0 comments/ 23429 views/ 3 favorites The Call By: AerinThomas Everything was going well. I was sitting on a comfy couch, chatting with the friend that I hoped one day to turn into a girlfriend. We had gone back from lunch to her place; I had the afternoon off, and she telecommuted from home, where she had cleared her calendar for the day. We were sitting and laughing, enjoying a pitcher of margaritas when it happened. Wait. Before I go on, let me step back for a second. I'm Mike. 35 years old, with piercing green eyes and not a single strand of hair on my head. I'm fairly athletic, though not militant about it or anything. I'm about 20 pounds heavier than I was in college, although most of that is long muscle from biking. I'm about 5'11" tall, no facial hair, not the best looking guy, perhaps, but not hideous or anything, either. I'm in my work clothes, dockers and a polo shirt; computer programming is not a sartorially demanding enterprise. I usually wear jeans or shorts; the dockers were an effort to look good for our lunch "date." The women in my life have described me as "a great guy" and "a fantastic friend." Apparently those are euphemisms for "not dateable," since the majority of my romantic interests in the past years have turned into friends. Not that there hasn't been a fling here and there, but nothing serious. She's Sarah. Sarah is 30, redheaded and gorgeous. At least that's how I see her. We've been friends for 5 years, through the good and the bad. Either she or I was in a relationship at any given time, and the connection had never happened. Now, for the first time, we were simultaneously single, and I was hoping for something to happen, but taking it very very slowly. We had kissed, and groped a little, but not much more. She's about 5'7" tall, say 130 lbs or so. Not a waif by any means, with just enough weight to give her absolutely luscious curves, the kind that make your hands itch to touch them. Her hair cascades to her shoulders when allowed to fall naturally, thick and luxurious. Her eyes are chameleon, changing shades with her moods. Today Sarah looks so good she's virtually edible. She's wearing wide heeled shoes, socks, jeans that are just tight enough, with a man's white dress shirt tucked into them. A wide black belt adds attitude to the ensemble. Her lips are painted a subtle crimson, her eyes shaded with a slight color as well. Frankly, she looks amazing, even to me, and I've seen her look a lot of different ways in the last five years. Her scent is a turn on as well, a perfume I can't identify that makes the blood rush that much faster through my veins. Anyway, we were each on our second margarita, fully enjoying one another's' company, locked in a particularly passionate kiss that it had taken me days to work up the courage to try with her, when the phone rang. I looked down at the phone on the table next to me, confused; the ring hadn't come from it. "Shit." Sarah breathed as she stood up. "It's my work line. Hang on a second." Sarah strode from the room as I laid my head on the back of the couch, bemoaning my bad luck. It got worse when she stuck her head out of the room and said "It's a teleconference that just got called. Some sort of emergency. It could be a while. Sorry." With that, she ducked back into the room she uses for a home office, and I sighed and started to wonder whether I should wait, or just leave. It's now 10 minutes later, and I still haven't decided. I can hear her voice occasionally from the other room; it seems like she's mainly just listening, not participating. Of all the dumb luck; why did this have to happen today? Maybe I should just go. Standing now, I wobble a little as the margaritas hit my brain. Crossing the room, I decide to tell her I'm leaving and just call it an afternoon. I push the door quietly open and open my mouth to speak when I change my mind, and just watch her. She is pacing back and forth, the phone against one ear, head tilted to hold it in place. She is concentrating very hard on listening to the conference, a no-nonsense look on her face. I have a problem. I cannot, for the life of me, resist a challenge. No matter what it is. If someone tells me I'm afraid to do something, consider it done. Sometimes the challenges come from within. That was the case this time. The conversation went something like this: "Good" Brain: wow. She looks like she's concentrating really hard on that work stuff. "Bad" Brain: that's true. And she's blowing us off for that call. "Good" Brain: she wouldn't have if she could have helped it. We should go. "Bad" Brain: no, what we should do is try to distract her. "Good" Brain: huh? "Bad" Brain: she seems to have forgotten about us. Maybe we need to remind her. "Good" Brain: wait a minute here.... "Bad" Brain: shut the hell up. "Good" Brain: but... "Bad" Brain: you've been waiting 5 years for this. Now is the time. Don't make me hurt you... again. "Good" Brain: shutting up. As this conversation happened, I stood in the doorway, minding my own business. At the end of it, I straighten up with new purpose and walk into the room quietly, standing behind the now still Sarah, breathing quietly. Gently, ever so slowly, I slide my arms around her waist, clasping my hands in front. Sarah sinks back against me slightly, her head falling onto my shoulder, her ear still glued to the telephone. Keeping my left hand against her stomach, I begin to give her a light massage with the other hand. Squeezing gently at her shoulder, then down her arm. Next her hip, then down her leg, a little harder. Back up her leg to her back, pushing her forward just a little to allow access. Up to her shoulders, then the back of her neck. She sighs softly in response to my efforts; a good sign, I think. She stiffens slightly as she realizes she just sighed into her teleconference, then relaxes back into me. Pushing her forward so she's no longer leaning on me, I continue the massage with both hands, starting at her waist, then up her ribs, around to her shoulder blades, ending again at her neck. I can see her loosening up, relaxing under my touch. Reaching onto a nearby table, I grab the rubber band I see there; gathering her hair, I bind it into a pony tail, freeing her neck. Grabbing each arm and pulling her back to me, I bite her gently on the spine at the nape of her neck. She breathes in quickly, then lets it out slowly, trying to be quiet for the people on the other end of the line. With one hand she waves at me, telling me to back off. I respond by visiting her neck again, this time with a kiss and a lick that sends visible shivers shooting down her spine. Her hand quits waving at me. How about that? She seems to like it. My hands go to work again, this time just gently touching her, caressing her neck, sliding inside her shirt to trace her collarbone, then back out, my fingernails pressing into her back as my hands trail downward. Over the hips and down the side of the legs I go, kneeling behind her, kneading her calves now. She steps a little wider to allow me access to her calves; I look up at the way the tight jeans hold her ass, licking my suddenly dry lips in anticipation. Making my hands as wide as they will go, I knead my way up her body. Calves, thighs, back of the knees, hamstrings, then my hands touch her bottom. She inhales audibly, but doesn't react in any other way. I linger there, kneading the flesh, before continuing up her back. She lets a deep breath out slowly as I move up her back, and I can feel that, despite (or because of) my efforts, she is less relaxed than she was when I started touching her. Back to a traditional massage I go, trying to loosen her back up. She is speaking into the phone now, some work babble that I barely hear and don't remember, my mind totally on her body. My hands find their way around Sarah's waist again, and clasp over her stomach. I give her a big hug from behind, my body pressed against hers, which she falls into easily. With a deep breath, I quickly jerk her dress shirt untucked from her jeans. She tries to turn and look at me, but I hold her in place, and she doesn't struggle very hard. By her quickened breathing, I can tell that she isn't upset with this new development. Her head jerks as she hears something on the phone, and she starts talking, sounding annoyed at the people she is talking to. While she is distracted, I start to rub her leg with my left hand; another distraction. My right hand starts working on the buttons of her shirt, unfastening them one by one, starting at the bottom. I manage to get halfway up before I have to stop, as she finishes talking and starts to listen again. I slip my hands over her shoulders and start to rub them, planning the next move. Her shoulders slump as she relaxes again under my touch; I slide my hands under the shirt to her collarbone again. After a few seconds, I lean forward and whisper in her free ear "I need a little more room" and boldly unfasten her two top buttons, leaving only two holding her shirt closed. I tug backwards on the shirt, sliding it down her back a little, and spend some time rubbing the bare skin on her shoulders, her collarbone, the top of her breastbone. I'm breathing a little quicker now, and I make my move. One hand returns to her waist, then slides across her bare stomach under her shirt. The other reaches around and undoes the remaining two buttons as quickly as I can, then I pull the shirt back and down, leaving it puddled around her wrists. She's wearing a racerback bra in brilliant blue, which, I presume, clasps at the front, since I can't see any fasteners in the back. My hands are trembling slightly as I work to control myself from grabbing and groping and tearing the phone out of her hand and taking her right there, right now. I trail my fingernails over her now bare skin, across her stomach, her arms, her back, which arches slightly in response to the caress. I slide her one hand out of the sleeve; she switches the phone to that hand and drops her other arm, allowing me to remove the shirt completely. I throw it somewhere off to the right; I have no idea what happens to it after it leaves my hand, which is drawn as if by a magnet back to her smooth skin. Smooth isn't actually enough to describe it. Her skin is almost perfect, with hardly a blemish upon it. I scratch softly at it, and notice the lighter marks of my nails as they fade back to the duskier natural shade of her skin. My brain has taken a moment to get itself together; my hands are uncontrolled as they trace her skin, changing direction only at the touch of fabric. I caress beneath her bra, and above it, without touching her breasts at all; that would be too much, too soon, and even my unguided hands seem to understand that fact. Minutes pass, how many I don't know, as I acquaint myself with this new expanse of touchable area. Finally my brain comes back, and we decide unanimously to progress to the next challenge. She is talking into the phone again, and I attack the back of her neck, tiny slow kisses that show their effects immediately; she trembles in response, and gasps quietly, catching herself just before she made some louder noise. Her free hand flutters at her side, unsure of what to do with itself; I solve its dilemma by reaching down and grabbing it, lacing my fingers into hers. She squeezes my hand, and I squeeze hers back. The other hand finds the buckle of her big black belt, and starts to unclasp it. She looks down, but doesn't react otherwise except to squeeze my hand harder. I slide the belt free, and toss it aside. The hand returns, and I slide it around her waistband, the fingers tucked just inside the jeans, softly and slowly moving across her body. When the hand returns to the front, a simple motion frees the top button of her jeans; the sharp rasp of the zipper being pulled down follows immediately, loud in the quiet room, and I can feel it against my chest as she inhales deeply, trying to control her breathing. I let go of her hand, and stand behind her. My hands find purchase on the sides of her jeans, and I begin to tug them down, ever so slowly. My eyes feast upon what is revealed, inch by inch, devouring the sight of more bare skin. They continue to slide, revealing another patch of brilliant blue, V-cut panties that shrink virtually to strings at her hips. I kneel behind her as the jeans slide over her hips, and remove her shoes and socks, then help her to step out of the jeans. She is now breathing more quickly, and has moved the mouthpiece of the phone away from her mouth, raising it high and away, with her ear still glued to the meeting. Perhaps unconsciously, she steps wider than she had before as her feet are returned to the ground. My hands travel the new roads of bare skin, up her legs and back down, caressing softly, kneading roughly, scratching a little. She is getting excited, and her energy fills the air, turning me on that much more. My jeans are feeling way too tight as my hands caress her; I deliberately slow my movements down in order not to lose control. She is talking again, into the telephone I presume; I can't make out the words, I am utterly focused on the physical sensation of touching her. My hands tease around the fabric of her panties and bra as I run my hands higher, standing behind her. Finally, I reach around and my hands meet at her belly button, pulling her into yet another hug, losing my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. I look down over her shoulder; I can see the risen fabric covering her hard nipples; "must be cold in here" I laugh to myself. My hands slide across her body again, moving around to the back, as I push her slightly forward so she no longer leans on me. My hands now ignore the bare skin for the lure of the bright blue fabric; my eyes roam the back of her body, admiring her fantastic ass, barely covered by the blue panties, and the straining bands crossing her back, holding in her ample breasts. My fingertips glide over her buttocks, feeling the material more than the flesh underneath it. A low moan escapes her lips as I touch the material. The fingertips trace each hip as I move my hands to the front of her body. They slide down the front, again, barely touching, teasing the fabric, stopping just short of touching anything other than skin and hair. I gently scrape my nails up her stomach and around her ribs to her back. She licks her lips, which are suddenly dry, and leans back against me, her hips grinding her backside against my groin, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I respond by pressing harder than before as my fingers trace the fabric of the bra across her back, and around the sides. My fingers slide down, one fingertip tracing each underwire as they continue on, meeting in the middle. I tease at unclasping her bra; she inhales sharply and I continue on. My fingertips trace her breasts through the fabric, carefully avoiding the areas around her nipples. Finally, they trace the shoulder straps, sliding over her shoulders to her back, where I remove them from her entirely. I stand and watch for a second, the way her body works as she struggles to control her breathing. My hands fall to her ass again, grabbing it firmly as I begin to kiss along her spine, starting at the top and working my way downward slowly. I can feel her pushing back against my hands, and I squeeze a little harder as I kiss her, stroking her through the fabric, grabbing in different places and ways. She starts to moan, but chokes it off quickly. She falls slightly forward, her hand finding the wall in front of her for support, the phone still held to her ear, the hair that is not trapped by the ponytail falling across her face as she looks downward. The kisses continue, now I'm crouched behind her, kissing her spine as it disappears into the panties. I start to roll them down, centimeter by centimeter, kissing Sarah's spine as I go. I stop before anything major is revealed, and pull them back up as I stand. Sarah's legs quiver, and a low moan issues from her lips. I'm pretty sure she's forgotten about the phone. I can see tremors in her hips as she unconsciously grinds them; her needs and wants are displayed for anyone who wants to see them. I can see her chest rising and falling heavily. One look is all it takes. My hands take over, as if they have a mind of their own. I reach up and slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Without a pause, my hands follow the straps down and grab a cup each, pulling down and away. She gasps loudly as the air hits her exposed breasts. A quick flick and the bra is flying across the room, forgotten. She stands there, trembling, one hand against the wall, the other still pressing the phone to her ear. Her chest is heaving with each breath, and I watch her full breasts swaying, the nipples standing proudly up. Then my hands are on her, grabbing, groping, pulling her away from the wall and into my embrace, her arched back pressed against my front, her free hand falling to the back of my neck, her ass grinding my jean-covered erection, which feels like it's going to explode it's so hard. My hands knead her breasts roughly, the way she wants me to, her nipples trapped and squeezed between my fingers. She pulls the phone down to her mouth and attempts to speak into it. The first time, no words come out and she clears her throat. The second time, I pinch her nipples just as she is about to speak, and nothing comes out but a frustrated hiss. Finally she begins to talk again. I respond by pushing her, not gently but not roughly, back towards the wall. She catches herself with an "umph" and an outstretched arm. She continues talking, then punctuates her sentence with a sound that's midway between a sexy moan and a sob as I yank her panties down her legs in one quick move, pulling her feet from them and tossing them aside. I took a step back and look at her. She is amazing. Stark naked, beautiful, infinitely desirable. I strip in a flash, quietly. She is unaware I am naked until I mold my body to hers, letting some of my weight fall onto her as she holds us away from the wall with one arm. One hand caresses her breast, the other her bottom; they both start to slide. The one on her breast slides down to the trimmed patch of hair between her legs. The one on her ass slips between her legs. The meet finally and start to stroke her, the one pressing her hard button, the other parting her soaked lips. She sticks her ass out further, allowing me more room to work as I slide a finger inside her. She responds with a moan and a tremble, her entire body shaking. Another finger joins the first as I kneel behind her. I can tell what she wants as she spreads her legs wider and sticks her ass out even further. Another finger slides inside her as I oblige her desires. The phone barely misses my head on its way to the floor as I lick her lips, then start sucking at her clit. She has both hands against the wall, grinding into me, completely lost in the moment. I too am out of control as I dine on her, my tongue working at a feverish pace, my fingers plunging in and out of her in time with my tongue. I can think of nothing more than wanting to hear her scream, to yell her pleasure to the world. I lick, suck, and finger faster, and she starts making low noises, moans, and starts muttering things under her breath. I listen closer and it's a litany of encouragement: "yes," "don't stop," "faster, more." Hearing her turns me on even more, and I can't contain myself any longer. I slide out from underneath her, and bodily spin her around, pushing her across the room from behind. One sweep of my arm clears her desk of papers, and I bend her over the desk, kissing her neck fiercely as I spread her arms wide. She grabs the sides of the desk and presses her face against the cool plastic. Her hair has slipped from the ponytail, and now splays out across the desk, hiding her face from my view. The Call Suddenly, my hands are on her ass and I am inside her, thrusting rapidly. Her ass shakes with each thrust, the firm flesh bouncing from the impact. She is moaning louder now:"oh, yes," "fuck me Mike, fuck me harder." She shudders with an orgasm, and moans through it, long and low. I can feel the muscles inside her gripping me, and I know I won't be able to last much longer. I still keep thrusting, and I hear her say "Please, Mike, I want to look at you." We stop for a second, and I lift her up to sit on the desk. I pull her to me and slip back into her. Her nails rake my back as my tongue invades her mouth, our lower bodies slamming together urgently. Finally, she screams, yelling "Yes Yes YES!" over and over, shuddering. My voice joins hers in a wordless yell as I shoot inside her. Several moments later, we find ourselves on the floor, me on my back, her laying full length on top of me, our tongues entwined. I push her away slightly, and she looks at me expectantly. "What about your call?" I ask mischievously. "Oh, that" she replies. "I hung up even before you took my jeans off." We look at each other and burst into laughter. The day didn't end there... but that's another story altogether. Thanks for reading "the call." I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to send comments or suggestions to AerinThomas@yahoo.com The Call Nick was a very fortunate High School Senior; he was good looking well liked, very smart and athletic. He was also the envy of most of his friends for the one thing they didn't and never would have – Nick was the kid with "cool parents." Anna and Nick Sr. were high school sweethearts, and before they both went to college Anna found herself pregnant with Nick Jr. This could have been a crushing blow to the guy named most likely to succeed and his prom queen girl friend, but they beat the odds. They got married (and stayed married), and with the help of both parents went to college, graduated and made themselves very good careers while raising their only child. At 36 both Nick Sr. and Anna were set. Her job as an interior design consultant gave her plenty of free time to pick and choose not only when she worked, but also whom she worked with. Nick Sr. held the title of manufacturing engineer with a larger textile company, and was fast becoming the "go to" guy to handle crises in plants around the country, so he was often out for entire weeks setting things straight. Nick Jr. was very thankful that his parents allowed him the autonomy to do his own thing. He was very responsible and he knew that keeping the 3.8 GPA wouldn't hurt if the baseball or football scholarships didn't work out. He worked at the local health club, so working out was a given along with unlimited tanning! (Well it was a perk!) Anna also spent time at the club and she more than held her own against the "hotties" that hung around her son like moths at a light. The one girl that did hold Nick Jr.'s attention was Claire. Both had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. Claire was an inch taller at 5'6," but not as long legged as Anna. Both possess very full and ample breasts, with Anna having a natural 36D (she liked to brag that they were original equipment) and Claire 36C. Anna had the personality and ability to mingle with Nick's friends both male and female, and hence he often heard the phrase "cool mom Nick." She liked to hear the stories they told, be kept up to date on what was "in" and "out." She wasn't trying to live in her sons' world just look inside and see what was going on. On more than one occasion one of Nick's girlfriends would ask her advice on handling boy problems, they confided that they felt they could talk to her and get the scoop on what to do and not to do. Jr. used to take offense when his guy friends would make comments about his mom's physical attributes, but he learned to appreciate that his parents took care of themselves, damn some of his friends' folks could be part time sumo wrestlers! On a lazy Tuesday afternoon Anna was upstairs on the computer working on a project when the phone rang, she wasn't going to answer it first, but it could be Nick Sr. who was away on business in California. She wasn't surprised when the voice at the other end of the line was her "never going to grow up" friend Lisa. Now Lisa wasn't the shy or timid type, she was close to 30, single, good looking and a certified man-eater. Anna loved these calls since they usually involved the past sexual triumphs and tragedies of her dear friend. While listening to Lisa rant and rave she decided to make use of her time and take a load of laundry downstairs. Wearing a denim work shirt with no buttons (this was due to a previous encounter with Nick Sr. after a long trip) and a thong, she cradled the phone in her shoulder as she lugged the basket down from the second to the first floor and down to the basement. Anna was unaware that Jr. and Claire were in his basement bedroom attempting to release some pent up teenage energy. At the sound of her approaching footsteps they decided to rearrange themselves for the possibility of Anna looking in. In one of those moments that could only happen to someone else, Anna was coming down the last flight of steps making the comment to Lisa, "So you let him fuck you up your ass?!, you are such a devious little slut." And then bang! there she is directly in front of her son and girlfriend who without a doubt heard everything she said, and they themselves look more than guilty about something than she does. To add insult to injury, one of Anna's breasts was totally exposed, and icing to the fiasco was that Anna's natural gaze caught the sight of her son's hard-on poking in his shorts. "Lisa, gotta go" was all she could say as in one motion she dropped the basket and covered herself and clicked off the phone. "Oh, hi mom!" Nick said trying to conceal himself, "Claire and I just stopped by to pick up some work out clothes before we head to the gym." Claire nodded that in fact that was what they were doing, but seeing that her shirt was buttoned wrong confirmed what they were up to. Anna tried to regain her composure and situation and said, "That's fine kids, and I was just trying to catch up on house work." As she moved the basket out of the way to let them by she leaned to Claire and whispered, "check you buttons." Claire looked down and then back up in horror at Anna who gave her the best "you've just heard me talk dirty, seen my tit smile." As Anna stood there attempting to recall the episode (like after a car wreck) she heard Claire say going up the stairs, "Nick, I am so embarrassed, your mom knew what we were doing." Well Anna thought at least she didn't say, "boy your mom really knows how to use 'fuck' in a sentence." As she booted the basket into the laundry room she was aware of the odd sensation of seeing her son's cock rigid in his shorts, the thought made her physically shake herself, what the hell was she thinking? As if in a temporary state of denial she refused to acknowledge the fact that seeing her son had made her pussy wet, it was just Lisa's call and she went about sorting the clothes. Jr. on the other hand couldn't dismiss the fact that he landed the hat trick of things never let happen; be caught by your mom (almost) having sex, letting your mom see you with a hard on, and seeing your mom naked over age 6, the real kicker is he got them all in the same shot! At the gym Claire vowed never to go back to Jr's house, she even thought that Anna might call her mom to inform her about their afternoon rendezvous. Nick assured her that that wouldn't be the case, and that his mom was the best. What he didn't tell Claire was that seeing his mom's breast had been a real turn on. He could never say a word to anyone, but after today he saw his mom as something sexual, and he felt terrible about it. After his workout he decided to call home, when his mom answered it like nothing had happened, thank the stars! She told him that she needed to drop some things off at a contractor's office then she was going to go to the gym. He told her that Claire and some friends were going out to eat and that he'd be home later. She reminded him to have his phone turned on for once and that she'd see him home later. Victory! He thought, now if could just get the images of his mom's naked body from dancing in his head he'd be great. When he got home it was pretty quite, he could hear the TV on upstairs, so he thought what the hell? Got to get past this somehow, so he went up stairs making more noise than usual and went towards his parent's room. He found his mom in shorts and a t-shirt lying on the bed with a disgusted look on her face pointing the remote at the TV. Anna said, "You know it's a bad TV night when the only thing good on is the Newlywed Game on the game show network." Nick laughed and said, "Well you can always watch Sports Center?" Anna laughed at that, because when Nick Sr. was home that was the last thing to watch before lights out. She said, "No, if I hear Stewart Scott say "Booyaaa" one more time I'll hurl." He sat on the edge of the bed as she changed the channel to ESPN and they talked about their evenings. Jr. and his friends had gone to a pizza joint and then over to a friend's house. Anna told him that her workout was good, but to reward herself she went to Pannera's Bread's and had a huge brownie, so all the hard work probably went for naught. Jr. then commented that he didn't think so, and that he thought she looked great. He immediately regretted saying that since he still had the naked image in his head, and he was all to sure his mom could see it on his face. Anna blushed and said that she tried very hard to keep her form so his father and him wouldn't be embarrassed to take her out in public. The both had a laugh, and then Nick feinting a yawn told his mom he was worn out and was going to bed. They blew each other a kiss and he padded downstairs thinking that at least it was the end of the day and nothing else strange could happen. As Nick left the room Anna almost stopped him, she wanted to tell him it was "okay" what happened today, and that she hoped Claire would feel comfortable about coming back to the house. But in a flash he was bounding down the stairs. Nick went down stairs washed up and decided to go to bed. It had been a long a very eventful day. As he lay there in bed his thoughts went back to his mom's breast and the black panties. When he attempted to push that thought from his mind, the sound of his mom saying, "fuck" would ring in his ears. She had said it so – dirty, yes that was the only way he could describe it. With all these thoughts running in his head he felt his cock starting to grow. He had been ready to go this afternoon with Claire, but he had lost his urge, but now it had returned with a vengeance. As Nick threw back the covers and peeled his boxers off he didn't realize that Anna had found the courage to tell her son that it was fine if he and Claire had sex, that she and his father would trust him on protecting themselves from disease and unwanted pregnancy. She was rehearsing just how she was going to say it when she came into the doorway to see her naked son stroking his now very hard cock. Damn, she thought, she hadn't made a "noise" to let him know she was coming, and in the broken darkness she just froze. She had put on her white robe over her shorts and T-shirt, so there was nowhere to hide. At first Nick didn't see her, she thought she had stood there 5 minutes when in reality she had watched him for less than 5 seconds. When he saw her he stopped in mid-stroke. He was busted! No covers within arms length, and his cock still in had. He went to say something, hell anything, but nothing more than a gasp would come out. Before he could even finish that Anna put a finger to her mouth and said "Shhhhhhh." Then like an out of body experience she moved to the bed, she stood over him and in a hushed low voice she said, "don't say a word." With that she got on her knees and with one hand grabbed his cock and the other his balls. She moved his hand out of the way, as she looked up into his eyes. He was a carbon of her husband, just a younger version. Nick looked in disbelief as he watched his still very hard cock disappear in his mom's mouth!! She gently massaged his balls as she sucked him up and down in a easy rhythm. She then let his cock go as she moved her hand to her pussy. While she knew this was without a doubt the worst thing she had ever done, she wanted to cum so bad it made her ache. Nick could tell from how his mom's hips were moving that she had to be masturbating, and that just added fuel to the fire. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he damn sure didn't want it to stop. He could feel his balls tightening up and his cock getting harder. And he knew he was going to cum. Anna knew it too, and she was close to cumming herself. She looked up at her son and said, "not yet, not until I cum." All Nick could do was nod, her pace with her hand sped up, she was fingering herself, till she did the "magic trick" and she came with a force that she hadn't experienced in quite a while. After the wave had passed she renewed her efforts on Nick. She began to take him as deep as possible. His cock was about 7" (not a big as Sr.) but it was so good. When she sped up the pace Jr. started to move his hips and for the first time moan. He looked down at his mom and in his face was a look of concern. Anna looked at him and told him, "It's okay, I want you to cum, I want you to shoot all of your cum in my mouth." It was a husky sexy voice, not like his mom at all Nick thought, he simply nodded again. This time there was no turning back, as she took her hand and started to stroke him with his head in her mouth. She looked up and said, "give it to me, I want to swallow all that hot cum of yours, I want it now." He couldn't hold back any longer, he exploded in his mom's mouth, she didn't waiver a bit. She continued to milk his cock into her mouth, not a drop was lost. Just as he was starting to come back to Earth the phone rang. Anna had the cordless in the pocket of her robe; she still sucked him down as it rang twice more. Finally she released his cock and answered in the same husky voice, "hello?" On the other line Nick Sr. asked what had taken her so long to answer?, was she already in bed asleep? Anna told him as she looked down at Nick Jr. that she was getting a late night drink before she went to bed. She then covered Jr. up as she plopped down in his futon chair across from his bed. He turned on his side and looked at her in the dim light as he eased off to sleep out of exhaustion. Nick Sr. apologized for calling late, but it was the "left coast" and that these business dinners always run long. He had had a good day and was fired up. He asked her if she was going to bed was she wearing something sexy? With the taste of her sons cum still in her mouth she lied and said that it had been a long day and that she would make it up to him tomorrow night. Nick Sr. knew that pressing his wife for phone sex when she wasn't in the mood would be a bad call. Anna told him to rent a dirty movie in the room. He told her they never show the good parts, plus if all he had to do were wait till tomorrow that would be reason enough to be a good boy tonight. Anna told Nick Sr. to call about the same time tomorrow and that she'd really make up for being a stick in the mud tonight. When Nick woke up he was surprised that first it was morning and that Claire was sitting in the futon chair that he had last remember was occupied by his mom the night before. "About time sleepy head" she said as he gathered himself together. Nick looked at her; she was wearing running shorts, and a sport bra/running top. She looked great and the look on her face told Nick she was up to no good. "I thought you were never going to come back over here?" said Nick as he propped up a pillow behind his head. Claire took a sip of water from a bottle and said; "Well I decided during my run that I can't avoid your mom forever, and that it is healthy to tackle your fears. So I came by this morning and talked to your mom." Now she had Nick's full attention. Trying not to look like someone who had just been blown by his mom the night before, Nick asked what was said. Claire sat back in the chair and started, "Well your mom and I had a laugh over what happened yesterday, she told me that she didn't usually run around half naked. I then apologized for us down here fooling around. She told me it was "okay" that she trusted us, and she knows that what ever we do it will be thought out, not just out the heat of the moment." "I see" was all Nick could muster before Claire continued, "She said that she told you the same thing last night before your dad called." Now Nick felt a lump in his throat and a stir in his cock as his thoughts went back to the image of his mom sucking him off. "So that's all she had to say?" Nick said as he put his hands behind his head and stretched. "No," Claire said with a wicked little grin. "She told me to come down here and give you a "good morning wake up." Nick had a puzzled look on his face as Claire stood up and peeled off her top and shorts. Nick asked what did that mean? Claire said she asked the same question and his mom's response was "go down and fuck his brains out." Now the stir in Nick's cock was a full-fledged throb as his hot little girl friend walked to his bed with nothing but socks on. She stopped next to him, she looked down at her pussy, with one hand spreading her lips open as the other gently stoked the small tuft of hair on her mound. "I was so horny yesterday, so last night I shaved and fingered myself, then you know how a good run gets my pussy dripping, then talking to your mom and the way she said "fuck," right now I'm about to explode, I want you to make me cum baby." Nick didn't waste any time, he loved it when Claire talked dirty, she was so sweet and innocent 99% of the time, but get her motor running and that 1%, and she would put most phone sex operators to shame. He tossed the covers aside and went to his knees grabbing Claire's hips and pulling them to his face. "Oh, my, you were naked!" Claire said as she put one of legs on the bed to give him a better view of her freshly shaved box. "That surprises you?" Nick said looking up at her. Claire looking down said, "No, but if I'd had known that, I would have sucked that big cock while you were asleep." Nick smiled as he spread her lips with his fingers and gently kissed her soaked pussy. Claire moaned and threw her head back as Nick started to lick her from back to front like a lollypop, stopping at her clit to give it special attention. Claire's hand moved up her stomach to her breasts where she started to caress them and then pinch her nipples. As he worked is tongue now in and out of her, Claire was starting to really heat up. She was moving her hips into Nick's face when he shoved it in her. She bit her lower lip and told him, "That's it baby stick your tongue in that hot hole, fuck my sloppy cunt with your tongue, oh, yeah I want to cum all over your face." Nick just looked up and nodded as she pulled and pinched her nipples with an increased vigor. Her breathing was more rapid, and he knew she was getting close. He didn't even break stride as he grabbed her ass cheeks with his hands, and with one moving it to her pussy from behind he inserted his middle finger. He worked it in slowly as he continued his assault on her clit. Then he moved the now pussy juice covered finger back to her ass. Claire was getting ever closer. As Nick moved the tip of his finger against Claire's asshole, he knew she was about to blow. "Oh, yes baby you know what I want don't you? Shove that finger up my ass as hard as you can when I cum, make me scream baby." Nick nodded and gave a couple of last thrusts before Claire howled and said "Now!." Nick who had been working his finger in her pushed it up as far as it would go as Claire's orgasm shot through her. She grabbed his head and shoulders to steady herself as Nick finished her off by licking her up and down and wiggling his inserted finger in her. She shuddered several times before she regained her bearings. She smiled at Nick and told him that was just what she needed to start out with, but what she really wanted was to suck his cock and get her pussy filled with cum. They switched positions as Nick stood up and Claire dropped to her knees and began to suck him unlike any time in recent memory, she couldn't get enough. As he looked down at her, he couldn't help but think about last night and his mom doing the same thing. But then he realized that it was different, Claire was great at giving head and loved to swallow, even though she couldn't always get it all. His mom on the other hand was a real "pro" the way she had taken him was smooth and experienced, and she had had no problem taking every drop of his load. As he was in this thought Claire looked up and told him that she couldn't wait any longer, she wanted his cock in her. The Call Midnight on a Friday. You're out of town on business. You’re sitting on the patio of the hotel bar. You call from your cell phone – to say hello. It's hot. The air is thick with humidity. You're wearing next to nothing. You've been drinking, so you're feeling relaxed. The heat is making you sweat. The sweat traces the outline of your nipples. They're hard. They're clearly visible. So delicious.... As we talk, you glance over your shoulder to see a group of five men coming out of the hotel restaurant. They're handsome - probably late 30's, attractive, dressed in khaki's and button down shirts. Mmmm… they notice you. They watch you. You watch them. You smile. They smile. They send over a drink. You know they’re talking about you. I ask you what's happening. You say that a couple of them are approaching you. I reach down and unzip my pants. I listen. They ask you who you're talking to. "I'm on hold", you say. They ask you stupid questions. You give them stupid answers. Their eyes travel up and down your body, stroking you as I begin to stroke my cock. "What are you up to tonight", one of the men asks. He's handsome. He looks to be about 38. He's in good shape - very clean-cut. You notice the ring. He’s married. You're not sure what you're going to do, you say. You have no definite plans. You hear my voice whispering into your ear... ."Ask them why they want to know". You ask. They tell. It’s late. The bar’s about to close. They’re in town from New York and have been around each other all week to where .. it would be nice to have someone else to talk to. They mention that one of them has a suite. They have a fully-stocked bar and .. they know it’s forward, but… they’d love to invite you up. You laugh. “I don’t even know you”, you say. They’re persistent. "Come on.. .just a drink?", they say. "We're not serial killers or rapists or anything like that. We’re just a bunch of overworked corporate boobs”. You smile. "Just a drink, huh?", you ask.. teasing. ”Yep… just a drink. Hey.. if you can’t, we understand .. but we’d like it if you did”. You smile. Your eyes look down and then back up. "I don't know", you say. "Please", they say. "We won't bite". I’m growing hard … very hard, listening to all of this. ”Go with them”, I say… almost breathless. "Ok", you tell them. “Let’s go”. You hang up the phone.. My mind races. My heart quickens. My cock is literally throbbing in my hand. I get up and go to the window. It's hot in my room. I look up at the moon and close my eyes. I see you sitting on this stranger's lap. I see you in a short black dress. I see it hiked up. I see them stealing glances at your bare thighs. I know they want you. A half hour passes. The phone rings. It's you. “They know”, you say. You told them about me. You're up in their suite. I can hear the red wine in your voice. You’re buzzed. You tell me that you're sitting on the couch. I ask you where they are in relation to you. Two of them are on the couch with you, on opposite sides, you say. Mmmm.. Two of them are sitting on the bed and one’s in a chair. "Ohhhhh", you sigh. "They're kissing my neck". I hear you kiss one of them. I hear the sound of lips on lips, lips against skin. You tell me that the two on the couch are unzipping their pants....they're taking out they're... "Ohhhhh, god" you moan. You tell me how they're hands are under your .... "Ohhhhh". You tell me how they're undressing you. You tell me how they've all stepped out of they're clothes – everyone’s naked. You tell me how they're sucking your breasts, kissing and licking their way down your body. You tell me how their fingers are inside you. I listen as you tell me how one of the men is on his knees. "Mmmm", you sigh. He's eating your pussy. The two guys from the bed are standing next to him, with their cocks rubbing all over your face. I hear them hit against the phone. The guy to your left is licking and kissing your ear and neck. The one to your right is busy with your nipples. You’re being swallowed whole… I listen to you suck both their cocks into your mouth - at the same time. I listen and whisper into your ear. I ask you if you're enjoying your new friends. "Ohhhhhh, I'm coming!" I overhear. I hear the other guy say the same thing. I hear them tell you to tilt your head back and open your mouth wide - to stick out your tongue. I close my eyes and see them cum into your mouth, splashing against your lips. It dribbles down your chin. I hear you cum. The guy eating your pussy is sucking you deeper into his mouth. I hear you cry out. "Get on your knees and face the couch", one of them instructs. You can't say no. The two guys on the couch sit close together and tell you to suck their dicks. You do. You tell me how the other men are taking turns fucking you from behind. I hear their balls slapping against your ass. I hear them spanking you with every thrust. I close my eyes again and see the two guys cum in your mouth. I see you swallow and lick your lips. “Delicious", you say. I hear them tell you to get up. They call you over to the bed. They tell you to bend down over the edge of the bed. You feel the cool sheets beneath your breasts. "You are such a bad little girl, aren’t you", one of them asks. "We're not done with you yet". You don't say a word. You can't think. I hear the one man say "Do you like to be fucked in the ass?". You can't speak. I’m about to cum. I try to hold off, though… “Oh yeah.. she likes it”… "Ohhhhh", you let out. He tells you this time: "We're going to fuck your ass, one by one. You want that, don't you? You want to feel us deep inside you". Without thinking it, you reply "Yessssssss". "We can't hear you. What did you say?". A hand comes down on your bare ass… Smack. "Yesssss, please…. Ohhhhhhhh"....... They bring out the lubricant. There, in the darkness of my room .. I sit and listen to you taking these men deep and hard. I listen to you moan. I listen to you grunt. I listen to you beg for more. I listen to them pounding into you. I listen to them spanking you. I hear each of them cum all over the back of your ass. I hear you tell me how you're rubbing the thick white cum into your skin. You love the creaminess of this lotion. You have your 4th orgasm of the evening. You wish me goodnight. Just before you hang up, I hear you say to them "Mmmm... Who's next?". I cum. The Call The mists parted as a shadowy form appeared, footsteps muffled by the fog. It paused at the edge of the circle of light cast by the streetlamps. Eyes searched the shadows, as hesitantly it entered the light. Long silver hair gleamed in reflection of the lamps. A hooded cloak hid all else. A slim hand reached out from the folds to draw the hood closer; tucking in the strands of silver that had escaped its cover. Swiftly the figure wheeled as a sound came from behind. Turning back, the figure hurried to reach the shadows on the other side. Yet the hesitation was costly as the sounds found an echo from in front. Drawing back the figure took a stance in the center of the light. All around forms took shape at the edge of the shadows. Hands lifted and drew back the cloak's hood, revealing the form within. The sliver hair, the pointed ears and arched brows proclaimed a full-blood elf. The luminescent skin and delicate features proclaimed a female. Her hands moved swiftly to the many pouches around her waist. Pulling herbs from first one, then another, she quickly mixed them. Uttering words in whispers, she spread the mix over the circle of light and withdrew again to the center. She whispered a chant as she made gestures. All around her the herbs began to glow. The shadowed forms drew back muttering and cursing. Swiftly she was encircled, though the forms never left the shadows. Her eyes darted here and there seeking a way out. She knew that her spell would not hold long. She only hoped it would be long enough. There was but two hours til daybreak. They could not pursue her then and she was so close to her goal. She waited, drawing in her power, conserving it for the battle to come. Yet nothing happened. The shadowed forms circled and muttered but none attempted to cross the line into the light. They but waited and watched. She knew this meant their master was close. She could sense him coming closer. His tainted power sickened her. Her head whipped around as she heard him speak. "Well, well, what have we here?" The creatures parted before a taller form. She shuddered as he stepped to the edge of the light. Hair coal black, ears pointed, brows thin but not arched, all signs of Elvin blood. But the dark skin and long fanged teeth spoke of firbolg blood as well. Yet his would have been a handsome face if not for the scar traveling from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and across his cheek. A scar given him by she who bore him as he was birthed. His eyes shown a blazing white and his lip curled in contempt. "Well, my servants have captured a beauty this time indeed. I must remember to reward them later." "Be gone, Rystan. You know you cannot hold me. And when the elders find you have interfered with the call, they will hunt you down and end you once and for all." Rystan flinched as she named him and hissed out her name, "Lythse." "To late, Rystan. First naming is mine." She sneered. Rystan withed in anger then as suddenly his face cleared and he smiled. "Indeed, first naming is yours. However, it matters not. As for interfering, why, I'm here to help." He snapped his fingers and from further back, two forms moved forward dragging a third. As they stepped to the edge of the light she could see them more clearly. They stood but a bare five-foot in height. Coal black hair, eyes black as onyx, skin dark as soot. Full fangs drew their lips back in a permanent sneer. Their clawed hands and wide-splayed feet proclaimed full-blood firbolg. Dangling from their clawed hands, they drug a third. Height was hard to guess as he was pulled closer to the light. Head hanging limply, all that could be seen was the long brown hair and broad shoulders. What she could see of him was ragged and bruised, evidence of the struggle he had made. Lythse tensed and then forced herself to relax. She could sense without being told that this was the one the call had been leading her to. The pull on her mental barriers was very strong. Yet she dared not reach out to him. She knew that Rystan was waiting for that moment. If she tried, he would seize control of her mind in an instant and force a bonding with her. This is what happened to she who bore him. His firbolg father had caught her off guard when she had answered the calls years past. Though bonded to him, still she had sought to prevent the birth of the halfling, marking him but dieing in the attempt. "So, that is what I'm called to," She sneered, "Pathetic thing." Rystan looked shocked for a moment, the firbolg around him muttering as the shifted. The two holding the human loosened their grip and stared at Rystan. This was not going as he had promised them. Unease circled amongst them. "Pay no attention to her," He called out, "She but tries to mislead us. Make us drop our guard." He turned back to Lythse. "Good try. Almost believable. But you and I both know that the call is pulling you to him." "Aye," She spat out, "It pulls me, but none have asked if I'm willing to be pulled. Let another fulfill the prophecy. I have no desire to bond with a human. Indeed you have saved me much trouble. No longer do I have to worry over how I can dispose of him without the elders condemning me. Even if I have to do it myself there is enough firbolg stench on him for me to lay it at your bidding. And who do you think they will believe you or me?" She asked with an evil smile. Again the firbolg growled and muttered. "She lies," Rystan screamed, "She cannot harm the one she's called to." "You think not? Then just watch." Lythse snarled. Drawing her dagger, she strode towards the pair holding the man. As she neared the edge of the area covered by the herbs, she stopped. "Bring him closer." The look of hatred on her face froze them in place in confusion. "Closer." She hissed. Unwillingly they stepped closer, dragging the human to the edge of the circle. "Stand him up," She commanded. "At least let him die like a man." The firbolg growled but stood him on his feet. She extended her hand and with the dagger's tip lifted his chin until his face could be seen. Bruises and cuts covered him. A lump on his cheek had swelled upwards to force closed his right eye. His lip was split and bleeding. She snarled as she looked upon him. She let his head drop forward as she drew back her blade to strike. Once, twice her blade darted, cutting not the human but the firbolg holding him. Even as they howled in pain, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled with all she had. As he fell toward her, she twisted and rolled with him until they were both fully within the circle. One firbolg was pulled partly within the circle. As he fell across the herbs, his skin began to burn and smoke. An unearthly howling filled the air as he twisted and jerked. As Lythse watched movement slowed and then stopped. Rystan was screaming at all of them to advance and attack but the still smoking body laying at the edge of the circle deterred even the bravest of the firbolg. Lythse turned her head to look at the human lying beside her. Swiftly she rose and began to access his injuries. Drawing herbs and salves from the pouches at her waist, she began to treat the many cuts and abrasions covering his body. She took two bottles of water from a large pouch and added herbs and powders to both. She set one to the side and sliding her arm beneath his head and raising it, held the second bottle to his lips. Slowly she tipped it, allowing a small amount to trickle into his mouth. Sip by sip she fed it to him. Soon his responses became stronger. Before long he began to twitch and come awake. Even as he stirred she heard a commotion behind her. Whirling she spotted Rystan lifting a firbolg and throwing him at the circle. The firbolg screamed as he fell across the herbs. The firbolg scattered as he lifted yet another and tossed him, attempting to build a bridge of bodies. Screams and curses filled the air as Rystan commanded his servants to throw themselves across the bodies. One, either braver or more slow-witted then the others, started running. He crossed the bodies and launched himself. Quickly she snatched up the second bottle and splashed some of the contents in his direction. Everywhere it touched him, his skin burst into flames. Rystan screamed in anger as he watched the remaining firbolg turn and run. He stood, his chest heaving, glaring at Lythse. "Looks like your alone now." She said, "Your servants seem to have no stomach for fighting. Now why don't you just scamper off after your dogs and creep back into the shadows!" Rystan threw back his head and bellowed his frustration. "This is not over. I won't allow you to fulfill the prophecy." "There's nothing you can do to stop it." She exclaimed, "Thanks to you, the search has ended successfully. All I have to do now is wait til daybreak to bond with him." Rystan glared as he slowly reached down, gathering a blade dropped by the fleeing firbolg. Lythse braced herself as he drew back to throw it. At the last second, his aim shifted and he threw at the man still lying behind her. Lythse lunged to place herself between the flying blade and the human. She cried out as the dagger pierced her flesh, embedding itself in her thigh. She clutched her leg with both hands, blood spurting from between her fingers. Rystan whirled, searching for another. Lythse knew she could not stop them all. Sooner or later he would get one past her and kill her human. Rystan cried out in triumph as he stooped to lift another. Lythse felt hands snatch her backwards as the human surged forward. She screamed in pain as he pulled the dagger from her leg and with all his strength, threw it just as Rystan turned, burying it to the hilt in his chest. Rystan arched up onto his toes, clutching the hilt with both hands. A look of shock and disbelief crossed his face as his legs gave way beneath him. He crumbled to the ground, twitching once and was still. Lythse lay where she fell when pushed, unable to even summon the energy needed to stop the bleeding from her wound. She could feel her life force pouring from her. Not far from her, the human kneeled, one hand clutching his head, the other bracing himself. At least he was safe. That was all that mattered. With Rystan gone the next call could be answered without such danger. She felt sadness that her people would have to wait another generation for the prophecy to be fulfilled. Time ran short for them now. Soon it would be too late. There had been such hope for her to be the one. She heard the human utter a curse as he turned his head and saw her lying there. Quickly he crawled over to her. He pulled the belt from his pants and wrapping it around her leg, twisted it tight to stop the bleeding. She fought back a wave of blackness as the pain overwhelmed her. "Don't pass out on me now lady. I need some answers here. Who are you and what the hell were those things attacking us? Never seen anything like that in my life. And who was that guy tossing the daggers?" Lythse shivered as his voice sang in her head. Her control over the call was slipping, her barriers weakening. She fought to contain it, the human must agree first. She could not force this. "Those were firbolg." She whispered. "They were trying to stop me from finding you." "Me? Why were you looking for me? I've never seen you before in my life. Hell, I've never seen anything like you in my life. What are you and where are we? This isn't my street. Last I remember was walking home and this mist comes up. Next thing I know those things are all over me." Lythse tried to answer him but her mouth refused to work. Forgive me she thought as her barriers crumbled and the call surged through her. Above her the human stiffened as he felt her mental shaft strike into his mind. He cried out as her mind invaded his. With a roar he lunged away from her. She felt him try to put up a barrier, but his untrained mind was no match. Desperately she tried to stop finally slamming the walls closed in her mind. She cried out as a flash of pain ran through her. It felt as if she had cut off part of her own mind. Her body convulsed as the recoil tore into her. She felt the blackness descending on her again and this time welcomed it. Greg moaned as he pressed the heal of his hands into his temples. He could sense thoughts and feeling running through his head that had no right's there. Everything was jumbled and incomplete, like a message missing parts. Hearing scuffling sounds, he looked up. He cursed as he saw her convulsing. He staggered back to her side and kneeling, tried to turn her to her side. Her body stiffened and with a final convulsion, fell limp. With horror, he realized she had stopped breathing. Franticly he felt for a pulse finding it faint and very fast. Even as he found it, it began to slow. Desperately he tilted her head back and pressing his lips to hers began to force air into her. Again and again he pushed breath after breath into her. Even as he fought to bring her back, he couldn't help but notice how soft her lips were. How they seemed to cling to his. Even as the thought consumed him, he felt a movement as she took a small breath. Again he forced air through her lips, allowing his to cling for a second. She took a shuddering breath as her body clenched. He gasped as she opened her eyes and he fell into the most beautiful blazing green he had ever seen. For a moment they remained unfocused and then came to bear on him. Horror filled her face as she realized who he was. She licked her lips and tried to speak. Coughing seized her as her throat rebelled. Feebly she plucked at a pouch at her waist. Greg opened it and found a bottle with what smelled like water. He held it to her lips and allowed a sip to pass to her. Again she licked her lips and this time managed to whisper. "Run. Get away... while you can. I don't know..... how long I.. can keep the... walls up." "I can't leave you here like this! You've lost too much blood. I need to get you to a hospital. "No," She gasped; " I only need..... to make it... til daylight. The sun.... will heal.... me." "Nonsense. The sun can't heal a wound like that. You must be in shock. Just lie there til I can get help." "No. Just run. The barriers.... are falling. I'm too.. weak to.... hold them," She whispered softly; "you have... to get.. away. The bond... must not.... be forced. You have to..... choose it." She groaned as she weakly tried to roll away from him. Firmly but gently he held her down. "What are you talking about? What bonding and why must I choose?" "Once... once every generation... a call is heard from... your wor.. world... The one called....... has to answer.... If the caller... is found...and consents.... a bonding... is formed... two... minds... become..." She gasped in pain. "become one......" "And you're the one answering the call.... But why me...... oh no.. not me. I'm not calling anyone. You got the wrong man. I'm just a nobody, ex-marine." "You're the one..... called to you... that's... that's why brought you.... use you.... force me bond..... Rystan.... If had ... reached.. out to you.... would have.... taken... mind... rather.... die....." She whispered so softly that he had to lean closer to hear her. "Rystan.... mother... taken so... forced....birth... him....." She started shuddering in pain. "The calllllll...." She cried out. "Run....." Greg started running without even thinking. At the edge of the light he stopped and looked back. She lay there, shaking and trembling in pain. He felt torn by the decision he had to make. He couldn't just leave her there hurt. She'd die in a short time if he did. But if what he remembered from the thoughts that had invaded his mind was to be believed then his world, the one he belonged in lay through the mist. A mist that would surely clear in the morning light. If he didn't go now then he may never be able to go back. But then again, what did he have to go back to? His career had ended when he started having memory lapses. His girl had walked out with his best friend. All that remained for him was an empty apartment and a lonely life. Making his choice, he turned back to her. Quickly reaching her side, he grasped her shoulders and shook her. "Stop it. Let them down, your hurting yourself. I choose, do you hear me, I choose. Tell me what to do. How do we bond?" Lythse barely heard him, the pain of holding her barriers consuming her mind. She felt his hands on her shoulders gripping tightly. One of his hands slid to the back of her head and gently lifted it. At first she couldn't believe it as she felt his lips touch hers, gently at first and then firmer, demanding from her. As she gasped, she felt his tongue slid between her teeth to explore her mouth. With a cry, the barriers collapsed within her mind, her thoughts and feelings flowing into his. This time there was no retreat as his mind surged to join hers. She could sense the excitement building within his body as the kiss deepened. Yet she knew her body couldn't withstand a full bonding now. Reluctantly she eased back, the call still surging through her. Hearing her thoughts, Greg loosed his grip and released her lips. He could feel her mind echoing in his. He knew what must be done now without having to be told. Gently he slid his arms beneath her and lifting her, began to stride in the direction she had come from. As the mist enveloped them he could feel her reassuring him. Swiftly he strode along. Slowly a glow began to build ahead of him. Bit by bit the mist began to clear. Soon he was striding into a meadow of flowers and grasses. Crossing to the center, he gently lay her down. Removing her cloak, he began to disrobe her. He untied the lacing holding her shirt together and eased it up and over her head. Her beauty took his breath away. Trembling, he reached out and lightly traced the edge of her breast with the tips of his fingers. Moaning, he closed his eyes and forced his need down. Knowing that he couldn't remove her breeches the same way, he drew her dagger and carefully began to cut them away. He took all but the part around the wound off and then wetting the material over it with the remaining water, he began to peel it back from the cut. He hissed as the bleeding started again, though sluggishly. He knew she could ill afford the loss. Working slowly and carefully, he removed the last piece of the cloth. Gently he wiped the wound and then stepped back so that her entire body was bathed in sunlight. As the sunlight caressed her, her body began to glow. He watched in amazement as the wound in her thigh began to close. Soon there was but a streak of red and as he watched, even that faded. Her breathing eased as her body healed, the marks of pain leaving her face. Peace settled on her features. His gaze traveled her, from her full, inviting lips, down her graceful neck. Her firm breasts softly shifted with each breath she took. Her ribs tapered into a slender waist, leading to flaring hips. He was surprised to see her mound was hairless. Then looking closer he saw that her body had no hair other then that on her head, brows and lashes. He wondered how she would react to seeing his body. He was as hairy as a bear. He was startled as she laughed, then grinned as he realized that she could hear what he was thinking. His brow arched up as he allowed what he was feeling to flow through his mind. He watched as her body reacted and knew that the need was consuming her as much as it was he. He chuckled as he saw her blush. He laughed out loud when she sent an image of a bear wearing clothes and dancing in circles. Her laughter joined his as she rolled to face him. His breath caught in his throat at the beauty of her bathed in sunlight. Her laughter stopped as the rush of the need ran through him. Slowly he stood and began to remove his clothes. Inch by inch his body was revealed. Her eyes followed his hands as her hunger for him grew every minute. Now that she had time to really look at him, she was amazed at what she saw. He stood at least three inches taller then she, with broad, strong shoulders. A deep chest was covered in thick curly hair thinning as it dipped down to his flat stomach, until it was no more than a trail leading below his breaches. Powerful hands gracefully undid the strange fastening and began to push them lower over his trim hips. He paused and her eyes traveled up again until they came to his. Deep blue gazed back at her, deeper then the sky above and glowing with heat. His hair hung just past his shoulders in waves of brown. Sky and earth together brought to life for her. Her hunger fed on the hunger in his mind. She let her eyes travel back down to see that he had slid his breaches to his feet. His manhood stood out, throbbing and full. Her body ached to feel him in her. The Call He slowly sank to his knees before her even as she rose to hers. They drifted closer, each leaning until only their lips touched. Gently at first, then as the hunger exploded within them, he reached out and placed a hand behind her head to press harder. Her mouth opened to him and his tongue delved deep into her heat. She shivered as he pressed his body to hers. The hair on his chest rubbed against her nipples causing them to tingle and peak. She moaned into his mouth as his other hand slid up to lightly squeeze her breast, his fingers finding the hard nub and tweaking it. He gasped as he felt the echo of her pleasure through their link. He pressed her back until she lay beneath him, soft and yet firm. His hands began to explore her body, touching and caressing, stroking her passion higher. He felt every time he touched a pleasure spot. Soon her mind was ablaze with heat, the need consuming her. Her hands began to touch and caress, stroking the curves of his muscles. His mouth found hers and he felt the thrill run through her as his tongue slid between her lips. Her hips rubbed against him as their passion consumed them. He traced his way lower, his fingers trailing fire. Across her belly to her hairless mound. Gently he cupped it in his hand, crying out with the echo of her heat in his mind. Softly he began to rub the lips of her pussy with the palm of his hand. She arched beneath him, pressing his hand against her harder. Slowly he allowed one finger to slip within and caress her center. Her mind blazed when he touched her clit, the feeling threatening to overcome her. She felt the echo of her own pleasure coming from his mind as they came closer to being one. She ran her hand down his back, kneading it as she went. She cupped his ass in her hand and pulled him to her. Her other hand passed to the front where she grasped his hard cock. They almost exploded as the ecstasy of her touch passed through their minds. They both knew that this would be short but intense. Greg fought for control, wanting to hold on to this as long as he could. He shifted his weight and slid his hand under her leg and lifted it. Letting her guide him, he gently pressed his cock to the lips of her cunt. She adjusted him until he was centered and held him steady as he pressed in. The feel of his cock stretching her open as he slid in, almost made her cum. Never had she felt anything like this. She felt his skin slide against hers and through their link felt hers sliding against his. She could feel the need rising in him, even as he could feel it in her. Their minds began to merge, even as their bodies did. Slowly he pushed deeper, the friction building a fire inside them. He was but halfway when he felt her hymen against the head of his cock. The shock of this made his passion die down a bit. He had not expected her to be virgin. He sent a question through their mind link. Swiftly he received reassurance. He began to thrust slowly in and out, pushing to but not against her barrier. He built up speed and heat, driving her deep into the feeling. Pulling back all the way, he swiftly thrust hard and broke her virginity. They both cried out at the slight pain. Never missing a stroke, he continued to pump in and out. Within seconds the pain had been forgotten as the friction built into pleasure. He leaned into her and slid his hands down to cup her ass and pull her into each stroke. Hungrily he latched onto her neck, biting and sucking. Her cries were steady as he drove into her. Her hands grasped at his back, clawing and scratching as the intensity built between them. Neither could have stopped now. Both felt their orgasm coming closer. Lightening flickered in their mind as they approached the edge. He felt her explode as her orgasm overtook her, the heat driving him over the edge. Their minds merged into one. He/she felt his/her hot cum spurting into his/her womb even as her/his cunt began to squeeze his/her cock. Their orgasm took over their bodies and consumed them. For a moment, neither Greg nor Lythse existed, Only a single life made up of them both. Yet even this could not last forever. Soon their minds separated as their bodies collapsed, leaving a pathway between them. They were both panting heavily and trembling in the aftermath of their passion. With a groan, Greg slowly slipped from her and rolled to the side. Gently he gathered her to him and held her close. As they nestle to each other he thought of the things he'd learned from her mind during the merge. The prophecy intrigued him. "Do you think we might be the ones to fulfill the prophecy?" He asked. "We will know soon. My people can sense when life starts within us soon after it happens." She answered. "Why is a halfling so important? I mean, I love the idea of starting a child with you, but how can that change our worlds?" "A child that has the blood of both our people can bridge the gap between the worlds, bringing them together again. Our world is beautiful but it slowly dies for lack of something that was taken in the split of our worlds. Your world is thriving but lacks the ability to be one with your world and each other. If we can bring our two worlds back together then the needs of one will be filled by the other and both will be stronger. Soon after they will become one." "Do you think you can be with child now? I mean, well, maybe we should make sure." He said with a twinkle in his eye. "Why, I do believe you may be right." She said with a smile. "I believe we should try as often as we can, just to make sure of course. After all, the fate of our worlds depends on this." Their laughter rang out as they held each other. Soon the laughter turned to moans as they merged their lives together again. No matter what the future held for them, they would face it together. Lives and souls intertwined forever. *To be continued... The Call She felt a twinge in her panties as she took a deep breath and dropped them to the floor. She climbed up on the bed, picked up the phone, and began to dial. She dialed slowly, first the area code, then the next three digits, then the last four, pausing between each number. She was surprised by her nervousness and excitement. After all, she had spoken to him hundreds of times before. But, this was going to be their first telephone conversation and she had big plans. She smoothed her dark, silky hair and glanced over her shoulder to check her make-up in the mirror above her dresser. She felt silly as she noticed what she was doing, it was just a phone call she thought to herself. The phone seemed to ring for an eternity before she heard his familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Hello" he casually answered. "Hey baby" she softly said in her sweetest little-girl voice. She could almost feel his smile as he recognized who it was. He was so excited to hear from her, he loved her deeply and their distance was almost more than he could bear. Just the sound of her young voice made his cock twitch. She cracked a slight smile as she glanced on the bed beside her. They had played some games before with normal household items, turning them into sex toys. It made her feel so naughty, in such an amazing way. "Baby, I went on a scavenger hunt right before I called you" she told him coyly. She knew what it would do to him knowing his sweet, little, girlfriend was about ready to turn into his kinky, little, play-toy. She had selected a few things to tease him (and herself) with. A long, thick cucumber, a small metal flashlight, a couple of clothespins, a bottle of baby oil, and a jar of Vicks VapoRub. Before he had a chance to ask about the things she found to play with, she lowered the phone from her ear. She laid the receiver between her parted thighs and began to dip her fingers into her dripping pussy. She slid them in and out and swirled them around. She wanted him to know just how excited she got thinking about him. He had begun slowly stroking his cock when she told him of her scavenger hunt. Hearing her "wet noises", as he had once referred to them, was almost more than he could take. He nearly shot his load, but he held back. He wanted to cum with her and he knew she was only just beginning. She brought the phone back to her ear, smiling, she heard him breathing heavily. She had succeeded, he now wanted her as badly as she wanted him. "Did ya like that baby?" she whispered into the phone. He composed himself and let out a low groan "Mmmmm, yes sweetheart, that was amazing, you are driving me crazy" he said through a smile. They were in sync now, their bodies and minds completely in tune and focused on the other. He decided it was time for him to take charge. "Baby" he said in a slightly gruff tone "grab that bottle of Vicks, I want you to rub that on your nipples as you pinch and pull them for me," he smiled "don't be gentle, you know I wouldn't be". She did as he instructed her to do. The tingling from the Vicks mixed with the pain of manhandling her nipples sent bolts of electricity directly to her now hard clit. She let out little whimpers and moans as her delicate fingers danced across her little pink nubs. As she looked at the bed beside her she knew what was coming next. Just them he interrupted her sweet little sounds of pleasure… "Ready?" he questioned her. "Mmmmm Hmmmm" was all she could manage to answer. "Good" he chuckled "now baby, take those clothespins and put them on each nipple, imagine they are my teeth, biting down hard…" he trailed off. She clamped the clothespins over each nipple. She winced in pain letting out a loud moan. She was positively dripping now, her wetness running down the crack of her ass. She dipped a finger back into the Vicks bottle and brought her hand to her pussy. Her finger hovering over her throbbing clit. She giggled as she began to speak. "Baby, I'm ready to move the Vicks down a little further" "Go ahead" he coaxed "rub that Vicks into that hard little clit for me baby". Before he had finished speaking her finger full of Vicks was circling her clit. She rubbed furiously. The intensity was mind boggling. She didn't have a chance to tell him as she erupted into her first orgasm of the night. She cried out as her body jerked and her legs shook. She continued rubbing harder and faster. She needed him so badly. She exploded again, screaming and panting. She sank into the pillows and gently massaged her pussy lips. Her clit was almost too sensitive to touch. "Who told you that you could come?" he teased. He always wanted her to experience as much pleasure as possible and she knew that. "What now?" she breathed into the phone smiling. "Are your fingers wet?" he asked. She brought her hand up to the phone and wiggled her fingers together. "Yes, you could say that" she grinned. "Great!" he exclaimed "now I want you to rub that sweet, sweet pussy juice over that tight little asshole of yours, press on it a little, then shove your finger in, get it good and ready for me" he instructed. She did exactly as directed. She loved hearing him tell her what to do. With him leading her she reached now levels of pleasure, things she had never before experienced or known to be possible. She pushed her slippery little finger into her ass and with his coaching began to slide it in and out. "Tell me when that is comfortable baby" he said "in, out, in out, innnn, out, innnn, out, in, out, in, out, in, outtt, in, outtt…" he trailed off again. "I'm comfortable" she moaned. "Okay baby" he smiled "now take that body oil and smooth it on that flashlight, you can rub a little extra on your ass too, tell me when you are ready" he sat quietly stroking his cock, anxiously anticipating taking her ass. She picked up the flashlight and warmed the cold metal in her hand for a few seconds. Then she drizzled the sweet smelling oil onto the flashlight. She dropped her hand between her legs and rubbed a little on her ass. "Mmmm, I'm ready baby" she moaned softly. "Press it against your little hole baby" he softly guided her "now push it in, push it all the way in baby girl, take the whole thing in your ass" he began stroking his cock faster. Oh how he wanted to be there shoving it into her tight little ass. She pushed it all in, up to where it started to get bigger, after all, she had to have something to hold on to. She pumped her homemade anal dildo in and out of her ass. She couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have her ass violated. His voice broke her concentration. "Grab your cucumber baby" he said "grab it and shove it in that tight little pussy baby, hard". She picked up the large cucumber. She wet the end of it, running it up and down her slit. She circled it around the entrance to her little love-hole and then thrust it inside of herself. She rammed it all the way in. She moaned and her breathing became quicker and more shallow. Her pussy was extra tight with the flashlight in her ass. She could feel them rubbing together through the wall that separated them. The feeling was intense, amazing, and like nothing else. She reached up to remove the clothespins from her nipples. As she released her nipples from their grip blood rushed to them. The throbbing ache was painful, it added to the intensity she was already feeling. The pressure was building and she desperately needed to cum again. "Oh god, fuck me!" she screamed "Fuck me hard baby" she moaned as she pumped the cucumber in and out of her pussy. Her bucking hips pressing the flashlight into her a little more every time she met the bed. "Oh god, I'm going to cum" she moaned loudly "Yes baby, cum" he groaned " cum with me" he let out a long deep groan and with that they let go. Their bodies taking over, releasing every last drop of built up sexual tension. "Oh my god" she whimpered over and over. "You okay?" he grinned. "Uh-huh" she breathed, still trying to recover. "That was awesome" she smiled. "Yes baby it was" he agreed. "Thank you so much for calling, it was so . . . Unexpected" he continued to smile. "You are so welcome, we are gonna have to do that more often" she giggled. "Next time, I make the scavenger hunt list for you" he chuckled. With that they exchanged I Love You and fell asleep, both wishing they were in the others arms. The Call The message light was blinking on his answering machine as he walked through the door. Another twelve hour shift at the plant had left him mentally drained, but there was still plenty of spring in his step. Besides, he had the whole next week off to enjoy life and mentally recharge. He was looking forward to getting outside and pushing his body to limit instead of his mind. Hanging his coat on the back of a chair, he pushed the message button to listen to what would probably be another charity asking for a donation or one of his credit card companies offering him a great deal if he used their card. At best it would be his mother or father asking him to come and visit since they knew he had the next week off. "Hello Mark. This is Staci from accounting at work. I know we don't know each other real well, but I am hoping you can help me out with a problem at my house. I know this is sudden, but I know deep down that you are the best man to fix my problem. I know you have to work till six and probably wouldn't be able to get here before eight at the earliest, so all I ask is that if you can't or won't come, to please call me back at 7878. If I don't hear from you, I hope to be expecting you between eight and nine. Oh, I almost forgot, I live at 221 Oak Street. Please park in the driveway and come to the side door between the house and the garage." Glancing at the clock on the wall, he saw it was now 6:30 and he had at least an hour until he would need to leave. He had already decided to go, if for no other reason, to see exactly what her problem was. Besides, it would give him something to do with his evening. He was relatively sure she was the cute little blond with the long hair who sometimes brought purchase orders out to the factory floor. If he was correct, she was only about five feet tall, but endowed with a more than ample chest for her height and frame. He seriously doubted if she even weighed a hundred pounds with her clothes on. Two hours later he was standing at her side door reading a note she had left for him. "Please let yourself in when you get here and come to the kitchen," it read. No reason not to go in, he thought to himself, as he opened the door. Quietly he walked down the tiled hallway looking for the kitchen and Staci. He found the kitchen quickly, but Staci was not there, just an envelope with his name on it. He wasn't sure if he was starting to feel annoyed or was still curious at this stage with the little games she was playing with him. As the envelope shredded in his hands, he knew he had switched to the annoyed side of his emotions. Unfolding the letter, he started reading its contents. Dear Mark, Thank you for being so cooperative and coming to my house tonight. I don't really know where to start, so I will just blurt it out right now. I want to be your slave. I was asking the guys at work about you to see if you were involved with anyone and found out from them that you would only date submissive women. I am the woman for you. Ever since I have had sexual feelings towards men, I have wanted them to take charge of me. Even as I write this, I feel my juices flowing from the thought of you using me for your pleasure. I want to be the woman you use and abuse for your pleasure. I am waiting for you naked on my knees in the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Please, I beg of you, allow me to have the opportunity to prove my willingness to serve you in any capacity you desire. Your every wish will be my command to fulfill. Treat me as you would treat the lowest possible slave you could own. I am yours to do completely as you wish with. Lovingly yours, Staci Somewhat taken back by the content of the letter, I had to read it twice to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Somewhere through the second reading, my feeling of annoyance had changed to lust. It had been longer than I would like to admit since I had thoroughly enjoyed a woman. She easily possessed the physical aspects I liked on a woman, and if she was as willing as she said in her letter, it was not an opportunity I was going to pass on. It was not a hard decision to make on my part. Leaving my coat on the back of a kitchen chair, I walked down the hall to the last door. The door knob turned easily in my grasp as I opened the door to the bedroom. I didn't bother to knock; a master doesn't knock when entering a room housing a slave. There she knelt with her hands on her widely split thighs. Her large breasts were capped with pink nipples and sagged nicely from their own weight. Her cunt was clean shaven and also very pink. The smell of her heat wafted in the air, tantalizing me even more. Her gaze remained directed towards the floor and my feet as I walked towards her. She did not say a word as I came to stand directly in front of her. Up close I could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs. Her lips were swollen like her nipples which seemed to grow under my gaze. I liked the way her long hair cascaded down her back, easily reaching her ass. "You belong at the feet of a master." "Thank you, master," she replied in a timid voice. "I knew you would be able to see me for what I am." "You appear to be very aroused." "Yes, master." "What do you think we should do about your predicament?" "We should do whatever my master wishes to do. I am here to give you pleasure as you desire to receive it. My needs are not important." "That is an acceptable answer," I replied as I crouched down in front of her. She trembled as she watched my hands approach her breasts. Her intake of breath was sharp as my hard calloused fingers closed upon her tender nipples. She moaned as I rolled them between my fingers. "What do you think of this as a way to give pleasure to myself?" "Harder, please do it harder." I could not believe my good fortune. Not only had I found a natural slave, but one who found their greatest pleasure while being subjugated to pain. There would be almost nothing I could not do with her. The harder I was with her, the more likely it would give her pleasure. Releasing her left nipple, my right hand sought the very center of her womanhood. Almost lifting her off her knees, I forced three of my fingers into her cunt with no warning. As she struggled to maintain her balance, I used her left breast as a grip to steady her. With her impaled on my fingers, I scraped down her sensitive clit with my thumb nail. As I worked my fingers inside of her to loosen her up, I searched for that hidden spot deep in her cunt. Finding it was easy as her whole body jerked upright as my finger grazed over it. Mission accomplished, I lowered my head to hers as I used my free hand to pull her head back. Our lips met as I devoured her mouth with mine. Slowly I raped her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue deep into her open mouth as my fingers and thumb worked her cunt without mercy. Her release came fast under my forceful assault. As she quivered in my arms, I continued to work her sensitive clit, driving her to even higher levels of sensitivity. I was curious if she would be able to go from one orgasm into another. Testing her limits, I bit down hard on a very swollen nipple. I was rewarded by a very audible moan, signaling her ascent into her second orgasm. My juice covered hand pulled free from her contracting cunt with a slurping sound. Our eyes made contact as I raised it up between us. An unspoken command passed between us as she began to lick her juices from it. Her delicate tongue slipped between my fingers when it wasn't using broad strokes to clean up every drop. Each finger was suckled deep into her mouth to guarantee its cleanliness. Watching and feeling her clean my hand was the last straw for me. Standing up swiftly, I pulled her to her feet and propelled her onto the bed. My shirt left my body as buttons gave their life and were scattered across the room. My shoes and pants quickly followed without being ruined at least. Rolling her unto her back, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and onto my cock all in the same motion. Standing there, I held her by her waist as I used her body to slack my lust. Each contact of our bodies made a slapping sound as my thighs made contact with her ass cheeks. I could feel her cunt muscles tightening around my cock as sheer rawness of our mating drove her still sensitive body into yet another orgasm. It was all I needed to go over the edge myself. Coming to a complete standstill, I shot jets of thick cum deep in her cunt. Basking in the after glow, I noticed how her skin was covered in sweat and had blushed to a bright pink hue. Meanwhile, the muscles of her cunt continued to spasm around my cock, milking me dry while her body attempted to return to a more normal state. Feeling my cock returning to at least a sensitivity level which was bearable to tolerate movement, I slowly pulled free of her body. Our combined fluids glistened in the muted light of her bedroom along its length. A drop of cum slowly formed at the tip as my cum continued to seep from my body, a drop to be shared with her. Effortlessly, I spun her small body around on the bed until her head hung over the side. Her tongue darted out to catch my cum just as the drip was ready to break away. Moaning with pleasure, she diligently began to clean my member with her tongue as best she could in her current position. Feeling pity for her, I eased her burden by thrusting forward, pushing myself deep into her mouth. It felt so good; I continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. Adjusting my position, I was able to position myself so that I could hold her head steady and at an angle for maximum penetration. Each stroke had me sliding into her throat easily. Effortlessly, she deep throated me; or rather her throat accepted me. She really didn't have much of a choice and just continued to moan as I used her mouth. I really didn't think I would be able to cum again, but I was definitely wrong. The visual stimulation of fucking her mouth along with the vibration of her moans brought me to the magical plane of orgasm again. Pulling out until the tip rested on her upper lip, I watched my cum shoot into her gaping mouth. While not nearly as much as the first time, it was just as powerful in feeling. Grasping myself, I milked the remaining drops into her mouth as she attempted to swallow everything head still hanging over the side of the bed. The last few drops I smeared on her outstretched tongue. "I think you have the potential to be an adequate slave, Staci," I told her after I had allowed her to move until she was kneeling at my feed again. "Thank you, master," she whispered. "We will make a weekend of it. I can think of a great many more ways to enjoy the fruits you have to offer. But right now I'm hungry and tired, so go fix me something to eat. After that I'm going to sleep for awhile, until I'm ready to continue your training."