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The Last Toy

By: midnightfalcon



I had arrived a day earlier than kelly. We had been planning this vacation together for almost two years, but one of us always seemed to have to cancel out for one reason or another. This was the first time since college that we could have our reunion. Now laying by the pool I closed my eyes and reminisced about our last two years in college, and particularly the times we had spent as room mates in the sorority house. 

Our room was on the third floor at the end of the hallway and I guess our little experiments began as a sort of intimate dare. Actually it had started one evening after we had both been to a Frat party and returned rather drunk. Kelly was far more daring than I was and when we tumbled into our room she mixed herself a drink, then turned to me and made the simple statement that started it all. "I'm horny as hell and I'm going to fuck myself until I pass out." 

I heard her, but really didn't quite grasp what she meant.

Then she stepped out of her dress, took off her bra and kicking off her loafers. Next she went to her top dresser drawer and took out her toy. Oh I knew about it because I had one too, and early on we had compared them and discussed using them, but it had ended there. I assumed she used it when I was out just as I did when I was alone between classes, but now there was no secrecy about it. She was going to use it on herself, with the lights on, and with me in the room. 

I was giggly and sort of dumbfounded so I just turned and poured myself a drink, and thought about getting undressed too. 

From behind me I heard the soft purr as she turned her "wiggly Wabbet" on. I turned to see her with her panties now off and her feet drawn up tight against the cheeks of her ass. Her knees had dropped to either side exposing her pussy with its outer lips parted. She seemed oblivious to my presence and began by just running the pulsating translucent jelly toy up and down her shaved pussy while she rolled her nipple between her fingers.

For a young woman who had too much to drink, her ability to feel things certainly hadn't been affected. Within moments she was panting and moaning softly. I forgot about undressing and simply sat on the corner of the bed and watched her. 

She began doing thing with her Wabbet that I really hadn't thought of doing. With her one hand on her breast, and her other pressing the side of her toy firmly against her pussy she began to moan louder, and as her thighs began to quiver and her ass lifted up, she tilted the toy forward and inserted it all the way in. That effectively pressed the little rabbit's ears against her clit.

With a rather loud gasp, she cried out, and began to pump the thing in and out of her pussy. She was on the verge of her first orgasm and was so wet and slippery that I could hear the slurpy sounds that filled the room as she worked it in and out.

I was torn between watching her, and my own throbbing need. I could only sit there and watch as she writhed on the bed and I lifted my skirt and slide my hand up to touch my own sticky slit. "My god," I had thought, "it's taking her a long time to come down," and yet I really didn't want to see her stop because I was getting close to cumming myself. 

With a low scream she strained her neck up, stared at me and cried out. "Cummmmmmingggg, Oh yeah here it comes now! Ooooooh Fuck yeah, Oh god it feels so fucking good! 

And in that instant I yelled out to her, "Meeeeee tooooooo Kelly, Me toooooo!" I was plunging three fingers in and out of my open pussy while my thumb wobbled sideways on my clit. Suddenly I didn't care how loud I got, I was totally absorbed in the wonderful sensations of an intense orgasm. When I finished I pulled my sticky hand from under my panties and brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked each. She lay moaning on the bed, but as she gasped for breath, she watched me. I was embarrassed, but in those moments I really didn't care either.

She smiled at me and whispered: "Again? Want to do it again Patty?" 

I sort of smiled and mumbled, "If you can, I'll Try. I think I can cum again. Just let me get out of these things." I was in the process of stripping down while trying to watch her. She had started slowly plunging her toy in and out of her noisy wet pussy again.

That night we each came four times while we watched each other masturbate. That was more than I had ever cum before, but it was only the beginning of a weekly ritual that was to evolve from our new found pleasure. We had found that watching and listening to each other as we fucked ourselves, was a real turn-on. 

It was about three weeks later that we began to be more daring, and by then we had purchased additional toys. Things had gotten to the point where we were having little contests to see who was the fastest, or who could cum most or sometimes who could get the wettest. 

That was also the time when Kelly asked me to help her. Up until then we sort of kept to ourselves and watched each other, but on that Friday night Kelly was on her fifth attempt and she was right on the edge, but no matter how fast she moved her hand, or where she put her vibrator, she simply couldn't make it.

"Patty? Oh god Patty, I'm right there but I can't. Do something! Help me! Do something please."

I really didn't know at that time, what to do, but I was willing to try. So that's when we began to do each other. I first played with her nipples so she could use both hands on her pussy. Then I had the idea of using my vibrating egg on her clit, while she used her wabbit inside her pussy. 

That did it. With my left hand on her breast, and my fingers rolling her nipple between them, I held the silver egg to her clit and she screamed out as she came. 

"Ohmygod, oooohgoddddddd Patty, Here it comes, I'm cumming Oooooooooh shit its so fucking good!"

It was long and hard, and she began by thrusting her cunt up high, forcing the wabbit deep into her pussy and the egg tight against her clit. She began moaning, than she gasped, 

"pinch them! Squeeze my nipples! Oh my fucking baby I'm gonna lose my mind! Cumming again Patty, cumming, cumming, Oh yeah, yes, yes oh yessssssssssss."

I remember watching her face and than looking down at her pussy. I took the twisting toy from her hand and drew the squirming jelly vibrator out of her and put it in my mouth. It was coated with a creamy coating of her juices and for the first time I was tasting another girl. I already knew how I tasted, but the thought of tasting her had me intoxicated.

"Kelly? Could you do me? I mean would you help me to cum like that? You can do anything you want, but I want to finish hard like that. Would you?" I pleaded.

That had been the beginning of our intimate relationship. Not intimate in that we were lovers, but intimate in helping each other satisfy our need to cum.

I suppose it was inevitable that others in the sorority house would become involved. I guess we got a bit noisy down at the end of the hallway and the packages wrapped in brown paper that kept coming in the mail, aroused interest and soon our Friday evening sessions became mini orgies with perhaps eight or nine girls joining our little sessions.

Always there was the booze and the x rated videos before we began and the girls would begin trading their favorite toys so we could each decided which one did the most for us. For the most part, the girls would do themselves, but eventually we became comfortable with helping each other.

The contests became more and more diverse. Gloria had one toy that was black. It was perhaps twelve inches long and consisted of a series of golf ball sized round bulges that ran the full length of the rather rigid jelly dildo. She would suction it to a smooth surface and squat over it and move up and down slowly. She would get really wet and creamy and you could see the milky juices clinging to the black rings. One night as she came, she contracted so hard that she actually pulled it loose from the table top. 

That began another contest. Who could squeeze tight enough to pull it loose with their pussy. After a while we had all succeeded except for two of the girls. That's when we began giving ourselves rankings. The A's were the winners in most contests, the B's were good but couldn't quite keep up with the A's, and the poor C's, who could only cum once or twice and never really were in the competition. A "C" rating was better than being called vanilla anyway. 

Actually towards the end of my senior year, we were in the midst of a drunken Friday night session when the house mother came in. You might have expected us to come to a screeching halt, but when a girl is orgasming or about to, nothing matters except finishing. So when she entered, only those who were either finished or resting between sessions, were alarmed. 

Strangely it worked out pretty well. She stared around, but said nothing. Then she walked casually over to the bar and asked one of the girls for a drink. Then she turned her back to the bar, rested her elbows on it, leaned back and watched. Quickly finishing her drink, she opened her blouse, pulled it up from within her slacks and shrugged out of it. Next her bra was discarded and finally her slacks and panties fell to the floor. 

She was now a participant and she proved to be more daring than most of the A's. Those were days of learning and of exploring our own physical needs.

I must confess, the two things that I never really got involved in to any great degree, was anal masturbating or going down on Kelly or any of the other girls. But I also must admit, I wanted to try it but never could muster the courage to do it. On the other hand I would let the others eat me and I did try the vibrating butt plugs, but I never could finish using the plugs and only rarely when I was being eaten. 

When Shirley introduced the strap-on to the evenings entertainment, we each finished, as I remember, but it was more of a novelty and not something we all enjoyed a lot. Neither was the fisting. Most of us found it painful but I have to admit that once in a while, if I got hot enough and had enough to drink I would let Kelly do me but never deeply.

The only thing missing, and we all agreed on this, was a real guys cock. It was the only toy missing, and because it was too risky to ever really consider, we had to leave that out of our most wanted list of toys.

So now we were finally going to get back together after almost four years. Kelly had been engaged twice, but never went thru with it. I had more or less given up on the hunt because it was too much damn trouble and because I think I probably would have been looking for a commitment if he turned out to be really good in bed. Anyway I figured that if it was going to happen it would, and if it wasn't, then that was all right too. I will admit that I had gone beyond using the simple toys we used back in college, and I had graduated to more expensive and better quality toys since then. I had even brought several along to show Kelly how much I had advanced in the art of "self pleasuring".

As I lay there I opened my eyes and did my little scan of the pool area. I always enjoy looking for the perfect ten in the men's department. You know, the guy you see wearing a bulging tight pair of Speedo's and you think about as you Jill yourself. Anyway I spotted him right away. He was headed for the gazebo For a drink.

Oh Hell I thought, why not. I left my beach chair and gathered up my room key and clutch and went over to where he was sitting. I'm not too comfortable starting a conversation so I was relieved when he simply said: 

"Hi. Fantastic weather we're having isn't it?" I nodded yes and to my own surprise, I felt comfortable enough to continue the conversation. 

He explained that He was a doctor and was here on a business vacation of sorts. He was attending lectures during the week and getting sun when ever there was free time. All interesting, I thought, but I couldn't keep my eyes off his package. I was imagining all sorts of things. You know, how he would be in bed, how big would he get when he was hard, was he circumcised, and lastly, would he be a good lover with staying power. 

I took a sip of my drink and listened to his voice, but not hearing everything he was saying really. I was imagining his voice making love to me. It's crazy but I can do that. In my mind he was whispering my name, He was telling me what he was going to do to me, and what he wanted me to do to him. It was all wishful thinking, but it was making my bikini wet and since it's a pale blue, the dark blue spot between my thighs wasn't something that would go unnoticed. 

I crossed my legs and tried to keep the conversation going. Finally names were exchanged and I found out he was Dr. Blake B. Brahman. We sort of laughted when I said that's a lot of B's, sort of like a bumble bee. He smiled but didn't really laugh at my little joke. Looking at his watch, he excused himself and explained that he had to go to a lecture or something if it hadn't been cancelled, but he did say he'd look for me again if I was staying. I was, and told him so.

I was getting a little pink from the sun so I decided to go up to my room. Kelly would be arriving sometime around six and I wanted to shower and rest up a bit. Arriving at my room I showered and found that I was short on towels. I had left one of mine on the chair down by the pool so I had to call the desk to have one brought up. The girl in housekeeping seemed miffed, and said she'd see if she could find someone to deliver one. 

Now I was sitting in the living room, my hair still damp but my body fairly dry, I bided my time by going over my collection of toys. The ones I wanted to show Kelly, and I hoped, share with her. I had graduated from the battery things and only used ones that plug in. I wasn't going to ever be on the verge of cumming only to run out of power. 

I looked for a plug and tried out my newest addition. It was a bit noisy as the beads in it spun around, but the clit attachment was super quiet as was the head, which twisted and turned. Out of curiosity I slid it into my wet pussy far enough so the beads were well inside me, and turned it on. Yes it was quieter when it was deep inside but got a bit louder when I pulled it back out. I was really getting excited and began to stroke it in and out, and getting closer and closer.

I didn't hear the door open. I didn't see him come in. And I don't know how long he stood there with a towel held in his hand or what he must have thought as he watched me sliding my vibrator in and out of my pussy. But when he cleared his throat loud enough for me to hear him, I was just starting to cum and nothing was going to stop me.

I had been standing with my back to the door and the sofa was directly in front of me. I had my legs spread apart and I was bent slightly forward as I moved the throbbing dildo in and out of my dripping pussy, when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I was startled, but not startled enough to stop what had begun. 

I heard his voice soft and low whisper, "Go on Patty, let yourself cum. Don't stop, just let it happen!"

My mind heard that voice. The voice that I had imagined speaking to me in exactly that same way only an hour earlier. But now the words weren't imagined, they were the words I needed to hear. I turned my head slightly and my legs began to tremble. 

I wanted to say something but all I could gasp was: "Cumming Now, Blake, Oh god it's going to be strong. Oh yes, yessssss Now! OHGOD Now it's Cummmmmmmmingggggggg Blake. Hold me! For gods sake hold meeeeeeeeeeeee."

I felt his arms wrap around me and his hands clasped each breast. My hard nipples protruded between his spread fingers and he squeezed them as he brought his fingers together. I tossed my head back and again screamed as I felt the surging rush of tingling sensations roar thru my pussy. 

He held me up and put his mouth close to my ear and whispered. "Give it to me Patty, Come on baby cum for me! You want to cum for me don't you? Now let it happen Patty, More, give me more!"

And I did. Oh god I did. His voice elevated my sensations to heights I never dreamed possible and when I thought It couldn't get any more intense, it did. The room seemed to fog over and my blood roared in my ears as I finally slumped in his arms and let the vibrator slip out, letting it fall to the floor. 

He walked me forward and turned me around so I could sit on the sofa. I stared first at his face, then down at his slacks. He was huge and the cloth was being stretched so taunt that I expected him to suddenly break free.

I sat there panting as if I had run a marathon. I couldn't catch my breath and I had to sit there and stare directly at his bulging manhood. I was trembling and panting while trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be foolish, but that didn't happen. He looked down at me, smiled, bent down and picked up the squirming vibrator and lay it on top of the towel he had brought. Now without a word, he turned, and quietly left.

I was mortified. I wanted to run after him and explain, but realizing that I was still nude, I just resigned myself to the fact that it had happened and there was nothing I could do to change things. 

On the way back from the airport with Kelly I told her everything. She was in hysterics. "so did he watch you fucking yourself with it? I mean did he see your pussy as you did it?" 

"No" I answered. 

"Well, will we see him again? Did he seem interested in you? Would he go for a threesome if we asked?" her questions went on and on. Finally she asked one last question. "He isn't gay is he?" 

I shook my head, "How the hell would I know, Kelly, he didn't stay long enough for me to find out," I answered. The rest of the ride was more reminiscing about our Friday night parties and the things we did together, than anything else. 

After dinner we went to the pool area in the hopes of seeing him again. He wasn't there, so we went to the bar in the hotel and had a few more drinks, still hoping that he'd show up, but he didn't. Half snockered, we returned to my room and chatted for a while, but all the time, I kept thinking about him. I think Kelly realized that I wasn't really paying attention to her because she finally got up and went to her room and returned with a small case. 

Sitting down next to me she opened it and as we did three years earlier, we compared toys and discussed how we used them. That night we masturbated. I must confess that it was better than usual, probably because Kelly was watching, but more likely because I heard Blake's voice whispering and telling me to cum for him. In any event we each orgasmed two or three times solo, before we again started to help each other. And, as it had been in the sorority house, we competed again to see who was better. Yet, I couldn't get him out of my mind, and finally Kelly rolled over and looked at me. 

"your really hot for him aren't you? Did you know your calling out his name each time you cum? Look, Patty, tomorrow we'll get to him and work this out. I want to have him fuck me just as much as you do, it's just a matter of seducing him if that's what it takes."

I had to agree with her, but I was still a bit shy about approaching him, especially after what he saw and how ashamed he made me feel.

The next morning I was again at the pool but this time with Kelly. She was scoping out the guys at the pool and pointed to Blake. She couldn't have known it was him and yet she picked him out as being the best prospect at the pool. Actually he looked even bigger and better than I remembered. I told Kelly that yes, that was Blake. and I think it was at that point that she realized why I had the hots for him. I was looking for an opportunity to wave to him but I guess he didn't recognize me in my yellow bikini and with Kelly by my side. When he went to get a drink a little later at the tiki bar, Kelly pulled me up and whispered, "lets go!"


The Last Toy Ch. 02



Kelly had blackmailed Blake into serving as our toy for the evening in return for a recommendation for a position at her grandfathers research institute. Thus far we had badgered him into satisfying our needs during the past hour or so. But that had been in the living room, and I felt sort of sleazy making love on a sofa in a hotel suite. 

I really think Blake thought he had kept his part of the bargain, but as we walked him down the short hallway to Kelly's bedroom, he seemed a bit reluctant to let things go further without Kelly giving some assurance that she would call and make the promised recommendation.

I was trailing behind Blake, with Kelly in the lead. All I could do was stare at his beautiful butt as he took long strides following Kelly. Now, I must admit, I'm compulsive but much more shy then Kelly, but between the alcohol and the feeling of power I had in knowing that he was compelled to do anything we wanted, I had lost most of my shyness.

It was sort of a feeling of elation. You know, a feeling of being in control and especially in control of the most delicious man I have ever been with. Oh sure, in the beginning it was just that need to be sexually satisfied, but when he had fucked me and driven me nearly out of my mind, and Kelly began to tell him what to do, I suddenly found myself jealous and a bit possessive.

And to compound things, I had to watch Kelly cum again and again. I wanted him and yet Kelly had taken charge and I felt left out. After all he was my discovery, she only had the ace card in our little blackmail scheme. 

Now as I entered the bedroom behind Blake, I suddenly felt a gush of warm fluid spurt, then run down the inside of my thigh. I should have used a tissue or something after he took me that last time, but I was sort of relishing the fact that it was something I had made him give me, and now it was mine. 

He really looked a bit puzzled as he stood by the foot of the bed and his head turned from Kelly to me. I saw him look down at my little embarrassment and Kelly followed his gaze. 

"Is my little friend Patty making a mess? Come here! I'll take care of that for you."

And, like a robot, I walked over to her. She backed me up against the bed and made me sit down, then she had me lay back. Now she fell to her knees and placing her warm hands on the insides of my thighs spreading my legs. Oh Kelly loved this. She enjoyed doing this to me ever since college but then it had been my own wetness that she craved. Here, and now it was a blend of Blake and I, and so help me god, as she began to lap at my pussy, I began to contract and respond.

She held me open and I lifted my legs to rest them over her shoulders. Suddenly she began dragging her tongue up and down my sticky pussy. I was getting that twitchy feeling again and I called out to Blake.

"Help me. For gods sake baby, help me. You do it. I want your mouth on me. I need to have you do it."

I don't know if Kelly wanted to stop or not but suddenly Blake was between my legs and it was his mouth on my throbbing pussy. Kelly had moved up onto the bed and began to suck on my nipple. She brought my breasts together and began to swing her mouth from one nipple to the other, giving each a moment of warm wet attention and all the while she gently massaged my breasts. 

Can anyone imagine what goes on in a girls mind when a real hunk is stabbing his hot tongue deep inside her throbbing pussy and her best girlfriend is dragging her teeth up and down her swollen nipples? I couldn't stop myself.

I cried out. "Oh fuck! Oh my god Blake do something! Talk to me! Do something I'm gonna cum in your mouth." 

He moved his mouth up higher so my hot pink clit protruded enough for him to draw it in between his wet lips and suddenly I felt his fingers moving deep within me. 

He began to slowly turn them, then he begin to move them in and out. I couldn't watch, but in my mind I could see him perfectly and as I began to pant aloud, he broke away and began talking to me.

"I want you Patty. Give it to me baby! Feel me? Come on darling give it to me! Give me your wetness. I want to taste you. I need it! Now! Cum now for me!"

His voice was like the most erotic thing I have ever heard, and his fingers were dancing inside me, twisting and turning as his thumb slid incessantly back and forth across my clit. I bolted up, thrusting my pelvis high and I screamed to the whole world. 

"Yeahhhhhh oh yeahhhhh I'm there! Oh fuck yes, yeah I'm cumming for you Blake, I am! Oh god I love it. It's yours, I'm yours, oh fuck yes, yes yesssss baby oh yes, yesss."

I remember Kelly squeezing my one nipple and biting the other. The combination of pain and the sensations brought on by what Blake was doing to me made me contract so hard that my groin ached. I kept screaming his name and bucking until it finally ended. 

I lay panting and moaning on the bed when I felt Blake draw his fingers from inside me and he lifted my legs and swung me onto the bed. That was when I heard Kelly whisper.

"Do me like that Blake. Tell me you want me to cum for you. She'll be useless for at least ten minutes or more, so fuck me now!"

Thru blurred eyes, and with my chest heaving and gasping for air, I watched Blake stare at Kelly and nod "No". 

"She's not done and neither am I. She can do it again so you just back off and watch. She needs it again so just give me a second to get hard again and let me finish her again."

For one of the few times in my life I saw tears fill Kelly's eyes as she nodded and dropped to her knees and put Blake's shaft in her mouth. Oh hell yes, she was good alright, and I watched his face as she brought him back to life.

She was getting second best. I know she loved doing what she was doing. For her it was an erotic "turn on" and she would probably try to make him cum in her mouth if he let her continue. But he didn't.

I rolled onto my side and watched. He had pulled out of her mouth and his shaft stood hard and erect. It was so rigid at that moment, that it seemed to curve upwards and as he turned towards me he reached out and grasped my hips and rolled me onto my tummy. Still holding my hips he pulled me to a kneeling position and move to kneel behind me. I waited. 

My ass swayed impatiently back and forth waiting for him. And I thought; "is he going to use my ass? Will I be able to take it? Will it hurt?" But it didn't happen.

I felt his cock begin to stab low, just sliding back and forth within the swollen lips of my pussy. The head of his cock kept glancing across my already sensitive clit with each slow, measured thrust, and I began to rock back to meet him. Then, as he held my hips with both hands, his cock suddenly found its target and he slowly inched it deep into my pussy. Oh hell, I have to admit it, I never liked the word "cunt" but I began to babble like a whore, pleading with him.

"Fuck my cunt baby, fuck this little whore, deep and hard. Push it in hard, Deeper, Oh fuck, yeah deep like that!" 

Kelly was almost in a trance as she watched him fucking me. Oh god she gasped. "Look at that cock moving in and out." 

My pussy began to weep its own, syrupy fluid each time his cock pulled back, and Kelly watched as his pistoning cock worked the slippery fluid into a milky cream. 

It began to form a white collar around the base of his shaft and coat his swaying balls. I was being forced to rock back and forth as his thighs pounded against the cheeks of my ass. And now, swaying back and forth, my breasts, with their aroused nipples, being dragged back and forth across the fabric of the bedding.

I could feel the hot inner lining of my vagina clinging to his cock and contracting, it gripped and followed his thick cock as it thrust in and out. That's when I looked back over my shoulder, and called moaned to him.

"NOW! Cummmmmmmming now. Oh fuck Oh yeah give it to me now. Finish me, Oh damn it, shoot in me for gods sake. Finish in me. Do it!" 

Blake began thrusting faster and faster, holding my hips and pulling me back onto his driving cock. He was trying to cum again but it was too soon and all he could do was pound his manhood deep into me.

All I could think was: "He has to finish. I need that. I want to be all he needs, all he wants. I have to have it. Oh god give it to me, Please Blake."

With some degree of satisfaction, Kelly realized that she would again have him and as soon as I collapsed and dropped to the bed, she was on Blake like a starving maniac. 

"Me. Do me now. Fuck me, I need it too.

As soon as Kelly flopped herself down on the bed and spread her legs wide, Blake plunged deep into her splayed opening. For the next ten or so minutes he drove her crazy, forcing no less than three more orgasms in quick succession, And still he was hadn't cum but stayed hard. But now he was gasping for breath. 

Pulling out, with both of us laying on the bed, panting for breath, he turned to go to the living room and get his clothes. Suddenly I couldn't let him go. I nudged Kelly and groaned, "stop him! Lets finish him. I don't care how, but lets do it Kelly." 

Kelly was still gasping, but I was able to get up and stop him. Bringing him back to the bed, we had him lay down. Kelly was on his left and I was on his right. And now we began to take turns.

We had often discussed another contest we might have and now was an opportunity to have it. We would each try to get him to cum. Each of us would have one minute to work on him any way we wanted, before the other would take over. The one who was successful during her one minute period, was the winner. We realized that he was probably exhausted but that would work to our advantage because he wouldn't be too quick and we would really have to prove who was the best. 

Kelly began. She started by sucking his hard cock, wetting it before using her hand to slide up and down its full length as she licked its head with each stroke.

Pulling her away it was my turn and I too began to suck that beautiful rod to get it slippery before I began to jerk it up and down. Again it was Kelly's turn and she spent more time bobbing her head up and down his shaft, now forcing it deep down her throat.

She could take him deeper than I, but it was during my turn that I began to figure him out. Each time I played with his balls as I either jerked him or sucked him, I would press my finger just under his balls and I could feel him begin to contract. 

But before I could get him to cum, it was Kelly's turn. But then her minute passed and I knew I had him. I immediately put my lips over his shaft to wet him, then pressed my finger firmly behind his balls, as I franticly stroked jerked him.

When he gasped the words we had been working so hard to hear, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and laid his cock on it. I wanted Kelly to see him cum. And my god did he ever.

Blake almost seemed surprised as he moaned. "Take it! Oh damn it. I'm gonna shoot. Now! I am, I am! Oh my god, take it!" 

It was at that instant that I felt the first spurt of thick milky cum splatter across my tongue and into my mouth. It was followed seconds later by another but much larger gush and then three or four more. My mouth was full and I closed my lips, trapping it just as Kelly grabbed his cock and drove it into her mouth.

I had won, and my mouth was now overflowing with his cum and although I wanted to swallow it, I held it. I wanted Kelly to see what I had done. 

I knew about girls snowballing, but I had never really given it much thought. I mean I really didn't see the reason why girls wanted to do it. But now it was the most important thing on my mind. I had to show Kelly what I held in my mouth and prove to her that I was better. I looked at her face as she tried to drain the last of Blake into her mouth, and she seemed to immediately pick up on my intent.

She released his cock with a slurping sound and lay back with her mouth wide open. I moved to her as if to kiss her and now an inch or so above her open mouth, I parted my lips. 

I couldn't tell how much I let drool into her mouth, and I couldn't know how much I kept in mine but I suddenly had to swallow so sealing my lips, I tilted my head back and swallowed. 

It wasn't what I expected. It wasn't even what the girls in college had described. He wasn't very salty or bitter or any of that. He was thick and stringy, yes, but so are a lot of other things, and I really liked it. And most of all it was him. And that made it special. I could easily become addicted to this but probably only with Blake.

Well Kelly did call her grandfather and put Blake on the phone. And yes Blake did get to work on the project and he did win a very prestigious award for his contributions. But best of all, I got a phone call from him about two weeks after I returned home and we are going to meet tonight. Oh and I am going to introduce him to my room mate. No its not Kelly, it's Pam and although she's rather shy, I think Blake will enjoy her.

Want more, or is this enough?



The Last Toy



I was frightened and I knew Kelly would probably do or say something to embarrass me, she always did. As it turned out she played it cool. At first I was blushing so much that I was thankful for the tan I was getting. It hid the flush on my cheeks. When she began to discuss his profession, Medicine, he became very interested. And when he found out that Kelly's grandfather was a famous doctor and was opening a research project funded by one of the major pharmaceutical companies, his interest began to really show. 

At some point he mentioned that he had always wanted to be on a research team and asked her if she could arrange a meeting with her grandfather. That was the edge Kelly was looking for.

"Sure, I can do that. Why don't you come on up to our suite later this evening and we can discuss it over a drink? And this time I'll be sure Patty locks the door." 

She did it. She can't stop embarrassing me and again she had done it. But now the bait had been taken and she would blackmail him into having sex with us or he could forget about the introduction she had promised. She would arrange a night of sex that he couldn't really refuse if he wanted to further his career. And he didn't even suspect what he would have to do in exchange for her promised favor.

By nine that evening we had both showered and gotten ourselves ready. Neither of us wore bras or panties and we each had put on tight fitting short skirts and blouses that opened down the front. We had agreed that I would go first and although I was more interested in Blake than toys, Kelly had hidden several out of sight, ready to be used if necessary.

About nine twenty he knocked on the door and I let him in. I wanted to draw his lips down to mine but chickened out and just took his hand and led him in. He was dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a white shirt, opened at the neck. Kelly brought drinks over to where we had taken seats on the sofa and we began to sip them. Blake wanted to talk about meeting Kelly's grandfather but she kept changing the subject, keeping him waiting. Finally she looked directly at him and with one simple statement, started my pussy twitching.

"We want something in return for getting you in on grandpa's project Blake and you have to admit fare's fare." 

He smiled and simply asked, "sure, what do you want?" Kelly didn't put it into words at that point, but just reached out and began to open the buttons on his shirt as she nodded to me. That was my cue to begin to strip. As she undid his shirt and pulled it out of his slacks he suddenly got a funny grin on his face.

Then he asked, "Both of you?" 

Kelly nodded and whispered, Patty first, than me, for starters. It's sort of a qualification test. You know, staying power and technique. Those sorts of things." Now his smile faded and he stood up, turned away and he unfastened his belt.

Kelly was out of her clothes in a flash and as he stepped out of his slacks and began to wiggle out of his shorts, we both let out a gasp. He had the nicest buns I have ever seen and we were holding our breaths as he slowly turned towards us. 

I was had just wiggling out of my skirt when he turned completely around. Again that gasp and I swallowed hard. He wasn't erect yet, but it was easy to see what was in store when he did get hard. Even soft, he was large, and he was circumcised so it was easy to see the web of veins that seemed to wrap around his cock.

He seemed to be waiting for us to do or say something, so I got up the courage to begin. "You were a bad boy yesterday Blake. Leaving me like that. Its "get even time," wouldn't you agree?" He said nothing but stared at me, letting his gaze go from the top of my head down to my smooth pussy.

Then he nodded. And as we had arranged, I took charge, and Kelly took her position over on the thick chair in the darkened corner of the room, and watched.

"Ok Blake, lets get that cock of yours a bit firmer. Come here and stand right in front of me!" He came the few steps that separated us, and I stayed seated and leaned forward. Reaching out, I held his balls with one hand and wrapping my other hand around his warm soft cock, leaned forward and placed it between my lips. Sucking him in, I could feel him begin to swell up almost immediately, and now it was easy for me to begin sliding my lips up and down his growing shaft. 

I don't think Kelly could see what I was doing or how large he was getting, but I was becoming more and more aroused as he continued to swell in my mouth. Soon I could only take half of his cock before gagging, then seconds later no more than a third and I was bobbing my head frantically, hoping he would cum for me. About that time I heard Kelly turn on one of her toys. 

Maybe he was getting even, I don't know, but suddenly he put his hands on my head and began fucking my mouth. He was going in farther then I'd been taking him and I had to gasp for short breaths between strokes. Just about when I expected him to shoot, he pulled out and turned slightly. I grabbed for his cock wanting to put it back in my mouth, but he was out of reach and now stood sideways so both Kelly and I could see what I had created. My eyes were watering from having his huge cock down my throat but thru my blurred vision I couldn't believe how thick and rigid he had gotten. 

His cock stood up hard and seemed to point up towards the ceiling. I heard Kelly gasp and looking past him, saw her strumming her vibrating dildo in and out of her cunt as she gurgled something about wanting his cock. 

She began to moan and sob as she started to cum. It was at that moment that I lay back on the sofa and pulling Blake to me. I had thrown my right leg up so it rested over the back of the sofa while my left leg hung down to the floor. 

Blake climbed over my right leg and put his knees between my parted thighs and as I held my pussy open, he began to rub its head up and down my slippery slit. Not entering yet, but just tormenting me. And as it's head began to rub up and down across my clit I began to thrust up trying to increase the sensation.

I was so fucking hot at that point that I nearly went crazy and began to hump up even though he wasn't in yet. That was almost as exciting because the head of that thick shaft was sliding digging in and doing crazy things to my clit.

I guess Kelly was going for a second orgasm at that point, but she managed to call out to him between gasps. 

"Oh fuck, Yeah, oh yeah Blake, Fuck it! Fuck her! Give it to her! Don't play around! Ram it in deep, she likes it that way!"

I could hear her voice and yet I heard my own voice overriding hers. I wanted to cum so damn bad at that point and so close to creaming that I started to plead with him too.

I felt the muscles in my neck tighten as I strained to lift my shoulders up and stare at him. My back arched up and my legs spread even wider trying to urge his cock to find my opening and from sheer frustration my hands flew down and clutched his slippery cock and directed it downwards so his next thrust forced it in deep. I squealed and my arms flew apart and my back arched up. 

"Ooh my baby, my dear sweet baby give it to me!" He stretched me wide open and plunged in deep. I hadn't been prepared for what he did, but because I was already swollen and wet with my own milky cum, he slid in right up to his heavy balls.

For a brief moment he paused, then began to draw out before sliding back in. Now our tempo was slow and long. In, out, in, out, over and over again and since he was so thick My pussy was being drawn in and out with each stroke. That made my clit a part of the long drives and suddenly I was over the top and my screams echoed throughout the room. 

"Oh dear god. Oh yeah, fuck me baby! Hurt me! Do it! Keep me cumming! Yes, Oh yes I'm creaming all over your cock sweetheart! Give it to meeeeeeee, deep and fast nowwwwwww!" At some point I couldn't take the intense feelings any longer and simply went limp and felt my pussy contract in throbbing twitches. I was thankful that he knew enough to pause because I think I would have passed out if he made me cum again so soon.

I rolled my head to one side and saw Kelly looking down at me. She had left her corner and come over. 

She smiled down and turned to Blake. "Take it out of her and fuck my mouth so I can taste you." He smiled and slowly drew out of me. I really didn't want to surrender his cock but as he pulled out with a salacious slurping sound, I realized that he hadn't cum yet. Kelly would be disappointed I thought.

It didn't seem to bother her at all. She always did like the way my wetness tasted, but that was all she would get. His cock glistened with my cum and I watched her press her open lips hungrily over the head of his cock, forcing it deep into her mouth. Then, as she had demanded, he began to sway his hips back and forth, plunging his shaft in and out of her mouth and down her throat.

I watched in amazement as she took his cock deep in her throat without gagging. She had learned a lot in the past few years and apparently, "deep throating" was one of them. For about three minutes he fucked her mouth and still hadn't cum so I crawled over to him and began to fondle his heavy balls. I guess the combination of her sucking and my playing with his balls and ass brought it on. 

Suddenly he picked up his pace and began thrusting more rapidly into her mouth. 

He reached down and put his hands on each side of her head, and with a low growl gasped: "cumming baby, gonna give it to you any second." Then he suddenly paused and I watched Kelly's cheeks puff out as her mouth began to fill. Grunting he swayed slightly and moaned, "take it! Take it all!"

I felt his balls draw tightly up to his body as if trying to follow the streams of cum that they were flushing into Kelly's mouth. Slowly he stopped and she reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth. I reached for it and tried to quickly get my lips over it's head before he began to wane, but that proved unnecessary, he stayed hard as a rock.

I could taste the musky remains of his cum but it wasn't enough, so I released him and moved to press my lips over Kelly's. She had swallowed most of it, but I was able to feel the remaining slippery, thick fluid that clung to her tongue. 

He had taken me once, but I wanted more, yet I had promised to let Kelly have him next, so now it was my turn to sit back and watch. It was obvious that although he stayed hard, it was going to take him a while to cum again. So moving to the shadows I watched what happened next.

It was apparent that Kelly had learned a lot over the past four years and she definitely had preferences and techniques that were favorites. She took his hand and led him to the back of the couch. There she bent forward and lay over it, presenting her well rounded ass to him. 

I didn't know if she wanted him up her butt or just deep in her pussy, she never spoke, but watching Blake thrust his shaft in quickly, it was then obvious that he was taking her pussy. He stroked slowly, but very deeply, forcing her to rock forward and grunt with each thrust. 

Within a minute or so she was visibly getting close and now she moaned, "deeper, Oh shit, fuck me harder and faster!" He picked up the pace and now her breasts began to sway back and forth. She was supporting her body on extended arms but suddenly folded one arm up so she could grasp her left breast and began to squeeze its nipple. Now her gasping breath began chanting.

"Fuck, Oh fuck me. Yeah, harder, yes, oh yes just like that. Oh god it's good Blake!" 

As I watched intently, I hadn't even been conscious of my own hand kneading my dripping pussy until I felt the sticky fluid begin to make wet sounds. My need to become involved again was so urgent that my fingers plunged in and out of my hot opening. Finally I couldn't stop myself and I stood and went to stand behind him. I wanted to watch his cock drive in and out and listen to the salacious sounds it made. Completely engrossed with what they were doing, I continued to churn my own cunt to a creamy thick mess using two fingers and my thumb. Suddenly I began to erupt.

I can't remember ever having an orgasm while standing except for yesterday, and quite frankly I don't think I'd ever do it again. My legs were spread slightly, I had my right hand occupied plunging my fingers in and out while my thumb continued to wander back and forth across my clit. At that point I lost my balance. My free hand suddenly shot out for support against the back of the couch and my body began to quiver and shake.

I slowly slid to my knees but I couldn't tear my eyes off that hard slippery cock as it drove in and out of Kelly. Now I sat crumpled on my knees behind the sofa when I heard Kelly moan. 

"Now! Gimmee it now!" He moved like a machine gone wild and his ass was a blurr as he thrust in and out. She came and suddenly dropped over the back and hung there like a wet rag doll. He stayed deep in her for minutes when she suddenly lifted up. 

"Let me change. I want you to lay on your back while I ride you," she gasped . "Your going to have a mad woman on your hands if I let you keep making me cum bending over like this. Come on around and lay on the floor. I'll control things better that way."

I didn't want to seem like a baby but it was my turn and she was going to take him again. I could swear I saw Blake just shrug his shoulders as he pulled that creamy cock out of her and help her stand up. She led him around to the front of the couch and he laid down on the carpet. I pulled myself up and moved around and sat on the sofa. 

Blake lay directly in front of me with his cock resting on his abs. Kelly tossed one leg over him and dropped to her knees, straddling him. Reaching down she held his shaft up and rocking forward she lifted herself high and placed the puffy lips of her pussy over his cock and slowly slid down. 

As she leaned forward and placed both her hands on his chest, she began to rock back and forth, up and down. Blake must have seen the torment in my face because he seemed determined to satisfy her quickly and be done. 

Reaching up he grasped her nipple between his fingers and let his other hand slide, palm up, down his tummy. He was caressing and stroking her clit as she rode up and down. It reminded me of a steam engine as his cock slid in and out like a piston. She probably was trying to control herself to make it last longer, but lost it almost immediately. 

She tilted her head back as if staring at the ceiling and let out a long low sob as she began to cum. He knew it was coming and seemed intent on finishing her and watching her face. He was enjoying seeing her orgasm. 

As she fell forward, she was drooling and sobbing but he started to again plunge his cock deep into her convulsing womanhood. It was something to behold. She was moaning and shaking uncontrollably as the sounds of that cock moving in and out filled the room with a Pat, Pat, Pat beating series of thrusts.

My pussy was swollen and tender, but strangely it wasn't really uncomfortable, it simply was a feeling of awareness and need. It was an ache but not painful. It was similar to that tingling sensation I get when I play with my nipples, almost as if there were a secret connection between my breasts and my pussy. And it was something that just needed to be satisfied again. You know like an itch that needs to be scratched. 

Kelly lay atop Blake for a minute or two before he rolled her onto her side and pulled out. I think he thought that he had done his part, but he hadn't reckoned on our ability to last. When I turned and knelt on the sofa, resting my arms on its back he knew what I wanted. 

He came to me and slid his hands over my ass and then along my sides, finally reaching under me and clutching my hanging breasts.

He moved against me, and his wet shaft slid up and down my pussy looking or my vagina. Suddenly he began to part my swollen lips and move deep inside me. 

I turned my head to look back over my shoulder, and panted, "More! Again, fuck me again but this time fill me. No more playing games with me."

I think he finally realized that this was a sort of contest and I really think he wanted to prove something to himself or perhaps to us, but it didn't matter. I needed that sensation of cumming to be satisfied and I was ready for him again.

I had seen it on the x rated videos but never really understood it, but when I cried back to him to hurt me, "I want to be hurt!" He began to spank my ass. I mean he slapped my butt again and again and so help me god it made me go crazy. I was suddenly a wild animal and he was a stud with his hard shaft plunging in and out of me. 

I began to cum at closer and closer intervals. Then suddenly they all came together and I screamed out. "Baby oh baby, fuck your whore until you fill her. Give it to meeee! Shoot! Now!"

And for the second time in the evening he moaned, "yeah, Oh yea baby take it, its all yours" and he began to spurt his thick cum deep inside me.

Kelly had gotten up and made three more drinks and as I held my hand over my pussy trying to keep his cum from gushing out, we sipped them. 

As we rested on the sofa, Blake began to question Kelly about the research program and asked about contacts and such. She had calmed down and did begin to feed him information, but always held out each time he asked what she was going to recommend to her grandfather and when he was going to meet with him. She wasn't thru with Blake yet, and neither was I.

Another drink later and we were all feeling pretty good when Kelly looked at him and said: Lets all go into the bedroom. We're just warming up and that's where my toys are and we can really get to know each other more intimately." He smiled that killer smile and followed me, while Kelly brought up the rear. 

To be continued. If you want........



The Last Train



"Whew! Just made it," you think, as you nicely control the small slide to a halt on the polished floor.

You have made it onto the carriage of the last train of the night, just as the doors were closing.

As your body stops the momentum causes your bag to fall from your shoulder, it swings round and hits you in the chest. The heavy textbooks it contains cause you to exhale a loud "hummph," and you need to sit down immediately.

Luckily, as this is the last train for the evening, there are plenty of seats available and you flop down into the one closest. Getting your breath back you begin to look up to check your fellow passengers. However, your gaze only gets to the vision of beauty that is seated opposite.

As your eyes rise from the floor, where they had been looking while you were trying to get air back into your lungs, you see a pair of low high heel shoes, sensible business wear. These enclose feet that are covered in a sheer black stocking material.

You slowly rise higher and are confronted with legs that are, so far, seeming to go on forever. The bend at the knee has you pause, they are very slightly apart and the cavity between them is tantalizing. It is however too dark to make out if your are looking at stockings or pantyhose.

The pause here must have been noticed, the knees move slightly, and now there is less to view.

Your eyes continue their journey up. They now fall onto the meeting of a business skirt and a silk blouse just above the waist. The skirt provides cover for a perfectly rounded upper thigh and buttock area.

Your gaze has to move on, it now reaches the mound that is caused by the presence of two appropriately proportioned breasts covered with the silk of the blouse.

Today had to have been one of the hottest, if not the hottest, of the year so far. The vision before you has her top buttons undone to a discreet level, to allow whatever breeze there had been access.

Again not pausing too long, your roaming now falls on a long neckline that is uncovered by hair. This has been tied back into a loose bun, to probably help with the temperatures as well.

As you move your focus to her face, her dark green eyes are framed by slashes of dark auburn hair that seem to have escaped the prison of the bun. Her pert nose leads to luscious red lips that are currently formed into a small, cheeky, grin.

You smile back at her, and hope her eyes stay focused on yours. You feel a sensation in your groin that means a small peak will be appearing there anytime soon.

She smiles back, and moves slightly. You start to look around the rest of the carriage, wanting to confirm the number of other passengers, but are distracted by the vision now before you.

The movement she made has moved her knees apart again, this time a little further and the cavity between them is now allowing you access to see that it is indeed stockings she is wearing. They have a wide lacy band at the top and the thought of you running your hands over these makes the peak rise higher, and now push at the front of your shorts.

Looking back at her face you see that she is now looking at your groin area. The tip of her tongue running around her lips, bringing them to a brighter shine. She looks up, back into your eyes and mouths, "You like?" as she motions with her hands, indicating the lower part of her body.

You smile, and mouth back, "I do."

With this, she raises her buttocks off the seat and rubs, in an upward motion, the outside of her skirt to pull the fabric up. The skirt moves just enough to allow the white lace of her panties to show below the hem line. As she rocks back down into her seat her legs move apart a little more, giving an unobstructed view of her milky white inner thighs above the sheer black stocking tops and her lace pantie covered pussy.

You have to move slightly to allow your now fully hard erection to be extracted from its incarceration under your underwear. You allow your cock to extend above the elastic band of your shorts so the helmet is exposed to your traveling partner.

She forms an 'oh' with her lips, and makes small slow flicking movements with her tongue, as if she is licking the exposed tip.

You start to massage the base of your cock, through the fabric of your shorts, moving your hips slightly to increase the pressure. You feel your cock throb and widen under your shorts. More of the tip becomes exposed.

Now it is her turn. She takes her left hand and extends the fore finger placing it seductively in her mouth. She begins to move it in and out while sucking on it, as if it were your cock. After a couple of strokes she extracts the now saliva wet finger, and slowly moves it towards her pantie covered crotch. As her finger makes contact, her hips give an involuntary jerk, she throws her head back and this causes her hair to full from the bun and down over her shoulders.

You look around to make sure that this sudden movement has not caught the attention of other passengers. It does not seem to have. With the divider for the door entrance in the way, it must look like she has fallen asleep, and is just slumping back in the seat.

With her hair now free, she grabs a long tassel of it and pulls it across her mouth so she can suck on it. Her right hand then moves to the buttons on her blouse, and a couple more give up their purchase on her modesty. Her lacy bra is now exposed to you as her hand moves to massage her left breast.

She begins to move her hands over their respective places of pleasure in sync. She is soon beginning to writhe as her orgasm can not be not far away.

You now are stroking your own pleasure pole with small slow strokes that cover the exposed tip. With the other hand you start to give your balls a gentle slow massage in time with your partners motions.

So that you do not make too much mess you grab the hem of your t-shirt and wrap it around the tip of your cock. As you continue to stroke, your partner is now moving her hips to met the locomotion on her panties.

She is getting so hot that her finger slips under the fabric and begins to rub her inflamed pussy lips. Her hips begin to push out against her finger wanting more. Her finger responds with harder, deeper strokes on her exposed slit.

She brings her hand up to her face again and pauses, smelling the aroma from her finger. It must be good as she now places two fingers into her mouth and gives them a working over with her tongue. They emerge wet with her saliva, and she slowly places them back on her exposed pussy lips.

Again her hips spasm, and the fingers slip between the lips. She now massages the protector of her pearl of desire and it immediately relinquishes its guard. Her fingers find her clit and she starts to massage it. She gives it gentle flicks with her finger which cause her thighs to jerk, clamping down on her hand and pressing it further into her.

She throws her head back as her motions begin to speed up on her pussy. The contractions of her stomach can be seen through the blouse and her head now jerks forward.

The hand on her breast is now working her nipple through the fabric of the bra. She gives her nipple a twist between her fingers and her arms contract into her sides in response.

As you both get closer, your pace increases, you look over and mouth, "I am cumming, you look ready. Cum with me?"

She tries to nod her confirmation, but the extra movement takes her to the point of no return. Her hips give a shudder as the first of the electric spasms radiate from her lower abdomen. Her stomach muscles pulsate and her head is jerked forward again. She releases a low moan and the spasms again cause her head to fling back, her mouth wide open, and her legs shoot apart further given an even better view to you.

As she is writhing in her ecstasy your own pleasure issues have come to the fore. You feel your cock jerk, the need to pull back from a release is all that your mind can handle. You give another stroke, this time there is no holding back. As your other hand presses down on the base of your cock, you feel the cum pulse under your fingers. You try to hold back, it is no use, you cum with a grunt of your own.

The sticky paste fills the little pouch of the t-shirt wrapping your cock. Your legs jerk with a contraction down the back of the calves, pointing your toes towards your partner. Another pulse, it is no use trying to hold this one back, you are too far gone, another spurt of cum is ejaculated. Your muscles relax.

As you come down from your rush, your buttocks fall back into the seat, and you look over at your traveling partner.

She has also finished her spasms, and is now moving to button up her blouse, and push her skirt back into place.

As she shimmies her butt, to allow the skirt to move, you see the dark wet spot on her panties, and feel totally satisfied.

You tidy yourself as much as possible, as the train starts to pull into the station, as you get up from your seat to leave you finally speak, "That OK for you Honeybun?"

"It was Sweetcakes," she replies, "See you tomorrow night, same time, same place?"

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Thanks to VenusD and mmmyes for having a look over this story before submission. Luv you Ladies...



The Last Train North



Walking through the train I looked around the at the mix of people on board. There were business men and women, party goers, fathers, mothers, teens and young adults. The last train north on a Friday night always had a good mix of everyone. And me being a people watcher I loved this journey. Seeing couples too aroused to wait till they got home. Or the working girl or rent boy trying to land that last trick of the night. It sometimes felt like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah. The whole train smelled of sex. I found myself a seat towards the back of the train, facing the front so I could see people coming and going. I'm there to watch, to hunt, to find the people that want no strings hook ups. Some call me a pervert. I like to think of myself as an opportunist. 

Sometimes all I get is a show, maybe it's a lady opening her legs to show off her knickers, sometimes it's a well hung guy stroking himself or a couple getting frisky. But then there are the times I'm lucky enough to find someone that dares take things further. Like the guy who blew me and 3 other guys in the back seats of a nearly empty first class carriage, or the woman that handed me a note the 4th time she pass to go to the toilet, that just said "follow me". 

It all started last year. I was sitting alone reading my paper when I felt someone was watching me, I looked over the top and saw a young girl, 18, dressed in a leather jacket with a crop top underneath and a micro mini skirt and high heels, staring right at me with a lustful look in her eyes that made me uncomfortable. I tried to return to reading but she then sat right next to me, almost on me. I looked at her and she smiled, I nervously smiled back as she put her hand on my leg and slowly started to rub further and further up towards my straining crotch. I lay my paper over my lap to hide what she was doing from anyone that might pass by, but a quick look around told me we were very much alone. Her hand had found her prize and her fingers expertly unzipped and freed my hard cock from my pants and soon she was jerking me off, still smiling as my breath became faster and sharper. 

I knew she knew I was close, but didn't expect what she did next. With her free hand she threw my paper from my lap across the carriage and bent forward and sank to her knees without missing a stroke. Her mouth took over from where her hand left off and I gasped as my orgasm thundered from my cock, filling her mouth with jizz. She kept sucking me as the last of my cum dribbled from my semi hard member, then with a final kiss she quickly replaced my cock stood up and walked away from my seat. I was in shock as the train rolled to a stop in my station and had to race to the exit. It wasn't till I was at my front door that I realised my fly was still wide open.

That was the first time anything like that had happened to me, but it wasn't the last. The week after, again sat alone reading my paper, the carriage door opened and a tall slim business woman walked past looking down at me as she went. I glanced up at her and smiled. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, she worn a smart pinstripe jacket and short skirt, black nylons and heels. She stopped. She didn't return my smile, she just looked at me, assessed me, then flicked her head in a, come with me kinda way. I looked around then stood and followed her. I stopped as she entered the toilet thinking I'd misread the flick of her head. But she turned and waved me inside. I quickly stepped inside and locked the door. She grabbed and kissed me with a passion, our tongues fighting in each other's mouths, our hands groping each other, she pulled at my belt as I pulled her skirt up to her waist. 

Exposing her stockings and bare ass, pushing her against the sink. My cock stood straight out as she lifted one leg then the other, wrapping them round my waist and guided me inside her wet pussy. Her warmth covered my whole cock as she gasped and mashed her lips against mine. I slowly entered her, till I felt my balls kissed by her pussy lips. Her nails gripped my backside causing me to cry out and pull her head back by her hair, she gasped as I started to slam myself into her as hard as I could, mashing her lips into mine we kissed more as I fucked into her hot cunt. I felt my cum boiling in my balls as I pulled out and spun her round, bending her forward and spearing her back onto my cock. Moans and the sound of her sloppy cunt filled the small toilet. She pushed back to meet my thrust. Sweat covered us both as I leaned over and gasped in her ear, "I'm gonna cum!" 

Harder and faster she slammed back onto my cock as l lost the battle and my first blast of cum coated her insides. I pulled out as my second blast hit her pussy lips dripping onto her stocking tops as she turned round, dropped to her knees engulfing me as my third and fourth blast filled her mouth. I stood resting against the wall panting hard as she sucked out the last of my cum and licked me clean. She looked me in the eye as she swallowed, stood up pulled her skirt down without cleaning herself and then kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked as she opened the door and left.

Within a week I'd had an amazing blow job and fuck with two different women.

I love this train.



The Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth



With gratitude and apologies to Fredrick Brown, and those who preceded him. TW

It was still Halloween. Barely.

The Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth knocked on the door of the Evil Grown-up.

Knock-knock!

The Evil Grown-up sat in his living-room half-asleep, thinking deliciously evil thoughts. Visions of apples hiding razor-blades, gooey candy bars hiding sewing needles and s'mores laced with broken glass danced in his head. And in the basket at his feet, ready for a trick-or-treater, were all of those delicacies and more. The Evil Grown-up was a very wealthy man, yet he had no friends. Instead, he surrounded himself with very expensive art. His collection of Dali paintings hung on the walls and his Giacometti sculptures cast grotesque shadows across the room.

Knock-knock!

The Evil Grown-up stirred. Was this a trick-or-treater at last? At, what, 5 minutes to 12 someone was finally knocking at his door? An evil grin opened, like a raven spreading its wings, across the face of the Evil Grown-up. Slowly he stood, and slowly he lifted the basket of treats, and slowly he walked to the door. The raven's wings that were his evil grin spread wider. Yellowed teeth shone between the Evil Grown-up's blackened lips. Heavily made-up eyelids rose to meet their waxy, blackened brows, and pinpoint pupils danced in jaundiced eyes that were rat's nests of capillaries. And the Evil Grown-up pulled on a mask that was not only a mask, but a perfect representation of his own hideous Evil Grown-up face. Oh, how he loved the thrill of removing his mask that was not a mask, just to see the terror on trick-or-treaters' faces. How they used to run into the night, their bags crammed with his razor-blade apples, broken-glass s'mores and sewing-needle candy bars.

Knock-knock! Knock-knock!

Slowly, the Evil Grown-up swung open the heavy wooden door. The silence of its opening was far more menacing than any squealing, creaking, groaning complaint that ever issued from the hinges of any door you've ever heard, or feared that you might hear.

The very silence of the jamb said "This house is ready for you, Trick-or-Treater!"

"Trick or treat!" sang the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth. "Trick or treat!"

"My, my!" said the Evil Grown-up. "You must be the last trick-or-treater on Earth! You're certainly the only one so far tonight, and there were only two last year. I wonder what is becoming of the trick-or-treaters!" The Evil Grown-up was pretty sure he knew the answer to his own question.

"I am. I'm the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth," said the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth. "So many of the other trick-or-treaters were hurt by Evil Grown-ups that all the little kids just stay home now."

The Evil Grown-up looked down at the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth; actually looked. Actually saw. And said, "My goodness, what a scary mask you are wearing, little boy. Or are you a little girl?"

"Does it really matter?" said the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth from behind the scary mask.

"No, I suppose not. Not to me, anyway. You're all pretty much the same to me."

"Not 'all,' sir. There's just me, remember? I'm the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth."

"Fine. But tell me about that mask, little person. It seems to have two mouths, one on the left and one on the right. What sort of mask is that?"

"It's a Space Alien mask. I'm a Space Alien. Last year I dressed up something else. And the years before that, many other things. Just like all trick or treaters."

"You think you're a Space Alien," whispered the Evil Grown-up to himself. "Prepare to be a late Space Alien."

And aloud, the Evil Grown-up said, "And the mouth on the left has voluptuous red feminine lips, while the other mouth has thin, masculine lips."

"That's how it is with us Space Aliens," said the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth. "We have two mouths and any number of stomachs. Never fewer than four."

"You don't sound like a child anymore," said the Evil Grown-up. "Just how old are you?"

"Does it really matter?" said the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth.

"I suppose not. Not to me, certainly. But look, this is becoming tedious. Let me give you some apples and some candy bars and send you on your way. It's late, and no one else is coming, so you are welcome to take them all." And the raven behind the Evil Grown-up's mask spread its wings as far as wings can spread and as far as evil grins can stretch.

"OK, but first I have a treat for you," said the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth. "I'm going to give you the blowjob of a lifetime. What do you say?"

In all his years of mistreating trick-or-treaters, the Evil Grown-up had never been offered any treat, much less a treat like this. And, he had to admit, it had been years and years, more years than he could remember, since anyone, of any age or any gender, had shown an interest in pleasuring his member.

But his member remembered. And swiftly it rose to attention.

Some tiny part of the Evil Grown-up's mind was still considering the wisdom of accepting this offer, even as the rest of his mind was occupied by the sound of the tug on his zipper, the feeling of the hand thrust through the opening and through the front of his boxers, and gripping his oh-so-attentive male part and extracting it through the parted front of his trousers and placing it ever so gently between the voluptuous red lips of the female side of the mask.

As the tender, gentle pulling and pushing, sliding and licking began, then became more vigorous, more assertive, more clearly goal-oriented, some spasm of long-dormant conscience, or perhaps simple prurience, exerted itself, and he asked through his ever louder panting and moaning, "Please, tell me how old you are."

"About 357 of your Earth years," said the mouth that was not occupied with his member. "And now, if you will excuse me, I will bring up some of the treats to which you have treated me over the last few years." And the little hands that had grasped his buttocks became like talons of steel that would not let him go.

And up from the depths of no fewer than four stomachs, and into the mouth behind those voluptuous lips, came sewing needles and broken glass and razor blades, some made dull and ragged by years of exposure to alien stomach acid.

And the Evil Grown-up screamed and screamed, and the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth began to blow and blow, and gases of unearthly origin flowed through innumerable punctures into bladder and balls and veins and arteries, until the Evil Grown-up began to look more like an evil dirigible than a human being. And the Last Trick-or-Treater on Earth released the Evil Grown-up, and the Evil Grown-up deflated, his skin stretched and distorted almost beyond recognition. And just alive enough to realize how much he must resemble a Giacometti inside a Dali-esque puddle of skin on his own porch.

And the raven-smile behind his mask folded its wings, as if to say, "Nevermore." 



The Last Trip



Author's note: This is a true story.

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With the end of winter comes spring and the call for all creatures to mate. Tom's calling came via Ma Bell every night when he called Cathy to read a bedtime story to her. Now these aren't your regular bedtime stories mind you they are the erotic fantasies they both shared. Tom was just a few days away from heading east to share the rest of his life with Cathy so he wanted to make the last call before leaving special. He searched the Internet over looking for just the right story, after several hours of reading he found the perfect one.

"Hello lover" Cathy cooed into the receiver.

"My love I miss you so, I dream of the day when we can hold each other again and my mind is filled with thoughts of our love making. Now sit back my love and listen to the words I speak for they convey my thought in every way.

Tom read the words with love and emotion, he listened as Cathy's breathing quickened when he started reading about the gentle caresses being given to the feet of the woman in the story.

"His fingers slowly caressed the bottoms of her foot, letting his finger nail slowly and softly slide from her heel to the tip of her big toe making her shiver with passion. His lips touched her toe just as his fingers curled around her foot. He sucked each toe lovingly letting his tongue glide across her skin. He inhaled deeply taking in the sweet scent of the oil he rubbed into her flesh while his tongue teased her toes. His hands worked miracles as they soothed her into a state of relaxation and excitement." 

"Oh God Tom! Would you do that for me?" Cathy purred

"Oh baby you know I will and more" he said

"Tom? I don't think I can wait two more days! I need you now my love!" she begged feeling her body respond to the words he spoke.

"Go ahead baby, let yourself go! Let me help you relieve the passion building inside you."

Her breathing became more noticeable as he read more of the steamy lines to her. He knew Cathy was masturbating from the sounds and could only imagine the site of her naked with her favorite toy pleasing her in his place. Every word he spoke made his cock grow thinking of the passion she had for him and her sultry voice moaning from pleasure. Cathy moaned louder when he began reading how the mans cock pounded his lovers pussy with long deep thrusts. He tried to keep his mind on what he was saying, but her moans, and the sounds on the other end of the phone were driving him crazy. His hand went to his now hard cock and tried to relieve the straining member so maybe he could finish the story in some comfort. Cathy cried out into the receiver as she felt the orgasm Tom read about tear through her body. She panted as her body convulsed for the passion she had built up inside. Tom smiled to himself knowing she would fall asleep soon and that in a few days he would be the one making her orgasm.

"Oh Tom, that was the best story ever! I loved it!" she panted into the receiver.

"I picked it out just for you my love. Now sleep my pet and the next time we speak we will be in each others arms." He said rubbing his swollen cock.

The trip to Virginia would be hard for Tom, his ratty old Ford was on its last leg, and he hoped it would make the long trip without breaking down. He loaded the old girl up with care making sure his computer was packed safely so that if something happened it would be out of sight. He couldn't bare to think about it being damaged or stolen. He walked around the apartment for the last time making sure he had everything he wanted to take before heading down the stairs to leave. He stopped at the last step, his mind wondered if he was doing the right thing. He looked around the neighborhood for the last time as he stepped towards the car. He wouldn't see this place again for a long time and took a mental picture before turning the key and hearing the old Ford rumble to life. The motor stumbled as he backed from the driveway, he cussed it like always, and it finally smoothed out about a mile down the road. 

Tom spent the next two days driving and thinking. Was he doing the right thing? Could he be wrong in thinking that Cathy was the perfect mate for him? After all he did have some pretty wild ideas when it came to sex, he liked it all , and from what he thought so did she. 

"Ohio! Shit I hope this damn car doesn't break down in Ohio! He said under his breath as he passed the state line.

With just a few hundred miles to go he back off the gas a little and kept his speed to just around sixty. He was ahead of schedule so he could afford to take his time and enjoy the scenery. He wondered if Cathy was online playing Ali Baba slots right now, that's was where they met and where all their friends came to chat and have fun. He grinned thinking about the people in the room and how they helped Cathy and him get together. He also wondered if thing would be the same after he moved in with Cathy. Would they change towards him? Would they still show the love to them both knowing they were now attached? He drove on letting his thoughts keep him company, he had no other choice the radio crapped out last night just before he stopped at the motel for some sleep which he needed badly.

Time passed slowly and he felt the old car start to whine just as he passed the Virginia line. He patted the dashboard as if giving the old girl encouragement and slowed down a little more. Just a little farther baby and you will be home, please don't die yet! He pulled into the next gas station and filled up for the last time, checked the oil, and added a couple quarts. Every thing looked good so he jumped in with renewed vigor and headed down the Interstate singing to himself.

Cathy was becoming more and more nervous as the hours passed, she had figured he would be there around five that evening and it was already four. She got online knowing that all her friends would be in the room and they could help her remain calm. 

"{{{{{{Dak}}}}}}…… {{{{{Barb}}}}…{{{{{Abita}}}}…..{{{{{SWM}}}}}…..{{{{Roger}}}}}….{{{{{MP}}}}….

{{{{ Lance}}}}……{{{{{{Greg}}}}}….{{{{{roomies}}}}}}" she greeted the room as always as if nothing was wrong. 

"Is Tom there yet hun?" Dak asked.

"Not yet, I expect him any time now if that old piece of shit doesn't die…..lmao" Cathy typed thinking how ease that could happen.

"Relax Cathy he will make it." Lance said.

"Keep the faith brat! That old Ford has a few more miles left in it. I think….LOL…" Greg said with a smile.

"I sure hope so! I've seen that car and it doesn't have a lot left in its favor right now…lmao" Cathy said laughing at the mental image she had of that car.

"OMG!!!!! Brb…..I think I heard a car outside!" Cathy told the room with hopes it was Tom.

"Never mind it's just my sister checking to see if he made yet or not. My heart almost jumped out of my skin!" she said as her eyes watered from the stress.

"I think I'll go and fix something to eat. I can't stand this waiting shit!" she said before hugging all the people in the room.

If he doesn't get here soon I'll have a heart attack, she thought as she fixed dinner. Lets see now, I cleaned the house, changed the sheets, and washed the tub. Oh well nothing to do now but wait damnit! 

She didn't hear his car pull into the driveway and the reason is it quit running just as he turned in. With a big puff of smoke it died right then and there. Tom sat there smiling looking up at the heavens and said in a low voice.

"Thank you!"

He walked to the door and started to knock when he had a wicked thought. Opening the door as quit as he could he peeked around the edge of the door to an empty room. Good he thought she is not in here, he walk into the living room and peeked into the kitchen. There she is standing at the sink with her head in her hands, Tom enjoyed the view of her ass sticking out as she bent over resting on her elbows. He sneaked slowly up behind her and with a gentle touch he turned her around. Cathy's eyes opened wide somewhat shocked and then total surprise.

"You bastard don't ever scare me like that again!" she said throwing her arms around his neck.

"Get use to it baby I am going to surprise you everyday with something." He said as their lips crushed each others in a powerful passionate kiss.

Tom reach down sweeping Cathy off her feet, their lips never parted, and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down softly before breaking the kiss, he bent down removed her shoes and began to kiss her feet. He slowly kissed his way up her bare leg massaging her calf's as he went. Cathy moaned softly as his lips caressed her legs, she felt his hand reach up under her dress and tug gently on her panties. She raised her hips just enough to allow them to be removed. Toms nibbled on her inner thigh as he pulled the panties off throwing them aside. He could smell her excitement as his face came closer to her womanhood. Her clit stood out waiting for his attention, and a small drop of moisture glistened as it seeped out of her. Tom's tongue licked her soft folds opening her love box, it dipped into her tasting her sweet nectar and making her gasp for air. She held his head against her swollen pussy lips, her breath became faster as he slipped his tongue deep into her wet pussy. Tom's lips grasped her swollen love button and started flicking it with his tongue, her legs jerked with each stroke making Cathy cry out as she felt her body explode into orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my God Yes! You're driving me crazy!" she screamed as Tom's tongue drove deep inside her. Her body jerked with the intense orgasm that rocked her. She pulled his hair trying to pull him deeper as the orgasm continued to hold her hostage. Tom felt her muscles contract around his tongue and he sucked harder trying to drink down every drop of her cum. Cathy couldn't stand it another second! She wanted him and she wanted him now! 

"Fuck me now!" she demanded

"I'll fuck you baby! I'll fuck you hard and fast! Then I'm going to eat you alive." He said dropping his pants and kicking them out of the way.

Tom's cock stood straight out, he grasped it between his fingers, and pointed the swollen member at her wet pussy. Cathy looked him in the eyes and screamed.

"I need it now! Fuck me now damnit!"

Tom didn't say a word, he smiled wickedly as he plunged his cock into her waiting pussy. Cathy screamed out in pleasure as his cock filled her full, she pushed her hips back at him trying to take his cock deeper, but Tom had other ideas. He pulled back slightly, only allowing her to get about half his cock inside her wanting pussy. He grinned as he slowly pushed it deeper and then pulled back quickly. Cathy looked him in the eyes.

"This is no time to be stingy! I want it all damnit!" she said with a smile

Tom smiled as he let his hips drive forward hard driving his cock into her. He watched her eyes close slightly as he filled her pussy with hot man meat. She had a look of complete contentment as he started pounding his cock into her. She moaned louder with each thrust, she bucked her hips against his. He watch her face strain as her orgasm began to build, Tom felt his own orgasm starting to erupt and wanted to hold back but it was no use. He held her tightly as he shot his steamy load of cum deep inside her, he felt her pussy tighten around his cock holding him deep inside her as her orgasm crashed through her body. She bucked harder and he rammed his cock so hard and fast that the sound of their bodies made a slapping sound with each stroke. Cathy cried out loudly.

"Fuck me! Oh God Fuck me baby!"

Tom did as he was told and slammed his cock inside her with all the force he had. Cathy finally opened her eyes and smiled at him the way only lover knows. Tom slowed his pace smiling back at her. They laid in each other arms gasping for breath as they recovered from the emotional and physical drain they just experienced. Tom whispered into her ear.

"I love you baby! I love you more than anything in this world. Teach me your pleasures and I will teach you mine. He kissed her passionately as they held each other until they regained the strength to move.

Cathy smiled telling Tom we need to let everyone know you made it safely. I want to let them all know that my man has come home and that he is the Captain of my ship now. Tom smiled, he like that statement and yes he was home finally home.



The Last Tritan



Authors note: I had a really hard time deciding where to put this story, so as a friendly warning The Last Tritan is a teeny bit sci-fi, but not overwhelmingly so. If you think this is the wrong category for this story, please don't hesitate to drop me a line! Also, this story has a 'slow burn' but if you have patience I promise it will be worth it ;)

Any comments or suggestions are greatly appreciated, so don't be shy!

Xox WaterBurn

I was eighteen when the capital city of Tritan fell. With the element of surprise on their side, the fight was relatively bloodless, and over within a week. They crushed our communication network, and it was days before we even knew who our attackers were. Once we saw the black and gold banners of Caledonia however, our attempts at self defense were virtually nonexistent - they were known for being ruthless in battle. It was assumed the Caledonians had attacked Tritan for her abundant resources. And it was true - to an extent.

With the government disabled, mass panic quickly followed. Families trying desperately to escape the tattered carcass of Tritan fled to the northern country of Elora - only to find doors slammed shut in their faces. The Elorans were terrified of incurring the wrath of Caledonia. And they were right to fear. Our enemy had more than a reputation for blood lust - their elite soldiers could channel energy into the weapons they carried. Specially modified guns that could fire blasts of pure energy so hot, it burned through anything it came into contact with. They are absolutely deadly warriors, unmatched in any known arena. It was, however, obvious that using their energy guns came at the price of draining them while in the heat of battle; they used these weapons only in emergencies lending us the belief that they were not completely invincible.

But the true horror or our invasion had yet to be revealed. Renowned for our genteel natures, slight statures, fair hair and complexions, as a people we were valuable for our contribution to medical sciences and bountiful food production. The target of Caledonia's attack however, were the priestesses - Tritan women who could feel the energy of every living thing around them. The most powerful of the priestesses had the ability to manipulate things as they grew, like trees, plants and animals. They were famous healers, using their abilities to detect and diagnose ailments in their patients, and directing the body's own energy to heal any injury. As medics, they would have been invaluable on the battlefield - but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm the daughter of a Tritan politician, and though I possess the gifts of a priestess, my father forbade me from honing my craft. It seemed harsh, but he wanted the best for me and thought my intellectual talents would be wasted in a life of selfless worship. His biased decision saved my life - the priestess' temple was the first place the invaders attacked.

We realized much too late that by some cruel stroke of fate, the Caledonians could enslave a Tritan Priestess and bind her to one of their own Elite warriors. This allowed them to act as a conduit to the living energy of the world - energy only the priestess could channel. With a Tritan Priestess bound and enslaved to a Caledonian Elite, they became invincible warriors, with a limitless amount energy at their disposal. There was no chance of a rebellion after that.

But it wouldn't be a story worth telling if it ended there. I escaped the city before the fighting reached us, because my father used his position to get me to safety. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to secure the same for himself and my mother. It was the last time I saw them, and to this day, I'm not sure what happened to them. I may never know.

There were some of us who managed to find temporary safe haven in the vast old growth forest separating Tritan and Elora. We weren't rebels - just people trying desperately to avoid the nets of those hunting us. I was among those small clusters of terrified people, and though I never met another priestess, it became obvious the Caledonians wanted even the ordinary citizens of Tritan. Our unusual coloring made us highly sought after in the slaving markets across the world.

It wasn't long before the small group of terrified Tritans I was hiding with, was attacked by slavers. I imagine finding us would have been very easy; we knew nothing about survival in the forest, and even less about hiding our tracks. We had agreed however, not to have a fire, assuming the light from the flames would draw too much attention. And yet, I awoke late one evening to the merry sound of popping and crackling flames. One of the men had brought down some type of fowl, and had started a fire to cook it. The smell of fire roasted bird soon woke the remaining sleepers, and though we knew better, it was a temptation none of us could resist.

There was only enough for each of us to have a few mouthfuls of the succulent meat, but as the hot juices dripped off our fingers, I was sure it was worth it. That is, until the slavers came crashing through the brush, weapons drawn. The sounds of the camp, which moments before had been contented eating, became screams of terror as everyone scrambled for safety. It was my first good look at the dreaded Caledonians. If Tritans are known for being slight and fair, the Caledonians must also be known for having considerably large, heavily muscled frames, with dark hair and eyes.

I had but a moment to make this observation, before my impending enslavement became apparent. I was a Tritan priestess, albeit an untrained one, but I couldn't allow myself to fall into the clutches of an Elite warrior to be used against my people in such a perverse way. To my everlasting shame, and having no close relations with my fellow camp-mates, I took the opportunity the chaos offered, and slipped away. I knew I wouldn't have long before the slavers were finished subduing my countrymen, so I took to the trees. The branches of the largest trees were thick enough that I could jump from one to the other, effectively distancing myself from any incriminating trails. It was also clear the large statures of my pursuers would prevent them from following me.

I had a head start, and I wouldn't waste it. I slept the rest of that first night huddled inside a hollow log on the ground, after I had nearly fallen from a tree to my death. I woke the next morning with bugs crawling over my skin, tangled in my hair. As it turns out, sleeping in a rotting log isn't at all pest free, and far from the cleanest place I could have chosen.

Pushing aside my revulsion, I brushed away as many as I could, and listened for any sounds that could be out of place in the silence of the forest. Thankfully I could hear nothing, and carefully crawled from my hiding place into the brisk chill of early morning.

I quickly realized I was facing more problems than evading capture. If I didn't find a reliable food source, I would likely starve to death before the long winter months. Rain was frequent in Tritan, occurring on a daily basis, so water was not an issue. Being raised with the privilege of being a politician's daughter, I had never been lacking for fresh meat and vegetables, though I was certainly feeling it now. As far as I knew, starving to death wasn't even the worst of my problems. If I didn't have access to fresh fruit with vitamin C, I could develop scurvy, and all sorts of problems associated with malnutrition. Deciding I would have to deal with that as it happened, I went about creating a snare for a small animal. I had seen plenty of squirrels and rabbits as I made my plans, I just needed to catch one.

It was three days before I managed to trap anything, and by then I was weak with hunger and spent most of my time sleeping. I knew with a detached certainty I didn't have much time before I wouldn't be able to drag my tired body to safety if the slavers found me. But to my immense satisfaction, within a few hours of those dreadful thoughts, I had a plump rabbit caught in my snare. Now all I needed to do was kill the fluffy little thing. I placed the blade of my knife at the soft throat, and braced myself for the kill.

I should have closed my eyes. Instead I found myself looking into the inky black depths of this innocent creature's terrified gaze, my fingers began stroking it's soft brown fur of their own accord. It's little heart beat so fast against my palm, I began to worry it would die from fright in my hands. Realizing I ought to have been eager for it's death, my grip loosened, and with a whispered apology, I let it go.

I'd showed mercy to an animal that would have made my existence much easier. But looking into those beautiful dark eyes, and seeing the absolute terror I had recently had a taste of, I felt a certain kinship with the captured rabbit. I just couldn't bring myself to push the blade through it's soft fur and take it's life.

I was still facing imminent starvation, and now I was without the strength to check my remaining snares. The chance to change my mind had passed, and I realized sadly I was looking at the end. I collapsed on the forest floor, staring at the thick foliage and squirrels as they raced along their treetop highways. As I lay there spread eagle, I noticed the tree I was staring at had large green fruits hanging from its branches. Though I didn't recognize them, I was in quite a state of malnutrition, and was keen to try anything. Looking around, I realized there were several of the large fruits scattered across the forest floor. The squirrels certainly seemed to be enjoying them, so I hoisted myself off the ground, and reached for one. After all, I was beyond the point of caring if I died from eating a poisonous plant.

I bit into the green husk and promptly retched - the flavor and texture made it clear the thing was not for eating. Hurling the offensive fruit against the nearest tree in disgust, I watched with detachment as the green husk exploded, leaving behind an ovular black pit. Frowning in confusion, I crawled over to the palm sized pit for a closer inspection.

"A walnut!" I exclaimed, excitement lending me the energy to find two rocks. This I knew I could eat, and I bashed the walnut into smithereens in my enthusiasm. Gleefully picking the editable pieces out of the shell, I stuffed the 'meat' into my mouth, knowing without a doubt that walnuts are jam packed with nutrients, proteins, fat, and vitamins, and would keep well during the winter months. At the very least, I knew they would keep me alive.

I spent the majority of the day collecting walnuts and throwing them against trees to remove the husks. Touching them with my bare hands produced a dark brown stain that no amount of washing could remove. After I had amassed enough nuts to keep me going for a few days, it was time to find a shelter. It was at this point that I began to look on the wildlife around me with a new light.

The animals thrived in this environment, where I could barely take a step without blundering it in some way or another. So I sat and watched the squirrels and rabbits for the better part of a day, hardly daring to move for fear of disturbing them from their regular habits. I watched as they ate some plants and avoided others, as they stored food for the coming winter, and fattened themselves on the bounty of the forest.

Most importantly I watched as the squirrels darted in and out of their homes, hidden in the very hearts of the trees. My face cracked in the first genuine smile since the horror of the invasion - I had a plan.

Wandering the forest, always heading in the opposite direction of the soldiers at my back, I searched for a tree. I knew it had to be a magnificent grandfather-tree, one so old and large that I wouldn't be able to see the top, or wrap my hands around the middle. After days of searching, I finally came across the perfect specimen - an oak tree, older than living memory by several generations. It was so large its canopy blocked out the sun, creating the illusion of dusk at high noon. The branches reached far into the space of neighboring trees, and some brushed the ground, having bowed under their own weight after hundreds of years of life. If there was a more perfect tree in all of the forest, I hadn't found it in days of searching.

Climbing into the massive arms of my new home, I settled in and began to dig. I chipped away in the crook of the oak tree until there was a shallow indentation. There was enough space for me to sleep, albeit curled in a ball. I shall spare you the tedious retelling of how I carved out my home, but I became utterly obsessed with making the perfect hideaway, and spent all my time slowly digging out a small room.

It was nearly winter before I was finished, and I had just enough time to create a trapdoor for the roof. I included several nearly invisible windows to be used as ventilation shafts, so I could have a small fire when the cold of winter settled in. They would also prove invaluable should someone try and sneak up on my location.

I discovered burning walnut shells produced a brilliant, hot flame with very little smoke, and I created a small stone fireplace, so I wouldn't set my home ablaze. They were quite literally the perfect source of fuel, and with my trap door, and tight sleeping quarters, I had created a cozy little winter-proof nook.

You would find very few of my actions over the next two years interesting, but every day I remained free was a blessing, and every new skill I mastered was a treasure. I made flour out of acorns, created my own clothing, expanded my tree apartment, and created a virtual highway in the treetops - though I never shared my paradise with anyone. I had learned the risks of exposure the hard way.

There were three major events that played a role in defining who I am today. The later two spawned from the meeting of one small, battered family. The winter had just set in, and I'd spent the summer hollowing out two more trees, for use as food storage. I was on my way back from the closer tree, when I saw a small ragged group of dark haired people with olive skin. There were four of them, all throwing wild eyed glances over their shoulders.

It was clear to me they were being hunted. Pushing aside the instant kinship I felt with these people, I immediately tried to slip away, unseen. I knew the danger of traveling in large groups, and surely the slavers wouldn't be too far behind these poor people.

In my haste, I stepped on a branch, the crunch louder than thunder to the fugitives below me. Frozen, I could barely draw breath, terrified they would see me in the shadows. My fears were well founded.

"Father! There's someone in the trees!" Said a soft girlish voice in a hoarse whisper. After a moment, a man interrupted the silence of the clearing.

"Can you help us?" He said, the despair evident to everyone present. "Please?" My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I was very unaccustomed to speaking, and hadn't realized it until that moment. I cleared my throat, and tried again.

"Who are you?" Brilliant first words, to desperate people. But my head was spinning, and my hands were shaking with the need to end this conversation and flee.

"My name is Jake Trapper, and this is my family. Please, Elora has been invaded, and the slavers are after us. We need help, please, you have to-"

"Elora?" I said, taking a step forward, shocked.

"A Tritan!" Said the woman, speaking for the first time, her voice shrill in the silence of the clearing. I'd made the mistake of stepping into the light, such was my surprise to hear of Elora's invasion.

"Miss, have you been in the forest since Tritan fell?" Said Jake quietly, taking a tentative step in my direction, clearly just as surprised as I was. When I didn't answer, he rushed forward. "You have to teach us how to survive here - please. Save my children!" My eyes widened in surprise, and I stumbled back, my feet catching on some branches. Feeling the world tilt, I flung out my hands, grabbing at the tree for balance. Jake continued, as though I hadn't nearly fallen from the tree in shock. "We can help you! You have to see that." His eyes filled with tears, as he looked at me.

"I - I can't, sir, I don't know -" I stammered, crumbling under the pressure this man put on me.

"Just some food and water. Please?" We both knew the moment I gave them food and water I was trapped, but he was begging, and the dirty tear stained faces of his children stared back up at me.

"Stay hidden," I said after a lengthy pause, and melted into the foliage. My survival instincts screamed this was a mistake. Helping these people would make me vulnerable - and that made me incredibly uncomfortable. After all, it was my freedom on the line here. I had been given a choice, and though I felt trapped by Jake's sad eyes, I could easily disappear in the forest and never see them again.

"Here," I said quietly re-emerging from the semi-dark canopy, and I dropped a handmade bag full of nuts and acorn bread at his feet. "There's a small stream just through this clearing, walk through here and you can't miss it," I said pointing. His children fell on the bag, and immediately started eating the bread and cracking walnuts.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, pressing his hand to his heart.

"I don't have enough food stored up to feed everyone," I warned.

"Teach me," he said, holding eye contact. In the face of his determination to survive, I could do nothing - except agree. I nodded.

"Find somewhere to sleep tonight," I said, and turned to leave.

"Take us with you!" His wife screamed, the sound making me drop to my stomach and hug the branch in fear. After a few moments of desperately listening for the sounds of approaching slavers, I glared back at the hysterical idiot.

"Control yourself!" I hissed, anger making my thin veil of civilization disappear. Jake moved to put a hand on the woman's arm, and she jerked away from him.

"Tomorrow?" He asked, his eyes begging me to forgive her.

"I'll find you," I said, and fled. It was winter - I had no idea how these people expected me to keep them alive with no food, but I decided to try.

In the morning, I traversed my treetop highway until I came back to the place they had been. I could track them easily from the trees, and had no doubt the slavers would find it even easier to hunt them down.

"Lesson one," I said descending from my perch, my feet touching the ground for the first time in at least a week. "They can track you easily through the snow - cover your tracks." I demonstrated, as their eyes followed my every movement.

"You're clothes are funny," said the youngest boy, plucking at my pants.

"I made them," I said, more than a little uncomfortable with his proximity.

"Do they keep you warm?" Asked Jake, pulling his son closer. Luckily, they all appeared to be dressed for the weather - it had taken me months of trial and error to create the rough wool-like cloth I now wore as a sweater. I'd created it from strips of well worn plant fibers, and the threads of my old clothing. My pants were even more unique, having been fashioned from large chunks of tree bark, and the remains of my original pants. I looked like a crazy battle-ready forest nymph, and I knew it.

"Very, but I keep moving most of the day - especially when it's really cold," I replied, fidgeting. "Tell me about the war," I said abruptly, wanting some more give and take from our relationship.

"Well, after Tritan fell, we knew we were next. The Empire of Caledonia has been forcibly taking over countries for years now - we just didn't think they would come as far north as Tritan and Elora. We're peaceful, developed countries, for God's sake, and we've never had problems with the Caledonians before." He paused to eat some dried berries from the fresh bag I had brought, and continued. "Tritan fell so quickly, we didn't have a chance to help, but it gave us some time to shore up our defenses. It won't make much of a difference. Their Elites use your priestesses like supercharged batteries, and they've spent a good amount of time developing new weapons. They're unstoppable." I grimaced, and he apologized, though he couldn't have known the cause of my discomfort. "We left before they took the capital, and we've been running ever since."