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Last Chance

By: fudd2002



"... And the current mythology of the Civil War, when viewed against the historical records of that time, clearly points towards the well-touted axiom of "The winner writes the history." Although the abolition movement..."

She tried to focus again on her words but she was as lost and bored as the students before her were.

It was beyond ignoring. The shuffling papers, the heads resting firmly on chins, eyes glued towards the ceiling or the clock. There they were, a solid wall of students with not a single one paying any real attention. Some of the more desperate or anxious students were trying to write her words on their papers but quickly found the pen drifting off to the margins; the ink suddenly full of demons and gargoyles rather than words.

"... did exist at that time, it was the clear minority. Most northerners were not so much opposed to the repression of slaves, rather they viewed slavery as an insult to the Christian work ethic..."

She paused for a moment, allowing the last sentence to hang in the air hoping to give it the slightest weight of importance. Her body shifted against the podium. She almost unconsciously reached down and pulled her white blouse away from her body in the hopes of catching some kind of breeze against her mid-drift. No such luck. 

She checked her notes again, trying to find the words that came next. She took one deep breath, bracing herself for the next flow of words. Instead she found herself sighing, her own mind quickly running towards some other idea.

Ten minutes until the class is over, Karen told herself firmly. Pay attention, even if they are not. 

She took a quick survey of the room, looking for any signs of life. All she saw was row after row of sleeping faces or desperate expressions seeking sanctuary anywhere save for that classroom. It was one of those heat waves, the kind that strip away all pretense of civility and lays the primal humanity bare. All you could do was sweat and swelter. It sucked imagination from the mind, made the body weak and frail. And made for faces like that.

"This is one of the dangers of history," she finally got out between breaths.

The last sentence did it. The part of her mind that pursued some higher purpose in teaching an overview of history at a Junior college finally gave up. She looked again over the faces, the same dull and unfocused faces she had been terrified to lecture to when she first walked through the door. All of them except for...

She caught his eyes at the back of the class. Far in the back, last row. The black scruffy hair nearly covering the pouty faced man/boy. The youth who stood at that moment of still maintaining his androgynous, youthful beauty but showing the full potential of what he was going to become.

Her words caught in her throat, her mind thrown off for a moment to a place far away from the lessons of history and the dangers of uncritical acceptance of fact.

She moved her body again, this time brushing against the podium with a little more force.

Karen had noticed him on her first day. The rest of the students had all paraded before her for the better part of a day. Some containing the slightest glimmer of curiosity and drive to better themselves, the majority of them showing that opened mouth dim awareness that they were even in a learning environment. But then he had walked through the door. She was standing at the front, organizing her lesson plan and introduction to history when Kevin James entered the corner of her vision. 

He was beautiful, plain and simple. Faded blue jeans with some dark stains and a T-shirt bulging against his large muscles told of his occupation. She remembers that she first thought he must work construction, as he walked into the room. He had walked past and with the slightest turn of his head had drawn her full attention. His baby face contained eyes that seemed to posses something more forceful and passionate than anything she had ever encountered. They were not the eyes of a student looking at a teacher; they were the eyes of a hunter looking at his pray. They openly defied her to return the gaze, to look into his soul and see the fires that burned there. From the first moment, he could always make her blush with those eyes. They did not hide their lust and desire; they dared recognition and respect.

She had almost gotten to the point where she could ignore him; go through entire days with feeling her cheeks go flush when he looked at her. She nearly managed to view him as just another student.

That day, maybe because of the heat, maybe because of the thoughts spinning around her head about the coming night, maybe because he was finally doing something that could not be ignored, she felt his eyes. Through the heat of the room, over the steady rush of the fans blowing hot air over perspiring bodies, she felt his eyes undress her. 

"History can be changed and manipulated," she started again. She could feel the tight knot growing in the back of her throat and hoped that it didn't make the words come out sounding too shaky. "It can be lied about, forgotten, or put in the wrong context to make any myth become reality."

While her mouth spoke of the higher values of diligent scholarship, her body started to burn. It started in her ample chest. Although her eyes were glued to the neatly typed page before her, she felt his eyes opening her blouse one button at a time. She felt her naked skin brushing against the smooth garment with each breath. She became very aware of her cotton bra constricting her ample breasts. The almost overwhelming urge surged through her to have them free, to touch and rub and caress them. Her nipples responded immediately to the sensation, growing hard and aching to be touched within seconds. 

"History is necessary, history is important," her voice now becoming unmistakably shaky, enough so even some of the most distant students came back to the classroom and recognized it.

Her eyes ran up from the page and took in the first few rows, then the next two. The sudden gush in her panties happened at the exact moment her eyes met his. He was leaning forward from his desk, giving her a full view of his body. His eyes were running up and down her, his lips parted slightly and his tongue ran out to wet them. Her eyes saw his arm start to go in motion. She moved down his large biceps to his elbow. His wrist moved up and down again and again. Her vision seemed to go microscopic at that moment. Everything else went blank and silent; the only thing that existed was his hand moving over the growing bulge in his pants. 

She moved against the podium again. The motion of her thighs rubbing together, the feeling of wetness affirmed as it started to drip down her thighs. Her small gasp was almost loud enough for those in the first few rows to hear.

Oh Christ, not now, her mind flashed for a moment before it overcame her. 

The vivid slide show flashed before her in a quick secession. Her bent over the desk in front of the podium, Kevin thrusting into her in front of the entire class; then her mouth swallowing his thick, hard cock down her throat; finally her face covered by his cum, his cock locked tightly between her 38C tits. 

It happened in a fracture of a second. She was not in the room, she was in those slides. Then she came back to them, her cheeks now flushed, her right hand clutching her thigh a little too tightly. She became aware of the compulsion to forget the class and bury her hand in her crotch and soothe the quivering ache she felt between her thighs.

She blinked twice, forcing her eyes to stare at Stacey Keets in the second row. Still acne covered from the teen years, hair done in the typical Jersey girl fashion, her large frame filling out jeans and four year old rock T-shirt nicely, jaws chomping at the always-present piece of gum. 

For a moment, her mind still kicked onto the sex gear tried to force itself to imagine Stacey Keets with her head between Karen's thighs. The thought cooled down her lust considerably.

"I'm sorry, the heat just overcame me," she said to those who had been listening and watching her closely enough for the last two seconds. "Class is dismissed for the day. Have a good afternoon."

The words magically brought the sea of faces to life again. Like dogs shooting out of the kennel at the sound of a gun, the absolutely still heads came to swarming life. Karen quickly sat down, feeling her muscles start to relax from the sudden jolt of adrenaline.

As they all started to move, Karen pushed her head into a stack of papers from her bag and concerned herself with nothing in particular. She didn't want to and couldn't look at any of them as they walked out. She watched their feet pass in front of her desk and quickly and quietly walk past. If any of them wanted to ask a question, they could stop but none did. They never did. She was alone for a moment with her thoughts.

And she became furious with herself and that little shit, Kevin. She burned with humiliation and shame because she had lost so much control because of a horny 19-year-old boy. She wanted to show him who was in control, who was the student and who was the teacher.

She looked up for a moment, feeling the anger swell and burn inside her. The same instant he was before her desk. He moved slower than the rest, slow enough to leave the impression that he was watching, that he was there. Her eyes were exactly level with his large belt buckle. She couldn't look away before she saw the fully erect bulge, the ten inches straining against the worn crotch of the faded blue jeans. He walked with a slight swagger, confident that she was looking at him.

He walked past, last one out of the room. She was allowed a long look as he walked out the door of her perfectly sculpted ass contained in the jeans. She didn't try to stop the thoughts now, instead allowing them to steadily build. The images were held onto for longer than just flashes, her imagination filling in the gap between the frozen frames. 

She was not the victim now. Kevin, on his knees begging her for a grade. The act of pulling down those tight pants and smacking that tight little ass until it burned a bright pink. She jumped ahead and saw the raven black strap on in her hands. She felt the cool plastic being lubed up with the clear KY jelly. The weight pressing against her clit as she nudged the head between his outstretched ass cheeks. The way the sobs would rock his body, the electric shudder running up his spine as the tip exploded into his ass, the sudden contraction when...

Christiana turned the corner and peered through the door. First all she could see was row after row of empty seats, the air still holding that minor chaos of a group of people there. Looks like she let them out early, she thought to herself. The thought hung in her mind for longer than a moment, toying with her imagination, daring her to draw an unlikely connection and create a quickie fantasy.

Instead she through the door and saw Karen at the desk.

She sat before mounds of disorganized papers. Her arms tensely hung at her sides, her hands disappearing under the desk. And her face.

Christiana stifled a gasp when she saw her, the look in her eyes, the beet red blush of her face, but mainly it was her breathing. She could see her entire body contracting and expanding with each breath, her chest heaving. She stood stone still for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her. The visible line of perspiration clinging to her forehead, her breasts pushing forward until her bra pressed tightly against the loose blouse. Her rock hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. 

She stared another moment, her first flush of surprise bleeding way until it became something wickeder. Her face cracked a wide, knowing smile.

This is going to be easier than I thought, she thought to herself as she loudly cleared her throat.

"Earth to Karen, anyone in there?"

The voice, not in the dream instead in another place. Karen's head snapped violently back to the classroom, to the empty seats, and the voice that called her.

"Hunh," escaped her lips as her head whipped around and saw Christiana standing in the doorway. Once again, her cheeks ignited with the naughty imagine still clearly visible in her mind. She felt like Christiana could stare right into her eyes and see the picture there, Kevin's mouth popping open for that silent scream so many men had suffered under her control. And the strange way Chris was looking at her; my imagination or her's, her mind quickly thought immediately pulling the woman's image into the final glimpses of the fantasy. Did she imagine it, or could she see something familiar reflected in Chris' face? She looked down at the desk and felt her cheeks burn again.

"Lord girl," Christiana said as she moved from the door to the side of the desk. "You feeling all right?"

Karen's eyes couldn't help but wander up from the desk as Chris started to move across the room. Her eyes ran over the stacks of papers (got to get those graded, she absently thought to herself more out of reflex than any sense of responsibility) , across the well word industrial carpeting, and slowly up her body. Christ, is she doing this to me? Karen breathlessly asked herself. Her eyes ran up her strong calves and mostly revealed thighs, the tight business skirt cut shorter than most were,(those thighs wrapped around my head) up over her white blouse cut tight enough to show just enough evidence of the firm bosom underneath. Enough to show the goods to those who were looking. Karen's tongue forcefully pressed against the back of her teeth behind a clamped shut jaw. She could taste it, the salty sweat of her body as he tongue flicked the pink nipple popping up. 

Chris stared deep into the eyes that undressed her. She felt it, that sense of lock down, that sense of sway that occasionally happened at the right moments. She felt the hot eyes moving up and down her body, caressing her in a way that no hand ever could. 

And you don't even know what's going to happen to you, she thought as her feet brushed the floor.

"Just the heat," Karen said with a nervous laugh. Chris moved in closer, allowing each part of her body to come alive with the motion. She savored the sensation of the cocky swagger, the seductive sway of her hips. Karen's eyes grew wide for a moment as she watched her and quickly darted back down to her desk. Perfect, Chris' mind cooed to itself.

She walked up to the side of the desk, stood stone still for a moment allowing her to feel the anxiety and fire start to burn through the eyes now desperately searching for a diversion. Now comes the fun part, she thought.

"Well you best not let that get in the way of a good time," she suddenly beamed, removing the personality of the seductress with a shrug and stepping back into the role of girl friend. Karen caught the wave, heard the voice and suddenly relaxed. "Remember, you have to be in tip top shape before eight o'clock or there will be punishment," Christiana said with her own smile cracking across her face. She allowed her voice to become joking, still allowing it to drip with excitement and innuendo. Cool it off, she reassured herself, forcing herself to get go of her own arousing desire. Let it just be in her head.

"Is that what the bride gets if she can't keep up with her bachelorette party?" Karen joked back, her voice and face rising to stare back at her. The scene had suddenly been kicked back down to the level of harmless flirting, the stage it had existed at since they first met when Karen started teaching and Christiana was the only one who took the time to show her around.

"You just be up and ready to go. You want a ride?"

"Sure," she said rising, hoping Christiana wouldn't see the wet spot on her skirt.

2

She was late and starting to run frantic.

The shower took too long, as she should have expected it would. Finally under the release of the cool shower, she was able to soak the heat out of her body and then cleanse her sweaty flesh with soap. She spent too long running her soapy hands over her breasts, running them together and then slowly letting them slip through. Then there was her crotch, where she nearly lathered to orgasm but she fought back. Not yet, she told herself harshly, you have to be ready to go. 

Then came dinner that passed in a blur of rhythm and motion. She couldn't concentrate on the fact that she was sitting next to the man who would be her husband; that he was good enough to make dinner for her despite the fact that he was home sick from work again. Some summer time thing, he had said with a laugh between coughs. Poor dear, she thought again as she mechanically shoveled food into her mouth. He was so good, nearly giving up his own bachelor party and still allowing her her's.

"Are you sure you just don't want me to stay around anyways?" She asked yet again. Give him the final chance to back out of it, then go into the night without fear she told herself. "It's not too late, I could still give Chris a call and..."

"Don't be ridiculous honey," Brad said, cutting her off. His usually smooth, silky voice ravaged and dry sounding from weeks of coughing. "We've already had this conversation. I'm going to have a wonderful last night of being a bachelor. Who needs to go out to some strip club and scream like an idiot? That's not how I was when I was single so why should I be that way now."

"But it feels like I get to go out and have all the fun while..."

"...While I have fun back here with a good solid night of bachelor fun. Poker, Pot, and porn tapes. It was my perfect Saturday night for years and I just want to have one last go at it."

"All right, just promise me one last time that it is all right."

"I promise..."

His answer interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Karen quickly readjusted her towel, leapt up and dashed into the living room to answer it.

He listened with a perked interest.

"Yea," he heard Karen say. "...no...no... Really, what kind of place is that?"

If Karen hadn't had her back turned to the kitchen, she would have seen Brad crack a smile she could not have recognized from all the years she had known him. It was wicked, leering, the smile of a cat who finally understands that the mouse cannot give out. Under his bathrobe his cock did a small leap as a fresh flow of blood hit it. He stared at her, wrapped in her tiny towel, showing off the tops of her athletic shoulders running into her shoulder length red hair. She turned slightly, exposing just the side of her left breast. The towel hung delicately at the nipple, waiting for the slightest breeze to let it slide down. Her pert, large breasts that always astounded most people. She could go for days without wearing a bra and then drop jaws around the block with news that they were that large and firm. 

His smile broadened and his cock started to expand slightly.

Kinky girl, Chris, he wickedly thought to himself, I didn't think you'd have the stuff to pull it off.

"Are you sure that's how I should dress?" She said with a laugh in her voice. 

Let it begin.

3

Karen had never heard of Tundra before, nor had any of the other partygoers. Yet Chris' insistence that it was the hottest place to go and have some girlie fun. There had been a brief yet impassioned debate about which club they were going for. Karen sat back while Natalie, Gwen, Tracy, and Chris argued over their fate.

Karen rolled down her window and let the breeze rush into her face and wipe away all of the concerns, fears, and hesitations that had plagued her since Brad had asked the question and she hadn't flinched when she stared him straight in the eye and said yes. But recently something had been kicking around in her soul. She tried to explain it to Brad, to Chris, but the words had not come to her. This strange feeling of having missed doing something, the odd sense of displacement, and from it a mild panic, about something unknown.


Last Chance



Looking out the window beside me, I could see my home shrink away beneath me. For eighteen years I had lived in Seattle, and here I was, on my way to Boston to begin college. My old high school was near the airport, and I felt my throat tighten as we flew above it. I would miss all my old teachers, the friendly faces and familiar halls. I would miss my friends... and Paul.

I felt myself growing hot when I thought of his smooth skin, his soft brown hair, and his laughing gray eyes. The lump in my throat grew as I realized that I would never see him again, and he would never know how I felt. Oh, how I wished I hadn't been too shy! If only I could have found the courage to approach him, to tell him how I longed to hold him, to feel his skin against mine, to feel his hot breath on my neck. I wanted him to kiss me, all over, everywhere, teasing me, tasting me...

I glanced over to the old woman on the seat beside me. She had a blanket around her, eyes closed, and was breathing steadily. As I thought of Paul, the tears on my face mirrored the moisture between my legs, and I couldn't resist brushing my finger against the nipple of my B-cup breast. It stiffened, and a twinge of pleasure went through my body. I grabbed my other nipple and rolled it between my fingers, sending jolts down to my aching pussy. Reaching under my airplane blanket, I ran my hand down my tight stomach, under the waistband of my underwear, and brushed my fingers against my damp lips, sending a tingle through my body that made me lose my breath.

I looked around to make sure that nobody had noticed my gasps, and the man across the aisle from the sleeping woman was focused on his laptop. Nobody else was in sight, so I pushed a finger into my opening. It slid in easily, and I closed my eyes, thinking of Paul's hard cock pressing against me. I slid my fingers along my lips and brushed against my clit, imagining his tongue touching it, licking it. I rubbed it harder, and the tension in my stomach grew. I breathed his name, "Paul", so quietly I could hardly hear it. My fingers were tracing circles around my clit now, rubbing faster, and the tension and warmth in my stomach were spreading outwards, expanding. I imagined him with his cock inside me, thrusting faster and faster, fucking me to heights of orgasmic bliss I had never experienced. Waves of heat and pressure exploded outwards from my pussy, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. As my body writhed and throbbed from my orgasm, I could almost hear Paul calling my name, "Carla, Carla"

"Carla? Is that you? Carla?"

I opened my eyes, mortified that someone had seen me. He was standing in the aisle, between sleeping woman and laptop man, grinning his usual grin, but the twinkle in his eyes was not his usual mischievous expression.

"Paul? what are you doing here?" I exclaimed, wiping my juices on my blanket and trying to pretend nothing had happened.

"I'm going to visit my uncle in Boston. you're off to school, aren't you?" He motioned for me to get up, and I followed him to the back of the plane where his seat was located.

"Here, there's an empty seat next to me. Everyone's afraid of flying now, so the planes are never full."

I took my seat next to him, aware that I smelled of sex, and aware of his body close to mine. I could feel his warmth radiating from him, and I leaned a little closer against him. We sat there for some time, not speaking.

"Carla, there's something I need to tell you," said Paul, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I slumped in my chair, dejected. He was going to tell me that he had a girlfriend, tell me to stop leaning against him because it made him uncomfortable.

"Carla, I've liked you since I first saw you. I always acted like an idiot around you, so I understand if you don't feel the same, but I..." My lips cut him off. At his first words, my heart had leapt into my throat, and I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

At first he was shocked, sitting still, not responding. Then, grabbing my face in his hands, he leaned into me. His lips were soft but firm, and I felt his tongue brush against my lips. I grabbed his back, his smooth, muscular back that I had admired for so long, and tried to pull him even tighter against me.

We stayed locked in that kiss for a while, then pulled apart. His lips were red and he was breathing heavily, and the look in his eyes made my pussy throb.

"Were you thinking of me while you played with yourself, Carla?" His voice was low and sexy, and I nodded slowly. I started speaking, and I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth.

"Paul, I have wanted you for so long. I want you, all of you, I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, I want to suck you until you cum in my mouth, I want to please you all night long and then again in the morning. I want..." This time he cut me off, but it wasn't a soft, gentle kiss. He wanted me, needed me, as badly as I wanted him. His hand crept beneath my shirt, sliding upwards until he cupped my breast. He flicked his thumb against my nipple, and I moaned into his mouth. His other hand headed lower, sliding across my stomach as I had so recently done myself, but the feel of his hand on my stomach was almost enough to make me cum.

I looked around, and noticed that nobody was on the same row as Paul and I except for a middle age woman, preoccupied with her book. I looked back at Paul, the lust in his eyes sending shivers down my spine, and I knew I had to have him.

"I need you now, Paul. I can't wait until we land, I want you to cum inside me, I want to milk your cock with my pussy until you're drained." The bulge in his pants grew visibly as I said this, and I could see him struggling to control himself. I grabbed his blanket, wrapped it around my waist, and sat straddling his lap. I started to undo his belt, and he grabbed me by the shoulders, stopping me.

"Carla, before we do anything, you should know... this is my first time. I want you now more than ever, but I think you should know that." I saw the seriousness in his eyes, and I melted because of his honesty. Although it was not my first time, it might as well have been. The first time I had had sex was purely for curiosity. I hadn't cared about him, and he hadn't cared about me. It was an interesting experience, but nothing compared to this.

I let my eyes speak for me, showing him how much I wanted him, how much I cared for him, and he smiled, drawing me closer.

"I love you", he whispered, and his breath on my ear combined with his words were enough to send me over the top.

I undid his button and zipper, then pulled down his jeans and boxers. His cock stood up proud, the pre-cum oozing from its tip, and I longed to taste it. I glanced at the woman reading the book, and she was facing away from us, absorbed. Leaning down, I was about to lick it when he stopped me.

"I'm too close, Carla. I want to cum in you this time." I nodded, and allowed him to pull down my panties and lift up my skirt. Making sure the blanket covered both of us, I grabbed his cock and pressed it up against my sopping pussy, and he closed his eyes and groaned.

"God, you're so hot Carla, I want to be in you so bad". I sank down onto his lap, and his eyes flew open as his cock slid into me. I gasped as I felt him hot and hard, filling me up. A familiar tension began to grow in me.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me up, an inane sadness flooding through me as most of his cock left my pussy. When just the head was peeking through my lips, he slammed me down against him, moaning as I enveloped his shaft with my smooth, slippery walls. Again and again he thrust into me.

"I'm going to cum soon, so close" he muttered through dry, red lips.

"Rub my clit, Paul, rub it, make me cum" I gasped, moving his hand down to my swollen red nub. He began to stroke it, tentatively at first, then faster, until all I could see was the swelling in my mind. Suddenly, when it seemed it couldn't get any more intense, my orgasm broke over me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body, and I spasmed around Paul's cock. He cried out as his orgasm followed mine, spraying his seed deep inside me, spurt after spurt, and I burst into tears and collapsed on him, overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

"I love you Paul," I said, tears sliding down my cheeks. He held me closer, stroking my hair with his hand.

I glanced over at the lady with the book. She was now facing us, and I blushed. She looked up at me, and winked.



Last Chance



"So Ash,what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?" Ashland looked up at the police officer staring down at her. "Stuff it up your ass Brody. I'm not in the mood for it." One of her oldest childhood friends cracked a smile,and he sat next to her. "Well you know,it's not every day that I get told my best friend is sitting in the hospital after dragging some random suicide attempt in. So,I thought I'd stop by and see what was going on. So spill woman."

So Ash spilled the story,telling Brody about leaving the center and how her dog had nearly broken her arm to grab the man back. She didn't tell him what he had said when he looked up at her. It seemed too private, too personal,like not even something she was supposed to hear from him. Then she told him about dragging the man back into the center,where it wasn't pouring down rain on him and calling an ambulance. She had followed it in after making sure her dog would be fine at the house without her,and had been sitting here for a little bit,waiting on news about the man. Her father had once said she placed far too much invested emotions in broken things. And that was true. As soon as she had seen the look in his eyes,she had invested in him. As she finished,Brody nodded.

"Sounds like he'd be a good candidate for that program you want to start. That is,if he actually wants help. A lot of suicides are a call for help,but something tells me that doing it on a dark bridge,in a storm,in the middle of the night isn't exactly doing it because you hope someone would save you." 

Ash smirked at him. "Really?Mark teach you that little bit of psychology?" 

"Oh haha mean ass. Mark doesn't talk about work when we're at home. I don't either." At this point Brody smiled a little,"But I have read some of his textbooks. It's really interesting stuff." 

They chatted for a few more minutes,mainly about the shelter and the next time Brody and Mark would be able to come in to do some volunteer work. He had supported her in the beginning,and his support was still just as stalwart in it as he was when it first began. When his phone rang,he stepped outside of the waiting room to answer it. Ash was actually getting ready to leave soon. Wanting to know what had happened or not,she did have a life to live,animals to feed,and other things she had to take care of. It was late as is,and she had to be up early. Brody walked back into the room,but the grim set to his eyes and mouth made her goodbye die on her lips.

"They know who he is. He's out of jail on drug charges,hasn't checked in with his parole officer in a few weeks. Chief wants me to handcuff him to the hospital bed." 

Ash just stared at him. "Well... that's interesting."

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It had been six weeks since he had almost killed himself. According to the doctors,he hadn't caught any kind of disease,but he had been dangerously undernourished and dehydrated. At the point he had been saved, he had been unable to find a good vein in his arm,and had been injecting drugs into the veins between his toes. It was bad,that was for sure. They had him in the courtroom,handcuffed to a wheelchair. The judge who had passed his sentence had droned on about personal responsibility and the need to have a strong will to kick his habits,and then sentenced him to six weeks detoxification and rehab. After that,he was to take part in a rehabilitation program that they hadn't told him very much about. All they had asked was if he was allergic to any animals. When he said no,the judge had told him that he was to be given a place to stay, he would go through the program,and if at any time he used drugs or tried to run out on it,he would be going to jail for at least 3 years. Simple as that. He could do it. Well,he thought he could do it anyways. Hopefully he would be able to. 

He didn't want to fail again,but he knew he would. Just stay strong enough to get through the bullshit,then the moment they cut him loose,he was gone. No more half measures. A handful of pills to make him dull and brave. Then take a gun to his head,spray the walls with his worthless brains. He just had to get a hold of the gun. And hell,if he couldn't rope was a dollar a foot at most stores. Find a sturdy tree in the deep woods,and no one would find him until he was rotted to a pile of bones at the foot of it. Ever since his vision had cleared and the shakes had stopped,he had been looking forward to his suicide. It wasn't like he had to dress nice or anything. No one was supposed to find him. Where ever he went to when he died,if there even was an afterlife,surely there wouldn't be any drugs there. Except he was probably going to hell for what he had done,but even there,wouldn't they just make him want drugs and keep 'em out of his reach?

Didn't really matter anyways. Hell didn't exist,and anyone who kidded themselves about that shit was as blind as anyone. That's what he hated about his damn programs. They all had these groups, and they all talked about giving it up to the higher power. There was no higher fucking power. You either believed in yourself,or you didn't. He didn't believe in himself,so that was that. 

He resisted the urge to be bitter as they handed him some clothes. He had at least gained weight in the facility,and his old clothes had been ruined that night anyways. They were his though. And who ever had picked out his little get up was stuck in the 70's still. The jeans were alright,but a flannel shirt and a baseball shirt?Whatever. It was wintertime now anyways;the flannel would probably be a good idea. He had watched the snow falling through the barred windows. He had loved snow as a child,loved playing in it. Snow always made him think of his son. He hoped he never got to see him again. He had a real chance to grow up to be a good man,a good kid. Not with JB in his life though. His kid didn't need that kind of shit. Didn't need some strung out junkie dad in his life. If he asked,he hoped his mother told his son he was dead. Make it easier on everyone. Otis would lie;tell his son his dad was a good man. JB wasn't a good man. He was weak. A good man had to be strong,because it was so easy to be a bad man. Took strength to be good. Strength he didn't,and never would,have. Otis had that strength. He had shrugged off some things that would have destroyed other men,and then he had survived things that should have killed him without a doubt. Because he was strong,and a good man. That's how he kept all that anger and rage that was so deep inside locked up. JB couldn't do that.

He walked out of the doorways into the brisk November winds. It wasn't snowing yet,but it would be soon. He hunched his head down,lifting his shoulders and walking to the bus stop. He'd get to the address they had given him,and hopefully whoever was in charge would let him warm up and rest first. It was fucking cold. He sat down on the cold metal bench,but it was like he was only there for a few seconds before a cop car stopped in front of it. Fuck. The window rolled down,and JB glared into what was obviously a warm car. He could see the cop inside,it was the same one who had handcuffed him to the bed,the wheelchair, and dropped him off at the detox center. 

"Hey man,I ain't done anything wrong. I'm just waiting on the bus." The cop nodded. "I know. And the bus isn't coming. They closed them down because of the snow coming in. Supposed to get six inches tonight."

"Fuck." JB spat the curse word out. Now he'd have to walk.

"Get in. I'm giving you a ride." 

"Thanks,but no thanks pal. I ain't getting in no cop car." 

The cop shrugged. "Fine. Freeze your feet off then. See if I care." 

"Shit." JB stood up and grabbed the back door handle. Opening the door and climbing in,he felt the warm air of the heater begin to creep into his bones. "Where are you going to take me?" 

"To the shelter you're going to be working at." The cop caught JBs eyes in the rearview mirror. "The woman you'll be working for is a very close friend of mine,so I'll be checking in. A lot. I also volunteer at the shelter."

"Look man, they didn't tell me anything. What shelter?"

"You'll be working at the Last Chance. Its a shelter for abandoned dogs, especially those that are considered dangerous, or would just be put down at any other shelter. Run by a woman named Ashland Pierce."

JB thought about it. Last Chance huh? Sounded like the perfect place for someone like him.



Last Chance



Author's Note: This story is the first I've ever published, and I really appreciate the comments, views, and votes. I thought the story was too long so I cut the ending, but from the comments I can tell that a less rushed ending would have been better. This edited version adds to the previous story and does not take away from the original. I hope you enjoy, please let me know if you want to see more from me and what you think would help me improve as an author. I'm open to all comments. Special thanks to my editors mymariamaria and gustavca. 

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LAST CHANCE 

It had been nine months since Zach had been promoted and transferred to a new division of the company. In his short time there, he managed to earn the esteem of his colleges and superiors alike. His reputation was that of a smart, hardworking, and determined manager constantly exceeding company expectations. Last month he was offered a packaged deal of promotion and relocation, this time to company headquarters, far from his current job on the west coast. 

Zach was ecstatic and quickly accepted the offer; today was his last day at the office. Accepting the offer made him the youngest employee to reach such a position, but for all the accolades and congratulations he received, he still felt a dull, almost overbearing, sense of melancholy; he would have to part company with Heidi, the one person whose presence he really felt in the office.

"Wow, he's on his way to the top, I hope he does well at corporate," said Heidi, taking a bite out of her salad, as she responded casually to Jen's apparent astonishment at Zach's promotion, and then quickly changed the subject of conversation to her big meeting later in the day. Jen had just had a conversation with Zach to say goodbye and wish him luck at his new job. 

In truth however, Heidi's feelings about Zach were anything but casual. She didn't know quite how she felt about him, but she knew she did feel something; she was attracted to him. Their relationship could only be described as professional, Zach was always pleasant and cheerful to her when he passed her in the halls, and she always felt his intense brown eyes on her when they saw each other. Were anybody else to look at her in that manner she would find it strange, but when Zach did, she never felt any agitation, just an overwhelming feeling of what could be described as genuineness from him. 

She didn't understand why he didn't befriend her like all the other women in the office; yes, he was cordial with her, but he would never come over and banter with her like he did with Jen and the other girls at their desks. It was like there was an invisible barrier between them. Whenever she eavesdropped on his conversations, they were always of subjects she was interested in and he seemed to be very well versed in them, his personality was just as attractive as he was. Once, in need of an intelligent and witty discussion, she decided to join in on a conversation Zach was having with Ally; although she used the pretext that she needed to ask Ally a question about her upcoming vacation to enter the room, when she thought the time was right. 

As she nonchalantly walked in on their conversation, Zach quickly gave her a warm greeting, "Good morning Heidi," and smiled at her, plainly happy to see her. He then looked to Ally. "Sorry for taking up so much of your time. I'll come back tomorrow and we can finish up then. I'm sure Heidi has more important things to discuss with you," he said as he walked out, leaving Heidi with Ally.

Such an abrupt departure would have been awkward with anybody else, but somehow Zach's charm found a way to make it casual and cheerful. Both women wanted him to stay, and Ally clearly resented the interruption of their conversation.

Heidi didn't understand why he didn't carry on the conversation, it was apparent Heidi was in no hurry and in fact interested in the conversation when she interrupted, what was the problem? The ambivalent signals she received from Zach always left her bewildered and upset. 

"He has such a crush on you," Ally said, clearly observing Zach's nervousness around Heidi. 

Heidi had quickly brushed off Ally's comment. Zach never made any gestures to her implying he felt that way. Plus, he was a grown man and made it clear he knew how to talk to women in the office he was interested in. Although, if he ever did approach her, she wasn't sure what exactly she would do.

Boxing up his office supplies, Zach took moment to think about life in a new city with new people all around him. Would any of them possess even half the beauty of Heidi? He doubted it. None of the women he'd met in his life compared. He wasn't a playboy, but he did go out with his fair share of women, and none of them seemed to compare to her. It wasn't just a physical attraction; it was beyond that. She was the ideal woman, with respect to all characteristics he considered essential. 

She was beautiful and cute (the two traits being distinct in Zach's mind), and she was well educated, he thought her his intellectual equal or superior. He knew that she was an athlete in college and still took very good care of her body. She was also sociable -- not aggressively, but in a reserved manner, which made her all the more adorable. Finally, she had a smile that seemed to stop time around him. But there was only one problem with Heidi. She was engaged. 

He had made the right decision. He had to move on and forget about her, he resolved as he put the last of his belongings in the box. He could not have her, and being around her was pointless. He wasn't going to risk his career and emotions by entangling himself with somebody who was clearly in a relationship. She was his only distraction in the office, and perhaps the only person ever to make him nervous. It was a wholly unfamiliar situation to him. He was used to being in control of himself all the time, but around her he would lose himself at times; distancing himself seemed the best course.

He recalled the first time he saw her, he was walking to his first meeting down a long hall when a woman darted out of her office in front of him and started down the hall. Immediately, he noticed her figure. Her short auburn hair fell gently on her collar. She wore a silver blouse, exposing her slim naked shoulders and soft delicate hands. Unlike the other women in the office, she didn't wear heels or a skirt, but what she wore suited her figure very well. 

Most of all he noticed her ass. It was beautiful. It was not large or small, but just right to him. Her light grey pants clung to it naturally, they were neither too tight nor so loose so they did injustice to her beautiful figure. She wore her clothes in a manner that did not flaunt the beautiful proportions of her backside, but only gave hints that it was there, beneath a layer of shyness and modesty. 

Seeing such a perfect ass, Zach had to imagine what it looked like without the pants. It was sort of a habit he had whenever he saw a beautiful woman. But Heidi's modestly made this very difficult, as the first step in imaging a woman's ass was to determine what type of underwear she was wearing. He could not figure out what kind of underwear she was wearing, as the pants were too loose to give any hints. This irritated him. He was a pretty good judge of ass, and, by proxy, the underwear that went with it. He decided she must have a thong on, as is usually the case when he didn't see visible panty lines (spotting them was a guilty pleasure of his as tight cotton panties were a big of fetish for him). 

As he walked behind her, imagining her ass with just a small pink thong on (pink was the default color he choose when imagining thongs, which was inferior to the cotton panty, but still attractive), he heard somebody shout his name, which caused him to look behind and lose the image of her perfect ass in his mind. It was Gary calling him to inform him what to expect at the meeting before entering the room. 

"Today's meeting is just for the managers to get on the same page before starting the week. You'll probably have to introduce yourself, and maybe give a short address to the rest of the team," Gary said. 

Acknowledging Gary, and turning back around he noticed the magnificent ass, with the still unknown face, had disappeared when his attention was on Gary. Disappointingly, he followed Gary into the meeting room at Gary's much slower pace. 

The meeting went well, Zach introduced himself and gave a clever little anecdote about who he was. Many in the room found him very articulate, intelligent, and humorous. It was clear he would make plenty of friends in his new workplace. After the meeting, everybody came up to greet Zach with a handshake and few words of welcome. As he struggled to remember all the names and exchange pleasantries, he met her.

The most beautiful face he had ever seen approached him. She had short auburn hair, a silver blouse, and light grey pants. It was the girl with the magnificent ass, except her figure from behind paled in comparison to her full frontal beauty, especially her face. She had a very pleasing set of lips, adorned with nothing but chap stick. A natural blush filled her cheeks, and seemed to arise from her bashfulness in meeting him. She didn't have large or amble bosoms, but small subtle breasts that were the perfect shape and size for her body. Her small cute nose, and large beautiful brown eyes combined with her smile were so overwhelming his heart skipped a beat when he first saw her. 

It was love at first sight. She was perfect. 

She held out her delicate hand and said with a radiant smile, "Hi, I'm Heidi. We won't be working in the same section, but I'm glad to meet you." 

As he shook her comparatively small hand and touched her for the first time, they both locked eyes. Something happened. They both felt a pleasant shock, enjoying each other's touch. He was determined to get to know her better, and he felt she enjoyed his company too. 

In a nervous voice, he responded, "Hi, Heidi, very nice to meet you, look forward to seeing you around the office."

"Me too," she responded and moved on as Jen and Ally came up behind her to introduce themselves. All three of them had just introduced themselves to him when his supervisor grabbed him and took him to meet the company CEO, who was about to depart the room. 

As he went to meet the CEO, he stole a glance at her beautiful ass as she walked out of the room. After meeting her, it looked even more attractive. He instinctively knew she didn't have a thong on under those pants. Something about her said she was wearing panties, maybe it was her shy reserved manner, but he pushed thoughts of Heidi out of his head to focus. He needed to concentrate when meeting the CEO.

It was only after casually bringing her up in conversation with Gary, did he get the awful news that she wasn't single. Zach was determined to keep his distance from Heidi, being so near someone he could not have would be difficult to say the least. She was a distraction. She caused the few mistakes he did make at work in some fashion or another. Seeing her in the hall would always cheer him up, he couldn't help it when he saw her beautiful frame walking towards him. Often, after these encounters, he would forget what he was doing or where he was going. 

He learned she had many of the same hobbies and interests as he did, which only magnified her allure to him. He'd often go over to Ally's cubicle to talk just so he might see her walk by at chance. He always brought an interesting topic, so if she ever were to listen when walking by, she would be impressed. Why he was doing all this escaped him. She was not for him. This would only lead to anguish on his part, and he was woefully unprepared to do more than exchange greetings with her if she joined the conversation. 

Having cleared out his office, with the exception of this computer, Zach was in a very apathetic mood. He still had many loose ends to tie up on his computer before leaving for his new job the next day but was feeling a little sleepy. He decided a soft drink would help him get through the rest of the day. 

When walking by the copy room on his way to the employee lounge, he stopped when he heard a large shuffle of papers. Peering inside to see what the fuss was about, he immediately noticed Heidi facing away from him and standing over a large pile of disorganized papers on the floor. Just as he was about to leave to avoid any possible interaction with her, she bent over... her firm beautiful ass was straight in the air as she grappled with the papers. 

He gasped silently when he realized he could clearly see her panty lines as she unknowingly presented her amazing ass for his inspection. He quickly walked away, unable to remove the image of perfection in from his memory. Not being productive at work because he was drowsy could be ameliorated with some caffeine, but being unproductive because the pristine image of Heidi's ass destroyed his concentration would be a challenge. He was elated to find his hunch about her wearing panties was right, but now with that image burned in his mind, it would be a long day.

Heidi was not having a good day. She thought she loved her fiancée, but sometimes he could be very insensitive. She called to let him know she was getting home late and that he would have to see about dinner for himself. He was irate. This was the fourth night in a row she would miss dinner. He demanded she come home and then hung up. Dinner wasn't the issue for him. If she came home late, she would not be in the mood to fuck him when she got home. 

She wasn't sure why she was with him. He had an overbearing personality, and was hard to say no to. She sometimes used work as an excuse to avoid being with him. "No relationship is perfect," she thought as she accepted his proposal not knowing if anyone better would come along. Arguing with him always left her in a bad mood, somewhat angry, and feeling rash. 

She slammed down the phone receiver and grabbed the stack of papers on her desk she needed to make copies of before her meeting in ten minutes. She quickly ran into the copy room and put the papers on the side of the copier, so she could dial in the number of copies she needed. As soon she let go of the papers she had a feeling of dread as she hadn't placed them securely on top of the machine, and they slid to the floor in slow motion. 

They had been in order in her hands, but on the floor they were the picture of chaos. She quickly bent over and began retrieving them and putting them in order, silently cursing the laws of nature for the ever increasing entropy in her life. By the time she was done and had made enough copies, she was late for her meeting. It would be a long day.

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All the other workers had left work long ago, it was a Friday and many left early to get started on the weekend activities. Zach looked outside his window, it was dark outside and he had finally finished his work and was ready to leave. Satisfied as he walked out, the thought occurred to him that he would likely never see Heidi again, and he never even said goodbye to her, his melancholy returned. At least the mystery was solved. He considered the picture of her ass bent over, with her visible panty lines on display, a good consolation.

Reaching the building exit, he flipped the master light switch off and started to walk out the door, but then he heard a voice calling.

"Wait! I'm still here, please turn the lights back on!" said a muffled voice he immediately recognized as Heidi's.

Quickly turning the lights back on and walking towards her voice he responded, "I'm sorry Heidi, I thought I was the last one here. What are you still doing here?"

"I really got behind today after a terrible meeting and wanted to be ready for the Johnson presentation on Monday," said Heidi as she realized it was Zach she was talking to. "Isn't this your last day? What are you doing here so late?"

"I got really distracted by... something today and didn't finish all my work as quickly as I though I would, and since I won't be working here anymore, it had to get done today." He reached her office; Heidi was sitting at her desk facing him. He leaned against her doorway. 

She wondered how he could look so good after such a long day. His eyes were bright and his voice had bore no trace of haggardness. The only clue he'd been working late was the manner in which he wore his clothes. His shirt's top button was undone, tie hung loosely around his neck, and his sleeves rolled up. It was incredibly sexy. As for herself, she thought that she was a mess, if only she had a chance to fix herself up before he walked in. "Fix her self up for what?" she thought. 

"So you were going to leave without saying good bye?" she asked with a sly smile as she brushed a lock of her hair from her face, exposing her beautiful face. She wasn't sure what was coming over herself, or what she was expecting. She stood up. 

"I didn't think you cared if I came by or not, I mean, we didn't talk so much while I was here," replied Zach, as he noticed the disorganized papers on her desk, and the disheveled state of her hair. She looked incredible sexy to him. 

In a tone more assertive that normal for Heidi she said "Why didn't you ever talk to me like you did with everybody else? I always wondered, and I guess this is my last chance to find out. Did I do something to upset you?" she said with a carefree smile, but she was afraid of what the answer might be.

Zach was a little taken back. He's never heard her speak so forcefully, it turned him on. "No, no... it's nothing like that. I... I'll be honest since I'm leaving. I really like you. I think you are beautiful. I just didn't want to get involved with somebody who was already engaged," he said as he looked at her left hand. "Seeing you in the hallways when we had our chance encounters was always the best part of my day."

She was silent for a moment, and surprised, this was not what she was expecting. "I don't know what to say," she said blushing. "I always liked seeing you too, and I really enjoyed the conversations you would have with Ally next door. I think we could have been good friends."

He looked down at his shoes, "I know we would have been great friends. That's exactly why I avoided you. I would never be satisfied with just a friendship with you." When he looked up from his shoes, he saw her looking right at him, her eyes dilated. Both of their faces were crimson now, and neither knew what to say next. 

It was taking every fiber of his being to keep from just walking up to her, putting his hands on the small of her back and neck and passionately kissing her. Just kiss her, and be with her. "I guess I'll be leaving then, it was nice to work with you," said Zach as he slowly began turning away.

"Wait! Won't you hug me before you go?" Heidi exclaimed as she saw him turn towards the door. "I could really use one today, and I'm really going to miss you, even though we weren't the best of friends, I really like you too." 

He turned around with a smile, "Absolutely," he said and walked towards her with his arms out. 

When they embraced they both felt the same shock they felt when they first shook hands, but intensified. He gripped her tightly, and she held him surely too. He was intoxicated by the smell of her hair and body and she was excited when she felt his hard muscles against her soft body. 

They held each other much longer than a normal hug, neither wanted to let go. It was a magnetic attraction. As they neared the end of the embrace and began to separate their bodies from one another, they locked eyes again. Her hands were on his shoulders, his hands on her back. They gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed an eternity. He knew she was perfect for him in that moment, and she just now realized how perfect he was for her. They both kissed each other at the same time.




Last Chance



Zach could hardly believe what was happening. He was kissing Heidi, and she was kissing back! Her lips tasted of cherry Chap Stick, he always wondered what her lips would taste like and now he knew. 

Heidi didn't understand why she was reacting this way, but knew their behavior was right by the overwhelming feeling of happiness she felt in his arms. She wanted this. 

They continued to make out for what seemed to be hours, their hands exploring each other's backs. Zach gently caressed her from her neck to her shoulders as she slowly moved her hands down his shirt undoing the rest of the buttons on it and taking off the tie. 

His shirt removed and toned muscles exposed, he gently picked her up and sat her down on her desk. Standing between her legs he asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She was staring at the bulge in his pants. She imagined what his cock looked like. "I haven't felt this way with anybody before. I want this. Tell me you want this too. It might be our only chance," she said kissing him as she kicked off her shoes and he pulled off her blouse. A light blue bra covered her cute breasts and soon his hands were under and around it, and caressing her now stiff nipples. 

"I want you, Heidi," he said as she pulled off his undershirt, leaving his chest fully exposed. Their kissing was wet and sloppy now, saliva almost dripping from one another's mouths. He succeeded in unclasping her bra, and stopped kissing her to take in the sight of her beautiful breasts. He brushed away the hair covering her eyes and tucked it behind her right ear. 

"You're beautiful," she said. The perfect symmetry and shape of her breasts made them irresistible. He began to suck on her right breast, and fondle her left breast with one of his hands, his other hand grabbing her ass. 

"Ohhh," Heidi moaned softly as Zach sucked harder and pinched her left breast with his fingers. Her hands having explored his well-defined chest, she used them to pull his face away from her breast and began kissing him again. They were savagely making out, each other's tongue in the other's mouth. She unclasped his belt and felt his hard dick against the fabric of his pants. 

He responded by finding the fly of her pants and undoing it. He followed that by quickly pulling down her pants revealing a light blue pair of cotton panties. He grabbed her by the panties, now the only thing she had on, and pulled them up as he savagely sucked on her mouth. This made the fabric of her panties slip up her ass and made a very defined camel toe of her pussy. She could see he was about to pull down her panties and was ready to either fuck her or eat her out. 

She gently stopped his hands from pulling off her panties and kissed him. Her panties still pulled up her ass like a thong, she got on her knees in front of her desk facing his groin. He could see her panties had turned to a darker shade of blue around the area covering her wet pussy.

"Me first," said Heidi as she pulled down Zach's pants and boxers and pushed him towards her office couch where he sat down. His hard dick flopped out and greeted her. She teased it with a kiss before she finished taking his shoes, pants, and boxers completely off. 

His cock was nice to look at and plenty big for her pussy from the looks of it. His pubes were trimmed and looked nice. His balls were shaved and filled his sac. It was clear he took care of himself. His groin smelled of musk and sweat. The air conditioning had turned off in the building afterhours, they were both starting to sweat in the room, which got hotter now after she shut and locked the door. Her panties had a noticeably large wet spot on them that grew as she rubbed her pussy momentarily and adjusted them. She grabbed his shirts, pants, and underwear and made a pile on the floor between his legs in front of the couch. She put her knees in the pile and got comfortable on them, then grabbed his dick and began to suck it.

"Heidi..." he sighed with extreme pleasure as she sucked his cock, watching the crown of her head go up and down his shaft as she fondled his balls with her hands.

Heidi relished his dick in her mouth. It was too big to go all the way down her throat in this position, but she knew he was enjoying it when he grabbed her hair and tried to slow down her rhythm. Now her spit was flowing down his shaft and her salivation showed no sign of stopping. She decided to give his cock a brief respite and turn her attention to his balls. 

"Stand up," she commanded. He stood with her under him. His balls hung over her eager mouth, which sucked each nut one at a time. Heidi gently massaged each ball with her tongue, and placed her hands on his butt. Satisfied with suckling on his sack, she put his dick back in her mouth and started fellatio once more. She made him thrust his cock deep down her throat by pressing on his firm buttocks with her hands, forcing his pelvis into her face. 

For a brief moment, she took his dick out of her mouth, "Grab me by the hair and skull fuck me," she said. Zach knew exactly what she wanted, and relentlessly fucked her mouth, putting his entire shaft down her throat. When the pleasure was too much and he was about to get very close to cumming, he pulled his dick out of her mouth. She wasn't ready for his cock to leave her mouth, his precum tasted good, but he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his body as he turned around and placed her down on the couch.

He kissed her as he gently pushed her into a recline. He then pulled her wet panties off. Slowly, he grabbed the inside of her thighs and spread her legs. The folds of her labia were wet and slowly opened up to reveal her cunt in its entirety. Her pussy was cleanly shaven, and glistening with wetness. He pushed her knees to her breast so her ass would be ajar, revealing her tight asshole. Perfectly symmetrical and clean, her asshole had very small hairs around it that were only noticeable when he went in closer to get a better look at her pussy.

Zach positioned his face and body so he could comfortably lap up her wet cunt, his mouth watering, "Everything about you is so gorgeous."

"You make me feel so good, I'm so excited," said Heidi as Zach buried a finger into her pussy. "Yes". 

His finger easily parted her cunt and went in all the way, assisted by the amble lubrication and sweat her body released. He kissed her clit and put another finger in her pussy, this time the tightness of her pussy swallowed his fingers much slower.

"Does that feel good? Would you like another one in you?" asked Zach, afraid three fingers might be too much as he took his fingers out her cunt and tasted them. They had a sweet tangy taste.

"Fuck, that felt good. Try three, but be gentle," Heidi nervously said as she pinched her right nipple with one hand and stroked her clit with the other. She wasn't used to being finger fucked, but enjoyed Zach's fingers inside her. Zach put his fingers back inside her slit, three barely fit and stretched her pussy out. Heidi gasped as he started going deep inside her and began finger fucking her again.

After a few minutes of fingering, Zach took his fingers out of her cunt and tasted them again. "You taste so good," he said as he moved up and gave her a kiss on the mouth. After briefly making out, she pushed his head down and forced his mouth on to her open pussy and he obediently lapped away at it.

At first he licked wildly, with no plan or rhythm. She felt his tongue around her labia, inside her, and even on her extremely sensitive clit. The sensations were almost too much when directly stimulated. He seemed eager, but needed direction. 

"Mmmm, lick around my clit, not right on it. Tease it. And keep fingering me." He obeyed happy to have some guidance. "Yes, just like that." Her pussy tasted sweet with a little bit of tang. Zach's mouth was watering as he licked around her clitoris, adding to the considerable amount of fluids flowing down her pussy.

She ruffled Zach's hair and he kissed her on the clit in return, a spasm of pleasure rippled through her body. He looked up at her; she was biting her lower lip and had an expression of ecstasy on her face, her body had a layer of sweat over it that made her glisten. Looking into each other's eyes, they knew this was the most pleasure either had experienced in their lives. He looked back down to her cunt and slowly began licking from her taint to her clit, in contrast to the wild lapping he started with.

Heidi was enjoying his relaxed pace. The way his tongue slowly explored her pussy from bottom to top was driving her wild. He slowly picked up the pace and made his licks more and more sloppy. She was getting more and more excited, and pulled her knees back to get into a more comfortable position. Doing so she positioned her butt higher relative to Zach's tongue, which was just about to start licking her twat when it moved up, and her asshole took its place.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" she cried out, as Zach's tongue thoroughly licked her tight asshole. 

It was clear she enjoyed it. Zach, at first confused, saw that having her asshole licked caused her a considerable amount of pleasure. He had never licked an ass before, but it tasted fine and was drenched in her sweet pussy juice already. He furiously began playing with her ass. He licked it first, and then began rimming it, and poking it with his tongue. He tried to penetrate it with his with his tongue, but it remained tight.

Heidi wasn't sure if Zach meant to lick her ass or if it was a mistake, but it felt amazing. She had never had her asshole licked before, and the nerves around her ass were having sensations they had never felt before. Soon he began trying to shove his tongue up her ass, which caused her to clench her asshole to keep it out. It felt amazing. His fingers still fondled her pussy as his tongue fondled her asshole. The sensations all came together and overwhelmed her. 

"Yes, ohhhh!" she yelled out as her body had an intense orgasm. 

Zach could see she was in ecstasy. Her face flushed redder, more than he had ever seen. Every muscle in her body contracted, and her toes curled. It was the cutest, and the sexiest thing he had ever seen. After her orgasm passed he continued eating her pussy. She was extremely excited and ready to get fucked. She grabbed him by the hair and moved his face off her groin and on to her lips. They kissed. 

"Fuck me like this, on top of me, and kissing me," She opened her pussy up with two fingers as he slowly shoved his dick inside her. "Now, FUCK ME!" she said with a tone that implies the words "like your little whore" to the end of her demand without it having been said. 

Dirty talk from the beautiful Heidi was too much; his dick wasn't ready for it. He decided to tease her instead, and pulled his dick out and slowly rubbed her cunt with it. 

"FUCK ME" Heidi demanded. 

His cock rubbing her clit was the ultimate tease. The truth was he was so excited he almost came inside her when she told him to FUCK her. With her unexpected dirty talk, he'd cum in her too quickly. He calmed himself down and tried another approach. He put two of his fingers in her mouth and made her suck them to keep her mouth shut. 

He fucked her slowly and rhythmically, she wasn't sure why he stuck his fingers in her mouth, but she sucked them eagerly. His fingers in her mouth pacified her urge to talk filthy to him, so she was surprised when he took his dick out of her, flipped her on her stomach and bent her over. Her ass was exposed in the doggy position, something she found extremely naughty. Then he grabbed her, and shoved his dick inside her cunt once again. But this time, he FUCKED her.

Zach had found his groove, and now with control over his will, he could fuck her rigorously in doggy position. She looked over her shoulder at him as he fucked her, and gave him a look that said, "Yes. Fuck me like this, fuck me like a savage, fuck me like an animal." He loved it. This cute, sexy, and adorable girl was so sexually aggressive. He never thought she was like this. For that matter, he wasn't like this. Something about Heidi made him want to alpha-male the fuck out of her. 

As he fucked her, he looked back and forth at her ass. His hands were on her cheeks, helping keep her ass ajar. Her tight asshole starred back at him ever time he plowed his dick in her pussy, and he knew how to make them both climax at the same time. He put the thumb of his left hand near her mouth and made her suck it.

Heidi wasn't sure what this bizarre fascination Zach had with sticking his fingers in her mouth was all about, but having vigorously sucked his dick, it didn't seem to be a big deal. It's not like she was acting normal either, wanting her lovers to fuck her like an animal was a first for her too. 

He took out his spit-covered thumb from her mouth. "Heidi, I'm close... Tell me how you want to get fucked." 

She smiled. She never talked dirty in sex, but this was an aberration, she knew just the words for him to blow his load in her. "I bet you want to hear how much I want you to FUCK me like a little slut, don't you?" she said in an innocent tone. "Mmmmm, you just love that I'm a naughty little whore, don't you?"

Zach was close. He knew that in a few minutes he would come, but he wanted her to come too. He started fucking her faster, and slowly placed the thumb of his left hand, still wet with her spit, on top of her asshole. She gave out a sigh of pleasure as his thumb rubbed her asshole in sync with his cock fucking her pussy. This was a new experience for her, but she liked it, and she was comfortable with it. 

She could feel he was close to cumming, he seemed very focused on fucking her, "Yes, I want you to cum inside me, FUCK ME!"

He had to do it now before he came, he pushed his thumb down on her asshole. Heidi's sphincter resisted his thumb's advance and she looked at him. Before she could tell him to stop, his thumb was inside her and she let out a scream of both pleasure and pain. Now she was getting fucked in both her holes, the initial shock of being anally penetrated wore off and the new sensation of pleasure that comes from being overwhelmed with pleasure took hold of her body. She was dizzy with excitement and building to an orgasm. 

Zach could not hold off any longer, "I'm coming..." and he let go. 

Heidi's already oncoming orgasm now accelerated and hit her with full force as she felt Zach's cum fill her pussy. It was all too much, and the most orgasmic intense orgasm either had ever experienced. After a few minutes, Zach pulled out of her. His cum was slowly oozing out of her pussy. He kissed her, and kept kissing her. 

They stayed like that for at least a half hour on the couch, silently holding each other in their naked mess. The phone rang and broke their serenity, but they let it ring. It was a cue to start moving again; neither of them wanted to. Heidi got up, and took out some wipes from her desk and they both cleaned themselves and got dressed. 

Heidi put her pants on without her panties. She looked at him, "Here, take these with you," as she handed her panties to him. "You'll need them until I come see you at your new place." Zach had never been so happy.

Neither of their lives had ever been so complicated, but it was a welcome complication. Zach still had to leave the next day, but all the melancholy in his heart was replaced with joy. He looked at Heidi, and both of them had an understanding. This unexpected night had changed both their lives. After getting dressed, he walked up to Heidi. "I don't want to go, but I have to leave tomorrow". 

"Give me some time to sort things out, and don't worry about anything, just focus on getting to your new job right now," Heidi said reassuringly as she clasped his hand. 

They both embraced each other and shared a goodbye kiss. Walking out of the building, Zach remembered not to turn the lights off.

Heidi's heart was still racing from her encounter with Zach, her office was a mess, she was a mess, and her whole life was about to become a mess, but she was happy. No thought of guilt entered her mind from her infidelity; Of course her engagement was over, no doubt some people would wonder as to what the circumstances behind the separation were. They could keep wondering. There seemed no reason to announce her affair with Zach, it would help nobody. The only reason she needed to end her previous relationship was that she was not in love with her fiancé; now that she knew what love really was with Zach. 

The next few weeks were a jumble, for the first time in Heidi's life, her personal life took priority over her professional life. She broke of her engagement, moved into a new apartment, and talked with Zach on the phone every night. She could tell he wanted to be with her, but he never pressured her into any decision and absolutely supported her with where to take their relationship. 

Zach knew that Heidi's family was all on the west coast and moving away from them to be with him would be difficult for her. Over the months that passed, they both took at least one weekend a month to visit each other, alternating each time. Zach had requested a transfer back to his old job soon after arriving at his new position. It would mean going back down the corporate ladder, but that really didn't matter to him much anymore. 

Four months later he got the news that his request had been approved, he didn't hesitate a minute to call up Heidi and share the news. "Guess what beautiful..?" he greeted her. From the tone in his voice, Heidi knew that Zach was coming back to her, tears of happiness filled her eyes as she answered, "You're coming back to me!"

Now their life together had really started, they could figure out the details of their career, family, and future as they needed to, as long as they were together.



Last Chance



It was the night before my best friend's wedding. I was in town for the wedding, and his wife-to-be was staying with her parents. Since he was alone at their house, Jay told me I should stay with him, instead of paying for a hotel.

We got back to his place after the rehearsal party, and cracked open a few beers. After a few hours, we were both getting pretty tired. Jay offered to let me sleep with him in his bed, since they didn't have a guest bed.

"No, dude. I'll just crash on your couch. I'll be fine."

He wouldn't take no for an answer. "Jill's side of the bed is empty. You're not going to sleep on an uncomfortable couch when you could be in a bed."

I finally agreed. After some talking and joking around, I finally fell asleep. I assumed he had too.

I don't know what time I woke up, but the bed was shaking slightly. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see what was going on. Jay had kicked off his covers, and was beating off while lying inches away! I pretended to sleep, while watching him. Much to my surprise, I was soon just as hard as he was.

I mean, I knew I wasn't gay, but this had me harder than I'd been in a long time!

"I know you're watching me, Perv."

Shit! I was busted. I closed my eyes tighter, hoping to fake him out. Then I felt his hand on the front of my boxers. "That's some nice wood for someone who isn't awake and excited."

I gasped and opened my eyes. He stopped beating off, and smiled at me. "Did you want me to take my hand away?"

I shook my head.

"Did you want me to cover up."

I shook my head again.

He rolled to face me. "If you won't speak and tell me what you want, then I'll have to just assume you want the same that I do."

I nodded. I just honestly had no idea what to say. What do you say when your best friend has you horny, and you want his full attention?

He was ready to give it. "You need to take off your shirt and boxers."

I did what I was told, and laid flat again. He rolled toward me more. His hand was lightly squeezing my balls, as he leaned forward and started teasing my nipple with his tongue. Holy shit, that was hot!

He kept teasing my nipples while his hand left my balls. He was running his hand along my inner thighs: Up one, then down the other, just lightly brushing my balls on the way past. I moaned as his wrist knocked against my cock.

Jay stopped what he was doing, and put his finger on my lips. "No no. We've decided that you're the silent party. You don't get to express any opinion here. Now shall I continue?"

I held back a whimper and nodded. And suddenly, Jay was all over my cock. His mouth and both hands were doing everything they could to make me happy. I was happy. I could feel my whole body on fire as he sucked my cock and squeezed my balls. He was very good at this.

I wanted to moan, I wanted to cry out, I wanted to hold him as he blew me. But I was afraid: Afraid he might stop. I held onto the edge of the bed with one hand, and had the other under my ass cheek.

Then the feeling came. I knew I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. It was a huge load, a huge release. He tried to take it all, but it ended up on his cheek and chin too. When I was done, I just laid there. Jay licked up the bits of jizz that had fallen back onto me.

Then I felt him slowly crawling up my body. As his face got even with mine, he growled, "And now you need to make me happy. I've fulfilled my part of the deal. Are you ready?"

I nodded.

"Good. Get on your hands and knees."

What? He wasn't going to ass-fuck me, was he. I mean, it's one thing to get blown by a guy, but an entirely different thing to get ass-fucked. Despite my worry, I did as I was told.

"Spread your legs wider. Wider. Good."

I felt his cock come in between my thighs. It touched my cock.

"Now close your legs tightly around my cock."

As before, I followed orders.

"Listen bitch. I'm going to fuck your thighs. This should feel good, but if it doesn't, then I'll be forced to fuck your tiny asshole. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and braced myself against the headboard.

And the pounding began. He fucked my thighs hard. I felt his cock hit mine repeatedly, as I got hard again. I felt his body up against my ass. He was climbing me like a dog. It was great.

He was pounding faster, and grunting harder, until he finally howled with his release. I felt his hot liquid hit my cock, my stomach, even my chest, and then he collapsed.

He climbed off me, and looked at the mess as I laid back down on my back. He eyed my hard cock.

"I'm done with you, but you don't seem to be done with me. Here's what I will allow: You can beat off while looking me in the eye, but not until you've lapped up all of that mess I left on you."

I'd never tasted another man's cum before. The newness of it was driving me crazy. Once it was all gone, I started pumping my meat, while staring Jay in the eye.

"You may speak now."

And I whimpered, then moaned, and eventually I screamed. 



Last Chance



Nan and I met a few years ago. She was recently cast in a play I wrote and directed. I was immediately taken in by her intelligence, her poise, and her ass. She was an excellent actress in a minor role and outshone many of her cast mates by her talent, as well as her looks. She was tall, 5'9" or so, Her long, dark auburn hair framed her translucent face and soulful blue eyes beautifully. I was arrogant and she was playful. 

On our first date I asked her if she always fell in love so easily. She nearly slapped me but we made love for the next two days listening to the patter of rain on the roof of her apartment. She was 15 years my junior but in many ways she was much more wise and mature. She saw the theatre as a hobby while she pursued her real vocation, studying for a Masters Degree in Science and eventually a PhD. I saw the theatre as my own private empire for doing whatever I liked. 

We moved in together and things were good at first, I was living on residuals while working on a small local theatre production. As the residuals dried up and the local production's season ended though, I had no real prospects. Producers weren't taking my calls and my old collaborators had moved on. I became very depressed, but she stuck with me. My sex drive dropped to nothing and while she bemoaned it, she stayed with me. Then one day two weeks ago, she had had enough. She told me she loved me, but it was over and to move my stuff out. I begged her to reconsider but she was adamant. She said she'd been miserable and unfulfilled for two long and that even when we did have sex it was unimaginative and dull. She loved my big cock, but she said she didn't get to spend anywhere near enough time with it. She said she was going away that weekend on a date with someone who treated her the way she deserved, who wanted her and was willing to show it. I asked her not to make any decisions until she returned. Maybe she'd have a terrible time; maybe she'd miss me. She acquiesced, probably as much out of pity as anything else.

Her ultimatum however had forced me to take a hard look at my life and what I'd done with it. She was right; I was not the man she deserved. I could be, but I wasn't. At first I resolved to try and become that man, to do the things she wanted. I was nervous and anxious and wasn't sure where to start. 

One of the things she was unhappy with was my lack of initiative with my work. I'd always talked about pitching ideas to TV studios, but had never really taken the necessary steps, so I called my agent Diane and told her to pull whatever strings were necessary. I begged, I pleaded, I threatened and I begged some more. She did it. I had three pitch sessions scheduled for the following week. 

Next I took stock of myself physically. Age hadn't slowed me down as much as lethargy and a sizable gut had. I was still physically strong, my cock was still big, but neither it nor I had the drive we'd once had. My endurance was sapped by the extra weight I was carrying and a horrible diet. I decided to start drinking only water and partially due to nerves I began fasting as well. I forwarded the good news about the pitch sessions to her while she was away with the other man. I also sent her poems, the kind I'd always talked about sending her but never did. While she was gone I came to an awakening. I remembered everything about why I loved her and how much. It wasn't about being afraid of change anymore it was about the future. It was about saving the best thing that had ever happened in my life. With the nervous energy I had over the weekend I cleaned the entire apartment top to bottom. That way if worse came to worse it would be easier to remember where all my stuff was. I also worked on my resume for teaching theatre classes and polished off several of my pitches for the upcoming meetings. Lastly I began exercising. 

When she came home things were tense. I was bursting with excitement to see her, but she was tired from a long drive. She told me things had gone ok, but not so great that she wouldn't hear me out. She saw the apartment and my new demeanor and was taken aback. She knew something had changed but she wasn't sure how much. We talked briefly and went to bed. 

The next night was tense but we managed to joke a bit, she told me she wasn't ready yet to tell me a final answer, but if I forced one she would give it. I told her the truth. I told her the complete unvarnished truth about everything I felt, how bad I felt over how I 'd treated her and how it would never happen again no matter what she decided. I told her the steps I was taking to improve my life and how whether she kept me or not I was going through with them. She asked if under the circumstances I felt she had been "naughty."

I was taken aback. That was a code word she used when she wanted to get a little risqué. I asked her what she had done that was so naughty. She described her weekend away and how she'd blown this guy and let him go down on her for hours. I said yes, that did seem naughty. She asked what I was going to do about it. At that point she was wearing a mid length skirt and she turned away from me, and leaned slightly forward. So I gave her a playful spank and she moaned. I spanked her again, harder this time. She said, "Do you think that left a mark?" I raised her skirt over her beautiful ass to check. She doesn't have a little boy ass like so many men find popular, she has a full round shapely woman's ass with smooth creamy white buttocks. As I raised the skirt I saw what I thought I'd see, the tops of her black, silk stockings, a garter belt and no panties, just her glorious ass, bent over awaiting my pleasure. 

As I raised the skirt she had bent forward, extending her arms like she does doing her yoga, and she raised her voluptuous derriere. I peered closely at the cheek I'd just smacked through the fabric of her skirt. It had the slightest lines of red from two of my fingers. "No, it didn't leave much of a mark, not nearly enough I'd say." And I began lightly tapping her ass with my right hand. Each tap I slightly increased the hardness of my strokes. The sound built like the applause of an audience till, with a resounding smack, I had spanked her hard on that one cheek. She cooed and moaned as the spanks increased their pace and intensity. I did the same to the other cheek and was treated to plaintive moans as she asked what else I wanted to do to her ass.

I unclasped her skirt and let it fall to the floor helping her step over it. Then I led her to the bed and laid her on it on her stomach. I grabbed two scarves from the closet and pulled her legs apart, tying each to the leg of the bed on it's own side, spreading her ass a little in the process. With another scarf I tied her hands overhead, and with yet another I blindfolded her. We had done some light bondage and spanking before, but this time felt different. I suspected it might be a "goodbye fuck" so if I was going out, I'd make it count. With her spread like this I spanked her left cheek hard, my fingers almost in the furrow between her cheeks. She moaned and as I lifted my hand I saw a red print of hand and fingers on her soft young flesh.. Her perfect pink pussy quivered and glistened beneath her perfectly tight and virginal ass. One of the things she'd done as my libido ebbed was to appropriate some common household items as sex toys. One of these was an antique metal ice cream scooper. The kind that was just a handle with an ice cream scoop at the end all fashioned out of one piece of metal. I knew where she kept and I quickly and quietly reached over and retrieved it. Then I began spanking her in earnest, I let smack after smack fall on those perfect white orbs till they were nearly crimson and speckled with what looked like purplish red pinpricks of color raised by my hand. She went from excited to distraught to ecstatic, then when she couldn't wait for what was to come next, I inserted her friend the ice cream scooper into her pussy, I worked in just the first half inch, but she recognized the cool metal. "Ohhh.. yea.. yes.. yes... please..."

"Please what? Say it."

"Please! Please! Do it!"

"Say it or all you'll get is spanked some more." I said as I spun the first half inch around her pussy.

"Fine." She said petulantly.

"Fine." I said and inserted it just a touch farther. She thought she had won but I let it go now that it was deep enough to stay on it's own and rained fire down upon her cheeks again with my strong right hand while my left reached under her a little and began fiddling with her clit.

"Ungghh! Ohhh yes... Oh thank you... yes... please... please fuck me with it now, please!" She raised her hips to meet the strokes of my hand on her ass, making tougher to keep my thumb making circles on her engorged clit. I stopped spanking and grabbed the end of the ice crea scoop and looked down at her, my eyes were fixated on her asshole. I had another thought that might make her lose her mind. I began pressing the toy into her coral pink pussy, sliding between her steamy lips, engorged and open as they were. She began bucking her hips up at it, but rather htan allow that I used a hand to hold her down, and then lowered my head touched my tongue to the top of her as crack, and start describing lazy circles down her furrow with my tongue. Her reaction bordered on evangelical, "Oh my god! That's so. So... wrong! Don't stop , please do not stop! Oh god, my love, I can't believe you're doing that you aren't going to.." At that I circled the outside of her pungent ass with my tongue. "OH GOD!! YES, DO THAT! LICK MY ASS! YES! NnnnHHHH!" Then she made the trilling sound she makes when something feels indescribably good. So I asked her, while fucking the scoop deeper and harder into her, "Oh you like that do you? You like having me play with your asshole with my tongue? You want me to keep doing that?" At that I started twisting the scoop more and angling it to make contact with her G spot. Her reaction was loud and unintelligible. "Say it.. if you want my tongue there again you'll have to ask nicely."

"PLEASE! Oh please master do that again do it more, please!"

"Do what?" As I asked I blew softly across her puckered and eager ring.

"Tongue my ass! Please tongue my ass again oh god!" This time instead of just making small circles around the outside , I extended my tongue and pressed it deep into her ass for the first time. She went ballistic " Hunh-hoo.. uhhhh... OOOOHHH .. Yea... OOOHHHH oh yes oh yes oh yes!" I started alternating pressing my tongue and the scoop in, wriggling my tongue and twisting the scoop. She became inaudible as her pitch raised. I knew from old experience that her jaw was moving but no sound was coming out, and I could feel her ass clench my tongue, I pressed the scoop hard and buried it full in her, the handle passing through her cervical ring. Then her screams of pleasure became audible, filling our bedroom with her carnal praises. As she came down I would reach under and caress clit cause aftershocks of pleasure that make her trill and moan. 

I let her have a few moments to come down while I retrieved some petroleum jelly from the bathroom. I left the scoop in her the whole time. When I returned she asked if she could get up now. "No." I said, "I'm not done with you yet." She squirmed uncomfortably, but said nothing. I continued after a moment. "We've talked about doing some unusual things, but we never seem to actually do them. That changes today. I know you like the scoop, and I know how excited you get when your ass is touched. Well, now we're going to have the scoop get me something I've always wanted." I let the moment hang suspended on the air for a few seconds. "I'm going to fuck your ass, right here. right now."

Nan moaned but said incredulously, "You're too big sweetie, you'll never fit that big thing up my ass, I don't think I ca even take the scooper!" While she said this, the blindfold prevented her from seeing me lubing up the fingers of my right hand. As she finished I pressed my right index finger into her sweet budding ass. "Ohhhhh.." Her moans grew as I slowly stroked it deeper.

"Ready for two my love?" She moaned her assent and I pressed my middle finger in to join it, I slowly twisted them in her has and pressed against the tight ring in a circular motion to try and stretch it a bit. Her moans grew louder. At first I fucked my fingers harder into her ass, then I added my ring finger and began really pounding her with them. 

"How many is that?" She moaned. I withdrew my fingers, put the middle and ring together and put the index and ring under them and thrust all of them in as I told her that made 4. She squealed in a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure. She began thrusting her tight sweet ass back at my hand.. with my other hand I withdrew the scoop from her pussy and deftly spread some lube around the ridge of the handle. When it was ready and the soundtrack of her joy had reached an unequaled pitch, I withdrew my four fingers despite her moans of disappointment, and began pressing the warm metal scooper into the barely yielding tender flesh ring of her ass. The wet coating from her well fucked pussy and combine with the lube on it and the lube left in her ass from my fingers only slightly eased this assault on her near inviolate rear end.

Her protests were weak and punctuated by trilling moans. I fucked slow and shallow at first working it in small circles to help stretch her for what was yet to come. Her legs strained at the scarves, but one of her hands came free and she immediately thrust it beneath her, reach for her clit to give it the attention it so desperately craved. As she played with herself, I gave her one hard spank to punish her for freeing her hand and thrust the scoop a few inches deeper into her newly opened ass. She screamed her pleasure with a noise that sounded like barely more than a grunt. She was humping her hand and thrusting back against the scoop, I knew she was as ready as she could be, and my cock was throbbing and busting to get out of my pants. I stopped fucking her with the toy for a moment and she continued humping, it took her a few moments to realize I'd stopped, I dropped my pants, unleashing my hard, thick cock and put my knees between her thighs. As she strarted to say "What..?" I withdrew the scoop and pressed the bulbous head forward, pressing it firmly to her ass. She cried out in alarm, "Oh no sweetie, you're too big, you're much bigger than that ice cream scoop!" She was right, while close in length, my cock was much thicker than the ice cream scoop, and while it had opened her up some, she'd have to stretch quite a bit to accommodate this. I pressed forward more and told her to take a deep breath and let it out slow. She did and my head popped inside the ring of her ass. It wasn't just warm it was hot, and it felt like a velvet vise was clutching my cock. I reached up and grabbed a handful of her long dark mane and inched my hips forward.

"Still thinking about being naughty?" Her response was some breathy moans followed by a squeal and a weak shake of her head side to side. "You ready for the rest of this?"

In a small quiet breathless voice she said, "I'm not sure.. I think so..." And I sank two more inches into her conquered ass. I withdrew to the head, gave her a moment to adjust, and thrust forward again, burying another thick inch of cock where no man had ever touched her before me. She didn't quite moan, but she did grunt. I took that as a good sign and withdrew halfway and told her she was going to take it all, then I buried my cock in her, my big balls spanking her sopping wet pussy as I bottomed out in her perfect ass. This time I reared back all the way and then smoothly inexorably shoved my cock back into her all the way. I began stroking slow. Using the handful of her luxuriant hair to steady myself, and pulling it a little as she seemed to enjoy the pain. I was going to keep the pace slow but she began moaning and picking up the pace herself, her legs straining hard against the scarves. Soon I was pounding her tender ass mercilessly with my cock, convinced that she must be terrible pain from this along with her pleasure. She began fingering herself again and screaming at me, "Fuck it! Fuck my tiny ass you bastard! Do it, oh god, yes, yes, yes... fuck me harder!" I started fucking her harder than I ever would have thought possible and the tingle that usually begins in my balls started in my feet this time and spread throughout my lower body. "Spank me! Spank me please while you fuck my ass! Please!" I began spanking her ass while I fucked it hard. She seemed almost to convulse with the sensations and I could feel a huge orgasm building even bigger inside of me.

"Are you ready to take my come? I'm going to fill you ass with it!" She completely lost all coherence, her orgasm shattered her and her ass began clenching my cock in pulsing waves. I thrust deep in side her and came in torrents. As I stroked through my orgasm her ass was so tight that some of my come squeezed out around my cock. She collapsed beneath me, purring like a cat.

"Good Nan, that's just the beginning. We have a lot more yet to do here."

When she could talk again she said simply, "Ok.."



Last Chance



PART 1

I race to a halt and stand panting outside the office. My feet are killing me. These new high heels are not made for sprinting. Gulping a few nervous breaths, I smooth down my pink top and white mini. The door is ajar but I knock anyway then take a few steps back. I look down at my fluffy pink purse swinging back and forth across my thighs as if it's as anxious as I am to get this thing over with. The door jerks open and I watch two slightly scuffed, black shoes step towards me. I dare not look up. 

"You're late again", Raymond growls. "What did I tell you last time?" 

"You said it was my last chance, Raymond but ...". 

"No buts! I have had enough of your excuses. What does last chance mean, Lucinda?"

"It means I should pack up my desk and leave?" I venture as I glance up at his round, middle aged face and quickly down again. 

"Does it now?" he replies with a callous laugh.

Raymond Mark's hideous brown and cream suit is far too tight but buttoned all the way up regardless. His huge belly appears to be begging for release and the orange tie around his neck looks like it's strangling him. I wish it would. 

'What's with all these questions?' I think to myself. 'Just do it, you fat git. Sack me, Raymond, damn it!' 

I wait, head lowered but Raymond is silent. Eventually I tilt my head up and for an instant, just a second, I catch old Raymond perving at my cleavage. His are eyes fixed upon my breast like he's never seen tits before. Then our eyes meet and in a few swift movements he blushes, coughs and looks away. 

I mentally congratulate myself on choosing the pink top this morning. It's tight, low cut and, even if I do say so myself, really accentuates my best assets. Let's face it, not every girl is tall, slim and endowed with 38D's. This unexpected, lusty-lapse on my manager's behalf has had an instant, 180 degree effect on the dynamics of the situation. I lift my chin insolently, toss my wavy red hair to one side and roll my shoulders back. This causes my breasts to perk jauntily in his direction and, as he is short, my twin peaks are aimed right down his line if vision. I smile mischievously, knowing the exact effect my full lips will have. We're on my turf now.

Poor old Raymond is really rattled. He can't help but take in my smile then, as if he has no control, his eyes stray down to my tits again. He licks his chubby lips. His face is flushed and beads of sweat are beginning to glisten on his brow. His balding grey comb-over looks even more like a tacky spider web than usual. 

"Lucinda, perhaps we should discuss this in...in private," he mumbles. 

Even though there's no one around he glances furtively left and right before guiding me into his office. The door clunks shut. He lopes across the large room to the far side of the desk and plops his rotund butt into his big leather chair. His suit buttons strain even further as he points me towards the low backed plebeian's chair facing him. The desk divides us and he reaches into the middle of it for a tissue to mop his brow while I take a seat. To keep my mini from riding up to an obscene level I wriggle back a little in the chair and tug at my hem. Again Raymond's beady little eyes wander, this time the length of my long, tanned thighs. 

Raymond is clearly as horny and desperate as they come. If I play my cards right I might be able to keep my job and even land myself a nice little bonus. I look across at Raymond, my big green eyes meet his squinty brown ones. I glimpse lust, hunger and hope in their depths - time to lay my ace on the table. 

"Raymond I'm really sorry. The train was late. What can I do to make it up to you? I can't afford to loose my job. I'll do anything it takes."

I lean forward to give him a better view of my titties, blinking a couple of times for effect. Raymond eyes are glued to my boobs and his lardy lips form a slow, lascivious smile.

"Meet me here at 6pm. We should be able to come to some sort of arrangement."

Bingo!

PART 2

Raymond means business. The office door is locked, phone diverted and the blind has been drawn. His ugly orange tie is snaked over the desk. The jacket's been unbuttoned at last and is flung over a nearby filing cabinet; his flabby, shirt-clad waist hangs over his belt. Leaning back in his big tilt chair, hands clasped behind his head, Raymond's trying – almost successfully - to look like he's done this a thousand times before. 

"Take off your clothes, Lucinda – all of them. Do it nice and slow. Make it interesting." 

I do as he says, taking my time and using a few of the moves I picked up watching porno films with an ex who liked that sort of thing. It's working. There's a distinct bulge forming in Raymond's crotch. As I gyrate and writhe, humming stripper music in my head, I absently wonder how his prick can manage to expand at all under such confined conditions. 

I slip out of my lacy bra and matching thong and toss them on the pastel coloured pile of clothes by the door. I'm naked now except for the damned high heels. They're still killing me but Raymond wants me to leave them on and to keep dancing. The sleaze is staring at my every move while rubbing his crotch at regular intervals. 

"Come over here, take my seat," he groans. 

As I walk slowly towards the desk he stands. For some reason this feels weirder than the dancing so I sit as demurely as I can under the circumstances, perched on the very edge of the chair, legs crossed with my right arm covering my breasts. 

Raymond removes his shirt, exposing his lily white girth. This is obviously a man who adores fast food and has not ventured outdoors in years. He stands before me looking down with his hands by his side. His belly protrudes and cock is still very obvious, despite its tight brown/cream restriction. His comb-over has even developed its own little erection, standing up on end as if his penis and hair are operating as one. I feel a giggle rising but suppress it. 

He drinks in my whole body with his little eyes but seems inordinately fascinated with my pussy, well as much of it as he can see given my pose. Maybe because it's totally waxed? I always have all hair removed – so much neater that way. Minutes pass and neither of us speak. With a vague sense of relief the thought crosses my mind that Raymond has no idea what to do next. 

"Sit back in the chair and open your legs - wide." 

Sigh. So much for my intuition. I move back on the seat and open my legs. This causes the chair to tilt backwards which in turn tilts my tits and pussy upwards. 

"How's this?" I ask.

Raymond takes a step back to get a better view but shakes his head, dissatisfied. He leans forward, grabs my ankles and places one of my legs over each of the well padded arm rests. I am now fully exposed, legs splayed wide with my high heeled shoes dangling above the floor. Raymond steps back again, places his chin in his hand, peers closely and nods. He reaches over and opens a desk draw and starts rummaging.

I have to admit, the posture makes me feel strangely raunchy. My vulnerability coupled with Raymond's silent ogling is a turn-on and my pussy spasms in anticipation. Maybe this won't be quite as bad as I thought? My reverie is interrupted by a ripping sound. Raymond is tearing a long length of duct tape from a roll held in his hand. Before I know what he's up to, he takes my left ankle and tapes it tightly to the nearest chair leg. 

"Hey! What do you think you're doing? I'm not into this kinky stuff!" 

I try to struggle from the seat but with one leg bound it's an impossible task. Raymond doesn't answer my plea but I know he's heard me because he holds my head firmly as he pastes a big strip of tape over my lips, then another and another. He smiles. I'm really frightened now but my many protests are muffled. I struggle and hit out as much as I can trying to do the impossible, trying to stop this crazy man, but within seconds my remaining leg is bound to the other chair leg. For a fat guy, he's remarkably strong. 

Raymond steps back to admire his work. He tugs at my shins a couple of times to test the security and seems satisfied. I punch him on the arm again in the vain hope that this will stop him but it's almost as if it's only my body he is aware of and the real me does not even exist. 

So there I sit – naked, gagged, splayed, bound, squirming – with Raymond the pasty blimp frowning down at my tits and my pussy in turn. I know it's crazy but I just can't help it, this is a fucking major turn-on and my mounting fear is only adding to the excitement. My heart thumps and I feel my pussy juices flow. Maybe I'm every bit as insane as Raymond clearly is?

"Lucinda you are beautiful", whispers Raymond as stands before me unbuckling his stretched leather belt. 

'What is this maniac saying? I'm trussed up like a pig and he thinks I'm beautiful?' "You were made in heaven", he claims as he unzips his trousers and drops them to the floor along with his grubby boxers. 

'Shit! Look at the size of that cock! Oh God, that's just not normal. He's a giant!' 

In a panic I desperately try to free myself again but only serve to roll the chair closer to him and his massive member. It's colossal – all pink and deeply veined from the base up with a raging purple head. He sees the look of shocked amazement in my eyes.

"I am going to enjoy this so much Lucinda, you have no idea just how much," he whispers with a croaky voice, then chuckles. 

I'm on high alert now. This is not good. What I thought was going to be a five minute quickie to save my crappy job has taken an unexpected turn down Freak Show Alley. Anything could happen. 

Raymond steps around behind the chair. I follow him with my gaze as far as I can, then he disappears out of view. I try to talk, to reason with him, but all that can be heard are stifled pleading sounds. Suddenly I feel two warm, clammy hands slipping over my shoulders. I look up and there's Raymond above me, his big head leaning to one side, his eyes taking in my body from this new angle. His chubby fingers slip lower to cup my breasts and I gasp involuntarily. The feeling of his sweaty palms on my nipples coupled with that look of wonder, adoration and lust in his eyes ignite my fire. I'm too scared to push his hands away. Too scared and ... shit! The truth is I don't want him to stop. How can I be enjoying this!? His fingers play with my nipples and they obligingly form into small, hard buds. He moans quietly and rolls them between his fingers then cups my breasts again, kneading them, exploring them. Oh God, I'm moaning too! What the fuck is going on? 

Raymond moves back to face me. He's leaning forward slightly to play with my tits again. Damn it feels great. I know I should try to maintain eye contact with him, to reach him, to get the message across that this is way too scary but my eyes have zeroed in on that gigantic prick. I can't take my eyes off it, wondering how it would feel thrust deep inside me. 

"Stroke it," orders Raymond. 

I don't need to be asked twice. I take his huge member in my right hand. It's rock hard and so thick my fingers can't wrap around it. I grasp it somewhere towards the middle and Raymond closes his eyes and grunts loudly as soon as he is touched. My pussy contracts at the sound of his pleasure, or is it his desperation? Either way, it makes me hot and wet, as does the sensation of his fingers groping my tits. I slide my hand slowly up the shaft. The gargantuan, bulbous head of his cock is glistening with pre-cum. 

Raymond rolls the chair against the wall so it can't move. He leans above me with both hands on the chair back and I glide my hand up and down his cock, setting a rhythm. From this position I can cup his big, hairy scrotum in my other hand. I fondle his balls while my strokes, up and down the length of his massive cock, gain momentum. He starts to move his hips in harmony with my hand, he's groaning and breathing hard. Drops of pre-cum drip onto my belly. I close my eyes and all I can think of is that enormous prick plunging in and out of me. 

Raymond stops and kneels, his round face close to my wet pussy. He looks so serious as he parts my lips with the fingers of one hand and gently touches my engorged clit with the other. I gasp and jerk involuntarily. He rubs it back and forth with his thumb and I feel my body tensing with pleasure. Then, without warning, he thrusts three fingers deep into my pussy. Though it's painful, my scream is one of pleasure. 

"You like that, huh?" he asks gruffly as he forces them in and out, faster and faster. 

I nod furiously and raise my hips as far as I can. I moan as he spreads his fingers wide inside me and pushes them in further. All the while he is massaging my clit with his other hand. My valley clenches around him tightly. I am panting as I grip his shoulders and pull his face close to mine, our glazed eyes lock. Sensing my need, he rips the tape from my mouth, leans closer and parts his lips. We kiss deeply, our tongues dancing together as he plunges four huge fingers into me. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I understand that he is preparing my pussy to take the copious size of his penis, stretching me as best he can. 

But, oh God! What now? I feel something rimming my arse. One, no two, of his plump fingers, drenched with my juices, are finding their way in. My whole body is thrashing about, a mass of live wires, as he delves into me front and rear. I'm wracked with a delicious pain that I don't want to end. My arms and legs are twitching and writhing and I close my eyes as pressure builds almost to breaking point. 

"I'm going to cum!" I cry as his fingers extend again within my depths. 

"Not yet you're not," declares Raymond. 

Abruptly everything stops. Just like that and just seconds before I reach my peak. Is this some sort of cruel joke? I open my eyes and find myself faced with Raymond's intense stare. All I want is for him touch me again, to take me over the brink. I want his cock buried to the hilt inside me and, quite frankly, at this point I don't care where he chooses to bury it. Desperately I try to guide his hand back to my pulsating pussy but he twists his wrist free and moves away slightly. My fingers encircle his stiff cock again. God, how I want it!

"Please! Please!"

No answer.

Raymond's fingers are shimmering with my juices as he reaches into another of the desk drawers. I wait warily yet impatiently, still stroking his cock because, well, because it feels so fucking good. He pulls out a long, black scarf and a silver dildo. 

'What the hell is he going to do now?' I wonder as his thick lips meet mine again, kissing me intensely. 

PART 3

I am blindfolded. It's dark and eerily silent. I don't know where Raymond is. My inner alarm sounds. He could do anything he wanted with me ... he could even ...I shake my head, trying to distract myself from the creepier thoughts. Don't go there! 

'Mmmmmmm.' 

There's something cool and metallic running up my inner thigh. It's smooth and sensuous. The dildo?

"What's that, Raymond?" I ask, attempting to sound unperturbed.

No reply. Instead I hear the now familiar sound of duct tape being torn from the roll. Four long strips of tape later and I'm silenced again. This bondage thing is new to me, but I have to admit restraint works. I'm on fire!

The metallic object resumes its path. It reaches the very top of my thigh and for a brief instant rests on my clit. I jerk and gasp. It's gliding its way up my other thigh now - slowly, so slowly – and it's warmer, room temperature. This time it keeps going, moving closer and closer to my arse. I try to raise my butt, to help it find what I hope is its ultimate destination. 

'Inside! I want it in me!' 

Gently, it is manoeuvred in small circles around the entrance to my arse. I am rocking in the chair endeavouring to encourage it inwards. Ever so slowly it starts to enter me, still moving in circles. I whimper a little in anticipation. It's guided gradually deeper and deeper until I feel my arse swallowing it whole. 

'This is heaven!'

It's sliding in and out of me and, even though I know Raymond is making this happen, bizarre images form in my mind. There's a creature doing all this of its own volition - a lovely, hard, sexual alien creature invading me. 

Tongue! 

'Yes, yes! Oh shit yes!!'

Raymond is running his tongue over my clit, lapping it, sucking it. He is keeping time with the alien, they are working in unison. Simultaneously he pinches and twists my nipples. My feral groans fill the room and my body is rocking back and forth, as far as my bonds allow. Deeper and deeper the alien dives into my arse, sometimes slow but mostly fast. The pain is pleasure and the pleasure is pain. My muscles tighten. Once again I am close, so very close to climax. My toes begin to curl tightly and I reach out in the dark trying to touch something, anything. My hands discover Raymond's shoulders, my long nails scrape his flesh. At that exact moment the alien slips from my arse. No! Not again! 

While busy fingers rip at the tape binding my legs I slide my hand down to my clit. I'm so horny I could scream. I fucking well have to cum. Without a word my hand is lifted and placed on the arm of the chair and the restraint removal resumes. What a control freak! When all the tape is detached, my shoes are taken off and gentle hands rub my taut legs from toe to thigh. Each limb is tenderly lifted, straightened and, after a thorough massage, placed in front of me. I had not realised how strained my legs had become and to be able to move them again is a real relief. I wriggle my toes and bend my stiff knees a few times.

Things are obviously shifting gear but, as my gag and blindfold remain in tact, I know that this incredibly strange journey is not over yet. I am lifted from the seat. Raymond huffs and puffs unflatteringly with the effort. I'm repositioned with my feet on the floor. Raymond bends me over so that from the waist upward, I'm laying face down along what I assume is the desk top. Nothing happens for a short while and I envisage Raymond studying my pussy from this angle. The thought sends tingles through my body. Then my legs are pushed wider apart and fingers spread open my vagina lips. 

'OH FUCK!'

Raymond's cock! It's like a massive rock forcing its way into my cunt. I struggle to get free but he holds me in place, pushing all his bulk onto my body. I wanted this, was begging for it, but this pain is beyond belief! Raymond grunts as he thrusts again. I scream in anguish and thrash around but he pays me no heed. He's going to rip me in two! My pussy is locked tight around the head of his gigantic prick and I know it cannot take any more. He's just too big and I'm already stretched to the limit! Another great shove and a prolonged groan. This time his cock travels deeper and, unexpectedly, the pain's a little less intense. I cry out, nonetheless. 

"Nearly there, Baby," he says, kissing me on the neck. 

His breath rasps in my ear as I feel him rise, moving out of me preparing to slam back again. I brace myself, eyes closed, wincing. He rises even higher, grips my shoulders tighter and slams his hips forward. His jams himself into me like a battering ram. This time there's hardly any pain, rather an overwhelming, luscious sense of being filled beyond capacity. Over my own rapturous shriek I hear a loud cry escape his lips. He shudders violently when his great balls slap against my butt cheeks. 

My God, I've taken that immense cock – all of it! I feel it distending me, my walls stretched, gripping tightly. Slowly Raymond rises and little by little his cock slides outward. I'm so swollen and tight that every cell within me feels his penis retreating. Waves of ecstasy shoot from my cunt down both arms and legs. My heart races. His hips shift gradually forward again and I moan deeply as he crams into me. I can't believe this is happening. There's no pain any longer, everything I feel, every tiny movement is pure bliss. Back and forth he rides me, unhurriedly at first and gradually increasing speed. Soon he and I are both bucking hard against each other, his sweat mingling with mine as we moan and gasp for breath. 




Last Chance



PART 4

As if aware that my heightened senses can take no more, Raymond makes another change. He has me kneel on the floor, my head resting on folded arms and butt high in the air. His hands run over my back and cheeks then one slips between my legs to fondle my clit. I move back and forth, moaning and loving it. Then my alien friend returns. This time it slips easily into my hungry, ready arse. My rocking increases until I am taking it all in as my heart thumps wildly. 

Next thing I know Raymond is guiding my right hand between my legs. 

"Play with yourself, if you want."

Want? Of course I want! My fingers quickly find my clit and start rubbing fervently. I am on the brink of climax again but try not to show it. I need to cum! I stifle the primeval noises trying to burst from me. The alien is moving in deep, regular circles which feels amazing. 

I am at fever pitch ... so close ... 

'SHIT!!!!'

Raymond's giant cock slams its way into my pussy. I hear a wild growl as he enters me, forcing himself into the very depths of my swollen interior. It's so unexpected and so massive that I howl. He grabs one of my hips and starts pumping hard, the alien inside when he is out, and visa versa. There's not a second when I am not consumed by one or the other. The friction is incredible. How is he doing this!? My fingers work feverishly on my clit as I rise to heights I never even imagined were possible. I wail, pant and buck. Both my pussy and arse lock tighter and tighter around their invaders as the tension grows. Juices are running down my inner thighs and every muscle is tensed beyond belief. Raymond's visceral growls add to the exhilaration. He's no longer manipulating the alien but we are both beyond caring. 

At last I've reached the peak! As I crest the one final, gigantic wave my back arches and Raymond grips my hair, pulling it towards him. I'm beyond thought, driven by primitive urge alone. My primal cry, though muffled, echoes off the walls as a series of violent waves make me spasm uncontrollably. Still Raymond has me in his steel-like grip. One, two, three gigantic thrusts later an unearthly howl reverberates around the room. Raymond has cum. 

Our pace slows. I can't think. My limbs feel as if they are made of jelly and my heart's hammering. I fall forward, unable to stay upright any longer. Raymond lies over me, his massive cock still inside. My pussy pulsates around it and. With a sense of utter rapture, we both lay there gasping for air, neither of us saying a word.

Eventually Raymond rolls onto his side, his cock flopping wetly downward. Tenderly peels the tape from my mouth, brushes a stray strand of damp hair from my cheek and smiles.

"So Lucinda, are you going to be late again tomorrow?" he asks. 



Last Chance



This is my first story, so feedback is much appreciated.

*

Graduation. I had waited eighteen years for this moment to arrive. Ordering caps and gowns, practicing the graduation march, and spending the last moments with my classmates. It was everything I hoped it would be and more. Little did I know it would lead to the most sexually gratifying event of my life. 

I walked into the empty classroom designated for the seniors to change wondering where everyone was. I settled into an area and removed my cap and gown from the garment bag I was carrying. I was startled when a cold hand draped the back of my neck. "Oh, Hi Gabby," I said. Gabby was a classmate of 5'6 white chick with a slim build and a rocking rack.

"Hi yourself," she replied. "Are you nervous, I could shit a brick right now!" I just smiled back. Gabby was a cool chick. She and I had flirted a little before but nothing more than a pinch on the butt or the occasional crotch grab. (She seemed to like that) I had always wanted to fuck her, but never made a move to do so. That would soon change. She moved beside me and started preparing her robe as well. I broke the silence with a cough and turned to one the most memorable sights of my lifetime. Gabby was bending over the desk in front of her and her white, pillowy cheeks were peeking from the hem of her incredibly short skirt.

"Damn girl!" She turned with a devilish smile on her face.

"You like?" she said bending forward a little more. I nodded licking my lips in lust. "I didn't want to be too hot under this robe."

"You don't have to worry about the heat," I responded. I sat on the desk beside me to hide my growing erection.

"I also thought of this." She lifted her skirt showing me her bare ass. I almost fainted. "I thought you might like that."

"So is that for me?" I asked. She gave me a playful shrug and turned around. I walked behind her a planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She purred softly. "Well, is that for me?"

"Maybe." she responded in a sing song voice. I placed my hand on her shoulder and slowly moved to her neck. She let out a low moan as my skilled hands worked their magic. I moved down her back and bent over more allowing me access to her lower back.

"Someone's enjoying herself," I cooed barely above a whisper. I leaned closer letting her feel the tent in my slacks.

"Looks like you're not having that bad of a time yourself" She gently bumped my groin and giggled. I returned to task and worked my way around her abdomen. I reached the button of her blouse and she grabbed my hand.

"What if someone walks in?" A true look of worry spread over her face.

"Fuck 'em," I responded. I grabbed the shirt and ripped it open. My hands found her tits and roughly massaged them through her bra, all the while nibbling on her ear and planting kisses along her jaw line.

"That's my favorite shirt you dick," she complained. I growled in response as I quickly unclasped her bra. Her breasts now freed I resumed my massage. She reached between our bodies and rubbed my now burning erection.

"Someone's ready to play," she said as she spun and attacked my belt buckle. She pulled my pants and underwear down in a flash and my nine inch dick smacked her on the chin. "Impressive," she said. I beamed as started licking the underside of my dick with slow, loving slurps that drove me crazy. She then took me into her mouth, working inch by inch in until she had almost all of my cock in her mouth. All of a sudden, she went crazy! Bobbing her head at an amazing speed, she took the entire length into her warm mouth. I pulled her away, not wanting to cum before I fucked her.

"My turn," I growled as I pulled her up. I placed my hand under her thighs, raised her to my face, and placed her back against the wall. I inhaled her sweet smell and dived into the feast before me. I kissed the entire area surrounding her beautiful pussy, purposely avoiding it as I passed over it. She squirmed in anticipation, almost begging me to get on with it. I relented and flicked my tongue over her engorged clit and she jumped in shock. I moved her to my shoulders and inserted two fingers into her pussy. She writhed as she moved to fuck my fingers. I ravished her clit with the best tongue bath I could muster. She screamed in delight and pulled my head into her pussy. I withdrew my fingers and thrust my tongue as deep as I could into her pussy, fucking her with all I had. As she bucked in anticipation of an orgasm, I gently pinched her clitoris sending her over the edge. She came hard and long, humping my face in ecstasy.

"That was the best head I've ever had!" she sighed breathlessly. I smiled wiping my face with her shirt. "Now it's your turn," she said with that same devilish grin. I allowed her slip down my body until the head of dick rested at the entrance of her pussy. "Fuck me," she growled. I gladly obliged, filling her sex with all the man I had. She winced in pain and then sighed in pleasure as I ravaged her with extreme passion. We locked eyes and gained a rhythm, I was still moving at an incredible pace and she squeezed her legs to match my speed. "Put me down," she said scooting down my legs. I reluctantly let her go only to be rewarded when Gabby bent over a desk and whispered, "Come and get it." I smile and stand behind her teasing her slit with my dick.

"You ready," I said still teasing her. I rubbed her back and massaged her breast. She started getting antsy and moving her ass back trying to hurry the act.

"What are you-" I impaled her. I moved like a man possessed, slamming into her with my ball slapping on her ass cheeks. She let out scream I knew could be heard for miles. After the initial shock, she gained her composure and starting throwing her ass back at me. We were locked in a blazing rhythm. The sound of our bodies colliding at the waist the only noise in the room. I was fast approaching an orgasm, so I reached around her and pinched her clit to even the odds. This quickly brought her orgasm. Her pussy tightened on my dick, slowing my pace to a slow stroke. My balls tightened as I was on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

"Don't cum in me," Gabby shrieked sensing I was close to cumming. I pulled out of her snatch and release stream after stream of cum across her back, one stream even reaching her shoulder. "Damn, that was hot!"

"Quite the show," stated Sheila, our class valedictorian. 



Last Chance



"Yeah, sure, no problem officer," Alan said, turning around and seeing the door the redhead had emerged from close. He sighed, but his frown quickly reversed when he realized he knew where to find her now, and he already had a reason to return.

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Clarence sat outside his supervisor's office, whistling a merry tune and wondering what was taking so long to get him in. Perhaps they're trying to find the right words with which to thank me for completing such an important mission, he thought. Deciding that must be the case he returned to his whistling, daydreaming about how sheepish everyone would look when they found out what he'd accomplished today.

The clouds parted, and Lellor's voice sounded from the space beyond, "Clarence, get in here."

"Yes sir," Clarence responded proudly, hovering up from his seat and flittering quickly through the opening.

Lellor gestured, "Sit down, Clarence. I told you how important the mission I gave you is, didn't I?"

"Yes, Sir, you certainly did. I'm proud I was able to accomplish it," Clarence replied, puffing out his chest and smiling in what he felt was a humble manner.

Lellor raised his eyebrows. "Have you now?" Gesturing toward one of the billowing walls of clouds around them, he caused it to swirl, forming an image of the world below.

Clarence turned to watch the show, expecting to see Alan and Andra staring blissfully into each other's eyes. Thus, what he actually saw was more than a bit of a surprise.

On the viewing screen made of clouds, he saw Andra lying on her bed, legs spread wide and a look of ecstasy on her face. Between those parted thighs was the blonde woman who had pushed Andra back into her office earlier during the scuffle.

Andra screamed, trembling in climax. Emily moaned in delight, as she continued to lap for the flow of Andra's juices. Emily's arm lay beneath her, her hand gently teasing her own folds, as her flashing tongue kept Andra rising ever higher in orgasm.

Andra's breath started coming in rapid gasps, and she pushed Emily away, unable to endure any more. Emily smiled, her face covered in Andra's wetness, and she crawled sensually over the other woman's body to kiss her.

Their lips met, and after a few moments of passionate tongue wrangling, Andra started to lap her own juices from Emily's face with a sexy, amused growl.

The image froze, and a very confused Clarence, his mouth hanging wide open, turned back to his supervisor. "But... but..."

"Accomplished your mission, have you? It certainly doesn't look like it to me. Clarence, it is absolutely critical that this woman get over her disdain for men. She is going to be important later, and if she gives up on men, she's not going to do what she's supposed to do. This Alan is the only one who can convince her to change her mind," Lellor lectured.

"But I... It had to have hit -- it just had to," Clarence stammered.

Lellor groaned dramatically, and gestured to the cloud viewport again. When Clarence turned back, the image started moving backward, like a videocassette rewinding.

Clarence saw Emily and Andra touching, kissing, and lapping each other in reverse, obviously for quite some time. They then rose and walked backwards out of Andra's bedroom, clothing leaping up from the floor into their hands and sliding back onto their bodies.

The pair walked to the door, where a long passionate kiss lasted for several moments. The two women then backed out the door. The scene rewound to a cab ride, and then to a bar. Inside the bar, there were absolutely no men, only women. Clarence watched the steadily building desire in both women's eyes in reverse, until they walked backwards out of the club to a cab.

Finally, the scene reached the moment when Clarence fired his arrow. Lellor froze it at the last moment, showing the arrow protruding not from Andra, but instead from Emily's right breast.

"Oh no," Clarence moaned, covering his face in his hands.

"To say the least," Lellor responded. "I have no idea what the boss was thinking when he assigned you to the A-team for this, but far be it from me to question him. I'm not going to tell him how to do his job, but I'm certainly going to do mine, and make sure you do yours."

Lellor stood up, walking briskly around the puffy bank of clouds he used as a desk to stand over Clarence. "I'm giving you one last chance, Clarence. I swear to you, if you fail this time, I'll put you in charge of zoo pandas."

Walking back around to his desk, Lellor muttered, "Heaven knows that nobody will notice if you miss most of the time with those pandas. The silly humans counteract most of our arrows anyway. They're constantly watching the poor animals all the time, shoving thermometers into them just as they're getting in the mood, and showing them films of the two homeliest pandas on the planet mating. Then they have the nerve to wonder why they aren't getting baby pandas. I swear humans are helpless sometimes."

Sitting back down, Lellor waved his hand impatiently, "Now, get out of my office, Clarence. The next time I see you, it will either to be to admit I'm wrong, and you're not the most worthless excuse for a cupid ever to pick up a bow, or to put you on panda duty."

"Y-yes sir!" Clarence flew quickly back through the opening, on his way to the armory to pick up a fresh stock of arrows.

"I swear the Almighty was in the same sort of humorous mood when he made Clarence as the day he dreamed up the platypus," Lellor muttered, waving a hand to close the opening Clarence had just sped through.

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Andra woke up, and it only took a moment for her to realize that what she remembered wasn't just a dream. Emily lying nude next to her was certainly confirmation that every breathless moment had been very real.

Shivering a little, Andra snuggled back into the bedclothes, barely able to remember the whirlwind of emotions that led up to this moment. One second, Emily was pushing her back into the office. The next, their eyes locked and Andra couldn't think of anyone, or anything else.

The police had dealt with David, and the office returned to normal, but Andra and Emily both found they couldn't stay away from each other, or get much done. With nothing pressing going on, they'd left early to go have that drink.

When they'd walked into the bar, and Andra realized there wasn't a single man in the place, she was a little surprised. The glances from the other patrons revealed that the establishment was obviously a hangout for lesbians.

Emily had mentioned that it was the perfect place to have a girl's night out, and Andra could hardly disagree. After a few drinks, Emily had convinced her to get out on the dance floor. A little tipsy, and getting turned on by the provocatively dressed women around them, their dancing had become more than a little indecent.

The next thing Andra knew, they were in a cab on the way back to her place, tearing off each other's clothing, and falling into bed.

Looking over at the clock, Andra realized she was running late. "Oh no," she groaned, getting up reluctantly.

Emily stretched and sleepily muttered, "What?"

"It's already seven o'clock. We're going to have to hurry or everybody will be standing outside waiting for one of us to open up the headquarters," Andra explained, going to her closet to select some clothing.

Climbing out of bed as well, Emily suggestively said, "We could share a shower -- that would speed things up."

Looking over at Emily stretching her nude body and yawning, Andra felt wetness gathering between her legs. "I don't think that's going to get us out of here any quicker -- or at all."

Emily pouted, but then laughed and said, "You're right. We'll just have to wait until tonight. There is going to be a tonight, isn't there?"

Andra shivered and said, "Oh, god yes."

"Mmm, get in the shower then, and don't use all the hot water. Can I see if you have something I can borrow to wear?"

"Go ahead, I'll know where to find it tonight," Andra replied walking into the bathroom.

"Lying on the floor, right where our clothes from last night are," Emily laughed.

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Alan woke up, a vision of the beautiful redhead from the day before still drifting through his mind, an echo of the dream from which he'd just awakened.

Shaking his head and laughing, Alan got out of bed, heading for the shower. I haven't been this silly over a woman since I was in high school. I must be out of my mind.

Alan jumped into the shower, anxious to be back at Kline campaign headquarters as quickly as possible.

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Clarence flew in behind the two women as they entered the building, having already checked on Alan and found him coming here of his own accord. He sighed when they ducked behind a partition for a quick kiss, before going to their work for the day.

Maybe they're all right. If I don't get it right this time, I'm going to go turn myself in for panda duty, no questions asked. I am a miserable excuse for a cupid. Maybe I should just turn in my bow and retire.

Sighing again, Clarence settled in atop a cabinet, knocking an arrow and sitting with slumped shoulders and drooping wings, waiting for Alan to arrive.

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Pointing through the cracked doorway of her office, Andra asked Emily, "Who's that?"

Looking out the door, Emily smiled and said, "Oh, Dreamy? He's a writer, and he wanted to know more about how things worked around here for something he's writing. He volunteered to help out while he looked around, and I wasn't going to turn that down. Besides, he's handsome, and he helped get that creep David out of here yesterday."

"You can have him, he's male," Andra responded, blowing a raspberry. "You won't run off and leave me all alone, will you?"

A concerned look crossed Emily's face. "Oh, Andra, it doesn't bother you, does it? I mean..."

Andra laughed and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "No, it doesn't bother me. We're not dating or anything, are we?"

"Just having fun -- friends with benefits?" Emily asked.

Andra nodded and twitched her eyebrows. "Wonderful benefits, I might add."

Leaning in, Emily whispered, "Don't worry; no man is going to keep me away from you. It's been too long since I was with a woman I really liked. Especially one who can make me come as hard as you did."

Emily then walked over toward the door, "I'll introduce you. He should meet the captain of the ship if he's going to be helping out around here."

Waving to Alan, Emily gestured for him to come in the office.

Alan's heart skipped a beat. If that was the redhead's office, he might be getting his chance to talk to her sooner than expected. With a nod and a wide smile, he walked briskly toward the door.

Clarence leapt from his perch. Last chance, Clarence, he thought, Make it count!

Flying into the room, he quickly took aim. They were both here, within a few feet of each other. Since his arrow had already hit Alan, the proximity of Andra being struck as well should start the magic working immediately, and without chance for failure.

He just had to hit his target.

Praying with all his might, Clarence took steady aim, using the tip of his nose as an additional sight to center in on Andra. Taking one last breath, he released the arrow.

As soon as the arrow left his bow, Clarence closed his eyes. Without a reference to his surroundings, his flapping wings caused him to drift upward...

Right into the ceiling fan.

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Lellor groaned and slapped his forehead hard. Turning to another of his cupids, he said, "Go fetch him, and send somebody to tell Belisse he's been promoted out of panda duty."

"Hang on a minute, Lellor. Look again," sounded a voice from somewhere above.

"I... Yes, Sir," Lellor responded, looking over at the viewing portal again. What he saw caused him to chuckle in surprise. Looking up, he said, "How did you know, Sir?"

"He works in strange ways, and it doesn't get any stranger than this," the voice responded.

Turning back to the cupid at his side, Lellor amended his orders. "Fetch Clarence back up here, but it looks like Belisse is stuck with the pandas for a while longer."

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Clarence awoke, groaning and rubbing his sore nose, which had taken the brunt of the blow from the ceiling fan. The first thing he realized was that he was back above. Sighing, he sat up and tried to prepare himself for an eternity of trying to counteract the misguided attempts of humans to bring pandas together.

Then he noticed something else.

Looking around, Clarence realized he didn't see the end of his nose. No matter how he turned his head, he couldn't see the proboscis, which had dominated his vision as long as he could remember.

Something moved in his peripheral vision. Turning to the other cupid, Clarence laughed and exclaimed, "Peripheral vision! I have peripheral vision!" He then started dancing about on the cloud.

"Uhm, yeah. Lellor wants to see you, Clarence," the other cupid said, looking at Clarence with an expression that spoke more than slightly of worry.

Clarence stopped in his tracks, his wings drooping. Peripheral vision or not, now he had to face Lellor and the pandas. Nodding, he followed his fellow cupid, who opened Lellor's office doorway, and then flew away shaking his head.

Summoning up his dignity, Clarence flew into the office.

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Eighteen years later...

Andra put down the final pen as she finished signing the document in front of her. The room broke out into applause and cheers, as the Domestic Partners Bill of Rights became law.

Standing behind her, Emily and Alan both smiled back when she turned to look at them with her beatific grin. George stood nearby as well, applauding and smiling. As the sponsor of the bill in the Senate, this was as much his moment as it was hers.

Laughter erupted from amongst the members of the press. Andra and the others turned toward the source of the laughter to see one of the First Daughters rolling in the grass with the First Puppy. The scruffy looking little animal, with a moon shaped patch of white over one eye, leapt up and ran across the lawn. Pamela quickly followed, panting secret service men hot on her heels.

Standing up and kissing first Alan, and then Emily, Andra turned back to the assembled members of the press in the Rose Garden to deliver her speech.

The clouds swirled, revealing Clarence being honored -- once again -- as cupid of the month. He stood tall and proud, but with just enough humility so as not to appear arrogant.

Waving a hand, the salt-and-pepper haired man brought a cigar to his lips, chomping down on it and saying, "I love it when a plan comes together."

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Last Chance



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the introduction to the story of Xena and Gabrielle immediately following "A Friend In Need". It is extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot.

Also, I'd like to note that I do not own Xena: Warrior Princess, the series, or the characters and I will not be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.

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Gabrielle's Introduction :::

Gabrielle held the golden urn containing Xena's ashes to her chest. Xena was gone. Really gone this time. And there was no bringing her back. She had brought her back for a moment, but only for one sweet kiss. Their last kiss, and then Xena had to go again. Xena had to pay the ultimate price for all her past crimes. And that price had been death.

Gabrielle cried. She missed her best friend, her Love. Her heart felt as though it had been torn from her chest. In truth, it had. Without Xena, what was left? There was Eve. She had to go home and tell Eve the sad news about her mother. Eve was now a young woman with a life of her own. Even Eve no longer needed Gabrielle. As sad as she felt that night, Gabrielle could have tossed herself over the side of the ship, where pain would become nothing but oblivion. But she could not. She had promised Xena she would go on. And go on, she must.

But how? How without Xena? They had been One. For so long now she had been at Xena's side, and they had shared so much together. Not just their love, but their very lives. Gabrielle had no clue how to move forward without Xena.

Tears ran from Gabrielle's sorrowful green eyes. They fell onto the golden urn and mingled with Xena's ashes. "Xena, you can't be gone... you just can't be. I need you so," Gabrielle sobbed as she cried. "I need you, Xena. Can't you see?"

"Come back to me... ohhhh please come back," Gabrielle begged. She prayed to the Gods and even to The One God whom Eve and Eli had so faithly believed in. She prayed to whoever would listen. "Bring Xena back to me... please bring her back."

"I'll do anything... Anything! I'll suffer through any sort of Hell,

just bring Xena and I back together. Ohhhh please take all of this away,"

Gabrielle prayed, putting her full heart and soul into the prayer. And she meant every word. She would suffer any fate, as long as it brought her best friend and her Love back to her.

If only Xena had not become so evil. If only she had met Xena before she had killed so many. Perhaps she could have saved Xena from that ultimate fate.

But no... it was too late. Too late. Sad tears continued to fall as a harsh wind blew the ship to and fro.

Gabrielle fell upon her bunk, crying herself, still clutching the urn against. It was her last connection to Xena. The only thing tangable of the one she had loved. Merciful sleep come to take the grieving and exhausted woman into its embrace. But Gabrielle would never be prepared for the life ahead of her when she would awaken...

When Gabrielle awakened, she was in a strange, dark place. It was cold and damp here, and she was laying on the stone ground. She sat up and found the urn no where to be found. She searched for it frantically, but it was as if the precious container holding Xena's ashes had just vanished. Then Gabrielle realized she was wearing a dress which was virtually rags and locked in a small cell. "Gods, what is going on?" she gasped. She was no longer on the ship,

but where was she? This had to be a dream!

"Let me out of here! Please!" Gabrielle called out, beating against the metal bars. After a moment, a guard appeared and he growled something to her in another language. Gabrielle had no idea what he said, but it didn't sound nice.

He unlocked the bars and jerked Gabrielle out by her hair. He yelled something at her and gave her a sharp slap on the cheek. Tears filled Gabrielle's eyes, but she didn't cry. Although she was scared out of her mind and didn't know her fate, she tried her best not to show it. She and her younger sister Lila had been captured by slave traders just before she had met Xena and she found that being quiet and trying her best not to dissolve into tears had kept her captors from excessive violence. Xena had saved her, Lila,

and the others that day, but sadly Gabrielle knew there would be no Xena to protect her now. She had to get out of this mess on her own.

"Gabrielle, help me!" a voice cried out, and Gabrielle's eyes widened, seeing her little sister Lila. But how could that be? Lila had died many years earlier. This just couldn't be happening... It had to be a dream.

*Please let me wake up,* Gabrielle thought, but it didn't happen. The hateful guard drug Gabrielle along by her hair to the place where the other slave women were being loaded into a wagon.

*Hasn't this all happened before?* Gabrielle thought to herself, but something was different now. Everything was different, but Gabrielle wasn't quite comprehend what had changed. Yes, she and Lila had been taken as slaves before but that had been near Potedia, and this most definitely wasn't Poteidia.

They were in a strange land, and Gabrielle could not understand the language.

The slave women were smacked with a whip until they had all loaded onto the wagon. Many were naked and crying. Immediately, Gabrielle reached for her little sister, holding her tight. "Did they hurt you, Lila?" Gabrielle asked,

kissing her sister's long dark hair.

"No... but I am scared. What are they gonna do us?" Lila cried. "I want mother."

As Gabrielle looked into her sister's eyes, she saw youth and innocence there. When Lila had died, she had been married with a grown child of her own.

Now Lila was young again. Very young. A girl on the verge of womanhood. How could this be? Had Gabrielle somehow gone back in time? Was this just a dream?

*Gods, why can't I wake up?* Gabrielle thought as she tried her best to comfort her younger sister.

She stroked Lila's hair and wiped away her hot tears. "It's okay, sis. I won't let anything happen to you," promised Gabrielle. She hoped it was true and she could keep that promise. If anything happened to Lila, she wouldn't be able to bear it. She loved her with every ounce of her heart.

"They are gonna sell us... I know they are. I'm scared, Gabby. What if I never see you again?" sobbed Lila as more tears fell.

Gabrielle felt sick inside. They were slaves now and totally helpless. This wouldn't be good. And Lila was probably right. They would probably sold this day. She could only pray that they would be sold together and that their fate wouldn't be as cruel as they feared.

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Last Chance?



He followed the winding country road through the woods and tried to steer while checking the directions he had scribbled on a napkin. His heart was racing as his car kicked up dust on the deserted road.

He knew what he was going to do would leave him with some feelings of guilt but at this point he didn't care. He wanted this too badly.

He drove faster as he passed the occasional clearing, eager to get to his destination. It had been a hot summer day but as the sun was just beginning to set, storm clouds had rolled in. There was a charge to the air and the distant rumble of thunder somehow added to his excitement.

Finally, he rounded a bend in the road and found what he was looking for. He let his car roll to a stop in front of a small lake. The road ended here and it was obvious no one had been here in quite some time... no one except him and her.

He pulled his car up next to hers and killed the engine. As he stepped out, he realized she had picked a perfect spot. They were parked in a little clearing by the lake and dense trees surrounded them on all sides.

Above them, the sky was a beautiful shade of red but the horizon was slowly being invaded by menacing black clouds. The temperature had already dropped several degrees and the cool breeze from the approaching storm felt good as it blew through the trees.

Then he saw her. It was like something out of a movie. Her every movement seemed to be in slow motion. Time seemed to stand still as she got out of her car.

The door opened slowly and one long, sexy leg peeked out, followed by the other. He watched her slowly reveal herself, his eyes trailing a path from her ankles up every sultry inch of her body.

Finally, she stood with one hand on her open car door and stared at him. Neither of them spoke. Their eyes met and were locked. The attraction between them was tangible. There was a physical pull between their bodies and it was all they could do not to give in and move too fast.

Instead, they savored the moment. He moved around the front of his car to stand near her. Again, not speaking, she stepped closer until she was only inches from him. Her sweet perfume filled his lungs and he felt that old, familiar feeling stirring deep inside him.

No one had ever filled him with such raw lust. His heart belonged to someone else now but when it came to pure, unadulterated sex appeal, no one held a candle to the woman standing in front of him right now.

He still thought about the times they had together... how wild she was... how wild she made him. God, he loved to make her moan and scream! But now there was only silence.

Thunder rumbled closer now and the occasional distant flash of lightning cast shadows flickering across the clearing. The moments between thunderclaps were so quiet, he could hear her breathing... it was short and quick... she was excited too. He could tell she wanted him. The hunger was in her eyes.

He couldn't stand it anymore and put one hand on her waist, pulling her to him, the other hand on her back, holding her close. He kissed her... a passionate, desperate kiss that took her breath away. She held him tighter and their bodes pressed together, remembering where they belonged.

Their kisses were intense. Their tongues meeting and peaking their desire as they drank each other in.

His jeans could not hold back the growing bulge that she could clearly feel through her thin summer dress. She tugged at his form-fitting t-shirt as his hands found her ass and puller her hips to his.

A soft moan escaped her lips. Her chest was pressed against him, pushing her gorgeous breasts up so that they threatened to burst out of the low-cut top of her dress.

They had come for the one thing their loves could not give them... the best sex of their lives. They both had someone else in their lives but tonight they belonged only to each other.

The thought that this could be the last time they held each other, the last time they took each other's breath away, the last time they experienced that rush that only they brought to each other only made the moment that much more intense.

Their breathing became raspy, quickened... they gasped for breath between kisses, their hands exploring the familiar curves of each other's bodies. He sucked in her lower lip and lingered there nibbling while he ran his fingers through her hair.

His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. He thought he could actually feel the rush of blood through his body. Her cheeks had become flushed and he could feel her heart beating as she pressed closer against him.

He kissed his way down her now rosy cheeks to her neck and nibbled and kissed her smooth skin. She moaned again and tried to move closer but there was no space left between them.

He moved to her collar and his kisses became more intense. His hand slid up her ribcage and cupped her breast... squeezing firmly but caringly.

"Mmmm...", he moaned into her neck. Her nipples were already erect and pressing against her dress. She had decided to leave her bra at home... she didn't want any more obstacles between their bodies than absolutely necessary.

His thumb found her nipple in desperate need of attention and began circling over it slowly... working it until it was fully swollen and sensitive. His mouth moved dow to the opening in her dress and he lovingly kissed her cleavage.

My God, she had an amazing body! She sent him pictures once... to remind him of the good times. He remembered thinking then that his memories of her had not done her justice. But now, standing there with her, holding her, even the pictures were not enough to prepare him. She was still shockingly stunning!

Her head was hanging back, her eyes closed, her mind on his every touch. He reached around to the back of her dress and slowly lowered the zipper. The fabric at her shoulders slackened and he took a half step back.

She lowered her eyes to meet his and with an intense stare, licked her lips and slowly lowered the top of her dress, one shoulder at a time. She held the fabric in front of her breasts as the top dropped and sagged, hanging on her arms. He held his breath as she lowered the top of her dress a few inches to reveal her chest.

He instantly flashed back to that first night in his apartment when he had finally held her, massaging lotion into her skin; feeling those beautiful breasts for the first time.

Now, she stood there, barefoot, her summer dress blowing in the strengthening breeze, the top of her dress hanging just below her chest; running her hands over her own body. Her nipples stood out begging to be sucked. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. The fading light cast a beautiful shade of red and violet over her body.

He tried to make the image last... tried to make sure he would remember every detail later. He knew it was impossible, but he tried.

She closed the gap between them again and he could feel her breath on his neck. The heat of the day was gone and there was a cool chill to the air from the storm that was almost upon them, yet there was an intense heat between their bodies.

His hands found her shoulders and slowly, painfully slowly, moved down her chest until he cupped her breasts. God, he missed them! She stood up on her toes and pulled him down to kiss her. Their kisses were even more intense and somehow reflected the building tension between them.

His hands were massaging her, his palms rolling over her nipples; stopping occasionally to pinch them, taking her breath away. He was so hard he felt like his jeans would not be able to contain him. She felt it too.

She moved her hands to the front of his jeans and this time it was his zipper that fell. She held the top of his pants open with one hand and slowly lowered the other, running her palm against his stomach until she wrapped her hand around it.

"Oooh!", she moaned into his mouth. He remembered how pleasantly surprised she seemed the first time she had felt him this way and wondered if she was flashing back to the times she had had with him.

She began slowly pumping his hard cock but there was no need for encouragement. He had been waiting for another chance with her for what seemed like an eternity and he was more than ready for her.

Lightning struck only a few miles away and thunder roared in the sky. Suddenly, it was like there was a new lever of intensity between them! The wild, unbridled side of them was suddenly awakened and the time for tenderness passed in the blink of an eye.

As the first, scattered drops of rain fell, they began exploring each other with renewed energy... felling almost animalistic in their need for each other. He loved that she brought out this side of him like no one else and he planned on showing her how much he liked it!

She seemed to need and want him just as badly and pulled his shirt hastily over his head. He was in slightly better shape than the last time they had been together and her kisses were ravenous on his chest.

She worked her mouth over his stomach moving down his body, pumping him with her hand the whole time. When she reached his jeans she stopped suddenly and quickly pulled his pants to his ankles. His boxers snagged momentarily on his erect cock before it sprang free and stood ready only inches from her face.

She looked at it for a moment as raindrops fell lightly on his now naked body. Then, without warning, she pushed him back against the side of his car, dropped to her knees and hungrily took him in her mouth.

She wasted no time and took him as deep as she could. He tossed his head back and moaned as the warmth of her mouth took him in. His hands instinctively went to her hair and pulled it back so he could see. He loved the sight of her soft, sexy lips wrapped around his dick. God, she was good!

She pulled away until just his head was between her pursed lips and then dove back down on him until he felt the back of her throat. Then she released him completely and began licking the entire length of his shaft firmly. 

She had her hands on his thighs and the cool metal of his car on his ass and the rain on his skin were in sharp contrast to the growing heat of her mouth.

She licked every swollen inch of him from top to bottom and back... swirling her tongue around his sensitive head, driving him wild. And then she would take him deep in her mouth and suck hard, causing him to swell even more.

She felt so good his head was spinning and it as all he could do to keep from pulling her up and burying his dick deep inside her. But first, he wanted her to be as close to her peak as possible.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet, kissing her and pulling her against him. Her bare chest touched his and their deep breaths sent their chests heaving together.

His cock pressed against the thin fabric of her dress and she stood on her toes to grind her hips against his.

As he kissed her, he turned her around and lifted her so she sat on the hood of the car. He stood between her legs as they kissed and caressed each other hungrily.

The rain started to pick up and was no longer the light mist it had been. Intermittent drops fell all around them. The lake came alive with ripples from the falling rain and the trees created a growing rushing sound as the storm grew closer.

The wind was picking up and could no longer be called a breeze. Her hair was being gently blown around and he was again struck by her beauty. He couldn't hold back any more as the sexual hunger inside him was ready to boil over.

He dove into her tits again... licking, kissing, nibbling, even biting them while his hands kneaded the soft flesh like dough. The tenderness was gone, his desire taking over.

She didn't seem to mind and in fact, she seemed to welcome the change. She seemed just as desperate to lose control and feel that wild passion that was their trademark.

He had her nipples swollen and pink and she was breathing heavily. He knew it was time... he wanted to taste her!

He dropped quickly to his knees and lifted her dress to reveal that she also hadn't worn any panties tonight! He licked his lips and began devouring her inner thighs. He could see she was already glistening with wet anticipation and he longed to taste her sweet juices again. H e moved closer and let his warm breath fall on her sweet pussy. She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him hard against her.

His tongue dove as deep as he could reach and he licked her like he would never get the chance again. She moaned loudly. He loved how vocal she became when he gave her what she wanted!

"Oh, God... lick me!", she screamed.

The sun was shining its last rays as clouds took over the entire sky. The trees were whipped into a frenzy by the wind and as she lay on her back and looked up at them, his tongue bathed her pussy in licks and nibbles that drove her wild.

He moved up to her clit and pulled it between his lips, coaxing it out, preparing it for the attention he was about to give it. She grunted again as he slipped a finger into her. He could feel her heat as she wet his finger.

His tongue circled her clit and then flicked it lightly as his finger found her g-spot. She bucked wildly and arched her back as he stroked her most sensitive places.

His other hand worked her breast and pinched and twisted her nipple lightly. She placed her hand on his and helped him massage her tit.

"Aaah, God, Yes! Don't stop!"

He was giving her what she came for!

She threw her legs over his shoulders and squeezed his head between her thighs. She arched her back and lifted her ass off the hood of the car as she felt the tension build inside her.

He held her ass up and continued licking her lips and clit while his finger worked her into a frenzy. She was gasping for breath and moaning... then he felt her clamp down and she screamed.

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming!"

She squealed and bucked against his mouth as he continued to licke her, helping her orgasm last.

"Aaah, fuck! Aaah, fuck!", she gasped over and over. Her screamed echoed across the water as she tensed one last time and then lowered herself panting onto the car.

Most women would need a break at this point before they could move any further. But her desire was unquenchable and she pulled the dress that was bunched at her hips completely off and lay on the hood of the car naked... glimmering with the rain that had covered her body, and dripping wet from her orgasm.

She gave him a familiar look and he knew it was time... he knew she wanted him deep inside her. He knew he was going to make her cum and cum and cum! They were going to have the fuck of their lives and no one would ever know!

The sky above them was dark now and he stood beside his car, taking in the sight of her naked body sprawled on the hood... waiting for him to go to her. Lightning was flashing often and lit up the clearing casting shadows over her gorgeous curves.

The thunder was loud and filled the sky with every bright flash of lightning. What had been a light drizzle was now a full-on rain shower and drops that were lucky enough to fall on her skin spattered over her waiting body.

Her hair was becoming wet and she smoothed it back slowly, licking her lips and the rain wet her face. He stood there, admiring the sight and savoring the thought that he was about to have her again.

He was about to give her the fucking that no one else had been able to... or would ever be able to. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth and she noticed.

She looked straight into his eyes and half-whispered-half-growled, "Fuck me!"

That was all the encouragement he needed. He stepped quickly up to the side of the car, lifted her ankles to his shoulders, wrapped his hand around his swollen cock, and guided it to her sweet pussy.

She was dripping with anticipation and he knew he would slide into her tight pussy easily. He pushed his hips forward slightly and wedged his thick, swollen head into her.

She gasped and bit her lip... she wanted it all. Without warning, he thrust forward and buried his dick deep inside her until his balls rested against her ass.

She screamed out in pleasure and he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. He held her thighs against him as he stood beside the car and held his dick deep inside her hot pussy. She held the edge of the hood and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

The rain fell hard on their naked bodies as he started puling out of her slowly, stopping to leave just his head inside her and then forcing himself back into her quickly. Every few strokes, he would pull out completely and then ram back into her waiting pussy.

He could feel her stretching to accommodate him and he loved knowing that she wasn't used to a dick this big. She was gasping with every thrust and grinding her teeth. Her hips rocked up and down as she raised and lowered her ass to the rhythm of his cock entering her.

He leaned forward so her knees were only inches from her chest and he could drive another inch deeper. His hands left her hips and clamped down on her swollen tits as he fucked her there in the dark, the rain falling on his back.

His dick dove deeper with every thrust and she lost track of where he ended and she began. The last time she felt that full was when she left her roommate to fuck him in the middle of the night. She loved the feeling and didn't ever want it to end.

But just then he pulled out of her suddenly and her ass lifted as he pulled his cock out of her... her pussy not wanting to let go.

He stood up and took her by the hands, puller her off the car. She stood in front of him and he kissed her deep. Their wet bodies met once again and she raised one leg over his hip. He bent his knees slightly, lowering himself beneath her and then raised up until his dick slid back inside her.

She broke their kiss to moan in pleasure. He lifted her other leg and she hopped up onto his dick. His hands found her ass and helped her bounce on him... suspended in air on his dick, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

He walked back over to the car and pinned her against the passenger window. He started fucking her hard against the car while she held on, her arms and legs wrapped around him.

He grunted with every thrust, bouncing her on his cock, feeling her weight on him as he fucked her like he had dreamt of fucking her for years. Her tits bounced in his face as the rain ran down her beautiful cleavage.

"Fuck me from behind!" she screamed. She loved being loud with him and it turned him on. "Fuck me from behind! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like I love to be fucked!"

He let her down and she quickly go to her hands and knees in the cool, wet grass. She spread her legs slightly and dipped her head and shoulders, arching her back so her ass stuck out for him invitingly and her clean-shaven pussy glistened beneath her.


He dropped to his knees behind her and put two fingers in her wet pussy.

"Is this where you want my dick?" he asked, teasing her. He worked his fingers inside her... he had stretched her out nicely.

"Fuck, yeah! Put that big cock in my pussy! Fuck me hard, you know you won't hurt me!"

He smiled and pulled his fingers out... got a firm grip on her hips and pulled himself up to her waiting cunt.

"Give it to me!" she yelled.

Lightning flashed again lighting up the whole clearing and just as the thunder cracked through the sky, he drove his cock into her and began fucking her savagely.

Her ass was banging against him as he rammed his big dick into her. Her tits swayed beneath her as he pounded her again and again.

"Fuck... Yes... Fuck... Yes!!!" she screamed to the rhythm of his cock fucking her pussy hard.

He reached around and pinched her nipples... they were swollen and erect from the cold and her arousal. He clamped down hard on one increasing the exciting blend of pleasure and pain she was feeling.




Last Chance?



She was pushing back with every thrust now, her pussy pounding back into his cock every time he came rushing forward.

"God, I love that sound!" she yelled as her ass popped against his abs again and again.

His hand left her tits and found her clit as he reached around to tease it's swollen nub. His other hand still held her hip tightly. His fingers worked her clit quickly while his dick throbbed inside her.

"Oh, God... just like that!" she screamed.

He could tell she was getting close again. He loved giving her multiple orgasms and prided himself on the nights he had spent making her cum again and again.

He sped up his rhythm and rocked his hips forward, giving her his full length, helping her over the edge. Her breathing was loud and moans came without her realizing it. She got gouder with every thrust and he could feel her getting tighter around him.

"That's it! Cum for me!" he told her. "Cum all over my dick!"

That was all she needed. She loved when he talked dirty and she came with a force she hardly ever felt. Her body quivered as the waves of pleasure rushed over her.

She couldn't form words but instead let out and animal-like growl and stretched her arms out wide in front of her, clenching handfuls of grass.

"Ooooooohhh!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!"

But he didn't stop fucking her... he kept on giving it to her... giving her wave after intense wave... watching her body tense and shudder as she came. Then her hands relaxed and she fought to catch her breath. He pulled out of her and sat back to watch her regain her senses.

He thought she would surely need a break now but she looked back over her shoulder at him and her eyes narrowed.

"It's time for you to cum." She said ominously.

The rain was a full-on downpour now and she looked like something out of a dream as she crawled toward him on all fours, her wet hair hanging down over her back and the rain splashing off of her back and ass.

All he could do was sit and stare as this woman, the sexiest woman he had ever known crawled seductively toward him... a hunger in her eyes.

She reached him and pounced... pushing him onto his back between their cars. She crawled on top of him and straddled his waist, her pussy hovering over his throbbing, twitching cock. She let her weight rest on him and he felt her dripping pussy grinding against his swollen member.

She bent down and looked him straight in the eyes. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. Now it's my turn to make you cum!"

And with that, she rocked forward and then lowered herself onto him, taking every inch of his dick in one motion. She wasted no time and started fucking and grinding her pussy into him like a mad woman.

She bounced up and down on his dick and her eyes rolled back in her head as she bit her lip and loved the feeling of his dick so deep inside her. This was his favorite position. She was so tight around him. He could reach so deep inside her. Her tits bounced inches above his face as she tossed her head back in ecstacy.

It was too much for him and he could feel the pressure building. "Oooh, I'm close!" he grunted. She started bucking and grinding even more. She was fucking him for all she was worth.

"Hold my hips..." she gasped. His hands gripped her hips tight and guided her back and forth, up and down on his dick. His cock swelled even more inside her, stretching her like she had never felt.

"Ohh, God!" she screamed. "Fuuuckk Meee!!! I'm gonna cum! Cum with me! Cum inside me! Shoot that hot cum deep inside me! Make me yours!" And she started shaking as she clamped down hard on his dick.

This pushed him over the edge and he grunted loudly as he shot load after load of hot cum deep into her pussy. They kept on fucking wildly as their bodies shuddered with uncontrollable spasms from the intensity of their orgasms.

Her pussy was clenched tight around his cock, milking it as it spurted inside her. She had never felt so full in her life and wondered if she ever would again.

He pulled a nipple into his mouth as he held her hips tight and slowed her rocking on his cock until they lay there exhausted and gasping for breath. She lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest as they savored that glorious calm that follows such intense pleasure.

The rain tapered off and fell lightly all around them as the thunder began to slowly fade into the distance. He ran his fingers through her wet hair and felt her breathing deeply but peacefully on top of him.

He wanted the night to last forever but knew that part of the thrill was that it was so fleeting. Soon, they would gather their clothes, get back in their cars, and go home to the ones they loved. But for now, they thought only of the amazing way they seemed to be made for each other sexually and replayed the moments of pure pleasure in their minds... wondering if there would ever be a next time.



Last Chance



William was a young man but his time was running out. In his mid twenties, he didn't have a lot of time to accomplish his mission. His parents and siblings had all died when he was young and subsequent research into his family tree showed that his family was nearly extinct. In fact, he was the last male of his family. He was determined not to be the last of his line. 

He would marry and have children of course, but how many children could his wife agree to have, at most? Only a few. When his bloodline was so close to being ended, that wasn't good enough. In a way he was fortunate. Handsome and highly intelligent, he graduated early from college with a masters degree in biology. Testing himself, he found himself to be a highly fertile male with a high concentration of healthy sperm. Still his 30's were approaching and his fertility would decline. The time was now. 

To prevent the possibility that his spawn could be wiped out in a natural or man made disaster, he traveled the world to keep his seed from being wiped out if they were clustered too closely together. His first stop was Japan, where the women liked Western men and contraceptive usage was low. 

At a Tokyo bar, William met Hitomi, a voluptuous 19 year old woman with beautiful eyes and an excellent waist to hip ratio. He judged her to be ovulating, or close to it, judging by her high voice, low cut top and high skirt and flirtatious manner. Being attracted to him and taught to be submissive from an early age, Hitomi happily went to a hotel with him. William was amazed that he simply told her that he didn't want to use a condom and she quietly consented. 

Knowing that stress was the enemy of conception, William took his time caressing Hitomi's firm feminine body. He stripped her of her tight clothes, amazed at the huge breasts that strained against her bra. Her nipples were erect with excitement, a sign which pleased him. Upon taking off her brasserie, her breasts fell heavily to her chest, her small nipples firm and at attention. 

He lay her on her back and spread her legs wide. Kissing her down from her lips to her genitals, he slowly pulled her pink silk panties from her moist vagina. Its lips were already open, waiting for his seed. He stripped in front of her, letting her see his swollen manhood. A smile crept across her face, obviously thinking of what this exotic cock would feel like in her snatch. 

Climbing on top of Hitomi, his uncovered dick touching the entrance of her vagina, he was surprised when she let out a small gasp and winced in pain. Her hand touched her abdomen low on her left side, not far from her uterus would be. Smiling to himself, William recognized the possibility that Hitomi had just experienced Mittelschmerz, a pain associated with ovulation. 

"Perfect timing," he said to himself as he inserted his dick into her pussy. He slowly pumped her, letting the pleasure hormones slowly overtake her mind and made her forget the sharp pain in her abdomen. Soon Hitomi was softly squealing in pleasure, pleased to have met a charming Western man who treated her with more respect than her Japanese suitors did. 

As William sped up his thrusting, he noticed the sex flush spreading across his exotic baby carrier's body. He increased the rate of his fucking, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he burst his seed into this fertile young woman's body and the first of his seed would being to grow. Wanting to take no chances, William fucked her as hard as his body could move, wanting to give her every drop of his semen to maximize the odds of fertilization.

Inside their bodies, the optimal conditions were present for conception. Both of them being young and highly fertile, their bodies eagerly awaited their mutual orgasm so the new life could be created. Both were natural breeders and their coupling was a sort of evolutionary perfection. 

His thrusting became so frenzied that he needed to hold on to Hitomi's heaving breasts to steady himself. Their orgasms were exquisite, and the powerful contractions of Hitomi's vaginal walls devoured his sperm as quickly as it was ejaculated. Their orgasms continued, feeding off of each other. Feeling his life essence splash inside her caused Hitomi to convulse and her contractions caused William to spurt ever more life into her. 

He collapsed next to her, breathing hard. She lay on her back, gasping for air, her legs still spread wide. They fell asleep, exhausted. Within a half hour, one of William's sperm merged with the newly ovulated ovum, and the fertilized egg made its way to the pretty teenagers uterus for implantation. 

William traveled the world, following the same pattern. Dance clubs and bars were rife with ripe women and his foreign accent and good looks made him very popular. In South Africa, he bred a beautiful black woman named Aboyo who was out looking for a man for the night. Her boyfriend had disappointed her for too long and tonight had been the last straw. She came home from work and he was waiting for her, expecting sex. She gave into him, more to shut him up than out of desire. He left her unsatisfied, having cum nearly the moment he entered her. 

Aboyo left him at home in an angry huff. Bad enough he didn't have a job but he could barely function as a man. At the club, she set her eyes on the sexy young white man, about her age. The naughtiness of cheating on her man with a white stranger was too much and Aboyo was soon in the back of her car. William knelt behind her, fucking her doggy style as he caressed her large black breasts. His sperm quickly over powered the weaker sperm of her boyfriend, which hadn't yet reached her egg. He fertilized Aboyo just in time, as she was at the end of her fertile stage and the egg was soon to be swept out of her. The blastocyst was soon implanted and developing in her uterus. 

William next made a stop in France, where he met a stunning young woman called Marlene in a coffee shop in the south. A gorgeous woman with long dark hair and ample breasts, they discussed history, politics and art before going to a nearby forest. He had told her that he had been sterilized when she asked about birth control. She was glad to hear it, as she well knew the signs of fertility she was showing. William caressed her huge tits through her black, low cut t-shirt. He helped her take off her bra and blue jeans, kissing her neck softly as he pinched her small pink nipples. She laid out a blanket for them and was soon riding on top of him, her breasts flopping and bouncing with every stroke. As with Aboyo and Hitomi, Marlene was soon gasping and groaning as her vagina slurped up his sperm to meet her waiting ovum. 

Several more trips were made: London, Moscow, Rome. Soon William was on his way back to the States, but tragedy occurred. His plane crashed into the Atlantic, leaving no survivors. His last thoughts were happiness that he probably had managed to keep his bloodline alive around the world.

However, this was not to be. Hitomi soon realized that she was pregnant and quickly arrived at her local doctor for an abortion. While birth control is uncommon in Japan, abortion as birth control is common. As she lay on her back on the operating table, the doctor suctioning out the product of conception, Hitomi wondered if she would ever see her Westerner again. 

Aboyo, believing the baby growing inside her to be her boyfriends, was all to happy to terminate the pregnancy and be rid of any connection to her worthless former lover. Too bad the child was not the white man's from the club, she thought as the doctor took the aborted embryo away. She would have gladly kept that child.

Marlene, however, was indifferent to the ending of her pregnancy. The American was nothing to her and neither was the child he had put inside her without her permission. He had been an enjoyable lover but the pregnancy was an inconvenience. Her thoughts were on a totally different subject as she swallowed the abortion pill and was soon waiting as the dead embryo was passed from the safety of her uterus and into her toilet.



Last Chance



She could sense it coming, could feel the intensity build with him. Her hands dug deeply into her thighs, leaving marks that would last for three weeks. The electric thrill seemed to sudden course through his body, leaping through space into her's. His hand darted from his side. He cupped his free hard and using his pumping fist pointed the fat cock straight at it. He began thrusting his hips forward, fucking his hand instead of stroking himself. She couldn't move, couldn't tear her eyes away from his entire form start to push and pull with each thrust. He stared her straight in the eye for a moment, the same eyes that had run up and down her in front of the class so many times. The eyes that dared her to look away, dared to ignore what he was doing to her.

His head rolled back, his jaw slacked open. He seemed to thrust his entire body forward and freeze. The orgasm rushed through him and then spilled into his hand in a violent gush. He started convulsing, his body shaking and shimmering as he milked load after load into his pooling hand. Finally he seemed to collapse, all energy running out of him. His head slowly rose again until his eyes bored straight into Karen's. Without breaking his gaze, he slowly raised his hand up allowing the action to visibly tense up his prime muscles. His fingers approached his face. 

Karen felt her crotch gush, her vagina throw itself open and release the overflowing juices as his tongue darted out, rolled around his fingers for a moment, and draw back into his mouth thickly coated with the white cream. Her shoulders shook violently as everything with her seemed to tremble and demand release at once. The electric sensation ran through her again and again each time his tongue darted out until finally all that remained was a thick strange dangling from his middle finger.

She froze, her loose muscles suddenly contracting again. He wouldn't! some shrieking voice in her mind cried, the last desperate attempts to hold onto the world as it was supposed to be dying as the voice was proven wrong. 

He leaned forward and slowly moved his hand away from him. She watched it in perfect clarity, the rest of the room drowning out into a thick blackness, the only thing living and real the finger dripping with the last drop of cum. The finger, and the eyes behind it. The body of the man erased from her existence; his eyes floating in the black space, ordering her to accept it, knowing resistance was futile. Her mouth sagged open. She felt the firm finger brush against her lower lip leaving behind a sticky feeling spot, then over the teeth and finally onto the tongue. Her mouth snapped shut like Venus Fly Trap, her lips hungrily sucking the finger like a baby milking mother, the tongue rolling against it and pressing into it, terrified by the idea of loosing a single drop of it.

The finger slowly pulled itself out, trailing behind it a thin milky white strange. Karen closed her eyes and licked her lips, feeling the ritual finally completed and the body savoring the offering it provided. She sat frozen. Her body obliterated beyond its senses. She barely registered the fact that Kevin had stood up, collected the money from the railing, and had moved away. Her eyes raised slowly until they were wide open but not seeing anything, only feeling the still hot fluid roll around her tongue.

"Happy bachelorette party," the voice coming as a sweet, private hiss from absolute temptation. Chris' lips an inch away from her ear lobe, her hot breath running down her neck causing the already aching fire to add yet another dimension to it.. Her mind didn't register the hand reaching across and planting itself on her upper tight just below the hem of the skirt. The hand firmly gripped, Karen's scattered mind registering enough to know that if the hand even dared move an inch up her thigh she would melt into an orgasm. 

4

Ring.

The phone broke no one's concentration. 

Ring.

The second time Brad managed to pull himself away from the television to recognize the action. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat, the one that had been lodged there ever since Karen stepped out and the boys came over for the party. He stood up but not a single man in the room turned his head to acknowledge it.

All the better, Brad thought to himself as he walked into the living room and picked up the receiver. He was very pleased with the results so far. It was all going as he had planned, and in some cases even better. The scene was set perfectly and he hoped the phone call would tell him the rest was going to come through.

"Hello," he said.

For a moment all he could hear was a static line of a cheap pay phone and a loud thumping beat of music.

"We're leaving soon," the voice on the other end said.

Brad's smile widened and the lump ran back up from deep inside him. The knot of anticipation nearly buckled his legs and sent him into the floor.

"And how is it going?"

"Everything as we spoke of. She got her dance and now can't really sit still."

"How's the potion working?"

"Seems to be doing the job."

"Wonderful. We'll all be waiting for your arrival. And by the way, Chris, are you having fun."

Across town Chris turned away from the phone and back to the darkened room. She eyed Karen sitting back in the booth. She was trying to laugh and make a joke of it for the others but she could see her beautiful legs open and clothes beneath the table, the way she crossed her arms over her chest so she could secretly caress her nipples. She had waited so long for a night like this with Chris.

"I'm having the time of my life."

Brad hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. He forced himself three long. slow breaths to calm down the raging desire burning inside him. It was all so close, it was all so near. Now it was time to put the last nail in the coffin, the last final act.

He headed towards the kitchen and fixed another round of drinks. He made five drinks, splashing together vodka, tequila, and cranberry juice. He found it was the perfect drink to cover the taste of the last ingredient. Yahalle root, once refined to its liquid form, had a bitter taste of almonds. He poured the fluid in, smiling to himself.

He held the empty vial in his hand for a moment, the distilled process not removing the guttural response it swelled inside him. The instant nostalgia and memory it brought up. The heat of the Amazon, the constant crazy mixture of sounds and sites. The little village in the middle of nothing. And the women...

He didn't have to listen to the live fucking sounds punctuated by an occasional groan from one of his friends to be turned all. He had to do was remember what it felt like to be tied down, what felt like gallons of the boiled root poured down his throat, and the sensation. The feeling that each speck of dirt beneath him had its own individual contour, each one giving him its own unique pleasure. And the feeling of the sex...

His body convulsed a moment as the memory tore through him, pulse the instant rush that is released in the brain when Yahalle root is present in the system. It makes the images of the imagination stand out clearer, makes the dreamer less afraid of the dreams. And the feeling of the sex. His cheeks flushed as the memory of the first one ran through him, the one who had come to him late at night, his rock hard cock poking straight up into the night sky demanding attention. And how she rode him, the wild bucking hips and bouncing breasts, the guttural cries in another language. He had to take them all on, the entire village of women. One by one, sometimes painfully kept at full erection for days with their constant displays and shows put on for him. All orgies, what seemed like hundreds of limbs, vaginas, and tongues swirling around him in a mad daze. The constant sex, the constant pleasure.

But it was all worth it. He had done his task, his release came almost immediately after the last convulsing vagina had snapped around his spouting cock. And he had gotten the root.

The root that had been nothing more than imagination since the dawn of mind, an almost primitative reminder of the Earth's potential. The root that ignited the libido, drove the body nearly insane with wild fantasies previously undreamed of, and the almost limitless endurance it gave to those who took it. He snorted out a short laugh, remembering the night that he had taken on nine women, all leaving satisfied and mystified by the introduction of a totally new possibility of sexuality. 

It was the perfect mixture for his bachelor party.

He grabbed the drinks and walked back into the den. The four men absently grabbed the glasses and started gulping it down. He had stopped counting how many doses he had given them. It had never proven toxic to any animal, no matter the dose. All their eyes were transfixed on the television screen. A slender blonde was being fucked by two men dressed as cops, one in the mouth and one in the pussy. He looked out of the corner of his eyes at all the men, none of whom were really concealing the rubbing of their crotches anymore, especially for Wayne, whom this movie had been chosen for.

Brad had planned the order and content of the films just as closely as he had planned everything else that evening. He knew how to watch people, how to look for those things that others simply passed over. The tiny details that, once accurately observed, and told volumes about the subject. Wayne was the easiest one to please, his fetish for blondes was plastered over every inch of his interests. His work in the law firm caused the stress that could only be relieved at the gym. Not only did it punish his body in the way that his work demanded, it also fed his always raging libido. He loved to watch the women, show off for them and droll as they did the same for him. It wasn't hard to peg Wayne's interests after a view visits with him.

Henry's had been a little more discreet since his was less societal acceptable and available. But, as with anything else, he just needed to be looked at in the right light. All Brad had to do was check his Internet history to pin him down immediately. Searches and sights about barely legal teens, tight pussies, and pleated skirts. Brad had been amused when he put an early Tracy Lords film on just for Henry. The rest had all been blinded by the breaking of such a taboo and secretly delighted in the forbidden desire but Henry could barely contain himself. His large muscles built from his years as a carpenter had pressed his well callused hands deep into his crotch.

As for Tom and Dwight, they both shared a pleasure for any of the group scenes. Which made them perfect for the next step in the plan.

Brad hit the stop button and popped the tape out. Caught in the sudden blue light of the dead screen, all the men had to put on the face of humanity. There was some quick coughing to cover up the heavy breathing bordering on panting. A few adjusted in their seats, trying to free up the pressure of their raging hard-ons in their pants. 

"Great fucking films," Tom said dreamily. The Yahalle root was really taking effect on him, his voice dripping with the near pleading for more and for release.

"Now here comes my favorite," Brad said as he slipped the tape into the VCR.

The image came up quickly and all the men settled back in for another round of the torturous display. Their interests were light up further when a single woman dressed as a cheerleader walked into a steam filled locker room with twelve guys standing in various states of undress.

5

Karen's head kept falling forward on the ride home. Her eyes ran over the blurring lights and fast moving exterior. She felt, different. There wasn't a word for it.

Her mind spun back over the images, trying to find those that were real and those that had only happened in her imagination. The drunk had hit her, but there was something else. The sense of lightness, of hear detachment, of heat and throbbing sensations. Her senses felt almost obliterated by her desire, making memory impossible.

"Did it really happen," she dreamily asked Chris. They were alone in the car, the rest of the girls dispatched with earlier.

"Yes," Chris said with almost a hiss. Her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, making her knuckles white.

Did it really happen, floated through her head. Was it all real. Seeing Principle Trump walking through the door. Chris taking charge and leading them out the back. The dark hallway, light only with the neon of the exit light. Black leather walls. Was that real, or was it something else? Did I imagine it? Did I imagine the door cracked halfway open? Did I really race past it, stopped only by Chris freezing dead in her tracks and going slack jawed? Did I walk back and look to where she was looking? Was he really there? Was it really him? Was that really Kevin down on all fours on the floor. Was that man really saying those things? His large red cock popping in and out of his mouth, his hips grinding in until his public hair tickled the nose. Suck it, yea come on baby you know how to do it you love it when a fat cock stuffs the back of your throat. And was the one behind him really fucking him that hard, his hips wildly bucking against the bare ass? Were those men really in the shadows of the room, each one stroking their exposed cock? Just part of the show. Is that what Chris said?

"Here we are?" The voice broke through her fog.

She was startled to see the car parked in her driveway. The same old house, the same old lights, the same old collection of trinkets that defined it as theirs. As her eyes registered the sight, her tongue instinctively ran around the back of her mouth, still trying to taste the last bit of semen that may still be in there. The house was the normal world, the real world where she was just another college teacher. She wanted one last taste of the night.

"Look, the lights are out and the television is on," Chris said, pointing. Karen followed her eyes to the living room window. The blinds were all closed by the flickering blue color on the sides revealed what was going on inside. Christiana rolled down her window. The car filled with the sounds of the night and a new noise. It was the canned sound of sex. The moans and amplified deep breathing was just audible on the silent street. They heard a brief snicker and some various words from various mouths. "Must be the bachelor party," Chris said with a grin.

"Too bad we have to break it up," Karen said with a sigh, resigning herself more and more to the normal world, trying to force the painful itch out of her hot thighs.

"But just imagine it," Chris said in a lower voice, her tone becoming floating and dreamy. "All those men sitting right in that room, after watching porno's all night. 

"Chris..." Karen gasped, suddenly afraid of where the words were going and the effect they would have on her. Just the flash of image she caught from the beginning words told her that anything more would get the engine running again.

"All those big men sitting there in the dark, all they can see if the fucking on the screen. Imagine those hard cocks straining against those pants."

"Chris, please..." Karen said, not bothering to keep the pleading out of her voice.

"Doesn't that turn you on, after all you saw tonight," Chris said, her voice going from bedroom to laughing demon. She could read it so clearly in Karen's eyes. Her graze was transfixed on the window, her eyes wide. "All those hard cocks just in one room, straining and having no release. All that cum built up on the balls..."

"Oh God!..." Karen gasped.

"Just wanting to get out. Maybe they've been rubbing themselves, imagining. Wanting so badly to run from the room and blow their load all over the bathroom walls."

A heavy pause in the car.

"Or maybe they just couldn't stand it any longer and started doing each other."

The final words sent a long tremble through Karen's body, her legs shivered. Her hand drifted down and touched the bare thigh revealed by the loose skirt. 

"I've always imagined..." Karen said in little more than a whisper, her eyes seeing sights that only existed in the imagination.

"So what do you think. It's your last chance," Chris whispered, the final hand played out. It all rested on the next moment, the question hanging heavy in the air.

She saw the idea register in Karen's mind. She was momentarily blinded by the leap between imagination and reality. She could see it clearly, the ease with which it would happen. All those hot men, she caught her breath again, all those cocks, and the ache in her groin flamed up. It wanted and demanded relief. 

Chris stared at her, reading her face go through the confusion of the decision, the two sides battling and the inhibition quickly loosing as the imaginary image melted her.

"If they've been watching all night," Chris breathlessly whispered, "go put on a show for them."

"Yes," Karen heard herself whisper.

They sneaked in the house. Slowly prying open the door, the two women stepped into the darkness. They moved past the open door to the living room, stopping for a moment to see the total hypnotic pull of the television. Karen sized them all up for a moment, five of them. She could feel the electricity and desire in the room. Her own smile cracked on her lips as resolve washed over her.

The two tip toed up the stairs and into the bathroom. Chris helped her prepare, cracking open some old boxes and crates to find the things she planned to use. Handling each item brought back a rush of old memory and the warm comfort that it was all going to happen again, one last time. They sneaked back downstairs. Karen was the first one who heard the noise as they walked closer to the foot of the stairs. She stopped cold and snapped up her hand behind her, communicating to Christiana that something was amiss. She gingerly walked the rest of the way down the stairs. Slowly she moved towards the half open door that opened into the living room. She hesitantly stuck her head around the corner. 

Her mouth snapped open, the cry of surprise painfully kept in the back of her throat. 

"You got to see this," she said in a breathless whisper, reaching her hand behind her until Chris obediently took it. She gently pulled her up until she was beside her.

"Oh my god," Chris whispered, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

Of course Brad had heard the door, he being the only one who was waiting for it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the two shadows move through the darkness. And like every other part of the evening, he already had the plan. He knew what Chris would be talking to her about, but now it was time to add on the extra fire.

The shadows had safely moved away from them, underneath the grunts and groans coming from the screen and the room he heard feet going up the stairs.

He relaxed back into his seat again, looking around the room one more time.

They were all near the point of insanity where it felt like the body threatened to break and the head ready to explode from the pounding blood. Their breathing sounded like everyone in the room had just run a marathon, the gasping, uncontrolled gulping of air, trying to make it smoothly go down the tense throat. All were hot, hotter than they had ever been, he knew. He had played it perfectly all evening, applying the lessons the Amazons had taught to him about blurring the lines between pleasure and pain until nothing remained but the burning desire without release. Using the tools of the pornography to hammer the erotic signals into their brains. Paying attention to them as they were drawn tighter and tighter, caressing that burning ache with unrelenting images tailored to each individual taste.

All four had long since given up on any sense of self control. He had them locked into the scene, their eyes pried wide open by their own desire, their bodies little more than puppets under his command. He would run it up, higher and higher each time, using those scenes he knew would get to them in their own special way. Bring them just to the point of exploding in their pants without ever touching themselves. And then he would stop it cold, bring the scene back to reality with the smallest of jokes or small talk that shattered them out of their illusion enough to dull the fire. Dull it, not put it out. It helped them regain enough of their senses to gather their composure, to forcefully push back the burning ache of the groin. Sometimes he let the dead times linger, pulling them almost out of the spell and then thrusting them back in again. 




Last Chance



They had finally reached the point of the evening, the time when the body could barely take any more and the mind and soul were entirely consumed with lust. Brad focused in on the screen again, allowing his head to sink back and his eyes to feast on the scene before him. The cheerleader, long since stripped of all clothing, was being carried off into the showers. Within moments three enormous cocks that never belonged to any face on film triply penetrated her. 

Brad's hand seemed to move unconsciously, at least that is how it appeared to the others. His hand fell in his lap, feeling the hot bulge press into his palm. He gently pressed down, feeling the throbbing member immediately respond to the first touch. He released, and pressed down harder. A small groan escaped from his lips. His hand started to move up and down, his fingers forcing their way underneath it so it clearly stood out against his jeans. He didn't bother to restrain himself, didn't bother to consider the other men in the room. His eyes were on the screen, his mind finally granting his body to fulfill its passion. His hand inched up his pants until it fell on his flat, heaving stomach. His head turned slowly, looking at everyone else. He pushed his hand down, his fingers falling under the waistband. He could feel the heat immediately, the begging insistence for anything. As his fingers wrapped around the base, a primal groan escaped his lips. the sound of a man being provided with what he needed, the sense of release and final satisfaction. All the heads in the room turned slightly. Through the evening they had grown used to hearing the private, personal cries of passion stifled behind closed lips. But this time Brad's moan wasn't stifled, wasn't trying to pretend it was anything else. Through that one sound, he validated the feeling of the room. And almost immediately the spell spread.

Dwight was the first to pick up the cue, the first to realize that acceptance had been granted for the unasked question. His hand confidently and openly grabbed his crotch through his jeans. He didn't bother turning his head away from Brad, instead allowing his eyes to fall on the ever thickening bulge in front of the pants. He saw how it squirmed, how the hand made it dance. His own fingers started to mimic the movements of Brad's, his mind wildly imagining that his own cock belonged to Brad, that it was another's cock he was feeling through the pants.

Henry, sitting next to Dwight, caught the change in motions on the couch. He forced his eyes to move from the screen (oh Christ, look at that tight asshole get reamed! Give it to the...) to the source of the motion. He saw it for a fraction of a second then quickly darted his eyes back to the screen. He accepted the change, quickly pushing his hand into his own crotch. The other two seemed to sit there silently for a moment, either unwilling or unable to accept what was going on around them. But it only lasted for a moment, the voices of their better judgment drowned under the flowing root shooting through their brains.

Brad saw it happen, the action and reaction spreading through the room. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his wife, upstairs, getting dressed up just for them. The way her face would look, covered with sweat and cum, as she had orgasm after orgasm. 

His hand was running up and down the base of his penis. Each time he drew his hand up, he gathered a little more of the waist of his jeans, each thrust down pulling them just a little at a time. Without opening his eyes, Brad could feel Dwight's eyes on him, could almost hear the moan as the head of his penis popped out into the room. It throbbed bright red under the flickering of the TV screen, swollen like a mushroom and large enough to make Dwight's mouth go dry with a mental image of the beauty of the rest of it. His free hand reached up and unabashedly popped the top button off his jeans, then his zipper. He pulled back the flaps to reveal the thick cock straining against the cotton briefs barely containing him, the head sticking popping out and sticking to his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw everyone was looking at him, awaiting instructions, waiting to see if it was all right.

His free hand pulled down his underwear, revealing all of his strong cock. He grasped the base with another and started slowly moving his hand up and down. The loud breathing seemed to stop in the room as they all stared at him, amazed and mesmerized by the sight. Dwight was once again the first, fumbling with his buttons, arching his back and sliding his pants down his thighs. His own cock bounced free, shorter but thicker than Brad's. He grasped it and wildly started pounding up and down with abandon, his senses consumed by the three way on the screen and the cock before him. In moments the room was tense and hot again, this time on an animal level. Five men stroked their blood engorged cocks with fury and vigor.

Out of the corner of his eye, Brad saw the shadow move again. He slit his eyes opened and stared straight at the shadow, jerking his cock harder and faster. That's right, look at it because you're getting it all, he thought.

*****

Karen stood mesmerized by it. She had a clear view into the room, a clear view of all the men. She didn't care about the faces, all she saw was the sex. All that energy, all that passion, all that pleasure waiting to be fixated on something, from the looks of it anything. 

Her body swayed, she felt her feet start to move. Any sense of cause and effect, any sensation of sanity or precaution was gone. She wasn't in control any more. She felt her jaw clench and unclench, her hungry tongue run out and run over her lips. Her cotton underwear dug into her sex, tantalizing her, making her fire hotter. Her foot took another step, almost walking into the light.

Christiana's arm shot and grabbed her shoulder. Karen almost had the time to be startled before she was almost violently pulled back. Chris pulled Karen's body into her own, her hands squeezed tightly around the trembling form. She could feel it through the clothes, the hot flesh quivering with the anticipation of a touch, her sex opening and closing like a hungry mouth demanding food, the body ready to submit in any form just to satisfy the desire. Chris' head fell on her shoulder, her lips an inch from her ear. She held her there for a moment, in a white embrace. Karen's own shivered at the touch, at the sudden enveloping of flesh. She unconsciously thrust her chest out against Chris' arms, allowing her nipples to press into the flesh. She felt the embrace tighten, Christiana's breasts pressed firmly up against her back. Karen went up on tip toes, causing her ass to rub against the hot crotch of Christiana.

"Not yet," Chris whispered between pants, her own voice struggling to gain control.

Chris stepped back, not surrendering a single ounce of pressure on the yielding body in her arms. She nearly dragged her back down the hallway, her own head filled with the sounds of male grunts and groans coming from the other room, the sounds of television sex echoing through the house.

Chris stepped into the darkened room, turned and threw Karen into the darkness. Karen stumbled a moment and fell backwards onto the bed. Chris silently shut the door, closing them off in a darkness only broken by the fractured slats of street lights breaking through the blinds. Chris paused in the darkness, allowing herself the moment of enjoyment. She could hear her breathing, hear her body writhe against the bed in the desperate submission. She moved forward, towards the invisible heat.

"Do you know what I want?" She asked the darkness. She heard Karen gasp for breath, the anticipation swelling her body to a state beyond bearable. The question hung in the darkness for a moment, Chris certain that the answer was already spread open on the bed.

"I want to watch."

The words nearly stopped Karen dead. For a moment she seemed to pause, to disappear into the darkness. Then it started again. the new idea growing inside of her, the new turn on discovered and embraced. 

"I want to hide in the closet while all those men out there take their hard cocks and use you. I want to hear you when you cum, I want to smell your sex fill up the room. I want to reach up my skirt and finger myself while you get the fucking of your life."

The words all came out as they were supposed to. Christiana had been hearing them in her head for weeks now, ever since Brad first dared mention the idea to her. She had planned them, mulled them over, soaked them up into skin and masturbated over and over to them, imaging how they would sound in her ears. Imaging how it would set her body on fire. 

The words sounded better than she could have imagined. It immediately sent a stronger sexual pulse down her, one that topped all the others that had ravished her through the night. Her pussy seemed to explode with the words, the puffed lips opening enough to spill out the overflowing juice.

"Yes," she heard Karen whisper, her mind still invaded and consumed with the voyeurism through on top of it all.

*****

They were undoubtedly still going at it as Karen walked out the doorway to the back room. She moved as if she were floating, each object in the hallway suddenly laced with an intense vibration. Everything was clear, everything was set. She swallowed the tight knot in her throat, stopping for a moment before she walked into the light of the room. She watched for a moment, the circle jerk still going on in full force. She noticed that Dwight was sitting next to Brad now on the couch, Brad's head rolled back as his friend's fingers quickly jerked his cock up and down.

She stepped into the light, opened the door all the way, and loudly cleared her throat. She allowed the reaction a moment to happen. The men all went through the ritual played out by cockroaches suddenly caught in an overhead light. They all seemed to freeze for a moment, their minds quickly trying to grasp what the intruder meant to their magical bubble of lust. Immediately a life time of sexual repression kicked in. The four men quickly leaned over, covering up their exposed pricks while trying to put them back into their jeans. She allowed it to go on long enough for them to all hit that fumbling, hopeless point where the mind realizes that it is caught, no two ways about it.

"What have we here?" Karen asked as she sauntered up to the doorway.

Brad smiled widely, slowly pulling up his pants, sliding his hard on back into his underwear but not bother to button up his jeans again. 

The four men all reached the same state of presentable at the same moment. Their cocks were put away, their cheeks ashen with shame, and their eyes slowly rose up from the floor to face the inescapable knowledge that their witness had seen. All their eyes hit her at the same time. All four men's jaws dropped at the same moment as Karen stepped into the flickering light of the screen. Her large breasts were hardly contained by a black top tied at the middle, revealing her midriff and heavy cleavage. A tight skirt cut off a fraction into the thigh, revealing her long muscular legs. The eyes that had a moment before had been watching real and video porn poured over her..

"Uhnn, how's it going Karen?" Wayne fumbled out, his hands still in his crotch trying to straighten himself up.

"Oh, you boys don't have to stop for me," she purred with a hint of schoolgirl innocence and stepped into the room. She sauntered over to Brad and gave him a peck on the cheek. They stared into one another's eyes for a moment and in that instant Karen had all the approval she needed. She stood back up, now a part of the circle of men, folded her arms across her chest pushing her bosom even higher and looked at the television. "My favorite movie," she said to no one in particular.

The collision of thoughts in the men was obvious. This was the bride-to-be but she made it nearly impossible to not view her with any eyes other than lust. 

"Uhhhnnn... How was the girls party?" Tom said with a strange laugh in his voice - that uncomfortable admission of trying to change the subject.

She turned and flipped on the small tableside lamp beside Brad. The pool of light eliminated the dream like quality of the glow of the television.

"Just about as hot as the party you got going on here," she said in a sultry, mocking voice as she bent down at the knees to fetch the remote control off the floor. All the men shifted another piece when Karen's skirt rode up the back of her thigh and revealed just the tiniest bit of the underside of her ass. She stood back up and turned off the television. She sudden silence in the room was punctuated by the deep breathing. "We went out to a gay strip club," she started to saunter around the circle, passing each men and staring each one in the eye. She didn't hide her long loving glances down at their bulging, partially revealed crotches. "and all these beautiful men danced for me, for us. All those hard bodies and hard cocks in front of me but I couldn't touch them. It just got me so hot. And all around us were all these other men, watching with us," she paused, reached down and stroked Tom's cheek with her long fingernails. His face went ash pale and his jaw hung open, his entire being hanging on her every word. She bent down until her lips nearly touched his neck. "They were all jacking off," she said in a whisper loud enough for the entire room to hear. Tom melted into the chair.

"All these cocks all around me," she said as she stood back up and continued to saunter in front of each man. "All those fists just pumping and pumping, some of the men even came right on the bar, right in front of us,"

"It was all so fucking dirty," she snarled, changing the tone of her voice, changing the tone of the room. "And I was so fucking horny. I wanted to touch and suck and fuck everyone one of them. I wanted to be pulled onto the stage and fucked right in front of them, I wanted to bend over one of the dancers and lick his asshole and balls just like all the men in that room wished they could. I wanted to get them all so hot for me, I wanted to make every man in that room burn to touch me."

Her hands rose from her sides, moving up her body until they cupped her large breasts. She pushed them up, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and an excited gasp cascading from her mouth.

"I wanted all those hands on me. I sat there with my little girl friends, the proper little bride-to-be and all I could think about was them watching me on that stage, imagine their eyes as I was bent over a stool and fucked from behind by a stranger. And I imagined that I would drive them all wild with desire, wild enough to make them animals. The entire room becoming a pen for horny dugs, bucking and rearing to stick their cocks in anything. And I imagined them all fucking me, over and over again, cock after cock."

Her last words trailed off into silence, the heavy air nearly crushing the room. Her hands slowly let go of her breast. With her eyes closed, her fingers found the knot holding the thin fabric together. She gently tugged and felt her breasts tumble out of her shirt. A collective gasp spread around the room.

"So how about it guys?" she asked, opening her eyes and staring each of them in the face. "Care to make a fantasy come true for a girl about to get married?"

The four men immediately turned their heads towards Brad. He simply stared back and smiled.

That was all the answer they needed.

The group suddenly came alive, putting their inhibition behind them. The room erupted in movement and noise; almost immediately eight pairs of hands were upon her. Brad sat back and watched as his fiancée was consumed in the tight circle of men; the group becoming nearly savage, looking like dogs fighting over food. 

Wayne stood behind her, reaching around and kneading her big tits, Henry was on his knees staring at the freshly shaved pussy and rubbing the top, making her clit bulge. Tom was leaning in and sucking on her tits while Dwight examined her ass.

"Holy shit!" Dwight exclaimed as his fingers pushed between her ass cheeks. "She's already lubed up back here. Looks like she is ready for anything."

"Christ I'm about to cum," Tom moaned between licks at her nipple.

"No," Karen said forcefully. Her head snapped up, shoving away all other pleasures rippling through her body. "Please cum in my mouth instead. Please feed that fat cock into my mouth and fuck my throat. Please."

She pushed the other men away, sunk to her knees and reached up to Tom's zipper. The rest of the men stood back a little bit, sensing a good show was coming up. Brad stood up and joined the circle around Karen who was struggling with pulling the zipper over Tom's throbbing bulge. She yanked it down and his cock flopped out, pointing straight forward.

"Yummy," Karen purred and sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth, pausing at the tip occasionally to flicker her tongue at the head. She took a deep breath and pushed her face fully forwards. Her body slightly convulsed as the cock triggered her gag reflex but she kept going forward. Her throat swelled as the cock invaded it. Tom threw his head back and moaned. His hips started bucking back and forth, fucking her face hard. She fought for breath between stabs into her throat. Finally Tom shouted out as he grabbed the back of Karen's head and pushed forward with all his might. The cock buried itself deep in her throat and exploded. All the men could audibly hear her swallowing loads of semen being dumped in the back of her throat. She pulled her mouth away and the cock popped out with an audible bop. Tom staggered backwards and fell onto the couch, staring dazed into space. 

"I've got some surprises for you in the back," Karen said, turning to face the four heaving men behind her. Their reaction was immediate. Eight hands went down and picked her up, carrying her into the back. She was thrown onto the bed, the four crowding around the bed. They quickly disrobed, each showing their beautiful body. Karen shot a quickly look over to the closet with the slatted doors, feeling another rush of lust pour through her. Someone is watching all of this, she thought to herself. Eyes are seeing me and masturbating. The thought drove her wild enough to start grinding her ass on the bed, making her pussy spread wide for all to see.

"I gotta get me some of that," Wayne cried. He grabbed her ankles and yanked them until she lay sideways on the bed. He wrapped her legs around his waist. For a moment he held his blood gorged cock at the opening of her pussy. He ran it up and down, stroking the clit and teasing the vagina. Karen moaned and squirmed each painful touch. "Christ she's hot."

"Greatest fuck in town," Brad said with a smile.

Wayne pushed forward. Karen's face froze in an expression of pure passion. The orgasm ripped through her as soon as she felt the cock thrust into her. The feeling of finally being opened up, of finally being used was too much. Wayne quickly started slamming in and out of her, a trail of unintelligible utterances escaped his flapping lips. Karen felt another cock pressing up against her lips. She opened wide to take it without a thought about whose it was. All she wanted was cock to fill her, cum in her, consume her.

Brad and Henry watched as Wayne and Dwight fucked her from both ends. Henry unshamefully rubbed his cock, absorbed by the sight. Tom had regained his senses and joined the others for the show, his own cock already showing signs of coming back.

A really good drug, Brad thought to himself before he let the sight of Karen's large breasts being pulled by Wayne over run his senses.

Karen hungrily sucked the cock above her. She swallowed the whole thing and felt the lightening bolt jerk it. The cum poured out of the cock, causing her another near blinding orgasm. She allowed the fluid to rest on her tongue, tasting and savoring it as the cock drifted out of her mouth. She wrapped her legs tighter around Wayne until she was pulling him deeper into her.




Last Chance



"Come on you fuck," she screamed, "fuck me like you mean it."

Wayne lost control and began wildly bucking against her, slamming into her hard enough to fill the room with loud slapping noises. They found the same rhythm, their breathing growing heavier and heavier with each breath, their bodies moving together. They both screamed at the same time, Wayne cumming deep inside her and Karen obliterated by the best orgasm yet.

Karen was senseless on the bed.

"Looks like we got to wait," Henry said with regret, looking at Tom who was ready for action again and Brad.

"Why," Brad shot back with glee. "She said anything we want. She's got three openings and we got three hungry cocks. Roll her over."

Six hands rolled over her smiling, limp form. Henry squirmed under her, allowing her weight to press on him for a moment. He moved up until he found the slippery opening dripping white foam. He bucked his hips and easily slid into her. The sensation shot up her body. Her head jerked forward and a scream of pleasure was about to escape her lips when Tom's thick cock plugging into it silenced her. She gagged on it, then accepted it down her throat again. 

Brad climbed between Henry's closed legs and Karen's open ones. He watched as the ass and asshole spread open and closed with each of the two men's thrusts. He leaned in and pressed his cock against the tiny opening. Her body, pushed back by Tom's heavy thrusts, impaled itself on his cock. He felt the head slid in with an almost audible pop. Brad leaned in and felt the heavy feeling of Henry's cock sliding in and out of her. Guttural grunts escaped her stuffed throat.

Henry slid out and Brad took advantage by pressing further, feeling the cock expand the asshole and slid deeper. Karen's body was rocked and moved by their quickening thrusts. Henry sliding out, Brad pushing deeper. Brad pulling out until only the head was still in and Henry quickly sliding into the available space. Tom, turned on by the reality of the three way quickly shot another heavy load into Karen's mouth. He pulled out and collapsed beside the bed. Brad felt Henry's body tense and tighten, his cock leap as the first of many thick streams of cum flew out of his cock. After a few moments of convulsing and milking his aching cock, he slid out of her pussy.

Brad pressed her body down on the bed, spreading her legs wider and fully pushing his cock all the way up her ass. He started moving with more passion, each motion bringing the heavy sensation from his balls to his cock. He moved faster and faster, finally ramming home, his ears oblivious to the convulsing grunts from Karen. He pushed deep, sinking in until his public hair was pressed against her ass, and shot his load deep into her.

He shuddered for a moment, enjoyed the sensation, and slowly slid out of her. Karen collapsed on the bed, exhausted and taken.

She didn't know if she fell asleep of if she was dreaming. She felt light and feather like. But there was still the ache inside her, still the desire.

Brad motioned with his head towards the door. The men slowly started to file out of the room, leaving the sweaty form sleeping on the bed. The men sat or stood around the room, all trying to catch their breath and let the odd new sensations run through their body. Henry packed a bowl and they silently passed it around the room, occasionally trading comments about how lucky Brad was and what a good cock sucker Karen was.

Brad took the pipe and walked back in the room, immediately becoming overwhelmed by the smells of sex. He walked in until he hovered above the sleeping form of Karen. Her eyes slowly opened a slit and a warm smile spread across her face.

"How's it going honey?" he asked as he leaned down and offered her the pipe. She raised her head and took a long, slow hit off it.

"I never thought I could come like that. My god, Dwight and that fat cock of his. And when you three were all inside of me, it felt like I was cumming the entire time. I can't wait to have Tom's big cock in my pussy. I just never knew..." she said, her words trailing off to a look in her eyes.

"You want some more?" Brad asked, meaning the pot.

She sat up more in bed, the fire coming back to her eyes as the last remnants of the sleep slipped off her.

"You know I want more. The entire time I laying in here, I've felt cum dripping out of my pussy and ass. It's been running down my thighs and making a mess of the bed. I need to be filled up again."

"And who are we to not fulfill the bride's wish," Tom said, opening the door and walking into the room. He had taken all of his clothes off and walked in naked, his cock at full attention again. The others filed into the room as Brad rolled off the side and Tom mounted the bed, wrapped his arms around Karen's knees and spread her wide. The room saw the slit open wide, the white cream oozing out. Tom moved forward. He grabbed his cock by the base and pushed the head against the opening. He moved it up and down, the pussy making a wet smacking noise with each motion. Karen's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body collapsed back onto the bed, preparing for another ride.

"So fucking wet," he muttered as me moved into her. He started slowly but Karen's quick response forced him to start pounding wildly. Her hips thrust and thrashed about, her entire body rocking the bed hard enough to knock into the wall. Her arms reached up and grasped the bead boards, her breasts swaying in wide circles. Tom started pounding harder and harder, their cries intermingling until his ass pushed hard enough for Karen to scoot up the bed and crash her head against the headboard. Their collective scream of orgasm filled the room for a moment. He rolled off her, still muttering something under his breath as his eyes stared with disbelief at his still erect cock.

Wayne moved in next. He too hooked her knees but instead of spreading her wide he pushed them up until her ankles were near her neck.

"That's right stud," she growled from below him as he moved into position," you know just how to fuck a woman, just how to get that big cock all the way into the pussy. Come on you fuck, stick it in, come on..."

Her voice stopped and her breathing hitched as Wayne pushed forward, filling her again. 

"Come on, all the way in," she started grunting as his hips rocked against her. "That's right, stretch me wider than I already am, come on and fuck me you fuck, oh fuck, fuck..."

Her voice became an insane mantra of obscenities and grunts. Wayne didn't last long against her. His thrusts were desperate and necessary, his body attempting to fuck the ravenous lust demon out of his body. He threw himself into her and shouted as he came.

Wayne was just starting to slid off her when Dwight and Henry both approached the bed with a wicked gleam in their eyes.

"We like it when you talk like that," Henry said, eyeing Dwight who was stroking his thick cock. "We want to hear what you have to say when you've got two cocks inside you."

Karen, without asking or pausing, moved until she was on all fours on the bed.

"Who wants what?" she asked, wiggling her tight little ass in the air. She spread her legs wide, opening up both oozing holes.

Henry pushed Dwight forward. He crawled onto the bed and lay down on his back. Karen swung her leg over him so her dripping pussy hung inches above his bobbing cock.

"Got a taste of the pussy, now I want something else," Henry spit out as he crawled on the bed. "Allow me," he said in a mock gentleman voice.

He ran his down Karen's back, stopping for a moment to squeeze and pinch her still wiggling ass, and then dropped it down to Dwight's cock. His fist enclosed the throbbing member, Dwight's pleased, surprised groan cut through any other noise. The fist pumped up and down, playing and toying with the member.

"Please," Dwight panted, "just put it in! Stop teasing me!"

"Oh you want in?" Henry asked in a sarcastic voice. He dropped down to his haunches, pulled the cock until it poked out from under Karen's legs, and swallowed it all in his mouth. It just disappeared, the throat opening without resistance, the gag reflex long since abolished. His head started frantically moving up and down the cock, Dwight's body writing on the bed helpless against the pleasure. Karen's own body, picking up the contact lust and pleasure, started grinding her all onto the top of Henry's head, desperate for any sort of friction.

Henry pulled his head up and the cock popped out, a thin trail of cum running from the tip to his bottom lip.

"Now you are ready," he said as he pushed the cock towards Karen's open pussy. She immediately groaned and started grinding against it. "That's it, take it all," Henry said as he found the position and watched from inches away as Dwight's cock disappeared deep inside Karen.

"Oh you mother fucker," Karen said as she started the slow grind against the cock. It easily slid in and out, each thrust making his cock glisten more. 

"That's right baby, love that cock," Henry cooed and he moved up until he was flat against her back. "You ready for more cock in your ass?"

"Yes," Karen screamed. Henry's fist reached down. He seemed to fumble for a moment, then Karen's eyes popped wide open, her mouth forming a perfect O in an unheard scream. Henry pressed harder against her, sliding his long tool all he way in.

"Now tell me what it feels like," Henry panted in her ear. "Tell me what it feels like to have two cocks inside you, tell me what it feels like to have a cock up your ass. Come on, tell us all!"

"Fuck my asshole you fuck! Slide that cock in and out, come on, and stretch me! Oh yes, fill me up! Oh god... Uhnnnn... " Her hips rocked back and forth over the two cocks. "I'm so fucking dirty, I'm such a dirty little girl with two big cocks in me, with all these men fucking me. Come on, fuck me."

Both men lost control at her litany. They began bucking and fucking for all it was worth, their bodies flopping and flailing around in boundless ecstasy. At once they both had their own silent screams, their bodies emptying more fluid into hers.

Her tight holes contracted, forcing both men out. They both fell off the bed, exhausted and satisfied. 

Brad moved up to the bed. He paused for a moment and turned towards the others. They all thought he was going to finish out the gang bang. Instead he stopped, turned, and shot them all a crazier smile. It was a new lust, a new idea spreading over his face. He knelt down, whispered something in her ear, and she slowly raised her head. He reached across the bed and pulled something out of the top drawer on the nightstand. It was a clear vial of liquid. He uncapped it, held it at her lips and slowly tilted it up as she opened her mouth. The liquid spilled in. She coughed against it for a moment but continued to swallow until it was all gone.

He watched closely for a moment, trying to ascertain if it had been a mistake to mix the two roots. Her body seemed to relax, her head fell back and she slipped away. Her chest continued moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

"What are you doing?" Wayne asked, regaining enough of his composure to be aware of his surroundings.

"I'm starting the second act," he said with a sly grin. He stood up and looked all the others in the eye. "You're probably thinking this is the best bachelor party that ever happened. But this is just the beginning. We still have another."

As his words ended, he quickly leapt across the room, threw the closet door open and reached inside. The men were all shocked when a high pitched squeal of surprise rang out.

*****

Christiana had been on the verge of cumming since the door had first open and she saw Karen being hauled in by the five men. Her fingers had quickly pulled up the skirt of her dress and yanked down her panties. She was bent at the waist, her ass pressing hard against the back wall of the closet. She moved in circular rhythms, pushing her pussy and clit up against her squirming fingers.

She let it linger throughout it all. The triple penetration had nearly sent her over the edge into a screaming orgasm but she had continued to hold off. But it was the sight of the two cocks, hearing Karen's voice full of lust and passion screaming obscenities at the room that finally pushed her over the edge. She felt unable to control her hand as it rubbed harder and harder against the clit, knowing she was blowing past the point of stopping. inside the closet she could hear the sucking, slurping sound of her fingers playing with her pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm ripped through her, blinding her to the world.

Her reeling mind was just beginning to come back down from the orgasm when the hands were upon her. She cried out as she was yanked out of the closet and into the room. Her first impression was the feeling of suddenly finding yourself in the lion's den. Nothing protecting her, nothing hiding her full form from the room of nude men. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms against her sides. Instinctively she started thrashing about, pushing and pulling, trying to claw her way out.

"Put me down you bastard!" She heard herself scream in a frenzy.

She was greeted only with laughter. She more she struggled, the more the laughter came as if she were simply a child trying to squirm out of the high chair. Finally she let her body go limp, surrendering to the stronger power.

"This my friends," Brad said, addressing the men in the room, "is Christiana, my partner in crime and one of the enablers of this fine evening. However, she is also predictable and greedy."

"Put me down now!" She tried to demand, tried to find the pitch and tone to convey her seriousness. Instead a weak sounding voice came out, a distant one demanding that which it had no right to. 

"Very hot," she heard one of them say, the one with the construction muscles and sandy blonde hair. Her eyes went to look at him, accuse him. She stared straight into his eyes. He dared her for a moment, dared her to look at him standing so unselfconsciously nude before her, his long prick standing straight at attention.

"Fucking right," another said, stepping forward, his hand falling on his hard cock and gently stroking it.

"This wasn't part of the fucking deal," she hissed at Brad.

"But it was part of the plan my dear," he cooed back. He raised his eyes and stared at the advancing man. "All things in good time. Wayne, reach into that drawer and hand me the bottle in there."

The one named Wayne, the stocky short man with the thickest penis did as he was told. He delivered the bottle to Brad's outstretched hand. He had no problem controlling Chris with only one arm.

"Now open wide little girl, and take your medicine," he said as he popped the top off and brought the bottle towards her lips.

She pressed her lips closed, refusing to move an inch. Brad laughter slightly as he reached up and pinched her nose. After only a few seconds, her mouth gapped open drawing in a long breath. Along with it the potion went sliding down her throat.

As soon as it touched her tongue, she swore she felt something different about herself, something seeming to shift. The arm around her loosened but all thoughts of flight had disappeared. A hand moved in, Brad's large hand and strong fingers moved in and squeezed her large breast through her dress. She couldn't help but swoon as her legs turned to jelly beneath her.

"You see dear, I know everything," he whispered right into her ear. "I know what you are going to do before you even think it. I knew you couldn't help but see it, the magnificent present I gave to my wife. I knew you'd be hiding somewhere in this house, watching her get gang banged by all those cocks, filled up with all that cum."

Chris's eyes started to float shut, then opened wide for a moment when shut again. Her body went more limp, now dangling from his arm almost like a rag doll.

"I knew you would be here, so I added something to my plans. I added a slave."

At the word slave, her eyes snapped shut and her body collapsed.

"What the hell is going on here? Did you kill her?"

"Hardly not, but it does give us a nice little intermission until the next part of the show. If you don't want to stick around, I'll understand," he added. He cast his eyes over the circle of men. All shuffled and swayed for a moment but none moved, each one still too horny and curious about the next phase.

"So what is that stuff?" Tom asked, nodding towards the bottle that had knocked Chris and Karen out.

"Just a little something I picked up in the Amazon," he said with a smile.

In fact, the last thing he picked up in the Amazon. It was the root they had used on the final night he was there, the final night where he lost his mind and actually saw the face of god. Its complexity was impossible to crack with his devices and machines at the lab. All he really knew was the effect it had had on the final cluster of women who came to him on the final night. All he knew was the evidence of what he saw.

And he smiled because he was going to see it again.

"Come on, help me get them ready," he said as he leaned over to pick up the immobile form of Christiana.

5

Consciousness finally came to her.

She could almost see it through the haze, almost hear it above the soothing roar of empty space. But she had pressed on, forcing herself not to loose sight of the light somewhere out there. Then it all came back to her with a painful slowness.

First it came with the memory that she had a body. The sensation of breath, flesh, skin. Her skin. With the memory of the body came the feeling of desire. Before her eyes could even open, she felt the wave overcoming her. Her breathing slowly shuddered as she experimented with the sensations running up and down her body. The flesh yearning to be touched, the sex splayed open and dripping down her thighs, and electric bubble that surrounded her. As her eyes open, the near irresistibly impulse to thrust her hands over her breasts and down between her legs. Her eyes opened and she tried to pull them down. The same moment she realized she was staring at a ceiling was the same moment she felt the resistance pull against her wrists.

Her head flew back, seeing her arms pinned down high above her. She pulled again, now seeing the leather restraints against her wrists. Her head shot up, her eyes wildly looking around for some explanation, something to hold onto other than the slowly tingling sensation of being bound. She saw her legs were wrapped in the same kind of leather restraints, only between them was a long black bar that held her legs spread wide. Her body had been stripped to her lace panties and push up bra. The chilled air around her, such a new sensation after the long heat wave, tickled and tricked her skin. She moved against it, slightly sighing as the air caressed her. 

She recognized she was in a room. A barren room with only one small light source directly above her. She was strapped to some kind of table. The gloom moved and swirled all around her, a hallucination or are there people out there she feverishly thought to herself. Are their eyes watching me now, hungry eyes tearing through the thin layer of clothing that protects me? 

She attempted to push her legs together, testing the restraints of her bonds. The push of her muscle ran up her legs, quickly flashing through her thighs then pulsing into her quivering vagina. A short gasp escaped her lips as she realized the situation. Her eyes darted around her, looking for something to establish where she was, what was happening. All she could make out was the thin vision of cement walls through the murky blackness. She was helpless. Just as the thought was starting to fully dawn upon her, sending rapid vibrations of pleasure up and down her body, a voice smashed through it.