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This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of ‘Road Trip — California’ for an ordered list of the chapters of that series). You need not read that series to enjoy this one. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please ‘read, enjoy, vote, and comment.’

Synopsis of This Story So Far: After a cross-country road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex, Jim now lives with Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen in Nashville. Jim and Crystal are top country music stars. Crystal posed for Playboy in a sex-filled weekend photo shoot. After a busy six months, an incestuous New Years orgy on a Caribbean isle, and busy winter months, Crystal and Jim separate to different parts of the world to make two different movies.

Chapter 04

Separation, new careers, and new playmates

“Ellen will be your very special assistant. She’ll be your script girl, check your makeup, help you go over your lines, and keep you on schedule.” Crystal smiled at me, “And, of course, she’ll keep you warm in bed.” She laughed at her innuendo. We stood in the living room holding each other, our hips grinding together or Crystal’s crotch straddling one of my legs.

I told Crystal, “I’m going to miss you like crazy. The idea of not seeing you for several months doesn’t sit well with me, even with Ellen around. I don’t know how to say it as you’re about to leave … well, I don’t want you to think I’m changing horses in mid-stream.”

Crystal interrupted, “You mean am I still aware that Ellen would like to have you all to herself? I know that. I’ve known that since the two of you first met, the first night we had a threesome. She’s transparent about that, even open about it. She has no guile. I thought she might cool down by the end of last year; however, she only became more devoted and in love with you.”

“I … I love her too, but you … you’re my number one girl.”

“I know that too. Look, Ellen and I have gotten closer over the past three or four years. Sure, we’re still sisters and will have our petty grievances with one another, but on balance we have a lot of love for each other. Couple that with the fact that we’ve been physical — sexual — with each other for a long time, and we have a tolerance that goes beyond what most people would expect of two women loving the same guy — or maybe sharing the same guy.”

“Will this turn out well?” I asked, concerned about the future trajectory of things.

“Yes, I guarantee it.” Crystal pulled me to her body. “All I ask is that you keep me in your life — deep in your life. I want to grow old with you being close by — real close. As we work, we’ll both be pulled off in different directions to work or do something somewhere in the world. That’s temporary. I’m talking about the long haul. Be there for me. Be there with me.”

I nodded my assent, and we kissed.

I asked, “And, since Ellen seems to feel the same way, how do you want this to play out?” I didn’t want a detailed roadmap, but if there some rules I needed to play by while we were apart I needed to know what they were.

“I want the two of you to go off together to L.A. and to Central America, make a movie, have a ball, fuck each other’s brains out, even fall deeper in love, but always know that you have to save an equal space for me.”

“And what about other men and women that come in our lives?”

“We’ve had an open relationship since we found each other. I feel we’re each other’s bedrock, and any others that come and go are temporary interests or fun dalliances. They don’t and won’t interfere with what we have deep down. George Rinard is my co-star; he’s the sexiest man in the world according to a dozen different magazines — next to you, of course; if I can bed him, and you can bet I’ll try, I’ll be a happy girl, but I’m not going to fall deeply in love with him and end my sunset years with him.”

“And what if I sleep with Jill Danes or one of the other actresses in the movie I’m doing?”

Crystal licked my neck; her tongue warm and moist. “Then you’ll add another notch or two to your six shooter. Hell, fuck the entire cast, I even encourage it.” She ground her hips into mine. “I lost track of how many women you’ve bedded, but as I recall you left a trail of happy faces and fulfilled women from one end of the country to the other.” She chortled at the thought.

“Does it bother you that I have sex with my sister Anna or my sister-in-law Lauren?” We hadn’t talked about my incestuous relations, even when we were on the island down in the Caribbean.

“Heck no. They’re fun; I wish they were around more. I liked Mark too, Anna’s boyfriend too.”

I laughed, “You liked taking him to the edge of total exhaustion! You were insatiable on that island and you took it out on the poor man. You even decimated Terry and me, especially when you and Lauren ganged up on me the last day.”

Crystal smiled. “Want me to try again? I’m all alone now, so it’ll fethiye escort be more of a challenge.”

I leaned in and kissed her. As I did, I popped the top button on her blouse … and then unbuttoned the next one … and the next. Crystal worked on my shirt as well.

We weren’t alone in the house. We’d just hired a beautiful young Russian woman, Nadia, as a house manager with duties that included cleaning, cooking, and personal errands for us. She’d take care of the property while we were away. We’d promised each other we’d try not to embarrass her with our spontaneity. That said, we did warn her about our lifestyle and dalliances. She could be trusted.

“What about Nadia,” I asked.

“She’s reading. She won’t be out of her apartment for at least an hour.”

Crystal dropped my trousers and briefs in one swoop. My cock bounced into view, finding further stimulation in the open air. She blew on me, and then stood to allow me to remove the last of her clothing. Our clothes were scattered around us in all directions.

Crystal and I sank onto the sofa with Crystal straddling my legs. She reached down and grabbed my shaft, using the head to stimulate herself as she rubbed it up and down her slippery gash. I hardened further, and she aimed me into her vagina and slowly sank her lithe body down onto me. As her warmth enveloped me, I felt I’d hopped a fast jet to heaven.

I fondled her breasts, and took time to bite and suck around each nipple. I pushed her globes together so I could bite at both nipples simultaneously. I knew Crystal liked that, even when I got a little rougher with her.

She started to rotate her hips around my shaft, using that motion to drive me in and out of her pussy, as well as to rub the side of my shaft against her clitoris. The combination hurled both of us towards orgasms faster than any other position or activity we’d found.

“If you do that …” I started.

“I know, and I want you to cum inside me again and again. Fill me. Carrying your juice reminds me how much I love you. Maybe I can carry it all the way to Europe and around with me all the months I’m making a movie.”

“You carrying my juice reminds me how much you love me. My sharing it with you is my gift of love to you.”

I didn’t try to use any of my Tantric techniques to extend our union. I came about ten minutes after we started. Crystal came. We were jerky together as our bodies shuddered in response to our orgasms.

Crystal leaned forward and allowed me to cuddle her nude body. I loved the feel of her full breasts against my bare chest, particularly as my shaft softened and slowly slipped from her slippery tunnel millimeter by millimeter.

Just as I slipped all the way out of Crystal, I saw Nadia cross the room towards us. She wore a tight top, and we could see her erect nipples against the thin material; below the waist she wore a miniskirt that revealed her shapely legs and one of the most perfect little asses I’d ever seen. Nadia carried two washcloths, but also looked a little disheveled. She knelt behind Crystal and out of my line of sight, but only for a moment. I felt her grab my deflated cock, and pop it into her mouth. The stimulation she provided was almost too much coming right on the heels of my climax in Crystal’s tight tunnel. She was thorough and brief; she’d cleaned all the sexual juices from me. I felt a warm washcloth encase my shaft — another heavenly sensation.

Nadia nudged Crystal until she rolled off of me to the side so she was sitting on the sofa with her pussy hanging over the edge of the cushions. I watched as Nadia lowered her head to Crystal’s cunt, tongue extended. Surprised beyond belief, Crystal and I watched her suck my juices away from where I’d deposited them; she used her fingers inside Crystal to accelerate the collection of my fluid. Crystal moaned in the renewed pleasure. When Nadia was done, she pulled away, and carefully applied a warm washcloth to Crystal’s gash. Crystal moaned again at the attention to her overheated cunt. Crystal and I had kept looking at each other as though the other had arranged this.

Nadia’s face glistened with the remnants of my love making with Crystal. We looked at her, and I was at a loss for words. We hadn’t anticipated anything like this.

Nadia stood and in her cute Russian accent said, “I watch you. I had to … play with myself … you were so much hot. I had a nice cuming too, and then I realize you would be messy from your cumings so I decided I would help clean you both from your loving.”

Crystal tried to say something, “Errr, Nadia, we didn’t expect …”

“Oh, not to worry, I will not be doing this all the time unless you wish — I do not mind at all. Just today it felt like something I must do for you each. I know this duty is not required, but I like and that is OK and fine with me. Thank you allowing me to participate a little. I like you each so much, and this can alanya escort be my way to show that feeling to you.”

With that she turned, and slowly walked out of the room twirling a washcloth in each hand. She did have a really nice ass, and I could swear there was an extra wiggle there I hadn’t seen before.

Crystal added with a smirk, “If you tap that while I’m away that’s okay, but please don’t do something that will make her leave. Good help is so hard to find — and she may be the best we’ll ever find.”

* * * * *

Crystal left Nashville about seven-thirty the next morning. Her eighteen hour travel itinerary took her to New York, and then directly to a landing in Paris. Crystal got VIP treatment: not only a first class seat, but also a private lounge area at each airport to shield her from the general public. Further, the flight crew had special instructions about how to keep her from being hassled on her trans-Atlantic trip.

To create some excitement over the film she’d be doing in Europe, Terry arranged for her to be met by one of his friends who had orchestrated a press conference for her at the Charles de Gaulle Airport, complete with a bevy of foreign photographers. I knew she’d handle it well; she always did.

We had a teary goodbye before she left the lounge area. I stayed at a window watching until the plane had left the gate and taxied out of sight. Unrecognized, I made my way back through the airport to the limo we’d taken to the airport for the trip back to Crystal’s home.

At the house, I had enough work for two weeks that I had to do in one. I had a script I had to wear like a comfortable shoe, becoming the character in the story I would portray starting in another month. Terry also wanted a new album from me to go with the movie Pressure Limit; thus, he’d given me about twenty songs I had to work through to see which ones I felt might fit a ‘movie album.’ Sony had saved a couple from the many songs we rehearsed leading up to the release of Crystal and my album, The Naked Truth, so I wasn’t starting from scratch.

I read more effectively in the morning, so I studied the movie script in the a.m. after my morning run and meditation time. In the afternoon, I worked on the songs in the studio we’d built in part of the house, usually alone but on a couple of days with Cal Jennings, our regular keyboard player. I’d learned enough about the studio electronics to be able to play Terry’s musical accompaniments when alone without deafening everyone in the neighborhood or cracking the walls.

At six o’clock a couple of days after Crystal left for Europe, the studio door opened and Nadia appeared. She carried a small tray with a glass of wine, a glass of ice she knew I would add to the wine, and a small plate of cheese and crackers.

“Mr. Jim Mellon, I can serve dinner any time you would like after a half hour. Just let me know. And if there is anything else you would like — anything — please let me know and I will be glad to be of service.” I felt there were sexual overtones to her statement, particularly in her emphasis on the word ‘anything.’

Nadia gave me a warmer than usual smile, and sashayed out of the studio, again with that extra wiggle of her fine looking butt. After she was gone, I had to adjust myself in my pants, and it took me a minute to regain my concentration.

I wandered towards the kitchen about eight o’clock, more typically the time Crystal and I ate dinner. Nadia was on a stool reading a book as I came into the room. She jumped to attention and awaited instructions.

“Nadia, you don’t have to do that when I come in a room. Relax a little. Can you pour us both some wine?”

She relaxed a little. I watched her get a second glass, pour us both a few ounces, and then she joined me. This was only the third opportunity when I’d had time to get her talking about her life in Russia before she came to the United States. As we talked, she assembled two plates of food for us, and served both of us, as I requested, at the eating island in the kitchen. I could tell she thought it unusual the ‘master’ of the house wanted to eat with her.

Dinner slipped away, and so did the rest of the wine and part of another bottle. As the time passed, Nadia loosened up, and soon we were laughing and having fun sharing stories about ourselves.

I guess it was ten or so, when I decided I would take a shower before bed. I had another long day following this one. I thanked Nadia for dinner and the company, and walked over to the master bedroom wing of the house.

I stripped and sauntered into our luxurious shower. I turned on all of the jets, opting to experience a full body wash from head to toe. After a total soak, I lathered up my hair with shampoo and rinsed. As the last of the suds left my body I felt a pair of feminine hands start to scrub my back with a loofah.

I tried not to react with shock. I turned slowly to take in Nadia’s adorable manavgat escort nude body: a magnificent visual study in sexuality — a perfect ass, trim shapely legs, a flat tummy, and full and excited breasts. Nadia gave me a seductive smile, and pulled my head down to kiss her.

“The kiss is from Miss Lee — Crystal. She asked me to take care of you whenever I wanted … and I want right now. I also take care of you whenever you want; she said was OK too.”

She kissed me again, and this time I kissed back, our wet, slippery, naked bodies sliding together. I felt her small hands gently fondle my prick and balls. There was innocence to her touch, something I’d have to ask her about sometime. I swelled rapidly as she held me in her hands.

Nadia washed me completely from head to toes. She allowed me to return the favor to her, a pleasure as I got to run my hands over every inch of her tight body including that magnificent bubble butt. When we were through, she produced two warm towels and dried me in a most seductive manner. I returned that favor too.

She pulled me to the bed, and had me lie face down. She massaged me, a skill I never knew she had. Part of the time, she straddled my body so she had greater leverage in her massage strokes. In that position, I could often feel the small tuft of pubic hair I’d discovered she had around her pussy as she moved around my legs or straddled my back. After a few minutes, she had me roll onto my back, a pleasure I wanted dearly so that I could watch her sexy body move above me.

After she touched each muscle group in her massage, she positioned herself to fellate me. Her small mouth encircled the head of my cock, and she worked me deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat. As she did, more blood surged into my cock from all directions in my body.

As I reached that stage of ready erectness I call a perfect “10”, Nadia moved up and kissed me with passion and tongue.

“Nadia, I want to taste you — to eat your pussy.”

Without a word, she spun around and straddled my head so her pussy and her fabulous ass hovered over my face. I actually salivated at the prospect of being intimately involved with both. She went back to her blowjob in our sixty-nine position.

I pulled Nadia’s hips down slightly to my mouth and tongue, lapping wildly at the lips of her labia, and then the small flaps of skin surrounding her vaginal opening. I thrust my tongue in and out of her visible hole, actually running my tongue around the edge of her opening. Nadia’s lubrication started to flow and it tasted like some exotic cocktail with an aroma you know will stay with you for a long time as a memory of the event. I savored every drop of her moisture as her body responded to my attentions.

Nadia hummed around my cock as she brought me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel the drips of drool and my pre-cum on my legs as she played her oral games. Several times she slammed her head and throat down on my cock in a rapid gesture, taking every inch of me until her head could go no further. She kneaded, caressed, and squeezed my rapidly swelling testes too, occasionally gasping for breath when she tried to do more than her oxygen allowed. I frequently writhed beneath her in response to some move she made.

I had been holding her hips with my hands as I drove my tongue into her heat and lapped at her fluids, and then I decided to reach beneath her and find her breasts. With each hand I held a breast, stroked and then pinched her nipples. I heard and felt the sharp intake of breath as I pinched, careful to not overdo it.

“Harder. Really hard, please.”

I obeyed her command, twisting and turning her significant nipples in my hands. Although awkward, I slapped her breasts several times.

In the sixty-nine position Nadia had adopted, she continued to make love to my cock and ball sack but now with renewed vigor. All the time her hands were in constant motion, fondling and stroking, even rubbing up and down my thighs and my abdomen with her finger nails to entice me further. Her mouth was magic, and I couldn’t imagine another action she could take to bring me pleasure.

When she took my cock into her mouth and down her throat again, I knew I wouldn’t last long with her expert ministrations. I asked her, “How do you want us to cum? If you keep doing that, I’ll get messy again –maybe in your mouth.” I thought of the time a few days earlier, when Nadia had shown up as Crystal and I made love on the living room sofa; she’d cleaned me with her mouth and done the same to Crystal.

Nadia answered looking over her shoulder, “I will do whatever you prefer, but my own preference, at least for tonight, is to have your beautiful cock inside me — in my vagina. I want to feel you cum in me.”

I gestured for her to turn around. As she did I asked, “Birth control?”

She smiled and said, “I take pill.”

The next I knew, Nadia was in my arms and we were kissing passionately again. I rolled us over so I was on top, and she directed my erection to her open hole — the same hole my tongue had ringed only moments earlier.

I thrust forward, and met unexpected resistance at the tightness of her channel, even though she appeared well lubricated. She pushed up into me hard as I pushed down, and I bottomed out inside her.

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Teil 3

Jack und Vivian kleine versaute Spiele

Es wird dringend angeraten die anderen Teile auch zu lesen!

Nach einer Weile tauchte Jack wieder auf. Sein Haar war noch etwas feucht vom Duschen. Langsam ging er aufs Bett zu und betrachtete Vivians sehr ansprechenden Hintern, ihren trainierten, aber dennoch sehr weiblichen Rücken und die Wohlgeformten langen Beine. Ihre rote Mähne lag auf ihren Schultern und betonte umso mehr ihre sehr helle Haut und die kleinen Sommersprossen. „Du hast einen tollen Arsch”, waren seine ersten Worte seit er aus der Dusche zurück war. „Danke”, erwiderte Vivian kurz. Sie wollte wissen, was er sich nun für sie einfallen ließ. „Hattest Du es schon Mal dort?” Vivian drehte sich um und sah ihn etwas verdutzt an. „Wo? Du meinst in meinem Hintern? Du willst mich in den Arsch ficken? Geht so etwas überhaupt, ich meine ohne Schmerzen?” Jack grinste. „sicher geht das, ich bin ja kein Anfänger, aber du scheinst noch Jungfrau an dieser Stelle zu sein”, er grinste immer noch in derselben Breite. „Wir werden sehen, ich werde zuerst einmal deine Referenzen checken müssen. Mit wem hast du im Büro schon alles was gehabt?”

Jack fiel schlagartig das Grinsen aus dem Gesicht. “Du willst Sex-Geschichten von mir hören? Dann musst du aber auch was erzählen”, Jack hatte schnell seine Fassung wieder. „Ich werde dir nichts erzählen, aber etwas stimulieren könnte ich dich, komm zu mir und erzähle mir deine Geschichten”, Vivian klopfte auf das Bett und Jack legte sich mit seinem nackten Körper neben sie, dann griff sie sich seinen Schwanz und spielte etwas daran.

Langsam bekam er seine alte Form wieder. „Also gut, dass ist auf jeden Fall überzeugend. Eigentlich habe ich nicht so viele in der Firma gehabt wenn man die Praktikantinnen weg lässt und die Zeitarbeiterinnen… hm, also dann habe ich eigentlich nur die Dicke Alley gehabt.” „Und wenn ich nun die Zeitarbeiter, Praktikanten und Saisonarbeiter dazuzähle, wie viele waren es dann?”, der Griff um seinen Penis wurde enger. „Ich habe jedes Jahr die schönsten Mädchen eines Jahrgangs angegraben, schließlich war ich ja der intelligente, gut aussehende Auszubildende. Ich habe ja Beziehungen, einige der Mädchen habe ich an die Chefs weiter gereicht. Aber die wenigsten haben es so in die Firma geschafft.”

Ein leises Stöhnen kam aus Jacks Mund. Er musste sich mehr Mühe geben sich zu konzentrieren. „Und was ist nun mit Alley? Eigentlich finde ich sie gar nicht dick”, merkte Vivian trocken an. „Nein, ist sie auch nicht, aber sie hat enorme Titten, die hängen kaum, aber das wird sich sicher in ein paar bahçelievler escort Jahren ändern.” „Du bist gemein, sie kann doch nichts für ihre großen Brüste. Hast du nie versucht auch mal andere anzugraben, so wie mich?” Vivian wurde neugierig. „Sicher doch, aber die religiöse Kuh aus der Zentrale, oder das frigide Miststück vom Empfang waren nicht zu knacken.” Vivian ärgerte sich etwas über die Ausdrucksweise, nur weil sie nicht schnell zu haben waren, waren sie gleich Kühe und Miststücke, allerdings musste sie zugeben, dass die `Zentraltussi´ wirklich nervte mit ihrem spanischen Getue und ihrer missionarischen Gläubigkeit. „Aber dann hat Alley ja gesagt und du hast sie nach einem Essen verführt?”

Der Daumen von Vivian strich über Jacks Eichel und er holte tief Luft durch die Zähne. „Nein, ich wollte mit ihr einen Kaffee trinken gehen und auf dem Weg nach unten habe ich sie gleich im Fahrstuhl genommen. Ich habe sie nur während der Arbeit gevögelt. Mal im Kopierraum, oder in der Toilette, ab und zu auch auf dem Schreibtisch vom Chef” „Du hast es auf dem Schreibtisch von Oliver Parish getrieben?”, Vivian war erstaunt. „Nein, Max Parish, er nahm mir auch immer die Mädchen ab, die ich zugeritten hatte.” Vivian war entsetzt und ließ den Schwanz los. „Was soll das dann heute hier, machst du mich nur Klar für den Seniorchef? Los mach das du raus kommst.” Tief erschrocken sah Jack ihr in ihre grünen Augen und wusste nicht was er tun sollte. “Nein, so ist das nicht mit dir, ich gebe ja zu, ich habe einen billigen Trick bei dir angewendet, aber nur weil ich dich wollte, du bist das schönste Wesen, dass mir je begegnet ist, noch schöner als deine kleine Schwester.”, Vivian sah ihn verdutzt an. „Du kennst meine Schwester?”, Vivian überlegte kurz, ” sicher, du warst auf meiner Hochzeit, ich habe euch beide ja tanzen sehen.” Jack grinste, wenn sie wüsste.

„Gut, dann will ich mal nicht so sein, du wolltest mir noch etwas beibringen, wenn du es ohne große Schmerzen hinbekommst, dann gebe ich dir noch eine Chance.” Jack verstand sofort was sie wollte und lief ins Bad zurück.

Man konnte sicher sein, dass ein Großteil der Frauen sich ihr Make-up immer noch lieber mit dieser klaren Fettcreme aus dem Gesicht verreiben als alle Make-up-Entferner, die in Drogerien und Kosmetik-Abteilungen angeboten werden. Nur in diesem Fall hatte er Pech. Es war gerade noch genug da um seine Fingerkuppe etwas glitschig zu gekommen. Er sah sich weiter um. Mit Sonnencreme hatte es auch geklappt, zur Not auch Spucke oder die Säfte einer bağcılar escort triefenden Spalte. Kamillenhandlotion, für wunde Stellen und empfindliche Hautpartien. Ein hoher Fettanteil sicherte ihm zu, dass er nun das richtige gefunden hatte. Kurze Zeit später kam er mit einer Dose Hautcreme wieder.

Jack gab nun knappe Anweisungen. Vivian stand nun in all ihrer Anmut neben dem Bett und beobachtete ihren jungen Liebhaber bei seiner Arbeit. Innerlich platzte sie vor Neugier, würde es wirklich nicht wehtun? Vielleicht nur so wie bei ihrer Entjungferung? Da war nach einem kurzen Stich alles vorbei und die Lust überspannte diese kleine Unpässlichkeit. Sie hatte aber auch einen erfahrenen Liebhaber, während ihre Freundinnen ehr die Stecher hatten. Machos, die glaubten, dass ein Vorspiel aus einem Rock-hoch/Höschen-runter bestehen würde. `Ich hab ihn ihr trocken reingerammt, das war so richtig geil´, das war die Heldentat eines Macho-Teens auf der High-School. Vivians Gedanken kreisten als Jack die Kissen und die Decke des Bettes zusammenrollte und sie übereinander schichtete. Als er fertig war betrachtete er sein Werk und erklärte Vivian, wie sie sich dort hinüber zu legen hatte.

Ihr Hintern lag nun gen Zimmerdecke gestreckt und ihre Rosette war frei zugänglich und bot sich dem kommenden Ereignissen entgegen. Vivans Hintern schimmerte im gedämpften Licht wie Porzellan. Ihre irischen Wurzeln konnte sie alleine durch ihr Haar und die grünen Augen nicht verleugnen, ebenso wie die kleinen dezenten Sommersprossen, die den Rücken hinabwanderten und sich in der Nähe der Hüfte fast ganz auflösten. Erst an den Schenkeln wurden sie wieder sichtbar, fast so als ob die kleinen Punkte ein Kleidungsstück wären.

Ihre Haut wirkte aber dennoch nicht bleich. Sie war fast rosig, wie die zarte Haut eines Säuglings. Die Rosette und ihre zarten Lippen reckten sich in die Lüfte. Es wirkte nicht vulgär, da sie wirklich eine sehr gepflegte Frau war, nichts ließ bei dieser Frau vermuten, dass dieser Teil des Körpers für den körperlichen Abfall und gelegentliche Winde zuständig war. Auch ihre Lippen lagen da wie ein See nach Sonnenuntergang. Keck sah ein klein wenig ihre kleine innere Lippe aus dem Spalt heraus. Es wirkte fast jungfräulich. Jack setze sich nun zwischen ihre Knie, was die Beine noch etwas auseinander drückte und tauchte mit seiner Zunge erst einmal tief in die Lustgrotte ein, was Vivian ein überraschtes Quieken ausstoßen ließ. Langsam tauchte er wieder auf mit feucht glänzendem Gesicht und ließ seine Zunge vom Kitzler durch ümraniye escort die Lippen, über die warmfeuchte Höhle bis hin zu ihrem geheimen Eingang wandern. Da war es also, der erste Kontakt, die erste sexuelle Handlung an ihrem Hintereingang. Vivian schauderte. „Entspann dich, es wird dir gefallen”, beruhigte Jack sie nochmals. Nun kniete Jack sich neben Vivian und griff sich die Hautcreme.

Matschend tauchte die Hand von Jack nun in den Cremetopf. Schmatzend tauchte sie mit einem großen Klecks dieser Hautcreme wieder auf und platschend haute er ihn mitten auf ihre rosig schimmernde Rosette. Die Kühle ließ Vivian etwas zusammenzucken, aber aufstöhnen ließ sie dann, als sein Finger sich auf die runzelige Stelle setzte und sich vorsichtig in ihren Anus schob. „Los, mach schon, aber tu mir nicht weh…”, hauchte sie ihm zu.

Sie griff sich die Creme und da Jack neben ihr hockte, konnte sie ihm seinen harten Schwanz schön mit der Creme einmatschen. Vivian war etwas überrascht, denn diese Härte hatte sie eigentlich nicht erwartet. „Dieser Schwanz muss magische Kräfte haben”, dachte sich Vivian, da sie wieder einmal nicht die Finger davon lassen konnte. Es störte sie nun auch nicht, dass nun schon Zwei Finger sich matschend in ihrem Anus hin und her-rein und raus bewegten. Oder waren es vielleicht schon drei Finger? Vivian platzte fast vor Vorfreude.

Er ging um sie herum zu ihrem erhobenen Hintern. Vorsichtig setzte er seine dicke Eichel an und drang vorsichtig in sie ein. Sie war überrascht, dass es ihr nicht weh tat sondern, dass es nur ein wohliges Gefühl der Ausgefülltheit sich in ihrem Hinterteil ausbreitete. Es war eine Art der Erregung, wie sie es noch nie zuvor erlebt hatte. Langsam drang er nun bis zum Anschlag in sie ein.

Es dauerte nur ein paar Stöße und Vivian schwebte im 7. Himmel. Seine Hoden klatschten bei jedem Stoß gegen ihre nasse Möse und reizte so ihre kleine Klit umso mehr. Auch, dass Jack so eine hohe Schlagzahl an den Tag legte überraschte Vivian, denn sie genoss es mit allem das noch an und in ihrem Körper Gefühle aufnehmen konnte.

Die mit Creme verschmierte Hand von Vivian suchte nun die kleine Nase am Anfang ihrer Vagina um dieses Gefühl zur Explosion zu bringen. Dass sie einem Orgasmus so nahe kommen würde war ihr bis gerade nicht in den Sinn gekommen. Jacks Atem wurde auch schneller und durch die Enge ihres Hinterteils war er dem Orgasmus nahe.

Es war der beste Orgasmus ihres Lebens, der nun durch ihren Körper explodierte. Noch besser als ihr erster, den sie als junges Mädchen sich selber zugeführt hatte. Noch während sie zuckend den Höhepunkt auslebte, schoss es heiß und feucht in ihr Rektum und Jack ließ sich etwas zurückfallen und spritzte einen Teil auf ihren Hintern und ihre tropfende Möse. Schnaufend ließ Vivian sich zur Seite fallen und Jack legte sich hinter sie. Vivian sah Jack grinsend an. „Du bist ein Magier”, sprach sie und küsste Jack. Erschöpft schliefen beide ein.

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Es passierte auf einer Bergwanderung in den Alpen. Meine Freundin Sarah wollte unbedingt einmal einen reinen Mädelsurlaub nur mit ihrer besten Freundin Simone machen. Also flogen die beiden nach Mallorca und ich und Sven – der neue Freund von Simone — brachen gemeinsam zu unserer Wandertour auf. Auf der ersten Berghütte lernten wir einen jungen Mann kennen und wanderten den nächsten Tag mit ihm zusammen. Er hatte kurze blonde Haare und war klein und schlank. Aber der erste Eindruck täuschte, er war sehr fit und durchtrainiert und wir hatten Schwierigkeiten, sein Tempo mitzuhalten. Irgendwie fühlte ich mich von Anfang an auf eine merkwürdige aber sehr intensive Weise von ihm angezogen und wir hatten immer wieder anhaltenden Blickkontakt.

An einer kleinen Schutzhütte mit einem Tisch und zwei Bänken machten wir Mittagsrast. Ich setzte mich neben ihn und da wir beide kurze Hosen anhatten, konnte ich seine nackte Haut spüren, als unsere Beine sich berührten. Während wir uns ganz normal unterhielten, spürte ich plötzlich seine Hand auf meinem Oberschenkel. Während er jetzt zunehmend mit Sven redete, der uns die ganze Zeit gegenüber saß, bewegte sich seine Hand auf die Innenseite meines Oberschenkels und von dort in Richtung Hoden und Penis. Natürlich hatte er längst meine Erektion bemerkt und während ich immer wortkarger wurde und schließlich kaum noch ein Wort herausbrachte, streichelte er weiter meinen steifen Schwanz. Sven sah zu mir herüber. Ich wich seinem Blick aus, weil ich merkte, dass ich meine Mimik kaum noch kontrollieren konnte, so erregt war ich.

Als ich merkte, dass ich dabei war, die Kontrolle über die Situation zu verlieren, war es schon zu spät. In mir spielte alles verrückt. Und genau das schien er zu spüren. Plötzlich hörte er auf, mich zu streicheln, packte mich sehr fest an meiner Hand und zog mich ohne ein Wort zu sagen hinter die Schutzhütte. Ich wehrte mich nicht. Er hatte mich schon voll im Griff. Hinter der Hütte hat er mich dann ziemlich hart und dominant gegen çeşme escort die Wand gepresst, meine Arme gespreizt und über meinem Kopf an die Wand gedrückt. Ich stand an die Wand gepresst wie gekreuzigt, unfähig etwas zu sagen oder gar zu protestieren gegen seine Dreistigkeit. Ich war wie gelähmt vor Spannung und der geilen Dominanz, die er an den Tag legte.

Ich fragte mich, ob Sven uns gefolgt war und uns jetzt beobachtete. Und ehrlich gesagt, machte mich dieser Gedanke eher noch geiler… Aber es wurde noch heftiger: Direkt vor mir stehend und mich hart gegen die Wand pressend, sagte er zu mir: „Sag was du willst, du kleine Schlampe!”

Ich war völlig geschockt, konnte erst gar nichts sagen. In meinem Kopf drehte sich alles. Erst hatte er mich hier praktisch an die Hütte genagelt und jetzt erniedrigte er mich auch noch. Ich hätte protestieren müssen, aber das einzige, was aus meinem Mund kam, war „Fick mich!”. Ich erschrak, als ich meine eigenen Worte hörte, die plötzlich merkwürdig fremd klangen, so als hätte nicht ich, sondern ein anderer sie gesagt. Aber das war noch nicht genug für ihn. „Wie heißt das Zauberwort?”

„Bitte. Bitte fick mich!”

Doch er wollte mich richtig erniedrigen, wollte die Grenzen austesten. In kaltem, dominanten Befehlston sagte er zu mir: „Bettle darum!”

Und dann ist es wirklich passiert. Ich habe völlig kapituliert, habe mich einem Fremden, den ich erst am Tag vorher kennen gelernt hatte, völlig unterworfen. Mit zitternder Stimme stammelte ich: „Bitte fick mich richtig durch! Bitte, bitte bitte!” Aber selbst das reichte ihm noch nicht.

„Nochmal! Ich will hören, wie du um einen Fick von mir demütig bettelst!”

Er hatte mich jetzt völlig im Griff, ich war so unvorstellbar erregt durch die demütigende Stellung, in der er mich gepinnt hielt, durch seine extrem dominante Ausstrahlung und durch meine eigene Unterwürfigkeit.

„Ich flehe dich an, bitte, bitte fick mich, fick mich başakşehir escort richtig durch, nimm mich so hart du willst, bitte besorg es mir, bitte bitte fick mich, benutz mich, ich brauch das, ich bin so geil auf deinen Schwanz, oh fick mich bitte…”

Er striff meine Shorts runter und spuckte zwischen meine nackten Arschbacken. Dann fing er an mich zu fingern. Ich überrascht, wie vorsichtig er schließlich in mich eindrang, aber schon kurze Zeit später nagelte er mich mit seinem Schwanz regelrecht gegen die Wand, immer wieder rammte er sein Ding in mich rein und schob mich bei jedem Stoß ein Stück an der Wand hoch und wieder runter.

Ich habe nur noch gewimmert, gekeucht, gejapst und gestöhnt, hab völlig die Kontrolle über mich verloren, während er die Macht über meinen Körper an sich gerissen hatte. Und er hatte mit mir gemacht, was er wollte. Es dauerte nicht lange, bis er eine große Ladung seines heißen Samens in meinen Darm gespritzt hatte. Als er seinen Schwanz aus meinem Körper zog und mich losließ, rutschte ich hilflos und völlig fertig an der Wand hinunter auf den Boden.

Er hat sich dann noch seinen Schwanz an meinem T-Shirt abgewischt, sich die Hose hoch gezogen und ist gegangen. Mich würdigte er keines Blickes mehr.

Meine Beine und mein ganzer Körper zitterten und es dauerte einige Zeit, bis ich es schaffte, aufzustehen und meine Kleidung zu ordnen. Als ich um die Hütte zurück zum Tisch ging, war er schon nicht mehr da. Nur noch Sven saß auf der Bank als wäre nichts gewesen. Aber in seinem Blick erkannt ich tiefe Verachtung. Ich wusste nicht, was ich sagen sollte und so schulterten wir unsere Rucksäcke und wanderten schweigend los.

Immer wieder musste ich an das denken, was hinter der Hütte passiert war. Immer wieder jagten die Bilder durch meinen Kopf. Immer wieder hörte ich seine Stimme und dann auch meine Stimme, so als wäre sie die Stimme eines Fremden. Und immer wieder roch ich den Geruch küçükçekmece escort von seinem Schweiß und seinem Sperma, seiner Lust…

Ich bereute das, was passiert war, wünschte, es wäre nie geschehen. Ich fühlte mich erniedrigt und gedemütigt. Ich war wütend auf ihn. Wie konnte er so mit mir umgehen? Mich so respektlos behandeln? Warum hatte er nicht wenigstens ein Gummi benutzt?

Aber vor allem war ich wütend auf mich selbst. Warum hatte ich das mit mir machen lassen? Warum hatte ich mich nicht gewehrt? Es nicht wenigstens versucht?

Und außerdem war ich doch hetero. Wie konnte es da sein, dass mich ein Mann dermaßen erregt? Ich hatte eine Freundin! Was, wenn sie es erfahren würde? Ich wusste zwar, dass Sarah und Simone auch sehr eng miteinander waren und es zwischen ihnen nicht bei einem harmlosen Küsschen blieb. Aber Sarah hatte sich schon mehrfach abfällig über Männer geäußert, die anderen den Schwanz blasen oder sich sogar ficken lassen…

Gleichzeitig konnte ich nicht verhindern, dass jedes mal, wenn ich an ihn dachte, neue Erregung in mir aufstieg. Als wir am Abend ziemlich erschöpft eine weitere einfache Hütte erreicht hatten, in der wir übernachten wollten, hoffte ich nichts sehnlicher, als dass er den gleichen Weg gegangen war und schon in der Hütte auf uns wartete. Schließlich hatten wir keinerlei Daten ausgetauscht und ich würde keinen Kontakt mehr zu ihm aufnehmen können. Vorausgesetzt, er hätte überhaupt noch Kontakt zu mir gewollt. Aber die Hütte war leer.

Als wir im Dunkeln in unseren Schlafsäcken lagen, fragte mich Sven: „Meinst du eigentlich, ich habe nicht mitbekommen, was heute Mittag hinter der Hütte passiert ist?”

Ich stellte mich ahnungslos. „Wieso? Was hast du denn mitbekommen?”

„Ich habe euch beobachtet. Ich habe alles gesehen und ich habe alles gehört. Jedes Wort.”

Vor Scham verschlug es mir die Sprache.

„Weiß Sarah eigentlich, dass du dich von anderen Kerlen ficken lässt?”

Jetzt stieg blanke Angst in mir auf.

„Bitte sag ihr nichts! Das war auch nur ein einmaliger Ausrutscher! Bitte! Ich liebe Sarah!”

„Das glaube ich nicht, dass das nur ein einmaliger Ausrutscher war.” In Svens Stimme mischten sich Verachtung und Überheblichkeit.

„Ab heute wirst du nämlich auch für mich den Arsch hinhalten.”

Sofort hatte ich wieder eine Erektion.

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Tobi stand da in seinem Zimmer. Das Mädchen seiner Träume vor seinem Schreibtisch, aber sein Gleitgel und ein nicht ganz alltäglicher Porno auf dem, noch ausgeloggtem Rechner.

Maria sah Tobi mit einem frechen Grinsen an, ließ sich aber nichts anmerken. Tobi begrüßte sie so als ab alles normal wäre, obgleich doch sein Puls auf 300 war und sein Schwanz in der Jogginghose war auch steif und Maria musste seine Latte einfach sehen durch die Hose.

Augen zu und durch. Tobi setzte sich an seinen Rechner und ignorierte einfach die große Tube Analgleitgel neben dem Bildschirm.

Maria schlug vor er solle sich anmelden und die bekannteste aller Suchmaschinen schon mal laden. Tobi wurde rot wie eine Tomate, tippte aber sein Passwort ein. Auf dem Bildschirm erschien Blondie mit dem Gartenzwerg tief im Arsch und ihr Bauch wölbte sich nach vorne.

Tobi versuchte hastig den Browser zu schließen doch Maria unterbrach ihn direkt. Er solle das Fenster offen lassen, sie wolle sich das anschauen. Tobi war sich unsicher und fragte nach ob sie das wirklich wolle, was sie mit “Ja” beantwortete. Tobi schluckte, startete das Video von Blondie und beobachtete Maria.

Maria schaute gebannt auf den Monitor und verfolgt das Treiben von Blondie. Tobi stellt mit Freude fest, dass sich unter Marias Top sich ihre Nippel aufrichteten und knall hart wurden.

Vom Flur rief Tobis Mutter, dass sie erstmal geraume Zeit unterwegs wäre, noch einige Besorgungen erledigen. Es würde wohl spät werden. Wenn die beiden Hunger hätten sollen sie sich etwas bei einem Lieferdienst bestellen.

Nach dem ersten Schock der “Störung” seiner Mutter merkte Tobi das Maria das Video pausiert hatte und ihn direkt ansah.

Maria stellte eine Frage mit der Tobi niemals gerechnet hat: “Stehst du auch auf so extreme Anal Spiele?”

Tobi fiel alles aus dem Gesicht, hatte seine Traumfrau gerade “auch” gesagt? Er konnte gar nicht antworten und nur nicken. Maria grinste ihn breit an und wollte wissen ob es ihm die Sprache verschlagen habe, jedoch war eine Spur Unsicherheit in ihrem Satz zu hören. Tobi antwortete nur, dass er das geil fände.

Maria erwiderte dass sie schon sehr lange auf Anal im extremsten Sinne steht, aber mit ihren bisherigen Exfreunden ging es maximal zu normalem Analsex und sie merkte dabei immer, dass die Exfreunde es nur für Maria gemacht hatten und selbst dabei garnicht so richtig abgingen.

Tobi konnte und wollte seinen Ohren nicht trauen. Er musste träumen, seine Traumfrau, das heißeste Mädel aus der Schule steht auf extrem-anal und sagt es ihm.

Föllig unbewusst sprudelte es aus ihm raus “Ich liebe dich!”

Maria blickte Tobi verstört an, fand blitzschnell ihre Fassung wieder und sagt nur “Langsam Tiger, erstmal muss ich dich erstmal anschauen” und damit hatte Maria blitzschnell in Tobis Jogginghose gegriffen und nahm seine Latte in die Hand.

Tobi war so überrascht, dass er sich garnicht werte sondern nur reglos, bis auf seinen Schwanz, auf dem Stuhl saß und abwartete was Maria da mit ihm anstellte.

Maria wichste ihn mit der einen Hand und forderte ihn auf sich zu erheben, damit sie ihm die Hose ausziehen konnte. Tobi stellte fest, dass Maria mit seinem eher unterdurchschnittlichen Penis nur minder zufrieden war. Tobi war nicht mit dem Größten gesegt. Im steifen Zustand 13 cm und einen Durchmesser von 2,5 cm.

Maria warf ihn auf den Boden und setze sich verkehr herum auf ihn. Tobis Gedanken rasten weiter, er lag mit Maria in der 69er Stellung in seinem Zimmer und sie bearbeitet seinen Schwanz. Tobi hatte dabei eine wunderbare Aussicht auf ihren Tanga, da ihr Rock hochrutschte. Er überwand sich, griff nach Marias üsküdar escort Hüfte und zu sie zu seinem Gesicht. Mit einem kräftigem Atemzug sog er Marias Duft ein. Ein süßlicher Duft – Himmlisch. Er öffnete seine Augen, musste sich konzentrieren nicht direkt abzuspritzen, und sah, dass Marias Tanga eine dunklen Fleck hat. Sie war geil. Er schob den Tanga bei Seite und erblicke ihre blankrasierte Pussy. Ihre Lippen waren dunkelrot geschwollen und sie lief förmlich aus. Er lecke beginnend beim Kitzler über ihre Pussy und war am Zeil seiner Träume. Er lecke ihr das Arschloch. Ein leicht herber Geschmack, aber er wurde immer geiler. Maria stöhne zufrieden mit Tobis Zunge an und im ihrem Arschloch und ging ebenfalls einen Schritt weiter. Mit der einen Hand wichste sich schön weiter, Tobi immer an der Grenze haltend und mit der anderen Hand ging sie auf Wanderschaft in Richtung seinem Arschloch. Ohne Vorwarnung führte sie einen Finger ein. Sie wollte vorsichtig sein, aber sie glitt ohne Schwierigkeiten direkt in ihn rein. Maria dachte sich nur, er steht also wirklich auf Anal und das bei sich und bei Frauen auch.

Tobi stöhne und sagte: ” Maria, mach langsam, ich komme gleich”

Maria hörte appruppt mit dem Wichsen auf, doch ihr Finger blieb in seinem Arsch und sie sagte: “Noch nicht mein Kleiner! Steck mir auch was in den Arsch, aber richtig!” Maria war geil und sie wollte richtig hart genommen werden.

Tobi nahm einen Finger, zog ihn kurz durch ihre triefende Fotze und stecke ihn ohne Vorsicht bis zum Anschlag in Marias Arsch.

Von Maria kam nur: “Mehr!” und Tobi stecke einen weiteren Finger dazu und Maria tat es ihm gleich!

Tobi stöhnte und ein kam ihm. Er spritze los, traf seinen Bauch, Marias Hände, Ihren Rock und auch ein kleiner Tropfen landete auf ihrem Top.

Maria: “du Sau, so haben wir nicht gewettet! Was ist mit mir?”

Tobi: “Es tut mir leid, warte eine Moment, dann kann ich wieder, dann Ficke ich dich durch!”

Maria: “Nein, kannst du vergessen. Dein Schwanz ist viel zu klein für meinen Arsch und meine Fotze kannst du vergessen!” Maria war sauer. Sie selbst war so kurz davor. Sie wusste garnicht woher das kam. Wurde Sie doch nur von Tobi geleckt und mit 2 Finger im Arsch gefingert.

Sie bekam eine Idee :”Tobi, du hast noch eine Chance. Wir gehen jetzt in euer Bad” Tobi” Wozu? Was hast du vor?”

Maria hörte ihm garnicht zu sondern zog ihn vom Boden hoch und schupste Ihn in Richtung Zimmertüre.

Tobi lieft los, ohne Hose nur mit verschmierten T-Shirt, ins Bad. Maria folgte dicht hinter ihm.

Im Bad angekommen zog Maria Tobi von hinten Das T-Shirt aus und sagte “Mach die Augen zu!” Maria schaute an sich an unten. Ihre Nippel stachen durch ihr Top – oh nö – ein Spermatropfen. Sie zog ihre Top aus und ihre Titten erblickten das Sonnenlicht, denn eine BH trug sie nur selten, denn Ihre D-Titties standen wie eine eins. Auch den Rock streifte Sie nach unten mit samt ihrem Tanga.

Tobi hörte mit geschlossenen Auge zu und merkte anhand der Geräusche das Maria sich ausziehen musste. Es folgten leichte Schritte im Badezimmer und Tobi vernahme wie die Duschbrause aus der Wandhalterung genommen wurde. Tobi drehte den Kopf und wollte die Augen öffnen doch ein “Stop! Warte noch!” von Maria ließ ihn jäh stoppen, wollte er doch nicht seine Chance bei ihr zerstören.

Was Tobi nicht hörte war, dass Maria aus dem Wäschekorb den versteckten Inflatable Buttplug geholt hatte. Sie legte den Plug mit in die Dusche und drehten den Duschkopf vom Schlauch ab, machte das Wasser an und wartete bis es eine angenehme Temperatur erreicht.

Maria wurde gaziemir escort sich auf einmal unsicher mit ihrem Plan, zu Prüfen ob Tobi genauso extrem wie sie selbst ist, entschloss sich aber weiter zu machen und sagte: “Du wirst genau das tun, was ich dir sage, nicht mehr und nicht weniger. Wenn du das tust, werde ich danach etwas tun. Es wird dir gefallen! Wenn du es willst, mach die Augen auf und komm zu mir in die Dusche, Wenn nicht. Verlasse sofort das Zimmer!”

Tobi musste überhaupt nicht nach denken. Er öffnete die Augen. Da stand sie – seine Traumfrau – genau wie in seinen Träumem ihre geilen Titten kämpften ohne Probleme gegen die Schwerkraft, Ihr flacher Bauch wurde durch ein Bauchnabel Piercing geschmückt und in der goldenen Mitte ihre blank rasierte Fotze. Tobi stand wie angewurzelt im Bad, sein Schwanz steinhart und der hatte alles vergessen.

Von Maria kam nur:” kommst du jetzt oder verschwinde für immer”

Wie im Traum schritt Tobi auf die Dusche zu und strecke die Hand nach einer Titte von Maria aus, fasste sie, knetete Sie, leibte Sie. Maria stöhne auf und musste sich beherrschen ihn nicht weiter zu machen.

“Halt Tobi, Hände weg! Erst die Prüfung!”

“Was für eine Prüfung”

“Deine Prüfung ob du zu mir passt”

Tobi schluckte bei ihren Worten. Er wollte es schaffen, um jeden Preis.

Maria fing an ihre Prüfung zu erklären: “Ich mache jetzt bei dir ein Enema. Ich stecke dir also den Duschschlauch in den Arsch und lasse langsam Wasser in dich einlaufen. Du wirst keinen einzigen Tropfen Wasser verlieren, bis ich es dir sage! Los gehts!”

Tobi schaute sie mit großen Augen an, hatte er doch schon Enema-Videos geschaut. Maria nahm ihn, drehte ihn mit dem Gesicht gegen die Wand, schaltet das Wasser minimal an und führte mit etwas Druck den Duschschlauch wenige cm in Tobis Arsch. Maria stellt mit freude fest, dass Tobi sich nicht wehrte und die Schlauch leicht hinein ging. Sie erhöhte den Wasserdruck minimal. Nach kurzer Zeit, sie schätze 250 ml, schaltete sie das Wasser ab. “Jetzt press deinen Arsch zusammen und lass nichts raus.

Tobi fand das Gefühl von Wasser in seinem Arsch etwas seltsam. Es war wie eine Wärme die sich von unten ausbreitet, aber seinem Penis muss es gefallen, war er doch steinhart. Als Maria das Wasser abstellte merkte er, das er schon Druck hatte und das Gefühl er müsse dringend aufs Klo.

Maria erkannte, dass er sich wirklich bemühte. Sie zog also den Schlauch mit einem Ruck aus seinem Hintern, eine kleine Menge Wasser kam dabei mit, welche sie jedoch ignorierte. Denn Ihre Pussy juckte und ihr Arsch verlangte nach Aufmerksamkeit. Sie dachte nur ruhig Blut, gleich bist du selbst dran.

Tobi musste sich mittlerweilte wirklich sehr konzertrieren, dass nichts aus seinem Arsch rausläuft.

Maria erlöste ihn:” Tobi setz dich aufs Klo und lass alles raus” Tobi hastete zum Klo, fiel dabei fast auf den Fliesen hin, schaffte aber den Weg zum Klo und es schoss nur so aus ihm raus. Maria hatte derweil 2 Finger in der Pussy und 2 Finger in ihrem Arsch und sie fingerte sich.

Tobi blickte vom Klo auf und genoss einfach den Anblick. Stand doch da eine bildhübsche Frau in seiner Dusche und mastubierte sowohl ihre Pussy als auch ihren Arsch.

Maria blickte auf und fragte “Bist du bereit für next Level? Dann komm her!”

Tobi stand vom Klo auf, zog ab und ging zu ihr in die Dusche.

Maria steckte ihm wieder den Schlauch in den Hintern und schaltete das Wasser an. Maria hatte ein fieses Grinsen im Gesicht – sollte sie ihn ärgern oder doch versuchen endlich jemanden zu finden der genauso krass wie sancaktepe escort sie ist. Sie entschloss sich für letzter und drehte das Wasser NICHT auf Anschlag kalt sondern ließ die Temperatur wie sie ist.

Dieses mal schätzte Maria die Wassermenge auf 500ml und drehte dann das Wasser ab. “Du behälst das Wasser schön in dir!” Von Tobi kam nur ein konzentriertes Nicken, sagen konnte er wohl gerade nichts.

Maria zog den Schlauch mit einem Ruck aus seinem Arsch, nahm dem an Boden liegenden Plug und steckte ihn in Tobis Arsch. Tobi zuckte zusammen, doch der Plug ging ohne Schwierigkeiten in ihn. Doch jetzt war das Völlegefühl umso stärker.

Maria genoss den Anblick und sah das Tobi die Hand zur Pumpe führte. bzw. die Pumpe sucht. Maria war schneller als er und sagt” Also ich pumpe dir den Plug auf so viel zu willst, ABER du behälst ihn solange drin wie du kannst. Dabei setzt du dich aufs Klo und schaust mir zu. Ich mache solange weiter bis du den Plug rauspressts und damit das Wasser ins Klo scheißt.”

Tobi sagte nur “Sieben” – Maria war etwas überrascht, war sieben doch ganz schön viel. Aber sie konnte nicht mehr zurück ziehen. Sie pumpe also sieben mal kräftig den Plug auf und schob danach Tobi aus der Dusche.

Er drehte sich um und schaute sie mit seinem Hundeblick an doch Maria hob nur die Hand und zeigte auf das Klo.

Tobi setze sich, sein Bauch beschwerte sich bei ihm und grummelte vor sich hin. Doch er konzentrierte sich und blicke Maria an.

Maria hatte währenddessen sich den Duschschlauch selbst in den Arsch geschoben. In dem Moment als Tobi sie anschaute, grinste sie ihn erneut an und machte das Wasser an. Tobi konnte sehen, dass der Druck deutlich höher war als bei sich. Maria stöhne auf und sofort war eine Hand an ihrer Fotze und sie wichste sich was das Zeug hält.

Das wollte Tobi sich nicht entgehen lassen und kniff seinen Arsch so fest er konnte zusammen. Der Druck in seinem Darm war enorm doch er wollte durch halten.

Maria war wie in einem Traum. Auf Wolke 14 und immer höher hinaus. Sie stöhnte und stöhne. Mittlerweile gingen 4 Finger in ihre Fotze rein – raus – rein – raus – rein – raus….

Der Druck in ihrem Arsch wurde groß – sehr groß. Hoffentlich kann Tobi bald nicht mehr – dachte Sie nur. Viel schaffte Sie nicht mehr. Sie hatte wohl etwas zu hoch gepokert mit dem Wasserdruck. Egal sie gibt sich nicht die Blöße vor Tobi.

Tobi konnte mittlerweile nicht mehr kneifen sondern er musste pressen. Der Plug und das Wasser wollten raus. Er konnte überhaupt nicht glauben, das Maria soviel aushielt. Wobei Sie sich durch das Hardcorewichsen selbst ablenkte und den, ja fast schon Schmerzen aus ihrem Darm. Sie hatte die Augen fest zugekniffen.

Maria drehte sich unbewusst in der Dusche und – Zack – er war um Tobi geschehen. Als Maria sich drehte sah er es. Ihr sonst so extrem flacher Bauch war nicht mehr flach. Marias Bauch war gewölbt und zwar nicht zu knapp. Ihr Bauch sah aus als ob sie Schwanger ist und sie massierte ihren wunderschönen Bauch

Jetzt war es um Tobi geschehen. Mit einem letzten Stöhnen und einem starken Pressen schoss er den Plug aus seinem Arsch und das Wasser direkt hinter her. Im selben Moment spritze er auch sein Sperma ab und was für Mengen.

Maria bemerkte dass er endlich den Plug ausgeschissen hatte und die stöhne nur vor Geilheit und Scherzen. Ihr Bauch war gespannt und sie dachte sie würde platzen. Sie rief “TOBI! Schau!” – Tobi schaute seine “schwangere” Maria an. Sie nahm die Hand vom Bauch und führte sie zur Mischbatterie. Doch sie stellte nicht ab – nein – mit einem letzten Grinsen stellt sie den Wasserdruck auf voll. Dann schrie sie nur noch. Ja – sie schrie ihre Geilheit raus und dachte nur – mein erstes High Pressur Enema – krass.

Mit der nächsten Handbewegung ihrer Finger in der Fotze schrieh sie auf, ließ sich in der Dusche zu Boden sinken. Der Schlauch, noch immer mit vollem Wasserdruck, wurde aus ihrem Arsch geschossen und Maria selbst entleerte sich, fast ohnmächtig, in die Dusche.

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Merhaba sikiş severler ben evli bir bayanım ve kocamla iyi bir ilişkimiz var ama kocamın penisi küçük olduğu için fazla beni doyuramıyordu bende izlediğim porno filmleri sayesinde koca penisleri görmüş ve neden benide iri yaraklı biri sikmesin diye hayal ediyorum her neyse kocamla bir tatil beldesine tanıştık ve orda aradığımı orda buldum şimdi size anlatacağım bu hikaye beni çok zevke getrimiş ve koca yarak özlemimi bitirmişti .
Oraya yerleştikten sonra ilk akşam yemek sırasında kocam masaya animatör şefi olan zenci Dan ile geldi(dan onun takma ismiydi), sanki 40 yıllık arkadaşlarmış gibi gülüyolardı.
Ne olduğunu anlamadan kocam bizi tanıştırdı,Dan daha önce bodrum ve antalyada çeşitli otellerde çalışmış olduğundan biraz türkçe biliyor ve türkleri çok seviyordu.
Dan 185 civarı kaslı,yapılı bi adamdı ama yüzü çokta yakışıklı değildi.
Danle tanıştım iri dudaklarıyla elimi öptüm yanıma oturdu ilk önce biraz türkçe sohbet ettik ardından ingilizce sohbete devam ettik.
Sohbetin ardından dan bizi akşam ki gösteriye çağırdı memnuniyetle geliriz dedik, biz yemeğe devam ederken o masaları dolaşıp misafirleri davet etti ve bayanlara yakın oluşu o flörtt havası dikkatimi çekti.

Gece gösteriye gittik dans ve akrobasi show vb yaptılar ve en sonunda seyirciler arasından bazı kişileri seçip çift olarak dans etmeye başladılar.
Dan bana geldi ve elimden tutup kaldırmak istedi,şaşırdım güldüm olmaz dedim kocama baktım oda hadi git dedi ve kalktım.
Dan’le dans etmeye başladık,üstümde çok kısa bi elbise vardı ve altımda g-string Dan beni sağdan sola savururken elbisemin altından çok frikik verdim,göz ucuyla kocama baktım mutlu gözüküyodu.
Dan e elbisem açılıyo çok hızlı dans etmeyelim dedim oda bana ‘burda ki beyler biraz güzel kalça gördü fena mı ’ diyip güldü sonra elini kalçama atıp tutuyim elbiseni açılmasın dedi.
O sırada uzun zamandır hissetmediğim bi heyecan hissettim.
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Kasıklarımdan bütün vücuduma bi sıcaklık yayıldı(kocam yatakta çok iyi olmasada ortalama sevişirdi ama içten içe her zaman beni zevkten boşaltabilecek büyük penisli kaslı birini hayal etmişimdir)o sırada aklım daha önce Aslı arkadaşımın banaanlattığı zenci bir adamla yaşadığı deneyime gitti,bana günlerce adamın onu nasıl becerdiğini ve sevgilisinin penisinden 2-3kat daha büyük penisi olduğunu anlatmıştı.
Dans bitti ve kocamın yanına gittim ,birileriyle konuşup gülümsüyodu.
Odamıza gittik bana ‘bu gecede iyi şov yaptın erkekler kalçandan gözlerini alamadılar ‘dedi gülerek,bende gülüp kusura bakma aşkım ama dansa kalkmıyim demiştim dedim.
Oda gülüp neyse Dan problemi çözdü zaten dedi.
O gece çok ateşli bi şekilde seviştik ve uyumadan önce Dan i hayal ettim.
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Ertesi sabah uyandık kahvaltımızı yaptık,gözlerim Dan i aradı aama göremedim.
Plaja geçtik iskelede uzanırken kocam odadan şapkamı alıp geleceğim dedi ve gitti.
ben yüzüstü yatmış güneşlenirken üzerime gölge şişli escort düştü bende ‘geldin mi hayatım ‘dedim sonra Dan in sesi ‘evet aşkım ben geldim’ dedi aksanlı türkçesiyle.
lafını dedikten sonra elimi kalçama attı ve güldü ‘aah kocan çok şanslı bi adam bi süreliğine senin sevgilin olduğumu düşündüm’diyip güldü.
Neden bilmiyorum Dan i gördüğüm için çok mutlu olmuştum,şezlonguma oturdu ve sohbet etmeye başladık,eşimi sordu odaya gitti dedim ‘o zaman bizim için biraz yaramazlık zamanı ‘diyip ayağımı öptü ve öpmesiyle ayağımdan vajinama bi alev topu yolladı,şok oldum kendimi kaybedip onu öpebilirdim ama Dan o sırada güldü ve yine espri yaptığını anladım.
Ardından kocam geldi sohbete devam ettik,kocama benim ne kadar güzel ve seksi olduğumu ve onun ne kadar şanslı olduğunu anlatıp durdu.
Bi ara kocamın göbeğine dokunup ama şu göbeği biraz yok et ki altta ki küçük adam seksi eşini daha çok mutlu etsin dedi.

Şaşırdım kocam buna kızar sanıyodum ama türk göbeği diyip güldü, Dan devam etti ve bayanlar karın kaslarını çok daha fazla sever diyip ayağımı karnına koydu ve istemsiz olarak karın kaslarını okşadım ayağıyla bak gördün mü diyip güldü bende endişeli bi şekilde güldüm.
Sohbetin sonunda bu gece otel diskosunda shot party olduğunu ve kesin gelmemiz gerektiğini söyledi.
Gün içinde havuzda ki yarışmalarda ve oyunlarda Danle iyice yakınlaştık beni kucağına almaları,tutup çekmeleri sırasında fiziksel temasımız üst derecedeydi ve sık sık erekte olmasada büyük olan penisini hissedip zevk aldığımı fark ediyordum.
O akşam yemek öncesi en seksi iç çamaşırlarımı,elbisemi ve topuklularımı giydim,eşim bana şakayla karışık ne bu hazırlık dedi, bende ‘sevgilim Dan için hazırlanıyorum’ dedim,aklımdan geçen ağzımdan çıkmıştı ilk başta kal geldi sonra gülüp aman kimin için olucak bütün hatunlar nasıl giyiniyo benim neyim eksik aşkım dedim,kocamda ‘haklısın karıcım’dedi.
Yemek sonunda Dan masaya geldi,direkt yanıma oturup masanın altından elini bacağıma koydu ve iltifatlara başladı.
eli nerdeyse kasıklarıma kadar gelmişti,yine çok heyecanlanmıştım biraz daha sohbetin ardından gece partiye gelin diyip ayrıldı.
Gece oldu diskoya gittik,baya kalabalıktı gözlerim Dan i aradı ama göremedim.
Kocamla barda shot atmaya başladık ve bi kaç shottan sonra arkadam biri sarıldı ve kalçamda büyük bi penis hissettim,Dan gelmişti ve yine beni heyecanlandırdı.
Sohbete başladık bize hızla 2-3 shot daha attırdı ve beni dansa çekti.
Fazla alkole alışık biri olmadığım için kafam gerçekten iyi olmuştu ve kocama bile bakmadan Dan le dans etmeye başladık,dans sırasında yine elleri kalçamdaydı ve sık sık elbisemin üstünden dayıyodu,penisini hissettikçe bende zevke geliyodum.
Kocam o sırada shotlara devam ediyodu ve iyice sarhoş oldu,Dan kocamı gösterip ‘bu gece ondan performans bekleme ama bu gece çok daha iyi bi performansa sahip olabilirsin’ dedi ve güldü.
ne diyeceğimi tuzla escort bilemedim sonra eşim geldi yanımıza biraz dans ettik 3ümüz ve eşim ayakta duramayacak hale geldi.
Onu alıp odaya götürücektim ama Dan gelip ben götürürüm sen bekle dedi,itiraz ettim ama kabul etmedi ve gittiler.
Bende oturup 1-2 shot daha attım ve Dan geldi,bar sandalyesinde oturuyodum ve direkt olarak yanıma gelip bacaklarımın arasına girdi elleriyle kalçalarımı tutup beni boynumdan öpmeye başladı,inanılmaz bi şekilde yanıyodum beni kucaklayıp piste götürdü ve tekrar dans etmeye başladık,kalçamı dayayabildiğim kadar dayıyodum penisine ama aklımdan en fazla bu kadar daha başka bişey yapma ışıl diye tekrarlıyodum kocamı aldatmak istemiyodum.

Dansa devam ettik ve elimi penisine götürdü dan,şortunun üstünden penisini okşamaya başlamıştım duramıyodum çok iriydi.
Sonra beni çekip arka taraftan barın yanından bi yere götürdü nereye diye soramadan diskodan çıktık ve bungalovların önüne kaldık (animatörlerin kaldıkları bungalovlar) Dan dur gelemem dedim ve beni çekip dudaklarımı yapıştı kucakladı,yine kendimi kaybetmiştim iri dudaklarını ısırıp sömürüyodum ellerimi kaslı vücudunda gezdiriyodum bi anda kendimi oda da buldum beni yatağa fırlattı kucağından.
Tam tekrar kendime geldim derken Dan i karşımda çıplak gördüm ve tam anlamıyla kendimden geçtim.
Tam kalkmamış penisi iri ve kalın bi şekilde aşşağı doğru sarkıyodu gözlerimi alamıyodum.
Bana her zaman ki sırıtışıyla gördüğü sevdin he ? dedi ve elimi uzatıp penisinden yakaladım kendime çektim.
çıldırmış gibi penisini yalıyodum ağzımda sertleşmesini hissettim o kocaman zenci yarrağın,tamamen sertleştiğinde yarısını bile ağzıma alamıyodum (normalde kocamın erekte penisinn tamamını ağzıma alırım) penisine tekrar baktım ve nasıl bu kadar büyük diye düşündüm.
Bana ‘kocanın ufaklığından çok daha büyük di mi ?’ dedi ve ben cevap veremeden tekrar ağzıma soktu,boğazıma kadar sokup beni nefessiz bırakıyodu.
Sonra beni soymaya başladı ilk başta ayakkabılarımı çıkardı ve ayaklarımı dizlerime kadar yaladı,sonra elbisemi ve iç çamaşırlarımı çıkarıp üstüme çıktı tekrar sevşimeye başladık,mükemmelda kocaman penisini vücüduma çarpıyodu ve elleri vajinamın etrafında dolaşıyodu, şimdiden sırılsıklam olmuştum ve biraz aşşağı inip yalamayı başladı.
Dili vajinamın içinde dolaşıyodu,yine kendimden geçmiştim tırnaklarımla kazınmış kafasına baktırıyodum ve ilk defa zevkten inliyodum inanılmaz yalıyodu amımı.
ben gözlerimi kapamış zevkten kudururken bi anda bacaklarımı omuzlarına aldı ve gözlerimi açtığımda o kocaman penisini amıma yaklaştırıyodu,bi anda korkmaya başladım çok büyüktü ve hiç o kadar büyük bişey girmemişti amıma.
Güldü korktun galiba dedi bende cesaretimi toplayıp hayır dedim ve sikini amıma sürtmeye başladı, 1-2 dk böyle devam etti ve artık sok diye çığlık attım ve başını içimde hissettim,sadece başı bile kocamdan daha fazla zevk pendik escort veriyodu,biraz daha ilerleyip yarısını soktu ve vajinamın dolduğunu hissettim,yarısında git gel yapıyodu ve hem zevkten hem acıdan inliyodum,amımın ilk defa o kadar genişlediğini görmüştüm,sonra bana artık bu kadar ısınma yetmiştir umarım diyip üstüme doğru yüklendi ve o koca yarrağın hepsi amıma girdi istemsiz bi şekilde çığlık attım adeta mideme kadar hissediyodum içimde penisi,tırnaklarımı omzuna batırdım itmeye çalıştım ama milim oynamadı,biraz geri çekti kalçasını ve öpüşmeye başladık tekrar o sırada git gel yamaya devam etti ve sonunda kadar sokuyodu.
inanılmaz bi zevk alıyodum.

Ardından içimden çıktı ve doggy pozisyonuna geçtik,hiç bekletmeden arkamdan kökledi ve beni hayvan gibi sikmeye başladı,resmen amımı dağıtıyodu çığlık çığlığa kalmıştım çarşafları sıkmaktan ellerim bile acıyodu,ama dan durmadan aynı tempoda devam etti,bi süre sonra acı azaldı ve zevk artmaya başladı her vuruşunda amımda bişeyler hissediyodum ve en sonunda daha önce hiç tecrübe etmediğim bişey oldu ve bi anda altıma işedim sandım,amımdan şırıl şırıl sular geliyodu ama kısa bi süre sonra boşaldığımı anladım bu Dan in çok hoşuna gitti ve bana ‘demek squirter’sın dedi ve beni becermeye devam etti.
10dk daha inanılmaz bi şekilde beni becerdikten sonra içime boşaldı ve o sırada fark etmiştim ne kondom takıyodu nede içime boşalmamaya dikkat etmişti.
Uzandık ve amımdan akan spermleri elleyip tadına baktım ilk defa kocamdan başkası amıma boşalıyodu.
O gece sabaha kadar devam ettik ve Dan 4 kere(bende bi o kadar)boşaldık.
Hayatımda hiç denemediğim pozisyonlarda inanılmaz bi şekilde becerdi beni Dan.
Ağzıma yüzüme amıma her yerime boşalmıştı.
Ertesi gün öğlen 3 te uyanmıştık,Kocam defalarca beni aramıştı telefondan.
Danle sahil tarafına gittik ve kocamı gördüm,bizi görünce şaşırdı.
Ben hala gece elbisesiyleydim ve becerildiğim her halimden belli oluyodu(özellikle bakirelik kaybetmiş genç kız gibi yürümemden)zaten saklamaya niyetimde yoktu.
Kocam nerdeydin hayatım dedi ve kucağını oturup Danleydik hayatım diyip onu öpmeye başladım.
Kızacağını düşünüyodum onu yumuşatmak için öpüyodum,Dan arkadan ‘adamım gerçekten çok şanslısın bu bayan yatakta inanılmaz bu gece 3ümüz olmalıyız ‘dedi ve gitti.
O sırada eşimin penisinin sertleştiğini hissettim altımda şok olmuştu,bende hiç bozuntuya vermeden aşkım dün gece çok sarhoş olmuştun dan seni odaya bıraktı sonra bütün geceyi beraber geçirdik,sanırım seninde hoşuna gitti bu olay dedim penisini göstererek.
Aşkım defalarca boşaldım diyip odaya doğru gitmeye başladım,üstümü değişip gelicem detayları anlatırım dedim ve yürümeye devam ettim.
kocamda hala şaşkın bakış vardı ve ufak penisi şortunun altında taş gibi olmuştu ama olsun belkide anlamştı ama oda bana çaktırmadan birlikte yürümeye devam ettik kocamın yarağı daha dimdikti ama ben koca yarağın  tadını almıştım artık kocamın küçük penisi beni doyuramayaca bunu biliyordum ama yinede eve geçtikten sonrada kocam beni yatak odasına attı be beni sikmeye başladı ama hiç canım yanmıyordu ama diğer yarak bana girdikçe gözlerimde yaşlar akıyordu yarak sanki bğırsaklarımı dışarı çıkarıyordu ve kocam beni siktikten sonra içime boşaldı ve beraber uykuya daldık.
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This routine went on for most of the morning, as I accomplished some chores…then treated myself to some idle minutes under the cloudless sky, soaking up the sunshine in my stars and stripes bikini. I had just dumped another toasty load of wash on the bed, with the intention of folding it, when I gave in to the distracting erotic thoughts and feelings I was experiencing from having been in the sun. I figured, the wash could wait…

I retrieved my purple vibrator from my lingerie drawer, and took off the bikini bottoms. Laying back, I pulled the triangle top to the sides so I could caress myself there as well. Closing my eyes, I sought one of my tried-and-true fantasies to accompany my play. Was lost in the scenario my imagination provided, and did not hear the door to the bedroom open.

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Kevin said, “What I would really love, Rose, would be to watch you finish. You look incredible. So erotic, and beautiful. Please let me see how you pleasure yourself?” Blushing, I nodded ‘Yes’. I closed my eyes, and focused on his soft voice, as he sat on the edge of the bed, at the bottom. He had a full view of everything, from there.

I slid the purple vibe over the slippery center of my flower, as he encouraged me. He said, “Ohhhyes, Rose. That’s the spot, feels good, doesn’t it? I want to kiss you all over. Especially there. Mmmmm…I am so hard for you now I may explode in my pants!” He actually chuckled, but the lust in his soft voice was unmistakable. “I want you to make more of that sweet çorlu escort honey for me, Rose. Am going to bury my face there…oooh yes, that’s it. Yeah? I can see how much you love it.”

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“Rose, I can smell you from here. Your honey drips all the way to the sheet. How I want you!” I gasped, getting closer to my goal. “That’s it, my dream. Don’t stop. Take me with you.” An animal quality had crept into his voice then. He spoke again, “You never fail to amaze me, Rose. Just when I think you can’t get more beautiful, you do. Could never tire of looking at you. Ahhh…yesss…there, I see. You are almost there. Yeah? Yeah? That’s it. Do it. Let me see. Make lots more juicy sweetness for me.” I trembled, and felt the rise of gooseflesh. My nipples hardened without any ümraniye escort help from me. “I am going to taste you. Call my name when you cum. The way you tell me you do, when I am not here. MMMMMMMMmmm, now. Yeah. Show me.”

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He missed no time, putting his mouth right on the place he’d been watching as I played; thrusting his tongue up inside, moaning into my sex. My brain experienced something akin to the twang of a guitar string, as I lost myself in the sensation of his mouth savoring me. The next one was even better than the first, as I thrust myself into his face. He completed me as his flesh filled mine, and started the slow dance that was the lovemaking we shared…time suspended, as our bodies fused as one. We rolled around until the sheets were damp with our lust, and our hearts were overflowing with desire…bringing pleasure to each other for several hours.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and awoke to scattered laundry on the bedroom floor. I smiled, and raised one eyebrow as I took in the mess we’d made. He grinned, and shrugged and said, “Forget the wash. It can wait. I have something more pressing to give you now.” My smile told him all he needed to know, as the 2nd day of my summer vacation began.

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derken 2-3 saat geçti olacak gibi değil ben artık dayanamadım yeter geleceğim dedim bekle dedi yarım saat falan geçti gitti dedi bende eve çıktım ama ne göreyim benim hatun sırt dekolteli bir kıyafet mini etek olamaz böyle bir şey dayanamadım hemen atladım ayak üstü ben becerdim bana senin geleceğinden korktu ondan yapamadığının yorumunu yaptı bende ara geri çağır o zaman dedim.
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fazla geçmeden kapı çaldı ben balkona saklandım.
5 dk geçmeden öpüşerek odaya girdiler özlem hemen adamı soydu.
oral yapamaya başladı adam 2 dk da boşaldı banyoya gitti özlemde üzerini çıkarıp fantazi iç giyimlerini giydi tolga geri geldi ve bu defa o oral yapmaya başladı en az yarım saat orala yaptı yalaya yalaya defalarca boşaldı özlem sabahın 4 üne kadar tolga beş defa boşaldı bende balkonda 3 defa boşaldım artık bitmiştim son seferde tolga tekrar banyoya gitti bende fark ettirmeden salona geçip uyudum.
sabah kalktığımda içeriden sesler halen geliyordu tolga öldüm artık yeter senin gibi sini görmedim diyordu.
kafayı uzatıp baktığımda adan sırt üstü uzanmış özlem üzerinde zıplıyordu.
ben tekrar saklandım ve bitmesini bekledim sıkılmıştım özlemin telefonunu aradım özlem açmadan kocam arıyor o eve gelmek üzere iken hep arar sen hızlıca git dedi tolga da uçarak evden çıktı bu bizim için ilk deneyimdi daha sonra tolga gibi iki şanslı erkekte oldu.
eşim doyumsuz değilmiş amacı başka erkekler lede yatmakmış bunu anladık herkese bol fantaziler dileği ile kendinize iyi bakın arada sırada değişik fantaziler yapmak iyidir.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The events of Barbarian Legends occur many years before the events of Barbarian Tales.

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CITY OF YELEDOR

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The man clutched his throat, gave a gurgling moan and keeled over, froth pouring from his lips, vile green stuff oozing from his nostrils. He lay on his back and frantically beat the muddy ground with his fists, then all the strength seemed to leave him. His limbs twitched feebly in a final spasm, then he gave a last long groan and lay still. His skin began to bubble and his flesh visibly rotted. After a short moment, only the man’s clothes and some black goop remained.

The people in the street all around looked at each other in fright, then raced away as fast as they could. Beggars crawled away from their resting places. A one-legged cripple hopped away, leaving behind his crutch in his haste. Peddlers abandoned their stalls, disappearing into their buildings and locking their doors. The rich that coincidentally passed by urged their palanquin bearers to greater speed. Within seconds, the street was all but deserted. Throughout the hubbub of the departing crowd ran one word – plague!

Girn the barbarian glanced around the suddenly empty street. He had enough experience with death to know that this wasn’t normal. Especially so as it reminded him of the goblin assassins. They had also been reduced to a black, slimy substance when they were killed. First the sewers, next the assassins, then the Office of Ingenuity, and now what? Spreading disease through the city? Those bloody goblins wouldn’t leave Yeledor alone.

“Girn, I’m frightened.”

Girn glanced at Mina, her face pale and her eyes wide. She ran a hand through her black hair, then brought it back to her mouth. Her lip quivered slightly.

“Nothing to be frightened of,” Girn said. “The man is dead and gone.”

“It’s what killed him that scares me. It looks like he died of yet another new plague variant.”

Plagues were terrible things. They could strike anywhere, kill anyone, rich or poor. No one knew what caused them. Some said the influence of daemon worshippers. Some said they were the wrath of the gods on sinful humanity. The only certainty with plague was that there was very little that you could do to save yourself once you caught it, save pray. Such virulent diseases could baffle the best of physicians and the most potent of mages. Girn took a step towards Mina and moved to put his arm around her reassuringly. She shied away, as if he carried whatever disease had killed the poor man.

“I don’t have the plague,” he said, hurt.

“You never know.”

“I know,” he said fiercely. “Barbarians don’t get the plague!” Girn glanced down at the black residue of the man.

“Poor soul,” Mina said. “Another loss for the man’s family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Take a look. There’s a white tulip on his tunic, the symbol of Zoaris. She’s the Goddess of Death, Mistress of the afterlife. He’d just been to a funeral.”

“Well, now he’s going to his own,” Girn said softly.

Mina hit him in the shoulder. “Don’t be disrespectful, there isn’t even anything left of him to bury.”

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“That’s the ninth death today from those new diseases that I’ve heard of,” Hans said when Girn told him the news. “The lads in the bar are talking about nothing else. They’ve a sweepstake going on how many it will be by nightfall.”

In a grim way, Girn was glad of this news. For the past few days, the citizens had talked of nothing but the burning down of the Office of Ingenuity. Most claimed it was sabotage perpetrated by daemon worshippers. Girn continually felt inklings of guilt as he was reminded of his own participation in the event. Could he have prevented the burning while also eliminating the looting goblins? It had mostly been that machine of war that had caused damage.

“What do you think?” Girn asked, looking around at how many people were present. The bar was packed to capacity, and the inevitable jostling was already causing friction. Girn felt certain there would be trouble this evening.

“I had put my money on it being ten, but it looks like it’s going to be a lot more by the end of the day.”

“I meant, what do you think caused it?” Girn said. “Where do the diseases keep coming from? How do you think they spread?”

“I’m not a physician, Girn, I’m a bartender. One thing’s for sure, though,” Hans said and leant closer to Girn. “It’s good for business. Soon as plague comes, people hit the taverns. They want to forget about it as quick as they can.”

“Maybe they want to die drunk.”

“There’s worse ways to die, Girn.”

“That there is,” Girn agreed, having seen his fair share of men dying tuzla escort in horrible, painful ways.

“Well, you’d better get over there and stop those mercenaries drawing knives on each other, or we’ll soon have a graphic demonstration of just that.”

“I’ll deal with it.” Girn moved to hastily intervene in the dispute. In a few seconds he had far more immediate dangers to worry about than the plague; he ducked swings and avoided knife-thrusts. He caught two of the mercenary’s squabbling comrades by the scruffs of their necks and hauled them upright. Girn ran them out the door into the muddy streets.

“Don’t come back!” he bellowed out into the street. Girn turned to survey the bar. As Hans had predicted, it was full. Slumming nobles mingled with half the cut-throats of the city. A big band of merchants fresh in from a southern caravan route were spending their money like there was going to be no tomorrow.

Maybe they were right, Girn thought; maybe there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. Maybe all the streetcorner lunatics were right. Maybe the end of the world was coming. Certainly the world had ended today for that man who had died in the street gutter. Girn could hear the word ‘plague’ being discussed at every table. It was as if there were no other topic of conversation in the whole damned city.

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“I know you don’t have the plague,” Mina said, snuggling closer to Girn on the pallet they shared. She slid her hand down his torso and teasingly caressed very close around the base of his cock. “You don’t have to keep telling me. Really, I wish you’d just shut up about it.”

“I’m simply trying to reassure you,” he said, grabbing her wrist and guiding her hand down the length of his shaft, gradually hardening. He began to kiss her hungrily. In response, Mina grabbed his now erect cock firmly and stroked from base to tip and back.

Mina broke the kiss and dove under the covers. Girn felt her placing kisses along his body on the way down, finally licking along his shaft and taking his tip in her mouth. Her tongue flicked around his cockhead and casually her head began to bop as she took more in between her lips.

Girn pulled away the covers to watch the gorgeous raven-haired beauty work his cock down her throat. It didn’t take long before she was gagging on his cock, spit and precum mingling to wet her lips and his shaft.

“I want your cock in me,” she moaned. She spat one more time on his slick cock as lubrication and climbed on top of him, straddling his crotch. She slid with her wet folds along his shaft, then gyrated her hips and worked his tip into her pussy without needing her hands to align his cock. That moment of penetration was always electric.

“Damn, Mina, I forgot how tight you are,” Girn grunted.

“You’re just so big,” she moaned, as though it were some sort of explanation. She already had to force the words out between deep breaths and shallow moans. Mina focused on impaling herself on Girn’s large cock. He could feel her pussy contract around his cock. After a moment, it relaxed and Mina was able to slide in a little bit further down. Like that, Girn slid slowly deeper and deeper inside Mina.

Finally, their bodies were pressed together, with Girn’s cock pressed deep into Mina. His cock gave her the distinct sensation of being both full and physically desperate for more at the same time. Slowly, she lifted herself, leaving only the tip inside. Mina repeated the process, sliding inch by satisfying inch down Girn’s cock, until he was once again deep inside her.

“Are you ready?” he whispered. Mina nodded.

Girn thrust upward, hard and deep. Their bodies clapped together. Mina moaned as Girn hit all the right spots even deeper inside her. She steadied herself against the forceful thrusts that followed. Girn placed his hands under her thighs, using them to lift and lower Mina in long, deep movements. Their passionate fucking brought Girn to his climax, much faster than usual.

“Oh, fuck… I’m going to cum…” Girn grunted.

“Cum deep in my pussy!” Mina begged, pushing back against his body to meet the next stroke. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock.

Girn released a deep, guttural groan. He pulled her body tightly against his own, his cock deep inside her pussy as he shot his load. His cock twitched and throbbed as he emptied his load. His thick, warm ropes of cum filled the depths of Mina’s pussy. Mina waited for a moment, ensuring that every drop had left his cock, then slowly slid off Girn. As his cock withdrew, a thick drip ran from her pussy and slid down her thigh.

Mina traced a finger along his still-throbbing cock. With a devilish grin, she bent over Girn, gripped the base of his thick cock, and pressed it into her warm mouth. She ran her tongue over the tip and swallowed what she could suck out. Mina worked Girn’s large cock again to the back of her throat. When she had cleaned him well enough, she sat up straight and smiled pendik escort at Girn. He smiled back and sneezed.

“You sneezed!” Mina said.

“The sun tickled my nose,” Girn said, well aware that he was lying. He didn’t know where that sneeze came from.

Mina suddenly began to cough hackingly. She covered her mouth with one hand but her whole body shook. Tears had started to appear in the corner of the girl’s eyes. “Oh Girn,” she said. “Do you think I have the plague?”

“No. Absolutely not,” Girn replied, but he was far from certain. “Get dressed,” he said. “We’ll go and see a doctor.”

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Shaman Utkut basked in the warm glow of triumph. His intricately woven scheme had succeeded and his rival Wrench Claw-Arm’s plan to seize all of the technological secrets from the human Office of Ingenuity had been thwarted. Utkut bared his yellow teeth in a hideous grin when he considered Wrench’s discomfiture. He had made the proud Clan Arx engineer grovel in the dirt before his whole army while he explained what he had been doing. He had berated Wrench for almost jeopardising the whole glorious campaign to assault Yeledor by his ill-considered actions, and sent him slinking off with trembling legs.

Now Wrench had retired to his chambers to sulk, while he waited for reinforcements to arrive from Goblingard to replace the warriors he had lost on the surface. With any luck no new warriors would come. Wrench might even be recalled to Goblingard to explain his actions to his superiors. Perhaps, Utkut thought, with a word in the right ear this course of action could be encouraged.

The curtain which separated Utkut’s private burrow from the rest of the Underground was wrenched open and a small goblin entered the chamber. Reflexively Utkut summoned the energy to blast the interloper to atoms, an eerie glow of dark magic surrounding his hand. But then he saw that it was only Tix Gur.

“Grave news, most potent of shamans!” Tix screeched, then fell silent as he noticed the aura of magic which surrounded the shaman. “No! Please! Most merciful of masters, don’t kill me!”

“Never, on pain of death most excruciating, ever burst into my chambers unannounced again,” Utkut said, not relaxing his vigilance for a moment. After all, you could never tell when an assassination attempt might happen. Jealous rivals were everywhere.

“Yes, most perceptive of shamans. Never again shall it happen. Only…”

“Only what? Out with it!”

“Only I bring most important tidings, great one.”

“What would those be?”

“I have heard rumours-“

“Rumours? Do not barge into my sacred chambers and talk to me about rumours!”

“Rumours from a usually reliable source, greatest of authorities.”

Utkut nodded. That was different. Over the past few days Utkut had come to have a certain respect for Tix’ host of informants. The little goblin had a talent for ferreting out information that rivalled even Utkut’s… almost. “Go on. Speak! You’re wasting my precious time!”

“Of course! I have heard rumours that Leprous Foulbreath and his chief acolytes have left the Underground and went surfacewards to the humancity of Yeledor, there to establish a secret hideout.”

What could the Clan Pathos abbot be up to, thought Utkut, his mind reeling? What did this signify? It inevitably meant some sort of treachery to the great goblin cause, some scheme to grab the glory that was rightfully Utkut’s. “Continue!”

“It may be that they took with them the Cauldron of Brutal Blight!”

Oh no, thought Utkut. The cauldron was one of the most hideously powerful artefacts that Clan Pathos was thought to possess. Utkut had heard dire tales of its powers. It was said to be the means of creating terrible diseases, an artefact also used to prevent the assassins from Clan Dagger to be captured and questioned. If the cauldron was on the surface somewhere, that could only mean Leprous Foulbreath meant to spread diseases among the humans.

Under normal circumstances, Utkut would have been only too pleased by such an eventuality, just as long as he was a thousand leagues away! Clan Pathos plagues had a habit of running out of control, of afflicting goblins as well as their intended victims. Only the diseasemongers themselves seemed immune. Many seemingly assured goblin triumphs had been undermined by just this occurrence. Now Clan Pathos were only supposed to unleash their creations by special authorisation of the Council of Goblinkind. The last thing Utkut wanted at this moment was his army destroyed by a runaway plague. He considered the implications still more. Of course, the Council did not argue with success. Perhaps the plague might succeed in weakening the humans without afflicting the goblin army. But if it succeeded, the Council of Goblinkind might extend its favour to Leprous Foulbreath, and withdraw its patronage from Utkut. Leprous might even be rewarded with the leadership of the invasion force.

Utkut maltepe escort considered. What else could be going on here? If the scheme was an honest effort to help the invasion, why had Utkut not been informed? He, after all, was supreme commander. No, this had to be some sinister scheme of Foulbreath’s to seize power. Something would have to be done about this treachery and this blatant defiance of the Council of Goblinkind’s edicts.

Then another thought struck Utkut. His agents on the surface had already made reports of new diseases spreading among the humans. Undoubtedly Leprous Foulbreath had already begun to implement his wicked plan. There was no time to waste!

“Tix! Where did those treacherous goblins go?”

“I know not, most lordly of lords. My agents could not say!”

“Find out quickly! Go! Wait! First, bring me parchment and pen.”

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The doctor was a busy man today; that much was obvious, thought Girn. There had been a queue stretching halfway around the block from his small and dingy office. It seemed like half the city was there, coughing and wheezing and hawking and spitting into the street. There was an air of barely suppressed panic. Once or twice Girn had seen people come to blows. This was useless, Girn decided. They would never see a physician today under these conditions, and the entrances of the temples were the same. There had to be a better way.

“Come on. I have an idea,” he said, grabbing Mina by her hand and pulling her from the queue.

“No, Girn, I want to see the doctor.”

“You will.”

Girn pulled her along streets to the rich quarter. They halted at an estate with a hanging board above the entrance. It read: Doctor Pazio’s Practise. Girn gave a his full sack of coins to the guard. It was all he had saved up since he had arrived in Yeledor. But if it could save Mina, then it was worth it.

Inside, Girn looked around Doctor Pazio’s chambers. He had to admit that it was quite a place. On the oak-panelled walls were framed certificates from several Universities across the continent. A massive portrait of the good doctor beamed down impressively from the middle of them all. Of course, for the fees that he charged, Pazio could certainly afford the services of a great portrait artist.

Girn glanced over the doorway. The doctor and Mina were in his consulting room. Girn had been left outside for the moment. He rose from the comfortable leather armchair and looked around. Along one wall was a collection of large glass jars which would not have been out of place in an alchemist’s shop. The bookshelves were lined with musty leather-bound books. Girn examined the titles and was surprised to discover that only half of them were medical in nature. The rest dealt with a variety of subjects, from natural history to the motion of Extradimensional Planes. It seemed that the doctor was indeed a well-read man.

“You are a scholar, mister Girn?”

Girn turned to find that Pazio had emerged from the consulting room. He was a short, slender man with a narrow, friendly face and a short, well-trimmed beard. He looked more like a successful merchant than a doctor. His robes were rich and there was not a sign of blood stains anywhere.

“I’ve read very little in my life,” he admitted.

“Never too late to start. I’m of a mind that a man should always improve his mind whenever there is an opportunity.”

“How is Mina?”

Pazio took off his glasses and breathed on them, then polished them on the hem of his robe. He beamed reassuringly. “She is fine. She has a common cold. That is all.”

Girn understood why the rich were so willing to pay for the services of this man. There was something hugely reassuring about his quiet soft-spoken voice and his calm, certain smile. “Not… not the plague then?”

“No. Not the plague. Nor any other alarming disease. Of that I am sure.” Mina emerged from the consulting room. She smiled at him. He smiled back. “I understand that you were exposed to a diseased victim yesterday, mister Girn,” the doctor said, suddenly all seriousness.

“Uhm, yes.”

“Best have a look at you then.”

“No need, doctor, we barbarians are immune to such diseases.”

“A bold claim. Still, let me see your arm.” For the next few minutes the doctor performed all manner of arcane rituals the like of which Girn had never seen. He touched his wrist and counted, while keeping track of a clock on the wall. He tapped Girn’s chest painfully. He looked into Girn’s eyes with a magnifying glass. This was not what Girn had expected. Where were the knives, and salves, and leeches? Was this man some sort of charlatan? He was certainly most unlike any doctor Girn had ever encountered. His robes were not filthy and crusted with dried blood, for one thing. And the man was tanned, unusually so for a man who spent most of his life indoors. Girn mentioned this fact and Pazio looked at him sharply.

“I have spent time in the far South,” Pazio explained. “I studied medicine at the great University of Sahar Khan.” Girn looked at the wall. There was no diploma mentioning that place. Pazio obviously understood his train of thought, for he laughed. “They do not give degrees in Sahar Khan! By the time you leave you are either a healer or you are not. If you are not, no piece of paper will make you one.”

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Late in the afternoon on the sixth day, we found a place for our base camp. We had been climbing into the mountains for two days. We had ridden into cold driving rain since we had left Edina and Lani. The men had been happy to stay in garrison cities for the next two nights, but once we had headed into the mountains, we had left civilisation behind, and had camped out in the cold.

I had felt particularly cold on the fifth night. For the second time the captain had refused to give me my seed. I had cried in my frustration, I knew that I would get no more. But after that I suffered quietly. I was determined to overcome any challenge the captain threw at me; I had to, if I wanted to live. And I had discovered that I did want to live, very much. I had even begun to hope that I might survive this foolhardy expedition, and that I had more future than a whore.

I now knew that some in the squad had similar problems to mine. They were alcoholics, they needed to drink. The captain had said that while we were taking wine into the mountains, it would be strictly rationed, and no one was to get drunk. He had let them go for one last drink the second night we stayed in a garrison. We had left late on the fifth morning after that, a sorry looking bunch of men; all wet, some with hang overs. I was glad that at least I would know that there was no more seed. Although it was always possible that the captain had more yet.

While we unpacked, Gong used a huge hammer to drive a massive stake into the ground. Once he had finished, the captain called me over to the stake. “Undress” he said, while holding some chains and a manacle in his hand.

I shivered. In my head I saw myself, chained, naked and spread on the ground, with the men standing in a line to use me. Well, I had feared the worst, and now it would come to pass. Here would be my final payment for my innocence, the innocence that Bridget had taken from me, that same innocence I had taken from another. I could not keep the tears from my eyes as I pulled my clothes off. For the first time, the men would see me fully naked, though I had become used to sharing toilet stops with them. I took some small pleasure from the look on Gong’s face as I stripped, such naked pleasure at my naked body. When I had cast the last of my clothes on the ground, the captain gave me a blanket to wrap myself in.

“You will be chained to this stake until you have recovered. I will look after you until then. When you make too much noise, we will gag you. Scar is going to build you a shelter, and you will have blankets to keep warm.”

I did not reply. I decided to say as little as I could while I was chained. I would be dumb. I sat with my legs crossed and my hands on my knees in the meditation pose that the lecherous healer had taught me while I was still his apprentice. I chanted an old calming chant under my breath while they attached my chain and Scar built me a simple shelter with some sticks and a hide.

The captain came to me after the men had eaten and gave me my meal. He sat and watched me eat. When I finished he pulled a small bag from his pocket. “This is the last of the seed” he said. Just out of my reach he built a small pile of wood for a fire, and placed the bag on top of it. Then he left and returned with a burning branch. He was as surprised as I was that I had not moved to see if I could reach the seed while he was gone.

I watched the seed burn. So much was going up in flames with it. Though I didn’t know the future, I knew maltepe escort that the last remnants of Zia, whore and seedie, burned in front of my eyes. Soon I would arise from the flame, to build a new life.

The captain looked at me with compassion in his piercing eyes. “Good luck” he said. There was a finality in his voice, as if he would not be speaking to me again.

“Do I get a final request?” I asked him.

“And what might that be?”

“If you could get my girly bag.” He nodded, and I told him where to find it. When he came back, he gave me my hairbrush and things. Whatever I faced, it would be easier if I was looking my best.

As the evening progressed, I groomed myself. I combed every knot out of my dirty messy hair. I trimmed and plucked my eyebrows, legs and patch. I had learnt what it was that men liked, and I wanted to be at my best. And I meditated, chanting to myself while I waited for the desire to take me, feeling it growing, growing inside me. I told myself, as I chanted, that whatever came, I must retain my dignity. I must be quiet, I would simply meditate.

Sometime late in the evening I started losing my mind. I saw visions. Fire leapt from the ashes of my seed and burnt me alive, but I was only getting colder. My father came and laughed at me, and reached in and caressed my breasts. I was hanging in a gibbet, I couldn’t move to stop him. Then he suddenly changed into beast, terrible in form, and reached up to tear my neck with his horrible jaws. Then the captain leaned down, picked him from my off chest while I lay on the ground, and threw him into the sky where his falcon grabbed him like a small rodent, tearing him to pieces. And then, I believe, the madness truly took me.

I was cold and disorientated when I woke up. I groaned. My tongue was sore and swollen, and I was dreadfully thirsty. I tried to sit up, but I felt weak. I groaned again. Hands lifted me up, and water was placed to my mouth. I drank until it was taken away. “Enough” a voice said. I forced my eyes to open, and looked into the face of the captain. “What is your name?” he asked me. I groaned again. He gave me more water to drink.

“Zia” I said.

“Welcome back. I will bring you some food”.

While he was gone, I looked around. I was still chained to the stake, but we were somehow some where else, in a valley completely surrounded by high mountains. They had moved me. The captain came with small meal. I was ravenous, and wolfed it down. “More” I pleaded, but he refused me. I sniffed. I stunk. “I need to wash”. He nodded.

“Wait”.

He returned with another of the squad, Drowsy. Between them, they removed my chain. I pulled my stinky blanket tight, and the captain helped me stand, guiding me to a bubbling stream. I dropped the blanket and walked in. It was cold. Bitterly cold beyond anything I had ever experienced. I quickly washed myself and my hair, but I had lost all feeling in my fingers long before I had finished my hair. When I came out, the captain wrapped me a clean blanket and held me tight until I was merely very cold. I leaned in against him, enjoying his comfort and strength. This was the first time anyone had held me tight for a long time. The first time anyone had simply just cared about me since as long as I could remember. The feeling and the morning sun warmed me quickly.

When I could speak, I asked him how many days had passed. “It’s been eight days since I chained you manavgat escort to that stake.”

Eight days! But I had survived. Now that I was starting to warm up, I realised that I felt different. For the first time, I truly felt free of the seed. I laughed, great gales of laughter. I was free!

Well, not actually free at this point. The captain owned me. Now, truly, I knew, he owned me, and it was time for me to start paying my dues. I pulled away from the captain, opened the blanket, and presented myself to him. “I am yours, Master”. It was the first time I had called him that.

His eyes scanned my body, and he caught his breath. “Yes, and you are beautiful” he said. “But it’s too cold for that yet. Come with me and have some breakfast, and then we will talk about your duties”.

“How can I perform my duties when I haven’t had any thornstar for eight days?”

The captain smiled. “I’ve been making it for you, and making you have it.”

Oh really? How did I know that he made it correctly? Before breakfast he showed me how he made it: properly. The old healer had showed him, he said.

Over breakfast, the captain explained my duties. The men were divided into four teams of four, each on a four day cycle. They would go out on patrol for two days, staying somewhere overnight on the patrol. On the third day, they would patrol the main route through the mountains. On the fourth day, they had a rest day, during which they spent time resting and working on weapons and skills. Also, on that day, they would get a turn with me. The captain and his second in command Whistle were not on the four day cycle, and would get a turn with me as they had a chance. My duties were to make sure that the men were clean, healthy, and happy. They had set me up a little room to do my stuff in, and he would show it to me soon. And did I have any questions?

I didn’t even know what “my stuff” was. So the captain showed me inside a log cabin, which was still not complete. I was amazed at the size of the log cabin they had built, how much they had already done. It was fairly low, and dug out below into the ground. One end was curtained off with some heavy skins, and behind this was a small room with a bath and a bed in it. A small fire gave enough light to see by.

“A bath? How did that get here?”

The captain grinned. “Gong and Sock got it here. Ask them, I’m sure they’ll love to tell you the story”.

There was a channel of running water around the bath, and some complicated set up over the fire that looked like a way to fill to the bath with warm water.

“Your real job is to fill the bath with warm water, get them into it, and wash them, and give them a massage. And to watch their health. This winter will be hard for them, and you need to keep them going.”

And to give my body to them, I knew, that went without saying. But now I could see what my stuff was. The bed was a log bed on rocks, I would have to make it more comfortable somehow.

“This afternoon, if you are ready, you will have a practice run on me, I will give you this morning to sort all your stuff out and figure out the bath. Have one yourself.”

I looked at the captain and desire spread through my body and into my voice. “Oh, I’ll make sure that I’m ready.”

I spent the morning preparing the room and sorting out my things. Mostly I had things for healing or for pleasure. Just a few clothes were for me, and my girly bag. I folded şişli escort them in a corner, I still wasn’t sure where I’d be sleeping myself.

Many of my users had come for a simple suck and fuck. We had called them “In, In and Out” or “Simple Dicks”. But Tom had a list of special services that cost more. One of the special services was called “Saucy Bath Attendant” and I had played that role occasionally. Here, it would be more than a role. Another of the special experiences was called “Full Massage Treatment”, and I had done that a lot. The most expensive service we had offered was called “Pretend Girlfriend Experience”. Bridget had taught me those skills, using them on each other, and I knew that I would use them here.

I figured out the fire set up, and had a wonderful warm bath. If only I’d known about this bath earlier, I wouldn’t have frozen myself in that damned stream. I lay fully submersed in the warm water, caressing myself. It had been two weeks since I had last had sex, and to my surprise I was missing it, a lot. The anticipation of serving the captain was filling me with a pleasant warm feeling inside. I lifted myself onto the edge of the bath, and slipped a finger inside my slit, imagining kneeling down in front of the captain, both of us naked, taking his hardness in my mouth, his taste and strength filling me up.

I had to stop. I was quite noisy when I came, to which I was surprisingly close, and it wouldn’t do for anyone to hear what came next right now. Oh, how I wanted the captain. I had to resist the urge to pleasure myself as I dried myself with a blanket.

I looked through the few small clothes I had bought. Now was the time to put aside the travelling gear and wear some of the other clothes I had bought. I settled on a simple cotton sundress. I would keep the other few outfits hidden for later. I didn’t think the dress was quite warm enough for the weather, but I figured I wouldn’t be wearing it for long – it was fairly tight and short, and emphasized my breasts wonderfully. Given that I hadn’t tried it on when I bought it, I was pretty proud of my choice.

Whistle was outside with the captain, and no one else was around. The astounded hungry looks on their faces filled me with pleasure. I had never dressed like this before I came to the city, and after that it hadn’t really meant anything however I dressed or didn’t. The look on their faces, it gave me a wonderful feeling. I sat opposite them as we ate lunch, with my legs crossed, and the dress only just covering me. I felt as though sparks were flying across the small fire between us.

I bounced up, leant over the captain, and whispered into his ear. “Just let me get your bath ready, Sir.” I gave him the tiniest little growl. I walked seductively back to the log cabin. I was going to drive these men mad if I could.

When the bath was ready, I went out to call the captain, and found him hanging right outside the door of the log cabin. I pulled him into the cabin and kissed him passionately. I could feel his erection against me, he kissed me back hard. He led me into my room. I started undoing his belt, but he shuddered and stood back from me.

“Uh, hang on, there’s a couple of things we need to talk about first.”

I had never imagined seeing the great captain flustered but he definitely was right then. Nearly the only time I ever saw him flustered, actually.

“Yes, Master, anything you want”. I was nearly purring, pulling the hem of my dress up. How hard could I push him?

He shut his eyes. “Stop that – let us talk, then I will have you.”

I let go of my dress.

“Are you up for this? You only came back to us today.”

“Just try and hold me back.”

He nodded. “OK, just checking that you are ready.”

I was ready, no doubt about that. Finally, I was going to get my hands on him.

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———

This is one of a series of stories set in the Land of Etherium, a place out of time where wizards channeled mana and a host of creatures we call fairy tales roamed the lands. It is said these tales occurred almost 27,000 years ago before a set of cataclysms shaped the face of the earth and the fairy folk retreated or we in our smugness, no longer saw them.

In any case, they are just stories after all, aren’t they?

———

This is part five of the journey of Muddle to find a new Master to continue his magical education. If you haven’t read the first four parts, please do, things may make more sense if you are caught up. I’ll wait.

———

The next day dawned with a slight overcast, dulling the worst of the heat of the day.

Muddle got up and prepared himself for the journey into town. His last task was to address the frog.

“Mr. Frog, I have set the wards out about 5 feet from the house,” Muddle told the frog. “You are welcome to eat anything that still lurks inside, but do not come too close to the wards or you will find yourself with the uncontrollable urge to run away from the house. I should be home by nightfall but in case I am mistaken about how far it is in to town. I will return tomorrow. Stay well and I will see you soon.”

The frog blinked his eyes slowly and replied with a hearty, “Re-deep (‘Safe journey Master’).”

Muddle shook his head still marveling at hearing words overlaid on the frog’s croaking noises.

With that, he picked up his pack and left the house. He did remember to leave the front door open a crack to allow his familiar access to the outside.

A few steps later he entered the wards and had to suppress an overwhelming need to run. He knew they were there and he had felt their power before, but every time it was the same, he had to control himself from just running away until he cleared the outer edges.

The depth of the wards was only a few steps and soon Muddle was walking down the almost invisible track back to the main trail.

Turning towards the town, Muddle set a good walking pace and soon was lost with his thoughts. And a great many thoughts he had to ponder. Before he knew it, he walked out of the forest and could see the town across the farmer’s fields.

Forreston was a largish town or a smallish city depending on your frame of reference. It was big enough to have several vendors of most goods and services. Most of them resided on streets bearing the name of their occupation.

From memory, Muddle passed Baker Street and turned left on Wool Market Lane. About half way up the street he found Jeweler’s Court. It was quite obvious by the two guard houses on either side of the narrow street and if that wasn’t enough of a clue, the name was spelled out in large letters on the arch over the gate.

Muddle gently rang the bell mounted by the gate and a small mountain of a man appeared, squinting at him.

“What’cher want?” the mountain asked gruffly.

“I have found some small shiny stones in the mountains and I was wondering if any of the good masters would care to look at them and be interested in purchasing them from me,” said Muddle slowly as he rolled a clear red stone between his thumb and forefinger.

The eyebrows of the guard went up, then he turned and called to the other house, “Gwelph, I am going to escort this gentleman up to see the masters. Watch the gate.”

A muffled unintelligible reply came back, but apparently it was good enough. The first guard did something that clicked, and then the gate swung in. “Follow me,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Muddle.

In the end, Muddle sold two rubies and a small diamond to the jewelers. As he put the coins in his purse the head jeweler made a brief bow to Muddle and said, “Thank you for your business. Are you sure we can’t entice you with some of our finished products?” as he made a sweeping gesture to the fine jewelry displayed on the shelves.

“Thank you, but no,” said Muddle. “I am just here to buy some goods that I need and then to go home. I am afraid that I was hoping that I could get enough money with the two lucky rubies but I had to sell my last stone as well. Maybe next year I will go with the tinker to the mountains again and hope to have more luck.”

“Well, if you get lucky,” the head jeweler said, “please remember us favorably and bring your stones to us.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Muddle and he bowed to each of the jewelers before leaving. While bowing, he did see the head jeweler shake his head ‘no’ at the large guard who had never left Muddle’s side.

After hearing the clang of the gate behind him, Muddle let out a silent breath of relief at having escaped with his life. The jewelers had of course cheated him badly, but Muddle was expecting no less. Before going to the street of the jewelers, he had transferred the two rubies and one diamond şişli escort from the cache of stones that the naiad Selene had given him before he left Throgmorton.

Muddle thought to himself, “If they had only known how many stones Selene had given him, they would have slit my throat in a second.”

Putting those cheery thoughts aside, Muddle went in search of the glass makers.

By the early afternoon, Muddle had finished his shopping and headed back along the road back to his house.

Stopping briefly to slide the stack of glass and his other purchases into his largest bag of holding, he continued much faster not having to carry the bulky and heavy merchandise.

Thinking back over his purchases, Muddle was fairly content. Most of the other merchants dealt fairly and he was able to save some coins for his next shopping trip.

“I have bread for a month and several pound of different meats and enough vegetables to last for a while,” he thought to himself. “Shaking the coin purse to show that it was empty certainly put a frown on that squint eyed thief that had been following me. But now, I need to step up the pace or I won’t make home by dark.”

The rest of the trip home was quite uneventful. Muddle stopped brooding about the events of the last few days and just enjoyed the beauty of the forest road. Before he knew it, the turn off to the farm house was upon him. As he approached the farmhouse he made the gestures to open the wards and he stepped through to the house.

As he stepped in to the house, he saw his familiar lazing in the last sunbeam coming through the window.

“And how was your day, Mr. Frog?” Muddle asked.

“Re-deep (‘Very nice, plenty of crickets today’),” was the reply.

“Good,” said Muddle suppressing the shared memory of crickets crunching in his mouth.

Reaching into his backpack, Muddle retrieved the large bag of holding and pulled the precious sheets of glass out of it and stacked them carefully against the wall.

Going into the kitchen, Muddle pulled out the bag of holding that had the food and retrieved a loaf of bread and some cheese. Cutting the cheese and tearing a chunk off the bread, Muddle looked over and asked, “Would you like me to continue the story tonight, or should we just turn in early?”

“Re-deep (‘Story, please’),” said the frog while hopping into the kitchen.

“All right,” Muddle said laughing. “Let me think where we left off.

“Oh yes. My wife had just walked off to catch up to her father and the cart. The tug had returned and started leading me back towards the mountains. This time, there were no side trips and two weeks later found me walking up a valley between two peaks.

“It was getting dark and I stopped to make camp, but the tug had other ideas and as I started to pull my backpack off my left arm shot straight out and I almost fell down from the pull on my arm. Figuring I better go along with the tugging, I kept on walking up the valley.

“Just before darkness set in I wandered into this clearing and saw four buildings. Not wanting to end up with an arrow sticking out of some place important, I called out. But I got no response except an echo.

“I headed for the first building, but the tugging started again and led me to the second. I knocked on the door, but again, there was no answer. When I opened the door I couldn’t see anything so I pulled a lamp from my backpack, lit it and then went in. The house was well preserved, except for the mattress in the bedroom. Generations of mice or other small critters had torn it apart to make their nests. I skipped that room.

“The main room was in good shape. A rocking chair was in the corner and the kitchen was at the far end. There was firewood still stacked by the fireplace in the kitchen so I built a small fire and warmed myself. Rolling my bedroll out by the fireplace I was asleep almost instantly.

“The next morning I continued my exploration and found that the other two houses had their roofs collapse and they were uninhabitable. The fourth building was a tool shed and a small blacksmith shop. Finishing up my tour was the open mouth of a cave or a mine.

“Lighting my lamp again, I poked my head into the mine and saw that it went about 40 or 50 feet into the mountain and then there was a cave in. Looking around, I could see some broken timbers and then I spotted the bones.

“It was only a foot, still in a boot and part of the lower leg bones. There was a huge boulder on them, so it was pretty apparent what happened. The men that worked this mine were either trapped or killed as this poor bastard was when the mine collapsed.

“Suddenly it crossed my mind that I didn’t know how stable it was and I beat a hasty retreat. When I was outside, safe and sound, I turned back to the mine and said the Prayer for the Dead for those poor souls that lay entombed within.

“In the toolshed I found a small rake and with some persistence and a little squealing from the current tuzla escort residents, I cleaned up the bedroom and got all of the straw out of the room. I piled it up in the center of the clearing and set it on fire. While raking, I saw way too many fleas jumping for my liking.

“After the fire burned itself out, I walked into the forest and collected a good quantity of certain leaves that I knew would make a potent flea killer. After finding a pot in one of the other houses I brewed up a big batch of flea killer and set about making sure they wouldn’t be bothering my slumbers.

“The next day, the tug was back. It did let me get my backpack and then I was led to a small side trail on the other side of the clearing.

“For three days, I climbed the side of the mountain following this trail. At last I came upon a huge old oak tree surrounded by several smaller oaks.

“I started the words of greeting my Master had taught me in case there were any dryads in the trees. Before I finished I heard giggling and out of the corner of my eyes I could see dryads coming out in a circle around me.

“As I finished the words and bowed my head I heard a majestic voice say, ‘We thank thee for thy observance of the words of hospitality.’

“I raised my eyes and beheld a woman before me. Though she was a dryad she looked like the most beautiful and mature woman in the world in my eyes. Her eyes were as green as fresh leaves in the spring and her hair was as brown as the acorns. She wore a green sash that looked like moss covering a body that was perfection.

“It was then that one of the other dryads spoke up with a shrill piping voice, ‘He is pretty, may we keep him?’ The others quickly repeated the question until it was like the voices of a flock of birds chirping.

“The first dryad looked around and said, ‘No my children. It is not his destiny to stay with us. If he lives, he will perhaps be the one to save us all.’

“The other dryads stopped and many of them put their hands to their mouths. Finally, one asked, ‘If he is the one, then what must we do?’

“The first dryad replied, ‘We need to help him in his quest and send him forth.’

“At this I bowed my head and said, ‘Thank you great lady of the oak. But I do not know why I was brought here. I have been getting tugged and pulled hither and yon by a force I do not understand and it led me here.’

“The lady spoke softly, ‘The force that pulls you is the power of your destiny. For some people the guidance is so light they never feel it. For others, especially those that try to deny it, it is an unstoppable force.’

“Words then came to my lips unbidden in a voice not my own, ‘Thou knowest then what is asked of thee, Eldest?’

The first of the dryads, nodded her head and replied, ‘I knoweth.’

She then turned to her tree and reached up to a low hanging branch. It came off in her hands. A dryad to my right made a squeaking noise and I turned to see. When I turned back, the lady was sitting and had two rods of wood in her lap. She rolled the first between her hands like a master baker rolling dough. Then she began to flatten it until it was nearly as thin as paper. She trimmed the edges with her thumbnail until a rectangular piece was left. She set that piece aside and repeated the steps until she had an identical piece made from the other rod. She put the two pieces together and seemed pleased with the result. She then took the top piece and split a piece about an inch in width off one edge. She held them up and examined them. Pleased with the result, she stood up and moved to stand in front of one of the younger dryads.

“She smiled at the younger version of herself and spoke, ‘Thy blessings on this we have crafted my daughters and sisters,’ and passed the pieces one at a time to the other. The younger dryad held each one, kissed it and handed it off to the next dryad, who did the same.

“While it seemed like time stood still, each of the dryads gave each of the pieces of wood their blessing by kissing each one. As each kiss was given, I felt a stirring of mana. When all had given their blessing, the last dryad then brought them to me and said, ‘Be true to thyself and thy purpose and the gift of the Eldest will be true to thee.’

“I bowed my head and let the dryad place the pieces in my hand. I saw that they were perfect. Three thin pieces of unblemished oak the size and shape of the pieces of the covers of a grimoire.

“The Eldest then spoke, ‘That which thou desire is in thy hands. They have been shaped by my hands and blessed by the three rings of three. May they serve you well in the trials ahead.’

“With that I tried to take my leave. I bowed deeply to the lady of the oaks and then words again came unbidden to my lips in that same voice, ‘Great Lady of the Oaks, dost thou knoweth of any stands of maple, pine or walnut where thy sister nymphs of the trees hold court?’

“The lady’s eyes opened wide and several of her sister dryads looked pendik escort shocked. A few started chattering among themselves until the lady held up her hand.

“She then spoke the following words to me. ‘If thou beest the true Child of Destiny, then these words will guide thee true. Follow the path from whence thee came. At the foretold place take the fork sinister and thou will find what thy heart desireth.’

“Again I bowed to the lady of the oak. I turned, but not to leave. My feet of their own volition took me to stand in front of the first of the sisters. Without knowing why I put my hands on her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her forehead. As I did so I felt a stirring of the mana again, but I did not feel any less in my stores nor did I feel any fuller.

“I then turned and repeated the kiss to each of the dryads, one at a time until I had stood before each of them. In all, I had kissed 27 dryads.

“With that, I was released. Not knowing what else to do, I slowly walked over until I stood in front of the Eldest. I could feel the tension and I knew somehow that if I did the wrong thing now, I would be fertilizer for the trees before I knew what hit me.

“Somehow, she was smaller than she seemed to be when I stood outside the circle. I had to go to one knee to be low enough to take her hands. I kissed each hand and then looked up into her eyes. They were proud eyes, but somehow sad. She gently took my head in her hands and leaned in and kissed my forehead. Again I felt the swirl of mana and then it was gone. With that act, the tension among the dryads evaporated and the clearing no longer felt like a death was imminent.

“I remained on that one knee and addressed the lady and through her the rest, ‘By your leave, my lady. With your blessing and the blessings of your sisters, I go to my destiny.’

“She closed her eyes and nodded. I stood and walked from the circle to whatever awaited me.

Muddle then looked at the frog who was staring at him with unblinking eyes. He chuckled and said, “Well Mr. Frog, I think this would be a good time for me to go take a piss and get some water for the morning. Why don’t you go get a snack and we can continue when I get back.”

The frog closed his eyes slowly and then hopped off to the door.

Muddle stepped outside with the bucket and went to water a bush. When he was done, he walked to the stream and seeing the naiad splashing in the moonlight, called out to her and asked if he may take a bucketful of her water. She giggled and told him to help himself and then thanked him for doing her the courtesy of asking.

When he returned to the house, the frog was back in his place on the table licking his lips. Muddle gave a brief shudder and said, ‘Don’t tell me what you had for supper, but I am glad you are back.”

Settling down on his bedroll, Muddle gathered his thoughts and then dropped back into his tale.

“When I left the circle of oaks, it was almost dark, so I promised myself that I would make camp as soon as a suitable place presented itself. Stupid me. But I was young and I was so full of myself and so horny. All of the dryads were gorgeous and most of them were naked. I had such an erection when I left the circle, it hurt. I just wanted to find a nice quiet place out of their sight and whack off.

“About a half mile down what passed for a trail there was a very faint animal track the split off to the left. Thinking back to what the Eldest had said, I started down that path. I hadn’t gone but a hundred paces or so when I came up on the edge of a cliff. Since it was now dark I stepped off the edge and if it wasn’t for a vine that my foot got caught in, I would have fallen to my death. As it was, the vine tangled up around my foot as I stepped off and I ended up slamming into the cliff face upside down and knocking myself out.

“When I awoke, it was morning. I was dangling by one foot, upside down, over a vertical rock face that seemed like it went on forever. My arms were numb from hanging down all night and it was generally not a good place to be.

“Because of the weight of the pack, I could not raise my body up and as I said my arms were numb so they couldn’t have caught the vines to pull myself up anyway. I was struggling both physically and mentally trying to get myself out of this predicament, when I heard a very pleasant voice call out to me.

“As I turned to the voice, I heard it say, ‘You look silly hanging there.’

“When I finally finished turning, I saw a little girl standing on the cliff face. Not standing vertically like you or I would, but standing on the face of the cliff as if it was the ground.

“Immediately I knew this was an earth nymph.

“I called out to her, ‘I feel silly. Is there anything you can do to help?’

“She giggled and then walked over to me, picked me up in one hand and walked me up to the top of the cliff. There she dropped me, rather ungently on the ground.

“Knowing the capricious nature of earth nymphs, I immediately got up and bowed to her and said, ‘Thank you milady. Is there anything I can do for you?’

“She looked quite happy and jumped up and down just like my dirt sisters would when we would return with something special like a ham or some sausages or the pie that Mudtomba brought back one time. It was very distracting. Did I mention that she was naked?

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PROLOGUE

In the darkest region of Uunatar, near the southern edge of the dreaded forest that men name the Werewood, a lone girl child sat alone and cried amidst the devastation of her miserable life.

Since the day she first recognized her existence, she knew she was unwanted, the seventh child in a family already far too large. From the day she could first walk, she was made to work… and work… and work some more. Her parents treated her little more than a laborer, and there was little love shared between them. Her siblings were no kinder, taking every opportunity to steal her food and make her work more difficult. She wondered often why she had ever been born in the first place, but she was apparently still too young to be let in on that secret!

Today was her birthday. She was seven years old. Yet she felt desperately older, and she was more lonely and bitter than any girl of any age should have to feel. In the midst of a great circle of oaks, she burst into tears and fell to the soft earth, and it seemed to her at that moment that she would surely perish, and no one and nothing in the world would be the worse for it.

She thought there was no one there that could hear her crying, but she was wrong. The forest was there, and the forest was always listening. The forest heard everything. And perhaps….just perhaps, it even secretly spoke to her. But no doubt she couldn’t guess it’s language, or even recognize its voice, and so at last it grew silent.

The day drew swiftly to a close. Darkness descended on the land, and with the shadows, the girl knew that the larger predators would soon begin to prowl. It was time to go back inside until morning light brought back the illusion of safety once more.

Fate is fickle and may change its whims in a moment. And so it went, for even as she watched the moon rising slowly above the treeline, a man was also watching her. Deep in the shadows he stood, and in utter silence. He was very old and very thin, dressed in a worn gray traveler’s cloak that seemed much too large for him. His face was beardless, his eyes were deep and piercing and blue as the sky.

Now that man entered the glade which encircled the house, and she saw him for the first time. She was frightened at first, but there was kindness written clearly there in his blue eyes that was so unlike anything she had ever claimed from her family that she was momentarily paralyzed with indecision. He stood staring down at her. His hand reached down to touch her. She reached out to touch him.

All was revealed to her then, in an instant that could never be fully comprehended, she knew the secret of everything that had ever was or would be.

She would go with him. There was never really any question from that moment on. Anything would be better than the drear dull days of drudgery that loomed ahead if she continued her present path.

The man stood staring down at the crying child. He didn’t seem at all surprised at what he saw. He smiled at her, then lifted her into his strong arms, and without further ado, continued on his way.

The glade was left empty once more.

I.

She now found herself to be one of three young girls living together in the house of a very ancient and powerful wizard.

Now, as you might have guessed, sharing the home of a wizard can be dangerous business, and in no way should be considered a sedate or normal family relationship. And this wasn’t just any wizard! This was Azimuth Duul, thought by some to be the greatest and wisest sorcerer of that age. Others claimed he was insane. She only knew that he had saved her from the existence she’d been living as a laborer and drudge for her own birth family. He was her savior, her protector, and her teacher, all in one. And though he was too distant and strange for Kore to feel close to, he treated her and the other girls kindly enough. Life there in the haunted depths of Werewood was far better than any other life she could conceive of.

And so the girl, who Azimuth renamed Kore, was rarely unhappy. This was the only real home she had ever known.

Two other girls lived with the wizard, and both seemed much the same age as her. Melissandra lived in the back bedroom. She was blonde and thin as a skeleton, which enabled her to find her way into tiny spaces Kore could never fit in. She was adventurous and rebellious, and was often in trouble with Azimuth Duul.

Zara lived in the loft, and was more than a little strange, with her bright moon round eyes and her raven black hair and her assertion that she came from a tribe of people that lived under the earth!

She had no other companions, for no one other than a wizard would dare to live in the depths of a forest as haunted as Werewood. The forest was haunted by ancient specters, and had been accursed by a terrible magic. With the coming of each nightfall, the veils between the worlds grew thin there in Werewood, and the gates to the nether-world was momentarily göztepe escort opened. Thru that gap, with a fury came troops of demons, imps, trolls, werewolves, and perhaps other even worse things. All these roamed freely there in the forest until the coming of the morn.

Azimuth Duul had long ago constructed a series of magical wards which kept the army of misbegotten creatures at bay, else they would have devoured them all long ago. As it was, every evening they stood and pounded at the great iron doors, howling and gibbering against the invisible barrier that Azimuth had set against their entry. The girls learned to ignore this horrendous cacophony after a while, as one ignores the howl of the wind and the constant patter of rain upon the roof.

The years passed and Kore and her companions grew older. Yet Azimuth Duul never seemed to age, remaining as ancient as he had ever been. He would always greet them with smiles upon the morn, and in the morning, there would always be delicious things to eat for breakfast, though from what pantry the food had come and who had prepared it, the girls could never discover.

Sometime after the third year she had started her new life in the wizard’s house, he began to instruct them in the ways of sorcery, and the art of dancing.

“It’s very important that you learn how to dance,” Akhmun informed them. “Music is the rhythm of the universe, and to know how to dance is to know the flow and essence of true magic.”

Each day at one hour past mid day, Azimuth Duul gave them several hours of instruction in the rudiments of those arts which he himself had long ago mastered. Their minds flowered even as their bodies began to blossom into young womanhood. He taught them the words of potency, and how to guard one’s self against curses. They learned the names of the god kings, and of the strange celestial beings who gave them their power. They heard tales of the ancient Lemurians and the beings called the Elohim who had come across the star bridge to become masters of the vast empire of Mu, which now dominated all the southern lands. They learned of the spirits of blood and nightmare which fed on the light of living souls. They discovered the essence of nature spirits and guardian spirits and spoke to the pale ghosts that wander thru the empty corridors of time.

And he taught them to dance, and to weave the integral parts of their essential selves into the fabric of time and space.

“It’s very important to learn how to dance,” Akhmun informed them. To dance is to know the flow and essence of true magic.”

The three girls were close companions, though none of them would be eager to admit it.

Werewood in the light of day provided a welcome haven away from the constricting confines of the wizard’s cabin. When they were not studying or doing the labors of the household, they ventured onto the twisted trails that led away from the house into the depths of the haunted forest. They discovered therein a magical and unexpected haven. An endless variety of creatures made their homes amongst those gnarled and twisted trees, and none seemed disturbed by the demonic carnival that ruled the forest night. Kore often wondered how they kept safe and hid themselves when the ghouls crept from the shadows, but she never discovered an answer.

When the hour of sunset drew nigh and the stars began to tremble uncertainly in the swift dimming sky, the three girls would wander into the meadow and watch the will o’ the wisps dance amongst the flowers in the field. These enchanting orbs of light appeared at the onset of dusk, but always vanished before the chaos that ensued with the encroaching of night. Lambent, flickering ghosts of light, they faded in and out of existence without warning and drifted wherever they would. Nor could even solid objects deter them from their wanderings, as they passed thru trees and brush and even solid earth as they followed their myriad appointed paths. They were a mystery that was wholly inexplicable, much like the rising and falling of the sun and the moon, yet the girls never stopped speculating and arguing about their purposes and origins.

“They are ghosts,” averred Melissandra, shaking her blonde hair out of her eyes and squinting to see better. “Spirits of the dead… perhaps they are those slain by the demons of the forest. They come here to warn others of their fate.”

“I think they’re faerie lights,” argued Zara, playing with her rune sticks as she spoke. Her dark eyes glittered in her small face. “We cannot see their true forms because we would be blinded by their beauty. We see only their lights that trail in their wake as they make their way to the enchanted lands, crossing thru the barrier of our world on their way to a better one.”

Kore’s opinions changed as often as the day, but she was sure that the will o’ the wisps were guided by conscious intelligent beings. There çorlu escort was something about them that made her feel as if they were trying to communicate some vast and elemental secret to her, only she was too blind or ignorant to decipher their message.

All too soon, the night would encompass the forest, and blackness would encroach. The unearthly lights would flicker out one by one, and no eyes could perceive just where they had gone. The howls of the night creatures would resound thru the forest, and they knew soon after they would overwhelm this clearing, shambling forth from the very heart of mystery.

Thus the days passed. It was not an unhappy household. The girls learned new lessons of magic and made new discoveries every day about themselves and their world. There was never any want of food or comforts and Azimuth was a sombre but gentle tutor. Kore often sensed there was an urgency behind his lessons, yet he never explained why he had chosen the three of them as his wards and apprentices in the esoteric arts of which he was master.

Though they never ventured far outside the magical boundaries that guarded Azimuth’s house, they knew much of the outside world, for it was part of their studies to learn the lore and languages of the people of the earth in the days of the Lemurian lords. The lands outside the boundaries of Werewood were of much interest to them, and the subject of many a fantasy as to what they would do if they could visit those places. They knew that the nearest town was Holdstock, and that it was here that Azimuth Duul went to replenish their many supplies when he went away on his monthly excursions.

There was a shadow inside her that she kept hidden from Azimuth Duul, which made itself known as a loneliness that was often more than she could bear. Azimuth, though a great and wise sage, was usually distant and preoccupied. He spent most of his time poring over books, scrawling illegible notes on scrolls, and concocting obnoxious smelling potions. He was no fit companion for man or beast, for the subtle arts of sorcery had long ago made him their consort.

Living out her childhood in the shadowy depths of Were Wood, fueled on the esoteric knowledge of ancient Lemuria, perhaps there’s small wonder that she became somewhat fey and strange. She practiced her rituals daily without fail. She knew the name and purpose of every herb in the forest. She could converse fluently in seventeen different languages and had learned as well the art conversing with the many beasts and birds of the forest and field. She was well versed in healing arts and the science of illusions. In fact, she was well versed in the all the forces that govern the natural world. But she was wholly and utterly ignorant to the laws which govern human nature, which is another matter entirely, and so after all, she was still naught but a naïve young girl.

Her dreams began to reflect the weirdness and uncertainty of her waking life. In her nightly journeys thru forests haunted and still, she was often felt as if she were pursued by some unknown terror. The hours before waking were filled with such strange visions, and there was something more, something more persistent…..a face……a cruel, fierce face, one that both frightened her and excited her into a kind of delicious frenzy, until she awoke from her dreams to find the apparition had been sadly unreal. No dark haired stranger awaited her at dawn.

She grew more distant as the years passed, and if Azimuth Duul noticed her drifting into dangerous fancies, he seemed to pay her no heed. Who is to say what is in the mind of a wizard as ancient and as learned as Azimuth Duul? Legends said was near four centuries old, but the legends lied, for in truth he had walked the earth for over nine hundred years. The thoughts which pass thru the mind of such a man must be far beyond our meager comprehension, and so little wonder that he seemed distant.

As time went on, there came moments when Kore began to notice certain changes in her body, and these were strange to her, because they had never been proscribed in her lessons. Her breasts began to grow to an alarming degree, and a soft fleece of hair started to sprout above her pubic mound. More than this, she began to feel odd stirrings within, and found it excruciatingly pleasurable to caress herself. She would spend delicious evenings with her body and her fingers delving into the nooks and lines and curves of her body, delighting in the sensations her own touch engendered in her sensitive nerves.

Then came a day when she found that she was bleeding from her private parts, and though she was sure she was dying, she kept her shameful secret to herself until soon after the bleeding just stopped.

She was driven in her studies to discover more about this new mystery. She found that there was indeed a woman’s secret, a knowledge that had much to do with the cycle ümraniye escort of the moon. As she continued her studies, she began to realize the truth had been there all along, but it was hidden in subtle innuendos and code words, as if there was some blasphemous secret connected with the whole subject, and that it was somehow a dangerous taboo.

Finally, she spoke to the other two girls about her feelings. She knew that they too had been displaying outward charges in their bodies, though they didn’t seem to be subjected to the insult of overlarge breasts. She was not surprised to find that they had been having similar experiences, but she was genuinely chagrined to discover that Zara knew more about the subject than she did.

“The bleeding is known as a “woman’s time” and it signifies that her body is now fertile, that is, that she can have children.” she explained.

“Does that mean we’ll all soon be with babes in arms?” cried Melissandra with some dismay.

“Nay!” laughed Zara. “You must lie with a man to do that.”

“Lie with a man?” asked Melissandra. Does that mean we are to lay with men like those men we have seen in picture books?”

“There must be more to it than that,” Kore said. “What magic can there be in just laying with a man?”

Zara blushed. “It has something to do with the man having putting his member inside the girl’s sex, and somehow that makes the babies happen. I know nothing more of it than that.”

“Where do you learn these things?” asked Kore.

Zara hesitated. “There is an old book which tells about it, but I’ve only seen it once,” she admitted at last.

“But where?” asked Melissandra. “I’ve never seen a book like that in the library.”

“Not in the library,” replied Zara. “It was in Azimuth’s private study.”

“His study?!!!” Kore nearly shouted. “But that’s forbidden!”

“I was only there for a few moments,” Zara explained, frowning. “It was open on his desk and I did not even dare to turn the page, but I saw enough.”

“When did you go in there?” Kore asked.

“The last time Azimuth made a trip to the market,” Zara answered.

“The next time he goes, will you show me this book?” Kore asked.

“Kore, no!” squealed Melissandra. “The reason we’re kept out of Azimuth’s study because it’s too dangerous. Who knows what events you might set in motion if you disturb anything in that room!”

“I just want to look at this one book,” said Kore. “No more than that. Zara saw it and no harm has come from it.”

“It’s madness,” said Melissandra. “And though I’d never betray you to Azimuth Duul, I”ll have no part of this plan!”

Kore tried to soothe her and convince her that she would give up her idea, but Melissandra knew Kore too well to believe she would change her mind so easily.

2

Melissandra was right of course, and the next time Azimuth left on his overnight journey to Holdstock, Kore was prepared. As soon as Melissandra had gone to bed, she sneaked into Zara’s room and woke her.

“Show me which book you saw,” Kore begged. “That’s all I ask. You don’t even have to stay in the room.”

“I think you’re mad!” snarled Zara, trying to pull the blankets back over her head.

“Come on, Zara,” Kore wheedled. “I’ve done as much for you and would do so again, you know that!”

“All right,” she hissed. “I’ll show you! But why do you want to see? What good will come of it? There are no boys here In Werewood.”

“I don’t care about that,” Kore said. “I just want to know. I want to know the truth.”

“Azimuth always has reasons for what he does,” Zara pointed out. “He would have told us about this if he knew. Perhaps it’s somehow dangerous?”

“Dangerous to know more about ourselves, to learn more of the mystery of our bodies?” Kore asked.

“There is danger in all knowledge,” said Zara. “Some things are best kept hidden.”

“I’ll be sure not to tell you anything that I learn then,” Kore mocked.

The door to Azimuth’s study was massive oak, and Kore had stood before it many times, but never when the wizard wasn’t there. She pushed lightly on the handle and it opened easily. Taking a deep breath, she opened it wider and looked within.

The room was smaller than she remembered, or perhaps it was just more cluttered with scrolls and books and other diverse paraphernalia than usual. There were bookshelves along the walls, but the books did not confine themselves to them, but literally covered every horizontal surface. There was a sense of tentatively organized and barely restrained chaos in the meandering stacks, an almost artistic rendering of unbridled lunacy. Everywhere Kore looked, a wondrous collage of amulets, wands, scrolls, crystals, feathers, a sumptuous cascade of magical wonders met her eyes.

“There is the book,” whispered Zara. Kore saw that her eyes glittered with fear and awe. “It sits on the end of the desk, though its no longer open to the page I saw.”

“Thank you, Zara,” Kore said sincerely. “I’ll ask no more from you. Go back to your room now if you like. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes to tell you what I’ve read.”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” said Zara. “I wish I’d never told you about it now! Look if you must, but if you find terrible secrets therein, I don’t want to know them. Keep them to yourself.”

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This is my 7th chapter attempt at sexual writing like this. All characters in are fictional. This is a story about a woman who becomes the soul mate to werewolf along with her girlfriend. Their union, the gods have taken notice of. This is mainly, because the Universe announced him in the heavens, at his birth. Let the Werewolf & God wars begin.

Chapter 7

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When I reach them both there is a stunned look on their faces. I sit opposite them both and begin.

“It appears Odin has had a hand in my existence. When I died chasing the deer. He prevented my soul from leaving my body. It was a few minutes the wait, for the blood moon to happen in conjunction with the nine planets. This was not the only cosmological event. A number of planets and stars also aligned in once in a life time event. Though to what life time I have no clue. It is, he has let me know, a very rare event. It happened when he and Frigg were created. Their union started the gods.”

There is silence from them both looking at me. I reach out and hold their hands. No reaction. Using the knowledge Odin sent me I can detect that they are now in a stasis field. They have no comprehension of time around them. Frozen in that moment. Odin and Frigg appear. I stand and bow to them. Then hear Frigg chuckle with a soft alluring sound. It is then I hear her bum being slapped by Odin.

“Frigg, you never stop trying to control your intended.” he says in a jovial voice. Looking at me.

I look back he is a big male with a big Norse looking beard and a patch over his left eye. She on the other hand, is stunning. No matter how I look at her she appears perfect in every way shape and manner. Then the bright light fades around her and she sighs.

“This one learns fast Odin. You are right, he will be your strongest ally in the wolf,..oops god, wars to come.” she muses and leaves him to come over to stand in front of me. Still stunningly beautiful. Full breasted and hour glass figure. Hips curving gracefully around her.

“God wars?” I respond as I see her lift her right hand and touch my cheek. She smiles and blows air over my face. I hear Odin laugh.

“She has chosen you to be her mate Johnny. You are going to have to get her with child. Or children depending how it goes. Your sexual make up is now different to the human types before now. So the goddesses are all keen to have time with you Johnny.” he lets me know laughing as he says it.

“Wow. So I am breading stock for the goddesses then?” I ask incredulously.

“Dam, I used to read about how you just did as you pleased with humanity. Thought it was all just fantasy stories to be written for young adolescent people. Looks like I am finding out for sure. Or I will wake up and realized this is just one really good dream.” I feel Frigg pinch my cheek.

I pull back. “Ok, that was kind hard. I rub my face.” Then I hear Odin again.

“Johnny one of the things some of us gods can do, but not for too long, is suspend time. You and Frigg are going to mate. I will go and let you both enjoy each other. If you are as fertile as I think you are, she will know the moment it happens and time will return to normal. Your ladies will come back to the now, not know any thing has happened. It is up to you and Frigg to decide how you are going to tell them you are the father going to father the child/children in Frigg’s body. But tell them you must.”

“Why do they need to know?” I ask.

“Because Sammie is your soul mate and deserves it. Anne and she must be permitted to decide if when after birthing your children, they will let the other gods also get them with children.” he laughs and then disappears.

But before he fully fades I also hear “And there is a whole range of goddesses who all want to have your child. You are going to be a busy god now they know after you and Frigg are now. They can also be with you.”. I watch him fade from view.

“You humans have never fully understood us Johnny. We gods have been around longer than the life of this planet. You too will now experience that eternity.” she whispers in my ear as I feel her kissing my right ear lobe.

“Eternity. And Sammie and Anne?” I ask a bit worried at the thought of them passing as I live now forever. I pain hits me deep in the chest.

“Oh you really do love them. I suspect Sammie more though. I could feel that heart chest pain, you had hear about them passing Johnny. Come let’s leave the ladies here for now.” She takes my hand and walks me over to one of the big beds. I see her gown fall off to reveal a naked body of outstanding physical shape.

Turning and pulling me in closer she wraps her arms around my neck and then looks into my eyes. I see in hers the universe. She is almost ageless. I could easily get lots in them magnificent orbs. I do not, but she makes me feel so relaxed I can understand why she has had so many souls over the generations.

Then she kisses my lips. Softly at first. Her tongue pushes against my lips and enters into zonguldak escort my mouth. I respond my pushing back against hers. The tongues begin to duel. I find I am liking this. Then it hits me, this cleaver goddess is fling my mouth with her womanly chemical to make me want her. Like my pre-cum has been doing with Sammie and Anne. I decide to secrete my own version and let mine mix with hers.

Her tongue stops dancing as my secretions mix with hers. She pulls her head back and looks at me deeply.

“Oh you are going to be more than a match for all them younger goddesses my dear. I have not tasted something like you have produced, since.” There is a pause, “Odin and I first began to make love. Oh you are a special one Johnny.” she dreamily whispers as I feel her right hand slide down and hold onto my still not yet hard cock. She wraps her hand around it still looking into my eyes.

“This is wide when limp. I have a feeling when I experience this magnificent member in me, I am going to behave like a wanton slut.” as she licks over my cheek.

I feel my cock betray me. I was trying very hard not to get erect. But that has failed. My cock growing as her hand as expertly manipulates it. She pushes me to lay down on my back. Then I see her lift my left leg up and lick the sole of my foot. Watch’s as her tongue slide in between my toes and her fingers softly tickle the sensitive foot pad. I take in a deep breath.

Feels her lips open and suck on my big toe. Looking up at the beautiful woman devouring my toe and my cock now rock hard. I reach out to touch her leg. She removes my toe from her mouth and with an index finger admonishes me for moving. I lay back and let her explore my body.

My need to pounce on her is growing. I feel her remove my toe from her mouth and kiss the ball of my foot before laying it down. She then lick the inside of my leg slowly moving up towards my crutch. At the same time pushing my other leg to open wider as she gets between them. Now she lick over my balls and proceeds to lick the inside of my right leg moving away from my cock and balls. I gasp.

“Oh fuck, tell me you are not that much of a tease please.” I say in an exasperated voice.

She ignores my plea. Then I feel her lick the inner right leg up to the knee. Her left hand still holding my testicles and wriggling her fingers. It feels to me like she is trying to decide if they are heavy enough. Then her left hand releases my balls, she turns to kiss my other big toe and suck on it.

Now she turns her back is to me. I see the round bum of the beautiful goddess being presented to me and I try to reach for it. Her right hand slaps my one away before it can reach it. I lay backs and let myself wait. I decide t let’s her play me. Like an musical instrument in an orchestra. She is the musical master and I there to be strummed to deliver the best that can be, from a finely tuned instrument.

I lay back and my head rolls over the edge. I see the cave from underneath. I can see the faces of the goddesses all looking down over me and Frigg. This excites me. This voyeurism helps my cock stiffen. It is at this point I feel Frigg moving backwards over my legs. I lift my head and see her wet pussy slide over the hard cock. Look to see her beautiful pussy and anus slowly moving over my stomach muscles. Looking at her, enjoying this view and seeing her pulchritudinous shape as I admire her nether region gaping at me. Then I lift both hands and clasp her bum cheeks and pull them apart.

She pushes back harder now and I feel her large firm breasts slide over my cock. I tighten my rod and make it rise up in between them. She then lays on me and keeps my cock nuzzled between her breasts. Holding them to get her as she pushes her elbows in to form a tighter hold for my big cock.

It is then I begin to feel her lick my balls. I feel her suck one into her mouth. My cock I keep flexing between the most magnificent breasts I have ever had the privilege to be between I am thinking.

It is then it hits me. This bloody goddess is still secreting the chemicals to try and capture me to her desires and ways. My cock begins too squirt lots against her breasts and chest. Two can play that game. My hands and forearms I wrap between her legs and then up and over her buttocks. Now I know when my tongue slips into her wet lips she will be covering my face in loads of her entrapment chemicals. I will need to make sure that does not have the effect she wants.

I role her over and she resists. But I am stronger and she then submits. I push my cock towards her mouth and she opens and suck on the head. I squirt lots and lots of the pre-cum into her mouth. She begins to suck on it harder and deeper as I slowly push into her mouth. The cock head I make sure, will not expand. That might break her jaw.

I drop my head down and lick over the firm clitoral bud. Use my tongue and lick over it like the wolf would initially. She moans fethiye escort lots. The tongue I have, also has a feature, called a geographical tongue. So like the wolf it has a sort of rough texture to it. The licking I deliver over her clitoris gets more and more moans. I am wondering if it is my pre-cum that is causing this effect.

Feels her suck in more. I decide, as I have her head under me, to push in deeper. Pushing into her mouth, filling the oval-shaped cavity with my cock head. As I squirt I sense and feel her tongue and salivary glands salivating. Hear the slurping sounds as my cock is pushed in deeper. My cock pushes onto the uvula. This fleshy piece of tissue hanging down over her tongue toward the back of her mouth.

As my cock pushes into her pharynx, or throat, this tube about five inches long, I feel its muscular walls function in the process of swallowing. I know it serves as a pathway for when my seed will squirt into her esophagus. I shiver as this feels so good. But even a goddess will need air. I pull my cock back and let her mouth massage it. Then I hear her say as she pulls the cock out her mouth

“Next time it goes in to my throat make sure you fill my tummy Johnny. I want to have you inside all my openings today.”

“Oh I am going to cum in your mouth and throat Frigg my dear.” I say as she is now looking as the tip of my cock head and licking into the pee hole. Then she says

“To hear another talk to me like I am just a normal person is a very rare feeling Johnny. I think this goddess is falling in love.” she says sort of absently while still licking the tip of my cock.

Before I can answer she lifts her head and sucks the arrow shaped gland back into her mouth and bobs her head sucking me firmly. I feel the tongue slide all over the heads mushroom shaped groves. The way the tongue licks and slides over the now oh so sensitive gland.

Sitting there watching Frigg’s beautiful head of thick, shiny hair slowly bob up and down is truly wonderful to see. She now takes my cock out of her mouth and kissed and licked my ball sac. I love the feeling when my balls are undulating and churning a new batch of semen through the scrotum so I can fill her mouth.

She licks over the churning balls. Sucks the left into her mouth and pulls her head up slightly to tug on it. I can see she enjoys feeling and seeing me being taken over by the sensations she is giving me via this foreplay.

Frigg pushes the ball out her mouth. Then she starts a delightful fellatio move. Slowly drawing her tongue up past the ball sac to the base of the cock on the underside. She cradled the cock on her tongue. Not too fast. Also not too slow. Dragged her tongue upward toward the head of the prick up to the tip. I know she is teasing me and looking at me as she does it. Watch as her mouth and tongue get to the very top at the pee hole.

but from this hole she is tasting the clear pre-cum as I keep squirting it out knowing what it is doing to her. She licks and flick her tongue over the opening where the cum and pee leave the cock. Then she opens her mouth wide and forcefully swallow the entire plump piece of my big mushroom shaped head. I watch and love the feeling of a full throat job. The look in her eyes as I am gobsmacked, sort of shocked. In awed response to this magnificent sensation. This goddess was giving me the best and sloppiest head have ever had so far.

Knowing how the cock head was when cum in Sammie and Anne, I have to keep a mental note on not letting it swell in there as it might even kill her. This I worry about. Pulls my cock back. Much to her annoyance.

“Frigg my dear, my penis has taken on a habit of the head swelling when I cum. Well it has with Sammie and Anne when I made love with them before we found this cave. It would make you choke if it happened in your mouth. I can’t let that happen. So until I learn how to control that feature, it would not be safe to let it be in you and expand.” I say as I begin to rest my knees on the rug.

Rolling off her and laying back. I see her keeping a hold of the base as she changes position to get over me. Her fingers not able to touch as she tries to hold it. She smiles and licks into the tips pee hole again.

“Then I am going to wank you until it does expand. I want to see this. My mouth can from the top, cover it as that happens, drinking your juices.” I see her looking at my cock and then say, before she takes it. “It is beautiful! And I can’t wait to see if really will flood my mouth” says Frigg.

She begins to suck. Watching her head bob up and down on the mushroom shaped head of mine. Using both hands, she rub up and down my shaft also. I lay back and enjoy. Her warm saliva runs down my cock and soaks my balls. This goddess has experience and is using it all right now. When it is about to happen I let her know. She moves her hands to cup and rub over the head. I feel my balls begin the magical sensation. When alanya escort a man is taken to the edge. His balls slowly build up the tingling sensation. When I am about to cum I grunt and let her know. See it swell in her cupped hands holding it. Her mouth covers the tip and I cum. Hear her gulping the cum as I shoot a massive load. Hear how she sucks it all out and not a drop is lost. I watch her keep sucking until it stops. The now tennis ball sized penis head she looks at in amazement. Licks it and then turns and looks at me with a glow in her eyes. Tilting her head back she swallows it all. I see her tongue lick over her lips and suck in the cum that managed to escape. Then looking down at me she says.

“You are going to make all the woman goddesses in Valhalla addicted to you Johnny. This one is already.” she says in a way that sounds so submissive like.

She looks up to the goddesses looking down from Valhalla and smiles to them, before dropping her head to lick the tip again. The head begins to shrink again and she swallows it back into her mouth.

“Is the mother of the gods ready to take this man and see if she can become with child?” As I feel my big boy is still firm in her grasp.

“Mmmmmm, I think your pre-cum has had an effect on me. I will do whatever you ask. You have done what only one other in my whole existence has been able to do. Turn me into a dithering willing submissive slut to you Johnny.” she says quietly leaning in to lick my right cheek.

“I’m ready to become pregnant by you master.”

I role her over and get on my knees. Lift up her legs and hold her ankles looking down at her absolutely stunning body. Brings her legs up and over pushing them so her round bum is showing to me and them looking down from Valhalla. I place the cock head so it is now touching the labia lips and moves it around getting it lubricated in her wet moist secretions.

Before I push me in I say “now it’s your turn to see if you can do to me what I have to you my dear.” then I push the head tip in.

She inhales and then laughs.”Oh I know what I do now will not work. This woman goddess has lost that chance to make you her submissive pet. You have her as your servant now.” she quietly talks back.

She has a big smile on her face and then pushes her hips up to get more of my cock inside her. As her legs slide further up to my shoulders and then lay over and push down I feel my cock slide into her body. I take my time. Pushes in and out slowly. Then lets her legs fall and then wrap around my waist as I lean in to kiss her.

She pushes up again and with my right hand I slow this down. My cock is maybe only in half way. She grips my head and then looks me in the eyes and breathes heavily.

“I want all of you now. Please master let me feel your cock fill me totally.” she begs panting hard.

“All in good time.” I tell her and hear her moan.

Pulls my cock back to the head and waits a few seconds enjoying the view of this beautiful goddess so willing under me. I then push in hard. Her intake of breath as the cock slides in fast. I stop it about two inches from going in all the way. Feels her inner vagina muscles tight on the cock. I leave it there and flex my muscle too.

This opens her eye’s and she looks at me with a pleading look to push in more. I drop in closer and kiss her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and pushes her hips up. My cock slips into her for the last two inches.

Feels her pubic mound against the base of my lower abdomen. Then I feel the head inside pushing hard against her cervix. My pe-cum squirts bigger amounts.

Then, ever so slowly this tight cylindrical muscle relaxes. My cock head slides into the now opening ‘os’ hole of her cervix.

Hear her gasp and sob as the pain must be immense for her. I know it will soon stop as the chemicals now flooding and lubricating this muscle will soon change how it feels.

Her breathing is rapid and deep as more of this tiny opening surrenders to the intruding and invading mushroom shaped head. It goes were mother nature did not intend for it to be. As I feel her ever so tight cervix muscle wrap around the rim of my cock head and lock it into her uterus. Frigg’s legs relax. Her hips widen. This lets me lay on top of her.

I feel her legs now close in behind mine, as her hands rub up and down my back. I see the look in her eyes as she stares up at me and I wonder how this goddess is going to behave after I get her with child or children as Odin jokingly put it.

Then it happens with her. the pre-cum mix begins to change how her body muscles react. Just like it did with Sammie and Anne. Her vagina begins to ripple on my cock.

She with her thousands of years age. Has strong muscles. Then I feel my cock head expand. This makes her scream and grip into me tighter. Feels her legs now kicking lots as my head expands in her uterus. Her vagina muscles ripple faster. Then she drops back down and this pulling down on the locked cock head causes me to cum. I moan as my seed is shot in long and powerful squirts into her womb.

Her eyes open again as she feels my seed squirt into her. She closes her eyes and I see a number of tear drops slide down her cheeks. I rest on my elbows to ensure my body weight is not pressing down on her too much. Kisses her cheeks and licks off a tear drop.

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