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The Gimp

By: Mortice



He said he was going to bring a pet, but he didn't say what. I normally wouldn't like my friends bringing pets to my parties, but he assured me it would be no trouble. 

The party was quite busy when I heard his van arrive. It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I saw him getting something out of the back. And it was big - perhaps a Doberman or Alsatian on a lead. 

I heard the doorbell ring, and I knew it was John with his pet. I opened the door, and he said, "Hi Charlie, hope you don't mind me bringing my pet Gimp with me." 

He walked in, pulling a lead, on the end of which was the... creature. It would be easy to say that it was just a guy dressed head to foot in a rubber suit. It must have been that, but what a suit! 

I could see no human flesh at all. Every inch of him was shiny smooth black rubber. He sat squat on his haunches, with all four limbs on the floor. Each limb ended in what I guess you'd call a hoof, with a round base and no fingers or toes I could see. His head looked nothing like a human head. His eyes were one of the few breaks from the smooth rubber surface - they had black plastic or glass panels, which may have let him see out, but prevented anyone from seeing anything of him. And where is mouth might have been, there was a short thin tube which I guess would enable him to breath and drink. As far as I could see, his body was otherwise smooth and featureless. Even though I know it must have been a person inside the suit, the lack of any facial expression or even eye movement made it easy to take him for some other sort of creature entirely. 

John walked towards a group of people, and as he pulled the lead, the rubber creature followed behind him, moving his four limbs more like a dog than a person. John announced, "Hello, everyone, I'd like you to meet my pet Gimp. He's quite friendly, although he's not very used to crowds yet - this is his first time out." He bent over to the Gimp and unclipped the lead from the chain around his neck, saying, "Go on, boy, go meet the nice people." 

The Gimp walked around the group, in and out between people. He seemed to sniff some of their crotches and some of their arses. Most people didn't know what to make of it. We all knew that John was into some strange things, but we'd not seen anything like that before. Some people patted the Gimp like he was a dog. Some carefully touched his rubber like they'd not seen it before, which perhaps they hadn't. 

I got a drink for John, and said, "Should I get anything for... him... err, for your pet... err, your Gimp? Is it a he-Gimp or a she-Gimp?" 

He thought. "I'm not sure, I don't think Gimps have a gender - you can see it doesn't have any genitals. Could you get a bowl of water for him - I mean for it?" 

I got the bowl of water, and took it to John, but by then the Gimp had wandered off somewhere. 

"No problem," he said, "Gimps have hearing like dogs." He took a whistle from his pocket and blew into it, but I couldn't hear anything. But the Gimp came running in to John. 

"There you go, boy, have a good drink." The Gimp put his mouth tube into the bowl, and the water level went down. 

I said to John, "So it is a boy, then?" 

"That's just a term of affection - I have to call it something." 

"So who's the boy inside the boy?" 

"Ah, tonight he's just enjoying being a Gimp." 

The Gimp looked up at John, and underneath all that rubber I'm sure he was smiling. 

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The night drew on, and people got used to having a pet around the party. 

John relaxed, and I got to know the real story. A friend was staying with John for a week. The guy, Dave, was a big fan of rubber and bondage, and had a fantasy about being in full rubber gear in a place where no-one knew him, or had ever seen him out of his rubber gear. It seemed to be working - the people at the party were just treating him like a pet now, because they hadn't seen him any other way. 

I even found out how the whistle worked. The Gimp didn't really have dog hearing, it was just a trick. As John was holding the whistle with one hand, the other was in his pocket pressing a button on the remote control for a vibrator, which the Gimp would feel as a signal for him to find his Master. I didn't ask where the vibrator was about the Gimp's body, but I could guess. 

I walked over to where the Gimp was, and noticed that along his back he did have a small ridge breaking the otherwise smooth surface. It was a zip, and at the back of his neck, under the chain, was a small box with a keyhole - it must be where the zip runners were locked together, stopping him escaping from the suit. 

At that moment I thought, what if this guy wasn't into this stuff at all? What if he was being kept trapped inside this suit against his will? I knelt down, looked into his black eyes, and said, "Are you okay in there?" 

He stared back with a blank expression. But that was the only expression he had - with no visible eyes or mouth, there was no way of knowing what he was thinking. 

I said, "Is there anything you want?" 

He stared for a moment, then put his front limbs around my leg. I stood, and he moved forward to hug my leg. Then he started moving up and down - he was humping it! 

But, after a short while, he stopped, curled up into a ball, and made a quiet groaning sound, his front hooves clutching at his groin. 

John came over and smiled at him. "Did he try to hump your leg or something? He should know better than to try that." John leaned over to me and whispered, "Ring of spikes around his cock stop him getting hard." 

The Gimp seemed to have recovered - he went over to sit beside his Master, who stroked his head. 

Then I realised, all night this guy had not just been dressed as a pet, he had been acting as one too. There's no way he would have played the part so well unless he was a willing participant in the game. 

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"Ah, that's better, at last I can move my jaw!" 

My mouth had been aching for the last few hours of the party, having had a gag secured tight into it all night. I hardly dared to open my eyes. They had got so used to staring through the dark shaded eyepieces, now that the hood was off even the weakest light would be blinding. 

John said, "So, did you enjoy it then? Was it all you expected?" 

I replied, "Oh, yes, it was fantastic! It really felt like I was just a pet, and the others seemed to treat me like it too." 

I went to rub my head, but I just bashed it with the hoof still at the end of my arm. I said, "It was really important that I couldn't speak or pick things up, too." 

John unzipped the rest of my outer suit. "So two layers of rubber wasn't too much then?" 

"No rubber is ever too much! I've got used to treating my main suit like my skin now, so it wasn't much harder dealing with another on top. It did get quite hot though." 

John peeled down the top half of my Gimp suit, to leave only the full body rubber suit I had been wearing all weekend so far. It was relative luxury compared to the Gimp suit, since it had proper eye and mouth holes, and separate fingers on the gloves. 

At last I uncurled my fingers from the handles inside the Gimp suit's hooves, and John peeled the suit's arms down mine. 

He asked, "Did you piss in the suit?" 

"No, but I could do with one now." 

My main suit kept my cock in a sheath, which had a crotch cover zipped over it. The drainage tube of the sheath came out of the top of the crotch cover, but if I'd pissed in the Gimp suit it would have just filled the inside of the suit. 

I stood up and flexed my fingers as John pulled the rest of the Gimp suit off me. I felt relatively free, now being in only one rubber suit. 

I had made an arrangement with John before I arrived - for the whole of the weekend, as well as all week and all next weekend, I would remain locked into this suit. The main access zip, arse zip and codpiece zip were all locked up by John, and the main zip would stay locked for at least another week, whatever else we did. But John had his rules, too. I wasn't allowed to cum for 2 weeks before we met, and once he locked the suit onto me, he also locked a ring of spikes around my cock, which was normally okay but got very painful if I got hard. 

After I'd gone for a piss, John said, "It's late, so we'd better go to bed. You're in the cage tonight." 

We went to his bedroom, where at the foot of his bed he had a cage, just big enough to lie in curled up. He unlocked the door at one end. 

I said, "You know, that vibrating buttplug is still up my arse." 

"Is it uncomfortable?" 

"No, just quite filling." 

He smiled. "Then you can enjoy being filled all night! I might even turn it on by remote control a few times." 

He put a pair of handcuffs onto my wrists behind my back, then helped me crawl into the cage before locking the door. He said, "There's only one more thing I need, and that's a good sucking!" as he unzipped his jeans. 

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John had told me it would do the shop some good, and it certainly had. Wednesdays were usually quiet, but I'm sure people who'd been in had told their friends to come in too. Of course, most of them didn't realise what they were looking at. They would come into my fetish shop, and once they'd passed the rubber and leather catsuits by the door, there eyes would fall on the rack in the middle of the store. 

Most of my regulars would be used to seeing the rack there, but usually empty. Today, they saw the mannequin strapped down to the rack, in full body rubber gear. 

When they asked, I told them that most mannequins weren't flexible enough to be posed on the rack, but someone had leant me a particularly flexible one. Technically all this was true, and most of the customers believed it. But some of the more astute ones noticed the mannequin's chest moving up and down slightly, and a small amount of water vapour misting up the inside of the eyes of the gasmask it was wearing. Then they would touch it, and might feel the rubber a little warmer than it should be, and if they touched it in a sensitive area, they would see the mannequin reacting. 

Then they asked me, and I had to admit that it was actually a rubber bondage fan who had been put there on show all day by his friend, and that he had been strapped down on the rack at 10am, and would not be released until 6pm. It was surprising how many people asked if I was planning to do it again, and if so did I need a volunteer to be tied up. 

Mid-afternoon, once the shop was empty, I went over to check on Dave. I loosened the straps on his gasmask, pulled it off his face, then unbuckled and removed his gag. He moved his jaw, stretching the stagnant muscles. 

I asked, "How are you doing in there?" 

He croaked, "Okay." 

"Do you want a drink?" 

He nodded, so I put the straw of a drinking bottle up to his mouth. He sucked hard on it. 

I asked, "How are your muscles doing?" 

"It's quite a strain," he said, "but it's not too bad." 

I rattled a bunch of keys. "I think you're due for another stretching then!" 

I unlocked the padlock on the rack's winching mechanism. I pushed the wheel around by one notch, which pulled the ropes attached to his hands by about half an inch. It was not much, but he was very far stretched already, so he cried out. I asked, "How's that feel." 

"Painful... but it will... be okay... when I get... used to it." 

I could see the strain on his face, having to put up with his limbs being pulled apart. "You can always give up, you know, but once you've failed, then you've failed." 

"No, I'll... carry on. How much... longer is it?" 

"You know I'm not allowed to answer that. You'll be released when John comes for you, and not before." 

I tried to imagine what it must be like for him stretched inside his rubber prison. "You must be feeling very horny in there." 

He smiled through the strain. "Yes... I am..." 

I put my hand on his crotch pouch, and felt a hard bulge inside it. I said, "Bet you'd love to cum now," as I squeezed the bulge. 

He grimaced, and said, "Yes love to... but spikes in cock... very painful." 

John had told me about that, but I'd forgotten. Getting hard on the rack, then getting the pain from the spiked ring, must be doubly difficult to endure - I don't know how he managed. 

I gagged him and gasmasked him, and left him to enjoy himself, modelling for the next customer. 

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He'd been a good boy, and it had been a good week. 

When he first told me he wanted to be kept locked in a rubber suit all week, I didn't think he'd make it. I've known other guys fantasise about doing that, but after three or four days, the novelty wears off and practical problems set in, and they want out. But Dave has kept wanting more, not less. He even managed all day on the rack in the fetish shop. For the last few days of the week he was butt-plugged almost all the time. I experimented with bondage positions on him at one time, and he managed to stay in what looked like quite a painful strict hogtie position for nearly three hours before giving up. 

For his last day, he deserved a treat, and he was going to get one. 

I opened the back of the van, to find him just where I left him, lying on the floor of the van, rubber suited as usual, arms and legs tied down to the corners. I untied his hands, saying, "We're here!" He untied his feet, and we left the van to walk into the house. It's just as well the house was in its own private land, since the sight of a man in full rubber might have alarmed the neighbours. 

Dave had no idea where we were, or why, but this was the house of an old friend of mine, who was into similar hobbies to mine. He also had a friend into similar things to Dave, so we thought we should get them together. "You're not the only Gimp, you know," I said as I rang the doorbell. "My friend Stephen has one too." 

His face lit up. "Ah, will I get to meet him?" 

"Oh yes, you'll meet it, and get to know it quite well!" 

Stephen opened the door, and showed us into a room. He said, "You can prepare yourselves here." 

I opened up a bag of toys, most of which Dave would recognise from the last week. I found a single arm binder, and turned Dave around so I could strap it onto him. Soon both his rubber clad hands were poking out of the bottom of a tight leather tube enclosing his arms. I tightened some straps around his shoulders to stop it slipping down, then tightened the rear lacing again. 

I pulled out a bunch of keys, and waived a few small ones in front of him, saying, "This is what you've been looking forward to!" 

I unlocked the zip of the crotch cover, and pulled it down. His rubber sheathed cock fell down, already quite hard but still ringed with spikes. I rubbed the head of his cock sheath, and said, "How has it been, having to endure such pain every time you got hard?" 

He said, "Very painful and frustrating, Sir," but I could see he was speaking despite the pain in his cock he was feeling right then. 

"Would you like to be free of it?" 

"Oh, yes please, Sir!" 

I put one of the small keys into a hole in the ring of spikes, and it clicked open and fell away. 

Dave cried, "Ah, free!" 

I said, "This is why I secured your hands first, to keep you from temptation." 

I went back to the toy bag and pulled out a leather hood, which had a large rubber bung to fill his mouth. I laced it up tight at the back, to push the bung hard into his mouth. It had eye holes, but they were small and pointed directly forward, giving him tunnel vision. The hood had a number of D-rings around the collar - I clipped a lead to the centre ring and pulled him along. 

I found a radiator, pushed Dave down to his knees, tied the lead to the radiator pipes, and said, "Don't go away, I'll be back in a moment." 

I had only stepped into the corridor when I met Stephen. He said, "My Gimp is ready. How about yours?" 

I replied, "Mine too, I'll bring him over." 

I went to get Dave, and dragged him by his lead to another room. Dave found it a little tricky walking when he didn't have his arms in the usual place, but he had had opportunities before to get used to it. 

There we saw Stephen's Gimp. It was dressed completely in shiny black rubber, no flesh visible anywhere, strapped down to a small frame. It was lying on its stomach on top of the frame, but with its legs bent and strapped to the sides of the frame it was lying on. Its hands were crossed behind it, each hand touching the opposite elbow, but wrapped up so that no details such as fingers were visible. 

As with all Gimps, it had a severe hood on. This one only had small nose holes - there were no eye or mouth details at all, although I'm sure there was a gag inside it. I could hear a quiet buzzing sound, and I looked to Stephen. He said, "Just to keep it amused." 

I pulled Dave forwards so he was standing behind the strapped up Gimp, and tied his lead to the other Gimp's bound arms, to stop the two moving apart. 

I said to Stephen, "Would you like to do the honours then?" Stephen picked up a jar of lubricant, then walked over to his Gimp. He unzipped its arse, and liberally spread the lube over the bare flesh. 

He stepped back to sit in one of a pair of armchairs a few feet from the Gimp couple, then gestured for me to sit in the other. I sat, then shouted, "Well, boy? Go for it!" 

We watched as Dave assessed his situation, then experiment with carefully prodding the other Gimp's arse with his own sheathed cock. He pushed his cock in, and I heard a low moan from the other Gimp. 

Stephen got up to pour us both a sherry, and we sipped it as we watched this gyrating mass of rubber, leather, bondage, and, somewhere inside it all, two humans. 

After a time, Dave worked out his rhythm, and how best to pull against the lead to give the best thrust into the helpless Gimp. Despite them both being gagged, I could hear both of them moaning and groaning as their two bodies worked into and out of each other. 

Within ten minutes, Dave let out a great long grunt, as he trust hard and made the other Gimp cry out. Then Dave fell slack, lying down on the other Gimp's back, exhausted, spent. I pulled him up, untied his lead, and took him back into the other room. 

I unlaced his hood and pulled it off, and then I unlocked his suit zip and pulled his rubber hood forward. For the first time in over a week, I saw his face and he felt fresh air on it. 

Exhausted, he said, "Wow, that was an incredible end to an amazing week. I've never cum so hard!" 

As I unlaced his arm binder, he talked about the experience, and about all the other things that had happened to him over the week. 

He said, "So who was that other Gimp I fucked? I don't even know if it was a man or a woman." 

I smiled. "It's neither, it's just a Gimp!"

The Gimp (Prelude)



Mistress Roberts' Dungeon was the finest in Hollywood. From her double-throne she surveyed the orgy, her hand resting on the flaccid lightsaber of a striking black actor. She was very much the Queen, in her forties and still an extremely pretty woman. She wore red leather, her breasts thrust up in an uncomfortable corset, boots to her thighs. With one hand she stroked her consort's weapon, with the other she caressed the leather hood of the Gimp as he knelt with his head on her thigh.

Around the room, on chairs or beds or rugs, her guests enjoyed her hospitality and the orifices of her dozen slaves, all gorgeous men and women, serving their apprenticeships here in Hollywood. The Gimp watched that Scientologist pecker fucking a teenage starlet while his ex-wife wriggled her ginger muff on the girl's mouth. The fat black comedienne lay on her belly whooping with joy while two pretty boys shoved their tongues, one up her cunt and the other up her arse. The skinny senator bitch knelt between three studs and urged them to unload greater volumes of cum on her face and tits.

When the black man's cock began to stir, Mistress Roberts pushed the Gimp away and turned her attention to the monster awakening in her hand. Immediately the 70s actor called the Gimp over to the couch where the Bride was sucking his dick. "Watch and learn, baby," the 70s star said. The Bride made room for the Gimp, who obediently took the star's old cock in his mouth. "Yeah, you like my magnum," the 70s star said, spreading his hairy legs as the Gimp sucked him like a pro. "They say it's Orlando Blood under that hood," said the 70s star. "They say the Mistress got photos of him fucking hobbits, that's how she got him here."

"It ain't Orlando," said the Scientologist, coming over and lifting the Gimp's hips. He put his big cock, slick from the starlet, at the Gimp's arsehole. His face contorted as he shoved and then he was in and fucking the Gimp enthusiastically. "Ass this loose, this is Matt Damon. Fucker does it because he likes it. Take it you fuck!"

The Bride leant close to the Gimp as he sucked on the 70s star. They shared his dick, sucking him, kissing each other. The Bride massaged his balls and the Gimp buried his face in the 70s star's crotch as he shot his load down the Gimp's throat. The Bride kissed the Gimp and declared him to be Josh Hartnett (and that the Mistress was really his mother) before cleaning off the 70s star.

The black actress plumped herself down and everyone adjusted so the Gimp could bury his head in her enormous cunt. The Scientologist didn't miss a stroke and each thrust pushed the Gimp further into the pink folds of her pussy. "Ain't no Hartnett," she declared, "This pussy-licker's little Zac Efron! Mistress got pics of him and his dogs."

The ginger actress came over wearing a big black strap-on. She had an argument with her ex-husband over whose turn it was to fuck the Gimp and she settled on fucking the Bride on the carpet next to them all. As her skinny hips pounded the Bride she declared the Gimp to definitely be Josh Duhamell and it was all down to Rebecca Budig and Sabine Singh.

The Scientologist came with a yell that brought the senator rushing over to press her lips to the Gimp's arse and suck out the cum. "What do you think, ma'am?" asked the 70s star. Dragging her cummy face away, she said he tasted like Scott Speedman and it was all thanks to her husband, a cigar and the CIA, and dove back in.

"Ain't goin' nowhere," complained the black actress. "Get over here, J!" Mistress Roberts nodded her consent and the black actor strode over, pushing the Gimp aside and rammed his enormous cock into her fat pussy. "Get your lips on my ass!" she cried and the Gimp obliged, wedging his head between the actor's thighs and shoving his tongue in.

The senator had moved on to the Scientologist's softening prick, so the ginger actress took her chance to fuck the Gimp with her strap-on, the black rubber sliding easily in. The Bride took a cigarette and offered one to the 70s star. The Scientologist dick-whipped the senator who cackled in delight. The black actor occasionally slid his dick from the comedienne's pussy for the Gimp to lick. It was a monster, and from his awkward angle the Gimp could take half in his mouth at most. "You want to know who this cock-sucker is?" the black actor asked his mate. "This homo pussy is none other than Brad Pitt. Does it coz of some sick bet he lost to his wife. Suck my balls Brad Pitt while I fill this fine woman full of my glorious sperm!"

The Gimp tried to catch one of the actor's flailing balls in his mouth as the black man reached a biblical climax that had the actress howling "Whoopie!" When he pulled out the senator tried to push the Gimp aside and dive in. "Slow down, bitch," he scolded. "There's enough for everyone." He allowed the senator to lick clean his awesome lightsaber as he pushed the Gimp's face into the actresses gaping pussy. A flood of hot, salty cum washed in waves down the Gimp's throat as the ginger actress came to a squealing climax in his arse.



The Ginger Rides



Merida galloped on her horse, Angus, with her red hair freely flying in the wind. It was Saturday. The day she was free from her princess duties and could spend her time however she chose. On her shoulder was her quiver and in her hands a bow and arrow respectively. She quickly slipped the arrow over the notch and fired an arrow. It struck true to the red and white painted target that her father had helped her set up many years ago.

Merida was nineteen years old now. Her body full and womanly. She wore a green crop top that covered her ample C-cup breasts but exposed her taught navel and curvy hips. She wore skin-tight brown riding pants and brown riding boots. On each of her forearms she had brown arm bands, sewn by her mother, to help protect against burn marks from the arrows. Her red hair was still wild and full atop her head and Merida's petite face and hazel eyes were full of the same childlike wonder they had been years ago.

She had still not found a suitor, much to her mother's dismay, but had spent almost all of her free time riding, shooting, and secret to both of her parents, building. Merida needed her own place. She felt stuffy and restricted in the castle, so she had created a space just for her. It was a small log cabin nestled in the forestry of the kingdom. It was her place and her place alone. 

Angus slowed to a halt as the cabin came into view. Merida hopped off her steed and tied him to a post. The log cabin was small in comparison to the vast castle where she spent her weeks, but it was cozy and warm. The living room had a giant bears head above the stone fireplace. Surrounding the fire were piles of cedar ready to burn and a small coffee table, love seat, and lengthy cushy couch that her father had helped her secure under the guise that it was redecorations in the servants quarters. 

Beside the fire and couch was what drew Merida to build her log cabin at this location. A huge glass window that looked out onto a crystal lake that seemingly danced in the wind of the forest. Merida would spend her evenings on her days off here and watch the sun set and then rise in the morning. It had been the most magical thing Merida had ever experienced.

She flopped herself onto the couch and ran her fingers through her hair, straitening it back on the head of the couch. She looked out to the lake, a breeze send a tide of ripples from shore to shore. She sighed, relaxed and alone once more. Or so she thought.

At first she was unsure, but now she was positive that a man was standing out by the lake, alone. He was dark skinned and wore an emerald robe that barely contained his broad shoulders. He seemed to be pondering the lake. Merida had never seen him before, in fact, she had never seen anyone out here before. Where had he come from?

Merida leapt off the couch and ran to the backdoor. She stepped out, the crisp breeze blowing through her and called out to the stranger, "Hello?"

The man did not seem startled by Merida's sudden appearance, "Hello!"

His voice was friendly, and he smiled at her from the lake.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" she asked.

"I am lost," he said, "I have come looking for a castle. And a princess."

Merida was confused. She was the only princess anywhere nearby, and her castle was at least an hours ride from the lake.

"Which princess?" she called out coyly.

The man stayed by the lake and called back, "A princess Merida. Do you know her?"

Merida contained a giggle, "I might. Why are you looking for her?"

"I hear she still seeks a suitor. I thought I may try my chance at charming her,"

Even from a distance Merida could tell he was quite handsome. He was unlike any of the suitors who had been sent from the islands to court her. 

"Perhaps I can help you," Merida gestured for the man to come into the cabin with her.

When Merida had ushered the gentleman inside, she could see his features more defined. His eyes were a greenish-silver and his hair was black. His skin was dark, darker than she had ever seen before, and his emerald robes reflected the sunlight like shimmering water, almost the same color as her own evergreen crop top. 

"You are quite beautiful yourself," he said, "Perhaps there are more diamonds in the forest than in any castle,"

Merida blushed, "I find I have the best times away from the castle,"

"I am Prince King," the man offered her his hand and she received it, "New to this land."

"That's a peculiar name," Merida replied, "Seems a bit oxymoronish."

"I will agree that it is a bit moronic!" he laughed, "But it is the only name I know. You see, I have no memory of how I arrived in this world."

"You poor thing," Merida softened, "That's awful. Let me fix you a glass of wine?"

"That would be wonderful," he said, "I have been walking for quite some time."

Merida reached into her cupboard behind the couch and withdrew a bottle of red wine. She held two glasses in her hands and delicately poured ample portions for both of them, handing one to Prince King.

"Why have you come to court the princess?" Merida asked, keeping her rouse up.

"I have heard that Princess Merida is not only beautiful, but is intelligent and brave. The few people I have met in this place say that I can not be a true prince unless I marry a princess. So I have come to meet her and hope that I may find my first friend in this place,"

Merida blushed a little once more, "That is quite noble of you, Prince King."

"A prince with no nobility is not a prince at all. So tell me, fair lady, where is the castle from here?"

Merida said nothing but stepped closer to Prince King so that only inches separated them. The Prince did not back away, but stood, a head taller than she, gazing into her hazel eyes. Merida took his hands and placed them on her smooth, milky stomach. She could feel the heat radiating between the two of them.

"I don't think you need to go any further to find what you seek, Prince King," she said with a telling glance.

Prince King smiled pleasantly, "So you must be Merida. The stories do your beauty no justice."

Merida inched a little closer, his soft hands pressed against her bare tummy. Closer and closer they came until Merida pressed her lips against his. She felt something she hadn't before, a new spark deep inside her that none of the others who've come to court her have created. She felt primal and noble at the same time.

Prince King pulled Merida in tight and together they kissed in the open window by the crystal lake while the sun began to set in the west. Merida could feel something hardened against her hips. She reached down with her tiny hand and rubbed at the smooth silky robes of Prince King between his thighs, feeling him grow bigger and bigger with her assistance.

Prince King reached for the tassels on Merida's green shirt and loosened it. They broke from their embrace and he lifted it over her busy red hair to reveal an emerald bra cupping her delicious white breasts. 

Merida reached back and unclasped it, letting it fall aside and her boobs jiggle freely between them. Now wearing just her skin tight brown riding pants, Merida bent to her knees before the Prince. He helped her undo his belt, and Merida slowly pulled the waistline of his pants down until his large cock flipped out and nearly smacked her in the face. 

Prince King cooed slightly as Merida took his cock in her hands and began to rub it more aggressively. He waited in eager anticipation as Merida licked each side of his dick, kissing it and coating it in her wet saliva. 

"It won't fit," she said softly.

"Just open wide," Prince King replied with a wry smile.

Merida opened her mouth and squeezed the tip of his cock between her lips before sliding back off with a loud pop. This caused Prince King to groan in anticipation, and Merida complied, wrapping her tight lips of his member and sliding the length of it into her petite mouth. 

Merida's tongue wrapped around his dick as she continued to suck it down. Long, slow pulls on his meaty cock, Merida's red hair bobbing back and forth with every one. Prince King watched his black cock slide perfectly between her lips, creating a bulge in the very top of her throat as she choked ever so slightly on it. Merida felt his girth peck at the back of her throat with every long suck she took. 

Prince King then grabbed Merida and turned her over so that she lay flat on her belly. He ripped at her riding pants and pulled them clean off her legs as she yelped in a fit of laughter. Her slender pale legs before him. He lay down beside her, kissing her back and shoulders, driving her wild in anticipation. He slipped his own hand between her thighs and gently rubbed her quim until he could feel the warm moisture expel from her. 

He laid flat on top of her, pressing up slightly with his knuckles on the carpeted floor. Merida raised her ass a little into the air and Prince King pressed the tip of his manhood against her slippery pussy.

Merida closed her eyes and her mouth feel open in earnest as Prince King slowly ran the length of his dick into her. Merida kept her cheeks flat on the floor as Prince King held her hips and thrust into her smooth and slowly. With each crash of his hips against the bottom of her cheeks her body jolted with the inertia.

She began to sigh, first quietly and then quite evidently. Prince King kept his rhythm long and smooth, letting her feel every inch of his giant black cock stretch inside her. It was not long before Merida was squirming on the ground, wanting to take it harder and faster. Prince King wrapped his hands around her belly and lifted her into the air. He carried her to the couch, placing her down head first so that her ginger mane sprawled out across the couch cushion. 

He pulled her hips up to the corner of the couch over the arm, and knelt with one leg on the cushion beside Merida and his other leg resting on the arm. He lowered the tip of his cock straight down towards her pussy in the pile driver position. 

Merida's legs bounced in the air with every crash of his dick into her. She spread them around the couch cushion to give him complete access to her quim. Prince King pressed his leg up and down so that his entire shaft disappeared into Merida and then raised it back out. He thrust harder this time, bouncing Merida's hips off the couch cushion with each thrust. 

Merida's tongue was out of her mouth as she groaned in pleasure from Prince King. She watched his abs flex with every pelvic thrust into her. She saw his long black dick slipped past the gates of her pale pussy and bulge out the skin from her hip up to her belly button.

She wiggled off his dick, white streaks of her cum coating it, and wiggled around the couch on her elbows and knees. Prince King slipped onto the couch fully on both his knees and grabbed his dark hands on each of her milky ass cheeks. He thrust back into her pussy and her ass clapped against his hips as he took her doggy style. *thwack*thwack*

Merida's luscious red hair was flowing from her titled head. Prince King grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it tight as he thrust into her. Merida's head snapped back and she shouted an orgasmic yelp before white liquid poured from her onto his dark shaft. Prince King held Merida's hair with one hand, playfully tugging it as he rammed her. His other hand playfully rubbing her porcelain butt. 

*clap**thwack*clap*thwack**clap*oh*oh*ah*thwack*

He was nailing her harder and harder. The skin of her ass pressing hard against his hard abs. Merida reached back and placed her own hand on her ass, feeling the violent vibration of her ass with every smack against Prince King's hips. 

Another orgasm swelled inside her and she arched her back and climaxed a second time as Prince King flawlessly continued to pump her from behind. The stranger she had just met, she had let come into her secret cabin and fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Her young pussy completely overrun with joy.

Prince King gently pushed Merida off of his cock and took a seat firmly on the couch. He reached over her and grabbed her around the hips, kissing her smoothly as he lifted her onto his lap. They were face to face, kissing, when Prince King re-entered her. 

Merida arched her head forward and wrapped her hands around Prince King's neck so that her breasts were flat against his hard chest as she collapsed into him. He pushed her hair and held it firmly to the side of his face so he could look out over her shoulder and see her white booty smash against him. 

He held her butt once more and pumped her hard cowgirl. Merida roared with pleasure, hugging him tighter and tighter as Prince King quickened his pace. His black cock swelling inside her tummy and his balls slapping against her ivory skin with every pump.

Merida arched away now, letting her hips rock smoothly over him like waves. She cut her fingers into the couch cushion as she rode him. They both could see the imprint of his dick beneath her pale skin as his mighty cock fucked her over and over. Prince King watched her creamy breasts bounce wildly as her hips swallowed his black cock. 

He felt the wave of pressure building and he wanted nothing more than to blow his load into the white princess. Merida's red hair was static and flowing back off her head and her petite gorgeous face was transfixed on his member penetrating her. 

With a quickening pump Prince King came hard into Merida and moaned in ecstasy. His seed fired deep into Merida and she pumped her hips as hard as she could to strengthen his orgasm. His cum bubbling from her pussy and sliding down the length of his shaft as they breathlessly sat with his cock still inside her. 

He placed his hands on her pale skin, looking into her satisfied eyes, "Prince King, if you came seeking my hand, you have certainly earned it," she said, cooing slyly as she began to tie her hair back into a tight pony tail, her hips arching slight off his so that just the head of his cock remained inside her, eight inches from his hips. Merida looked down at his dark shaft jetting from her quim with a pleasant smile.



The Ginnycam



Ginny is a tiny woman with a very small waist. Although her tits are barely a handful, they look surprisingly large on her delicate frame. I was attracted to her by her cute little ass, though. It was a perfect little bubble butt.

I've always been a player and I thought she would be just another fuck when I met her. She was 17 and determined to be a virgin when she married. I was five years older and just wanted some pussy. We spent the first year just playing as she firmly resisted anything more than dry humping. I knew she came several times but she still kept my hands out of her pants.

Her resolve ended, though, on her eighteenth birthday when I finally discovered the sure way into her cunt. We had sipped a little wine and were dancing to one of the all time fanny grabbers when backed her into a darkened corner and slipped my hand down her ass. She objected and stepped back. Angry and horny as hell, I pushed her hand aside and palmed her pussy, slipping my fingers between her legs,

She grabbed my wrist with both hands and gasped. I could feel her getting wet through her dress. I pressed my fingers tightly against her clit and, in a few moments, she was moaning very quietly and I could feel her start to hump my fingertips. She buried her face in my shoulder to muffle the moans escaping from her wide open mouth -- we were at a party with several of her friends -- and allowed me to slip my fingers into her cunt. She came hard and before she could come back down, I had freed my cock and slipped it into her.

Shocked at what she had allowed to happen in an almost public place, she looked up at me with wide eyes. I had not yet relieved her of her virginity. I held my cock still, savoring the long denied pleasure, then slammed upwards, tearing through her cherry. She must have cum at least three times. It was a fantastic, wine-soaked, overdue fuck.

We got married three months later but the wedding did nothing to stop me from shopping around. I still ran with a Fred, photographer friend who always seemed to have access to great looking women who liked to drink and fuck. I accessed them often.

Fred often asked why I chased babes when I had one of the hottest at home. I've got to get something on the side, I said, because that's the way men are. Women, especially Ginny, like to stay at home and be faithful. He laughed and told me the only reason she was faithful was lack of opportunity. 

“Women are just as sleazy as men when they have the right opportunity,” he said. "I've seen her check out other dudes at the gym. Any babe that looks that hot needs more dick than you can give her."

"Take a shot," I said. "If you think you can do her, you'll be striking out 

all night long."

"I don’t think I can get into her cute little panties," he said, "but I think I can arrange for it to happen with someone else. All I need is a little studio time to loosen her up. Care to make a bet?"

I dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table and he covered it.

"Give me a month and I'll give you the pictures," he said.

He called her the next day and asked if she was interested in doing some modeling for one of the local department stores -- just a few summer dresses, he said. She agreed and came back very excited about the experience. The shots he sent to the ad agency were sexy but tasteful. He showed me a few others where back lighting showed through the dresses and revealed a little too much of her figure.

A week later he called again and asked her if she would do some swim suits. She agreed and returned a little flushed. He had started her out in a basic, modest one piece, then graduated to some racy bikinis. He had talked her into a thong at the end of the session and she posed for a few shots "Just for your husband." 

With her back to the camera, she had dropped her top for one shot, then turned toward the camera with her hands covering her breasts. Both shots were incredibly hot and I could tell from her expression that she was more than a little turned on by the whole thing. 

When she showed me the photos, she seemed a little excited and blushed deeply when I looked at them and leered at her. For the first time ever, we fucked on the living room couch in the middle of the day. She was so caught up in the urgency of the act that she never realized the drapes were open and anyone walking by could easily see her flat on her back with legs flailing in the air.

I met Fred for a beer that night and he made a bold statement. "Next time she poses for me, Ginny gets her sweet little ass fucked and I'll capture every stroke on tape."

I was sure he was wrong but the thought of watching her do another man got me really turned on. I doubled my bet that it would never happen, then went home and fucked her brains out. Damn, I was horny!

A few days later, she asked me if it was OK for her to do some lingerie shots. I knew this was the ball game, the time when he would test her. I was almost shaking when I told her to go for it. 

He arrived at 5:00 with a smile on his face and a tape in his hands. I knew immediately that he had won the bet. He told me to sit down as he slipped the tape into the machine and switched it on. 

The camera was about 10 feet from the diorama. I could hear voices off camera. Fred was assuring her that posing with a man was OK, this was photography for the department store.

She appeared on camera, looking a little frightened at first. She was wearing a very modest bra and panties. She posed on a stool then her posing partner joined her. I recognized him immediately. It was Ted, was a huge black man who spent every spare minute at the gym and often leered at Ginny when she worked out. He was about 6 foot 6 and 280 pounds. No fat anywhere. He was well-oiled, the lights bounced off his muscular body.

He stood behind her at first. He, too, was dressed modestly in a pair of tan boxers. After a few shots, the photographer asked her to change into another bra and panty set. She came out wearing one of those wonder bras that really enhanced her breasts. The full cotton panties she was wearing had been reduced to some very sexy bikinis. She mentioned something about good wine in the dressing room.

Ted came out a minute later in "tighty whities" that really showed off his muscular build and did nothing to hide the size of his cock. The camera caught Ginny sneaking a peak at his equipment. The photographer directed them closer together, she wrapped her hands around his bicep, then he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Both the Fred and her posing partner were working together on this seduction routine.

"Time to change again," Fred said and they both disappeared to their dressing rooms. He placed a bottle of wine and a plate of cheese on the stool as props, turned to the camera and lewdly ran his index finger through his circled thumb and finger, signifying that the fucking of Ginny was about to begin.

She came back first, a little embarrassed, it seemed, at how much she was exposed. She had on a mesh bra and the tiniest bikini panties possible. They just barely covered her well-trimmed pussy hair and I could see the cleft of her cunt easily. For the first time, I realized I was actually stroking my cock as I prepared myself for a scene I knew was inevitable.

Her partner came back, wearing nothing more than a pouch which strained to keep his half hard cock covered. She noticed right away and had that deer in the headlights look. He came up behind her again and, as the flash went off, placed his arm under her tits, lifting upwards. Nervously, she began playing to his lead, turning one way, then another, trying to pose for the camera. 

I was seeing a lot of her ass exposed and as she moved, more and more of it came into view. I was nervous, too, I barely noted that they stopped from time to time to sip some of the wine until I saw that the bottle was almost empty and she was just drunk enough to giggle. Fred knew how I had popped her cherry and he was using that knowledge to win the bet.

Ted stepped behind her again, this time lifting her off the ground. She wrapped both arms around his left bicep and his right hand steadied her thighs. It took only three shots before he cradled her ass his huge paw as he hoisted her to his shoulder. 

"Look at her face" said Fred. “Right there I knew her ass was his.”

She looked hot. Obviously turned on and, with the wine, out of control, she was minutes away from fucking only the second man in her life and doing it in front of a third man. I couldn't believe it was going to happen.

As she slid down off his shoulder, her steadied her again with his right hand. It seemed to be happening in slow motion as she dropped down. His hand was on her knee when she started her descent. He held it firm and let her slide down until he was caressing her upper thigh. She stopped for a second when his hand was just below the crotch of her panties, maybe expecting him to take it away. He leaned forward and she dropped down that last 3 inches. 

When his huge hand now covered her mound, she gasped. I watched as his fingers pressed inward right over her cleft. Her head rolled to the side and she grasped his arm harder, her nails digging into his bicep and his fingers began moving the thin material that protected her pussy aside.

"You're faithful little bitch just came." Fred didn’t need to say it. Her first orgasm of the night was obvious. She was a panting, gasping slut. Her back was pressed against his stomach and he held her up in the perfect position for the camera to capture every intimate detail of her public fucking.

I watched as he penetrated her with one, then two fingers. The camera caught everything as he slipped into her up to his first knuckle, then the second. I could her her gasps and moans as she fucked herself on his hand, spreading her legs wide for him leaving her completely exposed to the camera and Fred. With one leg on the stool they had just been posing on and the other held high by her own hand.

"Oh, my god Oh, my god!" She moaned over and over. His pitch black fingers probed deeper and deeper into her pure white cunt. He added a third finger pushing upwards until they were deep inside her soaking wet pussy. I was amazed at how much of his hand he had managed to slide into her tiny little pussy. She shrieked out in the hardest orgasm I've ever seen. I looked down and knew she was going to take even more. His cock was at full staff and at least half of it was out of the pouch that he as wearing.

He let her slide down to the floor. Unable to stand, she fell forward, face down.

He dropped down spreading her legs and ripping away the pouch. For the first time he spoke. That last five minutes had been filled with gasps and moans and the wet sponge sounds of a wide open pussy being masterfully finger-fucked. 

His voice jolted me back to reality "Get rid of them panties, I'm going to fuck you right now" he barked. The deed was about to be done. Even then, I didn’t know how far it would go. I was about to be shocked senseless.

She lifted her ass up a few inches and pushed her panties down. He was on her as soon as they were just below her cheeks. Aiming his cock at the target she was offering, he lunged forward, burying his cock into her dripping pussy in one fierce stroke. Her torso came up from the force of his entry and he reached around, ripping the bra from her tits. His hands grabbed her breasts and he squeezed hard, forcing another orgasm out of her. 

They were fucking each other now as hard and fast as they could. He was power fucking her doggie style and she was lifting her ass up as he came crashing down into her and pulling it down as he lifted up. They were deep into the perfect fucking rhythm. She came at least two more times before he emptied his balls deep inside her, growling like a wounded bear.

I've been wanting some of that pussy for a long time and damn! That's the hottest fuck I've ever had," he said.

Fred came into view and sat the camera down next to her. She still hadn't caught her breath when he rolled her over onto her back, just far enough away to capture the length of her well-fucked torso. For the first time sice Ted had palmed her pussy she seemed to remember there was another man in the room and realized a camera was running. She looked at the lens, seeing the red light and struggled to understand what it meant.

Fred was standing over her. I could only see his legs in the frame as his pants dropped to the floor. Reaching behind her knees, he pressed her legs up toward her chest and penetrated her. She was so wet and wide open that his cock found its way into her pussy unaided. Almost before she realized it, she was being fucked by only the third man she had ever had in her life and the second within the last two minutes. 

A long, low moan escaped her lips as he began pumping her. At first, I thought it was in protest, then I noticed she was rocking her hips in rythm to his thrusts. She replaced his hands with hers and spread herself even wider so he could penetrate deeper. She found his mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth and came again. His body shook as he left his come deep in her womb. The tape went dark.

"I left them at the studio to fuck some more” said Fred. “She'll probably be home when he's finished with her. I gotta tell you, she was riding him cowgirl style, her ass was just humping up and down on that big old black cock and she didn’t seem to mind that I was watching. I think she was getting off on it. When I left he had his middle finger all the way up her butt. I know he'll ass fuck her before the night's over."

I handed him the second hundred. “The tape’s yours, buddy, and I hope you didn’t mind that I tapped that little pussy, too. Damn, that was sweet!”



The Girl



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The doorbell rang. I answered the door, wearing only my shorts.

It was a beautiful young woman, sporting long, wavy flame red hair, about five feet tall, and slender. Sha had pale skin and freckles, and was wearing a light pinkish white tank top and jeans. Her chest wasn't very big, a B cup at best, but I could see she was not wearing a bra, and I liked it. She held a purse in her hands. The bluest eyes I had ever seen searched my face, my eyes, glanced down at my bare torso, widening a bit, and then back up to my eyes.

"I'm looking for Johnathan Mazrick?" she said.

"That's me," I said, my heart skipping a beat. "Are you the -"

"I'm the grow-ling you ordered. Long, wavy fire red hair, pale skin, freckles, sapphire blue eyes, smallish chest, hairless v-" 

"Come on in, then," I cut her off, blushing. "The Company got my payment, right?"

"Yes, I am paid for in full."

She walked in, and I closed the door behind her.

"Uh, do you have a name yet?" I asked her. She stood there looking into my eyes.

"No. I am unnamed. If you want to name me now, I am ready to receive one. You can also allow me to remain unnamed. It is your choice."

"I'll name you later, I think. Have you been fed recently? Are you hungry or thirsty?"

"I have had enough to eat. I will eat now, if you wish, but there is no desire for food in me right now. Water is a growing necessity, though."

I got her a glass of water, which she drank in one gulp and returned the glass. 

"Thank you." she said. "What now?"

"Wow, I am not sure. You're real. You're here. I had almost not believed it was possible."

"I am real. I am here. It is possible. And I have been paid for in full, so I am yours to do with and to as you wish. Was I created according to your desires, or is there some error in my make?" she asked.

"Error? Oh, no, you are perfect. You are exactly as I wanted you to be. Why do you ask?"

"I had been told to expect that my owner would want sex right away if I was made correctly. Do you wish to have sex with me?"

"Uh... well, yes, but... I thought I would show you your new home first. Or we could have sex, too, if you like."

"You forget that I am incapable of making decisions. I am yours, created specifically for you, and I do as you wish. If you wish to have sex, I am ready, as I will always be. If you wish something else, speak the words and I will accommodate."

"Come sit down on the couch with me," I said. I led her to the couch and sat down. She sat down within inches of me and looked into my eyes again, no expression on her face.

"How old are you?" I asked, staring at her beautiful hair.

"Twenty years old, as you ordered."

"No, I mean really. I know you were built to be exactly as a twenty year old human would be, but how long ago was it that you were built?"

"It is two weeks and three days since I was first begun, and I gained consciousness three days ago. I was completed yesterday at seven thirty-one in the morning and I began my journey to you shortly thereafter."

I touched her arm. It was warm, soft, inviting. She watched me touch her.

"That feels... good," she said. "It reminds me to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"I do not have any designation as to how I am to address you, yet. What shall I refer to you as?"

"Um, you can call me 'lover'," I replied jokingly.

"Yes, lover," came her serious response. There was only innocent sincerity in her eyes.

"I think I will call you Desiree for now. You look like a Desiree I once knew."

"My designation is to be 'A Desiree I Once Knew', shortened to 'Desiree For Now'. I understand, lover."

I laughed. "No, your name is just 'Desiree'. In the future I might change it. And you should call me 'Johnathan' instead of 'lover'."

"I understand, Johnathan. I am Desiree."

"Yes, you are my Desiree."

"I am your Desiree. All yours. You own me. I was made specifically to your designated parameters. I am what you ordered."

"You are who I ordered, not what I ordered."

"Yes, Johnathan. I am who you ordered."

"I don't care what they say, built for me or not, you're still a living creature and you deserve the respect that should go with that."

"If that is your wish." She looked into my eyes again, and now I could see something there. It was a longing of sorts, but I could not make it out. She looked down at my hand. "It felt... good... when you touched me. Would you please touch me again? I have never been touched before."

"Give me your hand," I said. She looked at me quizzically. I reached out and took her right hand in both of mine. She drew in a sharp breath.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, concerned.

"No," she said. She was trembling now a little. "I am not used to this sensation. I have never been touched before. It is... nice." She sat there staring at my hands holding hers but did not move.

I smiled.

"What is sex?" I asked her. After a pause, she replied

"Sex is the coming together of a human and a human, or a human and a grow-ling, in a manner which utilizes the sexual centers and/or erogenous zones of at least one human, for the pleasure of the human or humans involved, and it can lead to reproduction. Grow-lings cannot be made pregnant. I cannot be made pregnant because I am just a grow-ling"

I laughed again.

"What is lovemaking?"

She looked at me quizzically, opening her mouth a second before speaking.

"Lovemaking is the coming together of a human and a human, or a human and a grow-ling, in a manner which utilizes the sexual centers and/or erogenous zones of at least one human, for the ultimate pleasure of the human or humans involved, and it can lead to reproduction. Grow-lings cannot be made pregnant. I cannot be made pregnant because I am just a grow-ling."

"What is the difference between sex and lovemaking?" I asked.

She pondered a moment.

"Sex and lovemaking are... the same thing," she replied.

"No they're not," I said. "They are very different."

"How are they different? I will need to know the difference in order to please you."

Again I laughed.

"Sex is pretty much the way you put it, I guess. Lovemaking is the intimate sharing of oneself with another in a sort of emotional bonding between the two, and sharing, and it does not necessarily involve sex."

"I am capable of emotional awareness. I have no experience with emotions yet." she replied. "Can you demonstrate for me the difference between sex and lovemaking? I do not fully understand."

"Alright," I said, thinking to myself, Let's see what sort of things she's been taught. "Stand up and prepare to be fucked doggy style."

She stood up without the slightest hesitation, dropped her jeans and stepped out of them. Then she removed the panties she was wearing, and stepped out of them. Finally, she turned away from me, spread her legs, and bent over, leaning on the table. 

My heart skipped a beat. She was flawlessly formed, with beautifully shaped legs leading to an ass that was simply to die for. Her vulva was completely hairless, and her outer lips were light pink and puffy, just as I had specified they should be. They separated just slightly to reveal another pair of shy, deeper pink inner lips, which seemed to be almost hiding. It was enough to send me half way into cardiac arrest. 

I could see her heartbeat in her inner lips, just faintly. The faint scent of a sexually mature young woman in heat found it's way to my nose. I was instantly horny. My cock grew hard so fast it was painful, and I found myself standing to the occasion, lost to my sudden lust, unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts and letting them fall to the floor, freeing my thick, proud erection. I stepped out of them, and closed the distance to stand behind her.

I touched her smooth womanhood with my hands, feeling her soft, receptive sex. It was hot, glowing with heat, and surprisingly wet since I had made  no attempt at arousing her. But then this was a grow-ling, and she was genetically modified to be ready for sex all the time. With such excitement that I started experiencing a bit of difficulty breathing, I guided myself into her. The heat was amazing as it enveloped me. It was easy to guide myself into her, to which she responded by gasping and moaning with pleasure. 

She accepted my full length easily, though it was a bit of a tight fit for my thickness, but her ample wetness made up for that. It slid in smoothly, slowly, with her mewing in pleasure with each agonizingly slow inch that it went in. When I was in to the hilt, I stopped.

"You seem to be enjoying this," I said.

"Oh, yes..." she gasped. "Very much, Johnathan.... So this is sex?"

"No, this is not sex. Yet. This is just penetration."

I began moving in and out, slowly, little by little extending the depth of my pulls and thrusts, until I was giving her my full length with each thrust. She groaned with each one, her groan coming to a crecsendo at the deepest part, and fading to almost nothing when I was almost out of her.

She felt good. Damned good. Better than any born woman I had ever been with. I was moving faster and faster in and out of her, until I was lost to the pleasure in my loins, unable to feel the separation between her amazing body and my own. She moaned longer each time, no longer in time with my thrusts, and when her head dropped I knew she was on her way to an orgasm. Instinctively she began back-thrusting into me, forcing me to adjust my rhythm, but I adapted, and we continued on. 

She returned each thrust harder and harder, as her moans turned into animal grunts, and her head jerked back and to the side. I could see her eyes were closed and her lips were parted, but her jaw was clenched with the pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her short life. The look on her face was of torturous pleasure, and it tightened further and further as that sensation grew within her. It wasn't long until she dropped her head again and started grunting loudly and insistently in time with each rapid thrust. The sounds coming from her were growing more and more wild and animalistic. Her responses were arousing me a lot, and I began pounding her for all I was worth.

In response, she screamed out with each dive I took into her heated depths, and began back-thrusting as hard as she could. She became a crazy woman, and even as hard as I was pounding her, and as hard as she was giving it back, it wasn't hard enough. She growled ferociously and looked back over her shoulder at me, animal lust burning in her eyes, trying desperately to fuck me harder. I couldn't handle it any longer, and I was overtaken by the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. With one last desperate thrust, I buried myself in her as deeply as I could, pulling her hips to me with enough force to leave a hand shaped bruise on each hip. When I was as deep as I could go, I felt the tip of her cervix hit my cockhead and at that instant, I groaned hard and launched a hundred million swimmers into her with enough force to have hit the ceiling. 

This set off her orgasm, and she screamed out as loud as those lungs of hers could with unbearable raging delight. It was a scream that emptied her of breath and left her sobbing. I slowly withdrew from her after my orgasm had subsided, my legs still trembling, wincing as my too-sensitive member slid free. She oozed a bit of my thick, white contribution mixed with some of her own fluids as it did.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I (sob) don't (sob) know..." she cried.

I sat down on the couch, naked, and told her to sit on my lap. She did. Her natural response was to cuddle up to me, trying to fit onto my lap like a child. I could feel my own come drooling out of her depths and down my leg onto the couch as she continued to cry. I held her to me, and rocked her lovingly.

"Why am I (sob) crying, Johna (sob) than?" 

"I'm not sure, Desiree. Maybe you're being overwhelmed by all this new experience. Being touched for the first time, having sex for the first time, having your first orgasm, and discovering feelings all at once. Sometimes humans cry when they experience emotional overload."

"Budime (sob) not (gasp for breath, sob) human... (sob, sob) I'm just a (hiccough) grow-ling..."

"You may be a grow-ling, but you're still capable of all these things. Look, you have responded to me instinctively in several ways already."

"How?" she asked, her tears subsiding.

"Did anyone teach you to push back into me while we were having sex?"

"No..." I wiped away some tears.

"Did anyone teach you to do what you did while we were having sex?"

"No..."

"And did anyone teach you to cuddle up to me like you're doing?"

"No..." she looked at me expectantly. "Those things just... happened..."

"Exactly. You're more human than you think, love."

She nuzzled her head into my chest. 

"I feel... safe... with you." It was almost a whisper. I smiled broadly. 

"Good." I said, kissing the top of her head and wrapping my arms around her tightly. "Would you like to know what lovemaking is now?"

She looked up and into my eyes. Drying tears were on her face, and her eyes were red and puffy. "I like that idea," she said. "But... I... I feel something... in my chest,"

"In your chest?"

"Yes... it feels like a warm glow... and I don't know how to describe it... it's like... you have turned on a light bulb in me somehow..."

I grinned again, realizing what she was taking about. My grow-ling was falling in love with me, just as I'd been told she would when we had sex for the first time. I leaned in slowly, kissed her lightly on the lips, and then said, "We had sex. Now let me introduce you to lovemaking."

(To be continued. Please VOTE!)



The Girl



Please join me on my trip in the time machine. On a trip back to one of the most formative sexual experiences of my life. An experience, that has stayed in my mind for almost 15 years and that recently gained actuality.

Way back, in the last century, before myspace or face book, before the ubiquity of the tools we are all acquainted with these days, I was a senior in high school. High school back then was probably not that much different than it is today. I watch some of the movies coming out every year that choose a high school as a setting and sometimes feel reminded of the social environs of my senior year. I wasn't one of the popular kids, but I did play some sports, listened to rock n' roll, did the drugs and tried for the sex the same way most high school kids do. Part of this teenager experience is the longing for THE GIRL. THE GIRL is not just any person of the female persuasion that happens to cross your path, but rather THE GIRL. THE GIRL seems to be unreachable, intangible, ethereal yet so enticing...

In my case THE GIRL was Philomania Lightly. Philo was the smartest person I have yet met. She had already read more books than I could ever hope to read in my life. And that is saying a lot for a bibliophile like myself. Philo was also the prettiest being that I had ever beholden with my eyes. She had what I considered the perfect face, the perfect body, the perfect everything. I think that this perfection is what causes the perceived intangibility and is one of the core features of THE GIRL. Most people have the luck of having a THE GIRL that they only see once in a while, like the neighbors daughter that only comes home to her parents place during vacations, which is great, because the aspiration stays unfulfilled yet is not ever present. I on the other hand had the bad fortune to have my THE GIRL siting in my class almost every hour. I probably only did so good in Math because that was one of the few classes where Philo did not distract me with the pure fact of her presence.

I thank god every day that I am a man (or then boy) of action. So although it took a few years of mesmerization for me tot take the leap, half way through my senior year I did. I gathered together all my courage, borrowed some from my sister and my mom, and called Philo to ask her to the prom. No as every person who has ever been to high school knows, going to the prom together has far reaching consequences. The words "would you go to the prom with me" if answered in the affirmative, immediately make an item of the persons involved.

No I figured that I would ask Philo relatively early since that would leave me with enough time to attempt alternative arrangements like asking my sister, in the inevitable case of rejection. Boy was I surprised when I did not receive the feared yet anticipated rejection. All of a sudden I had a girlfriend on my hands, but not any girlfriend, THE GIRLfriend, which is in itself a thing of impossibility.

Now usually when achieving an elusive, desired goal like THE GIRL, the let down is immense, since the pedestal that THE GIRL has previously been put upon is of such an enormous height, that no real flesh human being has any chance of ever living up to it. In my case the let down was tiny, or actually none existent, since the reality of being able to be with my THE GIRL was more pleasurable than any fancy of the imagination could ever be.

So life was good. Life was charmed. We saw a lot of each other, yet we were both nervous of the others presence. Neither of us knew what should happen now. We obviously now were an item, that was quite clear simply from the fact that we were going to the prom together, but what were the practical consequences of that?

One of those practical consequences was that we decided to go to this party together. The party was at the house of the team captain of the sports team I was on. It was not the sort of things that I usually went to nor was it her usual habitat. But since I was invited solely on the virtue of being a team member, we decided to go. As Julius Caesar supposedly once said: veni, vidi vici; I came, I saw, I conquered; Or in our case more like we came, we saw, we left. I don't know why, but I did not really feel right at that party, and it was obvious, that Philo didn't feel in her element there either. By intense eye contact and the words "let's go" we decided to leave.

Yet where to? We didn't have any plans, nowhere to be, to late for the movies,... We decided to go back to my place since my parents were out of town for the weekend. I don't know how we ended up in my parents bedroom, probably it was the most comfortable place to watch tv in the house. We never did turn the tv on though; making out was just much more interesting.

Tentatively moved my hand from her back to her perfect ass, the ass I had dreamed about on so many nights. Encouraged by her every move our kisses became more intense. My hand slid up her back and along Philo's bra to her small but perfectly shaped breast. Massaging her nipples I used my unoccupied digits to open her blouse intruding on the perfection of my THE GIRL.

Kissing her perfect aureoles my endowment to the coital arts was throbbing with excitement. Slowly groping her nipples with my left my right hand, encouraged by her reaction to its attentions, went on an exploration south. The index finger felt like Neil Armstrong, when it hit her belly button. One small dip in a perfect abdomen for a finger, one giant leap for the level of excitement in our hearts and pants.

Her blouse and bra had left the scene deciding that they would be of no use tonight. Philo's shorts and panties soon followed as my middle finger began to explore the moist folds of her nether lips. Her labia was filled with the passion of the moment literally searching out my busy digits. Philo's slippery cunt pressed hard against my index finger which had intruded deeper into the fold of her opening as my knuckle brushed the tip of her tickler.

A deep moan escaped her lips as she began to take charge of my activities. Guiding my hand I furiously concentrated on her clitoris giving all my fingers could muster. The level of her pleasure was measurable in decibel as the beams of my world began to shake with her screams. I noticed for the first time that it was just as pleasurable giving pleasure as receiving.

As she reached her climax, or at least gave a pretty good imitation of Sally, we embraced and kissed passionately. The first words uttered after catching her breath were: "This was long overdue". To this day I can't even pretend to completely comprehend what the meaning of this simple phrase might have been. Was it overdue that the two of us had shared this experience? Was it overdue that she get her rocks off, it normally happening around 6pm not 10pm? Was it overdue for her to switch from auto-erotic encounters to an encounter involving another being of the same species? I will probably never know.

Whatever the meaning may have been, it was a deeply satisfying experience. She began to put her clothes on as I went to wash my hands. This is when I noticed that my clothes had not really been ruffled, much less removed. Until this night, my erotic encounters had always been a quid pro quo. A I'll suck yours if you suck mine. Not this time. Well actually this time too. I'll give you pleasure if you will take it. If you take pleasure I will have it.

So this encounter taught me a lot of things. For one thing the pleasure that was to be had by giving pleasure without expecting reciprocation. But on a much more practical level, it taught me what actually causes pleasure for a woman. Philo guided my hand and gave it ideas. Ideas of where to roam to achieve the maximum pleasure to my mate.

So what happened after that night? Well my love grew, school drew to a close and we did go to the prom. By that time I was ready to follow her anywhere she would go. The day after the prom I called her, yet she didn't pick up. I wanted to tell her that I would change my college plans to be with her. No-one answered the phone. I went by her house, no-one home. This went on for about two weeks. At which point my plane left for college and I was on it not having spoken to Philo since our prom.

I have not seen her since the day of our prom. I tried to reach her without success. A couple of years later I actually managed to reach her by phone. Although we spoke and I tried to set up a meeting, I got the distinct impression that she had no interest in meeting or really talking.

I moved on and she moved on. I never tried to contact her again, yet I thought of her often. She was actually one of the most important people of my life. Yet having last seen her on a high note, our prom, it wasn't like we broke up and cleared the air, it was like she had vanished in the Bermuda triangle. One second the love of my life, the next second gone. I guess by high school logic we are still a couple.

Well high school logic doesn't hold in the real world. Life has moved on. I have changed, she probably has changed as well. Twelve years after our prom the world has shifted around us. New York had a landmark and a lot of its people erased, the internet came, bubbled and came again. Then one day I get an E-Mail.

Philomania added you as a friend on Facebook. We need you to confirm that you are, in fact, friends with Philomania.

To confirm this friend request, follow the link below: 

Thanks,

The Facebook Team

This time it was her that initiated contact, full twelve years after we last saw each other. Enough time for wounds to heal, reopen and reheal. Enough time for love to ebb, but not enough time to forget a great person or loose the affection for her. Enough time for life to change, but not enough to teach a heart to harden.

So dear readers, I have given you a dilemma. I have given you my dilemma. What should I do? If I now resume contact with my THE GIRL, I am setting myself up for disappointment. I have had her in my heart for twelve years now; twelve years that saw her go to college, leave college, get a job, shift her life and her priorities a dozen times. If the fiction of my brain collides with the reality of a changed person, it may well result in an annihilation.

On the other hand, by the simple fact that I am asking these questions, it became apparent that I am not set up for disappointment, because I realize both intellectually and emotionally that we have changed and that while the two people Philofiction and Philoreality may have started out at the same time and place, yet they have evolved separately. Philofiction has evolved separated from Philofiction like the strange mammals of Australia have evolved separated from the rest of the world. Knowing this safeguards me from disappointment.

So I guess I do want her in my life, but what do I expect to happen? What can I expect from all of this? Well it is you dear readers that I, Jacob Sarazzo, am asking this question. I guess there is a worst case scenario: We talk and/or meet and can't stand each other. Well what has changed then? Nothing really, since that would put us back to where we were just a short month ago.

But there is also the best case scenario, we talk, we meet, we mail and we have something akin to a Vulcan mind melt. While not mandatory, it would just be possible, that we can partake in each others life and enhance them by the pure expedient of our mutual influence. While that chance exists I cannot give up.

So how do I go about it? And this is I guess where I would most appreciate your input, dear readers. If I just search for her on google, throw in the phonebook, people search and other online resources, I could probably find out everything about her including her credit rating and try to contact her by any means possible, hoping to evoke some sort of reaction. Do I really want to do this? Well yes, because I want to know what has happened and what has become of her. But that would freak out even the most self assured person. And I don't want that to happen. So I guess I will just try to find out what I can and hope that she takes the next step. If you know of any better way to proceed dear readers, please let me know.



The Girl



Heat shimmers drifted across the long black ribbon of freeway stretched out to the horizon. Pastures slid by in a green blur and Jack squinted, adjusting his dark sunglasses to block an errant beam of light. Stepping down harder on the gas his old rusty car sped along the hot asphalt. 

Vibrations from his loud stereo rattled through the car, the bass making his steering wheel shake with every note. The blaring little car rolled off the pavement onto an exit, and Jack watched the signs leading down a dusty dirt side road. Gravel crunched under his half bald tires as he rolled to a stop, and put the window down. Turning the stereo down he leaned out, long black hair falling around his face as he handed a wad of bills to the clerk in the little booth. 

The parking lot was huge, filled with the cacophony of engines idling, loud music of varying styles, and human voices. Dust blew in the wind across the lot. He parked, and looked around. There were a lot of people out for the show. He smiled as his eyes rolled over several young women in bikini's sunning themselves before the show. Leaning back on the trunk of his old beater car he lit a cigarette, and took it all in, people watching. 

Standing there smoking he watched a group of women walking by, they were young, and beautiful. Watching he singled out the hottest one of the group. She had long dark hair and olive skin, big brown eyes and long lashes. He stared transfixed as she walked in front of him, her small group passing by. As she passed he saw her looking at him from the corner of her eye. 

Winking and smiling broadly Jack tipped his head, and took in her figure. Long supple neck and large perky breasts under a thin T shirt caught his attention, her slender waist terminating at well rounded hips and butt, thin shapely legs extended from the edges of her cut off shorts. 

His eyes followed her, and as she turned fully away he couldn't take them off of her little round ass as it bounced up and down with her steps. He didn't think he would ever see her again; the girls at shows like this were just eye candy to him. He enjoyed seeing them out in there summer clothes, but rarely made any connections with people at concerts.

Just as he let a lascivious grin cross his face thinking about that pert little ass she turned around, craning her long supple neck to look over her shoulder at him. She smiled seeing where his eyes were resting, then with a coy toss of her hair she turned back and was gone from sight. 

Finishing his cigarette Jack walked lightly down the slight decline, to the point where he could see the amphitheatre. It stretched away down the hill, a crowd of humanity slowly filtering into the gated off area. 

Watching the crowd ooze down through the ticket booth, Jack watched for interesting tattoos and unusual band shirts. There was a lot of skin and ink, he loved seeing all the body art, and modifications, his eyes devoured bright skin murals, rows of chrome spikes, foreign printing on familiar band shirts. Enthralled by the tableau of human art Jack noticed a familiar form in the crowd. 

There she was, he recognized her from behind by her cute little ass, and as his eyes settled on her he felt his pants grew tight. Shaking his head he continued on to the gate. She disappeared into the throng and he found himself scanning the crowd looking for her. But why he didn't know.

He wasn't desperate, but for some reason he just couldn't get that girl out of his mind now. Really he had been thinking about her since he first saw her; there was something different about her. It intrigued him and he had no idea why. 

Suddenly a loud crack of static split the air and a guitar screeched, leading into a blast of sound as the first band came on stage. Jack felt the music wash through him, the bass rattling his chest, and he loped off to get in front of the stage. Standing in the crowd he waved his arms in the air, and stood watching as the metal band roared on the glittering stage, colored lights flickered and dimmed, then a starburst of strobe lights exploded and when the spots in his eyes cleared he saw her. 

Standing in front of him, and her neck was twisted around so she could look at him over her smooth bare skinned shoulder. Amazed Jack stepped forward, locking eyes with her, and when he stopped behind her she stepped back. 

Her firm round ass bumped his hip lightly and he felt a tingle of pleasure. She stood there in front of him swaying to the music, and her tight little ass kept bumping into him. Putting his hands on her slender waist Jack followed her rhythm, and soon found her rubbing that sexy ass right up against him, making him painfully hard.

She felt the bulge in his pants and kept him up against her, his hard on rubbing through her pants right down the center of her perfect ass. In amazement Jack just went with it, and the girl just kept going, rocking out to the music and Jacks rock hard cock! 

As the bands played their sets Jack's new friend stayed near him, and when the music died down between groups she spoke to him for the first time. "Hi I'm Jesse." She said in a light school girl voice. 

"I'm Jack." He replied smiling, "It's nice to meet you Jesse."

She looked up at him, and he was mesmerized by her sensuality, her eyes almost dripped sex appeal, and he felt his hard on twitching. She was right up against him and as his cock twitched she felt it on her thigh, she looked down at his zipper and bit her bottom lip seductively.

"Do you like me?" she whispered smiling, her eyes never leaving his bulging pants. 

"What do you think?" He answered and pressed up against her harder, his cock rubbing her shapely leg. 

"I saw you looking at me before." She spoke quietly, and they seemed to be in a bubble, cut off from the surrounding crowd's noise. 

"I couldn't help it." Jack whispered down to her, "When the most gorgeous female I've ever seen walks by, I have to look!"

Jesse smiled, and her eyes lit up. "You're sweet!" She breathed as she stretched up, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome!" Jack answered, bending a little to let his arm wrap around her waist. 

"How do you like the show so far?" he asked her drawing her to him.

"It's good." She answered, turning her hips so her side came up against him. 

"I'm waiting for the headliners to play." Jack told her while his hands felt her wonderful curvy waist. Then the music started again and waves of electric sound rolled through the crowd.

Standing close as the crowd tightened up to the stage Jack kept time with her as she jumped and waved, swaying with the beat. She looked back at him on occasion, smiling seductively, and while the music rumbled through their bodies she half turned, and bending her neck she laid her mouth on the side of his neck and bit. Jacked lurched as the tingle of pleasure arched through him, her soft tender lips on his skin making his toes curl. 

Pulling away Jesse took his hand and led him through the maze of thrashing bodies to the side, and pushed him up against the wall there. With the crowd all around concentrating on the stage she stood in front of him, her hips not touching his, and let her fingers run over his powerful chest, down his hard stomach. 

Teasing around his pant line Jack throbbed hard, and ready, as Jesse slipped her fingers into his pants and brushed against the tip of his hard on. Looking up coyly with her lip between her teeth she said, "Wow, you are really hard!"

"I have been ever since I saw you in the parking lot baby!" Jack replied as she worked her hand further into his pants, squeezing his thick cock, and slowly stroking him up and down.

His hands came up to her waist and as he moved his fingers over her sweet young body she took his hands, and moved then purposefully to her back, and down to cup her round ass, then she popped the button on the front of his jeans, and his big throbbing cock fell out into her waiting hand. 

She cupped his balls as he squeezed her ass, her fingers trailing an electric jolt of pleasure through him as she expertly teased him, then slowly she extended her tongue out to flick the head of his erection. She wrapped her long tongue around him, concentrating on the rim, then licking up and down the cleft on his head.

Jack arched his back and groaned as she slowly sucked his huge cock into her hot mouth, and down into her tight steamy throat. She was giving him the best blow job he had ever had and her fingers were touching him in a way that no woman ever had before. He felt like he was dreaming. 

He let his eyes roll up as she caressed his balls, fondling them sensually, feeling the smooth softness bellow, and delicately rimming his ass hole. 

Taking his length into her mouth she swallowed his shaft down to the base, and held him there, deep in her tight throat. A shiver rolled through his body, and a gush of hot cum burst out. 

Eagerly she drank his cum, massaging his balls, and ass, letting his hot load flood down her throat, swallowing, and gulping around his thick shaft. 

Finally as his orgasm faded she pulled away, gasping for air she took a deep breath, and smiled up at him with a bead of pearly white cum on her bottom lip. "Did you like that?" she asked demurely, while still stroking his cock and balls. A dribble of cum trickled out as she squeezed, and her tongue was quick to lick it up. 

Jack looked down at her as if in a dream, and said, "Oh god yes! That was amazing!"

Pulling her up, he crushed his lips to hers, tasting his salty cum and not caring. He kissed her deep, and hard. She turned to the side again, kissing him back, and buttoning his pants back up.

He started to slide his hands down her chest, and stomach but she stopped him there, not letting his fingers drift bellow her belt. 

"Not yet." She said, barely audible over the music. Jack looked at her sideways but said nothing. They watched the show for several hours, and all the while she tried hard to keep Jack behind her, or to the side. 

Walking back to the parking lot Jack asked from behind her, "So what are you doing this evening? Got any plans?"

"No." She answered, "I was hoping maybe you wanted to hang out with me for a while?"

Eagerly Jack responded, "I sure do! I was going to a hotel in town for the night, do you want to go out to dinner with me?"

"Can we just order something and stay in?" She asked, not turning, as they walked. 

"Sure." Jack said, stepping up behind her, and squeezing her ass. "Whatever you want honey."

"I want you to know I've never done anything like this before, I'm not a whore!" 

"I never thought you were." Jack quickly broke in.

"I know it sound cliché, but when I saw you watching me in the parking lot I felt something, like an electric charge in my heart."

"It's silly, but I think we were meant to meat here."

Jack watched her sexy little ass bouncing in front of him, and said, "I felt it too, as soon as you walked by, I've never felt like this before, and I can't believe how good you are at giving head! That was the best I've ever had, no shit!" 

Jesse laughed, "Thank you, I don't think I've ever done it quite like that before either, your beautiful cock inspired me!"

"Seriously Jesse, I never had a girl touch my balls like that, and the rest, damn, I never had a girl touch me there ever!"

"But did you like it?" 

"Oh yes! I loved it! You're amazing, you can do anything you want to me; I'm all yours after that!"

"Really?" Jesse said looking over her shoulder at him. 

"Yep, really." Jack replied.

"That was the best sexual experience I've ever had, and if that's any indication of where this might go, then I am down for it, whatever you want baby!" 

In the car Jack set his hand on her thigh as they drove, she closed hers over his, keeping his fingers on her leg. The old beater car coughed and sputtered as Jack pulled it into the motel parking lot. The night was warm and clear and the air smelled like cut grass. 

Jack and Jesse walked hand in hand up to the office, and Jack paid for their room. Their bodies still tingled with the vibrations of the loud music as they unlocked the door and stepped into the small room. 

Once inside Jack looked around, checked the bathroom for clean towels and said, "You want to take a shower with me?"

Jesse looked at him and her big brown eyes looked almost afraid. "I do." She stuttered, "But not today, ok?"

Arching an eyebrow Jack smiled and said, "Sure no big deal, but I need a quick wash."

"Ok, I'll order us some food." Jesse looked relieved. 

"I won't be long." Jack called as he walked into the bathroom without shutting the door. 

Jesse found a list of take out restaurants, and order Chinese while Jack bathed. When he came out of the bathroom in a towel Jesse got up and said, "the food should be here soon, but I'm going to take a shower now too."

Giving her an inquisitive look Jack just smiled saying, "Sure baby, get clean so I can get you dirty again!" She closed the bathroom door and he heard the lock click. 

When Jesse got out of the steaming bathroom she saw Jack sitting at the one small table eating noodles. "Yours is right here." He said motioning to a take out box. 

His eyes roamed over her lithe form, wet hair plastered to her supple neck, dark curls framing her ample cleavage. She wore a loose fitting shirt that clung to her firm young breasts, and pajama pants with skulls and cross bones hung loose, hiding her shapely legs and ass.

She sat down to eat and they talked, all through the conversation Jack got more, and more nervous. She was just the type of girl he wanted, they had many shared interests, but why did she act so odd? 

After dinner jack sat next to her on the edge of the bed, kissing her, rubbing her shoulders, and neck. She moaned and leaned against his chest, looking upside down at him. He leaned over and kissed her, lips roaming down her neck, and into her warm soft cleavage. 

Pulling up her shirt he took her firm breasts in his mouth one by one, sucking hard brown nipples. Jesse moaned against him, her breath hot on his stomach, she pulled away when he started to lick down her stomach, and he sat up. "What's wrong Jesse? Do you regret what we did earlier?" 

"No! Not at all!" she was quick to respond, looking at him with pleading eyes. "I really like you Jack, but I'm afraid you won't like me."

"What are you taking about?" he said perplexed, "Of course I like you!"

Looking up with big eyes she said, "I have a secret that I don't want to tell you because I don't think you'll still like me if I do."

"Oh baby, don't worry about it, whatever it is I'm sure it's fine." He said kissing her again. She kissed him back, and after he pulled back she climbed up on the bed, lying on her stomach and tilting up her round ass in a desultory position that left no room for interpretation. 

Jack leaned over her, kissing her neck, and pulling at her pants. She kept her legs together as he slid her jeans down and gazed at her beautiful round ass for the first time. With his cock throbbing he leaned over, and kissed her slowly on her lower back, kissing down her to the sensual cleft of her pert ass.

His tongue trailed down farther, tasting her clean wet skin, rimming her tight ass hole, as he licked her he noticed how pink her tight little ass hole was, she must have had it bleached, he thought. Then as he went to lift her up she said "Stick it in my ass baby, I want to feel your big had cock in my ass so bad!"

Without replying he let his saliva drip down onto her and slowly pushed his cock into the tight wet hole. She squeezed around him tighter than anything he had ever felt before, and after only a few thrusts inside her amazingly tight hot ass he felt the orgasm building, and started to pull out. She reached back, grabbing his hips and held him in place as his hot cum shot out, filling her ass and dripping down around his quivering shaft. 

"Sorry baby, you are too good, I didn't mean to cum so fast!" Jack said sheepishly.

"It's ok baby; I loved it!" 

Jesse reassured him, and as she lay there jack started to work his hand under her again, she stopped him with her smaller hand, and he said, "It's ok baby just let me see, do you have scars or something?" 

"No." She replied and sighed, "I guess you had to find out sooner or later, but first just know that I think I am falling in love with you Jack, and it scares the hell out of me how fast it happened." Then she rolled over on her back and looked into his eyes.

Jacked looked from her beautiful face, with that sad expression, down to her perky breasts, and flat stomach, to her curving hips, and there was her secret.

Jack looked at her, and his blank expression slowly changed to a smile, and with big surprised eyes Jesse watched him lean down, and place his lips over the head of her small hard cock! He sucked her into his mouth; down to the base he drew her in, one hand cupping her smooth hairless balls, the other cupping her large firm breast. 

Amazed by his reaction, Jesse moaned, and lay back while Jack devoured her bringing her to orgasm within minutes. As she convulsed, hot cum spraying out of her small hard cock, Jack swallowed. Sucking the tip of her cock until her balls twitched and the gush of sticky cum slowed to a trickle and stopped.

"I can't believe you just did that Jack!" she purred in a husky voice, smiling down at him. 

"I told you it would be ok baby." He smiled at her, resting his cheek against her soft silky balls. 

"I had no idea you were into that sort of thing." She whispered

"Neither did I." He replied, licking her smooth balls afterward. 

She giggled, and then looking down at him she said, "What do you mean?"

"I've never done anything like this before." He said, kissing her balls again.

"You mean you've never been with a TG girl? "She inquired

"No." he answered her; "I never have, until now." Then fell back to licking her. 

She looked down at him, and said, "Do you still like me?" Her breath catching in her throat when his tongue wrapped around her balls again. 

"What do you think?" he replied, sitting up and straddling her hips. 

Jesse watched as Jack lowered himself down onto her, rubbing his cock against hers. "Yours is bigger." She whispered looking at their cocks together in his hand as he stroked them both. 

"Yours is perfect baby, it's beautiful!" he said in gasps as he guided the head of her hard on between his ass cheeks, and rubbed its slippery smoothness against his ass hole. 

As her cock slowly penetrated his tight ass he groaned, and she asked, "Is this the first time you've had a dick in your ass baby?"

"Can't you tell?" He answered as he stretched around her hard cock, taking her all the way in.

She said, "God it must be, oh baby you are so tight, I'm cumming!" Her hot cum filled him. His ass squeezed convulsively as she shot inside him, and the quiver rocked through him in a wave of ecstatic heat, making his cock swell, and twitch, and suddenly his balls let loose a spray of hot cum on her stomach. 

"Wow!" He sighed, grinding his hips down on her throbbing, spurting cock. 

"That was amazing Jesse!" he moaned quietly, "You are the best I ever had! Will you marry me?" 

Laughing loudly Jesse grabbed his hips, and lay her face against his stomach, "Maybe we should wait for that, until I know your last name?"

"Ok baby." He said holding her head and neck, hands running through her long hair. Stroking her neck his cock swelled hard against her, and sliding off, he lay over her missionary style, lifted up her hips, and slid into her tight, waiting ass. 

Stroking her cock as he pumped his thick member deep inside her, slamming hard and fast, Jesse screamed in pleasure, clawing at the sheets. He turned her on her side with his dick still buried in her tight ass, and leaned down to suck at her nipple while he stroked her and fucked her hard. 




The Girl



Her tight ass got even tighter as she convulsed around his shaft, quivering. Cum shot in a hot frothy spray out of her throbbing cock as Jacks massive dick brought her to an anal orgasm. 

His over worked balls were tight and empty, letting him fully enjoy her tender flesh without fear of coming too soon. After ward Jesse lay in the bed and stared at him, eyes big. "Jack no one has ever been so deep inside me before, or made me cum so hard!"

"Did you like it?" He said with a smile.

"Oh god yes!" she nearly yelled, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his waist. 

Jack leaned down, and kissed the top of her head, his cock still deep inside her. "Good." He whispered in her ear. "So did I." They lay together in the afterglow, and there were no more secrets.



The Girl



I don't know what drew me to her. It was just this overwhelming attraction to her that exploded inside me. It could have been the clashing of her tan caramel skin with her light blonde hair. The fact that she left her eyebrows with their natural dark brown coloring, added more beauty to her unforgiving looks. Her body was a magnificent road with curves in all the right places. All I knew is that I wanted her, but I am a woman and she may be into men. 

It was closing time and she was the only person left, I stood at the door waiting for her to leave so I could go to bed and see her again tomorrow. She stood up, walked towards the door and stood face to face with me. So close that I could smell the sweet minty flavor of the gum she had just thrown out. I paused in my tracks with my hand on the doorknob, not knowing what was coming next. She looked up at me with shy eyes that had a burning fire behind them and bit her lip in a flirty way. I dropped my bag, grabbed her head and pulled it towards me. Her red lipstick lips touched mine with a jolt of electricity. Her lips were soft and she put her tongue into my mouth. I couldn't help myself anymore, I put my hands on her big ass and picked her up. She wrapped her smooth legs around my waist as I push her body against the door frame. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me frantically. I ran my hands through her hair as our tongues fought the battle of desire. She pulled away from me with a slight nod and whispered... I want you. 

I excitedly started kissing her again and our saliva became one. I pull away and start nuzzling her neck. Tiny goose bumps started forming on her smooth tan skin. I kissed her neck and pulled up her midriff baring shirt. The hard nipples on her perky b cup chest grazed the shirt as I pulled it off. I grabbed her soft natural breast and licked her nipple. She tasted sweet and her nipples were like butterscotch kisses.I looked up at her and carried her to a near by desk. I put my right arm around the arch of her back and held her close. She moaned as my wet tongue licked her areola and gently sucked on the peak of her rounded mountains. I kept my attention on her chest as my left hand made its way down her perfect body. I felt the satin of her chest, and the tightness in her stomach. I felt the millions of goose bumps on her leg as she unbuttoned her jean shorts. I pulled them off and gaze at her ridiculous body. 

I pulled off my shirt and bra as she kept her legs wrapped around me. She pulls my head in close and started kissing me passionately. Our tongues did the dance of passion as I held her thick hips. I pulled away and pushed her hair back as I started kissing her all over her shoulders and chest. She leaned back as my hand touched her wet vagina. She started moaning as my hand explored her. I stopped kissing her body and went down to see her shaven pink pussy. I held her hips as my tongue joined in the exploration. Her hands went through my hair and she moaned louder. I paid special attention to her clitoris as I licked her delicious vagina. Her hips started to rock forward as her grip on me got tighter. I consumed her as she yelled... fuck, fuck...fuck. Just as she finished saying the last word her body trembled and she moaned. 

She pulled my head up and kissed me once again. I put my hand on the side of her face and her charcoal brown eyes stare at me as she unbuttoned my pants. I pulled them off and lay her gently on the hard, linoleum floor. Her medium length wavy hair fanned out around her head. I held my self over her body as her nipples erected once again, this time from the cold floor. Our nipples grazed and my black hair dangled down as I stared at her. She touched my face and brushed my hair back as she pulled me down. We kissed and wildly touched each others bodies. I sat up between her legs and put her right leg under my left leg. I leaned back a little and our wet vaginas touched for the very first time. I put her left leg on my shoulder and started rocking my hips. I became high off the pure ecstasy. She propped herself up on one elbow as her hair cascaded down to one side of her head. Her hips mimicked mine and we both started moaning. Our hips continued on the rhythmic path to climax. Our hips got faster our moans got louder but our stares remained. I held her head as we reach our limits. Orgasms rocked both of our bodies like an earthquake. Our bodies went limp and we fell to the now warm floor tiles beneath us. I closed my eyes as tried to catch my breath. I hear her say my name but when I opened my eyes it was gone. I was no longer on the floor. I was fully dressed, standing at the door waiting for her to leave. It was merely a dream...



The Girl, a CD & Me



It all started out so innocently, I went out to the mall with a few friends of mine from college. We were going to the local mall to listen to some music, maybe pick up a few CDs or something. I didn’t know. I just thought that something might be interesting to me. I wasn’t really looking at anything to buy. Just to browse, if you know what I mean.

There was this really cute salesgirl that happened to catch my eye. I don’t really know if she was interested in me at all, but I did my best to try and capture her eye. 

Still nothing, so sadly enough, I went over to the stacks and picked out some CD’s that I thought that I might like, and went over to the desk to pay for the things.

There was a line of course, so I backed out, thinking that I might be able to wait until the line was going lower or something… really I don’t know what it was that I was thinking, just something thqat made me think of backing out.

“Oh excuse me.”

I turned and looked over at the voice that had spoken up behind me. It was a girl that I knew from school, Monique or something. “Oh, its all right, are you ok?”

She smiled at me, “Yeah, I’m fine.” She extended her hand out to me. 

I was proven right on my assumption as she told me her name. “My name’s Monique. You’re Josh right?”

“Yeah.” Part of me was surprised that she knew me. “Um, I hate to ask this, but how do you know me?”

Monique laughed, and it sounded like a flock of bits had just taken into flight, it was beautiful. She was wearing a black leather jacket, I guessed with something airbrushed on it, I couldn’t really tell you as she was facing in front of me and I didn’t really want her to stop. “I’ve seen you over in the library, and in the rec-room in the dorm.”

Now I felt like a total jackass as she was sitting here telling me that she was part of my dorm and I couldn’t really remember her. 

She must have seen the panicked look on my face. “It’s all right Josh.” She smoothed her hair away from her face. I could tell that she’d gone heavy on the eye shadow for some reason, but to me, she looked like the perfect Goth Princess.

“So what do you have in the bag?” She asked me pointing to the satchel that I had in my hand.

“Huh?” for a second, I lost all contact of what exactly it was that I was doing, and I wasn’t even sure of where I was, I had to look down at me hand to see what it was that she was talking about, once realization dawned on me, I felt really, really sheepish.

“Nothing to big, a little Insane Clown Posse, Whitefish, Marylyn Manson.”

She smiled at me, and looked deep into my eyes. “You do know that those are some of my favorite groups.”

This was too much. “You’re shitting on me.” 

“No really.” She gave me a smile, and walked me over to the check out counter. 

“But I’m not done shopping yet.” I stated, worriedly.

“Don’t worry, we’re just going to ask Tony over here to hold your purchases for us, right Tony?” She gave tony a great big smile and placed my bags behind the counter. 

“Not a problem Monique.”

“Come with me, Josh, there’s something else that I think that you’d like.” \

I started to ask her what, but she just pulled me into the stacks, so that we were carefully hidden behind a pile of CD’s.

She placed her lips on mine and pressed her tongue into my mouth. It felt so sweet, that I didn’t think that I’d ever had anything like that.

I heard her fiddling with her zipper and in a second that was undone, her plaid pants dropped to the floor, she was going commando, her red pubic hair peeked out from between her thighs.

Her hands started to work at my belt, sliding it open, and dropping my trousers in a second. My cock was already hard, but when she took it into ther hand and started to jack me off, that was just too much.

“Oh god Monique!” I gasped.

“Shh, wait a second lover.” Monique kissed my lips and suddenly jumped on top of me, in seconds she was riding my cock like a bull rider riding a bull. She bucked and shoved wildly, making me take all of my strength just to hold her up.

“Oh god.” I gasped; just that little bit of friction was going to make me blow my load. I felt myself spurt into her.

“Yes, yes, yeah. Good job lover.” Monique god off of me, zipped herself back up, and walked back to the counter, as if nothing had ever happened.

I slowly began to pull myself back together, and went up to the front desk. Surprisingly my purchases had already been paid for, the receipt containing something else as well, Monique’s number.



The Girl Across the Room



To say that I don't get out much would be the understatement of the century. I am resigned to that, even used to it.

Maria was with me for several years, she was a sweetheart but spent most days working around my apartment while I write.

The new nurse, Shelly, is much younger so she has piles of energy. Being cooped up for the 6 to 8 hours she is here several days each week seemed to get to her.

So we go for walks, if you can call it that. Even that is better now since the local government reworked the sidewalks at the end of each section from 6 inch dropoffs to little ramps.

They did that at the same time they put in the promenade by the river and converted about 6 older apartment blocks into units for people with various concerns that require care.

No more stopping and getting more or less dropped off the edge backwards, that used to be a real pain in the ass. The first year I was here, it was like no one even thought about what folks like me need. Back then, there were always cars to watch out for, more than once I was barely missed by someone who had somewhere to go and didn't look. Those are gone now since they closed the side streets.

Shelly is a coffee hound like me, I like mine black and mean, she drinks some fluffy looking thing with brown foam on the top of it, I have no idea what they are called.

Well, to get to the story, Shelly asked me if I wanted a coffee, which meant she wanted one, I knew that. Fine with me, I clicked off the screen so she knew I was ready to go.

It's only about 3 blocks to the little coffee shop that serves the complex I live in, and it's a pretty trip since the wide sidewalk looks over the river most of the way.

It was nice and warm out, one young couple walked by the other way holding hands, they smiled at us as they passed. Another older couple was sitting on one of the concrete benches looking out over the river at some boats going by, the lady had her head leaned over touching the man's shoulder, his arm around her.

One of those nice days out that a person can't help but like.

The automatic doors rolled open as we got there, I was surprised to see quite a line ahead of us, I guess others had the same idea.

John, the middle aged man with MS was there, he gave me his best version of a smile as I lifted one hand in greeting. John and I chat via email all the time, he has a hell of a time with the spelling. But he is smart as a whip, I get a kick out of his thoughts. Some of the ideas for my stories come from him, I doubt he could ever actually finish one himself and get it posted.

Shelly is his nurse, too, she has several of us as her charge and lives here in one of the upper apartments. It's nice because one push of a button and she is right here to see what we need.

I found a nice spot over by the wall where the sun would be on my back, rolling back until I felt the little bump as I touched the wall. I don't like the Sun directly in my face much. 

Shelly finally got to the head of the line and ordered. She carried the drinks to us, setting mine on my tray.

"Be careful, it's a bit hot, Dan."  She always says that, but then I am always careful. Of course the drinks aren't really that hot, staffing knows all about what that could do. John for instance keeps trying to drink his without the straw so he ends up with about half of it in his lap.

Shelly pulled up a chair and sat at the tiny table on my right, there are only a few tables in the coffee shop because most of us are from the complex and we have our own trays.

From where I sat, I could see out the far window across the river, there was some huge apartment buildings going in, men busy everywhere. I knew they would block off the view from here of the rest of the city that is scattered up the side of the far hillside, but I guess people need places to live.

I sipped my drink and looked around, a young woman came in and got into line. I noticed her, she was in her late 20's, the dress she wore had a puffy looking bodice that flowed down to a snug elastic waist, there was no hiding the curve of her fanny and the pretty brown legs visible below the hemline. The material was very thin, in deference to the warm day, and tracings of flowers all over it. It was obvious there was no bra or undergarment, the bodice hid and displayed her breasts at the same time, the hint of darkness of her nipples showed through the cloth in spots.

Pretty was the correct word. Exciting fits, too, I do have sensations right along.

She got her drink and looked around, then she walked over and sat at the little table directly across from me, perhaps a dozen feet away. 

She was beautiful, I was watching her closely. Partly because she really didn't fit around here, most of us have some issue or other going on. But we do get folks walking the promenade, especially on nice days. There is even a couple of black kids with little bikes that tear around and raise hell, bikes aren't allowed on the promenade but nobody ever says anything, they are good kids. They live with their Mom who lost both arms in an accident somehow. She yells at them if they get too rambuncious, like I said, good little kids, they mind when she yells.

Hell, I would too. No arms be damned, she is a bit imposing.

I like it here better than the farm home at the coast, it's easier to get around and more to see. I sometimes even get up and try to walk since the porch is level with the walkway, no irregular ground to trip on. I make it a dozen steps or so before I have to stop. I couldn't really do that at the coast.

As you can see, my thoughts take off in different directions all the time, way it is.

The pretty woman sat, reached down and hiked the hem of her dress up to about halfway up her thighs, then she extended one leg like she was absentmindedly stretching. The sun shining in from behind me put her legs and part of her dress in almost a spotlight from my angle.

I glanced over at Shelly, she was watching, too. The woman's pose appeared accidental but she was showing off a lot of leg, so far up that another few inches and we would both have a view of her underwear.

I felt the familiar tingling in my loins, the lady looked a bit on the hot side, no doubt about that.

"Hey, check that out!" Shelly leaned in to me with a giggle. Shelly has read some of my writings, and like all of the nurses, she takes care of things for me from time to time, knowing I cannot. They all do of course, that might come as a surprise to some but it is simply part of the job.

And reading my work, she knows that inside I have a deep sexual side, more towards the emotional and voyeuristic than many.

So of course she knew I would be getting a kick out of the display, the truth be known I was thinking that Shelly was getting a kick out of it too. I had long since noticed she never mentioned a boyfriend. Odd since she seems to really delight in helping me with the more personal needs.

The woman sat like that for several minutes, she glanced at us from time to time. I smiled at her and was rewarded with a coy smile in return. Then she got up, stepped to the counter and ordered another drink. The shop was clearing out a little, there was just a half dozen of us in there now.

Getting the drink, the woman walked back to the same chair and sat down, reaching down again to slip the hem of her dress up, doing that odd little leg stretch.

The dress was higher this time, the sunlight shined on her bare legs, now visible nearly all the way to the top. The shadow from the table placed her crotch in the dark. I watched as she parted her knees a few inches, then a few more, sipping her drink.


I gave her another smile, she smiled back. Shelly was being very quiet, just sitting there.

Then the woman put her feet flat on the floor and seemed to lift up with first one hip, then the other, scooting herself forward in her chair. Each motion caused the edge of the sunlight to creep higher until she was sitting almost leaning back slightly. The sunlight now struck the cloth bunched at her waist.

By now I was sipping furiously, this was one of those situations a person sees only in fantasy.

"Want another, Dan?" I heard Shelly ask. I looked over at her, she was grinning ear to ear. I lifted my hand to signal yes, Shelly got up and moved to the counter. I turned my attention back to the woman sitting across from us.

She moved her right hand down to her hip, smoothed the cloth, then did the same thing on the other side. All natural motions it seemed, but this lifted and pulled the cloth tightly across the top of her thighs.

I could now see traces of pubic hair, it was the same brown color as her shortly cropped curls on her head. Another smile, lips a bit pursed this time, then she glanced away. Her legs parted a bit more, then a bit more.

Agonizingly slow. Then again she lifted first one hip, then the other, walking her butt cheeks forward on the chair. She picked up her drink and sipped, looked directly at me and let her legs fall open.

I stared, her pussy came completely into view, I could see the engorged clit sticking out, shiny and wet looking. Her labia folds were puffy and large. I could even see the little tuft of her pubic hair above her slit, the upward curls of the few hairs there. This lady was an exhibitionist and was loving displaying herself to me.

Just then Shelly came back and sat my drink down.

"Be careful, it's hot." she said like always. She sat in the chair, then looked over at the lady.

"Oh, my!" Escaped her lips, then she fell quiet.

We sat like that in silence for a solid 10 minutes, then the lady finished her drink, got up and left.

I looked at Shelly, the expression on her face was priceless.

"I bet you liked that!" She grinned.

I lifted my hand in acknowledgement, grinning back.

We headed back to the apartment, taking our time and enjoying the day. Normally Shelly would point out things to see for me although I do see just fine. Instead she was quiet. I was wondering what she was thinking.

We got inside, I tapped the button on my computer, Shelly went into the other room, she was only gone a few moments. She had on her tank top and shorts when she came back out, carrying a small towel and a little metal pan of warm water.

"Like a bath, Dan?" She had a silly smile on her face.

I knew what that meant.

I lifted my hand, smiled back.

I think I will love having Shelly around.

MGM