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With a magic word and a flourish, Melissa finished the spell. Nothing happened. The purple pentagram painted carefully on her wooden floor didn’t glow, and a portal to a mystical realm didn’t appear. Especially disappointing, tentacles didn’t burst out of the ground to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless. Ah, well. She looked down at her outfit, specifically chosen thanks to a friend’s recommendation to appease the demon she was summoning. She wore a blood red corset, which cinched her waist a little and propped her tits up beautifully. A black mini-skirt came with it, going down just to her mid-thighs, where it met long black stockings. She wore no panties (hence the wet spot on the floor that grew as she set this up) but added on a subtle black choker on her neck.

With a sigh, she made to get up, but suddenly – a glow! A soft light began emanating from below, which Melissa stared at in wonder from her position on the very edge of the ritual. The wood rippled and began to glow as well, until a sheen of something unknowable replaced it – a doorway to another world. She knew little about what was behind it. The spellbook she’d borrowed from the forbidden section of the library gave scant information: just detailed instructions on the ritual and a few warnings. The rest Melissa gathered from rumors passed down through the Royal Academy for Witches. She saw masses of shapes roiling beneath the surface, and leaned over to get a closer look. She was on her elbows and knees, bent over, when the first one appeared from the very center near her face. It was small and red, no more than an inch at its thickest, with a rounded tip. As it rose it twisted and waved through the air, as if nervously exploring. It was almost… cute?

Melissa licked it, and the tentacle jolted excitedly. The texture was what she expected, and the reptile-like skin was coated with a smooth wetness. To her pleasant escort kağıthane surprise, the taste was far from neutral or even repulsive. In fact, it was delicious! She licked it once, twice more, and when she opened her mouth expectantly the tentacle eagerly shot in. Melissa bobbed her head as she sucked in its flavor, and when more tentacles started emerging from the ground, gently wrapping around her shins and forearms as she knelt on the floor, she let them. She knew the substance in her mouth must be an aphrodisiac at the very least, but she wasn’t quite sure whether this creature was simply helping her get a couple of satisfying orgasms, or if it was flooding her body with demonic pheromones with the purpose of pushing her body past its limits and literally fucking some of Melissa’s magical energy out of her. Oh, well.

Tentacles kept coming out of the ground, one or two at a time, and as they explored her body Melissa began to feel wet trails left along the exposed skin of her upper chest and her thighs as they caressed her. She felt appreciated in a way she certainly hadn’t expected to. It was like the tentacles actually desired her — and the way they then dipped into the top of her corset and pulled it down suggested they definitely did feel something (or at least the creature they were attached to did). The three or four tentacles in the area wasted no time pushing against her tits. They touched her harder with their tips and sides than they had so far, and when one encircled her left breast and squeezed, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. All without even touching her pussy!

Fortunately that didn’t last. Seemingly emboldened by her voiced pleasure, Melissa felt tentacles start creeping under her skirt and corset, until finally one slipped under her panties and brushed up against her clit. Its touch was electric. The way it played with her was deliberate and intelligent, escort beyoğlu stimulating her in concert with the rest of the slimy appendages caressing her body. Finally it approached her entrance, which after all the teasing was dripping with her arousal. A nudge, then, a push. It slid inside Melissa smoothly as she groaned in pleasure, the tense anticipation quickly evaporating away. After a slower thrust or two for her to adjust, the tentacle began increasing its speed and force, forcing its wonderful way into her over and over again. As if as one they all intensified: the appendage in her mouth pushing further and faster was suddenly pressing into her throat, something Melissa had never liked before but somehow now was amazing; the tentacles around her limbs and body and tits tightening and moving…

It was thrilling. It was delicious. And it was overwhelming. Melissa felt the wave of a massive orgasm approaching her and almost whimpered in anticipation. It came closer and closer as the tentacles kept fucking her, until finally it all pushed her over the edge. Pleasure coursed through her body like a tidal wave. Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head as her body shuddered from the intensity of the feeling. Melissa’s extraplanar visitors slowed for beat, withdrawing partially from her orifices and lightening their strain as her orgasm ran its course. As she began to regain her bearings a few seconds later, she felt a new, smaller tentacle pressing onto her rear entrance.

A flash of nervousness greeted her, as she had never taken anything there, quickly replaced by excitement at the prospect. Whether Melissa’s sudden willingness came from how worked up the experience had generally made her or from the aphrodisiac of unknown origins was unclear and staggeringly unimportant. She spread her legs a little in an attempt to display this fact to the creature, and after a second felt it push inside. escort esenler The thrust into her ass was matched by two more into her other wholes, and with just a second for her to get used to the sensation the fucking began anew, this time intensified by the extra tentacle inside her.

Oh gods, she thought vaguely as the tentacles pounded her on all fours. This is… so much better… than any sex I’ve had before. All three appendages inside her thrusted synchronously in powerful waves of pleasure, the two in her ass and pussy in particular squeezing the skin between them in a wondrous way. It wasn’t long before Melissa came again, and again, and before she knew it they were almost constant, the next creeping up as the last was just withering away. She hardly noticed how much wetness was dribbling onto the floor, collected from the tentacles’ slime or from her mouth and core.

Soon enough Melissa began to notice the tentacles pulsing inside her, and had her eyes not been closed she would have noticed a subtle red glow permeating the tentacles in rhythm with their thrusts and pulses. Somehow they began to fuck her even harder and faster, pushing gloriously deep inside her, getting warmer and warmer when suddenly they burst, filling her with a hot, sticky liquid. She groaned in pleasure, then gurgled as her body realized it had nowhere to put all that enchanted cum. The tentacles kept pulsing more of it into her, and she kept cumming along with them, until the stuff was dripping from every orifice onto the floor and hands, with more coating her skin and staining her long-forgotten corset.

…

Melissa came to sometime later, curled up in a sticky puddle on the cold wooden floor. She shivered, her mind flashing back to the heated encounter, the evidence of which was now limited to the awfully abundant wetness all over her. She felt good, though – not just satisfied, but powerful, confident in her abilities and ready to conquer the world if she chose to. She then recalled that what she had casted was one of the simplest spells in that collection – what other terrifyingly beautiful things could she get up to?

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The next day the party gathered outside the summer lodge to be met by Count Clitovsky. They were greeted with a morning toast of blueberry infused vodka; the shot, of what was practically pure alcohol, certainly woke them up.

Naturally, Lady Sally was dressed for the occasion.

“You see, isn’t it lucky I insisted on packing my hunting gear? Didn’t I tell you I should be prepared for every possibility,” she said to her maid, looking the picture of a young country mistress, dressed in tweeds, a deer stalker hat with a pheasant feather, and sturdy, brown walking boots.

“Yes, madam, of course you were right… you’re always right.”

She brought one of the electro-magnetic blunderbusses stolen from the Prussian military. Lady Sally insisted this was an ideal opportunity to try them out, and that she had hit upon the perfect thing for testing it. The count and captain carried normal hunting rifles. Victoria was armed with a parasol, to protect her mistress from the sun.

“Do you hunt, captain?” asked Lady Sally.

“I don’t hunt, madam, but I can shoot. When I was in the army, I fought in the Zulu Wars, before I left to pursue my interest in aviation.”

“Oh, how terribly exciting. You must be a jolly good shot then?”

The captain shrugged, feigning modesty, but conveying the message he was indeed a crack-shot.

The party went hunting on foot because the density of the pine forest and its undergrowth precluded riding horses, which was why Lady Sally had chosen not to wear her scarlet jacket and black jodhpurs.

Lady Sally turned to her four submissive gentlemen, “I have a proposal for making this hunt more challenging for you, and interesting for me. I want you stripped naked. Then I’ll give you a half-hour head start whilst I partake of another couple of shots of my uncle’s delicious vodka before I set off in pursuit with my lightning blunderbuss.”

The four men looked concerned.

It was the judge who was the one most prepared to incur his mistress’s wrath, who spoke out, “But aren’t there bears in these woods, mistress?”

“Well, yes. This is a bear hunt, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t it dangerous, mistress?” he queried.

“Don’t be so disputatious; those hours in the court room have done you no favours. I’m hoping to bag one as I should love to have a black bear-skin rug for the entrance hall of Rudston Hall. You’ll simply have to trust to my judgement. Now, at least if we find no bears, I’m guaranteed entertainment. Who knows, there may be a reward for the last one to be captured.”

Tentatively the four men undressed. Apart from the duke, they were hardly brilliant specimens of the male species. The banker was too fat and the bishop too thin and escort sultangazi weedy. Though the judge at one time had a tolerably athletic frame, over the years he’d spent far too many hours with his nose in law manuals to keep it.

When they were ready, and completely naked, she was ready to send them into the forest to be hunted.

“At the count of three. One… two… three.”

She struck them each three times with her riding crop before sending them out in turn towards the forest. They looked comical as they ran off into the woods, their arms and legs flailing around in an ungainly fashion. It was only the duke, an Oxford blue for the hundred-yard dash, who might present a challenge.

The count’s Siberian huskies, though not specialised hunting dogs, were sniffing at the discarded clothes to pick up a scent for the chase.

In the meantime, whilst allowing time to put distance between herself and her quarry, Lady Sally had another slug of vodka, whilst Count Clitovsky and Captain Wyndham took shots at pheasants. The men heard the blast of the rifles in the distance and wondered if the hunting party had started its pursuit. The captain bagged the most birds, gaining appreciative comments from the count.

It wasn’t so long before Lady Sally got bored, “Come on, let’s go.”

She marched on ahead, her enormous bustle of Harris tweed leading the way.

On the count’s command, the huskies scampered ahead, leaping and barking excitedly.

Once they’d penetrated the forest they proceeded carefully, treading through the undergrowth. Lady Sally led the way, the eye-piece of the blunderbuss fixed to her eye, not wishing to miss the opportunity to take a pot shot at one of her gentlemen.

It wasn’t too long before the dogs started barking, and she spotted a flash of skinny, white flesh through the trees. She took aim and fired.

A stream of blue light burst through the air and struck a bush which, on impact, burst into flame.

The force of the shot propelled Lady Sally backwards straight into Captain Wyndham, who was directly behind her, forcing them both to crash into the undergrowth. She fell right on top of him, her huge bustle pinning him to the ground.

“Bugger, I missed him.”

The captain, despite being winded both by the impact and weight of Lady Sally on top of him, was able to mumble, “It’s just as well or the bishop might have met his maker. I think, madam, you may not have the settings correct. You were meant to shock a little not frazzle.”

Captain Wyndham was happy to lie there for a while, the warmth of Lady Sally’s body pressing on him, strands of her pine-scented, dark hair covering his face. escort fatih His heart was pounding at the proximity of her sensuous curves to his body.

It was Victoria who leapt forward to aid her, taking her hand and pulling her off the captain.

She turned to him, an enigmatic smile on her lips, “Well, captain, this is starting to become a habit. Maybe I should punish you for these enforced indiscretions.”

“Madam, madam, are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine, Victoria. There’s no need to fuss.”

The captain picked the blunderbuss up from the forest floor and adjusted the settings of the dial on the barrel.

“That should work if you want to deliver a tiny electric shock.”

“Thank you, captain,” she said taking the rifle from him. “I’ll test it out on my maid first.”

“What! But madam.”

“Stand over there Victoria. Pull your petticoats up, and your knickers down.”

Her maid obediently did as she was directed. Lady Sally pulled the eyesight up to her face and trained it at a spot on her maid’s backside. She pulled the trigger. A line of purple light shout out from the barrel and hit Victoria with a sizzling zing.

“Ow! Madam, that stings.”

“Excellent. Just turn it up a tiny notch for me captain and that will be fine.”

After this interlude, they set off in pursuit of the bishop again. It was not long before the huskies sniffed him out. On being spotted he attempted to run off, but Lady Sally had the blunderbuss at her eyes and was ready with a direct hit on his arse as he was trying to escape. There was a yelp in the distance as the bishop crashed to the ground.

They ran through the undergrowth to catch up with him, and capture him. Lady Sally produced a leather collar with metal studs from one of the many pockets in her tweed dress and secured it around his neck. She threaded rope around a brass ring in it so she could pull her hunted quarry behind her.

It wasn’t long before they caught up with the banker and the judge. Lady Sally was an excellent shot, and she was delighted to get direct hits on their backsides. The purple sparks of electricity delivered a sharp sting to the flesh and, Lady Sally noted, left a little red mark, which she told them they should treat as a mark of honour.

Not surprisingly, it took them more time to hunt the duke who was more athletic. They were climbing up an incline when they spotted him on the brow of a hill, his back to a tree. The dogs were strangely subdued. They soon saw why. Before the duke was a bear. A huge black bear, and it was snarling and roaring at the terrified gentleman.

The captain hurriedly adjusted Lady Sally’s blunderbuss to a current that could escort etiler kill. She lifted the sight up to her eye. The count and captain took aim, in case she should miss.

“Help!” came a plaintive moan from the top of the hill.

Lady Sally lowered her blunderbuss.

“What a magnificent creature. Having seen one in the flesh, so to speak, I couldn’t possibly shoot a black bear.”

The other two lowered their rifles.

“What do you want us to do, my dear?” asked the count.

“Well, I suppose I could let the bear eat him.”

“That’s a tad harsh, even for you, my niece.”

“Give me cover and, when I get close, fire a shot to distract the bear,” said the captain as he plunged up the slope to rescue the duke.

As he got nearer he approached more carefully, crouching to take cover in the undergrowth. When the captain was just behind him, the count shot his rifle into the air to distract the beast. The bear’s head swivelled around, growling, slaver dripping from its jaws. The captain grabbed hold of the duke, terrified to the point of not being able to react, and bodily dragged him down the slope behind him. They stumbled into the others, the captain’s momentum sending him crashing into Lady Sally’s arms.

“Really captain, two encounters in the space of a few minutes. I’m beginning to wonder if they are not accidental at all.”

“I’m sorry, Lady Sally,” panted the captain. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Good show. I believe you have saved the day.”

They were not out of the woods yet. The black bear stood up on its hind feet at the top of the hill, snarling, weighing up whether to charge at them. Victoria had wet her knickers again. This was just too much for her; explosions, daring escapes, collisions, and now wild bears.

The black bear got down onto all fours again, growled contemptuously at them, and proceeded to slope off in the opposite direction.

“That was a lucky escape,” said the count.

The duke was effusive in his thanks for the captain, and the daring rescue.

Lady Sally was wistful, “What a magnificent beast. I simply could not pull the trigger. Seeing the creature in its natural habitat I can see how wrong it would be for me to have a bear rug in Rudston Hall.”

They marched off back to the lodge, the four slaves, collared and linked with a line of rope, were led by Lady Sally.

On their return, it was tea time of course, so they retired to the tea room for a cup of char from the steaming samovar. When it was dusk Count Clitovsky lit a bonfire, and they sat outside the lodge, the gentlemen warming their still-naked bodies by the flames.

Lady Sally, having discovered her uncle kept a whole range of flavoured vodkas, began sampling every one of them.

There was a rustling in the trees and Lady Sally made out the outline of black figures in the shadows.

The count called out, “It’s alright, you can join us.”

Lady Sally’s eyes flashed with interest, “Are these your anarchist friends?”

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As of late things had been complicated between them as he’d noticed Jess in a less platonic fashion for the first time. Her mesomorph shape was usually obscured by her perennial uniform of oversized sweatshirts, but there were signs of her femininity, nonetheless. The tops of those sweatshirts had become more filled out in recent months, and her development had not gone unnoticed.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never given it much thought.”

“Come on,” she protested, a tooth biting her lip in anticipation. “You’re a guy. You must have thought something.”

“So, guys are sexist pigs?” He fired back knowing he’d scored a point but had probably only delayed the answer.

As if on cue she responded, “Okay, point scored, no it’s not just guys still… I’d really like to know,” she cocked her head in anticipation. Clearly, his answer was insufficient, but when she crossed her arms in front of her, causing her breasts to fetch against the material more, he momentarily lost focus. Why am I noticing her and why now?

Suddenly even more anxious about the inquisition, he dragged his eyes back up to meet hers and fired back, “Well, şişli escort what do you like in your men?”

“I like them smart, caring, and considerate,” she said without hesitation.

“That’s a total cop-out,” he charged. “That has nothing to do with how they look. You wanted to know the physical characteristics from me and…”

“That’s totally secondary to me,” she interrupted with an intense nod.

“Well, how does that secondary feature play out?” he pressed, suddenly interested in something that moments earlier he’d never considered nor cared about much.

“I guess, I’d like them tall, dark, and thin, but like I said, it really doesn’t matter to me.” Jake was already nearly six feet tall, of olive complexion given his Italian background, and wiry. It seemed as if she might be describing him, but Jake knew otherwise. There was no hint of a come-on– though he probably wouldn’t have recognized a come-on even if it hit him over the head with a two-by-four.

“Now, back to my question,” she pressed on, undeterred.

Man, she’s like a dog in search of a bone. Hmm, maybe that is a bad metaphor bağcılar escort for a girl.

“Jake!” she roared, bringing his interior dialogue to a screeching halt. “Tell me!”

“Fine, geez… well if I had to answer, and clearly I do.” Jess narrowed her eyes at him and tapped her foot so loud against the floor that it sounded like a drum section. Jake resigned speaking quickly, finishing with, “She’d be big-breasted, but not sagging and have long thin, maybe fit legs.”

She wrinkled her nose as if he was saying something offensive. “That’s it? Come on. That sounds like a cartoon character.”

“Cartoon characters can be hot,” Jake teased. “Cheetara is scorching.”

Jess released a long breath before demanding, “Jacob Robertson, answer the question!”

“I thought I did,” he frowned.

“When did talking to me become so hard?” She asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he said defensively, without knowing why. “I guess I like blondes.” An affirmative grin slid across her face. Jess was about as golden blonde as one could get. Occasionally when she was younger, before the pool pipes escort zeytinburnu had been replaced, her hair even turned green. She was affectionately referred to for several summers as String Bean until she filled out. Was she thinking about me? he wondered again.

“What else?”

“I don’t know. I really haven’t thought about it.”

“You haven’t thought about it? You keep saying that and I don’t buy it.” Her eyebrows stitched together in frustration.

“That’s what I said. Didn’t you hear me? Is this the Spanish Inquisition, or what?”

The room grew quiet. Despite their everyday interactions, they’d literally never fought. This was about as close as they’d ever gotten. For some reason, he was defensive and needed to backtrack a bit. “I tell you what. I’ll ruminate on it a bit,” after I go through the Playboy, “then I’ll introduce a character next week in our game, and you’ll know it’s her.”

“Okay, that sounds fair.” She resumed her seat and they returned to the campaign. They finished up about a half an hour later but when they made eye contact with one another there was an unnatural tension. They ended the evening by having Jess’s character, Morgan, burst into the room of her allies and rejoin the main group. As they said their goodbyes, she let him know she wasn’t backing down from her expectations.

“I look forward to seeing your ideal woman next Saturday. I’ll be early.”

* * *

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I have a secret I’d like to share with you. No one knows it, and since I’m using a pen name you too won’t know who I really am. Once you know what it is you may want to take it from me. But it’s mine. It belongs to me and I own it. Got that? *Wink*

I’m from Japan, and when I went to the U.S.A to study (and eventually live there), it was the first time I was away from home for so long. I also had to kiss goodbye to all my lovers, both young and old. Boy did it take weeks to “kiss” each of them for the last time.

So here I was, in a apartment near campus all by myself, having to do all the household chores on top of studying hard to do my parents proud. I found myself masturbating at least three times a week, more frequently when I reached my fertile stage of the month. It was my own private pleasure time. My whole mind would be consumed by the need to rush home and fuck myself, whether at school or travelling around the country, always resulting in soaked panties between my creamy thighs and a blush on my fair face. Anticipation feeds my sexual appetite, and after the final throes of a huge orgasm, I’m in a state of euphoria the whole day… till I get the urge again. I find playing with my toy much better than having sex with guys. I can control how fast, how deep, how hard I want a cock in my pussy. My toy has one asset that sets it apart from all other sex toys though. It has the ability to read my depraved mind and make my fantasies come true.

Yes, you read that right. Before I left the Narita airport, my auntie gave me a wooden box. She told me to open it only when I felt lonely and needed to release my frustration. I didn’t give much thought about it because it looked like a mini coffin, and she was known as the unpopular eccentric family member. I merely mumbled thanks, stuffed it into my luggage case and checked it in. Without further elaboration, I rued the fact that I cast it aside for months, cast it totally out of my mind.

The first time I opened it, all I saw was this green jelly like mass. A note written by my aunt explained that this was a sex toy and that it would give me many hours of pleasure. You should have seen my puzzled frown and the burst of hysterical laughter that followed. I laughed till I cried. When the last tremors of giggles was over, I though I would try it. After all, there was no harm in it right? Did I ever tell you I’m always curious about things, and have gotten into trouble more than a few times because of my insatiable thirst for knowledge? (Read: danger and excitement *evil grin*)

Feeling a bit silly, I lay down on my bed, picked up the green mass and placed it between my legs. A few seconds passed, and there was a stirring of some sort. It’s hard to describe what actually happened. All I knew was that there was a mental cum spiritual connection between the green jelly and me. The jelly moved and proceeded to rub itself against my clit. Any sane person would be screaming with horror and jumping away from this strange thing. But somehow I knew it wouldn’t hurt me and it wanted to give me pleasure. I was calm, comfortable and soon I got an orgasm. Just a mild one, but it was good enough for the first time.

I decided to name it ‘Apple’ because of its colour and the far off connotation of Adam and Eve falling into temptation all for an apple. The second night, Apple showed off more of its skills. It was doing a great job pleasuring me, his smooth texture against my warm clit, rubbing, sucking (don’t ask me how it does it, I just know what I do feel), even licking! Waves of pleasure washed over me, making me arch my back and press my head into my soft pillow. I couldn’t help but moan and pinch my rosy pierced nipples. The pleasure intensified as Apple increased its pressure and pace. My legs spread further, my pussy juices starting to flow onto Apple, my hands were on my breasts, squeezing them, pinching, pulling and rolling hard my stiff nipples. I have metallic barbells embedded in my small pink nipples, and the pain from the cruel administration mecidiyeköy escort made me gasp with pleasure.

Without warning, Apple slipped into my wet, warm tight pussy and stayed inside. I gasped from the pleasure and slight pain from the harsh intrusion. When I took a quick peek down there, I could still see most of Apple outside my body. Hmmm. Whatever. I couldn’t think. One single thought dominated my entire being at the moment: to reach orgasm. “That thing” had expanded and filled my pussy completely, and it wasn’t a snug fit; my muscled pussy had never before felt so full. My hands gripped the bed sheets for a moment before releasing them and lie quietly on both sides of my sweaty body. That sensation of being full had me totally lost in bliss and my body was under its spell. While Apple slowly slid in and out of my aching pussy, it never stopped its work on my clit. Oh the pleasure! It was much better than any dildo that came with a clit tickler.

In and out it moved, and it increased its pace, going faster and faster. It also went harder and deeper, just the way I wanted it. But the little devil cunningly continued its constant rhythm on massaging my clit. It massaged various points on my clit; on the sides, my pee hole, the pubic mound, rub, rub, rub. Never ceasing, constant speed and pressure. The contrast of movement made me shiver in delight, and my legs trembled because of the oncoming orgasm that was to come.

My moans were getting louder, my head thrashed left and right and I punished my nipples even more. Fingers found their way to my sweet mouth and I hungrily sucked them. I dipped my hand in my pussy to coat it with my juices and jabbed them in my mouth. Warm sweet nectar danced in my warm mouth and my soft tongue. My orgasm meter went up another notch. It wasn’t the taste that heightened the sexual experience; it was the act of finger fucking my mouth. My hips thrust forward and backward wildly to meet the cock that mercilessly fucked me, making my breasts jiggle up and down, building up the volcano inside me. I clutched my full breasts and squeezed real hard, digging into my flesh, pressing the barbells further into my sore nipples.

When the volcano finally erupted, I practically screamed till I was hoarse, my entire body stiffened and elongated, my back arched off the bed making my breasts jut out and my hands were tangled with my black silky hair. Sweat beads adorned my face and I basked in the after effects of my satisfying orgasm. Somehow I managed to put Apple back in his box and tumble back to bed.

For the next few weeks, I experimented with Mr. Apple. Apparently he has the uncanny ability to know my secret desires, and exact the right amount of pressure and speed to make me orgasm. He is like a dream come true, and these are some of his physical capabilities – 1. He can act as a dildo vibrator, pulsing in my pussy, switching from fast to slow and back to fast, keeping me just on the edge of orgasm. Apple can even rotate fully in my pussy while he continues his increasing punishment of poking into and withdrawing out of my pink dripping pussy. He can sense that even though I scream “Yes! Yes! Please let me cum now!” Even though I plead with tears in my eyes, he knows I secretly mean to say, “No, I ache for your artful touch to torture me more. Apple I beg you, please please keep me awhile longer on the plateau before you drop me over!” So he goes slow, Real Slow just to keep my body teetering on the edge but not over it. Fucking evil green putty. Mr. Apple actually restrains me if I attempt to tear him from my pussy. His tentacles quickly wrap around my arms and pull away from my body. A few more will coil round my toned milky legs, drag my entire body unceremoniously down to the edge of my mattress and anchor themselves to the bedposts, leaving my lower body helplessly dangling. My pussy is slightly elevated, which means it is displayed prettily in front of him, and he can tease the sensitive skin between my pussy and my ass. bayrampaşa escort When I yell at him to stop that, I sense him grinning at me while he deftly strokes the dark crevice and to prove his point further, insolently licks my ass rim languorously.

2. Not only can he vibrate, fill up my pussy and fuck me independently, he can choose to tickle my sensitive G-spot. I can feel Apple intentionally stay in my pussy rather than pull out for the next thrust and slowly but steadily, stroke my soft spongy spot. On the outside, Apple will rub my clit. Two hyper sensitive spots, close to each other but on different sides of my flesh, skillfully aroused by warm fingers (that is the closest description I can say about how it feels like) eventually forcing me to orgasm, finishing in shivering sobs. I always feel like a starfish when my orgasm ends: arms flat out or above my head and legs spread wide open.

3. The problem with masturbation is that you only have one pair of hands. If one hand is on your dildo pumping in and out of your wet pussy, you only have one hand left to pleasure your breasts. And how are you going to squeeze your breasts at all if you want to hold your dildo and pinch your clit? The answer to all your problems is the All-In-One Mr. Apple. Now all my masturbation sessions have me lying there, as passive as I can while my toy does all the work. My only job is to moan, cry, scream, arch my back wildly, thrash about, change positions like from the chair to my knees and arms and eventually on my back on my bed, and of course, the most important one, to orgasm magnificently and squirt female cum all over Apple. Apple will send out four green slimy-like tentacles out to wrap around my breasts and tease my nipples. He loves my breasts and nipples just the way he loves my clit; licking, sucking, gentle nips. Once I experimented by wearing nipple rings. The sly fellow wrapped around them and tugged hard, never skipping a beat with his rhythmic pumping of my pussy. When my body reached fulfillment, Apple pulled the rings so hard it felt as if they were going to be torn from my nipples, making my orgasm last a few more seconds, or was it a second smaller orgasm? Hmm, whatever. I’ve since been wearing only nipple rings with tiny bells that tinkle whenever my breasts jiggle hard or the rings are flicked up and down.

4. Besides being a pussy dildo, Mr. Apple enjoys forcing me to suck another cock, while he fucks my pussy AND my ass. All three cocks (I guess it’s easier to call them cocks than anything else) will either synchronise with each other, pulling out and plunging into my orifices or taking turns as if my body was a musical instrument lovingly played by them. Either way it drives me crazy. He plays real rough, three thick cocks fully stretching three tight moist holes, slowly pulling out, but savagely slamming into them over and over again. I love to lick and gently graze him with my teeth, feeling the cock shudder in appreciation. The feeling of being forced to give his cock a deep throat and unable to breathe for a moment, the fullness in my pussy and ass and the occasionally squishy sounds that accompany the fucking is totally sinful. I’m a sucker for feeling violated in every hole. I’m totally spent when all is over. My bed sheets are in a mess, I’m soaked in perspiration, my hot mouth open and panting, my breasts heaving up and down, female cum and pussy juices still trickling out from my used holes. I’m either in the doggy style or lying on my back when he fucks me like this, but there was one time when we did this standing up, and I held on to the pull-up bar above me for dear life. I was on my knees when we were done; my quivering legs could no longer hold me up. Maybe I should try this on my elongated piano stool, with my legs and arms dangling on either side.

There are more ways I can play with Apple. The more I learnt and experimented, the better the sex was. The Internet was the oft-used tool to find more exotic ways for self-pleasure. escort bahçelievler I love it when my long silky hair gets tugged hard, especially when I’m in doggy style and Apple yanks my hair so that my face is forced up and made to pleasure his cock. My slutty nipples beg to get clamp real hard and my pussy lips also crave attention, demanding to be cruelly pulled apart and gripped tightly. The sudden sharp bite on my clit always elicits a shrill scream from my tortured throat; a vicious nip and a hard suck on my tender nipples which are already stretched away from my breasts gets a louder shrill out of me. Getting my clit hood and inner pussy lips pierced were the best investment I ever made. Mr. Apple never fails to toy with them. I thought I was the teacher, but my wonderful toy always takes our enjoyment one step further and makes our playtime more erotic, more decadent.

I once made him tear my flimsy nightclothes off. As usual, I placed him on my abdomen. He was such a teaser, playing with my body getting me all hot and wet before tearing the camisole and g-string panty from my slim trembling body. I now know it hurts when my clothes are savagely torn from my body, and more so when my thong has been pulled up tight so that it cuts into my pussy lips and presses against my clit. The pain was so good when he spanks my pussy with the thong still pulled tight. But Apple didn’t want me to get too comfortable. Two tentacles hooked onto the side strings and ripped off the soaking wet panty. The pain was equivalent to a Brazilian wax. I hope my beautician never notices that I get wet from her clinical work on me. But I guess it’s hard to ignore a trail of pussy juice slowly making its way from my pussy hole, to my ass crack and leave a souvenir on the towel that was on the couch.

Anyway, back to the story. Then he proceeded to gently ‘make love’ to me. I was caught off guard when I found myself blindfolded, and mouth forcefully stuffed with the torn bits of clothing. I was spread like a starfish and the only parts of my body that could move were the muscles in my pussy and butt. No, make it my fingers and toes too. They flexed and curled up, a reflexive action from the body and mind torture I was subjected to and had no control over. Mr. Apple became the Dom., I was the willing slave. I swear he has a mind of his own. These were the times when he takes over the scene, and I’m totally at his mercy. I hate it when I know that he knows that I want to be “raped” hard, fucked and used however he pleases. Dark fantasies played out secretly in my perverted mind but never revealed in physical form are now revealed in the open. Sometimes he forces me to orgasm because he has a tentacle up in my womb, stroking my innermost womanhood. Oh that audacious lover of mine.

We’ve tried almost everything, including strangling me while I reached the peak of ecstasy, and forcing me to have countless of orgasms the whole night. Female cum and pussy juices mingled on the bed sheets, the floor and my lover couch. Body totally exhausted, tears flowed and dripped with my sweat. I drank lots of water because of all the lost body fluids, whew. My pussy was sore for three days and it smart a little when I peed. But it was a damn good fuck. Think about it – no guy can ever give you orgasms over and over the whole night. He can only purposely bring you to the brink and build up all that excitement again, but he can only have that much energy to entertain you. Ever since I got Mr. Apple, I never fucked another guy. The last time I fucked a hunk, Apple somehow knew, and he punished me by withholding my release for a long time. When he was satisfied that I had learnt my lesson and I was screaming, begging and sobbing real badly, he finally plunged into my ass, squeezed my breasts real hard, and sucked hard at my clit.

Tonight, I want Mr. Apple to fuck my three holes again and leave a dark red love bite on my neck when I arch my back for the final time. Then I’ll sleep well, ready for tomorrow’s life challenges.

In a little box, in the dark, a green slimy mass of goo sits quietly. He’s waiting for his lover to take him out and pleasure her. “You’re mine, always. You will have no other lovers. All your juices fuel me, give me energy. Body and soul, I own you. You belong to me, you’re mine, all mine.” He chants over and over again.

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You had invited me to a Wiccan rite on Samhain, All Hallows Eve (that would be Halloween to you and me). It was a cold night and joints, long since abused by military life and martial arts, were aching. I don’t know why I agreed, but I did so I tagged along.

I was to be a spectator only, which suited me just fine as all religions to me seemed the same. You smiled at me, trying to put me at ease and actually succeeding. You knew that I was uncomfortable in social situations where I did not know many people. And you truly appreciated my coming to keep you company. Seeing you smile, I was reminded exactly how lucky your husband, my friend, truly was.

I stood there, watching, as the ritual began. For the most part, I just tuned it out. Regardless of the trappings, to me, religions were all the same. But as the ritual continued, I could feel something slowly building up, like static electricity floating through the air.

The night was chilly, but clear. Or at least it had been clear. Despite the predictions made by the local meteorologists, clouds began to roll in, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. The sound of distant thunder could be heard throughout the night. The usual sounds of the night, the insects and night birds, slowly faded away, as if Nature herself sought not to disturb this rite.

The sounds from the Circle grew to a fevered pitch and the feeling of static electricity in the air was growing strong enough to make the hairs on my arm stand on end. I shivered, but not merely from the cold. Even as cynical a skeptic such as myself could feel something was happening.

A sudden motion from outside of my peripheral vision caught my eye. I turned in time to watch a drunk local throwing a beer bottle. The bottle flew through the air and I leapt out to catch it.

Not fully understand why or how, I knew that if that bottle broke the plan of the circle that had been painstakingly drawn, the result would not be good. But even at my fastest, I was not quite fast enough. My hand wrapped around the bottle just as the neck broke through the plane.

The night’s silence was broken by a powerful thunderclap that set off alarms and shattered windows all around for nearly a mile. A bolt of lightning then lit the night as brightly as the sun did the day. The bolt split in two, one fork striking me and the other striking you, knocking us both off of our feet.

I shakily stood up, dusting myself off, undamaged and my eyes quickly darted over to escort taksim you, relief filling me when I saw you were as unhurt as I. The rite was irrevocably interrupted, no hope of salvaging and no point to finishing. Everyone gathered their belongings and began to leave, saying their farewells to each other. I could not stop the smile that crossed my face as I saw you again, unhurt.

I rushed over to you, hugging you tightly. You were my friend’s wife, but you had come to be very special to me. The thought of you possibly getting hurt was almost too much to bear. As our hands touched, a small spark leapt out, arcing between us and making us both jump, startled.

We shared a quick laugh and then we left. You were still shook up from the events of the night, so you asked me to drive. As we drove along, I noticed a subtle change come over you. The change was hard to describe. It was almost as if there was another face superimposed over your own. The face was a beautiful one. Not more so than your own face, merely different.

Somehow, the almost invisible visage seemed to accentuate your own beauty, as if drawing out that inner beauty that I already knew was there. You smiled at me and leaned over, resting your head on my shoulder. Your hand fell, casually, coming to rest on my thigh and you sighed, contentedly.

It was a long drive, made in near total, yet surprisingly comfortable, silence. Your hand traced patterns on my thigh. The patterns appeared random, and yet they felt vaguely familiar, eliciting flashes of memories that were gone before they could be fully realized.

The patterns moved further and further up along my thigh, softly and tenderly. I grew harder and harder as each moment passed. Gradually, your hand approached my crotch until, finally, your hand caressed me through my jeans.

I groaned as your hand began to release the buttons holding me in. I knew that I should stop you, but something within me would simply not allow it. Once I was freed, you began to stroke me, smiling beautifully at the groans I could not suppress.

Then you leaned down, taking my hard cock into your warm, inviting mouth. Your tongue and lips were performing acts upon my stiff member that were beyond masterful. Your skills bordered on, and quickly crossed over into, the realms of the magical.

Try as I might, I could not hold back for long. I exploded into your mouth, a feral growl escaping my lips. You swallowed every last drop, escort topkapı not wasting any. Somehow, I managed to maintain control of the car, not so much as swerving.

Up ahead, I knew there would be a well hidden road leading into the darkened forest. How I knew it would be there, or that the road would be able to accommodate this car, I would never be able to explain. I simply knew it would be there.

I pulled over, driving down an old road and parked when I could go no further. We climbed out and, without speaking, walked into the forest. We unerringly found our way to a large clearing. It was as if we had both been here hundreds of times before, even though I knew for a fact that neither of us had.

I looked at you, marveling at the change that seemed to come over you. You seemed taller somehow, your skin even paler than usual, almost glowing under the full moon. That the moon had only been a crescent earlier this night, slowly waxing to full, never once registered. There were faint, pale blue images shifting on your skin, as if you were covered with living tattoos. Your normally shoulder length black hair seemed longer and had taken on a dark, reddish tint, the color of deep burnished copper.

Yet, despite all these changes, it was still obviously you. The woman you were still stood there, visible and recognizable. It was as if there were two different people peacefully coexisting, merely sharing the same space.

The look in your eyes, as you bit your lower lip in hunger and desire, told me that some change had come over me as well. There was a small pond in the clearing, clear and calm in the moonlight. Hoping to see some vestige of what you were seeing, I knelt down and stared, astounded, at the man reflected back at me.

Staring back into my eyes was a rugged face. Sprouting from my head was a beautiful rack of antlers. My skin had darkened, weathered by years exposed to the sun. I was staring into the hard, grey eyes of an ancient legend.

I stood, turning to face you. In the few, short moments I had been staring at my reflection, your clothes had been removed. You stood before me, resplendent in the moonlight. Even though I had never before see you in this state, I knew that the body standing before me was entirely you, unaltered by whatever magics were affecting us.

You flowed over towards me, gracefully lowering to your knees before me. With a few, quick movements, you had me as naked as were escort şirinevler you. You took my stiff member back into your mouth once more. I allowed you to lick and suck me for but a few moments. On her knees was no place for a goddess or the vessel she chose to inhabit.

I gently stood you up, kissing you reverently. My hands roamed all over, caressing every inch that I could reach. I took your lovely, rosy nipples into my mouth, each in turn. Then I knelt down, preparing to worship this lovely goddess at the oldest of temples. You raised one leg, laying it over my shoulder and bracing against me as my lips and tongue found their way to your holy altar. I slid my fingers into you, savoring that nectar that flowed freely from you. You moaned as I licked your throbbing clit. I continued on until you exploded with a glorious shout.

You collapsed against me, flowing to the soft ground as if you were melting. As you stretched out, you spread your legs invitingly. I moved myself in, not wanting to disturb the sense of sanctity that permeated the night. I slid myself into you, your wetness drawing me in deeply.

A simultaneous moan escaped our lips, our passions given voice. My motions began slow and gentle, in tender reverence with each thrust. But the reverence was soon overcome and replaced with a frenzied revel. I began to thrust in harder and harder.

Your body ground against mine, your head thrown back and nails digging furrows into my back. My motions took on a frenzied thrusting, bringing us both closer and closer to that ultimate end to the ultimate communion. Your moans intermingled with mine, filling the night air.

Finally, we reached that pinnacle of rapturous union, that point that so many strived for yet failed to reach. Your body arched off of the ground as mine began to buck wildly, almost uncontrollably. I shouted, very nearly a roar, as I exploded within you. You screamed as your own orgasm ripped through your body.

Your orgasmic scream merged with my primal roar, tearing throughout the night. Our sounds were quickly joined by the triumphant exclamations of every animal in the forest. It was a joyous celebration of sound.

I nearly collapsed, spent and exhausted, fatigued more than could be explained by our exertions, strenuous as they may have been. We were both panting heavily, coated in a sheen of perspiration. I looked into your eyes, the otherworldly presences now gone. Neither of us were sure exactly what had happened but we knew it had been something special, something holy. Our exhaustion more than we could handle, we curled into each other, falling into a deep slumber. We were unconcerned with the cold, know that, even though who or whatever had ridden us had departed, they were not done with us quite yet.

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Jason had been overseas on business for weeks and Nadia was alone in the Manhattan apartment he owned. She had come to rely upon Jason to bring her food instead of hunting it down herself and she had started to think she had begun to rely on him too much. It was already late afternoon and the sun had disappeared behind the horizon of shattered tower blocks. Outside the temperature had soared and the denizens of the ruined city were overheating. Nadia climbed out of her coffin and strolled naked in to the kitchen. Inside the monolithic refrigerator was an ample supply of human blood for her to drink in his absence. Nadia wasn’t looking forward to what was essentially the un-dead equivalent of a TV dinner, so instead of drinking from one of the pouches, she cut the plastic open with a knife and let the cooling contents spill all over her bare body. She loved the effect blood had upon her flesh. It made her very relaxed and with Jason being absent, very horny. As she lay down on the cool tiled floor she started to rub the blood in to her milk white skin. It was her desire to bath in human blood that had first brought the nocturnal Countess Ruko to her three centuries ago, and it was the Countess who had eventually imbued her with the gift of immortality.

At first blood had no effect on her mortal body, and it was quickly apparent that the blood of virgins did not stop the aging process as the legends of her homeland once told. But now in her vampiric state, whenever she applied the blood to her flesh it seemed to absorb it like a lotion. She bathed her arms, then her stomach, rubbing it deep into her flesh. She proceeded to apply the crimson balm up across her ribs until it reached her full and luscious breasts. Then she proceeded to rub the blood onto her legs, rubbing with both hands. As she reached the tops of her inner thighs, she was starting to get very aroused, writhing like a crimson snake upon the floor. She started to rub her clitoris in a circular motion through the thick red liquid and then slipped her index finger into her pussy. At the same time with my other hand she was fondling and squeezing her own breasts. She was going mad imagining it was Jason’s hands fondling her. Her climax came quickly, but it was all over too soon and she sighed. There was no substitute for a big and willing cock, just as there was no substitute for body fresh blood. Suddenly Nadia had an idea.

Hernandez and Merryweather stumbled out of the standard issue Ford Enforcer on to the broken asphalt of the dock road. Ahead of them in the dusk a SOC unit was busy setting up a cover over the latest body.

“You know,” said Hernandez. “People get killed all the time down here, hundreds of them. These days we just register it and move on. What’s so special with this one Mez?”

Meryweather looked at her over his spectacles.

“The pattern. It’s the pattern that is special. This area is mutant territory. They kill each other all the time. Like the old gangs they use lots of noise and bravado, but essentially they lack subtlety. Guns, knives, garrottes and even explosives are favoured. But exsanguinations and beheading are cult, or even occult practices.”

“Ex what?”

“Exsanguinations Hernandez.” He explained to her. “The draining of human blood”

She gave him that affronted look he liked so much. He’d tried not to find her attractive but he hadn’t managed it. Since the day she introduced herself to him, still in her street uniform, he had fought hard not to let himself wonder what it would be like. Her breasts had been quite visible as he caught himself peering down her shirt as he stood up to greet her. They were perfect olive skinned orbs, straining against the dark blue cotton, and her thick black hair had glistened in harmony with her sweat soaked skin. Even now in the familiar black suite of a detective she looked almost edible.

“Why didn’t you just say you stuffy limey,” she scolded with a smile. “Polysyllables don’t impress me college boy.”

He laughed and ducked under the tape. Below the canopy there were some lights already in place. The harsh artificial beams beat down on the body. It was obviously the remains of a young man, naked save for a piece of sacking that had been used to transport him there in a clandestine manner. As he had expected there was no head, just a stump of a neck that had been cauterised.

Hernandez watched him study the scene. She still felt squeamish around corpses despite seeing dozens of them every week. She had found herself a little distracted lately. Despite Merryweather’s senior rank she had realised he was in his early thirties, only a few years her senior and despite his slightly bookish manner he was a good-looking man with a nice tight butt. The previous escort kağıthane evening, in the bathroom of her small apartment, she had been bringing herself off with the showerhead. She had pressed the smooth plastic phallus between her legs and turned on the faucet until it was very warm and she could sense the vibrations of the water running unevenly through the hose. The tiny jolts combined with the overall tension of the day had made her lips pucker and swell quite quickly. To her amazement she suddenly pictured him as she climaxed. She was shocked to find herself imagining him pushing his cock inside her, and forcing her down on to her bed.

Suddenly there was the crackle of automatic gunfire followed by an explosion. The detectives threw themselves to the floor. Merryweather reached over and dragged the sacking from the corpse and rolled it up. Stowing it under his arm he made a break for the Enforcer closely followed by Hernandez.

It wasn’t long before the taxi had delivered her to the hotel. On the way she had heard the sound of gunfire, and towards the river several of the already wrecked buildings blazed out of control. The cab radio was tuned in to one of the news bands and she could hear the reporter’s doom-laden tones describing the carnage. A gang of mutants had started the blaze and had opened up on the emergency services with automatic weapons when they arrived at the scene. Nadia sighed at the thought of all that blood going to waste. Mutants had no style.

She passed the heavily armed doormen and drifted through the lobby in a black velvet hooded cape. She obtained her key from the desk without her face being seen and she paid with cash she had taken from Jason’s over flowing safe.

In her suite she undressed and put on a bathrobe. For a few moments she admired the splendid antique classical décor, and she wondered how it had found its way in to such a modern, almost soulless building. She then rang a number from the large leather bound directory on the bedside table.

An hour later she opened the door, and there stood Lana and Mandy, mobile beauticians. They both had fantastic bodies. Lana was a blonde, about five foot ten with a plump, curvy figure, and a very heavy pair of breasts. Mandy was five foot eight, a brunette with a slim body. Her breasts were small but firm.

“I’m sorry to call you out so late,” Nadia said apologetically. ” I have been asleep all day. Last night was a late night.”

“That’s okay, Miss.” Said Lana,” We have nothing planned so we don’t mind working this evening.”

Hernandez leaned back on her chair, folding her arms behind her head. Merryweather looked at her, stealing a surreptitious glance at her nipples in clear relief beneath her blouse.

“So what’s with the sack Mez?”

He unfolded it and pointed at one corner.

“I recognise this,” he said pointing at a small patch of red and blue ink. “It’s a waste disposal company logo. Darius Drainage.”

“Jesus Mez, do you have no life?”

Merryweather tilted back, feeling his nipple inspired erection push against the underside of the desk.

“I recognise it because I use them. They specialise in grinder and macerator waste. Since it became illegal to dump kitchen food waste in the drains a lot of people have switched over to trash capsules.”

“I just collect all my shit up and put it in the dumpster,” said Hernandez looking at her very own paper mountain piled up in her in tray.

“DD leaves you a reel of sacks and takes the full ones away every week. Each sack has a code number because they charge you by the bag. The guys read the bar code with a scanner and it charges your account straight away. Several of our bodies had sacking wrapped around them and it is similar to this.”

“So each bag can be traced to a specific address!” shouted Hernandez excitedly.

“Yes. Put simply it does. If you have the barcode.”

“Do we?”

“Most of it.”

Nadia watched them walk into the lounge room. Lana had on a pair of shorts that just covered her nice round bottom and a clinging t-shirt. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, it was visible from beneath her thin top, but her nipples still stuck out. She was really showing off her body as beauty therapists tend to do and Nadia’s planned to make full use of both their bodies before she ate. Mandy also had on very similar brief shorts and a cardigan with short sleeves. Anyone looking carefully enough could plainly see her pert breasts from the side. Nadia felt quite strange, and realised that it had been so long since Jason had fucked her, that these two girls were really turning her on as fun rather than food.

They sat down at the table and the girls worked their magic on Nadia’s three hundred year escort beyoğlu old face. It only looked thirty. She particularly enjoyed it when Lana slipped open the robe to wax her bikini line very thoroughly. Nadia was sure she could see the little trickle of juice sneaking out of her own quim. At one point she was convinced that Lana had deliberately stroked her pussy without any hypnotic encouragement.

When they had finished, even with the air conditioners working hard, it was hot and Nadia suggested to the girls that they might wish to join her in the Jacuzzi to cool off.

“We’d love to,” said Mandy, clearly sinking beneath Nadia’s spell ” But we didn’t bring any bathers”.

“Don’t worry,” Nadia smiled, dropping the robe. “We’re all women. We can bath naked.”

She proceeded to walk out to the huge bathroom, allowing the girls to get a good look at her slinky naked body. Lana and Mandy followed her. They proceeded to take off their clothes. Mandy climbed in to the tub first, followed by Lana. Then Nadia lowered herself in to the cool bubbling water between the two of them.

“This is fun,” exclaimed Lana.

“Yes it is nice,” Mandy agreed.

Nadia reached out below the waterline and let her fingers caress the two young women’s thighs. Neither of them responded in a negative way, if anything they were both unusually amenable to Nadia’s activities without hardly any mystical influence. Nadia then felt Lana’s hand on hers and felt her fingers being guided between the young woman’s labia. Lana purred.

“Me too,” whispered Mandy through cherry red lips, guiding the older woman’s hand to her pussy. “We usually do each other when we can’t find decent cock, but this is cool. Weird but cool!”

Nadia obliged, slipping her fingers deeper in to them both, filling her nostrils with their scent, intensified by their sexual activity. She longed for both their blood and their juice.

Mandy tilted her head sideways and started to kiss Nadia on the lips, whilst Lana gently caressed Nadia’s swelling nipples. Then the vampire felt each girl responding to her with a hand. Before she new it two very well manicured and vigorous fingers were in her pussy, pulling it open from each side.

“A three-way finger fuck!” giggled Mandy. “Its awesome.”

Nadia had to agree, as more and more of their fingers wriggled their way in to her pussy and she stroked harder on theirs. It was Lana that came first, juddering to a climax as Nadia forced a third finger in to her slit and ground down hard on her clitoris with her thumb. Mandy followed quickly, but neither of the girls gave up their own assault on Nadia who managed to sustain another couple of minutes of delightful fingering before she surrendered to the final delight.

” I’m going out on to the balcony to lie on a towel.” Suggested Nadia. “I love the warm night air on my body. Would you like to join me? Were very high up and no one will see.”

They both nodded and climbed out of the water. The silver streams running off their irresistible curves. Lana and Mandy towelled themselves off and walked out on to the massive balcony. Nadia lay face down on one of the recliners. The smell of the burning city blocks reminded her of the wars of her childhood and the charred bodies of executed peasants that littered the cart tracks around her fortified home.

“Could one of you girls rub some lotion into my body?”

Lana came over and said that she would. She rubbed moisturiser into her hands and then proceeded to massage the lotion on to Nadia’s back and down her arms. She then squirted more lotion into her hands and began to rub it onto the bottom of her legs, moving up to her behind. Her sensuous hands were driving Nadia crazy. She slowly parted her legs, so Lana could get inside. Her hands started to rub on the inside of her thighs. Then she felt one of Lana’s fingers brush against her clitoris momentarily. Lana then rubbed Nadia’s bottom, her strong fingers probing her cleft, and one of them dipping gently into her sphincter. Only an inch or two, but enough to make Nadia stiffen with the surprise.

” Oops,” she giggled. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t stop!” hissed Nadia.

Lana hooked her finger, stretching the inside of Nadia’s chute, then bending down to lick around her rim. Nadia felt the young beauticians finger probe deeper and then twist. She could sense Lana’s knuckles grinding against the soft flesh of her buttocks as she rotated her hand from side to side. Nadia reached back and pulled her own ass cheeks wide apart so Lana could concentrate on fingering her enthusiastically. Nadia made primeval noises as the orgasm slowly rose up inside her and Lana bit her lip in concentration.

“God I’m cumming!” exclaimed Nadia, with escort esenler her pussy wet with desire and her butt hole full of probing finger.

“There. All done!” said Lana as Nadia’s climax subsided. “Mandy, would you like some lotion too?”

“Okay,” said Mandy.

Lana went over to her and started to massage the lotion into Mandy’s body. As Nadia lay on the chair, she could see the girls out of the corner of her eye. Lana’s hands were rubbing Mandy’s inner thighs and tight little bum.

“Well, who’s going to do me?” exclaimed Lana.

Nadia jumped at the chance.

“Which side are you going to lie down on?”

“On my back,” said Lana mischievously as she draped herself on the chair. Nadia applied lotion to her hands and begun by rubbing it into Lana’s wrists and arms. She then squirted some lotion onto her belly and breasts. It looked like generous spatters of Jason’s cum. Nadia imagined him ejaculating on to her face, as a little the liquid fell short and on to her breasts

“That tickles!” laughed Lana.

She then proceeded up to her chest and gently massaged the lotion into her luscious, full breasts. Nadia’s fingers circled her nipples. There was a smile on Lana’s face. She seemed to be enjoying it. Nadia then proceeded to add lotion to her legs, slowly rubbing her inner thighs; ‘accidentally’ brushing her neatly trimmed pussy at every stroke.

“Well, we are all moist,” Nadia, grinned, finding it hard to prevent her slowly emerging vicious teeth from protruding.

Mandy smiled and glanced at Lana

“Lie back Miss. Lets see just how moist you are?”

Lana knelt behind Nadia, and Nadia rested her head on her knees. Mandy eased Nadia’s legs apart and rested her oily hand against her pussy lips. She eased them apart, gently probing them with her index finger, running it up and down Nadia’s now very wanton slit. Nadia felt one finger probing her pussy tunnel, then a second, then a third worming their way in. Gently Mandy slid her hand back and forth.

“This isn’t normally part of the therapy,” whispered Lana looking down at Nadia and stroked her forehead.

Mandy bent her head down and started to tease Nadia’s clitoris with her lips, at the same time continuing to finger fuck her. After a while Nadia could feel her quim relaxing, then contracting as a fourth finger made its way in to join its companions. Mandy wasn’t really stretching her. Over the years Nadia’s pussy had been subject to many instruments of pleasure and torture. Vampires healed quickly and always seemed to return to the form at the moment of their changing. Mandy’s hand was so slender Nadia was convinced she could easily manage her whole fist. Nadia then realised that this was what Mandy intended. Lana watched, fascinated and envious that her tight little slot could barely take three fingers with comfort. Nadia couldn’t have rung a better number if she had ordered whores. Suddenly she could feel Mandy’s palm pushing in to her, then her thumb knuckle. It was marvellous, Nadia’s pussy rippled with orgasmic delight. She slipped herself forward until her pelvic thrusts inched further along Mandy’s hand. Mandy was very happy too, her free hand rubbing her own clitoris very hard. Nadia felt a major climax wash over her as the last of her the beauticians hand had all but disappeared and she sat up to watch her own cum trickle out on to Mandy’s wrist. Mandy laughed, pushing her forearm back and forth with speed, enhancing each orgasmic wave of pleasure streaming out of Nadia.

It was at least five minutes later when Mandy started extracting her sopping fingers from the vampire’s well-reamed tunnel. Nadia had cum enough, now she was really hungry and leaned forward as though to kiss Mandy’s neck and instead bit deeply in to her. Mandy panicked and started to scream. Nadia clamped one vice like hand across her mouth and continued to suck loudly. Lana sprawled forward to divide the two women, but without even breaking of from her feed, Nadia’s fist connected with Lana’s nose sending her tumbling backward unconscious. Mandy whimpered as her life’s blood drained away. No matter how she tried to struggle she simply couldn’t move. The last thing she saw before passing out was Nadia’s face, which was more like the muzzle of a wild animal stained with blood. Lana lay on the floor stunned, with her nose bleeding badly. She tried to raise herself up, but another blow from Nadia made her slump to her knees and fall forward against a chair.

“Well!” said Merryweather in a satisfied manner, putting the receiver down in to its cradle. “DDs were still open. The chap couldn’t give us an exact address from the fragment. But there was enough to give us a building. It’s a converted office block in Manhattan. One of the few that escaped the worst of the war. Only fifteen separate residences to visit in the morning.”

“I think we should get a drink,” suggested Hernandez.

“I think we deserve one!” her partner replied

To Be Continued…

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Tom anxiously rechecked the now well creased card stuffed in his pocket. “I hope I’m not too early for the party,” he muttered quietly to himself. The card was stuffed back into the pants pocket and fingers lifted to drum lightly upon the steering wheel. This was to be his first Halloween party as an adult, a college freshman away from his parents and the worries that he would blow it were upon his mind. Granted, those worries were interspersed with hopes that at least he would get the chance to get drunk and if he were lucky, to help a young lady relieve herself of the little clothing she’d worn as a costume.

He’d come a bit early, well a couple of hours early for the party, but it was Thirsty Thursday and so he’d wanted to avoid the downtown crowd getting in the way. Fingers adjusted the tie for the cloak around his throat, wishing he’d put the cloak on after getting out of the car. Eyes flicked to the rear view mirror to check the attempted makeup job. It wasn’t a fancy costume by any stretch of the imagination, but more importantly it had been on the clearance rack and thus within the meager college student budget his part time job afforded him. The only thing missing was the cheap set of plastic fangs that came with the costume, those fit so poorly that they’d been left at home.

Out of the car he stepped, readjusting the cape and slipping his keys into the pocket of the worn black jeans he wore. One last duck into the car to grasp the case of Milwaukee’s Best and the door was shut, three times to make sure it actually latched shut. “Beater with occasional heater,” he chuckled to himself, and strode over towards the front door. Once there he turned over the invite, the twenty dollar cover charge, and the case of beer to the guys at the front and made his way in.

There weren’t many people there when he first walked in, but at least a few partygoers had already arrived, much to his relief at having potentially been the first. There was a small snack table on one side with a DJ setting up shop next to it, he supposed that was what the cover charge was for. He could see a couple of guys standing off to one side not in costume, and presumed there were some form of security from the way they seemed to be watching everyone. Odd, he thought, at first but shrugged it off and figured it couldn’t hurt nor was he planning to do anything that would involve them.

The party was being thrown by one of the oldest sororities on campus, officially they had been founded shortly after the university started up and the house they had showed it. Over the decades it apparently had been fixed up quite a bit, and while there were still obvious signs of it being a sorority house, overall it was quite impressive and he wondered at what it must feel like to reside in such a place. He, being a freshman, was stuck in the dorms and simply counted himself lucky enough to have gone to a school that let him bring his vehicle. Most schools seemed to have made it a rule not to allow freshman vehicles anymore.

Subtly, hidden by the tablecloth, he adjusted his groin a bit to try and make it less noticeable. His imagination had already run wild thanks to all the stories he’d heard over the past couple of weeks about this particular party and the couple of costumes he’d seen girls wearing outside only made him anxious to see what they dared wear behind closed doors.

As guests filtered in, he took notice that many of the women arrived fully clothed, mostly in full sweats, and often went straight upstairs. About a half hour after the first couple had arrived, they started coming back down the stairs and it was then that Tom realized no matter how much adjusting he made, the bulge would be always be obvious. Not that he lingered on that concern for very long as his eyes wandered between the women as they filtered about the room. Witches seemed to be in this year and his eyes were greeted with every escort sultangazi various way to dress like a witch that he could imagine, and some he would not have imagined. One in particular caught his eye, a taller woman wearing a full length black dress, the sides slit all the way up to her waist and the front was simply a pair of straps that came over her full bosom and clipped behind her neck.

He watched as she strolled through the party goers and headed right to the refreshments, ladling herself a cup of punch. She lifted the cup to lavender colored lips and took a long drink, his eyes watching as her throat moved with each swallow of the liquid. Once the cup was drained, she refilled it then turned around and pressed her rear lightly to the table while hazel eyes overlooked the crowd. Quickly Tom looked away when her gaze came his way, feeling a touch of a blush fill out his cheeks.

It wasn’t like he was inexperienced, the summer before college began had been filled spending his free time with a coworker who like him, had been eighteen, a virgin, and unwilling to go to college having never had sex. The two of them had scoured the internet for various techniques and positions, making time every week to try something new. She had even let him enter her rear two weeks prior to school starting. Yet, she and the woman before him were on completely different levels and he felt his confidence sap away under this woman’s gaze.

Still, whenever she looked away from him, Tom took the advantage to take lingering looks. The way the light slid down the shiny black and lavender locks held his gaze till finally his eyes would come to rest upon her rear, occasionally glimpsing it when a slit moved in the perfect way. So engrossed he became in watching her that the beer in his hands became warm. Upon realizing just how long he’d been staring when he sipped the beer, Tom made a note to try to not appear so creepy and attempted to work and mingle into the crowd. His actions and gaze, however, had not gone unnoticed by the bouncers.

As the night went on, the beers took less and less time to empty and while he was having a good time and well into the goal of getting drunk, Tom was having no luck on the goal of getting laid. The costumes had him feeling the growing case of blue balls, and some of the games had left pieces of already skimpy costumes strewn about the party area. The crowd was slowly thinning out as people succumbed to the heavy sexual atmosphere and stumbled their way to various bedrooms, dark corners, and in the case of one couple to just putting on a show on the staircase.

The surroundings not helping his case much, Tom slowly began to make his way towards the patio area. His lungs thanked him as the air began to clear, he hadn’t even noticed how smoky the building had gotten. The crack of a new can of beer opening filled the air while he slowly allowed the air in his lungs to exchange for the cleaner night air. “It sure is easier to breathe out here, isn’t it?” Came the soft, feminine voice behind him.

Tom whipped around to find the tall woman from before lounging upon a short, stone wall surrounding the courtyard. “Yes, I didn’t realize just how many people were smoking in there. Kind of nice to get out of there for a bit.” His voice shook just a little bit and despite the alcohol flowing through his system, he could feel his member beginning to harden just from looking at her.

Lavender lips turned to a small smile, “Yes, happens every year that we run the party. Takes a couple of weeks to air the building out, but it’s worth it.” She lifted a leg up upon the stone, letting the dress fall between taut thighs, “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself, both at this party and at drooling over me all night.” A flash of pearly white teeth as she made the last part of the comment. “I must say, it’s been fun seeing your escort fatih pants get tight every time you see me.”

His face felt warm as the blood rushed to his cheeks, “Well you’re very sexy and that dress shows it off well. I think you bewitched me, “a nervous chuckle followed the bad joke. His eyes were having a hard time lifting themselves from where the dress covered over her mound.

Pink tongue caressed over her teeth as she watched him stare at her, fingers reached down and entwined in the slip of material. “If you’re going to stare at it so much, why don’t you lick it?” She flicked the material over her extended leg, revealing soft, pink lips surrounded by trimmed black hair. Against the stone she laid back, waiting for him to take her up on the invitation.

He blinked for a few moments at her boldness, wondering if his alcohol fogged brain had cooked up this scene. But as he stood there, his second head took over and within seconds he found himself kneeling upon the cold concrete and leaning his head in towards her. First, he took in a deep smell, savoring her scent before letting his tongue run the length of her slit. Gently fingers parted her outer lips to allow his tongue access.

She smiled as he took advantage of the offer, reaching down to stroke his hair. His tongue had some experience and was hitting the major areas, but it was far from being highly skilled. Still his enthusiasm at the task was admirable and it still felt pleasant though at this rate it was going to take her some time till she would have a proper orgasm. With the night only being half over, she was willing to take the time needed and there were many worse ways to while away the time than getting her pussy eaten. A little grin to herself, sometimes life was just that good.

When she finally reached orgasm, her hazel eyes drifted to the young man between her thighs, “Now if you’ll so kindly join me on this stone wall I’d love to return the favor.” A giggle had to be suppressed at how quickly he jumped up on the wall, and she managed to offer just a smile before reaching over and slowly unzipping his jeans. She reached in and slowly pulled his hard member out into the chilly night air, taking a few moments to look it over. He was a fairly decent length, with average girth, but the head was absolutely massive making her think of a lollipop. Eyes glanced to see the look of anticipation upon his face, giving her a thrill, and without delay she leaned over to wrap her lips around the head.

At first all he could think about was how damned lucky he was to watch her engulf his cock within her mouth but shortly that thought turned to how damned good she was at sucking cock. The amount of suction she could place upon it was incredible and her tongue seemed to know every single spot that would bring a moan to his throat. She worked her hand well in tandem with her mouth, and gently rolled his cum filled balls about within her other hand. For the first time in his life, he was glad that alcohol had dulled his senses a bit as he was able to enjoy the blowjob for at least a little bit.

As she expected it didn’t take long until she felt his shaft being to harden just a hair more and feel the cum move through his cock up into her waiting mouth. Slowly she swallowed each drop, then let go of his member just in time to watch his body slump over to the side. Her tongue slipped out to clean off her lips and hand went up to wave over a pair of the bouncers, “Take this one to the basement. You know what to do with him from there.”

Slowly Tom awoke, feeling groggier than a normal hangover, and when he tried to pull his hand over to rub the sleep from his eyes, he felt resistance and the cold touch of a metal bracelet. His eyes cracked open to look around and he found himself laying nude in a small room, shackled at hands and feet to a bed. The woman from earlier escort etiler was seated at a desk and gave him a little smile when he awoke.

“Finally,” she uttered, getting off of the chair to stroll over to the bed and settle down on the edge. “I’m sure you have a million things going through your head right now, but for now you’re just getting the short explanation of it and a proposition, m’kay?”

He nodded slowly, and while he hated to admit to it, his eyes were focused more on her plump lips that had felt so lovely upon his member. Damned horny bastard he was, and it seemed it had finally cost him dearly.

“So here’s the deal, vampires are real,” She grinned for a moment to show off the well-known elongated fangs and gave him a moment to let that sink in. “Yes, some of us suck blood, but that’s only part of it. The short story is that we exist by taking life force from humans, some get it through blood and some of us get it through sexual pleasure. I tend to prefer to give my donors sexual pleasure such as the blowjob from earlier this evening. So, that being the case I throw a party every year in order to help replenish my ranks as is sometimes needed. This brings us to the proposition.”

He swallowed a little, there wasn’t much information there but then again his mind was still stuck on vampire and thinking how that explained about her being able to suck so well and so hard. The memory triggering a little stirring in his groin and apparently getting a small smile from her.

“You have three choices, and believe me there is always someone who takes the ones you don’t expect. The first choice is the one I hope you take, and that is to allow me to use you as a life force donor. In return for allowing me to take a little bit of life from you, which does replenish itself as long as you’re healthy, you will be well taken care of and of course, get to have daily sex with me and several of my coven members.” She slowly traced over his cock with a lavender painted nail, watching him.

“Of course you could always choose to rebel against me and make us have to harvest cum from you. If that’s the case, well, take a look at the screen and you’ll see how we accomplish that.”

As he turned towards the television, he could see another college aged male strapped to a table. Underneath his cock was a collection bowl and he was in the midst of having his ass raped by a grinning vampiress with an insanely huge strapon.

“Sadly it seems no matter what we do, they don’t live very long being milked like that. Such is there choice though and in my opinion better than the waste of the third choice. That one is reserved only for the worst of cases, where there is no working with them in the least bit, and so we simply cut the throat and drink the blood while it’s still warm. It’s such a waste but…sometimes we’re forced to do it.”

She wrapped her fingers around his slowly hardening cock and gently stroked it, “So what will it be? Become a sex slave and get to blow your wad within several willing vampires craving your cock or would you rather be turned over to a nasty little lady with a penchant for causing as much pain as she can?”

As if she really had to ask that question, there was no way that he even though options two and three were even viable, “So uh, do I call you mistress then?” A small part of him inside cringed when he saw the smile creep across her face.

Several weeks later and for the second time that day he was crammed inside the janitor’s closet, back pressed up against several broom handles as a lovely blonde fellated him. Daisy was one of the more insatiable women and took full advantage of the situation, making sure to drain him at least three to four times a day for the three days in a row she was allotted. Sure, it was a helluva drain on his body and usually he needed a couple of days to rest after her but who was he to complain about getting laid on a regular basis. Never mind that the girls fed him well, their sorority house was warmer and the beds more comfortable than his dorm room, and hey even his new beater with a heater had been made in the last four years. Life was good, so long as he could keep up with these nymphos.

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Nigkala Tales Pt. 14: The heights of Ecstasy

Getting it on, way up high

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For the last month, I have been researching ways to get my friend’s brother’s body retrieved from Mount Everest. The cost was not as much as I thought, but finding someone to actually do it was going nowhere. I spoke to my husband about it. “Filipe, do you have any ideas on how I can convince someone to fetch the body?”

“Without using your ability to force someone, the only thing I can think of is appealing to their greed. You have already learned that doing a favor is not going to work.”

“My gift might make them do it, but without testing and abusing people, I don’t see it lasting the two months or so, needed to go up and come down with a body. As for greed, the amount of gear carried plus a body is too much for anyone I contacted about it. It just is too much for anyone to carry. Having a second helps, because they can transfer some gear, but that makes it harder since you need two people who work as a team.”

“So greed is out.”

“Yeah. This is really important to him. I want to help him if I can.”

Filipe was silent for a while. Then he said, “Becky Sue, would it be possible for you to do it? I know you are strong enough to carry a lot. But I don’t know how well you might be able to do it.”

“I should go? And you are okay with this?”

“You should consider it. As to being okay, I know you will be distraught until you find a solution. You are also careful, as shown by how many stunts you have done and how little you have been hurt. You also have access to some divine gifts that might be useful.”

“I will have to think on this for a while.”

A few minutes later, I was downstairs in the gym working out. As I zoned out doing reps and such, I used the time to consider the positives and negatives of doing this myself. By the time I finished, I decided to do it. I knew I needed some more experience in mountain climbing, so that was where I would start.

I contacted a local club to learn who was a good trainer, and where would be good local climbing conditions for high altitude climbing. Over the next week, I met several teachers to see who was most suitable. I settled on Rick Graves, a retired extreme climber. Although he was missing a hand, he had experience climbing some high mountains, and specialized on high angle climbing. Our first face to face meeting was in two weeks. He had sent me a list of items to have and bring. Another thing in his favor was working with my schedule.

We met mid-morning at his climbing studio. I asked the first person I saw where I could find him. I then headed over. “Hello, are you Rick Graves?”

The man turned around and said, “Yes I am, little, um… not so little lady. How can I help you?”

“I’m Becky Sue Tate, and I called about lessons.”

“Not what I expected.”

I smiled and said, “I get that a lot.”

“You did say you were tall, but I didn’t think you would be that tall. So what experience do you have?”

“I’m an actress, and I recently had to free climb a three hundred foot cliff outside Mexico City.”

“No stunt double?”

I indicated my height. “How many stunt doubles do you think I have?” I smiled again. “I trained two weeks to do that.”

“Not much training, then. Hmm, let’s see how you do on the wall.” He led me over to one side, where there was a forty-foot-high, fake wall for people to climb. “Let’s hook you up, and see how well you do.” He hooked me up, then said, “Use any color protrusion.”

I proceeded to climb, and as I did, he took up the slack on the line. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking up my skirt. I rang the bell up top, and descended. “What are the different colors for?”

“That is for testing your skill. Any color is Beginner level. You did that nicely. Look over at this console for a moment.” I did. “You can see the path you took. This also shows what colors you used, and your time. For now, ignore the time. Do it safely. This time, go up, but don’t use any red grips.”

I went up, almost as quickly as before. The reduced speed was due to having to verify I didn’t use any red grip. “How’s that?”

“Good. That was Student level. Again, but no red or orange.” I went up, rang the bell, and then back down. “Intermediate level. Again, without the yellows, either.” *ding* “Experienced level, nice. Now without green ones.” *ding* “Advanced level, and you haven’t slowed down.”

I grinned and said, “Well, I do have a long reach.” I also noticed several people had gathered around to watch.

“True. Now without blue, that is only using the black ones.” *ding* I got some applause from the watchers when I came down. “Damn, Expert level on your first attempt. And fast. It’s clear this wall is no challenge to you. But the real world is another matter. escort taksim Let’s go to my office, and see the gear you brought.” There went my audience.

Once there, he had me lay everything on a table where he examined it. Finishing, he said, “Good. Put it on, and then follow me outside.” He put some gear of his own on, and then led me out back, which was at the base of a series of steep rock faces. “These steep hills are good for learning, mainly because your fall will be slowed down as you slide down, rather than falling straight down. You will likely get beat up, but unlikely to lose your life from a fall. My lack of a hand means I cannot easily show you how to do what you need to do, but I have learned to explain in detail. So listen carefully, and do as I say. I can test your work with one hand.”

He started out with simple knots, and how to set chocks for handholds. He had me climb up and down a few body-lengths to get used to how it works. Next, he showed me how to use a crack as a surface to push off and pull on at the same time, allowing ascent. I was dubious at first, but even one-handed, he managed to climb up a foot. Then he had me do it. My body was saying ‘That’s not natural, it hurts!’, but it worked. He had me climb up only ten feet before coming back down.

The next trick he taught, was using friction to climb. He led me to the back of the building, where there was a movable fake wall making a parallel wall opposite a fixed one in the corner. It made a ‘U’ shape, with a variable distance between the upright parts of the ‘U’. There was a fake rock surface on each. He set it to about a foot. Sliding sideways into it, he proceeded to climb ten feet using friction from the soles of his feet, his knees, his butt, and his hands. “Don’t need a hand on this one, as the pressure makes the friction.” He came down and had me do the same. I took ten times as long to get two feet up. “Good enough for now. Out.”

Next, he made it two and a half feet wide. This time, the friction was his soles and his butt or hands. Again, he went up and down quickly. On my turn, it was fairly easy, if a tad cramped. “You don’t get to choose how wide the crack is, so tough about being cramped.” Next he set it to seven feet wide. This time he put his feet on one wall, and hands on the other, and demonstrated walking up that way. Before letting me try it, he widened it out to nine feet. “You’re too tall to try at seven feet, but this should be better.” He was right. Walking up wasn’t too hard, but I could see you could not rest as easily as you could in some other setups.

“That’s it for opposed force, now comes a tougher one.” He set the width to ten feet, as far as it could go. “I don’t think I ever had anyone who might be able to climb a ten-foot width before, but you just might.” He smiled. “But this time, you only get to use two adjacent sides. We’ll use the fixed ones, as it may need more pressure, and they have far less give.” He then showed me how it was done. Me, I kept slipping after only a few feet.

“Sorry, it’s just not happening.”

“That’s okay. Today was to introduce you to the various non-destructive ways of climbing. Further sessions will be devoted to the various ways I showed you today. When you have mastered these, I’ll teach you the destructive ways, such as hammering in pitons and setting lines.”

“Oh, much better.”

“Your size means I will have to find places better suited for your scale. The rock doesn’t care, but the forms are best in certain ranges, and I am less familiar with the ranges you need. Now, back to the office.” We went there. “Take your gloves off, I want to see your hands.” He examined them. “Good, no damage. Look at my hand. See all those calluses? That has come from a lifetime of climbing. You have some calluses, so you likely won’t have trouble.” We set up a schedule, and then he sent me to the locker room to shower. There was also a shared sauna, so I entered, took my towel off and sat naked in the sauna. I was the only one naked. I used their desire to see if my breasts were real, to get them to play with my entire body. While I never had sex in the sauna, I was often invited for some play after.

It took several months, but I mastered all the skills he taught me, even the corner ascent. “Thank you, Rick. I have a confession to make. I want to climb Mount Everest.”

“Aiming high, both literally and figuratively, aren’t you.”

“Not for myself, but for a friend. Suffice it to say, I need to make the climb, and I selected you for your knowledge in extreme climbing.”

“I see. But I cannot take you on the needed training climbs. You may not have chosen well.”

“I considered that. I believe you can train me in the fundamentals that I really need, as one of the best to do so. You can then hook me up with an experienced climber for the actual training climb. We would both have full comm. gear so you could see and hear everything, commenting on the way. You could also use a scope to see us across the distance.”

“Hmm, escort topkapı interesting twist on teaching you have there. I am willing to try, but no guarantees.”

“Reasonable.”

Over the next year and a half, we continued training. I had some breaks to make a pair of movies, but we worked around it. Finally, he said, “You are truly tenacious. You listen, and learn, much better than most of my students. You also have given back to me the thrill of climbing, even if only fleetingly. For that, thank you.” I promised to send postcards when I finally tried.

My next step, was to talk to the folks at Red Horizons. I figured I had some pull with them as we worked together to invent space sex. I connected with some of the same people I had worked with before. After some negotiation, I eventually contracted them to make me a hang glider that could be reconfigured into a tent. It had to be instrumented and be able to carry me, my Everest pack, and a frozen body. When in the tent configuration, it had to handle me sleeping in it on Everest. Lastly, it had to be something I could carry on my back. This last was perhaps the tightest requirement, as more weight meant I would tire easier. I already had calculated how much I would be carrying without a tent.

I got weekly status updates, but let them do their stuff. The first task was to determine the total weight the glider would carry, and add a buffer, with a result of six hundred pounds. Next was to come up with a glider capable of carrying that weight and also configurable into a tent. Then came the determination of what materials to use. This was one of the hardest tasks, as flight wants thin, but camping wants thick. They found something nice, but it was expensive, and asked me to okay it. I did. Then came the mock-ups. Fabricated of cheap materials, and loose tolerances, they worked on how well they worked practically. I had to visit a few times so that I could try it out. I brought the pack I had selected for the trip, filled with fake supplies of a suitable weight.

Good thing I did. Their first packed form utterly failed, and so did the next one. Then they had the idea of splitting the packed form in two, one for each side of my pack. The next problem was the pole length. They assumed a seven-foot pole would be acceptable. Just hiking, we quickly learned that anything much below my butt or above my head didn’t work, so that meant no more than four feet. The containers became carry bags for the glider. The center most part of the wing became the tent base, however, they said it was the most vulnerable to wear. To assist, they made my cocoon out of a sturdier material, and also the body bag I would need. These would also serve as ground insulation and protection.

Once it was ready for testing, I spent a few weeks learning the fancy device. I routinely flew at the local flight club with a dummy weight, and camped overnight with company in tent form. Returning it, they made a number of tweaks to make it easier to use. Another week of testing, and it passed. They wanted me to keep records on my trip, so they could use it to advertise a specialty-market version. The idea of gliding and camping looked like a possible niche-market.

The final part of my plan, was to join a trip that would go very close to where his brother lay, and to also contact the survivors to learn firsthand about their trip. It was almost time for the ascents, but that left too little time to organize things. I decided next year’s season would be better. I got lucky this year and did three films. I also did some training by carrying an increasingly heavy pack as I did laps in my home gym. I also wore weighted armbands and leg bands at home. Filipe got that idea from a cartoon series.

Since I felt it was going to get a fair bit of publicity, Filipe and I decided to make an investment as part of the deal. I would be passing through six tiny towns that had little infrastructure, so I researched and came up with a plan to send a pocket industry to each. A pair of cargo containers would contain a lot of solar cells, a pair of battery storage units, an extendable, cell-tower mast, an oxygen collector, and a satellite hub for voice and internet. These containers also had sufficient fixtures to make them into a home. They just needed assembly. The container homes would house the families that ran the pocket industry. They would sell the collected oxygen, by refilling containers. The foundation I created, Nigkala Service, a non-profit, would run the units. Another company, Nigkala Communications, ran the cell and internet services for profit, paying for power from the units. These units started arriving and becoming operational two months before I was to arrive.

The time came to leave for Kathmandu in Nepal. The long trip was relieved by a number of mile-high encounters. En route, I kept aware of the air we were flying through. Anytime I sensed turbulence ahead, I used my power to smooth it out. I spent a week in Kathmandu, escort şirinevler smoothing out all sorts of bureaucratic issues, and to acclimatize to the altitude and time zone. Getting laid nightly was a bonus. Next was a flight to Lukla, with more bureaucracy and acclimatization. Then I took the standard tourist trip to the launch point of Gorak Shep. Each little town, I checked in on its pocket industry, to see how they were working out and to take notes on what they needed.

At the last stop, I exchanged my tourist backpack for the custom one I had sent with the containers. A lot of people were surprised. I stayed there a week rather than the normal two days. I had reserved the whole room, which normally slept two, yet I never spent a night alone. The next-to-last day, the press arrived in the form of three reporters. I gave interviews to each, indicating I was doing a favor for a friend, and that they might want to stick around, as I expected some interesting things to happen on my trip. I also posed for each of them, including some naughty poses. They all took pictures of me leaving this tiny town. The scandal sheets had a field day from me being so covered up.

Our first stop was a local shrine, to pray for a good climb. As the ceremony proceeded, I felt a presence below. I knew the story of Inanna and the Mountain, and I was her priestess. I desired no quarrel, so I projected my own presence, and desire for peace. Without words, I felt the question, ‘Why?’ So I projected the sense of a fallen climber, and my desire to return his body to his family. I then felt a grudging permission and watchfulness.

Most backpacks for topping Everest run about sixty to seventy pounds. Mine was a hundred fifty, most of which was my ‘tent’. I got a few comments on its construction, but I just said I needed something special that fit me. I also offered to share with anyone who wanted to spend a night in a larger tent, as there was room. They quickly learned that I slept in the nude, and enjoyed sex. The added space, with benefits, overcame any reluctance. As I was the only female in the party, no one complained. As we climbed, I occasionally felt the mountains’ presence watching me. Sometimes even my dreams seemed to replay my life, although they seemed to miss my trip to the past.

It was at the Khumbu Icefall that people realized I was unusually strong. The person ahead of me slipped and fell from about halfway up. While he was roped to the party, my quick reactions that planted my ice pick and then catching him single-handedly, allowed me to save him from death. But it was when I pulled him by wrapping his line around my glove to bring him back up until he could assist by holding onto me that surprised even the Sherpas.

That incident also established a fair bit of respect for me by everyone, as they had thought I was just a rich tourist. Another bit of respect was my ability to sense a weather change well before it became a problem. That took almost two weeks, before they trusted my weather warnings as the real thing. It saved us some trouble, as we avoided traveling when the weather would turn us back. Late at night, I would cause a camp-wide increase in air pressure. Not much, but helping a little with the altitude. I found that my air blessing meant that I barely noticed the low pressure, or the cold. I still acted as if I did, so the others wouldn’t notice.

It was on the way to Camp Three, that trouble struck. One of the climbers started to feel pain in his abdomen. We all helped out, by assisting his climbing, but we were about an hour from the camp when he collapsed and could not get up. We got his pack off to help, but it wasn’t enough. Everyone was asking our leader, Edmund Smythe III, what we were going to do. After five minutes, I called for silence.

“Edmund. It is clear that Raphe cannot go farther. You have been up here before. Tell me, how difficult is the climb from here to the camp?”

“The climb, although strenuous, isn’t too difficult, but it is beyond him. Why?”

Rather than answer, I just walked up to Raphe, bent my knees, and picked him up. “You all get his stuff, I will carry him.” I started up the trail.

Edmund shouted, “Hey, there’s no way you can carry him all the way!”

“Watch, and see just what being the warrior, Nigkala, means.” I set a slow and steady pace, the same we had been going before his pain.

“Who is Nigkala?”

I said nothing, but one of the others indicated I was the actress that played the Sumerian Warrior in the movies. While they discussed that, I called out, “Get his gear!” I also used my power to slowly increase the air pressure around the two of us, so we could breathe easier, even with the supplemental oxygen.

Edmund took charge, and quickly divvied his gear among the rest, then followed. A few minutes later, he caught up to me as I had stopped. “Problem?”

“I don’t know the way. Please take the lead.”

“You okay carrying him?”

“Go. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can rest. Go.”

He was taken aback at my command tone, but complied, although slower than before. He kept on looking back, only to see me close behind. After another five minutes, he sped up to our normal pace, and saw I was keeping up. He continued looking back, but with longer and longer intervals.

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Chapter 20 — On the Boat

In the morning, we wake up early. We shower. Six rooms and six of us, we all get a nice hot, uninterrupted shower. Everyone had a slight hangover and are sore from so much raw sex. Don and Sara naturally wanted to help make breakfast, but Patty will have none of that. The kitchen is too small, Don gave up. Sara was more insistent, she helped cut up vegetables for the omelets. Sara, Phoebe, Julia, and I get baked omelets while the others get pan-fried. Her potatoes are to die for. Crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. She uses New York breakfast sausage; it has more punch than typical store-bought does.

We have a great breakfast, and then we help set up Julia in the formal living room where she will have space, access to a sink, some privacy, and away from the sun. Lighting is okay in there, and she can yell for next. I am first, followed by Sara and Phoebe. We have a nice lunch, and then Bill, Anthony, and Don follow. We had enough sex last night; the massages go well. She is slower due to being worn out. It would be worse, but as I requested, no happy endings. She is magical, like always. Everyone is abuzz about Julia’s expertise with her hands.

When she finishes with Don, she notices that we are far from shore still. She expected to be walking off the boat soon. I grab her by the hand and lead her back into the room. Everyone wore trunks or bikini’s today. Julia is no exception, she looks confused.

I command her, “Up, on the table, face down.”

She tries to deny me, it’s cute.

Julia, “Um, no. You don’t know what to do. You will hurt me. No, no, no!”

I smile at her, “Oh, come on. You are beat. Look at you. You can barely stand up. You had a rough night and worked all day; YOU need a massage. Unfortunately, the best person for the job is unavailable for you. You have done me dozens of times. I think I know the pattern. I will have to adjust the pressure to your liking, I don’t want to be too rough or too soft. Now get up there, or I will throw you up there.”

She relents. She removes her top and gets up on the table. I use some of her oil, one she never uses on me. I have already checked the smell of each, and this is the one I selected for her. I pour some in my hands and then rub my hands together to warm the oil. I go through the pattern that she uses. More pressure on deep tissue and muscles and less on leaner parts of the body like face, neck, and joints.

She never said a word to praise or scold me. I was hoping for some feedback to see if I was doing ok. I am just guessing here and going by my memory of what she does to me. I have no idea if you do women differently. Naturally, as my hands are near her thighs, my fingers barely touch her pussy lips. I can see she is getting excited. I move my hands away. When she calms down, I feel them again. She giggles, and I see her whole body move as she does. I have her turn over.

I get more oil again, I do this a lot, and I oil up the top half of her body. I am generous with my time as I help work the stiffness out of her muscles. When I am near her breasts, they get a lot of attention. My body is reaching her full length, and as I move up her body or back down, my tongue reaches out and licks a nipple. That drives her wild. Her body constricts.

I admonish my client, “I need you to stay still if you want me to work out your stress. Please DON’T move.”

Julia looks at me with piercing eyes, “Next time is going to be hell for you.” She smiles.

I reply, “The way you tease me, every time is hell for me.”

After I finish her breasts, I move down to her stomach and legs. I give her feet special attention. She doesn’t do this for me. I am doing this because she spent all day giving massages to me and my best friends and lovers. With dancing in heels last night and on her feet all day, they must be killing her. She often moans as my fingers glide around her toes and caress the bottom of her feet and ankles. She looks to be in heaven. I spend more time than necessary there before moving up her legs.

I know her cunt is sore; however, I can still rub her thighs near her pussy and stimulate her. I am very successful. She left her bikini bottom on, there must be a reason, I honor her request.

When I am done, I give her a quick kiss on the lips and announce that dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Sara and I did some fishing this afternoon and caught some grouper we will eat for dinner. No great sailfish or tuna. They were still fun to catch, they put up a good fight for their size. With Sara’s first time, it was perfect.

I have just finished the massage, I wash my hands, and I find Julia crying and sitting on her table. I stand in front of her, and she buries her head into my chest. She continues to cry. Phoebe and Bill are fishing now. Sara comes in, wondering why Julia is crying.

Sara looks at me, “What did afyon escort you do to her?”

I look at Sara, shrug my shoulders.

Julia laughs while still crying in my arms and says, “Steve just gave me a perfect massage on his first try. It was perfect. It was beautiful. I never thought of massaging woman’s feet. He remembered me wearing heels last night and I’ve been on my feet all day. Yes, they were killing me. He spent twenty minutes making them feel oh, so wonderful. His fingers used just the right amount of force. I have had hundreds of massages. It’s partially how you learn. I’ve had some good ones, he was awesome. If that’s what I do to people, no wonder they like me so much. Since you taught me something, the student has become the master.”

I laugh at her, “You have had some bad massages then, I’m not that great. I just tried to follow you. If anything, you just enjoyed the same massage you give others … other than the feet. I’ll take credit for that. I did remember you being in high heels last night.”

Sara gets up on the table, sitting up with her legs and calf’s hanging off the end of the table.

She says to us, “Let’s see what you two are made of. I had high heels on last night. My feet hurt like hell. Make me feel better.”

We oil up and each start massaging a foot. Sara loves it immediately.

Julia asks me, “I noticed you choose lilac for me. I wouldn’t have used that. What made you pick that scent?”

I reply, “It’s your personality. You are outgoing yet very feminine. Lilac has a fruity smell that is sweet and flowery. The type of oil was also important. Some are thick, and some are very thin. I wanted a thin one that would slide better. I didn’t want to work as hard and tire out. If it were cold in here, I would have used a thicker oil as it would have forced me to work harder. It would have been warmer.”

When we finish, Julia asks, “Who was better?”

Sara was brutally honest, “You were. I enjoyed his firmer handling of my muscles, which felt better. There was a big difference in strength he used. Your firmness of touch didn’t range as much. However, your contact is better. Steve is inexperienced, he used one steady pressure for an entire muscle. You are like a singer or musician. A singer holds a note, but with a slight flutter to accentuate the note.

“A musician doesn’t just hold a finger on a string; they twist the finger to slightly change the note making it more interesting. That is what you do when you massage. You change your firmness as you massage. That’s why you are special. I didn’t notice it until you two were side by side. Your experience and skill show. I was amazed at how well he did. I expected a man with no experience to be a total hack. He wasn’t. Even more interesting is you never showed him how to do feet, he made it up as he went. I bet some of that was based on what he learned from you. Still, both were great, you’re just better.”

Julia is floored, her mouth is open, “That’s the most amazing observation. People have tried to tell me how and why I’m better and can’t. Hearing you say that, yes, that is exactly what I do even if it isn’t intentional.”

Julia rushes Sara and hugs her tight, “Thanks for that insight. I will incorporate what I learned about his strength and feet massages to get even better. Thank you so much.”

I break up the lovefest, “Time for dinner. Baked, fried, pan-seared and boiled flounder tonight. Patty had fun this afternoon preparing dinner. We’ll be in the large formal dining room with the staff. Let’s go, girls.”

Chapter 21 – Graduation

Two years have passed. I am at graduation for The Twenty from college. I am sitting next to mom in a football stadium. Dad passed a few weeks after my trip with Sara and Phoebe. Sara and I have been married for a year. She is pregnant with our first child and is eight months along. Mom is beaming with pride. She has an apartment near us, and we have dinner frequently. She has a boyfriend, I don’t see much of him. I can live with that.

I go nuts when each of The Twenty crosses the stage. Mom and I go crazy for Phoebe. Mom is embarrassed to be near me. I don’t give a damn. Everyone funnels out one end of the stadium. Don and Anthony pull members of The Twenty and their families out of line to join me. It’s a sweltering day, we serve iced tea and lemon aid. I wait until all twenty are present.

I stand amongst them and yell, “Congratulations on graduating. I know you are all pressed for time, so I will keep this short. I’m proud of you all for the work that you put in. I have known you all a long time, and I hope that I have helped in a small way. I assure you all that you made a profound change in my life. When I go fishing, it’s with a pole and in the boat. When I go hiking, I stay away from cold and danger.

“For helping me see the errors of my ways and saving me, I have a small present for each of you. They are all the same, it doesn’t matter what basket you take. Trust me on this, DON’T throw away the envelope. It will help make starting out in life a bit easier. This is goodbye for all of aydın escort you but my sister Phoebe. I will stop bugging you and showing up in your life. I promised to do this, and I have. Please grab a basket, and you are free to go. Thank you.”

Anthony and Don hand out the baskets. These are large laundry baskets chock full of presents that were hand-wrapped by my staff and me. It took a long time to wrap everything. I get a hug and a kiss from everyone.

Jenny is in tears, and she whispers in my ear, “I am glad you stopped Groundhog Day. I hear Sara is awesome. I am happy for you. Thank you for everything.” Now she is gone.

Later, Beth catches me, and she too is in tears and whispers in my ear, “I’m happy for you and Sara. I miss you. Maybe if I am ever in New York, we can catch up some time.”

I whisper back, “That would be nice. Have a great life.”

I noticed that every girl gave Sara a big hug, and they have a short conversation. Sara is the bottleneck to let them go. They all stand in line to talk to her. I give them privacy, she will tell me later.

I gave them all $10,000, a laptop, monitor, docking station, portable printer, portable scanner, Android phone, Android tablet, and a backpack to set them up with technology. They also get a new pink jersey to replace the one that most of them have worn out, and a photo album of the twenty that they all contributed to. I kept a twenty-first for myself. They are prepared for a lot now.

I have twenty thank you emails by the time I got home.

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In the following year, Daniel was born. Mom and Phoebe come over every Friday and Saturday night for dinner. Phoebe stays overnight. Both mom and Phoebe help with baby-sitting. Phoebe has a good-paying job. She lives in one of my buildings for free, as does mom. I bought the building, so they can be close to me. Any troubles, and I can fix it for them. Their neighborhood has a low crime rate.

Life is cruising along. My family is healthy, my son is smart and robust. We vacation often, and life is incredible. Sara is unbelievable in the bedroom. We experiment a lot. When Phoebe is over, we either role play or use her as a slave. Humiliation is often a large part of that. Public exposure or humiliation is her special treat. Personally, I don’t get it at all. She gets off on it big time. Because of that, I try to be the best master I can. When I falter, Sara has my back. She loves being dominant. At least once a night, I stumble. If only I could try harder. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Chapter 22 – Beth

October 9th, 7:12 PM

I am giving my son, Daniel, a bath in the tub. Sara is sitting on the floor next to me. This is a common thing to do at night before bedtime. I hear the doorbell ring. It’s a Wednesday, I don’t care who is at the door.

I soon hear Bill’s booming drill sergeant voice call up the stairs, “STEVE! GET DOWN HERE QUICK!”

Yikes, this sounds urgent. I am scared, Bill never sounds like that.

I pick up my son, hand him to Sara, “Stay up here, hide in a closet until we come to get you. Hurry!”

I quickly run down the stairs, I don’t see anyone, I am cautious, something is wrong. I move quickly but silently through the house. I see two people in the living room sitting down. One is Bill, and he is hugging the other person. They have a single suitcase. Oh shit, this is bad.

I walk into the living room with Anthony and Don close behind me. I find Beth sitting on a chair, she looks to be six months pregnant. That isn’t the most startling part. Her face is bruised and swollen, she looks skinny and exhausted.

I bark out commands, “Anthony, get your coat, call Phoebe for the address. Bill, go upstairs and tell Sara the coast is clear and then have her come down. Don, get an ambulance here immediately. I am getting some ice, be right back.”

We have ice packs, I found them near the first aid kit. I punch it to instantly get a cold pack. I grab the paper towels and run back. I quickly apply the ice. It’s been a day or two, this may not help, but I did something to try and make things better. Beth tries to talk. I shush her.

With anger in my voice, I try to be calm, “Take it easy. You need help, and it’s on the way. Sleep if you can, things will get better.”

Bill, Sara, and Daniel come done, and Sara is horrified.

I tell Sara, “I’ll be out late tonight helping. I want Daniel to get his normal sleep. Beth will be fine in time. We’re going to the hospital. Have mom or Phoebe stop by and take care of Daniel. Then come to the hospital when you can. I need you to stop me from ordering her husband killed.” I smile at her.

Sara looked relieved at my smile. The cops show up and want to arrest me. They think I did this. Beth can’t talk, it seems she has a broken jaw. I have the paramedics look at the bruises, and I show them they’re one to two days old. She showed up twenty minutes ago, an old friend, I immediately called the ambulance. Meet us at the hospital, I will answer all your questions there. They listen to me.

They start her on fluids, and we are off to the hospital quickly. ağrı escort In the ambulance, I hold her hand, and they check her body and find a ton of bruises. We are all in shock. As soon as we show up at the hospital, they whisk her away. They need medical info. Between Phoebe and Bill, we get all the family members we know of, and the hospital gets the info they need. Anthony now also has the info he needs.

The doctor comes out to see me as I am the only concerned person around.

Dr, “She has a broken jaw, she hasn’t been eating much. She has lost a lot of weight. She was kicked and punched repeatedly. We think she has a concussion. She is confused and won’t communicate or respond to us. Her child is in danger, I don’t think the odds are good, especially at the county hospital.”

I am mad, “County, that place is a shit hole. She stays here.”

Dr, “Sorry, it’s out of my hands. She doesn’t have insurance.”

I am still mad. Now want to hurt the Doctor, so I say, “I am a friend and ex-lover. She means a lot to me still. She has the best insurance in the state, a billionaire friend. Where do I sign so we can help her? The only thing you need to worry about is helping Beth. If you aren’t the best, then I will get that person here. Do we understand each other?”

The doctor’s attitude changes a lot, “We have experts here that can help. It will take time, and she could still lose the child. If that were my wife, she would be here. The people I pick will be the best. We don’t have some of the latest equipment, would you mind helping?”

I look him in the eyes, “Get it here tomorrow.”

The doctor continues, “There is a special machine for reconstructing jaws. I have wanted one for a long time. I have a friend at St Joseph’s that is one of the top surgeons in the country for jaw reconstruction. I’ll get him here. We will do everything we can.”

I thank the doctor, and he is back to work with a smile on his face.

Sara hugs me from behind, “She says to me, you still love her, don’t you?”

Oh crap, danger, danger. This could get ugly.

I try to break the tension, “I hate you sometimes.” She gives me a bewildered look. “Three years ago, you called this. You said Jenny or Beth would be back. I just expected her in one piece. You didn’t tell me it would be like this.”

I am half laughing and half crying. She knows I am right, she did call it, and she can also see the pain in my face.

I look her in her eyes, “Nobody will ever replace you. Yes, I admit that I still love her and Jenny. I love my mom too. Ok, you’re right, that’s not the same. You are the number one thing in my life. Daniel is number two, and Phoebe is number three. Beth is somewhere in the next few spots. You are and will always be my number one. Thank you for coming.” I hug her hard.

I fill her in on what happened and what I saw. Sara reminded me to get her parents here. They will stay with us. After Anthony lands, my plane will pick up her parents, who do not seem to be in shock. I see them early afternoon the following day, no, later today, it’s after midnight. Soon after they show up, I get a call from Anthony.

I hand my phone to Sara and say, “Listen to him and make the decision. You are the only one here with a level head. I trust your decision.”

Sara picks up the phone, and I hear, “Hi Anthony, he handed me the phone. What do you want to ask? What are the choices? What are the risks? She has a broken jaw, bruises over 75% of her body, she has been starved, the baby may not survive, and she has a concussion and memory loss. I agree, do it. Thank you.”

Sara hands me back my phone, “Do you want to know?”

I smile at her, the first in a long time, “No, I trust you to do the right thing. Right now, I don’t trust me.”

I hug her tight.

Beth’s mother says, “Well, that’s a breath of fresh air. A man that listens to his wife or daughter.”

I am NOT touching that. I sit down on the couch in the room. Sara takes one side of me, and Beth’s mom, Ginger, takes the other. She turns to me and holds me as she cries on my shirt. Beth’s father looks sad and lost standing by himself. He must be dying inside.

A nurse comes in, “Steve? She is asking for you. Come with me, please.”

The cute nurse smiles at me, and I follow as she quickly walks to an ICU room. She points me inside. There are tubes and IV’s running in her. There is a big bandage around her face and a thing to keep her from moving. She has a pen and paper.

She writes a question mark on the paper.

I ask, “Have they told you anything?”

She writes, “No.”

I tell her, “Your parents are here. Would you rather talk to them?”

She underlines, “No.”

I take a deep breath, “You’re in a great hospital with the best nurses and doctors. They brought in a specialist and a new machine to fix your jaw. You got beat up good, you had a concussion, and you might have some memory loss. Your diet has been … bad, they are quickly fixing that. You lost weight, it’s not healthy for you or the baby. Your baby is in jeopardy.” Her eyes are swelling up with tears. “Again, we have the best people here to ensure you keep the baby. So far, things are positive, I just can’t guarantee anything. I like the odds, though. Your parents have issues, I will try to help there. They are staying with me. Sara knows about us and is ok, she even predicted you would be back.”

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Author’s Note:

All characters engaged in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities with actual events or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

This is a work of fiction, and as such, certain events or situations may be improbable, and certain details may not correspond to real life. If you’re looking for strictly likely situations and exact reality, I suggest you skip this.

I might as well admit it here. This isn’t the last installment. I think 8,000 to 10,000 words is a nice length, but at this point I’m at 16,000 words, and not done yet. So here it is, the third, and maybe, almost, just about close to the final chapter. Probably. I’m usually always, kind of right on these sorts of things.

*****

I tried really hard to stare at Rusty, to figure out what he was saying, but my head was swimming and I felt a little dizzy.

“It was right after your pa and ma moved out to that ranch. You and Bonnie were tiny little babies a few months old. June wanted a baby so bad, but we both knew I couldn’t make no babies, cause of an accident I had as a kid. Everything else works down there, just not my nuts.

“Your ma and my June met at the grocery store, and hit it off. She invited them over for dinner, and we all kind of got drunk. We didn’t plan it, but your ma and pa ain’t never been with nobody but each other before, things got a little crazy with all four of us. Your ma and I had our own fun while June and your pa ended up making Haley that night right there in our living room.

“June told me she was pregnant, and we both knew it wasn’t mine. We never told your parents, so they don’t know.”

“Why? Why are you telling me this?”

I wasn’t angry, I just really wanted to know why Rusty thought this had anything to do with me illegally having sex with Bonnie.

“Cause it would kill my little girl if she found out I ain’t her pa. Now, you got insurance that I’ll never tell your secret.”

“I don’t think I can just not tell Bonnie.”

Rusty nodded his head thoughtfully, then stared out the windshield of the truck some more.

Rusty looked at me and nodded his head again.

“You can’t just not tell your Bonnie. Tell her, but make sure she knows how big a secret it is. Now, let’s go get them supplies. They ain’t carrying themselves out to the truck.”

**

“We have a sister? We have a sister?” Bonnie squealed.

I nodded my head. I hadn’t mentioned yet why Rusty told me about Haley being our sister.

“I want to meet her! What’s she look like? Does she have red hair like us? Tell me everything about her, Clyde.”

“Bonnie, I’ve never met her. She’s away at college, someplace out east. The only thing I can tell you about her is she can’t ever know she’s our sister.”

Bonnie’s enthusiasm was suddenly gone. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“She can’t know? Why? Why can’t she know?”

“Rusty knows we’re twins.”

“Clyde…you told him?”

“I didn’t need to. He knows Dad…and apparently Mom. He knew who I was before I told him. He knew your name and that you were my sister the second he saw you.”

“He knows we…that we’re…that…”

“He knows. Did you know it’s illegal for us to have sex?”

Bonnie slowly nodded her head and I could see the tears filling her eyes.

“It’s OK, Bonnie,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her.

“That’s why he told me about Haley. It would destroy her if she found out he isn’t her real Dad, and he says now we have insurance that he won’t ever tell anybody. If he tells, we could tell his secret.”

“You blackmailed your bossman?”

“No,” I chuckled. “He volunteered. He also said there’s worse things a person can do than loving the wrong, pretty girl.”

Bonnie raised her eyes to mine, and smiled.

“He said I’m pretty?”

I smiled and nodded at my lovely sister.

“Do you think I’m the wrong girl?”

“I don’t care, because you’re the only girl.”

**

The next few weeks it was hard to not stare at June every morning at the ranch house, and imagine my Dad making a baby with her. I also imagined Rusty and Mom together, but wasn’t sure exactly what they had done together. I knew exactly what Dad had done with June, and assumed that Rusty and Mom had done the same thing, in the same room with the others.

I didn’t eat breakfast at the big house everyday. Bonnie had some kind of internal alarm that woke her up most mornings early enough that she had a hot breakfast ready for me, but I still went inside for the day’s meeting before we started work.

Even on the days my sister woke me instead of going to make breakfast, then kissed me goodbye wearing one of my work shirts and cum running down the inside of her thighs, I still got hard when I saw June and thought of my Dad fucking her to make a sister for me and Bonnie that we had never met.

“I think about them, too, Clyde,” Bonnie announced one night after we had made and eaten dinner together, and were erzurum escort sitting on the sofa watching a crime drama on the television.

We never talked about what Bonnie did during the day while I was working the ranch, but I had an idea. The house was always spotless, there were never more than two days of dirty clothes, and Bonnie’s body had changed ever so slightly.

Under her freckles and pearl white skin, I could feel the ripple of muscles she had not had when she came to take possession of the one thing she wanted most in life. That’s what she called it, coming to live with me. She obviously had taken up exercising.

“You think about who?” I asked her before turning to meet her gaze. She had a mischievous grin on her lips and a twinkle in her baby blues.

“Dad and June having sex.”

“Oh, them. You say it like I think about them.”

“Clyde,” Bonnie giggled. “I know you do. I know you get an erection thinking about the two of them, naked, having sex, and wondering if Dad enjoyed it as much as you enjoy having your own, beautiful, hard cock buried in my tight, wet, delicious pussy.”

I was flabbergasted. I knew Bonnie seemed to read my mind sometimes, but I never realized she could see in my head so accurately.

Bonnie leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the outside my ear then whispered “You want to watch somebody fucking, don’t you, little brother?”

She nibbled my earlobe once, then sat back and looked at me with an innocent look on her face.

“I didn’t know my sweet sister was such a pervert.”

“Clyde Steele, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bonnie pouted.

I was speechless, again. An apology was forming in my mind, until I felt my sister’s fingers walk across my hip and begin to lower the zipper on my tan trousers.

“Don’t worry little brother, your big sister will take care of your little problem here,” she murmured demurely without moving her eyes away from mine.

“Oh my, this isn’t such a little problem, after all,” she giggled before leaning down and running her tongue around the head of my throbbing cock.

As she lowered her mouth around me, I reached for the button on her denims, but her body stiffened and she sat up.

“Clyde…we can’t.”

“Bonnie?”

“I got my period today.”

She looked like she wanted to cry.

“Are you OK, Bonnie?”

“Yes, my love. It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t think I want to do that when I’m bleeding,” she almost whined, then sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I want you so bad right now, but don’t worry, you’re going to fill me up with your cum anyway, just not there.”

I must have blinked, because I was suddenly in her mouth again, and her head was bobbing in my lap. I was certain after only a few strokes in her hot, wet mouth I would come, but she stopped, and began rubbing her cheeks and chin on my throbbing cock and gently squeezing my balls while she almost smiled and gazed into my eyes.

I felt the edge of my orgasm fade, and she renewed her assault, but a little slower this time. She continued to gently massage my balls as her lips and tongue worked their magic on my turgid penis, working me around her mouth and in and out.

It took longer this time to approach the edge, but as I sensed the impending explosion of my creamy semen, she again withdrew and kissed down my shaft and began to lick and suck my balls while holding my erection upright.

By the time she had brought me to the brink and stopped for the fourth or fifth time, I was seriously worried my balls would ignite and shoot flames out the end of my cock. I could see her saliva had pooled around the base of my cock and her hand and my balls glistened from her drool.

“Bonnie, please…” I moaned as she took me in her mouth again.

She must have understood my plight, because this round there was no slow and steady. I could see her face was covered with a sheen of perspiration from her exertion as her head bobbed quickly in my lap, and I was quickly approaching the point of no return.

Without warning, I felt her hand drop away from my wet balls, then a finger slid effortlessly into my rectum and curl upward inside me.

My climax was sudden, and felt as if it started as an eruption deep inside my guts, further inside than ever before. The heat burned a path through my balls and up my shaft as my beautiful sister pulled her face away from me and a thick, hot shot of cum exploded across the bridge of her nose and splattered on her cheeks and over her closed eyes.

The second blast landed squarely on her upper lip and spread in a wave up into her nose and down over her chin. Her finger inside me seemed to be pumping my ejaculations, accelerating their speed and increasing the volume. The next three blasts struck with equal ferocity as the first two, on her forehead, one of her closed eyelids, and then the opposite cheek.

Finally, the next several volleys weakened and she managed to aim them for her now open mouth before she covered my head with her lips and sucked eskişehir escort out the last few aftershocks of my orgasm.

Bonnie struggled a little to get her cum blasted eyes open and look at me.

“Am I pretty?” she giggled at me. My cum was literally covering her face. I was shocked at the amount of milky goo on her, and she had even swallowed some.

“Beautiful,” I choked out, still struggling to breath.

Bonnie smiled, then cupped my cheek in her hand before reaching down and taking my phone out of my pocket and walking to the bathroom.

She was in the bathroom for a few minutes before I heard the water come on and run for just a minute. She was smiling her biggest, most beautiful smile as she made her way back toward me. I hadn’t had the energy to rearrange my clothes, and she bent at the waist and gave my limp dick a lingering kiss before tucking me in and fastening my pants again.

“I love you Clyde Steele,” she murmured as she sat down, then held my phone out to me.

I looked at the screen, and saw a picture of my beautiful sister’s face, covered with my cum, smiling at me from the screen.

“That’s for when you miss me at work, and want to be reminded what I look like covered in your love,” she giggled. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Question? What question?”

“Do you want to watch somebody having sex? Do you wish you could watch Dad fucking June? Or…Mom fucking Rusty? Just anybody fucking somebody?” Bonnie’s voice had trailed off to a whisper at the end.

**

“Rusty, do you have electricity there?” I asked into my phone while I looked at my sister’s shadow in the darkness.

“Nope. Line’s down somewhere between here and town. You and Bonnie come up here. We have a generator for the house and barns. They ain’t gonna have it back up before tomorrow night, or later.”

“OK, Rusty. Thanks.”

I lowered the phone from my ear, but kept it high enough to give the room a dim glow. Bonnie looked scared.

“A line is down. We’re going to the big house for tonight, and maybe a couple nights.”

The storm was unusual for Beaver, especially late November. We had only a few inches of snow, but the wind and bitter cold were making things miserable for everybody, especially the electric company.

We had made our usual Friday night grocery trip a few hours ago, so we had plenty of food, but no way to cook without power. We also had no way to heat the house. At least our old house, with Dad and Mom, had a wood burning fireplace we had used when the power went out.

I made a mental note, looking at the fear on my sister’s face, that I would get us a generator for the next time this happened.

“I don’t know, Clyde. I’m scared…”

Bonnie had not been to the big house, Rusty and June’s home. I wasn’t even sure she had seen it from the outside. We never passed by on our way anywhere.

“Trust me, Bonnie, everything will be fine.”

I wondered if she worried there would be a repeat of what happened with Rusty and June with Dad and Mom. I was fairly certain that wouldn’t come up.

“OK, I’ll pack us some clothes, since you promise.”

Rusty met us at the door wearing a robe and some flannel looking pajama pants underneath. It looked like he had been in bed when I called him. He smiled a reassuring smile at Bonnie as she passed him, still looking a little frightened.

“We got several empty bedrooms, but Haley’s is the only one ready to sleep in. The missus keeps fresh sheets in there, just in case Haley shows up unexpectedly.”

I glanced at my sister, and her blue eyes were sparkling with a smile on her face.

“Oh, that will be just lovely, Rusty. Thank you so much for letting us come.”

Rusty showed us up a wide set of polished wooden stairs to the second floor. There were several closed doors on each side. He walked past the first doors on each side, and opened the second one.

“This is the bathroom. Clean towels and wash rags are under the sink. The door on the other side, behind you, is Haley’s.”

Bonnie pushed past me and opened the door and clicked on the light.

“Thanks again Rusty. See you in the morning,” Bonnie giggled before pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us.

I put the box Bonnie had packed our clothes in on the foot of the bed while she peered around the room.

“This is…um…nice?”

I looked around. The walls were covered with posters and drawings. One wall held a bookshelf with a few books, but most of the shelves had trophies, plaques and ribbons filling them. There was a desk with a computer on it, a dresser with a TV on top, and another desk with a mirror. Everything looked rather, well, feminine, I guess.

“Clyde,” Bonnie hissed out a whisper. “This is our sister’s bedroom.”

I had moved over to the desk with a mirror on it. The edges of the mirror were filled with photographs. Most had several girls in them, doing various things. Some had only a couple girls. I was looking for Haley, but I had no idea what she looked gaziantep escort like.

“Lots of pictures of girls. I wonder which one is Haley.” I didn’t really expect Bonnie to have an answer, but she’s always surprising me.

She came over to stand beside me, and in a second or two pointed to a picture of a close up of two girls’ faces.

“That’s Haley. She has your eyes.”

I bent over and looked closer. The girl had long, straight, dark brown hair that flowed straight down from the top of her head to beyond the edge of the picture. Where the light hit her hair just right, I could see a deep red shade. Her skin was tanned, and she had a patch of freckles on each cheek that met across her nose. She was almost smiling at us with the exact same almost smile that Bonnie had so often given me, and she definitely had Bonnie’s baby blue eyes.

“She’s beautiful,” Bonnie whispered.

“She’s your sister, so of course she’s beautiful.”

Bonnie turned to me and kissed me hard, pushing me backwards toward the bed.

“Little brother, I want you to fuck me in our sister’s bed. I don’t care if Rusty and June hear us fucking either.”

**

My alarm startled me from sleep. Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it was because my alarm didn’t sound right. It seemed too far away. I reached for where I always put it without looking, found the bedside table wasn’t there, and sat up.

It took me a few seconds to remember we weren’t at home. I had to get out of bed and take a few steps to Haley’s desk where I put my phone and turn it off.

Bonnie wasn’t in bed, and the room smelled of our sex from the night before.

Without thinking, I went straight to the bathroom across the hallway to shower. When I was finished and dried off, I ambled back out into the hallway.

“Geez, Clyde. I can’t take you anywhere!” Bonnie hissed at me. She was almost to the top of the stairs.

“What?”

“You’re naked in the hallway! That’s what.”

“Well, what are you wearing?”

I could see what she was wearing now that she had arrived at the top of the stairs. Light gray flannel pajama pants with big white rabbits in various poses under an over-sized hoody sweatshirt with a rainbow and unicorn on the front. I was fairly certain they weren’t hers. The hoody was several sizes too big for her, and the pajama pants were bunched up around her feet and ankles with just the toes of her fuzzy slippers visible.

“I found them in the dresser. They must be Haley’s, and she must be a giant.”

“They’re certainly, well, girly, aren’t they?”

“I like them, little brother. You don’t think I’m a girly girl?”

“I think you’re amazing, smart, funny, sweet, attractive, perfect… but girly?”

“Whatever. Get dressed and come down,” she growled and turned to leave. “And you forgot beautiful,” she giggled over her shoulder before heading back down.

“Humble. I forgot humble too,” I called to her before going back into Haley’s bedroom to dress.

I found Rusty in the large dining room, looking at a tablet.

“Morning,” I greeted him before he looked up.

“How’d ya sleep, kid?”

“Pretty good, I think.”

“Good. I noticed some commotion, but reckoned if there was a problem, you’d come find me. Apparently ya didn’t need no help though.”

“No, we managed fine, I think.”

“Yep, yer missus seemed chipper enough, so it seems her thinking was ya did a fine enough job.”

It took me a second to catch his meaning, and then he chuckled as I felt my face flush warm.

I was saved by the sound of the front door, followed by several sets of heavy foot steps on the hardwood floor in the front room. Soon the rest of the crew ambled in and sat down around the table.

As if on cue, June stepped out of the kitchen with platters of steaming food in each hand.

“Good morning, guys,” she greeted us with a big smile, and moved toward the table, revealing my beautiful sister behind her.

Bonnie’s eyes widened at the sight of the table filled with men.

We all stood. I don’t know why we did that, but it’s what we did the first time June came in the room every day. It’s what we did, and of course, I was used to it now.

“This is Bonnie,” Rusty announced. “Clyde’s wife. They ain’t got a generator, since Walt took his with him when he left, so they stayed here last night.”

The men greeted my sister with “hello”, “ma’am”, and even a “howdy” before we all sat down. This seemed to put her at ease, and her startled expression melted into her trademark almost smile, then a wink at me.

“Clyde, does your wife have a sister at home?” Tommy, the next youngest of the men, besides me, asked, turning to look at me.

Rusty laughed right out loud, and the others at least chuckled.

“What? I’m just saying, it ain’t easy to find a girl, and if there’s one available that’s half as beautiful as your Bonnie, I’d sure like to meet her.”

“Tommy…” Rusty started in a stern voice.

“No, Tommy, I’m sorry. I don’t have a sister. I only have a little brother, but I could introduce you if you want,” Bonnie finished for Rusty.

Tommy’s face was a bright red as everyone else had a good laugh.

“Let’s eat, before somebody hurts themselves. There really ain’t much to do today, and I reckon Clyde and me, plus one other can ride out after breakfast and check the herd. Anybody wanna volunteer?”

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“Oh God, he is so funny!”

I watched my mother sit primly—a thick, creamy thigh crossed over the other—in a huge leather recliner that my pop had left behind. She was watching her favorite television show, some corny sitcom on the Lifetime channel, giggling her little heart out at the effeminate male character on the plasma screen. When she laughed, her large, natural breasts jounced slightly behind her blue tank top, her cleavage ample and . . . inviting.

I sucked in a muted breath, my already stiff cock twitching eagerly behind my jeans. Thankfully, the way I seated myself on the sofa—cross-legged, sofa pillow over my lap—hid my arousal. Between my mother’s skirt hiked-up around her upper thighs, and fairly revealing top, the view was wonderful, breathtaking even. And it made sitting in the same room with a television settled on the Lifetime channel all the more tolerable.

Hell, it was the only reason I was in the living room in the first place.

Most guys my age would think me sick for watching my mother the way I did, but I had an excuse. My mother is drop-dead gorgeous. Fiery hair, full natural breasts, plump ass, and an angelic face that would make the most chastest of men run to the bathroom and rub out a good one. Sure, she’d gained some weight over the years, but she’d filled out terrifically. A MILF goddess, thirty-nine and dangerous.

Add that to the fact that she is a retired adult film actress, who has more than five hundred movies under her belt, two hundred in which she starred in. She wasn’t exactly popular, but she had done enough films to get her noticed by practically anyone with a computer and an healthy interest in pornography. Which is probably why she’d told me about her former career when I was fourteen, thinking it best to get the truth out before one of my hornball friends laid it on me. She had apologized for her career choice, and even seemed disgusted with herself—for my sake, perhaps.

But she’d made me more interested than repulsed. And so I had scoured the net for her movies, and eventually found a good scene of her getting drilled by a huge, black cock, her lungs screaming her pleasure, and then getting her face covered in his jizz.

I’ve been anxious to fuck her ever since.

Someone had told me once that my hormones would calm down when I turned eighteen . . . I think they lied to me.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I darted from the living room, making up something regarding forgotten homework when my mother inquired about my sudden haste. I closed my bedroom door—a secure snick satisfying my ears—behind me, my cock throbbing achingly behind my jeans, and made for my computer desk, sliding into my desk chair. My jeans and boxers were removed, sitting in a messy pile on the floor beside me. I loaded up my web browser.

I searched Mom’s on-screen name—Rocksee Dynamite—and clicked on a clip of one of my favorite scenes of her. My mouth welled with anticipation, the engorged head of my cock looking up at me, twitching—anxious. It ached to slip inside of . . . something. Anything. Preferrably the red head appearing on my screen, my own mother. I pulled on a pair of headphones, and turned the volume full blast, wanting to experience every sound with clarity.

The clip went straight into the action. The camera was angled behind Mom, whom was bent over with her face pressed against the carpet. It gave a good view of her bare cunt getting reamed by some guy who mounted her like a dog in heat, sliding his lengthsome cock in her sopping hole.

My hand was already on my own cock, wrapped around its base. I spat, slicking my shaft warm saliva, stroking my palm along my length. My other hand played with my balls, tugging and squeezing, wishing it was Mom’s hot mouth wrapped around them. I let out a slow breath, pleasure fluttering pleasantly in my gut.

“Oooh, fuck me!” Mom said to her on-screen lover, looking up to him. Her long fiery hair was wild, rebellious strands falling over her gorgeous, flushed face.

“Damn . . . mom,” I whispered, my hand pumping faster, my grip growing more firm. I imagined myself in her lover’s place, imagined the feel of her warmth, tight and wet around my cock, imagined my gulping needy breaths, her pale asscheeks a bright red from my constant spanking.

I almost didn’t feel my hips bucking slightly against my hand as I stroked, faster. I spat again, mixing saliva and precum. Mom’s moans grew louder, she seemed to be nearing an orgasm.

“Shit!” I hissed, becoming more excited with each moan, each scream, each filthy little word she growled through clinched teeth. And before I knew it, I came.

Cum spurted upward, splashing against my chest and belly and fingers, the jism warm against my skin. My body moved in spastic motions, my eyes rolled to the back of my skull, staring into darkness. On screen, my mother came as well, squirting all over her lover’s cock. Jealousy twisted in my chest, wishing I could be there to feel her juices splash against my face, into my mouth.

I eventually karabük escort calmed down, my orgasmic high subsiding. Awareness flooded me, and I shot a look over my shoulder, and my eyes widened with fear.

My door was cracked open.

“Fuck!” I said quietly, jumping up from my chair and searching for a towel. “The hell, I thought I closed the door. I know I did . . .” I glanced at the door a second time. My mother had caught me beating off. I know she did, how else could my door have opened? Finding a towel, I cleaned myself up, and closed my door, again. I knew I should have kept my headphone volume on low, at least low enough to hear someone turning my door knob.

I should have been mortified, but . . . I was excited, instead. Did she run away, embarrassed by what she saw? I thought as I pulled back on my jeans, leaving my boxers on the floor. Or did she stay until I came all over my self?

The latter got my cock good and stiff all over again, and I was ready to go a second round . . . but I did have work to do, though. The college applications weren’t going to apply themselves.

Grinning, I shut down my computer, and went to work on the stack of applications beside my printer. Maybe, just maybe, I could make the most of this awkward, but exciting situation.

“Goodness, Rox, he was just masturbating,” Arianna told me quietly, licking her ice cream cone in a delightfully inappropriate way, getting our table all kinds of looks. Old habits die hard.

“Yeah, to my movie, Ari,” I pointed out, breaking off pieces of my empty waffle cup, dark and flimsy with melted ice cream. I munched on a few pieces, swallowing hard. Shame and guilt teamed up on my stomach, the ice cream in my belly stirring uneasily. “I shouldn’t have told him about my career, even if I am retired now.”

I had peeked into his room three days ago to see if there was anything wrong, as he’d dashed out of the living room in such a hurry after sitting silent throughout the entire evening. He hadn’t heard me open the door, his headphones over his ears. And I’d caught him, stroking himself, with a video of me getting doggyfucked on his computer screen! My maternal instincts screamed for me to storm in, unplug his computer, and toss it out in the street. But I didn’t—couldn’t, frozen by shock and disgrace and intr—

“You know he was going to find out eventually,” Arianna said, thankfully, interrupting my thoughts. I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to finish it. Her platinum blond hair fell in her heart-shaped face. Forty-two, and looked as if she hadn’t aged a day over thirty. She’d yet to feature in a single MILF film. “Better from you than his friends, right?”

“You’re right,” I said, and she was. She was always right.

“What’s the matter with him . . .” Arianna trailed off, making a quick jerking motion with her hand, and finished saying “to your videos, anyway?”

I felt my eyes snap open with surprise, though I shouldn’t have been. I had featured in some pretty freaky scenes in my day, but Arianna had been several times worse. There was a reason why she was—and still is—heralded as the “Queen of Taboo.”

“Because he’s my son?” I almost yelled, the waffle cup crumbling in my startled grasp.

“Haven’t you ever heard of Freedom of Love, Rox?” Arianna said, apparently not bothered by my tone. “Besides, you and I both have done incest films,” she went back to her cone, licking slowly and seductively around her mountain of ice cream.

“But those were fake!” I said as hushed as my frustration would allow.

“But you did say that hearing that guy call you ‘Mom’ turned you on,” Arianna winked, smiling wickedly.

I blushed, lowering my head. I felt my pussy twinge, and images of Zander, my darling son, stroking himself to my videos returned. Fresh and vivid, as if I were peeking into his bedroom all over again.

No, a voice chastised. You can’t think like that, he’s your son!

“How big is his cock . . .?” She asked carefully, but it did her no good.

“Jesus, Ari, it’s my—”

“Son? Yeah, I know. So how big is it?”

“God . . .” I shook my head, wishing I could hide my face in my ample cleavage without getting strange looks. An old man sitting at a table next to us seemed to beg me to do it with his eyes. “I don’t know, Ari . . . he’s probably Peter North big?” I answered, my voice clear with shame and uncertainty. Of course, Arianna’s face brightened.

Christ, I thought. This is such an inappropriate conversation for an Ice Cream shop. Even if we are outside.

“Hot!” She squealed, squirming in her seat.

“Seriously, Ari,” I said, feeling a weak smile creep up the corners of my lips. “I don’t know why I still talk to you.”

“That’s because I bring out your inner sicko,” Ari grinned, slurping up the last bit of her ice cream cone.

Later on that day, I had watched him, again, stroking himself to another one of my videos. It had been one of my early ones, from the 80s, when osmaniye escort I was still young and thin, my hair done up in the classic Farrah Fawcett do. I suddenly felt self-conscious, ashamed of how much I’d let myself go. Arianna had said that my new weight made me look more appealing, more voluptuous, and the amorous stares I still got when I walked in the super market confirmed that.

Zander sat with his back to me, headphones covering his ears, slumped down in his desk chair. He swiveled slightly from right to left while his hand stroked along his engorged length, his mouth slightly agape, eyes fixed on my naked, screwed body on his computer screen.

Who the hell was I kidding? It made me hot. Hotter than the one incestuous scene Arianna and I did all those years ago, hotter than being called “Mom” while my pretend-son plowed my slutty, needy cunt. Because now, I had my own real son, who apparently desired me, stroking his beautiful cock with sweet abandon.

What better opportunity than this? I thought, slipping into his bedroom and creeping up behind him. I became excited, my nipples growing firm, my panties absolutely ruined, the sights and sounds of my baby boy stroking himself unleashing a newfound nastiness within me. All I could think about was shoving that cock of his into my mouth, and showering myself in his cum.

I slowly kneeled, reaching over the back of his chair and snatching off his headphones, whilst swiveling his chair toward me. Horror widened his eyes, every inch of his exposed flesh flushed with shameful crimson. His mouth fell completely open, his chest rising and falling with panic. His hand slackened around his shaft.

I almost backed down, feeling like I had made a grave mistake, but I had gotten this far. There was no sense in turning back. I couldn’t. And so I took him into my hand, his shaft already slick with precum and saliva.

And he froze, as if he’d forgotten to breathe.

I stroked him, his cock slipping easily in my hands.

Finally, he relaxed, though his expression was still one of uncertainty. He moaned as I continued, chewing his bottom lip, looking right scrumptious.

I spat on it, saliva sliding down his head, down my fingers, and onto his balls. I stroked harder, faster, a silent hunger for cock swirling within me. I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips down to his base, feeling his head pulse in the back of my throat. My experience shone through like sunlight through gray skies. He moaned, squirming beneath me. I bobbed on him, his hot length slipping in and out of my mouth, tongue sliding against the underside of his cock. My mouth crested the tip, and I slurped, savoring the bittertang of his precum. The taste shot a an arrow of electricity through my cunt, warm, tingling pleasure exploding into my thighs.

“Mom . . .” He whispered, and my mouth parted from him with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us. The word did wonders on my nerves. “I’m . . .”

I knew what was coming, and I lifted my coral tank top half-way, thankful that I was bra-less. I’d get to try one of my famous tricks on him. My son watched me with half-closed eyes, he watched me pull my shirt over his cock, felt his cock slip in-between his horny mother’s tits, and watched the bulbous, purpling head of his cock peek up in my cleavage.

I jounced my tits on his cock, squeezing them together, my eyes watching his tongue slide over his lips, his eyebrows drawn together. He bucked his hips against me, both of his hands tangled in his dark hair.

“Fuck!” He moaned, discretion abandoned.

“You’re going to come all over your mommy’s tits, hm? Gonna cover me in your fucking jizz?” I bounced harder, feeling a sharp twinge in my pussy. My pussy throbbed, and I could feel my juices trickle hotly down my thighs.

“Damn . . . ma . . .”

“Come all over these tits, Zander. Come all over your mama’s filthy fucking tits!”

And before long he’d spurted, ropes of thick, hot cum stringing against my neck, my chin, my tits. Lovely. His body jerked, pleasure jolting his hips upward, the underside of his cock hot against the curve of my neck.

I rose to my feet, smoothing a finger along my cum-slick cleavage, and sucked off his sperm. I saw his cock twitch, his lips sucking in a sharp breath, and I felt my mouth grin, accomplished. I turned, and padding bare feet out of his bedroom, giving him my best walk.

“Oh God, yes,” I heard him say quietly. I shook my head.

This was merely the beginning.

“I might rent some movies tonight. Anything you’re interested in seeing?” Mom asked as I appeared in the kitchen door way, flipping through a gossip magazine. She appeared to be only half-interested in its pages. She sat in the living room, shifting slightly in her place on the loveseat.

“Probably anything with Adam Sandler in it,” I replied, drying my hands with a hand towel—I had been in the middle of washing dishes. Leaning against the door frame, I draped marmaris escort the towel over my shoulder and folded my arms.

Golden late-morning sunlight spilled through drawn windows, Mom basking in its warmth, her fiery mane blazing. She dressed simply, a soft green blouse and a pair of denim jeans, her pretty feet slipped into a pair of green heels. It was simply amazing how she could make something so simple look so damn . . . sexy. Especially the way her jeans fit around her voluptuous legs, as if they were painted on, and like most of her blouses, this one had revealed her milky, plentiful cleavage.

“You know, I think I could go for a Sandler movie myself,” she nodded approvingly, a slow smile creasing her lips. She was placid, serene, like she usually was on a Saturday, and it bothered the living hell out of me.

I couldn’t understand how she did it—act so casual, so natural. As if just last week she had not slipped into my bedroom while I obliviously stroked myself to videos of her when she was involved in the adult industry. As if she hadn’t taken my cock into her hot, cock-starved mouth, felt it slide easily between her breasts, felt my cum splash against her creamy skin—tits and neck and chin. As if our little venture had been nothing more than a dream, a gratifyingly vivid dream.

She caught me staring, her calm expression melting into a quizzical mask. She closed her magazine on her lap, the motion strangely sensual. The concern was clear in her eyes, and I could sense the fear bleeding through her peaceful air, forming around her like an oppressive rain cloud. I then realized that her serenity was counterfeit, her casualness put on. She must have been trying to keep things normal between us since our little escapade. I couldn’t blame her.

Might be why we haven’t done anything since then, I thought. Or maybe it was a dream, and I’m just going out of my fucking mind!

“What’s wrong, hun?” She asked carefully, trying to sound as casual as possible, failed.

I padded bare feet into the living room, and plopped beside her on the loveseat. She smelled wonderfully—vanilla and honey—and my fingers ached to touch her skin, to explore every inch of it, inside and out. I felt my cock grow good and stiff, strangled behind my jeans and boxer briefs. I took a deep breath.

“Of course,” I said, finally, “you know that I watch your videos online sometimes—well, all the time.” She paused, but then nodded hesitantly, her expression uncertain.

I continued. “And, well, the thing we did last week . . .” I trailed off, almost unconscious of my hand smoothing around her denim-clad thigh. She tensed, sucking in a quick breath, but then relaxed, her copious chest falling slowly. “I really want to do it again, and obviously you do, too.”

I noticed her mouth perk up slightly at the corners, an easy smile, as if she’d been waiting for me to say something—anything, to let her know that she wasn’t a terrible mother, that what we had done the previous week was not a mistake.

And she was on me within a blink’s time, her tongue up against my neck and around my ear, her right hand cupped around my aching bulge. Her touch flushed my skin with heat, coating my every nerve with electricity. She had breached my jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, and now my cock was in her tiny hands, her fingers barely reaching around my throbbing shaft.

“Good,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin, sending waves of goose flesh through my body. “Because I want you,” she continued, “and I want this big . . . fucking . . . cock.” Her grip grew firm, and I felt my cock twitch, threatening to erupt. She pressed smiling lips against the curve of my neck, and I exhaled a silent breath.

She’d easily slipped into porn star mode.

Mom rose with liquid motion onto her heels, standing before me like a supervillainess with her hip cocked to one side, her hands creeping toward the hem of her blouse. Slowly, she began lifting her top, revealing her soft tummy, her green mesh and lace bra that seemed to struggle to contain her monstrous breasts—36DD according to one of her fansites. Letting her blouse fall from her delicate fingers, her jeans were next, and she turned and bent over as she slowly peeled them from around her ass—plump and shapely—my eyes catching a glimpse of her bare slit. Christ, she wore no panties, the fact resulting abuse for my lower lip, my teeth pressing anxiously into it. A moment later, she was stepping out of her jeans, turning as she reached to undo her bra.

She stalked toward me, her steps slow and sultry, determined. She stepped over her bra once it fell from her shoulders, her full, pendulous breasts exposed, hard pink nipples seeming to beckon his fingers, his mouth. She was absolutely gorgeous, stunning in her rubenesque glory. She reminded me of a Goddess, caught in late-morning sunshine.

I didn’t take long for me to get undressed as she approached, my clothes piled messily on the cushion beside me. My cock twitched something fierce, its ripe and engorged head dripping precum.

“Mmmm,” she uttered as she kneeled before my seated form, as if she’d been offered a feast. “Look at that big fucking cock . . . it can’t wait to get inside of mommy’s pussy, huh?” She teased, inching closer between my legs, her heavy breasts brushing against my inner thighs. It was a good thing I wasn’t standing.

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