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Christy

By: JH-1



This story is strictly fiction, and is in no way based on any characters or names used. All rights are reserved. Please vote.

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We were watching TV, when some commercial came on, I really didn't want to watch. I glanced at my lovely wife Christy. She had lost interest, and had snuggled up to me, and gone to sleep. My mind began to wander... 

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When we were kids growing up, Ned was always my best buddy, and we were always into some sort of mischief. Ned had a little sister, Christy, who was a big tomboy, and always had to tag along with us. She was a cute kid, with pigtails, and freckles. I always tried to look out for her, so she didn't get hurt.

Our folks had memberships at a Naturist Club, so nudity wasn't a big deal to us. At the club, we were naked all the time. We spent many happy weekends, and vacations there.

There were other things we did as well. There was one weekend, we all went on a camp out, sponsored by some councilors. [No it wasn't at the Naturist club.] There was a small lake near by. When we got to the lake, we were served lunch, then pitched our tents, and spent the rest of the afternoon fishing, hiking, or playing games.

As night fell, we built a big bonfire, and sat around, roasting weiner's, and marshmallows. The talk turned to ghost stories. Each story teller trying to outdo the other. Those stories got wilder, and wilder. I glanced over at Christy. Her eyes kept getting bigger, and bigger. I thought, she's believing every word.

Finally, the fire died down, and everyone headed for their tents. I got to mine, and slipped into the sleeping bag. I had packed two, but didn't know it.

I had just gotten settled, when I heard Christy. "Jim, Jim, are you there?"

I poked my head out the tent flap, and said, "Christy, what's wrong?"

She said, "I'm scared, and I'm cold. Can I sleep in your tent.

"Where's Ned?" I asked.

"Oh, he went to sleep with one of his buddies."

"Well, OK, get yourself in here. She got into the tent, and slipped into the other sleeping bag.

The next thing I knew, the sun was streaming in the tent flap, and it woke us up. Christy rolled over, and stretched like a cat. Then she gave me a kiss.

"Thanks, Jim, for letting me sleep in your tent last night.

We got up, and out of the tent, to go and eat breakfast.

After breakfast, we could go and enjoy the things the camp had to offer, until about noon. Then we had to pack up. and return home. As we got ready to leave, I was taking my tent down, when Ned walked up. "Hey Jim, did Christy sleep with you last night?"

I told him, "Yeah, she was cold, and scared, and I wasn't going to turn her away. I think the ghost stories got to her last night. Nothing happened, if that's what you're asking."

Ned grinned at me, and said, "You've kinda got a soft spot for Christy, haven't you?"

I looked at him, to see if he was joshing me, and saw he was in earnest. "Yeah," I said. He just grinned, and walked off.

It was shortly after noon, when the councilors rounded us up to head back home.

We were dropped off near where we lived. When I got home, mom, and dad were waiting for me.

Dad said, "I've been transferred to another city, to head up construction, on a new building, so... we have to head out.

What a bummer. I didn't want to go, but there was no choice.

I told the folks, "I'm going to tell Ned, and Christy." I went to their house, and told them we were going to have to move, because of dad's job.

Their mom, and dad nodded their understanding. Ned just looked dismayed, but Christy threw a fit. "Noooo, you can't go." She started crying, and ran to her room. Her mom just shook her head, and headed after her.

I looked at Ned, and said, "Gosh, I didn't know she would take it like that." I walked out to leave, and Ned said, "I'll talk to her Jim, it'll be all right."

We moved to the new city, and I enrolled in a new school. When I finished High School, I enrolled in a community college. I had a computer, and E-mailed Christy all the time. I sure did miss her.

Christy, E-mailed me back as well. Some of her messages made me laugh. Once she wrote, "Sometimes boys are so stupid." I knew I missed her, something awful.

The time seemed to pass so slowly, and I turned twenty. Finally, one day, when I got home from school, mom, and dad were waiting for me.

Dad said, "Well, son, the job is over, and we are going back home." [They had leased our home while we were gone.]

The company, had promoted Dad, and told him, no more out-of-town jobs.

I said, "Oh boy, can I call Christy?"

Mom grinned, and said, "Sure, go ahead."

We moved back home on a Thursday, and Friday, mom asked, "Would you like to go to the Naturist Camp this weekend?" [They had never let their membership lapse.]

"Oh boy, I sure would."

When we got to the camp, I helped get all of our things in the cabin.

Mom turned to me, and said, "Jim, why don't you hit the pool. I know you're dying to see all your friends."

When I got to the pool, all my friends WERE there. It was "Hey Jim, how's it goin, or "Hi Jim, we've missed you." I finally saw Ned waving. I dived in, and swam to where I could shake hands with him. "Hey feller, long time no see." Ned said.

There was a very cute girl with Ned, and he introduced her as "Joanna". "Jim, Joanna, and I are sort of an item."

I thought, boy, Ned sure knows how to pick them. I remarked to Joanna, "I hope Ned hasn't told you to many bad things about me."

"No, all were good."

I looked around, and said, "Hey. where's Christy?"

A soft voice behind me said, "I'm right here Jim."

I turned, and suddenly, I had my arms full of this very beautiful girl, and we were kissing each other. I backed away, holding her at arms length. and said "Christy, Christy, is this really you?"

She hugged me, and said, "Yes Jim, it's really me."

"Wow, no more pigtails, or tomboy for you."

Ned spoke up, and said, "She's still a tomboy Jim."

Christy stuck her tongue out, and said, "I am NOT a tomboy." We all got a chuckle out of that.

As we moved about the pool that afternoon, I asked Christy if there was a boyfriend. "Yes, I found him a long time ago, when he let me sleep in his tent at that camp out."

I had to take her in my arms, and kiss her soundly. I noticed that the splashing from others made the water move her beautiful titties up, and down.

Christy caught me watching her, and said, "What."

"Oh, nothing."

"You were staring at my titties, weren't you?"

"Yes," I said sheepishly.

"Do you like my titties?"

"Oh yes. I want to suck on them."

Christy shivered, and said, "Ohhh, Jim, I think I'd like that."

"Jim, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Well. I've noticed all afternoon, as we've moved around, you've had a hard-on. I don't remember that happening, as we were growing up."

I grinned, and said,"Haven't you figured that one out yet?"

"Well, no, I guess I haven't."

"It's because I think you're so sexy, and the years we've been apart, have changed you into a very beautiful girl."

"I'm not sexy." Christy said.

"You are to me."

We had moved to the shallow end of the pool, and Christy could clearly see, that I had a hard-on.

"Can I touch?" she asked.

"Please do, I'd love it." Christy was a bit hesitant, so I took her hand, and placed it on my very hard cock.

"Ohhhh, it feels so different. It's hard, but yet, it's, it's just so very nice.

I was just about to squeeze her beautiful titties, when her mother walked up.

She said, "Supper's nearly ready. You guys come and eat. Jim, you come too. I've already talked to your folks, and it's O.K.

We all told her, We'd be there shortly.

Their mom left, and headed back to their cabin.

We all got out of the pool, and went to shower off. It had gotten dark, and there was a mercury light, that cast a soft glow over the shower.

Joanna went first, then Ned. When Christy got under the shower, Ned said He and Joanna were going on, so they could help his mom with the food.

I waved at them, while I waited for Christy to finish her shower. Finally it was my turn. When I finished, Christy handed me the towel we always had, to either sit, or lay on.

We started towards their cabin, and I was watching Christy's cute little bottom, as it rippled, while she walked. Without thinking, I cupped both cheeks of her bottom, and squeezed.

"HEY, watch it you."

"Ummmm, sorry bout that sugar. The way it was jiggling, I just had to give it a squeeze.

Christy giggled, and snuggled under my arm. She asked, "Do you really think I'm sexy Jim?"

"You bet I do." I turned her to me, and suddenly we had our tongues in each other's mouth's. Finally we stopped, and with my arm around her waist, we walked on toward the cabin. Every so often, my hand would slip down, to the cheek of her bottom, to give it a squeeze. Christy didn't seem to mind at all anymore.

"Christy, we need to stop at my folks cabin, so I can get my shaving stuff. I know the folks will want to see you."

"OK, that sounds nice."

We got to the cabin, and mom, and dad were amazed at how Christy had grown. While they were admiring her, I went to my room. I didn't really need my shaving gear. I wanted something I had gotten for Christy.

When we got to Christy's cabin, we stepped up on a well lighted porch. "Christy, just a minute." She turned, and I fastened a dainty gold chain around her waist. About three inches were left, and that ended in a small heart, that had "Christy" engraved on it.

Christy squealed, then her arms were around my neck, and we were kissing, again with a lot of tongue. "Ohhh Jim, I've been wanting one of these. Thank you so much."

We went in to the kitchen, and Christy danced over to her mom, and said, "Mom, look what Jim gave me."

Her mom looked, and said, "Well, how nice." Her mom looked at me. and winked. Then she said, "O.K. guys, fix your plates, and let's dig in."

We all fixed our plates, and sat down at the table. It had bench style seats. Christy got so close to me, I thought she was going to be in my lap.

We ate our burgers, talk turned to what we had been doing the last few years. finally Christy's mom looked at the clock, and said, "Oh, look at the time. I've got to clean this kitchen up.

Christy spoke up, and said, "No, mom, I'll do that."

I said, "Let me help too, That's the least I can do, after you've fed me.

"O.K. guys, dad, and I are going to bed. Not too late, all of you."

Ned asked if we wanted them to help. "No" I told him, "You guys helped fix it. Christy, and I can get this."

Christy, and I started doing the dishes. She was washing, I was drying. I would get close to her, blow in her ear, bump hips with her, or squeeze her bottom. She'd squeal, and move away. I finally placed both hands on her titties, and squeezed gently.

She hissed, "Jim, stop that, you're making me horny."

I turned her to me, and said, "Christy, I know that horny feeling. Will you sleep with me tonight?"

"Oh yes." She put her arms around my neck, and started kissing me. It quickly turned into more than just a kiss. Suddenly, we were frenching like crazy.

"Yes I'll sleep with you tonight. I've wanted this to happen, ever since that camp out.

Well, I thought, so much for thinking she didn't know.

We went down the hall, and were about to pass the room she and Joanna usually used, when I said, "Hey Christy, what about Joanna? Won't she miss you?"

Christy said, matter of factly, "Oh, she's never there. She always sleeps with Ned. She told me he always fucks her silly."

I choked back a laugh, picked Christy up, and, a few steps further, brought us to the room I was to use. I stepped in, laid Christy on the bed, and slipped in with her.

She snuggled up to me, took my hands, and placed them on her titties. "Ohhh, I've wanted this for so long." I kissed her.

"Jim, have you got a hard-on?"

"Of course."

"Can I touch?"

"Sure."

Christy wasn't hesitant this time. She immediately began to explore with her hand. She used her thumb, to rub the tip. My six and a half inch cock, grew hard as steel.

"Does that feel good?" she asked.

"AHHHHH... yes, it does."

I slipped one hand on her pussy, and cupping it I began to squeeze gently. I slid a finger between the lips of her pussy, and began teasing the small hole there.

Christy gasped, then said "Ohhh Jim, make love to me. Fuck me silly."

"I want that very much." I said. My tongue was in her mouth, and hers in mine. When we finally came up for air, I started nibbling her ear,along her jaw, and down her neck, and finally just above her titties. I licked down between them, to the underside. Finally I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and started teasing with my tongue. Her other tittie got the same treatment.

Christy was not a silent lover. She started to moan, "Oh yesss, do that, do that, Oh Jim, ahhhh, my nipples are getting hard."

I started kissing down her tummy. I stuck my tongue in her navel, to give it some special attention. There was a gasp from Christy. I kissed lower, raised my head, and said, "I really like your shaved pussy.

"Ohhhh Jim..." 

I kissed, and licked down the top of one leg, to her knee, and to it's backside, for some attention. I went up her thigh, and when I approached her pussy, I licked up , and over her mons, and down the other leg. It got the same treatment as the other. This time, when I got to her pussy, I flattened my tongue. and licked up between her pussy lips, and circled around her clit.

"Ohhh Jim, what are you doing?"

I licked down to her pussy hole, and cupping my tongue, I Thrust it inside, as far as I could go.

"Ahhhhh, ohhhhh Jim."

I drew my tongue out of her hot little pussy, and swirled it around her clit. I sucked the hard little bud into my mouth, and started flicking it with my tongue.

Christy went into orbit. "Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhhhh, I'm cumminggg."

I slipped my tongue back in her pussy. I could taste the juices flowing out of her. I brought her to orgasm again, then again.

"Ohhhhh, Jim, please, that's enough."

I gave her clit one last lick, and she jumped. I licked my way up to her titties, and finally her mouth.

Christy started kissing me, and her tongue was in my mouth. We finally broke our kiss, and Christy said, "That's me I'm tasting, isn't it?"

"Yes. you taste very good. Do you like it?"

"It's kinda different, but yes, I do like it."

My cock laying right on her hot pussy. I reached between us to rub the tip along her pussy, to get it wet with her juices, With a gentle thrust, I slipped just the head of a very hard cock into a very tight pussy.

"Ohhhhh, Jim, this is my first time. Please be gentle."

"Guess we're even then. This is my first time to." [I knew Christy didn't have a cherry. She had told me she had broken it herself.]

Very slowly, I began thrusting in, and out of Christy's hot little pussy. "Please tell me if I hurt you. I don't want to do that."

"OK, I will... come on."

With several more gentle thrusts, I was balls deep, in a very tight pussy.

"OHHHH, my pussy feels so full of you."

"Your pussy feel's so nice, and tight." I pulled out, until just the head of my cock was still inside her.

"Noooooo, don't go way."

I thrust back inside her, as far as I could go, and began to slowly slip in, and out, so she would get used to the sensations.

"OHHHH, yessss, do that."

I speeded up the thrusts, then faster still. I could tell Christy was getting close.

OHHHH Yesssss, Ohhhhhh, I'm gonna cum, OHHHH, FUCK MEEEEE, aghhhhh.

I slowed my thrusting slightly, to let Christy come down from her high.

"Noooooo, don't slow down, ohhhh fuck my pussy."

I speeded up again.

"Yesss, yesss, that's it, ohhhh yessss, fuck me silly, aghhh."

I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Christy's tight little pussy was really squeezing my cock hard.

"Cum for me Jim, I want you to cum in my pussy,"

"I'll get you pregnant."

"No, I'm on the pill, cum in my pussy."

That did it. It set me off. I said "Ohhh yesss, NOW Christy, NOW." She felt my cock grow slightly larger, then felt the cum, as it squirted inside her. My balls were really full. I must have squirted inside of her five or six times. The cum was running out of her cunt, and down the crack of her bottom.

I was still hard inside her. I rolled over, so she was on top of me. We kissed, and my hands slipped to her cute little bottom, and I began to squeeze.

"Ummm, I didn't know it would be like that."

My cock got soft, and it slipped out of Christy's pussy.

Christy raised up, off my chest, and said, "Jim, I'll want a lot more of that... Uh, just not right now. You kinda made my pussy sore."

"Want me to kiss it, and make it all better?"

"OHHHH, no, please, not right now. Jim, where did you learn to do all that wonderful stuff?"

"I've been reading a lot, on the internet, and you're the recipient of that. Christy, you're not a little girl any more. You're all woman now, a very beautiful woman."

"Thanks Jim. I've wanted it to be you, for a long time. Ever since that camp out."

Christy slid off of me, and snuggled up to my side, put her head on my shoulder, and we drifted off to sleep. Twice more that night we made love.

The next morning, noises from the kitchen, woke me up. I was about to shoo Christy back to her room, when her mother quietly opened the door, and came in.

"Uh-Oh" I thought.

Her mom grinned, and said, "Well, I wondered where Christy slept last night. I see it was here, with you. She gave me a big hug, and I knew it would be all right.

"Did you make love to her last night?"

I looked her in the eye, and said "Yes... I did."

Her mother smiled, and said, "Jim, I knew from talking to Christy, that she's wanted this to happen, for a long time. please be good to her,"

I told her, "Of course. That will be easy."

"Breakfast in about an hour." she said, as she walked out of the room.

In a few minutes, Christy rolled over, stretched, and sat up.

"Good morning sexy." I said. She snuggled up next to me for a kiss.

"I thought I heard my mom in here. Guess I was dreaming." 

"You did hear your mom in here."

"Ohhh, nooo."

"Relax, she knows we slept together, and she's O.K. with it."

"Really."

"Uh-huh."

"What did she say."

"She wanted to know if I made love to you."

"What'd you tell her?"

"The truth." I told her, "Yes, I slept with you."

"Ohhhh, what then?"

"She asked me to be very good to you. I told her, that would be very easy."

That brought a big hug, and a sweet kiss.

"Come on. We have time for a shower, before breakfast."

Into the shower, where we soaped each other up. There was lot's of touching, and rubbing, especially when I soaped her titties, and her lovely pussy. We finally got out, and dried each other off.

When we finally made it to the kitchen, her mom looked up, and greeted us. "Morning little one, morning Jim." With a glint in her eye, she asked, "Sleep well honey?"

Christy looked at her mom...not quite sure. her mom grinned, and Christy knew it was all right, and went to hug her mom.

Ned, and Joanna came in to the kitchen about that time. Joanna took one look at Christy, then looked at me. She silently mouthed, "Did you???? and pointed at Christy.

I smiled, and gave her an imperceptible nod.

Joanna clenched her fist, and mouthed, YES!!!!

After we had breakfast. her mom said, "You kids are on your own today. Dad and I have to be the greeting committee, and we'll be gone all day. There's plenty of food in the fridge for you."

After they left, Ned and Joanna said, they were going to play volleyball, and did we want to come.

Christy said, "No, we'll clean up the kitchen, maybe later." We finished the kitchen, and Christy said, "Jim, can we just stay here? We can lay out on the back deck. There's one of those air mattress there, and the deck will be shady all day."


Christy and Paul



To the average outsider, Paul had the world at his feet at the age of thirty. He'd been in charge of the entertainment agency since his father passed away four years earlier. 

He had a beautiful, spacious office that showed the city's skyline behind his desk, fine, mahogany furniture, with a imported leather couch in one corner. 

He drove a vintage Mercedes, lived in a dazzling condo in the best part of the city, and money seemed endless.

And he was attractive; a shade under six feet tall and a hair away from an even 200 pounds, eight-inch cock, olive skin, dark hair, and hazel-green eyes.

Paul could have had sex when he wanted it, but it wasn't just sex he wanted. He wanted to make love, for it to actually mean something. 

He often dreamed of a woman to share what he had, to have the warm body in his bed of someone that he cared about and who would return the ardor.

He did have a girl once. Ashton had also come from a good family and was a gorgeous blonde, but she'd been a total bitch, verbally abusive to him and full of herself in general. 

She was very conscious about her appearance, vowing to stay model thin and had gotten a boob job on top of that. 

He really didn't find the fake tits or seeing her ribs sexy, but she was better than no woman at all at the time.

Nevertheless, he had planned on getting married, but Ashton was not only uptight about sex with him, but also made it clear she didn't want to have children.

Paul had found out later she'd been running around on him the entire time with her family's gardener.

He had everything.....but why couldn't he find a good woman like his friends and colleagues had? Christ, even the kid in the mail room had a girlfriend.

But even without having the right woman in his life presently, there were times Paul did get horny; they were rare nowadays, but for the times they happened and jerking off didn't do the job, it wasn't uncommon for him to call up an agency for an escort.  

The girl would come to his office, be paid for her services, get on her knees and suck his cock, followed by a quick, impersonal fuck on the leather couch before she would dress and leave.

And he still felt empty.

Paul's luck began to change one Friday evening when he had been the only one left in the office, working late on a project. 

It had started when he had heard something fall out in the lobby outside of his office, and he'd gone to investigate.

What he found there was the cleaning woman picking up a picture from the wall that had fallen, but it wasn't the type of cleaning woman he'd expected.

Christy was nineteen, a pretty young woman at 5'2 and 145 pounds, full breasts, a rounded ass, copper-colored hair and clear blue eyes. 

She too had come out of a relationship, or what crudely passed for one when Anthony hadn't been screwing around on her with every slut in sight, saying if Christy wasn't getting so fat, he wouldn't need to go fuck other women. 

Finally, she'd had enough, packed up while Anthony had been at work, moved in with a friend and gotten the cleaning job, Paul's agency being her assignment when the previous cleaning woman had retired.

It had been her first night there alone and she'd been startled when she spotted Paul, not expecting anyone to still be in the building outside of the old security man downstairs that had let her in.

"I'm sorry..." she stammered. "It fell while I was cleaning."

Paul gave her a smile, liking what he saw. "It's perfectly fine. You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No...no. But it's my silly fault; I should have gone downstairs and asked James for a ladder before trying to reach so far. Being short is a pain in the ass."

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have had the decorators hang things so high," he smiled at her again. "You know, I'm just about to finish up some work and would love some company once you're done."

"Okay," she smiled shyly, wondering if this guy always asked cleaning ladies to keep him company, especially with him being so attractive. He had to have a wife or girlfriend, didn't he?

Paul nodded, going back into his office, this time leaving the door open. 

He watched her for awhile, giving off a small, very low groan when Christy had bent over to pick up something she had dropped.

God, she has a wonderful ass, he thought. I bet her husband or boyfriend has a great time with her.

Paul continued to stare, marveling that even in her uniform, Christy looked like a woman should, not like some bony, adolescent boy. 

He was mostly an ass man, and she had one of the best he'd seen in ages. 

Yes, sir, in the body department, she would have put that skeleton Ashton--and her silicone tits-- to shame!

And, he would find out later, Christy had a bubbly personality to match. They would talk for a long time that first night, Paul offering to take her for a late dinner.

"Oh, I'm not really dressed for that," Christy protested, gesturing at her uniform. "I just got some jeans and stuff downstairs to change into after work."

"It's not anything fancy," he laughed. "Besides, I like your company; I could care less how you are dressed."

"Are you always this nice to the cleaning girls?" she smiled.

"Only the nice ones," Paul grinned at her again. "But maybe you should call your husband and say you're going to be late first."

"Oh, I'm not married," she said. 

"Well, your boyfriend then," he corrected himself.

"I don't have to worry about that either." 

"There's no man in your life at all?" Paul asked, secretly elated.

Christy shook her head. "There was someone, but I dumped him a couple of weeks ago. He cheated on me and kept saying it was because I was fat."

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. FAT? What the hell was wrong with guys these days? Christy was absolutely perfect, and he told her so.

"You don't think I'm fat?" Christy asked, hardly believing her ears.

"You're a lovely woman. There's going to be some lucky man out there that will bend over backwards to have you."

They had gone to dinner after she'd changed her clothes, discussing their lives and finding that despite their age difference, had a lot of common interests and goals. 

Paul had taken her home afterwards, seeing that she got in safely before going back to his own empty condo.

From that night onward, Paul made a point of staying late, keeping an eye and ear out for Christy to arrive again to clean the offices.

He watched her appreciatively while she worked before she would come to chat with him afterwards. Paul would give her a ride home, telling her that it was too dangerous to take the bus or even a cab that late at night.

In the following weeks, they would become friends on a first-name basis and Paul couldn't remember when he'd been happier. 

Christy too enjoyed his company; he was such a sweet man, if a bit shy. They did things together and chatted online and on the telephone every weekend. 

Paul also offered to pay her tuition when she went back to school, but when Christy tried to decline, he had insisted. 

Every woman deserved a good education, he said, and he wanted to help a good friend. She didn't want to be cleaning offices the rest of her life, did she?

Of course, in the interim, Christy had found another boyfriend at school (much to Paul's disappointment, but he didn't show it) who turned out to be as bad as Anthony had been. 

She figured this was the way men were and resigned herself to Billy and his asshole ways. 

Besides, there were good times with him, unlike the ones she'd had with Anthony. And Billy had a job and didn't mooch off of her like Anthony, so things couldn't be that bad.

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Three months later, Paul and Christy had made love for the first time.

It had started off innocently enough; she had been working as always, but Paul had noticed she was quieter than usual. 

He decided to leave her alone for awhile until she finished working while he did little more than shuffle a few papers around.

Deciding enough was enough, Paul finally asked her if anything was wrong. "You're not your chatty self tonight," he added.

"Men suck!" Christy blurted out, and then caught herself. "Present company excepted, of course."

"No offense taken," he replied. "Let me guess, boyfriend trouble?"

"What else?" She rolled her eyes.

They had gone over to the couch in his office, Paul trying to comfort her.

"Christy, you're a beautiful, bubbly woman. Why do you put up with these losers? First there was that Anthony guy, and now this piece of work."

"Maybe that is all I can get. I seem to attract them anyway. At least when Anthony was sleeping around, he did it somewhere else. I go over to see Billy, and when I let myself in with the key he gave me, all I could see was his bare ass in the air before I could see he was screwing some cheerleader on his living room floor!"

Paul shook his head, barely hiding his disgust. A young woman like Christy didn't deserve an asshole like that; she needed someone that was loyal to her. 

Like me, he thought.

They had been talking some more about her miserable love life and before he had known it, Paul had leaned over, taken Christy in his arms, and kissed her softly. 

She had responded, returning the kiss before she realized what she had been doing, and pulled back quickly.

"What's wrong?" he asked gently, still holding her.

"I shouldn't be doing this. I'm not good enough for someone like you."

"Why, because you're a cleaning girl? I think I should be the one making the decision on who is good enough for me and who isn't. And baby, you are perfect."

As he felt his felt his cock growing in his pants, Paul proceeded to kiss her again, putting a hand under her top, stroking her back as his lips never left hers; they kissed passionately for a long time. 

His kissed a trail down Christy's neck as his hand found her bra and unclasped it, caressing a bare breast under her top. 

Oh yes, her tits were definitely courtesy of nature, he thought happily.

"Is that good, baby?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she moaned, then pulled away to remove her top and tossed it to the floor, giving him better access, before peeling off his shirt. 

Both of them were now topless as Paul began caressing her breasts again, licking, kissing and sucking on the pink nipples.

"You are absolutely beautiful," he smiled before he kissed her again, guiding one of her hands to his engorged crotch.

"Oooh," Christy said, gently rubbing the bulge. "Is that for me?"

"It's been for you from the first day you came in here, baby," he growled in her ear.

"You've wanted me that long?"

"Mmmm hmmm," he moaned, kissing her neck and tits again. "Do you want me?"

"Let me show you," Christy smiled, pulling away from Paul, kneeling on the floor in front of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching member.

Paul's eyes were now closed. She wrapped her mouth around the head before sliding her mouth down his shaft, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock and stroked it upward as she brought her mouth down to meet it.

Christy stopped stroking the base of his shaft and slid her mouth down his full length, her lips trembled against the base. 

It hadn't taken long for Paul to shoot his pent-up load. 

Unaffected by the sudden explosion into her mouth, Christy pulled forward just enough to swallow the rest, enjoying every drop of cum that streamed down her throat.

His eyes opened suddenly, realizing what happened.

"Christy, God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen....I guess I got too excited. I wouldn't cum in anyone's mouth like that..."

She had come up, cutting him off with a kiss. "I loved it. I loved doing that to you."

"Then I think there's something else you may like," he said, smiling.

He then lay her on the couch, pulling off her pants and thong, spreading her legs, revealing a trimmed mound that had a light red fuzz.

Paul dove his head between her legs, his tongue finding her sensitive parts and sliding it in and around her pussy as Christy began to moan softly. 

He began to tongue fuck her for a few moments before coming back up to tease her clit with the tip, licking round and round her pussy before nibbling on her lips and then flicking her clit again.

Within moments, Christy began to cum, Paul taking down every drop of her orgasm before making her turn over. 

His tongue went to work on her pussy once again; it had been so long since he'd gone down on a woman, and he loved it. 

Soon, he began to caress her full ass with his hands, parting the cheeks and sliding his tongue around her clean, pink asshole. 

God, he always dreamed of eating this beautiful butt, and now it was all his to enjoy.

Paul felt Christy's body shudder again as she let go yet another orgasm.

She had never had a guy do her ass like that before, and it felt so good and so hot!

Paul couldn't take it anymore; rock hard again, he had to fuck her. 

His hands still on her ass, he moved forward to mount her from behind.

She felt his cock press into her carefully. Christy was overwhelmed on how much he had stretched and was slowly filling her, moaning in pleasure.

He was about a third of the way in when she pushed back on his cock, taking more in. 

With Christy pushing back, Paul pushed further until he was totally buried inside of her, and he started fucking her slowly. 

Paul picked up the pace as she begged for it and it hadn't been long before she'd cum. 

Not the fake orgasms she'd had with Anthony or even that scumbag Billy, but a real, honest, mind-blowing one. 

Once she'd climaxed, he pulled out and turned her over, facing him. 

By this time, they had been going at it for over twenty minutes and he hadn't even cum yet. 

He had never experienced this kind of sex with a woman before, not even with the hookers he'd fucked.

He clenched his ass as his cock disappeared into her cunt again and he bent down to kiss her before grabbing her ankles and picking up his thrusts.

Hearing and feeling her orgasm, Paul pounded her pussy with fury. 

More hard thrusts followed as Christy cried out what a great fuck Paul was, how good his cock felt inside her, and how no man made her cum the way he did.

Paul could feel the muscles of Christy's pussy squeeze his cock, triggering his own orgasm. He felt long streams of hot cum shoot into her as they both cried out together.

When they finished, he collapsed beside her, their tongues entwined as they kissed and caressed each other.

"Come home with me tonight," he finally said.

How could she say no? Christy thought. 

She'd just experienced perhaps the best sex she'd ever had, and found herself wanting more.

They dressed quickly and left the building together, arriving at his condo about twenty minutes later. 

They had been barely in the door before both were totally nude again, this time in Paul's sprawling bedroom.

Christy pushed him onto the bed, straddling him and bouncing up and down on his cock as Paul groaned in pure ecstasy. 

He caressed her ass as he watched her full tits bounce with every thrust she pushed down on him. 

"You are so sexy doing that to me, you know that?" he panted.

She bounced on him a little longer before getting off and onto her knees.

"Paul, I want you to fuck my ass," she said, pushing it back toward his cock.

"Baby, I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure?"

"Fuck my ass," she repeated sexily. "I want to feel you cum in it the way you did my pussy."

He thought he'd died and gone to heaven; no woman he'd slept with ever wanted anal before, and here was this sexy young woman offering it to him.

Paul positioned himself, lining up with her before his cock disappeared in Christy's ass in one push.

Fucking her tight asshole slowly at first, he then had picked up thrusting harder and faster to her moans of encouragement. 

Just before Christy let out an orgasmic grunt, he felt the heat rising in his balls, the semen slipping its way up his dick.

He didn't want to cum yet; her ass felt so good, but he couldn't control himself any longer.

"Christy...I'm going cum!" Paul panted as he was thrusting in and out.

"Yes," she said, looking back at him. "Cum in my ass, baby. I want to feel you cum!"

Paul came for the third time that night, this time shooting his hot spunk deep into Christy's hot, tight asshole and loving every second of the sensation before he collapsed back onto the bed.

They lay beside each other in the bed, stroking and kissing one another before they went to sleep in each other's arms.

He moved her in with him the next day, having incredible sex with her practically every night, whether it would be on his office couch, in bed, or both. 

When Christy had gotten pregnant a month later, Paul was thrilled that she was carrying his heir and married her six months before their twin sons, Phillip and Patrick, were born.

As the years passed, the initial love and lust they had for each other grew, and when the boys were five, Christy had given birth to a daughter, Paulina.

In the interim of Paul's continued success and Christy staying home with the kids, their sex life hadn't slowed down since the first night they had made love on the leather couch in his office, which amazingly, he still had.

And tonight, on their tenth wedding anniversary, they were going to relive that moment.



Christy & the Bartender



Chrissy sat by the phone waiting. He was already two hours late and not a word. She had tried his mobile phone but it seemed to be turned off, and his home phone wasn't answering either. This wasn't the first time he had stood her up on a date, but she had made up her mind that it would be the last. Tonight was her night and she was going to make the most of it. After calling a cab, she said goodnight to her roommate Vicki and sat on the front steps to wait. 

The cab delivered her to the front door of club she had never been to before. She had been told it was the classiest club in town, and gaining access was never easy, unless you measured up to the strict standards set at the front door. She blushed a little when they not only let her in, but also gave her free entry. Wearing her new black latex skirt was already paying off. She had bought the skirt to impress Brad, but since he had better things to do tonight, she would find another to impress.

The front entrance was a flight of stairs that went upward with every step flashing a different color as she stepped on it. At the top of the stairs was another set of doors and another pair of very large, muscular bouncers. The dark haired one gave her a wink as he opened the door and she actually blushed. Tonight was not a night for blushes, so in a moment of spontaneous daring, she reached up and kissed the bouncers cheek. She has always had a thing for such big, strong men. Perhaps it was because she was so small in structure that these massive hulks of masculinity made her feel so petite and dainty. 

The bouncer laughed, catching her mood, sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her full on the mouth, tipping her backwards in a graceful dip. Setting her back on her feet, she giggled sheepishly and slapped his shoulder, darting through the door and into the club before anything else happened. 

Pulsing music met her at the door, lifting her already elevated excitement to new heights. She had been to clubs many times, but never alone, and never with such wicked thoughts in her mind. She felt intoxicated even though she was yet to have a drink, something she intended to rectify right away.

Making her way to the bar, she ordered a white wine, changing her mind and opting for a bloody Mary instead. The bar tender winked at her devilishly, asking if she would prefer a slippery nipple, his personal favorite. She declined with a toss of her long hair and a laugh, saying that the night she had in mind was going to wet more than just her nipple. He leaned over the bar, flashing his perfect white teeth and smiling with his sparkling eyes.

"I get off in an hour if you're not already wet by then, and I truly hope you won't be." 

Chrissy blushed a little, knowing full well what he was suggesting. The idea of taking home the barman excited her immensely. Many times she had come out to breakfast to find Vicki on the kitchen table, her legs spread and a barman or bouncer between them. She didn't know what it was about her roommate, but she did seem to have a thing for tables. Once Chrissy got a bowl of cereal and sat eating it while a rather large naked bouncer chatted to her, slamming his cock into Vicki. She had come to spilling the bowl a few times with his thrusting, but she managed to finish without a mess, heading off for a shower and date with Brad. 

Two things made her giggle at this point. The memory of Vicky on the table, and the thought of what Brad would think if turned up and found her on the table with the barman. The idea had merit, and Brad finding her in just such a situation might make him see she needed more then he had been providing. 

She finished the drink, and ordered another, this time accepting his offer of a slippery nipple, delighted to find it every bit as delicious as the bar tender said it would be. Before that drink was finished, another one appeared in front of her. She looked at Vince, at least that's what his nametag said he was called, he pointed to a guy across the bar. 

"Compliments of the tall gentleman in the black jacket." The man was eyeing her seductively, smiling and leaning in on the bar. She lifted the drink, tipping a little towards him in acknowledgment, then taking a sip. When she looked back to towards him, he had a dizzy blond hanging off his arm with a grip that made it quite obvious she had no intentions of letting go in a hurry. Chrissy thought the silly bitch would probably fall flat on her ass if she didn't have the support of his arm. The guy gave her a frustrated and apologetic look. The kind of look that said 'If I can dump this in a gutter someplace I'll be back for you.' 

Vince seems almost delighted that the guy had to take the intoxicated brat home. He gave Chrissy another drink. 

"This one's on me. I'll be back in a few, don't go anywhere." He really was serious about getting off work and making more than her nipples wet. She wiggled a little on her stool at the thought of it. As the music, atmosphere and alcohol began to mix Chrissy's senses, Vince appeared beside her. He had changed out of his work clothes, and into a tight pair of black leather pants, and a white shirt, left open half way down the front. Chrissy could not help thinking how good he looked. 

"Shall we dance?" Taking her hand he led her out onto the dance floor, spinning her around and wrapping her into his arms. For a moment she knew how the blond felt. If not for him holding her, she would have been on her ass on the floor. With her hands around his neck, and his hands resting comfortable on small of her back, they danced. 

Slowly he pulled her closer to him, breathing hot in her ear, his hands sliding down over her ass and cupping her tight cheeks. He kissed her neck, sending surges of pure lust surging through her, making her knees a little weak and her heart beat a little faster. 

The song finished and they paused for a moment waiting for the next song to begin, but a moment was more than enough. Their eyes met and their lips followed, devouring each other with heated passionate kiss, his hands cupping her ass so tight he almost lifted her off the floor and her fingers buried them selves into his mass of curly black hair. The music started again, but they didn't hear it. They could hear nothing but their own primal needs and the beating of their hearts. 

Breaking free of her body, Vince took her hand, leading her off the dance floor to a table reserved for staff and special guests. He took a chair behind the table, and pulling her onto his lap, resumed kissing her with more fire and passion than he had on the dance floor. Stroking her thigh with one hand, holding her to him with the other, his tongue exploring every cavity and crevice in her willing mouth, Chrissy new she was at the point of no return. But then, she had no intention of returning when she came here alone tonight. 

Vince's fingers ventured higher and higher up her thigh, her short skirt proving to be no hindrance at all to his curious fingers. The found the fabric of her panties, a touch that sent a surge of heat racing through Chrissy's crotch. She moaned softly into his mouth and he knew she was his, a plaything to do with as he pleased and be pleased. He caressed the soft fabric, feeling and teasing around the edges of the elastic, lifting it a little and sliding a finger underneath to stroke her soft bush. 

Chrissy could feel Vince growing hard in his tight pants under her ass. Just feeling him there, so hard, so close, it made her wiggle a little. A wiggle that had a very arousing affects on him. Her body was taking on a life force of it's own as her passion increased, and when his fingers reached her aching pussy, she became charged and alive. Spreading her legs as far as her skirt would allow she invited him to explore her most hidden treasures, and he was oh so eager to discover them. 

Stroking and caressing the edges of her panties, his fingers sought greater gifts. Finding the beginning of her tender slit and sliding his fingers along it, feeling her hard little love pearl, and then her moist and luscious entrance. He dipped his fingers into her exotic pool of love juices, covering them with the slippery smooth cream, then pulling back to find her sensitive jewel. His kisses became more intense, more aggressive and more desperate. Skilled fingers worked her throbbing clit, manipulating her into a creature of pure lust. 

Chrissy wiggled harder on his lap and he groaned with the extra pressure on his already throbbing cock. She burned to see what he had to offer her. Sliding from his lap and under the table she reached for his belt buckle. He leaned back in his chair, giving her more room to work, watching as she loosened the zip and released his caged monster. Chrissy gasped a little at the size of him. He was magnificent. She looked into his eyes for just a moment, licking her red painted lips before she took his throbbing purple head into her mouth. Moving her lips over him, sucking, teasing, and running the tip of her tongue around and around the sensitive rim. She hummed as she sucked, sending vibrations up the length of his shaft and into his loins. He groaned softly, running his fingers through her hair as he watched his cock vanishing into her delicious mouth. 

Soon he could take no more. Pulling her to her feet, he turned her round, her cute little ass facing him, sliding her skirt just high enough that he could pull her g-string to one side and pull her back against him. Slowly he moved her over him, lowering her onto his massive tool, impaling her on his love sword. She bit hard on her bottom lip, trying not to cry out at the sudden and complete intrusion of her sensitive pussy. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her until she could take no more of his length. Never before had he found a woman who had come so close to taking his full length. He was enthralled. Lifting her slowly up and down, his hand under her ass, she began to ride him. Sliding her hot box along his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper with every move, moaning softly in both pleasure and pain. 

If anyone had noticed them taking their pleasure behind the table, it wasn't made obvious, though at this point Chrissy hardly cared. Never had such desire and lust consumed her. With her hands on the edge of the table, she bounced up and down on his lap, her excitement growing with every beat of the music, and every thrust of his cock. He reached around with one hand, finding her tender clit and pinching it between his fingers, rubbing it, stroking it. 

She needed no more encouragement. Pushing down hard, her head thrown back, she bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying not to be heard over the pounding music. He gripped her slender waist, lifting her as he continued to thrust, her orgasm making her tight pussy even tighter. He groaned, trying to keep his own sounds down to a reasonable level, his cock pumping gush after gush of hot cum into her. At last he was done, every drop of his cum drained from within him. Wrapping his arms around her, his cock still buried deep within her throbbing womb; he pulled her back against him, holding her in their moment of shared pleasure. 

In time, he lifted her from his lap, sitting her close beside him on the next chair. She straightened her skirt and he did up the front of his pants, smiling at each other wickedly. Excusing her self for a moment, she headed for the ladies room to clean up a little, Vince grabbing her hand and pulling her back for another quick kiss before she left. 

Finding an empty cubicle, she did her best to clean up the sticky mess between her milky thighs. Her clit tingled and throbbed at her touch. It had been the single most thrilling sexual experience of her life, and she wanted more. Returning to the table, she was stunned to find Brad standing there talking to Vince. 

He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her roughly to him and tried to give her a kiss as she did her best to pull away.

"There you are gorgeous. I went to pick you up and Vicki said you'd gone already, so I figured you had come here."

Looking at her watch, it was already well after midnight. Her anger began to build; as much at his shabby treatment of their relationship, as the fact that he had just spoiled the wonderful feeling she had hoped she would never lose. She pulled from his grasp, giving him a contemptuous look.

"Eight o'clock was over four hours ago Brad and I waited for you long enough. It's past midnight and I have already turned back into a pumpkin, and you're still a stinking rat. You and I are history Brad. As of eight o'clock last night, the final chapter in our story was ended."

Vince had been leaning back against the table watching and listening to the conversation and he was not overly impressed by the way Brad treated his women. He was even less impressed by the way he was treating this particular woman. Figuring enough was enough, he motioned discretely to one of the bouncers. He intended getting her out of her before it got ugly and ruined a very nice evening. Slapping Brad on the shoulder, he reached for Chrissy's hand.

"Brad buddy, if you don't mind, I was just about to drop this lovely lady home. We'll catch you around." Brad looked stunned and confused when Chrissy took Vince's hand and began to walk away with him. Grabbing her arm, digging his fingers into her soft flesh leaving a nasty bruise, he jerked her back, raising his other hand in a move to strike her.

"You little bitch. No one walks away from me."

His fist was met mid swing with the sound of crunching bones. The bouncer who had kissed Chrissy at the front door now stood between her and Brad, his own huge fist squeezing Brads until the first finger cracked, then drove his other fist into Brads stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Brad buckled over and fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. Still standing over Brad, he nodded to Vince, letting him know that this would be taken care of and to get out of here. 

Taking Chrissy's hand again, Vince led her from the club and out to the rear car park, stopping beside a red corvette stingray to make sure she was all right. Apart from the darkening bruise on her arm, she was fine, a little shaken, but fine. Her heart was pounding in shock. Brad had always been a bit of an ass hole, but he had never threatened to hit her before, and by the look in his eyes up there, it was no threat. 

Vince held her to him, stroking her hair and hushing her until she was a little calmer and not shaking as badly. He wiped a tear from her cheek, looking into the bottomless depths of her deep brown eyes, kissing the end of her nose. 

"Are you alright now Baby?" she nodded yes and pressed her cheek back to his shoulder. He held her against him with one arm; with the other he fished into his pocket and found his car keys. He opened the door to the corvette and helped her in, liking the way she looked in the passenger seat. She looked at him a little confused.

"This is yours?" he threw back his head and laughed at her child like expression.

"Yes Baby, it's mine." He climbed in behind the steering wheel, starting the engine, and backing out of the lot. He drove for a while, not saying a word but looked at her often to be sure she was ok. She sniffed a little, wiping her nose with a tissue from her purse and looked out the window. He had a feeling he knew just how to make her feel better, driving to his favorite place to be alone.

He turned through a gate, drove down a narrow road the seemed to go on forever. Chrissy was becoming a little anxious as to where they were headed, they seemed to be in the middle of no where all of a sudden. He took her hand and squeezed it gently, smiling and assuring her that this was a place she would love and he really wanted to share it with her. 

She relaxed a little, but I fully understood her apprehension. They immerged from the trees in a small clearing that lead down onto a rocky beach. The full moon was just above the horizon, shining down with a stream of light that made Chrissy feel like she could just step out onto it and walk all the way to the moon. The waves broke almost silently over the rocks and a gently breeze kissed her face. Vince opened to door and took her hand helping her from the car. She has never seen a more beautiful place. Every ounce of pain and tension she had felt since leaving the club had been swept away on the gentlest of breezes. She took of deep breath of the warm salty air, leaning back into Vince's strong arms as he embraced her from behind. He made her feel so warm at that moment, so safe and secure. 

Turning to him, she reached up and kissed him tenderly, his own kisses a little heated, igniting a fire with her that threatened to consume them both. Lifting her onto the bonnet of the car, he reefed up her skirt, snapping the side of her g-string and ripping from her body. Laying her back, he spread her slender thighs and buried his hungry mouth in her soft bushy crotch. She dug her fingers into his hair, directing him to the places she waned him most. There was no tenderness in his ravaging lips, but he still took care not to hurt her in any way. Licking, sucking and biting, he lapped and sucked, gorging himself on her tenderness. 

Chrissy's body was on fire, burning with a need she never new existed but demanded be fed. Her body wiggled and writhed under his the attention of his incredible mouth. His hands holding tight to her him, not allowing her pussy to escape his torturing tongue for even a moment. She was close, so close. He stood, leaning over her body, digging his strong fingers into the fabric of her blouse and ripping it from her gorgeous breasts. She cried out at the ferocity of his passion, reveling in the glory of her own wondrous freedom of self. His mouth found her breast as his cock found her pulsing hot hole, biting and sucking as he pushed himself deep into her.

"Oh yes." He moaned as her body opened up to welcome all of his throbbing cock deep inside her. She was magnificent. Meeting him thrust for thrust, holding his head to her breasts, directing him to where her pleasure lay. Over and over he drove himself into her, feeling her entire body shuddering in wave after wave of heated orgasm, the inner walls of her pussy squeezing his cock, threatening to suck him dry. 

He was nor ready yet. Slowing for a moment, letting her heaving body quiet just a little as her orgasm subsided, he thrust into her once more, driving her with the same ferocious need he exhibited a few moments before. Her body was gripped by another shattering wave of orgasmic pleasure and he could hold back no more. Pulling his cock from her heated depths, he administered the final few strokes with his hand, shooting a stream of hot cum over her breasts and face. Another load shot over her shoulder and onto the glossy polish of the bonnet, and yet another covered her panting belly. 

He collapsed on top of her, painting for breath and resting his head on her breasts. She stroked his hair, giving her own body time to recover as she swam in the afterglow of their pleasure. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the water edge, walking out a short distance and sitting in the waist deep water with her in his lap. 

Chrissy snuggled in close as the cool water covered her body, trusting in his arms to keep her safe. As he began to bath her in the salty water, washing away the stick cum the coated her splendid body, she gave him a curious look.

"Vince, how do you afford a car like that on a bar tenders salary." 

"Is that what you think I am? A bar tender?" his eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted a hand full of water and washed her cheek. He could see she was confused and it touched his heart.

"Yes. Of course, aren't you?" She pulled away from him a little, looking into his face, searching his eyes.




Christy & the Bartender



"Well, I guess in a way I am. I'm often behind the bar; especially if we're short staffed like we were tonight. I like working behind the bar, and since I own it, it's only right that I help out when I can. I like to see my customers happy. And on what I earn, I can easily afford that car, and the other three I have just like it, this beach and the land surrounding it, and that house up there in the cliffs." Pointing up, she could just make out the lights of a massive house that overlooked the ocean. She was in a complete state of shock.

"Oh my god. Your Vince Boleros." 

He could not help but laugh. She really didn't know who he was and yet she wanted him. She thought he was nothing more than a bar tender and yes she desired him. That was not something that happened often and he was deeply touched by her honesty. She was the first real woman he'd had since he made his first million and she was everything he could have hoped to find. He kissed her again, this time with tenderness and caring. This woman had stirred something in his he didn't want to lose.

"Yes little one, I am Vince Boleros, and I am yours to command. Make a wish and I will do all within my power to make it come true."

She considered him for a moment, trying to grasp the reality of her situation. It didn't matter to her who or what he was; no man had even made her feel the way he was making her feel. Still a little breathless, her sweet lips curled up in a wickedly hot smile. 

"Take me home, I want my flat mate to see what breakfast on the kitchen table looks like first thing in the morning."

He wasn't really sure what she had in mind, but as far as he was concerned, as long as she was there, it sounded great.



Christy Ann, Meet Cephas



Christy Ann was a good girl. At 22 years old, she went to an all-girl college, studying literature; she took mission trips in the summers, and one day planned to marry a good man who she would give her virginity to in exchange for good children. He would travel to uncharted territories with her and help her bring the word of God to the heathens. 

But Christy Ann had a secret. Sometimes, she had wanton thoughts, filthy thoughts! Thoughts so offensive, she would go to the campus chapel and pray for Jesus' forgiveness until she lost feeling in her knees. Sometimes, the thoughts were so bad, she wished she could wash her mind out with soap. When this happened, she doubled her hours at the shelter, took an extra Bible study, and essentially kept herself too busy to think.

You see, she wasn't like the other girls in her dormitory who talked about boys and sex, and even compared notes. She was a good girl. The girls had once coaxed her into saying the word 'pussy,' and she had blushed so fiercely, they had laughed at her. She didn't like hanging out with those girls. They were whores and temptresses. But, she wondered if they ever got turned on reading "The Scarlet Letter" when Reverend Dimmsdale beat himself in his closet. And she bet they didn't wish they were Aslan being laid bare and humiliated for everyone to see in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe."

It was this last particularly offensive thought that had sent Christy Ann to the chapel that day. She had been wet between the legs, imagining someone cutting her hair and exposing her in front of strangers.

After three hours of prayer, she felt nearly cleansed enough to walk the four blocks to the food pantry to help prepare care packages for the rest of the afternoon. It was as she was crossing the street in front of the pantry that the bus hit her.

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When Christy Ann awoke, she ached all over. Her hands felt cold and numb. Her shoulders, back, and knees felt like, well, like she had been hit by a bus. When she opened her eyes, however, panic boiled into her mouth, effectively cutting off any scream she may have had. She was standing, not lying down, and she wasn't in a hospital, that was for sure. It had to be a torture chamber of some kind. Everywhere, her eyes fell on chains, racks, ropes, whips—all things she'd imagined existed, but actually seeing them terrified her. There was even what looked like a leather-clad saw horse, a wide basin big enough to hold a body, and a drain in the floor. She could only guess what those were needed for. 

She clasped her hands before her to pray, and that's when she saw the cuffs. Large, metal ones with a short, thick chain running between them. Around her ankles were similar ones attached to a long chain that ran to an eye-hook in the floor. And she was naked as the day God made her. Having no way to cover herself, she blushed hard even though she was the only one in the room. 

No sooner had she had the thought, than she heard a door open behind her. Someone, or something, came into the room, but she didn't dare turn to look behind her. Whatever it was, it was heavy and walked on two feet. She could hear its feet clacking on the ground like hooves. Christy Ann dropped to her knees and clenched her eyes shut, asking Jesus not to let her see the thing.

She heard the thing walk around her, standing in front of her, now. She felt its breath on her face like a warm breeze. She could smell it, a scent like rain in July but with an animal smell, like fur and musk. It wasn't so unpleasant; she was tempted to open her eyes to peek at the thing, but then it snorted at her and seemed to raise taller, casting a shadow over her. 

"Christy Ann," it spoke with a voice like a water fall. "Look at me."

She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw its feet first. Hooves, cloven ones. She felt silent, hot tears begin running down her cheeks. Somehow, she had failed Jesus, and He had seen fit to cast her down when the bus hit her. She was in the presence of a daemon.

Her eyes moved slowly, fearing each inch of the beast they took in. Its legs were a blue-gray color and covered in shaggy fur. The knees bent backward instead of forward, and a ragged loin cloth covered its hips and groin. Above the cloth rose an impossibly wide and muscled torso in the same dusty shade of blue as its legs but the hair shortened and dwindled the higher up she looked. Equally wide and muscular arms crossed over its chest. Startling gray eyes with rectangular-shaped pupils stared sternly at her from a face that looked roughly hewn from stone as if the sculptor had gotten the shape of a man's face then walked away, never smoothing it out. A shock of hair a few shades darker than its skin hung heavily over its brow, accentuating rather than obscuring the pair of great gray horns that swept up and back over its pointed ears. It stood over her, at least nine feet tall.

"Do you know where you are?"

Christy Ann could only nod mutely.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Satan?" She managed to squeak.

He chuckled then, a sound like boulders rolling around inside his chest. "No, some call me Cephas, but you must call me Master." His words were forceful but not necessarily unkind. Christy Ann found herself relaxing minutely but caught herself. Daemons were only meant for one thing, and it wasn't to be trusted. This could only end poorly for her.

As if in confirmation to her thoughts, she heard a whip crack. She jumped but felt no bite, nor did she see the great monster move. He had nothing in his hands, which were still crossed, one on each gigantic bicep. Then, she felt it, a brush against her side, like a cat. She looked down to see a dark blue tuft of fur like that on the end of a lion's tail. He had a tail, a long, whip-thin, prehensile one at that. It wrapped around her leg and pulled suddenly, roughly yanking her knees apart, causing them to scrape on the floor and, worse, bare her sex wide open to Cephas' eyes.

"Your first rule as my slave is to never look me in the eye, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." A flood of embarrassment flowed over her as she realized she liked hearing herself say that. 

"I don't think you do. Look at me!"

Not thinking, only obeying, she looked at him. In a split second, she realized what she had done in her confusion. He laughed, and his tail came down fast on her inner thigh, stinging. She yelped, startled more than injured. A split second after that, she was shocked to find her inner folds were growing damp, and she was considering glancing up at him again for another slap. 

"I knew you didn't understand, but you will. Rule number two, you are not allowed clothes, and you will always present yourself thus," he gestured to her current position. "Legs apart, on the floor. Your hands will always be at the back of your head. Do that now." She placed her hands at the back of her head and laced her fingers, effectively presenting her round, smooth breasts. 

"Good, I like to be able to always see, and access, what's mine." His tail tickled the thick, curling hairs of her triangle then rose to his nose. He took a long, relishing whiff as her cheeks burned red. "You're wet, my little slut. What would Jesus think?"

That was it! She could take the humiliation and degradation, but she wasn't going to stand by and let this daemon mock her in the name of The Savior! She rose to her feet and pointed a finger at his expanse of a chest. "Don't you dare talk that way! He may have been forced to turn his back on me, but he still loves me! He loves all of us, even you, probably! You just wait and see!" Her own chest heaved, and her eyes burned. Shackled and naked as she was, she stood her ground against the four-hundred pound monster.

"You need to learn your place, Slave." Cephas didn't yell. In fact, Christy Ann would have been less terrified if he had. Instead, he whispered, and a darkness came over his eyes. He retrieved a large wooden box and set it in front of her. She tried to shrink away, but he grabbed her roughly by the back of the neck and pushed her down over it. He clipped her cuffs to a karabiner on the side of it before stalking away.

Christy Ann turned her head to watch Cephas stride over to the wall of whips and stare quietly at his choices. He lovingly touched a few then chose a long, black leather skein. It unraveled and slithered to the floor. Its handle was of brightly polished cherry with leather wrapped around it for a grip. It was longer than Cephas was tall, putting at over ten feet. The last foot was separated into a half dozen smaller whips, each tipped with a silver bead. 

Christy Ann's mouth watered just watching him shake it out and test its heft in his massive hand. The thought of what it would feel like to have him fuck her with that cherry handle slipped into her mind, and she cursed herself silently. He saw the color flood her cheeks and grinned.

Flicking his wrist expertly, the little beads snapped resoundingly, centimeters from her face. He laughed that deep rumble again then coiled it up and placed it back on the wall.

"No," he whispered. "I want to be close for your first punishment. It's more personal that way." He moved down the wall to a series of smaller whips, floggers, straps, and paddles. He repeated his process of touching a few and testing others.

Christy Ann wished he would pick one already. The fear and anticipation were getting to be too much. She was terrified out of her mind. 'I have to be out of my mind,' she thought to herself. "Why else would my body be hijacking my reason like this?' Her upper lip was beading with sweat and she unconsciously coiled her tongue over it to lick it away. Her limbs felt tingly, but she didn't think it had anything to do with cold or fatigue. 

She concentrated on a bead of wetness that was slipping down her crack, tickling her sensitive skin. 'It could be sweat,' she thought, 'but it's probably pussy juice.' Pussy. She thought about it and decided if there ever was a time to start using words like pussy, or fuck, now would be it. It clearly didn't matter anymore. She chuckled softly into her upraised arm. The movement caused that little liquid bead to tantalize her further, and she shivered.

Cephas caught her small movements, and his hand stopped over a small flogger. "Hmm, this one?" He seemed to be asking her.

She looked at it and a moan caught in her throat. It was simple, a blonde wood and rawhide affair not much more than a foot long. Its handle was worn smooth as if by years of loving use. The rawhide was also rather smooth with use, the ends of the strips slightly umber with blood-stains. It was exactly like the one she imagined Reverend Dimmsdale used on himself!

Cephas took it down and slapped his palm with it a couple times, experimentally. With a satisfied grunt, he nodded his head. He brought it to her face, holding it under her nose. "Answer me truthfully, Slave, and I might make your punishment lighter. Do you like this one?"

She looked pleadingly into his eyes, silently asking him not to make her answer. The truth mortified her. Instantly, she felt the sting as he cracked her across the upturned backside with the tool. She winced as the wetness flooded her pussy even as the blood rushed to her ass. 

"I told you not to look me in the eye!" He yelled. She felt a few drops of spit spray onto her back. Another crack stung her other cheek. "And that is for not answering me right away! The only reason you would delay answering is because you're thinking of a lie." He thrust the flogger back under her nose. "And I won't tolerate lying. Now, do you like this one?"

She looked at a spot against the far wall and nodded, tears slipping from her eyes.

"Why?"

She struggled not to look into those gray goat eyes again. "Why do I like it or why do I like that one in particular? Master?" she added quickly.

"Why this one?" He smiled knowingly at her. 

"It looks like someone really loved it."

"And?"

"It looks like one I'd use on myself—and enjoy it." She sagged in defeat and clenched her eyes shut, tears flowing freely now. Cephas placed his giant, blue hand on her head and pushed her hair out of her face. "And that's why I'm here, isn't it? I tried to be good, but in my heart, I'm wicked," She continued, sniffling.

"Yes," he simply replied, walking behind her. "And it's my pleasure to punish you. I think twenty might teach you about insubordination." With that, he laid into the flesh on her thighs and ass. With each stroke, Christy Ann gasped with the mingled pain and pleasure, but she didn't cry out. She had no reason not to: he hadn't forbidden it, nor had she thought it a test of her strength. She simply resolved to take her lashes. The pain was nothing compared to the humiliation of the dampening of her thighs as her body continued to betray her. She thought he'd be able to smell her arousal by the end of it.

Cephas worked methodically, rotating between each of her thighs and each cheek so five strokes fell upon each. He raised great red welts and turned her entire hindquarters into a rosy bloom, but he didn't break the skin. 

When he completed his work, he did something that surprised her, though. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on each surface, in the center of each over-heated nest of welts. The kisses felt cool and seemed to flow from his lips like water, soothing the burn but not getting rid of it completely.

"There, my pet," he whispered. "You see that your master is not only about punishment. I want you to know that your hurts do not go unnoticed by me."

Christy Ann knew he was referring not to the punishment he had inflicted, but to the one Jesus and the Holy Father had when they abandoned her here. But she couldn't be mad at Them for seeing into her black and wanton heart...

"Now, Slave, kneel again before me," Cephas broke her reverie. She slid off the box awkwardly, returning to her knees, mindful to keep her legs spread. She waited patiently for him to unhook her from the karabiner then scrubbed the tears and snot from her face with the back of her arm before quickly remembering to lace her hands in her hair. He smiled his approval.

"Clearly, you've learned rule number three which is to answer me truthfully immediately, so rule number four: You will treat my guests as you treat me. I don't care if you're bashful or ashamed. Anything you would do for me, you will do for them." He leaned down to her, his giant blue face inches from her small, pale one. The smell of petrichor soothed her as she inhaled him deeply. "Anything," he emphasized.

He proceeded to unlock her wrists completely, freeing them from the cuffs. As he allowed her a moment to rub the feeling back into her hands, he surprised her with his words, "It was your shame that got you into this mess in the first place." 

Shame? Her mind reeled. How could having shame gotten her a ticket to Hell? Shame was supposed to cleanse you of vanity and impurity...

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Cephas sat atop the big box and lifted an eyebrow. She bowed and turned to the door. She started to crawl toward it but was stopped by that rolling chuckle. "Although I really enjoy that tight, young ass of yours high up in the air like that, you can stand to answer the door." Christy Ann blushed crimson but rose to her feet. It was difficult to crawl in the leg irons, anyway. 

No sooner had she opened the door than she sank back to her knees and assumed her position. She watched two sets of feet enter the room. The first pair belonged to a man as far as she could tell. They wore soft leather boots that buckled up the back of the calf. She was reminded of a movie she saw about the passion of Christ. They looked like Roman soldier's boots. She wanted to spit on them.

The other pair decidedly did not belong to a man. They were hooves like Cephas' except closed like a horse's rather than a goat or pig. And they shone brightly like silver. The fur on the legs was brilliantly white. She was forced to squint a little, looking at those magnificent hooves. She had started to think of Cephas as an Earth daemon. His laugh and voice reminded her of mountains or monoliths. She wondered if maybe this one was some kind of temptation daemon. His legs, at least, were certainly beautiful to behold and mocked the holy light of God.

The two sets of feet stopped in front of her and were joined by her new master's blue-gray ones. 

"Ah! So this is why you invited us over, Cephas! She's a beauty, isn't she?" Spoke the man. She dared look up a little further as he embraced her master. The man wore robes like in ancient times, and they were red, but they weren't soldier's garbs. They were rather casual, she decided, coming to his shins and belted at the waist with a simple brown cord. His chest was partially exposed, revealing a smattering of chest hair on a dark complexion. His neck was the highest she dare look, fearing Cephas' wrath in front of these strangers.

"Yes! My new slave!" He declared, proudly. She was startled to find herself proud that she made him proud.

The Roman's jaw clicked. "Your new slave?" Christy Ann heard his incredulity. 

"Yessir, I've taken a personal interest in this one."

"Why doesn't she look at me?" The white creature spoke for the first time. Even though it talked quietly, its voice seemed to resound in her head like she was standing inside a ringing church bell.

"Because she's a good girl. She learns quickly." Cephas placed his hand proprietarily on her head, and she sat up straighter, feeling another surge of pride. She'd momentarily forgotten she was stark naked and presenting herself like a piece of meat. In fact, listening to them talk about her, she had kind of forgotten she was a human soul and not a T-bone. "She just got here today. Poor thing was hit by a bus leaving church of all places!"

The three of them had a good chuckle at that. Christy Ann scowled, feeling that annoyance again. Were they laughing at her for going to church or laughing at the Church itself? Either way, she didn't like it.

She was just about to say something about it, too, when she was promptly reminded of her station. The Roman's boot found its way between her thighs and into her crotch. Any words she may have had were washed away in a flood of lust and mortification. When it came away, the toe was glistening with her juices.

"Interesting," the boot's owner commented.

"Cephas, make her look at me," the white creature demanded, its clanging voice taking on a bit of a whine.

"Christy Ann, Mikkuli-ili would like you to see his face."

"Her name is Christy Ann?" the Roman snorted.

But her focus was on the white beast. It was built similarly to Cephas with wide, muscular legs, backward knees, and a broad, full chest, but it wore armored leggings and a silver chest plate with golden scales on the front. A strap crossed diagonally over its chest, the hilt of a sword could be seen over its left shoulder. It was a warrior daemon of some kind, then, not a temptation daemon. 'It fought against God's angels and was tossed down here with Lucifer,' Christy Ann realized, and she wanted to gouge its eyes out. 

But it was its eyes that terrified her the most. At first, she didn't think it had any, just great gaping sockets, but then she caught light reflecting in them. They were large, overly-large for its face, and completely pitch black. Having them look out at her from the human-looking face made her shiver. In contrast to its white fur and pale skin, it had jet black eyebrows over those disconcerting eyes and a shock of black hair that rode loose waves down its shoulders. It was more lithe and slightly shorter than Cephas, but it made up for it in sheer presence. Overall, she had never seen anything so gorgeous and horrifying as this creature. 




Christy Ann, Meet Cephas



As she stood gaping, the creature Mikkuli-ili chuckled in her head. "That's more like it," he purred. 

"Christy Ann." Cephas' voice, like plunging those church bells into water, brought her back to her senses. "I'd like you to meet my two closest friends. The vain one is Mikkuli-ili, but you can call him Mike. The short one, I like to call Simon. He might be bossy, but he's been like that for millennia. Most of us have gotten used to it by now." He put his hand back on the head of his slave.

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"Well, aren't you going to greet them?" Christy Ann didn't know the proper greeting, being new to this sort of thing, so she looked at her master's shoulders. They shrugged as if to say, 'Do as you like," so she did the first thing that came to mind. She fell to her hands, put her butt in the air and pressed her tongue to the Roman's boot.

Why that felt like the right thing to do, she didn't know, but it just did. It was only after she made contact that she realized that it was the boot that had been in her pussy. She thought the idea of cleaning her own lubrication from his toe would turn her stomach, but on the contrary, it did a cartwheel of pure pleasure. Her inner thighs warmed and she felt her exposed outer lips contract deliciously. She tasted salty and kind of buttery, she decided, not disgusting at all. She began to lap hungrily, licking the entire surface with abandon. 

"Yeah, clean that boot, you filthy slut," Simon commanded as if it had been his idea all along.

She whimpered happily as she worked, crawling on her hands and knees to move around his legs to clean the whole surface then switching to the other one. She found herself a little disappointed that his boots were so clean already as her tongue slid smoothly over the leather without a bit of grit or even a scuff to break up the slippery work.

When she was done with the Roman, she crawled to the Daemon and started again. His hooves were slightly ridged, which made her happy as her tongue deftly slid in, out, and over them. The fur tufting at the top of his hoof tickled her nose, and she found when she licked that hair, he seemed to purr low in his throat. The rumble rode down his body into hers and made her vibrate deliciously. Christy Ann decided she liked bringing Mike pleasure. She hoped her master would command her to do it more. 

As she continued her pleasurable task, she was unaware of Simon and Cephas shifting out of her range of sight. Suddenly, a hand was on her ass. She paused for a moment, unsure what to do. It massaged her flesh for a moment, coaxing her to continue her work.

She put her head back down to Mike's hoof and the fur that was becoming a little damp with her ministrations.

"That's a good bitch," she heard Simon say from behind her. He played with her cheek, his hand slipping ever closer to her pussy with each pinch, squeeze, or swat. She tensed when she felt his fingers fall on her outer lips. When his fingers began to rub her slit gently, spreading her wetness around them, she lifted her head in alarm, looking for her master. 

When she found him, the look of fear on her face made him give pause for a brief moment. "Please," she whispered. "I never--" but the words failed her. Was this to be part of her torture? She didn't want to be broken in, or maybe, even though she couldn't understand it, she had begun to trust her Master, and if she was going to be taken, she wanted him to do it. 

To her horror, Cephas gave Simon a slight nod.

She hung her head in dejection. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand on her head, pressing her cheek against the warm, short fur of Mike's shin. It was a strange offer of comfort, but she took it, burying her brow in that fur. The hand stroked her hair gently.

Simon slipped his slender finger into her virgin hole, and even as she began to cry again, Christy Ann shuddered with pleasure. He didn't push very far, though, only going to that slight film of a barrier before retreating just as slowly. 

"She's so tight and wet," Simon reported, his voice low and husky with a slight tremble. "You do have yourself a good girl here, Cephas." Simon's fingers resumed caressing her folds, working the wetness up and down her crack. Christy Ann wondered if she should continue cleaning Mike's hooves, but he hadn't moved his hand away. She didn't realize it at first, but she had begun to sway, rocking her hips in rhythm with Simon's hand, moving against his hand. She heard him chuckle and stopped herself. She wasn't going to give him any satisfaction. Even if it did feel really good. 

"Tease," he muttered. Then, as if in retaliation, he slipped his finger further down beneath her, catching her quite by surprise as he fingered her swollen little clit. She twitched and yelped at the touch, and Mike's hand clamped down tighter on her head, essentially trapping her against his leg. 

"What—What are you doing? What is he doing to me, Master?!" She cried out in fear. She had never felt something so intense! She didn't know if it felt good or bad. It burned, and it made the nerves leading away from her sex burn all the way to her fingers and toes. She wanted to swat Simon's hands away from her, wanted to wrench her head from Mikkuli-ili's grasp, but she was scared, so scared! She was scared to let Simon keep electrocuting her or whatever he was doing, but she was scared to make him stop, as well. 

"I do believe she's never had an orgasm before, either!" Simon declared, sounding a bit awestruck to Christy Ann. She stopped squirming for a moment, processing the situation. An orgasm? Was that how one reached orgasm? If that was how it felt, she didn't know if she ever wanted to have one! 

"Have you never masturbated?" It was Mike's turn to sound incredulous. He let go of her head and looked down at her between his legs. "You're human, you've got the parts! Why didn't you use them? Shit, even your precious Jesus masturbated!"

"No, he didn't. S-Sir," Christy Ann caught herself at the last moment. "I'm chaste, and so was he!" 

"Were you there?" Simon replied.

"Chaste but not dead from the waist down!" Mikkuli-ili said at the same time.

Cephas chuckled his boulder-on-boulder chuckle.

Christy Ann had no reply. She was beginning to doubt everything she had been taught and had taught to others about their Savior. If he had touched himself impurely, what else had he done? If he was thus soiled, why did he have the right to send her here to be a daemon's plaything? 'No,' she thought. These were daemons, capable of lying just for the sake of it. 

"Well, let's open this puppy up and see what she can do, shall we?" Simon's lascivious voice rang out as his fingers invaded her outer lips once more. She was wary of his hand going too close to what she by now had figured out was her clitoris, but she liked the feeling of his rough fingertip gliding between her folds. 

"No," Cephas said. "I think, this first time, needs to have more—finesse."

"Are you saying I have no finesse?" 

"No, I'm saying, it needs something... I know what's missing! Mike, push that table out to the middle of the floor, would you? Simon, go out that door and bring in as many souls as you can gather."

"Out that door?" Simon pointed to another door, one Christy Ann hadn't even seen, directly opposite of the other door. "Are you sure? That's a little unorthodox, don't you think? Are you sure you want them from that side?" 

"Yes, that door! They won't know what hit them! They're all so stunned, they won't understand what's going on anyway."

"You're getting even more twisted than I ever thought..." Simon muttered as he slunk over to the far door. 

Mikkuli-ili wheeled a rather expansive stainless steel table with a slight slant to it into the middle of the room, and seemingly from nowhere, a bright light was cast down on it. He picked Christy Ann up and laid her down upon the table. The sudden cold shocked her a little. 

Cephas was rummaging through a cabinet. When he found what he was looking for, he handed it to Mike. It was a block of wood about three feet long and four inches wide with half-cylinders cut out of each end. "Here, put this between her calves then clip each ankle to the table. Put her hands above her head and clip those down, too." For a second, Christy Ann thought Cephas looked like a little boy at Christmas—albeit a giant, muscly, furry little boy. Whatever he had in mind for her, she didn't think she was going to be too comfortable with it as Mike spread her legs wide and locked them in place. The wood efficiently kept her from closing her legs at all. 

Cephas went to the basin and filled a bowl with water. He placed it on a tray with a towel and a few other things, though she couldn't see what they were. And that was when the lost souls began to wander in. They came wearing all styles and manner of clothing, some tattered and old, others freshly pressed and stylish. They came with different shades of skin and different hairstyles, but they all wore the same confused and frightened looks on their faces. 

When they saw what was before them, some looked down and away, having the sense to look embarrassed. Others goggled and even drooled. Some looked absolutely mortified. Simon herded them through the door, looking a little unsure but still intrigued at Cephas' great plan. He situated the lost and wandering souls around the table, just out of Christy Ann's peripheral vision, outside the pool of light. 

"Oh, we're gonna have some fun, now!" Cephas winked at Mikkuli-ili as he brought the tray to the table and set it at Christy Ann's side. She saw a scissors, a razor, and a can of shaving cream, and she knew what Cephas had in store. She felt her vaginal walls tighten and drip happily. She sighed and closed her eyes, tears of gratitude slipping down her cheeks and pooling in her ears. 

"Why is she crying, now?" Simon sighed as he took a spot at her right elbow. 

"Because I'm about to give my new pet a little treat," Cephas answered. "She's been such a good girl on her first day."

"This is a treat?" 

Cephas shrugged as he took up the scissors. The first slice seemed to echo through the chamber, and the crowd let out a collective sigh as the little tuft of curly brown hair fluttered down to lie between her legs. It was liberating to Christy Ann. She'd never felt more alive than she did in that moment of her death. Having all eyes on her as she was uncovered was simply freeing. She didn't know what it meant; she had doubts about everything she'd ever known, but this act of letting someone lay her raw for dozens of people to see felt like clearing a slate. 

When the hair was cut short, Cephas poured a bit of water over her mound. The loose hairs washed down the slanted table onto the floor. Dozens of eyes watched it make its way to the floor drain as if entranced. Even Mike and Simon watched it go. 

The sudden jarring noise of the shaving cream can being sprayed snapped all eyes back to Cephas. He put a liberal amount of the white foam on his giant, clawed fingers, and was massaging it into her shortened pubic hair. He was very thorough, sliding each lip between his thumb and forefinger. His pet wriggled, slippery, beneath him. He ran his index finger between her cheeks, though he had no intention of shaving there. Then, he pushed his finger into her hole, even though there was no hair there to shave. 

Christy Ann wasn't prepared for this. Her fantasies had only gone so far as to be stripped hairless in front of the crowd. Was she prepared to let go and let her Master do this? Touch her in these most intimate ways? Did she have a choice? No, this was her punishment to bear, and she would bear it. Besides, it felt so good! His fingers were so much wider, and the ridges stood out so much more prominently than Simon's had. When he pushed his finger inside of her, she felt him bend it slightly upward and rub against the front wall of her vagina. A delicious shiver overcame her, and she wanted him to do it again. It was hot but not as hot as the little button Simon had pushed. 

He obliged her unspoken appeal and made slow, 'come hither' motions with that finger. She began to moan low in her throat and started to writhe on the table in time to his movements. Had she been able to see herself, she would've thought she looked like a snake undulating on the table. She flowed, first her head and shoulders rising and falling, then her back. Then, her hips would lift, followed by her knees. Then, she'd start again at her head. 

"Oh, Master, that feels ssssso good," she moaned, completing the snake allusion.

He used his other hand to pour the rest of the water over her hips, washing away all the cream he had put down so lovingly. He continued to slowly fuck her with his finger. She looked up at him in confusion, but he responded by biting her softly on the side.

"Rule number one, Pet: don't look me in the eye," but he was smiling, his fierce, pointed teeth not scaring her in the least. "Now, I'll have to punish you again." He sighed as if it pained him, but instead of stopping, he slid his tongue along her flesh to her mound. Before she knew it was coming, he wrapped his lips around that frightful little button. 

"Oh, Sweet Jesus, forgive me!" She cried out as her hips bucked. It didn't hurt at all! In fact, it was a warm, liquid burn that flowed outward as he licked and sucked. He sped up his finger to match her bucking, and she rode wave after wave of pleasure. But it kept building in intensity, and she began to become fearful again, wondering how far it would go and if it would break her. Maybe that was the nature of her punishment, to be forever broken, a slave not to Cephas, but to her wanton lust. Was she forever to burn this way? Not in a brimstone fire, but a lustful one? It seemed that would fit her sin. 

Cephas seemed to sense that her mind had wandered, so he bit her lightly again, this time right on her little nub. She howled up at the bright light, her mind wandering no more as her climax crashed into her. She shuddered so violently, Mikkuli-ili almost moved to restrain her. The heat in her belly literally became liquid and flowed from her, between her thighs, over Cephas' hand. After many moments, as her mind cleared, she looked tearfully at him again, embarrassed that she had wet herself in her stupor, and in front of all these people. 

But he smiled at her.

As Simon began to lead the throng back out the door from whence they came, Mikkuli-ili put the board away, and Cephas undid the restraints, letting her shackles fall to the floor. He helped her off the table, and she instantly dropped to her knees, now baring her cropped hair instead of the thick, luxurious bush she had had only moments ago. She laced her hands behind her head and stared at Cephas' feet. She would do anything her Master asked as long as he watched over her, took care of her, and, hopefully, brought her to orgasm like that again.

"Look's like you've got yourself a forever pet," Simon said, coming to stand next to him.

"Perhaps," Cephas mused. "Let's see." He went back to the cabinet and retrieved a small box. 

"You think you're ready for this?" Mikkuli-ili asked. "I mean, you're a pretty busy guy."

"Well, let's just see if she accepts me, first." He came back to stand between his friends, in front of Christy Ann's small but steady frame.

He knelt down in front of her and opened the box. Inside was a small band that looked like it was made of pure light. It was too big to be a bracelet, maybe a crown of some kind. A halo? Christy Ann started to grow angry again; it seemed Cephas mocked the Holy Tenets every chance he got. But the look in his eyes wasn't mocking in the least. Hanging from it were a tiny blue-gray stone, like polished granite, and a golden key. They seemed like odd things to Christy Ann. What did they mean?

"Christy Ann. You bared yourself in front of all of those people. You lost that careful sense of control you prize so much. You allowed yourself to be free for the first time. It's just a shame it didn't happen until after your death. But, you did something even more special; you did it and still loved Jesus. You may have had your moments of doubt, but you were unwavering in your devotion. That means everything to me. 

"Now, you don't understand this yet, but you have a choice. You've always had a choice. This is a collar. You could accept it and be mine, or you can walk out that door without it. The choice has no bearing on your immortal soul, but it does to mine. I would be deeply saddened if you didn't accept me as your master—at least for a little while." Did Cephas blush just then? It was hard to tell with the blue-skinned beast. 

"I promise you don't have to stay in this room forever," he continued, "but out there is a place of restraint. You'll come to understand that. It isn't about rampant pleasure and earthly delights, though clearly we have those here. My place is here; my duty is to those lost souls out that door, so you'd have to come to me every now and again. Will you? Will you wear my collar and be mine, maybe for a millennium or two?" He shrugged, bowing his great shaggy head.

Christy Ann took the collar from the box. It weighed nothing as if it really were made of light. Why wouldn't she choose this daemon that had been so good to her, giving her things she'd always dreamed about but was too ashamed to take? She placed it near her neck, and the ring seemed to melt and reform around it. She let go, and it stayed there. She fingered the tiny rock and key. 

"Now, there is one more thing you should know--"

"One more?" Simon snorted. Mikkuli-ili rolled his eyes, if such a feat was possible with pure black eyeballs.

"Well, one more thing I'm going to show you before I send you out to explore." Cephas amended. "You're dead. You don't have a body. The way you look, the physical sensations you have, are changeable. Your immortal soul has no form. Your hair that I clipped, I didn't clip. Or, I did, depending on how you view yourself. I was once a living man, too. This form I've taken, of the daemon—or what you thought a daemon should look like—is not my original form but a form I took for you." 

With that, Cephas seemed to melt, losing bulk and paling considerably. He took on the form of a man with dark hair and tan skin. He was rather short, maybe five and a half feet tall, and he was certainly no monster. Still, he retained certain traits of his daemon form. His eyes were still pale gray. His body was still wide, though not necessarily muscular—-hard-working was the word that came to Christy Ann's mind. And his face was still full of sharp angles at this cheekbones, jaw, and brows. He may have been in his early thirties. Christy Ann was awed by his simple handsomeness. He wore robes similar to Simon's but in a color slightly paler than his own skin. 

"This is the form I choose to assume here. This is how I looked when Joshua found me."

"Joshua?" 

"Jesus."

Cephas stood by the door, the door Simon and Mikkuli-ili had come in, the one opposite the door the waiting souls had come and gone through. He opened it wide, spilling a bright light into the room.

"Welcome to the gates of Heaven, Christy Ann," Saint Peter said, kissing her on the forehead. The kiss flowed away from his lips, a cooling wave. "Go on and meet your maker. And Joshua is very excited to welcome you, himself. But, remember, you promised to come back to me and be my pet."

Christy Ann looked at each of the men in turn, waiting for the punch line, but they simply smiled encouragingly back at her. She took a tentative step toward the door, and when they didn't stop her, she held her head high and walked through into the Light. She was crying again, but this time, the tears were of pure joy. Jesus was waiting for her. She would return to her Master, St. Peter, keeper of the key to Heaven, but first, she would meet her Savior.




Christy Ann, Meet Cephas



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As they watched her walk through, into the Kingdom of Heaven, Simon smacked Peter in back of the head, "Simon? Cephas, you know I hate it when you call me that!"

"Well, I couldn't very well call you Saint Paul! And she'd know Saul. That's right in the New Testament. I had to get creative. Besides, very few people on Earth know you're also St. Simon."

"Well, that's beside the point!"

"And what about me? You think I like being all cramped up!" With a satisfied groan, Michael the Archangel's wings popped out of his back like a parachute opening. A couple pure white feathers floated lazily to the floor. "I better not be molting because of you."

St. Peter shrugged, "Michael, did you know that you have no pseudonyms? I had to use your Accadian name and hope she hadn't read it somewhere."

"But I like the name you chose for yourself, Cephas. Aren't you glad I thought of it all those years ago?" St. Paul nudged him in the shoulder.

"Talk about nicknames sticking. Millennia later and I'm still 'The Rock,'" St. Peter smiled, nudging him back. 

"Thanks for playing along, you guys. It took two thousand years, but I finally found my soul-mate."



Christy Caught Masturbating



This is a story about a very sexual couple who both consider themselves to be strangely oversexed. Read about just one of their exploits!

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It was a normal day for Dusty, get up, shower, shave, a cup of coffee, and off to work. As the day drags on he finds himself thinking of Christy more and more wishing she were beside him so he could kiss her.

At the usual 6:30PM he starts closing the store and getting ready to drive home.

When he pulled in the driveway and closed the gate, he noticed that the front door was open which was sort of out of place for Christy to do. As he walked in the house, he heard moans and whimpers he immediately recognized as Christy's! He dropped his briefcase on the couch and went towards the sound in the bedroom. 

As he entered the bedroom he saw a home movie that he and Christy had made playing on the TV. It was a movie of them together. On the screen Christy was on her stomach and Dusty was balls deep in her beautiful ass. He knew Christy was enjoying herself so he sure didn't want to interrupt her. She was on the bed on her back, watching the video while slowly masturbating herself.

Christy looked up and Dusty and just smiled, saying nothing but immediately forming an "O" with her lips as another shock of pleasure shook her from her pussy. 

Dusty took off all his clothes and settled onto the foot of the bed, knees on the floor so he could watch her masturbation at eye level with her soft pussy. Christy was near orgasm and intently watching the screen so Dusty looked at the screen to see what had her so worked up! In the familiar scene Christy had changed position and gotten up on her knees while Dusty fucked her ass slow and very deep. She was cumming hard and spraying pussy juice all over the place as Dusty was nearing his orgasm in her bowels. 

Dusty looked back at Christy and she, still forming an "O" with her mouth was really nearing her own orgasm. He place 2 fingers inside her pussy to lubricate them with her copious pussy juice. He then slid them one at a time into her ass. Dusty knew how much Christy craved anal attention and he also knew this would drive her over the edge so he stopped her masturbating hand and replaced it with his mouth. 

He started by licking her along her entire lips, scooping up her juices along the way and savoring the familiar flavor and aroma. Dusty's cock was painful at this moment because it was so damn hard! Still massaging her inner ass with his fingers, Dusty started licking Christy's clit, digging away at the hood of her clit with his tongue because he knew she got off on the roughness of his taste buds licking hard directly on her clit. 

Wetness was filling her pussy and ass crack and Dusty knew before long Christy was going to flood the HOUSE! He could feel her stomach muscles clenching, her breath catching and stopping from time to time only to be replaced by a long low "Ohhhhhhhh". She was close, very close! Dusty kept up the anal massage, just like Christy liked it and kept licking her clit when her first wave hit her hard! She grabbed Dusty's head and pulled his mouth hard into her and came hard, screaming his name and telling him "I Love Youuuuuuuu!" , spraying his chin and chest with her special sauce mixture of thick cum and a long stream of urine. She simply couldn't stop cumming as Dusty drank her juice and kept up the assault on her clit! 

Christy was writhing on the bed, cumming over and over in her wetness until she became too sensitive and pulled Dusty's mouth away. 

Looking at him with lust and love in her beautiful eyes, she pulled him towards her and kissed him deeply, tasting her own cum in his mouth, even sucking on his chin hair and cleaning all of her mess out of it. They settled into a long gentle open mouthed kiss like none other. 

Dusty loved Christy's kisses more than anything in the world and this was so sweet to him. He had forgotten all about his dripping cock, but as usual, Christy would NEVER forget it. She said, "Baby, look at you!...Come here, I am soooo hungry for your cum". Dusty moved over and laid back with his head on a pillow so he could watch Christy do her special magic. 

He was literally covered in precum from pleasing Christy, in fact, he wasn't sure he hadn't already cum all over himself! Christy didn't care! She craved his precum constantly and really wished during her day at home alone that she had some saved up to taste as she masturbated! Christy licked and cleaned Dusty's entire lower region, licking his entire cock and settling in on his balls and scrotum. She licked him clean and then started her "Signature" blow job. 

Christy had the wonderful ability to deep throat Dusty all the way to his full balls. Dusty was always amazed at her cock sucking ability. And very grateful for her near daily Blow jobs! Christy knew just what to do to bring Dusty off in her mouth. She made almost constant eye contact with him as she very slowly swallowed his cock down her throat. She could taste the stronger flavor of cum as he approached a huge orgasm. 

She wet a finger and slid it in his ass and pressed directly on his prostate! She knew Dusty would not be able to control his orgasm if she did this! As if cued, Dusty moaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of cum into Christy's mouth. He knew he needn't bother to warn Christy before cumming in her mouth because he knew she needed his cum, craved it, loved it. There was so much cum that Christy swallowed and still had a mouthful! She slowly crawled up Dusty's body and kissed him again, releasing the remainder of his thick load into his mouth. They again stayed locked in a deep, soulful kiss for a few minutes! 

Christy loved Dusty for this kink. She had never been with any man who would even consider this but it always made her pussy juice, every time she did it or thought about it. She had mentioned it briefly to a friend once who was repulsed at the thought so Christy dropped the subject and never spoke about it to her again. But to Christy, Dusty was perfect just like he was!

More stories later!