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Chapter 9

Four days later, I awoke to the sound of beeping. My body ached and felt heavy. I opened my eyes and groaned, suddenly feeling much lighter, as three heads popped up and came into view. After kissing me carefully, Mai ran off to get my parents and tell one of the nurses I’d woken. She soon returned with my mum and dad, who rushed over to me, the girls standing to give them room. My mum cried into my neck, sobbing, and my dad laid a hand on my arm, trying to contain his emotions.

“We thought we’d lost you,” my mum said.

“How long have I been here?” I asked. “What’s happened?”

Naomi filled me in. She had hidden in the toilets until after the shooting had appeared to stop and then came out to see me lying in a pool of blood. She rushed over, saw the two dead gunmen and was soon joined by an off-duty nurse and a surgeon. Together, those two had saved my life, Naomi aiding Sabrina and then offering assistance to other injured people until the police and paramedics arrived. I’d been taken to the hospital with Naomi, my heart stopping on the way and received CPR. I’d been taken straight to surgery upon arrival to remove the bullets, received a blood transfusion and had then been put into an induced coma. Somehow, none of the bullets had hit any organs. I’d just lost a great deal of blood.

I hugged my mum as tightly as I could bear it. My parents had heard about the attack on the radio and had tried to reach me, and then later that evening, the dreaded police visit came. My mum had broken down when they arrived to say I’d been shot in the attack, and then they jumped into dad’s car once assured I was still alive, although in a critical condition and on life support.

I held my parents’ hands, taking it all in. The three girls then left to get something to eat after each one came and carefully hugged me. Naomi gave me an extra long hug.

Watching them leave, my mum turned to me and said.

“Those three have hardly left your bed since you got here. There has always been at least one of them with you. You must mean an awful lot to them.”

“They also mean an awful lot to me,” I responded.

“I assume one is your girlfriend, but I can’t work out which…” she asked, with a pregnant pause.

“They all are,” I responded. “It’s a bit complicated.”

“Managing three girlfriends simultaneously must be!” my mother said.

“Way to go, son!” My dad declared, laughing.

“You must have a similar sex drive to your father. They all look satisfied, so I assume you’re doing something right!” my mum continued.

As she responded, the girls returned to my room, followed by a female doctor.

“Oh, he keeps us very satisfied; thanks, Mrs Wilshire, you won’t hear any complaints from us!” said Mai.

“And he’s certainly doing lots of things right!” laughed Alicia.

“Um,” started the doctor. “If I just heard what I think I just heard, I’d suggest you’ll have to wait a few more days for any satisfaction. David needs more bed rest, which won’t include any extracurricular activities!” she continued laughing.

“Booo!” the girls all chorused, laughing.

“Will we be allowed to tease him in a day or two?” asked Mai coyly, typically being the most forthright in her comments.

“Just be sensible and don’t upset any other patient.” Answered the doctor, still laughing. She then began to examine me and take some readings.

“You had us very worried when you came in,” she continued. “But being fit and in such good shape probably saved you. That and the assistance of the nurse and surgeon who were on the scene so quickly.”

“I’d like to thank them personally when I leave here. Please, can you give me a contact number?” I asked.

“I can do better than that. They both work here, so I’ll ask them to visit you. They have already inquired about your progress.”

The girls left shortly after the doctor had finished examining me, as they were all exhausted. My parents stayed by my side until the evening, talking about the girls, university, and whether my Olympic Dream might be at an end. Neither thought it would be. The Doctor had indicated there was no permanent damage. I just needed to rest and then take it easy for a few weeks, gradually building my stamina and strength. My dad suggested the three girls would be glad when my stamina returned, which earned him a slap and laugh from my mum for being so naughty.

After my parents left for their hotel, I went over the events in my mind, realising how lucky I was. I hoped Sabrina was okay. The girls had told me she had been released a few days previously and had gone to stay with her parents in London. She had suffered a flesh wound to her leg, which would quickly heal, so that sounded promising.

The next day, the police arrived to take a statement and to warn of the press interest. The gunmen had killed six people and injured fifteen others aside from Sabrina and me. From Facebook posts they had left just before the attack, they seemed to be acting alone and were not part of altınova escort any group. There would be an inquest, and the CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) was unlikely to press any charges on me for killing them, as it was obviously self-defence. There were multiple CCTV cameras in the mall (the UK has one of the world’s highest numbers of CCTV cameras), and some of the footage had been leaked to the press.

My actions had been praised when the initial reports came out. Still, when the coverage was shown, where I’d put my body between the gunman and Sabrina, dispatched one gunman barehanded (or footed), before shooting dead the other while still being shot at, the media started calling me a hero. I was uncomfortable with that, feeling I was just in the right place at the right time, but the media love a hero, so it stuck. I agreed to three interviews with the press, which happened in the hospital and then some television interviews on my release a few days later.

I spent the next few days in bed, desperate to be released to get some normality. One of the girls stayed with me each night as the hospital soon realised they couldn’t keep us apart. They pulled another bed beside mine so they slept beside me, and we could talk and hold hands. They were all very tearful, knowing how close they had come to losing me. I knew how they felt. The thought of losing one of them was something I couldn’t bear to think about. Naomi spent the first night with me and refused to let my hand go all night. She had been in the ambulance when I’d ‘died’, so the events had particularly affected her. The doctors were pleased with my progress, and the bandages were removed. I would have scars from the wounds, but that was a small price to pay.

The two main terrestrial channels in the UK, the BBC and ITV, had studios in Manchester, and Sky also wanted an interview. My parents took me in a taxi, and I started a round of embarrassing interviews on the daytime and news shows. Each interview showed footage of me being shot and protecting Sabrina. Seeing her screaming at the end when it looked like I’d been killed was a sobering sight. During the Sky interview, the female presenter asked if the viewers could see the bullet wounds, and without thinking, I removed my top to show them. The girls later let me know about the comments on social media about my physique. I was glad I hardly ever frequented them, but apparently, I ‘trended’ for about a week.

My parents had to return to work as I was now fine, although still weak. However, I assume the girls decided I would stay with them until fully recovered so they could ‘look after me’. My dad laughed at me and put the ‘look after me’ bit in air quotes. My mum and dad both knew what looking after the girls intended and found it funny as well as probably good for me.

The girls had an unused bedroom, so they set me up there, getting some clothes, toiletries and my university things from my flat. Craig and Dafydd helped them bring it all over, and I chatted with them. They had been distraught, but I hadn’t been allowed any other visitors with the girls and my parents nearly always with me. Alicia had kept them up to date as she knew them best, having slept over with me several times.

The first night back Naomi spent with me, we cuddled and kissed before sleeping. In the morning, she gave me an incredible blowjob but refused to let me reciprocate. After I came in her mouth, she gently kissed the marks where I’d been shot and then cuddled next to me, crying.

“We were all so scared we’d lose you,” she declared. “I don’t think we would cope if that happened.” I just held her tightly, not knowing how to respond but knowing I’d feel the same if the tables were turned. When we’d all re-met back in October and started our ‘arrangement’, I just assumed it would be a year, or 2, of no commitment fucking of 3 beautiful girls as many times as I could. I felt very differently now; each one meant so much to me.

“I love you!” I said to Naomi. “I love all three of you!”

Naomi burst out crying, and the other two girls hurried in, alarmed.

“Come here!” I said to them, holding my arms out. They came forward, and I wrapped each in a hug. Kissing Alicia on the lips, I stated.

“I love you!”

Turning to Mai, I kissed her and repeated, “I love you!”

The three girls then wrapped me in their arms and cried, all replying to me.

“I love you too!”

We held each other and cried a little before Naomi and I showered. I was still sore and didn’t have my full strength back, but I felt better each day.

On Saturday, the girls and I hadn’t made any plans, so we sat in the lounge talking, with the girls taking turns to cuddle and kiss me. For a treat, Alicia and Naomi prepared a cooked lunch of steak, mashed potatoes and vegetables, stating I needed to build up my stamina again. Being a massive fan of steak, I had no objections whatsoever.

Saturday night, Alicia slept with me; we cuddled and kissed gently before falling altıparmak escort asleep. I woke first and watched Alicia’s breasts gently rise and fall in her slumber. With a finger, I traced around the base of each before climbing to their peak. Alicia’s areolas were large and dark, her nipples slowly rising from their hibernation. She started smiling, obviously having a pleasant dream, so I rose slightly and started tracing a nipple with my tongue. Her smile widened, and she let out a sigh. Opening her eyes, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched. As Alicia arched her back, I put one arm under her and climbed on top, still working her nipple in my mouth. Putting her hands in my hair, she stroked the back of my head, emitting more contented sighs. Alicia then raised her knees to either side of me, and I kissed up her chest to her mouth.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Always!” she purred back at me. With that, she reached down for my cock and aimed it at her pussy. I slowly sunk into her until I was buried fully and then started long, slow thrusts. Alicia raised her legs, wrapped her ankles around my hips and angled her hips so I was rubbing along her G-spot with each penetration. As her cries of pleasure got louder, the door opened, and a naked Mai entered and climbed onto the bed beside us. She kissed Alicia and then me and rested with her head on one elbow, reaching out to pinch one of Alicia’s nipples.

“Yes!” cried out Alicia.

I rose onto my knees, still buried in Alicia and held onto her hips to support her. Alicia was now only supported on her shoulders and by her legs around my middle. Looking down, I could see my cock pounding in and out of her and down her body, where her breasts were splayed out.

Mai took advantage of Alicia’s new position and moved her hand from Alicia’s nipple to her clit. The two girls kissed once more. I continued to pound into Alicia, watching her face contort in pleasure. After a while, Alicia’s body started shaking uncontrollably, and a stream of liquid came out of her pussy and spurted onto her chest. The sensation of Alicia’s orgasm took me over the edge, and I came as well, grunting loudly with each ejection.

Alicia and I looked at each other, panting heavily after the exertions, and smiled.

Mai shouted, “Naomi, come here quickly! David’s just made Alicia squirt! She covered in it!”

Naomi burst into the bedroom and saw the moisture on Alicia’s breast and chest.

“Wow! That is so hot!”

Alicia looked slightly embarrassed at first, but seeing the three of us grinning at her, she realised we were all in awe of what she’d done. Naomi went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth. I started tenderly wiping Alicia after withdrawing and laying her onto her back. Naomi then left as someone was at the front door while Alicia and I kissed and cuddled, Mai soon joining us. We heard voices in the lounge and then some crying, so Mai got out of bed, grabbed one of my t-shirts and went to investigate.

After a few minutes, the door opened, and Mai entered, leading a crying Sabrina, followed by Naomi. I quickly reached down to try and pull the duvet over Alicia and me, thinking Sabrina wouldn’t expect to see me in this state. Before I had the chance, though, Sabrina ran to my side of the bed, her arms outstretched. As she approached me, I sat up and held my arms to her. She sat next to me and threw her arms around me, sobbing hysterically.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she sobbed. “I wanted to see you in the hospital, but you had too many visitors. You saved my life. I can never repay you.”

“I didn’t do it for any reward,” I answered, “you are our friend. I couldn’t bear any harm to come to you.”

“You nearly died!” she continued.

“I would have died inside if I’d watched them kill you.” She held onto me and cried into my neck for a while as I held her and caressed her back. Alicia had also sat up and was hugging Sabrina from the side, her naked breasts pressed into Sabrina. We stayed like this for a while, Mai and Naomi joining us on the bed, and eventually, Sabrina sat back, wiping her eyes.

“You must think me silly, all these tears,” she said.

We hugged and tried to reassure her, telling her it was natural.

“What happened to your boyfriend? Did he apologise for leaving you?” enquired Naomi.

“We’ve split up. That was the last straw,” Sabrina responded. “He’s been hounding me for weeks to have sex with him. I’m glad now I didn’t give it up for him. I’ve asked the university to transfer me to another accommodation. I can’t stand living in the same flat as him now. Would you guys help me move when I find somewhere?”

Naomi looked at Mai and Alicia questioningly; they nodded, knowing her thoughts.

“We have a spare room here. The girl meant to be with us changed to a different university at the last moment. David can sleep in one of our beds until he’s fit enough to return to his,” she said.

“Won’t I cramp your style with the amasra escort three of you and David?” Sabrina asked tentatively.

“Girls,” Alicia started, holding Mai and Naomi’s hands, “As Sabrina said, David saved her life.” She looked pointedly at them, squeezing their hands.

They looked at each other, searching the other’s eyes, and then Namoi said.

“I’m in.”

“Agreed” continued Mai.

“What?” questioned Sabrina.

“Would you want to join our crazy lifestyle?” Naomi asked Sabrina. “I know David finds you incredibly attractive, and all five of us get on really well. If that’s too much to ask or doesn’t appeal to you, then the four of us can at least try to be discreet while you are around. Although that might be difficult with Mai, she is very forthright in expressing her desires sometimes!”

“You’d all share David with me?” Sabrina questioned. “Really?” and she held her hands over her mouth.

“You might have to share us with David sometimes as well,” Mai answered, giggling. She then pulled back the duvet, exposing my dick and continued. “Are you prepared for this? He certainly knows how to use it; he’s made me pass out twice, and Alicia has just squirted, so be warned!”

Sabrina stared at my cock and then looked between Mai and Alicia with her mouth open. Then she smiled and looked into my eyes. “When can I start?”

Alicia responded, “David has a rule: he must take you on a proper date before you get to any hanky-panky! We could move you in this weekend if you want and then sort it out with the university next week.”

It was agreed, so Alicia and I got up to shower together, Sabrina watching my body as I moved. Once we were all clean and dressed, we had a quick breakfast and then Sabrina, Naomi, Alicia, and I headed to Sabrina’s flat. At the same time, Mai moved what little stuff I had into her room, having decided as she was carrying it, she could decide whose room I would be based in for the next few days.

You could cut the atmosphere at her (old) flat with a knife. Her ex wouldn’t look at me but kept making comments to Sabrina and trying to wheedle himself back into her affections. Finally, Sabrina had enough.

“Look, you arsehole, you left me to die! I’d been shot, and you just ran for your life. We’re never getting back together. You only went out with me to get into my pants and pop my cherry. Well, bad luck, David is now going to get that pleasure. He’s already made one of the girls in the house faint twice and another squirt after sex, so I expect I’m in for a treat!”

With that, we were left alone, and after four trips, the three of us brought all of Sabrina’s belongings to the house. While they unpacked and settled Sabrina in, I went to the local supermarket for some fresh rolls, cheese and meat for lunch. I also treated us to a couple of bottles of cheap fizzy wine.

Lunch was a cheerful affair, the bottles of wine helping enormously. We toasted Sabrina’s arrival at the house, and she excitedly inquired when our first date would be.

“How about we go out on Tuesday?” I said to her. “Then, if you haven’t been scared off, we can go out again on Friday and see how the evening progresses.”

Her eyes brightened, and she replied, “I know how I want the evening to progress. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so much, well, maybe a My Little Pony when I was six!” we all laughed with her.

That night, I slept with Mai. She was especially vocal in our lovemaking. I expected she was letting Sabrina know just how good Friday would be and to try and reduce any nerves. Over breakfast in the morning, Sabrina kept looking between Mai and I, so I think Mai’s vocal performance had worked. On Monday, I had taekwondo in the evening, but I took It easy to ensure I didn’t open any wounds. That night, I slept with Naomi, and she took on board Mai’s vocal outbursts from the previous night and was also extra noisy. Hearing them both was a huge turn, even if I did know they were exaggerating their passion.

On Tuesday, I had judo in the evening. Again, I took it easy and returned to the girl’s house to shower and change. Sabrina had dressed up and excitedly awaited me as I emerged from Mai’s bedroom. I kissed her gently and took her hand as we left, the other three girls looking on and grinning. We headed to the local pub; the barman looked at me, smiled and shook his head at yet another girl accompanying me. I carried the drinks to our table, and Sabrina and I chatted about our lives. I explained the barman’s smile and the girl’s comments to him last time, and she laughed at their boldness.

As the evening progressed, we kissed and held hands across the table. Sabrina seemed very at ease and flirtatious with me. She had worn a very low-cut top without a bra, and her breasts were very much on display to me. As she leaned towards me, she occasionally arched her back in such a way the dress lifted from her breasts, and I could see them clearly. Each time she did this, her nipples extended further, and her breathing quickened. It was getting late, so I suggested we head home before the barman had a heart attack. Sabrina looked over to the bar and caught him staring at us. He realised he’d been busted and quickly found some glasses to wash. Sabrina laughed, held her hand against my cheek and said.

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Home with Daddy

I was home from college for Spring Break, staying in the spare room at my parents house.

One evening, I walked by the bathroom, like I do every night before bed, to see if the door is open, or closed.

I saw a light on, and the door was a-jar. I heard some noises, and when I opened the door, I saw Daddy standing next to the toilet, taking a piss. I’ve never seen Daddy hold his cock, and I’ve never seen him stand so manly.

He didn’t see me, and I felt vibes through my pussy that I never felt before.

I reached up and started playing with my horny erect nipples, and it felt so good!

I thought daddy was finished in the bathroom after he pissed, but he lowered the toilet seat cover and sat down.

He took out his phone, and within minutes I heard a woman moaning… Daddy started to stroke his cock.

It was long and wide, and so stiff!

His hand was moving up and down slowly.

My own hand slipped between my thighs, and found my clit. I played for a bit, watching Daddy and his big cock!

Then I heard,

“FUCK ME, DADDY!!”

And I couldn’t believe it! What was he watching? I wondered.

But waves of pleasure shot to my pussy and clit, my fingers rubbed faster, until I gasped in delight!!

I wasn’t as quiet as I thought, and Daddy heard my squeal.

He immediately jumped up, pulled up his boxers, and ran to the door!

“Babygirl, I’m sorry, Daddy was just watching a movie..Wait, what were you doing?” He shouted.

“Nothing, Daddy. I needed to use the bathroom to take my makeup off. But you were busy”. I said quietly.

And after a brief silence, Daddy just washed his hands, amasya escort and walked past me to go downstairs and see what mom’s doing.

*****

2 days later, I laid in bed thinking naughty thoughts about seeing Daddy’s cock.

My hand played with my nipple, and I grabbed my secret toy I hid in my drawer, and put it slowly in my very wet virgin pussy. I only have had toys in me, and occasionally my boyfriend licks my pussy. But I’ve never had sex.

Mom taught me that my pussy is like gold.

I laid with my legs spread, the toy in my pussy, as I’m thinking about watching Daddy and hoping to one day see him have an orgasm!

As my eyes were closed, heart racing, pussy slushing wet from fucking the toy,

I whisper,

“FUCK ME DADDY!!”

And I heard a deep voice whisper back to me in my ear,

“Maybe one day, babygirl!” I heard him say.

And right then I opened my eyes!

There was Daddy, t-shirt on, no pants, boxers down to his knees, and he’s jerking off.

I pulled out my toy, and sat up quickly.

I couldn’t help it, I needed him.

He sat next to me on my bed, and I immediately spread my legs.

Daddy started to play with my pussy, almost making me cum…

“Daddy, you know I’m still a virgin? I never let those other boys fuck me.”

When I said that, Daddy’s rhythm quickened, and when Daddy thought I was going to explode, he ordered;

“That’s it, cum for Daddy, baby!”

I gushed my juices all over his hand.

“I’m not fucking you, babygirl, not today. I want you to stay a virgin for now”, Daddy said.

And he kissed my lips for a second, then left my room.

Fuck my orgasm was amazing!! anadolu yakası escort Daddy knew exactly how to make me feel good!

Over the next few days, whenever Daddy was gone, I snuck into my room and took out my special toy that I now call my ‘Daddys Cock’… And pleasured my pussy to mind boggling orgasms!

I kept remembering him saying

“Maybe someday,baby girl!”

And I came so fast!

My room is right next to mom and Daddy’s room. I’ve always been able to hear their sexy times, but mom always explained that it’s what lovers sound like.

I understand now. I wanted Daddy as my lover.

I made the same noises thinking about Daddy when I orgasmed.

But now, I think naughty thoughts when I hear Daddy and mom fucking.

My bf came over one afternoon, and as usual, we went upstairs to my room. Usually, I get him off by giving him head. But today I asked him to finger me, and I closed my eyes, thinking of when Daddy had his fingers inside my pussy hole.

In my head, his fingers were a bit bigger and longer, like my strong Daddy.

“Faster!!” I moaned.

And it almost felt as good as Daddy’s pace.

Right before I could climax, there was a knock on my door. Before I could even answer, Daddy barged in, angry…

“Babygirl!! Get dressed, NOW!! and it’s time for the boyfriend to leave!!” He yelled as he slammed my door!

Shit, he was pissed about something!!

My boyfriend got dressed and left.

I slipped on my robe, and headed downstairs.

Daddy had a drink in his hand, and was pacing the living room.

Mom had gone to the Bank, and other errands.

As soon as he saw me, he anamur escort put down his drink.

“Babygirl! What…the…hell?” He stuttered saying it.

“What’s wrong Daddy?” I asked him.

“You! Acting like his SLUT just now!! That’s just wrong!! I thought…I wanted…” He stammered.

“Say it daddy… What do you want?” I questioned him.

He rushed to me, arms around my waist, kissed me on the lips, and said,

“I want you to be my slut” he whispered.

“Oh Daddy!! I will only be your slut from now on! I promise!”

Daddy went to the front door, and after he locked the dead bolt, he took my hand and walked me upstairs to my room.

Once in my room, Daddy wasted no time with romance. His cock was already a bulge in his jeans, and I knew Mom wouldn’t be gone long.

I needed Daddy, and he craved me, too.

I stripped off my clothes and layed on my bed, watching Daddy undress quickly. His cock was fully stiff as he joined me on the bed.

“On all fours, baby girl, Now!” Daddy directed me.

I obeyed and just like he needed, I had my head down and ass up in the air.

It thrilled me that he needed me more than anyone at this moment!

Knowing my pussy is tight and a virgin, Daddy slipped in one finger and played for a bit in my hole to stretch it for the head of his cock.

Then two fingers more deeply, making me moan and wet.

“Get ready, baby..Daddy’s gonna fuck you and make you mine!” He said as his cock head entered my virgin hole.

“Yes, Daddy,”.. I said as I gripped the bed sheet.

His cock slid easily inside me, and I pushed my backside to get him deeper in me.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I cried out softly.

He then rammed my pussy with his cock several times…grunting and thrusting me; taking what he owns!

“Daddy’s gonna cum, babygirl, give me your purity, you’re mine always!!” He moaned as he exploded in my pussy then collapsed on my back.

It was my pleasure to be his.

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What was It Like, That First Month?

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Editor’s Note: Over the next little while I am going to share some stories told to me by a girl I met in 2017 at a bar in Koh Pha-ngan, an island in the Gulf of Thailand just north of Koh Samui. Koh Pha-ngan is famous for its Full Moon Party with attracts upwards of 20,000 party-goers, sometimes more, every month. I met her in a bar on the outskirts of Thongsala, persuaded her to leave the bar and travel the length of Thailand with me from Surat Thani to Hua Hin and on to Chiang Mai. In that time, I got her to share some of her stories. These are her stories, and my understanding of them. I remain in touch with her to this day.

Question: What was it like, that first month? Did you go with a man every night?

Yes, I was with at least one man every night that first month. With some men, it was ‘short time’ in a room at the back of the bar, meaning they got one shot. There might be one or two of those a night, or sometimes these men would take me back to their room for ‘short time’ if they were staying close by. I usually let these ‘hotel’ men have a second shot for free if they treated me well. Sometimes they reciprocated with a tip. Sometimes it turned into ‘long time’. Sometimes it was just free. It depended on the character of the man. Some had good hearts. Some didn’t. That’s life.

The bar itself opened in the afternoon, but most girls didn’t start working until the early evening, and we usually stayed open until around 3 am. Most foreigners don’t realize that the girls often sleep in a room at the back of the bar. In some places, that room doubles as the ‘short time’ room. In other establishments, it is separate.

Then there were ‘long time’ customers where a man would keep me overnight and into the next morning. In those cases, I would usually get fucked two or three times that night and at least once again in the morning. Sometimes a man would keep me for three or four days, and sometimes even longer, but that first month I got fucked at least once every single night.

Question: How did you come to work in a bar?

A cousin of mine encouraged me to join her at her bar in Koh Pha-ngan. I asked her what it was like. She said it mostly involved sitting with customers, drinking, playing games and chatting with them. I told her that I couldn’t speak English and that I understood only a few words. She alanya escort told me not to worry, that I’d soon learn enough to get by, that the men were understanding, and that Google Translate would help. She said I would get 30 Baht for each ‘lady drink’ that a customer bought for me. I asked if would have to have sex with customers. She said it was up to me. Some girls did. Some girls didn’t. I could pick and choose, and if I chose to do it, I could set the price. I could charge more to do it with old or ugly men, or I could decline, and I could charge less if there was a man I really liked, or even nothing at all, but she said that in that case, I would have to pay the bar fine myself, which was 300 Baht back then.

I had my doubts. First, I hadn’t had sex in years, not since my dead-beat husband had left me for another woman. Second, I doubted that any foreigner would want me, a thirty-two-year-old mother of three, especially one whose husband had left her for another woman. Where I’m from, in Phetchabun, it seemed that no man really took notice of me, so yes, when I went to the bar, I went with great doubt. Third, like many women from rural Thailand, I was both attracted to and afraid of foreigners. Still, I decided to go out of desperation. We simply couldn’t survive on 200 Baht a day.

Question: Were you surprised to find that you were so popular?

I was really surprised. After my husband abandoned us, times were tough. I had three children to look after, plus a sick mother. Growing up in rural Thailand, I had little education, so it was difficult to find work that paid well. For years I was able to make ends meet by working in a factory, but when the factory closed, I had to take a job as a farm labourer. Foreigners have no idea what that’s like. At my last job, I worked long hours in the field, under the hot sun, for a 200 Baht a day. [Editor’s note: In 2017, that was like $5 USD a day.]

I didn’t think of myself as attractive at all, but on my very first night, I was chosen. I wasn’t the first to be chosen, but I was the second out of eight girls working that night. You can’t believe how thrilled I was, or how much it boosted my confidence, to be chosen. The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that; I was either the first or the second to be chosen. My string of success, alsancak escort at least in terms of getting chosen, continued for well over a month.

Question: How long was it before there was a night where you didn’t have at least one man?

Well, I started in early September and that didn’t happen until sometime in October, so sometime during the second month.

Question: Before you started at the bar, what experience did you have, sexually I mean?

Very little. I was 18 when I slept with a boy for the first time. He was a friend from school and I guess I became his ‘Gik’. [Editor’s note: the literal translation of a Gík in Thailand is a friend for sex.] That lasted for a few years until I met my husband. He was a police officer. He pulled me over one day on some pretense and said that he’d let me go if I gave him my phone number and agreed to go out with him. [Editor’s note: I saw another policeman pull this very same trick on my friend when we were in Hua Hin. He flagged us down on our scooter and threatened me with a ticket for not wearing a helmet. She bartered with him for a bit. Then he motioned for her to join him in a little police hut where he said he’d let it pass if she gave him her number and 300 Baht to help him with lunch.] One thing led to another and soon I was pregnant, first with one child, and then another, and then another. All the while he maintained a string of Giks and eventually left. In true Thai style, he left me with no support. [Editor’s note: This happens all the time in Thailand. It’s a cultural thing.]

Question: So what were your thoughts about going with foreign men?

I was a girl from rural Thailand. I had essentially no experience with foreigners apart from what I saw on TV and in the movies, and also the stories told by other girls. We all loved to listen to those tales. They came from countries about which I knew little or nothing. I thought of them as strange and powerful creatures. I was afraid of them, but also curious and envious of their lifestyle and wealth. Having white skin is also a big thing in Thailand, as it is in all Asian countries, so I was particularly attracted to ‘falang’, meaning people from Europe and America. Like a lot of Thai women, I wondered what it would be like to be bedded by a ‘falang’, and like a lot of Thai altınordu escort women, I feared the prospect of being impregnated by men with dark skin. I came to learn that what I was really afraid of was unknown. Good people come in all shapes, sizes and colors. So do bad people, and I met some of each.

Question: From when you started to when you quit, how many men do you think you fucked?

I would guess there were at least forty that first month in September, probably more. The next month, October, there were at least another thirty in October, but some of them were very bad men, and because of those bad experiences, in November, December and January, I left Koh Pha-ngan to work as a maid at a resort in Koh Tao. I didn’t go with customers there, at least not in the same way. Sometimes a hotel guest would ask me to stay a little longer and offer me some money to play around. Sometimes I would agree if the money was right, especially if they were young and handsome. In February I returned to the bar, but business was slow so I would guess I was with no more than twenty different men in that last month.

What did men think when they discovered you had been married?

Some never asked. Others didn’t seem to care. Some got really turned on at the prospect of fucking another man’s wife.

Did you get any complaints about having had children, about your body I mean?

None. Some women really show the scars of childbirth. Others don’t. I was one of those, at least not on the outside. I’m thirty-two, but many ‘falang’ told me that I looked more like twenty-five. Maybe they meant it. Maybe they’re just trying to be nice. It helps that I don’t carry a lot of weight at 47 kg, and I’m taller than the average Thai woman at 160 cm. My stomach is flat. My breasts are firm, and my nipples proud. My skin is silky smooth and light brown.

Back in Phtechabun, I never thought of myself as attractive. Thai men tend to prefer girls with whiter skin, but foreigners seem to find me and my coffee-colored skin to be very attractive. They seem to especially like my face, or maybe what they find attractive about me is that I find many of them attractive.

The other crazy thing about being a mother is that it fulfils a MILF fantasy for some men. It’s not really a ‘thing’ for Thai men, but for some Western men, it seems like kind of a ‘turn on’. If I had stretch marks on my belly, or my tits sagged, or I showed other scars of childbirth, it might have been a different story, but in my case, the only real evidence that I was a mother of three came in the form of the pictures I showed when asked.

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I was working on a project for my construction firm that required us to do some improvements to a lot next door to our client’s business. On my first day I had to go on site and meet with the homeowner and go over all of the details of the work we were to do. She had a reputation for being difficult, so I braced myself for trouble. I got ready and using my best diplomatic approach, walked up the driveway to her house. Her husband was out so I got to deal with her alone.

She was skeptical at first about our work and read me the riot act about doing any damage to her property during the repair process we were undertaking. I assured her that we would be very diligent. I gave her my cell phone number in the event of any issues. I told her that as the consultant we would make good on anything that wasn’t up to her requirements.

We went ahead and began work that day. Each morning I would troop up to her door and go over the plans for that day. I would check in with her several times per day to ensure the progress of the work, and she and I began to get along fairly well.

One day there was a minor incident, and our client and the homeowner got into a raging phone scrap. I was the only representative on scene, and she ranted about the issue to me.

I let her vent, and when she had calmed down, I told her that we were still there to see to her needs and would act as a go between.

She accepted my words, but also said, “I’m so tired of dealing with all of these men with little penis syndrome.”

Before I could stop myself, I said, “Well I’m glad I don’t have that problem.”

She hesitated, then laughed.

“Okay big boy, glad to hear.”

She looked me up and down slowly and I felt a twinge in my pants. She was curvy and attractive with big full red lips, and a sultry way about her that was very hot.

Our daily consultations continued as before, and we were getting to know one another a little better.

She began to text me in the evenings after work.

The next day she and I got the schedule sorted out, and as we were finishing up she texted,

“I’ve got a new nickname for you.”

“Oh really, and what would that be?” I asked.

She said, “I’m going to call you BC.”

“Okay,” I said. “What does that stand for?”

“It’s referring to your Big Cock,” she answered.

“Oh, fuck yeah baby,” I wrote back.

“Did you like that?” she typed.

“God that feels good”.

“You men, all obsessed with your penises.”

“Yes we are, and thank you”

“Okay glad to help out there…big boy” she added and then signed off. I had no problem masturbating that night. I just thought about those red lips and what it would be like to fuck her hard while her husband was at work.

Before things between us could develop much more, the job went on pause, aksaray escort and when it was time to start again, I had to ring her up and let her know.

I texted her and she answered,

“Oh, hi BC, good to hear from you. Sure, next week is fine for the restart.”

I loved it that we had a secret code phrase about my cock. She said sometimes her husband checked her phone and he would not know about the double meaning of my new alias. But she and I did, and it was a bit of a turn-on.

We chatted through the details of the upcoming restart, and as we were getting ready to sign off, I asked her to tell me what my nickname stood for once again. I just wanted to see if she was still into it.

“Sure, no problem, its about your BIG COCK,” she typed.

I said, “God, that feels good when you talk to me like that.”

“Glad you liked it. See you next week.”

“Before you go, would you be okay with me saying something dirty to you?” I asked her via text.

There was a delay, and then she answered.

“Well I guess I opened that door didn’t I?” she typed, with a smiley face.

“So, it would be okay?”

Another short delay and she said, “Sure okay, just don’t get too wild.”

“Okay I want to say that I would love to come in your mouth.”

Now the delay maybe wasn’t long, but it seemed that way.

“Wow, okay then. That pretty racy now, isn’t it?”

I said “Yeah, are you okay? Did I go too far?”

“Not at all, I think I actually kind of like that,” she answered.

“Oh yeah? Cause I would love it if you licked my balls too while you’re at it.”

She kind of got into the dirty talk frame of mind and said, “Oh fuck baby yeah, I will lick your balls and let you come in my mouth.”

She was really getting into it now.

“Then I’m going to pull off your panties and ram it into you hard and fast.”

“Oh, my lord I can’t believe I’m letting you talk to me like that. But I think I like it.”

“Do you mind if I continue?”

She said “Yeah go ahead big boy.”

My penis jerked in my pants a bit.

“Are your panties getting wet?”

She said “You’re fucking right they are! Oh, I can’t even believe we’re having this conversation.”

“Call me later,” she said, and sent another smiley face.

A few hours later I was at my hotel when the phone buzzed.

“Hey how’s it going” she texted.

“Just great. Laying around in my underwear watching a movie, “I typed back.

“Mind if I call?” she asked.

“No sure, go ahead” I said.

The phone rang shortly after, and I heard her voice up against my ear.

We chatted a bit. Then she asked what kind of underwear I had on.

“I have a pair of those sexy type you told me about.”

”Ahh”, she purred, “and how are they fitting?”

“Oh nice. The akyazı escort ball pockets fit so well.”

“Ummm, why don’t you send me a picture.”

“Sure, I can do that. Maybe give me a minute and I will get back to you.”

I arranged my tablet on the table and got a good angle. I knew she wanted to see my erection so I let it stick out a little. It was a great shot. I also took one in the nude and my fat prick showed pretty well. I sent her the first one and then called.

When I called, she hadn’t received it quite yet, so we chatted lightly. Then I heard her phone ring, and the line went quiet while she looked at the shot. She murmured her approval.

“You aren’t kidding, are you big boy? Oh, I like that,” she said as she admired my shot.

‘Glad you do,” I answered.

“How are you with seeing the real thing?” I asked her.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she laughed, “What kind of girl do you think I am.”

We bantered back and forth and then it was time to go.

I was just about to hang up when she said “Oh the heck with it. Send over your naked shots.”

“You sure?” I asked. “No pressure.”

“Ah don’t worry. If I don’t like them, I will just trash ’em.”

“Okay well they will be on the way shortly.”

I hung up and arranged my tablet once more to best advantage. I took a couple of more shots of my balls and several more of my hard cock. They turned out pretty well.

I loaded them up into a text and sent them off to her. It took a few minutes for the files to download.

I didn’t hear back so I went to grab a shower.

About halfway through I heard the phone ring. It was her.

“Oh god, those shots are amazing. I love your balls. And that cock. So thick. You weren’t kidding, were you?”

“It’s as thick as your wris,” I said.

‘Ummmmmmmm, I would love to have that up inside me right now.”

“Well, that can be arranged. Let me get out of the shower and I will be down in 45 minutes. I can pick you up near your house and we can park at the beach.”

“Oh god we can’t do that”

“Why not? I’ve got a big backseat we can relax in.”

An hour later she was sitting in my truck. We drove down and found a quiet spot by the water just out of sight of the road.

“Want to try the backseat?” I asked.

We both slid in and started necking.

I felt her hand slide up my leg and open my zipper. Soon my cock was out, and she was moaning. “God this thing is amazing,” and she slid down and took it in her mouth and licked the shaft up and down slowly.

“Ummmmm, oh it’s been so long since I had a cock like this.” She engulfed it again with her mouth.

She was drooling all over it and I felt the saliva skidding down to my balls.

“I want to fuck that tight little box,” I said.

She stopped for alaca escort a minute and looked up at me, “I have a little surprise. My husband is waiting up at the house. He wants you to come in and fuck me in front of him.”

“You’ve got it be kidding,” I said.

“Nope, he found your photos on my phone and he wants to see you fuck me — we’ve done it a few times before with some old friends. This would be the first time with a total stranger.”

It took a little while, but she finally convinced me, so we drove up the lane way to her house and went in.

Her husband was there sitting on the couch and got up to greet us.

After some preliminary chat he said he would go sit in the corner and watch us.

His wife moved over to stand in front of me and I let her pull my pants down. She got on her knees as I instructed.

Now I am not overly aggressive in bed, but something told me she wanted me to put her husband in his place, and to get fucked hard in front of him. So I did some things and said some things I would not do normally, they just kind of fit in with the vibe.

I grabbed her by the hair and looked over in the corner while I rammed it into her mouth. I don’t know what it was, but I just wanted to dominate her in front of her man. I said, “Suck it you little bitch,” and she whimpered a bit as I fucked her face. His face was registering alarm, and a little revulsion, like he wanted to put a stop to it or something. But his wife was in a different place and was thoroughly enjoying herself. I think he realized that she was getting into it and decided to sit back down. He was staring at my cock as it entered his wife’s wet lips. I wanted to see the look on his face as I ravaged his wife’s mouth and face with my prick. Then I pulled out and pushed my balls into her face. She licked them up and down with her wide flat tongue while he watched us. I had her by the hair, but I could see she was excited and loving the domination. I then turned her around and pushed her onto the sofa and entered her from behind. Again, I grabbed her hair and pulled back and she began to buck hard and moan. I said to him, “Your wife sure likes my cock”.

I said to her, “Don’t you babe. You like that big fat cock up inside you? Tell him. Tell him you like it.”

She yelled “Yes, I love your big hard cock.”

I rammed it roughly into her and we stroked hard, and then I could feel that hot geyser building in my nuts. Then the pleasure shot up through me. I felt my come spurting up into her tight juicy pussy. When I was done ejaculating, I pulled out and turned her around again and wiped it on her face.

“Lick it clean,” I said, and then I stared at him while he watched his wife use her tongue and mouth to clean off every bit of jizz. “Oh you’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” I asked, as I felt her wet mouth running up and down my shaft.

I got dressed and headed out the door while she sat there in a daze. She was sitting on the floor with come leaking out of her box. Her face was wet from the lube.

I said, “Let’s do that again sometime.”

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Creampie

“Are you OK?” he asks, gazing at me with genuine concern.

Struggling to speak in what I desperately hope will be a normal voice and putting a *yes, mom I’m happy posing with the family for the thirtieth time here at Walt Disney World* smile on my face and reply, “I’m fine, just a little tired, the boys kept me busy.”

“Oh, yeah, they’ll do that won’t they,” he laughed, the vibrant sound of his sudden joy sending a strange thrill through my already far too sensitive body. I quickly stifle a moan and feign a small cough to cover any noise I may have just made.

“Are you OK?” I fume, silently. “OK? No! No, I’m not OK, you’re sitting thirty centimeters away without a shirt on, I’m just fine, yup, that’s me, miss cool as a cucumber, not trembling at all, not me, nope.”

I glance down, wondering if he can notice the arousal that feels so very apparent in my nipples, hotly aching against a bra that for some reason feels too tight; if I could I’d rip it off and yeet it across the room.

He’s been driving me crazy for weeks, this guy who doesn’t seem to notice I even exist, well, at least until recently, I, um, think. His hair a crazed dark mess spilled carelessly over his slim shoulders, eyes grey and deep yet distant, a shy smile often upon his face, he haunted dreams dark and full of things I’d never done yet craved.

And now he walks in the room without a shirt like we’re at the beach?? I’m going to faint! I feel hot, dizzy, my mouth is dry, oh fuck, stop looking you silly girl!

I shake my head and try to refocus, mumbling something about juice. He rises, then returns with two glasses and a jug of orange juice, pours, and hands me a glass.

“Thank you,” I weakly gasp, then moan but swiftly stifle it as he gently brushes his fingers along my forearm, “It’s OK, this will help,” he says, glancing at me with a brief look I can’t identify as he hears the squeak I uncontrollably utter. I spill at least a third of the juice onto the coffee table, and feel my face flush hotly as I grab for a box of tissue to clean it up.

He laughs again, saying, “They really got you worked up didn’t they? I always want to throw at least one of them out the nearest window.”

I giggle, not at that, well, not entirely at that, mostly at the fact that apparently my flustered appearance about HIM is going unnoticed by the very person responsible for my being nearly breathless and confused.

The only thing I want to throw is you, onto my bed, so I can…� Oh, shut up, are you trying to drive yourself mad? He really has no clue what he’s doing to me? Wow! Oh, good, he’s not looking at me.

– – – CHAPTER 2

I idly wonder if I can give myself a quick cum in the washroom, I need to relax! Fuck, this is crazy, why can’t stop thinking about him???

He stretches his body like a cat, arching his back, groaning as his legs extend, from a long afternoon working at the hardware store.

I swallow another moan, trying not to stare, does he really have no idea what he is doing to me, the cutest guy in my program sitting close enough to touch me???

I excuse myself and walk, I hope, steadily, to the washroom and do not, repeat, do *not* play with myself despite thinking afterwards it was probably a *really really* good idea after all considering what awaits me upon my return.

As I return I see he is, um, wait, what?!, um, removing his jeans?? OMFG, what? Oh, he’s wearing swimming shorts. Um, he’s going swimming? oh, they have a pool, don’t they?

I sit, tucking my feet back, relaxing into the cushions, knowing the cat stretch is pushing my full breasts against the fabric of my blouse. He wants to parade around in swim shorts? Two can play that game, I turn away from him and undo two buttons, then lay back again. it isn’t long before I notice him noticing. I smile mischievously and his eyes snap away from my cleavage. Got you!

He then surprises me so much with his words that I’m grateful I’ve just used the washroom, I might have peed myself had he brought it up beforehand!

“Hey,” he says in a silky drawl that makes me shiver, “Do you want to hop in the pool or hot tub?”

OMG? Is he serious? I swallow a gulp, and take a hopefully subtle deep breath, and do my best to reply.

“I, um, don’t have a bathing suit here,” I say, cursing myself for the lack of foresight. “I, um, can’t. Sorry, I’d like to.”

He says casually, “You’re about a size six aren’t you? I’m presure there’s a six in the change room.”

*Size six, how did he possibly know that? oh, right, he’s going into fashion at university next year, you silly girl! OK, you can do this, it’s just a swim. Isn’t it*

“Oh, OK,” I answer brightly, “What about the twins?”

“Oh, we can monitor their room on the house system,” he said, pointing to the iPad on the coffee table.

“Oh, OK.”

– – – CHAPTER 3

We walk to the pool area along a long brightly carpeted hallway, tall windows showing the floodlit gardens outside in the last light of the summer setting sun. A small cottontail afyon escort is nibbling on some harrow, I stop him to point this out and we watch silently for a long moment. He gently rests a warm hand on my bare shoulder, and I try not to flinch.

“We get a lot of bunnies,” he explained, “they love the kitchen veggie scraps, see?”

He pointed to a small pile of carrot and cabbage shavings where another small rabbit with one slightly bent ear was eating.

“Cute!” I exclaim, “ooooooooh!”

“That’s cat chaser, he’s been around almost the longest this year.”

“Cat chaser?”

“Oh, our new kitten, Meowington, had never seen a bunny before and when she saw cat chaser it2 hopped towards her, curious, and the kitten ran back into the house.”

I begin giggling, “That’s so cute! A kitten chasing bunny!”

Suddenly the rabbits vanish in a flash of white fluffy tails. “Probably a hawk overhead,” he says.

We enter the large change room, well lit and divided into two areas by a long thick curtain open a bit at both ends.

He takes me into one side, showing me a selection of suits, many still in their bags. I thank him and he turns, and before exiting through a door onto the pool area, he asks, “I’m going to get us some drinks while you change, it’s orange juice you like isn’t it, extra pulp and cold as possible?”

*Oh wow, he remembered that?*

“Yes, thank you!” He disappears through the door,� calling out, “You can lock it from behind for privacy.”

I hear his footsteps fade, and begin sorting through the possibilities. I find, faster than I expect, a two piece dark red suit in a shimmering fabric that hugs my figure daringly. I pause, momentarily, take a deep breath, and leave.

I enter the pool area just in time to see him return with a jug of juice and a bowl on a tray, which he sets down on a small table. He inquires if we should swim or use the hit tub first. I suggest hot tub after because the pool will seem cold after being in the hot tub and he agrees.

We both sit side by side on the edge of the pool, getting our legs accustomed to the water. He glances at my bathing suit with a tantalizing look I can’t identify in his eyes, saying it’s a nice colour for me. His eyes find mine and I get instantly lost, for who know how long.

I mumble a thank you and to break the tension, lower my body into the water and leisurely kick out, pushing myself out into the pool. He follows

me, diving deep, and meets me on the other side, popping up from beneath the water, shaking the water from his hair in a natural motion that takes my breath away.

I put an arm on the pool’s edge, facing him. I deliberately avoid his gaze, not wanting a repeat of what just happened. He seems to notice and, like two children, we make a lingering game of trying to *not* look into each other’s eyes until, of course, we do, and collapse, giggling together.

– – – CHAPTER 4

*The next moment lasts an eternity, for we *do* find each other’s eyes, and a scene from a Disney Animated Feature ensues, in slow motion and 3D AVX surround sound I’ll not soon forget.

The slow move towards each other, the widening glistening eyes, the… Oh, who am I kidding, nothing like that happened, he swam out into the pool, still chuckling, leaving me to regain my composure, thankfully.*

I adjust my suit, the top keeps slipping down, an annoyance but a little bit of a thrill too. I don’t often wear a bikini.

I follow him and we proceed to leisurely swim around the perimeter of the pool until, after a spell, we again rest against the edge of the pool.

His voice, suddenly husky and trembling, startles me. “Um, you might want to, um…”

He points down and I see, to my shock, the left cup of my bikini has slipped away fully, my breast on shameless display, and quickly fix it, my face feeling heated in embarrassment. I idly wonder how long it’s been like that. Oops.

I Iook up and he’s studiously looking away, which makes me feel a pang of gratefulness towards him. I’m sure any other boy would be staring openly.

“Thanks,” I rasp, “Um, sorry.”

“It’s OK, I guess it can happen. You, um, might want to use the diving board, my sister says it always makes girls topless.”

I giggle, picturing a bunch of brightly coloured bikini tops floating on top of the pool.

“Yeah, it can make you lose your shorts if you’re not careful,” he continues, “It’s happened to me a few times.”

My eyes widen as I imagine� � �…something.⁰

Desperate to change the topic I ask him if we can have juice. We get out of the pool and sit at a small table, sip juice and chat.

I study him carefully as he sits in a languid pose, one arm dangling down, his long legs stretched out, his shorts…

*OK, do not stare!* I look around the pool, enjoying how the light reflects off the water, spending tiny reflections dancing everywhere, the high glass ceiling, the ferns, his pale firm chest…

*”Oh, fuck. I said stop staring, you’re ağrı escort going to make yourself so wet he’ll see!*

“Um,” I ask, “So, um, can I ask you something?”

He turns to me, and I continue nervously, “Ah, um, you don’t, don’t look at me like the other boys, Don’t you like me?”

Involuntarily my eyes well with unwanted tears, and I look down, red-faced. I’m trembling, and suddenly I’m dizzy.

I gasp, then glance down and see he’s placed his hand on my forearm. “Would I invite you swimming and get us juice and snack if I didn’t like you?” he says, with a slight chuckle.

My shoulders slump in relief and my tears vanish. A sudden swell of hope and breathless excitement envelopes me with a noiseless rush of sensation.

I dare to look up and he’s smiling at me softly. I manage admire in return. “I just, um, needed to know,” I mumble.

He runs his hand reassuringly along my arm, having no idea the contact is sending electric waves through my already heated body.

“It’s OK. I know you’re nervous. I’m nervous too.”

*YOURE NERVOUS??!! You have got to be kidding me! wow, is he serious, yikes, is this really happening? Oh help me!*

His voice continues, “I’ve been wanting to spend time with you for awhile now, I’ve just been so busy with work. You’re so good to the boys, special needs kiss are a handful. You’ve stayed the longest as their babysitter you know. it really means a lot to the family. And, ah, you’re pretty, funny, smart, and sexy. um, oh fuck, sorry!”

His voice faded away. He looked down, suddenly quiet. I put my hand on his shoulders.

“I know how boys look at me,” I say. “You do too, they all do, well, most of them, but you don’t seem as crude about it, it’s like you don’t care?”

He laughs this time, surprising me. “You think I don’t like your body? I, um, think you’re hot, but nobody deserves to be stared at like they’re a dish at a buffet. My sisters dealt with that crap, I’m not doing that to anyone else, even if I can’t get enough of girls with big ones. Oh, um, I mean…”

Now it’s my turn to laugh, and I do, giggling hysterically.� We both laugh, and it helps to release the tension that feels like a thick fog surrounding us.

“Ooooh,” I murmur in wonder, and look at him again. He has a relaxed smile on his face and he’s openly exploring my body with a long studied gaze that fills me with excitement.

“You really are lovely, ” he says. “I’m not sure you really believe that but it’s true, you have such beautiful eyes, they shine when you’re excited about something, like when you were talking about the science club trip you’ve got coming up. You smile and say so much when you do, it’s so cute when you are happy about something.”

*Awwwww, that’s so sweet!*

He moves closer, subtly, yet it doesn’t escape my attention. I roll my body towards him as I lay on the long cushioned lounge chair. His hand then slowly brushes along my arm until he’s resting it along the oh so sensitive nape of my neck. I shiver and hope he doesn’t notice.

A long moment of anticipation as he gazes at me and opens his mouth slightly as if to speak. I look up at him curiously.

He pulls me towards him, slightly. I barely notice, yet, subconsciously allow myself to be gently steered. His fingers slide until he’s cupping my cheekbone.

I’m trembling, heart racing, and if I were standing no way could I keep my balance. He turns my face towards his and says, as I knew he would, “May I?”

– – – CHAPTER 5

I tense, awaiting the touch and blink my eyes open at the sudden butterfly kiss to my cheek. *THAT was a kiss???*

He nestles his head next to mine and whispers in my ear, “Only if you’re sure.”

His eyes search mine as I struggle to speak, and can only nod weakly, my pleading eyes gazing into his for what seems like an eternity before I gasp as his lips warmly brush against mine, my mouth opening. He slips the tip of his tongue inside for just an instant, holds the kiss for a moment then releases me and looks into my eyes. “Like that?” he asks.

Again, I can only nod and realize my arms are clutching his shoulders. *Somehow I must have done that and not noticed?*

*”Oh, wow, I’m floating! My heart feels like it’s going to fly out of my body, I’m not shaking, just� � � �…floating. This is new.”*

I manage to somehow meet his eyes again, and whisper, “please.”

I pull myself closer to him, feeling my breasts crush against him and don’t care, I *need* this. I sigh, a long coo.

His response is immediate, his arms wrap around me and he pulls me even closer, tightly holding me to him. I can feel his heart, it too is racing.

We hold this embrace for a long time and then he shifts slightly and I stifle a moan as his breath warmly stiffens the hairs on my neck. A moment later he nips quickly and softly, then again, before a kiss.

This time I do moan and don’t much care, my fingers grasp him firmly as his lips tease and increase my dizzy sensation of floating, akbatı escort a thrill of heady giddiness sweeps through me as my head falls back naturally. I sigh again.

He whispers, “Sensitive neck? I’ve heard that about girls. How about this?”

His teeth close over my ear lobe, nibbling hotly, his ragged breath very apparent in my ear. “Ohgodohgodohgod!” I keen involuntarily, ending with a strangled whine.

He laughs, “Guess so! Enjoy it, you need it I think.”

*Oh, he has no idea. I hope.*

We kiss again, longer and a little more exploration with tongues thrills me again. I find his hand, grasping it for a long moment before moving it to rest against my side, letting out a slow deep breath before letting it fall against my breast, cupping it softly.

His breath catches, I smile, this isn’t new, few boys, actually none, have ever resisted this. I push myself into him, now letting my mouth explore his neck, kissing and nibbling.

A pause, no worries, it always happens. His hand finally begins to move, slowly examining me with languid patience. It’s forever until his thumb brushes roughly over my nipple and I encourage him with a squeal of delight, biting his shoulder playfully.

I reach backwards and try to pull at the string holding the bikini top in place but somehow can’t, and twist my upper body, whining in frustration.

He seems to understand and I feel his hand on my back and a sudden slight pull on the string, his eyes finding mine. “This?” he asks, eyes gleaming.

I nod, wondering why I can’t seem to speak, but decide it isn’t important and pull away from him as he tugs on the string, shrugging it over my shoulders, and letting the fabric slip from my breasts.

I moan softly and lean backwards, allowing him a full look. His eyes widen and he gasps, uttering what sounds like the growl of an annoyed tomcat, sending shivers through me.

He touches one, cupping it, and as an outside noise distracts me and I glance away momentarily, swiftly dips his head to suckle upon the nipple briefly, causing me to cry out, “fuuuuuuuuuck!” involuntarily.

“Oh, little one, you’re all worked up aren’t you?”

I nod, whispering, “Sorry,” in a small voice.

He laughs, a throaty sound full of joy. “It’s not a bad thing, little one, but maybe you need to slow down, we don’t need you getting all squirrelly. Maybe there’s something I can do? To help?”

His other hand is suddenly on my belly, resting just above the red of my bathing suit. It moves, the fingers drawing lines of cold flame, lowering until its lower edge is just atop my public hair, pressing gently.

Finding my voice I utter a desperate, “please,” subconsciously allowing my legs to fall open to his touch. I have a panicked moment of doubt when I realize he’s going to find out how wet I am but decide my arousal is a wee bit apparent already, uttering a low giggle at the thought.

He responds, but not like other boys, rough and too eager, and instead lets his index finger slide along my hip, the fingernail tracing its way inexorably towards my vulva, but not touching it, his finger merely moving painfully close, teasing.

I groan, and move my hips, desperate for his touch. Suddenly a hand is firmly grasping me, holding me in place. His voice, until now a gentle lilt, is now commanding, sanding a strange thrill through me as I shiver at the new sound.

“Eager girl! Not yet, not until you’re ready!”

I whine, “Noooooooooo!” eliciting only a laugh.

“Easy little one, you don’t want to set yourself off before I get my tongue down there do you?”

*”His tongue? Ohmygodishefuckingserious?”*

I make a squeak, and we both giggle.

– – – CHAPTER 6

His fingernails begin drawing lines all over my body, gliding over my skin, coming close to my most sensitive places but only brushes past cruelly, causing me to arch my back, my breasts aching for his touch, his kiss, groaning.

“Settle down little one,” he says, a hand firmly pressing me back into the chair. I whine, a bratty sound he only laughs at.

“You must need,” a finger scraping around my nipple, “this?”

I whine, twisting my upper body, searching for his hands, his soft laughter my only response.

“I told you not to not all worked up little one.”

I whine, an almost wail of frustration, “But I neeeeeeeeeeded it!!!!!”

“Wow, you really are worked up, maybe we need to take a break?”

“Noooooooooo!!!!”

“Or maybe you need me to get my tongue inside you?”

“Yeesssssss, yes, please please please pleeeeeaaaaaase daddy!!!”

*Oops. Oh fuck, did I just say, “daddy”?*

More laughing. “You really are a kinky little thing aren’t you?”

“um”

A finger runs along the length of my vulva. I squeal, my hips jerking. “Ohmygod oh oh oh oh fuuuuuuuuuck!!!”

“You’re almost ready aren’t you? Maybe you need my tongue?” He pause, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “inside you?”

“Ohmygod yesssssssss!!!!” I wail.

He moves, and suddenly is kneeling between my legs, his hands sliding up my legs firmly, then grasp my panties, starting to pull them off. A moment of panic comes over me, and I squirm, pulling away but my reluctance is fleeting, and I lift my hips to allow them to be removed.

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I opened the door to the next carriage, we both did a double take, and as if in slow motion he lay into me with a passion that was deep within him, who was I to deny him the pleasure that must have been rushing through his head at that moment. I was looking at myself aged 18.

How could I defend myself, he probably had dreamed of this moment. So I stood and took whatever he could throw at me, and he did, I wasn’t stood for long, he was a well built young man, he had a need to hurt me as much as he thought possible.

I didn’t know how long it went on, as long as he needed, that was what it was going to take for me to be able to meet the love of my life.

AGAIN.

People must have stopped him, I became aware that I was being helped, he was ranting held until he went limp, quiet.

Too many people, too much noise, I needed to hear his name.

Dave, the name when I heard it made me laugh, but the pain stopped that.

I was akçaabat escort being helped into an ambulance, I fought to keep near him, but had no strength anymore.

I awoke in a curtained area, I was desperate to find him, talk to him, Dave, the first clue in? How long? 18 years 6 months and 16 days.

Someone came and cleaned me up, I had to assumed, it was a doctor, they pushed and prodded, gave me a shot of something, said that they would return.

Later 2 police persons, 1 very pretty, the other very not, put some detail into what I knew, very short but to the point, random violence was on the increase etc. but they had the culprit, be in court Monday.

What was today? I asked them, they looked at me, at each other, it’s Saturday morning sir.

Thank goodness, I had nearly 2 days.

After an eternity of noise, being uncomfortable, in pain that came and went in no order, I was given a bag of pills with akçakoca escort strict instructions to only take the dose prescribed, if I felt sick to come back ASAP.

I’m not sure but it was my recurring nightmare coming to life as I went home. I had the worst headache ever, I had to take it easy, but I had just had to prepare myself as best as I possibly could, this was my chance, my chance to put it away, breathe, cleanly again.

Monday morning I was dressed up as best as possible, I had had trouble sleeping, but the pills worked, took the physical pain away, but was today going to be the day that took the mental pain away?

I had to sit and wait, for hours, but when his case was finally called I went in, spoke to the defence attorney, he was only to pleased to step aside.

He hadn’t looked at me but I had him.

Nice looking lad I thought, that brought a smile to my face, when the court asked who represented akhisar escort him I stood, he nearly fainted, I begged the court’s permission to address them.

I told them my story, I explained that just over 18 years ago, I was a semi drunken lad on a train coming home from a rugby match, the train was full, I had met a VERY nice girl, it was that love at first sight experience.

I felt that it was returned, somehow we were making love in the train loo, not very romantic but…

I went to buy coffees, I returned to nothing, it turned out that the train split at Woking, she went one way I went the other, I have spent every free moment,18 years plus riding the train from Woking to Southampton searching, this young man is my son, we have never met, it was as if we were looking in a mirror when we met. He isn’t the bad person in this, I am. I goaded him into it. Please don’t destroy this man’s life for my mistake, he was only protecting his mother.

He was let off with a caution.

I was met by Helen and Dave outside, I only had eyes for Helen.

I was back 18 years 6 months 18 days, before they could say anything I dropped on 1 knee and asked Helen to marry me, she smiled, nodded, I’d like that.

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12:43am
Blitz house, Somewhere in Enddinhton

I just Got there and it was only Me Blitz and Fox. We were going to Set

some stuff up and then Smoke some pot till the Others came.
“SQUIRREL!” Fox screamed from down stairs,
“Once sec, Gran!” I told Blitz’s Grandfather as I dashed down stairs

“What, Do you want to suck my dick, or just hand over the Jeany?”
Jeany was the Bowl Fox one that week at a game of poker with a few of the

dealer here in parchment.
“No, I got a girl that just texted me, she said She wants to meet you”
“Me?”
“You”
“Why? did I do something?” Blitz walked by and I stoped him “Hey, bro Can

I steal one of your cigs?
“Make yo self at home, Your gonna be here for the next week” he told me,

I thanked him and light up.
“Because,” Fox started again, “she added you on facebook and says your

hot.”
“What? does she do Meth?”
“No, she’s a stoner… Not a crackhead”
“Oh,” I raised my right eyebrow “Who’d this girl?”
“She’s My friend”
“Oh Thanks That’s Helpful”
“I know, She’ll be here at 1am”
“Okay, What, am I her babysitter?”
“Yes, she’s 14 and she’s German..”
“What!” I gasped “Dude, You know how HOT! German girls are?”
“Very, I know. If she was on the no touch list from Zach, I’d fuck her,

but she is so I won’t.” He said taking a sip of his Beer “and if you

don’t want your ass kick by Zach you’d keep your pants on too.”
“I’ll Try Fox,” I said ending this chat, I went karaman escort up stairs with the Cig in

my mouth, I puffed on it alittle bit, but went out looking for Blitz AKA

Zach, there was alot more people there now, about 15 not including: Zach,

Fox, and me. I didn’t know any of them, I didn’t care. I was to busy

thinking about this German girl, that wanted to meet me. The smoke from

ciggiret burned my eyes after a few minutes as the cherry, the red

glowing part of the cig, almost reached the fliter. “damn it” I muttered,

throwing my butt on the grass and then stomping it out,
“Zach Where the fuck are you!” I shouted into the woods
“Over here” he called back,
“Where the fuck is over here?”
“Turn around dumbass” he said a-merging from the woods
“What are you doing in there?”
“Looking for a bush” by bush he met someplace to have sex
“right. Is brit gonna be here?”
“Yes, She’s back there getting dressed.”
“Damn Zach, You lucky bastard!”
“Yea, I know.. come’on, Let go get high”.
he said pulling out some weed.

“Right behind you,” I said pulling out my wooden pipe,
“Nice Squirrel” Zach said grabbing the pipe. “I Like it! How much do you

want for it?”
“Give me 30 in weed and It’s yours,”
“tomorrow Squirrel, and I shall take this with pride” I started to pack

the bowl, that’s where you start putting the weed into the bowl and

backing it down, I lit karasu escort up the Pipe and then with the end oh the lighter I

pushed down the burning weed down into the un burned part, I took a Big

puff and the handed it too Zach. “Dude” I ex-hailed “that’s the shit

right there hahahahaha” when you smoke, everything becomes funny and your

secnes are Highthin and the colors are deeper.
“Yes it is.” he said Agreeing with me.
A girl walked up to us, She was pretty, and was young, younger then me,

and I was the youngest.
“Hallo” she said in a thick German accent.
“Hi,” i said dropping the pipe out of the mouth.
“SQUIRREL” Zach yelled “Dont lose the weed!”
“Fuck,” I whispered, and pick the bowl back up. “who are you.”
she introduced her self and for the life of me i can not remember her

name.
“I am from Germany and the.. Pot as you call it… is legal… “
“really” i said passing her the bowl, and she took a big puff “jesus,”
“Squirrel, keep you pants on,” zach said. she leaned over and kissed me

on the lips and passed the smoke to me. “Fuck,” Zach moaned.
“We will” she told him standing up and pulling out a pipe of her own full

up weed, “follow me she said pulling me by the hand into the woods…

after alittle bit she stopped and turned arounded and kissed me again,

‘this will be good’ i though to myself. she pushed me to the ground and

unzipped my karatay escort pants, pulling them down to my knees then lit up her pipe.

“This is Love Poison”
“You mean Potion,” I correted her,
“Yes yes.” she said putting the pipe to my lips I inhailed the smoke,
and if i didn’t have a big enough boner, My dick grew, more.
“Jesus,” I pulled her close to me and kissed her, while taking off her

pants. I pulled them all the way down when I saw she wasn’t wearing

panties or anything… I rubbed my dick up and down her pussy, till it

was nice and wet, and then Slowly I inserted it. It was like nothing I’ve

ever felt before. It was warm, and tight. Our bodies were one at that

moment.
We moved together, then she sat up and moved up and down, I flipped her

over onto her back, and I pounded that pussy till I was almost coming in

side her and I pulled out, she grabbed my dick and put it into her mouth

and like that, I came.
she spat it out then Took a drink of her vodka. and kissed me.
“you, are good. one of the best.” she told me
“I am… well was a virgin. you were my first.”
“I don’t believe you. but that is fine with me.”
She got up and put her pants back on. She held my hand, and for the rest

of the night we were one.

When i woke up the next morning she wasn’t cuddled up next to me like she

was when we fell asleep, on Zach’s bed. I asked Zach what happened to

her, he told me that she had to be at the airport back home at 5am. I

never would talk to her again, to my regret. I will always want to talk to her again, and ask her if she remembers me.
Maybe the Gods will bless me and I shall meet her the the next life.

fin.

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Jack awoke in his bed early Sunday morning. “What the fuck”, he said as he sat up and looked around. He could have sworn he fell asleep in Emily’s bed. But he just shook it off and got up. He had a few hours to burn before work, so he decided to take a shower and go for a walk.

As the hot water poured down on him, he felt a sudden pain in his arm. He looked down and saw a long scratch on his forearm. “When did that happen”, he wondered. “Emily must have scratched me and I didn’t notice at the time”, he said and finished his shower.

Once he was dressed, he started walking toward a local park. He saw several families there, enjoying the beautiful sunny day. And then he saw someone he recognized.

Craig Johnson, the guy who had bullied him all throughout high school. This asshole had started several rumors that made Jack’s life miserable, including telling several popular people that Jack was gay. This had spread through his high school like wildfire. Because of that, no girl would go out with him for the next several years.

Jack looked at Craig, spending time with his wife and son and a wonderfully terrible idea came to him. He walked over to the family. “Hi”, he said to Craig, “I don’t know if you remember me, but we went to high school together”.

Craig looked at him, confused, obviously not remembering him. “Sorry man, I don’t remember. But how have you been since high school?” “Funny you should ask”, Jack said, a devious smile on his face. “You three, come with me”.

He saw all three pairs of eyes flash green. “Good. Now I know this power will work on multiple people at once”, he thought. They stood and followed him to a secluded area of the park. “For your information, asshole, I’m a lot better now. You made my life a living hell in school”, Jack said. “And now your going to pay for it”.

“You got so much pleasure in telling people I was gay, just so that girls wouldn’t go out with me. And they didn’t, not until I was in college. But you see, now I can get any girl I want. Watch”, Jack said as he turned to Craig’s wife.

The woman was a busty redhead with an ass that any woman would kill to have. “Tell me your name”, Jack said to her. “Sandra”, she answered. “Kiss me, Sandra”, Jack said. And she kissed him, deep and with passion.

Craig made a move toward them, but Jack quickly stopped him. “Oh no. You’re going to watch while I enjoy your wife. And you’re not going to try to stop me”. Turning back to Sandra, he touched her cheek. “Tell me, Sandra, are you a faithful wife? Have you ever cheated on your husband?” “No, I would never”, Sandra said.

“Well, from now on, you will. Anyone you find even slightly attractive, you will sleep with”, Jack said. Then he turned karlıova escort to Craig. “And you will be okay with it. In fact, you’ll love it. It will turn you on to know other people are pleasing your wife better than you ever could”.

“Now”, Jack said, turning back to Sandra, “get on your hands and knees”. She immediately obeyed, her skirt riding up and exposing her panty clad ass. Jack pulled out his erect cock, slid her panties to the side, and plunged his dick deep inside her hot cunt.

She immediately started moaning. “Fuck, you’re so much bigger than my husband”, she said, her dripping pussy evidence that she was enjoying herself. As he fucked the woman, Jack looked toward Craig. And sure enough, the man had an erection. Jack’s command was already taking effect.

And, strangely enough, the son was sporting a tent in his shorts too. “Why are you turned on? Tell me”, Jack said to the boy. “Because I’ve always found my mother incredibly sexy”, the boy said. “Tell me your name”, Jack said to the teen. “James”, the boy answered.

Jack stopped fucking Sandra for a moment and grabbed her by the hair. “From now on, you will sexually please your son. The idea of fucking him will turn you on like nothing else ever has”. She nodded and he could see her look at her son with a hungry look.

“James, get that dick out and fuck your mother’s mouth”, Jack said and the boy wasted no time. He was packing an impressive seven inch shaft, which he promptly shoved down his mother’s throat.

The woman orgasmed hard as her own son, the fruit of her womb, started pounding her face with his cock, the cock she had made. She started sucking and licking it, desperate to please the boy. And that sent Jack over the edge. He dumped a huge load inside the married woman’s pussy.

He pulled out, still hard and looked over at Craig. “You made up that rumor about me being gay, now you’re going to pay for it. Get over here and suck my dick clean of your wife’s juices”. Craig crawled over to him and took Jack’s shaft in his mouth. He was surprisingly good at it.

Jack moaned, not knowing he could enjoy a blowjob from a man this much. “Now, lick my cum out of your wife’s pussy and swallow it”. Craig dutifully obeyed, burying his face in her cunt and scooping out Jack’s cum with his tongue.

Jack looked down and noticed that Craig didn’t have a bad looking ass. “Pull your shorts down”, he said to the man, who was still feasting on his cum. When he did, exposing a tight asshole, Jack lined up his cock with the orifice. Without concern for Craig’s pain, Jack rammed his entire dick into the man’s ass.

He started ravaging his once bully’s anus as the man feasted on his kars escort cum while his wife swallowed their son’s load. And Jack wasn’t gentle. He hammered away at Craig’s ass, his balls slapping against the man’s shaft. He pounded Craig’s rectum until he orgasmed, filling his ass with cum.

As he pulled out, he grabbed Craig by his hair and shoved his dick in the man’s mouth, letting the man’s tongue clean his dick. “From now on, you will always clean your wife’s pussy in this manner after she gets fucked. And you will offer your body to her lovers. In fact, you won’t be able to orgasm unless a man is using you”.

Jack patted James on the shoulder. “You should take your mother home before you fuck her any more. You don’t want to get caught doing that”. Jack smiled as he looked at what he had done. He had finally gotten revenge on his bully; fucked a new, sexy woman; and helped a young boy find someone to please him. “Not a bad way to start the day. But I should get to work”, he said.

***

When Jack got to work, he went straight to his office. He found Karen there, along with a strange man. “Who is this”, Jack asked. “This is my husband, Kyle”, Karen said, looking down at the floor.

Kyle stood up, obviously upset. “My wife says she sucked your dick yesterday, so I’m here to kick your ass”, he said, trying to look intimidating. “Yes, she did”, Jack said. “But you’re okay with it”.

Kyle’s posture changed as the command took effect. “Actually, it’s not a problem”, he said. “Also, you are grateful to me”, Jack said. “For your entire marriage, your wife has been a frigid bitch. But when I’m done with her, she’s going to be the sexy slut you always wished she was”.

Kyle grabbed Jack’s hand and began shaking it. “Thank you for teaching her. I’ve never been able to get her to try anything remotely kinky. I’m very glad she has you to make her into my dream woman”. “Now, go to work. I’m going to fuck your wife”, Jack said.

Kyle kissed his wife’s cheek and then left. “Now, take those clothes off”, Jack said, eager to see how she looked after his commands yesterday. Karen quickly disrobed, revealing her newly smooth cunt. “Very good”, Jack said, grabbing her pussy roughly, causing the woman to moan.

“Now, did you get an education in sucking dick”, he asked as he felt his cock getting rock hard. “Yes, I did. May I suck your cock and show you what I learned, sir”, Karen asked, her newly submissive tone a pleasant change to Jack.

“You may”, Jack said, sitting in his chair and pulling his dick out. Karen immediately dropped to her knees and began licking up and down his shaft. As soon as it was wet, she began stroking it while she licked his balls. “Very good. karşıyaka escort You’ve improved a lot”, Jack said, stroking her hair.

“Thank you sir”, Karen said, beaming at his praise. Then she inhaled his dick, quickly taking all eight inches down her throat. Jack moaned loudly as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, her own moans filling the room.

Soon, Jack couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her hair and started sliding her mouth up and down his shaft even faster, using her throat to jerk himself off. And then he held her all the way down, her face smashed against his groin as he shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat.

When he finally finished, he released her and she immediately started licking his cock clean. “Fuck, I wish I’d known how good it feels to do this a long time ago”, Karen said as she smiled up at him.

“Well, you’ll make up for it in the future. Now, bend over my desk”, Jack said, standing up, his hard dick still sticking straight out. She immediately obeyed and Jack could clearly see the pussy juices running down her legs from where she had had her own orgasm.

He rubbed his dick up and down her slit, eliciting groans of pleasure from her. Then she screamed and had a small orgasm when he rammed his entire dick inside her cunt. “Fuck you’re tight”, Jack said as he started ramming back and forth inside her pussy. “Don’t you have a kid”?

“Yeah, but she’s eighteen and my husband and I dont have sex very often”, Karen said between moans. “Well, I’ll stretch you out”, Jack said as he started fucking her with long, hard strokes. She started cumming again when he hit her cervix.

He fucked her hard for almost ten minutes before he felt his orgasm building again. “Are you on birth control, slut”, he asked without stopping. “No sir”, she moaned as his balls slapped against her clit. “Good, because I’m about to put a baby inside you”, Jack said as he felt his orgasm erupt.

He thrust his dick forward, piercing her cervix and dumping his seed directly inside her womb. She screamed out in pleasure and squirted all over him. When he finished and pulled out of her, she turned and sucked his dick down her throat, using her mouth to clean him.

Jack smiled and patted her head. “Good girl. Now, tell me about this daughter of yours. Is she sexy?” “Very sexy”, Karen said. “She’s got bright red hair and a pair of plump lips. And a body I wish I still had.”

Jack leaned back in his chair after zipping his pants up. “You and her come by my house after work. I’m going to make sure she doesn’t spend her life being a closed up cunt like you did”. “Yes sir”, Karen said as she started getting dressed.

“And Karen, you should make sure both your and her assholes are clean. Douche if you need to, because I’m going to fuck both of you tonight”, Jack said and gave her a dismissive wave. “Yes sir”, Karen said and, had Jack looked at her face at that moment, he would have seen the excitement in her eyes.

To be continued…

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Jamie woke up from his impromptu nap and felt Alessandra shift in his arms. He immediately sensed her arousal and grinned at the memory of taking her virginity. The girl was trying to rub herself against him, while simultaneously trying to not wake him up. He opened his eyes and looked at her cute face. Her eyes were shut and her brow bunched up in concentration. Her small, shapely mouth was hanging open. Her breasts were rubbing against his side and her erect clit was in constant contact with his thigh, her pussy leaving a wet smear on his side.

“I take it you would like some more,” he softly said. Alessandra froze and blushed. She kept her eyes closed for a few more seconds and then slowly blinked them open. Jamie couldn’t keep from smiling at her embarrassment. It was so adorable. He hugged her tight and kissed her, feeling her rapid breath on his face. “All you have to do is ask.” He rolled her over and held himself above her.

She lifted her hands and ran them over his torso, tickling him. He lowered his face to her breasts and feasted on them for his enjoyment. She was already beyond aroused. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, making her arch her back at the intensity of the sensations. As soon as his cock reached full mast status, he kissed his way up her collarbone and neck to her sweet lips.

He positioned himself at her entrance and gave her a questioning look. She spread her legs even wider and returned a smoldering look, adorned with a playful grin. Jamie smiled and penetrated her, making her call out in delight. He felt like he could last for ages, so he began to fuck her slowly, just enjoying the sensations of their flesh rubbing against each other. She moaned and squealed more and more as the minutes dragged on. His hard meat was steadily fueling her pleasure, but not yet delivering the final spark needed for lift-off.

Alessandra started to gyrate her hips as best she could, considering that he was impaling her, and tried to bring herself off. Jamie smiled and let himself enjoy her random bucking. He could sense how maddening his slow rhythm was to her and how desperately she wanted it to never end, at the same time.

He kept stabbing her and she kept teetering on the brink of orgasm, just moaning and squealing her frustration out loud, until Jamie realized his own release was coming along like a freight train; slow, but unstoppable. With the last of his strength, he sped up his motions and changed his angle, providing her with maximum stimulation. Alessandra shrieked in ecstasy as she shuddered wildly in climax. Jamie went over the edge and his mind blanked from pleasure. He lost track of time and space as his body went through the motions on autopilot. The haze of ecstasy in his brain made him barely aware of rolling off his lover.

Jamie quickly came to and took stock of his situation. He was lying on his back and the sheets were wet and sticky. The water was running in the bathroom and he reached out with his Jedi senses, perceiving Alessandra there. Her whole being hummed with happiness as she washed herself. Jamie shut his eyes and grinned, delighting in the feel of her happiness and the knowledge that he was its cause and source.

He sensed a strong emotion from the other female mind in the house and focused on it. Laura was in the attic and she was frustrated. His grin faltered as he tried to get a better read on her frustration, but couldn’t. All he knew was that it was profound and that she was on the verge of tears. He lay in the bed and debated on whether or not he should go upstairs and offer her some help, or comfort. He did have sex with her earlier in the day, after all.

The water in the bathroom stopped and Alessandra came back into her bedroom. Jamie’s eyes roamed over her slender, but curvy, naked body and traced the many beads of water that were running down her tanned skin. She smiled in embarrassment and covered herself up with the towel she was using to dry herself. Then she took another look into Jamie’s eyes. The lustful appreciation she saw in them made her grin. She exposed herself to him again and reveled in his appreciation of her body. She slowly ran the towel over herself, prompting Jamie’s eyes to follow where it lead.

When she was finished with drying, she tossed the towel towards Jamie’s face. Jamie caught it and laughed. Alessandra crawled back into bed, moving up his body on all fours like a young panther on the prowl. When she reached his head, she smiled and kissed him. She lowered her firm body upon his and he wrapped her in his arms. They made out for quite a while.

“Are we going to make love again,” Alessandra dreamily asked into Jamie’s mouth.

“I don’t have it in me to go another round,” Jamie said. “Though I am tempted. Maybe we could get your mother to cast a spell on me?”

He felt a brief disturbance in her mind, just before she sweetly said, “And maybe you could cast the spell yourself. I wouldn’t mind.”

Her little suggestion brought to the surface all the secrets başakşehir escort in his life. Jamie’s mood turned sour. He considered whether or not it was wise to keep the Rossis in the dark about his lack of magic. He decided to stay the course for the time being. “You know I swore I’d never cast another spell, for as long as I live,” he said.

“Oh,” Alessandra whined in protest, “just a harmless, little one? Just for me? Please!”

“No,” Jamie said and gently rolled her off of himself. His limbs felt like wet noodles after all the sexual activity of the day, but he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Wait,” Alessandra said, hugging him from behind. “Don’t go! Please, stay! I won’t ask you again. Just, don’t go!”

“I’m tired,” he said. “I need to go home and get some rest.”

Alessandra began laying little kisses on his shoulder and murmured, “Don’t go,” into his skin. “You can sleep here, with me. There’s room in the bed.”

Her offer was tempting, very tempting, but she had picked at a can of worms that Jamie was just not ready for. He needed to tap the brakes and take the time to sort things out in his own head. Going home was the best way to do it. He sensed she wasn’t going to let go of him so easily, so he said, “What is your mother doing in the attic?”

“Oh, some witchy stuff with the old table, or something. Who cares? I want to know what else you can do to me in this bed.”

Jamie ignored Alessandra’s continued caresses. Laura’s grief, frustration and yearning were so strong and so visceral that he was starting to get affected by them, just by casually sensing them. “I have to go,” he said, standing up. He looked around for his clothes and then remembered they were in Laura’s bedroom.

“Wait,” Alessandra called after him as he left her room. She got up and followed. “How do you know she’s upstairs?”

Jamie chose not to answer her. He put his boxers and pants on and gathered up the rest of his clothes. He sat down to put his socks on and glanced up at Alessandra, barring the way out of her mother’s bedroom. He was starting to sense her fear of rejection rising and that was making him feel bad. “This has been a fantastic day,” he said to her. “A day I’ll always treasure and remember.” He sensed her anxiety rising as she feared a “but” coming along in his voice. He stepped into his shoes and walked to her to rub her sides. “A day of days. With a girl of girls.” She giggled as he tickled under her chin. “But I am just a boy. I’m tired and drained. I can be of no more service to you this night.”

“We don’t have to,” she started saying.

“And my mother expects me back home tonight,” he said.

Alessandra nodded in understanding and then her eyes lit up. “You can call her,” she said. “Tell her you’re staying over. I promise I’ll let you sleep until the morning.”

Jamie sighed. He didn’t want to hurt the girl’s feelings, not today and not down the line either, but he feared her becoming too attached to him. He feared her falling in love with him and asking him questions. Questions about his past, present and future. Reasonable questions between lovers, yet questions he feared asked. Mainly because he had no answers about his future, only shame to recount about his past and a terrifying uncertainty about what his present was even like. He wasn’t eager to tell a bunch of lies in response. Lies always wound up hurting someone.

He tucked a lock of her long, straight, nearly black hair behind her ear and hugged her close. He kissed her forehead and said, “Alright. I’ll spend the night here.” Alessandra squealed in delight and would have jumped for joy if he hadn’t been holding her at the time. “But we need to have a serious talk before we go to sleep.”

Alessandra quieted down some and nodded. Jamie turned her around in his arms and led her back to her own bedroom. He sensed Laura’s mind turn to grief upstairs and wondered what the hell was going on with the woman. He dwelled on it until Alessandra slipped out of his grasp to sit on her bed and said, “I’m listening.”

“What?”

“You said we need to have a serious talk,” Alessandra said, laughing, “just five seconds ago! It obviously can’t be that serious, then!”

Jamie shook his head and cleared it of all thoughts of Laura upstairs. He tossed his clothes on the nightstand and knelt before Alessandra. He took her hand in his and searched her eyes. She was smiling at him, but he could sense her trepidation. He was having great difficulty coming up with the words he needed, mainly because he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to say. He opened his mouth to start a few times and then decided to sugarcoat his words, but play it as straight as he could.

“Listen,” he said, “this has been a magical afternoon. We have shared a beautiful experience. I would love to make love to you every day, if I could, but I don’t think that’s wise. I have done things. Terrible things. There are consequences to my past actions, consequences batıkent escort that I’ve yet to find out and consequences that would be awful for anyone that is near me when it all comes to a head. There are powerful organizations after me and they’d hurt everyone near me if they came here. For that reason, I think it’s best if I don’t have anyone close to me in the near future.

“I think it’s best if people keep their distance from me until matters… resolve themselves. I don’t know when I might have to leave this place, but I do know that I’ll leave and it’ll be in a hurry. For those reasons, I think it’s best that we don’t allow a relationship to develop between us. It should be just like your mother said earlier today, a casual thing. I am your casual boy-toy, for as long as you want me, but no more than that. I can’t be anything more than that. Not to you, your mother, or anyone else. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here?”

“Yes,” Alessandra said. She took both of his hands in hers and nodded. “I understand completely, Jamie. You don’t need to say any more.” She kissed his hands. “I understand.” She kissed him and they tenderly made out for a while.

Jamie was completely drained, but he sensed her arousal rekindle. He pinched her nipples, making her jump and squeal, and pushed her back down on the bed. She lay back and panted as he lowered his face between her legs. He ate her out until she came three more times and then started to beg him to stop. Jamie slowly relented, kissing her pussy and thighs gently as a protracted goodbye. He stood up, undressed and lay down with her in the bed. He pulled her boneless body up into his arms and wrapped a blanket around them. Thoroughly sated, the two of them drifted off to sleep.

Jamie woke up with a rock hard erection between his legs. The sheets were tossed off of his body and he felt Alessandra’s dainty fingers slowly tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft. He peeked and saw, in the light of the dawn breaking outside the window, her looking down at his upright staff. He sensed her fascination with his cock and couldn’t help but grin at it. “I take it you like it,” he whispered, startling her.

Alessandra looked into his eyes, guiltily, and smiled. “And you took the covers off me to look at it,” Jamie said, in a mock reproachful tone. “Do you want me to catch a cold and get sick?” She shook her head no and opened her mouth to say something in her own defense. “Then you had better get me warm, this instant!”

Alessandra threw the covers back over him and pressed her body against his side more tightly. “That’s not going to be good enough,” he said. She looked up at him in slight confusion, uncertain what else she could do. He took her hand in his and guided it lower, until it reached his cock. “I’m losing heat through this thing. If only there was a warm place to put it.”

Alessandra smiled a dirty smile as she finally caught his drift. She rose up above him and threw off the covers. She knelt over his hips and took his shaft in hand. She held it steady and lowered herself upon it. They both hissed in appreciation as her wet, tight cavern descended to engulf him. She took him all the way in and moaned at the feeling of fullness. She rode him with wild abandon for as long as he could stay hard. They both lost track of the time in their ecstasy.

When he finally deflated and slipped out of her, she shuddered and collapsed atop him. She opened her eyes and looked out the window. She then turned her attention to the nightstand and tossed Jamie’s clothes off it to check her alarm clock. It had already given off its alarm, but it had been muffled by Jamie’s clothes and outdone by their cries of pleasure. She swore breathlessly and leaped out of bed. “I’m sorry, I’m late for work,” she said to Jamie as she hurriedly jumped into her underwear.

“I thought you worked downstairs, with your mother,” Jamie panted questioningly.

“I do,” she said, retrieving her work uniform from the closet, “and I’m late.”

Jamie lifted his head and checked the time. “At this time of day,” he asked incredulously. “It’s practically still night!”

Alessandra wasted no time slipping on her uniform as she said, “Half our business is people coming round before work and getting a home cooked meal to go so they can take it to work as their lunch. Mamma cooked up most of the stuff yesterday, but there is fresh pasta to be cooked, fresh bread to be baked and lots of containers to be filled. And I’m so late!” She ran out of her room and then popped her head back in. “I’ll be busy until around nine, so…”

Jamie shook his head no. “I have work to do today,” he said. “I need to go.”

“Will you come back later,” she asked. “Tonight, after ten. We always have a dinner crowd on Mondays.”

“Ok,” Jamie said, “I’ll come round after ten.”

She smiled a radiant smile and ducked out of sight. Jamie lay back in the bed and stretched his limbs. The sleep had restored his strength, but the batman escort lengthy session had drained it all over again. As much as he wanted to get back to sleep and get some rest, he feared Alessandra coming back upstairs around nine and finding him in bed. She’d jump his bones again and he’d find himself hard pressed to resist her advances. The girl was truly spectacularly beautiful. She was cute and sexy at the same time and her exuberance and energy made her irresistible.

Jamie groaned and forced himself to roll out of bed. He gathered up his scattered clothing and slowly put it on. He yawned and stretched again. As soon as he got home, he was going to take a proper nap, he decided. He checked his phone and saw that he had no missed calls, or messages. He frowned. He had half-expected his mother to explode in worry when he didn’t come home last night. He felt bad that he hadn’t called or sent a message that he’d stay over tonight, but now he saw his worries were unfounded.

He went down the back stairs and exited the house. He walked up the back alley to his car. As soon as he got to it, he sensed attention on himself. He turned around and saw Laura trotting to catch up to him. He sensed mischief and lust coming from her mind and sighed in relief. He had been very worried about her, ever since he had sensed her sorrow and frustration last night.

“You didn’t think you could sneak away like that, did you,” she said, smiling. She stepped in close, stood on her toes and whispered in his ear, “You didn’t think you could just go without fucking me, too? I heard you two this morning.”

Jamie sighed. “I’m drained, Laura. Thank you for the offer, but your daughter has left me with nothing in reserve.”

“That can be easily fixed,” she said, still smiling. She whispered some syllables and waved her hand around, despite Jamie’s protests. He recognized the spell as soon as she started to cast it. It was a spell to make him hard and restore his sexual energy.

His cock turned rock hard in an instant and Jamie had to bend over and lift a leg to try and push it down his pant leg. He grimaced in discomfort and pain. Laura, meanwhile, took his keys and unlocked the passenger door. She pushed him back and he fell into the seat, taking the chance to adjust his erection to sit more comfortably in his jeans. She unzipped his fly and reached in to grab his cock. Jamie seized her wrist and whispered, “Not here!” He cast his eyes about. They were on the street, in plain sight, and if people were going to start coming to the trattoria to get take out, then they’d definitely be seen.

She ignored his protest and leaned in to kiss him. Her tongue penetrated his lips and she deftly used it to rid Jamie of his misgivings. When she pressed her large globes against his chest, he forgot all about how tired he was and remembered his car was warded against drawing attention to its contents and passengers. He swung his legs into the car and she somehow clambered onto his lap. Jamie telekinetically swung the door shut.

Laura’s skirt rose up to wrap itself around her waist, like a belt, and her crotch was left bare to rub against his cock. She moaned as her pleasure mounted. “You fucked my daughter,” she said, “now fuck me!” Without waiting for him to reply or take action, she impaled herself upon his shaft. She rode him with wild abandon, making the entire car shake and rock. A few people passed mere feet away from the car, completely ignoring its rhythmic motions, the two people fucking in it, and even Laura loud wails of sexual pleasure.

They shared many orgasms before Laura was finally sated. She let her spell fizzle away and leaned in to share a deep, passionate kiss with Jamie. “Come back tonight,” she said. “After ten o’clock.” With that, she left the car and went back into her kitchen, straightening her skirt along the way.

Jamie sat there and panted. He wasn’t any more physically exhausted than he had been before she had cast the spell on him, but he couldn’t take any more fucking that day. Not emotionally or mentally. He decided, right then and there, that he’d never reveal to the Rossi girls that he was bereft of magical power. He began to suspect that if he did, Laura would charm him into being her sex slave. He scooted over into the passenger seat and started the car to drive home.

When he got there, he saw a note on the fridge that said his mom was at work and that she had taken Suzie to school. Jamie tilted his head quizzically as the message ended with, “you just get some rest!” He heaved a big breath. It seemed to him that his mother had known what the Rossi girls had planned for him yesterday and she approved of it.

Initially, his mother had been very cold to him for taking her away from her old life. He could tell that she had even blamed him for the revelation that her husband had been cheating on her during their whole marriage. Her feelings completely turned around since he had finished work on the house. He guessed having a big, fancy house he bought and renovated for her had something to do with it. The horror stories Laura had been telling her about her time apart from her own daughter probably had more to do with it than that. He could tell his mother was dreading the day he’d say it was time for him to leave.

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Calandra glared at the assembled ward crystals and the blight they surrounded. The source of her misery and unearned despair, the faunaweed. She clicked her teeth, her pearly whites grinding as her lips pulled back. Perhaps if the professor stayed behind to supervise, Calandra might have played off her actions as a simple grimace.

It wasn’t though.

She bared her teeth, a mouth filled with a full frontal snarl. Trembles ran down her body, ruining her perfect stance and elegant posture. She couldn’t control it. Couldn’t stop pulling back her lips, making her teeth stand out even more. Who was she to be behaving like an animal? Her nails clawed into milky-white palms, drawing blood as she tightened her fists.

Unladylike and certainly immature, Calandra couldn’t help but indulge in her nasty habit.

Mere words couldn’t convey the ire and utter disappointment that rioted inside of her. Who was he, the professor, to make her into a fool in front of her new peers? It was a joke. It was only a joke. Capital city humor, honestly. Big-breasted buffoons like Serafina are often given -and fucked and rutted in public spaces- to sate the appetite of a captive faunaweed. Her classmates were supposed to laugh and laugh. Calandra would smile politely, now firmly established as the new leader of her peers. And Serafina would, well, be fucked.

How could she have know that these backwoods dolts wouldn’t share in the light jab?

Teeth glinting in the low light, Calandra averted her gaze. Despite her strength and confidence in herself, eighteen years of proving she could be something special, her eyes had the nerve to feel glossy, wet. Like she was truly, truly upset with their coordinated dismissal. The moment she walked in, it was obvious that Serafina was the freak of their class. How they avoided her and gestured to her book-barred bust. The cattalia clinging to her textbooks to hide her unsightly mounds and that tail, tipped with dandelion fluff, wagging from under her skirt.

Calandra sucked in a breath.

There was no point in crying over lost opportunities.

She was stuck with these fools for a whole year. Certainly, there would be plenty of chances to learn how to get in their good graces.

Something hot and wet ran down her cheek anyways. Calandra refused to think of it as a tear. Something must have gotten into her eye. It was the dust in the air, this out-dated and dirty classroom hadn’t been aired properly. Chalkboards were for children who weren’t born into a trade or guild. Wooden desks and seats were for the idiots that couldn’t weave magic or have anything better to do with their spare time. Real guild-members didn’t spend their time at school. They were out in the field, hunting and fighting and gainingrealexperience.

Pinching, her face went red and she sniffled.

God, this is why she couldn’t deal with people her own age. They always made her feel so-

The ward barrier sizzled and Calandra snapped to attention. A sickly-pale vine pressed against the risen blue transparent field, wiping where her eyes might have been had if she stepped closer. Calandra choked, sniffling harder. She pulled on her sleeve and fixed her face, wiping the salty liquid away. How dare this thing show her pity. It didn’t have eyes. It didn’t have a heart. A blight it was. A miserable and shrunken thing.

But ah, her heart hurt.

In this strange place, far, far away from the capital city she loved, Calandra felt her loneliness sharply.

Her grandmother bullied her into attending. Preaching that she needed some time with other youth. Oh spare her! Her grandmother just wanted to put a Mundis in this aging academy before it closed. Some sort of grand gesture from the Mundis Clan to the other weaker guilds and clans that sent their children to attend. And what for? So her grandmother could pretend to be a saint? Calandra tried to think of anything else than her, that wicked aging fool.

Calandra’s eyes found their way to the faunaweed, troublesome pest, and she found no peace there.

In its charm-etched pot, the faunaweed wiggled, swaying in a rhythm that was all sorts of infuriating.

Detention for her. Playtime for it.

As the professor showed her, she sprinkled aldine spice over her shoulders and ambled forward. The powder smelled of rancid meat and Calandra took care to not put too much on her. The spice may mask her scent from the faunaweed but she wouldn’t dare risk carrying an offensive odor back to the boarding house.

And besides, she wasn’t a cattalia.

The feeble-minded weed wouldn’t want a thing from her anyhow.

Now into the drawn circle and beyond the protection of the ward crystals, she regarded her new charge. The faunaweed they caught was in dire straights. She never seen one look so pitiful before. Most of its vines were limb and idle, their skin bleaching into a bone-like color. The ones that were spared that horrid shade were only a hint darker, a lilac tan, if she had to be clever on the banaz escort spot. Harvested of its fauna, it seemed to be dying very slowly.

The weak thing didn’t even attempt to court Serafina when she was near, choosing instead to wave and wiggle as the professor prodded it.

Taking the cutting shears, she snipped and snapped the grayed leaves and cracked buds from the vines. A few vines attempted to evade her shears. Dipping and diving up and around each other like headless chicken. Three heads taller than her, the faunaweed was actually becoming a bother when she ran out of low-hanging vines.

Catching one slippery fellow, she held it down with both of her hands. Pressed against the plant’s curious skin, Calandra’s palm kept the shears in her grip. The faunaweed limbs were oddly skittish around the blade but they frolicked to her empty hand, rubbing up against it before they gave her the chase again.

With the one wiggling, but not trying to escape, in her grasp, Calandra had an idea. Before snipping some more, she used her hand to pet it. Slowly, her soft palm ran down the sizable length of the vine. All at once, it stiffened. Obediently staying in place. Warmth met her hand and the feel of the vine was, frankly, comforting. Like a smoothed piece of wood but much more flexible, her fingers cupped and wandered down the tensing expanse.

Touching the vine like this, her small hands dwarfed by the size and girth of its impressive length- Calandra found herself enjoying the gentle caress she gave it.

Small in stature, she found herself always having to look up at tall people. Fascinated and attracted and despairing. Being petite, she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t gain a complex over the years as other girls matured and shot up to great heights. And, well, she didn’t. This faunaweed took the trouble of having dealing them out of the picture. It wouldn’t make remarks about her size. That certainly made it appealing-

Calandra blushed. What was she thinking? This was a plant and she was cleaning it. Nothing more.

She certainly didn’t trust it not to bolt once she stopped rubbing. So she brought her legs closer and guided it between them. Letting it pass through her lanky legs made her shiver, the warmth welcomed to press against her lower thighs. So big it was, making her knees fan out as she brought it closer.

Calandra expected a fight. Perhaps to be knocked backwards once she trapped the vine between her slender legs but none came. The vine dutifully stayed in place. Its snake-like tip envining around her legs to make circles in the back of her thighs. The sensation was- Calandra couldn’t really find a word for it. Soothing. Simple. As the faunaweed continued to massage her knees, she found herself falling into a little rhythm. Stroke. Snip. Sigh. She went to work, cleaning the vine of its dead things and found her work growing slower and slower. It was the vine, the heat it emanated increasing to cozy fire-place levels.

Distracted, she hardly noticed that her sighs were growing longer. Less filled with the dread of busy work and more content. And the moment she realized that, Calandra couldn’t stop the next sigh, a extremely inappropriate not-sigh, from leaving her mouth.

A stuttering half-moan escaped her lips and her eyes fell shut as she squeezed her legs harder. Spirits, why did it feel so-

The shears fell from her hand, hitting the floor with a solemn thump. Instinctively, Calandra went to pick them up. Awkwardly bending over as she was of the mind to not let the vine go. And the vine went further and further up. It hit the seat of her blue cotton panties, brushing up against her lower lips and sparked another stutter.

Calandra fell forward, her body braced on the vine. The intoxicating heat was everywhere. It swept into her clothes like she was nude, her body alight in warmth and comfort. It felt so, so good. Calandra rubbed her face into it, delighted that there was something holding and cradling her. She hated when tall people did it. Tricked herself that she didn’t wanted to babied or thought of as weak but no- Being held like this was great. Wonderful. Calandra could fall asleep here, perfect like this.

Her eyes closed, cheek squishing against the vine’s ever-loving embrace.

No.

No!

What if someone came in andsawher? Legs spread over the faunaweed.

She couldn’t recover from that scandal!

Calandra’s eyes flew open. She struggled to sit up and found herself straddling the vine, her clothed pussy pressed harder against the vine’s heat. The faunaweed’s limb jiggled from her movement, bouncing her body and rear.

Up she went, gasping. Down she fell, her hips and panties rocking into the vine.

The sensation was glorious, the air loud with her thighs slapping against the vine. Her pussy roused into play, her clitoris becoming hard and erect from theaccidentalspring back she created. If she didn’t do anything, she could bounce herself to an orgasm and Calandra bandırma escort was never good at being silent. She’d do something ridiculous like giddily scream and clamp her legs around the vine, cumming with not a bit of shame.

How good were the walls of the academy?

What if someone next-door heard and came running. How on earth could she explain herself out of that one?

And why was she making it worse?

That was the hard-hitting question she should be focusing on.

Calandra turned and let go, hitting the floor and regaining her sense of dignity. Nervously, she risked glanced back. The classroom was still empty. Silent. No professor or fellow student gracing the hall nearby. To her left, a row of windows overlooked rolling hills and the forest, Wickwood, further out. To her right, was the professor’s desk and a closet where she was to place the faunaweed once she finished grooming it.

This was her last duty of the day. If she just finished it, she could be free to sulk in her room.

She couldn’t allow herself to get distracted.

Calandra plunged herself into her work, stroking the vines and stripping them bare. But each time she petted a vine into good behavior, she found her looking less and less over her shoulder. As more and more of the vines were picked clean of their imperfections, Calandra found her mind wandering. If somebody were to come, they would have done so already. What point is there to check up on her, the transfer student, on the day before class officially began? Even if she made a mockery of herself by taking a long time on her task, they’d assume she’d already finished her work. The faunaweed safely secured in the closet and ready for another presentation tomorrow.

Calandra’s mind ran in circles, her mouth growing wide as her teeth gleamed.

There was really no reason why shecouldn’tindulge herself in another habit.Habits were good for you.The faculty of this school wouldn’t want to shun that practice would they? Of course, not. She was free to do as she wished. In fact, if they didn’t want her to do it, they would’ve left someone behind.

That made perfect sense, didn’t it?

Calandra snipped the last vine and considered her work. The faunaweed looked much better, lively and bright. The bone-color faded into lavender and new buds, actually plum-shade, a healthy sign, bloomed upon the vines. Enjoying the show, she clapped and the silly faunaweed preened.

The air filled with sparkling pollen, gold in color, and Calandra inhaled. Sweet and rich with her favorite smells; honey-dew, ginger, nut-meg and sugar-cane. The smells of home, the guild and her father’s great cooking.

Ah, she didn’t feel as out of sorts as before. That was a welcomed improvement.

Calandra took one last probing glance at the door, her eyes passing the sea of wooden desks and rows. This would be her classroom proper tomorrow but today, and if only for today, she would treat it as her bedroom.

And ah, it excited her.

Calandra lifted her school skirt, red and bell-shaped with white frills along the hem, over her wasp-like rear. The skirt, as she noted, unintentionally showed off her impressive rear assets. Outlining the cresting curves of her twin cheeks. There were no boys in her class today, a odd thing since the academy was for both genders, but she imagined if she had a few, they wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye. Too busy with imagining with how her supple buttcheeks might feel in the palm of their hands, tender and warm and reddening from their tight grip.

Up and up went the skirt, the fabric teasing her shy skin. Her cheeks redden as she considered her stance and placement. Behind her was the door. If someone walked in, the first thing they would see would be her round and thick virgin buttcheeks in a vulgar display. The thought of it delighted her and her tongue slid along her plump lips in anticipation. No one was coming. Somebody was coming. The uncertainty was delicious.

Finally, her rear was exposed. Her unmentionables now, ha, mentionable. On the door was a vertical mirror, likely used to catch trouble-makers that thought to sneak out of class early. Calandra caught herself in it, her blue panties clinging snug to her pussy.

A wet spot growing as she bent further over.

Entranced, she studied herself. First was her long hair, the color of star-dust as any proper pure-blood Mundis, pinned into a side-bun. Then her eyes, green and clouded with naked lust. Then to her svelte figure, her academy garb complementing her form. She’d never been one for skirts before this. Pants made her look taller. And once more, to her panties, lovely things touching her lower lips and hiding her private place.

She was so caught in staring that she didn’t notice the vine floating towards her until it wrapped around her knee. Calandra gasped, her balance broken and her arms uselessly flailing in the air. Another vine took her other knee and she was turned around, bartın escort her front to the mirror. Her skirt fell right back down. Hiding her panties from view once more.

Caught in the vines, Calandra considered her options. She wasn’t trulytrapped. There were plenty of spells and tricks she could use to escape her bonds. But she couldn’t bring herself towantto. She looked so appealing in that mirror, her legs bound, her lips curved into a naughty smirk.

A pair of vines took hold of her skirt’s hem, dragging slowly up her skin. Calandra shivered, watching herself be undressed and aroused by the peep-show she made. Once her skirt was up into the air, the vines struggled with it. Calandra sensed that plants might not find clothing all that useful to keep and and unbuttoned it before lifting it up and over her head. There the red garment drooped, a few feet from her school-issued brown boots.

The faunaweed stilled, as if thinking. Calandra giggled, finding it charming. With a nearby vine, she tugged it closer and brought it to her panties. With her hands around the tip, she deliberately rubbed into her panties, pushing the vine into her clothed folds and dampening flesh. The vine writhed in her hold, increasing her pleasure.

While she guided it, a pair of vines took to her white school blouse. Snaking around her, and not even bothering with the buttons, they pulled up the shirt across her taut belly. One firmly held her shirt while the other went under the bunched fabric. The vine hooked across her simple bra and pulled, snapping it in half. Calandra gasped, eyes going wide as the vine did away with the remnants of her bra. Slithering over her small mounds of perking tit-flesh as it went for the tattered straps.

Now bra-less, the vines touched her in and out of her blouse, the fabric adding even more texture to make a pleasant and erotic friction with. In the mirror, she saw her nipples poke through. Resembling tiny pink cherries as they were enticed into hardening. More vines took to her chest, popping buttons and fighting with one another. Her blouse went up and up and finally, her breasts were bared to the air. They were small things, each breasts less than a cup of grain if one held them.

The faunaweed didn’t seem to know what to make of it. Normally, she’d be offended but with the faunaweed, it was oddly adorable. It learning how to touch her breasts. Her ass got pinched and slapped aplenty but nobody wanted anything to do with her chest. One vine stroked both her arolas, marking the darker dusk-colored skin contract. Another pressed her breasts together, making a tiny valley from her tit-flesh. Pleased by it, a smaller vine slid through, caressing the flesh tunnel made. It tickled, the smaller vines textured like lips. In its own way, it felt like the faunaweed was kissing her. Her pebble-like nipples harden, rising out of her skin and jutting out like they were seeking kisses as well. The smaller vine noticed, brushing and fondling her nipples briefly before resuming the path of kisses it laid between her breasts.

Vines squeezed around her cresting mounds, pushing up, and others wrapped around her nipples, twisting and pulling.

Lewd sounds escaped her mouth, her voice light and careless. She moaned, losing her rhythm as her breasts were prodded and played. Her tit-flesh blushing and growing tender under their frenzied care. The vine between her legs carried on without her input, thrusting faster and further. Calandra’s hips began to shake as her pleasure went higher and higher. Her panties were soaked. Sweet juices trickling down her thighs. The vine riding her seemed to like her feminine fluid, touching her sex and trying to pump her for more.

With her hands free and unattended to, the vines came for them. Thick vines, darker in color, the proper textbook purple for a faunaweed, pressed into her palms. On their tips were a leafy, cock-like head that radiated heat and leaked green, sugary-smelling goo. That sap, Calandra frowned, trying to remember the properties she must have known about it. Wasn’t it the base of a high-level cure-all potion? It was so hard to cultivate faunaweed into sparing a single drop and here it was, presenting it to her.

Curious on its taste, Calandra pressed her mouth against one and licked. Mmh, it tasted so good. Like apples mixed with honey. Calandra licked with vigor, making her chosen vine slick with saliva. The other thick vines pressed harder into her hands and she cupped them, rubbing up and down their lengths. They twitched and throbbed in her hold, weeping even more goo that splattered on her half-nude body. As the goo fell on her body, painting it streaks of transparent green, she felt her sensitivity rise. Her breasts ached. Her panties and pussy drenched as her liquid pleasure seeped as rivets down her legs.

The clip to her side-bun popped without noticed and her long, mid-shoulder length hair, flew into her face. Thanks to the sweat building across her body, her messy bangs clung to her face. Making her appear disheveled and freshly-fucked, her skin rosy and glowing. Reflected in the glass, she looked less of a student and more of a lady of the night, her white locks falling whichever way they pleased and hardly hiding her nipples and modesty.

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A Mage’s Tale Ch. 04

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Yeah I know some of you are miffed I didn’t make a play for a soapy hot elf chick. Yet your relieved I didn’t try to diddle the halfling. I tell you now, if those kinda hang-ups get to you. Stop reading! I’m a healthy male mage in my prime, and as you will soon see, not prone to turning down pleasurable company of any kind. Long as it’s of consenting age and of female gender were applicable.

As I regained some sense of awareness, a few sensations signaled alarm in my hazy state. I felt that I was laying on my back with something laying on top of me. The warm firm grip of something soft and throbbing around my morning wood caused me to inhale sharply as my eyes sprang open.

“Don’t you dare move?” Liz mumbled as I looked down to see her head lying on my chest.

“What are you doing?” I inquire in raspy morning voice.

“Keeping a close eye on you like Val told me.” She answers shifting to look up at me.

“You have to be on me to do that?”

“No, this part is me trying to stay warm cause someone didn’t get any blankets.”

“How cold did it get?”

“Your thinking to much. Your hot trouser beast is getting all wimpy. You felt so good there for awhile. Hot throbbing cock showing how much it liked the body heat I was sharing. Snaking it’s way up between my legs, pulsing against my love canal.”

“Did we… you know..?”

“Get a grip. You sprang wood less then ten minutes ago. And now it’s all spongy and weird feeling.” she says and rolls off of me.

The wash of brisk morning air over my bare skin is, dare I say it, nipple raising. On me as well as on her proportionally ample breasts. I shiver involuntarily kinda grabbing a hand full of Lizs tight little ass. She springs off the bed into a defensive stance out of instinct. I raise my hands in front of myself by the same reflex.

“Hey now, thought you only did tall girls.” Liz remarks.

I sit up not knowing what to say to the demur amazon, who had been all but throwing herself at me for the better part of a day and was just lying naked on top of me. I just shrugged which got a snort and giggle in reply. Looking around for the few odd pieces of metal grate I noticed when bringing the bed parts up, I swing my feet to the floor. I cross the room to get them walking closely past her. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I approach then a ‘huff’ after I have passed her.

“Do you find me desirable?” she asks bluntly.

“You are attractive, battle marks, lewd tattoos not overly detracting of you feminine allure.”

“So would you fuck me? Even thou I’m Halfling?”

“Right now? I would need a minute or to but, if you want to have sex, we can.”

“But yesterday even with all the comments…”

“I didn’t know you, plus you were right I hadn’t seen you naked.”

Her eyes flooded as the tears came. “I want to.. but I can’t. Best you could hope to get from me is some vigorous thigh rubbing or a blowjob. This fucking curse has kept me a virgin.” she sobbed.

“You’re cursed? How? When?” I started interrogating.

“My cousin’s did it to me before puberty, with a crayon of curse’s, a Halfling Voodoo thing.”

“Why? It seems so.. not halfling like..”

“I well got all the boys attention. Girls, regardless of race, are vile, evil, irrational bitches when they are jealous. The village elders tried to reverse it – failed. The two clerics that tried to lift it- failed. I got my hopes up once, a wizard said he could remove it. I spent eight months gatherimg up things he said he needed to do it with. Turns out he had me gathering things to brew a potion that would turn me into a six foot tall blond bimbo who’s only want in life was to suck his cock.”

“You didn’t drink it, so what happened?’

“I pored it in the half-ork guards wine skin. The results were not even close to what the wizard intended.” she said with a smirk.

“So why do all this with me?”

“Your glow makes me horny. I mean even your smell turns me on. When you got hard as I was laying on top of you, I got wet. First time ever.” she admitted sheepishly. “I mean being around you makes me think weird.”

“What kinda weird? Should I be afraid?” I said keeping my tone jovial.

“This is, well, I don’t know if I can tell you now.” she said as her face reddened.

“We can leave it at that.”

“Do that fresh thing on my cloths so I can go get us food.”

I weave the spell and cast it. She hurriedly dresses and bolts out of the book store like shes on fire. As I took stock of the rest of the loft, the folio, office case, and the contents there of were no longer here. Liz was right about the books having magic and I went down to add the spell books to the tables she started. Half way down the steps to grab a second load I see a cloaked figure standing in the center of the shop.

“Are you Riktys?” the figure asks.

“Yes..” I answer continuing down the steps.

“I have correspondence for you from His Majesty.” the messenger squeaked.

“Oh, well, let me grab these and follow me up.”

The aydın escort cloaked figure flinches back as I grab up the stack of spell books. I shake my head and start up the stairs. The messenger is slow to follow. I am most of the way through standing the books along the shelf when the messenger finally makes it to the top of the stairs.

“Is there some issue with giving me this message that has you frightened.”

“More the choice of your attire, sir.”

“You haven’t seen another man naked before?”

“I.. have never seen any man naked before.” she says dropping the hood on the cloak.

“Oh.. oh?” I mutter looking down at myself. “Well people in this place can steal the shirt off your back if your not careful and I seem to be cursed when it comes to my luck.”

“Is that the truth?” she asks worriedly.

“You really need better training.” I say grabbing the sheet and wrapping it toga style around myself.

“These aren’t my normal duties.”

“I apologize.” I say with a slight bow at the waist, “So the correspondence from His Majesty.”

“Yes, here it is.” she says handing a envoys folio.

“Thank you,” I say as I accept it. “What are your normal duties?”

“Scribe.”

“And how did you get roped into doing this then?”

“I’m naturally unscryable.” she states.

“Handy talent to be blessed with.” I say as I read through the message from the King.

Reading it through didn’t take long. The agreement laid out wasn’t taxing or sorted. The magic statue and instructions for it’s use were included. I looked at the scribe and was astonished that she was standing there completely naked. She was visibly terrified, shaking like a leaf as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“What are you doing?” I asked gently.

“Her Majesty is leaving it to you on how to deal with me.”

“I don’t understand, what ‘deal with you’ means in this part of the world that would need you to strip naked. Is there more to this message thats not in this bag?”

Instead of an answer she holds a small folded piece of stationary out to me in a quivering hand. I take it and open it. ‘Once the messenger arrives, she can never return, I leave it to you to deal with her. Cathy.’ the note reads. Surely the Queen didn’t intend that I kill her.

“Given your lack of attire when I first saw you, I hoped I would have a pleasing enough body for you to keep me, instead of killing me.”

“Command or no I am not killing you. What kinda fucked up country is this?”

“You better not even touch her.” Valkyrie yells as she careens up the stairwell three steps at a clip. “Jillian that note was for me. Her Majesty found out Vilkirk is targeting you and sent you here to hide you from him. Her Majesty signed the note that way to let me know she cares about you and want me to keep you safe, not kill you.”

Jillian crumples to the floor in sobs of relief. I hand Val the note and start for the stairs. Val gives me a sideways glance as she leans down to comfort the sobbing scribe. I grab up the bag with the statue as I pass it. Once at the bottom of the stairs I remove it from the bag…

“Rather cruel of Your Majesties, which of you devised this test?” I say into the statue.

After a few minutes, “I know this is active, the instructions on it’s operation might fool most people, but I am not most people. So you can talk to me or listen to the bottom of the lake.”

“I see.” a deep male voice says, “Valkyrie did say you were skilled in magic, it was my idea.”

“Why risk the girl like that?”

“Vilkirk is a devious man, I needed to make sure.”

“Well you have your proof and now it’s going to cost you.”

“You would try to extort money from me?” flares of anger shading his voice.

“No you will give Jillian her Certificate as an independent scribe. Blank so that what ever new name Valkyrie gets for her can be filled in. And you will insure it stays valid for as long as I am a guest in your country.”

“I … You ant me to …” the king stammered.

“I’ll give you til an hour after sunset to give me an answer. We will talk more then.” I say flatly then cast silence over the statue.

Turning around I see Val and Jill at the foot of the stairs gaping wide eyed at me. I open a small cupboard and set the statue in. I walk over to the last few of the spell books pick them up and start to head back up stairs. Both women watch me in amazement but say nothing. I gesture for them to move along. They step out of the way blinking and getting this wistful look on their faces.

Shaking my head I carry the last of the spell books up stairs. I hear the door as they leave so quickly retrieve the statue and bag from the cupboard. I find a place in the loft for them out of the way.

“What are you doing?” Liz asks from behind me.

“Putting the chat with the king thing out of the way. You sure took a long time.”

“I got held up by a couple people who said Val was in here having words with you again.”

“Yeah, things aydınlı escort didn’t unfold in any form of normal manor. So what kinda food you get?”

“Here you go. A scribble wrap. Scrambled eggs, ham shreds, and some crumbled cheese in a flat bread. I already ate mine, so eat up.” she says offering it up to me on both hands.

“Thanks. I was beginning to worry I’d starve.” I joke and sit on one of the empty short tables.

“Val and that other girl sent something up for desert. Did you want in now or you want to wait?”

“Does it go good with this?” I ask pointing at the flat bread.

“I think it will.” she answers.

“Sure I’ll have it now.”

She darted forward tossing the sheet up off my lap and diving on my manhood. I gasped as her nose nuzzled into the lay of my pubic hair. Feeling her tongue sliding side to side brought on such a rapid erection it had stars dancing in my vision. As her head started bobbing up and down she hummed in pleasure which left me panting. Quick as she began she stopped.

“Don’t think I’m done with that.” she breathed as she pulled her cloths off at a lightning pace.

Before I even had a chance to catch my breath she was naked and had her hand wrapped around my shaft. Lowering her head back down she takes the head of my cock between her lips. Sucking hard she stocks my shaft rapidly, rubbing herself at the same pace with her other hand. As I reach climax her body trembles as she has one of her own. She clamps her lips tightly on me and sucks every last drop of me.

She licks a few last times then sits back. Looking down she beams a smile at me with a playful glint dancing in her eyes. I shakily rise to my feet. Her giggles at the way I stagger to the water closet seem almost evil. When I return the flat bread is waiting for me, she is fully dressed and Valkyrie is sitting in a chair that wasn’t in the room when I left.

“So that thank you was enjoyable?” Val asks.

“Good wasn’t it? I can do that again, right?” Liz asks.

“Sounds like you enjoyed it as much as he did Liz.”

“He’s sweet. I never tasted someone like him. You should try him, really.”

Looking at Liz, “She told you to do it?”

“Asked, yes. I wanted to all morning, her asking just gave me a reason to ignore your protests.”

Val burst into laughter. I stood there befuddled, feeling somehow outside of the conversation.

“Val he’s yummier then Rouge.” Liz says nodding, eyebrows raised.

“Other then this, was there something you wanted Val.” I ask.

“Jill needs to stay here.”

“That was made clear earlier, Vilkirk and all.”

“No, here, in the book store.”

“Oh. And I am going where?”

“You don’t have to go anywhere. She’ll stay here with you, as your wife or slave or.. we need to work out the cover story. Which reminds me, you need to pick a name.”

“Honeycomb would be a good name. And cheeky cause only girls who have tasted you would get it.” Liz offered up with a smile causing another giggle to escape Val.

“So this name would be the one everyone would use?”

“Didn’t you read the Vale handbook? Why don’t you sit down, eat, and read the first three chapters while I go get Jill.” Val says before standing. “What about you, Liz?”

“What about me?”

“You wanna move in here to keep an eye on him?”

“YES!!” Liz exclaimed. “I’ll get my stuff.”

The look Val gave me was easy to read, sorry. After they had left I picked up the handbook and read it. In it the guide lines and reasons for picking a fake ‘Vale’ name made sense. So was having Liz move in here. Men and women didn’t stay in the same housing unless they were married or owned.

Val and Jill make it back first. Jill is carrying a pair of duffles and a hard side potion case. She looks over with a questioning glance then looks about the room. Val walks over to me handing a few sheets of parchment. I read them over as I point out to Jill where to set her things, for now. Liz tops the stairs followed by three other halfling ladies.

“You’re right Liz.” one says. “Can I have a go, Liz?” asks another. The third just watches me.

Liz blushes, “We need to talk about this later.” She says trying to get the women to move a little faster.

“What say you on that cover story and identities?” Val asks.

“This says mage and harem, that implies you want me to house more women here. I been here for only a couple of days and it seem like your trying to whore me out.”

“You don’t have to sleep with them, just keep an eye on them. They are both hedge magic users, if I take the wards to hide Jill, those two need to come here to hide in them as well.”

“Jill is naturally unscyable.”

“And if everyone else around her is…?”

“Like an invisible person trying to hide in water.” I say remembering the basic magic flaws.

“Right. Come down stairs and meet them.” she says, “I doubt you are going to have much to complain about after you meet them.”

Feeling that I have no hope of getting aydıntepe escort out of this I nod and start for the stairs. She audible sighs as she follows. Half way down the feral aura of demon is unmistakable. Reaching the bottom a lithe girl not much taller then Liz is sitting on a pile of books kicking her feet. Not a tread of clothing on her.

“He is pleasing to look at, you didn’t lie about that at least.” the tall black haired woman says.

“Mind yourself Cross, he is going to be your keeper for a while.” Valkyrie says sternly. “May I introduce Cross and Nix. Ladies this is… um..”

“Nameless. The new resident consultant mage.” I say putting on a salesman smile.

“He’s nibble of mind, what rings do you hold?” Nix asks.

“Five, though sadly they were lost to the ocean floor and replacements have been slow to acquire.”

“Prove it boy. There is no way some half-blood could learn that in the scant years you have traversed.”

“Cross how dare you..” Val starts.

“Fine!” I say loud enough to halt Val’s verbal onslaught.

Stepping to the middle of the room I start to weave the magics. Writing a glyph to each element and the runic symbol of empowerment. I hold them by my will to mirror the strength of my magics. Looking over, Cross has the outward signs that this is arousing her were as Nix is watching with the same delight one would see in a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

“You give me into his care you’ll never get me back.” Cross huskily states to Val.

“I think he is more then capable of handling you. Regardless of the tricks you try.” Val says then turning to me, “You don’t have to if you don’t think you can trust yourself. Things would just be much easier if you had her for the next couple of weeks.”

“I just have two questions, demon half is father or mother? Second why is Nix naked?”

“Father,and Nix never wears cloths, she covers herself in illusion. Which proves you are the Mer-Queens Consort. Nix is the Merfolks ambassador. She’d be the one to thank for my coming to get you.” Val says giving me a pat on the back.

The rest of the day is a blur to me. I remember pieces, the transfer of Cross’s contract, the ladies vote that I wouldn’t wear clothing while in the loft, and being given a tote with a fare number of the things I thought lost when consigned to the ocean floor. Sitting at a dinner table with my ‘harem’ the haze in my head clears.

“So have you decided what you are going to say to king fussy pants?” Jill asks.

“Not something to be discussed here Blank, those conversations stay behind closed doors. I still don’t understand how someone who seeing me as you did for the first time frightened you. Is now happily going along with the illicit activities these three have devised.”

“Not something she’s wants to talk about here, Master.” Cross says.

“I wasn’t asking you…” my voice trailing off seeing Jill redden almost to the point of fainting. “Ok, I’ll let the matter be, for now.”

“HUM will be wanting a reply soon, Master. The envoy can only wait for so long. There are tides and such to consider.” Nix reminds me.

“It will be ready to hand to the envoy before sunset.” I reply to Nix.

Her Underwater Majesty included a letter in the bag of items she had returned to me. It told me of the changes in her since our coupling in the cove. For unexplainable reasons, she was imparted with a large amount of my memory. So much so that the letter was written by her personally. She also described things she could not have seen with her own eyes and would like to talk to me face to face about this. All of this has caused her ascension to the throne to be thrust upon her over both of her elder sisters. To keep order I must complete the ceremony of courtship or she will be dethroned and banished. As enticement her mother, the former Queen, has gathered large amounts of gold and other metals as dowry.

I sit there looking at the four lovely women dining with me and realize the prayers I made when I was first sinking in to the depths were being answered. I really hoped to find out to who I needed to give thanks before this good fortune turned on me for lack of proper tithing.

A short time later I am handing the watertight case with my reply to Nix. Liz raises an eyebrow at me as I look at how the loft has changed. The bunk bed with a tub under it instead of a second bed were the sleeping arrangements of Liz and Nix. Two standard beds flanked the four post bed which had been pushed against the far wall. Both of those had been curtained leaving only the four post bed open to view from anywhere in the loft.

The magic and spell books were neatly stacked under the sides of the beds. Those with nudes just got packed back down stairs. The women all hurried to the beds when I retrieved the magic statue to talk to the king. They watched me intently. Statue in hand I undid the silence I placed on it.

“Evening Jack.” I said getting a giggle from my onlookers.

“I don’t think..” the king started.

“Right Jack. You ask and I answer. Now the changes here are rippling to you. So I will call you Jack. Others you may speak to in trying to reach me are Cross,” – “Hello” – “Blank” – “Hi” – “Clue”- ” hehe Hi Jack” – “And Lure.” – “Evening Jack”

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A Paladin’s Journey Ch. 04

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A PALADIN’S JOURNEY – CHAPTER FOUR: A Growing Shadow

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First Draft of Chapter Four – hope you enjoy!

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***MALOTH – War Camp on the Ergar Plain, just North of Amindaer City***

The frenzied orgy had lasted long into the night and then into the early hours of the morning. Bodies of all different shapes and sizes, spent and naked and glistening with sweat, lay atop the lavish furs carpeting the tent floor, strewn about wherever they had collapsed. Even Shenla looked grateful for a rest, lying next to Maloth on the massive bed, one rose-skinned thigh draped over his legs and her head on his chest. Resting or no, her hand still idly stroked his cock, and her midnight-purple eyes flashed greedily as she watched her fingers caress the length of crimson flesh.

Resting was the last thing on Maloth’s mind. Since Binding the Orc Chieftess Morana last night, he felt he had reach a new level entirely. His thoughts had sharpened, as had his purpose, and raw power flowed through his veins, barely contained. He thought he might be able to face a hundred or more foes at once, like this, though he was loath to attempt that unless absolutely necessary. Only a fool took risks without need.

Today would be an important day. With Beshok under Shenla’s spell – his will would slowly erode a little more each time he tasted Shenla’s charms – and Morana’s soul Bound to Maloth, the Orcs were now under his command, or close enough as didn’t matter. Morin’s uses had reached their end, as had Berenor’s; Maloth wanted their armies, and he had them now.

Queen Morin Veskash, Mistress of the Grave and ruler of the Wardens of Angavar, lay sprawled on the floor of the tent among the jumble of bodies, drying come leaking from every orifice and liberally coating her pale nudity. She stared blankly at the canvas ceiling, idly caressing the half-hard cock of Shenla’s Torvin, who lay next to her. Many of the men in the tent had had their time with Morin, and she had taken them all willingly. There was little left to Morin now but an empty shell driven by lust. Similarly, King Berenor of the Dark Elves of Eredor lay on his back, his white-haired black head resting on Glinda’s mammoth bosom. The comely Dwarf was passed out where she lay, her plump thighs spread wide. Berenor’s ebony cock was still hard; he would have little control left over his desires, having been exposed to Shenla too many times, and he would literally fuck till he dropped dead, as would Morin. Yes, Maloth had no further need for these two.

Instructions had already been given to the Morgai, who had joined the orgy for a time before leaving, much to the disappointment of many of the revelers. Baelor and Shaelor were impressive, stunningly attractive and always ready to fuck, but once their energies were charged from the sex, they had left to perform the task Maloth had set them.

“What are you thinking, brother?” Shenla said softly, tilting her pretty face up to his.

Maloth had not yet told her the details of today’s plan, but she was quick; she had probably already caught on. Maloth did not trust anybody who was not under his direct control, but Shenla was different. She was his blood. “I’m looking forward to the next few hours, sister.” When Shenla raised a curious eyebrow, he added, “For today, I’m starting a war.”

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Anduriel ghosted through the scrub. His Elven feet, clad in soft leather boots, made no sound on the damp forest floor, even when he stepped on a dead twig or lightly brushed a bush or fern. Shadowing him, barely visible in the undergrowth, were four of his best scouts, two men and two women whom had served him well in the past. The orders had come from Velesande two days gone, direct from King Caeledrin. “Find the army camped on the Ergar Plain and observe as much as possible before returning with all haste.”

Anduriel wondered about those orders, though his job was to obey, not question, his king. Was Caeledrin planning to start a war, or avoid one? Abruptly the trees finished and the plains began, thick-trunked pine and fir and oak and elm giving way to knee-high grass, swaying gently in the breeze. Above the green plain rode a black sky roiling with thunderheads, lightning frequently stabbing down at the earth below. Anduriel didn’t need his Elvish senses to know this storm was unnatural. It seemed to centre over the Plain, though the rest of Palistair was not spared from its regular lashings. Anduriel would not be surprised if these dark clouds now covered the whole of the island.

His scouts waited silently behind him, and he turned to them, pulling his cowl forward and his cloak close before dashing out onto the Plain. They mirrored him, their green cloaks changing colour slightly to better match the grass of the Plain. There were no trees for cover out here, bar the occasional stand here and there, but Anduriel and his party wouldn’t need them; they were the best in Laefandell, and could near enough avcılar escort hide in plain sight when required.

After an hour or so, he came to a skidding halt, dropping low into the grass to stare ahead. Two figures stood not fifty paces away, staring in his direction. The male was tall and almost as muscular as an Orc, with pale grey skin decorated with angular black runes. He wore nothing but a confident smile on his handsome face, and in place of eyes he had glowing orange-red orbs. The female was identical in colour and markings, a statuesque creature, looking both fit and distractingly well-curved. Titanic breasts rested proudly on her chest, and she stood with a hand on a cocked hip, her full lips curved in a smile that said she knew exactly what she looked like, and she wanted people to see.

What were these creatures? They certainly weren’t Men, though they looked similar in many ways. Perhaps they were Risen? Had the Wardens discovered some new dark magic that could make these powerful-looking beings? And why were they naked? Not certain he’d been seen, Anduriel made a quick motion behind him, signaling his scouts to circle around the strangers. If this turned to a fight, he wanted the advantage.

“You may as well stand, Elf,” the big man boomed, his bass voice easily carrying despite the wind blowing the other way. “We know you’re there.”

“Let us have a look at you,” the women purred. Despite his mistrust, Anduriel felt himself hardening as he eyed her lush body. ‘Stop being a fool!’ He scolded himself. With a grimace, he stood, holding his arms out to the sides and his hands open to show he was not holding any weapons.

“State your business, little Elf,” the man said, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Anduriel. Lightning struck with a loud bang nearby, but nobody flinched. A small grassfire started, but quickly went out; the grass was too damp to burn.

“As you can see, I am a lone traveler,” Anduriel lied. “I’m bound for Amindaer, to seek shelter during these dark days.”

The woman’s smile broadened as she swayed toward him, her long legs covering the space quickly. Her breasts moved appealingly in time with her ample hips as she walked, and Anduriel felt another spike of lust. She stopped inches away, tall enough that she was looking down at him slightly. She radiated desire. Heat seemed to pour from her, inflaming him. His hands ached to touch her body, which rivalled that of Velesande, or even Queen Ellerion. Anduriel blinked, trying to clear his head, but his thoughts were coming slowly and his breeches were painfully tight. When had he gotten hard? Suddenly the woman’s lips were on his, and Anduriel heard himself moaning into her mouth.

‘No!’ A voice screamed in his head. ‘This is not right! She must be using magic!’ With a struggle, he took hold of himself and pulled free of her lips, shoving her away by the shoulders and whipping his bow off his back. He had an arrow knocked a heartbeat later. “What are you?” He demanded. He had not given the command for his companions to attack, yet, but that was only a quick whistle away.

The beautiful creature smiled languidly. “I am perhaps the most perfect being ever created, as is my brother.” She waved a hand back toward where the male was still standing. Her eyes shifted toward his bow, to where the arrow was aimed at her chest. She had no pupils in those caverns of fire, but Anduriel could somehow sense where she was focusing.

Anduriel didn’t see her move; rather there was a sense of motion, and suddenly his bow was gone and he was flying backwards. He landed on his back with a thud, his breath leaving his body in a rush. Before he could scramble up, a weight settled across his hips, and strong hands pushed his shoulders back to the ground. The woman was straddling his waist, looking down at him with a predatory cast to her face, her angular black runes flashing fiery red. Her heavy breasts hung down, the dark nipples dragging against the fabric of his tunic. Frantically, he struggled, but it was like being pinned beneath a boulder. Swiveling his head, he tried to look around for his team, but the high grass blocked his view.

A sultry laugh brought his attention back to the woman, who was grinding her hips down against the hardness in his trousers. Why was he so hard? Had he lost all control over his body? He curled his tongue in preparation to whistle, but suddenly his mouth was covered by hers, and he felt himself melting under her searing kiss. Slowly his awareness of the world began to grow dim, and the last thing he heard before losing consciousness was the sounds of his friends screaming.

***

***ARAN – Temple Sura, Ekistair***

Kedron sat up in his bed as Aran, Smythe, Elaina and Amina marched into his simple quarters, his eyes bugging as he took in the forms of the two women in their loosely-tied robes. The room was more than large enough for one person to live comfortably enough, but with avrupa yakası escort five people it was somewhat cramped. Standing, he self-consciously covered his privates and offered an awkward bow. “Uh, how can I be of service, Priestess and Paladins?”

Amina chuckled warmly, and Elaina echoed. “Relax, Kedron,” the Priestess soothed. “At ease.”

With a grateful nod, the young Gifted sat back on his bed and drew the covers over his lap. It was strange to see him so awkward, especially after the orgy in the bath chamber only a few days gone, but Aran had given him a little nudge that day, to help him along. Now, he probably felt more than a little overawed by the four Arohin crowding his room.

“We came to ask you a few questions,” Elaina said gently. “We need to know everything you can tell us about the Heralds.”

Kedron frowned for a moment, as if conflicted, then finally nodded. “I’ll tell you what I know.”

“We know he is your father,” Aran began. “But Berrigan is dangerous. Not just to us, but to the people of Ironshire as well. You saw how he treated Smythe, and how he has no doubt treated you.”

A sad look crossed the young man’s face. “I just wanted him to accept me, so I did everything he asked of me, and I never questioned him. At least until I met Master Smythe.” Kedron went on to tell what it was like being raised by a devout Herald. Memorising the centuries-old precepts, daily rituals of faith, maintaining utter secrecy lest anyone find out who was not meant to, and even piercing one’s own skin with a needle every time one felt lust! Kedron even opened the palms of his hands to show the pinprick scars there, though they would be healing now that he had access to his Gift. It was no wonder the Heralds were the way they were, if they were all raised like this!

“We’re not all raised through bloodline,” Kedron explained in response to Aran’s question. “Most of us are, but some men and women are foolish enough to seek out the Heralds and join them. From what I heard from father, they must perform a rite of passage called a ‘Cleansing.'” He shuddered. “Father never spoke of the details, but he said it does produce some of the most effective Heralds. Those that make it through, anyway.”

“What would happen to your father’s status as a High Herald if it became known that his only son was Gifted?” Aran asked quietly.

“I’m not sure,” Kedron replied. “I don’t know that he would be punished, but at the very least, he would be shamed deeply. He may even step down from the Council, especially if his peers see him as lowered.”

Aran looked to the others. “It’s a start,” Smythe said.

“What was your father’s plan, Kedron?” Amina asked. “What are the Heralds actually trying to achieve in the West?” It was a good question. Aran wished he had have thought of it himself.

“He didn’t tell me everything,” Kedron said honestly. “But I think they want to make the West into their lands. Forge their own nation. They have Ironshire, and they almost have Maralon, as I understand it. Wouldn’t be too hard for them to sweep up the coastal towns from there, Human or otherwise.”

Everyone nodded thoughtfully. Something Kedron said piqued Aran’s attention. “About that,” he asked. “Are Heralds always Human?”

Kedron nodded ruefully. “Always. I was ever instructed never to trust Elf or Dwarf or anyone that wasn’t Human. I made friends with an Elf once, and when father found out I was soundly beaten for it.”

Elaina sat on the bed next to Kedron and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. The lad’s face reddened as he looked at her, but he smiled gratefully through the blush. “I’m so glad we found you,” she told him warmly. “You’re going to make an amazing Paladin.”

“Well, there’s one upside,” Aran murmured to himself. When the others all looked at him, he explained. “They’re not likely to turn to the Dwarves or Elves for help, and the chances are that they’ve offended them at some point in history, which means we have potential allies there.”

“Yes,” Amina agreed. “The Elves will most certainly help us, and the Dwarves will still remember Edellein’s work in Dun’Arghol.” Her sapphire eyes took on a faraway look, as if she were seeing things the others couldn’t. “But Aran, you’re talking about war, aren’t you?”

Aran nodded grimly. “It will take time to gather the forces we’ll need, during which the Heralds will also be recruiting and fortifying, but we cannot afford to face two foes at once. Something dark stirs to the North, growing stronger every day, and my great-father’s progeny are at the centre of it. The Heralds must be put down so we can focus on the greater threat before it’s too late.”

The room went quiet. There had been fighting, so far, and killing where necessary, but war? As much as he hated the idea, Aran didn’t see any other way. Even if Berrigan did step down, there were still plenty more Heralds pulling the strings. “We are safe here at the Temple,” ayancık escort Aran said firmly. “As long as it remains forgotten. We will discuss best plans later tonight, but nobody is to leave the Temple without my permission until further notice.”

The others all nodded, Amina eyeing him appraisingly. This was the first time Aran had taken direct command over the Priestess, but she offered no argument.

“There’s, um, one more thing I should mention,” Kedron began nervously. “There’s someone in Ironshire, who, um, is special to me.”

Aran stepped forward, his stomach twisting. He already knew what the boy was going to say. “Who is she?”

Kedron swallowed, but met Aran’s eyes. “She is my lover. I, um, used to see her in secret. Father doesn’t know. I, uh, think I may have Bonded her, like in the way you all talk about sometimes.”

Aran stared back at Kedron. For a moment, he was angry with the apprentice, but no, it wasn’t Kedron’s fault.

Taking a chair next to the bed, Elaina looked sad, and she squeezed Kedron’s shoulder as his chin dropped in shame. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before,” he said quietly. “I didn’t realise it was important until right now.”

“Relax, lad,” Smythe said gently. “You weren’t to know.”

“Can you sense her now?” Aran asked insistently.

Kedron nodded. “She’s somewhere to the southeast – probably Ironshire – and she’s scared, but as far as I know, she’s not hurt. Can we help her?”

That question cut Aran deeply. He hated leaving anyone to the Heralds, especially a Meldin, but he also had to consider the safety of everyone else at the Temple.

Smythe caught Aran’s gaze. “If Berrigan even suspects…”

Aran agreed to the unspoken suggestion. “I know. He’ll find her, and make her tell him where Kedron is.” Kedron groaned softly, and Aran turned back to the apprentice. “How likely is it that your father had you watched from time to time?”

“Knowing him, I would say that’s very likely,” the lad responded, slapping a palm to his head in frustration. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before! It’s exactly the sort of thing he would do!”

“Very well,” Aran said, thinking quickly. “Kedron, we need to get you out of the Temple right away. Pack everything you’ll need for a long journey; it might be some time before we’re back. Elaina, go fetch me Induin and Liaren; I need to see them now.” Elaina leaped from the bed and hurried from the room, and Kedron stood and began stuffing things into a satchel, apparently forgetting all about his nudity. “Smythe, go talk to Rayna, Bella and Jeira; I want to know if there’s anyone in Ironshire that can be trusted. Preferably someone not Human. The Heralds are less likely to use non-Human spies.” Smythe nodded and dashed off.

That left Aran and Amina staring at each other while Kedron pottered about, trying to pull breeches on while still packing. “Looks like it’s time to leave again,” he said to the Priestess with a small smile. “I apologise for assuming command, I meant no disrespect.”

Amina stepped up to him, her soft, full breasts pressing against his chest. “There is no apology required, Aran. You are leading us, as it is meant to be.” Her slim hands held his face as she pushed her lips against his. Aran’s hands held her waist just above the flare of her hips, the silk of the robe somehow feeling far coarser than her actual skin. Suddenly a delicious smile curved her full lips. “Have you any commands for me, by any chance?” Her tonality left no question as to what ‘commands’ she was referring to, and her question was punctuated by a bitten-off curse from Kedron as he stumbled over his half-worn breeches.

Aran grinned and pulled her closer. “There are several, though I doubt we have time for you to fulfill them right now.”

After a moment, her perfect face became serious. “Take care out there, Aran. And come back to us.” She kissed him again, this time with more fervor, and Aran returned it.

Long moments later, someone cleared their throat ostentatiously. Unsealing his lips from Amina’s, Aran turned to see Induin and Liaren standing in the doorway, looking as gorgeous as ever. Especially clad in their translucent robes. Kedron was now nowhere to be seen. “Are we interrupting something?” Induin asked as she twirled a lock of her silvery hair. Her sky-blue eyes twinkled as she regarded him.

“Or perhaps we were missing out on something?” Liaren said, mirroring her twin sister’s tone and actions, though her hair was chestnut-brown and her eyes a striking green.

“Good, you’re here,” Aran said, turning Amina’s embrace and giving his two Elvish Meldin a smile.

“If you have nothing for me at this time,” Amina said almost formally. “I must go check on Sara.” At Aran’s nod, she gave them all a warm smile and flowed from the room, every eye turning to watch as her bottom swayed out the door.

Aran was a little taken aback at Amina’s show of what had to be near-deference, but he had no time to dwell on that now. He gave Induin and Liaren the short version of recent events, and then asked them for what he needed. “Do you think it will work?”

The twins eyed each other, then him. They nodded as one. “The Elves think well of the eruchen,” Liaren said confidently.

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