7 comments/ 173543 views/ 1 favorites First "O" By: MathGirl I could hardly wait to put on the beautiful new things John given me, but I carefully showered and shaved even though I couldn't find even the tiniest trace of roughness on my legs or underarms. I didn't want him to feel anything but smooth skin when he touched me, and I wanted him to touch me a lot. All his touches so far had been exciting and wonderful. I wasn't absolutely positive, but I was pretty sure that I'd like him touching me all over. Everywhere. I was almost certain I'd like that. A lot. I was sure he was going to do it, too, and that was a nice thing to anticipate, being touched and wondering how it would feel. I had heard girls in the dorm talking about not letting their boyfriends go too far, but the idea of not letting John do anything he wanted to me never entered my mind. I don't think the concept of 'going too far' applies to John. After drying myself thoroughly, brushing my teeth, and getting my ponytail into a blue scrunchy to match the robe and nightie, I was ready to try on my sexy new outfit. Me, sexy. I sure never thought anyone would think I'd look good in clothes like these. Well, I guess they're not really clothes. They're not pajamas either, so I don't know what they are exactly. I guess he thinks I'm sexy, considering how kissing me makes his pants bulge. I'll sure try to be sexy. No, I don't know anything about how to be sexy, and if I try I'll just look foolish. Best to just be myself and wear what he wants me to. I'm sure he knows what he likes, and he seems to like me more than I could have ever hoped. I hope I'll live up to his expectations. I know I'll do absolutely anything he wants. Anything. I may have lived a sheltered life and gone to all girls' schools with nuns for teachers, but I'm a woman now. I'm eighteen and legally an adult. I know I'm naive, but I'm definitely ready to start catching up. First I put on the nightie. There was a ribbon at the throat to tie it closed, but I couldn't find anything else to tie, snap, or button. I guess that's the way it's supposed to be. It took three tries to get it tied in a perfect bow. I had never had anything like that before and didn't really know quite what it was all about. It's pretty obvious that it isn't meant to cover or to keep warm, it hardly covers my behind. I think it's just for fun, and this is about the most fun I've ever had! I stepped into those tiny little panties and found that they stretched to fit perfectly, but they sure didn't cover very much of me. The only panties I had ever worn were the up-to-the-navel cotton kind that my mother bought for me at Penney's. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and could see my nipples showing faintly pink through the gauzy pale blue fabric of the nightie. John's going to see me like this, and sooner or later, he's going to want the panties off me. What is he going to think? He's almost twice my age and is used to really mature women. I was very concerned that John would laugh at me, think I was abnormal or terribly juvelile when he saw me without any panties on. The problem was that I didn't have any pubic hair. Oh, there was a little puff of curly blonde fuzz up on the mound, but nothing you could call real hair. It was almost invisible because it was sparse and just as light as the hair on my head. When I showered in the dorm, all the other girls had hair down there, mostly dark, and it hid the most private parts, which were down between their legs, anyway. When I looked at myself, though, the cleft down there seemed to be right out in front, and without any hair everything showed. I had been dreading him seeing me with no clothes on, but I knew that was a part of loving and that it would happen sooner or later. I just decided to make the best of it, and hope he wouldn't think it was too awful. The absolutely worst thing that could happen would be for him to change his mind about the whole thing because I wasn't even old enough or mature enough to have pubic hair. I knew I was old enough, but I just hadn't gotten around to growing any. I stepped into the slippers. They were lovely, luxurious, only a tiny little bit too big, and, when I looked in the mirror, they seemed to make my legs look longer and more shapely. Not bad, Diane. You look so good, maybe he won't notice that you don't have any pubic hair. No, he'll notice. Maybe he'll like the rest of me so much that he won't care about the hair. I put a tiny dab of my new White Shoulders behind each ear and put on that wonderful new dressing gown. The sleeves were about an inch too long, but otherwise it fit perfectly. In the mirror, with the robe and mules, I thought I looked quite sophisticated and maybe even a little sexy. I just hope John thinks so and doesn't pay any attention to the pubic hair. My ponytail doesn't seem quite right with these clothes. I think ponytails are for kids, and I'm not a kid anymore. I think it's about time I get a new hairstyle. When I got to the den the only light in the room was from the fireplace. John saw me and stood, looking at me, then turned on a dim light next to his chair. I turned around so he could see me in my new robe and slippers from all angles. Then he smiled and held his arms out, and I came eagerly to him. He didn't say anything, but just took me in his arms and I stood on my tiptoes while he kissed me very tenderly. After a moment I wanted to be kissed more deeply, so I used my arms to pull myself up to him. He then slid his hands down my back, under my bottom, and lifted me right off the floor, kissing me passionately. Wow, what a kiss! Mmm He finally put me down, but our kiss continued, and he put his hand between us and untied the belt of my robe. He put his hands inside the robe, parted it, and put his arms around me inside the robe. That felt wonderful. Then, while we were still kissing, John slid the robe off my shoulders and I lowered my arms so it slipped down and off me onto the floor. The silk made a swish. I sure didn't have my new robe on very long. I have a feeling that John bought it just so he could take it off me. That thought would have made me giggle if I wasn't being kissed. I got my arms back around him, and he broke our kiss and held me very tightly against him. He was breathing into my ear as he hugged me, and I could feel his bulge poking me. He whispered that he wanted to see how I looked in my new nightie, and he sat back down in his chair. I had never been looked at that way before, and I felt very awkward but kind of excited, too. I could feel myself blush, but I turned around to model the nightie. I feel like my nipples are shining through this thin fabric, and I know he can see my bottom right through the nightie and panties when I turn around. John seemed to sense my discomfort, because he turned off the lamp and told me to come and sit on his lap. I carefully sat myself down crosswise in his lap, and I immediately felt a lot better with his arms around me. I'm even closer to him like this, but at least I don't feel like I'm standing naked on display. I guess I have to be naked to ........ uhhhh ....... well ..... do it, but I sure hope the lights are off. All my embarrassment evaporated when our lips met. I was in his arms, my arms were around him, he was warm against me, and our lips and tongues were doing marvelous things. John stopped kissing just long enough to whisper that he loved me, and he was kissing me again before I had time to return the sentiment. This was definitely the most intimate and passionate thing we had ever done together, and my feeling of embarrassment changed to pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Mmm I opened my mouth wider, put my hand behind John's head, and kissed him back, hard. I pulled his head to me, stuck my tongue way into his mouth, and I didn't even care when our teeth clashed together. I noticed that I was making little noises into John's mouth without even intending to. This was the first time I had ever really felt passion, and it was like I had been struck by lightning! So this is what it's all about! Wow!!! I think something just happened that has changed me forever. Now I'm absolutely, positively certain that I will like John touching me. All over. I could feel my nipples harden, there was a kind of tingling wetness down between my legs, and I wanted more, more, MORE. John's hand moved to my boob, and I moaned a little into his mouth at the pleasure I felt when he rubbed my nipple between his finger and thumb. I found myself wanting something. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I sure wanted it. John broke our kiss and told me to get up. Then he led me to the couch which he had pulled up close to the fire. Wearing only this nightie makes me feel barer than if I was stark naked. Not a bad feeling, though. Kind of ........ what? Exciting. Yeah, I feel excited, but in a new way. It sure isn't that jumping-up-and -down excited feeling, but something deeper, more serious, better. Whatever it is, it's a lovely feeling. I wonder what happens next. I'm glad John knows what to do, because I don't have a clue. Whatever it is, I'll bet I'm going to like it. A lot. John had put a pillow at the end of the couch and told me to lie down. He kneeled on the floor, leaned over me, and told me he loved me and that I looked good enough to eat. I said, 'I love you, Darling, and I'm glad you like the way I look. Kiss.' I pulled him down for a long kiss. He pulled the ottoman from his chair over to the couch. John then untied the little ribbon which held my nightie closed, parted it, and kissed me on the throat. Ohhhhh, that feeeeeelllls soooo goooooood. He whispered, 'I'm going to open my present now.' He kissed from my throat back to my mouth, and my lips and tongue were eagerly waiting for his. I'm not sure exactly what's about happen, but I think it's going to be wonderful. He kissed back down to my throat and went lower until his mouth was between my boobs. When he started kissing the inside of one of them, I whispered that I wished my boobs were bigger for him. He said he thought they were perfect, and that someone my size would look pretty silly with D-cup breasts. I tried to picture that and giggled, and he said that they were too pretty to be called 'boobs.' 'You have breasts, Honey, not boobs.' I decided to think of them as 'breasts' from then on. He kissed each breast gently and whispered that the skin there was like warm silk. I loved hearing that. When his lips brushed my nipple, I gasped, and when he took it between his lips I felt something like a little electric pulse of pleasure. He sucked the nipple between his lips, and I could feel it swell and grow in his warm mouth. He stopped sucking for a moment and asked if I liked that. I whispered, 'Oh, I love it, Darling. Please do it some more.' He resumed and soon moved to the other nipple. Mmm He said my nipples were the prettiest and pinkest he had ever seen. He called them 'puffy,' whatever that meant. And I used to be embarrassed about having pink nipples! John likes them that way, so I'll be proud of them being pink and puffy. John's lips left my breasts and kissed lower, down onto my stomach. He put the tip of his warm, wet tongue into my belly button and that tickled, but in a very nice way. He kissed lower and lower until he came to the top of those tiny panties. He told me to lift up so he could take them off, and I said, 'John, this is embarrassing.' He said, 'Why? Don't I get to see you without your panties? It's going to be hard for us to be very intimate if you keep them on. Impossible if you want to learn about sex.' 'Well,' I said, 'I'm not like other girls down there, and it's embarrassing.' 'What do you mean, Honey? Your pussy?' 'Yeah,' I whispered, ' Ummm ........ down there.' 'Say 'pussy,' Honey.' 'Ahhh ........ pussy,' I said, very softly. 'Say 'pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy.' I couldn't help but giggle, and I said, 'pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,' between giggles. He touched the tip of one nipple with his finger and said, 'breast.' He then touched my panties right about where my split starts and said, 'pussy.' 'Now,' he said, 'You do it.' Giggling, I said 'breast' when he touched my nipple and 'pussy' when he touched my ... well..... my pussy. He said, 'Now that we have that cleared up, are you going to tell me what the problem is? I'm going to have your pants off sooner or later, but if you would rather I didn't tonight, that's okay.' 'It isn't that I don't want you to,' I whispered. 'It's just that I'm .... ahhhh.... It's that I hardly have any hair down there, and it looks funny.' He said, 'I can't see how that would look funny. It sounds very nice to me. I've always thought a woman looks and feels a lot nicer without pubic hair, but it's usually too much trouble to keep it shaved. Would you let me look?' 'Of course you can look, I just hope you won't think I'm too juvenile or abnormal or something. I really am grown up, it's just that my hair down there is taking some time to catch up with the rest of me.' He didn't say anything more, but had me lift my behind off the couch while he pulled my panties down over my hips and down my legs and off over my feet. My face and neck felt hot, and I knew I was blushing furiously. Here I am with this wisp of a nightie covering only my shoulders. The rest of me is stark naked. Well, I do still have those pretty slippers on my feet. At least the lights aren't on, just the fireplace. My God, I never thought I would ever be like this with anyone. John looked at me and said, 'Diane, you have the loveliest little pussy I have ever seen. A pussy as lovely and smooth as that just begs to be kissed, and that's exactly what I'm going to do'. I've always thought it was ugly, and he thinks it's beautiful. I was worried for nothing! Why would he want to kiss me .................. down there? I still feel pretty embarrassed, being in my birthday suit like this. I don't know what to think or feel. I sure wish I knew more about all this. I'm afraid I got myself in way over my head. I sure can't back out now, though, and I don't think I'd want to, anyway. He nuzzled the little puff of hair on my mound and kissed right down to the top of my cleft and onto my upper thighs. Then he pulled my hips over towards him so that my bottom was near the edge of the cushion. He then pulled the ottoman over to the couch. He took my right leg, lifted it over his head, bent my knee, and put my foot on the ottoman. Then he pushed my left leg away, bent the knee and I was I was lying there with that thin nightie covering only my shoulders, totally naked otherwise, with my legs spread wide, knees high. He sure has a good view of everything I have. This isn't as awkward as I thought it would be, though. It's kind of exciting. He obviously likes what he sees. I wonder what he's going to do. His kisses started again on my inner thigh, about half way up from my knee. Mmmmm, nice. When his lips got closer and closer to my .......... uh ......... pussy, I whispered, 'What are you going to do, Darling?' He said he was going to taste me as if I were a fine wine, and that I was going to love it. This is all new to me, but I'm going to let him do absolutely anything to me he wants. I'm all his to do with as he pleases; anything. If he says I'm going to love it, I can hardly wait to find out what 'it' is. I guess I can't get in too far over my head as long as John's in charge. He wouldn't do anything I couldn't handle. I've always been such an independent person, and it's kind of hard to believe that I've turned myself over to anyone so completely. John isn't just 'anybody,' though, and it seems completely natural. I love it. I love that my body pleases him. I love what he does to my body and how it makes me feel. I love him, love him, love him. Mmm, that feels nice. His lips and tongue finally reached my outer lips, and what he was doing started feeling very good. I opened my eyes and raised my head, trying to see exactly what he was doing, but that part of me was mostly hidden from my view. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue reaching into the split between my lips and start working up and down, spreading them. Then his tongue found my entrance, probed gently and it started feeling very, very good. The tip of his tongue sort of explored inside a little ways, and the further in it went, the better it felt. It didn't really seem like something he would want to do, but I was enjoying it more and more. Ohhhhh, that's nice. I think I'm going to want him to do this a lot. Mmm There was a tingling feeling that I had never experienced before. He raised his head, looked up into my eyes and said, 'Baby, your pussy is absolutely delicious. I love it.' I said, 'Your tongue is doing wonderful things to my pussy, Darling, and I hope you aren't going to stop.' In answer to that he started sliding his tongue up and down the length of my cleft again. Then his tongue found my button! I knew the right name was 'clitoris', but I had always thought of it as my button. I had discovered a long time before that rubbing it gently with my moistened finger was very pleasurable, and it was even better if I put a little lotion on my finger first. I had been doing it a couple of times a week at night in bed before going to sleep for several years. I knew that was called masturbation, and the nuns said it was a sin, but it felt so good so that I did it anyway. I had examined my button using a little mirror and knew it was firmer than the other things down there, it was covered with a sort of protective hood of skin, and it swelled up and peeked its head out when I rubbed it. I didn't know what my button could really do, though, until John's tongue found it. He obviously knew exactly what to do with a clitoris, because he started licking lightly from its top to the little head. It was if my whole body came alive when he did that. I thought I could feel it swelling under his tongue, and I knew the little head must be peeking out. I didn't do it voluntarily, but I jerked and could hear myself go Ohh and Mmm as he licked my button. He stopped and asked if he was hurting me, and I answered by putting my hands on his head and pulling him back down to give me more. He started licking again, and then I could feel him sucking my button in and out between his lips. Nothing had prepared me for what I was feeling. It feels good when I rub it with my finger, but it was never like this! That feels so good, it's almost scary. If he keeps that up I don't know what's going to happen. If it feels any better, I think I'll go crazy! I was at a level of pleasure that I had never explored before, and it just kept getting more and more exciting and intense. About the time I thought I was going to scream, his tongue left my button and started exploring my entrance again. That felt very good, but less intense. It was almost a relief from the urgency I had been feeling. He continued to explore inside me, and found a spot in there that, when he licked with the tip of his tongue, felt incredibly good. Exciting in a way that was completely unfamiliar. When his tongue went back to my button, I was immediately gasping with pleasure again. He licked me there for a while, and just as I was about to go crazy, he slid his tongue back inside me. Back and forth between button and vagina he went until I was breathing in pants and gasps. First "O" He licked the button a few times, then raised his head and said, 'I'm not going to stop this time, Honey, so you just let it go. Don't hold back.' I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was incapable of asking about it. He then sucked my button in between his lips, held it there, and started flicking it with the tip of his tongue. After a little of this, I could hear myself moaning and, without my conscious control, my hips were raised against his mouth. I was just about delirious with pleasure, and I dimly remembered what he said about 'letting it go.' I was beginning to understand what he had meant, so I just let the pleasure and excitement carry me. And did it ever carry me! There was a roaring in my head like I was standing next to a waterfall, and I heard bells ringing loudly in my ears. Suddenly I just couldn't take any more; the excitement was just too intense. Something happened right then, like a dam bursting, and my whole body and brain were immersed in an incredible sea of pleasure. It just flowed through me from head to toe. I'm not sure, but I think I may have yelled. I know I had no control over whatever I did. This feeling of ultimate excitement and pleasure had just reached a peak, and I was held there for what seemed a long time. Just when I thought I couldn't stand in any longer, the intensity eased, and I seemed to sort of slowly slide back to earth from wherever I had been. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh When I regained my senses, I was exhausted from what I had just experienced. That must be what Becky calls 'going over.' I sure went over something! Wow! I opened my eyes and looked down to see John kissing my mound and looking up at me. He pulled my leg from the ottoman over his head and back onto the couch, and slid up to where he could kiss me. I could taste my ........ pussy on his lips and tongue. Not a bad taste at all. A little salty and very sexy. I like that taste on him, the taste of me. He asked me if I was okay, and I could only say, 'Wonderful, Darling. What happened to me? I've never felt anything like that before.' 'I believe you just had an orgasm, Honey,' he whispered. 'What to you think?' I said, 'I think I love you. I had no idea you could do that to me, that I could do that, no idea anything could feel so wonderful. Whatever it was, it was my first time. Did I scream? I felt like I was going to.' 'No, I wouldn't call it a scream, exactly. Anyway, that's no time to control your emotions. It's best to make all the noise you feel like. I love it.' I had never felt so relaxed and peaceful. It was the intensity of my experience had away all my anxieties and cares. I knew that I would have many climaxes in the future, but I also knew that I would never forget my first. ________________________________ Feedback always appreciated, votes too. First of a New Race After a long ordinary day of shopping and overspending with her friend Melissa, Kim flopped down on her bed and fell asleep immediately. Dreaming of the gorgeous Melissa, auburn hair that flowed to the small of her back, piercing blue eyes, her full D cup breast heaving as she breathed and her firm ass swaying from side to side as she walked away. She had only one flaw, she had a boyfriend. Kim felt a slight tugging on her inner thighs and she payed no attention to it as she felt it in her dark dream of her forbidden love Melissa. After hours of her lustful dream she was awoken and was shocked to see she was not in her cozy bedroom. Instead she was in a drab gray room with no visible doors or windows. In a chair in a shadowed corner there sat a man. Face obscured by darkness from the mouth up, she could not make out his features except his wicked lips that looked as soft as any she'd ever seen. He was wearing loose shorts and was bare chested revealing his ripped upper body, an odd reddish brown complexion that was unnatural for a human, without a single hair. A voice that could've only have been the man's boomed in her mind but his lips did not move. It said, "Don't struggle I do not wish to harm you but I will if I must." It was only then that she noticed the metal bands around her wrists keeping them straight out from her body and around her ankles and knees that kept her legs spread wide. She also looked down to see she was completely naked, exposed to the man in the chair. He stepped out of his chair revealing his face good, masculine features but Kim was never attracted to men. Trembling in fear because she was bound naked on the floor and expecting what was to come. He walked towards her stopping halfway to shed his shorts, a huge cock stood erect easily ten inches in length. Then he continued walking froward completely naked. The floor beneath her became a thick fluid, she struggled to move her legs and arms but to her dismay they were still held still by the metal bands. The fluid moved her to a kneeling position with her wrists suspended high above her head pushing her small B cup breasts into the air. The man's voice again boomed in her mind "You have been chosen as the first of a forgotten race." Kim's mind raced why her? She was a petite girl with small tits and a flat ass, and on top of that she wasn't absolutely stunning like Melissa or her coworker Alice. The man slowly started to stroke his cock. Kim saw movement on the floor behind him, something that looked like snakes slowly approached. The man reached Kim and his voice boomed in her head once more "do as I say and it will be pleasant rather than painful. Open your mouth." She starred straight at his reddish brown cock and hesitated. He raised a hand back as if threatening to backhand her and she reluctantly opened her mouth. And immediately he shoved his monstrous cock in. Then he demanded "SUCK!" Struggling with the remarkable girth she started to suck and lick his cock timidly. Then she felt something touch her asshole. She squeaked around the gigantic cock in her mouth and stifled a scream as in shot up inside her tight virgin ass. It wiggled and squirmed sending wave after wave of pleasure through body. She tried to fight the cock in her mouth and whatever was in her ass. All hope for reprieve was smashed as the man grabbed her hair and held her head still as he thrust his cock down her throat releasing a stream of hot liquid down her throat. Then as she felt it slide down her throat and disperse through her body involuntarily her muscles relaxed and she felt more compliant and accepting to it all. The snake like creature wiggled farther up her ass at least a foot and a half deep by now. It stopped moving deeper and started thrusting in and out in long slow stroke which made Kim gasp with pleasure as the cock receded from her mouth now a little limp. She looked down and saw the snake like creatures slither up her body two went to each small tit kneading the flesh and massaging and tugging her nipples. Her breathing grew irregular. She had never had this much stimulation one of the snake came up to her mouth and wriggled through her lips. Slowly thrusting in and out. Soon it was too much for Kim to handle and she climaxed moaning into the tentacle in her mouth. Not the best she'd ever had. The man stepped forward and reached behind him pulling a brown furry tail out into view the metal once again became soft as it leaned her back to a horizontal position with her knees up and her legs spread as they would go. The tuft of fur at the end of the tail unfurled revealing a small black orb about an inch in diameter levitating above the tip of the tail. He looked down at her glistening shaven pussy wet from the previous orgasm and a grin cracked his emotionless expression. He released the tail and the shot straight into her wet, inviting slit. She screamed half in agony and half in ecstasy. Kim had never had more than one finger in there before. And this tail went as deep as possible touch very sensitive spots she didn't even know existed until then. It stopped when it reached the end and slowly almost came out of Kim's pussy the slow stroke made her moan. And when it reached the opening it started thrusting through the whole length of her pussy in time with the tentacle still thrusting her ass. After four or five thrusts everything withdrew from her body as she was on the edge of orgasm she looked up with pleading eyes to the man, and he held his tail up showing that the orb was gone. Kim's eyes widened in shock as she felt the small orb rol through the length of her pussy. It found the most sensitive spot and started spinning in place and the delicious friction blasted over the edge. She writhed in place, toes and fingers curling on their own as she let out an ear splitting shriek of delight as her pussy gushed. The orb stopped and let come down and then slowly started spinning again but this time Kim felt an odd heat starting to build from the orb. And it started to slowly expand. The spinning sped up and as it did so did the rate of it's growth and its temperature spinning faster she felt it stretch the inner walls of her pussy almost burning it was so hot. It kept speeding up as Kim got ever closer to climax. Just as Kim thought the orb was about to burst her inner walls and it was burning her the orb spun much much faster sending her over the edge of the best climax of her life. She shrieked and strained against the metal bands she felt the orb explode and the immense heat washed over her entire body. She felt the heat in her ass as it became perfectly shaped round firm ass. As it reached her tits she felt them become much heavier as they more than tripled in size. She watched as it reformed her legs into the essence of beauty and it colored her skin the same reddish brown as the man. As the heat reached her head she felt her conscious self being ripped away and replaced by someone new. As it finished she had one last orgasm even greater than before, imbued with supernatural strength she shattered her restraints and screamed uncontrollably as the new identity took over. She rose before the man she now knew as her savior and had no thought but to spread his touch to all the world. First of its Kind Contrarily to what most people seem to think, not all those who are different lead dreadful lives. Some of us have it good. We're not what you think. Not all of our kind anyway. My name is Edward Malveaux. In the eyes of the world, I'm a successful businessman. I work for an investment firm located in Boston's Financial District. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-two, well-dressed and neatly groomed, burly man in his early twenties with sharp, handsome features. My skin is light brown and my eyes are amber-colored. My father Franklin Malveaux is a black man from Haiti and my mother Elisabeth Steinbeck is biracial, of African-American and German parentage. I have several siblings. My elder brother Alphonse is a State Police Officer in Hartford, Connecticut. My big sister Rachel is a State Representative in Trenton, New Jersey. We're all high achievers. Like me, they are Kin. What is the Kin? A secret society of men and women who are genetically different from the rest of humanity. Our thought patterns differ from those of ordinary humans. We think differently. We also think faster too. Physically, we're not that different from them. We can be tall or short, fat or thin, pale or dark. Due to our genetic makeup, we are immune to most diseases which affect the humans. AIDs. Cancer. They are the threats humans fear but they're nothing to us. Thanks to centuries of selective breeding. We are no stronger or faster than most humans. We're simply more resilient. We're not creatures out of science fiction whom are nigh invincible. Far from it. A bullet to the head does to me the same thing it does to you. We are everywhere. The Kin are originally from Africa, birthplace of the human species. Over the course of the past few thousand years, we've diversified. There are Kin in Asia, Europe, Australia and America. We live among the Mundanes, as we call the ordinary humans. However, we're not like them. Kin don't marry humans and vice versa. We don't care for mixing and matching, most of the time. Why? The humans are barbaric. Dreadfully afraid of anyone who is different. And we are different. Even though we look alike on the outside, we're two completely different species. As different from humans as they are from chimps and gorillas. Still, sometimes Kin and human do interbreed and the result are the Half-Breeds. They're few in number and don't last long. They feel dreadfully lonely because they assume they're alone in the world. We never let them know about us. These days, it's hard to be a Kin. You see, life is not all fun and games for us either. We have enemies. Our main enemies are another group of genetically mutated humans. The ordinary humans call these men and women all kinds of names. Sociopaths. Psychopaths. Freaks. Serial killers. The truth is that they are far more than that. They're as different from ordinary humans as we are from them. We call them Inimicus, a Latin word meaning "enemy". These things are popping up everywhere. They can interbreed with others like themselves as well as ordinary humans. They tend to dominate whatever area they live in because they're a particularly aggressive subspecies of humanity. They're no stronger or faster than the Mundanes, the ordinary humans. However, they're extremely intelligent and ruthless. They have no conscience whatsoever. They feel no remorse. They appear to be charming, outgoing and seemingly bolder, braver and more interesting than those around them. It's all part of their repertoire. The truth is that Inimicus are genetically designed to be murderous, treacherous, power-hungry and vindictive. And they outnumber us. Why? They reproduce quickly. Since ancient times, we the Kin have been at war with the Inimicus for dominion of the planet Earth. The war is fought right underneath the nose of the Mundanes and they don't even know it. I was raised to always be on my guard. The Inimicus are everywhere. They're police officers, doctors, lawyers, scientists, judges, politicians, soldiers, construction workers, executives, actors, musicians, gangsters and entertainers. These things make life hell for my species. Since they have no conscience, they tend to be extremely seductive and attract lots of potential mates. They breed with these numerous mates, creating many more remorseless monsters like themselves. The offspring of a remorseless man ( the Inimicus male) or remorseless woman, even when sired with a Mundane, still has an enormous chance of being one of them. The genes of the Inimicus are dominant. That's why there are so many of them. We the Kin on the other hand live differently. Our lives are violent, dangerous and unpredictable but we take the time to enjoy it. We live longer than most humans, or Inimicus, for that matter. But no one lives forever. We consider life to be precious. We've always been the guiding force behind revolutions in art and music as well as human thought. We led the humans in a golden age in the past, back when we outnumbered the Inimicus. It wasn't that long ago. I wasn't there but I remember bits and pieces of it, thanks to our racial memory. We're a family-oriented bunch. Nothing matters like family in the lives of any Kin, whether male or female. Even while family values crumbled in the Mundanes world, we preserved ours. I grew up in a household where father and mother are valued equally in the lives of their offspring. I'm not saying my parents never had any disagreements. Still, it was a far more stable household than that of most of my human friends. We the Kin can't afford to attract attention to ourselves. At any time an Inimicus might come after us, armed with a gun. Or any other means he or she plans to use to do us lasting harm. So we live carefully. Kin men and Kin women don't go around sleeping with lots of people. Being sexually adventurous is a surefire way to attract the attention of predators. And most human-seeming predators are actually cleverly disguised Inimicus. Only unity has saved us thus far from our enemies. We live in clans. Groups of families living in a certain territory. The leader of a Clan is the Master. He or she who leads all members of the Clan. The survival of our kind rests on the shoulders of the various Masters. Once a year, all Masters from various Clans gather for a meeting in a hidden location. We scheme, and plan for the survival of our people. We stick together in the worlds of business, finance, politics, education and science. We band together to defend our livelihood from the predators who threaten us. We can sense the Inimicus. We know them the moment we look at them. And they instantly know what we are the moment they look at us. I can't explain it. I guess our two species have a unique relationship. Like that of mongooses and snakes. We can't stand them. And they hate us. Only one of us will see the end of the twenty first century. These days, we're playing for keeps. And we're risking far too much. We can't afford to lose. Especially since the Inimicus aren't the only threat we got to deal with these days. Ever find yourself puzzled as to why some of the most evil people in history seem to inspire such loyalty in otherwise decent folks? You see it all the time. The evil CEO whose henchman is a kind-hearted, devoted and God-fearing family man. The Queen Bee who enjoys destroying the lives of those around her just for kicks and yet seems to have the devotion of the nicest and most wholesome girls in school. The diabolical mastermind who leads courageous heroes to their unnecessary deaths yet always saves his own skin. These people are the Inimicus. They have no conscience. And they're charming, intelligent and ruthless. The Inimicus have created a group of humans among the Mundanes who exist exclusively to serve them. The members of this group are known as the Familiars. What is a Familiar? A man or woman who exists only to serve the sociopaths, psychopaths, remorseless monsters and megalomaniacs of the world. This person seems otherwise smart, able and decent. You often find yourself wondering how can they serve a master of darkness or mistress of evil with such zeal. What's wrong with them? Why would the wife of a serial killer help him get away with multiple murder? Why would the policeman husband of a nurse convicted of poisoning hapless patients help her get away from justice? Why do the underlings of the men and women of the Senate make their masters and mistresses dirty political messes disappear? Why do corporate entities hire big-shot lawyers to defend those corporate men and corporate women who are clearly guilty and feel zero remorse? The answer is that they're the Familiars. Helping their masters and mistresses get away with stuff is what they do. They're ready and eager to take the fall for these evil creatures. Every day of the week. It's eerie. The Familiars are everywhere. They're the foot soldiers of the Inimicus. They carry out their masters and mistresses dirty work. They provide the alibis. They make witnesses and evidence disappear. Every Inimicus on the planet has at least one Familiar working for him or her. How did the Familiars come about? When an Inimicus mates with a Mundane, most of the time the offspring is another Inimicus. A man or woman without conscience who will grow up to terrorize, bully, manipulate and destroy human beings just for kicks. However, sometimes the offspring of an Inimicus and a Mundane isn't another Inimicus. Sometimes, it's a human being who is attuned to detecting the Inimicus and has an inbred psychological need to serve something or someone greater than himself or herself. The Familiars make for great lackeys and toadies. They always do as they are told. And they almost never ask questions. In the movies, they appear as tragic figures and comic relief. In real-life, they're deadly. The Inimicus use them to carry out hostile operations against the Kin when they simply cannot be bothered. At the place where I work, I feel quite alone because I'm virtually the only Kin. The owner of Dale & Anderson Inc. is an Inimicus. I'm sure of it. Fortunately, I don't see Miss Jennifer Dale too often. A tall, good-looking but harebrained Paris-Hilton type of female who's worth mega millions but prefers partying and traveling the world beating up her assistants and sleeping around with different men as well as women to actively running a corporation. Her life makes great tabloid fodder. Not all Inimicus are brilliantly twisted masterminds. Some are quite dumb guys and dumb chicks who don't give a damn about anything or anyone and just want to have fun. Selfish clods with very little in the way of aspiration. How I despise them. I'm twenty four years old and I'd like to think I did well for myself. I graduated from Winston College's Business School with my MBA a little over a year ago. I got hired by Dale & Anderson Inc. and pushed myself as hard as I could. I live in a nice townhouse located in Boston's Back Bay. My parents live in the nearby town of Milton. I don't see them too often. They've taken to traveling to the Caymans quite often as of late. I don't mind. I love my folks but I really like having them out of my hair. They've been asking me about my personal life. Not a discussion I care to have with them. Among the Kin, parents are always pressuring their offspring to be successful and then to be fruitful in the Biblical sense. I don't care much for marriage at the moment, thank you very much. I like my freedom. The life of a married man isn't an easy one anywhere, regardless of what gender issues activists might tell you. When I enrolled at Winston College, I found myself transported into another world. This was a school which deserved to join the Ivy League, if there was any justice in collegiate America. Winston College was a private Catholic school with about twenty five thousand students. They had two campuses, one in Boston and the other in Hollister. I was accepted on a student-athlete scholarship for Cross Country. Winston College's Department of Athletics sponsored Men's Baseball, Basketball, Rugby, Fencing, Water Polo, Cross Country, Football, Swimming, Gymnastics, Wrestling, Golf, Tennis, Soccer, Ice Hockey and Volleyball along with Women's Softball, Water Polo, Basketball, Rugby, Cross Country, Field Hockey, Fencing, Gymnastics, Swimming, Tennis, Golf, Wrestling, Soccer, Ice Hockey and Volleyball. They compete in the NCAA Division One. I joined the school mostly because I had heard many of my kind attended. The rumors proved to be true. There were eight hundred and seventy nine Kin men along with nine hundred and sixteen Kin women among the student body. Members of my species like attending college in the state of Massachusetts. It's a progressive and liberal state. I ought to know, I grew up out here. We formed a top secret community at Winston College. The elite of the student body. We were naturally smarter than the Mundanes and our only competition were the Inimicus and the Familiars on both the student body and the faculty. Collegiate politics is a thriving environment for men and women with high ambition and no conscience. It was in this cutthroat environment that I met the so-called love of my life, Athena Bradshaw. How to describe Athena Bradshaw? A six-foot, pretty-faced, athletic and voluptuous young woman with dark brown skin, light brown eyes and long, lustrous black hair. She looked gorgeous in her blue and gold Winston College Women's Varsity Rugby letterman jacket. Athena was smart as a whip, majoring in Criminal Justice. Oops, I almost forgot. The gal was finer than fine, and had a fine, thick round booty which porn stars would envy. Pardon my French. I ran into her in my Business Ethics class during freshman year at Winston College. She was smoking hot, and very smart. This lovely young lady was Kin, something I could sense a mile away. Still, that's not all that attracted me to her. There was an aura of power about her. During a heated debate about ethics in the corporate world, we kind of clashed. Our eyes met and from that moment, I must say I was intrigued. Fortunately, the feeling appeared to be mutual. I approached her at the library after class and learned a bit more about her. This Kin woman hailed from the city of Los Angeles. She was a transfer from UCLA. Like me, she chose Winston College because of the high concentration of our kind on the student body. She was the daughter of Ernest Bradshaw, the Chief of Police in Los Angeles. Her brother, college basketball legend Jimmy Bradshaw left UCLA during his junior year, opting for a career in the NBA. Like her father, she aspired to work enforcement. I was impressed. When I asked about her mother, she darkened. I bit my lips. Had I asked the wrong question? Athena gave me a sad look, then answered my question. Her mother Kyria Johnson Bradshaw was dead, shot by a Familiar. I shook my head. So many of our kind have been slain by these Familiars. How I despise them. Humans allied with monsters against us Kin, we who once protected humanity for many menaces in the olden days. I looked at Athena as she perused through a Forensics book. This young woman was very interesting. I was seriously thinking about asking her out when some guy walked over and she kissed him. I stared at the newcomer, nonplussed. He was tall, lean and blond-haired, with alabaster skin that looked like it hadn't seen daylight in a decade. I was half-right. The newcomer was John Sampson, of the Winston College Men's varsity Football team. Athena noticed the look on my face, smiled and introduced me to Mr. Football Guy. As I had sensed the moment he sat with her, he was Kin. Sampson shook my hand, and asked us what was going on. I looked at Athena. She bit her lips and said we were just working on something from class. Sampson clapped my shoulder in an overly friendly gesture and said something about his girlfriend being the smartest person he knew. I looked him up and down. Clearly he should get out more. Of course, I didn't say that. Pissing off female Kin can be hazardous to one's health. As I tried not to give in to the urge I had to deck Sampson, Mr. Football Guy went on and on about his latest accomplishments. Something about his coach telling him he might make it into the First Round of the NFL Draft this year. Athena beamed and hugged him, by way of congratulations. I couldn't take this anymore. I congratulated Sampson on all his success, shook Athena's hand then said something about needing to get to my next class. Athena waved me goodbye. Sampson wasn't quite ready to let me go yet. He said something about his team mates having a little get-together at his residence hall tonight at seven. He said I was welcome to come along. I smiled icily, said I'd think about it then hurried out of the library. I can't recall the last time I felt more embarrassed. I should have known a gorgeous female Kin like Athena wouldn't stay single for long. I busied myself with schoolwork and tried my best to avoid Athena and Sampson, though it wasn't easy. They were the golden couple on campus. My buddy Jake from the Cross Country team ribbed me about losing the girl I liked to a white guy but I just laughed it off. Plenty of fish in the sea, I told him. Well, I was half right. The thing about Kin men and Kin women is that we don't play around the way humans do. Most of us mate for life. The best-looking, most intelligent and most capable male Kin had been picked off one by one by eager female Kin. Among our kind, the females chose the males and not the other way around. Everyone was pairing off left and right. For the most part, I didn't care. I've always been at odds with Kin society. Why does a male Kin have to be married to a worthy female in his early twenties or be considered the male equivalent of an old maid? Some aspects of our society really irked me. But I couldn't say that to my parents for fear of being cast out of the family. It's not that I didn't have offers from female Kin. There was a lovely young woman named Isabel Hawthorne in my Automated Accounting class. She was tall, slender, with red hair, alabaster skin and pale green eyes. This lovely lady hailed from Washington and looked like a young Julianne Moore. Unfortunately, she didn't light my fire. No one did. Don't think I was moping over Athena. She was free to be with whatever man she chose. That's Kin law. However, I just wasn't ready for the responsibilities of husband and father. I wanted more freedom than that. So I remained single until graduation, and beyond. The life of a Kin man who's had the responsibilities of husband and father thrust upon him isn't easy. For starters, we're a species that's constantly at war with elements within humanity that wish us harm. No female Kin will choose a male who isn't smart, savvy, strong, and financially dependable. Also, he must come from a good lineage genetically. He must be ready to support a wife and offspring from the get-go or she'll move on to the next Kin man. Since these are times of war, no female Kin will allow herself to be impregnated by a male Kin while living in a territory that's filled with our enemies, be they Inimicus, Familiars or simply hostile Mundanes. It's sort of like the prerogative of a female wolf who doesn't let a male wolf mount her because she doesn't want to give birth to her pups in bear country. Bears and wolves aren't friends. Neither are Kin and Inimicus. Kin prefer to have families in small, quiet towns. We do very well for ourselves in places like rural Maine, the backwoods of Canada and so on. You get the idea. We don't like big cities because they're crawling with Inimicus and Familiars these days and our young are especially vulnerable in them. A male Kin who chooses to marry and sire offspring in the big city has his work cut out for him. He's gonna have to defend a family from the constant attacks of the Inimicus. Our war wages on right underneath everyday humanity's noses. I fight my people's enemies in my own way. Since I joined Dale & Anderson Inc. I've gotten rid of many Inimicus and Familiars among the company's bigshots. They've had fatal accidents. I've gotten quite good at fighting the enemy. My natural ruthlessness has helped me a great deal. The battle isn't over yet and I intend to win it by any means necessary. Maybe someday I'll meet a female Kin with progressive ideas and start a family with her. But that's about as likely as meeting a unicorn since my people are so rigid. Here's to hoping for change, hey? First of Many The first time I saw him, I thought he was the most arrogant jerk I had ever met. He walked into the room like he owned it, looked around as if checking out the sexual possibilities, when his eyes locked on mine. At that moment, I felt as if he was reading my mind, my most intimate thoughts, and I was embarrassed because I was unconsciously lubricating, and he had to know it was for him. As much as arrogance always repelled me, there was a degree of cockiness that also attracted me. There was just something beautiful about a man that could walk into a room and take command of it in a moment. I resolved not to permit him to see how I was tempted to melt as he walked into the company party. The remainder of that evening, I avoided him the best I could. I was certain he could read my mind, or at least my expressions and had no desire to capitulate to him. I was new to the company, though, and would quickly learn that his desires carried impetus, and he desired me to be his assistant even though a colleague had been responsible for my hire. Within a week, I was told to report to his office. I did so reluctantly. As a boss, he proved to be demanding, even dogmatic. I was punctual, courteous, and efficient, yet seemed unable to please him. For two weeks I worked for him without any positive comment from him. Finally, one day, he told me to accompany him to lunch, that he had something he needed to discuss. I accepted his invitation, thinking I had no choice in the matter, and that it was job related. I was a little surprised to learn we would not be lunching in the building cafeteria, but assumed he had something else on his mind. He drove to a nearby quiet restaurant and escorted me inside. It was quaint and cozy, dimly lit with candles on each table. The room smelled of garlic, and there were traditional red and white tablecloths on every table. There was nothing particularly elegant about the decor, but there was a feeling of home, of comfort, of warmth. We sat at a table toward the back of the room. The waiter arrived quickly, greeted him by name. I was not consulted, but he gave the order for both of us. I was too puzzled to object. I suddenly felt off balance, and wasn't quite sure what to expect. "Thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me, Ms Mission. I wish to discuss your service to me." "Yes, Sir? Have I not been satisfactory, Sir?" I inquired tentatively. "Your job performance is not in question, Ms Mission. The service to which I refer is a personal service. I find that I miss the company of a woman, her softness, her fragrance, her gentle touch." "Oh," replied Ms Mission, "and how can I be of service, Sir?" I asked with the expectation of a shopping list of characteristics for which to search. "I wish to train you for my personal service." There was dead silence. Even sound coming from the kitchen stilled as though there was some kind of holy hush as I formulated some kind of reply. "What kind of service, Sir," I dared to ask. "I am not a maid or a cook." "Nor am I desiring such. I wish to train you for my personal service," he repeated. "I have chosen you to be trained in the art of serving. Do you understand of what I speak?" I looked at you with a puzzled expression. "Not exactly, Sir, please explain." "Ms Mission, I am a Dominant. Perhaps you are familiar with the term "Alpha male" as used in the animal kingdom? A Dominant is similar to that among men, and a Dominant requires a submissive or a slave as his partner to serve and pleasure him. I have selected you, Ms Mission. What is your response?" Although the words he spoke were foreign to me, I had already succumbed to his dominance. I could feel his power beating against my defenses, and I knew I must surrender or be destroyed. "Sir, I do not fully understand, but I confess that the power of your presence in person is breathtaking. I believe it would be my pleasure to learn this service of which you speak, Sir." "Wonderful, wonderful! Excellent decision. For now, I shall call you sub or submissive glenda, and you will call me Sir, or Master. It is very simple, submissive glenda, you simply do what I ask as quickly as you are able. This service will bring you great joy and satisfaction. Now, go into the ladies restroom, remove your panties and bring them to me. NOW." I sat there for a few seconds staring at him. He glared back, and I immediately arose to do his bidding. I went into the ladies' room and removed my panties which were wet with excitement, and returned to the table. "Hand me your panties!" "Yes, Sir." I handed them to him over the table just as the waiter returned with our dinner. "Perfect timing, I see," the waiter said as he smiled at me, and then winked at him. "Henry, allow me the privilege of introducing my new submissive, glenda." "Congratulations, Sir! Use her well," the waiter replied. "Oh I have great plans for her," he said and then laughed aloud. I was feeling unsure, but excited as I embarked on a new adventure. "Sir, now what?" "We will enjoy our meal, and then retire to my apartment where you will unveil your treasures. I will not touch you tonight, unless you ask it of me. I just wish to inspect you. How does that make you feel, sub?" "Sir ...? I am not certain just yet." Again, you laugh and understand my uncertainty. The meal was finished, and the check paid, and we retired to his apartment. I was not in the door all the way and he said, " Submissive glenda, please disrobe now. I will sit here and watch." "Sir ...?" "Now, sub! Strip!" Without any further discussion, I begin to undo the buttons on my blouse, and remove it. Then I unbuttoned my skirt and slide it down slowly. I am clad now only my bra and hose. I pause, slightly uncomfortable, but thoroughly aroused. "Please continue, sub." I slowly reached behind me to undo my bra and slid it off to reveal my delicious breasts. I bent to unsheathe my legs, and simultaneously gave him an excellent view of my private regions. My nipples betraied my uncertainty by their erect posture. I stood naked before him, and he smiled. "Turn slowly, please." I obey. "Now, tell, me sub. Are you excited?" "Yes, Sir" "Excellent. I am certain I have made an excellent choice. That is all. You may now dress. We will begin your formal instruction tomorrow after work." "Yes, Sir." I was not quite sure what to feel or think, but I dressed as directed. We sat and chatted for a short time and sipped a glass a merlot. He arose and headed for the door. "Come, it is time I take you home." He walked me to the door and kissed me good night, a nice, warm kiss to which I respond. We say our good nights, until tomorrow. First of Many Melody pulls up at her parent's house after a night out. Her date did not go very well. Her big brother came home it seems for the weekend from college and brought friends. There are cars everywhere. Melody parks down the street and walks up to her front door and goes in. She was expecting loud music, drinking and who knows what else. The scene that presents itself shocks her into silence. Her parents are out of town for the weekend. They asked Diesel to come since Melody was in her senior year of high school. She is old enough to take care of herself. She argued with her mom about her brother coming to babysit. Melody walks through the house. She had heard what orgies were like but has never seen one for real. She is standing in the entrance to the living room. She recognizes her brother right off caught up in a threesome. He is involved with two other girls. Each one of them straddling him. Melody almost comes out of her skin hearing a whisper in her ear. She spins to be confronted by two very naked black men about her brother's age. She stutters and keeps her voice low. "I am sorry, what did you say?" The one nearest to her is grinning. "I said, First time to an orgy?" Melody looks over her shoulder at the various groups spread around the house. "Yes. First time ever. Feeling a bit lost." "I understand. I am TJ, this is Randy. We can show you what it is all about. Are you curious?" Melody blushes and shrugs her shoulders. "I am not sure this is for me. Not sure I can do...that." TJ is rubbing her arms. Melody is wearing a spaghetti strap top over her moderate breast. She does not need a bra. Her denim skirt is way shorter then what her Dad likes. "We can make sure you really enjoy. This is give and take. We give and take pleasure." Melody is biting her lip uncertain. She watches as one girl is with two guys. She looks like she is having fun. Her own sex life is pretty lame. "Ok. Show me." Randy and TJ lead her to the den in the back of the house. They obviously don't know her older brother is hosting the party or know she is Diesel's little sister. There are more groups in the den. TJ already naked has a basketball players lean figure. He is at least a foot taller than Melody. Randy is not as tall. He is heavier but not fat. Both dark men have long cocks. Randy's is not as thick. Randy stands to her left, with TJ right in front of her. She is suddenly overwhelmed as two sets of hands explore her body. Randy gives her braless breast a firm squeeze. "Mmmm...I am going to like playing with these." TJ tugs the hem of top up and tugs it off. Melody's breast bounce free. Randy does not waste a second and starts sucking on her nipple. A moan is drawn from Melody's lips. TJ continues to undress Melody. Her skirt and panties come down. She steps out of them. TJ buries his face between her thighs, lifting her right leg to rest on his shoulder. Melody's head falls back as a talented and quick tongue assaults her pussy. TJ does not waste time and goes right after her clit. She lets out a gasp when he hits her sweet spot just to the right and down. TJ catches onto her reaction and focuses on that spot. Randy is vigorously kneading both of Melody's beast. He has lips around one hard pink nipple. She lets out a gasp as he starts to nibble on it. Melody drops one hand to TJ's head. She can't grip his short hair but can pull him between her thighs. Her left knee gets weak. "Ne need to lay down." She voice is gaspy. Randy and TJ grin and get Melody to a recently emptied blanket on the floor. Melody is placed on her back. TJ parts her thighs and lays between them. He goes after the sweet spot again. Meldoy arches a bit on the blanket. Randy is kneeling by her head. He puts his long slender cock to her lip. Melody parts them and runs her tongue around the tip. Randy pushes his hips forward sliding his cock into her young wet mouth. TJ adds to fingers to his assault pushing them into her tight opening. They slide in easily with her being so moist. She moans around the long slender cock being slid in and out of her mouth. Randy is mauling one of her tits roughly. Both her nipples hard as pebbles. TJ lifts his head and starts to shuffle up between her thighs. He lifts her legs. "Damn I am ready to bang this little white girl." He lines up. Melody is distracted, focused on the cock in her mouth. TJ slams his cock in filling her pussy completely. Melody's eyes come up and she gives off a muffled scream around the dick in her mouth. TJ keeps her legs hanging over his arms. His hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. TJ's long thick cock filling and stretching Melody in ways she has never been done before. She closes her eyes trying to focus on two cocks at once. Randy has a hand in her hair guiding his cock in and out of her mouth. She uses one hand to knead his heavy ball sac with her delicate fingers. Melody's body is starting to tense. She has had orgasms before but this one building up is going to eclipse all the others. She is arched off the floor. Both Randy and TJ grin at each other knowing they have her now. Randy keeps fucking her mouth and TJ pounding her pussy. Melody screams with a mouth full of cock. Her pussy clamps tight around TJ's black beast. Her pussy becomes even more moist as she seeps juices around TJ's cock. TJ and Randy high five and work together to get Melody turned around and on her knees. Randy kneels behind Melody. He does not hesitate and slams in hard. Melody is pushed forward. Her eyes open wide. Randy his some deep spot she has never had hit before. TJ's cock is looming in front of her. TJ is on his back grinning. Melody does not hesitate and brings the thick cock to her lips. She sucks on the swollen tip. Her tongue swirling around it. TJ takes ahold of her head and guides her up and down his shaft. Melody's tits are jiggling beneath her. She is being worked over both guys. Any fears she had before this started have been forgotten. Randy has a grip on her hips. He is grunting with each deep thrust. "Damn, she is fucking tight, even after you stretched the bitch." TJ is thrusting his hips up to fuck her mouth deep. Melody is struggling to keep up with the thick shaft. She is almost gagging with the speed of his mouth fuck. Her tits jiggling wildly. She is building up pressure again. She is a bit shocked by it coming again so soon. Melody's body tenses, all over. Randy curses. "Oh fuck. Little bitch is a slut. Fucking cumming again." Melody does just as predicated. She cums again. Even more juices coming from her pussy. TJ tugs at her. "Come up. Time for the next step." Melody is confused. "The next step?" She is panting and thinks she is thoroughly fucked. She crawls up TJ's body, she straddles his body. "I am not sure I can handle any more." "Don't worry about it baby. You can handle it and more. Now slide down on this cock." Melody does as she is told. She hisses as his thick shaft fills her again. TJ reaches up to grab her shoulders and pulls her body down over his. Randy is grinning as he is lubing up his cock. He gets behind Melody and waits. TJ has her distracted with his own cock. Randy takes ahold of Melody's ass parting it. He presses his slender cock to her tight virgin ass. He can see TJ sliding his cock in and out of the very moist wet pussy. Randy gives a nod. TJ almost pulls out just as Randy pulls out. The move is so quick and smooth Melody is not sure at what happened. Her head comes up and her mouth hangs open. "OHhhhhhh...what what is what...oh shit" Randy and TJ start alternating in their stroking. One is always pushing in as the other is coming out. They set a steady pace. Melody tried to protest at first but the sensations where to overwhelming. TJ looks up hearing another voice "That is a good looking fuck toy. Mind if I add a third cock?" TJ grins up at Diesel and nods. "Go for it man. This is her first swinger party." "Well then she needs to be airtight." Diesel kneels to Melody's left. He pushes his cock to her lips. She swallows it without looking up. She was not even focused on the conversation or who is watching. She willingly takes her brothers white cock. He is not as long but thick. Slurping and sucking sounds join the sounds of skin slapping at each other. Randy and TJ keep pounding away at the tight stuffed ass and pussy. Melody's tits bouncing and hanging wildly. There are a few people taking breaks in their own play time to watch the new girl get the royal treatment. Melody is not even thinking she is going by instinct. The feelings are beyond amazing. She can definitely do this again and again. Randy and TJ have pushed their limits. They are grunting. "Fixin to bust a nut in this ass." "Same here man. This pussy is too much." They both lose their rhythm and just start pounding into her. Melody moans and whines around the cock in her mouth. She has no idea she is sucking her brother. Randy slams deep into her ass and cries out. Melody moans feeling the hot cum filling her ass. Randy's body jerks a couple times as he floods her ass. TJ takes a hard hold of her tits and growls through his teeth. Melody can feel her pussy flooded with his cum. Both cocks go still and start to soften. The cock in her mouth is still hard. She keeps bobbing her head up and down the thick shaft. Her mouth is stretched wide. Diesel is helping his little sister take his cock. He is grunting. "Yea...take it deep. And your going to swallow every drop." Melody shakes her head. She does not care for the taste of cum. Diesel takes a grip of her head on both sides. He forces her head down and he lets loose in her mouth. She has no choice but to swallow what is forced into mouth. Diesel pulls the cock from his little sister and stands up. Melody collapses onto the floor face down. She is worn out and spent. Mixed juices ooze from her pussy and Randy's load seeps from her ass. Diesel gives both Randy and TJ high fives then goes to fix him a drink in the kitchen. He does not give Melody a second glance. Diesel's regular girlfriend who was busy in another group manages to watch the last ten minutes of Melody being broken in. She kneels and helps her up. "Come one hun. You got the royal treatment. It will get easier. They are going to cook in a bit or order pizza. Let's get you cleaned up." Melody groans and struggles to her feet. Her head hangs. She is sore in places she did not know she had. Jill helps Melody to her room unknown that is who she is helping. They get into the room that was off limits to the party goers. Jill drops Melody to the bed. "I know the girl that lives here. She is about your size." Melody manages to turn over and sit up. She pushes her short dark hair back. She is smiling from ear to ear. Jill stops and drops the couple of pieces of clothes she grabbed. "MELODY!! What in the hell?" Melody giggles and shrugs her shoulders. "I walked in to this and met up with those two black guys. I have to say...i liked it." "Melody!! The last guy you sucked was Diesel. The one that came in your mouth." Melody is shocked. She stares at Jill for several moments. "Nooooo!! Your full of it." "I am serious. Several people recorded it. You just sucked off your brother." "Oh Shit. It was hot though, wasn't it." Jill sits on the edge of the bed. "Yeah it was. Are you going to tell him?" Melody starts to open her mouth to answer. Diesel burst in the door. His own mouth open. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "I live here, remember. What are you doing having a sex party here." "Mom said they were going out of town. I thought..." "D!!...They had you come home to watch me. You did a good job." "Fuck Melody!! You blew me. It was a damn good one but still your my little sister." Melody stands up naked. Diesel can't help but get a full view. "I am not so little. Now that I have had a taste of wild sex I want more. As a matter of fact." She sits down and pulls Jill to her. "Jill and I were going to play around a bit." Jill is shocked but then starts to caress Melody. Diesel is staring open mouthed. "You. Jill? Oh Fuck that sounds hot." Both girls are stunned at first but then giggle. "That does sound hot Melody. I am game." Melody grins "Hmmm...I think I am too. Be another first."