had loudly and publicly dumped him at a restaurant two weeks ago after he resisted going to yet another drunken frat party. Screaming that he was a controlling asshole and lousy in bed, she dumped her wine in his lap and stormed out. It might have been more embarrassing if the cute waitress hadn’t taken the opportunity to slip him her phone number. Or if he hadn’t heard from some good friends that she was making out with one of her TAs last weekend while he was working on his house. Either way, Nick was able to shrug it off and move on with his life, though he wasn’t sad to be able to skip those parties on campus.

Sunday evening, Nick eased his aching muscles into his favorite chair and set his beer on a nearby table. He leaned back, lifting the recliner’s footrest, and allowed the fire’s warmth to seep into him. He had spent much of his weekend working on the wrap-around porch he was replacing on the house, and it was almost finished. Nick cracked open his well-worn copy of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods and began to re-read it for the tenth or eleventh time. Sitting in front of the fire, sipping his beer, and reading his book, he eventually dozed off.

He felt something brush across his face and started to stir, disoriented and confused. As the sleep cleared from his eyes and he was able to focus, the flickering light from the fire illuminated a face hovering upside down above him. Startled, he hurled himself out of the recliner with a shriek and stumbled to his feet. “Wha-?” he cried, articulate as ever, bewildered by the woman who had suddenly appeared in the middle of his living room.

“Greetings, mortal.” the woman said, smiling nervously at him. “I am Hestia. Thank you for freeing me from my prison.” This left Nick somehow even more confused than before, until he realized that he must be dreaming. Or hallucinating. He desperately pinched himself and, when that didn’t make the woman disappear, tried slapping himself across the face several times.

“What are you doing?” the woman cried, throwing her much-smaller body against his and grabbing his arm. “Why do you keep hitting yourself in the face?”

Feeling the warmth of her hand on his wrist, Nick wondered idly whether hallucinations were always so cute. He looked down at her, finally taking in her appearance. He was 6’3″ and her head barely came up to his shoulder. Her figure was slender and athletic, with a set of very pleasant curves. Her straight dark hair, which fell to the middle of her back, sharply contrasted with skin so pale it almost seemed to glow in the moonlight.

“I am Hestia,” the strange woman repeated, finally letting go of Nick’s arm. “What is your name, mortal?”

Hesitant to engage with his strangely realistic hallucination, Nick managed to mumble out a response. “I’m Nick. Nick Pappas. Why do you keep calling me a mortal? Are you a genie? A demon?”

The strange woman threw back her head and let out a surprisingly loud laugh. “A genie? Of course not. I am a goddess Nick Nick Pappas. The goddess of the hearth, home, and family. Hestia…” she trailed off, noting the look of total incomprehension painted across his face. “How can you not know my name? How much has changed since we were trapped in there?” She turned to stare at the old chessboard sitting on the mantle, sakarya escort confusion and dread flickering across her face.

Her stare drew Nick’s attention back to the chess set, and once again he jumped back in surprise. For the first time, he noticed that the board now had some pieces on it. Approaching slowly, Nick noted that there were four pieces affixed to the board, two white and two black, paired up in opposite corners. Turning on a nearby lamp, Nick studied the pieces, realizing that small pieces, pawns he supposed, were each in the shape of a small flame. Turning his attention to one of the larger pieces, he saw a woman feeding a log into a fireplace. He felt a creeping sense of familiarity, finally realizing that the figure looked just like the strange woman who had appeared in the middle of his living room. Staring at her in shock, everything started to go dark as Nick fainted, his brain finally overwhelmed by the bizarre situation.

Nick again felt something brush across his face. This time, as he opened his eyes, he wasn’t surprised to see the face hovering upside down above him. “I guess you weren’t a hallucination or a dream then,” he said, slowly sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

“Of course I am real. I am Hestia,” she replied, frustrated by his seeming lack of comprehension.

“How the hell did you end up in my living room?” Nick asked, finally bowing to this seeming madness.

“We were trapped in that chess set. The eight of us have been trapped there since the Siege of Constantinople in 1453,” she responded.

“Eight of you?” Nick asked. “I thought there were way more gods and goddesses in the Greek pantheon.”

“By that time, only eight of us were still interested in the human world. The rest gave up on you and retreated to Olympus. Only Zeus, Hera, Apollo, Aphrodite, Athena, Ares, Hephaestus, and I remained. We kept trying to help the humans, despite your best efforts to destroy yourselves and your planet,” she explained.

“So, what happened in Constantinople?” Nick asked. “How did you get trapped in the chess set?”

“We did not know it at the time, but not all of the gods were content to simply withdraw themselves. One faction, led by Hades and Poseidon, felt that humans should be abandoned entirely and that all Olympians should be barred from human involvement. They crafted and enchanted this chess set to imprison us and take control of Olympus. They used the chaos of the Ottoman siege to spring their trap and managed to capture all eight of us at once. We have been prisoners ever since.” This explanation seemed to take most of Hestia’s energy, and she sank slowly onto the couch, her head hanging low.

“If you were trapped in the chess set, how did you end up here?” Nick asked.

“The Fates leave strange loopholes in magical artifacts, and this chess set is no different. Each of the trapped Olympians can be freed from their prison if their pieces are exposed to an environment that aligns with their realm of influence. The more closely the environment matches the god, the more likely it is to free them.”

“So, you got out because…” Nick trailed off, casting about until inspiration struck. “Hearth, home, and family! Your pieces were put on the mantle of the fireplace, the hearth, of my family home.”

“Correct,” replied Hestia. “There is another problem, however. Once the first god is freed, we only have 16 days to free the rest, or all of them are returned to their prison and cannot be freed for another 16 years.”

“OK. So, you were freed on Saturday…no wait Sunday now, so Sunday the 15th,” Nick said, trying to do the math in his head. “So, we need to free everyone…oh shit. Of course. We need to get them out by the end of the day on Halloween.”

“Before midnight on the 16th day, to be precise,” Hestia added.

“Shit,” Nick repeated. “I…have no clue what the hell I’m going to do with any of this, but I definitely can’t figure it out now. I need sleep. Lots and lots of sleep. I’m going to bed. We can figure out what to do in the morning.” Nick turned to head upstairs before realizing he was being a bad host and turning back to Hestia. “Wait, do you need a place to sleep tonight? Do goddesses even sleep?”

“We do when we are on Earth. We can’t draw energy from the environment here, the way we can on Olympus,” she replied.

Showing her to a guest bedroom, Nick said, “Get some sleep. I don’t have class until noon tomorrow, so we can talk more in the morning.”

Before he could leave, Hestia slipped in front of him and pulled his face down for a soft, sensual kiss which left him bathed in a feeling of warmth and comfort. “Good night, my favorite mortal,” she said, stepping out of his way and beginning to remove her dress. Nick hurriedly retreated to his bedroom, falling asleep within moments of laying down.

Nick awoke to the most divine combination of scents: coffee and bacon. He stumbled down the stairs to find Hestia humming a happy little tune while twirling through the kitchen as she cooked. Nick chuckled at the van escort sight of his overly large apron swinging wildly around her each time she turned.

“Good morning, Nick Nick Pappas! You do not have much food in your home, but I have prepared a suitable meal, I believe,” she said, turning to acknowledge his presence. “Sit and eat. I am sure you have many questions for me.”

“Lots,” he confirmed. “First though, it’s just Nick, not Nick Nick. I was too confused last night to notice, but you can just call me Nick. Anyway, we need to come up with some kind of a plan to free the rest of the eight before midnight on Halloween.”

“Unfortunately, strategic planning is not my area of expertise. Your best resource for strategizing would be Athena, who is still trapped in the chess set,” Hestia lamented.

“I guess our current strategy should be to free her and then come up with a strategy. Can’t fail. How the hell do we free Athena?” Nick wondered aloud, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewing noisily. “What are her areas of influence?”

“Athena is the goddess of wisdom, warfare, and craftsmanship,” Hestia explained. “She was the patron goddess of Athens. The word ‘athenaeum’ means a library or other place of scientific or literary learning.”

“Easy enough,” Nick said. “I’ll take her pieces with me to my lecture and then head over to the library and spend some time there. I can work on pulling some materials for my capstone project while I’m there. That should take care of it, don’t you think?”

“Probably. It is wise to try several locations to make sure, since we do not have much time. What should I do while you are gone today?” Hestia asked.

Nick had no idea what a goddess should do with her free time but didn’t know how to say that without being rude. Hestia chuckled and let him off the hook, saying, “Do not worry about it. I will find something to fill my time. What time will you be leaving and when will you be back?”

Glancing over at the clock on the microwave which read 11:28, Nick jumped up and swore, shoving the last of his bacon into his mouth and garbling out “Shit! How late did I sleep this morning? I have to shower and be ready to go in less than 20 minutes!”

“Go. Take care of your tasks and I will clean up,” Hestia said, pushing him away from his plate and towards the staircase.

Twenty minutes later, Nick dashed down the stairs and headed towards the front door, shouting out, “I’m heading out! I’ll be back in a couple of hours!” He was halfway down the path before he registered that Hestia was calling out to him to wait. Turning back, he saw her rush out of the house with several chess pieces in her hands.

“Forgetting something?” she asked, grinning and raising one eyebrow.

Embarrassed, Nick returned and took the pieces from her. The smaller pieces were carved into the shape of a wise and terrifying owl, while the larger ones showed a woman on horseback, holding a banner and wearing a Greek helmet and flowing dress. “Good call,” Nick admitted, sliding the pieces into the front pouch of his backpack.

Before he could turn to leave again, Hestia stepped up to him, pulled his head down, and gave him a warm, lingering kiss on the cheek, saying, “Have a good day in class. I will see you tonight.” With that, she nudged him towards his truck, returning to the house. In a fog, Nick set out toward the University.

Slipping into his seat at the back of the auditorium in the Engineering Building, Nick set aside his thoughts of the complete madness his life was descending into and focused on the exciting world of Reinforced Concrete Design. After class, Nick hurried across the street to the library. He needed to pull some local historical books and periodicals to use as references for his upcoming project.

He was just a semester and a half from completing his architectural engineering degree and his program included a mandatory capstone project. Given his interest in historical restoration and his longstanding ties to this town, Nick had decided to put together a design for remodeling, restoring, and updating a block of the historic downtown for his project. His plans would blend the detail, craftsmanship, and aesthetic of the late 19th-century buildings with the required functionality and standards for a modern commercial district. With a list of potentially useful items in hand, Nick spent the next several hours hunting down the dusty, little-used materials.

Nick trudged through his front door, exhausted by both his library quest and the unusual turns his life was taking. As he once again put his keys on the hook by the door, Nick finally registered something strange had happened, though he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Eventually, he realized what was missing from his surroundings: all his clutter! While not a slob, by any means, Nick had always struggled with tidiness. Open surfaces quickly accumulated piles of things: mail, homework, projects, and things like that. Gazing around the hallway, living room, and dining room, however, he realized that all the open surfaces were, in fact, open again. The mail was neatly sorted and sitting in a basket near the door. His homework was laid out on the computer desk at the back of the dining room. The various projects that he had been tinkering with were nowhere to be seen, though Nick suspected they would be found somewhere sensible.

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