0 comments/ 41617 views/ 18 favorites Warehouse 13; Stone Bonner Ch. 01 By: thepleasuremachine "Hah, look at this little guy! I think he likes you, Mykah." Pete held up the little stone figurine of a tribal man, hunched over and grabbing his oversized erection. "Oh," exclaimed Mykah, staring rather blankly at the rough stone figurine. "I think I'll keep him for the heck of it," said Pete, pocketing the figure. As soon as it was out of sight Mykah seemed to recover a bit. With cheeks slightly flushed, she stammered out a quick, breathless retort. "Yeah, well...at least he knows what to do with it." Realizing what she had said, she pushed on quickly. "Well, it looks like this might be what's causing all the problems here." She held up a dark, ancient plate, with hands protected by the very obvious purple neutralizing gloves. Pete and Mykah were in an old museum, disused and forgotten by the sleepy town it was in. Artie had sent them in to recover an artifact that was causing people in the town to literally eat themselves to death. Pete dropped the plate into the containment bag. "Now fattyville will have to hit the gym." "Hmmm," Mykah responded off-hand. Her mind was running away, thinking about Pete working out. She shook her head, as if to clear it. "Ew!" "I know, right? Fatties--yegh! Let's get this blue plate special on back to Artie. Speaking of which, I'm hungry. I could eat. How about you?" "You could eat me." Mykah's eyes went round as she realized what she had said. Luckily, her back was turned to Pete as they were making their way out. She quickly played it off without pausing. "Hah, yeah! Well--wait, what?" Pete stammered, latching on to what was just said. "Nothing, let's go!" Mykah could almost hear Pete's mind cooking up a snarky retort. "Did you just say I could ea--" "No!" "Alright," Pete opened the door for Mykah. "I'm thinking fish tacos sound A-mazing. Yep!" He grinned as she shot him an icy glare in passing. They made their way back to the warehouse after a boring flight. Mykah had been struggling with her thoughts the whole way, which were becoming increasingly perverse. She had decided it was best not to say much, until she could get back to Lena's, draw a hot bath, and work out this tension. The thought kept making her wet, and she'd wondered if Pete had slipped her some type of lady Viagra, as a joke. That would be just like him to do that, she thought. "Hey Artie, we brought you a collector's plate," Pete said jokingly, as they entered into the warehouse office. Artie was sitting at his desk, fiddling with the ancient looking computer. Claudia sat across the room, working on one of her machines. "You know what to do," Artie stated in his normal, non-interested tone of voice, while pointing at the warehouse door behind him. "Yes, massah!" Pete shambled toward the door. "Oh, hold up, I have to grab something out there. I'll come with," said Claudia. "Let's do it!" Pete said, opening up the door and following Claudia in. Pete's comment stirred a storm of naughty mental images in Mykah's head, and she felt another urge to get home. It was getting worse. Lost in thought, she wondered if she'd even make it to the bath, possibly forcing her to bust out her plastic 'friend' as soon as she got in the room. Artie looked up at her, as she was running all of this through her mind. "Are you okay?" "Hm? Oh...yeah, thanks. I just need to get home and take care of something." "If you need any help, let me know. I can always give you a ride." Another storm of mental images nearly caused her to collapse. "I could use a blowjob." Mykah stopped and gasped, shaking her head. "WHAT?!" she responded, eyes wide. Artie had a momentary look of confusion on his face, as he looked up at her. "I said, you did a good job." "Oh! Well, thanks." Mykah's eyes were far off as she was wrestling with her thoughts. "I want to feel your breasts," Artie stated. "Ex-excuse me?!" "I'm saying that you look like you could use a rest. Be it far from me to tell you--" "I think you're right." As soon as she could, she turned and practically ran out to the car, yelling, "Thanks, Artie!" Artie sighed, shook his head and went back to his computer. ----- "She said what?" Claudia walked next to Pete, down the endless aisles of the warehouse. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Pete said. "Has she been acting weird at all, lately?" "Um, no more than her usual, anal self." "She is wound pretty tight. I think she just got me pretty good. I see she's playing dirty now. No more Mr. nice Pete. Oh, speaking of dirty, look what I found at the last place we were at." Pete fished the stone figurine from his pocket, and held it out for Claudia to see. "I'm calling him Bonner. Heh, get it? It's like boner--Claudia?" Claudia was staring at the figurine, in a daze. "Sheesh, you and Mykah. It's like you've never seen a stone willy before." "...It's...amazing!" Claudia exclaimed, snatching it up with a fascinated expression. "That's a big cock you have there, Bonner," she cooed. Hearing claudia talk like that caused Pete's cock to stir and get hard. He was kind of ashamed of himself, but then he realized he wasn't just hard, he was the hardest he'd ever been. He felt like he was going to explode. He turned quickly, so Claudia couldn't see his bulge, and looked down to find his erection going down his leg a ways. He reached down to feel what was going on. His cock was just above normal size, regularly, but it was already halfway down his thigh, in his pants. Before he could react, Claudia peeked around him curiously, catching sight of what had his attention. Pete had grown lightheaded, swaying a bit. He had also noticed that he felt really hot, like someone had turned up the thermostat. That's funny, he thought, Artie wouldn't turn the heat on, he's too stingy to pay the extra expense to heat the warehouse above the climate controlled system. "Oooh," Claudia fell to her knees in front of Pete, her mind instantly flooded with ideas of what was in Pete's slacks. Her pussy was on fire, and she was squirming just to touch it. She had always harbored a secret crush on Pete, and had had a few interesting fantasies about him, in the past. It seemed like all of those fantasies had just resurfaced, and magnified in intensity a hundred times over. There was a small part of her mind that was wondering what the hell was going on, but it was soon quashed by the massive state of arousal she was in. She wanted him. She needed him. She smiled, not taking her eyes off of the monster in his pants. "Are they filming anaconda, part three in your pants?" She leaned forward, placing her hot mouth over the obvious outline of his cock head, straining against the fabric of his pants. She flicked her tongue, trying hard to taste it through the material, soaking it thoroughly. She started sucking lightly, causing Pete to jerk back to a slight awareness of what was happening. "I uh...have to go, like now!" with a strangled noise, Pete turned and ran off, back to the office on his way out to Lena's to find out what was happening to the most important part of his body. Claudia's mind was still racing with unsatisfied thoughts of what was hiding in those pants, and she couldn't help but reach down and rub herself lightly, through her jeans. "Just you and me, Bonner." Claudia looked down at the stone figure in the palm of her hand. "Let's head up to the bathroom and rub one out." Claudia made her way back to the office. When she arrived, she absent mindedly put Bonner on a table, and went into the bathroom. Artie was still typing away at his computer, mumbling to himself. After a few minutes, he thought he heard a voice from the bathroom. He listened and didn't hear anything for a moment, and went back to typing, not one to eavesdrop on people in the bathroom. "Uhhhhn!" That was definitely a moan, he thought. He'd have to casually suggest that Lena introduce more fiber into their food, at the bed and breakfast. "Yes!" Artie looked up, an idea slowly firing to life behind his glasses. No, she couldn't possibly be doing tha-- "Uhnnn, fuck!" Artie couldn't help it, he was fully hard, and slowly made his way to the bathroom. On the way, he absent-mindedly touched the little stone statue with a hand, just randomly, without realizing it. Jeez, I'm a big pervert, he thought to himself, standing near the door. Images of Claudia spread open, furiously rubbing her clit came to mind, among dozens of other lewd thoughts. He noticed his cock was not only hard, it was painfully hard. "What the hell?" He looked down to find the outline of his erection about three times the size it normally was. Artie, being the curious type, undid his pants in a rush to get to the bottom of this. He nearly fainted when the enormous flesh beast sprang free from the confines of his underwear. It was huge, and thick all around. It had to have been over a foot long, and thicker than a maglite flashlight. His mouth dropped, and he had a comical look of confusion on his face. As he stared, the door opened up and Claudia, flushed and breathless, with her shirt hanging open and her pants button undone, stopped cold. There was a moment of stunned silence, and then both Claudia and Artie looked down at Artie's fully erect cock, which pointed directly at Claudia's stomach. "I-I-I-I can explain, uhhh..." Artie scratched his head and tried to pull his pants back up, as he shuffled back to his computer. The enormous blasted thing would not go back into his underwear. "So, when did I start working at a sausage factory? Two in one day? What is a girl to do?" Claudia grinned wolfishly, but was still flushed and out of breath. Her attempts to get off in the bathroom only caused the need to be satisfied to increase. She had decided to go out and find some bumpkin South Dakota townie to fuck. This, however, was unexpected and irresistable. She had another moment of inner conflict, as that part of her mind wanted to remind her that Artie was like a chubby father figure, and was rather gross to think of in this way. However, that small part of her mind was quashed rather quickly, as her mind and body reacted to the large member hanging before her. "I, uh--I'm sorry, Claudia. Please forgive me. I'm was checking something, and then--" "Whoa, Artie, it's cool. I understand. You were listening at the door like a dirty old perv, and I turned you on." Claudia smiled again, slowly walking up to Artie, who was still struggling to get his underwear over the monster. "What? No, I-I--" "What were you thinking about, you dirty old man? Was it how I was trying to get off in the bathroom?" "You--wait now, I don't think that's--" She leaned over Artie in his chair, wrapping a hand just barely around the middle of his shaft, feeling it throb and jump. "Want to see what I was thinking about? When's the last time a hot little assistant grabbed you like this, huh?" She smiled again. Her touch was like music to his body, and he couldn't fight the urges flooding through his mind. He caved in to his screaming desire. "Get down on your knees, Claudia." The command sent shivers down her spine, and her pussy tingled with excitment as she obeyed, kneeling between his legs. "Now stroke it, you..." This kind of thing was new to Artie, and he struggled to come up with a dirty name to call her, in the heat of the moment. "...Cock tease." Claudia felt the last bit of control she had break away, and she moaned and started to slowly stroke the thick pole in her hand, while she rubbed herself with her other hand. She started slowly, eyes glued to the enormous monster. She bit her lip as the fingers of her other hand danced over her sensitive clit. She felt she was making better progress than her attempt in the bathroom, but wasn't quite feeling satisfied, yet. She saw that pre-cum had already started leaking from the tip, profusely, and had already run down to cover her hand, which was driving her crazy, and helping her now faster paced stroking. The sound it was making was dirty, and it excited her. Artie was enjoying the sight of the young assistant, with her small hand wrapped around his new found behemoth. He knew she was rubbing herself furiously, and relished the look of wanton sexual desire on her face. He somehow knew that whatever he told her to do, she'd do it. He had a feeling that she was his to command in any way he wanted. Another idea came to light in his eyes. "You love stroking that cock, don't you?" "Yes, Artie." Her lips were parted as she was panting with the effort to jack him off, and Artie was mesmerized by those glossed lips, and soft pink tongue he was catching a peek of. "Claudia, I want you to suck my cock." "Fuck yes, Artie." Claudia leaned forward, her mouth opened wide to engulf the whole head. Those glossed lips stretched obscenely around the top of Artie's shaft, and he felt her tongue swirl around the tip of his dick. Claudia wasn't able to take much more than that, at first, but slowly made a little more progress. She would occasionally slide her lips down about six inches, before gagging and going back to sucking the tip. She had tears in her eyes from the effort, but she was lost in the act, and her face was flush. Artie was enjoying the sound of her mouth slurping, as she sucked and licked. He was in heaven, feeling that hot mouth and throat. He was looking her in the eyes as she worked half of his cock with her mouth. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her down a little further, causing an instant gag, as she resurfaced for air. He felt her reach up with her other hand, coated in her juices, and grip the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her mouth. "Lick my balls, you dirty little whore" "Mmm" Claudia moaned on his cock, sending a shiver through him as she pulled off and started licking his huge balls. she was licking around, barely able to take a testicle in her mouth, because of the size. After a bit, she went back to slurping and moaning loudly, with his cock firmly replanted in her mouth. "You think you're so smart, don't you, brat?" Claudia nodded and moaned, looking up at him. "Well, I guess I'll have to put you in your place, you little cock tease." Artie could smell her pussy, as her hand was gripped at the base of his shaft. He thought it was that sweet smell that may have brought him off. It started as a tingling in his feet and hands, and then he slowly started to feel a building up in his body. His shaft swelled up, causing Claudia's eyes to go wide as she felt the already huge cock swell to an alarming size. The build up raised to an amazing, explosive rush, tightening his chest and stomach as he groaned. It just hung there, causing him to teeter on the edge of orgasm, searing his mind in an overload of pleasure Claudia, who had been lost in ecstasy, knew what was coming, and felt her own orgasm starting. It was going to be huge. Just as she was feeling it crest, causing her to whimper and grunt with Artie's cock in her mouth, she heard Artie scream and buck. His cock jerked and she felt it shoot cum into the back of her throat. It was a stream that lasted a couple seconds straight, and the amount instantly filled her mouth and throat up, before she could swallow, causing it to squirt out of her nose. Her eyes were rolled up in her head as her orgasm rocked her body, and she was trying to swallow, but ended up being forced off of Artie's cock from the force of the second stream of cum. It splashed out of her mouth, and ran down her neck. The next long blast hosed her nose and cheeks, running down her open shirt, onto her bra. Artie kept spasming, enjoying hosing down the smartass little brat in front of him. He aimed his cock, so that her whole face and short hair were covered. He was nearly blacking out as the seventh spurt continued to hose her down. It slowly faded, and Claudia slumped to the ground, out of breath, and drenched in hot cum. She was twitching and breathing heavily, her mouth full of jizz as she spasmed. After a while, she felt like she was returning to her senses. Artie was looking down at her, as he too was just realizing what happpened. They looked at eachother for a moment, and both uttered comically, "Crap." (continued in chapter 2) Warehouse 13; Stone Bonner Ch. 02 Lena was gone, and Mykah was thankful for that. She rushed upstairs, got in her room, and pushed down her jeans to her knees. She reached underneath her thong, feeling the short hairs from her perfectly trimmed landing strip under her fingers as she moved them down to her pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." She found her pussy had soaked her thong, and she pushed them down to her knees as she sat down near the corner of the bed, leaning back. She spread herself open, and her fingers became coated with her own juices. She rubbed her clit, moaning in her throat, and watching herself in the full mirror across the room. She was so turned on, but something was wrong, or missing. She wasn't getting off. She groaned frustratedly. Just then, she heard the front door slam, and swore to herself. The sounds of footsteps were heard, running up the stairs. It had to be Pete. Just the thought caused her to start rubbing again. After a moment, she decided she needed the bath, since this wasn't working. What she didn't realize, was that she had never closed her door all the way, and Pete, who was running by, had stopped, catching a glimpse of something...interesting. He stood in shock, getting a full view of Mykah, with her pants down and her knees spread wide. Her fingers alternating between rubbing her clit, and delving rapidly into her glistening pussy, leaving her fingers wet with her juices. She had a very tight looking pussy that was spread open and inviting. He noticed she had a neatly trimmed landing strip, thin and nicely done, just above her pussy. It was dark, like her brunette hair. Oh fuck, he thought to himself. He was feeling an urge so strong, he couldn't even think. After that run in with Claudia, he couldn't stop thinking about getting off, and was going to just go to his room, trying to figure out what the hell was going on...and you know, maybe see what it could do. Mykah stood and turned, her backside to the partially open door. She bent over the edge of the bed, to reach her towel, which was draped on the far side of the bed. Her ass was amazing, and totally spread open. Her pussy was pink, and pouting, and her little asshole made him lose it right then and there. As mykah was bent over, Pete came in, his now released cock in hand, and walked up behind Mykah, pushing her down on the bed. "What the fuck?" she yelled. "Mykah, I need to fuck you." Pete held her down and placed his hard shaft in the crack of her ass, pumping his hips, so that his cock slid up and down, between her smooth ass cheeks. He had rubbed back and forther a few times before she caught her breath. "Stop, Pete! We can't do this. It's--ungh, not right--oohhh!" Pete was ignoring her, and had taken the head of his fully engorged cock, and rubbed it against her pussy. "You're so wet, Mykah. I've wanted to do this for a while, but you're always such an uptight prude." "Stop, Pete! we can't! Mmm, yes...No! This can't happen. I'll tell Artie!" "Relax, buzz kill, I know you want it. You're a tease; always wearing those little thongs. When's the last time you've been fucked by a real cock? That plastic thing over there does not count." Pete nodded his head toward the nightstand drawer that concealed 'Mr. plastic'. "How did you know about that?" "C'mon, these walls are paper thing. It's not like i can't hear that thing go off every night, it's like a lawn mower! Every night I have to hear that thing, and your muffled moans. Sometimes I'll stroke one out while I listen to you." "Let me up and we'll talk, pete." "Hmmm, no. I'm going to do us both a favor, and fuck you like crazy. You can talk, though. Tell me how much you want to be my slut, and how you love my cock. Oh, and you can call me big daddy. Yeah, that sounds dirty." "I...," mykah felt a flood of pleasure wash over her when he gave her instructions. "I want to be...your-your little slut, big daddy." "Okay, then." Pete pushed the head of his cock into Mykah's pussy, and kept pushing, watching almost the entire length sink in. Her pussy was stretched around his cock tightly, near the base. She was laying flat on her stomach, her legs loosely together as he invaded her. "UUUUUGH! PETE!" "Fuck, you're tight." Mykah groaned and bucked on his cock, burried deeply inside her. Pete slowly pulled out, watching her pussy grip him the whole way, leaving his cock shiny and wet. "Fuck me like the slut I am, Pete." "Can do!" Pete pushed in and started fucking in and out of her, picking up the pace. Soon, his enlarged balls were slapping against her ass, and she was screaming his name. It looked obscene with her pussy wrapped tightly around him, as he pushed in, and pulled out. "Oh fuck me fuck me, yes! I love your cock, Pete. i'm going to cum all over it!" He spread her ass open, and watched the show. "You're going to do this more often from now on. I will fuck you whenever I want. Got it?" "I'm your whore, and I'll do anything you want." He felt her whimper, and she stiffened and spasmed. "Oh, is someone about to get off?" She screamed and flopped around in her throes, and then he felt her pussy start milking him hard. "Holy shit, Mykah! I'm--oh..." Mykah was whimpering and grunting like an animal, humping her hips back at him, taking his entire length over and over again. Her thighs were trembling visibly. He felt the most powerful build-up to an orgasm, that he'd ever felt, starting in his chest. Pete pushed deeply into Mykah, and just stayed there, his mind going bright white with his impending orgasm. It felt like an eternity that he hung there, until eventually he groaned, feeling her pussy still milk him hotly. "Oh fuck, Mykah, I'm going to cum!" In response, Mykah just grunted and quivered underneath him, still riding out her own orgasm. Pete's chest tightened, and he started cumming deep inside Mykah's stretched pussy. He came so much, and in such force, that he could feel it fill her, and start squirting explosively from the tight seal of her lips stretched around his spasming shaft. "FUUUUCK!" He pulled out and watched in amazement as he shot solid blast after blast, all over Mykah's inflamed pussy and asshole. He aimed higher and shot streams of hot cum all over her back, and in her curly hair. He pulled her head back, by her hair, and turned her over, shoving the tip of his spewing cock into her mouth, and gave her another blast. She swallowed what she could, but couldn't keep up, and it pooled out of the corners of her mouth. Pete pulled out, and the last few blasts hit her face and drenched her hair before slacking up. A few moments later, they sat in the same position, frozen and panting. They looked at eachother, and both muttered, "Crap!" (continued in chapter 3) Warehouse 13; Stone Bonner Ch. 03 Both Artie and Claudia had cleaned up without speaking. They were both internally coming to grips with what happened. Quite a few times, Artie had comically opened his mouth to say something, holding his hand up, before closing it and continuing with what he was doing. Claudia decided to head back to Lena's, and Artie figured it would be better if he stayed at the warehouse, to think. The same thing was happening at Lena's, as Pete and Mykah had gone to their rooms, and shut the doors without saying a word. The next day, Mykah woke up extremely early, and snuck out to the warehouse alone. As she walked in, she let out a gasp, momentarily startled by Artie asleep on the couch. He must have had a late night, she thought to herself. She wanted to look something up in the warehouse database, and sat down at Artie's computer, flipping the monitor on quietly. As it flared to life, she saw something playing. It looked like a recording from the office security cam. It looked like...Claudia sucking Artie's huge cock! She gasped, and was mesmerized by the scene, instantly getting wet, and feeling the intense urge she had felt the day before, return in full force. She swore under her breath, but couldn't stop watching. When she saw Artie cum all over Claudia's innocent face, she could not fight the craving anymore. She snuck over to the couch, noting the nearly empty bottle of whiskey laying on the floor, near Artie's dangling arm. She needed a cock, and she needed it now, whether he was awake or not. Thinking about the awkwardness that ensued after her moment with Pete, she decided that asleep might be a better option, and honestly, the thought turned her on even more. Artie moaned and jerked in his sleep, which made Mykah freeze. She continued after a moment, kneeling down, and reaching under the plain brown sweater vest draped over him like a blanket. Oh shit, she thought, as her hand touched flesh. The dirty old pervert fell asleep with his cock out. She had no idea he had struggled to get it back into his pants, until the whiskey kicked in, and he just gave up. Her touch seemed to stir the monster like electricity. Mykah removed the sweater slowly, watching for any sign that he was waking. None. He seemed to be totally out. She turned back to the slowly rising cock, gripping it and stroking slowly. She could feel it growing harder in her slim hand, and she leaned over and took the tip in her mouth, licking around the head, and forcing herself down on it. She was going crazy, and started wantonly slurping on it, while she stroked the base with her hand. She could taste the pre-cum oozing from his cock, and lightly massaged his balls with her other hand. Mykah moaned softly as she worked on the cock. She stood, stripping off her track pants, and t-shirt she had thrown on quickly, before leaving Lena's. She wasn't wearing a thong or bra today, because she just felt like going commando, which was something she never did. Her nipples were hard, lightly tanned, and framed in cute little areolas. Her pussy was on fire, and she slowly stood on the couch, and turned, planting her feet on either side of Artie, her ass facing him, and slowly crouched. She grabbed Artie's saliva covered dick, and aimed it at her lowering pussy. She felt the tip penetrate her, and could feel her pussy stretching to fit the shaft, as she slowly lowered her ass. It felt like she was taking a light pole that never ended, but she soon got to the base, totally filled, and milked the dick with her cunt. She got to her knees, still impaled, and leaned forward, over his legs. She started lifting her hips up a few inches, and pushing back down. Her pussy made a few obscene noises, but she noticed her juices were drenching Artie's cock, which allowed her to slide up and down on the pole faster. Mykah groaned under her breath. "Oh Artie, your cock is so big. Fuck me!" She would occasionally stop and grind on it, relishing how it hit every spot she wanted it to. Mykah started working faster, letting out frustrated moans as she worked herself on Artie's dick like a slut. She heard Artie moan softly, and flinched as she felt one of his pudgy hands grope her ass. She checked and he was still asleep, but felt his fingers sleepily exploring her. She hoped no one barged in on her in this position, raping the sleeping Artie furiously. The wet sounds of her pussy lowering and lifting off of Artie's fat shaft filled the quiet room like an opera of naughty sound that just turned her on even more. She had one hand gripping Artie's balls, and could feel them tighten slightly, and his shaft swelling. Mykah could feel her orgasm starting, but suddenly felt one of Artie's chubby fingers poke into her ass. He was pushing it in deeply, and it drove her over the edge. It was such a dirty act. She had never let anyone get near her ass before. "Oh fuck, Artie, you dirty fucker!" She was slightly grinning as she worked her ass not only on Artie's finger, but his fat shaft, still burried deep inside her. "Ugh, I'm cumming on your cock!" Mykah felt Artie's cock stiffen and start hosing her insides with his seed. He seemed to cum like Pete had, and she would have noticed this, had she not been lost in her own powerful orgasm, twitching and milking the invading cock beneath her, with his finger pushed into her ass. Cum spurted out of the sides of the tight seal of her pussy stretched around Artie's shaft, drenching his own balls and filling her insides up completely. As if by instinct, she was able to get up, lean back over, and take him in her mouth again, tasting both of them. She caught another stream in her mouth, and swallowed, as she slurped up, and cleaned all of the cum off of his cock and balls, before replacing the sweater, dressing, and sneaking out. On her way out, she had noticed Bonner, and snatched him off of the table. She was going back to Lena's. (continued in chapter 4) Warehouse 13; Stone Bonner Ch. 04 Meanwhile, at Lena's, Pete had got up to use the bathroom. He ended up taking one of those semi-painful, 'after having sex all night' pisses. As he stood there, the events of the previous evening all came crashing in on him, in a rush. "Oh boy," he exclaimed. He was making his way back to his room when he noticed Claudia's door was open. He debated if he should peek in, considering what happened last time he had done that. "Ah, what the heck?" he tip-toed to the door and peeked in. There was Claudia, naked, on her stomach, completely asleep. "What are the odds of that?" Pete muttered to himself. He let his eyes follow the curves of Claudia's smooth body. Her ass was amazing, and he had been thinking about it now-and-then, since seeing her in a bikini at the pool, a few months prior. She adjusted a little, turning only slightly on the side facing him, and bringing a knee up to thigh height. this gave Pete a full view of her pussy and ass. "Oooh, Brazilian. Kids these days!" Her pussy was pink, and looked very small, but it was her perfect asshole that caught his eye. He needed to fuck that ass, possibly for its first time. He didn't even fight it this time, and slowly crept in. He had already lost his boxers at the door, and walked up to the sleeping Claudia. He gently pushed her back on her stomach, and slowly straddled her just below the ass. He spit on his cock and placed it in her crack, rubbing forward and back. He pushed her ass together, so it gripped his cock tighter as he fucked the crack of her ass. After a few moments he reached down and spread her ass, lubed his dick with more spit, and placed the head of his dick at her tight anus. Pete applied a little pressure, feeling her asshole give in the relaxed state of sleep. He felt her ass open up and when he eventually had the tip in, Claudia raised her head. "Artie?" she asked sleepily, and looked back to see Pete, straddling her with a huge cock between her legs. "Heya!" Pete saluted and pushed forward a bit more, getting a bit more than the tip of his cock in her ass. He felt Caudia's ass spasm around him, clenching him tightly. "Ow, Pete! My ass! What--not there!" "You'll be okay. I want your ass, Claudia, and I know you'll like it." She gripped her bed sheets in her hands as he pushed in further. "Oooooh fuck, Pete! take it out, take it out!" Pete ignored her and kept pushing, slowly getting inch by inch up her now obscenely stretched hole. Claudia was whimpering, and moaning in a high pitch. "Relax, and it goes in easier." Pete reached down and rubbed her clit, causing her to moan. He hadn't even finished saying it, before he felt her relax, and he pushed in as far as he could go. She was moaning now, and writhing. Pete pulled out a bit, and pushed back in. He continued to pick up a rhythm as Claudia lost herself. It was painful at first, but now she was actually getting off on this. She had never wanted to try anal sex before, and now she couldn't figure out why. "Fuck my ass! You like fucking my teen ass, Pete?" "Yes. It's so tight! You're so dirty. Look at you, taking my cock up your butt." "I love it!" He pounded into her, enjoying seeing her arch her back, and grind her hips back at him. "...Oh fuck, I think I'm going to cum, Pete!" Pete had been feeling his own orgasm starting up, and before she went over, he exploded in her ass, shooting cum inside her. It squirted out of the tight ring of her sphincter. As he was gushing cum in her, she was groaning, and twitching, squeezing his cock with her ass, as she came. This was her strongest orgasm, and she felt her little pussy squirt all over Pete's balls, as they slapped against it. She screamed as she lost her mind for a bit, and Pete pulled out, shooting a few jets of cum all over her back and hair. He ended up drenching her pillows and bedding with his jizz. The last few spurts he had, he pushed his cock into her hot, milking pussy, and filled her up there, as well. There was something about filling that little pussy with cum that almost made him just keep going. Her pussy was so tight he almost couldn't get his cock inside. After a few moments he collapsed on her, smelling her skin and hair, and their sex all over her. "Thanks, Claudia." "Mmm, you can fuck my ass anytime, Pete." "I knew you'd like it. I'll have to take Mykah's ass, too sometime." Claudia laughed at that, thinking that it would be good for Mykah's attitude if she had a cock up her ass. (continued in chapter 5) Warehouse 13; Stone Bonner Ch. 05 Artie woke up, and looked around, sitting up. "Uhg...," he gripped his pounding head. "No more drinking." He was annoyed to find his cock still hard, like it had just cum, and didn't even try to put it back in his pants again. As he was looking at it, some thoughts crashed back in on him, and a spark went off in the complex depths of his mind. "Oh boy." Artie rushed to the computer and started looking up information on artifacts with unusual sexual properties. As he scrolled through the list, his fears were confirmed. He was looking at an old, archived picture of a mini stone figurine, with a large boner. It appeared to be an ancient tribal fertility figurine. It caused irreversible physical changes, and desires for sexual gratification. Some reports stated that it caused women to respond to any male command. "Oh no." Artie remembered seeing the statue over on the-- "Oh no." It was gone. He had to warn Pete and Mykah before it got any worse. Artie grabbed the farnesworth, and called out to the matching device. "Oh...hey, Artie. Something I can do you--do FOR you?" Mykah's face crinkled between her brows, looking for the world like a kid caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. Artie, confused with her greeting, had a momentary fear that details about what had transpired between he and Claudia had been shared between the girls. He shook his head and plowed on through his fears. "Listen Mykah, there's a dangerous artifact that's gone missing. It's a little stone figure of a fertility god. Have you seen it?" "Yes, actually, I have it here. I picked it up when I...er, I mean, when--" "Listen, we need to neutralize it right away. The ramifications of that artifact getting loose are mind blowing." Artie noticed Mykah lick her lips near the end of that sentence. "You've been affected by it, haven't you?" "No, I-I just...well, maybe. What did you say it did?" "It alters males and females irreversably, and causes a strong sexual compulsion. We need to find everyone who's been affected by it. Round up the gang and bring them in." Artie saw Mykah's face go serious. "Okay, I'll take care of it." Mykah severed the farnesworth's connection, and got out of her car, just arriving back at the bed and breakfast. She grabbed the neutralizing bag from the trunk of the car, and jogged inside. Running up the stairs, she checked Pete's room, the door sitting slightly open. "Pete?" She heard something down the hall, and walked down to Claudia's room. The door was also slightly open, but the room was occupied. Calling out Claudia's name died on her lips as she spied the scene taking place before her eyes. She felt her pussy become instantly wet, seeing Claudia on her knees in front of Pete, sucking his cock. Mykah forgot what she had come there for as her hand snaked down, under her waistband, and she began rubbing her pussy. Claudia was gagging, slurping, and smacking on Pete's cock. "There you go Claudia, just keep sucking and maybe I'll fuck your ass again." Mykah gasped, thinking about the image that flashed in her head. Unfortunately, the gasp was a little bit louder than the wet, sloppy sounds of Claudia's mouth on Pete's dick, causing him to look toward the door, and catch her peeking in. "Well, who's the peeping tom now, Mykah? Come in here." Mykah felt the compulsion, and came inside. "Wait, Pete..." Mykah was trying to form coherent thoughts through the fog of her mind. "Artie said that the little stone statue is an Artifact that's affecting all of us." A light dawned behind Pete's eyes. "Oh, wow. Well, that definitely explains this." Pete pointed down at Claudia, still sucking his enlarged cock. Mykah realized that she still had her hand down her pants, rubbing her clit. She had to force herself to pull her hand out and grab the stone figure from her pocket. She opened the neutralizing bag, and dropped it in. The bag lit up with a tiny white, contained burst. Claudia coughed and stared up at Pete. "Oh gross, my mouth tastes like your boner, dude." Mykah breathed a sigh of relief, but noticed Pete's saliva coated cock hadn't lessened at all. "Well that...is...AWESOME! I get to keep it?!" Pete jumped and pumped his fist in the air, accidentally smacking Claudia in the face with the end of his dick. "Oh, woops." "Hey, asshat!" "Well, at least that's done with, and we can return to normal." Mykah smiled and turned, as if to leave. "Hey, wait. Mykah?" "Yeah?" "Touch your toes?" "What? Why?" As she asked, Mykah was bending down, and touching her toes with the tips of her fingers. "--the hell?" "Woo! I knew it! I'm like Darth Vader. I can totally control your minds with the force!" Pete swung his hands around, together, making light sabre noises, but then abruptly stopped. "Sooo, come here Mykah, and bend over the bed. You too, Claudia." "Pete, we don't have..Gah!" Mykah was already walking over to Claudia's bed, and had bent over the end, just next to Claudia, who was already in the same position. "Oh, ha-ha, Pete. Seriously, the joke's over." Claudia said over her shoulder. "Pete, whatever you're thinking, don't do it." Mykah tried to reason with Pete. "No moving," Pete commanded. He leaned forward and pulled down Mykah's pants to her ankles, exposing her naked ass. He repeated the same for Claudia, who had only had on a thong, from the earlier fun they had been having. "My my, look at these pretty little things." Pete went right to it, and burried his tongue into Mykah's pussy, occasionally licking down to her clit, and up to her ass. Mykah was protesting, but felt so hot being in this predicament. Pete moved over to Claudia and shoved his tongue up into her light pink snatch. He then flicked his tongue over her clit, lightly. Claudia looked at Mykah. "Well, at least he knows what he's doing, the damn perv." "Hold that thought." Pete ran out of the room and came back a moment later, with some lube, which he coated his monster with. "Okay, Mykah, time for some fun." "Pete, please. Artie is waiting for us, and we need to get ba--ugh! No no no. Bad Pete." Pete was putting pressure on Mykah's asshole with the tip of his cock. "You'll like it, Mykah. I showed Claudia how it's done, earlier." "It's true," She replied. "It was actually pretty good, but hurt like hell, at first." "No, Pete. Stop. We need to--FUCK!" Mykah yelled as Pete pushed the head of his cock into her tight sphincter. "Exactly what I'm thinking," he replied. Pete pushed further in as Mykah was panting, and gripping the bed sheets tightly. She started to grunt as he pushed further in. "Relax. You're so uptight, Mykah. Just let it go and enjoy it." She instantly responded, letting go as he slid further in. He spread her ass with his hands, watching the lewd scene. After a few moments, he was able to start a rhythm of grinding in and out of her, as she rubbed herself. She had started to enjoy it, and was saying some very dirty things about how much she loved Pete's massive cock, and the taste of his cum. "Alright, NEXT!" Pete pulled out of Mykah's abused ass, and stepped to the side, aiming for Claudia's little pink pussy. He couldn't describe how good it felt to get most of his cock crammed in that tight cunt. She was moaning and really getting into it right off, looking back at him and smiling as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and spanked her ass. Pete knew he was building up to a finish soon, and pulled out of Claudia, wetly. He ordered both women to get down on their knees in front of him and suck him off, promising them a big load if they did it well. They both shared, letting eachother take turns trying to take more of the cock each time. Mykah's mouth stretched around his shaft, and he felt her tongue licking the underside rapidly. Claudia then took a turn, her hot tongue licking around the head before taking it back down as deep as she could get it, which was about halfway. She was improving, actually. They ended up sliding up and down his shaft, their mouths on each side, lips sometimes touching. Their constant moans added to the feel of their soft lips and tongues. "Oh, my little whores. I think I'm about to give you that load you both wanted." He made them each wrap a small hand around his shaft and pump him. His legs felt weak as he knew it was fast approaching. "Here it comes girls. Fuuuuck!" They continued to jerk as he hit the edge of his orgasm and hung there, swelling in their small hands. They waited in anticipation, watching his face go blank and then scrunch up in pure pleasure as he exploded with his first jets of cum. Pete exploded with force, hitting Claudia in the face and open mouth, just splashing her thoroughly. She gagged on the amount of cum that streamed out and drenched her. He moved his hips a little and caught Mykah in the same way, coating her tongue, which was sticking out, and filling her mouth to over flowing. He continued to hose them down, coating their hair and faces. Just as he thought he would finish, he felt another orgasm boil up and he made both girls turn around, and lift their asses in the air. He plunged his cock deep into Claudia and dumped another couple streams in her tight pussy, until it overflowed, and then pulled out and quickly shoved his still spewing cock deep in Mykah's pussy, bathing her insides in his cum, which squirted out and ran down her legs in a steady flow. He finally felt it end, and fell back, breathing heavily. After a time, they had cleaned up and made their way back to the warehouse, where Artie awaited them. Mykah held up the bag, proudly, displaying the nullified artifact inside. "Tag it up, Artie, because this artifact has been licked." As soon as she said it, they all shifted in an uncomfortable silence. "Smooth move, ex-lax." Pete taunted. "Shut it," she responded, making a face at him. They confirmed that the physical changes that both Artie and Pete suffered were permanent, but that no other serious changes took place. "Well, that's not entirely true," said Pete, who leaned over and whispered something into Artie's ear, outside of Claudia and Mykah's range. "Oh, I see," said Artie, his eyes moving rapidly, as he thought things through. "In that case; Mykah, come here, I need to fuck your ass." Mykah gasped and started moving toward Artie. As she passed Pete, she looked at him angrily, "You told? You asshole!" "Hey Artie, make sure to tell her to call you big daddy while you're rockin' her world. She likes that," Pete said, and laughed. Mykah hit Pete on the arm as she passed by him. "You suck, Pete." "No Mykah, you suck. Get it? Like, weiners. HAH! No? Well, you will." "Hate you," she replied, off-hand, as she was already focusing on what she was told to do. (end)