Jennifer Taylor

 is going off to Baylor

  without her precious hymen

   because she lost it to an educator

    when she sluffed on his assignment

Jennifer Taylor

 no face was paler

  than when she knew she was sunk

   and the only way she was going to bail

    herself out was to have to fuck

Jennifer Taylor

 was quite a wailer

  when she took her teacher's tool

   she screamed and cursed

    just like a sailor

     so she wouldn't have to do summer school

Jennifer Taylor

 she yelped and flailed her

  slender upper body

   as the man who held her hips impaled her

    in a pussy packing party

Jennifer Taylor

 did what it took to save her

  from missing walking the stage

   when the girl gave her first sexual favor

    to a man her father's age

Jennifer Taylor

 no bitch was braver

  than this desperate high school chick

   whose hopeless situation made her

    decide to take her teacher's dick

Jennifer Taylor

 what was going to shame her

  more than being her teacher's whore

   was having the final list not name her

    when the seniors all crossed the floor

Jennifer Taylor

 nothing would derail her

  from graduation with her class

   she was willing to go to hell or

    even bare her teenaged ass

Jennifer Taylor

 it was a no-brainer

  for the hopeless high school honey

   there was no way

    she wanted the school to retain her

     she would have paid

      with sex or money

Jennifer Taylor

 the conditions constrained her

  to consort in carnal sin

   with the only man

    who now could save her

     with one stroke of his pen 

Jennifer Taylor

 her choices chained her

  so she gave her treasure up

   to a veteran teacher

    who defamed her

     in a classic classroom fuck

Jennifer Taylor

 still yet I savor

  her delicious defloration

   not long before the smile I gave her

    and said "good luck" at graduation

Jennifer Taylor

 the "B" I gave her

  helped her redeem herself

   and the hymen for which I was glad to trade her

    is a trophy on my shelf

Jennifer Taylor

 I hope I didn't change her

  from being a good young christian

   but she had no choice and who would blame her

    for fullfilling her urgent mission ?

Jennifer Taylor

 fornication gained her

  the right to graduate

   and though her loss of virtue pained her

    there still was no debate

     that in the end it would be best

      and she would not regret it

       that she got on to her teacher's desk

        and earned her final credit

*Jennifer accepted her certificate of academic accreditation, in blue cap and gown, at the city's largest arena on Saturday May 27, 2005. 

  I have in my possession a priceless photo of a smiling Jennifer Leigh Taylor crossing the stage to receive the official diploma she'd worked so hard for.

  After the ceremonies were completed, she attended an all-night graduation party where by all accounts she celebrated in a manner very uncharacteristic of her church-going reputation, confirming the loss of her viginity several times with a number of her classmates, who I'm sure found it very exciting and satisfying to finally get a piece of her baptist pussy, even if it was on the last day of their high school career. 

 Apparently, her orgiastic wickedness at the senior party wasn't reported to the youth pastors at NW Baptist because, one week later, Jennifer left with her church youth group on a week-long mission to Mexico. She painted, put up curtains, played with the kids and was praised by all as an outstanding worker with a great attitude - and a model young christian.

 In August 2005, Jennifer enrolled at Baylor University - a place approved by her paranoid parents as a protected environment where she could easily maintain her moral standards and make good on her pre-teen pledge of abstinence to the altar so that her deacon daddy could give her away as an undefiled virgin bride.

And now for the best news of all:

This year I get to teach her indefatigably cheerful, smiley-faced, bright-eyed, metal-mouthed, even more incredibly slim-but-shapely-figured, bubble-butted sophomore sister, Meghan.

   Do you believe in Deja-vu?

Did I also tell you that, from what I can see, she's got the same small perfectly formed tits that her sister excited me with - as well as a similarly narrow, elegant young neck that, also, nicely supports a chained cross of silver that rests on the exposed ivory white skin of her upper chest.

So far, too-cute and perky Meghan is showing every sign of being at least as flaky and irresponsible about remembering her assignments as her less extroverted, prettier, older sister proved to be.     Excellent. 

ronald    yellowarches@iemails.com

Jennifer Taylor

 had to avail herself

  of her only opportunity

   to erase the "F" she had on paper

    it cost her virginity

Jennifer Taylor

 earned a waiver

  for the project she didn't do

   when she performed a different kind of labor

    as her teacher's student screw

Jennifer Taylor

 avoided failure

  when the man devirginized her

   but she got the passing grade he mailed her

    and her folks were none the wiser

Faces appeared in the windows and now I could see at least 15 guys and the others from both sides of the bus at the windows on our side. I put on a show as Steve drove and had an orgasm and licked my fingers after. Suddenly one window went down and a man (we later found he was the coach) motioned for us to roll down our window. I did and he shouted to pull over somewhere and they would follow us. THere was a place coming up that had a good size parking area and some of it was not too well lit so we pulled off there and sure enough the bus pulled of behind us. Steve pulled to the corner of the lot and they pulled next to us hiding the car with the door to the bus facing our car. Steve looked at me, "Well, enjoy hun, I will take a nap." and so naked I got out of the car and leaned against it. A lot of the guys got out and gathered around me and made comments that all made me that much hotter. There were black and white basketball players of a college team coming back from a game and some were in shorts and some jeans but all of them looked great to me.

I leaned against the car, my legs apart and my tits in my hands the nipples hard as hell and juices flowing from my pussy. "He guys, how are you?" I said massaging myself all over. "Fuckin great." was the normal response and as they gathered around the coach stepped to the front. "So what is the offer here?" He said. "What will this cost? Is it just a show or real action?" he said rubbing a growing bulge.

I slipped to my knees and freed his cock and massaged it, "Well, I don't do just shows, I never charge and all I require is that I get to suck and fuck every one of you here. Any questions?" I said and took his cock down my throat. He let out a moan that told me he was really in need and would unload soon so I took him deep into my throat and wrapped my tonguearound his cock until he shot his load and I swallowed it all down. I got up and walked to the bus door, "Let's go inside so I can get off this gravel lot, it kills my knees." I said and went in and to the middle of the seats. They were nice and roomy and so I sat down and motioned for another man to let me have his cock. Several moved forward and I reached inside their shorts and pulled out some nice sized cocks, al ready to be sucked. With one in each hand and one down my throat I began sucking them, slowly so that they made a lot of noise and moaned a lot. That always makes me hotter and make me have lots of orgasms and I stopped and said, "Look guys, Obviously I am a cum slut and I like to hear the men I suck and fuck tell me how great a whore I am, so get vocal, it makes he hot." I said and took the cock back down my throat. Now there was cheering and shouts as to how hot and how a whore like me was really great and my orgasms soaked the seat.

I looked up and black guy was standing there his cock bulging and I said, "I need something to sit on too baby, how bout letting me ride that." Now I had a swollen cock in pussy and they kept stepping up for me to suck off. I don't know how many or how many times I sucked them but I know I was filling up my tummy with cum and that each time they also swapped out cocks for me to sit on. I took one in puss then in the ass then in puss. I was having globs of cum flowing out of me and I kept having orgasm after orgasm. I swallowed what must have been a gallon of cum from these cocks and they all made me feel so good.

I finally was sitting on a cock and it swelled and filled my ass and the cum shot into me like a rifle shot. "Oh my god, that was great, please fuck pussy now." I said and a younger guy that was short had filled my ass. "Sure lady." he said and laid me on the seat with my legs in the air. I looked down and his cock was huge and thick. He drove into me and cum ploppled out on the seat and he filled he. "Oh fuck me hard, come on, fuck the slut, fuck her good." I moaned and then almost was shouting. I had been having orgasms but this one sprayed all over the cock in me and the cum from my pussy soaked his balls and the floor and hit a couple guys near us. He kept ramming me since he had not cum yet and another squirting orgasm soaked his cock again. Finally he filled me and again I sprayed his cock and balls.

I laid there with my hips unable to stop moving, "Anyone got anything to put in pussy till she stops cumming?" I saked and someone shoved a 2 liter Pepsi bottle into me and my pussy grabbed onto it and had more orgasms. I laid there with it in me and just enjoyed it. I was helped up and Steve was at the door, "You guys take care of her yet?" he said. They all gave a "hell yes" almost at the same time. Steve gave out our number to them and some promise to come over and take care of me when I need a really good gang fuck. We drove home and I laid in the bed still shivering from the sex I had. I slept great and the next day got up and showered and got the cum off my body and out of my hair but the cum I had swallowed was still there...LOL.

Well folks. I love you all and if ever going down I-85 around the Commerce exit I may be there. Short, hot, 42EEE tits and pussy that needs fucking and a hot mouth that loves to suck cocks.

Love

Tess

After an hour inside the air conditioned comfort of the cafe stepping out into the sun was like a very hot slap to the face and by the time I walked home I probably sweated out the coffee and iced water. The machine was finished so I hung everything out on the line, it would be dry in next to no time so why use the electric dryer. The pool was beckoning me with its siren song of gently lapping water so I went and put on a pair of old folks swimmin' trunks. I raided my sons CD collection and found a compilation disk of 70's and 80's hits. I cranked the volume up on the poolside cd player and dove in.

The water was colder than the surrounding air and hit my skin in like a hundred tiny pinpricks. By the time had swum to the end and back my body had adjusted to the temperature and I steadily worked my way through lengths of the pool and tumble turns, exactly as I was taught so long ago. Now I must admit I'm in pretty good shape for a guy my age, dye the hair black and I could easily pass for 50. I got out of the pool before I became too wrinkled and pruney and went into a solid exercise workout in time to some hot 80's tunes. I just have a thing for synth pop, so kill me.

With the music up I could not hear anyone banging on the front door but in the seconds between songs I finally heard someone calling me from the side gate. Thinking it was a neighbour I was annoying I tried looking the old man part as I rounded the garage to see who it was. I could only see a face, framed with wild red hair, over the gate but my posture instantly changed to macho man as I sidled to the gate to take in more of the goddess standing there.

The face was a dead give away that this was Kimi's mother so I was extra suave as I opened the gate to admit her into the yard. She thanked me with a nod and swept along the path to the back of the house. It was extremely lucky I was now behind her because the light hit her sundress at just the right angle for me to see her legs through the material and I followed them all the way to the curve of her arse and the panties that covered it. I grabbed a towel and threw it around my waist to hide yet another erection. It must be the warm weather waking up my long hibernating hormones. 

Her name is Kali, I kid you not, everyone's name here starts with a K. Kali explained that she is a single mother and was working a double shift at the local hospital last night when the storm hit. She told me how Kimi had been caught out in a storm when she was young and is usually terrified when one hits. Kali had rung Kimi this morning to see how she had coped and Kimi had told her what I had done to her.

I was suddenly on the defensive and my body tensed for the explosion but obviously what Kimi had told her was not "everything" that had happened and then Kali leaned over and kissed me. Kimi it seems is now cured of her storm phobia thanks to some happy memories of me for the next time a storm hits. I was so dumbstruck I ummed and arghed before I finally remembered my manners and offered Kali a drink, as it was still oppressively hot.

I beat a hasty retreat inside to the kitchen to find something cold to drink but the fridge was full of fizzy soft drink or beer. I hadn't heard Kali come in behind me but she suggested a beer over my shoulder. Kali was leaning on the breakfast bar so I could only see the top half of her and it was then that I spotted two dark nipples staining the pure white material of her dress. They drew in the eye like magnets and I had to shake my head as I said glass to regain my concentration.

Kali was happy to drink from the bottle so I dumped some chips in a bowl and we sat outside in the shade and discussed a whole range of topics. She was slightly older than my son and his wife, early 40's, was all she would say. Her husband had been a truck driver who just grew to enjoy the road and who had driven off one day never to be seen again. He sent money for a while and eventually she heard he had died on the road so she had just got on with her life.

Between work and Kimi she didn't really have time to find anyone else. She had stood up to speak and my focus was divided between her arse as she walked one way and those bullet hole nipples as she came back. She sounded like she just wanted to talk and didn't really care if I was listening or not. I broke into the conversation to ask if she wanted another beer but her reply surprised me as she said she wanted to go for a swim. Sounding really old fashioned I asked if she needed something to swim in but Kali looked at me and said we're both adults.

In one motion she pulled down the zip and stepped from the dress, then another step preceded a graceful dive into the pool. All I saw was bare back, white panties then splash. Kali stayed underwater all the way down the pool and when she surfaced her wet, red hair wrapped her head and shoulders like moulded copper. She swam back to a spot in front of me and rested by the side of the pool.

Squashed against the edge of the pool her breasts mounded up like a fresh baked loaf of bread, the nipples just below where I could see. She waved for me to join her and I thought I could make it into the water quickly enough for her not to see my erection. That was when Lady Luck laughed at me. I planned to rush the pool, dropping the towel at the last minute before I dove in. It went oh so smoothly in my mind, but in reality I tripped over the towel, which had caught an ankle, and then I flipped like a breaching whale as I hit the water. The bad entry angle combined with any number of other factors resulted in my shorts joining the towel around my other ankle.

Kali tried to sound reassuring between guffaws of laughter as I tried to reclaim my shorts. My leg was jerked in an odd direction and the next sound I heard was the unmistakeable noise of wet cloth on concrete. I looked at the pool deck and there were my shorts, I could feel an all over blush creeping across my skin. As I turned to look a Kali I heard that sound again from a different direction and swivelling my head saw a small, white pile of wet material. Kali swam over to me and draped her arms around of my neck and kissed me flush on the lips. She hung on like a limpet, her tongue forcing apart my lips.

Could I, should I. Do I take advantage of this woman. My brain provided the shortest logical argument "she is an adult".

My hands cupped her arse pulling us tightly together. We drifted around the pool in our lip locked embrace. I freed a hand from her butt and slid it along skin as smooth and supple as her daughters until I had it over her breast and tweaking at her blood filled nipple. Her reaction was if struck by an electric eel, her whole body stiffened in my arms and her face came away from mine, mouth open in a silent scream.

Energy poured into her and she had me forced back against the pool wall. She smothered me with kisses as her hand fumbled for my dick. I thought she was going to jerk it completely off but she was really trying to get it into her. With all the skill and dexterity of a synchronised swimmer she manoeuvred my dick into her pussy. Even underwater I could feel the heat. The reaction to her tweaked nipple was nothing compared to my dick pushing up into her. Kali braced against the side of the pool and pulled me fully into with one deep thrust.

I had positioned myself so I could plant both feet on the pool bottom to avoid splashing about. With me holding firm Kali used the buoyancy of the water to bounce on my balance pole. The water was acting as a cushion so Kali couldn't get as much penetration as she wanted so she let go and swam to the shallow end, wiggling her butt as she climbed out. I was behind her in seconds and she folded to her knees on the recliner lounge and I quickly re-inserted my dick in her hot spot.

I was glad the neighbours were not at home, or the girls, because Kali must not have had a good seeing too in a long time. I pushed and with little effort, I had her fully impaled on my erect dick. I could see she loved it even as her head trashed about, and her eyes had a wild stare. Lips pulled back from her teeth Kali pleaded, begged and out-right swore for me to fuck her and was not backward in coming forward as to how she wanted it.

I pulled out, flipped her on her back and dove back in before she had a chance to cool down a fraction. I pummelled her pussy, pistoning my dick into her slick sex slide. Kali wrapped her legs behind my back and locked her ankles to prevent me getting out again. She shrieked, like all the girls did when excited, as I pumped myself into her, sweat streaming down my brow and off the end of my nose. Her enthusiasm only served to excite me more, as I pounded her into the recliner.

Youthful exuberance, 40 next to 60 is young, might be keeping Kali going but two frantic sex session in 24 hours was a bit more than I could handle and before I had gotten her off properly I was shooting my aged sperm into her while bellowing like a bull moose. My get up and go, got up and went and I was left face down covering Kali like a wrinkled quilt. It was after several minutes of deep breathing before I could talk to her.

I stood, taking her hand; dragged Kali up and in silence pulled her along into the house. We went to the en-suite off the main bedroom and had a slow, sensual shower. I stood behind Kali, as the water washed over us, and reached around her to soap her breasts. She melted into my arms as I ran my soap smooth hands over her body. Her breasts were a little saggy and large but to me they felt like water filled balloons. I lifted each to soap underneath and then let them slide from my hand.

She turned towards me and kissed me deep and passionately. I soaped her back and butt while we kissed. Long, slow sweeps of my hands across her body feeling every inch of her silky skin. Kali moved her hip at an angle and I knew instinctively what she meant. My roaming hand slid between us and I massaged soap into her tangle of pubic hair.

Hitting just the right spot sent a shudder through her and I realised she still had not gotten off properly. I killed the shower and wrapped Kali in an extra large bath towel. I patted off any excess water and carried her to the bed. I gently lay her on the bed and she unfolded to towel and then her body opened like an exquisite flower. I got between her legs and with little angel kisses I began to explore Kali in the most intimate of ways. The perfume of the soap mingled with her own sexual aroma and I drew several lungfuls of this amazing fragrance into my nose, holding each breath as if it may be my last.

Now my finger and tongue worked as a tag team as I penetrated the folds of her womanhood. Kali oohed and ahhed as I prodded, probed, licked and kissed my way up and down her slit. One slippery finger played with her butt hole and her back arched off the bed. Kali was humping her pubis into my face allowing finger and tongue to get deeper into the action.

Raising my eyes to look at her body I could see Kali was working on her boobs. Rolling and folding them like bread dough with the occasional tweak of her nipples. Even after all these years it is still an erotic turn-on the watch a woman getting herself worked up and that is exactly what it was doing to me. I positioned my dick at her vaginal opening and slid in again. This time I took it long and steady, the gun might be hot but the bullets were slow to reload. This gave me the opportunity to suckle on her boobs. Pumped with her fired up blood they were round and hard as Kali lay on her back and let me make love to her.

Long, slow love as I smothered her face and neck with kisses. Nibbling on her ear as her head rocked from side to side. My hands were absorbing every contour of her body as we built up steam to a shuddering orgasm. Kali was bucking me, her body seeking a release for her pent up passion, until she finally peeked, screaming to the Lord for the satisfaction she had received.

Time drifted away as we lay together in our sex-induced stupor. Neither of us said a word for a long time we just listened to each other's contented breathing. I don't know how long we had slept for but by the fading light around the curtains it must be well into the afternoon. I woke my sleeping beauty with a kiss and suggested we get dressed before the girls get back. I picked up shorts and a t from the chair in the room as Kali's naked derriere disappeared out the door. With prefect timing we were seated by the pool with a drink in our hands as the girls came in.

They were at first surprised to see Kali there but were soon talking as one about their day at the beach. It was then that I noticed Kali's wet panties were still poolside. Deflecting the girls into the house to put all their dirty beach stuff in the wash I sprinted to the panties and with a smooth underarm throw had them back to Kali before the girls returned. Kali and Kimi left and the girls quizzed me about her being here. I told them it was a polite visit to thank me for looking after Kimi during last night’s storm. I changed the subject to last nights concert and what time they got home, this had the desired effect of stopping them talking so I suggested dinner and headed to the kitchen to whip something up.

Next morning Kira and Kara slept late so I went out for coffee, and this was totally unplanned, but I ran into Kali at the cafe. She was there with another man but happily waved me over to join them. His name was Phil, I had expected Ken, and he was from the local council and supervised the local community centre. Kali it seemed helped out there and involved me in the story of old computers they had and how she and Ken, sorry Phil, were trying to raise funds to get newer machines for the seniors to use. This was going to take up a lot of Kali's spare time so I wasn't going to be able to see her for the next few days.

Phil was apologetic about the local council not being able to kick in more funding but it was nearly the end of the budget period. He also told Kali he had a layout for some ideas at the centre if she wanted to come back with him. I asked to borrow a phone and while I waited for my coffee to arrive I wheeled and dealed my magic on some former employees and tah dah I had got the centre six, top of the line PC's, a network server and high speed, wireless internet connection, all arriving on Friday along with a posse of PR, media and techs and all for the budget price of nothing. Kali was nearly wetting herself with excitement but Phil just gave me the evil eye and the most insincere smile any politician had ever used.

After a rather limp handshake Phil departed and left Kali and I alone to finish our coffee. Kali had a gleam in her eye when we left and offered me a ride home, considering the ever-present heat. Kali turned left from the car park and not right which was the direction to my son’s house. We drove in silence for a few minutes until she turned into a tree-lined driveway. This was her house and she invited me in for a moment. As soon as we were in the door she was all over me kissing my face and running her hand across the front of my pants.

I have to say that all the sex I was getting was now starting to take its toll on me. While I was enjoying the attention from Kali my dick was slow off the block and not racing to full size as fast as it had been. Kali moved away and told me to stay, like a well-trained puppy. She went to the kitchen and I had a look around the house. In minutes she was back with two glasses of wine to celebrate my successful dealing for the computers.

Kali was dressed like thousands of office women do every day, mid length grey skirt and matching blazer over a white t-shirt with low-heeled black shoes. Now Kali's skirt had a nice slit in the side that gave a good view of her leg as she walked. As we sipped our wine I slid my hand into the slit and ran it up her thigh. It wasn't a t-shirt but a very figure hugging body suit and I ran a finger down the leg line till I met the snaps between her legs. My hand covered her mound and I could see a ruddy flush pinking her face as we looked at each other over our wine glasses.

Then the unmistakeable sound of a key into a lock broke our tension and we were standing like normal adults as Kimi rounded the corner and saw us there. She looked from one of us to the other and back but Kali jumped in with the explanation before Kimi could ask any awkward questions. Then Kali's mobile rang and she was off answering questions about the computers I just stood and looked at Kimi. She come over and gave me a feather light kiss and a thank you before heading upstairs.

Kali came back with an apologetic look on her face and it seems the whole deal with the computers was about to become a media circus and she had to get to the community centre and wanted me along. We drove in silence for several minutes to the community centre but when we arrived the place was bustling with activity. It seems "my people" had gotten onto the job as soon as I had closed the phone and now there were all sorts of workmen getting the small room for the computers enlarged and fitted out in advance of the arrival of the machines.

Phil was lording over the whole proceedings and did not look happy at my sudden arrival but I played the bigger man and gratefully acknowledged his essential role in the deal, I had used his phone. A politician in a good spotlight is as happy as a pig in mud and Phil soaked up every accolade that was thrown his way. Kali told me that Phil had been trying to get into her pants for months and that was why he was dragging out the work from the start. I said I must be very lucky because I got in in next to no time but Kali countered with the fact that she now had the PC’s.

The next few days were a swirl of activity as the local newspapers, radio and TV clamoured for interviews with any of the three of us. Phil wanted blanket coverage but did not want to appear to be pushing himself as the sole contributor to this circus. Politicians are so good at pulling you in while holding you back it almost seems like they are doing you the favour. Even Kira, Kara and Kimi got into the spirit of the event by painting and hanging some banners. Being even a slightly newsworthy story also bought out some of the towns B list celebrities and sporting personalities to offer their words of encouragement and the squeals of delight from the girls informed me whenever one arrived.

The big day arrived and city dignitaries were out in force basking in the glow of a happy public. My old boss stopped by and collected myself, Kali and the girls in his private limo and whisked us to the community centre. We had talked on the phone but he now appeared to be holding something back and kept the conversation moving around. It was a frenzy of lights, cameras and action when we arrived. Hand shakes all-round, before a bevy of speeches and finally the official ribbon cutting.

I was so relaxed in the moment I almost failed to hear that I was being appointed liaison officer and tech support supervisor for the project for at least the first year. This elicited a host of squeals from the girls and a hug from Kali as my old boss welcomed me back onto the payroll. I stood totally flabbergasted as everyone made their way to the refreshments. Eventually I was able to discuss the situation and was informed that the deal was off if I backed out now but funding would be available as long as I hung around.

Kali took my hand and lead me out to the limo, she was dressed in a similar outfit as she had worn the other day except that it was black and the bodysuit had a lacey panel across the front. I could see enough breast to hold my interest. We got in the limo and before I was seated it moved off. Kali launched herself at me and knocked me flat onto the floor. She smothered me with kisses while trying to undo my belt and trousers. It had actually been a few days since I had any sex so I was ready to go and my hand found its own way under her skirt to pop the clips open on her bodysuit.

My fingers slid into her moist snatch and her moans of pleasure filled the cabin of the limo. As soon as Kali had my dick out of my trousers it disappeared into her mouth. She leaned down and took just the head of my dick into her mouth. It felt so soft and warm the way she worked her mouth up and down my dick. Kali massaged that little space between balls and ass hole with her finger. I had never felt such intense pleasure as this before and it was driving me wild. I tried to concentrate on working her pussy into frothy foam as I plunged three fingers into her like an extra dick. 

I was not sure how much longer I could hold off cumming as I had always prided myself on doing. Before my balls exploded and I wasted a full load I pulled her up away from my dick. I was flat on my back feeling every bump on the road as Kali lifted herself up and squatted down on my dick. It went in to the most velvety pussy I had ever been in. I was in just deep enough so that the head of my cock was rubbing up inside her but not deep enough to hurt her. She was rocking and bouncing on my dick.

None of my dreams or fantasies came anywhere close to this reality as I continued to fuck my dick hard and deep into Kali's pussy. I had a swollen breast in either hand and tweaked one then the other of her stiff and enlarged nipples, causing her to hump harder and cry out even more. Kali's body arched and she screamed loudly as she rode my dick to an intense orgasm. Then I felt the beginning of the surge as a cascade of fresh, hot cum blasted up my dick from my tightening balls, spewing forth and deep into her pussy, and I kept on cumming, and cumming until Kali shuddered with an almost violent orgasm. I kept pumping and then we were kissing again, hot and passionate, our tongues doing mad pirouettes that fanned fires in our bodies.

By the time the limo returned us to the community centre we were once again dressed in a very proper fashion. My boss walked to the car and told me to enjoy the perks of my new position. The party was winding down and everyone was moving off and all this would soon be just yesterday’s news. I collected all of my girls and we caught a cab home for an afternoon in the pool and a bar-b-cue for an easy evening meal.

Once my son arrived back from his working holiday I went home and fixed up my business there before coming back to take up my position at the community centre. Kali had lots of ideas on how to set up and use the machines and we were soon running classes for just about anyone in the community. I moved in with Kali, as she is now pregnant with our baby, and life is good.

I did finally tell Kali about my night with Kimi and she laughed and said she had known all the time. Kimi had told her everything and she decided that if sex with me could make Kimi forget her fear of storms maybe if she had sex with me it would rid her of her fear of living out her days alone.

It's times like this that put the grand into being a Grandpa.

"Well... you see, the author of this story decided to make a small section at the front for several reasons,"  Sera explained as she played with one of her dreadlocks.  She faced the unseen audience and continued,  "One is to show off any small-time gags that may not fit into the storyline.  If you read manga, you might remember some of them having small sections at the front, back, or between chapters.  This small section is basically copying that."

"Um... are you feeling alright?  Who exactly are you talking to?" Sandra asked as she tried to look into the direction Sera was facing.  Unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to see the unseen readers who were looking back at her.  "What do you mean by 'author' and 'story'?  We're not fictional characters."

"Poor girl, you must still be in denial," Sera wrapped her arms around her bewildered companion.  With her face nestled in Sandra's neck and her right hand stroking Sandra's hair, the blonde said, "Don't worry, things will get easier once you accept it."

"Wha... wha... what are you doing?" Sandra blushed furiously as she tried to push the blonde girl off of her.  Unfortunately, she couldn't even move her arms let alone push the other girl away.

"Another reason why this section exist is in case plot takes up more time than sex," Sera continued as she flicked her pink tongue against her new victim's earlobe.  It was almost as if she were the snake who caught a rabbit who was too out of it to notice anything until it was too late.  Sandra could only close her eyes  and moan with pleasure as she felt experienced and flexible fingers dance along her left breast.

"I... I still... don't under-" Sandra breathed heavily as her blood began to boil with pleasure.  She wasn't sure why, yet it happened anyway.  Her heart was pumping and her adrenaline level was through the roof.

"Anyway, we've taken up far too much time," Sera announced as she released her prey and faced the unseen audience again.  With a cheerful look on her face and her seductive expression hidden, she continued, "It's about time we started up the story, which is pretty much the reason why you're here, right?"

"Wai... wait a minute, that's it?" Sandra shouted hysterically as she sat up on the floor.  Apparently, her legs lost their strength and turned into jello when Sera licked her ear.  A look of disappointment and anger crossed her face as she looked up at the blonde.  "How... what..."

"Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty of action once you're introduced," Sera giggled as she patted her prey on the hand.  She licked her lips in anticipation at the thought of Sandra down on her knees and licking pussy.  "I hope you like it up the ass."

"Wait... what?" Sandra's face went white with fear.

"You'll see," Sera giggled.

*****

"I can't be late this time," Thirteen muttered as he walked to school with his backpack slung over his right shoulder.  The autumn wind carried several brightly coloured leaves through the air before scrapping them along the ground.  The young man watched with lightless eyes as the leaves made a circle with their movements.  He stopped and stood there, thinking about what happened yesterday.

Images of Sera flashed in his mind's eye as he remembered the events that took place.  His classmate, Trent was hiding in his locker when Thirteen first met him.  After that, the two of them explored the school's hidden tunnels together.  No... things began even before that.  It all started when he heard that strange voice in his head during homeroom.  It turned out the message wasn't for him, but rather...

"Huh?  Ack!  I'm late!" Thirteen exclaimed as soon as he looked down at his watch.  He quickly ran down the sidewalk to get to school as quickly as possible.  After a few minutes, he turned around and ran in the opposite direction for he remembered he already passed Windroy Twelve Forrest High several minutes ago.

Title: WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson II
Class: 4D
Room: 104
[i]Isn't a female Demon Hunter called a Demon Huntress?  Demoness Huntress?  Er... Demon(ess) Huntress?[/i]

"Leafy, you're late!  Again!"  Mr. Smith shouted angrily as soon as Thirteen, now Leafy, stepped into the classroom.  The irritated teacher marked the late student before continuing down the attendance sheet.

"Uh... okay..." Leafy blinked in confusion, then took his seat behind Monica.  As soon as he did, he noticed someone familiar in the seat next to him.

"Hey, what's up, Leafy?" Trent grinned as he clasped a hand on Leafy's shoulder.

"Please don't call me that," Leafy muttered as he rested his head against the top of the desk and away from his new friend.  As soon as he did, he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Monica Kurenai," Mr. Smith called out without looking up from the attendance sheet.

"Here," Monica replied as she raised her hand to indicate that she was present.  As soon as she dropped her hand, she slumped into her seat and started wondering about yesterday.  Her thoughts turned to Leafy and the connection between him and Sera.  Sera... for some reason, that girl bothered Monica more than anyone else in the classroom... and there were many people who bothered her.

There was that strange student with the completely concealing black robes in the back of the room.  There was also a kid with metal antennae sticking out of his head and a girl with white eyes.  There was a guy wearing black who had the eyes of someone who killed before.  There was Leafy's friend, Trent, who skipped class yesterday to explore a secret tunnel.  Maybe it was just her imagination, but she felt as if homeroom 4D was more than it seemed.

As Mr. Smith started the lesson, the young Japanese girl looked up at the ceiling.  Since the teacher was only looking forward, most of the students didn't pay attention.  Monica didn't notice for she too started to have her attention wane with time...

*****

One day ago...

"Excuse me, are you okay? You had been standing there for ten minutes," Monica snapped her fingers in front of Leafy's face. Her locker just happened to be right next to Leafy's.

"Huh? Oh... right... sorry, just thinking about something," Leafy apologized with a flustered look on his face. The two of them happened to have a couple classes together besides homeroom, so they got a couple chances to talk to each other. At first Leafy wondered if the strange voice from homeroom came from Monica since she sat in front of him. Since the strange voice did not match Monica's, he threw that idea out the window.

"There's no need to apologize, but you should hurry up. They're closing the school in a few minutes," Monica warned as she gathered her books into her bag and walked away. As she did, a look of concern crossed her face as her eyes shifted to the side. She muttered to herself, "Strange..."

"What? Already?" Leafy asked with a look of suspicion on his face. Suddenly, a stab of fear went through his body. He really, really, really wanted to check out the girl's locker room, but he knew the reason for it was too ridiculous to consider it. He wondered why he was so tempted and pondered on the thought that perhaps there was something wrong with him.

Meanwhile, Monica had just reached the front doors of the school entrance.  The front hall of the school was pretty big for the ceiling was two floors up.  Two large trophy cases that were also two floors high were on either side of the eight main doors.  She reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of one of the door's horizontal handles.

[i]ZZZZAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!![/i]

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" Monica shrieked as she felt several volts of electricity pass through her hands.  The shock was enough to send her head spinning and her adrenaline pumping.  She staggered backwards away from the doors and immediately looked around with a dangerous glare in her eyes.  She whirled around and came face to face with the one responsible for the stunt just now.

"Heh... magical wards are pretty useful, don't you think?" An arrogant voice belonging to a female student snickered.  The owner of the voice had yet to reveal herself, but that was all the more reason to be on guard.  Judging from the sound of the voice, the attacker couldn't had been any older than... say... a college student.  Monica continued scanning the large front hall for the enemy, but was unable to see in the darkness.  What was more... her vision was starting to fade on her.

The hidden enemy smirked as she watched her prey from a distance.  She licked her lips as she watched Monica stagger about in search for the one responsible.  The ward she used had enough power to temporarily send a normal person into paralysis in only seconds.

It was a zapper ward, which was a piece of paper placed on one side of a door.  Anyone who touched the other side of the door would temporarily lose all control of their muscles in seconds.  The victim would lose their vision and voice as well, but they'd still be able to hear and feel.  They would be completely aware of their situation, but wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.  If Monica were a normal person, she would had already been lying down on the floor completely helpless and at the mercy of her captor.  However, Monica was not a normal person.

"Motoko 'Monica' Kurenai, fourth disciple of the Double-Sword Devil-Slayer,"  The voice continued to taunt her prey.  "One of the few practitioners of the Shin Onitsurugi-Ryuu style of kenjutsu at the advanced level.  You're also that bitch, Sanae's kohai."

"Wh-where... show... y-y-your..." Monica managed to rasp out as she managed to stand up straight.  She stood completely motionless in one spot with her arms up and ready.  She closed her eyes and decided to concentrate on fighting back the effects of the initial shock first.

Suddenly, Monica felt a presence behind her, but made no sudden movements.  She felt two fingers dig into her right collarbone and warm breath on her neck.  The mysterious voice hissed into the semi-paralyzed girl's left ear.  "There's no need to fight it.  Just relax and let go of yourself.  I promise you'll enjoy it."

"*Sh-shut the f-fuck up,*" Monica growled in Japanese as she jerked forward and slapped the back of her right wrist against the hand that was on her shoulder.  As she spun around, she thrust her fingers towards her opponent's throat while her hand was in the shape for chopping.

"Aw... too bad you missed," The mysterious attacker smirked maliciously once she moved her head back and out of the way of the sudden strike.  As soon as she did, her face was visible for Monica to see.  The attacker had long brown hair with pink bangs and red string around each long side-burn.  Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of silver-framed sunglasses and the bottom half of her face was hidden behind a metal mask.  She also wore a dark jacket and what appeared to be rubber pants.

The masked assailant pressed her fist up against her chest and prepared to shoulder her victim onto the floor.  Unfortunately for her, she was not fast enough.  Before she knew it, Monica's initial strike became a chopping motion towards the throat.  Naturally, the attacker moved out of the way and raised her hands to defend herself.  However, she failed to notice the low left kick towards the back of her right knee.  Suffice to say, the combination was enough to knock her off balance.

"Ack..." Monica found herself stumbling after her retaliation and also lost her balance.  She started hopping on her right foot, but could not maintain control over her muscles long enough to balance herself.  It only took a couple seconds before she also found herself lying on the school floor.

"Grr... stupid bitch," The female attacker growled as she cautiously got to her feet.  She was careless and underestimated her opponent because she felt secured after the zapper trap worked.  She believed that Monica was already helpless and in her hands even if the Japanese girl was able to somehow resist the zapper's effects.  She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Monica felt the effects of the zapper ward begin to subside and her vision became a bit clearer.  She felt a bit sluggish, as if she just endured hours of harsh training.  That was fine by her... she was used to fighting after enduring hours of harsh training.

"Hmph, you just got lucky, that's all," The attacker growled as she took out a stun-gun from an inner-pocket of her jacket.  The masked woman stood up with the gun held threateningly at the girl.

In the blink of an eye, the stun-gun was knocked out of the assailant's hand.  Monica used her right hand to chop at the opponent's wrist while her left hand slapped the back of the hand holding the gun.  As the masked woman's eyes followed her gun, her prey pressed on to attack.  Right before the gun hit the floor, Monica's right foot snapped up into a round-house kick towards the left waist.

[i]ZZZZAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!![/i]

"....."  Monica opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.  It was the exact same kind of feeling she experienced when she tried to leave the school through the front doors.  She staggered backwards and while trying to collect herself, but immediately lost her balance.  Adrenaline was pumping through the veins and her heart pounded faster than ever, but nothing made her muscle work.

"You're not getting off that easily," The masked woman smirked as she caught her victim before the stunned girl hit the floor.  She wrapped her arms around the Japanese girl and gave her the bear-hug of death.  With strong arms, she hugged Monica and refused to let go as volts of electricity came out of her body.

[i]Kuso... *Damnit*,[/i] Monica thought to herself as darkness slowly took over her vision.  She could feel the specialized electricity course painfully through her body as her limbs went limp from the zapping, the pain, and from exhaustion.  For some strange reason, her hearing and olfactory senses started going crazy.  She swore she could smell honey and she fell to the floor with a painful smash.

"Heh... I can see why you caught her eye,"  The attacker grinned devilishly behind her mask as she stood over her prize.  She shed her jacket to reveal that she was wearing a full-body rubber-suit.

Everything from the chin-down was covered with black rubber including her hands and feet.  The skin-tight uniform revealed an athletically attractive body.  Her stomach was as flat as a board and her legs looked shapely and strong.  The only regret any straight man, lesbian, or bisexual would feel after seeing such an image was that the actual skin was hidden.

On her back and on her front were four long pieces of paper with strange symbols arranged into the shape of crosses.  Apparently, zapper wards don't just work on doors.  "I didn't expect you to knock out my gun, so it's a good thing you aimed for my waist and not my face."

"K-kuso..." Monica grunted as she desperately reached out with a trembling hand.  As soon as she touched the rubber skin around her opponent's ankle, her hand dropped to the floor.  She was stopped by the stun-gun that was back in her captive's hands.  Due to the effects of the zapper ward, she was still conscious and breathing.

"After all that you can still move?  These zapper wards aren't as strong as I thought they'd be," The masked woman remarked as she grabbed the fallen girl by the hair.  She pulled down her mask and forced open her victim's mouth.  She hawked up and spit into the helpless girl's exposed throat.  Monica could do nothing but swallow the spit or suffocate from having her windpipe blocked.

"Now that I've a closer look, you're a hot-looking thing, aren't you?  I wish I could play around with you some more, but I've got a job to do,"  The attacker smirked as she started removing her victim's clothes.

Monica felt the smooth material of the rubber uniform rub up against her face.  The wards must've been either deactivated for taken off since she didn't feel anymore shocks.  She tried to resist when her panties were taken off, but she couldn't even move her fingers much less retaliate.  A chill went up her spine when she felt hands groping her breasts.  She couldn't even shiver in response.

"Mmm... I'd love to make such a cutie like you my sex slave," The masked woman trailed the tip of her tongue along the helpless girl's collarbone while her index fingers and thumb twisted the exposed nipples.  Monica couldn't even moan in pleasure... moan in pleasure?  To her horror, the Japanese girl found herself enjoying the attention that her erect nipples were receiving.  She could even feel her pussy getting wet from all the excitement!

"Well someone seems to be enjoying this," The rubber-clad woman giggled as her finger slipped into her captive's pussy.  She lifted her finger and brought it under Monica's nose as her tongue danced along the side of the paralyzed girl's neck.  "You know... I just might make you my slave anyway.  We'll have sooooo much fun together.  In only a couple days I'll have you reduced to the submissive bitch you were meant to be."

[i]Glint...[/i]

"Hmm?"  The rubber-clad attacker noticed something yellow in the corner of her eye.  Before she knew what hit her, her head snapped to the side and her eyes rolled over into the back of her head.  She fell onto the floor with the paralyzed Japanese girl in her arms.

"Sorry girl, but she's mine," Sera smirked as she stood over the fallen girls with her hands folded behind her back.  Her eyes trailed over to the front doors and she told herself, "Hmm... better not mess with those.  They'll wear out by morning... probably."

*****

The next day...

"So, who do you think would win, Batman or Superman?"  Trent asked as he held his can of pop over his head with one hand and a pocket knife with the other.  He was crouching on the seat of a chair at a table in the cafeteria with a small pyramid of pop cans in front of him.  Other people sitting at the table included Monica and Leafy, formerly known as thirteen.  The kid with the metal antennae, who introduced himself as Kenny, and a girl named Io were also sitting at the table.

"Superman," Kenny replied as he took a bite out of a tuna sandwich.  If you ignored the metal antennae, he looked like any other student at WTF High.  He had on a red cap worn backwards, short black hair, and freckles all over his face.

"Wait, which versions are we talking about here?"  Io asked hurriedly.  She had the appearance of a middle school student despite being a high school senior.  She had short auburn hair and green eyes.  "Original, retro, JLA, Golden-years, emerald-world, or new-age?"

"Does it matter?  Batman's just human, right?"  Kenny pointed out.

"Original for both," Trent answered as he poked a hole in his can of pop.  He opened his mouth and allowed the resulting stream of coke to pour down his throat.

"The original Superman was Canadian," Leafy said while pointing upwards.  His other hand was cupping his elbow.  "I think Batman would win."

"Why?  Cause Superman's Canadian?"  Kenny asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, cause Batman has kryptonite and therefore will always win," Leafy replied.  "Why would you think Superman being Canadian had anything to do with him winning or not?"

"Superman's weakness in Emerald world is radioactive marshmallow," Trent grinned as soon as he was finished drinking his can of pop.  "Ah... the 2010s... crazy times."

"Excuse me, may we sit here?" Everyone's attention shifted towards the owner of the new voice.  Sera smiled sweetly at everyone else as she stood with her tray of food in hand.  Linda was standing behind Sera while looking as though she were interested in the mashed potatoes she had bought for lunch.  Both Leafy and Monica looked equally interested in their food and refused to look back up at Sera.  Both of them had flushed looks on their faces.

"Sure!  The more the merrier!"  Trent exclaimed with a happy look on his face.  "Plenty of seats at this table, anyway."

"Thank you," Sera replied as she took a seat while motioning for Linda to follow suit.  "By the way, did you boys enjoy the show last night?"

"We sure did," Trent grinned as he grabbed another can of pop from the small pyramid in front of him.  As soon as Sera's question was asked, Leafy sprayed coke all over the table while Monica's face went redder.  Trent immediately followed up with his own question, "Who's faster, Superman or Flash?"

*****

One day ago...

"Ugh..."  Monica groaned as she slowly came about.  She lifted her head and her field of vision started coming back into focus.  The muscles in her arms, legs, neck, and pretty much everywhere else were sore from exhaustion and pain.  It took her a few seconds before she realized that she was in the locker room.  The first person she noticed was one of her classmates, Linda.  Linda, without any clothes on, was kneeling on the floor submissively with her head down and her hands behind her back.  Behind Linda was another of her classmates, Sera Spykes, who was also not wearing any clothes.

Her eyes widened and her brain immediately became alert as she recalled the past events.  That mysterious masked woman almost had her, but she was... saved by Sera?  No... Sera knocked her out with some kind of sleeping spell right after that.  Sera said that Monica was hers, so did her alleged saviour intend to own her?  No... she didn't want to become a slave... that's not what she wanted!

The Japanese girl tried to move her arms and legs, but to no avail for her wrists and ankles were tied with thick white scarves.  She was hanging approximately one foot from the floor with her wrists above her head.  Her ankles were tied together with one scarf while her wrists were tied to the long scarf she was dangling from.  The scarf her wrists were attached to appeared to thread through some invisible pulley before ending tied up to the leg of one of the benches.

"It's no use trying to resist.  Those scarves by themselves are stronger than steel even without my spells," Sera smirked with her arms crossed in front of herself.  She licked her lips and eyed the prize in front of her with predatory intent in her serpent-like eyes.  The slits that were her pupils bore deep into the pale and soft flesh of the bounded Japanese girl.  Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth like a snake tasting its caught prey.

"Let me go or else," Monica threatened as she stopped her struggling long enough for her eyes to meet Sera's.  She refused to look like some deer caught in headlights just waiting to die.  Her sharp brown eyes met Sera's predatory gaze like two swords crossing for the first time.  Neither the proud serpent nor the cornered wolf were willing to be the first to back down.

"Now is that anyway to treat the person who saved your life, Moto-chan?"  Sera asked with an obviously fake hurt look on her face.  Her devilish grin returned as she cupped a finger under Monica's chin.  The tip of her polished nail trailed along the surface of the bounded girl's throat.  Monica held her breathe and kept herself from gulping as her eyes stayed on Sera's.  Sera withdrew her finger and backed away with what looked to be a satisfied look on her face.

"You... you tied me up," Monica replied as soon as she found her voice again.  "And don't call me Moto-chan."

"Oh, by the way, go ahead and speak Japanese if you want.  I'll understand what you're saying," Sera said as she turned around and waved her hand in a dismissive manner.  She walked away towards the row of lockers on the far end of the locker room.

"*Damn mother-fucking bitch!  Lemme outta these shitty scarves or Ah'll ice ya fucking punk-ass!*"  Monica growled angrily in Japanese as she continued struggling with her bounds.  "*Think yer something damn special cause ya got me all tied up?  'Fraid tah fucking face me one-on-one?  Damn slut better watch yerself or a blade'll go down yer cock-suckin' throat!*"

"Well... I certainly didn't expect that," Sera closed her eyes and chuckled in response to the foreign profanity.  She took hold of one of the locker doors and swung the locker open revealing a knocked-out Leafy/Thirteen.  The passed out teen fell forth and dropped on his side against the floor.  He appeared to be to out of it to notice any pain that he might had felt had he been awake.

"Thirteen... Thirteen!  Wake up!  Wake up, Thirteen!"  Monica cried out as soon as she recognized the face of her new friend.  She struggled harder against her bonds and the look of the fierce warrior vanished from her face.  She glared at Sera and demanded, "What did you do to him?  Tell me!"

"He won't be hearing you anytime soon, Moto-chan," Sera smirked as she stepped gingerly over Thirteen's body.  She made her way to the next locker and opened that door to reveal a familiar-looking katana.  She picked up the katana and held it out for Monica to see.  It was a shinken sword made for battou-jutsu and iai-jutsu.  "This is a very nice sword you have here.  A gift from a friend?"

"*Wha... get yer filthy hand off my sword!*"  Monica shouted angrily.  "*How the hell did ya get that?  Fucking thief!*"

"Tell me something, do you often play with this?"  Sera asked as she held the hilt of the sword under her nose.  She sniffed along the black handle before flicking the tip of her tongue against the handguard.  "The smell of your girl juice is all over the sword.  Even the blade?  My... someone likes to play dangerously."

"*I...*"  Monica wasn't sure how to reply and her struggling stopped.  Her face went red with embarrassment and her will was beginning to weaken.  Even in this sort of humiliated state, she managed to get some words out, "*It's none of your business what I do, ya got that?*"

"I'll take that as a yes," Sera smiled seductively as she unsheathed the sword while approaching the bound Japanese girl again.  She stared admiringly at the fine craftsmanship put into the forging of the blade.  She lowered the tip of the blade and pressed it against the inner part of Monica's ankles, just above the scarves.

"*If yer gonna kill me, just do it.  Kill me so that Ah can haunt ya as a ghost fer all eternity,*" Monica growled as she suppressed a gasp of pleasure.  It was humiliating and horrifying for she found herself getting excited from all the tension in the air.  It was hard to admit to herself that she was getting wet from being naked and vulnerable in front of her more dominant classmate.

"Do you honestly believe you can defeat me in a one-on-one fight, Moto-chan?"  Sera asked as she slowly drew the blade upwards along the inner part her captive's legs.  The cold metal of the samurai sword pressed lightly against the fleshy skin before stopping right below the pussy.

Monica breathed deeply as the sword stayed in that position for a few seconds.  It was as if time stood still for the both of them as they stared into each other's eyes.  The Japanese girl's fierce and determined eyes returned as soon as eye contact was re-established.  Sera had to admit to herself that she had not met sharper eyes in centuries with the exception of her parents.  Although she was in the superior position, she held deep respect for her captive.

"Linda dear, please take Mr. Berserker and wait for me outside of this locker room," Sera said as her face softened and her eyes closed.  She relaxed her grip on the shinken and appeared much calmer than before.  For some reason, that was enough to disperse the tension in the air.

"Yes Mistress," Linda nodded before grabbing Thirteen by the wrists and dragging him out of the locker room.

"Something strange is going on in this school and I don't like it," Sera explained as she withdrew the shinken and sheathed the blade.  She held the sword out horizontally in front of Monica's face and continued with her words, "It would be best if we were on the same side.  However, I was not sure whether or not you were strong enough to be my ally.  If you still want to fight, then let's fight.  I'll consider it the last test of your abilities."

With that, the scarf that Monica was hanging from fell from its invisible pulley and loosened its grip around the confused girl's wrists.  The scarf from the ankles also loosened up and allowed the Japanese girl to land on her feet properly.  She planted the palm of her left hand against the floor, then rose to her feet.  Her eyes narrowed in anger and rage at the other girl in front of her.

"*Who the hell do you think you are?*"  Monica screamed as she furiously snatched back her sword by the sheath right next to the handguard.  She kicked out with a left side-kick while twisting her shinken out of Sera's grasp.  When she felt nothing but air, she continued whirling around in a clock-wise rotation and unsheathed her blade at the same time.

"I'm Sera, the daughter of the Feng the Snake King and Huang the Vixen Illusionist," Sera replied with pride evident in her voice.  Her hands made semi-circular motions with her hands moving inwards and upwards.  At the same time, her scarves flew upwards and crossed each other to block the horizontal slash towards her neck.  "Who the hell are you?"

[i]Ping![/i]

"*I'm Motoko Kurenai, fourth disciple of the Double-Sword Devil-Slayer,*" Motoko shot back with gritted teeth bared at her opponent.  She could not believe it, but she was still getting excited!  The thought of fighting nakedly against this stronger foe was getting her aroused.  Her heart was racing and adrenaline was reintroduced into her veins once more.  She was going to have the time of her life.

 

“What’s a matter white boy? Ain’t you never seen a black woman before or are you just trawling for Tuna!?” Yolanda said as she laughed out loud while alternating glances from my penis to my face. A smug smile beamed from her face, as she was somewhat pleased with herself for setting a white boy so completely back on his heels.

 

“I yah… Err I…” I stammered as Yolanda walked closed and took my cup from my slacking grip. Her scent was so very fertile smelling precum just kept leaking, no more like streaming out and oozing down my thigh. I wanted to stick my nose in her hairy armpit and take in a long deep quaffing breath and then kneel and smell her pussy right there, a drool slipped out as I started to speak.

 

“Come on now spit it out!” She urged than gulped the last of my coffee.

 

I took in a few deep breaths and got a grip on myself and answered, “I’ve seen lots of black women just none as beautiful as you and I have never fallen in love at first sight with a woman; black or white, or any other color before.” I gave a quick tug to my pants and my throbbing member popped straight up easing my discomfort. Fortunately he was still covered by my shirt as he reached past my belly button and my girth made him very noticeable, even when dressed. I watched her nipples growing and turning hard while I adjusted my penis. I could see every ridge and bump under her shear top.

 

“Did you get that thing adjusted okay?” She asked with a chuckle inquiring further her face really beaming now, “You wet your pants?”

 

“Oh yea he is straightened up and yes I soaked my thighs! Would you like to sit for a little while and talk?” I asked in a firm voice trying to change the subject after gaining a little control of my faculties.

 

“Sure I got the time. You buying? But you should know right off I never do anything on the first date not even hold hands or kiss no matter how I feel about them.” Yolanda alluringly answered as she smiled a very saucy smile.

 

“Yea I’m buying and I wouldn’t have it any other way. What would you like to drink?” I asked as we turned and sat down on two of the six stools. Her scent was over powering as it hung in the air, and I couldn’t help feeling like a very close friendship was about to start. The hot sticky day just seemed to turn comfortably warm, as I watched the beads of sweat forming in her armpits hang on her shinny black hairs and then slide under her top forming a big wet stain it was then I knew she was as hot for me as I was for her.

 

I use to argue with myself that it was just a black and white thing which makes me sound like a bigot or something, but no as time went on we started seeing a lot more of each other, and taking turns staying over at each other’s place. I learned that she was going to be the boss; that she was more bi than hetero, that she had a female lover named Sandy, and that they both were into bestiality.

 

They shared everything from pets to lovers; I was really fine with all that, I just wanted to spend time any time she wanted to share, and be anything she wanted me to be. When we started making love I found that she had a vast chasm between her legs surrounded by the meatiest bright red with bluish trimmed labia I had ever seen; and the topper was a huge thumb sized pink clitoris covered by a very meaty clitoral hood that would open like a blossom when aroused, and the clitoris would pulsed wildly to the touch especially to the suck. All this was covered with the densest matting of long silky black pubic hairs I had ever seen, I was surprised by how silky they were. As big as her pussy was she could close her vaginal sphincter muscles around my penis, squeezing it tightly, and with her muscles suck my sperm from my belly no matter how hard I fought to keep it in.

 

As time went on I learned I was the first man in a long time to spark her interest and like me it was love at first sight for Yolanda. She even admitted to soaking her panties that day and giving her girlfriend a serious working over that night. We shared all our secrets deep and dark new and old. I was really glad to learn that she wasn’t into whips and chains because I would have gladly submitted to any and all the abuses she wanted to inflict. I found out that she and her friend Sandy didn’t even like toys, as she put it ‘nothing can take the place of a hard, throbbing, sperm squirting cock.’ I was dying to know how her and Sandy scratched each other’s itch if they didn’t use strap-ons or other toys, and I was dying to watch her have sex with an animal; I thought a few times she was going to let me watch Brutis mount her, the way she looked at me when she petted him. I didn’t want to seem nosy so I just figured she would tell me and show me when she was ready. We have a really beautiful relationship and so here we are, now, today…! I am going to share some of my erotic discovery with you!

 

We met at Yolanda’s cottage shortly after noon on Friday; all I knew was that I was in for a surprise. After making small talk some light petting and some innocent roughhousing with Brutus, Yolanda’s year old Basset hound we got into the Bronco and headed into the country. Yolanda said it was about forty miles from her place, to Sandy’s cabin in the woods. While I was driving she would rub my penis till it turned hard and then stop giggling saying that she was just checking; and then do it again a few minutes later after it turned soft. This went on the whole time I was driving my testicles were starting to ache a little and my crotch was getting wet.

 

After we got onto the main road I asked, “What are we going to do out there?”

 

“Surprise the hell out of you, take a look at Sandy’s cabin, and feed her animals make sure all is well, not necessarily in that order.” She purred and squeezed my penis against my thigh.

 

After a half-hour she indicated a narrow dirt road on the right was the turn. After several miles further we turned left on to an even narrower and rougher dirt road. It sure seemed like a lot more than forty miles by the time we came to a clearing the road smoothed out again obviously freshly graded. For all intents and purposes we were at least twenty-five miles maybe more, from any form of civilization, and what looked like a hundred and fifty years back in history from the size of the trees and the outward appearance of the cabin we were approaching. I forgot to check the trip meter when we left so I don’t know how far we went for sure. I noticed some movement in the shadow of a big maple tree behind the cabin as I started to park in the front under the awning.

 

Before I could stop and set the break Yolanda started squirming in her seat, and passionately moaned,  “Oh! Oh there he is!” The inside of the car filled with her scent as her juices soaked her panties.

 

I pulled to a stop near the cabin; her rich scent of arousal had filled the air outside the car as soon as I opened the door. I too saw ‘him,’ a small pony, and asked, “That’s him? ‘The Beast!’ a small horse named, Schlock Holmes?” My stomach fluttered and my penis started tingling as I became aroused as well; just the thought of Yolanda getting so turned on got my blood churning.

 

Yolanda said, “No that isn’t Louis. He is ‘Sherlock…’ Holmes a horse, a mature horse and also a miniature horse, about the size of a Shetland, only better natured not nearly as skittish, or short or squat like a Shetland, just smaller all over…”

 

“You mean like…” I started to quiz.

 

“‘Yes’ as in Sherlock Holmes.” Yolanda interjected adding, “Louis is part Great Dane, part Basset hound, and part Blood hound. How they came up with that combo; well science is wonderful. He is almost as big as Sherlock, and aptly nicknamed, ‘Louis the Beast’.”

 

As we closed the doors of the bronco the staccatoed scream of the neighborhood squirrels filled the entire countryside and was soon followed by loud hooting from the owls, and an eagle’s screech all raucously announced our arrival. We walked over to where ‘he’ was grazing. Sherlock looked up and snorted, put his head over the fence inviting a scratch and we both petted him and let him lick our hands and take several inquisitive sniffs of our hair; but his attention quickly focused on Yolanda’s neck and ear giving them what could only be called passionate licking kisses.

 

 

Yolanda with an impish giggle in her voice and nuzzling Sherlock’s face explained, “Sandy saved him from a glue factory. Sherlock was used to pull a small cart in horse shows and when he developed a limp they were going to put him down. Well a little T. L. C. from Sandy and antibiotics from the vet and Sherlock gets to live a long and happy life as one of Sandy’s pets.” She paused nuzzling his muzzle and added, “He turned five last month.”

 

Sherlock was jet black save for a broad tan patch that ran from his throat down under his chest, his tail and mane were sort of flaxen, and small white rings of fur around all four hooves. He was a very attractive horse; both his mane and tail were braided and his coat had the look of constant grooming.

 

“Will you look at those balls they are huge!” I enthusiastically exclaimed as my own were kind of tingling.

 

Yolanda walked over to Sherlock’s side and petted his neck and shoulder and excitedly affirmed with out looking, “Yes they are, now watch this!” She grinned slyly as she petted him with her left hand. Starting at his head she cradled it next to hers to put him at ease. She slid one hand down his back, the other petting his neck. Sherlock settled down as he started responding to Yolanda’s fondling by rubbing his nose on her shoulder and breathing long deep breaths as he sniffed at her hair. She slid her right hand down under is chest and along his belly. Standing next to his right rear leg, she leaned down and reached her right hand back. I heard her purring, “Good boy... Good boy.” Sherlock was shifting his weight slightly back and forth, almost prancing. His nostrils flared, and he snorted several times as Yolanda squeezed his penile sheath and Yolanda sang out, “Oh, Look…Ben! My God! It’s huge!”

 

I saw Sherlock’s black and pink colored cock pour out from its sheath like a giant snake and lengthen under his belly as his head bobbed up and down from excitement. Yolanda was slowly squeezing the sheath making his cock grow even more. “Damn!” I whispered as I watched her slide her hand along his shaft till it was over a foot in length, and still only semi hard. My mouth turned pasty as my own penis started to get hard and tingle; I really wanted her to jack me off like that right here and now.

 

Sherlock started to fidget and prance, I slowly moved to his head, and grasped his halter to steady him and cautioned, “You sure he won’t kick you, and lets read the note Sandy left for you.” I thought to myself if he kicked Yolanda now, he could really hurt her. It was evident that this was not the first time for him, or her as Sherlock was fidgeting with excitement so I felt silly for being so protective of her. I glanced well stared really under his belly and was amazed to see what must have been sixteen inches of a hard pink and black shaft, sticking straight out at a slight downward angle. As Yolanda squeezed the flared head that was at least two inches across, I could see a long stringer of precum oozing from the large urethral opening dangle, and then drop. I could empathize with him by the way Sherlock was fidgeting and snorting he wanted to shoot a hot load of sperm and so did I.

 

Yolanda abruptly stood up, and started toward the shed. “I think you’re right. I haven’t seen Louis yet but I know he is around because he never strays not even to chase a bitch in heat.” She looked around with a hungry smile and added, “I know there is a note, and it is inside on her computer.”

 

“Look at this funny looking saddle.” I pointed out my curiosity getting the better of me.

 

“Yes. I will show you how it works? There he is by the tree, under the shaded bush. You see him?” Yolanda quizzed as she pointed with her finger.

 

 

“Yes! My god! He ‘is…!’ almost as big as Sherlock. Is he friendly, or is he just waiting to attack?” I asked with some trepidation.

 

“No. He likes me. Anyway he is just a big teddy bear with the people he knows.” Yolanda assured as she gave one of her nipples a twist and tug.

 

“What about me? He doesn’t know me!” I shot back.

 

“Don’t worry scardey-cat you’re with me.” She assured as she gave my butt a swat threw an arm around my neck and pushed my face into her hairy armpit and fondled my ear.

 

I thought how warm and wet it was as I took a long quaff, “I have never seen a dog that big. He’s getting up and coming over here. ‘My God!’ He is a fine looking animal.” I remarked with amazement as I exhaled from a deep quaffing.

 

“‘Christ!’ Ben! Will you look at the size of his jewels!” Yolanda gleefully exclaimed adding, “I’ve seen them hundreds of times yet they never cease to amaze me!”

 

“My God I would be proud to sport a pair like that Yolanda, I wonder if that’s an indication of what’s inside.” I agreed as I swatted her back.

 

“’Holeeey! Moleeey!’” Yolanda sang as she rubbed her crotch and with eager anticipation added, “Look at his ‘huge dick!’ it’s already coming out. You starting to see why Sandy keeps them around, and out here?”

 

“Yes! Does Sandy do both these animals by herself?” I asked as I figured out what goes on out here when these two spend the nights together. I found myself being swept up by Yolanda’s livid excitement, as I had to adjust my pounding member. Some precum oozed out into my navel as my pants snapped closed around my shaft; the smell of her sweaty armpits coupled with her Bartholin aroma just sends my arousal over the top.

 

“Yes! You’ve seen pictures of her so you know she is a very big woman, like me you’ll see.” Yolanda assured.

 

“How do you keep from getting hurt?” I pressed because I knew from watching animals mate that they get very aggressive and sometimes hump abandonly, powerfully thrusting their cocks in as far as they can.

 

“Sandy and I have been friends for a long time, and she has her pets trained quite well. The two of us have been meeting out here regularly forever and our reproductive cycles are… well to put it in her words ‘we come into season at the same time’ so we’ve been having nasty threesomes with Louis the Beast!”

 

“The two of you give ole Louis a working over, but what about poor Sherlock? He must be going crazy by now!” I teased.

 

“I masturbate while Sandy lets Sherlock mount her. Myyyy…! Gaaawwd…! That is a sight to behold that stallion and Sandy dancing around his stall; him trying to mount her with that huge cock poking all the way out. He knows that he won’t get any until he settles down and lets Sandy climb into his special saddle. She teases the hell out of that poor horse when she uses the saddle by not letting him enter her right off. She can control when and how deep he gets to penetrate her; and how many strokes he makes before she makes it pop out and how long she will make him ride her before letting him cum.”

 

 

“My god the noises he makes when he finely does sink that humungous cock into her hot womb and release his sperm, well I just can’t do them justice so I won’t try, just know that I cum really hard when ole Sherlock starts his grunting. Today will be my first ride with Sherlock in the saddle and I am more than ready!” Hunger filled Yolanda’s voice and her brow was wet with sweat as she recounted that experience with her girl friend Sandy.

 

“All I know for sure is I want to help, and that I am about to pop my own cork.” I whispered loudly into her ear and urged, “Tell me more…Please!”

 

“At first Sandy would use that funny looking saddle but now she just hobbles him and lets him ride her like a mare!”

 

“My god…! Doesn’t it hurt when he shoves that huge cock in and hits bottom or is she that deep?” I asked in amazement asking further. “Has she ever been stepped on or kicked by accident?”

 

“Not once!” Yolanda asserted with conviction. “She is deep but not that deep she just curls her hips downward to control Sherlock’s reach and holds onto his front legs to steady herself.” Yolanda explained with a beaming smile on her face and added, “I don’t have the depth or breadth that Sandy has, but she says I’m big enough to enjoy her pets, while she is away and besides you’ve had your fist pushed into me up to your elbow. ”

 

“You are a big woman, but we’re talking about Sherlock his cock runs from two to four inches or more in girth, and it is at least eighteen inches long; and something tells me that the knot inside ole Louis the Beast will make my fist seem small.” I excitedly cautioned but oh so very eager to watch it happen having had my qualms eased.

 

 

“Yea he has a huge pear shaped knot and ole Louis has to work it in but it does go in you’ll see. Today well I am going to find out exactly what Sandy feels when Sherlock starts ejaculating inside her you should see the vast amounts of sperm that oozes out of Sandy’s vaginal opening when Sherlock starts to cum. Besides that’s what you are here for, to watch and help so don’t be a nay sayer be a party maker.” Yolanda said with conviction and then directed, “Let’s go inside and see what she has in store for us. I’m getting really hot and Sandy said she would make it worth our wile, anyway I think she means for me to service them both with food and me.” Yolanda said with a tremor of joyful anticipation in her voice.

 

“The door is locked. Did she leave you a key?” I noted and asked.

 

“No. Look under the mat. She got called away suddenly.” Yolanda said as she nibbled at my ear.

 

“Ah baby that feels nice. Yes! There it is. Ha look the lights came on as soon as I turned the key.” I pointed out in a sultry voice.

 

“Yea Sandy likes her electronic toys, boys, girls, and pets, and not necessarily in that order.” She sang and then beckoned, “Ben come here hold me and kiss me I’m getting all squishy inside.”

 

I moved closer to Yolanda, embraced her, and nuzzled her face with mine; her whole body was hot and sweaty as I moved my lips to hers’ and gave a slow warm embracing kiss. I thought, how sweet she smells when she is aroused. The moments passed as we stood in a warm embrace, our bodies melting together. I broke the silence saying, “I love your scent when you are aroused Yolanda.”

 

 

“Ben I’m not just aroused, I am in ‘estrus!’” Yolanda whispered as she nibbled at my ear and with her hot breath whispered, “I want to make love to you tonight after we tend to the animals. Put your hand inside my panties and feel me.”

 

“‘My! God!’ I’ve never felt you get so wet, and hot. You are already dilated, and very hot inside you are actually sweating allover!” I warmly cooed into her ear.

 

“Keep your fingers inside me just like that right on that spot.” She gasped as I traced her sinewy clitoral shaft with my fingers and with a quiet voice asked, “Just stop before I cum. I want to be mounted by that ‘Hairy…! Beast…!’ ‘Oh!’ ‘God!’ Ben that feels oh so-so-soo goood!”

 

“I’m going to stop now, and let you save your climax for Louis just like you asked me to do.” I whispered while standing up and looking at the computer I noted, “Look at her computer it has a note on it. It says, ‘press any button to play.’ Huh auto start. Well that is one sunny day on Sandy’s farm. Look there’s Sherlock, and Louis. Wow! Sandy sure is beautiful!” I admired as the show started to play.

 

“Yes.” Yolanda replied amorously stepping closer to me.

 

“She is…! Big!” I excitedly remarked.

 

 

“No she isn’t fat!” Yolanda teased back.

 

 

“No-no I don’t mean fat. She is a raven-haired beauty; a big boned raven-haired beauty like you; an Amazon warrior queen. Don’t take this the wrong way, but can you set me up for a tumble with ‘her?’ any time.” I seductively remarked.

 

“I’m almost jealous, but I’m not, just envious. I know what you mean. She is very beautiful, and we have been talking about you.” She informed while leaning into me and teasingly added, “Maybe we’ll both work you over Ben; let you be the white meat in a dark bread sandwich.”

 

“Yolanda, ’Look!’ Sherlock has that funny looking saddle on.” I excitedly pointed out.

 

“Yes and there’s Louis. Sandy is petting the both of them at the same time. I think we are in for a treat.” Yolanda said warmly.

 

“I’d say we are in for a real ‘Dog and Pony Show.’” I sarcastically chuckled and then excitedly added, “Boy is she trusting; look both of them have hard-ons, and what if some how someone else got in and saw this? Why isn’t there any sound?”

 

“Well first they should be glad because they wouldn’t have made it to the door. We got in because Ole Louis knows me from here; and he has been to my house with Sandy. I think he would tear an intruder to pieces and eat the evidence.” She assured with conviction and then added, “I didn’t tell you cause, I didn’t want to scare you off. Ben I want you to be with me; and help me, I want you to share this because it is my first time with Sherlock.” Yolanda paused as she sucked on my neck giving me a large hicky and in a very sexy tone added, “So it will be kind of like losing my virginity and you will be here. I’ve been dreaming of this ever since Sandy, asked me if I would be willing to take care of her pets sometime, now she’s away, and we ‘are…!’ going to play. I hope things are okay; sudden callings away are rarely just fun. The sound I don’t know maybe she just muted it or something she has so many different programs for processing videos and such it is hard to say for sure.”

 

“Did she sound troubled?” I warmly asked.

 

“No actually she just sounded rushed.” She explained and continued to watch Sandy playing with both animals and added, “I will find out when she comes back.”

 

“I am really touched that you want me here with you; I will in any way I can!” I warmly comforted as I put my arm around her nice round butt and excitedly yelled, “Look! Now I ‘am!’ getting ready to play she’s taking her clothes off, Yolanda! My god…! She has a lot of hair!” I expounded exuberantly.

 

“Yes. Look see them dancing and prancing around; her pets know what is about to happen too.” Yolanda said voice sounding sultry and eager to get started.

 

“’Oh! God!’ Sherlock’s cock is huge Yolanda; you surely will know when he mounts you, that you will have a big dick about to poke you. Look how he’s prancing around, he knows.” I said as I bit her ear.

 

“Yes I will. Look there at the side, those are the hobbles Sandy told me about. Sherlock gets hobbled. Ben this ‘mpeg’ will show you all you need to know to help me enjoy this!” Yolanda said as tension mounted in her voice.

 

“‘God!’ look how that Dane is eager too! Shit! Look you see that!” I excitedly pointed out as he stuffed his nose right into her ass and knocked her down and energetically recounted, “Now he’s holding her down with two of his paws. Jesus look at him lick, and dance about and then lick some more!” and enthusiastically noted, “’Christ!’ When she starts to stand, he jumps her and knocks her down again.”

 

Yolanda gasped and reassured, “That is how dogs do it!”

 

“Yea look at him dive right into her pussy with that tongue. 'WOA!’ she just started cumming.” I yelled out in surprise. I could feel the heat radiating from Yolanda’s body as I watched that creamy white juice is just pouring out of Sandy’s gaping vaginal opening, and Ole Louis just licking it up as fast as he could. I marveled at his enthusiasm and the copious coating on his jowls. I excitedly pointed out, “I’ve never seen a woman cum that fast before!”

 

”Ben I feel like I’m going to cum even before I get mounted. What are you doing? You stopped the tape Ben.” Yolanda asked exasperatedly.

 

“Yes. Yolanda, I want you to suck me off before we go any further. I’m going to burst; my testicles are aching!” I firmly asked.

 

“Oh Ben you are hard,” Yolanda cooed as she took hold of my penis noting, “and that is one big wet spot on your pants. Come closer I can see it throbbing. Oh yes I will suck your seed and swallow it all.” She said as she pulled my penis though my opened zipper.

 

My eyes closed as Yolanda pulled my dick and balls from inside my pants. She started to lick them all over, and suck them one-at-a-time. She squeezed and released the head of my penis; each time precum would ooze over her thumb, and she licked it up. The semen was already welling up inside oozing out from my penis. Yolanda was taking long deep strokes, pushing my dick all the way down her throat, and while it was still inside her throat she licked my whole scrotum each time. I felt warm copious fluid oozing down my sack, and onto her fingers. Her fingers were beginning to probe inside my anus using my fluids to lubricate me. Yolanda was making circular motions inside my anus with the fingers of one hand pressed against the base of my dick from inside my anus. My sphincter muscle began gripping them tightly and releasing them as she worked her fingers in, out, and around. My knees were getting rubbery. I put one hand on her shoulder the other behind her head holding her hair back and pushing my dick into her throat.

 

Yolanda began taking short strokes just behind the head with her free hand and suckled my gland. I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped as the muscles started to convulse forcing my sperm to spew out, into Yolanda’s mouth, and down her throat. I gasped loudly as I convulsed releasing large torrents of semen! Yolanda swallowed it all as it flowed into her mouth, when my cum slowed to a trickle, she took my dick all the way down again, and held it inside her throat till she needed to breathe. She slowly sucked it in and pulled it out, again and again shoving it down all the way pushing her nose into my hairs looking at me, and milking it as she slowly pulled it out.

 

“I guess you were ready Ben. That was the fastest you have ever cum from me, sucking you off, and phew you did release a lot of sperm.” Yolanda warmly remarked as she stroked my softening shaft and she squeezed my softening penis asked, “You ready to start the movie again?”

 

“All this is so new, just the thought of you being humped with these huge cocks started me wetting my pants, and I do really want to help you cum.” I crooned, “I wish I could cum and cum again like you can. Yolanda! That did feel really good. Yea I’m ready, lets watch Sandy go at it that way I can learn how to do a good job of helping you, satisfy your urgent urges!”

 

“There goes the Dane look at how eagerly he licks my girl friend’s pussy.” Yolanda excitedly hissed as she stepped behind me grabbing my penis and squeezing it while she pressed her hips to my buttocks as if shoving an imaginary penis into my butt. “See oh yes!?” she groaned as she started to hump me, “See how creamy white her juices are? See how she is coating his jowls and watch it start to dangle while he licks as fast as he can.” Yolanda described bewilderedly.

 

“I bet you wish I could lick like that!” I teased as I humped back into her thrusts.

 

“Honey. You do a damn good job of eating me out. Look how he keeps Sandy pinned to the ground with his big paws. Yet hardly any scratches are showing.” Yolanda purred as she slurped back a drool.

 

“Yolanda is that urine or precum he’s dripping? If it was me I know what it would be.” I brayed and then pointed out, “Look her dark skin is shining wet. Is that from ole Louis pissing on her or is it sweat?”

 

“When Sandy gets hot she sweats profusely and when she has an orgasm it like being in a warm summer rain. It’s the same as you; dogs’ seep when they get aroused too so it is both her sweat and his scent being sprayed allover her. See how the ole Sherlock stays close but not to close? Ole Sandy has ‘em trained good!” She reassured.

 

“Yes. Look there on the ground inside the stall. Do you see the rope and hobbles?”

 

“Yes it looks like they are ready to tie to his legs without his seeing it.” I curiously pointed out.

 

“Stop it, and zoom in on Louis’s sheath. Ben that is one heeuugeha knot.” She crooned her voice rife with eager anticipation as she continued to squeeze and milk my semi hard penis.

 

“Yea Yolanda it looks a lot bigger than my fist and he isn’t even fully erect yet!” I remarked excitedly.

 

“We’ll see soon! See? He does like he is told. She says sit and he sits.” Yolanda noted with eager excitement in her voice, and then noted, “There she leads Sherlock to the side of the stall and puts a feed sack on him.”

 

“I see on the sack it looks like a blindfold.” I remarked.

 

“Yes. Ben see how she brushes him first, it puts him at ease? There goes the blind fold and then the hobbles.” She said with a hint of passion.

 

“Yea. There she’s putting the funny saddle on him. See how she puts it on Yolanda first the right hind leg then the left, criss-cross to the front so it won’t slip side-to-side or front to back.” I noted.

 

“Ben see it will hold me to his underside. The way Sandy explained it to me is that saddle is like training wheels on a kids first bike.” Yolanda informed and was now breathing quickly and deeply.

 

“I see now the blindfold doesn’t bother him at all. Yolanda I think your right as rain and we are going to have a wild time!” I sang as I realized the extent of my own desire to watch.

 

“Ben she’s throwing a blanket across that spring board. Wait till you see how we use that.” She teasingly said and then began recounting, “Now she’s telling Louis to, ‘come lick it.’ ‘God!’ Ben see? He doesn’t wait; he just knocked her right down to the ground. Jesus he’s covering her whole body with his tongue. Taking long slathery licks.” Yolanda continued to wantonly point out.

 

“Yolanda is Sandy going pee-pee? Stop, and zoom in, closer. That’s it.” I pointed out in astonishment.

 

“Yea Ben she… ‘God! Damn!’ Did you see her gush?” She gasped and ordered tensely, “Stop, run it back, zoom out there look!” We were both taken aback by the sudden gush of juices that splashed onto Louis’ snout causing him to wince for only a moment. His whole head was now covered with both urine and Bartholin fluids.

 

Yolanda sang out and then gasped loudly as she bounced in the chair, “My God look how he is drinking her pee-pee trying to catch it all with his tongue as it splashes over his jowls!” Her words stopped as she panted raspyly watching as the beast began licking his way towards her breasts. The room was now filled with Yolanda’s scent and her body trembled as the beast’s tongue danced over Sandy’s nipples and slither between those supple mounds and slide over her sweated face.

 

“Look now…! My god…!” I gasped and groaned, “He’s got her whole head inside his mouth” and gasping with amazement added, “Yolanda she is being ‘frenched!’ by ‘that! Beast!’” I was now swept away in awe as I excitedly exclaimed, “Yea ‘My…!’ ‘God…!’ he is deep throating her with his whole tongue.”

 

“Stop the flick I can’t wait any-longer Ben.” Yolanda admitted breathlessly and continued, “You can’t imagine how it feels to have that tongue undulating inside your throat tickling your gag reflex as it dances, and feel little squirts of his scent as it splashes across your belly!”

 

“Look outside Yolanda they’re just standing there by the gate and looking up here. ‘Both’ of them are waiting for you.” I said in a sultry teasing voice and went on teasing, “Yolanda I think they both know that you are in ‘estrus.’ Come on lets’ get Sherlock fed, hobbled, blindfolded, and saddled. So you can work on Ole Louis the Beast first.” I excitedly urged her onward; “Look over there on the wall, that short button down the front dress has your name on it.”

 

“Ben Sandy left me a note, ‘It says take everything off and put me on, and ‘rip!’ me off when you are ready.’ I love you Sandy.” Yolanda recited.

 

So I watched Yolanda undress and dress rubbery kneed with anticipation; beads of sweat formed on her brow, and her big nipples were bristling. Her breathing was heavy and rapid. I looked between Yolanda’s legs as she bent over to tie her slippers and saw her large meaty labia now swollen, and red; her thick sweet cream free flowing from her inflamed gaping vagina, coating her raven black pubic hairs with a creamy glaze.

 

“My God Yolanda I’ve never seen you so aroused!” I lovingly mused adding, “Your vaginal opening is so dilated I can see inside!”

 

“Oh Ben I have never been this aroused before. My muscles are pulsating and I ache all over!” Yolanda said her voice quivering with excitement.

 

“Let’s go, your mates are waiting for you. I’m with you. I will help where I can Yolanda.” I warmly sang as I opened the door.

 

Yolanda grabbed the blanket and walked out the door. There were the animals; Louis had his front paws upon the fence, and Sherlock was prancing back and forth, whinnying. Louis was letting go with a series of two and three muffled barks, followed by long growling whines as he pawed at the fence and his tongue flailing as he panted heatedly. Both of their penises were bulging out, and fluid was dripping from their tips. Louis’ tongue was hanging as he panted, and Sherlock nickered about the fence line snorting and whinnying. It was obvious they wanted to mate with Yolanda as much as I did. I love the feel of a woman’s pussy when she is in heat, and as red and puffy as her labia was I knew Yolanda ‘Is!’ in heat and she would get pregnant if I even thought about putting my dick inside her.

 

 

Yolanda put the blindfold on the feedbag, and set the hobbles. She looked at Ole Louis and said ‘sit boy sit’ and he turned three circles, whined, and sat with his big red dick poking out of the sheath. She motioned for me to hold Sherlock’s halter, and lead him to the side of the stall where the hobbles were. She brushed him some while he ate the oats and slowly lifted the blindfold into place and then tied the hobbles.

 

I looked over at the Louis he had already stood and was turning circles in feverish anticipation. He would let a growling whine, and then with his big red tongue flailing about as he panted, and stare, then turn more circles. I walked over to him, petted him, and held his collar; somewhat fearful he might try to mate with me, I was glad I was dressed. He let out several muffled barks and strained against the hold I had on his collar as Yolanda stood and looked at him. She walked to the to the middle of the pen. Louis knew what was about to happen and began fidgeting moof-moofing.

 

Fonda ripped the dress off and now naked, looking at ‘me!’ What a sight her black hair draped next to her milk chocolate breasts accenting her bristling nipples. I could see sweat beading on her skin and tell she was being filled with feverish anticipation. I was becoming aroused myself.

 

“Let him go.” Yolanda said with the tremble of excitement in her voice and purred, “I’ve got just what ole Louis needs, what he wants” she said as she patted her furry pussy and repeated, “Let him go Ben!”

 

I must have been standing there wide-mouthed, because I heard her say ‘Let him go’ and did nothing. I just felt my own desire mounting. I was getting jealous of A ‘Big dicked’ Great Dane!

 

“Ben let him ‘go…!’ please.” She begged.

 

I think I was waiting for her to beg but said, “I was day dreaming of you.” and then let loose of his collar.

 

Yolanda looked at him and clucked “Chk, Chk. Here boy, come on over here sweetie Yolanda is ready for you.” Joyous curiosity swept across her face as she coaxed him to her, and the excitement made her voice tremor. “Sandy’s been training him and he has become a ‘marvelous sex toy!’”

 

The huge the beast moved toward Yolanda, with his tree-limb sized tail wagging, his long tongue licking his chops, and his big red dick bouncing and dipping as he walked. There was more than just a hint of his canine cock poking outside its’ sheath.

 

 

I again stood with my mouth gaping and marveling at this very big dog, as moved toward Yolanda. On queue started licking her bare chest, belly, and face. He stuffed his nose right into her hidden genitals exaggeratedly sniffing and snorting looked up gave a muffled ‘moof-moof’ and then growled and knocked her to the ground as she fell my heart leapt into my throat from both anxiety and lust as I watched the dance unfold.

 

His licks began covering her with drool a lot of it, he was giving Yolanda a bath in his drool licking her head to foot and side to side. He poked his nose into her underarm as she lifted her arm exposing her hairy armpit. Louis started hungrily sniffing and licking Yolanda’s underarm and whining with excitement and again forcefully stuffed his nose between her legs forcing them to splay with his paws as he nudged and licked her inner thighs. Yolanda’s soft labial skin clung to Louis’ rough tongue as it slathered across; with his nose planted in her pubic hairs sniffed and snorted, looked up and gave a loud growling whine, and pushed Yolanda to her back down with his paw.

 

The Dane’s tongue snaked out slathering her stomach sliding down and over her vulva. Her soft vaginal skin stretched as his tongue snaked over, and he was slurping as much of her sweet cream as he could. While Yolanda was lying back the beast put his big front legs between hers, let out a loud whiney growl that went silent as Yolanda lifted her legs splaying them wider, and tilted her hips up into his jowls. The Dane again started eagerly lapping up her sweet cream with his long pink tongue. I watched in fascination as he licked her again and again. Her pliant vaginal skin clinging to his tongue as it slithered across. His long tongue started to disappear into her wet, vaginal folds as she began to dilate, it made loud sloshing noises as it slathered across her labia and up to her erect clitoris, causing her to gasp and shudder. Yolanda arched her back, rocked her hips, splayed, and pumped her legs as his tongue slid across her clitoris.

 

She gripped the loose skin on his neck to urge him on. Her breathing came out in bursts of laughter, turning into loud raspy sighs. The sound of his licking changed to slurping as if he were drinking from a water bowl. Yolanda started rocking her hips in an undulating motion generated by her growing lust. Louis’ jowls were coated copiously with the glistening glaze of Yolanda’s sweet cream. Stringers dangled from his jowls when he looked up. The heat of the moment was very evident, as his crimson cock slid further and further out from his sheath, and was now over six inches long, and already bigger around than my penis ever dreamed of being. At a glance his knot was visible inside the sheath. His stomach squeezed his hindquarters started to hunch, and precum would spray from its tip and he sprayed his scent all over Yolanda’s body.

 

Yolanda cooed, “I’m so close to cumming. It feels like he’s stuffing his tongue all the way into me, and pulling my cervix out. My nipples are so hard they hurt. Louis won’t mount me until he makes me cum with his tongue!”

 

“I think you’re gonna get mounted weather you want it or not. This puppy’s got a boner I would be proud to flaunt. It is ready for your hot pussy. You’re gonna just love it!” I assured Yolanda. She just hummed in agreement and arched her back more. Then, I saw the trembling in her belly that signaled the onset of her orgasm. She hugged the big Dane with her feet pressing into his ribs. Holding his head in her hands pulled his jowls into her gaping hot vagina.

 

Yolanda began emitting a series deep guttural, “Uuugggghhhhsshh!” as orgasmic waves washed over her repeatedly. The hair on her skin bristled; sweat beaded, and ran off, and her chest heaved as she gasped for each breath and the giant beast just kept licking her cum until she was exhausted. After series of really nice looking, and sounding orgasms, Yolanda pushed his head from between her thighs, clamping them to shut. Her milk chocolate skin was covered in sweat; she lay there panting like her canine mate.

 

The big Dane looked up in surprise with long gelatin like stringers dangling from his glazed jowls. He started protesting loudly; making long whiney growls followed by several moof-moofs, and then hopped all around her naked body and franticly licking her all over. He started to lick her face, as she opened her mouth to breathe that hairy beast slid his tongue deep into her throat, causing Yolanda to gag. He pulled it out and Yolanda gasped while he renewed the facial slathering, allowing her only a moment to breathe. As she tried to speak he slid his tongue even deeper engulfing Yolanda’s face with his mouth ands rocking his head from side to side. She was obviously gagging from the giant tongue slithering deep inside her throat; her arms and legs were flailing about as ole Louis kept her pinned with his huge paws. Urine gushed as she writhed about on the ground. That hairy beast knew exactly what he was doing.

 

As Louis withdrew his tongue Yolanda gasped and choked. His tongue snaked between her breasts down to her bell the tenderly slathering went. From her belly button to her neck, and ear across her breasts; he slithered it over her underarms wracking Yolanda with shudders, and started licking his way back into Yolanda’s pussy forcing her legs to splay again as he lapped up more of her creamy juices.

 

After Yolanda caught her breath she pulled Louis’ head up and put her mouth to his glazed jowls sucking them sliding her tongue inside them trying to lure his tongue back into her mouth. He responded by licking the lips of her open mouth. The scabrous tongue pealed them back and opening her mouth wider, putting it further in with each pass. Again his tongue snaked into her mouth causing Yolanda to writhe and fall back as it slid deeply into her throat; again his mouth covered her whole face. Louis let it wriggle around moving it further in, and pulling it out a little and back in, and finally withdrew it and stood there gazing at Yolanda, that wondrous tongue flailing as he panted.

 

“Enough of that you big fucker,” she hissed, “Now for the main event!” With that, he let her up as if he knew she was his. She quickly swung around onto all fours breasts pressed onto the blanket and her buttock waving in the air with urine was gushing, and running down her legs as she moved and gasping for air.

 

“You’re gonna have to arch your back bit more or you are gonna get a very large dog-dick in your ass.” I advised, half in jest, half in warning. As she arched pointing her vulva upward I could see her vagina was gaping and wet, eagerly waiting for penetration.

 

The Dane moved in slathering his tongue all over her exposed genitalia and anus, spreading her cheeks as it swiped across her buttocks. Repeatedly it snaked out and between her thighs sliding his scabrous tongue across her vagina and to the top of her buttock, wracking Yolanda with shudders on every pass. The Dane started to slide his tongue up her sides, across her nipples pulling her breasts with the scabrousness of his tongue, causing her skin to bristle again. I saw Yolanda shiver as his tongue passed from the back of her neck to her ears, and face, and back down to her sweated armpit, it was as if he knew this was driving her crazy. He mounted Yolanda wrapping his front legs around her waist, and started half way humping her spraying his scent all over her hairy legs and half way trying to drag her off the support board. He jumped down and excitedly pranced around licking her all over.

 

 

“Come on boy, give it to me. Yolanda wants you inside her!” She moaned, “Come on big boy fuck me, come on!”

 

He just kept licking her all over as he pranced about, sticking his nose into Yolanda’s gaping vagina lick it and let out a loud whiney growl, and went back to prancing, licking, sniffing, and snorting. Yolanda started chanting, “Do me do me please do me. Come on big boy fuck me, come on!” as she waved her ass in his face. Her thick sweet cream glistened as tendrils ran down her thighs; her black hairs had a shiny glaze to them. As he pulled the full length of his tongue across her clitoris Yolanda shouted, “Mount me ‘Godah…!’ Please mount me, ‘Oh!’ ‘God!’ please mount...!”

 

That must have been the right signal, because before Yolanda finished her chant he stepped forward and mounted her with expertise. Yolanda grunted as the huge animal shuffled about, shifting his weight looking for the sweet spot, his saddle.

 

“God Ben he is heavy!” Yolanda grunted and groaned as the beast pulled her closer to end of the board as he shuffled his body and shifted his front legs around her waist, and dug his hind legs into the ground. The whole time he was softly licking Fonda from her armpit to her neck pausing at her hair, sniffing and licking it.

 

Yolanda’s grunts turned into gleeful sighs, as Louis tightened his grip around her waist with his hairy front legs, hugging Yolanda’s shoulder and neck he pressed his big head to hers. Her sighs turned to joyous ‘Huhs!’ and ‘Oh Gods,’ as he began humping. Yolanda poised her buttocks and tilted her hips opening her vagina to his thrusts as he began to probe her buttock and genitalia with his huge, wet, tool. Yolanda held herself open as he teased her with his probing. I couldn’t help but think he knew he was driving her crazier with every missed poke.

 

“My God! Ben I can feel him poking, and spraying me all over back there. I feel his hairy belly rubbing on my back, and feel his hairy haunches rubbing my buttocks, his body is so hot.”

 

The hairy beast continued humping, and probing, his cock had grown to nine inches in length and swelled to a full two inches across. I thought to myself ‘is Fonda ready for this?’ as he started hunching. His aim was a bit askew, as he bounced it off her thighs, her vulva, and buttock. He sprayed her with his scent with each bounce, and with each bounce Yolanda would croon and gasp.

 

Yolanda was soaking wet. “Ohhhhh!” she squealed, “this ‘is!’ one big dick I'm gonna ‘love!’ thi...” She let a loud gasp as the Dane hit her wet vaginal opening with the tip of his massive purple-red cock the first time. “Ah…! Ah…! Uuuhhhg…! Oh God…! Shit…!” Yolanda howled as he poked her again. Each time only the tip of his massive cock would enter going in only an inch or two and with a sharp yank pulled it out. Ole Louis found that spot the ‘spot’ he’d poke it in and pull it out several times stuffing just an inch or two teasing her with it. Each time he pulled it out Yolanda squeeze out squirt of urine and a loud gasping sigh.

 

Even from as far back as I was I could see that she was getting more dilated each time and staying dilated even after it was out. Without a warning I saw him lunge powerfully, shoving his massive cock into her, again with a loud grunt he lunged burying his cock even deeper into Yolanda’s belly pressing his gigantic knot against her vulva.

 

“Ooouucha…! God..! Damn it that hurt!” Yolanda cried out. I started to move to her aid, but was quickly dispatched with a wave of her hand. I wasn’t sure I could do anything anyway.

 

“He’s just stuck too much inside me all at ‘once! I’m okay it in starting to feel wonderful.” Yolanda explained in grunts and groans as the beast began to ride her hard with his thrusting.

 

“Well honey he didn't give it ‘All…!’ to you yet, and that knot has swelled.” I warned, just as the Dane’s humping turned more feverish.

 

“Ohhh… ye…sss, Uh… Oh ye…sss…sss!” Yolanda started to pant and grunt in unison with the increasing power and speed of the huge hairy dog’s fervently powerful thrusts, and found myself being a bit jealous no envious of the beast’s power. I watched as the two of them humped each other, and became deeply aroused watching that hairy beast hump my girl friend so vigorously. The sound of the Dane’s grunting as he strained to thrust his massive knot through Yolanda’s vaginal opening, and his unbreakable looking grip as he struggled to complete the act of mating caused my own penis to throb and my precum to ooze and run down my leg.

 

Louis’s thrusts shortened they became deliberate and much more forceful as he rapidly bounced his knot against her swollen vaginal lips. Louis paused to rest keeping his hot hairy haunches pressed tightly against Yolanda’s thighs, his tongue flailed as he panted with his head pressed to her shoulder. The Dane started shuffling his weight adjusting his hold, pressing his hairy haunches harder against Yolanda. His hindquarters tensed again, he started to tremble. I wanted to warn Yolanda but she already felt the huge knot pressing against her vulva spreading her mons.

 

“He’s getting ready to shove the that massive knot into you Yolanda.” I sighed sounding as if it were I pounding her behind. My mouth gaped as that hairy beast’s long, deep, and rapid thrusts turned forceful.

 

 

“‘Ohh-ohhh ugh!’ Ye-esss I lo-uve the pou-ownding, I Love…! It…!” Fonda grunted in time to the thrusts. Louis slowed to short tender pushes, keeping it deep inside her womb. Louis paused all movement, just laid there panting, and licking Yolanda’s shoulder. “I can feel it growing, and squirting inside me.” She said in a wet sultry voice.

 

The Dane gave a final powerful jabbing thrust, a deep throaty growling grunt, and with a thwop his knot popped in, his tail dropped and swished between their legs, and Yolanda let out a loud choking gasp and started bucking under the massive hairy beast. I knew that he’d buried the rest of his hard huge cock with that massive knot into my girlfriend’s vagina. My God I thought that had to hurt. I felt my own juice running down my leg, and my testicles were tingling. Yolanda was right I am getting turned on; really turned on. That hairy beast just stood there with his giant organ ensconced within the walls of her womb, licking the back of Yolanda’s neck, shoulders, her arms, and sides. He kept his hot hairy haunches pressed tightly against her buttocks and his gigantic organ pressed as deep inside Yolanda’s vaginal sheath as he could.

 

“Gawd…! I wish I could describe this feeling to you now that the pain has passed.” Yolanda sang out paused and then added, “He’s squirting precum inside my pussy. It feels like it’s flooding inside my throat, but I know it isn’t just pooling inside my cervix, and I can feel tendrils running down both of my legs. His knot has really bloated it doesn’t hurt, in fact it really. ‘Really…!’ feels good, ‘Oh Yess!’ God! Yess!” I know he going to cum and soon.”

 

I watched as their bodies melted together in waves of pleasure. I surrendered to my own need as I pulled my hard cock out, and started stroking it and in just a few strokes my own sperm shot out onto the ground and onto my fingers and hand forming a glazed sheath over my scrotum.

 

“Oh Ben I he is going to start humping again his dick just went rigid and hot. He’s tensing his grip on my waist.” Yolanda purred as she recounted.

 

I looked at them Louis that hairy beast with his tongue flailing as he panted his eyes half closed and Yolanda with her sweated dark-skinned body and she too was panting, grunting, and gasping like the animal mated to her. She strained against his weight on her back and his enormous cock pistonning in her vaginal well what a Kodak moment that is and me without a camera. He started taking short slow strokes for the first few minutes. Then they became franticly rapid and powerful and Yolanda was grunting loudly each time his haunches, pounded against her buttocks. As it pistoned that horrendous cock made loud wet sucking noises as it deep inside Yolanda. Soon that hairy beast let out a series of loud raspy grunting growls along with several convulsive thrusts, and his body fell limp as it draped Yolanda’s back.

 

“My God that felt good.” Yolanda panted breathlessly adding, “I didn’t cum but he sure did. I can feel it running down my legs and dripping from my belly.” Sure enough the ground at both of her feet was wet looking.

 

The Dane gave a few yanks clearly trying to pull his cock out, he gave a few more harder yanks grunting as he jerked Yolanda backwards. She took hold of his front paws so he couldn’t hop off. I moved in front of Yolanda and saw an impish grin beam on her face and knew she had sucked her sphincter muscle tight around ole Louis’ knot and he wasn’t going to get free until Yolanda was damn good and ready to let him pull out.

 

She raised her head grinning, saying in a sly tone, “I’ve sucked that huge and knot into my vaginal grip, he thinks he going to get out with a yank but oh no.”

 

I stepped forward, “You think he’ll reengage you with me this close?” I asked.

 

“I hope so; come closer pull your dick out my hands are full.” She opened her mouth in a perfect ‘O.’ Yolanda wanted two hard hot cocks in her. One at each end, and for the next five or so minutes, the Dane and I had our cocks inside Yolanda. Her meaty lips around my penis suckling and a huge animal cock stuffed between her legs spreading her mons. Judging by the look on her face Yolanda was in second heaven. Louis started yanking, frantically trying to extricate his dick, he was jerking Yolanda from side to side and grunting as he yanked. The frantic yanking turned into feverish thrusts as the beast reengaged Yolanda.

 

It was beautiful the three of us; ole Louis feverishly thrusting his cock deep into Yolanda’s pussy, and me shoving my dick deep down her throat, and Yolanda loving it all. I felt my heart start to pound in my ears my knees started to wobble, and my stomach wrenched and I pumped stream after stream of hot sperm down the back of her gulping throat; the same time Louis’ thrusts turned convulsive and he went limp. Gasping for breath, Yolanda started cumming, spasms rocking against her trapped body, as she pushed against both of us, and then she went limp. I slowly, withdrew and knelt by her face as she gently drifted back to consciousness.

 

“Mmmmmm…!” That was ‘sooo’ nice. I've never, ever been so full of hard cock and hot cum in my life, I wish it didn’t have to end.” She moaned and with a tone of dismay added, “Louis is getting restless he’s gonna pull out.” He gave a couple of yanks and out popped his cock with a ‘splasschlooshe!’ as Yolanda’s cum and his gushed out. I was astonished at how big he still was all of ten inches long and still two inches wide. The only thing that did get smaller was his knot. Yolanda just had that smile on her face as she looked thinking, ‘She had that huge thing inside her; she had taken it all.’

 

Yolanda stood up uneasily and announced. “Have to piss!” squatted closed her eyes smiled and let it go. It was the longest and loudest piss I’ve ever heard a woman take. She stood staggered a little and asked, “You want to go to the cabin and see if Sandy left us a little something to snack on?”

 

“Sure,” and we headed for the cabin, “grab a snack before we go.” I agreed.

 

“Go? I’m not ready to go! I just want to eat a little, rest a bit, and go after Sherlock’s mammoth horse cock.” Yolanda said and her face lit up at the thought.

 

“I’m game for what ever you want to do honey.” I assured and off toward the cabin we ambled arm in arm.

 

 

End Ch. 1

 

I hope you enjoyed reading this first half as much as I have writing it part 2 is nearly finished and should be posted soon. If you want to send a comment please feel free to send them to

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            We’d been at the bar for forty-five minutes.  I could barely keep my eyes off the mysterious dark waitress as she walked back and forth through the bar.  She seemed to be noticing and returned my gaze several times.  My date was talking to my friend’s girlfriend while rubbing my thigh under the table.  More than once, her hand ventured over my cock, which with the rubbing and the waitress weighing on my mind, was now rock hard.  Our waiter returned to the table.  He said his shift was ending and apologized for having to leave.  He told us “Natalie” would take good care of us and gave me a peculiar look accompanied by a wink.  I didn’t know if he was gay or trying to tell me something.  A few minutes later, “Natalie,” the waitress I’d been staring at for the past hour walked up to the table.

            “You guys need anything?” she asked pleasantly though she wasn’t smiling.

            My friend ordered another beer for himself and one for his girlfriend.  My date said she’d have another cosmo, which I believed was probably the fuel for the massage she was giving me under the table.  Natalie wrote down the order and as she turned, she put her hand on my arm and asked, “You good on coke?”  I looked at her hand.  The touch was electric.  I felt a rush of warmth flow up through my chest, all from this woman putting her hand on me.  “I’m fine.  Thank you, Natalie,” I replied. 

            Another twenty minutes passed.  Natalie came and checked on us one more time in that span.  Suddenly, my friend stood up and said, “Well, I guess we need to be heading home.”  He pulled some cash out of his wallet and put it on the table.  Then he helped his girlfriend put her jacket on.  My date, who always insisted on paying for herself, pulled thirty dollars from her purse to pay for her two cosmos.  She got up and so did I.  I started following the three of them to the door.  Natalie was at a table on the way to the door talking to a couple.  As I passed her, I put a hand on the small of her back. 

            “How much do I owe you for the coke?”

            “Don’t worry about it,” she replied and smiled for the first time I had seen that night. 

            “Thanks,” I said and held her gaze a couple seconds before following my date out the door.

            My date lived about four blocks from the bar.  I walked her inside.  She had to get up early, so I wasn’t going to spend the night.  I gave her a long kiss good-night and told her I’d call her. 

            I had to pass the bar on my way home.  As I did, I remembered I didn’t leave a tip.  Natalie probably assumed it was included in my date’s thirty dollars, but I put that out of my mind.  I parked my car and went inside. 

            I asked one of the waiters standing by the door if he knew where Natalie was.  He pointed towards the back of the bar.  I walked in that direction and found Natalie in a small hallway that led to the restrooms.  She had taken her hair down and was looking in a mirror on the wall as she was putting it back up.  She saw me and said, “I changed my mind.  Coke isn’t free.” 

            “Really?  Well, that might eat into the tip I forgot to give you.” 

            I was standing behind her as she continued to fix her hair in the mirror.  I pulled my wallet from my back pocket while admiring her form.  I didn’t try to hide it, and she saw me in the mirror. 

            “I’m assuming that wasn’t your wife chugging the cosmos.”

            “Not even close,” I replied. 

            She turned around and took my wallet that I was thumbing through out of my hand.  She grabbed my belt and pulled me close to her.  I felt her put my wallet in my back pocket.  I stared into her eyes and kissed her as she ran her hands up my back.  Her tongue probed my mouth and I felt the softness of her waist and on down with my hands.  She pulled her mouth away from mine and grabbed my tie.  She pulled me softly back towards the ladies’ restroom.  The bar was small, so it was a single person restroom.  Once inside, we embraced again.  She wrapped her right leg around me.  I picked her up and sat her down on the large marble sink.  She began unbuttoning my shirt.  When she was finished, I did the same to hers revealing her black bra.  I took her shirt off and felt the hot skin of her breasts press against me.  I dropped my shirt on the floor, and she started undoing my belt.  She unzipped my pants and let them hang on my hips.  I ran my hands up and down her thighs and she softly thrust herself on me.  I stopped and undid the button on her pants.  I pulled them off of her.  She was wearing a black thong. 

            “Cold,” she said when the skin on her ass touched back down on the marble.  I picked her up off the sink.  I stood her up and turned her towards the mirror.  I kissed her neck and stared at her perfect body in the mirror.  She moaned softly.  She grabbed my pants and made them fall off my hips to the floor.  I rubbed my cock in between the cheeks of her ass, and she pushed herself back against me.  She continued to moan as I kissed her neck and softly licked her ear lobe.  All of a sudden, she turned around.  I again kissed her mouth, and she grabbed my cock with her hand.  She squeezed it softly before lowering herself to her knees. She pulled the waistband of my briefs down and let them drop to my ankles.  She grabbed the base of my cock.  She stroked it with her tongue from the base to the tip before taking the head in her mouth.  She swirled her tongue around the head and then slowly took it all in her mouth.  She pulled it back out and started a slow rhythm of sucking my cock.  I began to moan.  I was starting to get close, and she stood up.  My cock was pressed up against her stomach.  I kissed her and undid her bra.  I ran my hands over her breasts.  They were full and firm.  Her nipples were hard.  Natalie reached down and took her panties to the ground.  Then she grabbed my hands and pulled them away from her breasts. 

            “I should probably know your name,” she said.

            “Nathan.”

            “Ok, Nathan,” she said, and she slowly turned around and put her hands on the skink.  I moved in behind her.  I grabbed my cock and put it inside her.  I started thrusting slowly inside of her.  I held her waist with my left hand and massaged her breast with my right hand.  I started going faster.  I put both hands on her waist and watched my cock going in and out of her as she moaned my name.  She started getting louder and gasping.  “Please, please, please,” she mumbled as I felt her pussy clenching around my dick.  It felt so tight and my orgasm came on fast.  I stared at her bouncing tits in the mirror as I came.  At that point, Natalie was coming down from her orgasm, and she stared at me in the mirror.  “Come baby, come,” she said.  I thrust a few more times before slowly pulling out of her.  My come ran down her left thigh.  She rubbed it into her skin and licked her fingers as she looked up at me. 

            “You are amazing,” I said to her.  We got dressed and walked out of the restroom.  By then the bar had somewhat emptied out.  She served me a drink and we talked until the bar closed.  The next time I went out with my friend, I took Natalie.  He was not surprised. 

The young teen became dizzy, her face began to turn blue. She began to black out. At least it would soon be over.

Just in time the cock was jerked free, trailing ropes of un-swallowed saliva and sending her into another coughing, choking, gasping, fit. Alive yes, but just freeing her for another round of torture.

“Damn that’s some good tape. Thought we was going to loose her there for a minute Bob.” the director chuckled.

“No.” Bob said. , “ I know how far to go. Wasn’t going to kill the little slut. She just thinks so. It’s sort of like that water boarding stuff the spooks do. You know them rag heads just think their going to drown.”

The camera zoomed in on the wild desperate face. A stunningly beautiful face under other circumstances. A heart shaped face with long auburn curls and flashing green eyes. Right now the eyes were only flashing panic from a face covered in running mascara, sweat, tears and saliva.

Marissa was a small town girl who went gone boy crazy and was lured by the excitement of the big city. Things changed fast when Greyhound dumped the penniless runaway on the streets of LA. It didn’t take her long to figure that there were no jobs for fourteen year old runaways.

By the time she had starved off all her baby fat Marissa got smart enough to hook up with an older guy trading sex for food and shelter in order to survive.

Along the way she tried a little Coke and Meth and found that she got horny as hell on speed and could fuck for hours as long as she stayed high. That came in handy since the 36 year old “boyfriend” insisted on showing her off at wild parties that ended up with orgies and gang bangs.

Then he met a dude that recruited for the porn trade. When he found out what the going rate was he was all for it. So just for fun she played along. She did a couple of straight BJ scenes then a series of Perv scenes where her “co-star” was some older guy. She dressed up as a cheerleader or in a girl school outfit and called him “teacher, principal, or coach, whatever they told her. These started with some kind of punishment like a little spanking and ended with a BJ. Pretty boring stuff if you aren’t a Perv.

One day they matched her with a guy she was to call daddy and found out that they expected her to fuck him. At first she was nervous about “doing it” in front of the camera even though she had fucked a lot. This old fart would be just another in a long line of strange cocks that had used her young pussy so she got over it. The pay was better but it all went to her pimp. She had finally figured out that’d was all her so-called boyfriend was.

From X rated straight fucking, things spiraled out of control. Not that the young girl ever had any real control. Now at almost 16 she was an old hand in the business doing hard core rape scenes and wondering if she was going to live through the next minute or even if she wanted to live.

“Ok, now lets get some booty action.” the director called.

It wasn’t enough that she was doing ultra hard porn but this shit was being streamed live over the Internet live. They said over five hundred would be rapist perverts had ponyed up a grand a piece to watch the debauchery. Later her ordeal would be available to the rest of the net world for anybody anywhere to download for a few bucks.

The 15 year old was naked except for absurdly tall red-plastic high heels and a wide black dog collar buckled tightly around her small throat. Besides being part of her “costume” the collar provided a convenient handle for her abusers to jerk her around from one obscene position to another or choke her into submission.

In her desperation just to breath she had forgotten that the whole meal deal was that she was to be the filling in a human sandwich. A muscle bound freak named Marcus was stationed behind her. While the camera concentrated on the oral rape he held her firmly in place preventing her from attempting to back up and escape the smothering cock. Now he moved into action for his part of the show.

“Get up higher bitch. Hike yo ass on up there.” He demanded slapping her bare rear. She adjusted only to receive another stinging blow. “You can do better than that. Come on get that little ass on up to where I can take yo hole.” The helpless teen received another stinging blow. Her ass cheeks now glowing with red handprints.

She moved again and looking back she noticed one camera had moved back to show her reddened cheeks as powerful hands pulled them apart streaming a close up of her exposed sex to all the perverts watching on computers.

“Go ahead Marcus show our viewers a little pussy fucking. Don’t cost nothing extra,” the director laughed. “It’ll get you lubed up for her ass.”

The muscle bound porn star dipped his dick into her hole, pushed it in then pulled it all the way out. He did this several times giving the camera a close shot of her open pussy hole each time he pulled it out.

“You like that? You like that big black dick in you’re little pussy?”

The young girl just mumbled something which earned her another stinging blow. “Say it slut. Tell me how you like a big black dick in that skinny young pussy of your’s.

“Oh yes,” she complied. You’re dick feels really good. Really good in my tight, white, pussy.”

“That’s better slut just don’t want to think yo prejudiced or nothing.” He slapped her ass hard once again.

It didn’t feel bad in her pussy but he had the worst possible kind of dick for anal. Unlike most long dicked porn stars, his was shorter and fat. It looked like a the big end of a baseball bat and it was going to hurt her ass like hell. Of course they had planned it this way. This scene wasn’t supposed to be fun. Her pimp was getting big bucks because she was to get raped at both ends.

Bob had taken hold of the dog collar at her throat holding her firmly in place and one of the cameras was positioned to cover the shock and pain she was bound to display when Marcus forced her smallest hole.

The frantic teen stiffened as a pudgy digit entered her anus and twirled round and round greasing and loosening her up. Then two fingers were in stretching her little hole. It still didn’t hurt. Not really. At this point it wasn’t more than a big turd.

The freak stuck his dick back in her pussy and fucked her for awhile as he worked on her butt readying it for the final invasion. At last he removed his fingers. Took his dick out and brought it to her asshole and tried to push it past her tight muscle but it didn’t work. His cock was hard but not hard enough to push in.

“Damn. Loosen you fucking ass.” he commanded. “This cock’s going in that ass one way or another. You may as well get used to that. If you don’t open up I’ll rip you open with a ball bat and shove my dick in you’re bloody hole right behind it. You get that.”

“Give me some more of the K-Y shit. I’ll grease her up better then she gets one more chance. It’s up to you how you want this to happen but you ass hole is mine babe.”

This time the little girl gasped as he shoved two grease coated fingers way up in her ass and roughly worked them around. He repeated that several times packing her butt full of slippery K-Y then got back into position.

“Ok guys. Here goes. One big cock up one itty bitty butt hole.”

The girl desperately tried to relax her rectum. She knew it what was coming. She knew it was going to hurt and her ass desperately wanted to tighten up against the invader. Somehow she willed it to relax.

“Please go slow.” she begged pitifully.

“Sure kid. I ain’t gonna hurt ya more than I gots to.”

She knew that was a lie. They wanted to hurt her. His job was to force her ass and that’s what he was going to do.

His monster prick came against her rectum and he grasped the girls thin hips pulling her firmly against him. The pressure increased and increased again as he put his huge thighs into the game. Finally the inevitable happened. The pressure and the grease worked. His enormous circumcised dick-head popped in past her straining rectal muscle. Even expecting it the girl screamed until she almost fainted. Just the head was in her ass and she already felt that she was being ripped apart.

Marissa struggled violently choking herself on the dog collar trying to escape the massive anal invasion. The pain was horrible. More than she had ever experienced in her young life. The rape pervs were definitely getting their monies worth.

Bob roughly jerking the collar cutting off her air but holding her in place. There was no escape.

The freak momentarily held up to regroup and get the screaming clawing girl back under some sort of control. In pain her ass had involuntarily clamped down on his cock. The head was in but he was having trouble going deeper. He wanted to shove it in to the hilt but for now the resistance was just too much. He decided to just wait a little bit and hope she would get it together.

Marissa’s ass was screaming and tears of pain and rage were streaming down her face but she had stopped straining against the dog collar and could breath again. She could hear the men screaming at her to relax. Some of the guys standing around were laughing their asses off. She was totally humiliated but that was the least of her concerns. The panic was receding but how did they expect her to relax her ass when it hurt so bad.

“I can’t. I can’t. It hurts. Oh god it hurts too much. You’re tearing me apart. Don’t you know how much it HURTS? Please take it out. PLEASE. Oh god PLEASE.” she begged over and over but they wouldn’t let up.

No matter how much the girl begged the freak wouldn’t let up. Pressing forward slowly a millimeter at a time, the K-Y paved the way. The 15 year old runaway’s anus was slowly impaled by the one eyed monster.

Finally he yelled in triumph. “It’s in,” indeed the monitor showed that his pubic bone was firmly planted against the girls rectum and his cock was completely out sight in her hole.

The girl was barely conscious to hear the cheering in the studio. Holding the half conscious teen like a rag doll the freak slowly began to move his dick in and out. Just forcing her wasn’t enough. Now he was going to fuck her and shoot his load up that raped hole.

Once that much was established the director told the Bob he wanted shots of them both doing her at once.

He moved around in front and slapped her dazed face to wake her up, to get her attention. “Ok, I won’t hold your nose this time just make a pussy out of you’re mouth so we can finish up. He held her head up and slid his hard-on in the O she had formed with her lips. The rapist just slowly, almost gently, fucked the girls mouth. He didn’t even force her throat. Not at first anyway.

The two guys settled into a rhythm. The girl was in too much shock to even know what was going on. One going in as the other pulled out, like their cocks were sawing her in two.

Bob, in front, became more ardent, his second orgasm approaching, pumping deeper and faster. Ropes of saliva ran past his dick and down the girls face pooling on the floor. Finally he pulled out and began jerking off in her dazed face. Barely knowing what she was doing the raped girl continued to make and O, a target, as he came all over her face and shot load after load inside the O.

The freak pulled out briefly displaying the girls horribly stretched and bloody asshole. Then jumping around front he crammed his bloody shit stained dick in the her still open mouth. Within seconds his cum flooded her throat faster than she could swallow and the rest leaked past the girls lips and joined the pool of body fluids on the floor.

When released, the girl collapsed to the floor not hearing the cheers and whistles of the crew. The e-mails were overwhelmingly positive with many requests for a repeat. The file went on to become a classic and one of the most downloaded on the Internet.

Well, my friends and I were talking at school, and one of my best friends, Stephani, "just happened" to mention that she saw her brother masturbating. Now, I'm sure that you're aware that even it these crazy times, it's not a very common thing when your best friend tells you that she watched her brother jerking off. I was surprised, and somewhat aroused at the idea of Stephani's brother, Andy, who was tall, strong, black (like me), and had just turned 17. I never told this to Stephani, but I often thought of how things could be with just me and him, alone together. I never told this to Stephani, but maybe she caught me glancing at him a little too often. Maybe that's why she was bringing this up...

"Oh yeah," she said in response to a question I had just asked her. "He's big. It's like nine inches long. And thick too. You would like him, Tamara."

Okay, now I knew what Stephani was doing. There was no doubt that she was trying to get me together with Andy. Mmm, Andy...

"You know, he really likes you. You two should get together, get to know each other." said Stephani "After all, he's my brother, and the two of us are practically like family. What's mine is yours."

"Maybe I should meet him" I said. I had an unsure feeling about his, even though I knew exactly what was going to happen. I thought about andy sometimes when I played with myself and, although I thought he was sexy, I was sure it wasn't a one way feeling. I saw the way he looked at me when I went over to Stephani's house, and I noticed his erections that he thought he could hide from me.

"You know" said Stephanie "My parents are going to be out next Thursday, and I'm going to be at Jenny's house. Maybe that would be a good time to meet him."

We both knew we were talking about something sexual, and we both knew we both knew. There was no point in putting it off any more.

"I'll do it" I said, feeling confident, excited, and aroused.

And so Thursday came, and the house's occupants had left. Andy and I sat together in the living room, both knowing what was on each other's minds, but neither of us willing to say it. We had been talking for around half an hour, but a silence ensued when we realized that neither of us had anything else to say.

"So" said Andy "do you have a lot of boyfriends?"

"No, not really" I said "I can't let boys tie me down. I need to do things on my own."

"You know," said Andy "there are some things that are a lot more fun with two people"

"Like what?" I asked. Finally we were getting somewhwere.

"Like this" he said, and he leaned over and kissed me.

"I like that" I said, and kissed him back. We kept kissing for a while, and we started to slide over as we made out, so that I was on my back, and he was on top of me. Now, remember, I was only 13 years old, and here I was with Andy's big warm body pressed against mine, the two of us connected by our hot, wet mouths. It was then that I startes to notice something else getting hot and wet. I didn't do a lot of stuff with boys, so, as I'm sure you can imagine, I was excited as hell.

I didn't want to seem too direct, so I reached under his shirt and put my arms around him. I started rubbing his warm, slightly hairy chest, and, seeing my message, took off his shirt.

"You said you didn't want a guy to tie you down" Andy whispered "What if he were to pin you?"

"Soon" I said "Soon"

Andy took off my shirt, and started playing with my breasts. He started rubbing them gently, playing with them. He took his tongue, and ever so lightly licked one of my nipples. My pants started flooding by this time and, since I wasn't wearing inderwear, Andy noticed. He made some remark, I can't remember what, and slowly took off my pants. I thought he was going to fuck me then and there, but instead he started fingering me. He got a rhythm going, and I started gently moaning. I was getting close to orgasm when ge suddenly stopped. I asked him what he was doing. He told me I had to repay the favor.

Andy unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. He pulled them off, along with his boxers, revealing a pretty impressive erection. I believed it was nine inches. And so there we were, on the couch (mind you, itt was a pretty big couch) with his big cock pointed straight at me. I hesitated, but then grabbed a hold of it and started jerking him off (I had to get off the couch to do this). His cock grew even more erect, until I could swear it was ten inches long.

It was then that I had an idea. I had always wanted to give a guy a blowjob. I wanted to know what a cock smelled like up close and personal. I wanted to be able to taste his throbbing manhood. So I stopped jerking and put my face right in his crotch. I grabbed his warm, steamy cock and started rubbing it on the side of my face, leaving a long white strand of pre-cum on my cheek. Andy saw where I was going with this, and went along. I put his cock head in my mouth, and started to suck on it. After a while, I had a steady rhythm going, and I moved my mouth up and down over the top of his shaft while I licked his cock head with my tongue, using my hand to jerk his lower shaft from side to side, rather than up and down. Andy, meanwhile, was thrusting his pelvis into my face, and was starting to work up a sweat. After a while of this rhythmic blowjob, I could feel his orgasm was about to come. I took my mouth off his cock, and he started jerking it while I sat on my knees, with my face ready in expectation, waiting.

It hit me like a steamy tidal wave, his first shot landing right under my eyes. I could feel the warm gooey liquid run down my face when he hit me with a second shot, which landed straight on my lips. As I licked the cum on my lips, two more warm, white shots came, right in the center of my face. I put my breasts out, and two hot sperm blasts hit them, with two more gunks shooting into my hair.

So I sat there , with all this hot sperm running down my face and tits, and I felt that I still needed to get off. We played aroung for a while, fondling eachother until Andy's hard-on came back, just as full as it was bfore, if not harder (I think Andy was getting turned on looking at my sperm covered face). I told him I wanted to have sex, and he told me to get on the floor. So I got down on my back on the plush rug (which had gobs of cum on it), and Andy lifted my legs, exposing my cute little pussy, soaking wet, and I saw his rock hard member ready to penetrate me and give me the fucking of my life.

Part II coming soon!

You do as your told as your transfixed with excitement, expectation, and wonder. I grab both your wrists tightly in my hands, you have a pair of handcuffs on your bedside table which I take. I slip your right hand into them and stretch your arm out to the top of the bed, linking the chain of the cuffs round the bed head, I then pull your left wrist up and fasten it into the other cuff, your arms are now secure and I push the cuffs on as tight as they will go. It look down at you and give your pert little butt a hard slap before I start to move your legs into the position I want, I get off the bed and walk round to the bottom end. I lean forward and tightly grab both your ankles, you do not resist, although you say nothing you are enjoying every minute. With one ankle in each hand I quickly pull your legs apart, stretching them wide open. I do it quite hard and it jolts your lower body. I drag you down the bed slightly so your arms become stretched tight, each of your feet is only inched away from the corner posts of the bed. I grab a dressing gown cord which is lying on the floor, with it I fasten your right leg to the first post, you still don't resist, your pussy is oozing cum as it itches for some attention. I them grab a pair of tights from your floor and use them to secure your left leg. The knots are tight and dig into your skin slightly there is no slack and you to are unable to move your feet. Your legs they are stretched as wide open as they have ever been and you feel totally helpless as you bite into the bedding under your mouth. With your legs and arms firmly secured I take a stroll round the bed. I can smell the sweet aroma of you moist pussy in the air, I look between your legs at your white cotton panties that are just about covering your stretched pussy. I can see a wet patch in the gusset area and my cock grows even harder. I walk round to the front of the bed, lean over you and place my mouth by your ear “I can smell your sweet cunt Lucy, your wet little pussy is filling the room with your scent, your knickers are soaked, you dirty little whore, but don't worry, not long now till I give your juicy hole the attention it is craving for”

Your hart is pounding and your pussy is aching, “Please James just fuck me, my cunt needs you, can't you see it's on fire, fuck me James, Fuck me please.” you scream.

Your wanton cries fall on deaf ears. I ignore your plea and carry on walking round the bed with my hard cock in hand, I wipe a little pre cum from my purple helmet with the tip of my finger and wipe it on your nose, under your nostrils so you get a good sniff of my cum. I then take a your blind fold from your bedside draw and tie it tight over your eyes. Just one last thing needed a gag, I look round the floor for something to use. I see a pair of your dirty knickers I grab them, they are also white. I lift them up to my face and sniff them, they are still a little wet and have some of your cum stains inside, you probably wanked yourself while wearing them earlier in the day. They give off a beautiful pussy smell and I decide that they will do fine. I stretch them out and place the stained and damp gusset in your mouth and pull the sides round your head. It's a little to tight to tie so I grab one of your gym socks also from the floor. I slip it through the two leg holes in the panties and find it easy to tie the knickers tightly in place, the pussy juice stained gusset pulls into your mouth and up against your tongue.

Your secured, Silenced, blindfolded and mine to do whatever I want with.

The collection of toys I had brought to your house was impressive, they were in my bag which I had placed in the corner of your room a couple of hours ago when I had arrived. You new nothing of my bags contents and I had ensured It had remained a secret till know. I opened the bag and started to look through the assortment of sex toys, all different colours and sizes, what should be start with first I thought. I grabbed one of the many dildos, it was black in colour and moulded into the shape of a stiff cock, it was not huge only about eight inches, but I would be perfect for the first entry of the night.

You lay still on the bed unable to move, speak or see. “lets have a good look at this cunt of yours” I say as I walk back over towards the bed, I reach in between your open legs and gently pull your know soaking panties to one side, I can see your fanny juice literally dripping out, a trickle is running down the inside of you thigh towards the bed. I wipe it off with my finger so not to waste the precious goo, I lick it off, it's so sweet it makes my cock jerk with a spasm. I pull your knickers further to the side and place my hands on your butt checks to ease them open, your little bud of an ass hole looks so inviting and it twitches slightly as you know I have exposed it and you know I am staring directly at your most private asset. I gently touch it but with next to no pressure, I just want you to know how vulnerable your are and that I could at any time penetrate whichever of your holes I wanted.

I let go off your knickers and they spring back over your butt and pussy, covering them back up for the moment anyway. I stand at the bottom of the bed looking at you slim smooth sexy body, your long hair flows half way down your back, I can see your body is shaking a little, Nerves? Excitement? The time for being gentle is over I reach forward and place one hand on each side of your knickers. With no warning I pull than down hard, your open legs stop them just above your knees and you try to scream a little as the material cuts into your thighs a little, Your gaping pussy and butt and ready for the taking. I pick the dildo up of the bed where I had left it. I place it into my mouth just for a little lubrication not that you need it, your soaking, I take it and push it hard and fast deep into your cunt. You are so wet and ready the whole length goes right in first time, You start to wriggle, You try to scream but all your mouth can do is chew down on the pussy stains on the dirty panties in your mouth but you enjoy the taste.

I continue to fuck your wet hole with the dildo, each time I push it right into the hilt and then pull it almost all the way out so you can feel the full length of the dildo inside you with each thrust, your legs shudder as you take the pounding. I then push the black plastic cock in one more time but this time I leave it deep inside you, it has a little vibrator switch which I switch on so it begins to vibrates inside you driving you wild,

I return back to my bag of tricks to grab another toy, something to get your butt as worked up as your pussy I think is in order. I look in the back and pick out a couple of toys I think will do the job, the first is a 10 inch bendy plastic rod with round plastic balls placed all the way down, It's especially designed for anal play and is a modern take on the classic anal beads, the next toy is just a plain and simple vibrator, white smooth plastic a good length tough and slightly fatter that your average vibe, Just before I headed back to the bed I thought maybe something a bit more challenging for your pussy too, your cunt just swallowed the last black cock with no problems at all, something bigger was required. I new I had just the thing, I reached in the back and pulled out the 'rubber horse cock' one of my favourites, this makes girls week at the knees and I knew you would be doing well just to get the tip of it inside you, I'd first seen one in a porno called monster dildo Olympics, it was a film about a dildo fucking competitions between 4 dirty slappers. Once I'd seen it in use I new I had to get one and subsequently managed to get one of the net. It's about 15 inches long and about a wide a a man's wrist, It is tapered though at one end so the tip is a little smaller than the rest, one thing was for sure it was going to be fun trying to get it up into your young fanny.

The girls I had seen use one in the porno were all in there forties and pretty much had bucket fannys after years of forcing oversized sex toys deep inside them, You on the other had were mearly 19, your young, sweet, beautiful little slit is almost untouched in comparison but even with it's lack of experience I knew It is up for trying to swallow anything I tease it with.

The final item I grabbed from the bag was a tube of lube, Very important for what I had planned. I headed back over to the bed, as I glanced down at you I could see you wriggling with pleasure I can hear you trying to moan through the gag, the vibrating cock has worked it's way a couple of inches out of your pussy, It is dripping and I can not resist pulling it right out and placing it into my mouth, as I do so a long string of goo stretches from it's tip all the way back to the stretched lips of your sex, the taste of the cum on the dildo is delightful. I let your pussy slowly close and although your lips are slightly red and swollen, it begins to look fairly normal again. I slide two fingers over your sticky lips towards you little bum hole, I repeat this a couple more times until I felt your ass hole has enough fanny juice on it to act as a lubricate. There is nothing better than natures natural lube. and there is no shortage of it dripping from your horny little crack. I take the first toy I intended to use, It's the long anal play stick with the round bumps all the way down. First I gently push it into you snatch, it slides in easily as the diameter is nothing to worry about, I put it up your pussy purely to cover it in cum as we all know a anal insertion needs to be moist.

I then place the tip of the toy on you ass hole, with a little pressure it easily slips into your butt so to does the inch of plastic connecting it to the next ball, I push it again and the next ball also enters your anus, and again for the next, your butt is easily taking the toy, a bit more of a push and four and five slid in, that's about seven inched all together, You start to contract the mussels in you ass and your butt grabs the toy hard, I push some more this time a little harder to compensate for the fact you are clinching. The last two balls also find their way inside you and I am impressed that such a sweet and innocent looking butt had taken the hole toy as if you'd been doing this all your life. The toy is now snugly rammed deep up your bottom, nice and secure. The best thing to do now is to leave it, let it become comfortable because the real joy with that toy is when you take it out.

I give both your butt checks a good hard slap. “Your little pussy and ass think they can swallow anything don't they?” I shout to you, “Well lets see how your sluttey cunt gets on with this next one” I continue. I grab the 'horses cock' dildo, it is huge and although your pussy is still dripping wet I though it only fair to help you out with some extra lube. I use my hand to cover the great piece of hard rubber with the lubricant, I start to massage your cunt lips with my two fingers pushing them in and out, I added another to make three and continue the action, your cunt really starts to loosen up again and adding the fourth finger is not a problem. My hand is soaked and I know you are ready, I pulled my fingers out and line up the great hard rubber dildo with the entrance to your soaking love hole. Slowly I start to force it in .I use my free hand to try and stretch your pussy lips wide apart, I literally try and open up your fanny as wide as possible, again I push the horse cock towards your hole but it still wouldn't quite go in. I know I need a little help. I reach for the hand cuff keys and move towards the top of the bed “just do exactly what I tell you” I say softly in your ear. I unlock and remove one side of the cuffs to release your right hand. So you are still imprisoned I snap the empty cuff onto your left wrist so both of the cuffs now hold your left hand to the bed head but your right hand is free, I take your had and moved it behind you placing it between your legs “pull your fanny open for me” I say. You grab the inner flap on the right had side of your fanny, you stretch it as far as it will go to the right hand side, I do the same with the left, Your cunt is gaping open, I grab the horse cock with my other hand and try again, slowly but surely it starts to go in, about an inch at first but after a few minutes of pushing and twisting to my amazement about four inches had made it's way into your hole. Now it was firmly in I had no need for your right hand anymore so I reattached it to the head post with your handcuffs, I continue to push the massive cock in and out of you, fucking your cunt hard with it. I stare in amazement at your cunt as it is stretched an obscene amount, you have never felt any thing like this before, you are coming with ecstasy, over and over again, your pussy gushing with cum, your mouth biting on the pussy soaked gusset in your mouth and almost passing out with pleasure.

I watch while your body spasms and you shake as you cum, again and again, you gradually calm down and relax, although you feel far from normal, the massive horse cock dildo is still inside you and the anal toy has now been snugly inside your ass for the last 15 minutes. I am still sitting at the end of the bed, I have a perfect view or both your stretched holes, your pert little bum checks look so soft and smooth. I move my face down to you pussy and ass crack, I sniff in the sweet aroma. I can't help but run my tongue around the edge of the 'horse cock' and then around the edge of the anal toy. I now decide It's your ass that needs some attention, It has been waiting patiently while your pussy has been having all the attention but it's now your anus's turn to be pounded.

I start by taking the tip of the anal toy in my hand and slowly pulling it out, the feeling in your butt is intense, as it slowly emerges from the depth of your bowels you yelp with pleasure as each of the round plastic bobbles squeeze its way past your tightly clenched bum hole. I continue to slowly pull and the toy keeps emerging until all 10 inches are free, you ass hole remains open even once the toy has been removed I can watch as it slowly closes as your mussels relax. I then take the last of the dildo's I brought over, It's the fat smooth white plastic one, a classic looking vibrator, I turn it on and it starts to buzz. I rub the tip of it over you butt hole, it feels so good and almost tickles. Pushing it in is easy, the smooth plastic sides slid down deep into your bootie, the vibrating effect adds to the intensity. Your ass is handling it's fairly large diameter well and I'm impressed. I continue to push it in, then I draw it out, again and again, faster and faster, I keep fucking your ass really hard. in and out, deeper and deeper, you can feel that you are about to cum again I don't let up, I ram the vibrator in harder and harder. Your body starts to shake again, you are screaming through the panties gag still tight in your mouth.

My cock is throbbing, the smell of your cunt and ass is driving me wild, It's now my turn to cum, I first remove the vibrator from your ass and throw it on the floor, your hole is gaping again, I then remove the huge 'horse cock' from your cunt, your stretched vagina makes a squelching sound as it is removed. It also ends up on the floor. I stand and move round to the side of the bed hard cock in hand. I wank my self off standing over you. Your face is just feet away from my bell end. It's not long till I'm there. My hard cock shoots wad after wad of hot, sticky spunk in your direction. The blobs of cum fly towards the side of your face. The warm jiz lands on your cheeks, on the blindfold, in your hair and even in your gagged mouth. I shake my cock to shake of the last few drips of sperm. I get dressed and leave the room......

Any fedback to jimmybt@hotmail.com thx

Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

 

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

 

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

 

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

 

“Hi-ya Sal; I’m downtown and around for a few days; Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though.” He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.

 

“Well you should, it was your fault and you were there, you bastard!” She laughed a little nervously and felt a thrill travel the length of her spine in a shiver as the memory flooded back.

 

“I’d love to see you; Tomorrow?” She suddenly knew a desperation that he would say yes.

 

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Keep it moist until then babe.” He dropped the receiver and the line went dead with a brrrrrr.

 

Sal replaced the handset and returned to pressing out the ginger bread men and placing them on a baking tray. Her concentration was shattered after the call, but somehow, she managed to bake the cookies for her charges at Kindergarten where she taught the four to five year olds.

 

Later that same night, she trawled through her wardrobe, tossing clothing over the bed in dismissive piles. After almost emptying the cupboard and rejecting everything, she sat back on her haunches and sighed. A long overdue shopping trip was going to have to ensue if she was to make the impression she hoped. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.

 

If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching shoe and bag set. It could be a downtown joint, in which case jeans and a shirt would be ideal. It occurred to her that she could call him, but then she remembered that he wasn’t at home, he was in town and staying at any one of the hundreds of hotels. She got as far as dialling the number recall on her phone, but the only information it gave was number withheld.

 

“Shit!” She spat the word out like it was a particularly unsavoury chewing gum. “Shit! Shit! Shit and damn that man.” She at last, settled on a black cocktail dress, cut to the knee with a little lace trimming around the hem. Critically, she held up a pair of silver sling backs and matched them to a small purse.

 

She knew the dress fitted and accentuated her hourglass figure. The neckline was loose enough to hint at her beasts and show enough cleavage to attract a man’s attention.

 

“Let’s face it girl, she muttered to herself, you need a man and all’s fair blah blah.”

 

It had been eight years since Sal graduated from College. Eight years in her apartment and eight years looking for a man to rock her boat sufficiently to become something of a partner. She had had lovers, temporary boyfriends, but none seriously. These guys had varying sized egos and equipment; it seemed the larger the dick, the bigger the ego, the more of a pain in the ass, a proven equation. Sal had even dated guys of other races, but only one guy had lit her fuse and he had called this evening to make a date. Some of her conquests had managed to make her come, managed even, to get her to orgasm, those that could be bothered, but Josh had knocked her right off her feet. They had fucked like wild animals last summer and her body had responded in a way she hadn’t known was possible. What they had done could not be called making love, it was far too intense for that. It had in truth, been rutting, in the purest sense; fucking themselves to a standstill. They hadn’t even really messed around with foreplay or the niceties of sex, it had just been groin-to-groin screwing in every conceivable position, all the way, like his cock was an umbilical chord; that suited her desperate need at the time.

 

Afterwards though, when the holiday was over, he had left her behind, she had been devastated, the overwhelming sexual charge was replaced by a feeling of bereavement. She had thought that this was it, her life partner had arrived, never to leave; she couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been the same for him.

 

Time to worry about the hair and of course the make-up if she was to make the impression she hoped to. The rummage though her bag of collected hues and colours left her wanting, but it would have to do.

 

Sal showered and flopped into bed, her thoughts crowding one on another and preventing sleep, until her fingers found her sex and then the buzz of her vibe did the rest. She slept with her drying hair in rollers.

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Josh put down the phone and lay back against the headboard of hotel bed. His room was like any other of the millions of hotel rooms, comfortable enough, clean, but lacking soul. He clicked off the TV with the remote, the sound had been down anyway and he had no interest in the soap running on channel 10.

 

His laptop running on the top of a sideboard announced that he had mail with a chirrup. It was nothing important and was quickly read then deleted. He checked his web site and answered a few enquiries about his newly launched software package. When would it be on the market, was it upgradeable, what did it do. Those kinds of enquiries all easily answered and killed.

 

He thought about Sal and wondered if she had changed in anyway. His mind’s eye recalled her body and, with difficulty, her face. He recalled the small brown moles on her right shoulder and the downy skin of her flattish stomach. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent, screaming the place down while her sex ejaculated it’s golden stream.

 

They first met when he had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks by the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his baby over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of incredibly hard work, after which, he was completely burned out. The soft ware package to revolutionise the accounting industry had nearly done for him, the money didn’t seem worth the chunks of his life he had invested into it. Now it was out there against the opposition, the users who bought the licence didn’t seem to have the intelligence or aptitude to really make the programme sing as he had designed it to do. It left him feeling somewhat deflated or disappointed in the end result, but knowing fundamentally, that it was the customer who failed to grasp the nuances of his work; Their loss.

 

During the latter stages of completion, Josh had become quite ill, his Doctor referred him on to a psychiatric consultant who had warned him; vacation for a couple of weeks or a permanent rest from a complete breakdown; his choice.

 

He had collided into Sal on the second or third day of his enforced break, literally knocking her off her feet as he blundered around a street corner. Her touch as she took his proffered hand to help her up, was electric and he instantly knew that he wanted to know her, body and soul.

 

Their first date had been okay, McDonalds and a drive in movie, and then they sat and watched the moon slide across the water of the bay, talking about their lives and introducing each other. She had a self-depreciating manner of telling her life history, it was infectious; Josh found himself playing down his accomplishments in sympathetic accordance.

 

He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then, by mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn’t happened on the street corner or the drive through movie. The attraction and sexual chemistry between them was undeniable, neither of them denied the other. Thank God she had been taking the pill, because he would have knocked her up several times over, during the rest of their inseparable holiday.

 

Josh fell to sleeping, but had his hands tucked into his groin as he curled in a foetal position and dreamt of her. The sheets in the morning told of his restlessness and a familiar stain reported the rest.

 

Her day at Kindergarten dragged. Perhaps the kids picked up on her jittery inability to concentrate, or they sensed something in the wind, but even the normally quiet kids joined in the riot and cacophony of noise. It passed over her and she didn’t really notice until Anne from the next classroom popped her head in and asked if she could keep the noise down a bit.

 

“Sorry.” She said distractedly. “I’ll just kill them and have them for dinner.”

 

“Ha ha! See you at lunch.” Anne was just removing her head and shutting the door when she stopped and asked Sal.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved in a shooing motion and Anne pulled the glass door to with a frown on her face.

 

The frown turned to total absorption when Sal told her about Josh and their holiday romance of last year. A little jealousy was also in evidence and when Sal brushed over the sexual episodes, more than a little flush crept into Anne’s features.

 

Anne had a husband, or rather, her husband owned Anne. Her devotion was misplaced, because he used her as a doormat. Sal and she had had several heart to heart conversations during their meal breaks; it was always Anne who ended up crying in misery. The irony wasn’t lost on Sal, she was the one without a man, but it was Anne who was the more miserable of the two friends.

 

“So what you gonna wear?” The question was an abrupt change of direction in the flow of conversation.

 

Sal described the cocktail dress she had planned on, but her very description and her lack of enthusiasm told her she would be out shopping on her way home; the cocktail dress was confined to the wardrobe until further notice. Anne offered to help her with the retail assault, but she wouldn’t be able to stay out long.

 

“Trevor will want his dinner and he gets grumpy if I’m late.” It was apparent that Anne dearly wanted to go with Sal to hit the shops by the animated way she used her hands to enforce her words.

 

“Screw that! No man is going to own me. I ain’t a feminist, but I am a person in my own right, not an extension of Mister Partner.” Her vehemence spat the words out. Sal’s recollection of how her father had ruled her mother sprang to the forefront of her mind

 

“Your man, Trevor, needs to get a job and start looking out for himself a bit. One day Anne, you are going to wake up and it will be the last day of your marriage.” She continued.

 

“I guess.” The shrug of her shoulders indicated her acceptance of her lot, at least for now.

 

After school, they hit the town and walked the Mall, stopping in several shops until they settled on a small independent store that sold exclusives. Anne suggested an off the shoulder printed chiffon that looked like oil on water, but Sal chose a plain, dusty pink silk A line dress, with a square cut dropped neck. It cost a small fortune, but when she tried it on and looked appraisingly in the mirror of the changing cubicle, decided it was worth every penny.

 

They coffee’d at one of the many new outlets that littered the mall, then went their separately ways to their respective homes. Anne, hurrying to prepare her husband’s dinner, hurrying because she was likely to be late, Trevor hated her being late; Sal, to pretty herself up and create a vision. She had every intention of knocking Josh off of his feet. Both of them hurried to satisfy the hungers of a man, but in very different ways.

 

She was ready by six thirty and spent the nervous minutes waiting by preening and touching up her make up. Her heart was fluttering in her breast and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach had hobnail boots on.

 

He was fashionably late; Ten minutes past seven; blaming the delay on traffic and the scarcity of a decent cab. Sal made him wait for a little while longer, ostensibly just finishing up, but in reality, sitting on her bed and shaking from head to toe in nervous anticipation of her evening ahead.

 

She had melted when the door chime announced his visit and then, almost jumped into his arms when she opened the door. He looked tanned and totally at ease. A complete contrast to what she was going through.

 

“Where do you want to eat?” His laconic question filtered into the bedroom. It got her moving and she joined him in the living room.

 

“I’m easy.”

 

“Well, looking like that, I guess we should find some class.” His compliment struck a chord in her privately egotistic home. They left her apartment arm in arm, down the quasi-ornate stair well to the street.

 

He hailed a cab and they ended up at an Italian restaurant that had been recommended by the driver. Luigi’s was far better then the name or the outside appearance suggested. After a very good meal and a couple of hours later, they emerged with handshakes and cheek kisses from Luigi, on to a damp pavement and cool air.

 

Conversation during dinner had flitted from subject to subject and had, for the most part, remained light. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable, the mood of the evening changed at that point, recharging the sexual energy passing between them.

 

“Shall we walk for a little while?” He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman might have to a crinoline dressed lady.

 

“Sal…” He started, but then stopped.

 

“Spit it out Josh. What’s on your mind?”

 

“When I first met you, I was knocked out by the way we fit together. It was like we knew each other for ever and the um… well you know, was out of this world. But, when the holiday was over and I had to finish getting my project out, I thought I would never see you again. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.

 

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.

 

“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”

 

“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.

 

“What?”

 

“I like the sound of that word when associated with you; Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.

 

They caught a cab and arrived at her door some twenty minutes later.

 

“Drink?” She called from the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

“I’m okay.” His disembodied voice filtered through the door.

 

Sal undressed quickly, carefully hanging the new dress on its hanger and throwing a robe over her semi-nakedness. Josh had obviously found the hi-fi, music; she could hear something soft playing.

 

He was sitting, relaxed and at ease on the cream leather settee when she came back into the room. Her mouth was dry and she was still shivering a little from nerves. Sal fixed herself a watered Scotch and offered one to Josh. Then, she at last sat down opposite him and studied his face for the millionth time that night.

 

Sal...” He started “There is something you should know about me.”

 

“You’re married!” Fucking typical she thought in a nano-second, I meet the guy of my dreams and some bitch has already got her claws into him. It didn’t occur to her that she might be considered the bitch in the triangle.

 

“Ha! No Sal. It’s a bit weird, well a lot weird really, but you should know before this goes very much further.” He looked at her, spitting her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like she might if impaled on a spike.

 

“You’re gay then, or bi-sexual or a woman. Come on Josh, spit it out.” She felt a dread at the suspense and wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to know, especially if it meant they would not go any further than there were at tonight.

 

“No baby, it’s nothing that normal, it’s…well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…”

 

“For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously; trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty to articulate was creating.

 

“I change a bit.” His statement couldn’t have been any vaguer.

 

“So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her imagination was offering as possible answers.

 

“I…I mean…I change physically…sort of when the moon is full; that kinda thing.” He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming.

 

“Ha ha ha! So you’re a fucking werewolf are you then?” The laugh carried no mirth.

 

“Well…yes as a matter of fact...” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man with a normal relationship and a life.

 

“…As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am; A werewolf. I have never told anyone before Sal and if you want me to leave, well, I will understand and never come anywhere near you again.”

 

“You’re serious aren’t you…?” She knew the answer from the angle of his shoulders and the way he was studying his feet to avoid looking at her.

 

“…So, why me Josh? Why are you telling me?”

 

“I have never wanted to get near to anyone before Sal. But, then I met you and something clicked inside, like a light being turned on for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have had several lovers before you, but none I wanted to really get to know, none I wanted to be more than casual lovers with. Until you, there has been nobody I wanted to watch grow old and grieve for when they die.” He sat bonelessly in a settee opposite her like a condemned man, waiting for the Priest to offer prayers for his soul as he made his way to the gallows.

 

“What do you mean, watch them grow old?” Sal was some way off of getting a handle on what Josh was trying in his fractured way, to tell her.

 

“I was born in eighteen ninety two Sal. My parents had a sugar plantation in Jamaica.”

 

“That means you’re…” Her mental arithmetic wasn’t up to the sum.

 

“I’m a hundred and sixteen, give or take a month or two. A young black girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and then disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars and seen the worst that man can do. By comparison, what I am is nothing. I am considered a horror, but what this world has to offer is pure evil; by comparison, I’m a minor offence.”  He picked up his forgotten scotch and hid behind the sanctuary of the glass.

 

“Well…” Sal puffed out her cheeks while she struggled to sort through the jumble of thoughts.

 

“…So does this mean you will rip me apart and eat me?” She knew it was a stupid question and regretted asking it immediately.

 

“I would never hurt you Sal. I could never hurt you, you see, after last summer and meeting you; I couldn’t get you out of my head. I found myself wondering what you were doing and I must have dialled your number a hundred times, but I didn’t know what you would say when I told you, Oh, by the way Sal, I grow four legs and a full coat of fur during the full moon and eat live food, but don’t let it worry you. But, you wouldn’t get out of my head. Sal, God help me, I love you and have, ever since we first met when I knocked you on your ass. You cannot know what it took to come here.”

 

“Every guy I’ve dated seems to have a problem or carry a shit load of baggage, but this one takes the prize.” She said dryly. “It’s going to take me a while to get a handle on it Josh. I need some thinking time here.” Her thoughts jumbled and swirled in a maelstrom that had no hope of order.

 

“Do you want me to leave?” He rose from the settee, placing his half drunk scotch on the table between them.

 

“I want you to take me to bed Josh. I want you to fuck me until I pass out. The rest… I can think about later...” She lifted her eyes to search his face.

 

“…But I swear, you bite me and I will haunt you forever and I make a bad enemy, believe me.”

 

He laughed and felt the tension slide off of his shoulders. At last, he could relax for the time being, but knew that he would be facing an inquisition some time soon, if she didn’t throw him out. Josh reached down, taking her hand that she had lifted for him to pull her up by, then, he circled her waist and took her off her feet in an easy, fluid motion and carried her into the bedroom. Her Chanel No 5 perfume faintly caressed his sinuses; she steadied her self with an arm draped around his neck.

 

“I really trust you Josh; don’t hurt me.” She whispered to him as he pushed the door with his foot.

 

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Josh gently placed her, standing, on a sheepskin rug she had on the floor, at the bottom of the bed. Then, with consummate care, he slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall from her arms by her side. He placed in as neatly as possible on the back of a chair she used to sit on at her dresser. With a dextrous twist of one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra as he faced her and looked into the bottomless liquid pools of her eyes. With much care, he slipped the straps off her freckled shoulders and that too, was allowed to fall from her still arms and placed on top of the robe. She was almost naked now, with only her lacy panties and her dignity covering her. Sal shivered a little and he noticed a slight nervous tic at the corner of her mouth.

 

He took her chin in his hands that seemed huge by comparison to her smallness; he lifted her face to meet his lips. His kiss was almost chaste in its touch on her forehead. Sal made to move into him, but without words and just a little pressure, he made her stand exactly as she was.

 

He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn’t tarry and continued the travels of his lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified by the steady thump.

 

Bending now, almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.

 

He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.

 

Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked in a blue maze across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.

 

He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted still in a standing position as if she were no more than a feather. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.

 

She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.

 

This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate by now, but Josh hadn’t even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.

 

His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.

 

Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn’t been there before.

 

Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn’t lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair with claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her essence into his waiting mouth. 

 

Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.

 

Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.

 

He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his proportions, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old. She almost giggled at the quip.

 

Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.

 

“Let me return the favour.” She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and desperately needed him to fuck her.

 

Josh wasn’t build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn’t any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.

 

It was Sal’s desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic rocks and thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she craved. Her pelvic thrusts were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.

 

Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal’s own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat; her breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.

 

Josh’s own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn’t matter. His soul was bare to her; he was lost.

 

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side by side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.

 

For Josh, it was the first time in his long life that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn’t to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.

 

Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers, it wasn’t particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else’s she couldn’t remember, but blood had been a major factor.

 

Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.

 

A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her, last summer, to think that she might have merely been a romance for the brief few holiday weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.

 

She could no more lose him than exist as a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her she knew; now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.

 

While most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh’s life could be like. Could she allow that other life to co-exist with their erstwhile normal affair? Could she even admit that it would happen, time and time over; she did the math, twelve times per year for what… fifty years if she was lucky enough to live that long. Five times twelve equals sixty add a zero for the multiplication of tens; six hundred times he would be away from her.

 

And then there was the nature of his time separate from her, what would he be doing then? She of course knew the answer, but the enormity of killing to satisfy an animalistic need was, by far, too vast and horrendous for her to touch upon too deeply.

 

She was still pondering when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one by one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal’s mind was made up there and then in that instant between sleep and recognition.

 

“Hello.” He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. “You okay?” He raised himself, to lie on his side his head set on one hand while the other reached for her.

 

She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour one for him.

 

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.

 

She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.

 

“Sal…” He began. “…We need to talk I guess.” But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.

 

“I need to know one thing Josh, that’s all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?”

 

“Well, what is it you want to know?” She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.

 

“Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?” She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.

 

“Sal, I took a risk telling you…”

 

“I know that.” She butted in.

 

“…But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness, light as opposed to darkness; in my case, werewolf and slayer.”

 

“Buffy strikes again.” She laughed mirthlessly.

 

“It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”

 

“So who is this person?”

 

“My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see; I took a huge risk to my very existence last night.” He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.

 

Her voice softened.

 

“I know you did Josh. I know you did” He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.

 

“I got work Buster and I need a shower.”

 

Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.

 

It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.

 

Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.

 

Sal couldn’t fail but to notice Josh’s unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh’s change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her was likely going to be real life.

 

But, Sal wasn’t to see Josh’s transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn’t help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door. She knew this was the first time, had even anticipated the awkwardness of the situation, but she thought that he would trust her enough to allow her to be a part of his alternative life, even if it was only his transference.

 

Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.

 

But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.

 

It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal based, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn’t burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.

 

She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness, passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.

 

Neither of them moved, just stared at each other wordlessly, sightlessly in her case, she hadn’t the capability to discern from what meagre light there was. The space between them was a barrier of difference; two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.

 

She closed the door, but didn’t latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, she heard soft pad falls approach the door and then cross the carpeted floor.

 

Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her. No silver cross or bullet or what ever it was that gave protection from such an otherworldly thing.

 

He smelled of earth, of dew and of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn’t respond in any way for a few seconds, transfixed to the spot.

 

Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.

 

He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal’s own mating instincts were being fostered into urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled, adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.

 

Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolf’s torso with encircling arms.  They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.

 

Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail; that when rubbed the wrong way, sends dogs into a delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of his pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.

 

Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stoked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animalistic desire.

 

Sal broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet with his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth by circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.

 

She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.

 

The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. Her pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip with locked forepaws around her waist. His hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance by some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.

 

She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.

 

Sal gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.

 

His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her vaginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.

 

Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn’t burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.

 

They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her head. He was now turned ass-to-ass and panting hard from the exertion. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that had all the hallmarks of epileptic seizure.

 

The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to find the strength to turn around and flop almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him; they slept in each other’s arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.

 

The same thing occurred the next month when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight on that night/day of the month. No big problem except when she was teaching.

 

Once or twice over the next few months, she had to call in sick, saying that she had a bad period, not strictly untrue in a sense, but she felt guilty about it. She was also missing her friends. Making plans to see them and then, cancelling at the last minute.

 

They were settling into a routine of life partnership. But, their lovemaking during the days between full moons was waning a little into purely functional sex, a mechanism for cementing their relationship and gratification when the need arose.

 

The time for a decision was fast approaching; Sal knew it, could feel the impending moment approach and had no answer prepared.

 

She waited until he returned from his nighttime excursions and had fucked her in a frenzy of lust until the morning light returned him to human form.

 

“Josh…” She began, having thought it through, agonised and then made her choice.

 

“…I want to be like you. I want to hunt with you, run alongside you and I want your children, if that’s possible.”  She was surprised at his lack of reaction and thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated it closer to his sweat soaked ear.

 

“I hear you Sal.” Was all he had to say before he either fell into a deep sleep, or feigned oblivion, so her question might not need to be answered.

 

She was badly hurt that such a momentous decision should be treated so lightly, and instead of sleeping along side him, got up, dressed and went into the street where her anonymity would help her grieve for his lack of interest. She walked the freshly washed streets, observing the early morning people, ones she never saw normally. She savoured the smells of the new day and found a coffee at an all nightstand. She had to fend off an advance from a couple of drunken kids who were obviously returning from a party. Her head cleared and she resolved to corner Josh into telling her his true feelings.

 

She let herself back into the apartment and found him sitting on a chair in the window box with his feet propped up on the railing.

 

Neither spoke, waiting for the other to make the first sortie. It was Josh who gave in first.

 

“Sal, have you really thought about what you have asked?”

 

“Of course I bloody have.” She exploded. “I mean, it ain’t like getting married is it?”

 

“Yes, but do you understand the full consequences?”

 

“What like you and I would be together forever? No I hadn’t thought about it much.” Her derisive words smacked into him and she saw his wince, but he rallied and looked at her as he spoke.

 

“If you were the same as me, there will be two new slayers in the world, one for each of us, they will be driven into finding us and killing us, because we are different, an abhoration to the norm. You will become an outcast Sal, all of your previous life will alter, everything. We will not be able to stay here, but move and then move again and again. Is that what you want? Can you give up your life? It isn’t just for the moon once a month, but for the rest of your life. It fills every day; it is a whole life change. Do you…can you love me enough?”

 

Sal looked at him straight into his eyes, and then rushed at him as if to attack and hurt him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips before breathing into his mouth.

 

“Yes you fool, I want it. I want you and you had better not ever forget it.

 

The next full moon found two werewolves prowling the fields for prey. One huge, almost black, male and his lifelong companion, a sliver grey female in the first flush of pregnancy.

I finished up the shower and dried myself off.  I headed out to get dressed when i saw Sarah come into the locker room.  She seemed to be suprised when she saw me, saying, "oh, i thought you were done already."  i told her that i was but just needed to get dressed.  I assumed she would leave, but to my surprise she actually started walking towards me.  As she walked towards me, i began to get hard.  the tent forming in the front of my towel was obvious.

When she got right in front of me, she said, "well, why don't you just stay undressed and I will join you?"  Without a second thought, i said sure.  with that, she slowly removed her shirt, revealing her huge bra covered breasts.  Next she reached around and unhooked the strap revealing the most beautiful set of tits i've ever seen.  My now rock hard dick was sticking out from my towel, so i just went ahead and dropped it to the floor.

I couldn't take it any longer and reached out and puller her to me.  Her naked breasts pressed up against my chest as i gave her a deep sensual kiss.  We began making out, getting more and more excited as we went.  She pushed me back slowly and had me sit down on one of the benches.  She she did, i told her it wasn't fair that I was completely naked and she had her pants on still.  She agreed and upon my request turned away from me to remove them.  As she slowly slid them down over her glorious ass, i just had to reach out and touch it.  Once, she had them all the way off, she turned back around to reveal her clean shaven pussy.  With that, she dropped to her knees in front of me.  In one quick motion, my dick was in her mouth.  I almost came instantly!  In between sucks she would tell me how much she has wants me.  She then started to suck faster and getting into a good rhythm.  After about 5 minutes I couldn't take it any longer.  I told her I was going to cum if she didn't stop, and she simply kept going!  after about 3 more pumps i blew my first load deep down her throat.  when she finished licking me clean, i told her it was my turn to make her cum.  I took her by the hand and led her out to the workout floor.

As i sat her down on the incline bench press bench, i leaned down and gave her a deep kiss.  Tasting a little bit of my cum.  I kissed her all the way down her body.  Sucking on her nipples and kneeding her ass.  When i got to her pussy, i lifted her legs up and spread them nice and wide.  Her shaved wet snatch was such an inviting site!  I slowly started licking her lips.  Slowly licking deeper and deeper.  Her moans of pleasure were a sure sign i was doing something right.  After licking for a couple minutes, i pushed one, then two fingers into her as i started to suck her clit.  This was apparently what she wanted as she started moaning loader and loader.  They were almost screams of pleasure.  After about 3 minutes she yelled out "I'm gonna cum...don't stop, please DON'T STOP!"  Then with a flood, her juices rushed into my mouth.  her body shaking and her legs clenched around my head.

After she came down a little bit, she pulled me up to kiss me deep once again.  She then told me, "I want your dick in me, NOW!"  I picked her up and took her to the preacher bench curl chair and kissed her neck from behind and i squeezed her tits.  She started getting impatient and actually begged me to fuck her.  So, i bent her over the preacher chair so i could fuck her from behind.  As i inched closer, i got harder and harder.  I thought I was going to burst!

Once i was lined up perfectly, i pushed forward and entered her hot wet cunt with one thrust.  Her pleasured moan almost made me cum.  I started to pump in and out while playing with her tits and squeezing her ass.  As I pumped, she started moving back and forth meeting my thrusts in a perfect rhythm.  Her screams of pleasure getting loader and loader when she yells out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

After she came down from her second orgasm i decided it was time to just pound her into submission.  I layed her on her back on the seated row seat.  Spreading her legs wide, i climbed on top and penetrated that sweet snatch once again.  This time i started pounding hard and deep!  "Harder, faster," is all she could say.  My head was spinning with pleasure as i fucked this gorgeous girl's brains out!  after about 5 minutes of my assault, she moaned that she was cumming again.  This was it for me as i was set over the edge.  With one final pump, she came and I unloaded possibly the biggest load of my life deep into her pussy.  As we both slowly calmed down, we realized that it was getting really late, so we should be getting home.

But, she didn't want to go home with cum dripping out of her, so we went and took a shower to get cleaned up.  Her body wet and under the shower was magnificent.  We didn't do anything else that night, but every chance we get, we do fuck.  Especially when I have late clients...which has been happening a lot lately!! ;)

     She decided on a green shirt with a smiley face on it and a pair of black shorts that only came just above her knee. She sat down at the computer and signed into her Instant messanger systems. Immediatly her friend Calli sent her a message. They chatted for a few minutes till Alex suggested trying a chatroom, she didnt even give Veronica enough time to decide before she sent the link. Seeing no harm, she clicked the link, signed up, and entered the world of chatrooms under the name "LittleAngel." It was her first chatroom, outside of a created chatroom with her friends and she had no clue of what to say so she just sat back and watched. She sat there for almost twenty miutes when someone named "TheDarkOne" sent her a private message.
    "Hi there, its a chat room, speak up girl.....you are girl right? lol" Veronice just sat for a sec and finally replied:
    "I'm new to chatrooms so I dont really know what to say, I may just leave though"
    "Why? Eh, just takes some gettin used to, hope you dont mind me asking, but how old are you?
    Without hesitation she quickly replied "13, what about you?"
    "Im 17"
Seeing his age she immediatly thought that this was wrong. She was talkin with someone 4 years older than her. She didnt know what to say really, oldest age student in her school was 15, so an age difference this big seemed odd to her.
    "You there?" He replied after a time of silence
    "Im sorry, ya." She didnt know why but she felt, even though she had just met him, she could trust him.
    "Its okay"
They chat for several hours. Discussing music, food, literature, religion, and even where they lived. Veronica learned he was only a few states away from her. It did make her feel uneasy but almost calm in a way aswell. She looked at the clock and noticed it was already 10pm
    "Whoa, im sorry I have to go" She quickly typed in.
    "Okay...you going to be on tomorrow?" Was his reply
    "Yup same time, now I have to go before my mom or dad catch me on the computer this late"
Without waiting she signed out, closed off the internet, and turned off the computer. She got up from the desk and opened her bedroom door a bit and looked into the hall seeing two shadows comming from the kitchen conversing,"Night mom, night dad," she called and without waiting shut the door. She went to her bed and climbed in and laid there a minute.
    "Wonder what he really looks likes...mmm" she said in a slight whisper and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

 When she got home from school that day she didn't even bother with removing her uniform and immediatly signed into the chatroom. A moment later "TheDarkOne" messaged her and they wasted no time  talking.
 "So whats your real name Dark?" Veronica typed
 "Jason, but my friends call me Jay."
 "Im Veronica" and she was immediatly followed with "Beautiful name" She only knew two guys named Jason and they were both jerks in school.
 "Do you have a picture of yourself Jay?" She was smiling now, a big one showing off her white teeth in the reflection of the screen.
 "Hold on" he responded. A few moments later a webcam symbol popped up to reveal a young man who definatly seemed 17. His hair was dark brown and covered part of his face, length wise it went to the back of his neck all around but he had it parted in the middle so it covered his eyes partly. His eyes were unable to be soon clearly, but they looked to be blue and from what she could see he appeared to have some muscle on him.
 "Wow" she replied, "You look good" She started to giggle as she watched him smile.
 "So what about you, you got a cam?" Without hesitation she jumped up and grabbed her camera and plugged it in. Soon her image was up and moving and she realized she was still in her uniform
 "Oh god, i'll be right back" She didnt want to be seen in her dorky school uniform and ran to change. Jason sat back looking at the still image of her bedroom. He could see a closet which the door was barely shut and dark inside and could see the foot of her bed. Moments later she came into the picture wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, putting up her uniform. As she approached the computer Jason's eyes widened as he watched her tits jiggle slightly as she walked to the computer and sat down
 "Miss me? teehee" She started to giggle and looked closer into his cam. His room was dark and only a small flickering light was seen in the background, the TV. Jason snapped back into reality
 "Yup" As he adjusted his seat.
 They began to talk about useless details of school and of how there days went. As time went on she started to grow closer to him and even to Jason's surprise he was starting to like her as well.

 Over the course of a few weeks they started getting closer and they started to fall in love with one another and after a few weeks they decided they could try an internet relation and became boyfriend and girlfriend. Veronica knew her parents wouldnt like the idea of her dating someone four years older than her and a few states away so she kept it quiet. She only told Calli about him, but she didn't care to much about relations. She has been in a few and all guys abused her, so her only friendly advice was 'Be careful'
 As time went on Veronica and Jason started to exchange addresses and phone numbers. It was an everyday thing for them to chat on webcam except for days he worked. However he could only call her cell and only when she said so. All the while her parents were oblivious to the fact of her dating. They dated for a year online and his heart was hers to keep as was hers to him. Over the year Veronica turned 14 and developed into a full C cup and it seemed to be as far as she would grow for now. Her hair was now to her shoulder blades and she kept it tied in a pony tail now.
 On christmas day however, she recieved a package from Jason but not in the form she wanted, her parents got to it first. Yells and disagreements were thrown about that day and even though she got the ring he sent her, as well as the letter, after what was told to her by her parents, she started to think. 'Will we even meet?' "Is this a game to him?' No matter what she did she couldnt shake the feelings.
 "Jason...." She said slowly on the phone. The way she said it a lump grew in his throat instantly.
 "Yea sweety?" His voice weak, he feared for what the possibility was.
 "I dont think this can work with us, my mom found the package and if she knows im still with you, I dont know what she'd do to me." It was silent for a moment and then she heard a sniffle on the other end.
 "What?! WHY!? Just because your parents found out that doesnt mean we have to break up, its what you want, not them!" He was frantic, a mix of anger and depression. She started to cry and tried to talk clearly as she could to him
 "I know, but we cant im sorry....I'll always love you though" and she hung up. Jason dropped the phone instantly and began to cry for her. He was shivering and he couldn't breathe, his hair stuck to his tear covered face. He sat in his room, his anger and frustration building. All the dreams he had with her, all the fun they had together, they were thrown out the window and crushed like his heart was now. He looked into the mirror and seeing his face covered with damp sticky hair on his face and his cheeks red from crying.
 "Im going to see that dam bitch" He said angrily as he punched the mirror in, sending glass flying about and drops of blood

 Jason was overcome with anger as he wrote down the address and looked it up. He finally had directions to Veronica's and she was going to pay for what she did to him, for crushing his heart. He was writing down the directions when a grin overcame him, her parents were leaving for the week and she had told him that she was staying by herself and her friend may visit and stay with her.
 He got in his car and drove several hours to his destination. He parked at a hotel that was convieniantly a block away. He got a room with a view of her house and slept a peaceful dream of what he had planned for her. About noon the next day he pulled out his cellphone and called Vironica. The phone rang three times till she answered it.
 "Hello?"
 "Hey Vironica" He said quietly and gently
 "Jason?.....hey, whats going on?" She was actually a little scared of him, knowing how angry he was that day she broke up with him.
 "Nothing I just wanted to check on you, make sure your okay" He said sweetly, she was a little nervous still but calmed down a bit
 "Oh, well im doing okay, my parents are about to leave on there trip"
 "Okay then, well, i'll see you soon" He said quickly
 "okay..wait what?" She responded just as he hung up. She was confused, but thought maybe it was a mistake what he ment. He is afterall a few states away.
 Jason sat in the hotel room and watched out the window until he saw her standing on the steps of her house waving goodbye to her parents as they pulled out and headed off down the street. Jason immediatly walked out of his room as Veronica walked inside. He got to her front step and found that she didn't even bother to lock the door. He snuck inside and took a quick glance about. He could hear a faint sound comming from the living room. He peered around the corner and saw her laying on the couch talking on the phone. He sat briefly till she finally hung up and set the phone aside. She was wearing a black shirt and pink shorts that stopped at her thighs. He wasted no time, he quietly snuck up and convered her mouth and struck her unconscious.
 When she woke, she felt her hands restrained. She was sitting up right against her bed with her hands restrained above her head with handcuffs. She looked around and saw a figure standing in the dark. The figure moved and turned on the ligh, showing Jason standing there with an evil grin.
 "J-Jason!?" She exclaimed quickly. He didnt say a word and walked to the side of the bed. "Let me go!" She cried out "Now!"
 "I will, after I take something of your's" he said staring between her legs. Her eyes widened instantly
 "N-NO, please no!" She cried out
He didnt say a word. He placed his hand on top of her beast and trailed his hand down to the seam of her shorts. He looked into her eyes, seeing her fear as she continued to yell.
 "Shut the fuck up bitch!" He said with a hard slap across her face. Her cries of fear, turned to cries of pain. He slapped her again "I said shut the hell up!" She tried to quiet her crys, she didnt want to be hit again.
 He slid his hand deeper into her shorts feeling a few wisps of hairs. "Hehe, nice, now lets check that pussy of yours" Veronica pulled her legs in close and shut them tight tryin to prevent Jason from gaining access. Jason just laughed and slid his middle finger into the tight hole.
 Veronica couldnt believe the man she once loved was now having his way with her. "Stop please, Im a virgin!" Jason only smiled and started to move his finger in and out of her virgin slit. She had masterbated before and even as being raped her urges still grew and rose. She started to grow wet as he finger fucked her, being careful not to break her yet.
 Veronica closed her eyes in disgust with what was going on as well with her body betrayal. She was starting to moan slowly when he removed his wet finger from her damp slit.
 "Your a tight little girl" Jason said as he climbed on the bed and pulled out a knife. Veronica immediatly screamed. "Aw shut up damnit! Im not going to kill you!" He placed the knife to her throat, "Unless you give me a reason..." She shut up immediatly, except for her whimpers. He took the knife and started to cut away her shirt from the bottom until he got to the collar, then with his bare hands ripped the shirt the rest of the way open. Her clevage was now exposed, only her black bra concealed her. Without hesitation he cut her bra off and tossed it aside. Her breasts were perfect, her tiny pink nipples just waiting. He leaned down and started to suck on them and massaging the other one with his hand. She couldnt believe it but she was actually enjoying it and let a little moan out on accident.
 "So the little bitch loves it eh?" He pulled back and squeezed both of her now erect nipples as she moaned louder. He starts to trail his tongue around her nipples and down her body to the seam of her pants. He sat up and grabbed her shorts and started to yank them off. Veronica closed her legs to try and keep him from removing them, even though her body betrayed her, she still had her dignity. He punched her stomache and the wind escaped her along with the fight in her legs. He pulled them off to reveal a pink pair of panites, now damp with her wetness. He laid down between her legs, placing his mouth over her pussy and sucked her the final article of clothing into his mouth and proceeded to remove them. As her underwear passed over her toes she quickly rose her foot and kicked him in the face. The force sent him back and off the bed. He let out a grunt of frustration and stood holding his face.
 "Your going to fucking pay for that!"
 "Let me go! Your going to be the one in trouble, not me!" She cried. He grabbed her feet and held them still as he climbed back on top of her. "Your already in trouble." He said angrily. He leaned down and slid his tongue deep into her pussy and shocks went through her body. He proceded to lap and lick her pussy as she began to moan louder with every passing minute. Soon she felt an orgasim starting to swell within her body. "Ahhhhh"
 He started to pay extra attention to her clit now. She couldnt control herself now as she wrapped her legs around his head and forced him deeper into her. His pace quickened and she let out a loud scream as she began to cum. Cum flowed into his mouth as every jolt of the smaller orgasims followed. He pulled back, his lips coated with her juice. "Such a little girl with so much in her."
 She just sat there breathing heavily, cum still dribbling out of her slit. She had never had an orgasim so big. He leaned closer and forced a kiss onto her lips. He held her head still as she tried to move away as the taste of her own juice start to transfer to her. Veronica looked up to see him now removing his jeans and boxers. "Now its my turn!" He said revealing his erect 8inch cock.

~~~~~

This is my first story so let me know what you think. Also any suggestions or ideas for part 2 feel free to email me  justmejp89@aol.com

Gloria was the instigator of the next incident. She took the bottle of chocolate syrup and poured it onto Trish’s and Jane’s bodies. Making sure that their tits and pussy received a generous share. Now lunch is served, she announced. After filming both girls covered in chocolate she handed the camera to Megan who continued to film the action. Gloria sucked the first chocolate nipple then the first chocolate pussy. After an few more squirts of chocolate, Gloria told the rest of teens to lick them clean. Trish and Jane moaned their approval. It had only taken 15 minutes and Gloria knew her father was not ready to fuck again. She looked in the living room and saw him asleep. Returning to the kitchen she told the girls to get cleaned up and then come back to the kitchen.

Amber was the last one to get a shower and return to the kitchen about a half hour had passed since Rick had fucked Jane. He was still asleep and Gloria did not want to awaken him just yet. She passed each girl a bottle of beer. Now drink up. Lets have some fun. By the end of the second beer, each girl was beginning to get a little tipsy. They were giggling and slurring their words. They were feeling no pain as the saying goes. They were also horny as hell. Amber screamed I want to be fucked. Let’s go wake him.

She rushed into the living room and began sucking Mister Rick’s cock. He let out a moan. Oh, Gloria, that feels great. Amber did not hear what Rick mumbled. She was hard at work sucking the cock that she hoped would soon be inside her. It was her turn and she desperately wanted to a cock insider her.

Rick was deep in slumber. He was living his fantasy of fucking some of his daughter’s friends. He only wished it was his daughter. She was as hot as her friends. He could see a Gloria in his mind. She was bare ass and topless and playing with his cock. She began to suck his cock and he moaned, Yes, Gloria suck me.

Gloria heard him and new now that he would indeed fuck her. Amber had a hard cock in her mouth but she did not want him to cum in her mouth. She wanted him to cum inside her pussy. Gloria bent over and told Amber to mount him before he goes soft. Gloria helped Amber position her father’s cock at the entrance to her virginity. Amber winched as Rick’s cock broke her hymen. She lay there a few moments until the pain subsided, then began to fuck Rick.

Rick was having visions of fucking his daughter. He began to respond to her movements. Oh baby, your so tight. Fuck daddy, let me fuck you baby. He opened his eyes wanting to see his baby bouncing on his cock but instead he saw Amber with her big tits bouncing. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her tight.

Yeah big boy fuck me good. Fill me with sperm like Jane and Trish.

You want to get fucked big tits.

Yeah, fuck me.

Okay. He then rolled off the sofa and positioned Amber on her back. Her legs were draped over his shoulders as he entered her again. She screamed as he pushed into her virgin ass hole. My god stop, you’re too big.

Relax and it won’t hurt as much. Rick waited until he could feel her muscles relax then began to fuck this 15 year old’s plumb round ass.

Amber’s pain soon turned to pleasure. Oh my god, don’t stop. A few more strokes and he was ready to blow his load. He eased out as Amber cried No, No, put it back in. Her screams turned to Yes, yes, oh yes as I put it in her pussy. Then I unloaded my sperm deep inside her womb as she had her own orgasm.

Rick looked up to see Gloria with the camera and smiled. That left Megan a true red head, Alicia a blond, Heather a brunette, and Gloria his daughter.

He told the Megan, Alicia, and Heather to lie down on their backs. Now Trish, Jane, and Amber, pick a pussy and eat it. I want their pussy moist and soft when I fuck them. Trish picked Heather, Jane picked Alicia, and Amber crawled between Heather’s legs. This really was an orgy now. Three pussies were being eaten while three asses stuck up in the air. He grabbed Trish and rammed his cock up to the hilt in her ass hole. She sreamed then begged for more. Rick pulled out then rammed into Jane’s ass hole. She to screamed at first, then begged for more.

Okay, switch places. Now Megan, Alicia, and Heather jhad their asses in the air. Rick took his cock and entered Megan’s pussy took her virginity in one stroke. He then moved to Alicia and fucked her virginity away. Heather was the last one. He placed his messy cock at Heather’s pussy and rammed it into her. Now only his daugter was left a virgin. Heather would get his last load of sperm deep in her pussy. It took awhile until he could cum. Four of the six teens had his sperm in them.

Megan and Alicia felt a little disappointment. They lay on the floor nursing their sore asses.

Megan asked Rick, “What about us, don’t we get any baby juice.

Yes but not right now. I will finish with you after supper.

Gloria put down the camera and stood next to her father. See I told you he would fuck you all.

What about you. You want him too. You said so.

Daddy you are going to fuck me. I heard you say so when Amber fucked you.

Yes, baby I am going to fuck you but not until tonight. All your friends can watch as you get your baby juice.

Rick went to his bed room and closed the door. He was a sleep in minutes.

Next: Gloria finally feels the joys of being a women. 

So when April came along and she got her license, Allyson took her Jeep and disappeared. Her and Jenny were always at the parties; it became so bad for Ally that she couldn't stop.

As graduation approached, Ally and Jenny got invited to lots of parties. They were invited to Mark's, Lee's, Dave's, Krueger's, and Mike's.

Most of the parties went fine; they went to Mark's and Dave's, then drove over to Krueger's. When they got there, Jenny noticed that it was absolutely crazy, there were too many people and they wouldn't be able to get drunk. They had nowhere to stay and were about to leave when Craig ran out to them.

"Ally! Jenny! Where are you going? The party's here baby!" Obviously drunk, he ran up to them and put his arms over their shoulders, leading them both towards the door.

"Craig, you're drunk. We don't have anywhere to stay. We can't get drunk because Ally won't be able to drive. Let me go." Jenny pushed his hand off her, then turned back to the car.

"Jen, don't be a party crasher. You can stay with me. My house is right there." He pointed to the house across the street. Ally agreed and turned back to the house.

"I'm not going. I think we should go home," Jenny whined.

Losing her patience, Allyson turned around and threw her the keys. "FINE! Take my keys and take my car and take your stupid ass home! I'm going to get drunk and I'm going to enjoy it!"

She and Craig disappeared inside the house. Someone handed her a beer, and she raised her bottle. People turned and raised theirs, and she started chugging.

Several hours and two sixpacks later, Allyson was drunk and ready to go to bed. She found Craig and told him she wanted to go. He nodded and led her to the door.

Secretly, she'd always had a crush on Craig; his sandy blonde hair and blue eyes made him irresistable. His smile was kind of crooked, and he always was making her laugh. He was smiling that adorable smile now as Allyson concentrated on walking across the road. Craig's hand sat on the small of her back, helping her stay steady as she walked up the stairs of his house.

Inside, he led her to his room. "You can sleep here, on my bed," He told her.

"Then where will you sleep?" She asked, puzzled.

His smile broadened. "Right next to you, sweetheart."

Her eyes widened. Throwing a pillow at him (and missing terribly) she laughed. "And just what do you think is going to happen?" She slurred, "Are you going to take advantage of a chick who's wasted?"

Craig only laughed, then pushed her on the bed, then landing on top of her. Their faces were only inches apart; their breaths mingled and swirled a lock of hair on Craig's forehead. He made the first move, gently pressing his lips to hers. She returned the kiss fiercely, putting her hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer. His hand traveled down her side, stopping at the spot of bare skin between her shirt and tight jeans. Finally, he broke it off, breathing hard.

"Damn," he whispered, rolling over next to her. His hand was still on her side, hers on his neck. Suddenly, she moved over on to of him. Laughing, Ally undid his jeans and slid them down a little. Craig's hands were on her hips, holding her where she sat. Neither of them knew what to do next; for a painful second it was completely silent.

This time Allyson made the first move. Sliding down his legs, taking his pants with her. "I only do this when I'm drunk, so don't make fun of me if I ... am not good." Giggling, she moved his boxers and took his already-hard cock out. Eyeing it, she grabbed the base of it and licked its length. Taking only the head into her mouth, she stroked with her hand. Craig moaned and put his hands on her shoulders. As he moved his hips slightly, she started taking more into her mouth. He felt the tip of his dick touching the back of her throat, felt her tongue rubbing underneath it.

As she heard him groan, she felt his penis twitch and tasted his salty juice. Swallowing as fast as she could, she sucked him dry, then sat up again, straddling him once more. Looking at her, Craig lifted her shirt, helping her remove it. When at last she was half-naked, he admired her boobs, then slowly caressed a nipple with his knuckle. Tracing up to her neck, he pulled her down to him, kissing her hard while his fingers played with her zipper. Allyson put her hands on either side of his head, lifting her hips up as he pulled her jeans off.

When he had them off, her neatly shaved pussy was visible. Allyson sat up straighter, kicking off the last of her jeans. Craig looked at her, asking if she was sure she wanted to do this. She smiled in return, then placed his dick at her entrance. He was hard again, ready to go, when she rolled to the side.

"You have to return the favor," Allyson murmured. Craig rolled over and moved down, putting her legs on either side of his face. Looking up at her, he stuck his tongue out, teasing her with its tip. Propped up on her elbows, Allyson moaned. He licked her folds, tickling her, then sticking his tongue deep as he could. As she neared her end, she threw her head back and moaned louder. Her orgasm struck her and she panted, while Craig moved over her. Once again positioned, she wrapped her legs around him and used them to pull him closer.

At the first touch of his cock, she shivered. He grinned, then slowly pushed forward. Her welcoming snatch enveloped him, surrounded him, and he sank deep into her.

"Oh god yes! Fuck me hard!" Ally screamed, clawing his back.

Craig pulled out, then obeyed her and slammed back in. He brutally pounded her pussy, then sank in, held it, feeling her walls pulling at him. Her moaning increased, and he started sliding in and out again. Together they came, he collapsing on her and she grasping at his muscular arms. Craig stayed in her, waiting for her to recover.

When Allyson opened her eyes, she looked up at him, then put her hand on his chest and pushed him over. "Let's try this one again," she said as she straddled him.

"Give a guy a minute, would ya?" He said, looking at her like she was crazy.

Exasperated, Allyson laid next to him again, her head on his arm. Craig kissed the top of her head. As they lay there, her breathing became deep. Looking down at her, he realized that she'd fallen asleep. He reached for the covers and pulled them over them, then closed his eyes and fell asleep holding her.

The next day he asked her out.

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