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“Hey there, Cherry Pie… How’s business?”

Cherry furrowed her brows and turned toward the man addressing her. Her mouth was prepped to spew forth a string of expletives, but instead lifted into a bright smile.

“Oh, hey,” she called out to the handsome young man crossing the street to meet her. “I’m off duty right now.”

The nighttime street- glistening from an earlier rain and the streetlights- was completely dead as nineteen year-old Cherise Davidou stopped, her purse slung over her shoulder. She had just gotten off work at the coffee shop and was on her way home for a quick shower before heading to her next job.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jacob said sarcastically, playfully, as he jumped up on the curb. “With that little getup, I figured you were hunting.”

Cherise- or Cherry to her customers- glanced down at her outfit and mock-grimaced. That night she was wearing her low-rider jeans and a tight, red cami with no bra. The tips of her shapely 36C breasts poked though the material, courtesy of the night chill.

She looked back up and tossed her auburn hair off of her shoulder. “Everything I wear turns you on, baby.”

Jacob smiled warmly and opened his arms. They pulled into a tight embrace, and he kissed her cheek. “So, are you busy tonight?” he whispered into her ear.

She gave him a good squeeze and pulled away, readjusting her purse strap. “Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re in luck.”

Jacob and his wife, Cassie, had been part of her selective clientele for a little over six months. Being a college freshman, trying to pay her way through school, she had a small group of discreet and carefully-chosen people that she sometimes performed favors for. The money earned from these favors was fairly good, with most of her customers part of a group of friends who were comfortably wealthy. The only problem was that most of them were also well-acquainted with the Dean of Haughton College, Mr. Thornton.

Most of them were very friendly and would never tell Dean Thornton. Jacob and Cassie Farrell were part of that group. There were, however, a few that enjoyed the leverage they held over her and used it to their advantage. Hillvale was a relatively small town, and news traveled quite fast. Cherry had to be very careful, going along with the requests and commands of those who wouldn’t hesitate to tell her secret.

“Why don’t you just come on over, and you can shower at the house,” Jacob offered.

Cherry smiled and nodded. “I really wasn’t looking forward to taking those steps anyway.”

The boarding house she stayed in- although cozy and quiet- was four stories, and her room was at the top. She’d lived on campus for a while, but when she began her favor-giving excursions she knew she needed a different place.

The two of them walked silently but briskly across the street toward Jacob’s Camry. She’d been in that car more times than she could count, and she loved the way it smelled. She loved sitting next to Jacob- who, at the vibrant but mature age of 31- was strikingly good-looking and well-built. He taught physical education at the high school, where his wife just happened to teach Senior English. They were independently wealthy, having inherited their country home and surrounding land- in addition to a hefty bit of money- from Cassie’s late parents. Cassie- who was 27- had grown up in Hillvale, briefly moving to New York when she married Jacob, a native of Albany. When her parents were killed in a car wreck a couple years before, they’d moved back and gotten on at the school.

Cherry thought the world of them both, but it was Jacob who she especially enjoyed spending time with. Aside from his voracious but generous sexual proclivities, he was an extremely easygoing and fun-loving man. They had conversations about a multitude of things during their rides to the house on the outskirts of town, and he always made her laugh.

Though it was strictly off-limits as part of her casual deal with the Farrells, sometimes Cherry gave Jacob a small preview of what was to come in the car. Cassie had expressly forbidden any fethiye escort type of sexual activity between Cherry and Jacob when not in her presence, but every now and then the two of them would give in to their desires and break the rule. Most often it would start out with Jacob rubbing her thigh as he talked. From there it would escalate to him rubbing her pussy through whatever she was wearing, and the feel of his hand on her just drove her insane with lust. He would make a deal with her- she would suck him off as he drove down the long road that led to the property, and if she swallowed his cum, he promised her some extra cash when Cassie wasn’t looking.

She could tell that night’s drive wouldn’t be one of those special ones as they fastened their seatbelts. She was in a particularly lustful mood, and she licked her lips frequently, a silent signal that she was willing to give him head. He did not make a move, though, as they drove down Main Street. He frequently looked through his tinted windows, indicating to her that he’d met someone he knew on the way to her place.

He wasn’t so nervous that he couldn’t converse. “Cass bought a new dildo Saturday night,” he said, amusement in his voice. “It’s a huge, hunking thing.”

“Really?” she asked, an interested lilt to her voice.

He nodded. “All she’s talked about is using it on you.”

Cherry chuckled. “She’s saving it for me? Aww…”

Jacob chuckled. “Yep. She just won’t shut up about it, Cherry Pie. She’s been constantly describing how she wants to stick it in her mouth and fuck you with it.”

“Mmm…” she moaned, shifting in her seat.

Cassie was a very pretty woman, very feminine and fit. She had long, raven hair that she always wore down, relishing the appreciative looks she got from the men in town. Her breasts, though not as ample as Cherry’s, were high and proud and capped with large, thick brown nipples that Cherry loved to suck. She had a trim little waist and a firm little ass, and she looked extremely hot in a pair of jeans and a tube top. The vision of Cassie’s exotic mouth wrapped around a dildo, pumping Cherry’s wet pussy with it, really got her juices flowing. She imagined Jacob laying underneath her as she rested on all fours, licking her swollen clit as she hungrily sucked on his 8-inch cock.

She sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I can’t wait.”

“Me, either,” Jacob said huskily, gripping the wheel a bit tighter. “I had to lock myself in the bathroom this morning, thinking about that tight little puss of yours.”

Cherry laughed. “Whatever will you guys do when I graduate and move away?”

“Buy a lot of plane tickets, I guess,” he chuckled.

The rest of the drive was nice, the radio playing seventies easy rock. Feeling mischievous, Cherry occasionally reached over and brushed her fingers over the bulge in his pants. She was even so bold as to offer him a handjob, no charge. He just playfully smacked her hand away from his obvious erection, telling her to be patient.

They pulled into the driveway and slowly made their way down to the garage, Jacob’s erection standing out against the bottom of the steering wheel through his shorts. As they pulled into the garage, she caressed his cock one last time. He placed his hand over hers and jerked himself a few times before cutting off the engine and unlocking the doors.

Cassie was waiting inside the door, in the spacious kitchen. She had just finished up the dishes, and looked incredibly sexy in a pair of snug jeans and a tank top. Her long tresses were pulled up in a messy bun, and Cherry fought the urge to yank those shiny locks free as the two women embraced.

“I need a shower, hunny,” Cassie said in her sweet southern accent as they broke the hug. “I’ll just go run myself through the sprinkler and I’ll be right down.”

“Cherry Pie needs a shower, too, baby,” Jacob said, cocking his eyebrow impishly.

Cassie licked her lips and smiled. “Well, I s’pose we could double up. Save hot water… How does that sound, Cherry alanya escort Pie?”

Cherry tossed her purse into one of the breakfast chairs and ran her fingers through her hair. “Sounds excellent, Cass.”

“Shall we?”

As they made their way up the stairs to the second floor, Cherry watched Cassie’s ass as it swayed in front of her face. She wanted to reach up and knead those tender cheeks, slowly sliding her hand between Cass’s legs to rub the warmth there.

“Come on in the bedroom and we’ll take our clothes off,” Cassie said, grabbing the post at the top of the stairs and swinging right.

The walked into the enormous bedroom, done in simple, country style. Cassie sauntered over to the king-size bed and began to unfasten her jeans, watching Cherry through heavy-lidded eyes. Grinning, Cherry made a show of pulling her halter over her head and tossing it in the floor at the foot of the bed.

“I love your tits, Cherry Pie,” Cassie said, bending over slightly to push her jeans down her shapely legs, still staring at Cherry. She wore no panties underneath, and her shaven pussy was slightly flared, revealing her rather large clit.

Cherry brushed her hair back and slid her hands down her neck to her full breasts, impishly cupping them and squeezing them. Her nipples puckered, and she used her index fingers to tease them. The sensation was wonderful, with Cassie’s deep brown eyes watching her.

Cassie stepped out of her jeans, pulling her tank top over her head. Cherry watched with delight as Cass’s thick nipples hardened from the air hitting her bare skin.

“Come on, hunny,” Cassie said softly, turning toward the bathroom and motioning for Cherry to follow.

They walked into the bathroom, the large showertub standing open against the wall. With a sexy smile, Cassie stepped inside and turned on the water. The spray hit her chest and she closed her eyes, leaning back and allowing the water to pour down on her breasts.

Cherry quietly stepped into the tub behind Cass and closed the door. Cassie quickly turned to face her and ran her hand over Cherry’s hip to cup her ass. “You’re mine, now,” she breathed, yanking Cherry against her.

They closed their eyes and kissed, their tongues immediately meshing together. There was no need for pretense or romantic smacking. They had been doing this long enough that they knew what they were after, and how to get there. They could do this. Although Cherry and Jacob were not allowed to play on their own, Jacob actually encouraged it between she and Cassie.

Cherry broke the fervent kiss, breathing heavily. Her hands inched up Cassie’s wet ribcage to her breasts, and she leaned forward to take one of Cass’s thick nipples into her mouth. Cassie leaned back, her eyes closed, and moaned with pleasure.

“Oh, baby…” she breathed, her fingers twining in Cherry’s hair. “I love this…”

Cherry’s tongue and lips teased Cassie’s nipple, alternately licking and sucking, as she ran her other hand down to Cassie’s pussy. She slid her forefinger up and down her slit, teasing Cassie’s clit. She was extremely wet, the warm liquid quickly washing away under the spray.

Cassie moaned louder, pressing her pussy against Cherry’s hand. She reached beside her and grabbed the soap, then slid it over Cherry’s shoulder and down her back. “Put your fingers in me, Cherry Pie,” she commanded, sliding the soap between Cherry’s ass cheeks.

Cherry obeyed, slipping first one finger, then slowly another into Cassie’s tight pussy. She wished she could hear the sound of Cassie’s juices over the roar of the shower as she fingered her. Her own pussy was alive with lust, the feel of the soap and Cassie’s fingers on her asshole.

She pulled away from Cassie’s breast with a smack, the nipple long and hard. She briefly ran her tongue over the other and sucked it, then placed her lips to Cassie’s smooth throat. “I want to taste you, Cass,” she whispered harshly, her fingers pumping steadily in and out of Cass’s pussy. “I want to suck your fat clit manavgat escort and tongue-fuck you until you cum…”

Cassie moaned loudly as Cherry began to nibble at her neck. She dropped the soap and continued to rub Cherry’s asshole as her other hand slid down Cherry’s stomach to her bald pussy. Her wet hair clung to her neck and back, and she shook it free, undulating against Cherry’s hand.

Cherry pulled back and separated herself from Cassie. She grabbed her hips and kissed her, turning her around and pushing her down on the side of the tub. Smiling, she kneeled down in front of her and gently pressed her legs apart. Cassie pressed her hands to the side of the tub to steady herself, gazing down at Cherry’s angelic face as the spray hit her, matting her auburn hair down.

Cherry leaned forward and inhaled Cassie’s scent, nuzzling her smooth pussy lips. “Your taste drives me mad,” she said, teasing Cassie’s clit with her nose.

Cassie shivered and moaned at the sensation, pressing her hips forward. She wanted to grab Cherry by her red hair and shove her face into her congested pussy. “Eat me, Cherry Pie,” she whispered, using one hand to cup the back of Cherry’s head. “Make me cum… Suck my juices out…”

Moaning, Cherry stuck out her tongue and ran it down Cassie’s slit to her wet hole, then back up to her clit. She circled the swollen nub with the tip of her tongue for a moment, then set about fervently wiggling her tongue across it.

Cassie tangled her fingers in Cherry’s hair and pressed her forward. “Oh, baby…” she moaned, her head lolling back. Her hips undulated in a rhythm like music as Cherry’s expert tongue ran laps over her clit.

Cherry had always loved eating pussy. Since her first experience with another girl in her junior year of high school, the taste and feel of smooth pussy flesh excited her, as though she were licking and sucking away at an ice cream cone. She loved the feel of a woman’s musky juices dribbling down her chin, greasing her lips. The best, though, was the sensation of tongue meeting the wash of juice as she came, Cherry’s tongue in her quivering hole.

Cassie was now rocking back and forth, side to side, grasping Cherry’s hair in her tightly-clenched fist. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the bathroom and reverberating. Cherry sucked hungrily on her hard clit, pressing two fingers into her.

Suddenly the bathroom door flew open, hitting the wall behind it. Both Cherry and Cassie jumped, pulling apart and standing. The curtain flew open, and Jacob looked in on them, chuckling. He was totally nude, and very erect.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you two,” he joked, slowly stroking his cock.

Cassie bit her lip and looked down, mock-regretful. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make it up to you by suckin’ your cock and sharin’ your hot cum.”

Jacob groaned, stroking a bit harder. “You girls clean?”

Cherry turned the water off. “Clean enough to get dirty,” she simpered.

Jacob smiled. “Oh, yeah… I’m gonna get you little sluts very dirty.”

Cherry wrung out her hair and stepped out of the tub, casually reaching out and taking over the job of stroking Jacob’s cock. She looked over at Cassie, who was stepping out on the other side. “Can I go first, Cass?”

Cassie pretended to think about it. “I guess you can, Cherry Pie. Do a good job, or you’ll be punished.”

Cherry nodded and dropped to her knees in front of Jacob. Still stroking, she looked up at him. “You gonna feed me a hot load, daddy?”

“Fuckin’ A…” He placed his hands on either side of her head. “I’m gonna fill your pretty mouth so full of cum that you choke.”

She moaned with delight, sticking out her tongue and circling the head of his cock as she pumped him. Jacob nodded and smiled, looking over at Cassie. “Come here, baby…”

Cassie slowly sauntered over to him, gently smoothing her hand over Cherry’s hair. She leaned her head back and accepted a deep kiss from her husband. “Want me to help the kid out?” she whispered breathlessly, pulling away.

Jacob looked down at Cherry, whose lips were fastened around his cock head. “Nah… She’s doing fine by herself… I have something better for you.”

He pulled Cherry away from his cock, and she playfully whined. “It’s okay, sweet Cherry,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

He put his arms around the waists of the two young women. “Let’s hit the bedroom.”

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Chapter 27- The Despoiling, pt 2

Two weeks passed after her meeting Gaia in that place that was supposed to be within her soul. During that time she learned everything she could from Catori and Tayen quickly. For some reason she felt rushed, like events and time were speeding up and she was being left behind. And the dream, the nightmare plagued her every night now.

She learned that the place she went within herself, within her soul, was a meditation void within her own mind where she could commune with her Wells of Magic. At least, in her case that was what Catori and Tayen called them. For them, for Animals in general, they were called Chi Wells though by their descriptions of what each was and did, it seemed like it was two different names for the same thing. They assured her it was not, something about resonance and magic and Chi being like oil and water, they can reside in the same containers but they will never mix.

The sphere of red sun-like fire was her Spirit Well, or Mind, and when she returned the next time she found she could sense her own aptitudes of Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma. They were all mediocre before Gaia’s boosts which oddly enough she could also feel.

The sphere of blue rippling power surrounded by seven spinning rings of water was her Well of Power, and she could sense that it was nearly as deep as an ocean, and there seemed to be two layers to it. A deeper vaster ocean that’s depths she couldn’t quite quantify, and then a shallower layer that evaporated away on a monthly cycle. The vapor would rise up, be caught up in the spinning rings of water, and condensed before raining back down onto the surface of that blue sphere to start the cycle anew.

Catori and Tayen had explained this to her in great detail. The vast ocean was her life-essence, or life-span. Any magic she used that cut into this power would irrevocably shorten her life. The shallower water was her life-force. Life-force was her own reproductive ability. Magic requires power and sacrifice, and she must be willing to pay the price for its use. She could, of course, also use life-force contributed to her from her husband or any male she was willing to breed with to obtain it. However, using her own reproductive power would render her sterile for a month while using a males life-force could result in pregnancy if not used, or miscarriage if not used quickly enough. Hlina still shook her head at that. Why would anyone use such a power if the cost was so high?

The sphere of yellow-orange power surrounded and shielded by mismatched clods of earth was her Soul Well. What she sensed here was her Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution. All of them seemed rather average until her boosts from Gaia that made her constitution seem ridiculously high.

Tayen and Catori were very interested in how detailed her meditation void was, and her sensations in the differences in her Wells of Spirit, Power, and Soul. Apparently they could only distinguish that the Spirit Well was the power of the mind while the Soul Well was the power of the body, nothing more.

Her second time visiting her inner world she found two lecterns down on the floor to the side of the massive boulder that took up most of the space in the center of the cavern. On top of each lectern was a large tome. The first one she opened seemed to be about her. Weird statistical data; her name, the names of her parents, her birth date and age, her height, weight, and even her measurements!

Thank goodness! She was eighteen, but why the hell did she need to know she was six foot two inches tall, or a hundred and fifty pounds? She could have lived the whole of her life happily never knowing her weight! And why in the world did she need to know that her measurements were thirty-six, twenty-eight, forty-three, and that she had b-cup breasts? She didn’t need to know that! No one needed to know that!

Then there were her titles. Daniel’s Mother. Mother of Gaia’s Champion. World Traveler. Alleged Demon Child. Alvas’ Blessing. Wild One. Bounty Hunter Killer. Forest Shadow. Avenger of Blood. Wolf Stalker. Earth Daughter. Espowyes’ Bride. Lady of Wolves. Gaia’s Oracle. Some of them, nearly all of them gave little boosts toward her Charisma. Either toward a specific person, or people, or just a general boost.

The tome on the second lectern seemed to be a book of spells, skills, and abilities. Flipping through its pages taught her more about what she could do than what Catori or Tayen could explain or teach. In truth, the dokkalfar religious traditions may have included priestesses and shamans she did not know, but all of her abilities had a very shamanistic flavor to them, such as: Zephyra’s Lighting. Zephyra’s Storm. Zephyra’s Mark. Brigid’s Strike. Brigid’s Lash. Brigid’s Mark. Gaia’s Landslide. Gaia’s Molten Fury. Gaia’s Mark. Lauma’s Rest. Lauma’s Entangling Roots. Lauma’s Glade of Rejuvenation. Lauma’s Balm.

They all looked interesting and very helpful, but as she examined the spells she gümüşhane escort noticed that she could only use three of them; Zephyra’s Lighting, Brigid’s Strike, Lauma’s Balm. It made her wonder why. If she was Gaia’s Oracle, then why couldn’t she use Gaia’s spells first?

It was a question that still plagued her.

When the nightmares came again, it was more regular and worse, if such a thing was possible. It came to the point where she was waking up with screaming terrors. She woke Chenoa and Espowyes until she finally gave up on sleeping. Three days without sleep and exhausted, she finally told Tayen and Catori about her dreams.

“It sounds like a spirit vision,” Tayen said as she mulled over the details of the dream.

Catori nodded before adding, “I think you must follow this dream. Walk the path your dream is leading you in. Otherwise the nightmares will never end.”

“And there could be dire consequences,” Tayen added with a nod of finality.

She sighed in resignation and nodded. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was follow her nightmare down into that dark dank cave.

—-(!)—-

Two more weeks to prepare for her trek to investigate the cave, and in that time Chenoa gave birth. Two boy cubs and two girl cubs. They were so beautiful. All four were a spectacular mix of father and mother. Espowyes named his sons Bidaban and Hotaama, the names meaning ‘He was born at the breaking of dawn’ and ‘He is gray-brown’. Chenoa named her daughters Awendea and Hinto, ‘She was born early in the morning’ and ‘She who has deep blue eyes’. Everyone celebrated Chenoa’s safe delivery and the children’s successful births for the next five days.

Five weeks after Hlina’s meeting Gaia, she found herself leading Espowyes, Wanageeska, and two of the chief’s counsel, Ahote and Enyeto, to the tree where Alvas was buried. They had already seen and left behind the small cave where she grew up and lived for fourteen years. After months of nightmares, memorizing the quickest path from the Howling Forde Lupus Den back to her cave had been simple. It shortened the trek drastically. It irritated her a little how much shorter it had taken to reach her cave than how long it took her to find the Howling Forde Lupus Pack in the first place.

“Your mother was a strong and courageous woman,” Wanageeska said as he knelt in front of Alvas’ headstone, “I wish I could have known her.”

Espowyes and the others nodded agreement.

“Thank you,” She mumbled as she knelt down on both knees and put her hands to the earth above her mother’s remains.

Everyone remained silent until she stood up again, and then it was Hlina that finally led the party away with noonday sun high overhead. Not that they could tell really, the sun was completely obscured by the dense foliage of the forest. It was well into the evening when they came upon the old campsite where she killed her mother’s murderers. Nothing remained there now but bones partially covered over by dirt, leaves, and pine nettles.

Espowyes walked the old campsite with Hlina as she told him the story of what happened. He nodded along, but then shook his head in astonishment that she had only been ten years old. That night they slept beneath the same large tree she slept under so many years ago. Early the next morning, with the sun just cresting over the mountain peaks they set out again, this time north and east.

Five days later they stood just within the edge of the forest letting its deeper shadows hide them as they looked out across fields of pasture, corn, hay, and wheat. Though she was only two, Hlina had very clear memories of the forest coming right up to the village when her mother took her and ran. Now, the forest had been cut back a mile or more from the edge of the village and the roots removed to make the farmland before them. Hlina didn’t know much of her dokkalfar heritage, but she knew enough to know that this was not her people’s way. They lived in harmony with the forest, or so her mother had taught her.

“We can not go any closer to the village,” Wanageeska whispered as he peered across the vast open fields being worked by tired looking dokkalfar women wearing baskets on their backs that offset large pregnant bellies, or a pack in the front to offset wraps that held babies on their backs, “If we go any closer we will be seen, and once that happens there will be killing. Bad business killing Primes, even when they deserve it!”

Hlina nodded before replying, “If my dreams are correct, then we don’t want to go anywhere near that village anyway. Follow me. I have traveled this path many times in my dreams.”

It was another hour to skirt around the village and remain unseen, then they were running further north. To Hlina it felt like she was walking through her dreams again, deja vu was an ever present shadow looming in the back of her head. She walked through forested hatay escort mountain valleys until they reached a place she had seen a hundred times or more. A valley floor littered with the remains of men. A few bones showed here and there, sticking out of the ground. In her dreams the bones were always on top of the ground in full view. She wondered at the differences. As she saw them now she could tell they must have sat on the valley floor, exposed to the elements and grown over for the last twenty years or more. What was the significance in the differences between dreams and reality?

“The significances is that those bones were the bodies of your forefathers,” A raspy voice suddenly spoke directly inside her head, “The men that came to your mother’s village later and offered their help in return for taking your mother, her mother, her mother’s mother, sisters, cousins, aunts, and friends as their wives and women. They killed the men of your village all so that they could manipulate your foremothers into accepting them, does that not make you angry? Does that not make you hate?”

Hlina froze in place as soon as the voice spoke inside her head. Espowyes, Wanageeska, and the others came to a halt and stared at her. Espowyes was the first to ask, “Are you well my love?”

Hlina’s mouth opened but nothing came out, the voice was speaking to her again, “If those men had not killed the men of your village then your mother would have married a different man. You would have been born a full human, or maybe, not at all. Your father would not have tried to kill you. Your mother would still be alive. Does that not make you angry? Does that not make you hate?”

Espowyes took Hlina’s hand in his and her grip tightened immediately. Overcoming her surprise, she was finally able to formulate a coherent thought out of all of the images flitting through her mind. Some were hers, others were transmitting into her mind just like the voice.

“Of course it makes me angry,” She answered so everyone could hear. Espowyes looked at her askance but Wanageeska held up a hand to forestall his question, “Of course I hate those men. How could I not? But I can not do anything about the past. I have new people now, and that is all that I need.”

“Then,” The voice hissed in a half scandalized tone, “Daniel means nothing to you now? He dies, that fat cow deceives you into dying too, supposedly so you can reunite with your son, she deceived you into letting her mark you as hers, and now, what? You don’t care that she is using you? Or, that you might never reunite with your… Daniel?”

She could feel whatever entity was talking to her in her head, flitting around in her memories, trying to use them to manipulate her. Grimacing, she looked at Espowyes and Wanageeska and said, “We are close. Whatever is in the cave is evil. It’s talking to me in my head. Trying to manipulate me. I think we must kill it.”

Espowyes and Wanageeska nodded solemnly, and they all spread out as they marched on toward the lair of the voice she could distinctly feel was absolute evil. The feeling it left in her head felt like black oil. It kept taunting her, and she ignored it.

Wanageeska gave hand signals as they prowled the last miles to the cave. Hlina may have led them here, this may be her expedition, but now that it turns out there might be fighting to do Wanageeska, the chieftain, the alpha, was in charge. When they were a hundred feet from the cave it didn’t stink like it had in her dream. It didn’t look as ominous either. It made her blink in confusion.

Wanageeska made the hand signal for everyone to move in. Men first. She was to wait until they cleared the cave or returned and signaled it was all clear. Wanageeska led the way and disappeared inside the dark maw of the cave first. Espowyes followed and then Ahote and Enyeto. Time seemed to drag by. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. When the sun had finally settled on the tops of the trees on the western mountain peaks Hlina hissed. She was supposed to leave. Run away as fast as she could. Go find help, if they didn’t return.

But where could she run? Where could she find help? Besides this was the calling of her dream. Her nightmare.

Growling as she tried to stomp out the fear that nearly made her legs turn to jelly, she started towards the cave. Darkness enveloped her. She walked deeper. Air swirled around her. It almost felt like creatures were moving to surround her but they neither touched her nor made a sound.

“Welcome, child of Gaia,” The deep rumbling voice grated in her head so powerfully that she staggered and fell to her knees, “Everyone thinks that Gaia is the mother of all things living, and, to an extent, that is true. But life is an expression of the power of the Creator. Gaia is merely the conduit through which he works…”

There was a long pause that left her shaking and her head throbbing before it continued, “Gaia is a conduit. If the Creator is ısparta escort the personification of life, then I am destruction. I am the personification of death!”

Another long pause before it bowled triumphantly, “And you, you will be my conduit through whom I work!”

Hlina screamed.

Eight sets of clawed hands grabbed her arms and legs and stretched her out spread-eagle over the blackness.

“Espowyes! Wanageeska! Ahote! Enyeto!” She screamed as she wriggled and fought, “Run! Run away!”

Something slimy touched her lower back just above her buttocks, then again on her back behind her heart, and lastly the back of her head. There was the faint sensation of a net of utter darkness being cast over her Wells of Spirit, Power, and Soul.

Darkness consumed her…

—-(!)—-

Darkness receded. It was a dream. No, a nightmare, but it was over now. Tears burst from the corners of her eyes and filled her eyelashes before running down the sides of her temples and into her long curly black hair. The nightmare was so real, it had been real!

Memories plagued her groggy mind. Memories of hundreds of human men, dokkalfar women, and mixed children dead. Torn to shreds. Ripped apart with arms or legs torn off and laying upon the ground several feet from torn and disemboweled bodies. Those that didn’t die were diseased and moved with the rigid slowness of near death, but not quite. Animal dens, burrows, and villages flickered through her mind like a movie run in fast forward. Most of what she saw, she had no idea of what animal species the hybrids came from, and then came the memories of the attack on her own Howling Forde Lupus Pack. Men fighting and dying. Women and children running and being caught and dying or becoming part of the diseased.

She felt her stomach heave and she had to turn her head and puke. There was a faint glimmer of hope though. A small memory. A sight of Chenoa and her mother with babes in arms running, disappearing into the forest. Hlina hoped, oh goddess she hoped, that more than just the few she saw had gotten away. She opened her eyes, they cleared, and she saw… the most brilliant emerald eyes she had ever seen in her life.

“Hello,” A concerned looking chestnut face said warmly. He smiled shyly as he brushed long golden hair out of his face and behind an ear before he continued, “I’m sorry if you find this situation reprehensible, but you were near death and my only way of healing requires… intimacy.”

It was only after he said it that she realized that he was… naked. Looking down her body she saw that she was too, and he was on top of her. Her small breasts were still just large enough to press against his chest, she could feel the rhythm of his breathing in the way his belly moved against hers, and she could feel… a fullness… inside her and between her thighs.

Her eyes opened wide and she started to scream and push him away before her body went rigid and darkness swept in again.

—-(!)—-

It was done!

Grimacing, I pushed myself up and withdrew from the Oracle of Gaia. She was a very beautiful woman, and the horror and outrage in her face when she realized what happened! Shaking my head, I vowed to never do such a thing again. Well, after Tampa, I thought as the young diseased bos’taurine girl came to mind. Hopefully Glenna was able to cleanse and heal her, and I wouldn’t have to do this again.

Standing up, I reached into myself and found the Book of Transformation and focused on the shape I wanted to take. Quebracho grew and shifted new woodland fiber clothes into an alfari-style as my body took on the shape of a hybrid-fox.

“Shahad! Coella!” I called, looking at both.

They hadn’t gone far after I defeated the four shadow wolves and the strange other world shadow that seemed to be half in my world and half in some other dimension. After banishing the shadow creature back to wherever it came from. The Oracle of Gaia collapsed. I collapsed as well, exhausted by the sheer amount of magic surging through my body from Seline. A few minutes later when I awoke, it was with my head in Coella’s lap while Shahad knelt over me giving me kisses laced with honey nectar.

They nodded at my call and I continued, “Run back to the den ahead of me. Make sure that the bears don’t need help at the southern wall. I will take this woman to the infirmary, and check on Huxian.”

They nodded again and raced away. One flying two feet above the ground as insect wings beat the air behind her so fast that they were nothing but a blur, the other running so fast that her long furry white legs were a blur as well.

Tired, I moved much slower. I still felt drained despite the honey Shahad shared with me. Picking the dark skinned woman up I was surprised at how solidly built she was. The walk back was… exceptionally tiring. Upon reaching the makeshift hospital I laid the woman in my arms down on a pallet and searched for Huxian. When I found her she already had a baby suckling on each breast. I gasped!

“Move aside and let us work,” A surly old bear mother growled as she pushed me aside and placed her hands on Huxian’s belly. A warm glow enveloped her hands. I could tell it was healing.

“What’s going on? What’s happening?” I demanded as my confusion steadily turned into concern, and then dread.

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“So you say, you had a succubus sleep with you whilst your wife was next to you in the very same bed?” The knight had to confirm the strange story he just heard.

“Yes, exactly. It was terrifying to say the least,” the man said, sweating, his wife standing right next to him giving her husband the stink eye.

“But it’s fine,” his wife piped up. “The witch in the woods gave us a cure. A simple banishing powder, salt and dragon’s blood she said.”

“It’s curious how she can banish them so easily,” the knight replied. He had heard rumours about this town even when he was working at the King’s Guard some months ago. Everyone found it odd how there were reports of the little she-demons in great numbers in such a small vicinity. The knight, Sir Silas of the Great Northern Kingdom, was unconvinced that this was some kind of natural occurrence. His friends back at the barracks were convinced it would be some kind of curse bestowed upon the town.

“Yes but she really is a blessing upon the town,” the wife informed Silas, who was just passing through the town. He did not realise this was the succubi town he had heard about in the rumours.

Not all places were as fond of magic as this one was, and Silas took no issue with it either. He did find this succubus situation quite peculiar, though. As Sir Silas roamed the town, a natural extrovert, he spoke to many men and women alike. A fair few of them, too many to be a coincidence, had this issue with succubi seducing their men. The knight travelled through many lands, there were few places he had not explored. And never once in his journeys has he experienced such a high concentration of succubi.

What did the succubi want with this town? None of the men were particularly good looking, or smelled good for that matter. It’d be different if they were all gorgeous laying on beds of roses. Or rich, or powerful. Sailors, warriors, those types. But these were just ordinary men. Silas wasn’t sure if succubi had standards but it made sense in his mind that they would.

The witch had been mentioned a number of times and the knight finally asked if the witch was charging them anything for the cure. And it was merely pennies worth, just enough to cover her materials really. But he followed the trail further, he wanted to meet this witch. This town’s lord and saviour so to speak.

A young man led the knight to the woods, down the natural pathway and toward the witch’s cottage. It was strangely picturesque, not what you’d picture to be a witch’s home. There were potted plants lined up out the front. Flowers pouring out of them, like waterfalls. The house was bursting with nature. They were spilling out of the brim of every window.

The young man excused himself and Silas was left alone. Silas approached the door as the boy disappeared before knocking. The sound of glass and metal clinking and clanking was heard before a stumbling woman came to open the door.

Silas gazed down to see the witch. A rather young woman, with caramel coloured hair bleached from the sun flowing down her back at every angle. Her sun kissed skin and deep amber eyes didn’t scream witch to the knight. But nevertheless this was her.

“Are you the witch?” He questioned.

The witch frowned up at Silas.

“Yes, how may I help you?” Her tone was wary, there were no knights in that village. He must be a traveller or a foreigner.

“I came to discuss the succubi tuzla escort problem the township seems to be having.”

Her eyes widened at the sound of this. Regaining her composure, she motioned for the knight to enter.

“Oh, come in, come in. Yes, it’s been a big issue for the town, they’re everywhere these days but it’s okay I’ve been helping every single one of them. It’s a simple banishing spell really,” the witch reassured.

She took a seat at a small wooden table in her main room, but the knight insisted on standing, to stretch his legs.

“You know in all my travels I have never seen so many afflicted men in one place.”

Silas wanted to gauge the witch’s reaction but she simply nodded almost as if she was agreeing with him. His eyebrows creased in the centre. She was a strange woman. Although, he couldn’t help but notice the curves of her body beneath her thin dress. It had been months since he bedded a woman and she was not what he was expecting when he heard of her.

“Yes it’s a strange occurrence, I only wish I could help more.”

Silas left from his spot and began to walk around her small cottage. The witch watched him like a hawk.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he said.

“You didn’t ask,” she snapped back. “Lena.”

He looked at her for a moment, “Silas,” he offered his own name.

“Silas,” Lena said, feeling his name in her mouth. She continued to watch him snoop, feeling powerless to do anything about this magnificent brute in her home. She bit her plump bottom lip as he got just too close to her things. She couldn’t have him figuring it all out.

Lena stood up to distract him, anything to stop him, but it was too late. He found her book of shadows, open to the pages of summoning.

How to summon a succubus was right there. He picked the book up and brought it over to her, slamming it on the table.

“What is this?” He growled at her, making her reel back from him.

“It’s just some light reading, I wouldn’t look too deeply into it…” she tried but Silas was already convinced she’d been summoning the succubi. And she was. He loomed over her small body, his face pulled into a scowl. Lena stared back at him, attempting to feign innocence.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, grabbing her thigh, and squeezing. “I can tell when witches lie.”

“Oh?”

“Why would you do such a thing to a town that cares for you?”

As he glared at her she tried to find the right words, or the right lie. But it was no use and she split at the seams within moments.

“I just wanted to feel needed. I swear I just did a few but then they kept multiplying, I had that page open coz I was trying to work out how to reverse the spell…” she tried to explain.

An anger grew inside Silas that he didn’t quite understand. At the depths of that anger laid a pure arousal he could not quell even if he tried. She seemed so small in comparison to him and that made it all so much worse.

“Even if that is true, you must be punished for your initial wrong doings,” Silas finally said. Lena gasped at that and reeled back. Silas removed his sword belt and dropped it.

“What’re you doing?” she gasped.

Silas didn’t say a word he reached for her waist even as she kicked and screamed before throwing her over his shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” She screeched again. “Please don’t hurt me…”

“You pendik escort said you wanted to feel needed, and I can’t make any promises.” Silas finished his statement off by giving Lena a rather hard slap to the ass.

Lena’s mind was in disarray. It must have been a year since she had bedded a man. Here a man was, holding her over his shoulder, laying his hand against her round ass. The sting of his palm shot a bout of arousal right through her centre. She wanted him but there was no way she would admit it. The fire that brimmed in his eyes kindled a flame inside her body and woke her up.

“Where is your bedroom?” Silas demanded of her.

What was he planning on doing?

“You can just put me down, because there is no way–” Silas slapped her again, cutting off her speech. Lighting fired through her.

“You best tell me where it is. Or perhaps you’d prefer I took you outside exposed your rear to the forest?”

“Fine,” she gasped. “It is through that door.” Lena pointed at the only door in the cottage, besides the front door. Silas rubbed his hand over her behind as he carried her over to her room. He pushed the door open and dropped her onto the bed.

Without warning Silas came over Lena, ripping her dress right off her body. She was starkly naked. Her cheeks turned red in an instant as she realised how exposed she was.

“No undergarments, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Silas stirred in his trousers. He was hard as a rock before he even took her dress off and now there was no going back. He pulled his cock from his pants. Lena’s eyes fixed in on his long hard member. Her gaze flickered back to his after a long moment passed. He stepped forward until his knees hit the bed and he could easily reach Lena.

“What’re you going to do with that?” Lena teased him. In reality she wanted to fuck him. She needed it.

Silas grabbed her by the long hair and led her onto her knees. Her bed was low enough that she didn’t even need to be on the ground to reach him comfortably.

He pushed his cock into her throat, choking her. He pulled out, and repeated himself over and over. The witch’s eyes were watering, and the knight gazed down at her.

“Do you enjoy feeling needed?” He growled.

This was in direct contrast to how he wiped her tears away with the back of his hand. He was gentle with her despite everything and Lena was not only relaxed but aroused in his hold.

“Yes,” she answered barely above a whisper before she slid her mouth back over his hard cock.

He continued to lead her, holding her hair in his tight grasp to control the pace of the experience. Once he decided she’s had enough he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Silas reached down and picked Lena up. She was not used to being man handled in such a manner but before she could even protest he had already positioned her how he wanted. With her ass hanging over the side of the bed and her head down against the mattress.

“Remember, you must be punished for your actions,” Silas said. A shiver passed through her body, what could he mean by that?

“I thought you just punished me?”

“No, I was showing you what it is to be needed. I’m going to punish you now, and it’s going to hurt,” he told her and she heard him removing his belt.

Lena felt fire go through her body as the first hit landed on her ass. It maltepe escort was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It came again, and again until she was gripping the sheets. Panting. The fire hurt but it also warmed her insides. She felt a wetness trickling down her inner thigh, which didn’t go unnoticed by Silas. Up until this point her arousal had been somewhat mental, now her body was working against her. He grabbed her by the hips and spread her legs, wiping her wetness off her thigh with his fingers before he presented his hand to her.

“Is this what usually happens when you get punished?” He demanded.

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been punished,” she wanted her voice to come out snarky but it came out breathy and honest in her exhaustion.

Silas shoved his fingers in her mouth and demanded that she suck on them. Lena obliged him but within a moment she bit him, eliciting a long string of curses. She wouldn’t let go and he pulled her hair back. She could just imagine his angry face behind her.

Silas positioned himself at Lena’s entrance. He rubbed his cock up and down the length of her glistening slit. Lena’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she tried to stop herself from moaning too loud. She didn’t want to boost his ego needlessly.

“God,” Lena mumbled. At that moment Silas pushed his thick length deep into her loins. She reeled lurched forward as she felt her body filled. Silas groaned and took Lena by the hips dragging her back against his cock. She could barely believe his size as she felt a pressure all the way up to her abdomen before she adjusted to it.

Lena settled into the rhythm as Silas fucked her, she matched him pushing her hips back with each thrust.

Silas was aggressive. He had so much pent up inside him and he was taking it out on her, pushing his fingers into her round hips as he drove himself harder and faster with every thrust.

Lena arched her back as she felt her body contracting around his thick cock. She couldn’t hold back any longer as the pleasure that built up inside her was all too much. She screamed out to any deities that would listen to her cries of pleasure, gripping the sheets until her sun kissed knuckles turned white.

Satisfaction settled deep inside Lena’s body. This was the last thing she was expecting when she woke up that morning.

Silas continued to slam his cock deep inside her. He was nowhere near finishing. He was enjoying himself far too much to let it be over so soon. Lena’s mind spun in pleasure as she came down from her high but soon after her body rolled into a second orgasm against her will. Lena squeezed herself around his cock as her orgasm took over her body. Silas couldn’t hold it any longer he picked up his pace and before finishing deep inside her.

Their breaths mixed in a cacophony of exhaustion. Silas dropped on top of Lena before rolling over and pulling her atop of him. She buried her face in his neck as satisfaction swelled inside her. She didn’t realise how lonely she felt in the cottage until this moment. She gripped Silas like he was her lifeline.

In silence Silas lifted Lena and she pointed her bathroom out to him. He put her in the tub and helped clean her before slipping in behind her soon after.

They finished bathing and dried off. Silas dressed but Lena didn’t bother. She walked him to the door naked. Silas bent down and buried his face in Lena’s neck and shoulder. He nipped at her skin and new found arousal shot through her body.

“If I hear you are causing problems for the townsfolk again, I’ll be back to punish you some more,” he said.

Fear shot up Lena’s spine but it was mixed with anticipation and arousal. She was not planning on causing any more issues, but now, now she wanted to.

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It was a casual, giggly remark that set the ball rolling I think. A silly, throw-away sentence that must have stuck in my subconscious mind that sunny afternoon as I lay in the back garden, soaking up the rays of the all too absent sun and reading my girlie magazine.

Pondering whether to try a new nail varnish that was supposed to never chip, I heard a squeal from over the fence of my next door neighbour, where Tina, a nice if a bit giddy young nurse that my daughter had nicknamed Miss Tits, due to her ample curves, was entertaining another new boyfriend. For some reason, her giggles turned to shushed whispers, so the guy was obviously in attendance as opposed to on her mobile phone that hardly leaves her ear.

Whatever she’d whispered was completely ignored though as I heard heavy footsteps toward the fence before he stated quite deliberately:

“So, who wears those next door then?”

More giggles and shushes followed and I heard her slap him and say, “What about these, you should be asking.”

He wasn’t to be diverted though and I suddenly realised that he was talking about my washing on the line that mainly consisted of our thongs, bras, stockings and tights.

I didn’t know where to put myself as he complimented my daughter and me on our choice of underwear and voiced his opinion on many of the tiny items pegged along the line.

“They’re only tiny little bits,” said Tina a little defensively. “And they haven’t got these for you to play with either.” She said seductively, and I could imagine her lifting her top or placing his hands on those soft round globes, letting him need the flesh and tease her nipples out. “Anyway,” she continued with another stupid giggle, “you’d split them in half with that thing.”

As she said this, I heard him grunt something like, ‘Come here’ and noticing a sliver of a gap in the fence, I placed my mag’ on the lawn and eased myself over to where I had a good view of her showing off those tits to him until the poor guy could stand it no more and her pushed his hands up her tee shirt and pulled it and her black lacy bra up and over her head in one violent motion.

Her giggles had gone by now, replaced by a look that was more akin to fear as he began to need those giant orbs in his huge hands and pushing her back, bent to suckle the soft flesh, biting and chewing her tits until her nipples stood out like organ stops.

“Oh Rod no”, she gasped, frantically looking around to make sure no neighbours were having a free show, but he was having none of it and scooping her up in his arms he lifted her easily and pulled off her big knickers, flashing her pink slit to the world as he carried her inside, back-heeling the door shut with a slam.

It wasn’t long before her muffled squeals and cries could be heard from her bedroom.

‘you’d split them in half with that thing’

Half an hour later, her cries reached a crescendo, then all was still, aside from me, for I still had my hands working away vigorously inside my bikini bottoms, the sight of his bulge burned into my mind and I must have had at least five good quality cums before I collapsed back on my sun lounger, exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

“Mom……..mom………….MOM!” said my daughter Becca as she shook me. “You’ll get sun burned if you’re not careful.”

She was right of course, even though I have a Mediterranean complexion, I am not immune from burning. She was also a good enough daughter to not mention the fact that my right hand was still deep inside my tiny bikini bottoms or the thick, white pussy cream that was still leaking from my exposed and swollen slit. Oh God!! How am I going to look her in the eye over dinner?

Inside Becca had begun dinner and I watched her bend over to get some karabük escort salad from the fridge, her mini skirt she’d changed into after work riding high up her slim, stand alone thighs and exposing her tiny bum and G-string panties.

‘You’d split them in half with that thing’

Oh God, I shook my head and tried to concentrate on food, not his bulge, not her cries, not his obvious enjoyment of our sexy underwear on the line. Just because that bitch doesn’t look so good in skimpy underwear………

………………..”Mo-om!”

“Sorry hun,” I stammered, “what is it, baby?”

“Salad dressing,” adding, “for the fifth time.”

“Oh gosh,” I gasped, “sorry, bottom shelf, new bottle.”

Ten minutes into a light, prawn salad, Tina’s gasps and cries began again and this time it was even louder than outside. Now his manly grunts were audible too, and after trying to continue our girly small talk for a while, Becca eventually burst into a fit of giggles and to my utter shock mentioned casually:

“No wonder you were in such a state, mom.”

“Wha…..What?”

“You know,” she smiled brightly, and cut her eyes to a point beneath the table.

I was speechless and I felt my mouth open and close like a goldfish.

“He is a bit of a hunk though, isn’t he.” She said with a wink. “He was inside her all last night when you were at Aunt June’s too. I was in the same state as you were earlier.”

“OMG, I never knew you….”

“I am nineteen mom, I can vote and drink and do anything I want to.”

“Yes but…..”

“What do you think of my skirt?”

“Well it’s very short.” I half gasped.

“That’s because I turned the hem up even higher,” she giggled. “I borrowed a DVD off of Tina Tits last night, and did it while I watched the movie.”

“What are you up to, Becca?”

“I don’t see why I can’t show myself off to him, get his attention too.”

“But…”

“But nothing mom, he was checking me out last night in my tight jeans, he’s going to love me in this.” She smiled and chewed her bottom lip. “Especially now he’s seen our underwear on the line.”

“So that was why you spread them out like a show!” I laughed.

“Oh yeah! I want him to see what his prize comes wrapped in.”

“Hmmm,” I found myself purring. “She got really defensive over our undies. I could hear her trying to get his attention.”

“Really!?”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t having any of it. I think he just stood there, he was definitely enjoying the sight. She ended up having to get her own tits out to lure him back.”

“How many times has he taken her today?”

“At least twice including this time.”

“She goes on her shift in half an hour. You can help me take it round if you like?”

“Or you could invite him round here, help us with this wine?”

“Mom, you horny slut.” She slapped my arm playfully and we both giggled like school girls.

An hour later we heard Tina pull off the drive and go to her job at the local Hospital.

Becca had been like a cat-on-hot-bricks for the last half hour, worrying that Tina might have changed her shift or was just too tired out from his attentions to get out of bed.

She hadn’t been gone five minutes when Becca slipped off her flip-flops for blue four inch sandals and pushed her 34B tits higher inside her padded half cup bra. For some reason, she paused at the doorway and turned to me, said ‘wish me luck’, and leant into me, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly parted, and we kissed open mouthed and I’m embarrassed to say; I pushed my tongue gently into her mouth where it danced with hers for only a few seconds, but felt like hours. Whatever, as she left the room, I squeezed osmaniye escort my thighs tight together and a tiny orgasm punched out from my tummy and soaked my third pair of panties today.

Becca came back five minutes later distraught. She’d arrived just as he was going out the door to a waiting taxi. Thanking her, he’d taken the DVD and skimmed it into the lounge before walking her back down the path and bidding her goodnight.

I sat with her and consoled her for a while, kissing her crown as I stroked her long dark hair, down to her bare back and up again. I don’t know whether it was the wine, the heat or our kiss, but I suddenly found my hand sliding up inside her top, past her bra strap and up to the nape of her neck. She just snuggled closer so I continued my exploration of her silky, slender body.

Lifting her arms, I slipped off her crop-top without a murmur of protest, and lifting her bum, hitched her skirt up over her hips and around her waist.

Hmmm she was so slight, but so slinky, just like I’d been at her age, the year I’d conceived her. Unlike the brutal Rod, who’d ripped Tina’s top and bra off, I now unhooked Becca’s bra and gently eased it off her plump little boobs that stood out so proudly, dipping to kiss the smooth flesh as I realised my own blouse had somehow come undone and her hands slid in to cup my own unrestrained 36C’s.

Her hands were amazing, stoking and teasing my breasts until the nipples stood out long and swollen, I’d always had sensitive breasts but Becca was driving me crazy with her attentions and I threw my head back and groaned as I felt my pussy gush all over the sofa and her softly moaned ‘oh baby, look what you’ve done,’ rang in my ears as she slid a finger along the tiny soaked gusset of my thong. Not mom or mother, but ‘baby’, as if we had become equal somehow as lovers. I loved it.

The banging on the window soon brought us out of our sex trance though.

It was Rod and after our initial squeals of panic, we heard him shout, ‘get this door open or I’m kicking it in.’

Quickly I rushed to the front door and he was upon me as soon as he stepped over the threshold.

“Fucking hell girls, you pair look so good together.”

“But…..how?” I stammered.

“I’ve been watching for five minutes, you look amazing together.”

Becca was in tears. “Why did you go out? She wailed like a child.”

“Well I’m here now, so if you ladies wouldn’t mind, seeing as you’ve been having all the fun for the last half hour….”

I was about to ask what he wanted, until the question dissolved as his jeans hit the floor and ten thick inches of evilly veined cock reared up at us.”

‘you’d split them in half with that thing!’

Dropping to my knees, I joined my wonderful daughter who while quickly down there, was now staring at it as if mesmerised as his cock swayed heavily from side to side in front of her, a thick string of pre-cum connecting her thigh to his angry looking, purple headed dong.

A big hand then held her head and guided her forward, her mouth automatically opening wide to receive him she struggled, then gagged, her eyes tearing up again as I kissed and loved her and whispered to her that she was doing fine and relax and just mouth it until it’s covered in her spit.

She was consumed by fear however, so I scooped every last ounce of saliva in my own mouth and easing him back spat it all over his bell end and into her mouth for her to lube him with.

It did the trick and I heard her now begin to suck greedily and noisily on his huge bone while I sank down and took his balls into my mouth one at a time, warming up those huge pendulous baby makers until he eased me off with marmaris escort a lust-filled grin, saying:

“That’s enough of that sweetheart, if you want to feel it in your belly.”

I was thrilled at his compliment and helped Becca with his shaft listening to his grunts of satisfaction and pleasure as we hungrily fellated him until:

“Okay ladies, who wants it first?”

We both almost screamed me, ME! Before looking sheepishly at each other, forever in control, the amazing Rod just looked down into our shiny, excited faces and said quite simply;

“Steady down girls, there’s more than enough here for the both of you.” Before looking at me and saying, why don’t you take off your daughters little G-String for me.

Becca wasn’t complaining. He asked her a few questions about the size of her previous boyfriends and nodding once said simply:

“Okay baby, bend over the sofa with your ass in the air, we’ll test your depth and how elastic your little snatch is, eh?”

I though Becca would faint, I know I nearly did as he knelt behind her and rubbed the glans up and down her puffy slit, coating what wasn’t soaked in pussy juices with his thick pre-cum. Honestly, his pre-cum was more than my ex-hubby could produce as his main dish.

Pushing against her, I heard her whimper and stroked her hair as he changed his angle and pushed again. That was better, Even though Becca’s howl was somehow what I could imagine a cave-woman would have sounded like as she was speared by a virile hunter-gatherer, she took most of the head inside her and not bothering to withdraw this time, Rod put six foot four and fifteen stones of pressure against my five foot five size six little darling until with a rush, six inches of thick, muscular cock vanished into my precious little daughter.

“You’d split them in half with that thing!”

Becca just floundered around like a marionette with half her strings cut, her eyes like saucers looking at me but not seeing me, I kissed and loved her and asked how she was feeling while Rod just held it in there, totally in control of her, hell he was totally in control of both of us. And if I needed any confirmation of that he eased me forward and ordered me to spit onto where they were joined and lick and stimulate the seal.

I just did as I was told. My first attempt hitting her right in her tiny ass hole, I was making some more when he moved my head down, telling me ‘not to waste it’. And I found myself licking my daughters tiny brown star which her cries of passion encouraged him to hold me there until I’d worked the tip of my tongue inside that forbidden hole and brought her to another shuddering climax.

Becca took eight of those thick veiny inches on her first attempt for fifteen minutes of slow burn fucking. How many times she came she couldn’t remember, all she remembered was him carrying her to bed later and having one of the best nights sleep ever.

As for me, I was ready and willing as soon as he reappeared in the doorway, and he complimented me on my daughter and her underwear ploy and micro skirt. As he said later, it became clear as soon as he’d got to the pub and he immediately called another cab to get at our desperate weeping pussies.

I am quite proud of myself to say that I took nine inches of that thick monster on my first time, my orgasm beginning as he entered and still buzzing through me as he carried me to my daughter, both my pussy and tummy loaded with his thick love seed and we curled up in each others arms.

And he didn’t split us in half, and we both came back for more, so that’s showed that big titted slut next door, who I am very happy to report has been getting a little less action of late as two tiny ladies not a million miles from her front door; do their best to milk her guy of as much of his wonderful thick spunk as we can manage.

I can only wonder what will go through her mind in six months time when Becca’s baby arrives in her maternity ward with its long limbs and long thick cock on it, because surely it couldn’t be Rod’s. I mean, He’d split us in half with his thing, Wouldn’t he?

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I have republished this with the correct title.

I seem to have lost it and my next chapter will be along soonish.

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Christine called on me again.

I knew she had something in mind but we chatted for a while. I said to her. “Come on Christine you obviously want to talk about something, and I guess it has to do with sex.”

She responded. “Well, you know the hypnosis thing,” I nodded. “It went well but everybody says it wasn’t enough. Only one couple screwed.”

I said.” “We ran out of time or more might have happened.”

Christine was very excited. “I’ve spoken to everybody and they all want more.”

I said to her.” There was one couple that were very reserved; especially the man and I don’t think he would be up for more.”

“Oh, you mean Mustafa and Saleen, they said that though they hadn’t wanted to do more as the first subjects they would like to experience some fun.”

She continued. “Can you think of a way to get things going that aren’t silly strip games or cards etc.”

I Said. “I don’t know offhand but Allan and I will try to think of something significant and let you know.”

Thanking me she made her exit and left.

When Allan got home I explained about her visit and he thought about it for a while. After dinner and washing up he said. “I’ve been thinking about this and, as I understand it, she wants real sex between mismatched couples. But you do need an icebreaker and that kind of thing on the internet is fairly naff. I have an idea but it might not work.”

I asked what he meant.

He said. “You know the porn sites where you click on the thumbnail and the woman strips some or all of her clothes.” I nodded. “Well there are varying degrees of that up to and including sex. My thought is that we could select a series of them and put the thumbnails in a series of pages. One of the women will choose a picture and whatever the woman does in the series so will she.”

I said. “That sounds OK but where is the sex?” Allan piped up. “Well, that would be the opener and we would have one that involved a man stripping and having a hard cock. When all the women had done this and re-dressed there would be more rounds, each page doing more. The roulette part would be that they were all clothed in the initial picture. But there would be no real clue as to what would happen.”

We spent many hours finding just the right links and created four web pages on the computer. Having tested it out a few times we were convinced the links would work properly every time.

I called Christine and told her we had something so go ahead and arrange the party.

On Saturday we all met up. There were drinks and nibbles for us so we could get a little relaxed.

We had arrived early and Allan had connected our gear to the Wi-Fi and HDMI to the 50 inch TV on Christine’s wall.

The only thing showing was a screen saver. There were many questions about what was happening and eventually I asked Allan to explain.

He told them. “I have come up with a game called Porn Roulette. We will shortly be showing page one of a series of pages that have pictures of dressed women on them. All the pictures on the pages have links to the full set of pictures of the woman who mecidiyeköy escort will strip some or all of her clothes.”

“The first page will have links to reasonably mild sets where the ultimate would be stripping completely naked, but there is one ‘live round’ that would require a man to strip and do whatever is depicted. As there are only six women to play there might not be more to do as there are twelve pics to each page.”

“The husband of the woman choosing the original pic will nominate one of the other men to interact should it prove necessary.”

Allan continued.” The other pages will build on the first one in what happens but whoever clicks on the link, and the nominated man will do whatever is depicted in the pictures shown.”

Allan went on. “There have to be some rules unfortunately and the first is that condoms must be used in penetrative sex, you will not be with your own wife.”

The second is that NO, means NO. If the person who is with you will not do whatever is depicted then they do not have to, but they will have to leave. This is not a spectator evening.”

“Rule three is that, whatever happens here stays here. No recriminations. You have to agree to the rules or we can’t start”

There was quite a bit of low level chatter between the couples and eventually all agreed. Good job or I wouldn’t be writing this.

I asked Saleen and Mustafa if they were really sure as Mustafa had been reluctant even for his wife to get naked let alone really swing. Mustafa said. “We talked a lot about this and decided we would go for it.”

I said. “We need to get started. Just so we can be sure Saleen, how about you choose first? You will get the best chance to choose an innocuous reveal.”

Mustafa said. “I will choose Allan as the man to be involved if she is unlucky.” There was some protest but it was decided that it was fair as neither Allan nor I could choose the pics as we had made the game.

Saleen was lucky, or not, as the link showed the woman stripping her blouse and revealing one breast but no more. She performed the action and posed for a while as in the most revealing picture, then re-dressed. This was necessary to allow the game to start from that state for every choice.

Mustafa said. “I have to admit that was exciting but I am also relieved that the first one wasn’t the worst, or best, possible outcome.”

I asked Christine to go next and again Frank nominated Allan. We agreed a rule that once a man had interacted they could not be chosen immediately again. Christine clicked on her chosen picture and it opened a page where she would have to be completely nude and even show off her pussy and arse.

Christine proceeded to get naked and posed in the revealing positions. There was a lot of noise about how the women would be showing loads soon and the others couldn’t wait to see what was next.

Bill piped up. “I want Sharon to go next and I nominate Peter. “Everyone agreed and she clicked a link which opened a page that just had her strip. No more, so she did that and posed naked then re-dressed. Bill admitted. “I had hoped it would have been the one with the man in it so I am disappointed.”

Rula stepped up and her husband Peter selected Mustafa as the man to interact should bayrampaşa escort it be necessary, she clicked on a very restrained looking woman. The pics loaded slowly and in the third a man popped up only to be undressed by the woman and sucked to ejaculation on her face, she didn’t strip at all. Peter said. “I thought the woman stripping was involved and Mustafa is going to come on Rula. It hardly seems fair.” Others reminded him of what Allan had explained and he was placated. Saleen seemed a bit put out but kept silent.

Rula stepped up to Mustafa and proceeded to undress him, kneeling to undo his trousers and put into the position to fellate him as in the picture. As the trousers went down they revealed what looked to be quite a large cock inside his boxers and Rula was a little taken aback. She got his feet out of the trouser legs and reached up to stroke him through the boxers. Peter said. “That wasn’t shown in the pictures, just get it over with.

Rula seemed to be very upset by this and continued until Mustafa was rock hard. She then slid his boxers off revealing a dark brown nine inch cock that she could hardly wrap her hand round. She said to Saleen. “You’re a lucky one having this all to yourself. I’m going to enjoy playing with it.”

She was no sooner finished talking than she stroked him hard and quickly and one or two reminded her she was supposed to suck him off before he pulled out and came on her face. She complied and was getting very into it taking him almost all the way in her throat when he said, stiffly. “Time for me to come,” Which he did, drenching Rula’s face in a load of come.

Action over, she used a towel to clean herself up but not before Peter took pictures. A number of people asked about pictures and the decision was made that you had to ask first. As Peter was her husband it was deemed that the pic was OK if Rula didn’t object. She loved the idea so it was left.

Karen was next and looked cocky because the live round had gone off. Simon, her husband, nominated Bill again so they took their places. Karen said. “I guess I will have to get naked.” She clicked on the link of a teenager in a dress. Her smug look disappeared quickly as the teen striped very quickly and was shown using a rabbit to make herself come. Orgasm was obvious in the photo.

She objected. “Nobody said anything about this in this round. “Her husband Simon said. “It was implied but why not just do it and stop worrying? Much more is likely to happen at the next level!”

Karen stripped off and took the rabbit off the props table and, quite self-consciously, started to masturbate with it, soon becoming aroused and then losing track of others and coming like a steam train.

There was a round of applause and as she came down from an intense orgasm she shyly smiled and thanked everyone. She said. “I really didn’t think I could get off in front of a crowd but it was intense.”

Last up was Becky, her husband, Roger nominated Allan once more. Becky said. “This pic is almost slutty, maybe it’s a bluff.” Clicking on it she found she had only to strip to her underwear. “I guessed right.” She said and stripped quickly giving a twirl to show off.

At this point we took a short break for drinks and comfort breaks and then bahçelievler escort Allan said. “Round two will include interaction on every link. One is mild and one quite raunchy. Let’s choose a victim for the first one.” Everyone said why not go in the same order and Saleen protested a little then said. “I have the best odds of not having too much to do so why not?”

On the grounds that slutty had worked in Becky’s favour she picked the most revealing outfit and clicked on the link. The pictures showed the woman stripping and then stripping the man who proceeded to fuck her, obviously coming in her pussy and leaving come oozing from her.

She said. “We can’t do that as condoms have to be used.” It was agreed that the action would still be done and Peter, the chosen man, took his place with her. Saleen, to her credit, stripped with alacrity and then stripped Peter who was already hard. Mustafa had a grim face but said nothing as Saleen put a condom on the erect member and pulled him towards her.

She put his cock at the entrance to what was obviously a wet pussy and they fucked with great energy, Saleen coming twice and then Peter driving hard into her in an intense orgasm. This time there was cheering as well as applause and after pulling out they both bowed. Mustafa seemed to have improved his demeanour and went and kissed his wife.

After they dressed, the next victim stood up. Christine looked excited while Frank had a look of apprehension. It had obviously dawned on him that much could happen now.

She picked a conservatively dressed lady in her fifties to click on and, as the pics revealed, she saw the woman was accompanied by another woman who, after them both stripping, engaged with her in a full lesbian scenario. Frank looked pleased but Christine said. “I have never done this and who should the woman be?” Frank piped up, “Why not Jean?” and I agreed with the idea, so it was.

I whispered to her, “just follow my lead and do what you would like done to you.” I started to undress her, caressing her through the clothes and then on her revealed flesh as we went. It became obvious that she was very excited as her skin flushed and he nipples rose and then she started to do the same for me.

Eventually we were naked and getting in to it. I went down on her and she had a screaming bucking orgasm, much to the delight of the audience, and then she followed suit on me and I just enjoyed every moment of it.

Saleen said, “I would like to try that,” and so I invited her in. She got so into it that she was off and running in about thirty seconds than others joined in too. First Rula, then Becky and finally Sharon were involved.

The men were all sporting hard cocks and many had stripped off. Pretty soon there was a free for all and I lost track of who did what to whom. The evening was just one big orgy with loads of come, anal, straight sex, lesbian sex and even some experimental man on man. At one time both strap-ons were in use one by Becky on Karen and the other used on Mustafa by Saleen.

Eventually most people had had all they could do so the evening wound down with showers for all. We all got dressed and after a short while thank-yous and intentions to do something else were said and it broke up.

Christine and Frank were very pleased and thanked us for all the work we had put in.

The evening had developed far more quickly than Allan and I had expected but the outcome was all we could have hoped for. As we went home we discussed ideas for more if we should be asked. Allan suggested that we might use bigger premises to do a bigger party…

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The Valley

Chapter 1

It was a normal hot sweaty dawn, typical of east Africa; even the early morning breeze had that hint of early morning stillness in it, promising another sweltering day ahead of us. I sat at breakfast on the veranda in my shorts and white shirt ready for another days work, as I gazed with utter loathing across the breakfast table at my wife Lydia. I could feel my hate for her welling up into my throat, and spoiling my appetite Yes, I had to admit she was beautiful, and today she seemed particularly so. She had just told me that today she was going to Mombassa for a few days shopping with Mandy and Dick some close friends of ours. I really could not care less; in fact I was very pleased to be free of her for a few days.

Our marriage was now an utter sham, and on my own I could enjoy a few days alone relaxing with my Jammarree our lovely African housemaid. Jammarree had appeared six weeks ago just as our previous maid had disappeared for no apparent reason. It had all happened when my wife was away on one of her extended shopping trips, so I had no hesitation in hiring her, and within a few hours she was, I was glad to say in my bed fucking my brains out.

Jammarree was still a total mystery, she was about 5, 6″ tall slim with perfectly moulded features and spoke almost perfect English with no hint of a native accent. She had lovely aquiline features with a perfect copper coloured skin. She moved almost effortlessly and seemed to materialize from nowhere just when you needed her. It fact it was almost uncanny how she seemed to anticipate my every need, whatever it may be… She would meticulously avoid any questions about her personal life, and when I persisted in questioning her she would smile enigmatically, and just move away.

The other mystery where Jammarree was concerned was that I had no doubt that since we had been making love my cock seemed to have grown longer and thicker. There was no logical medical reason for that to have happened. Its size and girth was now at times embarrassing and was creating a problem for me to hide those unexpected erections which most men have from time to time and always seemed to happen in awkward circumstances and without warning. I also seemed to have developed an increased level of stamina, which was something I did appreciate very much, and which with Jammarree I needed and very much enjoyed.

I knew what I was talking about, because originally I had qualified in medicine just before my parents had died. I had practiced as general Practitioner in the UK for a few years, but following the reading of my parents will and having inherited a small fortune. I decided to take up flying as a career, and founded my own flying school and plane hire facility here in Africa. I had a good team of managers and it largely ran itself.

My wife Lydia and I had for the past few weeks been sleeping in different rooms, a good distance apart from one another in our large home. Our marriage once very happy, had suddenly deteriorated so rapidly that I could not put a finger on what, and when the deterioration had started. Suddenly, it was as though we hated the sight of each other, and could not stand to be in the other persons company.

Every night now after the house had settled down I would find the beautiful Jammarree slipping into bed with me; sex with her had taken me to new heights of ecstasy, and each night she always seemed to produce something new in her sexual repertoire. This morning just before she left me to get breakfast she had informed me that she was having my child. This was quite a shock, but as I had no children from my marriage with Lydia, and it seemed fairly clear to me at this stage, that our marriage was doomed to failure I was not particularly upset.

The final breakdown had occurred shortly before Jammarree had appeared. Lydia had increasingly been spending more and more time away from me, and like today she would take a plane from my hire fleet, and fly herself down to Mombassa and stay with one or other of our many European friends.

That day at breakfast we barely spoke, she had driven away to the airport for her jaunt to Mombassa without any goodbyes. I followed shortly afterwards, just in time to see her plane take-off. I checked that her flight plan had been lodged, and I took off in my own Cessna to Nairobi and another day’s work.

It was that mid morning when I got a call from Tina a friend of ours asking when I was going to call in and see her. She told me that Roger had gone to Mombassa on business for a few days. Tina and Roger her husband had been a close friend of ours for some time and he was a very successful business man, and a good pilot in his own right. I finished work at lunch time, and dropped by late that afternoon on my way from the airport to check to see how she was doing… She was as usual looking lovely as she greeted me, kissing me on the cheek but I thought she looked a little tense. Casually she asked after Lydia and kastamonu escort I gave a perfunctory answer.

“I came over to see if you were alright, you seemed a little distressed when we spoke earlier. Lydia is away and I could do with some female company. How are you anyway” I asked?

“Fat, tired and sore, but other than that I’m okay.”

“You’re about ready to have the baby aren’t you?”

“Yep, next month, and if he don’t come out then, I am going to have a fit.”

“How do you know it’s going to be a he?”

“Oh I don’t know.”

“Maybe it’ll be a she and she’ll be as beautiful as her mother.” I murmured

She blushed coyly, and took a playful swipe at me. She took my hand and led me into the lounge where she had some cold drinks waiting for us.

“Well right now I don’t feel so pretty. I feel fat and my sides hurt. It hurts when I sit, or lay down and it definitely hurts for me to walk.”

I decided that perhaps I could help a little and went and stood behind her.

“Here this will help.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to massage your sides. They hurt because you aren’t quite used to carrying all that weight around and it makes your muscles sore and this will make them feel a little better.”

“Oh God! Tony that does feels good. Where did you learn that?”

“Oh its was all part of my medical training long long ago?.” I said with a laugh

“Yes and you are a good doctor I cannot understand why you packed it in .”

“Oh I got bored, and when I got left all that money by my parents I took on flying as a living, but I still keep up to date with medicine, you never know I may want to go back to it. someday”

“Is their any hope for you and Lydia” She asked.

“No, I think not – we have grown apart too much, I think we are finished.” I said massaging her sides.

She fell silent to enjoy the massage, I stood behind her with my hands rubbing her sides.

“Why did you never come on to me? I was crazy about you – still am come to that.” She said shyly.

“I was married, remember.”

“Didn’t you fool around, I thought all men fooled around on their wives.”

“I didn’t until recently, but now I think my marriage is finished I am not quite so fussy?”

“She showed me an envelope. Your Lydia has fucked off with my Roger. They are flying home to England today, but Roger has said he will support me and the baby. But now she has gone I would like to think that your place will be here with me.”

“Why did you not tell me before?”

“I thought you knew and were just saying nothing.”

“No this is the first I have heard about it. I said as I tried to fathom out the consequences.

Just then my mobile rang. It was Jammarree.”

“What time are you coming home tonight Tony? “She asked. And without pausing she added

“Mistress has gone; she has taken most of her clothes with her.”

“I will be with you soon” I told her.

I turned to Tina “Look honey it’s too soon to do anything, until we get more facts. I will keep in touch and see you are OK.”

When I arrived home Jammarree greeted me at the door with a big smile.

“Missus left you a note and the airport just rang you.”

She handed me an envelope and it was Lydia telling me that she and Roger were returning to England, and she wanted a divorce as soon as possible. For the first time ever, Jammarree was waiting with a whisky for me.

“I have moved my clothes into our bedroom Tony “she said.

I looked at her in amazement “You are my man now and tomorrow we get a new housemaid.”

She walked to the kitchen before I could comment, and then I thought to myself well why not?

Just then the telephone call to the airport left me in a further state of shock. Air traffic control had reported that my wife’s plane had blown up in mid-air as they were crossing the coast, and that there were no survivors. They were very sympathetic, but at first I felt a sense of relief and then I felt a pang of remorse. This had been the woman I had once loved, and there were some good memories that I could not, or would not ever forget.

I then had to ring Tina; her reaction surprised me a little.

“Well perhaps it is all for the good now darling we have no messy divorce, and you can move in here anytime you want.”

.I was a bit taken aback. “No Tina – we have to let a little time pass at least. I loved Lydia once, and that I can not forget the good times we shared.”

Three Days later

I had been swamped by messages of condolence from what seemed to be half the population – not only friends but business acquaintances as well, and it had been very hard for me to concentrate on work of any sort. My personal assistant was a young African business graduate called Angie. She had had been a tower of strength and had managed to intercept a lot of the calls and messages.

There was no body to have a funeral over which kayseri escort left me with a strange empty feeling, Observers reported that the plane had just exploded in mid air, and there were very few recognizable pieces that could be salvaged.

I looked out of the office window my mind in a whirl as for the twentieth time I went through the impending changes in my life. Jammarree had also been very supportive, but I knew that she had never liked my wife; she had done her best to help me forget. But even she had disappeared suddenly yesterday leaving me a brief note.

“Urgent business darling .See you soon. Keep away from the maid.”

I was staring at the street below but not really seeing anything, just staring into space and then I became aware of a young gorgeous black girl. I assumed she was a whore smiling up at me. I had never seen her before, and she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She had on a bright red dress which came to about three inches above her knees, and the top was so low it was almost at the level of her nipples on her very ample breasts.

She was looking up at me and smiling, she was constantly chewing on a piece of gum, but as I watched she deliberately put her hand down and lifted her short skirt and I could see she was not wearing any panties. She held the skirt up for about 30 seconds and I could see that she had a shaven vagina. It was a clear invitation, and I felt my erection rising, and suddenly I found myself walking out of the office. I told Angie that I would be back in about an hour.

I ran down the stairs and to my dismay by the time I had got there she was gone and then I looked up the street just in time to see her wave to me, and disappear round the corner into a side street. I walked quickly up to the corner and looked down the street, and there she was outside a bar waiting for me. Once she was sure that I had seen her she turned and entered the bar. I reached the bar a few seconds later and she was sat on a bar stool with two drinks a beer for me and some sort of cocktail for herself.

A black bar man smiled briefly at me, and then left the bar by the front door shutting it and locking it behind him.

“Hi Tony,” she said. I am Felicity, as she tucked her arm in mine and cuddled up close to me, Jammarree sent me to keep you company – I’m her cousin and she says that you are a number one stud, and will not last the day without getting rid of some of your juices, so honey I’m just waiting here to pleasure you.”

I knew that it was the right thing for me to do and I took her in my arms. She reached up and pulled my head down kissing me with those luscious large lipstick covered African lips. Her free hand felt for my cock and she smiled happily as she felt the bulge.

“Jammarree was sure right honey, she sure knows her men. I reckon that there porky of yours is going to shoot in your pants unless I gets to work damn quick.”

Without waiting any longer she took my hand and we went into the back room where their was a large bed. Locking the door behind us she whispered.

“Tony I have got all day and all night to attend to your needs. We don’t have to hurry. “

While she was talking she says “I know all about you. Jammarree says she had you retooled; she has sure done a good job as this is the biggest porky I have ever seen on any buck. “

She reached up and kissed me and somehow her lips sticky with lipstick and her exploring tongue drove me wild with passion. She stepped back and her dress was lying on the floor and she stood naked in front of me.

Now I could see her properly, she wasn’t tall, nor was she short. She had natural curves that put any other woman except Jammarree I have known to shame she had long, thick straight hair that hung down to the middle of her back and a pair of fantastic lips. Her tiny bust was in complete proportion to her thin waist and slim legs and her buttocks were definitely in the world class.

She snuggled up to me and mashed her now naked tits into my chest. She looked up at me coyly and said.

“Well, Tony do you like what you see so far?”

We embraced passionately our tongues darting back and forth between our mouths. We eventually broke and I could see that she seemed completely mesmerised by the size of my cock. She was noticeably staring at it while licking her lips, seemingly unconsciously. Then she wrapped her tiny hand about half way around it in the middle of my length, kneeling down she opened her mouth wide and took it into her mouth and just about managed, with some help from me, to take my huge cock all the way into her throat.

Her tongue was roving all over my shaft and she was swallowing, which made her throat act like a pussy and milk my cock as she bobbed her head up and down the length of my large cock. After about five minutes and despite all my recently acquired self control I could not control myself any longer, and I came in her talented kıbrıs escort mouth. After I stopped cumming, she licked my cock clean.

I never lost my full erection, and I decided that it was time to go the whole way. She got down on the bed on her hands and knees and I mounted her from behind. I gently worked my cock into her love tunnel gently. From her murmurs and moans she was being stretched much more than she had ever been stretched in her life. To that end, she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as my cock slid into her.

But it was just at that very instant, when my cock had gone as far as it could, that she went over the edge with the most intense, longest and most violent orgasm that I had ever experienced from any woman before. She bellowed out her pleasure, as her entire body froze for a moment as the orgasm washed over her, then her whole body seemed to shake and for a moment I wondered whether she was having a fit, while her pussy spasmed violently and tried to drain my cock of all of my sperm…

Without any prodding from me she began fucking herself on the end of my cock as fast and as hard as she could in the throes of her orgasm. While she began fucking me, I grabbed onto a tit with each of my hands and just held on for dear life. Felicity for the next two minutes was a woman possessed as she rapidly fucked herself on my long, thick cock. It was obvious that she was getting extreme pleasure from our love making as of course was I. After she slowed down, signifying that her orgasm had died down, I took over control of our movements, forcing her to time her thrusts with mine.

By now I was pushing my long, thick cock fully into her cunt, my prick head continually bottoming out inside of her. While previously I had just latched onto her breasts, I was now grasping tightly her engorged nipples, pinching, pulling and twisting them viciously. I had only shot off into her once, at the very end of our marathon fuck session. When I did finally blow, she had another intense, orgasm and then seemed to pass out from the sheer intensity of it.

When she came to, I was laying on the bed next to her, still trying to catch my breath. She looked down at my still fully erect cock, now covered with both of our sex juices and she said, straight from her heart” “Thank you Tony!”

She turned and put her arms across me. “Look honey tomorrow we go together to meet Jammarree. Now you go and make sure that your Angie can run your business for a few weeks without you, and then come straight back to me.”

I wondered briefly how she knew that my P A was called Angie and how she seemed to know so much about me. But somehow I did not really care if I was to be together with my beloved Jammarree.

After an hour with Angie sorting out the business, I met Felicity as arranged, but this was a different Felicity, no longer was she the brazen African whore of earlier in the day. She spoke now like a well educated woman, she was decisive about everything she did. Her dress sense had completely changed from being sluttish to wearing a light grey ladies business suit and her make up was applied sensibly and not overdone.

It was a long pleasurable night for both of us, and it was about 10.00 am the next morning when we took off from Nairobi airport. I had filed my flight plan under Felicity’s instructions for Mombassa indicating that I would be landing on a private air strip and so I had headed in that direction. We had been airborne for about twenty minutes when Felicity told me to go on automatic pilot and leave the controls. I took some convincing and very gingerly I let go convinced that I would have to take control again quickly and then to my amazement I realised the plane was flying itself. Reluctantly I joined Felicity in the cabin

After a further ten minutes I saw a valley opening up below me. It was something I had never seen before and as far as I knew was not on any charts I had ever seen, and then to my amazement the plane without anyone at the controls began to ease down to an airstrip which seemed to have just appeared.

The plane landed quietly and efficiently without any help from me, and taxied to come to a halt in font of what appeared to be a hanger. We disembarked, and then as I watched the Cessna taxied forward into the hanger the doors shut quietly, and I turned to look in amazement at Felicity. When I looked back the hanger and the runway had disappeared.

“Welcome to Tyros Earth Station Tony.” Felicity said looking up at me with a smile on her face. Your Princess will be with us shortly I wondered what was happening to me, and I felt little tremors of expectation going through my body. I could not believe that Jammarree would wish to hurt me, or come to that Felicity either.

The sun was shining brightly yet the temperature was not excessively hot. There was a cool breeze and it was quite pleasant. I became aware of a slight humming and within seconds a small space craft had landed just a few feet away. A door appeared in the side and a sort of ramp appeared and then I saw Jammarree appear she walked towards me with her arms outstretched. She hugged me and kissed me as if we had not seen each other for months.

I noticed that her belly seemed more swollen than when I had last seen her. “Tony dear welcome to Tyros Earth Station.

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It had been the strangest of days, the delivery to my home, a gift from a grateful client, the latest and greatest in a line of artificial intelligence life forms, more human than cyborg, capable of emotions and more as I soon was to discover. I had always found myself alone, the weaker sex as I knew them to be called were anything but as I found myself intimidated, my shyness and my own insecurities having assured me of a life alone, that was up until now, until today.

I’d made my fortune in the field of virtual reality books, ones that came to life for the reader, pulling them in as if they were a character in each story. My work had always dealt with the erotic, mostly those in the realm of bondage and discipline, sex sold as well in the year 2105 as is did back in 2005, some things never changed. My last offering had topped the bestsellers list for almost a year and one of the throng which had purchased it had been so impressed that he had taken the time to write and offer this thanks via a special gift, you.

The precursor to your arrival had been two men who delivered a bench, what resembled a simple piece of furniture which they placed at the foot of my bed and though I had asked questions, their reply was simply silence, drones doing their work. I was still in the process of examining the arrival late that night when the knock had come at the door, a woman standing there beautiful, with long brown hair and emerald eyes as you said softly, “Good evening m’lord, I am Michelle and I am here to do your biding.” I blinked behind my glasses, a bit taken aback but you simply smiled and took my hand, leading me back through my apartment, moving toward my bedroom as if you knew where it was all along.

You pulled my shirt over my head, allowing your hands to slide my pants down my legs and over my bare feet. I stood there, my erection obvious though you seemed to pay it no heed, simply motioning for me to lie down. “On your stomach m’lord so that I might massage your back, please.” I blushed, my face turning a scarlet red though I hoped in the dim light of evening you hadn’t noticed and I lay down on the cool sheets. The bed automatically adjusted to my body temperature as I felt the warm oils on my back and I heard your clothing slide off you and onto the floor, forming a puddle at your feet

I felt you straddle my hips, the heat of your body mixing with mine as you leaned down, your hands though so soft feeling so good, such strength as you kneaded and worked the sore, tired muscles as I closed my eyes. You were an expert, one of the many tasks you had been taught to provide and as I lay there, half asleep, between being awake and dreaming I though I heard you say softly, “Please m’lord, turn over now.” I did so, keeping my eyes closed, not sure of anything anymore and then I felt the warm liquid flood my cock, followed by your hands as they began to stroke me, gently at first, tenderly, teasingly as my soft moans filled the room. You knew how to pleasure a man, how to take him to the heights of ecstasy and I felt your hands begin to urge me on, moving faster, my back arching with the intensity of my feelings.

I cried out, my body jerking with the force of my pleasure and as I lay there, I envisioned you over me, your body so beautiful, your eyes full with the light of the pleasure you had provided me. Finally I felt myself returning, my heart beginning to slow but just as I was about to open my eyes, to rejoin you I felt the warmth of a cloth, cleaning me, your touch kind, considerate. I also felt your fingers touch my face lightly, a fragrance being placed where I might smell its soothing aroma as I heard your voice say softly, “This will help you rest m’lord, sleep well.” Indeed, the aromatic sedative worked immediately, my body succumbing to its cry as you sat beside me, watching me at rest.

Finally you rose, moving to the foot of the bed where the padded bench the agency had provided me with, long enough to allow you to rest comfortably but I was unaware of its other attributes. You however knew them well, pushing the hidden button which brought forth the shackles as you lay down, placing your wrists and ankles in the proper position and when they sensed your body they clamped shut, tightly, painfully as you moaned in the night, a sound not heard as I slept in my drug induced haze. It was not long after that you felt the not one but two intruders, the mechanical machines which came forth, each designed to remind you of your proper place in life, providing you with the pain you had been raised to expect while delivering pleasure in order to keep you satisfied in your position.

If I would have been awake I would have been terrified to see the one, its sharp barbs moving up your body, attaching itself to your breasts, its tentacles piercing the tender skin, your nipples growing quickly hard, your cry loud and piercing. The other burrowed between your legs, finding the entrance wanton and waiting, izmir escort filling you and then beginning to move. Slowly at first but then picking up in speed as you thrashed against your bonds, your eyes rolling back in your head as you rode wave after wave of your desire, rewarded by pain, overwhelmed by pleasure until after almost an hour the two shut down, their batteries in need of recharging as they retreated to the opening they had first appeared from. It closed, your skin covered in sweat, your breathing fast, your eyes clenched shut as you too succumbed, your body demanding rest.

When I awoke the next morning it was after the best night’s sleep I could remember ever. I stood, stretching only to come to a quick and abrupt halt at the sight before me. You lay there, your body captured, your breasts an angry red from the remnants of the machine, your legs covered in your own pleasure, your face so angelic at rest though you seemed to be in the grips of a horrible dream, your head lashing back and forth as if in tortured sleep. I wrapped a sheet around me, moving quickly by your side and gentle shook your shoulder saying, “Wake up Michelle, please, please wake up!”

You did, your eyes opening wide, your fright quickly turning to submission, your eyes moving from mine as you said simply, “I’m sorry m’lord, I pray I did not awaken you.” I was dumbfounded, speechless as I heard you say softly, “Release program, Michelle 052935” and with that the shackles fell open and you stood, moving quickly to gather your things as you said, “I will prepare breakfast m’lord and then I shall bathe you” and with that you exited the room, the sight of your beautiful body from behind causing me once again to grow aroused though my mind was still grappling with what I had seen. I followed you, seeing you moving around in the kitchen, as comfortable without your clothes as I was in mine, the sheet trailing across the floor which now sported a thick, white plush carpet.

“Michelle wait, I’m confused, I don’t understand?”

With that you raised your face, your eyes still not meeting mine but saying, “I will answer any question you have of me m’lord, I can not lie to you. What is your desire?”

I sat down, motioning for you to join me and you did, sitting next to me, your face though averted from mine. In reality I found myself staring at you, your breasts lush, your arousal still a pleasant fragrance which filled the air and I had to shake my head, trying to clear it, trying to understand as I said, “I don’t understand, what is that, that thing you were lying on? I know the agency said it was where you were to sleep but those chains, these marks”, as I almost reached out to touch your breasts but quickly pulled my hand back as if they were too hot to handle, “I don’t understand.”

Your words were softly spoken but your voice never wavered in response. “The bench is provided for my pain and pleasure stimulation m’lord, I have been trained in its ways and must receive it or something similar each day in order to remind me of my standing in life. It provides me with the two daily minimum requirements, similar to in times of old where humans took vitamins in order to maintain their health. I maintain mine through such a manner of the bench. I require the aspects of bondage, domination, submission, pain and pleasure in order to perform at peak efficiency in serving you m’lord. It is required of me.”

Once again I was speechless, your words running through my mind but I was brought out of my daze with your words as they said, “The only other alternative m’lord is for you to provide me with what I need. Would this please you?”

I shook my head, seeing the light which had come to your eyes quickly dim and I shook my head again saying, “No, no Michelle, you don’t understand, I’ve never, I mean I don’t know how, that is…”, my words trailing off as I looked at this incredible creature before me. “Look, why don’t we have breakfast and just see where the rest of the day might lead, okay?” You nodded, once again returning to the kitchen unit to begin your preparations. After I had sat down to eat I noticed you moving once again into the shadows. “No Michelle, you will eat with me, here at the table, please?”

Both of us struggled, each trying to decide what to and what not to say so breakfast was mostly a quiet ritual that morning. I got up, you standing as soon as I did though you had touched little of your food. “No, sit down Michelle, finish your breakfast. I need to get ready for work; I’ll be out in a minute or two I promise.” You sat down, your expression one of a child who had been ordered to her room as I entered the steam shower saying, “One hundred and five degrees, full force” and the jets came to life.

I was as good as my word, a few short minutes later reappearing as I saw you were now not only dressed but the kitchen had been tidied as you kahramanmaraş escort sat in the same chair I had left you in. “Michelle, I have to go into the office for a few hours but I will return shortly.” You nodded, standing and making your way past me, walking back into the bedroom, nary a word spoken. I started to walk after you but instead I just thought you needed some time to yourself and I slipped out the door and into my waiting transit.

Almost three hours later I got back in the vehicle, punching the code to contact my home and as the tone rang over and over again with no answer I flipped the switch, activating the cameras, the security surveillance for my abode. It first showed the living room, vacant, the kitchen the same but then it showed the master bedroom and I felt myself grow pale, the vision before me startling, frightening as I picked up the intercom, instructing the driver to do whatever it took to get me home, quickly. We rocketed through the traffic, the normal fifteen minute venture only taking eight as I threw myself from the car, leaving my briefcase, my papers, everything as I rushed inside and into the bedroom.

The figure on the bench was mummified, straps covering every inch of her body, forcing her into a fetal position. I could hear soft moans escaping her lips as I frantically pulled at the thick leather pieces, none giving a single inch, all tightly remaining in position, forcing her into restrictive bondage. I could no more see her eyes, hear her voice, nor offer her any assistance as I looked all around the bench, trying to find a switch, a lever, something to offer me some hope in freeing her. It was only when I collapsed next to her, my head in my hands that I heard a mechanism catch and with the sound of a motor engaging the straps began to withdraw, slowly, oh so slowly until finally she was released, literally falling from the bench into my arms.

I held you, seeing the imprint of the leather against every inch of your body and as I pushed a lock of your hair back your eyes fluttered open, seeing me and giving me a smile which warmed my heart beyond all things. Just as quickly, you averted your eyes saying, “I’m sorry m’lord, I did not think you would be home so soon or I would have set the timer for not quite as long. I’ll begin preparations for lunch” and with that you began to stand.

I was having none of it, pulling you back down as I forced you to look at me as I said, “NO, NO LUNCH. WE NEED TO TALK.” You nodded and if I would have paid closer attention I would have noticed how your body trembled slightly at the sound of my voice, my anger evident.

“Yes m’lord, what do you require of me?”

“Michelle, look at me.” You did, your green eyes finding mine and as I gazed into them I felt myself slipping away, captured by the look of them and the feel of you in my arms. I closed my eyes for a moment, willing myself to continue by saying, “I want to know everything about your “requirements”, everything, leave nothing out. I want to know how I can learn about them, how I can learn to provide you with what you need, what you must have. Do you understand Michelle?”

You nodded, your body relaxing a bit as you began to speak, your voice calm, confident in saying, “I have spent many years as a slave m’lord, I was programmed as a child, then a teenager and then as a woman finally to accept pain, to need it as another human might require love. It is the sign of my success or my failure as a slave. With it I flourish, without I shall certainly die. Some of the owners I have served have provided me with a part of my daily needs but for the most they depended upon the bench. Do you not require the bench m’lord or do you simply not require me I fear?”

The tears which played at the corner of my eyes seem to mystify her. A light touch of her fingers capturing a drop of the moisture, looking at it like a child before bringing it to her mouth to taste the salty texture. I couldn’t help but laugh, to smile as I lifted her chin, my eyes looking deep into hers as I whispered, “I require you, today, tomorrow, forever m’lady, I desire you to be mine, forever, please?” Her smile warmed my heart, something I feared long dead and from that day forward, my life would never be the same again.

It had been a bit awkward at first, each of us walking a bit on eggshells but eventually the days began to fill with smiles and laughter, the perfect starting point in the escalation of our feelings toward one another. I made it a point of leaving before you awoke that Friday morning, knowing that when you arose there would be a single rose and a note waiting, next to the freshly brewed coffee I had made you.

You smiled as you poured yourself a cup, putting the flower in a vase, smelling its beautiful fragrance as you sat down and began to read. “My dearest Michelle, words can not express how wonderful it has manavgat escort been since we have begun our life together. I know no matter what the day might hold that when I return home I will find the reason I have for living, you. I do think however that we both have been avoiding the one subject that drew us at first to one another, that of dominance and submission. I have decided that I will take the initiative and because of that you should expect a delivery at approximately four p.m. this afternoon. All my love, Jonathan.”

Sure enough at five minutes till there was a knock at the door and as you hastily signed for the package, your face was flush with wonder, excitement at what the night might hold. You tore the wrapping from it, ripping the tape from the top of the box to reveal another letter, a single piece of paper which read, “I AM HAPPY THAT YOU HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT THE POSITION AS MY SLAVE, MY SUBMISSIVE BEAUTY. ADORN YOURSELF WITH THESE THINGS, PREPARE YOUR FACE AND HAIR IN THE STYLE TO WHICH TO PLEASE ME AND BE KNEELING, WAITING MY RETURN AT 6 P.M. THIS VERY EVENING. WE WILL BEGIN YOUR TRAINING AT THAT TIME M’LADY.” It was signed simply, “M’lord.” I had done some research, looking at the archives of the past, trying to come up with suitable clothing and had found the replicater to be more than capable, the garments which it provided me with drawing your gaze, your eyes wide.

I arrived home promptly at six, opening the door after saying a silent prayer that I would find you in place, awaiting me. My prayers were answered, a vision in white kneeling before me as I shut the door, locking it behind me. Stepping forward, I circled you slowly, letting my eyes take the sight of you in. The corset had been specially made for you, to accommodate two of your more beautiful assets while cinching your waist, a perfect hourglass figure forming. The white lace stockings, thigh highs which you knew were my favorites adorned your legs, the stiletto heels on your feet. Your hands encased in the white, lace, fingerless gloves and then the crowning touch, the single piece of white lace which you wore around your neck like a choker. It would be a symbol, one which we and only we would share as I stood over you and began to speak.

“Listen closely my dear; the symbol you wear around your neck, the white lace ribbon is a special piece of cloth. It symbolizes either your or my desire for your submission. When you wear it you are Michelle, my submissive, my slave, my property to do with as I wish. My desires are your desires, my commands are yours to obey or if you prefers a harsher punishment to disobey. I would speak of this; I will ask nothing of you that will not bring you pleasure in the end though at times pain might be a precursor to such. There will be days I ask you to wear it, laying it out for you and it is up to you if you do. At other times, perhaps you will lay it out, asking to serve me and I will happily comply with your wishes. When in public we are Jonathan and Michelle but in private, in the confines of our home and you wear the ribbon, you are mine, my toy, my plaything, my slave. Do you agree m’lady?”

Her answer brought a smile to my lips though you didn’t see it, your head remaining hung in submission, a fantasy come to life, the one I had searched for all my life never daring to dream I would find you. “Very well, you will stand, walk three paces behind me. Come along my beautiful slave” and with that I began to make my way up the stairs, heading toward the attic and the surprise I had planned for you. I had spent considerable time there, putting everything in place, all in advance of this moment whether it would be you or I to make the first move. You would be the first and I was determined to make it an evening to remember for you.

I had wracked my brain, trying to remember everything you had told me, shared with me about your likes and dislikes. As I opened the door, motioning for you to go inside I knew that the room would have quite the dramatic effect on you. The walls painted a deep burgundy, the matching velvet curtains portraying a room of substance, of wealth but it was the various toys, the items hanging from the walls and ceilings which captured your attention, though you only snuck quick glimpses, not wishing to show your disobedience. I let you have a minute, your head turning back and forth, seeing something new with each movement until finally I reached over, and pulling what the archives had called a riding crop from the wall as I began to advance upon you.

“Take this Michelle”, holding the leather instrument of torture out, your hands trembling slightly as you took it, an electric shock it appeared going through it as when it touched your skin, you jumped slightly. “Feel it, feel its quality, now that it is made out of the finest leather and that when it strikes your skin it will do so leaving a beautiful mark, a reminder of your disobedience or simply my desire. Swing it, see how it feels in your hand, how it forms to your grip, calling for you to use it, to strike with it but now it is reserved for you m’lady. You will suffer at its hands this very evening.” Watching you closely, seeing your chest rise and fall, your breathing becoming more ragged, your mind swiftly becoming lost in the fantasy, in the moment.

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Nicole shouldn’t have been surprised that the largest building in the city was also the centre of slave trade for the Rutan’s. It seemed all roads led to this one central building, and as Cronus pulled Nicole inside she grew nervous for what she was going to find inside. How the hell, amongst all this hustle and bustle, was she to sneak around and find anyone sympathetic to the cause?

The ground floor of the building was a huge, open auditorium that was so busy even Cronus had to slow down to avoid having the chain to Nicole pulled from his hand as he pulled her through the crowds. Despite the fact that all around the halls huge archways opened up the hall to the outside air, the number of people made it almost unbearably hot inside the hall. Mixed with the smell and noise it was a barrage on the senses, especially for Nicole who had spent the night restrained in the metal hood, without sight or sound.

Thousands of cages seemed to be filled with slaves of all ages and sizes, chained up in various degrees of bondage. Some were bound head to foot, unable to move or even make a sound as men passed by the cages and reached in, pinching their bodies. Others however were relatively free, and some were even becoming men over and dancing provocatively for them.

“Master Cronus, you’ve finally come to get me my lord!” one called out. Cronus stopped and looked over into the cage and chuckled.

“Fucking hell you old hag, don’t tell me you’re still here!” he chuckled. “Mind you, we both know you’ve not been the same since I fucked you in the arse all those years ago!”

The woman looked offended, and stuck up her middle finger at Cronus who roared in laughter. From down the path one of the sellers shouted loudly at the woman and poked a long stick through the bars. The woman squealed in pain as the stick emitted a loud crack of electricity.

“Sorry Master Cronus,” the man said. “Big mouth that one, can’t seem to shift her, or shut her up. May I help you today, are you selling this slave?”

“Not to worry, she’s harmless enough,” Cronus chuckled. “An extra beating or two though wouldn’t harm. No I’m not selling, but I do need to see the Master of the Market immediately. I want to put this slut to good use today, let her know the meaning of a good days work shall we say.”

The man nodded and clicked his fingers, one of his many servants scuttling over for instructions.

“Go inform the Master of the market that Cronus needs to see him immediately.”

The servant nodded and headed off into the crowd.

There were so many people going about their business in the hall, most of them men although most were not the same size as Cronus. Based on what she could see, hunters like Cronus were actually few and far between. Nicole looked over at a large stage not far from where they waited, on it a number of female slaves were hanging from their wrists as a man shouted out to the gathered crowd. It was an auction.

Men yelled up at the stage and lifted numbered batons as the seller on stage took bid after bid for a pretty looking young red head. She bore the signs of numerous beatings on her body and a half of her head was ensaced in metal, gagging her as she witnessed her own fate being sealed infront of her eyes.

As the man finally accepted bidding had ended sold she thrashed in her bonds as the guards on the stage walked over and picked her up, her new Master thrust some firm of payment to the seller before rushing over to collect her from the edge of the stage.

As soon as she was on the floor next to him the man began to beat her with a thick leather strap for no reason other than the fact he seemed to enjoy it, no one tried to stop him and in fact the man on the stage started laughing before turning to the next woman and pointing.

Cronus laughed as he watched the bidding start again, Nicole however was horrified at the scene.

“Master Cronus, this way please.” the servant of the seller said returning.

He led them through the market and to the base of a staircase that led to a large concourse above them. Large curtains blocked the top of the stairs, and two armed guards stood watch only parting them to let Cronus in when he reached the top of the staircase dragging Nicole with him.

Inside the large room beyond the curtains was an exceptionally fat man sat in a large chair overlooking the market below through a huge window. Between his legs knelt a young red headed woman who was half hidden under the man’s cloak. It was clear what she was doing and slowly but rhythmically her head bobbed up and down as she sucked on the man’s cock, even the arrival of Cronus hadnt stopped her in her duty. Two more slave girls, each locked in chastity belts, scurried around the room to fetch a drink for the visitor.

“Cronus you old dog, how’s it going!” The fat man said holding out a hand as cronus walked up to the chair. “You seem to get older faster than anyone I know, surely it’s time to retire?”

Cronus grabbed it and smiled, gripping the man’s göztepe escort hand hard and squeezing it. The man’s fingers immediately started to turn white as the circulation was cut off.

“By the gods Faustus, do you eat one of your slaves every day? You get fatter faster than anyone I’ve ever know!” Cronus chuckled.

Faustus roared in laughter and snatched back his hand back rubbing it slightly with the other. Clearly Cronus’s grip was stronger than his and it had hurt.

“Not bad for an old man hey?” Cronus chuckled before sitting down.

Pulling on the chain he pulled Nicole down in-between his legs and pushed her to the floor. Faustus chuckled and clicked his fingers, and almost immediately a slave girl showed up between the two men with two glasses of a thick amber liquid.

“To fucking whores and whipping slaves.” Faustus toasted, raising the small glass.

Cronus nodded and raised his glass, downing almost half of it immediately. Looking down at Nicole he pointed at his crotch, grinning from ear to ear.

“Remember the deal slut,” he muttered. “Play along or else.”

Nicole sighed, if she was honest with herself she had already decided to play along a bit more and sucking on Cronus’s cock was probably the least repulsive thing she could be made to do right now. She just couldn’t help but get turned on by the taste, the texture and the overall feel of his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth.

Unbuckling his trousers she opened them up and pulled his pants down to unveil his manhood. The red head girl looked over out of the corner of her eye as she sucked on Faustus’s cock and looked shocked at the size of it. She looked even more shocked as Nicole voluntarily picked up the head of it and popped it into her mouth.

Sucking the head in she closed her eyes, savouring the taste. She slowly took in more and more of the semi flaccid cock, it was actually a novel experience not to have something ripping her jaw open as Cronus forced it down her throat. Cronus moaned in pleasure as Nicole took her time, one hand gripped the base of his cock as the other cupped his large balls. As she pulled off his cock, the head popped loudly as it emerged from her mouth.

With gusto she took the head back into her mouth, sinking it deep into her throat until her chin touched Cronus’s huge ball sack. Pulling back she looked up at Cronus as she then took his whole length back into her mouth. Starting to increase the pace she kept her eyes fixed on Cronus as he looked down at him.

Cronus groaned loudly in pleasure, his body responding fast to Nicole’s attentions. It was one thing fucking her mouth as he had, but having her actually voluntarily suck on it, use her hand, use her mouth and tongue was something else. Without caring for anyone else in the room Nicole started sucking faster and faster, fondling his balls harder as he grew more and more aroused. Nicole could feel his muscles tensing up and shoved as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but Cronus clearly didn’t think it was enough and he grabbed the back of her head pushing it further down.

Spurt upon spurt of the thick, warm, delicious cum erupted from Cronus’s cock as Nicole desperately tried not to gag, as a dribble of cum forced itself out her mouth and onto Cronus’s balls.

After a few moments Cronus let go of her head, allowing her to pull back slightly as she continued to gently suck on his cock. Savouring every drop of cum Nicole obediently cleaned up his entire shaft and ball sack, only stopping when Cronus patted her on the head. Carefully she pulled his pants back up before buckling his trousers and returning to her kneeling positon.

It was only now that Nicole realises Faustus, and the three slave girls had stopped what they were doing and had been watching intently at the show Cronus and she had put on. Blushing bright red in shame she looked down at the floor.

“That’s a blow job slut,” Faustus said slapping the girl between his legs hard, throwing her to the floor.

Sobbing the girl sat back up and looked up at her master.

“I’m sorry master, I’ll try harder!” she begged.

Faustus however was clearly angry and slapped her again. “No chance slut, GUARDS!”

One of the guards came into the room fast.

“Take this slut down to the guards room, ensure as many men as possible fuck her face until she can suck cock properly.” Faustus said.

The girl was practically dragged away kicking and screaming, begging her Master for a second chance. The door closed and Cronus just sat grinning at Faustus.

“What do you want Cronus,” he said flatly. “You’ve already spoilt my morning, plan to spoil my day further? Or are you after preferential treatment for tonight’s auction, I know that batch is yours you know.”

“Come on old friend, there is no need to be upset.” Cronus said chuckling. “I won’t deny I am looking forward to tonight’s auction, but Malik is dealing with that and I won’t interfere çorlu escort at all.”

Nicole looked up at Cronus, she had lost track of time but today was the third day of her capture, the day her fellow crew mates were to be sold off.

“I’m not here to spoil your day either, in fact how about I make it up to you? Take my slave here, she needs to learn the meaning of a hard day’s work and I could think of no one better.”

Faustus looked at Cronus, then down at Nicole.

“You want your slave to come work for me?” he said confused. “What’s in it for you, what do you want?”

“Nothing, honestly.” Cronus said. “The slut can suck cock and open up her fuck holes well, but ask her to scrub the floor and she has no clue what to do! Figured she could learn the less fun parts of being a slave here best.”

Faustus looked down at Nicole who was looking intently at the floor now, somehow she felt that if she looked at Faustus we would realise there were other objectives at play.

There was an awkward silence as Faustus contemplated the request.

“Fine, but I want blow jobs at the start and end of every shift.” Faustus demanded.

Cronus shrugged. “Fine, but be warned she’s linked to my cum by the nanobots so she won’t be as enthusiastic over your cum as mine. I suspect your cum will taste like shit to her!”

“I don’t care how much she likes it, as long as she puts as much effort is as just then.” Faustus growled at Nicole. “Plus I want open access to fuck her when I like.”

Cronus sighed deeply. “Don’t push it Faustus, don’t push it. I’ll let you fuck her face at the start of the day, and her arse at the end of each day, she hates arse fucking’s anyway. That’s all that’s on offer, her pussy stays mine.”

Nicole looked up at Cronus pleadingly, she knew what arse fucking meant – pain. Cronus looked down at her and grinned.

“Added incentive to learn faster slut,” he said winking at Nicole.

She knew it was actually incentive to find out information on the Sisterhood.

Faustus sighed but nodded. “Very well Cronus, you have a deal.”

After the two shook hands Faustus reached down and grabbed Nicole’s chain, pulling her over and between his legs. Cronus chuckled before standing up and bidding farewell to Faustus.

“You belong to me during the day now slut, I suggest you try your hardest to please me.” he said opening up is legs to revealing his cock.

Nicole looked down and fought back the urge to laugh, compared to Cronus this thig was tiny. It would be considered below average for a human cock, perhaps 4 inches long and incredibly thin even though it was fully erect. With a tug at the chain though she lowered her head down and nervously took the head into her mouth, again using one hand to grip the base of the ridged member Cronus’s words were ringing in her ears, about the nanobots and the taste that she would encounter as the taste first hit her.

Nicole almost gagged when the taste registered in her mouth, Cronus’s warning was true enough. The taste of Faustus’s pre-cum was absolutely vial, it was as if someone was trying to feed her rancid, rotting food. The only thankful thing about the whole situation was that Faustus cock was so small she could take it all easily into her mouth. If she had to deep throat something this foul tasting she was sure she would throw up all over it.

“No complaining slut, you suck it good like your Masters cock no matter what the taste. I don’t give a shit if you gag on it.”

‘Gag on it?’ Nicole thought. ‘I could barely pick my teeth with it!’

Nicole expertly pleasured Faustus, the man sitting back moaning in pleasure as Nicole tried to get this over with as quickly as possible. She had to be careful with his balls as she played with them, they were far small and somehow felt more fragile than Cronus’s pair. When he did cum Nicole sucked up the tiny spurts of cum that dribbled from the end of his now shrivelling member as quickly as possible. Sitting back on her knee’s Faustus looked down at her smiling.

“I really hope you are a slow learner slut, I could get used to this every day,” he chuckled. “No one told you to stop either.”

Nicole sighed as she leant forward and took his soft cock into her mouth once more, Faustus clicking his fingers at the two remaining maids.

“Get me Madam Selene now,” he shot. The girl curtsied and immediately disappeared off.

“No rush!” he called out laughing.

*****************************************

“This is fucking ridiculous! I’m not some saviour of an alien race.” Tessa screamed at Sensi for what seemed like the 10th time.

The three survivors for the pod were still in the tent, arguing about what they had just been told. Ananke was sat off to one side listening intently.

“Look, I heard what it said but it’s just a coincidence. Just because I have some stupid nick name doesn’t mean this, this – prophecy, is about me. There may have been, or will be any ümraniye escort number of other people given that name.”

“That fall from the eternal darkness in a firestone?” Sensi said sarcastically. “Yeah, must happen all the time!”

“Yesterday you didn’t even know my name,” she said disbelievingly. “Now you’re on board that I’m going to save these people! I wonder what you’ll believe tomorrow.”

Tessa was getting more and more agitated at the situation, she didn’t want this attention, didn’t want this mantle and sure as hell wasn’t going to accept that any of this was possible without a fight.

“Ok, let’s just calm down.” Melissa said in a calm tone. “Forget the prophecy for the time being, lets figure out practically what we are going to do.”

Both Sensi and Tessa shot her a dirty look when she mentioned the prophecy but she clearly wasn’t the only one sick of the conversation.

“Your companion is correct, we must think to what we can do now. The prophecy can wait, for now.” Ananke said standing up.

“Ok,” Tessa looked round still angry but nodded. “Let’s park it for now.”

Sensi opened her mouth to speak but Melissa placed a hand on hers. As Sensi looked down Melissa shook her head softly, urging her not to push it any further.

“Ok.” She said finally sighing loudly. “What is the situation on the Ark?”

Tessa looked round and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll need to check in with Mother but need my things for that. I assume you bought them back after drugging me last night?”

Sensi rolled her eyes and was about to go off on one again when Tessa held up her hands.

“Sorry, un-called for I know. If I can get my stuff I’ll find out from mother where we are. Power was being restored to some systems, if things are on track life support and other critical systems should be operational in a few hours.”

The group left the tent and headed back towards the mountain pass, people were muttering and pointing at Tessa as they walked through the camp. Clearly the secret was out, or at least rumours were.

The group of survivors spent the next hour communicating with Mother, the repairs were still on track but there was an issue getting the drop ships functional.

“Sorry, say that again mother you need what?” Tessa said

“Each drop ship engine needs a focal point for the main gravity breaking drive, a crystal with a refractive index of certain quantities. On earth we manufacture these spheres but they are extremely fragile, hence why they are suspended in anti-gravity fields. I’m afraid with the power failure over nearly every ship both the gravity drives are off line, and there were no spares envisaged. The drop ships currently are only good for one way trips otherwise.”

“Well that was fucking stupid, why install them in the first place Mother?” Sensi shot before Tessa could open her mouth.

“I only drive the bus, I didn’t build it.” Mother retorted.

“So you need something to focus the beam to make the gravity drives work. Any chance we have something down here suitable?”

“Unlikely Commander, the only natural occurrences of suitable crystals on earth are rare gem stones, and there was only one ruby ever found of suitable size and purity. Any stone would be highly unlikely to exist on the moon, it would be 150 mm round at least.”

Tessa looked at Melissa, they had both thought the same thing.

“The word of hope!” they chimed in unison. “Mother, we may just have something for you that fits the bill, how do we test it to make sure its correct?”

“There’s a pretty simple test commander, your laser sight on your riffle should be set to an wavelength intensity setting of 62 and should be deflected by between 14 and 16 degrees. “

Sensi snorted, making both woman look round at her.

“Something to add?” Tessa said.

“These people are not going to just let you take their most prized relic to be part of some engine. I doubt they will even let you near it again if they know what you want to use it for.”

At that point the door opened and Ananke walked in, along with Aion on three other guards.

“Indeed Sensi, talk of stealing the word is amount to treason in this Sisterhood. I will hear nothing more of it or else you will have to be punished in accordance with the law.” Ananke said pointing at Tessa’s weapon.

“Confiscate that, if there is ever a time to use it then you shall have access to it Commander O’Conner, otherwise it will be kept with the rest of the high tech weapons in the vault.”

Tessa flinched but immediately three of the guards pointed their own weapons at the commander as Aion walked over and held out his hand. Looking up at him he ever so slightly shook his head, they both knew what she was thinking.

“Not here, not now,” he whispered. “Trust us.”

Sighing she thrust the weapon into his hand and standing up walked away from the door of the room were Ananke and the other guards were standing. The three took the weapon of Aion and left.

“What news of possible re-enforcements?” Ananke asked.

Tessa snorted, she realised now Ananke was using them just to make up numbers – more foot soldiers for the war on the Rutan’s.

“We should be able to send people down now shouldn’t we commander – Mother said with power restored…” Sensi started, but seeing Tessa’ glare stopped abruptly.

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“I don’t know, Mandy…are you really sure this is the best thing to do?” Trisha was skeptical.

Mandy nodded, pulling a strand of short blonde hair away from her face. “It’s the only thing to do, Trish. I have to!”

The two cheerleaders shut their lockers together, ready to head to English class. Trisha’s frilled pink miniskirt swished against her slender legs, the frills stopping around her thighs, just inches from showing off her cute butt. The petite brunette was carrying her books pressed against her chest, and they were pushing against her 32C-cup breasts, so that they strained and swelled out of her lacy tank top, two perky mounds that rode high on her slim frame and swayed slightly with each step Trisha took. She was used to walking to class with Britney, and that usually meant that they were always late. Along with the fact that Trisha was several inches shorter than the head cheerleader, she was used to running flat out through the halls to keep up with Britney as they raced to their classrooms, heels clacking and miniskirts flopping. But Mandy was a good student, always on time, and the two girls were almost the same height; barely five feet tall. So they could take their time.

“I know that’s what you think, Mandy. But I…I just don’t know if Jon’s going to see it the same way. What if he gets mad?”

Mandy sighed. “Well…I guess he might. But I just can’t keep this a secret any longer. I was up all night worrying about it, Trisha!”

The blonde slid her thumbs through the straps of her backpack, deep in thought. Mandy’s outfit, as always, was much more conservative than Trisha’s miniskirt and tank top; she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. But even in the last few days, Trisha had noticed a few changes in her friend. Mandy now walked a little more upright and poised then before, and while before she would always blush when boys looked or grinned at her, she would now wave or even offer a flirty smile back. She didn’t look any different on the outside, but Trisha could tell that Mandy, no longer a virgin, was getting more confident about everything related to boys and sex.

“Okay,” Trisha said. “So walk me through this again. You were supposed to meet him at his house at eight, but you thought it was seven.”

“Right.” Mandy’s blonde hair bobbed as she nodded.

“So Amanda gave you a ride early, and you saw Nicole walking out of his house just then.”

“Yep.”

“And he said she was just there to get some help on Biology?”

“Well, at first he was just like nothing was wrong. But then I demanded to know why she was there.” Mandy sighed, blushing. “I know…I was a stupid, jealous girlfriend. But I mean, that is kind of suspicious, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Trisha agreed. “It is.”

“So anyway, I demanded to know why she was there, and he said they were just like working on a worksheet together or something. And then we got into this big discussion, and he told me that he would never think of lying to me, that he always tells me everything. He said he never keeps anything from me.”

“So what did you say?”

The blonde shook her head. “I didn’t say anything then. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night. I mean, if he tells me everything, then I should tell him everything too, right? And that includes what we did in that bookstore. You know…practicing blowjobs on those guys.”

“And…you really trust him? About Nicole and all that?”

Mandy didn’t even hesitate. “He’s my boyfriend. Of course I trust him. And I want him to trust me too!”

Trisha nodded. “Yeah, I know, but…what if he gets mad at you? I mean, you and I know that you really just wanted to learn some stuff, that it was all about being better for him. But what if he doesn’t see it that way?”

Mandy was chewing on a piece of her short blonde hair, an old habit, deep in thought. “I don’t know…I’m worried about that too. I’ll just have to find some way to explain it to him, right? I mean, my intentions were good!”

“I guess so, but…”

“Hey, Trish!”

The two cheerleaders had just arrived at their classroom, and at the sound of her name the brunette turned. It was Britney, in a pair of denim shorts and a halter top, her stiletto boots clacking as she walked towards them. Trisha quickly put a sweet smile on her face, but her insides were boiling. She hadn’t forgotten the sight of Britney fucking Dan in her kitchen, behind her back, barely an hour after she had left the head cheerleader’s house, teary and humiliated. I can’t believe she’s still acting like she’s my friend, like she didn’t do anything wrong! But I got back at her…

“Hi Britney,” Trisha said sweetly. “What’s up?”

“You left your purse at my house, hun. You really didn’t notice until now?”

Of course she had noticed; that was why she had gone back to Britney’s house in the first place, and had ended up catching her in the act. I almost want to tell her about last night…about whimpering and bucking in handcuffs on Dan’s table, about letting him and five other guys fuck me in his apartment. Just to see her face! But instead she feigned surprise.

“Really? batman escort Oh man…I’m such a ditz. Thanks a lot, Brit!”

“No problem. Can you bring me mine tomorrow?”

“Of course!” Trisha chirped. Yeah…whatever!

“Thanks. Hey, you want to do something tonight?” Britney was leaning casually against the wall, as sexy and confident as ever, her gorgeous legs stretched out, catching the eye of every guy who passed them.

“Oh, um…” Trisha thought quickly. “I…can’t tonight, Britney, sorry! I’m doing something with Mandy.” Her best friend caught on just as quickly, and she nodded too.

“Oh, okay.” Britney shrugged. “Some other time, then. See ya!” And then the class slut strode off, her long hair cascading across her slim back, her ass wiggling in her tight shorts.

“Wow,” Mandy whispered as they watched her leave. “I can’t believe her. She’s acting like nothing’s wrong!”

Trisha smiled at her friend as the two petite girls walked into the classroom. She could always count on Mandy for support, even in something like hating someone together. “I know.” The cheerleaders took their seats at their desks, Trisha carefully adjusting her miniskirt over her slim thighs.

“Still, though…” Mandy said, sounding concerned. “Are you sure it was a good idea to go see Dan again?”

Trisha shuddered slightly at the thought, remembering the way she was passed around by half a dozen men, the feeling of having a cock plunged into her cunt and her mouth at the same time, of being covered with cum from men who had paid to fuck her. At first she was overwhelmed with shame, but then she felt herself tingling with pleasure, thinking about the feeling of those hard cocks powering into her, of the lust in their eyes as they ravished her together, grabbing and groping her dainty body. “Yes,” she said, smiling back at Mandy. “I’m glad I did it. It was totally worth it.”

Mandy’s face remained concerned for a few seconds, but at last she smiled and let out a giggle. “Geez, Trish…I’ll better make sure to never go behind your back like Britney!”

Trisha giggled too. “Oh, Mandy…I know you never would!”

***

That afternoon, Trisha was lounging on her bed, reading for History, when the phone rang. The young cheerleader was lying on the stomach, propped on her elbows, her perky tits pressed against the bedspread, the frills of her miniskirt resting on the slight curve of her ass, so that her panties just barely peeked out the bottom. She had tied her long, wavy brown hair into a ponytail that now dangled down her slim, arched back. Trisha waited for the ringing to stop, assuming that her parents would answer it. But a second later, there was a knock at her bedroom door.

“Trisha, honey?” It was her mother.

“Yeah, mom?”

“Phone for you.”

The petite cheerleader hopped off the bed, straightening her skirt as she thanked her mom and put the phone to her ear. But before she could even say anything, she heard a loud sniff, and then the sound of someone blowing their nose.

“Hello??”

“Trisha!!” It was Mandy. She was clearly crying, her voice weepy and interrupted by constant sniffs and sobs.

“Mandy! What…w-what’s wrong?”

“Oh, Trisha…you were right! I should have listened to you! I’m such an idiot!”

Trisha held the phone closer to her ear, standing in the middle of her bedroom, struggling to hear through Mandy’s sobs. Her friend was almost impossible to understand. “Right about what? I…I don’t understand.”

“About Jon!” Mandy wailed. “I…I just couldn’t h-help it. I told him a-about that afternoon in the bookstore…w-when you taught me about blowjob…”

Trisha sighed. Oh no…

“And he got mad!” she sobbed. “He s-said it was like cheating! He said I had no idea whose dick I was sucking!”

Well…he’s kind of right, isn’t he? I mean, that was the point! Why did she tell him?? “And then what?”

“A-and then he said he couldn’t believe I had done that and he hung up!!! And he wouldn’t answer any of my calls!!”

“Mandy…” Trisha’s heart went out to her friend. “I’m so sorry…”

“No…” Mandy sniffled, her voice getting so weak that for a moment, it was barely a whisper. “No, there’s more…”

Uh oh… “Oh…okay, go on…”

“W-well…” Mandy paused to sniff. “I drove over to his house, right? Because I just had to talk to him! I couldn’t let us end things like that!”

Trisha nodded. “Right. And then…?”

“I…I tried to call him when I got to his street, but he still wouldn’t answer! And when I rang the doorbell no one answered! But I…I knew he was home ’cause I was just talking to him!” Mandy gulped. “So…so I tried to sneak into his bedroom…”

“Oh, Mandy! You didn’t!”

But Mandy didn’t even hear Trisha, and she kept plowing on with her story. “And then, I saw that his light was on, so I was trying to get his attention and I peeked in through the window, and…and…”

“And…what?” Trisha’s eyes widened as she sat on her bed, the phone plastered to her cheek.

“He…he was there…and yalova escort he was…he was…”

“He was what??” Trisha shouted, unable to control herself.

“Oh, Trisha! He was…f-f…” Mandy stuttered now, unable to get out the word. “f-fucking Nicole! I was right! I was right the entire time!”

Trisha gasped. That certainly wasn’t what she expected. “Oh my God! I don’t believe it” What an asshole!

Mandy’s voice was now louder than before, wild and frantic. “B-but Trisha…what if I drove him to her?? What if he always wanted to be with her, but he was faithful to me…until I told him about…”

“No!” Trisha stopped her. “Don’t you see, Mandy? He was cheating on you the whole time! You were the only honest one…you tried to do the right thing! And he took advantage of you!” First Britney, and now Jon… why does everyone have to lie to everyone else??

Mandy’s sniffles came through slowly. “W-what…? You…really think?”

“Of course!” Trisha shouted. “Don’t think that any of this is your fault, Mandy!”

There was a long pause on Mandy’s side of the line. Then, suddenly, the blonde’s voice came back, fiery and angry. “You’re…you’re right! I can’t believe him! You’re totally right, Trisha!”

The petite cheerleader nodded, fingering her miniskirt as she listened. “You’re better off without him!”

“Yeah!” Mandy replied, her voice rising now. “I’m a million times better off without him! I’m…I can’t believe him!” Trisha’s friend was no longer sniffling; now she was sputtering in her anger. “He…he was cheating on me with Nicole the entire time…and he thought I couldn’t be with anyone else? He thought I could only give him a blowjob?? No way!! I’ll show him, Trisha! I’ll show him he doesn’t deserve me!”

Trisha nodded again, smiling. “Good for you, Mandy!”

Mandy kept rambling, as if Trisha wasn’t even there. “I…I’ll show him I can sleep with whoever I want too!”

“Good! Serves him right!”

“Yeah!” Mandy was now speaking in a blur, frantic and livid. “He’ll see! Maybe…maybe I’ll sleep with the first guy I see! Or maybe…I’ll go back to that store and give out some more blowjobs! Or…”

There was another pause, and Trisha flopped down on her bed as she waited, for so long that she wondered if something had happened. But just as she was about to say something, Mandy’s voice came back, and this time it had a different, darker tone to it.

“No, Trisha, I have an even better idea! Remember when we were talking about Dan earlier today? I want you to call him tonight, too! And…I want to go with you!”

Trisha jolted upright. Wait…what?? “Um…h-hold on a minute, Mandy. Let’s not get carried away. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“No, Trish,” Mandy’s voice was completely steady now. “it’s a great idea! You’ve told me how Dan always uses you like a slut…how he makes you do all these dirty, nasty things! I’m going to do them too! I’m going to show Jon how dirty I can really be!”

What? This is crazy!! “Mandy…wait…two weeks ago you were a virgin! I don’t…I think you should think about this a little bit.” God…I’ve been hanging out with Britney for months, I’m a complete slut, and even I’m ashamed of the things Dan’s done to me! Getting fucked together by a group of strangers…letting everyone watch while two men plunge their cocks into me together…what makes Mandy think she could handle that? She’s crazy!

“No,” Mandy said again. “No, I’m sure about this, Trisha. I’m going to head over to your house, okay? Call Dan. I’ll see you soon.”

“Mandy! Mandy, wait!” Trisha yelped in panic. But then she heard a dial tone. Mandy had already hung up.

Trisha jumped up off her bed, ignoring the fact that her miniskirt was rumpled halfway up her ass, pacing around her bedroom in fright, staring at the carpet, trying desperately to think. At last, the cheerleader stopped in front of her mirror, and looked up. She saw her own reflection in the mirror; a petite brunette, eighteen years old and barely five feet tall, looking just as cute and sweet as usual, with her perky tits thrust out and her slender legs on display underneath her skirt. The little body in the mirror had been ravished and abused so many times by Dan; the tight pussy under her miniskirt had been pumped and drilled by countless cocks in the lifeguard’s apartment. Trisha had subjected herself to enough hard poundings from Dan to know what to expect. But bringing Mandy along?? That’s out of the question! Dan’s already corrupted me…he’s already got me addicted to the way he fucks me, the way he treats me like a whore! But…not Mandy! No way!

Trisha sighed, shaking her head, sending her long brown hair flopping around her pouty cheeks. I’ll…I’ll just have to talk her out of it! I can do that…right?

***

But only an hour later, Trisha found herself standing on Dan’s porch, next to Mandy. Trisha paused in front of Dan’s door, holding her breath, closing her eyes and listening to the night air. She had had this feeling before, in this exact spot: the feeling that this was a terrible idea, that she should just go home ordu escort before it was too late. This time, she was surer than ever. But somehow, here she was. Somehow, instead of changing Mandy’s mind, she had arrived at the lifeguard’s apartment with her friend in tow.

She turned to stare at the blonde, standing next to her on the balcony. Mandy’s outfit was borrowed entirely from Trisha’s wardrobe; a white blouse tied up around her naval, exposing her friend’s impressively slim, taut stomach, and a checkered miniskirt. The skirt’s hem ended in frills that stopped at the tops of Mandy’s thighs, and her legs looked even more slender than usual in sheer white stockings and a pair of Trisha’s black stiletto heels. Not used to the heels, Mandy had tripped and wobbled her way from the car to Dan’s apartment building, but even so the blonde had finished off her slutty-schoolgirl look by putting her short blonde hair up into a pair of pigtails that bobbed briskly in the air with each of her steps. As she stood on the balcony, Trisha couldn’t help admitting that Mandy looked fantastic; a dainty blonde, showing off her petite, teenage figure, looking so innocent and sweet and yet dressed so naughty at the same time. And that just makes things worse! These guys are going to pounce all over her as soon as they see her: an eighteen-year-old blonde, cute and all dolled up!

“What are you waiting for?” Mandy said, staring at her friend with a determined look on her face.

“Oh…um…nothing… I just thought that…maybe we could think this over…”

Mandy quickly shook her head, sending the pigtails flopping. “No way, Trisha. Just knock. I’m ready.”

Mandy had been so fierce and angry at Trisha’s house. Her vindictive side was brand new to Trisha, and it frightened her. The petite brunette had prepared a whole speech for Mandy, ready to tell her friend that there was absolutely no way she would take her, that Mandy wasn’t thinking things through, that she was just doing this for revenge and she would regret it as soon as she got there. But the blonde had shown up refusing to back down, her face flushed with determination, her blue eyes steely and fierce. In Trisha’s room, her friend raged and yelled, demanding the sluttiest outfits to wear to Dan’s, ignoring Trisha even as she desperately tried to get a word in. And before she knew it, she was driving Mandy to Dan’s apartment in her car.

“Mandy, I’m just saying…you can’t imagine what it’s like to…”

“No!” Mandy’s voice was higher than usual, and she fiercely shook her head again. “Just knock, Trisha!”

The cheerleader gulped, and she finally obeyed. Dan opened the door only a second later, his breath smelling of alcohol, grinning down at the two petite girls. “Come on in, sweethearts,” he smirked.

Last night, when Trisha had arrived, the men had been lounged casually around the apartment, waiting for her. But news of her wild, nasty gang-bang must have spread since then, because with a sinking feeling Trisha saw that the room was much more full than yesterday, and this time they were all eagerly edging towards the doorway in a crowd, fighting to see the new arrivals.

They weren’t disappointed. As she and Mandy stepped inside and Dan closed the door, Trisha could almost feel their eyes widening with delight as they drank in the sight: two high school cheerleaders, both of them barely five feet tall, looking just as young and cute as the lifeguard had promised. Mandy was every guy’s schoolgirl fantasy come to life, her tied-up shirt tight around her slim chest and baring her tapered waist, her checkered miniskirt barely covering her ass. Trisha, submitting to Mandy’s demands, had slipped into a short, red strapless dress, wrapped tight around her petite figure. Her perky tits strained against the fabric, two round, ample mounds that seemed just moments away from popping out of the dress’s low-cut top. The material hugged every inch of the curve of Trisha’s waist, the arch of her back and her firm ass, the hem just an inch away from revealing a peek of her thong. The cheerleader suddenly jolted as she felt Dan’s hands on her slim back, and she realized that he was fingering the tie on the back of her dress, teasing his fingers through the single bow; he was relishing the knowledge that with a single pull, he could undo the tie of her dress and let it sag down Trisha’s braless chest and slim frame.

“Well, Trisha,” he smirked. “Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?”

Trisha turned to look at Mandy, and her heart sank. It was just as she had expected. The blonde’s gritty, determined look had been wiped clean and replaced by widened eyes and a frightened expression. She watched as her friend instinctively tried to tug the short miniskirt down over more of her slim thighs, ashamed of her skimpy outfit, trying to cover herself against the leers and grins of all the men in the room. But every bit that she pulled it down only revealed more of her taut stomach, and after a few more tugs the straps of the blonde’s thong peeked out of the top. Mandy noticed them instantly, and with a soft gasp she quickly stopped played with her skirt, instead planting her arms straight by her sides, mortified. I tried to warn her! Trisha thought. It’s one thing to think about fucking a bunch of guys to get back at someone…but it’s totally different to actually be in the room, to see their hungry faces, ready to tear off your clothes… Why didn’t she listen to me?

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I was talking to my lover one evening after a long day, and I asked her to tell me about something that she desperately wanted. I was just making conversation at the time, but she asked me what specific area of life I was talking about. To be a smart Alec, I told her to start with sex. I don’t know what answer I expected to get, but the one I got stunned me.

She paused for a second and then told me that she wanted to be with a man and a woman at the same time. Talk about a shock. I was expecting a moonlight rendezvous with Tom Cruise or something impossible. What she had asked for was something that could happen, and was going to happen, if I had anything to say about it. It would be her turn to be surprised.

Brad was one of my co-workers, and someone who I talked to a lot. We would have lunch together, sometimes play golf, and stop for the occasional drink after work. One day, he confided in me that he and his wife Carol had gotten into the swinging scene. I told him that I thought it was good that they were so open in their relationship, but I didn’t think that I could go there. He urged me to bring Mandy, my girlfriend, over one night, and we would find out just where our relationship really was. I really had my doubts, but to be polite, I assured Brad what we would get together someday. Yeah. Right.

Well you can bet that the next day at work, I made a beeline to Brad’s cubical to tell him the news. He really took things matter of factly and said that he and Carol were going to be home Friday, and to come out. I didn’t know how he could be so calm, when my heart was ready to burst out of my chest.

I went home that night and told Mandy that we were invited to dinner at Brads on Friday.

I think that was the longest week I have ever lived through. When Friday evening finally rolled around, I nearly set a land speed record getting home to pick up Mandy.

We arrived at 6:00 for dinner. Mandy had worn her denim skirt, and a loose white sweater. I loved the way that the sweater caressed her curves, and the skirt really left nothing to the imagination. Try as hard as you could, you could not see any panty lines. I asked her about this and she just smiled. She told me that if I was a good boy, I might get to find out on the way home if she was wearing panties or not. I smiled back at her knowing that if things went as planned, I would not have to wait until we went home to find out her little secret.

Brad answered the door when we rang the bell. He was wearing blue jeans and a button down oxford shirt. He kissed Mandy on the cheek and winked at me. I had told him that she did not know what I had in mind. I don’t know if the wink was to set my heart at ease or not, but I had butterflies the size of seagulls after he did that.

I don’t remember much of dinner. We sat down at the table almost right away and Carol came out of the kitchen with a pan of lasagna. I almost choked on my wine when she walked out because she was wearing something that was dangerously close to a French maids outfit.

Mandy jokingly said, “Are you looking to get laid tonight?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Carol replied.

I noticed that Carol was sitting kind of close to Mandy at dinner, and somehow Mandy’s wine glass never seemed to be empty. Dinner seemed to last forever. The talk was nothing in depth, just casual banter between two couples. I could not help noticing however, that Carol kept giving Mandy appraising looks. She was constantly running her fingers across the rim of her wine glass and looking at me too. I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat.

After dinner, Mandy stood up to go to the restroom and caught herself on the edge of the table; she was a bit tipsy. Carol stood up to go with her.

“I will show you where it is,” she said.

As they walked down the hall, Carol slipped her arm around Mandy’s waist to “help her keep her balance”. As they walked, she leaned over and whispered something. Both girls burst out laughing as they walked around the corner.

Brad and I stood up and went to the living room. They had a big screen TV and a large couch facing it. I brought the wine bottle and the glasses, and filled them up as we sat down to watch a movie.

I suggested “when Harry met Sally” because that was Mandy’s favorite. The girls came back from the bathroom giggling the whole way. They sat down on the couch with us. I was on the far right, with Mandy next to me, Carol set next to Mandy, and Brad sat on the far left.

We started the movie, and Mandy snuggled into my arms like she does when we watch a movie together. She started to pull her feet up under her, but Carol told her to stretch out, şişli escort so she put her legs across Carol’s lap.

“Would you like me to rub your feet?” asked Carol.

“Sure as long as you don’t tickle,” said Mandy.

Carol started stroking Mandy’s feet, and then rubbing them with strong sure hands.

“Mmmmm,” was all Mandy could say.

After a short time Mandy had turned herself so she was lying in my arms. Brad had gotten up and turned the lights down. As she lay there, I leaned over and kissed her, and then as subtly as possible started stroking her breast with the hand that was under my arms. She smiled and snuggled into me and closed her eyes.

“What more could a girl want than strong arms to lay in and a foot massage,” she said.

I kissed her again, and gave her breast a squeeze.

The movie rolled on, until the famous scene came where Sally faked the orgasm in the diner. At that point Carol gave a throaty laugh.

“What are you laughing like that for?” demanded Mandy.

“Doesn’t Rob make you scream like that?” Carol asked.

Mandy just chuckled.

“I see,” said Carol. “Well I will have to teach him how,” she said.

“Yeah, right,” said Mandy.

I kissed her again, and started caressing both breasts at that point. Carol paused the foot massage, and leaned over and gave Brad a long passionate kiss.

“Why don’t we switch movies?” she asked.

“Whatever you want,” said Mandy, “just don’t stop what you are doing.”

“Oh, honey,” she said, “I wouldn’t dream of it,” replied Carol.

Brad put something in, I have no idea what, but it was definitely much hotter than “when Harry met Sally”. No more than two minutes into the movie, a couple was in bed, and having loud wet sex. At that point, Mandy opened her eyes, and started watching the movie. Carol was rubbing Mandy’s calves now. Brad had leaned over and was nuzzling Carol’s neck. Brad started to unbutton Carols top as the couple in the movie lay panting in each other’s arms. I slid my hand under Mandy’s sweater and cupped her generous breasts. She could feel the hardness rising in my pants. She tore her eyes away from the movie and started to tell me that I was going to far. But then she looked up at Brad and Carol. Carol’s shirt was totally open, and Brad’s hands were all over her breasts as they kissed. Carol, however, had kept to her promise, and was still rubbing Mandy’s legs, but somehow she had reached her thighs. I started flicking my thumbs across Mandy’s nipples. She looked up at me questioningly.

“This is all for you baby,” is all I said. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her deeply.

Carol took her cue from this and leaned down and kissed the inside of Mandy’s thigh. Mandy gave a little sigh, but did not resist. Brad stood up and removed his shirt. Carol slid over to where he had been sitting. Carol began kissing Mandy’s thighs enthusiastically then. I reached down and pulled the sweater over Mandy’s head, and Brad knelt on the opposite side of her. He winked at me reassuringly and started to nuzzle Mandy’s breasts.

Brad began licking Mandy’s nipples as Carol started working her way towards Mandy’s pussy. I took my free hand and started caressing Mandy’s cheek. Brad reached down and placed his hand on Carol’s head, pushing her the rest of the way to Mandy’s pussy. As Carols tongue started exploring Mandy’s pussy, Brad began sucking her nipples hard. Mandy immediately arched her back to give Carol better access. Carol took advantage of this and wet her finger and started tracing circles around Mandy’s ass.

“OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD, I am gonna cum,” panted Mandy.

Carol’s head started bobbing up and down frantically and Brad sucked each tit, for a second and then moved to the other. Finally Mandy gave a huge heave with her hips and let out a loud scream as the orgasm hit her.

“Yes Yes Yes,” she screamed. Brad laid his head on Mandy’s chest and Carol hugged her legs as the after shocks hit her. We dozed for a while then until the movie ran out and the test pattern woke us up for another round.

I woke up some time later. I don’t know how long I slept. The room was dim and the sound was turned down on the television. As I grew more aware of my surroundings, the first thing that I noticed was that Mandy was not in my arms. How she got up without waking me, I will never know, I must have had more wine than I thought. I started to sit up, and a hand caught my shoulder. Carol squatted down in front of me and placed her fingers on her lips to shush me as I started to speak.

She leaned over and said “quiet baby, if you make a sound, you will ruin it.”

I sat up slowly taksim escort and saw what Carol was talking about.

Brad was sitting on the floor, his legs stretched out in front of him. He was stark naked. I shook my head to make sure that I was awake, but there was Mandy, my lover, wearing a blindfold, just as naked, squatting over him. Brad was fully erect, and I could see the precum glisten on the head of his large cock. Mandy was trying to take his cock in her ass. I was dumfounded. I don’t know what happened while I was asleep, but she had never even been willing to discuss anal sex with me. I started to protest but Carol clamped her hand down over my mouth before I could say anything. She bent over to whisper in my ear, her large breasts brushing my chest.

“We had to work really hard for this Rob. Be a good boy and don’t fuck it up now. It will be worth it, trust me,” she said.

I could only nod. Carol sat next to me while I watched. She held me and stroked my hair and nibble on my ear as I sat there incredulous.

At first, his cock would just not go. Mandy wriggled and twisted but she could not make any progress. Finally, she rose up and muttered something to Brad. He reached over and grabbed a bottle of baby oil, pouring it liberally onto his throbbing cock.

Carol whispered in my ear, “Be right back,” and slid off the couch and onto the floor next to Mandy.

Brad lay flat on his back then, and Carol put her hands on Mandy’s ass to guide her. She held her close and murmured in her ear. Suddenly Mandy’s breath caught as her ass finally parted and let the head of Brads cock in. Slowly she eased down onto him, taking his length and girth smoothly inside her.

As she finally settled all the way down, she said “Wait for a minute.”

Carol just held her, and kept stroking her hair and murmuring to her. Finally Mandy began to rise up tentatively. Only a little at first, but then as it began feeling more comfortable and she gained confidence, the strokes became longer and faster. She began to moan and she leaned forward, her hair falling in front of her face. My eyes were glued to her. Her lovely breasts were bouncing with each thrust, and I thought I could cum just watching her. Carol finally let her go, watching this woman fuck her husband, and stroking her own pussy. She turned to me and smiled.

She mouthed the words “worth it?”

I could only nod.

Carol was watching Mandy intently as she rocked and thrust on Brad’s hard cock.

Mandy’s breath started coming in gasps as she murmured “I am gonna cum.”

“Not yet sweet heart,” said Carol.

She crawled back over to Mandy and stopped her from thrusting.

“Lean back hon, there is something I need to do.” Mandy pouted, but obediently lay back on Brad’s chest, breathing hard.

Quickly Carol stood, and opened a drawer under the entertainment center. She pulled out a harness with a large, long, black dildo on it. I was speechless. She had it on and was straddling Mandy’s legs in and instant. Brad was laying very still, his hard cock still in Mandy’s ass. Carol reached down, and took some of the wetness from Mandy’s pussy to wet the dildo. Without saying a word, she placed the head at the opening of Mandy’s soaking pussy, and eased it in.

“Oh FUCK,” Mandy screamed.

Carol paid no attention, and began a steady thrusting, pushing the big cock all the way in and then drawing it almost all the way out. Brad waited until Carol found her rhythm, and then started thrusting his cock in Mandy’s ass once again. Mandy could only grunt with each simultaneous thrust into her writhing body. I knew that she was going to cum and soon. She grabbed Carol’s shoulders, and dug her nails in. This was going to be a big one. Neither Carol nor Brad had the slightest mercy on Mandy. She screamed and thrashed as she came the first time. The thrusting went on.

“Omigod,” she screamed as the next one hit her almost immediately.

Still her two lovers would not relent. For a while the only noise in the room was their labored breathing and the sound of cock and dildo slapping Mandy’s skin. Finally, she made a sound that I had never heard before, maybe a cross between a growl and a sob.

“OOHHHHHH GODDDDDD” she howled. Her back arched and I could see the claw marks in Carols back. Finally, she slumped back and lay still.

“I think she passed out,” said Carol.

I sat there in stunned silence. I could not believe what I had just seen. Mandy, the love of my life, had just had anal with another man. This was the woman who would not even talk about it with me. So many different emotions were washing şirinevler escort over me, almost too fast for me to react to them. I was telling myself that I had asked for this. I had arranged it, so what was I doing having second thoughts now. On the other hand, arranging this was one thing, but sitting on the sidelines was quite another. I mean, what the fuck, what about me? I looked down, and Mandy had snuggled into Brad’s arms, and had a contented little smile on her face.

OK, this was starting to piss me off.

About that time, Carol looked up at me, and searched my face with her eyes. She gave a little nod to herself and crawled over to my chair.

“Not feeling too good?” she asked.

I looked away from her. I was so screwed up emotionally at that moment that I was afraid I was going to get teary eyed. That definitely was NOT going to happen. Carol reached around and started to pull my face back towards her, to force me to look at her. I swatted her hand away.

“Fuck off,” I snarled.

Instantly she took a handful of my hair and spun my head around and kissed me hard on the mouth. I was stunned for a moment, but then pushed her off, so that I could stand up. As soon as I stood, she jumped on me, wrapping her arms and legs around me and kissed me again. I turned her around and dropped us both into the chair. She put her lips next to my ear and said,

“C’mon Big Boy, fuck me. I know you want do.”

Then she bit my ear. Hard. A switch went off in my head when she did that. All of the sudden, time seemed to slow down. My cock, that had been half limp, sprung to full alert. Carol had pulled her face back from mine, and was staring into my eyes.

“Give it to me, Rob. Take it out on me. Or are you afraid.”

From somewhere inside of me, came a growl. Her words were literally ringing in my ears. I lined my cock up with her pussy and shoved it in deep. She gave a groan of pleasure, and dug her fingernails into my back.

“That’s it baby, take me hard.”

I needed no more urging. My cock pounded in and out of her. She hissed words of encouragement in my ears.

“Yesssssss….harder….deeper…..”

I rode her. I twisted her nipples in my fingers, I bit her shoulders, I buried my face in her hair and growled…. I started to feel my groin tightening, and knew that I was going to cum soon. My strokes went from brutal to frantic. The cheeks of my ass tightened and then my balls, and I erupted inside of her. She could feel the jerkiness of my thrusts and the new slickness, and she clamped her legs around me and held on, holding me deep inside. I lay my head on the chair next to her, resting, and panting. She began running her fingernails up and down my back. Surprisingly, my cock was staying hard inside of her. Suddenly, I felt a hand in between my shoulder blades. Brad had gotten up during my time with Carol.

He leaned down, and said into my ear, “I am going to do something for you that will even the score, buddy. Now just stay still, and go with this, OK?”

“OK”.

Carol was holding me very tightly by then.

“Just relax,” she said.

Brad knelt down behind me, and I felt his hands on my ass.

“Hey, whoa, wait a minute”, I said.

Then Mandy spoke up. “Go with this baby, I want you to.”

“Whatever, just get it over with.” I said.

Brad spread the cheeks of my ass, and something warm and very slippery was eased in.

“How ya doin Buddy?” asked Brad.

“I thought you were bigger,” I muttered.

“Oh no,” he said, “not tonight. Get a load of this.”

Suddenly, whatever was in my ass started to vibrate and pulse. I let out a yell, and Carol chuckled.

“Back up baby,” she said.

I leaned back, and she slid off the chair. Mandy took her place.

“C’mon baby, make me holler.”

I needed no urging. I leaned over and began flicking her nipples with my tongue, sucking hard on them, and then biting gently. My cock was already throbbing painfully.

“I want you inside of me. Fuck me like you did Carol.”

I could not pass up the invitation. The buzz in my ass was driving me insane with desire. I pressed my cock into Mandy, and began stroking her with long even strokes. Whoever was holding the controls to the vibe was getting impatient, because they turned it up faster. My hips became a blur.

“ooooo,,yeeesssss,” she cried. “Hard, I want it hard.”

I gave her all I had. The chair was rocking back with each thrust. Finally I felt myself gathering for another orgasm. The vibe got turned up to full, and suddenly Brad and Carol were on either side of me sucking and flicking my nipples. I felt the orgasm come. I heard my cries echo around the room. I looked at Mandy, and she was in slow motion. Her tits bouncing up and down as I filled her with my cum. I finally collapsed in a heap in Brad and Carol’s arms, totally spent.

“I told you it would be worth it,” said Carol.

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