0 comments/ 38186 views/ 7 favorites The Race By: Art Old age's cunning and treachery will beat youth's vigor and stamina any day. - Unknown - * * * Gabriella, John, and Paul were friends - for the most part - who lived in the northern suburbs outside of Denver, Colorado. Friendship's for the two men only went so far. They both fancied themselves as being in lust with Gabriella, though neither had managed to get to bed with her yet. The friendship ended when it came to her. Paul was just over ten years younger than John, and often goaded John by referring to him as "an old man." Recently, John had bought a new white Nissan Sentra with an automatic transmission. To Paul, this was just living proof that senility was setting in. He drove a Pontiac Trans Am with a four on the floor, something he considered to be a "real" man's car. Gabriella liked both of them, but was closer to Paul's age. Gabriella's problem was that while she liked both men, she wanted to get them both in bed - at the same time! She was afraid that if she went to bed with one first, it might end the friendship with the other. She simply played hard to get until she could come up with a solution. She never could muster the nerve to just ask them outright if they would like a threesome with her. She had tried a few very subtle innuendoes from time to time, but the two men hadn't picked up on them. One evening in June, the three were in a booth at their favorite watering hole - the Rear Inn Lounge. Gabriella told them about a business trip that she had to make to Los Angles the next day. They knew she wasn't fond of flying, and that had sparked a light-hearted debate about just how to get to LA by car, how long it would take, and the best way to get there. The real problem was the she was flying and not about to drive, no matter what "secret" route the two men could think up or how fast they thought they could make the trip. That simple fact seemed to be lost on the men. Much to Gabriella's dismay, the debate had continued. Finally she decided to put an end to it, an end that just might give her what she wanted with a little luck. Her plan meant there was the possibility of taking only one of them to bed, but it was worth it. Besides, she was getting pretty horny and either one of them would do just fine for her needs. She had no idea what either one of them would be like in bed, but she was just horny enough that she wanted to find out. She had played hard to get with them, but now it was time to let one of them have her. "Why don't you two just have a race to LA and settle it once and for all? The winner gets to have me in LA. How's that?" She left out her secret plan for them if there was a tie. "But we weren't going to LA, you are. John and I were just debating the shortest way to get there, and how long it really takes, for someone who doesn't like to fly." "Earth to Paul - I'm flying! I may not like it, but nonetheless, I'm flying. On top of that, I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so there isn't time to drive if I wanted to." "Well, it was just hypothetical anyway. What exactly did you mean by `gets to have me?'" "In bed. You know, one of your favorite subjects - SEX! Something the two of you have been trying to do for some time." Christ, he was having a slow night tonight! "Yea, I thought so, but I just wanted to be sure." John had been thinking this over for a few seconds. His car wasn't much of a road car, and certainly not much of a match for Paul's Trans Am. It was about a twenty-four-hour drive. By the time he got there, about all he would be doing with Gabriella in bed would be snoring - so much for "having her". None the less, a little light had just come on in his head. "This is Wednesday, and you're leaving tomorrow, right?" he asked, buying time more than anything. That little light was getting brighter. "Right. As I see it, you two go to work tomorrow and get the day off, and a couple more, and then leave that same evening. I' ll be done with my clients for the day on Friday, about the time the winner gets there, according to your theory of how long it takes to get there. We can have a victory dinner and then off to bed for the prize." She thought this was starting to sound like fun, but didn't really think either of them would go for it. "And the looser gets.?" Paul asked. Jesus, John thought, the guy was in idiot mode tonight. A plan had formed in John's head. He had the basics of it down. It was beginning to look like this was do-able. "What the looser in any race usually gets," he quipped, "NOTHING! And certainly not the girl." "I suppose he could have one VERY juicy woman," Gabriella said with a laugh, "Not that I think either of you two are into that." That last comment was her fishing. Fishing for one or both of them to say that they like threesomes or would consider it. She waited for either to say something, anything. Neither commented on it. "I think I'm good for this one." Paul said with a smirk. "How about you "old" man?" John thought about it just a little longer. Yes, he thought he could pull this off. He had made a wise decision buying his car. Now he was going to bag the babe and put this friend of his in his place. Paul was thinking with the wrong head again, and he was about to loose his ass. "Sure. I'm game. We'll leave tomorrow night. Say about six?" "Works for me!" Gabriella was very surprised that they had taken her up on this. She thought they would have come up with all sorts of excuses. She had accomplished one thing though, they had suddenly dropped the subject of which way was faster. They weren't about to give away any more of their secrets on how to get there quickly. But she didn't exactly have their undivided attention after that either. She could see the little wheels turning in their heads and felt she had created a couple of monsters. They weren't talking about it now, but they were thinking about it. The evening was going to be a total loss. The only plus was that she found herself getting very excited at the thought of being the prize for this race. The thought of these two men willing to drive like maniacs over that distance to spend a little time in bed with her was very flattering - and got her very turned on! Just before they all left for the evening, the three of them got a few things straight about the race. They would leave from Paul's house in Thornton. It was near the Valley Freeway and since that starting point fit into John's plans very well, he had no objection. They solved the problem of who got to LA, or more correctly Westwood Village as Gabriella pointed out, quickest by simply stopping at a particular Ralph's Supermarket and buying something. According to Gabriella, that store was located about seven blocks west of the Doubletree Inn on Wilshire Boulevard where she would be staying. The receipt from the store would have a time and date stamp on it along with the store number or location. They were to buy a single bottle of drinking water. That voided the obvious option of just picking up a discarded receipt from the ground in front of the store with a better time stamp on it. From there they would go to her hotel and ask for her at the hotel's registration desk. If she wasn't there yet, they would simply wait in the lobby until she was done with her client. If there was a big discrepancy in arrival times, she would leave a note for the looser with the front desk. It all sounded very simple. Gabriella figured there just might be a little - very little - "wiggle room" in there to declare a tie, but again, she didn't mention the word tie to the two men. John made a few phone calls as soon as he got home, and with a minimum of effort, made all the arrangements he needed to. As far as he was concerned, the race was already over and he had won; it wasn't cheap, but he had won. All he had to do was be a little careful and the prize was his. He wasn't all that excited about beating Paul, but the thought of taking Gabriella to bed really got him going. Gabriella went home and packed for the next morning's flight. She was very excited and couldn't stop thinking of the two men competing to get her into bed. No one in her life had wanted to get her into bed bad enough to do something this crazy. She, Gabriella, was the prize, and this wasn't a kitchen poker game either. She just about threw everything into her suitcase, not taking the usual care that she did when she packed. Along with the usual business attire, she put in her sexiest teddy, and other adult "toys". When the suitcase was packed, she took a shower. Still thinking of the two men, she almost got herself off in the shower, but decided to wait until she got to bed. Getting herself off tonight wasn't an option; it was absolutely necessary. She was just too horny not too. Gabriella slipped between the sheets tonight without her nightgown - just like she knew the winner of this race would want her - nude. Lying on her back, one hand went to her breast and began playing with her very erect nipples. She had no idea who would be the winner and claim her. Her other hand slid down her smooth soft body as her legs parted. Tonight she dreamed it would be a tie and they would both have her together - a threesome. She let go of her nipple and reached over to her nightstand. She had a vibrator in the drawer, the size of which was probably much like these two men - her two men. She was thinking of her men in a room with her, nude, hard, and ready for - her, as she placed the vibrator between her legs. With a little push, it parted her sex lips and slid into her. She quickly pushed it all the way in, just like one of her men would no doubt do the first time he entered her. Turning the end of the vibrator, Gabriella felt it start to vibrate. She rolled over now and drew her knees up under her, putting her bottom up in the air, leaving her chest resting on the bed. This is how they would take her she thought, one in front of her and one from behind. With the vibrator buzzing madly, she began to stroke her hard swollen clit with one hand while the other resumed playing with her nipples. When they were with her, her mouth would be filled with one of them and she hoped that one of them or both of them would be playing with her nipples; pinching them and pulling on them just the way she liked it, just like she was torturing one now. She was on her way to a very delicious orgasm. Early the next day both Paul and John managed to get the rest of that day and the next few days off from work for this little adventure. Gabriella caught her morning flight without a problem. She was wondering, most of the way out to LA, how the two men were going to manage that distance all alone and who would get there first. It had all seemed innocent enough when she had suggested it. She had even felt her nipples harden when she had first suggested that she was the prize. Now she had some reservations as she looked out the airplane window at the bleak landscape of the southwest far below. She was more worried about John than Paul. John was older all right, but he wasn't exactly driving a car built for driving like a bat out of hell for hours on end. His new little car was okay around town, but she didn't know how well it would do on the vast stretches of the open road. Paul's car was built for this sort of thing. All he had to do was keep his foot on the gas and aim it. She tried to put them both out of her mind for the rest of the flight, but it was hard to do. Once she was in LA, she caught a cab to the Doubletree Inn and dressed to meet her first client. As she looked at the bed just before leaving the hotel room, she couldn't help but wonder who would be sharing it with her the next night. Her nipples were really hard now, and she was getting wet just thinking about it. Paul got home from work and immediately went to work on his car. It was only a few years old, but for a trip this long and important, there were a few things he needed to check: the air pressure in the tires, all fluid levels, the air cleaner, and just to be sure, he replaced the spark plugs. Paul was pretty sure he could beat John without a lot of effort, but he was smart enough to know that over confidence was just asking for a disaster. He tried to take a nap just after lunch because he knew he would need some sleep, he was very keyed up and found it difficult to sleep. Mostly he just lay there on his bed and thought of Gabriella, a very nude Gabriella. When John got home from work, he simply put a suitcase in the back seat of his car, threw a map of the Western U.S. on the dash, and considered himself ready to start this race. He had the rest of the day free to run a few errands. By five that afternoon, Paul was getting anxious. He was packed and had topped off his gas tank. He couldn't wait to beat John to LA, but, like John, he was even more excited about getting into bed with Gabriella. Paul called John to make sure the race was still on; it was. Just before six, John checked himself and the car over to make sure that it looked like he was about to drive half way across the country. Once he felt that things were in order, he headed over to Paul's house. On the way he noticed that the gas gauge was on the half tank mark. Oh well, he thought, that's enough gas for what I have planned. When he arrived at Paul's house, he found Paul already in his car and waiting. "You sure you're ready for this "old" man?" Paul called out as John drove up. "Talk is cheap pal! Do you even know which coast LA is on?" "No point in wasting time. Gabriella is waiting for me and I'm horny. Let's get going." Paul waved, hit the gas, and was off. Paul's car was bigger and certainly had better acceleration, something John was counting on. They both got to the on-ramp to Interstate 25 South about the same time, but Paul managed to pull away from John in short order and promptly merged into the fast lane. He was off and running. John did his best to keep up with Paul for the first mile or so, but made sure that Paul was slowly getting further ahead. As they got close to the Mousetrap, Paul was clean out of sight. John took the off-ramp for Interstate 70 West, probably the same road Paul was on, but he wasn't exactly breaking his neck. He was just barely above the speed limit. He took an exit ramp a few miles later, and was home again in less than fifteen minutes. Soon his car was safely tucked away in the garage. Late that afternoon, Gabriella looked at her watch. It was a quarter after five California time. Her two men would probably be on the road now. She silently wished both of them well, and hoped it would be a tie. Just maybe this whole thing was a stupid idea. Still, she found it exciting that two men were competing for her favors. Paul lost sight of John before he had even turned onto Interstate 70 Westbound. He really didn't think the guy had a chance. The night air was cool in the mountains now, making it comfortable for him and certainly good for the car. He was quite sure he had it made. The "old" man was toast and the hot sexy Gabriella was going to be his - for a night anyway. Gabriella had dinner with a few of her firm's clients that evening, but spent that night alone in her hotel room. She hadn't remembered to bring her buzzing friend, so tonight a finger or two would have to do as she thought of the two men racing toward her out there in the dark. Again she lay in her bed in the nude, as she knew the winner would want her, as her fingers went to work. While Paul was out breaking his neck on the road, John got a good night's sleep. In the morning he ate breakfast and then went to work on his own car. First he removed the Colorado license plates and put them in his suitcase along with some necessary tools. Then he took the contents of his glove box and put it in a large brown envelope. Next he removed the car's windshield emissions sticker with a single edge razor blade, just the way the windshield replacement people did it, and put it on a piece of slick plastic coated paper. That went in the brown envelope along with the contents of his glove box. The brown envelope went into his suitcase along with everything else he had packed for the trip. One more phone call and he was ready to go. Twenty minutes later he was on his way. "Where to?" asked the cabby. "DIA." A bit later on Pena boulevard the cabby asked, "Which airline are you flying outa here on?" "United." "Okay, that's the West Terminal. I'll have you there shortly." Just after ten that morning John was boarding United flight 0781 to LAX. In just a little more than two hours he was in LAX. He walked up to the Avis rental car counter, introduced himself, and asked about his reservation. "Yes sir," the man behind the counter said. "We have exactly what you asked for, a white Nissan Sentra." "With an automatic transmission?" "Of course. All of our cars have automatics these days. We only carry a very few, rather expensive, specialty cars that don't have automatics." John signed the necessary papers, took the keys, and was off. The first order of business was to find Gabriella's hotel. He had little trouble finding Wilshire Boulevard, and after that, the nineteen- story hotel was easy to find. The next thing was the Ralph's Supermarket. It was easier to find than the hotel had been. As Gabriella had said, it was about seven blocks west of the hotel. It was now about one in the afternoon. What John needed now was a road under construction. Preferably one with puddles in it. It took a little longer to find anything like that, but he finally found one. Having located it, he found an obscure place to park the car. Now he removed the Colorado license plates from his own car from his suitcase and swapped them for the California plates on the rental car. Next he removed the Colorado emissions sticker from the plastic paper and placed it in the windshield. The rental car now looked exactly like his own. Finally, he removed the rental car forms and papers from the glove box, and swapped them for the contents of his car's glove box. He placed the California plates and the brown envelope under the trunk floor mat. No point in having Gabriella accidentally discover them in his suitcase should she ever have a reason to look in it. With the car now looking exactly like his own car back in Denver, he drove it up and down the dirt road, making sure he hit any and all water filled potholes, going just as fast as he dared. In less than fifteen minutes, between the dust, the water, and the mud, the car looked like it really had been driven from Colorado. Satisfied with the way the car looked, he cruised through the parking lot of Gabriella's hotel. Thankfully Paul's car wasn't there, not that he had really expected him to be there this early. He went to Ralph's and bought a small bottle of water, making sure the time stamp on the receipt was legible. All he had to do now was kill time until about six in the evening. He bought a small bottle of water every hour until about four, and then he began buying one every half-hour or so as it got closer to six. He wanted to beat Paul, but not by too much. His time had to be believable. Each time he bought the water he would glance at the hotel's parking lot to see if Paul was there. By mid afternoon, Paul was burning up the asphalt on the California desert. The way he figured it, he would at the Doubletree Inn by six easily. There was the small matter of finding that Ralph's Supermarket, but that sounded easy enough. It was on the same street as the hotel; he couldn't miss. He hadn't seen a trace of John the whole trip, but he wasn't sure what route John had planned to take anyway. John spent most of the afternoon buying bottles of water and trying to get the car dirty enough to be very convincing that he really had made the trip. He even stopped at a hamburger joint and bought a hamburger, fries, and a drink. He had very little appetite right now, so he dumped most of the food, but he tossed the wrappers on the floor of the car, building up even more evidence of a fast trip. The Race Copyright 2007 by madengineer3. All rights reserved. * "I tell you Doc, I'm afraid to go to sleep. But, at the same time I can't take much more sleeplessness! Without being melodramatic; I also feel that my sanity, my very being is at stake in this." "O.K. John, I understand what you are saying but I need to get a better feel for what terrifies you so much." "O.K. Doc, as I've told you before; the problem that sleep brings to me is that I end up facing what I can only characterize as an alternate me! I don't mean that the other me looks different from me. In fact "my shadow" (which is what I have labeled him), looks identical to me. What is different is the character, the nature, the personality of this being. He has no concept of right or wrong, no shred of compassion, and, he speaks in a sort of "sing song" squeaky voice. I have the feeling that it doesn't want me around and is biding its time to get rid of me. I am afraid for my life and sanity." "Hmmmmmmmmm. You obviously have a bass voice as opposed to a tenor or alto voice of your dream character. . Maybe sound is part of the key to this. Does your "shadow" threaten you in any way? "Not directly. I just sense a basic antagonism between "my shadow" and me. I see fleeting glimpses of pure hatred on his face. The frightening part happens when I go to leave "my shadow" and return to conscious thought. Just before waking up I have to exit the place where "my shadow" resides and the real world in which we spend our waking hours." It is as if "my shadow" senses that I am going to open the door that bars "my shadow" from his world to my world. "My shadow" doesn't seem to have the ability to open that door if I am on the other side of it. But, when I am near "my shadow's" I think he has just as much ability to open that door as I do. So far I have always managed to stay between the door and "my shadow". We always end up in a race to get to the door. The race takes place in a maze, and at first I was much faster at solving the maze than he was. However, "my shadow" is now within a step or so of me when I get to the door; and I am afraid. The last time I slept; what was it, maybe three days ago, a new twist was added to this picture. "My shadow" introduced me to a sexy young woman. The young woman wanted me to stay with her, but I ran away from her as rapidly as I could. That was the time that "my shadow" almost beat me to the door." "I think I heard you say that your shadow introduced you to a sexy young woman, but that you ran from her? Was she threatening?" "No, she wasn't directly threatening, but there was something about her that was extremely unnerving. I can't put my finger on what made me afraid, but it was real to me at that moment." "This lack of sleep has me very concerned, John. The human psyche requires a certain amount of sleep if it is going to be healthy. Sleep deprivation can do strange things to a person's mind. If you don't mind I would like to schedule a sleep study for you. In the case of this study I will set aside the time to continuously review the EEG and other monitors. Maybe we can isolate what is happening. Maybe there is some physical reason for what is happening. Would you be willing to submit to such a study?" "I don't know, Doc, I am not sure that you would be able to measure what was happening with any instruments that I am aware of. Isn't there any other way to handle this?" "Well, we could tape you during your sleep and as you wake you could record a picture of your dream in as much detail as you can. Perhaps we can get see what archetypes may be encoded in what you are dreaming." "That's a problem Doc, I don't dare go to sleep. What if ...........something happens during the sleep time? You can't see my dreams so how could you help?" "John, I am sure that you feel that there is some reality contained in these dreams. In fact these dreams may well indicate some deep seated problem from your past. I have never seen a dream actually do anyone harm. There might be a compromise position here. How about if I were to hypnotize you and have you narrate what is happening. Maybe we could get to the bottom of the problem that way." "I guess that I could go along with that, since you would be right there hearing what I am going through. Can you get me out of the hypnotized state quickly enough to stop any serious problems?" "I feel sure that I can, John. Are you willing to try it?" "Yeah, I guess that it may be the only way to resolve this problem. When, and where, do you want to do it?" "Let me make a call." The Doctor picked up the phone and dialed the number for Mercy Hospital's sleep lab. "Is Doctor Paul Jones available please, this is Doctor Ivan Reme calling." "Just a moment Doctor." "Hi Ivan, what can I do for you?" "Hi Paul, do you have one of your special sleep rooms available for tonight?" "As a matter of fact we do. Do you want both video and audio feeds?" "Yes, I will also need a chair in the room so that I can wake the patient in case of some anomaly. I'm going to put him in a hypnotic trance and see if we can get to the bottom of this series of dreams that he has had. I intend to leave him with a suggestion that he should narrate his dream and that if I speak his name he will immediately wake up and remember the dream." "We can provide the room. When do you want to start?" "How about an hour from now? He's my last patient of the day, and with tomorrow being Saturday I wouldn't be facing patients anyway. Can you be ready in that short a time?" "We'll see you then. I'll get everything set up so you can start when you arrive." "O.K. John, we're going over to Mercy Hospital right now. I've reserved a room for you where everything will be video taped from two positions and I can stay with you during your sleep. Let's see if we can't solve this thing now!" "O.K. Doc, I just hope that this can resolve the problem." "Me too, John, me too." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Are you comfortable in that bed, John?" "Mostly, Doc, it isn't like my bed at home but I am tired enough so that should make no difference." "O.K. John, I'm going to sit here and make notes. I've already given you the key suggestion that will allow you to doze off easily and will allow me to wake you on very short notice. You will also narrate your dream as you have it. Try to go to sleep. With me here you have nothing to fear." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * John found himself in a warm, quiet room. He was not alone. The woman was looking at him with love, or was it lust?, in her eyes. John had to admit that she was gorgeous! Her face was the optimum mix of all the pretty faces that he had ever seen. Her body was as perfect as any that he had ever seen. To top it off, she was wearing a micro-bikini that left nothing much to the imagination. John looked around and could not see his alter ego. He sensed no danger. The girl was receiving almost his entire attention. "Hi John, why did you run away from me last time? I'm not going to bite you, unless that is one of your fantasies. By the way, you can call me Helen. I'm a but older than I look. I was the reason for the battles around ancient Troy. But, you know all about that from reading Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. I've always found it funny that people assume that those works are only fiction, when they are almost pure fact." "What do you want with me, Helen. I'm just a simple man and I'm not yet sure of what you are." "It has been so long since a mortal man has made love to me that I decided to ask you to help remove my frustration." She moved close to John, and gave him the most moving kiss that he had ever received. John's head was now focused on only one thing, this beautiful creature who was now in his arms. "What would you like me to do, Helen. Is there anything that you most desire or need?" "Just cuddle with me and then make love to me. I have studied you over the years and am very happy with how you treat women. Make me feel totally alive again!" "I'd love to. Is there a comfortable couch or bed where we could relax?" "Yes, follow me." And follow her he did. The room was adorned with flowers and a wonderful bed that was both soft and supportive at the same time. John and Helen lay down on the bed and started to manually excite each other. "Helen, do you bring people here very often?" "No, the last one who spent such time with me was named Dr. Faust. He really received more pleasure than he had believed possible. Unfortunately, due to some business dealings he had made, he was only able to stay with me for a little while. You, on the other hand, haven't made such deals so you and I can take our pleasure slowly. It's always better when it is slow and exciting." John had already removed the bikini from Helen just as she had removed his clothes. They were running their hands all over each other's bodies. John had never been so mentally relaxed and physically excited. Helen started to orally stimulate John's cock. John was beside himself with pleasure. I'm sure you can remember the times when lovemaking that your mind all but shuts down to allow the incredible pleasure to roll over you like large waves crashing on the beach. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Doctor Ivan Reme had been observing John for about an hour now. The Doctor could see, from the tenting of the sheet, that John was having a "wet dream".. John, he was sure was not in fear at this instant. John was startled to hear a voice calling to him, seemingly from a great distance. In the distance he saw his "shadow" standing next to the door out of his inner world. Sudden fear gripped John's heart. He screamed for help, but Helen held him fast. While he watched she turned into decayed flesh and bones. Her skeleton grin seemed to mock him. Doctor Ream was startled by the sound of that desperate scream. He said the key word to John to wake him up. "John, what happened? What made you scream?" "Nothing's wrong Doc, I think all my sleep problems have ended for good!" said the "sing song" squeaky voice. Doctor Reme was suddenly very cold and very afraid. The Race Prelude As it had for unknown millions of years the chunk of rock tumbled had tumbled through the vast emptiness. This asteroid was different however, not for what it was but for what it contained. Within the pod slept a creature. After the destruction of its ship in the black void between stars it had drifted dormant, sleeping away the millennia in a state of hibernation. Even in hibernation all that remained was a seed, a shadow of former life waiting to be born again. It had been drifting so long that it didn't remember where it had come from. The long eons had drained it from intelligent sentience to its current state not conscious but simply existing as everything but its unending hunger faded away. Waiting through the endless years the being endured until finally something began to change. The distant brush of light and radiation of deep space began to give way as the heat of a nearby sun warmed it ever so slightly. As it had uncounted times before the seed drifted through a solar system, leaving deep space. Even within a system there was a vast emptiness, hundreds of times it had coasted through systems much like this one, so close to living planets and yet unable to reach them, helplessly flying onward and returning to the endless night it seemed forever condemned to drift. This time was different. Countless eons after it had been cast adrift, long enough that it may be the only survivor of its species, it began to awaken. The faint brush of gravity played across the surface of its escape vessel. Opening its senses it discovered a living, vibrant world, a blue and green jewel of a planet. A planet which had captured its pod in orbit. With an instinctive thought the creature sent the pod falling toward the planet below, summoning the last of its vessel's energy in a final effort to reach a living planet. The remaining energy was enough, barely, and the long fall downward began. As the pitted shell of the escape vessel began to glow with the heat of atmospheric reentry the creature sensed a ready supply of sentient life energy below. For the first time in its long memory it could feed. It fell through the atmosphere, friction heating its outer surface until it became a blazing spear plummeting downwards. In fire it was reborn. Rock burned away and stripped of its concealment the true nature of the seed was revealed. A mixture of organic and metallic components merged together making it nearly impossible to determine where one ended and the other began. This however was merely a shell intended to protect the true cargo within. At the moment of impact the cool evening air of an Arizona desert night was split by a flash of light which burned brighter than the noon-day sun. After the light faded came the blast in a hellish of blowing wind and thunderous sound. Like the light this too faded away and slowly the desert night returned to normal as if nothing had happened. * * * Landing + 6 hours Family vacation was a joke. Rather than doing something interesting they came out here where her father could take his photos of "the beautiful scenic landscape and rock formations that you will one day gain appreciation for young woman." What ended up happening was that she, her mother and her sister would end up huddled in their RV, listening to the generator laboring outside as it struggled to run the air conditioners and the TV. Just like staying at home but not nearly as comfortable, no mall, no friends and no parties. If her father's pictures were really so great then maybe he would have been able to make some money at it rather than becoming just another mindless office drone to pay the bills. For any 19 year-old girl this vacation was torture. For a popular, attractive 19 year-old who was the school's head cheerleader and defined the term "social butterfly" it was something far worse, solitary confinement. Stopping to lean against a tall rock Beth took momentary advantage of the small amount of shade it provided and wipe the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. If was unreal how hot it was getting even this early in the day under the relentless desert sun. At least she was sure to get a killer tan that would make her the envy of her friends. Normally she wouldn't be out here, instead watching Regis and Kelly with her mother and sister except for the light in the sky and the thunderous crash she had heard last night. Lightning her father had said, despite the clear night sky with the stars shining down without a hint of a single cloud. Beth had another idea. It was one of those meteors her science teacher Mr. Stewart was always going on and on about. With nothing better to do she had set out to find it. It might be worth something to the local college. If nothing else the science geeks would probably be will to part with a little cash for a chunk of "real moon rock", enough at least to buy some beer and a new outfit to drink it in. Taking a small drink from her water bottle she set off once again. After another half hour of walking upon cresting a small rise her pretty face lit up with a look of satisfaction. This must be it! Before her was a crater nearly 100 feet across. It was obviously new as the desert sand around it was furrowed and disturbed where rocks and boulders thrown by the impact had skipped across the landscape. Beth climbed carefully over the shattered rock, carefully balancing herself and ready to catch herself if she began to fall. Her eyes widened as she drew close enough to see what lay in the crater awaiting her. In the bottom of the crater wasn't a meteor, it was something out of a science fiction movie. A greedy smile curled her lush lips as images of how much an actual alien artifact would get her compared to a mere rock and she scrambled forward to reach her prize. In her haste to reach the pod Beth disregarded the sense of caution that had so far brought her safely across the shattered floor of the crater and almost inevitably lost her balance when a piece of shattered rock shifted beneath her right foot. With a sudden cry of surprise she tumbled to the ground. When she hit a shot of pain filled her head and darkness overtook her. Beth laid on the ground, stunned by the fall and only feed from the pod. A thin rivulet of blood flowed down her pretty face from a cut high on her forehead. Suddenly movement began within the pod, unnoticed by the dazed girl. With a wet crunch the chitinous outer shell cracked open with a hiss of equalizing pressure and a puff of cloudy gases. Within the pod the alien quivered with delight. Host was near! It had been so very long without a host, drifting alone in the cold void, kept carefully at the edge of death by the organic systems of the pod. But now the wait was over. The pod had descended to a habitable environment and detected a suitable host being nearby. Several whisker thin stalks emerged from the pod and waved gently in the air as the alien tasted its new environment for the first time. The atmosphere was rich in oxygen and bore the tell tale traces of early technical civilization. The stalks turned to focus on the warm object lying near the pod. The alien was filled with gleeful anticipation at the thought of bonding with this host. Slowly spaghetti thin manipulative tendrils reached out from the pod and wriggled along the rocky ground toward Beth. As the first touch it quivered and shook as the sensory organs which covered. Within it thousands of biochemical processes began, analyzing Beth's DNA and initiating the changes which would allow it to conform to her bodily chemistry so that the process of taking her as host would not kill her. Despite its current non-sentience its being vibrated with delight as information continued to flow in from its sensory organs. These being will make excellent hosts. They lacked any meaningful defenses against biological takeover and possessed a sturdy physical structure that would be quite easy to modify. The alien gathered its worm-like body and flowed partway out of the protective pod that had housed it for so long. Thicker grasping tentacles moved slowly to grasp Beth's semiconscious body, lifting her into the air and drawing her carefully into the pod. With a wet crunch the pod closed, protecting the creature and its valuable host form while it set about taking her. While her body had value the true prize was her mind. Time had stolen its own sentience leaving only instinct. To succeed it needed far more than hunger and feral cunning. It needed intelligence. It needed thought and self awareness. Without these things the sentient host forms would quickly discover its activities and destroy it. It could not allow that to happen. When Beth regained consciousness it was already inside her mind. Subsuming her and taking what it wanted, picking through her thoughts and memories, probing at the very core of her being and cutting her mind apart with a touch which was both delicate and irresistible. Already so much of Beth was gone, drawn into the incredibly alien presence There was just enough of her left to be surprised at just how good it felt as her mind was consumed by her new owner before oblivion swept her away. When the pod finally opened it had seen two light periods of this planet's yellow sun pass. To the east the horizon was just beginning to brighten with the promise of sunrise as dawn approached. With new hosts the process would be much quicker, most of the time had been spent analyzing the host human's body. Once that was done it was a relatively simple matter to modify the host form to efficiently fulfill its needs. With a sticky wet sound the pod disgorged Beth's slime covered body. She lay completely nude on the rocky ground surrounding the body, her teenage body glistening in the moonlight. The pod closed again and there wasn't a single sound in the bottom of the crater. Beth twitched and her eyes sprung open. Rolling onto her side she coughed up the slime that fill her airway and drew a deep breath of the cool night air. Beth rose to her feet and stretched before taking a few cautious steps as she grew familiar with her new body. Looking down at that body, naked, nubile and glistening she realized that she would have to acquire some clothing. Sparing one last glance back at the pod which had so changed her Beth began working her way upwards out of the crater, bounding from one rock to another in a series of inhuman leaps. Already genetic memories were making themselves known to her new mind. Ancient knowledge of how to hunt, how to seduce, how to survive, how to reproduce. Most important of all was the final piece of knowledge which made itself known as she realized the insatiable hunger which filled the core of her new being. How to feed. * * * Landing + 3 days 2 hours Mike was thoroughly discouraged as he leaned back against the rock, closing his eyes and trying to enjoy the temporary reprieve from the blazing sun above. As a national parks ranger he had to face the facts. At this point it was obvious they weren't going to find the girl alive. It was now the third day and dehydration would have finished the lost girl off. At this point the search parties were simply looking for a body. From his pocket he pulled out a tattered sheet of paper and looked at the young attractive face of Beth Parker. Putting it away he looked up, standing 15 feet away from him was the girl on the paper, fully nude and looking surprisingly good for a dead woman. As Mike gaped at her in surprise Beth swayed towards her would-be rescuer with a lost-little-girl look on her face. Her attitude was helpless and yet sensuous at the same time. Internally there was little still recognizably human within Beth. Beth's already gorgeous teenage body had needed few external changes, a tweak here, a slight firming or smoothing there to make it the very model of feminine perfection. As she drew close to the stunned young man the internal changes came into play. Her body began to produce pheromones of a far greater potency and concentration than an ordinary human's capable of creating an overwhelming level of sexual arousal in her victims. At the same time her puffy labia swelled outwards revealing the wet pink flesh inside as her vagina began producing copious amounts of lubricant. "You're alright! I don't believe it, everyone's been out looking, us ranger, the state police, even some hikers have volunteered. I can't believe I found you. I didn't think-" Mike cut off and his cheeks reddened as he realized he was babbling. "Are you alone?" Her sweet young voice had just a hint of huskiness to it. She smiled as she waited for his answer, it was obvious that her pheromones were beginning to affect him as his skin became flushed and his breathing began to quicken. Mike was also having a great deal of difficulty maintaining eye contact with her, his eyes kept straying downwards to her pert breasts and the swell of her mons. Against his will he was rapidly becoming aroused by her presence. "Um- No. My partner Cassie was going to check out the peak and come back down, I was taking a break," Mike motioned toward the Hill behind him, looking away from this gorgeous vision that had walked out of the desert. "Here's some water! You must be so thirsty." Beth accepted the offered bottle and tilted her head back and slowly drained the bottle. As she drank Mike watched her. Some of the water escaped her mouth and ran down her neck, over and between her breasts. His eyes followed the trickle down her taut belly and the down to her puffy nether lips. Mike stared mesmerized until he realized that she was done, holding the empty bottle and watching him watching her with a knowing smile on her face. "What happened to your clothes? Here, you can wear this." Mike quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off, offering it to the naked girl. Beth took his green shirt, regarding it for a moment before dropping it to the ground and pressing her hands against his chest. Standing on her tiptoes she planted a passionate kiss on Mike's mouth as she pressed her upturned breasts against his bare chest. For a few moments he resisted then he looked into Beth's eyes and was lost. In her blue eyes specks of gold glimmered and danced. Mike felt something like a moment of vertigo before his jaw slackened, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth. As he continued to stare into her hypnotic gaze a burning desire began to throb in his body and mind. Rational thought faded from his head while his cock became rock hard in his pants. Mike was filled need, he would have this teenage temptress. Beth eyes gleamed with delight as she sensed his resistance break, replaced by need instead. She guided his hand between her legs, allowing him to feel her excitement while her own hands went to work rubbing and caressing the young man's hardness through his trousers. They moaned into each others mouths as their tongues sparred. Nimble female hands unfastened his belt quickly undid his pants, freeing his erection before pumping and caressing it as they smeared pre-cum along his length. Beth jumped into the air, taking Mike by surprise, wrapping her slender legs around his waist and grinding her wet slit against the length of his shaft. Both partners moaned in pleasure as the gorgeous teen worked herself against his cock. Finally Beth drew back and angled her hips. The head of his penis nudged into her entrance and Beth grimaced in pleasure as she slowly pushed downwards, slowly impaling her tight vagina on his stiff cock until it was buried to the root. Beth smiled and closed her eyes, laying her head against his chest as she grew accustomed to the feeling of penetration, experimentally clenching her inner muscles to squeeze the member which filled her cunt. Slowly she began moving, rising up and down as she felt his shaft rub against her inner flesh. Moving faster and faster Beth was soon crying and panting as she pounded herself down on him. "Oh wow. Oh god. This is incredible. You're so tight. Oh, yes!" Mike moaned. The young forest ranger couldn't believe this was happening to him. Gorgeous teenage girls just didn't appear out of nowhere and leap onto his cock. They certainly didn't ride him until they had a very spectacular and very noisy orgasm like this girl was now experiencing. Looking once again into Beth's mesmerizing eyes all doubts fled from his mind he released a low and hungry growl. Taking the initiative Mike spun them around and pinned Beth against the rock face drawing a cry of delight from the teenage beauty. Beth could only shiver and shake in pleasure as he pumped rhythmically into her, ripping incoherent pleasured noises and whimpers from her throat. The young seductress squeezed and rippled her inner muscles, milking his cock while she let out little shrieks of ecstasy and bit her lower lip with pleasure. Her response to his thrusts only aroused the young man more and Beth moaned in anticipation as she felt Mike double his efforts, pummeling into her nubile body as he strived towards his peak. Like an animal he impaled her again and again, stroking hard and fast as he fucked her against the rock face. With a hoarse cry he finally came with an orgasm unlike he had ever experienced before. An expression of confusion appeared on Mike's face as his body continued to thrust into Beth outside of his conscious control. He couldn't stop coming inside her clenching depths as his climax went on and on without release. A tortured cry of intermingled pain and pleasure was wrenched from his throat as his cock jumped and pulsed, spurting his seed deep into her womb. Beth laughed evilly as she felt his life-force flow into her body, strengthening her and bringing with it a buzzing ecstasy which coursed through her core with an intensity far greater than mere sex. The succubus watched with a wicked smile as the life drained from his eyes. The young ranger gasped for breath, his eyes wide as he felt himself flowing into her body, as if everything that he was and everything he would ever be was being sucked out of him by her hot grasping cunt. Slowly Mike slumped to his knees before falling over backwards to the sandy ground. The last thing he saw before everything faded to blackness was Beth's seductive smile as she looked down at him with a gleam of sadistic pleasure in her eyes. Beth smiled victoriously as she slowly ground herself against his still erect cock with a hand pressed against her flat belly, reveling in the afterglow and the satisfaction of feeding upon his life energy. Finally with a sigh of regret she rose to her feet. As she did so her victim's cock slid from her vagina with a wet sucking noise. Looking downwards at Mike it was obvious that his body was worse for the wear. His skin had turned grey and he seemed slightly shrunken. Every vein in the young man's body was now black. With unnatural strength she reached down and picked up his body and carried it to a dry gulch she had noticed a short distance away where it would be out of site for all but the most determined search. Returning to the site of her carnal activities Beth surveyed the area. The only sign that Mike had ever been there was his green shirt lying alone in the dust. Beth shrugged and put the shirt on before sitting down to wait, she was sure that Cassie would be back before long. * * * Landing + 3 days 4 hours Sandy was sitting at the table alone with her thoughts and worries when the RV's door suddenly opened and her sister entered, closing and locking it behind her. "Beth? What? How?" Sandy was shocked to see her sister alive and well and she was filled with surprise and relief. Beth looked better than just alive actually, she had never seen her sister looking so healthy, so… vital. "Where were you!" Sandy demanded as her relief turned to anger, "Dad's in the hospital because of you!" Driven by the need to find his lost daughter Mr Parker had spent far too long in the heat, finally collapsing from heat exhaustion the afternoon before. The Race Beth stared at her for a moment with a cold, emotionless expression before bursting into tears. Sandy leapt up from the table and raced to her sister, taking her in a comforting embrace, "It's ok, it's ok. I'm sorry Beth, you're ok. You're back, everything's fine. I shouldn't have said those things." Sandy whispered as she rocked Beth back and forth, trying to sooth her distraught sister. As she held Beth a strange scent of musky sweetness was filling the air and Sandy unconsciously began breathing deeply, filling her lungs with the pheromone tainted air of the trailer. Falling into a daze her eyes became glassy and she began to pant as her body responded to the pheromones. Her vagina began to moisten and a burning need began to grow in her groin. She became hyper aware of her Beth's warm body and the press of her sister's firm breasts as every inch of her skin began to tingle. "What? What's happening?" Confusion and disgust began to fill her mind, how could she feel this way about her sister? Her cheeks began to burn red with shame as Sandy tried to deal with these immoral and unexpected feelings while she involuntarily rubbed her thighs together. Beth leaned forward and kissed her. Sandy's eyes widened in shock as her sister's tongue separated her lips and forced itself into her mouth. This shook her from her trance and the teen girl stiffened and tried to push her sister away only to find that her sister's arms had locked around her with the strength of steel bars. As she fought helplessly against Beth's irresistible grip copious amounts of sweet saliva flowed from her sister's mouth into her own. Reflexively she swallowed the sweet sticky fluid. Suddenly she found herself relaxing as a calming warmth came from within her belly and a tingling sensation began to spread throughout her body. Beth drew back from the kiss leaving their mouths connected by a thread of sticky saliva and looked directly into her sister's brown eyes. There she found the glassy eyed arousal she was looking for, bringing an evil smile to her face. Catching her sister's gaze Beth's eyes bored in with a sudden intensity, riveting the aroused girl's attention with a gaze the teenage girl couldn't avoid. Distantly Sandy noted that golden sparkles seemed to dance and play in Beth's light blue eyes. She felt like she was falling into them, they were so very deep that she could drown in their unwavering gaze. As this almost subliminal sparkle continued to pulse and swirl she felt herself slowly relax, surrendering to the dreamy feeling her sister's eyes instilled in her. Once Sandy had relaxed in her embrace Beth picked up her now docile sister and slung her over one shoulder in a fireman's carry. This roused Sandy slightly from her trance and she mewled weakly in protest as she was carried to the back of the RV. When the succubus tossed her sister onto their parents bed Sandy let out a squeak of surprise. "Take off your clothes." Beth was quickly and efficiently removing the green ranger's shirt she was wearing. As her perfect body was revealed the succubus noticed that her sister was sitting on the bed, frozen as her expression alternated between guilt and hunger. "I said take off your clothes." Beth stared deeply into her eyes, riveting her with an unwavering gaze until a captivated Sandy could only obey, succumbing to her growing arousal and the strange influence her sister seemed to possess. Sandy quickly stripped exposing her fit young body. Climbing onto the bed Beth quickly displayed her dominance as she pushed her sister onto her back and climbed on top, straddling the helpless teen. Beth placed Sandy's hands on her breasts and used them to massage the firm orbs. When Beth dropped her hands Sandy continued to squeeze and caress the shapely mounds. This left Beth's hands free to explore every inch of her sister's body, stroking and caressing as she drove the eighteen year old's arousal to new heights until she was almost sobbing with need. Sandy dropped her right hand from Beth's breast and began frantically touching and stroking herself in a futile attempt to lessen the burning need she felt. Sandy cried out in disappointment as Beth climbed off of her. Beth ignored her complaints moved so that she sat facing her sister. After placing her right leg over Sandy's left and vice versa the succubus scooted forward until their young vagina's kissed and Beth began rocking back and forth, grinding her wet slit against her sister's. Beth's tainted juices only aroused Sandy more and she could only whimper pitifully in pleasure as one shuddering orgasm after another ran through her body until she lay exhausted but still twitching in pleasure. The teenage girls strained together for nearly 15 minutes before Beth decided it was time. Beth gritted her teeth and pushed, smiling as a conversion module slid from her between her lower lips and nudged its way into Sandy's waiting slit. The module was black and about four inches long and one inch wide. It was tipped with short writhing motile tendrils to draw itself into a host and a segmented body which narrowed at the end. Right now it took advantage of its segmented body to twist so that it unerringly found Sandy's entrance. For a moment Sandy stiffened, looking down in horror at the thing crawling into her body. The moment passed as her eyes rolled up in her head and her uterus contracted again and again as the motile tentacles caressed and probed at the sensitive walls of her birth canal as it drew itself into her waiting womb, overloading her nervous system with pleasure in the process. As the last of the module drew itself inside Sandy's body Beth disengaged their union and stood up. The conversion module now nestled securely in Sandy's womb was a twin to the one that Beth had implanted into an unsuspecting Cassie when she came down from the hill. It was basically a tiny biological factory intended to first control a human female host and then to convert her to most effectively serve the Race. As she watched her sister writhe about on the bed, responding to the prickling sensation of the module's roots spreading outwards into her abdomen, Beth came to a realization. It was an entirely new Race they were created, reborn from whatever had come down in that pod. It would replace humanity, using it as raw material for a civilization which would spring from this world and eventually take the entire galaxy in it's grasp. While her consciousness was built from the rawness of Beth's mind she was not Beth. As she looked down at Sandy being converted on the bed she felt nothing but satisfaction. No conscience, no familial connection, no human morals restrained the new Beth's thoughts or behaviors. She would feed and reproduce and the superior species would eclipse the inferior. As she walked to the front of the RV, leaving her sister behind to continue her transformation Beth smiled. Evolution, it was only natural. * * * Landing + 3 days 5 hours When their mother returned back to the RV the girls were there to greet her. Her shock at seeing Beth alive and well permitted Sandy to surprise her with a devastating kiss which quickly subdued Jane while also awakening a growing arousal in the stunned woman. Something about her daughter's eyes fascinated and transfixed the surprised woman. At the same time she fought against the growing sense of unnatural calm which threatened to overcome her. Summoning her will Jane's mind became filled with revulsion at the incestuous kiss threatening to break the trance as a growing tension began to fill her body. Beth acted quickly to maintain the seduction. As Sandy kissed the attractive 35 year-old woman Beth leaned in and whispered in her mother's ear, "Do not fight Jane. You cannot resist. Look into her eyes." Beth's seductive husky voice continued to murmur in her ear until with a low moan she surrendered, her will crumbling before the onslaught. Her feelings that this entire situation was very wrong still existed but they were submerged in the trance of lust Jane had fallen into unable to fight the combined onslaught of potent pheromones and the suggestive power of her changed daughters. Taking advantage of her lack of resistance the two succubi quickly stripped off the swaying woman's clothes before lifting her up and placing her on the RV's kitchen table. The sisters held their mother down on the small table, easily pinning her in place as each took their position. Sandy parted her mother's legs and leaned downwards, inhaling deeply as she drank in the musky sweetness of Jane's aroused vagina. Her pink tongue reached out and gently teased at her mother's nether lips before delving inside. As Sandy began licking her mother's vagina Beth engaged her in an incestuous kiss which left Jane filled with whirling emotions. Confusion, disgust, revulsion, and arousal warred in her head while a curiously invasive sweet musky scent filled her senses making her heart race and her loins burn with desire. Jane writhed in the girls embrace, her merely human strength helpless against the succubi. Together the sister's worked their mother's body, bringing the woman into a state of overwhelming arousal through a combination of their skillful attentions and the intoxicating affect of their transformed pheromones. Without mercy they drove her to new heights of pleasure, breaking down her defenses. Beth's kisses muffled Jane's moans as she played with her well-developed chest, tweaking her large stiff nipples and teasingly circling her mother's dark areola with her nails. Simultaneously Sandy worked at the stiff little button of Jane's clitoris with her agile tongue, teasing and flicking the bud until her mother screamed and jumped on the table as a shattering orgasm rocked her body. As Jane was still wracked by one orgasm after another Sandy reluctantly stopped licking her and removed her mouth from the older woman's inflamed pussy. Getting on her knees Sandy lifted her mother's legs and placed them over her shoulders, bending Jane nearly in half as the succubus allowed her body's weight to bring her crotch close to her mothers until mere inches separated their wet slits. Slowly a conversion module emerged from Sandy's furled lips, dripping with her sweet juices. Angling her hips Sandy pushed her crotch forward and the module plunged into Jane's yearning pussy wrenching a cry of tortured pleasure from her mother's throat. Jane bucked and shuddered beneath her daughter as the succubus began fucking the module into her with smooth strokes. Time was of the essence and her mother would become much more quickly with two modules inside her body. Beth knelt on the table and allowed a conversion module to emerge from her own vagina. Gently she placed a hand in her mothers hair and turned Jane's head, guiding it to the glistening black shaft between her legs. The pheromone crazed woman opened her mouth and accepted the module inside, licking and sucking it as she attempted to gather every drop of her daughter's addictive juice from the outside of the module while her other daughter reamed her wet pussy with something that had emerged from her body. Beth withdrew the module from her mother's mouth and slid down until her crotch with the obscenely protruding shaft was beside her mother's hips. Sensing what her sister wanted Sandy rolled over onto her side, bringing her mother with her so that Jane's back faced towards Beth while her other daughter continued to slowly fuck her. Beth slowly pushed her groin forward until her module met her mother's ass crack. After moving it through several teasing strokes she reached down and positioned it against her mother's virgin anus and pushed with gentle but insistent pressure. Slowly the intruder began to part the helpless woman's rectum making her stiffen and gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Sandy looked into Jane's eyes once again and she quickly surrendered, relaxing and allowing Beth to continue working the module into her inexperienced ass. Once it was fully imbedded the two succubi settled into a steady rhythm which quickly had their powerless victim climaxing again and again. As Jane was impaled in both orifices by her daughters she wriggled helplessly, trapped by both the pleasure and by the sandwich of warm soft feminine flesh. Jane could barely think. Distantly she knew this was wrong, wrong on so very many levels, but it just felt so incredibly good right now with her daughters taking her, fulfilling the irresistible desires they had somehow instilled in her. Deep inside she surrendered fully to the pleasure and simply lay limply, allowing the waves of bliss to wash over her as her nervous system burned and pulsed with every wicked sensation she had ever imagined. Sandy and Beth smiled wickedly at each other as they released the modules at the same time. Simultaneously both of the modules came alive inside Jane, their writhing tentacles squirming in both her pussy and her ass as they slowly dragged themselves into both orifices. Jane climax again and again, her nervous system overloaded with white-hot pleasure as shattering orgasms overlapped and merged into one sensation of continuing impossible ecstasy as she screamed soundlessly in pleasure. Beth and Sandy idly stroked their mother's body until the modules within their mother's body seated themselves and went to work, busily transforming her in both body and mind so that she could change into what her young daughters already had. Both beautiful young succubi left her alone to finish the metamorphosis while they dressed, it would soon be time to leave this area for new and richer hunting grounds. When Jane arose she left the RV to find her daughters and six other succubi waiting for her outside, gathered together in group, stroking and fondling one another. She felt somewhat unsteady, unused to her new nature, filled with a hunger she could not place. The changes to Jane's appearance had been greater than those her daughters had undergone. She now appeared fifteen years younger and her body had been firmed and slimmed, each change designed to make the newly transformed succubus more desirable and better able to fulfill her function. With knowing smiles the unnaturally beautiful women parted, revealing a young man in a deputy Sheriff's uniform who was split held in the grasp of two of the succubi, unable to escape their grip. From his face it was obvious that he was experiencing both terror and arousal brought on by the transformed beauties which surrounded him. The instant Jane saw him there, struggling helplessly against her sister succubi, her hunger gained a focus and a husky growl of arousal echoed from low in her throat. The newborn succubus's demeanor instantly changed, no longer hesitant she moved with sensuous grace towards her prey with a seductive smile. Reaching the deputy Jane studied him hungrily before closed her eyes and inhaled, taking in his scent and allowing a low hungry growl of lust and desire to escape her lips. Jane leaned forward, seizing his head in her hand she kissed him passionately, plundering his mouth with her tongue while staring into his eyes until she felt his will become hers. Soon he stopped struggling to escape, instead his efforts were firmly focused on the overwhelming lust for this beautiful woman who had so entranced him. The deputy now wanted nothing more than to be allowed to leap on top of this vixen and mate with her until he emptied himself deep into her hot clenching womb. While his wish was not granted by the succubi restraining him, his desire was to be fulfilled in another way. As the newly created succubus continued to kiss him she reached down and began fondling and rubbing his hardness through his pants. Finally tiring of this Jane grasped his belt in both hands and pulled outwards. Against her newfound strength his trousers tore like paper and her nimble hands were quickly pumping and caressing his naked shaft making the young deputy moan into her mouth as the seductress's ministrations quickly brought him to heights of pleasure he had never known were possible. Falling to her knees the new Jane took him into her mouth and accepted her new existence with a moan of pleasure. Closing her eyes the succubus savored every moment, the taste, the texture and the sense of power over the man she held in her mouth. Overlaying the entire experience was the sense of anticipation at the impending consumption of his life energy. She put her entire focus into the deputy's pleasure, driving him ever higher so that the flow of energy would only be sweeter when it came. When the young deputy inevitably came she let out a muffled moan of pleasure as both his semen and his life filled her belly. Once he was reduced to an empty husk Jane rose to her feet. The unnaturally beautiful woman wore a devilish smile on her face as she looked at her fellow succubi. Her initiation was complete and they were now done here. This hunting ground was exhausted and the transformed woman craved far richer areas to both fill their appetites and spread their kind. * * * Landing + 5 days 7 hours The area around the crater was a hive of activity. Blackhawk helicopters swept the area while Apache attack choppers hovered high above, ready to rain down destruction upon order. On the ground several platoons backed by heavy Abrams tanks were dug in, their weapons pointed towards the crater and the alien vessel resting within it. In the command tent the Director watched the bank of video monitors as the infantry squad chosen to enter the crater itself slowly made its way down from the rim towards the bottom of the rock strewn pit. Each of the team was fully wired and everything they saw and heard was relayed back to the command tent to be recorded for meticulous study and review. They moved slowly in their Hazmat suits, weapons at the ready. Finally after nearly ten minutes of cautious advance they converged on the pod. From close up it was obvious that the aliens were far ahead of human in both biochemistry and cybernetics. This vessel appeared to be a seamless mixture of biological and mechanical components. To the alarm of the assembled squad it began to open with a wet creaking sound, expelling a puff of sealed gasses and a great deal of slimy liquid. The Director leaned forward and grabbed the microphone, punching the squads radio override channel and shouted into the mike, "Hold your fire! I repeat! Hold your fire!" To the total surprise of all assembled what tumbled out of the pod was not an alien monstrosity but a sobbing and terrified teenage girl. It was quite obvious from the briefing material that this was Beth Parker. The Director's eyes narrowed. Who or what had walked out of the desert, left the search party and the Parker family dead or missing and then escaped? Hopefully Beth, if she was truly what she appeared to be, would have some answers to these questions. Almost unnoticed the pod had closed after disgorging its occupant, it now sat unmoving, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the squad around it, guarding any secrets it may have. * * * Landing + 7 days 1 hour The Director regarded the silent men in the room. In their areas they were the premier experts and he had gathered them here to educate them to the nature of the threat that the nation faced. In his opinion there had never been a time of greater danger and these hand picked individuals were the best hope of survival in the growing crisis. Slapping his hand on the conference table he brought the meeting to order and motioned to his right indicating a balding man with glasses. "Ladies and Gentlemen this is Doctor Wilson Zimmerman. He is one of our premier genetics researchers and was a major contributor to our scenario files for Case Orion, a then theoretical study dealing with alien invasion. He has been working on debriefing of the subject recovered from the pod. Doctor if you could give us a summary of what we have learned so far." The Race "We were first attracted to this area by the discovery of the bodies of members of a search party who had by all appearances and tests died of a combination of dehydration and old age. In the desert dehydration might be expected but old age certainly was not, the oldest member of the search party was Sheriff Gibson. He was 47 years old. The youngest member of the search party was only 20." "State authorities called in the FBI who in turn called us in. We quickly ascertained that every male member of the search team had been discovered dead and that not a single female member of the team could be located. Evidence indicated that the men had been involved in sexual intercourse at the moment of death." "Due to the strange nature of the incident we initiated a number of steps including a review of NORAD tracking records reveals a faint orbital trace which terminated in the area in question seven days ago. Aerial surveys quickly located the impact site, we moved in and secured both the spacecraft and also discovered Beth Parker, the only have one human survivor who has had direct contact with the aliens." "It appears that the alien placed Miss Parker in a state of hibernation within its vessel and took on her appearance." Wilson adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before continuing, "It then proceeded to seduce and kill every man it met and to turn women into some type of drones to serve it. One of our teams tasked with locating the missing women appears to have located a group of women who had come into contact with the alien. They were able to kill two of them before being overcome by the remaining women. We have recovered two specimens from that encounter." That will be addressed in further detail by Major MacLeod. I will return to the subject of Miss Parker." Wilson shuffled his papers and cleared his throat before continuing. "Every single test we have shows that she is a perfectly ordinary teenage human female. Ultrasound and MRI show none of the alien tissue growth which characterizes the bodies of the women converted into drones. She is completely pristine. Not a single trace of biological contamination. Hell, there isn't even a single scar on her body to indicate where the alien may have implanted her as it did the other women." "Wait! Do you mean not a single recent scar or no scars whatsoever?" There was a strange intensity in the Director's eyes combined with what seemed almost like panic in his voice that both startled and confused Doctor Zimmerman. "No scars whatsoever, even the full body surface scan didn't pick up a trace of scar tissue. She is as pristine as a new born baby…" Wilson's eyes widened as he realized what he was saying and looked into the Directors eyes as both men felt an icy sense of terror sink deep into their souls. Leaping to his feet the scientist slammed his fist into the alarm button which would initiate a full security alert and an instant lockdown of the base. Absolutely nothing happened and suddenly the boardroom was filled with a silence far louder than any alarm siren. * * * 16 hours earlier It had been so easy Jezebel mused. By time her pod was located the metamorphosis was almost complete, all that was left were a few minor internal changes which completed by themselves. The technology which was so mingled with her body to be for all intents and purposes an integral part of her had made it ridiculously easy to fool their scans. Passing all their tests she had been taken into custody and brought to the base, after more tests it had been determined to their satisfaction that she was a normal teenage girl, uncontaminated by any alien tissue. She had infiltrated their base with no effort. The hardest part had been restraining herself from feeding until the proper time. The utilitarian garments that they had given her, a cross between hospital cloths and a prison uniform lay neatly folded on her chair. She lay back on the cold metal of the table as one of her young male guards gasped and strained between her legs, fucking her in steady rhythm that made her firm breasts shake with each eager thrust. The succubus arched her back and moaned as she ran her hands all over her body. As the young man began growling deep in his throat and thrusting harder a gleam of anticipation lit in Jezebel's eyes and she raked her nails lightly down his chest as she swiveled her hips, reciprocating his thrusts as she urged him towards climax until finally he peaked. Jezebel laughed wickedly when his seed spurted and flowed into her womb as her inner muscles milked and massaged his member. With the sudden flow of semen came the young soldier's life energy and Jezebel bit back a shriek of pleasure as she drank in the energy, allowing it to flow until there was nothing left and the young man was but an empty husk. Closing her eyes she channeled some tiny portion of her own energy back into his body before pushing him off of her. The soldier's body fell to the floor with his eyes glowing an unearthly green. His muscles kept twitching slightly as a conversion module slowly forced its way through the slit at the end of his penis and into his body. Turning her eyes to the other guard she smiled. He too was under her thrall, fixated on her naked body and a slave to her will. Her pheromones had him so fully erect that he would have been in physical pain if he were not so entranced. Opening her legs wider Jezebel commanded him to step forward and take his place between them. As he entered her she let out a low moan of pleasure and crossed her ankles behind his buttocks grinding her swollen mons against her entranced victim's groin before settling into a rhythmic pace. As they coupled the succubus released grunts of pleasure with each rough thrust into her body while she eagerly awaited the flood of life energy his climax would bring. As the two continued their wanton rutting on the table Jezebel's new drone rose, the green light in his eyes fading away until he looked normal once again. Mechanically he dressed himself, sorting the discarded mixture of uniform pieces before taking his position by the door. On the monitors in the security center alert eyes regarded the image of a thoroughly bored teenage girl slumped in her chair, idly toying with her hair and fidgeting while two armed troopers stood at attention by the door. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. Once she was finished with the second guard and all three were once again fully clothed Jezebel once again fell into the role of Beth. Bored, ordinary, teenage, human… With an inner smile she decided that it was nearly time for another tantrum again, after all "Daddy's Little Princess" didn't like being here and it wouldn't do to seem too compliant. Both of her new drones were now emulating their former personalities and it should make an amusing show for the cameras. After that would be shift change for the guards and she could feed again. The succubus hadn't had such an opportunity to fulfill her appetites in millions of years. It was almost difficult to keep from smiling openly. * * * 11 hours ago Heather had never imagined herself doing anything like this. While she had a well proportioned body and a bookish attractive look she had always considered herself a well reserved and somewhat conservative person who wasn't likely to do anything "crazy". Right now however she didn't feel anything like her usual self as she gripped the shoulders of a man whose name she didn't even know while he fucked her with hard fast strokes. Heather had come around a corner while returning from the archives room in one of the lowest sublevels of the underground facility when she had nearly collided with a young soldier. Her squeal of startled surprise had been met by a predatory gaze. His intent eyes locked with her own and the researcher found herself unable to look away. For nearly a full moment they stood motionless in the deserted corridor. Somehow the twinkle in his eyes had seduced her, lust at first sight and she had to have him inside her right now. Overtaken by a sense of feverish passion she had willingly allowed herself to be guided into this utility closet. He had freed his erect member which appeared almost painfully inflamed before tearing open her blouse in a shower of scattered buttons, revealing her full breasts confined by a sensible cotton bra. That bra quickly fell pray to the same ruthless strength exposing her full chest to his hungry eyes. He fell upon the fleshy mounds, mauling and squeezing them while he captured first one hardened nipple and then the other in his mouth, nibbling and sucking until her breath came in short almost panicked gasps. Giving her a look that let Heather know exactly what he wanted. She allowed herself to be pushed back against the wall with a mischievous smile while she reached out and slowly pumped her fist up and down the length of his cock. As he roughly yanked her panties down her legs and hiked up her skirt Heather arched her back and spread her legs wide. Her revealed vagina wept openly and trails of lubricating fluid ran down the young researcher's inner thighs. When the swollen purple head of his penis popped inside her entrance the young woman let out a low guttural moan of animal pleasure. This felt sooo good. Fireworks exploded in her mind as the full length of his vein covered member plunged into her soaking mound again and again. He seemed to have boundless stamina as he pumped into her like a machine. Heather experienced one orgasm after another as he tirelessly reamed into her. For nearly twenty minutes he didn't let up, proceeding to fuck her until she couldn't even scream in pleasure, only soundless gasps escaped her throat as her ultra sensitized cunt The first sign that there was something truly strange happening occurred when she felt his cock begin to swell within her, stretching her inexperienced vagina wide as the thrusting member continued to plunge in and out of her hot depths. Despite the strangeness of the sensation Heather was helpless to resist the arousal flooding through her body in waves of white-hot pleasure. The swelling continued and soon the whimpering young woman felt it spread deeper into her body until it reached her cervix and began pressing against it with steadily growing pressure. With a yelp of shock she felt it pry open the entrance to her womb. The young soldier stopped his frantic thrusting and stepped back, his cock sliding from the distressed young woman's vagina with a wet pop. Even though he had withdrawn from her body Heather could still feel something remaining within her cunt. Frantically Heather clutched at her belly and moaned with despair and fear. She could feel a foreign squirming movement under the skin. He had left something inside her, something that was now crawling upwards into her waiting womb with a sensation that was both disturbing and pleasurable at the same time. Finally it reached its goal and seated itself within her uterus. Now it could begin its work in earnest. Heather felt the strength leave her legs as a strange tingling and prickling began spreading outwards from her belly. Slowly the young woman slid down the wall, whimpering quietly in confusion as she felt herself slowly losing consciousness as her awareness faded away to be replaced by a pleasurable warm haze. From within this place the young researcher found herself being remade by the other that reached out from the haze around her, probing and molding her into something not at all human in a way which was all to seductive. With a mental whimper she gave herself over to this presence and fully embraced the ecstasy of surrendering her identify and humanity. Emotionlessly the young soldier stood looking down at Heather, his instructions fulfilled he simply waited while the human woman at his feet twitched and murmured quietly as the conversion module he had been instructed to implant in a suitable host remade her into a suitable servant for Jezebel's purposes. After an indeterminable time he left the room and returned within minutes with a duffle bag. From that bag he began removing a laptop computer and other assorted personal electronics, a set of body armor and a quantity of additional ceramic armor inserts. From within the utility closet he also placed several bottles of chemical cleansers and solvents against the weakly stirring woman, making sure that all of the objects were in direct contact with her body. Had he still been remotely sentient the young man would have been astounded as how the objects began to melt where they touched Heather's body. Once they were broken down into suitable forms they were absorbed through her skin where they could be utilized in creating the modifications and devices which would assist the new succubus in her duties. The new succubus being created on the floor was very different from those infiltrating towns and cities across the southwestern United States. In shifts Jezebel had taken six guards, animating them with her own energy after she fed and implanting each with a fresh conversion module. They had followed their instructions perfectly and each had implanted their module within an unsuspecting human female. This soldier had been the last one to fulfill his instructions and Heather was the recipient of the final module. Here stealth was unneeded and Heather's conversion was firmly focused on combat and reproduction. Beneath her skin the absorbed armor was restructured into layered, making it far more resilient than the original material. All over the young woman's body metallic implants appeared allowing her to tap into and control human devices and enhancing her senses. Her right arm was now almost entirely artificial from the elbow down, the metallic fingers ending in long sharp claws of an advanced material capable of tearing through almost anything. Heather's flat belly slowly swelled as her reproductive organs were converted, even as her body was transformed new conversion modules were already growing within her fertile womb. Soon they would come to term, ready to be implanted into new hosts and begin the reproduction process all over again. Like the other women already taken her body also received the same pheromone enhancements while her brain was also altered, gifting her with the power of suggestion and domination which had proven so successful in previous succubi. Her swollen vagina grew wet with her addictive honey while her already firm breasts swelled and minor imperfections vanished leaving behind smooth tanned skin. When the module was finished the new succubus opened her eyes and flowed to her feet with fluid grace. Every inch of her body strummed with energy and new sensations. Despite the modifications she was incredibly beautiful, an almost artistic combination of feminine flesh and cold metal as she stretched, growing familiar with the changes within her body. Reaching out with her new senses she felt the hum and pulse of the base wash across her and information flooded through both her organic and electronic minds which quickly analyzed and filtered it, gathering data about her surroundings. In her mind she heard the whisper of her creator, her master, her Queen. Obediently she listened as instructions flowed in. Ignoring the ever-present hunger which was now buried deep in the core of her being Heather sat down to await her Queen's signal. Over in the corner the soldier slowly slid to the floor, his task fulfilled and the energy which had animated him exhausted he collapsed back into the shriveled husk Jezebel had left him. The succubus did not spare the corpse even a single glance, soon would come the time for action, the time to feed. * * * The Present After the alarm had failed to go off the Director had began trying to access any communications channel. With growing frustration and horror he realized that the base appeared to be electronically isolated from the outside world. At every turn his attempts were met by firewalls and dead air. While he worked frantically at his console every military officer in the room had drawn their sidearm and waited, poised for action and ready for any attack. The civilians in the room were sitting in their chairs, their bodies tight with fear and a sense of helplessly and confusion. Without warning the boardroom door burst open, knocked off its hinges by an inhumanly powerful blow. Impossibly quick forms raced through the open door, moving so fast they were almost invisible blurs, and the room erupted in flashes of gunfire and shouts of excitement and pain. The fight was over almost before it began, the humans in the room unable to counter the speed and strength of their assailants. As the devastating assault came to an end the succubi began moving at nearly normal speeds, revealing them to be both stunningly beautiful and disturbingly altered with metal implants scattered across their nude bodies. Casually they moved to disarm the final defenders until only one remained. Heather's attention swung to a gray haired Colonel, the last armed military officer standing, and she began seductively stalking towards him. He raised his gun and fired five rounds into the advancing woman only to see her smile and pluck his gun from his hands. Effortlessly she bent the pistol nearly in half tossed it aside before knocking him out with a single accurate blow. As she turned to scan the room for her next target the wounds were already healing. At the door two succubi had been waiting, ready to block any escape attempt. They stepped aside and the director saw a young woman with a familiar face walk into the room. Other than being fully nude she appeared perfectly normal. Calmly she regarded the boardroom, noting the collection of unconscious military officers and cringing civilians gathered around the table and lying on the floor in various states of semi consciousness. She circled the room, her hips swaying seductively as she walked until she stood in front of the Director. Leaning forward she favored him with a teasing grin. "I though you might want to know that I am not Beth. She has already gone to spread the seed. She had given me what I needed to change from my original form to one more conducive for life in this environment. Thank you for bringing me here. I had never hoped to find such a perfect place to establish the new Nest." "We will stop you. You will gain nothing. Stop this attack. It isn't too late for you to work together with us in peace." Even as he spoke his own words sounded hollow in his ears. Already a slow burn of sexual arousal was beginning to burn in his loins at variance with how he should be feeling surrounded by alien invaders. Pushing on he tried one last plea, "You are now at least partly human. Join us, don't fight us. You and the human women you have taken can be accommodated." "Ha! I have never been the least bit human. I wear this form because it allows me to move amongst you. They are servants of the Race, merely the breeders capable of spreading the seed. I am the Queen! I am what will replace you and spread to the stars in a glorious new Empire!" The mere suggestion that she lower herself to work in cooperation had awoken a scornful response from the beautiful succubus and her words lashed the Director as her eyes flashed angrily, "I will take what I wish and if you might me you will lose. Every race has a weakness. Yours is your sexuality. You are slaves to your desire to reproduce. Look at you! I have my pheromones turned down as far as I can and I can tell that everyone of you would like nothing more than to throw me to the ground and plunge yourselves into my body. It's almost impossible to have a conversation with you humans." Suddenly a still attractive middle aged woman in a conservative suit and skirt drew a concealed pistol from its holster at the small of her back and fired three rounds directly at the succubus with deadly accuracy. The Race Jezebel turned towards her and smiled mockingly. The three bullets hung in mid air inches from the succubus's flawless breasts. Her pristine skin was unmarked. The attack had been halted before it posed any threat. As the protective force field dropped the bullets fell to the floor with a metallic patter. Suddenly another succubus stood in front of the shocked woman. She had moved so quickly that it seemed she had simply appeared there. This succubus was different from the others. Her belly swelled outwards until she appeared nearly nine months pregnant. Now and then the skin squirmed as the cargo within moved restlessly. For a few moments she stared deeply into the woman's eyes until the gun dropped from suddenly nerveless hands. Unable to resist staring into the deep enchanting eyes that had riveted her attention from the moment they locked gazes the middle aged agent slowly began panted, as her skin grew visibly flushed and her eyes glazed over with lust. Once the woman was firmly locked in a sexual trance the succubus stepped close to the woman fondling her large breasts and allowing their close proximity to cement her hold over the Agent as pheromones inundated her victim's senses. Finally the woman became totally pliant, leaning forward against the succubus as her hands gently caressed the gorgeous creature's silky skin. Jezebel held the Director by his head with a painfully tight grip, forcing him to watch as the CIA agent was molested, "She will be joining us very soon. Look how easy it was, how quickly she surrendered to a succubus's touch." She quickly hiked up the Agent's skirt and bent her over the meeting table. Reaching down the succubus caressed her firm buttocks through the white panties which covered her ass. Tearing away her underwear the alien drone rubbed her fingers between the Agent's legs, running her fingertips up and down the woman's now soaked slit. Slowly the Succubus slid first one and then two fingers into the helpless woman, slowly pumping them until the aroused Agent screamed and bucked in her grasp, succumbing to the pleasure and moving her hips backwards, trying desperately to force the seductive creature's fingers deeper into her needy vagina. "She has never felt anything like she is right now. Her nervous system is almost overwhelmed with pleasure and she still wants more." Jezebel teasingly trailed her hand down her captive's chest and cupped the front of his pants, letting out a low chuckle as she felt the hardness of his erection straining against the cloth containing it. "It looks like you're enjoying the show too." When the succubus removed her fingers from the Agent's still hungry sex the woman moaned in protest, she didn't want this temptress to ever stop. With a smile the succubus stepped up behind the Agent and gripped her firmly by her wide hips. The beautiful seductress released a low guttural moan as a new organ appeared from within her cunt, slowly sliding down her birth canal until a ribbed translucent tube nearly twelve inches long and dripping with her stood between her legs. It waved gently in the air, questing back and forth in an obscenely eager manner. "Do you know what her purpose is?" Jezebel smiled wickedly as he suddenly tensed in her grip, "That's right. Procreation." As the succubus moved her hips forward the tubular organ began writhing more quickly, quivering in anticipation as it neared the Agent's soaked snatch. Nosing into her entrance it suddenly straightened and plunged through the wet folds of her sex, driving itself deep into her quivering depths. The beautiful CIA Agent moaned in a combination of pleasure and pain as she fought to accommodate the ribbed ovipositor in her abused pussy. She wanted nothing more than to have it buried to the hilt in her body. She gasped for breath and arched her back while pushing back with all of her strength. "That woman would willingly split herself open. The only thing she desires right now is to have that organ inside her regardless of the consequences." The succubus's voice was tinged heavily with amusement as they watched the Agent's downfall together. Despite his horror the Director could not help but be aroused by the display in front of him. He had known Agent Veronica Sims for years but had never imagined she could be like this, thrashing and moaning in passion and pleasure, her own lubrication pouring down her legs as an alien monstrosity rammed a thick ridged appendage into her body with callous disregard for her wellbeing. By now the full length of the ovipositor was buried within Veronica's body and she moaned in satisfaction as she felt herself fully impaled on the alien organ. It felt so good the way that the ridges of the shaft rubbed against the silky folds of her soaking vagina. Each time it withdrew her outer lips clung to it as if reluctant to release the thrusting shaft. Both women were now panting desperately, releasing cries of lust and delight as they coupled. With an inhuman howl the succubus came, her body quivering with pleasure while the fleshy organ connecting the two women swelled and pulsed. Large lumps could visibly be seen being pumped into the thrashing Agent as she screamed in ecstasy, loving the sensation of her cunt being stretched wide by the ovipositor as it delivered it's cargo into her uterus. By time the succubus finished Veronica's normally flat belly was swollen by the alien flesh that now filled her womb. "Four conversion modules. Her transformation will be swift indeed." Jezebel watched as the succubus stepped back from the new host before returning her attention to the man held captive in her arms. "Enough talk!" Jezebel stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in the Director's ear, her voice full of throaty lust, "I'm hungry and you're mine, body and soul." As the succubus fell to her knees before him, her nimble hands skillfully opening his pants, the helpless man let out a strangled moan of despair as she rubbed her thumb across his swollen glans before taking the length of his erection into her mouth. Mere minutes later that sense of despair didn't prevent him from gripping Jezebel's head in his hands and gently guiding the succubus while she bobbed her head up and down on his straining shaft. By the time the Director climaxed in her hungry mouth that emotion was gone, replaced by lust and a driving desire to give everything he could to this gorgeous creature that he couldn't help but adore. He succeeded. * * * Landing + 14 days 8 hours Jezebel smiled as she regarded what had once been a secured underground warehouse deep beneath the desert above. It now served as a nest for the succubi. Strewn across the floor were dozens of large pods identical to the one which had brought her to this planet. Screaming women were dragged into the pods to be converted into hosts while already taken succubi reported to the pods when it was required that they take on new forms. The alien cells and the nano-machines which mingled with them would, given sufficient time, overcome and convert any merely human cells and tissues to service her purposes and those of the Race. The conversion pods accelerated the process allowing rapid modification which would provide efficient new forms to the succubi within minutes instead of hours or days. Despite the usefulness of the pods they were as yet limited in number and thus other methods were also used to convert many of the women being brought into the room. Diane Brooks, a young housewife taken when the succubi had overrun the base's housing, was almost unrecognizable. At Jezebel's command her body had been modified by the alien to become a factory for a new breed of conversion module. Her limbs were atrophied, unnecessary for her new purpose, and her abdomen was massively swollen as her co-opted reproductive organs grew a steady stream of the alien brood. As Jezebel watched the woman's vagina dilated and pushed out another newborn with a wet squish. Immediately after leaving her body the young creature extended short stalks which waved briefly in the strange new world before detecting the waiting hosts. Far more mobile than the old modules it incorporated a simple predatory intelligence, enough to allow it to seek out and take human hosts. It then quickly scurried across the room to a cute brunette and followed its natural instincts. Restrained at her wrists and ankles by ropy alien secretions the young woman was unable to fight as it leapt onto her face and forced a small tube into her mouth and down her throat. Milky white fluid soon pumped from the tube and into her stomach while her panicked eyes broadcast the terror she felt, its body over her face muffling her cries. Under the guise of combating the alien invasion the base's co-opted personnel had free reign to place towns under martial law. Armed male drones brought buses of townspeople to the base for what was ostensibly a quarantine. Once there the men were consumed, providing the life energy the succubi craved while the women were brought to this room. Across the room the now docile girl, placated by the potent mixture of sexual pheromones and narcotics she had been forced to ingest, opened her thighs as wide as she could and welcomed the module into her body, sighing with soft pleasure as it pushed its way up her canal and into her uterus. Before it reached her womb and seated itself in place the attractive young woman had come to nearly a half dozen shattering climaxes as her subjugation proceeded. Once it had finished its work the young brunette would leave the base and quickly begin the work of finding new hosts to convert into succubi. Like the other woman who had encountered the succubi she would find her new work most enjoyable. As the young woman lay twitching on the floor the buses continued to roll, the invasion continued to spread. The End The Race Driver Beth sat at the bar waiting for her best friend to arrive. It had been months since they had seen each other and this had bothered Beth deeply. For years they had shared all the highs and lows of each others lives. It was a friendship that Beth felt would always be there. Over the past couple of years they had grown apart and Beth had searched deep within herself trying to figure out why this had happened. When Beth had finally realized what had went wrong in their friendship it had hurt her deeply. She had finally realized that when all had been well in her life, was the only time when all had been well in her friendship with Kay. As long as Beth was there for Kay they had a good friendship but when the time came that Beth had to put her personal commitments before Kay's the friendship had began to fall apart. She had taken the first step to get in touch with her friend in the hopes that they could repair their friendship. Kay was always late so Beth was not surprised that she was sitting in a crowded bar waiting on her friend. After an hour had passed Beth knew that Kay wasn't coming. Kay was the one who had suggested meeting at this bar when Beth had talked to her. It was one of those sports bars that the men and surprisingly women as well, were so fond of these days. There were more then a dozen TV's mounted on the walls in various areas of the bar. No matter where anyone was sitting they would have a clear view to a TV. Beth wasn't really very sports minded. She knew that she absolutely hated basketball, and ice hockey. She did like to watch a football game now and then when the state team was playing on Monday Night Football. She also enjoyed watching a baseball game as well. What she really did enjoy watching was golf, which was surprising to her. Golf had been a big bone of contention with her and her ex husband when they were married. He spent all his money playing golf all during the warmer months and spent 10 days each winter with his buddies on a golf outing to North Carolina. During the winter months all his time, money and energy went into rebuilding two old cars he owned, and giving the rest of his money to the Snap On man for more tools. So when she realized how much she had enjoyed watching golf on TV it had really surprised her. She was a huge fan of Phil Michelson and Kenny Perry. She was not a fan of Tiger Woods, she felt that he was to full of himself and lately she had noticed that he didn't conduct himself very well on the golf courses when he wasn't doing well. She had decided she would finish her drink and leave when she heard a mans voice asking her if she was feeling alright. She looked up into the eyes of the man who was sitting a couple of seats down from her. Beth had noticed him when she first sat down at the bar. He had those rugged good looks all women fell for and looked a little out of place. She hadn't looked his way again until he spoke to her. "I'm sorry I don't mean to sound rude or anything but you just looked so very deep in thought that I thought maybe there was something wrong." Beth was looking at his eyes and found her gaze traveling to his mouth as he spoke. She liked the way his lips moved as he formed the words, she found herself wondering how those lips would feel rubbing against hers in a deep sensual kiss. She snapped back to reality bringing her gaze back to his eyes. "I'm fine thank you, and you were correct I was just deep in thought," she told him. "You looked awfully sad and near to tears," he said quietly. Before Beth could make a comment, he spoke again. "Hon, no man is worth the time or tears if he stands you up and I have a feeling this isn't the first time he's done this to you." Beth couldn't help but smile, he was so far off in his assumption. Jay was struck by her smile, it actually lit up her eyes. Now he was really curious, if it wasn't a man who had made her look so sad then what was it he wondered? She wore no ring on her ring finger so he assumed she was unattached. His mind was pondering the thought that she might be a Lesbian and it was her female lover who had stood her up. Maybe that was the reason for that smile of hers. "Leave it to a man to assume a woman's discomfort is because of a man," she said smiling at him. " I could be upset because my car broke down, maybe I had a really bad day at work, or maybe it's because my husband is late again," she told him still smiling at him. "Ok, I can buy the car breaking down, or even a bad day at work, but I don't buy the husband bit because you don't have a ring on," he told her smiling back at her. "Ok, so no husband, but it still could be one of the other two reasons." Jay moved down the bar until he was sitting in the chair next to her. "Ok, so which one of the other two is it if you don't mind my asking?" "Actually it's neither one I'm afraid. I was supposed to meet my best friend here but it seems she isn't coming." There was that sad look in her eyes again and it made him all the more curious as to the reason for it. Hell, he was as bad as a woman, he was thinking to himself. He was getting nosy and it was really none of his business, but he couldn't stop himself from wondering what the reason was for the sad look in her eyes. He didn't realize he was smiling, but the thought had just popped into his mind that at least she wasn't a Lesbian after all. Beth liked his smile, she could easily see how that smile of his would get him good marks with the ladies. He was tall, she had noticed that when he had gotten up to move down the bar to sit at her side. He was taller then her sons so he was well over 6' 4". She couldn't stop the questions that were running through her head. She knew he didn't belong here, not at this bar and not in this town. He was to polished, to well dressed, and she had a feeling that the tan he was sporting didn't come from the tanning booths. "Your not from around here are you," she asked him? "How very astute of you, what gave me away," he asked her smiling? "Your manner, your clothes and the tan your sporting," she told him bluntly. "So I'm assuming that your from one of the warmer states, Florida, Texas, or maybe California and your probably here on business or visiting a friend or relative, am I close in my assumptions," she asked him? "Your pretty good, but you have the state wrong. I'm from Hawaii and yes I'm here on business." He held his hand out to her. "I guess if we're going to go on guessing about each other then we should at least introduce ourselves. I'm Jay, pleased to meet you." Beth had reached for his handshake and introduced herself. His handshake was firm and Beth liked that. She just hated men who had wimpy handshakes, it actually made her feel creepy to have touched them. That was one of the biggest turn offs she had when meeting a man. " Now that we have been introduced may I buy you a drink?" "Thanks, but no, I guess I should get going. I'm sure she won't show up now so no use hanging around." "Look, it's getting close to dinner time and I would love for you to join me. It's pretty boring eating alone, especially when your in a strange town. I promise I don't bite and I really would enjoy your company." Beth was trying to figure out why this stranger would want her company for dinner. He must be really bored she was thinking, just wanting someone to talk to for a bit. Oh well, why not, she didn't feel like going home to cook, and the idea of going to a restaurant to eat alone didn't appeal to her anymore then it did him. "Ok, but I will pay for my own meal," she told him. "Beth I've never let a lady pay for any meal when she shares one with me and I sure as hell won't start now. I invited you to be my guest, to keep me company and for some much needed conversation," he told her with a huge smile on his face. "Ok, I'll be a good guest then," she told him. He stood up and offered her his hand, leading her over to one of the empty tables farthest from the door away from the cool air coming in when someone new would come inside. He wasn't used to this kind of cold, being used to the sunshine in Hawaii or Milan where he spent a good portion of his time. He seated her then took the chair across from her. A waiter came over and left them with the food menu, telling them he would give them a few minutes to make their dinner selections. He asked her what she wanted so he would be ready with their order when the waiter returned. Beth had never had anyone order her meal for her, not even her ex husband on the rare occasions when they were out. He placed their order and ordered them both another drink. "So, if you don't mind my asking or sounding to nosy, just what brings you to our little town," she asked him. "I'm here overseeing some design modifications that are being made on some engine parts." So he must be some type of Automotive engineer, but still she had a feeling he was more then that. She had met Lee Iacocca and Bill Ford years ago when they had happened into the truck stop she had worked at and although they both had the look of money and power neither one of them seemed to be as polished as this man was. Jay was intently watching a car race that was on the TV to the left of him so Beth had a few moments to study this stranger sitting across from her. Nope, he wasn't an engineer she decided, he didn't look or dress the part. So he must own some car company or from his interest in the race on TV he was either a big fan or he might just own a race car. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you but I wanted to check on the progress of this race," he told her. "I've never understood people's fascination with cars racing around a track," she remarked. "No matter what kind of race it happens to be, say Nascar, Stock Cars, Dragsters, or Formula 1 racers they all have the same things in common. They drive for the thrill, the speed, and the chance to be number one. "Your more then just a fan of racing aren't you," she asked him? "A fan yes, owner yes, and sometimes driver, yes to all three," he told her with a huge smile on his face. " I'm an owner in a Formula 1 race team, I was just checking out some of the competition. We have a race coming up at Monza, that is where the first World Championship Italian Grand Prix was held back in 1950." They talked some more about racing, a little about each other, about music, movies all the normal things people chat about when first getting to know someone. Beth hadn't realized how late it was until she glanced at the clock hanging behind the bar on her way back from the ladies room. My god, they had been talking for more than four hours, it was close to midnight and she needed to get home to let the dogs out. "Jay, it's getting late and I need to get home to let my dogs out. Thank you again for dinner. I enjoyed the meal and our conversation," "Hang on a minute Beth and let me pay our bill, then I will walk you out to your car," he told her as he stood up, then taking her arm he led her up to the bar where he paid their bill. When they reached her car Beth again thanked him for the meal. "Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me again tomorrow night Beth?" Now this really surprised Beth, she never expected for him to want her to join him for dinner again. "Before you say no, I really would enjoy your company. I enjoyed having you to talk to and I really don't want to spend another night eating alone. So come on say you will join me?" Beth couldn't help herself when she told him she would be delighted to. When he asked her for her address she told him she would meet him because it would be to hard to explain to him how to find her home. "So any suggestions on where we should eat," he asked her. Beth knew that he was staying at McCamly Plaza Hotel so she told him that they could eat at Clara's on the River. She told him to ask anyone at the Hotel how to get there as it was only about three blocks behind the Hotel and that she would meet him there at 7:00 pm the following evening. The following evening Beth was still trying to figure out why Jay would want her company for dinner again. They were two entirely different people from far different worlds. She figured he was just amusing himself with her while trying to pass the time in a small town where there wasn't much of anything for him to do while he was here. She arrived about ten minutes to seven and was impressed that he was already there waiting for her to arrive. "This is a charming little restaurant, and I was told by two of the workers at the Hotel that they have some good food here," he told her, as he rested his hand in the small of her back leading her to the front door. Beth had a momentary feeling of warmth flow through her when she felt his hand at her back. Get it together girl she was telling herself, this man is way out of your league. After they were seated he gave the waitress their drink order. They discussed the menu and decided on their dinner selections. When the waitress arrived with their drinks he told her they were ready to order. "You know seeing a town all decorated for Christmas in a town where there is actually snow is a whole lot different then seeing one where everything is green and the temperatures are warm," he told her smiling. "I drove around looking at all the decorations when I first arrived in town. It makes you want to be a kid again counting down the days until Santa would arrive." "Yes, it is pretty but it doesn't hold a candle as far as I'm concerned to the decorations in Marshall. I always look forward to the Christmas parade and have never missed one since being a small child. The first Monday after Thanksgiving is when the Christmas parade is, that's when the lights and decorations are turned on for the first time." "I take it that is where you grew up," he said? "Yes, both of my parents were from there and all six of us kids were born there. My uncle owned the welding shop and was well known around town. When his youngest son graduated high school he went to work on the police force, then ended up being a Sargent on the county sheriff's department until he retired." Their meal arrived and they spent the next couple of hours talking about each others live's and families. "So do you have someplace around here where you can go and dance," he asked her. Beth was positive he was not used to going to the types of bars like they had here in town. In fact they only had three bars that had bands anymore. Most of the bars were sports bars and didn't offer music or dancing. One bar at the far end of town was to rough a place to go to anymore. One was geared for the young, alternative and rapper types of music and the other was a mix of country and rock-n-roll. The only trouble with that one was if you didn't get there early you could never find anywhere to sit and once the band started playing it was so loud you couldn't even talk to the person next to you without shouting. "We only have one bar here in town where they play a mix of country and rock-n-roll where you can dance, but after the band starts playing it's usually packed and you can never get a table." "Ok. Then how about catching a late movie somewhere," he asked? "You must really be bored Jay," she told him laughing. "Now why would you say that," he asked her with a puzzled look on his face. "When was the last time you went to a movie?" "Hang on, I'm trying to think. You know I can't remember when it was come to think of it," he told her grinning. "Well I'm up for a movie if you are? Do they still sell popcorn at the movies," he asked her winking at her? "I have a better idea, you drive and I'll give you directions. I know of this other bar where they play music and there is dancing come to think of it," she told him grinning at him. Beth had a wicked streak in her that came out from time to time and this was one of those times. She was positive that he would have never expected what was about to happen to him. "Heartbeats huh? Slow dancing so you can hear your partners heartbeat while you hold her close is that it," he asked her as they made their way to the front door? Beth didn't answer him because he would know the minute they walked inside the reason for the name. She was dying to see the expression on his face when he realized where she had taken him. She thought she had noticed a moment of shock on his face before he laughed out loud, grinning ear to ear. The doorman told him there would be a five dollar cover charge for him but ladies got in free. Jay paid the guy the five bucks and followed Beth over to a table near the stage. "My, my, but you are full of surprises Ms. Beth. Been a few years since I've been in a strip bar," he said winking at her. "Well, they do play music and there is dancing, I just didn't mention what kind of dancing," she said laughingly. While they were waiting for the drinks they had ordered Jay decided to ask Beth why. "So what possessed you to bring me here?" "I don't know, guess I was feeling a bit wicked and thought you would get a kick out of it," she told him. "Give you something different to think about when you go back to your hotel rather then engine parts or how bored you are." "Tell me, did you happen to think that maybe this might give me a very restless night instead?" "Well, no I didn't, but if it does, at least it will take your mind off of car parts or boredom." "I have to agree with you there, but then it will put my mind into really feeling lonely and of needing to feel a nice warm body laying next to mine. Any suggestions?" Beth felt the warmth enter her cheeks, his question and the twinkle in his eyes were as if he were flirting with her, as if telling her that he wouldn't mind if it were her body laying next to his. Beth had never thought for one moment that this man found her anything more then just a nice person to talk to while he was stuck in this boring little town. "Well, now that you know where this place is, if you come back here after returning me to my car I would bet my last dollar that when you left here you wouldn't be going alone," she told him smiling shyly. Jay was about to lead her into a more intimate conversation then decided better of it. In two days time he already knew that she was not a woman who would go to bed with just anyone, and especially not with someone who was still a relative stranger to her. They stayed for about an hour then he suggested that they leave. Truth was the naked women were getting him more aroused then he wanted. He wasn't thinking about them though, his mind was involved with Beth and what he would like to be doing to her right then. When they got back to the restaurant parking lot he asked her for her phone number. "I'm meeting with some engineers tomorrow afternoon Beth and it will probably last through the dinner hour, but I would like to call you later that evening just to chat if you wouldn't mind?" She gave him her phone number and told him she would look forward to his call. He helped her into her car then made sure she was safely on her way before he left to return to the Hotel. He had to restrain himself both physically and emotionally because he desperately wanted to kiss her good night. He called as promised the next evening and they chatted for about an hour before saying goodnight. Beth had just gotten of the phone with her sister. She was to meet them at the Stagecoach for dinner where they would stay until it was time for the Christmas parade. She hadn't gotten more then ten feet from the phone before it rang again. "Hello?" "Hi Beth, What time is that parade tonight? I thought we'd take in the parade then get some dinner when it was over?" Beth was lost for words, all day she had been harboring the idea of inviting him to join her for the parade but she thought it would be something to ordinary for him. Now here he was on the phone wanting to go with her. The Race Driver "I would enjoy your company Jay. I'm meeting my sister and her family at five at a downtown eatery before the parade. We can either join them in a early dinner or we could go somewhere after the parade if you like? The parade starts at seven and lasts about an hour." "Sounds good Beth, I think I would like to wait to eat after the parade if you don't mind? So give me directions to your home and I'll pick you up in an hour." "Jay we can meet somewhere easy for you to find and I will ride with you." "Beth I'm not used to my date driving herself everywhere we go, I do like to make sure my date is returned home safely. Is there a reason why you don't want me to know where you live?" "Of course not. Tell you what, just for tonight we can meet somewhere easy for you to find then when you take me back to my car you can follow me home. Will that be ok?" "Fair enough, I'll see you in an hour at that bar we first met at." He was waiting for her when she arrived. On the drive they talked about her hometown. When they got to her hometown he could see why she loved it. Even without all the decorations lit up yet, the Christmas scenes were charming. He had enjoyed meeting her sister and her family and seeing her eyes sparkle as she watched the parade with her two nieces. When the lights came on, Jay had to admit that the little town was beautiful. After the parade they said their goodbye's to her sister and made their way out of town to a restaurant she had told him about. After dropping her off at her car he followed her to her home. He pulled into her driveway and parked behind her car. She was already getting out of her car before he reached her door. "Do you feel better now that you know where I live," she asked him? "Yes. Now, are you going to invite me in or do we say goodnight here in your driveway?" "Jay what are you expecting from me,"she asked him pointedly? Beth figured that once he had seen that she lived in a house trailer he would finally realize just how different they were. He could see the tenseness enter her body, the questions in her eyes and knew that he had to tread lightly if he wanted to continue on with this friendship. "I expect you to offer me a cup of coffee, some more conversation, introduction to your dogs, and a kiss goodnight when I leave," he told her honestly. "Well, I think I can handle three out of four of your requests," she told him opening her door to allow him entrance. They were immediately greeted by her two dogs. They both had to get a good sniff of him to see if he was ok before the larger one ran off to retrieve a toy which she brought right back to him. He had reached down to pet the smaller one and the little guy cowered close to the floor as if he were afraid of him. "It's ok, he'll let you pet him, he just doesn't know you to trust you. He had been abused when I got him from the shelter. I've had him five years now and he still cowers when you reach down to him. He had been very badly mistreated according to the vet from the animal shelter." "Now this one will fetch that toy for you as many times as you will throw it for her,"she said smiling down at her pet. Beth began making the coffee while Jay tossed the toy down the hall for the larger dog to fetch. She knew he liked his coffee black so she poured him a cup and took it to him where he sat on the couch in the living room. She sat on the love seat across from him and heard his soft chuckle. "Are you afraid of me Beth, is that why you didn't choose to sit here on the couch with me?" He was smiling a very wicked little smile which Beth couldn't help but laugh at. "Jay, why have you wanted to spend time with me. At first I thought it was just because you were bored and just needed someone to talk to in a strange town." "Because I enjoyed our conversation and your company that night in the bar. Your nice to be with and I have very much enjoyed our talks." "How much longer are you going to be in town," she asked him? "I leave on Wednesday, I have some business to attend to in California." "Tell you what, seeing that tomorrow will be the last time we can share a meal how about if I cook, it's the least I can do after all the meals you have gotten me?" "Well, I don't know...Can you cook," he asked grinning at her? "When I want to, I promise it won't kill you or make you ill. How does seven sound?" "Seven will be fine. I will be looking forward to a home cooked meal," he told her. They talked for a little while more then he told her he had a early meeting in the morning so he should be on his way. She got up to walk him to the door, but when she reached for the door knob he stayed her hand. "Oh no you don't, you owe me that kiss goodnight," he told her reaching for her. Before Beth could move he had pulled her tight into his chest as his mouth descended on hers. The first touch of his lips against hers sent a little jolt of electricity through her. She hadn't realized that she was standing on her tip toes until her legs began to give way from the raw passion in his kiss. Beth was getting lost in his kiss, if Jay wasn't holding her so tightly she would have crumpled at his feet. She had been kissed in passion many times before and had enjoyed the kisses, but this was different. This kiss had her on fire, there had been no spark, the gradual building of a fire, this was an explosion, she was being consumed by the flames of his kiss. Jay wanted to do nothing more then to drag her back to her bedroom and make love to her, but he knew now was not the time. He had an unfair advantage over her at this time, she would regret anything that happened after this point and he didn't want that to happen. "Now that is what I call a goodnight kiss," he told her softly after ending the passionate kiss. Beth couldn't talk, she was still trying to catch her breath after that explosive kiss. He was still holding her and she could feel his racing heartbeat beneath her fingertips. "Why?" Just one word, that was all she could manage to say. "Because you have very kissable lips and I've wanted to taste them since that first night." Beth pushed herself away from him, she didn't know what to say, her emotions were still running on high and the confusion she was feeling just made things worse. "I'll see you tomorrow at seven Beth. Sweet dreams." How long Beth stood there staring at the door she had no idea. She was still trying to figure out what had just happened. An hour later, laying in her bed she was still trying to figure out that kiss. A kiss goodnight was one thing, but that kiss was anything but an ordinary kiss goodnight. All day she couldn't get that kiss out of her mind, so to take her mind off it she decided to make homemade lasagna for their dinner that night. She spent the better part of the day making the sauce then constructing the lasagna. She put it in the oven an hour before he was due for dinner. While it was cooking she made a side salad for them. She hadn't bothered making anything for dessert because she had never seen him order anything sweet the three times they had eaten out. She took her shower while their dinner was cooking. Beth took the lasagna out of the oven to allow it to set for at least a half hour before serving it then went about setting the table. She filled the coffee pot so it was ready to brew after they had eaten their meal in case he wanted coffee. Jay arrived promptly at seven with a bottle of wine. As soon as he was inside the dogs greeted him. Owlsa now put his paws on his pant leg to welcome him allowing him to pet him while Jesse ran off to fetch her toy to drop it at his feet and await his pat on her head. "Something sure smells good Beth. I have a feeling you really can cook after all," he told her smiling. She got two wine glasses from the cupboard for him while she sliced the lasagna and dished up their plates. "Beth this is delicious, and I mean that sincerely. I've eaten many true Italian dishes and this is every bit as delicious as any that I have eaten before." "Thank you, I'm glad you've enjoyed it. Would you like a cup of coffee while I clear up in here," she asked him. "Yes, that would be lovely and I'll help you clear this up while we wait for the coffee to brew." After they finished clearing up the kitchen they took their coffee's into the living room. Beth had the TV on and the Green Mile was just coming on. "I love this movie, I think it is one of Stephen Kings best," she told him. "I've never seen it," he told her. Beth didn't want him accusing her of being afraid of him again so she sat down on the opposite end of the couch from him. Owsla came over and curled up beside his mistress's feet when he was sure she was going to stay there. Jesse tried to get Jay to toss her toy again but Beth told her to lay down and she obediently did as she asked. They sat in silence when the movie began and Jay found himself engrossed in the story line. They talked during the commercials but both of them were intent on the movie when it started back up. "I have to say that is one of the best shows I've seen in a very long time. I'm glad we watched it. Are you crying Beth?" "A little. I still can't make it through Old Yeller without crying my eyes out," she told him wiping the tears away. "When my youngest granddaughter would stay the night with me she always picked out the movie Dragon Heart to watch just so she could wait for the sad part that would make grandma cry. She would sit with the box of tissues on her lap just waiting for me to cry so she could wipe my tears away." Jay stood up and asked to use the restroom, she told him where it was and while he was gone she refilled their coffee cups. When he came back, he walked up to stand in front of her. Jesse immediately put herself between them and sat staring up at him. "Now that is the look of back off mister, if I ever saw one," he said looking down at Jesse. Beth reached over to take hold of Jesse's collar and was smiling. She couldn't help but chuckle before telling him the reason for her laughter. "Jesse has this thing about someone towering over me. She loves both of my boys but she has twice grabbed my oldest son in the crotch when he has leaned down to kiss me good bye. My youngest is wise to her so he always reaches down to hold her collar while he kisses me goodbye. We don't have a clue why she does it, but she just can't stand someone towering over me," she explained to him. "She is only protecting her mistress. She is just letting me know not to get any ideas, that she is watching," he told her laughing. Beth was about to say something but Jay sat down then reached across the couch to take her hand. "Come down here and sit next to me Beth, your much to far away." "Jay why are you doing this?" "Because I like you and want to get closer to you." "We are from two different worlds. Your suits and ties and I'm jeans and t-shirts. Your fine wines, and lavish restaurants, while I'm beer and burgers." "That's bullshit Beth and you know it. I wear jeans constantly and believe me these hands get dirty. Just because we live differently doesn't mean that we can't be together," he told her with conviction. "Jay, I can't be, and won't be someone you pass the time with for a couple of weeks while you're here then when you leave that's it. Neither of us fit in the others world." "That's still bullshit Beth. Look, I don't want us to argue Beth, I'll be back on the weekend and we can talk more about this when I return. Thanks again for dinner, it was a fantastic meal that I will always remember sharing with you." He was up and out the door before she could say anything. Now what, he was thinking to himself as he drove back to the hotel? How was he going to make her understand he was genuinely attracted to her. She had to many preconceived ideas why he wouldn't be. She was everything he liked in a woman and that was the real trouble, he knew without a doubt that proving his attraction to her would be the hardest thing he had to do. Jay liked women with some meat on their bones, he liked them full and curvy, small women just didn't appeal to him nor were they made for a man like him. He liked a woman he could feel in his arms, soft and cuddly not boney and breakable. Beth was built like that, he loved her long blond hair that he ached to wrap his fingers in. He loved that when she smiled it made her eyes seem like they were twinkling. He loved how mischievous she was, as in the night she had taken him to the strip club. Never in his life had one of the women he dated taken him to a strip club to watch a bunch of bare breasted women dancing on a stage. They would have felt threatened by that. Beth tried to make sense of Jay's apparent interest in her for the next two days. He had called her every night since he had left and that alone puzzled Beth. He told her he would be back in town Friday night and would pick her up around seven to go to dinner. She decided that she would invite a couple of her friends to meet them at the bar Friday night so he could see just how different she was from him and the type of people he was used to being around. When Friday night came she told him she was supposed to meet some friends at the bar that played country music and rock-n-roll. She wanted him to see first hand how different their lives were. Jaye and her boyfriend Tim were waiting for her when they arrived at the bar. Tim's best friend Jim was also there with his girlfriend Lisa. Beth introduced everyone to him and he had gotten a chuckle out of her girlfriends name being Jaye as well. Beth was sure that he had probably only heard this type of nasty talk from the men in his pit crew. She was also sure that he was not used to hearing women saying the word fuck as often as she and the other two women used it that night. Her friend Jaye was part Cherokee Indian and after a couple of drinks she would talk non stop. She couldn't hold her liquor at all. The first slow song the band played, Jay took Beth's hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor. He pulled her in tight to his body making sure that she could feel his heart beating as they danced. "What's the matter hon, do you feel safer with all your friends around tonight? Afraid that I might have designs on you and not take you home if you don't put out? Maybe your thinking you can just dump me here and catch a ride home with your friends, just in case I might ask to come inside when I take you home?" It was said more like a challenge, daring Beth to deny it or prove him wrong. "I can take care of myself darlin I don't need my friends to protect me from the big bad wolf." "I have no doubts about that at all," he whispered in her ear. The rest of the evening went by quickly. He laughed and joked with her friends and even told a couple of dirty jokes himself. He really seemed to be having a good time. Beth was just never quite sure if he was laughing with them or at them. "I take it I passed the test and proved that I could get along with your friends and have fun," he asked her on their drive back to her house? "It wasn't a test Jay, I just wanted you to see the world I live in," she told him. "Good enough. So now you have to give me the same courtesy and spend a day in mine. I'll pick you up at eight am, pack a bag and bring a dress we will be spending the weekend out of town, and don't worry Beth you will have your own room," he told her when he saw the shocked look on her face. "I can't just take off on a moments notice Jay, I have to make arrangements for the dogs." "Do your sons take care of them when you go away or do you board them." he asked her? They were pulling into her driveway and Beth's mind was still racing at this new turn of events. She couldn't just take off with him, she barely knew him for one thing. Oh god, don't let him kiss me again or I will agree to anything he wants she was telling herself when he stopped the car. "My sons usually take care of them when I go away, but the boys will want to know where I'm going," she told him. "I'm not sure yet but you can call them once we get to wherever our destination is and let them know." He got out and came around to let her out of the car. Once they got on her porch steps he pulled her into his arms. Be ready at eight, then he pulled her up and kissed her. The kiss was short and sweet. He waited until she was inside then he went to his car and drove off. Beth called her son because she knew he would still be up to ask him to come pick the dogs up in the morning. She told him she was going to be gone a couple of days and would call him later and tell him where she was staying when she got there. She was ready when Jay arrived at eight the next morning. She only had one dress, she usually wore it to funerals and occasionally on the rare occasion when she went somewhere that a dress was required. When she asked him where they were going all he would tell her was that it was going to be a surprise. So when he pulled into the airport the look she gave him had all kinds of questions in her eyes. "Come on, we have to check in our luggage before we can board." Beth followed him over to the ticket counter where he checked them in. The boy tagged their baggage and told them where to go to board their flight. When they boarded the plane they were shown to the first class section. Beth had flown with her uncle in his small Cessna when she was younger, but she had never been on a large plane before now. "Jay where are we going," she asked him. Just then the flight attendant started explaining the safety measures, at the end of her instructions she told them they would be landing in Las Vegas in approximately five hours. He wouldn't tell her anything more about the trip other then he had someplace special he wanted to take her. They talked about anything and everything and the next thing Beth knew they were telling them to fasten their seat belts for their landing. It took them a little while to wait for their baggage, but once they had their bags in tow Jay led her to a shuttle that would take them right to the hotel they were staying at. He checked them in and good to his word he had arranged for her to have her own room, although she thought it was rather sneaky of him to make sure it was a connecting room suite. "Beth I have some other arrangements to make so why don't you go rest a couple of hours before we get ready to go out tonight. Here is your room and your bath. We have dinner reservations for eight so be ready and wear your dress," he told her, giving her a quick kiss before heading out of her room. Beth took her shower then filled the huge tub up so she could soak away some of the tenseness she was feeling. They had some wonderful smelling bath oils and she choose a sandalwood essence. She tried to sleep but her mind was racing with so many questions. She had called her son earlier and told him where she was, she gave him the phone number to the Hotel in case anything happened while she was gone. Beth couldn't help it she was very attracted to Jay, and she had been hungering for his kiss ever since she had experienced that first consuming kiss form him. Not a night had gone by that she hadn't relived that kiss in her mind and dreams. That wasn't all Beth hungered for. She was aching to know his taste, she wanted to taste the heat and passion of him. Jay knocked on Beth's door telling her he was back and was going to go take a quick shower before they headed off to dinner. She was ready except for putting on her dress. She was standing on the balcony waiting for him staring up at the stars. Jay stopped at the door before making his presence known to Beth. She was wearing a black dress, it was a modest dress, curved neckline, about an inch above her knees, and long sleeved. Something sparkled at her wrist and he assumed it was a bracelet. As he got closer to her he noticed that the dress was velvet, her hair was pulled back behind one ear showing off one of her silver earrings. Her hair was shiny and flowing down past the middle of her back. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her deeply, he was aching to touch the silk of her hair. He restrained himself then announced his presence. The Race Driver "You look lovely Beth, shall we get going," he reached for her arm leading her to the door." One of the things he had done when he was out was to rent them a car. The next thing was to get directions from one of the men in his pit crew who had told him about this place a few months ago. He had made the reservation the week before when he was in California. He had every intention of getting Beth to agree to go away with him for the weekend before her setting up the night at the bar with her friends. That gave him the opening he needed to whisk her away. He had already searched for the place earlier that day so that he would have no trouble finding it that night. He parked way in the back of the full parking lot then went around to help Beth from the car. When they entered the front door the first thing Beth noticed was a wonderful smell. She couldn't put her finger on it but it was a pleasant smell. The next thing she noticed was that they were standing in a small entryway where a beautiful hostess was standing behind a small antique desk. To the right and left of her were two sets each of doorways. After she confirmed their reservation she lead them through the door furthest from her on her left. You could just barely hear soft music playing in the background. The aisle they were walking down was dimly lit with soft light. Plants were everywhere Beth noticed as they were led to their table. Tall palms, dwarf trees of every kind, almost a botanical garden. There were small fountains situated between the groups of plants. The soft tinkling of the water very soothing to the ear. The carpet was thick and lush green, like a carpet of grass. This is a place for lovers Beth thinks to herself, very erotic to the eyes and senses. Already she could feel the fires starting to burn within her. They hadn't even gotten to their table yet and she knew this was the most sensual place she had ever been. Why does this place bring to mind Casablanca, or maybe it was the Maltese Falcon she is thinking to herself? Beth doesn't know, but there seems to be some kind of De'ja-vu going on here her senses are telling her. They have seen no one else along the way but you know there are others somewhere else. There is a waiter already standing by the table they are led to. "Here we are sir," the hostess says softly. "Enjoy your meal." A high backed, thickly tufted booth is before them. It is shaped like a half circle, the table is covered in a long lime green table cloth that touches the floor. In the center of the table is a small miniature lamp, dimly lit. Next to that is a candle floating in a small bowl shaped like a sea shell, that wonderful scent wafting in the air. The waiter pulls the table out for them. Jay seats Beth first then sits down beside her, his thigh touching hers. "Good evening, my name is Kyle and I will be your server this evening. I will just take a minute of your time to explain to you how things work here. If you will look to your right sir you will see two buttons on the upper right corner of your booth. The white button is your call button, press that if you would like me to return to the table for any reason. The red button will beep once and then flash letting you know that your order is ready when you are. When you see the red button flash just press the white one and that will let me know that I may return to your booth with your order." All the time the young man is talking he has one of those smiles that says I know what your thinking. Or maybe it was a look of I know what your evening is all about. "If you should need to use the restrooms you will find one over behind that large palm tree. We ask that you do not wander around the dining area and only use the restroom that I have pointed out to you. Could I offer you a drink before you place your order," he asked them as he handed them a large menu. Jay gave the young man their drink order then before he left he explained that he would return shortly with the drinks and that would be the only time that he would return to the table without first being paged by the white button. Jay had asked her if she minded if he ordered for them and Beth had nodded her head yes. The young man had returned with their drinks, and Jay gave him their order. While he was talking with the waiter she knew that she had seen this scene before. From one of Humphrey Bogart's movies, which one she didn't recall, she just had the feeling that it was a movie he starred in. She was remembering how this had always been a scene in a fantasy dream of hers. Beth was smiling to herself, knowing full well how this evening was going to progress. Inwardly she was excited to get on with the evening. Already her passions were stirring in her loins and she found it extremely hard to sit still while Jay was discussing their order with the waiter. "Can you believe this place? I have been to some nice places before but this is one of the most romantic restaurants I have ever been in,"he said to her. Beth sat looking at him wondering if he had any idea just what was about to happen to him. "I have never been to anyplace like this before," she said softly. "But I have seen it before." "You've seen it before? You just said you have never been to anyplace like this before." "I've seen it many times in my dreams," she told him. He was leaning close to her, to close. He smelled fresh, his cologne reminded Beth of citrus flavors. Not over powering like some men's colognes could be. He started to speak but Beth placed her finger upon his lips. He was staring into her eyes as her lips touched his. His lips parted as the tip of her tongue lightly outlined his lips. The kiss was slow and tender, tongues dancing lightly and softly in their mouths, it was a sensuous kiss but held the hint of passion. Beth pulled her mouth away and he sat looking at her with a question in his eyes. Jay was still looking at her intently, still with that questioning look in his eyes. He was wondering why she had kissed him and why had she broken off the kiss? He leaned towards her once again, and was about to say something. Beth placed her finger on his lips again before he could say anything. Still looking into his eyes he watched as she slid slowly down and under the table. The tablecloth hid her perfectly. She saw the shock register in his eyes as he watched her slip under the table. Beth placed her hands on his thighs and felt his muscles tense at her first touch. She let her hands slide slowly down his legs, pausing to kneed and massage the calves of his legs. She placed her hands gently between his legs, pressing outwards. His legs slowly opened wider for her and she moved between his legs. Her hands slowly slid up his thighs to his waist. She felt a quiver in his legs and although he couldn't see her, she was smiling with pleasure. Her right hand moved slowly from his waist down to the crotch of his pants, pressing gently against him. His body jerked slightly but within seconds he relaxed and she could feel his growing excitement starting to rise in the crotch of his slacks. Slowly Beth unzipped his slacks and let her hand slide inside, pressing softly against his hardening cock. She was both pleased and surprised when she found him naked underneath his slacks. She caressed him gently, loving the feel of the warm, hardness of him. Beth removed her hand and preceded to undo his belt, she opened his slacks up far enough to release his hard shaft. She wrapped her hand around his cock again and slowly began to stroke him. Beth was being deliberately slow with her strokes. She reached under his cock to slowly caress his balls, loving the feel of them moving around in his sac. "My God woman!" "What's the matter? Can't handle it?" "I think your the one doing all the handling, and quite well I might add." His thighs were still tense and his legs were closing tightly around her. Beth lowered her mouth and at the first touch of her mouth, he jerked in surprise. She was smiling again and filled with all kinds of pleasure. Her mouth was warm and wet against his cock, she slowly took the length of him deeper into her mouth. With each up and down stroke of her mouth she could feel him growing harder. She let her tongue run slowly up the underside of his cock to the large full head then she let the tip of her tongue make lazy circles around the head. "Christ babe you have got to stop, the light is going off, our meal is ready." "Then press the white button, or don't you have the nerve," she told him before returning her mouth to his cock. Beth let her tongue slither back down and slowly lick his balls, making them wet with the moistness of her mouth. She sucked them deeply into her mouth, sucking softly. She could feel the heat in him and that made her pleasure all the more potent. She was beginning to feel the wetness that was accumulating between her thighs. She was slowly taking him deeper into her mouth when the waiter arrived with their meal. His body stiffened as she heard the waiter ask him if there would be anything else that they might need. She clamped down on his cock just then sucking him harder and moving her mouth up and down his burgeoning shaft. She could feel his veins in his cock filling with his hot blood. His cock was warm and throbbing in her mouth and the wetness between her legs was becoming unbearable, her clit was throbbing, swollen and burning with desire. When he spoke to the waiter it was with a slightly breathless voice that he told him everything was fine. As soon as the waiter left his hands reached under the table and gently touched her face and hair. Her hair was as soft and silky as he had imagined. She increased the pressure on his cock and within moments she could feel the warm, sweet taste of his cum sliding down her throat. Just as the warmth of his cum slid across her tongue she had a small orgasm along with his. She slowly licked every drop of cum from his cock then she gently pulled his slacks closed, zipped them back up and refastened his belt. He reached his hand under the table and took hers, helping her back up to sit beside him. "That was wonderful and very unexpected." He leaned forward and kissed her very softly on the lips. "I would have never guessed in a million years that you would do something like that, Beth." "Why not? Is it because the women your used to being with wouldn't lower themselves in that manner, so early on? But, since I'm from the other side of the tracks so to speak, why would it surprise you?" "So you thought I would be shocked by your sensual behavior? Or maybe you were hoping that I would find your behavior distasteful?" He leaned in close to her, placing his hand upon the hem of her dress, then slowly rubbing the inside of her leg as he spoke. "What would you think if I told you that I find you totally sexy and intriguing, would you believe me?" His hand was slowly working it's way up higher on her thigh, her body was still primed with pent up passion, she kept her legs tightly closed. She was not built for him to seek her out with his questing fingers. She felt the tip of his tongue as he ran it softly along the top of her shoulder and up her neck, making her quiver with desire. He knew he wasn't going to get any further with her when she didn't open her legs up to him. "Shall we finish our meal and get out of here," he asked her softly? They ate their meal and made small talk, all the while Jay was still filled with the erotic moments they had just shared. Jay buzzed for their waiter, when he reappeared he asked them if they would like dessert. Beth spoke before Jay had a chance to and told the waiter no thanks she had already had her dessert before her meal. With a soft chuckle Jay paid the bill and they left. When they reached the car he took her in his arms pulling her tightly against him as he kissed her with passion. "Jay I want you to fuck me right now, I can't wait until we get back to the hotel, I'm on fire for you right now," she told him pressing her hand against the front of his slacks, feeling his hard cock against her hand. He pulled her around to the back of the car and wasted no time in pressing her up against the trunk of the car. He lifted the hem of her dress up over her ass with one hand while unzipping his slacks with the other. He shoved his cock in her deep and held it there, he heard her small gasp when the full length of him hit home. He reached around in front of her cupping her breasts in his hands, pulling her back against his chest. "I've been dying to be inside you, to feel you warm and wet against my cock," he told her as he ran his tongue down her neck to her shoulder before biting her gently, making her jump. "Fuck me Jay, I can't wait any longer." He pushed her back down on the trunk and slowly began long slow strokes with his cock. He loved seeing his cock as it appeared with each outward stroke. "Faster Jay, harder, I need to cum," she yelled at him. He was fucking her like they had been parted for years and couldn't take time for all the pleasantries of their reunion. It was a raw fuck, one filled with lust and hard passion. Within moments Beth was covering his cock with her cream, her orgasm was quick and powerful. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed this deep physical release. "I know that we just had dinner but I'm still hungry,"she told him taking off her seatbelt and sliding over next to him. She placed her hand at his crotch then unzipped his slacks pulling his cock free from his slacks. She lowered her head and slowly began bringing him back to arousal as he drove them back to the hotel. "Christ woman, I won't be able to walk inside if you keep this up," he told her trying to get her to stop until they got back to the hotel. Beth, you have to stop dear, we're back and I can't wait to get you into our room. Beth reluctantly stopped enjoying her snack, then let him help her from the car. They took the elevator from the parking garage and Beth made sure she kept in contact with his aroused cock on the ride to their room. She had slipped her hand inside his slacks when he was kissing her so that she could stroke his cock. Halfway up, the elevator stopped to let in two more passengers. Beth stood in front of Jay with her back pressed tight against him. She had grabbed his hands and brought them around her so it looked like he was holding onto her. His cock was pressing hard into her ass cheeks and Beth couldn't help but squirm against him. They were lucky because the other passengers got off on the floor just before theirs. Their room was two doors down from the elevator so they didn't have far to go. Jay already had the room key out to swipe before they got to the room. He pulled her inside so quickly she almost tripped on the carpet. He spun her around as soon as he had closed the door but before he could pull her to him she had dropped to the floor on her knees, reaching for his swollen cock. She engulfed him so quickly it took his breath away. She licked, sucked and teased his cock relentlessly. He kept trying to pull her up and away from his cock, but she would just bare down more when he did. He laced his fingers in her hair, holding it back from her face so he could watch her as she devoured his cock. He knew he wouldn't last much longer if he didn't get her to relinquish his cock from the warm confines of her mouth. He finally managed to pull her up and pulled her tight against his chest before he ravaged her mouth with his fierce kiss. His kiss was consuming her again, explosions going off inside of her with each stroke of his lips, his tongue dueling with hers in that age old dance of passion. Beth could spend the rest of the night doing nothing more then sharing his kisses and be happy. A thought quickly came and went, she knew that when the passion died she was going to be sorry for letting herself get carried away. Jay pulled her over to the huge couch, he sat down then pulled her down on his hard cock, he heard her gasp as she felt the full length of him enter her again. He wasted no time in pulling her dress up over her head and releasing her tits from the confines of her bra. They were deliciously heavy in his hands, god how much he loved a woman with huge tits he was thinking to himself as he raised them to his waiting mouth. He felt her body shiver at the first touch of his lips against her nipples. She moaned deeply when he sucked one deeply into his mouth, again gasping from the pleasure. He transferred his mouth to the other nipple and loved how it hardened quickly in his mouth. He looked into her eyes and could see the passion there as she intently watched him. It didn't take him long to figure out that her breasts were an erogenous zone for her. The longer he sucked and licked her nipples the more aroused she became. It wasn't long before he felt her orgasm overtake her, her body tensed and pulled at him as she reached that plateau that release brought you to. He felt her cream covering his cock as it flowed from her. Jay was aching to taste her cream, he had been patient through each encounter with her letting her have her way and now he wanted his turn. He put his hands on her waist and stood up pulling her up with him until her feet were on the floor. He quickly pulled her into the bedroom and pushed her none to gently down onto the bed, her legs hanging over the side of the bed. He knelt between her legs, pressing them further apart to give him access to her pussy. He made short work of licking up her cream, as his tongue drove her crazy. She had a nice size clit, one that he could easily suck. He loved how her fingers were lacing through his hair while he drank of her juices. She was close to coming again as her hips kept raising up, pressing her pussy deeper into his mouth. He latched onto her clit again and sucked her little woman's cock intently. "Don't stop Jay, please don't stop!" She was squeezing her legs tightly against his face as another orgasm took charge of her. She was squirming all over the place as he refused to give up his sweet torture of her pussy with his mouth. Her brought her to orgasm twice more before she begged him to kiss her. "Please Jay, kiss me. I need to feel your mouth on mine, I want to taste me on your lips, please babe, oh god please kiss me!" He took his mouth from her pussy sliding his body up hers. Her eyes changed color when she was filled with passion. Her hazel eyes were more blue he noticed as he leaned down to kiss her again. He loved how her body would have little shivers when he was kissing her. He loved that his kisses affected her this way, she absolutely melted when they kissed. His desire was high and no matter how hard he tried to restrain himself to take things slow he was losing the battle. He wanted her but he didn't want to drive her away from him either. He broke the kiss then quickly moved off of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He moved quickly so that he was laying on top of her. He held her arms down to keep her from moving them. He had managed to get his legs between hers, spreading hers apart. His cock was pressed down the crack of her ass as he held her down tightly. He had to lift himself slightly from her so that he could move her long hair to the side, out of his way. He ran his tongue across the back of her neck, along the top of her shoulders, she squirmed underneath him, little shivers running along her spine. He was trying to let his ardor slow down but it was having the opposite effect on him. The more he touched her, the more he wanted to be inside her. The gentle kisses he wanted to lace across her shoulders and neck were far from being gentle. He just couldn't control the raw passion that was inside him. The Race Gabriella was finished with her last client at five. She hurried back to the hotel, anxious to see which of her men would show up first. She thought she had seen a white car like John's go by, but then there were a lot of white Nissan's in the area, and the more she was looking for his, the more of them she saw. She hurried up to her room to freshen up before one of them might get here. She removed the blouse she had been wearing all day and selected a thin silky one. She decided to dispense with her bra just before she put the blouse on. As long as she was dispensing with the bra, she removed her undies too. She decided the short skirt was okay, and then left for the lobby. She felt it would be easier to wait for them there than pace around in her hotel room. She felt very sexy, and a little naughty for leaving her bra and panties off, as she stepped into the elevator. Just before six, John drove over to the hotel's parking lot. He had no idea where Paul was, but enough time had elapsed to make the trip from Colorado and it was time to claim his prize. He parked his car and was just getting out when Paul drove into the lot. He pulled up behind John's car. "How did you do it?" Paul asked. "How the fuck did you get here ahead of me?" "I drove very carefully and obeyed all of the laws. So Speedracer, what time does your Ralph's receipt say?" "Six-oh-one." "Sorry pal, mine says five twenty-eight. I beat your ass by a good thirty minutes." "Shit. I don't believe it. How the fuck did you do it? Let me park this thing and let's go find Gabriella," he said. Then he drove to the nearest open parking slot. Fortunately for John, Paul didn't ask him what he had been doing for the last half-hour; something that just occurred to him as Paul was parking his car. If it had been the other way around, he would have asked. He decided that he had better come up with an excuse fast, just in case "Macho-man" ever started thinking with the other head and asked. Paul parked his car, looking pretty clean for just having made a mad dash from Denver to LA, and the two of them walked into the lobby to find Gabriella. They were just about to ask for her at the desk when she stepped out of the elevator. Her appearance was stunning. It just about made John's mouth water, and was almost enough to make Paul cry. Her breasts jiggled, unrestrained by a bra, under her thin blouse as she walked toward them and her erect nipples, only covered by the thin material, were very obvious. "My God, you're both here, and at the same time!" she said when she saw the two of them. Maybe it was a tie! "Not exactly," Paul announced, sounding rather down. "John beat me by thirty minutes. I saw his receipt on the way in. I can't fuckin' believe it." "Really?" she asked wide-eyed. "Thirty minutes?" So much for a tie. If they had both been in line at the supermarket at the same time she could have maybe gotten away with declaring it a tie and, much to her delight, tried to get both of them into her bed at the same time. Thirty minutes was a little too wide a gap. These two were way too competitive to consider that a tie. "Yup," said John proudly, "may as well have been two hours for all the difference it makes. I won. The old man won - beat the kid." "Yea, you did," said Paul, sounding even more down in the dumps, "so let's not rub it in. I just drove my ass off for twenty four hours for nothing. I think I'll get a room for the night and pass out. I'm beat. You two have a really good time." "Nighty-night!" Paul teased him cheerfully. "I'm just glad you both made it okay. Really. I think this wasn't one of my better ideas, and you two were nuts to take me up on it." "Thanks. I'll see you two in the morning," said Paul as he headed for the desk clerk to get a room. "You aren't too tired for the evening's winner's festivities are you John?" "Nah, I'm fine.for a few hours anyway. Can I buy you dinner?" "Sure, we can even eat here at The Caf‚ in the hotel. It's a little pricey, but the food is okay, and I doubt you really feel like driving anywhere anyway. We can eat and then retire to my room for a little.fun. I'm really horny." She wasn't the only one in that condition. They went into the restaurant, found a secluded booth, and ordered dinner. They chatted while they waited for their order, but John was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her nipples. They were still very erect and poking at the thin material of Gabriella's blouse. Every movement she made caused the thin material to drag over those perky nipples, keeping them in a constant state of arousal. "They're in need of attention, " she said. "Who is?" "My nipples silly. That's why they're so hard now. I noticed you were looking at them. Now let's see if they've made you horny," she said as she put her hand in his lap. "Oh yea! They got to you all right! Oh God, that feels big." "Trust me, it's average. I'd check you, but pantyhose tend to prevent that." "They do, but what makes you so sure that's what I have on?" Thigh-highs! John put his arm around her and let his other hand other hand slide off the table and onto her lap. For anyone who might have seen them, he tried to make it look like he was just being affectionate, was talking to her, and might be thinking of kissing her. His hand slid up a silky sexy firm leg and under the edge of her skirt. He found the wide lacy elastic top of her stockings. His hand continued on over the smooth warm skin of her leg, expecting to find silky panties. Much to his delight he found that not only did she not have panties on, she shaved! Trying to be very discreet so the whole restaurant wouldn't know what he was doing, he let a finger slide over the upper part of her naked slit. "Watch that finger buddy!" she whispered, "I might just come all over it right here in the restaurant. I'm just about that horny." "Gee, that would be terrible. I sure hope you would make a lot less noise than Sally did in the movie `When Harry Met Sally'." "No kidding," she said looking around. There weren't that many people in the restaurant at the moment and no one near them. She slid down a little in the seat and spread her legs some. "See how wet I am just thinking about what's to come - pun intended." John's finger caressed her sex slit once again, and this time he pressed a finger in between her pouting lips. She was VERY wet! His finger moved a little further down and probed into her. He felt her strong muscles give his finger a squeeze as it entered her. "I'm telling you, be careful with that finger!" He was being very careful with that finger, as it started slowly up, parting her sexy inner nether lips, and moved up to her waiting clit. He felt her jump a little as he slowly but firmly moved his finger over her very excited clit. Now he began to slowly circle it, and only occasionally did he rub his finger gently but firmly over it. Soon that finger slid back down between the soft delicate inner lips and slipped into her as his thumb took over caressing her clit. Soon a second finger joined the first inside her. He felt her give them a good strong squeeze. "Oh God.John, you're trying to make me come right here. Please don't." Yet her legs moved further apart. "I wouldn't think of it," he said looking around for the waitress. She was no where to be seen. Fortunately, it should be several more minutes before their food was ready. His thumb went to work on her now fully erect clit, moving faster now, and sometimes circling it. "I don't believe you're going to make me come right here. Are you sure you want me to come here? Oh shit.I'm going to come all over your fingers real soon." Gabriella's eyes were closed and her head was firmly back against the high-backed seat. "You wouldn't really come on my fingers right here would you?" he teased. But his thumb and fingers never let up on her. "Hide and watch!" she hissed. She slid just a little further down in her seat. Gabriella's hand went to his crotch and grabbed a very firm appendage she found there. She began rubbing up and down it through his pants. "Oh God I need this," she groaned. "Soon. We have to eat first." "No, I'm going to come first! Oh John.I'm coming!" she whispered. "Oh God it feels good." Her body began to lurch and jerk as her orgasm started. She was quiet about it, but if anyone had been watching, they certainly would have known what she was doing. Her legs clamped together, almost preventing John's thumb from ministering to her throbbing clit, as her head fell forward. When it was over, she relaxed, sat up, and put her head against the seat back. "Jesus, I don't believe you just got me off in a restaurant," she whispered. She didn't know how he was in bed yet, but he was showing very great promise. Gabriella scooted her skirt back down a bit and tried to make like nothing had happened. In spite of her best effort, she still had that "I-just-got-fucked" look about her. A few short minutes later, the waitress showed up with their food. She gave them a funny look, but said nothing. The two of them ate in anticipation of what was to come. One momentarily satisfied and the other in a state of sexual frenzy. They skipped desert. John paid the bill and they left. They stopped by John's car and got his suitcase before going to Gabriella's room. Once in the room, Gabriella quickly retrieved something out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom. She told John to get settled and that she would be out in just a minute. John found a place to park his suitcase and thought he would get ready for her. He had managed to unbutton his shirt and get his shoes off before she came out of the bathroom. He hadn't been moving very fast. "Come on lover," she said coming out of the bathroom, "I really need you naked tonight." Gabriella was now dressed only in a very sexy teddy that was more lace than anything else. It tied in several strategic places at the sides and there were a few pieces of wide satin ribbon covering certain very private assets. She had a hot body, and this teddy just made it look that much sexier. "Sweet Jesus, you look hot!" he said, getting out of his clothes as fast as he could. "I can't wait to peel that off of you." "In due time lover," she said rummaging in her suitcase again. "But first I'm going to get you off in a way that you'll remember for a long time. Ah, here they are," she said holding up two black leather objects with long black leather straps attached to them. "What the hell is that?" he asked, now fully naked. "Just leather restraints darling," she said walking over to the edge of the bed. "Nice leather ones with sheepskin linings. They will hold you in place and keep you from touching me while I get you off any way I want to. Don't worry though, you could break these leather bindings if you really wanted to." She tied one to the front leg of the bed and laid the restraint cuff on the bed. "You got kinky out here." "Just a little, but I was really into it before I ever left Denver. Believe me, you'll like this kind of kinky. You can use them on me later if you want, then you can take me any way you want." She tied the other one to the front leg of the other side of the bed. "Now, lie on the bed and let me fasten your wrists into these. Don't worry, I won't hurt you, but I'm going to drive you wild!" "I've never tried this, but I think I'm going to like this," he said getting into position on the bed. When John was on his back in the middle of the bed with his arms out, Gabriella fastened the restraints firmly around each of John's wrists. "Now that puts you right where I want you." She climbed onto the bed, pushed his legs apart, and got ready to give him the blowjob of his life. She looked at his hard shaft for a moment, appraising it, and then gave it a long slow lick from his balls all the way to the swollen head. He groaned and it twitched. "Oh my, it looks like I had better go slow with this one. It wouldn't do to have it squirt its nice stuff too soon now would it?" "Oh baby, don't talk to it, just suck it," he pleaded. "Oh don't worry, I won't be doing any more talking. Only you'll be talking, or more like it, begging. Begging to have me get you off so you can shoot your stuff down my throat, and I intend to suck you dry tonight." The swollen head of his shaft disappeared into her hot mouth. He groaned as he felt her tongue swirl around the head and her soft warm lace covered breasts brush against his thighs. She took it out of her mouth, kissed the head and then licked the thick come vein on his hard shaft from his balls to the head again. Once again she sucked the swollen head in to her mouth and ran her tongue over the very sensitive underside. John groaned, but the groan got even louder as she suddenly stuck her tongue out down the underside of his shaft and took half of his length into her mouth. Sucking gently, she slowly pulled it back out. Now she repeated the action of quickly taking about half his length into her mouth and slowly pulling him back out. In and out it went, and all the while she was watching him closely to make sure that he wasn't going to surprise her with a load of come in her mouth any time soon. After all, she wanted him to suffer a little. Each time she thought he was getting just a little too close she would pull him all the way out. She let him calm down by giving the come vein a slow sensuous lick, from his firm and come swollen balls, all the way to the head, stopping short of actually touching the sensitive underside of the head with her tongue. Sometimes Gabriella had to do this several times before she felt it was safe to take that hard delicious shaft of his back into her mouth. If she thought he wasn't suffering enough, or was getting too used to her actions, she took even more of his shaft into her mouth, touching the back of her throat with it. That always produced the desired effect; a loud groan often followed by John begging her to make him come. She managed to keep this up for fifteen minutes before she was ready to let him have his release. "Oh God, Gabriella, please let me come!" he begged one last time. "I want to come in your mouth so badly." She was finally ready. She took him all the way into her mouth, and then into her throat as far as she could take him several times. That was all it took. "Oh God, I'm coming!" he groaned. She felt the first hot thick spurt of his come gush to the back of her throat. His body and legs went rigid as the first few spurts shot into her mouth. Only after that was he able to raise his head off his pillow again and look into her sexy eyes as he pumped spurt after spurt of his come into her mouth as she sucked on him. His come was a little salty, yet sweet. She continued to swallow all he could give her. She kept moving her tongue across the underside of the head, encouraging him to give her all he had, and give it to her he did, spurt after thick spurt. She was driving him wild. "Jesus, you do that well," he said just above a whisper as he watched her sucking on him. He had finally run out of come and she hadn't let so much as one drop of it escape her hot little mouth. Gabriella let his still fairly rigid shaft slip out of her mouth. "Thanks. You tasted good," she said crawling up over him. She sat upright on him, planting her hot little thinly covered bottom on his stomach. "Time to let me out of these things," John said pulling on his restraints. "Not yet," she said with an impish look. "Not yet?" he asked with a surprised look. "No. I thought I'd show you how I get out of this teddy first." "I thought I was going to get to take it off of you." "You're all tied up. I'll just have to do it for you. I'll start by undoing the bows by my hips," she said as she gave the two ribbons a yank. "If your hands were free, you could reach in now and feel my ass.if you wanted to. Do you like my ass?" "I do, I do. Let me go and I'll show you," he begged. "I'll even kiss your ass." "No. Then I undo the two bows by my tits. Again, if your hands were free, you could reach in the sides now and grab my tits and feel my hard nipples.like this," she said as she put her hands inside the teddy and caressed her breasts. "If you wanted to." "Aw Jesus lady, give me a break here." She ignored him. "My nipples are really hard tonight too. I think they really want you to suck on them, bite them, and make them feel good." John just groaned. "Then, since this thing has a snap crotch, all I have to do is pull on one side of the crotch and the snaps pop open." She raised herself up off of John as she pulled her hands free and then tugged at one side of the crotch. There were three distinct pops as the snaps let go. "See?" she asked as she pulled the bottom of her teddy away, exposing her shaven sex slit to his gaze. "Let me go huh? I gotta be able to touch you." "I want you to do a whole lot more than touch me. Are you hard again?" she asked as she slid her now naked bottom back down over his hips, dragging her puffy and very wet sex lips over his hard shaft. "Oh my but you are! Maybe I should let you go so you can put that to good use." "I'll put it to good use. I'll put it deep inside you!" "I certainly hope so! I was counting on that. Before I let you go however, I just wanted to show you what you would be playing with tonight since you're the winner, and you're about to `get the girl.'" She slipped the now untied teddy off over her head. "There," she said holding her arms up, "completely hairless from the neck down." "Oh God.please let me go. I want you so badly," he groaned. "And you're going to have me." Gabriella leaned over and undid one of his wrists. "I want you to take me and fill me. I want you to give it to me nice and hard. Make me come like I haven't come in a long time." His freed arm went around her waist as she leaned over him and undid the other restraint. With his arms now free, John swiftly flipped Gabriella over on her back, remained between her legs, and entered her. He went all the way into her in one swift stroke. Her legs had wrapped round his back, almost lifting her ass off the bed, making sure that he gave her everything he had. From the loud groan she let out when he first entered her, he was sure she would have come in just a few more fast strokes. Too bad he had to move her knees up toward her little ass to pump firmly into her. She moved her legs a little higher on his back, hooked her feet, and again urged him to really give it to her, and give it to her he did. He pumped away in and out of her with enough force to move them slowly across the bed, and she loved every second of it. This was not going to be a long love making session for either one of them. Gabriella wasn't quiet in bed, and her moaning was getting louder by the second. She wasn't far from having an orgasm and neither was he. Moments later Gabriella grabbed him tightly and gave an even louder shriek as her orgasm began. Feeling Gabriella coming around him was more than he could take. He felt himself get even harder, the head swell, and he started to pump his come deep into her as his own orgasm started. He hung onto her for dear life as he pumped spurt after spurt of come into Gabriella. It felt so good he could hardly move, but Gabriella was spasming and jerking around below him enough for both of them. As with any orgasm, all too soon it was over. They just lay there, him on top of her, hugging, caressing, and getting their heart rates back to normal. She had been everything he imagined she would be. "Oh God that was good," she whispered to him. "I haven't come like that in a long time." "Me either." One floor below them, Paul was in bed and snoring away. He was simply too exhausted to care what John and Gabriella were doing. The Race With their immediate lust satisfied, John and Gabriella lay together on the bed, naked, with just the sheet over them, and watched part of a movie on TV. She was on her side now, and John was curled up around her. It wasn't long before he felt his desire for her rising again. His hand began to caress her soft warm body, and worked its way over to her exposed breast. Soon he was toying with her nipple. A nipple that went from hardly noticeable to fully erect in a very short time. Gabriella noticed John's renewed desire for her. His snuggling closer to her back was the first sign. Then came his hand on her body and then on her breast. Now she could feel an even stronger indication of his renewed lust probing at her ass cheeks. She shifted her position slightly and pulled her legs up, giving him a little better access to her bottom. She felt her desire for him returning too. "Mind if I just slide into you while you lay there like that?" he whispered in her ear. "And just what did you intend to slide into?" He thought about it for just a second, and then decided that getting into her ass would be damn nice! "Your tight little ass?" "Okay, but I think you had better put it where it was before to get it slick enough to go in there. I didn't remember to bring any sex lube." John was hard before, but now he was very hard. He slid into her again, savoring the slick wetness of her, knowing that it was a combination of their come that was now getting him all wet. He pumped in and out a few times before going all the way into her. Finally, slick with the juices from their last love making, he pulled out and pressed the head against her tight little pink asshole. There was resistance at first, but then he felt her relax. He slowly slid into her bottom. "Easy lover, I have to get used to it. Just hold it there a minute." After not moving at all for a few seconds, he started to slowly move in an out of her ass. Just a little at first, giving her time to get use to him. Slowly he built up to giving her more and more of himself until he was going all the way into her. His hands weren't idle. All the while he was getting into her ass, his hands had been caressing her body, paying particular attention to her sexy breasts and their very erotic nipples. Being in her tight little ass was heavenly. She was tight and smooth back there. It wasn't long before he felt another come building. Gabriella was enjoying having John deep in her ass. She also sensed that he was getting so excited about being there that he wouldn't last long. She lifted her leg a little and began playing with her clit. While she could come with a guy in her ass, it wasn't easy. John was playing with her nipple just the way she liked it. Pinching and pulling on it the way she often did when she got herself off. Now all she had to do was play with her swollen clit to help herself along and they would get off together. His sexual performance tonight had been rather surprising so far. This race thing hadn't been such a bad idea after all, even if she only had one of them in bed. The winner was proving to be a very good lover. Soon John could tell by Gabriella's breathing and moaning that it wasn't going to be too long before she came again. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Since he had gotten off twice so far this evening, and they had been rather unbelievable orgasms, he didn't know how much come he would really be putting into her hot little ass, but he was sure going to enjoy giving her everything he could. "Oh, I'm going to come," she whispered. "I hope you are about ready to come in my ass." Her finger was just a blur as it moved over her clit. Just a few seconds later she was over the edge. The finger more pressed against her clit than really moved now. "Oh yes.I'm coming with you in my ass!" she almost screamed. John was almost afraid they were going to hear from hotel security if she kept that up much longer. She gave him one more good squeeze with her tight little sphincter and that set him off. He pushed himself deep into her clenching ass as he felt the first spurt of his come start inside him and rush up his shaft and deep into her. He didn't know how much come he was really giving her, but it sure felt good. This time when they were done, they took a shower together. Having fun washing each other almost got them excited enough to think about another little romp in bed. They finally decided to call it a night and perhaps have some more fun with each other in the morning. "You never used those restraints on me," she said, almost pouting as she finished drying herself. "Maybe tomorrow. My experience with women is that if you eat them and get them near to having an orgasm, you can keep them there for a long time and you won't hear one complaint. They love that feeling and can make it last for hours if need be. No restraints are needed." "You don't know what I'd do. You haven't eaten me, and you've never had me while I was tied up." We can do that tomorrow too. In fact, I really want to." "Okay. I suppose you want your little winner's prize to sleep in the nude?" she asked as she put her leather restraints away. Having the maid find them attached to the bed in the morning simply wouldn't do. "Of course. I think I will too." "Men are so predictable." She climbed into bed naked, turned off the light, and snuggled against him for the night. She would have been very disappointed if he had even suggested she put a nightgown on. Saturday morning Paul slept in. When he finally got up, he got dressed and went out to find some place to have breakfast. He went by John's car on his way. He glanced in and noticed the fast food wrappers scattered about. Looks like he ate as he drove, he thought. He only beat me by thirty minutes. Maybe that was the difference. If they raced back, maybe he would try that too. He had stopped each time he had wanted to get something to eat. He hadn't stopped for long and he had eaten pretty quickly, but maybe that's what cost him the race. He really didn't know what bothered him the most, loosing to that little white car, or not getting Gabriella in bed. John awoke a little before Gabriella did. Her soft warm body touching his was cause for instant arousal, but he slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom before attempting sex with her. Not peeing before sex in the morning could mean that it might take him a long time to come. Nature was funny that way. He slipped back into bed when he was done and snuggled up to her again. He put a hand on her stomach and slowly slid it up to the swell of her breast. She wasn't as fast asleep as he thought she was. She reached over to see just how interested he was in her; very! "My, you're pretty horny this morning aren't you? Didn't you get enough of me last night?" "When it comes to sex with you, there is no such thing as enough." "Well, I gotta pee before we do anything. Sex on a full bladder for a girl isn't all that comfortable." She slipped out of bed and took her turn in the bathroom. "Now I'm ready to play," she said getting back on the bed. They kissed and cuddled at first. Then John kissed her neck and worked his way down to her breasts. He kissed around and under them before getting to her now erect nipples on them. He sucked each one into his mouth, in turn feeling them swell even more as he played with them with his tongue. When he had both of them as hard and long as they would go, he sucked one deep into his mouth and put his teeth down firmly at the base. Gabriella put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his head firmly to her breast. "I almost think I could come if you kept that up," she whispered. "Want to try it?" "No, I want you inside me now," she said trying to pull him over her body. John moved over her and just when he was about to guide himself into her, he felt her soft little hand on him, guiding him right where she wanted him. He slid all the way into her in one easy thrust. She was very wet. Her legs wrapped themselves around his body as they had the previous evening as he started moving in and out of her, going faster and harder as her moaning increased. This was not going to be a long love making session. "Want to have me doggie style?" she asked, breaking his concentration. "Sure!" Gabriella turned over after John pulled out of her and got on all fours. As soon as he entered her again, she put her head and chest on a pillow, putting her cute little ass up in the air. She reached under herself and started playing with her swollen clit. This was going to be another good orgasm, she could just tell. John now had a great view of her hot little ass as he pumped in and out of her. He didn't think he would last long this way, but it didn't sound like she would either. He could tell she was working her clit over at a furious pace. He took one finger and ran it around her crinkled little anus as they pumped away at each other. Around and around it went, and then finally pressed at the very center of that little forbidden entrance. He felt her relax, and the finger slipped into her hot ass. There was a very loud groan from Gabriella. "Want something else in there?" "No, just the finger. It's fine.Oh God I'm going to come soon. I hope you're ready, because I'm about to come all over you!" John's answer was a loud grunt as he shoved himself as deep into her as he could go, and unleashed a huge spurt of his hot come. There was another loud shriek from Gabriella when her orgasm started as she felt John's come filling her. Once again, he was unable to move for the first few seconds of his orgasm. He just held her to him as spurt after hot spurt of come rushed up his hard shaft and into her orgasming body. Again, her bucking and lurching was enough for both of them. Finally, as his orgasm subsided some, he was able to pump himself in and out of her in long delicious strokes, allowing her to have a nice long come. When they were finally done, he slowly pulled out and sat behind her on the bed. There was a small river of come running out of her as she let her knees slide back and out from under her. She lay face down on the bed with her legs spread. "This is making one hell of a wet spot," she said as she lay there. She knew he was looking at her ass. She could almost feel his eyes caressing her bare bottom. "Aren't you glad you don't have to sleep in it?" She laughed. "Yea, I usually give that side of the bed to whoever is spending the night with me." "Hmm.I didn't have to sleep in a wet spot last night." "If you remember correctly, I sucked most of what would have made a wet spot out of you before we did anything that would make a wet spot." "Now that you mention it, I do remember getting a rather enjoyable blowjob." "Men." They finally got up, cleaned themselves, and got dressed. It was time to find Paul. There had to be something the three of them could do for the rest of the day. Gabriella called Paul's room but got no answer. They decided to walk around and see if they could find him. "You know," said Gabriella when they were in the elevator, "I really ought to spend a little time alone with Paul this afternoon. He took this loosing a little hard and I don't want this friendship broken up over some silly race. He wanted me in bed just as badly as you did." "I suppose I could find something to amuse myself with for the afternoon if you want. I don't want him feeling left out either. Uh.I can still have you in bed again tonight, can't I?" "Sure silly," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You promised to tie me up and give me a good licking.remember? By the way, how do you feel about threesomes anyway?" She had finally gotten the nerve to ask. "With Paul?" "He's all I have for a third person at the moment. I take it by your asking if he's the one I had in mind, that threesomes are okay with you if it's the right guy?" "Yea, I can do them. Sometimes they are just okay and sometimes they can be a lot of fun." "The fun ones being with two women right?" "Usually, but then I have had great ones with another guy too. I take it that's something you like to do?" "Just a fantasy. I have never done it with a second guy or another woman for that matter." "I could live with Paul I think. Better see how he likes the idea when you're with him." "I've never been in bed with him before, but if he's okay and agreeable, is tonight okay to try a threesome - with the understanding that just you and I spend the night together?" "I'd rather wait until we got back to Denver and then do it at one of our houses if that's okay with you." "That's fine. I guess tonight would be pushing it a little. Hell, I don't even know what he's like in bed yet!" The elevator came to rest on the first floor. The walked out and looked for Paul. He wasn't in the lobby, so they went to see if his car was still in the parking lot; it was. Just then they saw him coming back from across the street. "You two look well satisfied," he said walking over to them. "Of course," Gabriella said with a grin. "Sleep well?" "Sure. I had nothing else to do." "Well, John has a few things he wants to do this afternoon, which leaves me at loose ends. Want to hang out with me.in your room perhaps?" For once Paul caught on right away. "That would be very nice," he said, suddenly feeling a lot better. The three of them did a little shopping for the rest of the morning. They had lunch together at a nice little out of the way place, and inevitably the subject of the return trip came up while they were eating. Paul wanted to have another crack at beating John. John, knowing that Paul hadn't caught on to his method so far, agreed that they could race back to Denver. This time however, the finish line would be at John's house. At Gabriella's insistence, there was no prize for the winner on the return trip, just the satisfaction of winning. Moreover, she made them both promise to not take any unnecessary risks and to get a motel room if they found themselves falling asleep at the wheel. They would start out bright and early Sunday morning. That she figured, was a whole lot smarter than starting out in the evening. After lunch, they parted ways with Gabriella going off with Paul for the afternoon and John ostensibly going off to get his car washed, the front end aligned, and the oil changed; two of those things he had no intention of actually doing to a rental car. He would manage to get it washed, but that was just to avoid a charge for bringing it back dirty. They would meet again in the lobby about six to decide where to go for dinner. John spent much of the afternoon at Santa Monica Beach taking in the sights. Especially the sights that were wandering around with some of the skimpiest thong bathing suits on he had ever seen. He would have loved to have taken in a nude beach, but he had no idea how to get to any of them, and really didn't have time to drive up or down the coast to find one. He had a sneaking suspicion that there weren't any nude beaches within the city limits. Liberal California probably didn't go that far. Paul and Gabriella returned to Paul's room where they spent a lust filled afternoon. Paul, it seemed, had a very talented tongue, and much to Gabriella's delight, showed her what he could do with it. The fact that she had been with John several hours before him didn't seem to bother him one bit. She had felt a little self conscious about letting him eat her when there was another man's come still oozing out of her when he had asked if he could, but he said it only increased his desire for her. After a little more than two delicious hours of lovemaking with Paul, during which time she had at least three terrific orgasms, she decided that they really ought to take a shower and call it a day. While Paul had turned out to be a pretty good lover, she had promised John that he could have her again tonight and didn't want to be sore for him. After the shower she had asked Paul what he thought of threesomes. He said he had never been involved in one, but was very interested. Yes, John would do just fine as the third person. He got all excited and thought she meant that evening. He was still enthusiastic about it when she said it would be better after they all got home. At six the three met in the hotel lobby to make plans for dinner. Gabriella was starting to like this setup. She had two good looking men escorting her around, her sex life was about as good as it gets, and her ego was doing quite well thanks to her two men. Now she understood why some women thought polyandry was a great thing. "Where to for dinner guys?" she asked. "We can stay here and eat at The Caf‚, or we can go somewhere." "You're the one who knows the way around here," said Paul. "and I'd just as soon eat out somewhere." "Me too. The Caf‚ was okay, but I'd rather find something else." "Well, if one of you is willing to drive, we can go west on Wilshire Boulevard to the bay and find a place there with a view. There are some nice places down there." John stayed quiet. In a few seconds Paul said he would drive. John really didn't want either of them in his car just in case there was some little bit of evidence that the car really wasn't his. There wasn't any point in taking chances. He wasn't crazy about Paul's back seat and Gabriella up there in the front seat, but it was better than taking a chance on blowing his little deception. After all, as long as the deception held, he was going to have kinky little Gabriella again tonight. They found a place called Ivy at the Bay and ate there. They had a very nice meal and acted as friends and not competitors or lovers for the evening. After dinner and a few glasses of wine, John picked up the check. He felt like Gabriella was a date, and to some extent, felt sorry for Paul. After all, he was going to have the thrill of taking Gabriella to bed tonight and not Paul. He had no qualms about beating him out here, even though he had cheated, and he just might make it look like he beat him going back, but he was still a friend. It was just that he wanted Gabriella for himself and wasn't in a sharing mood. Sex with her was just too new and thrilling to share that with someone else tonight. In effect, he had shared her with Paul during the afternoon, and that was enough for now. Later that evening Paul dropped them off at the hotel. He said he was going to cruise around a little and see a little of LA at night. While he readily admitted that even suggesting it was probably a waste of time, he thought John ought to turn in early and get a good night's sleep for the race back to Denver the next day. John and Gabriella stopped in at the hotel's Bruin's Den for a nightcap before going up to her room. While they were having their drink, she suggested that it might be in everyone's best interest if John made sure that Paul won the race back. The three could have a lot of fun together back home, but it might be a lot easier right away if this race ended in a draw. "I'd really like have a threesome with the two of you when we get back, if you two are willing." "I told you I'd do it, and Paul was okay as the other guy, so what's the problem." "I don't know," she said. "I just thought everyone would be a little happier if he won on the way back. The whole point of the race out here was to get into my bed with me, and you did that. You don't get anything by winning going back. Paul on the other hand gets to feel that he accomplished something for his efforts instead of loosing both ways and only getting me for a couple of hours in the afternoon. Would you make sure you don't win if I asked you to?" "Okay, I'll make sure he wins, barring anything like his car breaks down for a day. I guess you have a point. We really don't get anything going back but the two of us would sure like to have a little fun with you when you get back." Since she had asked him to loose going back, if he won going back, or had refused to let Paul win, there was the distinct possibility that someone else could do a little pouting when they got back - her, and he really didn't want that. The more he thought about it, loosing wasn't a bad idea. No one would look at his winning coming out here with any further suspicion if he lost by about the same amount or a little more going back. He had never given a damn about the actual race anyway; Gabriella had always been his interest. The Race "I know, and I'm counting on you not saying anything either." "That's not a problem." "Good," she said finishing her drink, " shall we go up to my room and let you play with your prize before we put you to bed?" "Gee, I hadn't thought of doing that, but now that you mention it, SURE!" Hadn't thought of it hell, that was about all he had been thinking of for most of the evening. John paid the tab and they left for her room. "So, just what did you have in mind for tonight's festivities?" she asked as he closed the door behind them. "Oh how about we just strip you naked and tie you down on the bed? Then I can have my way with you," he said taking his shirt off. "And just what does `having your way' with me mean?" she knew, but she thought she would tease him by acting dumb. "Well, I did promise to eat you tonight. After that I thought I'd just leave you tied up and screw you silly." "That sounds interesting," she said slipping her blouse off, "I thought you had decided against tying me up while you ate me. Speaking of eating me, you do remember that I was with Paul this afternoon, right?" "Yea, so what's that got to do with anything?" "He was a little horny and.well.filled me up if you will. There's still some of his come leaking out of me in spite of the time that's passed. Christ he was horny! Would you rather I took a shower first?" "Like I wasn't really horny last night? No, you don't need a shower. I told you I had been in threesomes before. If some other guys come bothered me, my first threesome would have been my last one, and I wouldn't have agreed to have them with you and Paul." He admired her body as her bra came off. She was now topless. There was a definite stirring in his pants. "I was hoping it wouldn't." She dug around in her suitcase for a few seconds and then handed him the restraints. "Here you go," she said handing them to him. "Do you want me to take anything else off before you tie me up?" "The skirt would be nice." Her skirt slid to the floor a few seconds later. She stepped out of it and then stood there in her thigh-high stockings, short heels, and very skimpy panties like she was waiting for him to tell her what to do next. "The panties would be nice too. It's easier to eat you without them on." Gabriella said nothing, but turned around and slid the panties down her sexy legs. She bent over doing it, giving he a great view of her shapely ass. John was amused by her slightly submissive act and played along with it. "Okay, get on the bed now and I'll tie you up." Gabriella got on the bed on all fours and crawled to the center of it. Just to be ornery, and because he hadn't been specific about how he wanted her on the bed, she lay on her stomach and held her arms out for him to tie her down. She knew it would be damn difficult to eat her that way. It was all she could do to keep from giggling. She still had her stockings and low heels on because he hadn't told her to take them off. John picked up one of the restraints and headed for the head of the bed. As he passed her, he gave her bottom a light swat with his hand and told her to turn over. "Ouch!" she said pretending it hurt. She turned over. John noticed that Gabriella's little ass had a nice giggle to it when he had gently slapped it; a very sexy giggle. There just wasn't anything about that sexy body of hers that he didn't like. He fastened the restraint to the bed and then fastened the cuff to her wrist. He picked up the other restrained and took care of her other wrist. Looking at her there on the bed, he decided that the heels had to go. Somehow those things making marks on his back when he was inside her later didn't have much appeal. It would be one thing for her to rake his back with her fingernails, these heels looked dangerous. He pulled her shoes off of her before crawling over to her on the bed. He started kissing her on her stocking covered knee, moved up her leg to her hairless mound, and kissed that. Gabriella thought he was going to stop there and start eating her. She tried to move her legs apart more, but as she did that he began kissing his way up her stomach. "Not yet?" she asked. John didn't say anything. He just kept kissing his way up her soft warm body. He kissed his way up between her sexy breasts, up her chest, her neck, and finally to her lips. Now he pressed his body down hers some as his hand moved under her head and through her hair. He lifted her head some as he kissed her lips. His tongue slid into her mouth as her soft lips parted for him. It was a long passionate kiss, and right now, Gabriella wished she wasn't restrained on the bed. She would have loved to have wrapped her arms around him and held him tight as he kissed her. She felt her nipples harden as he kissed her and she knew she was getting very wet. She couldn't help but squirm a little under him as he kissed her. "I like your way of having your way with me," she said softy after he broke the kiss and started kissing his way back down her chest. He didn't go straight down her body, he detoured to first one erect and waiting nipple and then the other. He sucked firmly on each one, bit them tenderly, and ran his tongue over and around them. Only then did he continue his way down her body. He finally got to a place that was going to take a lot of attention. He got between her legs, gently pushed them apart, and settled himself in. Gabriella slid her feet up along John's sides; bringing her knees up and spreading her legs wide open for him. There was a time to be modest or shy, and this wasn't it. She wanted him to be able to get to any part of her down there that he wanted to. She brought her knees up further, lifting her feet off the bed. "Eat me John," she whispered, "tease me a little, then make me come." How could he resist? He put his hands under her ass and started lightly licking over her nether lips, not parting the puffy outer ones, just gently licking them. She was very wet and there was a very erotic taste to her. There was her taste, and perhaps just a taste of Paul's come mixed in with her juices. Before long his tongue was pushing harder, separating the more delicate and sensitive inner lips. As he got to the top of her slit, he found her waiting clit. A soft moan escaped Gabriella's lips as his tongue brushed over her now very aroused clit. He played with it with his tongue, licking over it, and then if she got too excited, he either licked around it or went farther down on her and carefully sucked on the thin inner lips. A carefully sucking and tugging on the inner ones pulled a little on her clit, keeping her at the very edge. It took a little while to get her there, but once she was very near to coming, he was able to keep her there. Her juices had a very erotic taste to them that he found hard to resist. Now and then he just had to go down and slip his tongue into her as far as he could. After getting a good taste of her, he liked to lick the sensitive are between her sex entrance and her asshole, and then it was back up to her clit. If he thought she was no longer close to coming, he licked it and sometimes gently sucked on it, quickly getting her back to the point of almost coming. "Oh God," she groaned, "I'd like to feel like this all night if your tongue could take it. This feels so good!" Not having someone to "practice" on lately, his tongue was getting tired. It was a little out of shape for this sort of thing, something he really regretted tonight. He was going to have to make her come soon. Another part of his anatomy was hard and wanted to be deep inside of what he was licking. As much as he would like to keep her where she was, it was time to make her come. He started licking her clit now, and put first one finger and then a second finger into her. She was tight, but they slid in easily. He felt her squeeze them as she started coming. "I'm going to come John.I'm.COMING!" As John kept licking her and sliding his fingers in and out of her, he knew she was having a very good come. Her sexy body was lurching and heaving and she was pulling hard against her restraints; so hard that he thought she was going to break the leather straps. She was getting very vocal too. Anyone passing by the room would know that she was getting off tonight! Gabriella had a great come, and John hadn't stopped eating her and pulled his fingers out as soon as she had peaked either. He kept on gently and slowly licking her as she came down from that wonderful peak. Those talented fingers stayed inside her too, giving her something to squeeze on the way down. He knew she was done when her legs slowly straightened out on the bed again. "Now it's your turn," she said still catching her breath. "Are you going to let me out of these things now?" "No. I think I like you that way." "Oh...what are you going to do to me now?" she asked, as if she didn't know. "Probably take advantage of you," John said as he began kissing his way up her body. "As in make love to me while I'm all tied up?" There was a muffled response as he sucked a very erect nipple deep into his mouth. "Yea, I guess you would." Her legs came up off the bed again and wrapped around John's back. She could feel the tip of him bumping into her wet bottom. She wanted it in all the way, but no matter how much she wiggled and squirmed, the tip just stayed there, touching her and teasing her. It was right at her entrance, and all she had to do was get it to move just a little bit closer and it would at least be part way in. While John sucked on her sexy long nipples, he made sure it didn't do any more than just touch her. As he switched to the other nipple he moved it just a little closer. Just close enough that the head was now pushing between her very wet inner lips. Her attempts to have it enter her became a little more frantic. "Oh damn it, put it in me John!" she hissed. "Don't tease me any longer...please? I want to feel it inside me." He wanted to be inside her too. He used one hand to aim it, since it wasn't exactly where it needed to be, and plunged all the way into her in one slow delicious push. "Oh God yes," she groaned. Gabriella her wrapped her legs around him even tighter now, lifting her little bottom off the bed, making sure that he went all the way into her. Now he gave her a few fast pumps, sliding easily in and out of her. Much to his surprise she started coming. "Oh shit...I'm coming!" she shrieked. "Harder... faster!" Being tied up must have really excited her. John was pretty horny, but not ready to come just yet. He pumped away at the coming Gabriella fast and hard, causing her breasts to shake violently as he pumped into her. The harder he pumped himself into her the more she liked it. Her moaning and thrashing finally died down just about the time he thought he was going to come himself. Having a sexy naked woman coming under him and on him wasn't exactly conducive to holding off coming himself. He was finally able to slow way down, now just going in and out of her slowly as she came down off the high of her second orgasm of the evening. "Being tied up really gets to you doesn't it?" "Uh-hu," she said still breathing hard. "Want more?" he asked giving her a few hard thrusts. "Yea, a few more like that and I can come all over again." "I hope you don't take too long, because I can't last long after feeling you come." "Just shut up and fuck me hard so I can come!" Her hands were in little fists now as she strained against the leather restraints. Her legs were high on John's back, making sure he went very deep. John didn't need any more encouragement. He began pumping in and out of Gabriella fast and hard. It wasn't long before he was right on the edge. "Come damn-it!" she half screamed at him. "I'm about to come and I want to feel you come in me first!" That was about all John could take. He felt himself go over the edge. He thrust himself all the way into Gabriella, just touching her cervix, as the first load of his come rushed up his hard shaft and erupted deep inside her. It was so intense that all he could do was keep himself deep in her as the first few huge spurts shot into her. He sure hoped she was on the pill, but this was one hell of a time to start worrying about that. "Oh God!" she shrieked, "I can feel you coming in me...It's so hot...I'm...coming too!" Gabriella began her third orgasm of the evening, just as strong as the rest, and just as noisy. John hung onto a climaxing Gabriella as he pumped all the come he had in to her. This was the come of his dreams. It went on and on. He couldn't believe he was putting that much into her, and just when he thought it was about over he started again. Two orgasms in a row, something he had only done once before in his life. When it was all over, John just lay on top of a gasping Gabriella. Neither of them spoke or moved for several minutes. Finally he rolled off of her and lay beside her, still breathing heavy. "I'm making one hell of a wet spot," she said, still breathing very hard herself. "We'll get it in a few minutes." Right now he was in no condition to jump up and do anything about a wet spot forming on the bed. It would have to wait, no matter how big it was, and he was quite sure she was exaggerating its size. He had his hand on her stomach caressing her, as he lay there exhausted. "Jesus, there's are regular river of come flowing out of me. How much did you put in me anyway?" "I came twice, so you got everything I had." She just lay there with her legs apart and the mixture of John's and her come oozing out of her, getting her breathing back to something resembling normal. "How about undoing these restraints? My arms are getting tired of being held in place," she finally asked. She felt the need to move around a little. John undid her restraints, and then got some tissues to do something about the wet spot she was complaining about. Foolishly he only brought two. She used the two on herself as he got more, a lot more. She hadn't been kidding about the size of the wet spot they had made. It was huge. Unfortunately it was also right in the middle of the bed. He remembered from last night that she had insisted on sleeping close to the edge of the bed. The long and short of that was that if he was going to cuddle up to her as they went to sleep, his butt was going to be smack in the middle of that damn lake - a very cold lake! He had suggested a short break and that they go at it again, but she was adamant that he get a good night's sleep since Paul and he would be spending the next twenty-four hours behind the wheel. Once again Gabriella thrilled John by sleeping in the nude. Morning came all too early. John reached over Gabriella and shut off the alarm. The one thing that made waking up this morning nice was the soft, warm, great smelling woman in bed with him. On top of that, she had nothing on! "Morning," he said as she opened her eyes. "Oh go pee," she said with a giggle. "I know what you have in mind, and you have to go to the bathroom first, and then it's my turn...before we do what you have in mind." "Okay, but I never said a thing." "You didn't have to, but don't worry, you want the same thing I do." "A two hour long sex-fest?" "You can have a quickie!" He got up and went to the bathroom. She was next, and then the two cuddled in bed some before she rolled over on top of him. "You seem to be nice and hard and I know I'm wet, so let's just slip this in where it will do us both some good," she said reaching between them to guide him into her. With him in place, she sat up and began bouncing up and down on him, shoving him all the way into her on each down-stroke. To John's delight, she reached up and began playing with her hard nipples, pulling, twisting, and pinching them. "I don't suppose I could come in your little ass could I?" he said, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. "No, you can come in me right where you are! Greedy this morning aren't you?" "Nah, I just liked being in your little ass the other night." "You can get in there again when we all get back to Denver, but for right now where you are will have to do, besides, I'm going to come all over you...real soon. God I can't believe you got me this hot this fast." "Maybe race car drivers get you hot." "Maybe I'm just horny and you fuck well." Her eyes were closed now and she was breathing hard. "In any event, you'd better hurry up if you want to come with me. I'm...almost.... Oh shit...I'm coming!" he groaned. "I can't wait!" The first spurt of come raced up his hard shaft and erupted deep inside Gabriella. It was quickly followed by a second. "I felt that one...and that one too...Oh God I'm coming!" she said as she lay down on John and began to pump her body up and down his rigid spurting shaft. Hugging her to his chest, John gave her the last few spurts of his come. It wasn't as good as last night, but it sure beat waking up hard and alone. When they recovered, they showered and then John packed his bag. After the three had breakfast together, it was time to get the race back to Denver underway. Neither of the men had quite the spirit for it that they had on the way out. None the less, Paul was determined to beat John back. They had agreed to meet at John's house this time. The first one there won. "Now you two don't do anything stupid on the way back," she said to them as she walked them to their cars. "I want both of you in one piece when I get back Tuesday night.... You hear?" They both promised. With that, they put their things in the cars, kissed Gabriella goodbye, and left. Once again, Paul was in the lead as they headed for the freeway, and once again, he was fitting right in with John's plan. John took the exit ramp for LAX, found a place to change the plates, inspection stickers, and glove box contents. He didn't feel the need to be quite so secretative about the plate change this time. After all, changing a car's lisence plates from Colorado plates to California plates in California wouldn't raise any suspicions if someone saw him. When that was done, he drove to the car rental return lot. Just before ten that morning he boarded United flight 1918 for Denver. By mid afternoon he was home. Hidden in his garage, it only took John a few minutes to restore his car to its former condition. Knowing the area, it didn't take him long to get it dirty enough to make the car look like he had made trip from California. That evening, John set his alarm clock so that he would be well out of the house by the time Paul got there, even if Paul shaved quite a bit of time off his trip. The next morning Paul was closing on Denver quickly, and by his calculations, he had made the trip back in an hour less than the trip out. With any luck at all, he had won. The trouble was, he hadn't seen John since LA and wasn't sure how much he had been pushing it. John was up and out of the house by eight. Now it was just a matter of killing time until Paul showed up. It wasn't hard and he didn't have to wait long. Just before nine in the morning, Paul pulled into John's driveway. John's car was nowhere to be seen. It looked like he had won. He wasn't sure how long he was going to have to wait, and didn't want to wait too long as his bed was calling him. He had been there all of twenty minutes, and was thinking of just leaving a note when John drove up. "Been here long?" he called to Paul, trying his best to look tired. "About twenty or so. Looks like I beat you back. Not that there is a lot of satisfaction in that. Anyway, I did it." "Looks like it," John said getting out of his car. "Unfortunately you won the race that counts." "When you think about it a little, maybe we both won. Neither of us was getting in her pants before we went out there. She was playing hard to get, or more like it, hard to get into bed. Out there we both got her in bed - okay, so I got her a little more than you did, but she is looking forward to having the two of us when she gets back." The Race "Yea, I guess we did at that. Well, I'm off to bed. How about I pick you up tomorrow afternoon and we both meet her at the airport?" "Okay. Get a lot of rest, you just might need it that night!" United flight 0720 from LAX touched down at DIA right on time and began taxiing to the gate. Gabriella was happy to be back in Denver, and was very anxious to see her two men again. The last two nights had been filled with fond memories of the previous two nights and the time she had with Paul that Saturday afternoon. In spite of all the sex she had between Friday evening and Sunday morning, she was horny again, but horny for her two men at the same time. She had been thinking of them as hers for the last few days and wondered how long it could last. They really hadn't done all that much together, hadn't tried a threesome, and for that matter, had never even slept in the same house at the same time, and yet she still found herself calling them "hers". When the plane finally stopped at the gate, it seemed that everyone was in just as big a rush to get off the plane as she was. Her seat was at the rear of the plane, and it became obvious very quickly that she was not getting off any time soon. She wondered which of the two was going to be at the gate to meet her. Paul had joked about flipping for the honor with John at dinner Saturday night. John and Paul watched the steady stream of passengers coming up the jetway. It never failed, if you are waiting for someone, they are never in the first few off the plane. They were beginning to think she might have missed that flight when she finally appeared. "Hi guys! Both of you?" she said, surprised to see the two of them there. "Sure," said Paul, "Why not?" "I thought you had said you were going to flip for the "honor" as you put it Saturday night." "He did," said John, "but it landed on the edge, so we both came out here." He took her small carry-on bag and they headed for the trains to the main terminal. Gabriella thought she was getting more than just a few rather envious looks from other women as she walked along on the arms of two good looking guys. "What did you two have in mind for tonight?" she asked while they were waiting at the baggage carousel for her suitcase. "Well," John started, "we thought we would take you out to dinner at the Outback Steakhouse over on Sheridan since that's not too far from your place, and then drive you over to your place and play with you for a few hours." "Play with me?" "Figure of speech." Paul announced. "Yea, I figured it was," she said, "I just can't wait to find out what "playing with me" means." Her suitcase showed up on the carousel and Paul grabbed it as it went by. The three then headed out to the parking lot and Paul's car. Gabriella found herself getting wet with anticipation, and they hadn't even left the airport yet. She couldn't wait to be played with by these two. It was an agonizingly slow drive from the airport to the restaurant. She was hungry, but she was also very anxious to get home too. Fortunately the restaurant wasn't too busy that evening and they got a seat after just a few minutes wait. Once again they ate and joked with each other as friends and not rivals or lovers. By the time they got to Gabriella's house she was so excited that all she wanted to do was rip her clothes off and get the two of them in bed and into her. She unlocked the door and her two men carried her bags into the living room. "Where do you want these?" Paul asked. "In the bedroom please." The two carried her bags into the bedroom, followed by a very hot Gabriella. "Anything else we can do for you?" Paul asked with a smirk. "Yea, get undressed! I need the two of you in the worst way. I've been thinking about this ever since I kissed you two goodbye in the parking lot of the hotel." She had slipped her blazer off, and was about to unbutton her blouse when Paul stopped her. "We'd have a lot more fun undressing you that you will," he said unbuttoning her blouse. "You would?" "Sure!" chimed in John. He was behind her now and undid the hook- and-eye at the top of her skirt. Next the zipper slid quietly down toward her ass. Seconds later the skirt landed in a heap around her feet. "Sort of get into your work don't you?" she asked them with a giggle as she felt two hands caress her bra covered breasts and two more caressing her panty covered ass. Her skimpy panties didn't cover much of her butt, so John was having a good time caressing a lot of bare skin. Her blouse slid down her arms and landed on the floor on top of her skirt. While Paul was undoing her bra's front closure, she began undoing his belt. She barely got it undone when her bra slid down her arms to her elbows. "You really have a nice ass," John said as he now knelt behind her and slid her panties down her shapely legs. "Looks like we're done!" Paul proudly announced. "Yea, and you two are pretty much fully dressed. So lets see how fast you can get out of your own clothes," Gabriella said as she moved over to the bed. She yanked the expensive bedspread back. There was probably going to be a lot of come flowing around here tonight, and she didn't want to have to send that heavy bedspread to the cleaners just because she was very horny. She then got on the bed and sat in the middle of it as she watched the two men scramble out of their clothes. Their desire to be with her was immediately obvious. "This first one is probably going to be a quickie guys, but I want one of you in my mouth and one in my bottom right away. And don't be surprised if I come awful quickly. We can take our time for the second round if you want, but I just really want to get off with the two of you NOW!" With no prompting, John moved to her head and sat on his haunches. There was a loud groan from deep in his throat as Gabriella took him into her mouth so deep that he was sure he had hit the back of her throat. Paul moved to her rear and took her doggy style. She was very wet, and he slid all the way into her on the first thrust. In spite of having her mouth full, she let out a low groan. "I hope this doesn't disappoint ya John, but I think I am about to ruin that blowjob for you. I think she is going to come pretty quickly and as loud as she gets, I don't think she will be doing much for you." "That's okay, I'll just scoot around there when you're done and give her a second helping." "I'm going to come soon! I really can't wait any longer, I'm so horny." Gabriella groaned, unable to really suck on John much at all now. "This is just as hot as I thought it would be." The whole threesome thing was everything she had dreamed it would be. Paul really wasn't going to last very long either. She wasn't the only one that was very horny. He had been wild about the idea of a threesome ever since she had suggested it that Saturday afternoon she had spent with him in California. After just a few minutes of fast hard pumping Gabriella was getting very noisy. John wasn't getting much of a blowjob now. Gabriella was trying, but she was about to come for Paul and concentrating on what she was doing to John was difficult now. Paul was also pounding away at her bottom so hard that she was having a great deal of difficulty just keeping John in her mouth. He didn't really care, he was looking forward to being inside her and coming himself right after Paul did. He had no idea why, but it really turned him on to be with a woman right after someone else had. He figured he was a little kinky for liking that, but that was his thing. From what Gabriella had told him about her afternoon with Paul, it might just be that he was the same way. Maybe this variation of kinky wasn't all that uncommon. Paul thought it was going to be a dead heat race to see who was going to come first. He was on the very edge now, and from the sounds Gabriella was making, she was about to come too. He just held onto her hips and pumped away at her. In just a few short seconds he was going to give her everything he had. It was going to be a good one, he just knew it. He was just about to send his first spurt into her when she started coming. "Oh God, I'm coming guys.I'm coming!" she screamed. She let go of John now and dropped her chest onto the bed, simply unable to hold herself up any longer. A few short seconds later she felt Paul shove himself deep into her and his first spurt of come shot deep into her. The feeling just made it all that much better. John's hands hadn't been idle. He was caressing one breast and pinching and pulling on the nipple of the other one. Paul just held onto her now, with his hard shaft buried deep in her and pumped spurt after thick hot spurt of his come into her. She felt him throb in her bottom several times before he was able to resume pumping in and out of her, and even then, it wasn't the pounding that she had been getting before. Paul did his best to keep slowly pumping in and out of Gabriella. It was a good come all right, a very good one. It was intense enough that it was very hard to keep moving for her. He really just wanted to shove himself as far into her as he could as he pumped come into her. When he was finally done and it felt like hers was about over, he finally withdrew. "If she's up to it, I guess it's your turn back here John." "Are you ready for another one in you?" John asked her. "Yea, I've been waiting for this for days!" She had just finished one orgasm and was about to have another. So far, it was everything she had hoped it would be. John scrambled around to where Paul had been. He was very hard and anxious to be inside her. Nice wet sloppy sex was something he loved and rarely got. He aimed himself at Gabriella's hot little bottom, now leaking a mixture of her come and Paul's, and thrust all the way into her. She gave a soft groan as he entered her. It was just as wet, hot, and slick as he had remembered it being. Paul moved up to Gabriella's head as John took his place. He wanted to do what he could to make this the best time ever for her. He leaned down and kissed her as his hand reached under her and caressed her breast. He quickly found out that it really wasn't kissing that she wanted right now. In sort order she was sucking on him, and much to his surprise, he found himself getting hard all over again. Gabriella could taste the mixture of Paul's come and hers on him as she madly sucked away at him. Her second orgasm was building fast as John now pumped away at her. It was getting very messy back there, which only excited her all the more. The more John pumped in and out of her, the more of Paul's and her come was forced out of her and ran down her thighs. Unfortunately, it was a bit distracting as it was cold! That same come was getting on John too, getting his pubic hair all wet and dripping off his balls. It only excited him that much more. He was about to unload a lot of his own into Gabriella. It didn't sound like she was quite ready to come yet, so he tried to hold off a little, though he was finding that to be very difficult. "I hope you're close if you want to come at the same time I do, because I'm about to come," he warned her. John needn't have bothered trying to hold off. Gabriella was about to come again. A few more thrusts into her by him and she went over the edge again. This time though, she managed to keep sucking on Paul some while she was coming. She wasn't as noisy as she was the first time, but then it's hard to make too much noise with your mouth full. There still wasn't any doubt in either of the two men's minds that she was getting off! When she finally came down from that peak, she resumed her efforts on Paul. "I sure hope you want it in your mouth baby, because if you keep that up just a little longer, you are really going to get it," Paul warned her. Gabriella's head moved faster. "Aw Jesus.here it comes!" Paul groaned as he began coming in her mouth. "I didn't think I could come again so quickly. Damn you're good." When Paul was done, John withdrew from Gabriella and the three collapsed on her bed, one of "her men" on each side of her. Gabriella finally had her wish; the two of them in bed with her at the same time. Copyright (c) January 1998 by Art. All rights reserved. The Racist I looked down on her and listened to her deep breathing as she slept. Lord Almighty how in the world had I let this happen? I was a married man and I loved my wife, I truly did, and yet here I was with another woman and a married one at that. I know that I started what led us to this point, but this had never been my intention. But I wasn't sorry. As my eyes followed the line of her breast, the curve leading to her hip and then feasted on that tight little ass I was not sorry at all. Lativa was a roaring pain in the ass. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, liked working with her. There were a lot of hard workers in our division and what they all worked hardest at was seeing that they didn't get paired with her on assignments and projects. Not that Lativa was ugly or stupid because she wasn't. She was good looking, hard working and very smart and projects that had Lativa's involvement were invariably successful. Nobody wanted to work with Lativa because she was black and had an attitude. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the black part that made people avoid her, it was the Black With Attitude. You couldn't be in Lativa's presence for more than five minutes without hearing about the white oppression of the black man. How the white man had his foot on the neck of the black man and was holding him down. How those few who had pulled themselves up had done so in the face of fierce white resistance. Point to Colin Powell or Condolesa Rice and she would sneer and say that they were tokens; they were allowed to be there to make blacks think that progress was being made. One day when I was working with her she got started and I cut her off and told her that it wasn't the white man to blame for what had been done to blacks, it was her own black ancestors back in Africa. "It was blacks Lativa that herded other blacks down to the beaches and sold them to the white men who came on ships. Whites didn't go into the interior and capture people and enslave them; it was their own black brothers who sold them into slavery. And when the white man wasn't there they sold to other black tribes or to who ever was willing to buy." "That doesn't matter. It is what has happened since that matters. Ever since the black man was freed from his chains the white man has done everything in his power to keep the black man from achieving any sort of parity in this country." "Bullshit Lativa, you are here. If there had been a foot holding you down you would be cleaning a hotel room somewhere instead of being here." But it didn't matter what you said to her, what argument you put forth, you were wrong. The white man oppressed the black man and would continue to do so until the blacks had finally had enough and rose up. I tried everything I could think of to get out of it, but nothing worked and I ended up on a project with Lativa. It started out about like I expected. "We can have conference room C to work out of," I said, "Why don't you make a list of what we need and I'll go to Engineering and pull the customers specs." "About what I expected from a white man. Nigger ain't smart enough to go talk to the engineers so I'll do it and she can go round up paper and pencils." I'd had enough of her shit and I wasn't looking forward to any more of it during the two weeks we would be together on the project so I said, "If that's the way you see it okay, it works for me. Go fetch us what we will need and while you are at it get me a cup of coffee, cream, no sugar, and see if you can find me a donut. Get a broom and a dust pan while you're at it and you can clean the room when we are done for the day." I walked away from her and headed for Engineering. When I got back to the conference room Lativa had most of what we would need sitting on the conference room table. There was also a cup of steaming hot coffee sitting there. "What can I do for the massah now?" I slid a pad of paper over to her, "I've had enough of your shit Lativa. I'm not happy at being stuck here working with you, but I'll do what I can to make the best of it. Write down on that pad what you want me to do as far as this project is concerned. I'll do the stepping and fetching and you can be the master. You are in charge lady and from here on all you will get out of me is "Yes Mistress" and "Please don't beat me." She stared at me for several seconds and then said, "You don't like me much, do you?" "I don't know you well enough to decide whether or not I can like you as a person, but I definitely do not like your constant anti-white attitude." She sat down and started writing on a legal pad and after a minute she looked up at me, "Aren't you going to drink your coffee?" "What? Do I really look that stupid to you? Do you think that I would trust you not to spit in it?" I saw from her eyes that I'd scored a hit and that's how our two weeks together started. Three days into the project she said, "You aren't helping." "What? I'm doing everything that you tell me to do." "But you aren't giving me any input." "Why would I do that? I've listened to you for over a year now and I've finally figured it out. I know what you want so I'm giving it to you." "Oh?" "Yep. Oppressive white man gonna change his ways. Got to let the black lady run free. No boot on her neck, no holding her down or holding her back. No sir, this white boy will do the stepping and fetching for his black mistress and let her shine in the dazzling light of her accomplishments." "Stop clowning around. You know that it will take both of us to get this done on time." "Alls I know mistress is that you have finally convinced me that the white man is the oppressor. I'm white, ergo, I'm an oppressor. I have seen the error of my ways. To redress the balance I am now subservient to your wishes. I shall now lie down on the floor so you can wipe your feet on me." "So what you are saying is that you are setting me up to fail." "Don't be stupid Lativa. We were both assigned to the project and if you fail then by extension I fail." "You are willing to deliberately let the project fail to teach the nigger that it doesn't pay to try and climb too high?" "It always comes back to that, doesn't it? It's always the white mans fault. If you succeed it is in spite of him and if you fail it is because of him. God, but it must be nice to be born with a built in excuse for everything." The rest of the two weeks we spent on the project was more of the same. Ask her to do something and get "The day of the slave is over" and if you went ahead and did it yourself you got, "See what I mean? You just don't think that this black girl is smart enough to do anything, do you?" How we managed to complete the project on time I'll never know, but finish it we did. We submitted it for review and I went home tickled to death that Lativa and I were done working together. It was good that I had a great weekend because if I'd gotten the news following a bad weekend I'd probably have killed myself. Dave, my boss, called me into his office first thing Monday morning and I saw that Lativa was there also. "Halverson and Thornton reviewed your project over the weekend. As far as they are concerned, you nailed it - no revisions are necessary - but Halverson has had a death in the family and he will be gone for a week. It is going to fall on you two to go to St. Louis and make the presentation. By the way, that was some of the best work to ever come out of this division. Halverson wants to pair you permanently." Over my dead body I thought as I mentally started to work on my resume and made a list of who I could send it to. I don't know what Lativa was thinking, but the way she was looking at me made me nervous. "You need to be in St. Louis Thursday so I suggest you fly in on Wednesday and get a good nights sleep. You'll have to stay over Thursday night in case the boys at McDouglas have any last minute questions for you on Friday. Halverson's secretary is making all the arrangements so stop and see her before you go home tonight." I spent the rest of Monday reviewing the material. Tuesday I stopped by Lativa's cubicle to discuss the presentation which was a big mistake. If I suggested we do A she would say no and that B would be better. An hour of that and I got up and told her to just go ahead and do it any way she wanted and I'd just watch and I walked off and left her. Wednesday I got to the airport and found that Marge had gotten us First Class tickets and that Lativa and I would be sitting together so I did something that quite possibly no air traveler in aviation history has ever done. Instead of seeking an upgrade I took a downgrade. When we got on the airplane I pulled a flight attendant aside. "I saw a young Marine get on and I noticed that he had a Purple Heart. I'd like to do something nice for him. Tell him that the airline has a policy of upgrading servicemen whenever possible and give him my seat and I'll take his." "That's awfully nice of you." "Hey, nothing is too good for our boys in uniform." And no, I didn't feel guilty about doing that to him. He had a Purple Heart - he was battle tested - and besides, for putting up with Lativa he got free drinks all the way to St. Louis. Lativa held it in until we got in the cab and then she jumped me. "Why in the hell did you do that to me? I was planning on talking to you about the presentation." "We had all day yesterday to talk about the presentation and you didn't want to hear a word that I had to say so why would I want to waste any more of my time on the subject?" "Oh sure, just go ahead and dump the full load on the black girl. If it goes bad don't want no shit to hit Whitey." "All right Lativa, truth time. I changed seats because I'm tired of spending my time with a racist bitch. I'm sick and tired of your constant racist bullshit and so I got as far away from you as I could." "I am not a racist!" "Oh yes you are, and what's more you are the worst kind - the kind that won't admit it. I may not agree with the whites down south who are always preaching hate against the blacks, but at least they have the guts to do it out in the open. You scream the same racist shit against whites, but then claim you aren't a racist and I say that's bullshit." "I am not a racist!" "I suppose you are going to tell me that you don't discriminate against whites?" "I don't." "Ever date one in high school? College? Ever have a social lunch or have dinner with a white person? Ever hang with any when you were in school?" "Well, no I haven't, but..." "No buts Lativa. Ever have anything to do with whites that you weren't forced into, like having to work with them? I'll answer that one for you. No, you never have, and why? It is because you are prejudiced against whites! And when you are prejudiced what are you? You're a bigot and what are bigots? Bigots are racists. You are proven, by every word that comes out of your mouth, to be a bigot where whites are concerned. You are a racist Lativa whether you admit it or not." "I am not damn you, I am not!" "We could play "am too, are not" for the rest of the trip and it would get us nowhere Lativa, so let's just drop the subject" and I turned and looked out my window for the rest of the trip to the hotel. After we had checked in and had gone to our rooms I called down and ordered room service for dinner. I did not want to go down to the restaurant and have Lativa come in, see me and join me. After I had eaten I settled back with a book that I'd brought along for a quiet evening. Not to be. The phone rang and it was Lativa. "We need to talk about what we are going to do tomorrow." "No we don't Lativa. You give the presentation and I'll sit there and smile and back your play and then we will go home and I'll start my job search." "You think I'll stink it up that bad?" "No Lativa, I think you will do just fine." "Then what's with the job search?" "Dave said on Monday that they are going to pair us permanently and I'm not going for it. I'll be damned if I'm going to work permanently with a racist and have to listen to the constant anti-white tirade." She started to say she wasn't a racist, but I hung up on her in mid-sentence and went back to my book. Five minutes later there was a knock on my door and thinking that it was room service back to pick up the dishes I answered it. I found a fuming Lativa standing in the hall. She put a hand in the middle of my chest and pushed and I stumbled back into the room. Before I could recover my balance she pushed me again and I fell back on the bed. Lativa yelled at me, "I am not a racist damn you, and I will not let you call me one" and then she climbed up on the bed and sat on me. Now Lativa isn't all that big and I'm no weakling and I could have dumped her off and onto the floor easily. That I didn't was probably because I was just a little on the stunned side. "I am not prejudiced against whites," she yelled down at me and she pulled off her top and pulled down her bra to expose her tits. She grabbed my hands and pulled them to her tits and held them there. "If I was bigoted against whites would I let a white man even see these, let alone touch them? Go ahead you self opinionated asshole, squeeze them, pinch the nipples, lick them if you want." I just laid there wondering what the hell had come over her and then she snarled, "Who is prejudiced now white boy? Can't bring yourself to touch the skin of a nigger? Afraid the color will rub off white boy? Afraid it will leave a stain on your lily white skin and that it will tell all your white friends you been with a nigger?" When she said that I lost it. The bitch had been busting my balls for two weeks and I was fed up with it and when she hit me with the "afraid the color will rub off" shit I just totally lost it. I grabbed her and rolled over on top of her. "I'll show you who's afraid bitch! You want to play games? I'll show you how to play games." I ripped her shorts off her. Under them she was wearing a thong and I made short work of that too. I freed myself from my boxers and forced Lativa's legs apart and just before I speared my cock into her I saw the look on her face and I finally understood. The expression said, "Oh God, what have I done?" and it was combined with a touch of "Sweet Jesus, I can't let him do this. I have to stop him", but it was too late for that; I was way beyond being able to stop or be stopped. Lativa had done the pushing me on the bed and the tit thing to intimidate me and she had fully expected me to lie shaking on the bed and to be contrite and all that kind of sensitive stuff. The last thing she expected was to have a white man bury his cock in her. But Lativa was shit out of luck because my sensitive side wasn't in St. Louis that day. I was way past thinking sensibly by then. I was pounding into her tight pussy and I snarled down at her, "We'll just see if it rubs off you fucking slut. We will see if it leaves a mark on me and if it does I'll tell everybody who sees it that it came from you. Yes I will, I'll scream it out to the world that Lativa fucked me and the color rubbed off and won't you just love everyone knowing that you are a white man's whore." I wasn't even thinking of cumming, of getting my rocks off, all I was thinking of was ramming Lativa as hard as I could to punish the stupid bitch for what she'd put me through over the last two weeks. I was a mindless fuck machine as I drove into her and I don't even know at what point her legs came up and wrapped around me. I wasn't even aware at first of the moans and cries of pleasure that were coming from her. It wasn't until she grabbed my ass so hard that the pain of her nails biting into me registered that I knew that Lativa was trying to fuck me as hard as I was trying to fuck her. Her body pushed up against me and her legs kicked and her nails broke skin as she cried out, "Fuck me you white bastard, fuck me." "White bastard am I? I'll fuck you, you fucking nigger slut. I'll fuck you until you bleed." "Do it white boy, make me cum you worthless piece of white trash, make me cum damn you, make me cum." There is only one thing wrong with a fuck like that and that is the women can go on forever and a man can't. For all my talk of fucking her until she bled I was fast reaching the point of blowing my load. My mental state was "Damn it, she'll win. I'll lose it and the bitch will win. Can't let her win damn it, can't let the bitch win." I had to make her cum before I did and so I did the only thing I could think of, I took a nipple in my mouth and rolled it between my teeth and I shoved a finger in her ass. She arched her back, cried out, "Oh fuck!" and had an orgasm. Six strokes later I unloaded into her pussy and snarled, "I hope you aren't on birth control nigger. I'd love to see you walking around with my white baby. One more sign that you are a white man's whore." Physically I was done, but mentally I was still going, "Can't let her win, can't let her win." I pulled out of her and spun around and pushed my cock into her open mouth and then I started to finger her clit. I felt her mouth move on me and I felt her tongue swirl around and then she pulled her mouth off me and I heard her say, "What's the matter white boy, afraid to eat black pussy?" "You black bitch! You fucking nigger whore! I'll show you who's afraid. I'll make you scream you fucking whore, I'll make you beg me to stop." It went on like that for another two hours, the two of us taunting and insulting each other until I was exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up alone the next morning and at first I thought that I had fallen asleep and had had an erotic dream, but then I saw the torn thong lying on the floor. I got up, showered, shaved and dressed and headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. I was sitting sipping my coffee and reviewing my notes when Lativa came in, saw me and headed for my table. I braced myself for the start of a bad day, but all she said when she sat down was, "We still have time to go over the presentation." "No need. You have it nailed. I'll just take notes on their comments and handle the Q and A." The waitress showed up and took Lativa's order and I sat and waited for her to unload on me, but she just sipped her coffee and reviewed her notes. Lativa's attitude was apparently reserved for her co-workers and some others, but with clients she was a pure professional and the presentation went off without a hitch. There was a short question and answer period and then Lativa and I were told that we should come back the next day in case after going over our proposal they had any additional questions. The cab ride back to the motel was a quiet one as Lativa and I looked out our respective side windows. Once at the hotel Lativa headed for the gift shop and I went right up to my room. I was sitting there debating whether to go down to the restaurant or call for room service when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Lativa standing there in a bathrobe. She opened it to show me that she was naked underneath. "Ready to make some funky music white boy?" and she put her hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back and then she came into the room and kicked the door closed behind her and dropped her robe on the floor. It was hot, it was steamy, and it was almost violent. It was straight up, no holds barred sex. We insulted each other, we goaded each other and we tried to fuck each other's eyes out and then we fell into an exhausted sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and when I came back I stood looking down at her and wondered what the next day, the next week and the next month would bring. It shouldn't have happened, but it did and I wasn't sorry, I wasn't sorry at all. The Radford House Legend has it, they say, that the Radford house on 52 North Street is inhabited by evil spirits. Walls bleed, chandeliers tremble, and kitchen knives have a sick mind of their own. Many haunted houses can be left immediately if one gets too scared. The Radford house, however, is different. It is a possessed house, and it is very fond of consuming curious explorers. The legend states that "No one who dares enter the Radford house of Hell may ever leave it." The disappearing of a group of local teenagers was enough to convince most people that the legend was a bit more than just a legend, but for Adrian and Saria, it was all the more reason to investigate. The grinding of Adrian's car on the gravel driveway broke the silence of the Radford lot as he drove up and stopped the car. "You feel it don't you?" Adrian asked, noticing that Saria was shivering quite a bit. "The energy is really strong! Really…" She paused. "Bad." Adrian finished Adrian got out of the car, and stood next to it surveying the surroundings. Saria soon followed. The old, Victorian relic before them had a creepy aura about it. Its gingerbread decorations were in desperate need for some paint, a few of the windows were shattered, and the front door banged against the jamb as a chilled breeze swept Adrian's long hair over his face. Saria's eyes shot up to the highest window where she swore she saw a ghost. "Adrian…look up there!" She whispered. Adrian looked up at the window but saw nothing. "Don't let your imagination get to you. That's probably how it gets people. Probably scares them to death." He chuckled. "You dick! I can't help it! I've never been to a place as haunted as this before!" Saria snapped. She was taken back by her sudden bout of anger. "Sorry…I don't know where that came from." Her eyes met Adrian's for a moment before turning back to see if the car was still there. As Adrian stood there examining each window, door, and rafter, a weird energy, a lust Adrian had never felt before hit him full force. He looked over at Saria, taking note of her heaving breasts for the first time in their entire friendship. He never even touched her, and now he was looking with hungry eyes at her breasts. "Saria looks so fucking sexy in that fishnet shirt. I wouldn't mind fucking her." He thought. He clapped his hands to his mouth unable to believe what he had just thought. "We're friends. We always have been, and nothing has ever tempted us to be more." Adrian recalled. He walked up the path to the wrap-around porch, intrigued by all of the unexplained emotions the house was manifesting. As he ascended the steps to the front door, a sad memory of days passed flashed before his eyes. The first one was of a young boy not older than ten smoking a cigarette, and then a man that was probably his father burst in the room, snatched the cigarette from his mouth and tore him to the floor to kick him in the stomach. The second step brought a vision of the "father" having brutal sex with someone who was probably his wife. She was crying in pain as he rammed her with violent force. The last step was the "wife" in the kitchen with a kitchen knife. She made cuts on her chest and arms until her "husband" came in. When he was in the room she ran up to him and stabbed him several times, maniacally shoving the blade in his chest, his stomach, his neck, and wherever else she could in her insanity. Adrian reached the porch, but almost fell backward off the stairway he just ascended. Before his eyes were actual occurrences. He knew it. After all, he had psychic abilities and there was no doubt in his mind that the graphic visions were true. He managed to catch himself before falling backwards off the porch, but he balanced himself with a loud thud that caught Saria's attention. She ran to catch up with him. "Don't step on those stairs. I'll lift you up." Adrian warned. "Why?" Saria asked. "I saw these graphic visions. Memories...they're really bad. I don't think you want to see them." He informed. "What were they?" "Hmm...well we had a beating, a rape, and a murder. A brutal, insane murder." Adrian warned. "Jesus." Adrian reached his hand out to lift Saria up to the porch, but as he did, he felt another bout of lust, this time more intense than the last. He started to push her against the wall to kiss her but stopped himself and turned around, burying his head in his hands in shame. "What's going on, Adrian?" Saria asked with irritation in her voice. "I don't know. This house is fucking with me! It's playing mind games! Don't let it get you Saria." Saria stepped back, unaware that there was a drop. She fell back on the top step and witnessed the same brutal murder scene that Adrian just saw. "Holy shit!" She screamed, scrambling back onto the porch. "See! I told you!" Adrian remarked. "This is really creepy." Saria said. All of a sudden her curiosity took over. "We should go in." She started towards the door. "Hold on Saria. I thought you just said it was creepy." "But I'm curious. Come on! You're the one who was begging me to come and now you're too chicken to come with me." "Chicken? Aren't we a little old for that?" Adrian couldn't help but think she was flirting with him. He started to get horny again. He watched her as she went inside, marveling at her nice figure and hot ass. He wanted to finger her warm flesh. He wanted to scour every inch of her with his tongue. Explore her silky depths. Adrian was so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to notice that Saria was already inside. He hurried in after her. The house was dark and musty. Wallpaper covered the walls, but in many places it was either stained or ripped. The floor creaked with almost every step. Cobwebs were stretched between each part of the grand, gold chandelier, and half-burned candles were leaning on their sides in the candleholders. Adrian and Saria walked throughout the first floor, turning every corner with caution. Adrian's eyes were transfixed on Saria and her smooth movements as she walked throughout the house. She turned at one point to see if he was still there, giving a sexy, head-turned-down, glance at Adrian before turning back to go into the next room. When they came to the kitchen, Saria screamed at notice of the walls. They were bleeding just like the legend claimed. Blood seeped from every crack and seam in the white wooden paneling. It was running from them as it would from a cut, trickling across the countertops and dripping off the edge. "Don't worry Saria...you're safe with me." Adrian approached her to put his arms around her but stopped himself. He didn't want to get himself started. He instead nodded in assurance and continued to look around. "I'll be okay...it just startled me." She told him. "It's actually kind of cool." "Yeah, it is." Adrian agreed as his mind strayed back to Saria's hot body. A sudden noise made them both jump as they entered the parlour. Adrian grabbed Saria from behind, wrapping his arms around her protectively as a piece of the ceiling crashed to the floor. "Adrian, you're so cold! Are you okay?" Saria asked. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just get cold when I'm nervous. That's all." Adrian answered. He held her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as they made their way back to the main hallway. They traveled up the creaky, mahogany stairs to a short corridor with a few sconces on the walls. The candles in them mysteriously lit themselves as Adrian and Saria passed by. At the end of the corridor was a door through which they entered. "This is the room where that father beat his son. Look, there's an ash tray!" Adrian said. "Wow. This is a really cool place. I wonder why no one ever leaves it." "Guess we'd have to leave to find out." Adrian said smartly. "You're such a dick sometimes." Saria remarked. "I know." Adrian said with a smile. After exploring the lounge they entered one of the bedrooms. This room was not like the others they were in. This room was much cleaner. There were few cobwebs, the candles were unburned, and the dust in the room was at a minimum. Saria wondered how this could be. Jet black curtains covered the windows, and only a slit of light came into the room. The furniture was mahogany and ornately carved. There was a satin, gothic style chaise lounge in the corner next to some floor candelabras. As they entered the room, the candles started to light themselves leaving a romantic and sexy glow about the room. "Look at that bed!" Saria exclaimed noticing the large, gothic, canopy bed situated diagonally from corner. It was king-sized, with a crimson, satin duvet. It had many large, black, satin pillows that covered almost half of the bed. Long, velve t curtains that matched the colour of the pillows were tied neatly to the bedposts with silver rope. "That's one hell of a bed." Adrian commented. Looking at the bed triggered the most intense lust Adrian ever felt. He moved to Saria's side and put his arm tightly around her waist pulling her close to him. She was thin but healthy, with curvy hips, and a seductive set of legs. Adrian wanted to move his hands all over her body. He wanted to finger every nook and cranny. He was beginning to forget that they were just friends. He was starting to forget that he cared. "God you're sexy." He said suddenly. "Excuse me?" Adrian never commented on her looks before, and this was awkward. "I want you..." He whispered into her ear, exhaling as he spoke the words. Saria would have said something just then, however her words were lost when she felt Adrian bite her neck. Her eyes rolled back and she exhaled in ecstasy as a tingle shot through her veins. She became lost in this feeling. She used to have a boyfriend who would bite her neck, but his bite was no match for Adrian's. The lust that kept striking Adrian was now hitting her. After a few minutes of biting and sucking her neck, Adrian spoke. "Let me touch you…" His hand snaked down her stomach and to her sex. "What has gotten into you?!" She asked, still a little taken back. "And you're still cold!" By now, Adrian was completely dominated by his lust for her. "I always am. And I'm just a little horny...that's all." "Well that's obvious Adrian…" Saria responded. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm rushing into things." He said as he removed his black fishnet shirt, exposing his beautiful, pale chest. Saria couldn't help but marvel at his chiseled physique. Everything about him appeared so perfect. His stomach was flat, and his shoulders and arms were muscular. She couldn't help but get a little horny herself. Adrian reached for her shirt and lifted it off of her body as he leaned down to kiss her now somewhat exposed breasts. Saria looked down at him but was startled when she saw his eyes. They were now completely black. She blinked to verify what she saw. They were no doubt as black as night. He came up and kissed her smooth lips, snaking his tongue into her mouth and moving his tongue against hers. Saria tried to say something about the strange colouration of his eyes but her lust overcame her. She was lost in the moment now and there was no turning back. Once again he bit her neck, only this time a bit harder. He slid the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and undid the snap. She backed up long enough to let the bra fall to the floor, but returned to his arms to continue kissing him. Adrian's lust was boiling now. He couldn't stand it any longer. Not only was he rock hard as he had been for the past five minutes, but he was also breathing quite heavily. He began removing his leather pants, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. Saria noticed his action and all at once found herself pulling them off of his legs. She noticed his boots had somehow disappeared as she reached his feet. She looked around the room and found them sitting by the bed. Confused, she put her lips to Adrian's legs, feeling his cold skin. Saria looked up to see if his eyes were still black. She blinked and accepted that she wasn't seeing things. She started to shake. "Adrian...are you...no, you couldn't be…" She sat back on her legs as Adrian stepped out of his pants. "Yes, I am." He read her thoughts. Saria's jaw dropped as Adrian bared his fangs. "Cool isn't it?" He asked. "Heh...yeah." She said. She looked him up and down as she felt her wetness ooze out of her. This new discovery only made her want him more. She stood up and pressed her breasts against his cold skin, licking his neck like a kitten. As she moved her body closer to his, she felt his hard cock press against her. It felt big, and though it was cold, she wanted to suck it. She kissed Adrian one last time before sinking to her knees to remove his boxers. As they slid down his legs, she took hold of his cock, putting her mouth up to it, and looked up teasingly. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and came just millimetres from it before returning to her mouth. She giggled as she continued to look into his black eyes. Adrian pushed his hips forward, touching her cheek with his cold, but throbbing cock. "I know you want it..." He said. "Lick it, sexy." Saria started at the base of his shaft, following one of the veins up to the mushroom head. Adrian's head fell back as she took the large head into her mouth. She moved her tongue across the coronal ridge, flicking the spot over and over and smiling as Adrian moaned. The moaning always turned her on, and it encouraged her to keep going. She began to pant as moan as she licked and sucked his large, pulsating cock. She held the shaft with her left hand, squeezed it as hard as she could, and gently massaged his balls with her right. She brought her tongue down the shaft and to his balls, taking one at a time in her mouth and sucking them gently. Her finger stroked the smooth skin of the perineum as she licked patterns on his balls. Adrian brought his hand to her head and held it there, but she only brought her tongue down lower flicking her tongue across the perineum. Adrian almost fell backwards as he felt the simultaneous licking and jerking off of his pulsating cock. He couldn't believe how good she was. She came back up and took his entire length in her mouth, swallowing the cold rod and warming it with her hot mouth. All of a sudden, Adrian exhaled and moaned loudly, pulling Saria's hair and making her suck his cock as fast as he could make his hand move. Saria began to gag but suppressed it just in time. Many jets of cold cum flowed straight down her throat as Adrian thrust against her. He pressed her head as far onto his cock as she could handle so the cum would flow straight down her throat. He pulled out before finishing so he could cum on her face. There was so much that it dripped from her chin onto her breasts. "It's been awhile..." He giggled. "Mmm...I always wondered what vampire cum tastes like..." Saria said, standing up to kiss Adrian. "Bet you do too..." She laughed as she shared his cum with him. Adrian found this to be very erotic. He got down on his knees and pulled her panties off from under her short PVC skirt and began to lick her pussy. It was clean shaven, and her clit was pierced. He flicked his tongue across her clit making her moan. The combined motion of his tongue and the ring that pierced her clit caused her to fall backwards. Adrian stood up and lowered her onto the chaise lounge, pulling her skirt from her body leaving her naked and beautiful. The only things left on her body were her fishnet stockings. Adrian would have fucked her right then and there, but the orgasm he just experienced was so good that it would be awhile before he was ready for another round. Or so he said. He spread her legs with and knelt before her, lapping away at her pussy. He had not tasted a human before. Not in this way. He licked her warm come as it oozed all over his mouth and onto the chaise. He plunged his tongue into her silky depths and managed to reach her G-spot. Saria grabbed the arms of the chaise and thrust her sex against his mouth. He came out of her for a moment to lick her clit as she continued to moan in ecstasy. While one of her hands continued to grasp the chair, the other moved down to his head where she ran her fingers through his long, black hair. He looked up at her, his black eyes peeking into her mind. He knew what she wanted. He climbed atop her like a cat, biting her neck until it began to bleed. Saria screamed as the blood trickled down her neck, into her hair, and onto the chaise. "Relax. It won't hurt in a moment. I promise." Adrian told her. Saria closed her eyes as he went back to drinking her blood, as just when she fell into the trance-like state, he entered her. From Saria was the loudest moan she ever made. His large cock filled her dripping pussy, spreading it apart guiltlessly. He began pumping as he drank a few more drops of her blood. He waved a free hand over the wound and healed it. He didn't want her to bleed to death. He pulled out for a moment, looking into her lustful green eyes. A desperate aura came about her and she pulled his hips toward her but it was to no avail. Her eyes grew wider and wider as Adrian backed away. He teased her like this for a few minutes, waiting for her lust to turn her into the animal she really was. He wanted to see this human girl he'd known for years become the animal she really was to him. Saria clawed at his back and moaned, thrusting her hips toward him. She brought one hand down to her breasts and squeezed the soft mounds with a rough, animalistic lust. He had her right where he wanted her. "Fuck me goddamnit!" Saria lunged her hips into Adrian once again, spreading her legs wider so he could enter her. "Please! I want it hard! Fuck me hard!" Without hesitation, Adrian thrust himself into her and fucked her as hard and fast as he could. "Yeah! Fuck yeah!" She shouted into his ear. Adrian pulled out again. "God, you humans can be such fucking animals and I love it!" Adrian chuckled as he pulled her violently off the chaise lounge and threw her on the bed. "Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind. You're mine now..." His voice was almost demonic as he mounted her and thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Every time he pulled out, more of her fluid seeped out of her getting the bed wet with her juices. He went as deep and hard as he could, fucking her like the whore she seemed to be. He went faster and faster, reaching a hand down around her body to finger her clit as he grabbed her hair and pulled it with each thrust. Saria's breasts were bouncing in all directions and she began to scream. The combination of pleasure and pain was bringing her to orgasm quickly, but Adrian wasn't about to let her come yet. He waved his hand over her once again, this time sending her into a peak experience. She felt like she was coming, but she knew she wasn't. She couldn't explain the feeling but she screamed louder and louder as Adrian pounded her now reddened pussy. He put her through ten minutes of this relentless fucking before letting her come. It wasn't difficult at all for Adrian to keep going, and the whole "going soft" thing was just a tease. As Saria started to come, he put all of his strength into fucking her, moving the hand that grasped her hair to her shoulder. He pulled her against his cock, thrusting as hard and fast as ever as Saria came all over him. Her come was so abundant that it formed a small pool on the bed. The earth-shattering orgasm seemed to go on forever as Saria's voice was lost from screaming so loudly. Finally, the orgasm subsided and she fell forward, completely devoid of any energy whatsoever. "I hope you don't think I'm finished." Adrian remarked. Saria turned her head and looked at him in disbelief. There was no way she could take anymore of this. Adrian pulled her back to her doggie-style position and thrust himself back inside her. The Radford House "I can't take anymore Adrian!" She wailed. "I can't do it!" "Then I'll just fuck your cute little ass!" Adrian said. His eyes began to turn red. Red with the lust that was consuming him. Saria turned to look at him. His determination and ridiculous lust only turned her on even more. "Yeah, fuck my tight little ass!" Adrian reached down and put his fingers into the come on the bed which was starting to dry. He used her wetness to lubricate her ass. "That's a nice little slut...I'll bet you want me to come in your ass too, don't you?" "Mmm...yeah..." Saria's pussy was still as wet as ever, and dripping like crazy. Adrian teased her tight rim with his cock for a few moments, then thrust his cock deep into her ass. Saria cried in pleasure and pain as he pumped faster and faster, and within minutes he was coming. He screamed almost as loud as Saria, pulling her by her hips against him as he came into her tight little ass. He rode out the orgasm, which like hers, lasted for quite some time. Just when Saria couldn't take any more of it, he pulled out and fell backwards as exhaustion overcame him. Saria felt her body go limp and she sunk into the bed, falling into her own come as Adrian's dripped out of her ass. In their deluded state, they began to understand why no one ever leaves the Radford house. It was Adrian the whole time. He'd lure these teenagers in. These curious humans. Drink the blood of the men, and fuck the women until they were devoid of energy, then drink their blood. Saria started to get worry. "It's you. You and your vampire friends. You're the ones killing everyone!" "Yeah. We tend to do that. But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. In fact, I was thinking of embracing you so you could join in on the fun too. No more school or any crap like that. Us vampires can have anything we want. We live where we want, do what we want, and feed on anyone we like. You've been such an awesome friend to me and fucking you was amazing. If I make you a vampire you can have all the sex you want and you won't get tired. You up for it?" "Well..." Saria began, looking seductively into Adrian's eyes. "if that means I can fuck you whenever I want, suck your dick whenever I want, cum all over your nice, big, hard cock and let you fuck my tight little ass, then I'm all for it..." Adrian gave a demonic smile as he leaned over to bite her neck. Another hot human successfully seduced, and this little whore would be his forever. The Radio Beam Mike sat by the wireless set tuning the amplitude modulator he had designed to narrow the radio beam his equipment generated. Mike had served in the military as a radio operative, and had continued working on radio equipment as a civilian, and had tinkered with radio electronics as a hobby, developing a network of friends throughout the world. But it was only since the car crash he had developed the amplitude modulator. Radio seemed a strange way, for many, to deal with his grief, but Mike had found very quickly that expressing his grief and the horrible pain he felt inside to those around him was a very effective way of stopping family and friends calling, or visiting. There had to be a different way to rid himself of the pain. It wasn't his fault his wife Julie and two children -- daughter Caitlin, son Mark - had been killed. It wasn't even the fault of the driver of the lorry -- it had just been one of those things in terrible weather, with snow on the ground, as his family returned home from a few days at Julie's mother. Mike knew it wasn't his own fault, but he seemed to be the one punished. They had been an ideal family. He had adored Julie and his family, but now they were gone no-one was able to cope with his grief so that he had to bottle up, a grief nearly destroying him. The one glimmer was his hobby. He had a thought about two months after the accident -- he had to get rid of the pain somewhere -- why not get rid of it to outer space! He knew it was absurd, but there was at least a symbolic action to sending it out there which could help him cope with the pain, rid him of the darkest moments. As a result Mike developed the amplitude modulator. It simply focussed the radio beam, so when he cried, or screamed, or was totally overwhelmed by darkness, he could turn on his microphone and send it all into infinity without anyone else even hearing, or receiving. Radio was his life, and somehow through his life it helped him -- a bit -- deal with the pain. He simply fired it into outer space, so no-one could be touched by the utter darkness in his soul from the accident........ .................................... The dark shape soared invisibly through the darkness on its journey of discovery. It had journeyed for several years, unseen and undetected. For much of that time there had been no-one to see it even if they could have detected it. But now the dark shape was travelling through an area with a sprinkling of meteors, giant planets, smaller planets. The scanners were trying to pick up any signals. They were aware there was one planet with a lot of electromagnetic activity, bouncing from it's surface to shapes hovering in the sky, back to the surface. They were aware there was a lot of random radio activity being sent out. It was very primitive. Then the scanner picked up a single beam, aimed straight upwards, seemingly at nothing in particular. It was different. The dark shaped veered towards the beam to intercept it. It crossed the beam beyond a giant planet with rings. As the shape cut through the beam there was a scream in the beam. Echoing the scream, there were many screams within the shape, beings in awful pain........... The dark shape veered away, the screaming stopped. The shape invisibly came to a halt............ .................................................. It had been a difficult day for Mike. It was Julie's birthday. It had started dark and had got worse. He had turned on his radio, he had sobbed, screamed, shouted his anger into the radio, knowing it was the only place he could speak openly without being heard or hurting anyone. He had spent some time through the evening on the radio, before the darkness had exhausted him and he dragged himself to bed and asleep. Sleep was probably the only place he couldn't feel his pain. Except for the nightmares. ....... ............................... Inside the dark shape there was a real sense of disaster. It wasn't meant to wake up, but it had. The darkness, the pain, the anger, the suffering that had come up the radio beam had caused so much consternation -- the pain had been felt horribly within the shape. There had been debate, but a few had followed the beam to the surface of a planet - those who could survive outside. They had gone to its source, and found the source. They had taken the source back up the beam so all could see, believing it would stay asleep when they placed it into the middle of the chamber, thinking their powers would keep it asleep. But something had gone wrong -- it had woken up. Mike opened his eyes in the shaded light -- not dark, not bright -- just comfortable. Mike was disorientated, then remembered his grief, going to bed, his radio. He often woke up in the early hours. But this was different. This was something else. Mike looked around -- he noticed he was in what looked like some sort of industrial, metal chamber, but painted dark blue. He was on a metal floor, though it wasn't cold. Mike thought "industrial" was the wrong word -- there was a real beauty to the colour around him. Somehow he was so shocked he wasn't afraid................. Then he was. As he looked around the room he was aware of shapes appearing, just becoming solid, materialising all around him. Mike screamed, as these figures perhaps 9 or 10 feet tall, humanoid in shape but with no features, appeared all around the chamber. His voice was silent, until they stopped seeming to get more solid, and ended semi-transparent, each of a single colour, transparent pinks, blues, greens, with one who was red. If Mike had not been terrified he would have thought the sight would be stunningly beautiful. Mike was paralysed with fear. There was a tingling sound suddenly surrounding him -- a sound with some urgency, which Mike later understood to be conversation between the creatures. His levels of fear rocketed even further as he realised the red figure was moving. Moving towards him. Mike looked to where he could run, but there was nowhere. Suddenly the figure was lifting him -- later Mike would have said it felt like warm velvet jelly, but alive. He screamed, but still he was lifted, then wrapped around by this creature. It was strange. Mike was terrified. But not hurt. Asleep? Having dreams? Waking dreams? Suspended? Something else? He was completely wrapped in this being, or covered by her or him or it, or, well inside whatever it was. He thought it was a "she." He knew she wouldn't hurt him. But then his mind began to be probed. He didn't have any other words for it. He could tell what this being was examining. His childhood. His marriage. His memories. His children. The pain of those memories felt almost too much. His language was being examined. His work. His wider family. His desires. His sexual memories, desires, perversions -- not that he had ever fulfilled any of them -- were all examined. It seemed like hours that his mind was read, Mike conscious all the way through, but unable to move. At last he found himself being placed on the floor, the figure moving away. It wasn't until that moment he realised he was naked. And awake. For real. Perhaps this being had stripped him to read everything about him. Instinctively Mike covered himself. "Michael, we cannot take away your pain, but we can help you on the path to healing." It was a strange light voice, coming, so Mike thought, from the red creature. Suddenly Mike felt angry. Kidnapped. Terrified. Probed. His whole being examined -- even the corners he would never have shared with Julie. And he was probably going to die. And didn't aliens always end up anally probing you? He wasn't going to take this any more. Mike lept to his feet. He pointed at the red creature. "How can you heal me? Perhaps I don't want to be healed. Perhaps I want to hurt like this. I've lost my wife. My children. Everything. My family avoid me. My friends ignore me. And you are just going to swan in and think you'll put everything right. Have you ever known this pain? Course not -- you're just a bunch of .............. I don't even know what you are a bunch of, but you look like a load of jellies to me." Mike ran out of steam and stopped his tirade, to be greeted by silence. He just thought the 14 or so creatures were staring at him. Mike's anger had run out as quick as it had flared. "I'm sorry." He slumped on the ground, his hand hiding himself. Somehow the darkness had taken over again, and the spark of life and anger had disappeared. Mike began to cry, his sobbing echoing around the room. Again the voice was speaking to him. The voice ordered him: "Michael, listen." Mike's anger sparked up again. "No-one calls me Michael, except my mother," he shouted. "I hate Michael. Call me Mike." The voice spoke again. "Mike, Listen." Somehow Mike was ready to listen, and assumed it was the figure in red that was speaking to him. "Mike, we are of a people called the Carron. We are explorers. Our home planet is many many stars away. We were exploring your system, and found your beam. We followed it and brought you here." The voice stopped and paused. "Mike, we have never experienced such darkness in a being. " There was another pause, as Mike put a human word to the form of communication - Telepathy. "Mike, I'm sorry we had to make you go through an-horan -- probing your mind. It was the only way we could learn your language so I can speak to you now. It was the only way we could understand your species, and your own personal feelings." "But you went too deep," Mike shouted back. "You went to parts I hate. And have always hidden. You invaded my privacy." Suddenly Mike heard the voice giggling. "Mike, there was some funny things in those corners!" Mike slumped down again, feeling mocked and humiliated, as the voice began to speak to him. "Mike. Let me tell you a little about the Carron. As a species we are far far more advanced than your species." Mike noticed there was no arrogance in the voice. "Mike, in your language, I have to say that we are far more feeling centred. Emotion centred. My colleagues here have appointed me to be your healer. We heal by giving expression to feeling, physical, mental, emotional. I think you might call it play. We do not take away darkness -- that is your experience. Your life. But perhaps we can add feelings to balance it, shade it." Mike was confused. "What do you mean?" There was a giggle, then he felt a link from the red creature to himself. A mindbeam? Telepathy? He didn't know the word. But he felt himself stimulated. Mike was aware of the "beam" searching his body, then wrapping erotically around his balls, his penis. He looked down -- he found his cock rock hard. It was bizarre -- he was feeling himself masturbated from inside. It was the most powerful erection he had ever known, and maybe the first one since the deaths............... Mike was lying on the ground, squirming in arousal, his hips thrusting, bucking as the beam fired his nerves. He was sweating , then was crying out, moaning, suddenly shooting his sperm onto the floor. His body bucked, as he spurted hard, several times, before lying back breathing heavily from the orgasm. Suddenly he heard voices -- high tinkling voices -- all of the Carron seemed to be giggling at what they had made him do. Once again it fired Mike's anger. "You think you are superior beings?" Mike had stood and was pointing to the figure in red. "Superior beings. Yes, you got the power. And you can kidnap me. And humiliate me. And make me do things like you did just now. And you could kill me, and probably will. And I can't stop you. But that doesn't make you superior. That just makes you bullies. It shows you are much lesser beings. No morality. No standards. No respect. You just use people so you can sit around giggling, laughing at them. I've known bullies, but that makes you the worst of all bullies. You are not superior to anyone. You are just amoral low lives. Now put me back in my bed. Or do you just want some more fun at the expense of someone weaker than you, but with more fibre than you will ever know." Mike stood defiantly. Even he surprised himself with the anger sparked within him. He had not been like that since before the car crash. The car crash........Suddenly Mike was shedding tears, tears of sadness, tears he hadn't shed properly since the accident. Mike collapsed to the floor. Naked. More naked than he had ever been in his grief. It was absurb, not only were these aliens seeing him physically naked, they were seeing naked emotion like he had never shown in front of anyone before. And he couldn't stop. His body was wracked with sobs as he squirmed on the floor. As he lay there sobbing he was aware of the red figure moving towards him again. Surrounding him in some way. Not hurting, or imprisoning, or holding. Just giving Mike a safe place where he could sob and scream and moan out his pain, his emptiness, his loss. And as he sobbed, he felt the figure sharing it. He didn't know what or how. She wasn't taking it away. But sharing it. Mike didn't know how long he cried for, or how his crying came to an end, but as it did he felt himself falling into sleep. Not the pained darkness of nightmares and brokenness, but the rest of peace, something he hadn't known since...................... Mike didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke the pain he carried had seemed to have dissipated. For the first time in months he felt almost alive, waking up to a new dawn, not waking to new darkness. At first Mike was disorientated, and knew he wasn't alone. Mike turned over to be faced by the huge red creature. Lying next to him. It hadn't been a dream, a nightmare. As he woke he was aware of the being moving towards him, rolling on top of him. Mike didn't move. But then he felt................., he didn't know how to describe it -- he felt good. Somehow his skin was tingling. A sensuous tingling. More -- an erotic tingling. The being moulded itself to his shape -- perfectly. Wherever the being was touching him, his skin, his nerves felt stimulated. The being felt like -- again Mike struggled for words -- felt like velvet against him. Mike again heard the voice. Out loud? In his mind? He didn't know, but Mike was stunned at the words said in a sensuous voice. "Michael . I want to feel you inside me. I want to be taken by your cock. I want your seed inside me. Michael, please, please fuck me. Now." Mike was aware, suddenly, that he was hugely aroused. The tingling of his skin, the being pressed against him. The shape moulding itself to his shape, around his cock, caressing his cock and balls. Mike was very stiff. He had an erection like he could never remember. Or was it just like the day before? The creature seemed to be instinctively sensuous -- whatever turned Mike on it enhanced, slowly concentrating all it's energy, touch around his groin. Suddenly Mike felt the creature turning onto it's back, moving under him. Suddenly he felt himself grabbing and thrusting his cock into the creature. He felt the velvety skin of the creature moving with him, his cock being moistened by his pre-cum. Suddenly he didn't know how but was fucking the creature with a fury he had never known -- at least from the early days of his marriage. Mike thrust his cock into the creature, faster and faster. Mike heard a voice in his mind saying to him "I love your cock, I want your cock, fuck me, fuck me harder..............." Mike thrust harder and harder until suddenly he cried out, spurting his cum over and over into the creature, the creature seeming to suck every drop of cum and more from his cock. At last Mike had no more, his body relaxed, he found himself lying on the bed, the creature having moved to the other side of the room. Ch 2 As Mike lay on the bed, he heard the creature speaking to him. Probably telepathically. "Mike, there is much you want to understand. Let me explain a little." Mike was quiet, waiting. "Mike, we are physically very advanced creatures. We have the capacity to take different shapes, colours. To move around by transportation -- a bit like the transporters on your StarTrek memories, but we don't need machinery." Mike realised the creature had picked up all these images when he had been probed earlier, and was using language that he could understand. The voice continued. "We have the capacity to take whatever shape we want. We can mould our bodies to whatever shape we want, as you have seen when I have wrapped myself around you. I can wrap myself around to create a perfect sexual being for you. And absorb your seed. Mike -- you are very primitive creatures." There was another pause before the voice continued. "Mike -- although we are superior, Mike, it was good to have you fuck me. To understand a little more of your people, what you call male and female." Mike winced at the use of the f- word so casually. The voice continued. "I am this colour because I have been told to help you in your darkness. You will know it is me when you see a being this colour." There was a pause, before the voice spoke again. "Mike, you have many questions." Mike looked at the creature. He had been formulating questions, then blurted them out. "Are you female? What's your name? What are you going to do with me? What about the others? How many? What do you really look like?" Mike ran out of words....... The voice replied. "Mike, I will answer your questions as best as I can. Mike, there are 20 of us in this craft, and I will show you around in a few moments. We are all female. My name is Ulu Carron. You can call me Ulu. We are going to play with you. We are going to spend some time playing with you in what you call a sexual way -- when I probed your mind we understood that for your species -- your darkness is often balanced by play, and most potently by sexual play. Mike -- I'm sorry but you do not have a choice on that -- the moment you sent the radio beam into space, you agreed to do whatever you could to take away your pain." Ulu paused then seemed to smile. "I think you will enjoy our play with you. Mike, I will show you around the craft in a few moments." Ulu paused. "Mike -- there are two questions left to answer. What are we going to do with you? Well, that is your choice. After we think your pain has been balanced, we will give you a choice. To return to your planet 48 hours after you left it -- although we may have many days here. Alternatively you may stay with us and travel with us, and when we return, then live on our planet. I cannot tell you about it -- but you would love to be there." Ulu smiled. "Finally Mike you wonder what we look like? Mike, we can look like anything if you ask, but we will not look like your wife -- that is not right. But this is our true form." Mike watched as Ulu faded from his sight, then re-appeared -- he assumed it was Ulu -- almost like a huge blue misty circle with a single blue tiny diamond in the middle -- ethereal, beautiful, mystical, pure. Mike stared for minutes at this living distant object, before it disappeared and the red creature re-appeared before Mike. "Come on, Mike, let me show you around." For the next half an hour Ulu showed Mike around the craft. It was huge, metallic, but Mike quickly gained an understanding of the layout -- there was an oval shape corridor, all the way around the outside of the craft, with windows through which he could see small planets and meteors. Inside the corridor were rooms for the Carron, from command room, to recreation rooms. Underneath was the propulsion system which Mike felt he could wait for another time to understand. As he walked around the craft, Mike saw many of the Carron, in different colours, all taking the giant featureless humanoid shape he now realised was for his benefit. Mike was also given food to eat -- he wasn't sure what but it tasted good. Mike couldn't tell the time, but guessed in his own time frame it was after lunch. Ulu had left him while he was eating -- back in his room -- or at least the place where he slept. She appeared when he had finished. She spoke quietly to him: "Mike, come with me. Time for some more play................" The Radio Beam Over the next few days, or what felt like the next few days, Mike and Ulu did "play." It did consist of a lot of sex, Mike being milked dry three or four times a day. But as Mike found himself having sex with Ulu, he also felt the darkness lifting -- his memories were still part of him, but somehow he was "being balanced." He wasn't sure what it really meant, but Ulu had used it earlier, and it felt right. Mike's emotions towards Ulu were strange. He enjoyed the sex, in all its bizarreness, but knew it wasn't an emotional attachment he had -- she was a friendly person whose attention he received and enjoyed, and whom he returned friendship to. It never was and never was going to be boyfriend/girlfriend type feelings. Fuck-buddies -- he had heard the phrase, and perhaps that best way to described it. The truth was, Mike was feeling better. Somehow the attention had broken the dam, and he did feel more like his old self. It was that, which he revealed to Ulu after a long love-making session. Ulu had accepted that, and asked whether he wanted to travel with them, or return to his home. For Mike there was no choice -- he wanted to go home, and begin again. He felt quite confident -- he surprised himself by asking Ulu if there was anything he could do for the Carron. He was surprised by Ulu's wide smile. "Come with me, Mike." Her voice tickled, and she was leading him out of their room, along a corridor to the meeting hall. Mike and Ulu entered the meeting hall, with the rest of the Carron, or different colours, around the side. Ulu turned to Mike. "Mike, they all want to know what it's like." "What? Want to know what what is like........?" Mike was confused, puzzled. "Mike," Ulu spoke with humour in her voice. "Mike, don't be stupid. They all want to know what sex is like. In our world we don't have sex. We will be leaving this solar system in a few hours. We will never know or have a chance again. They know it was amazing for me, both physically and emotionally. They want to experience it." Mike was stunned. Ulu spoke again. "We have changed, Mike. We have changed ourselves into your style of sexuality. We can experience sex. Now. After meeting you. And we want to, and only you can help us." Mike looked puzzled -- but heard the chatter of the Carron. Mike couldn't understand the words, but they did sound "skittish." He turned back to Ulu. "But I'm human. A man. I can only manage one, or sometimes two.............. twenty............ in your dreams................" Ulu waited until he stopped. "Michael. We will make it happen. We have studied you and understand how you function. I will enter you. In my real form. I'll, um, stimulate you. When you've finished I'll get you ready to start again. After we have finished I will give you a special gift, and return you to your planet, and we will leave. You will never see us again. What do you say?" Mike thought, then shrugged. "Okay....................." Ulu clearly smiled, then reverted back to the light that was her true form. Mike wasn't quite sure, but felt her enter him. It was odd, but he felt her moving in him, then suddenly felt her presence in his cock -- it went stiff instantly. But it wasn't just his cock. He felt his nipples tingling, he felt his balls being entered and squeezed. He felt his ass and prostate being entered, worked on. The feeling grew, stronger and stronger, the arousal was at fever pitch. From his waist down felt like it was on fire, sexual fire. He noticed a blue Carron approaching him. Lifting him. Wrapping herself around him. He felt her receiving his cock inside her. He felt her rubbing her velveteen moist flesh rubbing against him. He felt his body responding as he was held in mid air. He couldn't even make sense of how it was happening, but he was fucking this being. And she was responding. She was sharing in the sexual moment. Mike knew that ordinarily he couldn't hold back, but he was being held back, his arousal more than anything he had ever experienced. But suddenly, he felt the Carron shaking. Cumming. He was shooting his cum into her, more cum than he had ever shot before. He knew it was the work of Ulu inside him. At last the Carron lowered Mike gently to the ground. It was odd. He knew internally he was being worked on. Changed. He was aroused, again. Suddenly the next Carron had lifted him, he found himself fucking her, the creature responding................ For the next couple of hours, Mike couldn't understand what was happening to him. Again and again he came. More than enough for each one. Each one brought to orgasm. Each time he thought he had finished, he found himself being revitalised almost instantly. His cock was hard, endlessly. But it was a blur. Endless Carron lifting him, taking him, and each time he had more than enough energy, more than enough arousal to satisfy each one. But at last it came to an end. He was exhausted. Delirious, almost. He was a lone with Ulu. "Mike, we will leave you now, we will return you to your home. We have given you a gift." Mike was confused. "Gift?" "Mike, we can't make you repeat what you have done here, although it has transformed us as a people. But we have rewired you, down there. A bit. Women will know what you can do. And will want it. Do you think the ability to cum twenty times in a row is enough for you................? And women will know you can..........................." .................................................. It was early Monday morning. Mike got ready to go to work in a haze. He felt new. Real? A Dream? Mike was out of his front door, walked into the office, where the four office staff were chatting. One of them turned to him. "Mike. We were just talking. Tracey reckoned that no man could really satisfy one woman, let alone four. I think you could." She gave a wink. "Shall we lock the door? See if you are up to it..............." Mike new that Ulu's promise was about to come true ................ The Radiologist Based on a true story. The names have been changed to protect...well me mostly. -------------------------------------------- The past year and a half has been somewhat a trying one in terms of my health. As things have turned out, I seem to be fine. Overall it appears I'm a relatively healthy 41 year old male. But I kept having a variety of weirdnesses that I can only assume are some of the strange aches and pains that develop as you get older, plus the usual high blood pressure, borderline high cholesterol etc.etc. But diet and some little white pills has returned everything to normal and with exercise, I'm probably in the best shape of my life. Well, at least aerobically anyway. But there has been one issue that's been a little scary: a small, somewhat painful bump on the side of my one testicle. Now before anyone gets grossed out, let me cut to the chase. The bump seems to have disappeared, appears to have been a "normal" part of the epididymis, the tube that connects to the testes from, well, from somewhere. I'm not a doctor or a biologist so let's not get too far sidetracked with my comprehensive lack of knowledge of the human body. My doctor, when first alerted to the issue claimed that these kinds of things come and go, and when the bumps are on the outside and are painful, it generally isn't the "C" word, so this was helpful as I'd been putting off talking about this thing for over a year. For those with similar issues, you should get it checked out. I did. I must say, I'm really glad that I did for multiple reasons as you will soon discover. As I mentioned, the doc didn't think this was a big problem. As it turned out, it wasn't. I actually think the pain was referred pain from a chronically sore back. My chair at work blows. I really need a new one. But again, I digress. My white-coated friend thought, however, that anything "down there" was worth getting checked out, so it was with some trepidation that I made an appointment for an ultrasound on my "unit" during my holidays at the end of the year, so as to get it over with when I was not working. The big day arrived and I have to tell you, I was not looking forward to this. For those women that may be reading this, I know, I know – I'm a big baby. Women are always having people prod around their packages and it's uncomfortable and often embarrassing. But that's what I'm driving at. The thought of some guy scanning my junk was enough to cause my Lone Crusader to cower like a mole under a gas lawnmower. I entered the hospital, which given that it was the holidays, was (not surprisingly) pretty empty. I went through the usual admission stuff. I silently slid the paper with the big bold words, "Ultrasound – Scrotum" emblazoned across the top of the large, grey desk in front of me to the bored woman behind it. I'm pretty sure if it was possible to write it in Day-Glo, they would have, but apparently they only had a pen to write the 3" letters with. The admitting clerk was good about it though. She was efficient, non-judgmental and professional. So far so good. We left her office and began the long walk down the hallway, making what seemed to be thirty-six turns before arriving at the X-Ray area. Here she left me to sign in with another woman who was also very nice and who also didn't say anything about my lumpy balls. After waiting a few minutes, the nice woman took me out of that area and directed me through another twenty-five turns to the Ultrasound area. There, she assured me, yet another nice young woman would review my embarrassing predicament and make me wait some more. And that went exactly as planned as well. I was seated in the make shift men's patient lounge, awaiting the summons to come and present my ball sac to some hairy, bespectacled radiologist when another slim, pleasant looking young lady who appeared to be in her early 30's came into the room. "Mr. Courtland, I'm Lisa and I'll be doing your ultrasound today. If you'll just follow me into the room across the hall..." she offered. "Sure! Fine!" I replied gamely, leaping out of my chair to follow this latest development. OK – can I be honest here? A woman was going to do my ultrasound? I know I should have been thrilled with this. Dancing in the streets. Doing the Mamba down the hallway wagging my index fingers way above my head. But the truth is if I felt like my testicles had receded earlier when I thought about Ricky Radiology playing with my ding-dong, this new event caused them to pull up damn near into my throat. In fact, they might have been the lump I swallowed as I followed this comely female ultrasound technician into the examination room. Once inside, I took further stock of her. It was hard to tell much of anything beneath her loose green scrubs, but she was definitely slender. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tidy, tight bun on the back of her head. She had a narrow, soft face and wonderful cheekbones. A little mascara, but not too much. Prim and professional, but not at all unattractive. Had her hair been down, I could tell that she would have been quite pretty. Her green eyes had a little sparkle in them. Wait a second, she was saying something. Tune in pal. "So what I'd like you to do is to climb up on the table and lie back on it. Take one of the small towels," as she pointed to two smaller hand towels on the medical bed "and place it under your testicles. Lay your penis pointing up towards your stomach and cover it with the other towel, leaving only your testicles exposed. Then cover yourself with the sheet." She gestured towards the folded white cotton sheet on the end of the bed. "Any questions?" she smiled prettily. 'Yes, about a million,' I thought to myself. "Nope!" I bravely replied instead. Nurse Lisa nodded and turned to walk back out the examining room door. "Okay then, I'll let you get ready and then I'll be back in a few minutes. I'll knock before I enter, OK?" "Sounds good!" I replied, the lunatic smile frozen solid on my face as if some maniacal little kid had drawn it in cement. I watched as Lisa left the room, pulling the oversized handicap door behind her. I must admit, I watched her bum. Couldn't tell much really, but it was a nice size and shape. 'Stop it you idiot!' I cautioned myself. This was going to be bad enough. I needed to get a hold of myself. Oh my God, a woman other than my wife was going to examine my balls! More truth, dear reader: I may tell a good tale occasionally, and I may pretend to be a worldly guy, but I've been faithful to my wife through 12 great years of marriage. Now some people may call me an idiot. Some may say I'm a prince. I say, I probably just work way too hard and pretty much have no life outside my daily routine. Plus, I do love my wife. So I was actually petrified. What if I got an erection? Or even worse, Oh God, what if I didn't get an erection? What if everything shriveled up? As Seinfeld's George Costanza would say, 'What if there's significant shrinkage? Does she know about the shrinkage?" My mind raced blindly. I took all my clothes off except my socks, climbed onto the bed as directed, lifted my balls up and tucked the course white towel under the sac. Then, as Lisa described, I lifted my shaft upwards and placed it pointing upwards towards my stomach. Finally I placed the second towel in position covering myself as best I could, and pulled the white sheet over me. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. The handle turned and the door pushed open about an inch. "Mr. Courtland?" Lisa's cheerful voice floated in. "Are you ready?" "Uh, sure, I think so. Come on in." I replied, craning my head up to look at the door, folding my hands behind it. 'Wait, should my hands be behind my head? It looks like I'm waiting for sex. Maybe I should lay them by my sides. Maybe...' "Did you take all your clothes off?" Lisa the Radiologist laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth to cover her smile. "Uh, yeah" I said, suddenly feeling very, very dumb. 'Oh my God I wasn't supposed to take off my clothes! I was just supposed to take my package out of my pants....Holy Shit!' I screamed in my head. Lisa shook her head and chuckled. "Hellooo, Lisa!" she quipped. "I guess I didn't explain that very well. You didn't have to take off everything. Well, at least you left your socks on!" she smirked, her gaze drifting down to the beige socks poking out from under the white sheet. "Well I didn't want my feet to get cold!" I laughed. Lying there with my dick puffed up between two towels and I didn't want my feet to get cold. Sheesh. Lisa walked over to the chair where I had draped my shirt over the back and picked it up. Bringing it over to me she said "Here, you can at least put this on. I always find it cold in here, you must be freezing!" she added. 'Well, I probably would be if it wasn't for all the blood flooding into my face right now.' I thought to myself, aware that my skin felt more than a little warm. As I put my shirt back on Lisa said "You don't have to button it up if you don't want to." I thought this was a little odd but more or less shrugged it off and leaving it open in front, lay back on the examining bed. She walked to the other side of me and sat down on the stool in front of her computer screen. Then she asked me to pull the cover sheet off my mid-section so she could begin the procedure. I did as she asked, exposing my sac to her for the first time. She then took a tube of lubricant and leaned forward towards me, holding it about an inch above my jewels. "This is going to feel warm" she informed me as she began to squeeze a large amount of the clear, viscous gel all over my balls. She was right, it was warm. It felt nice, in a weird kind of way, like having warm tanning oil spread all over them. I also think it was at this point that the first twinges of impending arousal began. Lisa then took her ultrasound device, which I can only describe as resembling a small price scanner (for anyone that's ever had children I'm sure you know what this looks like) and leaned over to place the head of it firmly on the top of my scrotum. With her right hand moving the hand-held scanner and her left handing clicking various keys on the computer keyboard, she began to move the device up and down over my right ball. "Tell me if this hurts, OK?" she instructed, her eyes focused on the image on the monitor in front of her. "No problem" I responded, staring at the ceiling, trying to pretend this was a perfectly normal situation. And it was, right? I mean this girl was a professional, right? She did this all the time for heaven's sake. I just needed to stay cool, calm, professional. This was just an exam. Nothing more than a professionally attractive young lady price scanning my penis. I began to sweat. I raised my head up a bit to look at her, sitting beside me on the stool. She really was attractive in a somewhat cool, efficient way. Her eyes never left the screen as she moved the head of the device up and down, over and back, smearing the warm, slick fluid all over my balls. "I know this is a bit uncomfortable for you." she soothed. "Do you do a lot of these?" I asked, trying to make conversation, although I have to admit, some odd thoughts were popping into my head about this young woman doing this to penis after penis. What was that like for her? Did she see any really large ones? If she did, did she feel anything at all as she massaged them with her scanner? "I've done about 8 or 10, I guess. I'm not sure. I normally do other scans but there aren't any male radiologists on today so you're lucky. You get me," a smile lighting up her face for the first time in a while, her eye brows arching briefly as she did as she looked at me for the first time since she started the process. I smiled back at her. She had pretty eyes. "Lucky me!" I smirked. "It's OK." she responded, looking back to her screen. "Most guys are so scared and nervous when they come in here, I don't think they know what hit them." I nodded, voicing my concurrence. "I know how they feel." I laughed, a little nervously. "I keep telling my husband that he should try being a woman. We have to do this all the time. Well, not this specifically but we're always having things checked out down there!" she confided. Ah. Married. Well, that figures. I wonder what her husband thinks of his pretty little wife manipulating various other men's big cocks with her nifty little tool. To my alarm, I felt my cock shaft begin to harden with that thought beneath the narrow, 6 inch wide strip of folded towel covering it. "So why are you here? I don't really see anything unusual." she commented, the sound of clicking keys punctuating her words. "Is there a place specifically where it hurts?" "Well, yeah, I don't know how to explain it but it kind of aches at the base of the testicle. You know where that tube joins?" I replied. "You mean the epididymis?" she offered. "OK..." I answered, drawing a chuckle from her. "That's what it's called." she smiled, still looking at her monitor. "The epididymis. It stores your semen. It's connected to the vas deferens." "I knew that." I lied. Lisa smiled again, skeptically. "Sure you did." she grinned. "Maybe you can show me exactly where it hurts and I can try to scan that area." "OK" I said, gesturing to my package. "You want me to..." I trailed off. "Yes" she nodded "See if you can feel around it and hold it up for me." I reached down and began to feel around my testes, grabbing the right one and touching it to try to find the right spot. Strangely, there was almost no pain. Kind of like a car that has an electronic issue that magically disappears once you get it into the shop. To be honest, I couldn't even really feel the "bump" I had felt on and off for the past year, but I tried my best to position myself so she could run her scanner over the area. I watched as she passed the head of her instrument back and forth over my ball, this way and that. During this process, the towel covering the shaft of my cock must have slipped off although I didn't notice it at the time. After about 30 seconds of scanning, my technician said "You can let it go now. I still don't really see anything." which from a medical standpoint, was a huge relief. I lay back down flat on the table. Lisa continued to scan and click. Then she moved the device to the other testicle. I thought 'I wonder why she's doing that,' but then reasoned that she was probably just trying to get an image of the "normal" one for comparison. But as I lay there staring at the ceiling, I felt her motions, first circular in nature, then up and down and back and forth moving wetly across my ball sac. Then unexpectedly I felt the scanner move to the base of my cock-shaft, where it met my scrotum. She moved it up the shaft slightly, just up the thick vein that runs down the middle of the cock on the underside. I glanced over at her. She was still facing forward staring intently at her computer, legs crossed at the knee, foot bouncing rhythmically but absentmindedly up and down as she worked. Up went her hand with the scanner. Then back down again, smearing the lubricant all over my balls. At this point, I couldn't help but give a small groan as she positioned the device under my sac. I looked down at her hand and noticed that my cock was now fully hard and bobbing up and off my stomach, the head becoming shiny and swollen. The towel wasn't covering anything at this point and it was wide open to her sight. Lisa looked over at it casually and watched it as she worked the scanner all over my balls, back and forth, over and around causing them to roll and move. "I'm sorry!" I gasped, embarrassed about my inadvertent arousal with what was supposed to be a clinical procedure. But did she really need to do it for this long? "That's OK, it's natural for that to happen." Lisa replied looking back to her screen. Then she proceeded to run the head of her device further up my throbbing shaft, then back down to my balls, then back up almost to the head where she held it before moving it from side to side right under the glans. Click, click, click. No emotion. Back and forth. Up and down. Over and over. I looked down at her hand, watched her move the device up and down from my balls up my twitching pole and back, like a slow, coaxing stroking of the underside of that main vein. My cock-head was turning purple. "Oh God!" I breathed, my breath exhaling in haggard pulses. "Can you spread you legs a bit please? I want to get underneath it." my examiner directed, eyes never leaving the image in front of her. It was like some kind of strange dream. I did as she asked and felt her slide the tool under my balls, pressing the base of them, pressing on the strip between them and my asshole. Back and forth, over and over, spreading the oil there, stroking and prodding, pushing and circling. "Oh God!" I whispered, closing my eyes. Then back she went up over my balls again and slowly up my engorged shaft. When I opened my eyes Lisa was staring straight at my pulsating cock, her eyes riveted, her crossed leg bouncing up and down faster now. My seven inch cock was straining, lurching. My asshole started contracting again and again. God, I was dying. She worked the scanner up and down that big fucking vein, her pace increasing with each thrust. Pre-cum had formed on the tip and was starting to drip in a long, clear thread towards my stomach. My God I was going to explode! I noticed that Lisa wasn't even clicking anymore. The only thing she was doing was moving was the scanner, up one side of the shaft, then the other side, then down the middle, again and again, like she was trying to work the boiling cum out of my fat, hard, glistening prick. "Unh, uh, oh God!" I groaned, watching her work it. I couldn't believe this. I was going to cum right in front of her! "I'm...You're gonna make me cum..." I grunted, clutching the bed and the sheet in my fists. Lisa looked at me, cocked her head to one side and just smiled, biting her bottom lip. "Ohhh Fuck!" I moaned, and suddenly my straining cock shot off like a rocket! The first blast fired up and actually hit me on my throat. The second pulse fired in a thick, creamy rope and left a streak in my thick chest hair all the way up to the side of my neck. "Ohhhhh yeah!" Lisa whispered as she kept rubbing, pressing harder with each stroke, smiling and staring at my blasting cock-head. Strand after strand pumped out, one after another. Finally the last few globs leaked out under the pressure of her ministrations, pooling in my belly button. A few more glides with the scanner and my sexy radiologist looked up at me, lifting the device away. "Well, I think we've got what we needed." she grinned. "I'll just go and talk to the head radiologist and she'll let me know if we need anything more, but I think we're pretty much done." the smile fading from her lips, but still visible in her green eyes. "I'll wash my hands over here and I'll let the water get nice and warm. You can use these towels to clean yourself up and then I'll be back in a few minutes. OK?" I lay in stunned silence. "OK" I whispered, as I felt my hot cum running down my neck and chest, down my sides towards the surface below. I quickly grabbed one of the small towels to catch the rivulets before they dropped onto the examination bed. As Lisa washed her hands in the sink across from me, I asked her "Do you...does this happen with...all your patients?" Lisa turned and smiled at me. "Not all of them. Some guys are too old. Some are too...I dunno. You're actually the first one I've ever..." she paused, gesturing at my wet, softening organ with her wet hand "...gotten that far. But I don't get to do this too often so..." and she let that sentence trail off. The Radiologist "Does your husband know you do this?" I asked softly. She hesitated for a moment. "No. This is my little secret." With that, she dried her hands, walked over to the door and opened it. "The water's warm now. Go ahead and clean up and I'll let you know what the doctor says in a few minutes." Once Lisa had left the room, I raised myself off the bed, careful not to let my cum run onto it. I took the towel and headed towards the sink, making sure that I kept everything on it. Dipping it into the warm water, I gently cleaned off my chest, neck and stomach. I rinsed out the towel into the sink and placed it on the bed. Then I dried myself off with another towel and got dressed. A few minutes later Lisa came back and said "Well, the doctor agrees that there doesn't look to be any real problem here. Everything seems to be fine. We'll send the results back to your doctor and they should have them in a few days." All business as usual again. "Do you have any questions?" My head was swimming. Truthfully, I had a thousand questions, none of which were related to my actual condition. "No, I think I'm good. Thanks for your help." I replied. "Well good. I'm glad I could help. Please don't hesitate to come back in if you need it checked again." The Radiologist smiled as she shook my hand. I left the hospital in a daze. Walking to my car I contemplated what had just happened. Had I really just cheated on my wife? I tried to tell myself that I didn't really do anything, but still, I could have stopped it if I'd wanted to, couldn't I? But then again, maybe she was just doing her job, right? In the end, maybe it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm going to make up a reason to go back to have that done again. I'm not the kind to search that out. And if my radiologist can keep a secret, well, then I guess maybe I can too. The Raffle Just this week I had one of the oddest experiences of my life. I won - that's right, I won - the right to fuck my buddy's wife, and he watched me do it. It all started one Tuesday afternoon when a bunch of us stopped for a beer after work. What usually happens when a bunch of guys get together after work is the conversation starts about the work place, progresses to sports, and usually ends up being about women. This time was no different. We started on the relative merits of our new supervisor and we concluded he was an asshole; moved to the topic of the new merit review plan which had just been put in place which led to a conversation about what would happen if everybody got merit reviews. That took us to sports figures and what they would be worth based on merit per game and what they would get if fans filled out merit reviews following every sports contest at which point the barmaid walked by prompting Danny to say "I'd like to do an evaluation on that." Next, a relative discussion on various women and what they would be worth (to us anyway) for a one night stand, i.e., Demi Moore at $10,000; Brittany Spears at $15K and then George said, "I wonder what I could get for my wife?" Before the comment had even registered on the rest of us Tom said he'd go $500, Danny said $750, Al went $775, and then Bill piped up "$775, I have $775, do I hear $800?" Tom went $800 and off it went with the bidding ending at $2000. "I have $2000 once, $2000 twice, sold to Ralph for $2000." Everybody laughed and then Ralph asked when he could take delivery and George said he had to check with Toni and see what her schedule looked like. For the next week at work the running joke was Toni's schedule. George took to putting up a phony schedule on the bulletin board that always showed that there was no time in it for Ralph. Friday at noon Toni had come in to pick up George's paycheck and while she was waiting she read the bulletin board, saw the schedule and then George had to explain it to her. Toni looked very pissed off when she left. Monday George came to work and told Ralph that Toni had said Wednesday at 6p.m. Cash only, no checks. "Christ, George, you know I don't have that kind of money." George said that he had to come up with it somehow because Toni wanted the two grand. He said he was already in more trouble over this thing than he wanted to be "Besides, you won't actually have to pay it out, She's just pulling my chain, trying to teach me a lesson" and he was going to call her bluff. At the bar that night we all discussed the problem of how to come up with the two grand. Danny said we could sell raffle tickets. We counted heads and figured we could sell 20 tickets at $100 each, or 40 at $50. We decided on 20 to keep the number manageable. By Tuesday George had sold 18 tickets and could not find anyone to take the other two. Since I expected to get the money back anyway when Toni backed out I took the last two tickets. Wednesday at lunch the winning ticket was drawn and it was mine. Following George home that night I was curious as to how this was going to play out. I knew Toni well enough that I didn't have to worry about being embarrassed when she backed out, but I did wonder at what George's life was going to be like when Toni found out he had actually come up with the two thousand and had brought some one home to make love to her. I don't know who was the most astonished when Toni met us at the door in a black see through negligee, high heels, and a smile. She held out her hand and George gave her the money. Toni wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss with plenty of tongue and led me upstairs. The woman was insatiable, she fucked me five times while George sat in a chair and watched and she was still trying to get me hard again when I said that I really had to go before my wife called the police and reported me missing. As I was leaving I heard Toni say to George, "That was fun. We really need to do it again sometime." When I got home I told my wife that I'd had to work overtime (which in a way was not a lie), but in the end she found out. One guy told his wife about it, that wife told another and pretty soon my wife was asking me about it. I played dumb, but my wife said, "Bullshit! You aren't getting out of this one!" I explained what had happened and why. My wife just looked at me with a strange look and then she said, "If Toni is worth $2000 I should be able to get $3000, right?" What the fuck do I do now? The Raft As she drifted in and out of comatose sleep, she thought that she was dreaming, she could hear waves crashing. She strained to open her eyes but in the moon less night all she could make out was the stars melding into the dark horizon. She lifted her head up it felt like a large over ripe melon. She had no idea how long she was out, her skin burned from the salt water it felt tight like it was going to rip open. Now as she looked around with her head elevated she could hear the waves much clearer a beach she thought, but she spun her head to each side but the darkness was unyielding all she could make out was the water and the stars. She strained to peer through the dark but she could not see, then as she turned her head slowly she noticed a void in the horizon without stars she reach around inside of the raft trying to find something to paddle with she felt along the sides her hand touched a paddle she pulled it from the Velcro straps leaned over the edge of the raft and paddled towards the black void in the stars, after a half hour of paddling. She could start to make out the tops of waves crashing on a beach. The sight of the waves spurred her on with a strength of survival that she didn't think she had left in her. As the raft crested the first wave she pulled hard on the paddle the downward motion of the wave breaking shot the raft forward toward the shore. She could feel something rip through her leg as she heard the air escaping the raft, coral she thought feeling the rush of sharp pain through her leg. She had a quick feeling of hopelessness as she plunged the paddle into the water once more and pushed with everything she had left as the half deflated raft started to fill with water she felt the sand of the beach under her legs. She crawled from the raft as far as her aching limbs would take her and collapsed. As she drifted back from sleep the light blinded her for a moment till she realized it was the sun and turned her head slowly she opened her eyes. She gain her perspective back quickly as she sat up looking along the beach for yes there it was the raft she tried to get to her feet but she fell back down and had to try again she stood up not knowing if her legs would support her and hobbled towards the raft. She prayed as she got closer to it she could see his head and shoulder lying against the now nearly deflated raft floating in the shallow water, she sat in the water and slid his head into her lap she thought he was dead as the tears rolled down her cheek she could feel him breathing very slowly, she thanked her god as she pulled him from the water, raft and all sliding along the sand. She dragged him from the beach up into the grassy edge of the brush fearing hypothermia she removed his wet clothes quickly she pulled her sun dried dress off and laid it over his naked body she tucked the sides of the dress down beside him and pulled the sides of the raft over his lower body. She felt the cool breeze on her naked breast she crouched down instinctively as she put on his wet shirt fearing someone might see her. Sitting back in the grass she tried to gather her wits. Some how she new they were alone looking up the beach she could see that this was not a very long strip of land. She got to her feet glanced down at him and started to walk down the shoreline. After about a half hour of walking she could tell that this was definitely an island of some sort, no signs of anyone else no foot prints or trash. She turn and started back. She checked on Steve he seemed to be doing better now the sun was up high in the sky the temperature was in the 70s or 80s. She walked inland now to explore the bush she found a small creek of fresh water after taking a drink she looked around for something to bring some water back with her she spotted some very large leaves, after folding three or four different ways she found a suitable way to form a pocket to carry some water. She spooned some of the fresh water to Steve's lips with her cupped hand he seemed to swallow some of the water which pleased her. The sun was starting to set as she gathered Steve's clothes from the bushes she had draped them on to dry. She pulled the dress off of him as she started to dress him back in his clothes she found her self starring at his uncircumcised, she shook her head slightly to shake the thought from her head, trained her eyes on his face and continued to put his clothes on as she pulled his pants up she had to lift him from the ground as she pulled them over his hips she had to tuck him into his pants to zip him up, as she gently tucked him down into his pants she liked the feel of him, quick shake of the head she moved to his T-shirt pulling it over his head and as she pulled it down his chest she took the liberty of running her hand down his hairy chest slowly. She took his dress shirt off and as she slipped it on to his arm and around his back she had to sit him up she leaned his face into her chest she realized maybe she should have put her dress back on first smiling as she thought of what her husband might think of another mans face between her tits, she cold feel him holding him self up to assist her slightly embarrassed she paused before she eased him back down wishing she had taken the time to slip her dress back on. As he laid back down her hand still behind his head he opened his eyes and looked into her face and down to her tits his eyes closed. She rose up picked up her dress and slipped it over her head. She walked back into the brush and started to pull some of the huge leaves out of the ground tossing them into a pile till she had as many as she thought she could carry, she grabbed them up and hurried back to the shore before it was completely dark. With the leaves she made a nest type of an area next to the raft she rolled Steve onto the nest area she then pulled all of the supplies and equipment out of the pocket style pouches in the raft. She piled all the supplies up next to the nest area she went back to the bush area to gather some viney strips of growth. She went along the beach and gathered some long sticks to use as tent poles. She pulled the raft over Steve, placed rocks around the bush side of the edge of the raft then went under the raft with the sticks to prop up the raft to make a tent like shelter, she then tied the ropy vines to the raft wrapped them around rocks to help support the structure. Standing back looking at her progress she was very pleased with her self, she then gathered some rocks and made a circle of stones for a fire grass in the bottom small sticks getting progressively larger as she place them in to the circle of stones she went to the pile of raft supplies looking for a lighter or matches, UN able to find any she crawled into the tent next to Steve there was not much room inside she had to lay right up against Steve. As she lay there she reflected on the events that brought them both to this place. When she found out that the company wanted her to go on the trip she was unsure whether to be pleased or not she waited two days before she brought it up to her husband Dave. She new that he would not be pleased over the prospect of her flying down to some Caribbean Island on a business trip even if it was only overnight that she would be gone. As she told him he had a whatever attitude than took her by surprise she was prepared for a big argument that never happened. He said OK how are we going to handle the kids while your gone. And when she told him that she had it all planned with her neighbor to watch the kids while he is at work, his reply was great. He kissed her good-bye left for work as she got her bag packed and went to work to meet Steve to ride to the Airport with him. As they both boarded the plane she had a creepy feeling go right up her spine she wanted to turn and get back off. But she took a deep breath shrugged the feeling off and made her way to her seat. As the plane left the ground she could see the sun starting to set as the plane turned and climbed it seamed forever that the seat belt light stayed on finally it went out, she took off her seat belt pulled down the try from the seat back and pulled out some papers to look at while she waited for the attendants to bring the cart down the isle her favorite thing about flying the drinks. As she finished her fourth white Russian she placed her napkin inside her glass she tilted her seat back leaned back and started to take a nap. She had no idea how long she was sleeping she awoke in a flash of light as the plane slammed into the water she felt her self plunging into the water as she tried to swim up the momentum was still pushing her deeper into the water she felt as though her lungs would burst she finally broke the surface gasping for air and trying to stay afloat she screamed for help she was losing her battle to stay afloat when she felt someone pull her up into the air it was Steve he was pulling as he swam toward what she thought looked like a boat as they got closer she could se a man standing up in a raft with a paddle slapping down at the water he was striking people in the head as they tried to climb into the raft he would hit them on the top of their head it sounded like a melon being struck by a two by four they would slip back into the water and then sink he must have hit eight people as they swam toward the raft. Steve was yelling at him to stop but he kept hitting people as they grabbed the side of the raft he had his back to us as Steve pushed her onto the raft as she landed in the raft the man spun around and swung the paddle down onto Steve's head she covered her head and tried to get to her feet but before she could get up the man was pulled over the side by Steve they struggle away from the side of the raft out of her reach. She could see the blood streaming down the side of Steve's face as he was punching the man in the face Steve tried to get away from the man but the man kept pulling Steve under and trying to get over Steve toward the raft. Finally Steve turned on the man and struck him several times in the face then held him under after a moment Steve swam away towards the raft the man never surfaced again. As she help Steve into the raft she could see the blood streaming from his head he passed out as he slid into the raft she held the bottom of her dress to his head to stop the bleeding as she looked out into the water she could see nothing move or hear any noise. It was later that night that she heard the waves. Lying in the tent next to Steve she tried to stay awake but blinked her once too slowly and fell into a deep sleep. She awoke a couple times in the night the cool night air was chilling she move closer to Steve for warmth and would drift back into her deep sleep after checking Steve's breathing. She awoke to find Steve gone she crawled out from the tent and look both ways up and down the beach for Steve not in site she walked back into the brush to find someplace to relieve her self she was squatting down in the bushes wishing a nice roll of soft paper she waited to drip dry as best she could. She headed into the bushy area towards the creek that she found yesterday, as she came upon the creek she followed it up stream. As she pushed through the thick brush she found the most beautiful area where the stream pooled and seamed deep enough for her to dive in the crystal clear water she couldn't resist she quickly pulled her dress over her head and dove right in. It felt so good to finally rinse the salt from her hair, she washed her self off as best she could with out benefit of soap and shampoo. She could hear Steve calling to her as she swam around she called out to him. Steve came through the brush with a crash, she waved to him from the water and motioned for him to come in. He just stood there looking at her when she realized that the water was so clear that he could see that she as in her panties only. Again she told him to come in mostly to break his stare he stripped down to his underwear and jumped in with her. He swam toward her she spun around to conceal her tits shook her head and turned back to face him. She Hhd always been attracted to Steve but would never let him know that she fantasized about him. She new that she would never do any more than think about another man. They swam a short time and she waited as Steve got out first she watch his ass as he climbed out she could see right through his boxer shorts, She climbed out after him tried to act nonchalant about her bare tits in front after all they were both adults right. Steve was staring at her tits as she glanced up from his crotch their eyes met and locked Steve broke the ice by telling her she had beautiful breast he smiled as she quickly stated nice dick, they both laugh as they got dressed. They made their way back to the beach. She asked Steve if he had any idea where they were, He shook his head saying the best he could figure they were on a small island which could be any one of a thousand in the Caribbean most of which are uninhabited. Steve asked her how long he was out she told him he then asked if she had heard any planes, no she had not but she thought for sure that they would be looking for survivors. Steve wasn't so sure that they would be looking in this area it wasn't probable that anyone could have survived the crash and that the crash could have been miles from here he thought that they probably crashed in the gulf stream and that the raft could have taken the out side of a search area of the crash. When they got back to the tent they went through all the raft supplies to figure out what they had. Steve went through the pile as she looked again in the sides of the raft, she found two more pockets in the sides if the raft with some food fresh water and a lighter. She smiled as she started the fire it felt good even in the afternoon heat of the day she felt in control. As she sat in front of the fire going through the supplies she found fishing gear first aid kit flares and toilet paper wrapped in foil sealed from damage as she opened one of the packages the paper swelled back to its original size she was pleased. The sun set was incredible as they sat in front of the fire talking about there chances of rescue Steve was trying to make her feel better but she could se right through his attempts to reassure her they would be found. She cut him off and told him that they could make the best of a bad situation if he would stop trying to blow smoke up her ass an just be truthful, he apologized. Steve then told her that they may never be found they may have drifted 30 miles or more from the crash sight that's assuming that the plane was able to send its location before it crashed, Steve said he was awake when the explosion went off the plane was ripped in half he thought that the man in the raft was probably some sort of suicide bomber that carried the bomb onto the plane but never he or any one else would survive the explosion. That would explain his anger in the raft. As they crawled into the tent for the night she laid down with her back to Steve her arm for a pillow she cried thinking she would never see her kids again. She tried not to let Steve know she was crying but with the tent so small he could feel her body quivering he rolled her back toward him and held her tight she could tell he was comforting himself as much as her She thought about him not seeing his children again. She put her arms around him held him tight and then not sure why she kissed him, he kissed her back his tongue pushed deep into her mouth her tongue danced around his she pulled him closer grinding her hips into him. Without letting their lips part they shed each others clothes he squeezed her tits she reached down stroking his cock. He kissed her face and neck moved down to her nipples licking each pulling at them with his lips, moving down he kissed under her tits and down to her stomach flicking his tongue and kissing her stomach her hips rose as he continued down through her hair she parted her legs as he pushed his head between her lips licking her clit with a flicking of his tongue her hips were off the ground more than on it she push his head deep into her pussy his tongue flicking faster now inside her pussy back up to her clit she exploded with a shuddering orgasm as she came he slid a finger into her wet pussy still sucking on her clit as her ass finally came back to the ground she was still stroking his cock. She moved down between his legs sliding her lips and tongue up and down the sides of his cock four or five times she quickly went up and down the sides of his cock then she plunged her head down onto his cock taking it to the back of her throat and deeper she sucked his cock jerking him as she sucked he exploded in her mouth. He started licking her clit again slowly she push her now soaking wet pussy up to meet his tongue, he sucked on the lips of her cunt as he rubbed her clit with his finger she reached down helping him with her hand she pulled the hood from her clit to expose it for his finger, he reached up pulled her hand down so he was rubbing her clit with her finger he sucked her pussy as she rubbed her clit. Sliding his finger into her cunt he fucked her with his finger as she rubbed her clit faster and quickly brought her self to an incredible orgasm she cried out as she came. She sucked his cock again as he lay back he pulled her mouth off his cock brought her up and kissed her deeply, as she straddled him she reached down and guided his cock into her pussy, she rode his cock as he pulled at her nipples she rode him slowly for awhile then faster until she exploded again she lay down on top of him he rolled her over and continued to fuck her he put her legs up on his shoulders and plunged deep inside her cunt faster he pumped faster she didn't think she take it any longer as he exploded she could feel his hot load shoot deep into her. They fucked three more times through out the night till they lay exhausted in each others arms they must have kissed for an hour then feel into sleep. They fucked twice in the morning before they even thought of leaving the tent they went into the bush for a bath, they kissed all through their bath and fucked once more they finally left the water and made their way back to the beach. They sat around the fire all day holding each other kissing fondling they spent two days before they even put their clothes back on. Lying in the sand beside him she wondered if they would ever be rescued or more appropriate found. The Rage 'Tyson, an Alsatian who was once the family's pride, now neglected, roaming where he can to scavenge enough food to survive. The rage burning inside him as he sits quietly in the shadows, hearing the human's muffled screams as the other moves behind her. Sniffing the air, he smells the fear. Something deep inside him senses danger, but with the 'disease' taking over, he suddenly smells the death. The thick white foam forms around his nuzzle as he snarls, the light of the moon reflecting from his clenched teeth. Shuffling on his hind legs, he waits for the right moment to pounce. Feeling the undying itch coursing under the layer of skin standing his fur on end, he charges. Leaning over to be certain she's dead, George Stevens waves his hand in front of her dilated pupils. Hearing the sudden rustle of something moving in the near distance, George holds his hands out in front, too slow as the force of the lunging dog forces him back. Sinking it's razor sharp teeth into his lower lip, he feels the searing pain as the dog jerks its head, tearing the flesh from his face. Tyson flicks his head sideways, tossing the piece of flesh aside, he growls. The growl coming from deep within, something possessing him as he stands with his paws pressed onto the human's chest. Feeling his mouth quickly fill with the sticky warmth of his own blood, George grabs the dog hard, rolling his body so that he's pinning the mongrel down, it's teeth savagely lashing at his arms as it tries to break free. As he reaches inside his back pocket producing a knife, he thrusts it into the side of the dog. With a deafening yelp the dog scampers to its feet, disappearing into the black of the night. Getting to his feet, George hovers over the lifeless body, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he pulls, tearing the sleeve from his shirt. Wrapping it around his face, holding it to his mouth tight as he stumbles blindly towards the vacant parking lot. * * * * * The night was balmy. Not the kind of night Norris liked to be out, preferring to be in front of the TV sipping on a good brandy, but that call had changed his plans. The scene, not unlike many others, yet one he'd hoped wouldn't happen; this being the third homicide this week. Guessing her to be in her early thirties; looking at her supple bosom and toned torso, it was obvious she'd kept herself in shape. Covering her face with the sheet he waits for forensics to arrive, the stream of blood making its way along the road suggesting she'd only been dead a short while. Jack Norris had been working the case since the first body was found slumped beside the dumpster in Emerson Lane. Being in an upper class part of town it was rare that he was called here, mostly he spent his days investigating the underworld cases on the east side. This one was different. All three bodies had identical markings; they were all naked, and the stocking tightly wound three times around their neck leading him to believe he was dealing with a serial killer. The first two bodies had both been of young, attractive females. Both had a similar physique to that of the Jane Doe laying before him, slim, toned, all three having bodies like that of an athlete. His first assumption had led him to the Spa and Sauna, the uppity gym that many of the locals seemed to haunt. Still with no firm leads, he lights a smoke and inhales, watching as two officers interview a couple of onlookers. "Hey, Norris, get a load of this," McNally calls over his shoulder. Poking his tweezers at what appeared at first to be a tongue, but when he flipped it over, it was clearly a piece of lower lip. Holding his hand to his mouth, McNally runs to a nearby bush hurling up his last meal. Crouching his hefty 6'2 frame, Norris gently picks up the lip with his tweezers, holding it closer to the street light above as he turns it slowly, inspecting the jagged edges, he carefully places it back from where it was found for forensics to examine later. As the police cordon off the area, Jack moves over to the body. Lifting the sheet from her face he looks closely at her vacant stare. Her blood drenched hair splayed out to one side, the stream turning a dark shade of crimson as it begins to dry. "Hey, McNally, over here." As he approaches, Norris slips on a glove. "Notice anything strange about that blood?" he asks, gently moving her face to the side. The pool of blood starting inches away from her skull suggesting that maybe it isn't from any wound, but could possibly be that of her killer's or even another victim. "Have forensics check for DNA. I need the results on my desk ASAP." "Sure, Jack." Pulling the sheet back over her face, McNally looks at Norris. "Any leads yet?" "Nothing yet." Pulling himself to his feet, Jack shrugs. "It looks like our man is getting sloppy, so hopefully forensics can help shed some light for us. That lip has to belong to somebody, I'm hoping the test results will point us in the right direction. Get the boys to do a check of all the hospitals in the area, see what they can come up with." * * * * * Crouching by the edge of the water, Jordan Carter watches fascinated as his paper boat floats with the gentle current. Being mid June, Lake Conroe abuzz with the happy sounds of campers, campsites littered throughout the woods as the holiday makers make the most of the warm Summer sun. Oblivious to the squeals around him as a line of children take it in turns to swing out from the rope, releasing as they splash into the chilly waters of the lake, he blows gently on the boat's makeshift sails, sending it spiraling as it moves along the shore. Hearing a soft rustling stirring from the bush behind him, Jordan forgets his boat momentarily as he cocks his head to the side and moves curiously toward the sound. The small shiny black nose visible from the undergrowth, Jordan holds out his hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over his middle and index fingers. "Here little fella," he coos. "I won't hurt ya." In a blinding second, the raccoon lunges, sinking it's teeth deep into his finger. The ear piercing scream silencing the lake as everyone looks to see from where it came. * * * * * Resting his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, Norris runs his hand through his hair. Just as he'd thought, the DNA from that of the blood matched perfectly with remnant of lip. 'There still may be another victim,' he thinks as he reads through the report. Slapping the back of his hand against the papers, he reaches for the phone. "McNally, it's Norris. I think we've found our guy." 'Forensics already in?' McNally asks. "Sure is," Jack says, picking up his smoke taking a long inhale he continues, "The lip, the blood, even the samples taken from under her fingernails all match. Either she put up a really good fight before she died, or we're looking at a possible double homicide." Putting his smoke back in the ashtray, he scans his eyes over the report again. "Only thing I can't put my finger on is how the lip was torn. There were no traces of saliva on her hands whatsoever." Turning the page over as he rests the receiver against his shoulder, Norris' eyes open in stupor. "Listen to this!" Clearing his throat, he holds the paper in one hand, his head tilted as he holds the receiver in place against his ear. "'Tests confirm traces of saliva were found to be from that of an animal. After thorough examination, we have confirmed that the animal was undoubtedly canine; the saliva also containing strong traces of the viral disease RNA, in short, rabies.'" Putting the report back on his desk, Jack picks up his smoke. "That could explain the lip and the pool of blood." 'Rabies? In this part of town? Shit, if the press get wind of this it could cause mass hysteria! Remember the case of that boy bitten by the family dog? Holy shit! With the flood of abandoned animals, the shelters couldn't keep up!' "Any word on the hospital check yet?" 'Nothing. I had the boys check hospitals as far down as Houston.' "Damn, that means he's still out there. If he hasn't bled to death already, I'm guessing our boy will be dead soon if he doesn't get medical attention pronto." Stubbing out his smoke, he fingers the report. "Look, I'm going to make a few calls, see if we can't get a trace on this DNA. If you hear anything more from the hospitals let me know." 'Sure, Jack.' After a momentary pause, McNally adds, 'I saw Carol yesterday.' Silence. 'She looks well.' With a grunt of indifference, Jack grabs for his packet of cigarettes. His brows drawn together as he thinks back to that night. With a flick of his thumb he sparks up the lighter, inhaling deeper than usual as he sucks the smoke deep into his lungs. 'Twenty-two fucking years' he mutters to himself, thinking back wondering if there may have been some clue he'd overlooked that could have given away their affair. In all his years of being one of the state's top criminal investigators, he'd overlooked something as simple as his own wife's adultery. That had been six months ago. The look of sheer horror on her face still clear in his mind as he recalls walking into their bedroom, seeing her with her legs cocked up like some cheap marionette being dangled from its strings. A heat rising to his face as he remembers his co-partner's dumbfounded expression as he'd pulled his face away from her cunt long enough to realize the game was over. "Fucking bitch," he mutters almost silently. * * * * * It had been a long day for Jad Williams. Their property vast, relying on the old tractor to turn the soil had seemed to take forever. "Come on old girl," he'd said, patting affectionately against the side of her guard, feeling the strained hum of the motor as it works hard to keep up with the grueling task of ploughing through their hundred acre land. The tractor humming, then shuddering to a halt as he climbs down from his seat, Jad smiles seeing his wife leaning against the open door way of their haven; her hair piled high in a loose wearing ponytail, fixed in place by a free flowing scarf. With the evening sun setting, the amber glow cast upon her, giving her an almost angelic appearance, a look Jad finds almost resistless. "You're late back honey. Did the tractor break down again?" his wife Julie asks, straightening her skirt as they move inside. "Nah. Damn animals have broken through the fence again. I'll call Ranger Thomas in the morning. It's them damn strays, something has to be done about them." Hearing the sudden nicker of the horses, Jad rushes to the window. "Quick Jules, get me the shotgun! That damn dog's back." Snapping blindly as he moves through the bucking mares, the rage burning inside as Tyson stealths closer to the farmhouse. The cool night air stinging his face as the saliva drizzles freely from the sides of his snout. The pains searing through his body as he creeps causing him to yelp softly as he moves. Cocking his gun, Jad aims and fires. The bullet soaring through the air before piercing the skin just below his ear, Tyson lets out a whimper as he falls, his body twitching momentarily before falling silent and still. * * * * * Sitting in an old abandoned warehouse, George Stevens sits curled up in a fetal position; his knees tucked up under his chin with his arms tucked in tight around them. Burying his face in his arms to protect it from the stinging breeze, his pants damp from the incessant stream of saliva dripping from his mouth. With the pains coursing through his body, he cries out against the agony. Hydrophobia setting in, he dares not swallow, knowing the excruciating agony that follows. Feeling another wave of nausea hit, he leans to his side and vomits up a combination of gore, saliva and bile. Holding his bloodied shirt sleeve to his face he feels the darkness envelop his soul. * * * * * The woods forming an eerie darkness, the occasional ray of sunshine manages to break through the tree tops sending an illuminating glow to the forest floor. Through the trees the dogs band, the packs formed by the stronger remaining survivors. Cowering below the density of the underlying shrub lay trembling the few new 'lost' dogs. Being of all breeds, all shapes and sizes, the packs circle as they smell the fear. Seldom newcomers to the forest get out alive unless they are willing to fight for survival. As one of the leaders growls, the fight begins... Food a precious commodity in the forest, the packs edge closer to the holidaying campers in a desperate search for nourishment. Banjo, the leader of one of the packs, a Bull Mastiff now fierce and once forgotten, leads the dogs near the edge of the woods that borders the lake. Only the occasional snapping of a twig, breaking the drone as the happy sounds of the children playing echo through the silence of the forest. As the dogs move cautiously closer, forever wary of the elders keeping a vigilant eye on the young ones, they sit, silently waiting for the signal to attack from their leader. Shaking his head, scratching at the large gash under his right eye, Banjo growls. He circles petulantly, restlessly waiting for a moment to charge. Gnawing viciously on a stick, his gums bloodied as it snaps in two. The sudden breeze blowing over the lake burning his eyes, sending a fury broiling inside as Banjo snarls. Without warning he races out of the darkness toward the unsuspecting campers, followed almost instantaneously by the rest of the pack, coming from all angles they surround the holiday makers. * * * * * 'Hey, Jack? It's McNally. Just had a report come in of a couple of kids playing at the old warehouse near the Williams' property. Seems they discovered a body there, and going by the description his face was pretty messed up. This could be our guy.' "Have forensics been notified yet?" Jack asks, putting down his coffee cup as he reaches for his jacket. 'They're on their way there now.' "Good. Meet me there in ten minutes." Hanging up the phone Jack grabs his keys and heads out the door. * * * * * The large glass door sliding away as Judy Carter runs into the foyer. Her son in her arms, his limp body damp as the fever breaks. Running up to reception, Jordan's mother is almost frantic. Seeing her obvious distress, the charge nurse beckons her over. "What seems to be the problem?" she asks. "I... I don't know," Mrs. Carter stammers. "He was complaining of a headache this morning. Then the vomiting and fever started... " her voice trailing as the nurse places her hand against Jordan's forehead, his face feeling as though it's on fire. "Bring him in here. Get those clothes off him while I page the Doctor," the nurse says leading them into an empty examination room. Jordan's mother lays him gently on the bed. "Get those clothes off him!" Through tear stained eyes, Jordan's mother unbuttons his pajama top as he shakes violently through a series of convulsions. Clearing his throat quietly to make his presence known, Doctor Martin puts down the medical chart and moves beside Mrs. Carter. Sliding a thermometer into Jordan's mouth, he checks his blood pressure. "How long has he had the fever, Mrs. ahh...?" "Carter. Judy Carter," she says. Her knuckles white as she wrings her hands together tight watching the doctor. "The fever started about two hours ago. It's the vomiting and convulsions that worry me." "Convulsions? Has he eaten anything strange that you know of? Or been near any strange animals?" Pressing the stethoscope onto Jordan's chest, a concerned look crossing his face as the young boy's body suddenly jerks wildly. "Mrs. Carter, I'm going to order some tests. I need to take a sample of blood." * * * * * The smell of death fills the small warehouse as Jack surveys the scene. The floor of the building littered with papers and rubbish, the dark patches surrounding the body providing evidence that he'd obviously spent his last dying days here. The body slumped in a sluggish brown stain of what appears to be a mix of blood and bile, a blood stained cloth clings to its face covering the mouth and chin. Slipping on a latex glove, Jack carefully peels the bloodied shirt sleeve away from the dead man's face. The coagulated blood providing some resistance as Jack inhales before placing it back over his face. "It's definitely our man," he says, holding his handkerchief over his mouth he motions for McNally to follow him outside. Taking a deep breath, Norris coughs as his lungs suddenly fill with the crisp cool air. "It doesn't seem to matter how many times you see a body, it's the ones that have been dead for a while that are always the worst." "God, I know!" McNally says as he inhales the fresh air greedily. "The smell of death. There's nothing worse." Wiping his sleeve over his eyes, he nods as the forensics team arrive. Lighting a smoke, Norris watches as the team adorn themselves with masks, some pulling on surgical shoe covers before they grab their equipment and move inside the warehouse. * * * * * Aiming his rickety old tractor toward the east side of his property, Jad Williams points to an area of fence as Ranger Thomas surveys the damage. As the tractor pulls to a slow halt the pair jump down and walk slowly along the fence line that separates the property from the vast forest that leads to Lake Conroe. "It's them damn strays, Thomas. I shot one of the bastards last night. Bloody thing bit three of the geldings, nothing a bullet to its head didn't fix." Lifting his hat, Jad wipes a sleeve across his brow as he follows the ranger back to the tractor. "I'll have to make a few calls, Jad." Thomas picks up his phone as he continues, "We've had an increasing number of reports where stock have been killed by stray dogs. We're going to have to set traps. It seems they're increasing in mass proportions, the hungrier they get the more likely it is that they'll venture out of the forest. That's when it can get nasty." "Did you hear that?" Jad asks, straining to listen. The pair stand silent hearing the soft songs of the sparrows singing in the trees. Over the sweet song comes a barely audible, but unmistakable scream. "It sounds like it's coming from the lake." "Let's go in the truck," Jad says as he climbs up onto the tractor. "I'll grab the gun, just incase." As they head back to the house, Thomas double checks his rifle is fully loaded. "I'll run get the gun," Jad says as he tosses the keys for the truck to Thomas. As he runs inside he quickly grabs his shotgun and a round of ammunition. "Okay, let's go," he says as he quickly jumps up into the cabin. As they near the neck of the woods, they see the bloodied bodies littered ahead of them as the pack of dogs savage them. Raising his rifle Thomas repeatedly fires, the noise deafening as the dogs look up bewildered before scampering into the safety of the trees. * * * * * "'News just in, a nine year old boy is fighting for his life after being air lifted to the Houston Base Hospital. Tests reveal he is suffering from an advanced case of the deadly strain of rabies which specialists call Furious Rabies.'" Turning up the volume, Norris listens intently as he makes his way back to the office. "'Left untreated, this form of the disease will invariably result in death. His mother, Mrs. Judy Carter, reports her son being bitten by an unknown animal while camping in the Lake Conroe National Park a few weeks ago. People living in the near vacinity are being urged to update their animal's rabies vaccinations and are warned to keep away from any stray animals until authorities have had the chance to thoroughly investigate the incident.'" Pulling into the parking lot, Jack sits listening to the end of the report. Seeing McNally running toward his car, Norris winds down his window. "There's something going on down by Lake Conroe." Climbing in beside Jack, he continues, "Ranger Thomas and Jad Williams are on there way there now. Apparently they heard someone screaming, said it sounded as though it was coming from by the lake." Feeling the pulsating hum of his phone, Jack pulls it from his pocket. The Rage of the 50-Foot Woman Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. ### She awoke. She sat up and looked around. The research campus buildings surrounding the slab looked deserted. Battleship chains attached to her wrists and ankles held her securely. But she had been chained down here for nearly a year, and rust had begun to conquer the hinges. Her rage grew, and adrenaline flowed through her veins. She stood and broke out of her chains, leaving cuts in her wrists and ankles. She pulled out the IV tube inserted in her wrist that, to a normal person, would have been the diameter of a fire hose. She stood fifty feet tall, dwarfing the collection of three- and four-story laboratory buildings surrounding the slab where she was created. The golden tan of her nude body glistened in the afternoon sun. She kicked one of the buildings, shattering all the windows along that one side. But it stubbed her toe, and it hurt. She picked up a Toyota in the parking lot on the other side of the building and tossed it into some high-tension power lines a short distance away. Even for a fifty-foot woman, a car was still a fairly heavy object to heft. That produced a satisfying explosion, but it failed to stay satisfying long. Stepping carefully over the fallen power lines spitting and sparking on the ground, she headed toward Los Angeles in the distance. As she approached a populated area, the people stood and gaped. Perhaps they thought that she was some fantastic Hollywood illusion. She picked one man up and held him in the palm of her hand. Then she closed her hand as tight as she could. Bright red blood gushed from her clenched fist, then she slammed his broken body to the ground and wiped her bloody palm on her thigh. The people panicked at that. Someone got in a car and started to drive away. She picked up the car and spun around like a stone thrower in the Olympics. She sent that car sailing through the air for several hundred feet. She walked among the fleeing crowd and stomped on some of them with her left foot, then with her right foot. She had always been hungry, for they had never fed her the normal way. She picked up a young man, and peeled off his jeans and tee shirt as he screamed in terror. She pulled his shoes and BVD's off, and tossed him in her mouth. Not knowing any better, she swallowed him without chewing and nearly choked while forcing him down her throat. Next she picked up a screaming young woman and, again, peeled off her jeans and sweater, then her shoes, bra, and panties. She threw her in her mouth and bit down. The taste of blood splattering in her mouth tasted good as she chewed and swallowed. Again, she picked up a fistful of people and, one at a time, stripped them, and ate to her full as blood dribbled down her chin. The crowd had thinned and she continued her trek toward the business district. "Yeow" she screeched as her ankle accidentally brushed against a high voltage power line. She grabbed the pole and yanked it out of the ground, sending sparks flying as the wires pulled apart. She noticed how some of the small women adorned themselves with metal decorations around their necks, which she had spit out onto her hand and examined. She picked up some of the dead wire and draped it around the back of her neck and let the two free ends dangle against her chest. She came to a highway and tried to lift a bus, but it was too heavy even for her, so he just shoved it over and let it roll a few times as she continued on her way. Turning amidst skyscrapers that were far taller than she was, she grabbed a person running in terror into a building. She peeled his clothes off, but she didn't put him in her mouth. Instead she examined him, aware of the outgrowths between his legs. She knew about sexual reproduction in theory, but had never seen photographs. As the man screamed and struggled in her grip, she took one loose end of that wire and tied it in a knot around the base of what she knew to be his testicles. She tied the other loose end in a slipknot around the first wire, adjusted the position of her necklace above her cleavage, and let him hang upside-down by his balls between her bare breasts. His agonized screaming and flailing was amusing to her. She found a two-story building with a flat roof and sat. The structure groaned and sagged, and she watched the panic-stricken masses rush away in terror. After about a minute, the building collapsed under her weight, dropping her onto her ass. Sitting amid the rubble, something scratched her bottom. She stood again, and reached down to scratch the irritation. She had never touched herself there before. It felt good. She continued to do so, and, before long, she was quaking in place. She explored herself more and found the various flesh parts that she had learned about in theory. She walked down the street in search of something, but she didn't know what. It needed to be about six feet long, and fairly thick. She spotted more people fleeing from her. She grabbed a fleeing person, a man, and stripped him naked. He was the right length, but not thick enough. She grabbed another fleeing person, a woman, and stripped her naked. She needed to sit somewhere. She sat on a grassy lawn adjacent so some building. She pressed the two people together, face to face, in one hand, and pulled some trees out of the ground with the other hand to make enough room for her to stretch out on. She spread her legs apart and leaned back. With the couple in her hand, she pressed them to her vagina and shoved them in, headfirst. It felt indescribably good. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, enjoying the erotic sensation of fullness inside her. She had become hungry again, so she grabbed a few more people, stripped them, and consumed them. The blood tasted so good. She licked it all off her lips after she had swallowed them all. She stood and stretched her arms way over her head--something she had never been able to do before. She walked through the canyon of hi-rises toward the Pacific Ocean. That couple inside her vagina had been squirming around all the while she walked. She sat back down in another park and felt herself down there. That couple had turned themselves around and were sticking their heads out of her vagina. She pressed her finger to the top of their heads and pushed them back in. She squeezed her pelvic muscles so tightly against them, gasping at the enjoyable sensation within her loins. Then sensations down below had given rise to an urge to pee. She stepped up to, and straddled a fountain. She relaxed her muscles and let her pee flow. But another strange sensation that he had never felt before, having never eaten before, arose within her. She pushed at something within her, and dropped a lump of shit the size of minivan out of her rectum into the fountain. That felt good too! It was also a new odor for her. It stank! She quickly tracked down a fleeing man. She stripped him naked and then lay on her stomach. She pushed his head between her ass cheeks, to her anus, and shoved him in. The sensation was odd, but pleasant. She felt a strong urge to shit him back out again, but she squeezed her sphincter muscle tight, sliding him deeper up into her rectum. A strange "chop-chop-chop" noise approached from the horizon. A flying machine was approaching. As it grew near, she felt painful little pinpricks all over her body. Looking around, she grabbed a fistful of people and threw them at the flying helicopter. The helicopter was instantly engulfed in a hazy red cloud as the blades pureed the mass of people. Then she picked up a Volvo, and threw it at the blinded helicopter, instantly causing an orgy of fire and smoke to fall to the ground. She ran toward the ocean and splashed in sending cargo ships and cruise liners bobbing in the water like so many rubber ducks. That man up her anus had become an irritation, so she squatted and shit him out into the water below, followed by another two lumps of excrement. More of those flying helicopter things came after her, and that brief delay had allowed them to get close. Having nothing to throw at them, she ran farther out to sea. "Ayieeeee!" she screamed as something slammed into the back of her knee, erupting in a ball of flame, and blasted through out the front of her kneecap. She fell in agony into the water as another Sidewinder missile took out her other knee. She gasped for breath against the agonizing pain, but only inhaled a few hundred gallons of salty water as she lay, face down, in the muck. She tried to lift herself up out of the water to take a breath, but the pain was too severe. Lightheadedness came quickly, followed by darkness that lasted for an eternity. * END * The Rage "Jack Norris." 'Hey, Jack, it's Paul Thomas. I have Jad Williams here with me. We're witnessing a bloody carnage here. We need this entire area cordoned off. A pack of wild dogs turned on the campers, we need ambulances and help here now!' "On our way!" * * * * * The scene resembling that of an apocalypse with bodies strewn along the sandy banks of the lake. Jad and Ranger Thomas still busy making makeshift bandages for the wounded as Jack and McNally arrive. The wails of the ambulance sirens intensifying as they make their way through the narrow manmade roads leading to the lake. Reaching inside his glove compartment, Norris pulls out his gun; making sure it's loaded, he makes his way over to assist the injured. The first team of paramedics move from body to body checking for any vital signs of life. The stretchers lined up as others carefully move the seriously injured onto them. As another ambulance pulls up, a team of paramedics clamber out carrying first aid kits as they head over to help those left untreated. The sounds haunting as the women and children cry endlessly, others slumped, heads down beside lifeless bodies, quietly sobbing as they grieve their loved ones. Scanning the woods constantly, Jack keeps a vigilant eye out for any movement. His hand rested against the butt of his gun as he listens for any rustling coming from the trees. * * * * * As the pack disbands, Banjo leads the remaining dogs toward the edge of the forest. Hiding in the dense undergrowth the dogs watch and listen as the stream of cars head into the forest toward the lake. * * * * * News of the massacre breaks fast in the small community. Despite the constant pleas from local authorities, animals are abandoned in droves. News of Jordan Carter's death sending a panic among the people, fearing for their own children's safety, the minors forced to play indoors. The once booming tourist town now almost deserted as people flee in fear of more attacks. In desperate need to control the numbers of strays, the government orders a cull of all wild dogs, offering a bounty for each body surrendered to council or veterinarian designated drop off sites. With the bait and traps set, Ranger Thomas and his men constantly visit the forest collecting bodies and resetting each trap. Each of them ordered to shoot any dog on the spot, the group remain forever vigilant. * * * * * Easing off his shoes, Jack Norris pours himself a Brandy. As he eases himself into the armchair he mindlessly flicks on the TV. Taking a sip from the Brandy balloon, he feels himself relax as the news update flashes on screen. "With over nine hundred stray dogs already caught by authorities and locals, government officials are confident the crisis is under control." The reporter says. Images of the lake scene in the background, with members of the government health authority collecting samples of blood from the sand, bent over as the clean up begins. "With an overwhelming number of suspected rabies cases, supplies of globulin are being flown in from all over the country to cope with the demand for the vaccine. What authorities are calling 'Dumb Rabies', the strain is often confused with people thinking the animal unwell. They urge everyone to be wary of stray animals, especially those appearing docile or sick. Documented reports of confirmed rabies cases have increased by an astounding thirty-eight percent since the cull began." Lighting a smoke, Jack pulls up his file and finalises his notes on the homicides. Shaking his head, thankful the case was solved, but still bewildered over the last two days' events. "If bitten, the area must be thoroughly cleaned with soap and water. Victims of an animal bite are urged to seek medical attention immediately. Incubation periods can vary anywhere from a few days to two weeks; some cases have been reported to take up to twelve months for symptoms to show." Flicking the TV off, Jack feels himself become drowsy, leaning back against the headrest he closes his eyes. * * * * * Stretching his weary body, Jad relaxes as Julie gently kneads his shoulders. The pair silent, each reliving the nightmare of the past forty-eight hours. The whistling of the kettle breaking their thoughts as Julie kisses his hair softly before making her way to the kitchen to prepare their coffee. Reaching into the overhead cupboard she doesn't notice the glare from the eyes watching her through the window from the dark of the night. With a blood curdling growl, Banjo creeps toward the open door... The Raging Storm (I love comments for good or ill. I know this story is rough as I was attempting to just write something off the top of my head quickly. Thanks for reading it! ) Five years of working for the number one rated news station in the metropolitan area had landed me with the top reporters status. Usually the main goal in broadcasting was the anchor desk but for now I enjoyed going out into the people and not just smiling to them from behind a desk. My degree in journalism and my naturally good looks sped me fast up the chain of news reporters. Yeah my "pageant" good looks helped in such a visual field. I had at one time thought of coloring my blonde hair darker to ward off the "dumb blonde" stereotype but I think it's done me well as the original color. Long legs and a busty figure didn't hurt either. My camera man Mac said it was my eyes that drew people in and captivated them. Guess he likes blue. On assignment, my favorite thing, took my camera man Mac, my lighting and sound guy Tim and I out to a remote area of Kansas. There had been an unusually active outbreak of tornados and for some reason this was news to the brass of our station. Passing through a small town decimated by a recent storm we unpacked the gear and shot some remote feed for the station to put together in the report package once we filmed my report later on. The day passed with talking to victims, police officials, weather spotters and meteorologists. Finally a bit tired and ready to rest the three of us pulled into our assigned hotel ... more like one of those dinky small town motels ... and with bags in tow went to the front desk. "Hi I'm Ashlee McCombs from Channel 12. We should have three rooms reserved." I smiled that infamous TV smile at the older woman behind the desk. In return I got a haggard sigh and an apology, "I'm sorry hun but due to the storms we can't honor reservations. Don't have three rooms just able to give ya one." The lady turned and found a room key ... the old fashioned kind a real key ... and handed it to me. "Oh great ... well fellas... looks like we get to bunk together." I had to chuckle at my usage of country slang. Walking to the room the guys didn't complain mainly due to being worn out. Mac went back to the news van to get a few of the more expensive and larger items, such as his camera, to lock in the room with us. Opening the door we found a charming and surprisingly clean room complete with TV, small fridge, a table with chairs, a small sofa and a king sized bed. Now came the groaning as the guys really realized they'd have to sleep on the floor or a chair. We all took turns in cleaning up and changing into more comfortable clothes. For me this consisted of a T-shirt and small running shorts. Working so close to those two guys over the years they'd seen me plenty without makeup so it didn't bother me any. Flopping onto the bed on my stomach I stretched out and sighed at the comfort. Mac, a tall 6 foot four very muscular black man, was trying to get comfy on one of the chairs but wasn't having much luck. Tim a slender six foot dark eyed and dark haired white guy was also having bad luck with the sofa. Feeling guilty since these guys were my support and strength out there I sighed in a chuckle, "You will never get any sleep like that." Both of them agreed. Just then outside came the low rumble of thunder. Mac got up and went to the window to peek through the drapes. "Looks like rain." His voice almost as deep as the thunder rumbled to us. Lightning struck not far away and I couldn't help but scream at the very loud boom. Seeing I was very shaken Tim came over and sat next to me on the bed, "Hey Ash ... it's just a storm." Visibly trembling I nodded, "Yeah but I can't stand them." Mac came over and sat on the other side of me, "Looks like you're on the perfect assignment then eh?" His laugh made me smile and smack his thick bicep with my hand playfully. "Come on ... this bed is big enough for all of us ... let's just get some sleep." I nodded to the bed and shrugged. It didn't matter to me if we all slept in the same bed. I guess it didn't matter to Tim of Mac either as they stood and went to either side of the bed. Both soon had removed shoes and shirts... Mac even went so far as to strip to his boxers ... and climbed in bed. I had already scooted back to the center of the bed and was settling in. "Besides, this way you both can protect me from the..." As if to illustrate my sentence a big boom of thunder followed a bright flash of lightning. I jumped nearly sky high and swallowed a yelp. From under the covers I felt Tim's hand take mine as he turned on his side to face me. In taking my hand his had to rest on the flat of my stomach where mine was. I looked into his deep eyes and was surprised to see a bit more than friendly comforting there. I rolled over to face him and his hand slid to my side."It'll be ok Ash." "Yeah, won't nothing bad happen to you." Came Mac's voice from behind me as he now was on his side facing me. Somehow that storm blew over and the three of us drifted off into some much needed sleep. However in the middle of the night another storm decided to pay us visit. A loud clap of thunder woke me from my sleep where I found that my head was on Tim's chest, and that Mac's hand was on my hip at the edge of my shorts hem. Mac must have felt me move because he woke up and sleepily asked, "Hey.. what's the matter?" Lightning lit up the room and answered for me. "Shh... it's ok." Mac whispered in my ear. His hot breath against my ear sent a chill down my spine and electrified me more than the lightning could have. I have to admit that I've always thought both Tim and Mac very handsome men but nothing beyond flirting had ever happened between any of us. But now Mac must have felt my body's reaction to his whisper because I could feel his hand moving down my thigh. Keeping my back to him I laid there wondering if this was really happening or if my over active imagination was taking hold again. Thunder made me jump and Mac's large strong hand slid up my body and down the flat of my stomach to wrap around me. "Remember what I said... I won't let anything bad happen to you." Another heady whisper into my ear before his tongue licked the rim down to the lobe. I shuddered a sigh of pleasure as he took that earlobe between his teeth and pulled then sucked on it. Mac's hand wasted no time in sliding up my torso to cup my left breast under my shirt. Being a DD there was plenty for his hand to hold. Kneading that plump flesh I moaned and woke up Tim. My head was right next to his shoulder so I guess he could feel my heated rushing breaths too. For a moment I thought he might come unglued or freak but instead he just smirked at me and Mac. Lightning and thunder combined to make me cringe but what widened my eyes was Tim rolling to face me again. "Nothing to be scared of Ash." He spoke with that charming smile of his. Tim leaned in and kissed me not sparing his tongue pushing past my lips. Meanwhile Mac was pushing up my shirt so it wouldn't get in the way of his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples. I could feel his teeth raking against the back of my neck and my pussy getting wetter by the second. It nearly blew my mind to have two guys seducing me at the same time! From behind I felt Mac push his boxer clad self against my ass and from in front I felt the jean covered bulge of Tim press into my pussy. Both men began to grind their stiff cocks into me and WOW at how long Mac was and how thick Tim was. Moaning at how wonderful it felt I opened my legs a little and Tim moved a hand down there. Mac's hand left my breast and together with Tim they both pulled me free of those little running shorts. Soon my shirt was off too and I was naked between the two men. Hands groped and lips kissed. Tongues tasted as both men licked my skin. Tim was licking between my breasts and Mac was down between my legs at my backside. I could feel his tongue licking from my wet bald pussy to my anus and back again. Tim took a taut nipple into his mouth and nibbled clamping his teeth on it every now and then. Mac parted my pussy lips and drove his tongue deep into me then flicked at my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moaned loudly and a clap of thunder echoed. Somehow Tim moved to be sitting up and Mac directed my backside to be sticking up in the air as he laid his head under my pussy to keep eating me. Now on my knees and elbows Tim pulled down his jeans so that he was naked as he sat on the bed. My eyes instantly went to his thick hard cock that stood out proudly throbbing with arousal. I moved up and Mac moved with me. The sound of his slurping me was almost as loud as the rain outside. Seeing what Tim wanted I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and directed it into my hot mouth. Never before had I gone down on someone as thick as he was so my mouth was filled instantly. I couldn't believe how good he tasted as precum leaked onto my tongue. Mac was now driving his tongue into me like a slick cock and lightly pushing at my ass hole with a finger. The more Mac brought me closer to orgasm the harder I sucked Tim. Mac drove his thick finger deep in to my ass making me scream. That scream was muffled due to the amount of large cock I had stuffed in my mouth. Almost instantly I came gushing into Mac's sucking mouth. Tough as it was I kept sucking on Tim bobbing my head as far up and down him as I could. Mac moved now and I heard his low voice, "Hold on baby." It was then I felt something spread my drenched pussy lips. It took me a second to realize it was his cock! Tim was looking over my backside and now put his hands on my shoulders. Little did I know it was to brace me as now Mac rammed his nearly eleven inch hard as a rock dick inside me. Roughly he pushed inside of me stretching my vaginal walls to their limits. So fully did he push into me that pain mixed with the pleasure. I couldn't help but scream and this time my voice filled the room as I had to pull off of Tim. That didn't last long though as he put a hand to the back of my head and with a fistful of hair directed me back down on his thick pole. I pushed the tip of my tongue into the little slit of a hole on the head of his cock and forced out more precum. Sucking harder I wanted to drink him while Mac pounded his long shaft deep into my sex. Just a few sucks more and Tim was grunting his release into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but it was tough to keep it all in around such a thick cock. At least two good spurts landed on my chin then my breasts as I pulled off him and licked him like a lolly pop. Tim released my hair and just sat there in a stupor as Mac pounded me. Grunting and yelping I raised up and kissed Tim wildly as he took my breasts in his hands and roughly squeezed them. Screaming I came again this time harder and longer. My head was spinning when Mac announced his orgasm by groaning and filling me with seed. He gave me so much that it spilled out of my pussy and ran down both our legs. I was in for more though as the storm raged outside and inside. Mac kept moving even after he shot his load. The tightness of my pussy brought his cock back to life fairly quickly. Our cum lubricated us both so much that he easily pulled out and placed the now stiff head of his long cock at my ass. "Oh god Mac ... fuck me!" I pleaded. Never before having had someone do that I was highly turned on that he wanted to. Mac pulled my ass cheeks far apart and pushed against the tight hole. My arms were getting tired not to mention very shaky from holding myself up so Mac took hold of my hips and guided me to lay down on my back. Keeping his hold on my hips he then slipped his hands under my ass and held my backside up off the bed. He was standing on the floor at the foot of the bed so lifting me up was needed. I pulled my legs open wide to help with his penetrating my ass. Gently he pushed and grunted until the head of his engorged penis slipped past that tight ring. I gasped and moaned turning my head to look at Tim who was sitting naked next to me on the bed. He was watching what Mac was doing and stroking his cock. I reached over and he moved his hand so that mine could do the stroking. Leaning down Tim took as much of my breast in his mouth that he could and began to suck. At first it felt nice then as he sucked harder it began to hurt a little. Moaning that it hurt I tried to tell him but he didn't stop. Mac was not stopping either as he pumped his hips and little by little sank that long length into my anus. The burning pain made me cry out as both men seemed bent on hurting me. But as both kept going I learned that the pain quickly was turning into pleasure. Tim finally left my breast just as I was about to climax just from him sucking. Moving down my body he put his mouth over my wet throbbing pussy and began to suck there just as hard. Mac got into a rhythm of fucking my ass and Tim got in a rhythm of tonguing and sucking my pussy. Being attended to at both areas like that was driving me wild. My back arched pushing me harder into both men. Both worked on me until I had come again twice, Mac had come again in my ass and Tim had come all over my hand and chest. Breathing hard to catch our breaths all of us collapsed onto the big bed and listened to the storm outside. Funny but the next time lightning struck and thunder boomed I didn't jump. To be Continued....(see chapter 2) The Raging Storm Ch. 02 (This is part II of The Raging Storm. It makes more sense if you go back and read it from the beginning. Thanks! Enjoy!) Chapter 2 After sleeping for a few hours I awoke to Tim nibbling on my breast and saw he was hard and thick as ever. Climbing on top of him I settled his erection between my pussy lips and began to rub myself into wetness with his cock. When I was wet enough I lowered myself down on him slowly. It was tough to get his thickness into me but together we managed. I was so full that I had to pause and catch my breath before beginning to ride him slowly. I was sure the movement would wake up Mac and right I was for when I looked over to him I could see his bright eyes shining up at me as he watched me fuck Tim. Moaning Tim asked me to go harder, faster as I ground my hips down onto him. Obliging I began to bounce on him up and down. My big breasts bounced each time I did and I could tell by Mac's erection that he enjoyed that sight. I decided to put on a show for them both and began pinching and rolling my own nipples. I pulled at them and got them to stand out hard and red. Mac reached over and began to rub at my clit as I bounced on Tim. I came screaming and Tim shot his load into my pussy. Collapsing on Tim I was surprised when he held me tight and rolled me over keeping himself embedded in me. Moving carefully he turned us so that he could stand on the floor and my head was hanging off the edge of the bed backward. Mac moved then got the idea of what Tim was arranging. Soon there was a big black cock stroking my face and lips. It was like none of us could get enough. Tim kept moving in me so as not to loose his erection and I opened my mouth for Mac to guide his cock into. He was so long that I barely got half of it into my mouth before he was hitting the back of my throat. Tim kept up the steady stroking in and out of me and I kept up my sucking down Mac. Mac reached down and took my breasts in each hand. He kneaded them, rolled them then pinched at my nipples hard. I groaned and arched my back when I found that his pinching them woke up my pussy more and sent a tingle all over my body. I nodded for him to do more and he did more. Pulling at my nipples painfully he stretched them until I couldn't take any more. Then he'd release them and rub them hard into my breasts with a palm. Tim had taken hold of my legs and pushed them back to where my knees met my shoulders. There he was able to drill into me deeper and touch that special spot inside. Mac began to move his hips and fuck my mouth while Tim picked up the pace and began his own hard fucking. Mac was torturing my nipples again and Tim slapped the back of my thigh with a resounding clap and a sting. I moaned against Mac's cock and sucked on him harder. I came harder than ever before, shuddering and writhing beneath my two lovers. Tim came and halfway through pulsing his seed into me he pulled out and let the rest land on my stomach and breasts. Mac stiffened even more and growled out his cuming shooting load after load down my throat. He too pulled out of my mouth and let the last few spurts hit my chest and face. Covered in cum inside and out I lay there panting. Tim knelt down and gave my pussy a few good licks tasting our combined fluids. Mac leaned down and kissed my lips for the first time. It was rare that a man would kiss after someone just swallowed his jitsm but there he was tenderly snaking his tongue into my mouth. The rest of the night and into morning we slept naked with me in the middle. Waking to bright blue skies all three of us stretched and commented on being a little sore. I was worried things would be awkward between us but talk carried on like normal. Mac threw on his pants and went to go get us some breakfast from what the hotel office served and Tim and I got into the shower together. We lathered each other up and rinsed off with little more than touching and kissing though it was clear we both wanted more exploring, there just wasn't the time or so we thought. When we dried off and went back into the room Mac had muffins and coffee waiting. Patting his again naked lap I sat down with my damp self letting his cock nestle nicely between my butt cheeks. We ate like that, me sitting on Mac's lap with my feet propped up in Tim's lap where my toes stroked his penis. When the muffins were gone Mac announced that he was still hungry and wrapped his arms around me. Standing with me held captive he moved to turn me so that I could sit on the little dining table. Returning to his sitting position he spread my legs open wide and bent down so that his face buried into my shaved pussy. Licking and sucking like a mad man he'd bite down every now and then on my clit making me cry out. Tim got in on the action by suckling on my breasts. This time it was just me getting all the attention as both men did everything they could to make me come and come hard. Mac pushed his finger into my anus while he ate me and Tim gave a wonderful mouth job to my breasts. I came squirting my juice all over Mac's face and mouth. I don't think I'd ever squirted like that before. I was still cumming and Mac moved aside so that Tim could take over the licking. Tim was a master with his tongue. He licked me into another orgasm while Mac wanked himself off. Mac's cum landed on my breasts which I smeared all over then licked my fingers. Tim stood up and wanked off between my legs letting his spray hit my pussy and lower stomach. Again I rubbed it into my skin and licked my fingers. Tim laughed, "Time for another shower." I just stood up from the table and walked over to my bag of clothes. "No... I think I'll wear your cum today." I spoke making both men's jaws hit the floor. We all got dressed and after Mac took a shower we loaded up the van just in time to hear my cell phone ring. Answering it I put it on speaker phone to hear my boss, "I need you to head South about five miles from where you are now. A huge storm hit last night." After that he went silent. I guess he was wondering what we were laughing at. A storm hit all right but it wasn't five miles away. The three of us had started one hell of a storm ourselves. The Raid [19:47] *JosekiKo rolls over the hill in his Pink painted wagon with the big green spot. He spurs the bosk at their best clip riding like lightening towards the hold. He pulls up in front of the gates in his fancy yellow sash. He surveys the surrounding hold and its guards. He sees The wooden hall with stone palisades and wall thinking it my be a little hard to breach. [19:48] *CrimsonFW in her nifty yellow sash rides along in the wagon while Joseki drives like a Mad-Man. Wondering if any of the axles is going to give way or if the Wagon will tip over as he slides around turns, [19:48] *Imanja in her pretty yellow sash rides along in the wagon while Joseki drives like a Mad-Man. Wondering if the thralls in the bottom of the wagon are really as scared as they look. [19:48] *pepperTPS wearing a nice yellow sash with little other to conceal her charms, bumps along in the back of the wagon, applied slave perfume and getting herself ready to be of good use, a twinkle in blue eyes as she holds on for dear life along the bumpy ride [19:48] *pepperTPS slithers up right in between the mass of 5,000 guards, slave perfume and bells beckoning them closer as she moves among them, whispering naughty things in their ears, groping between legs and licking along flesh until all 5,000 crowd in closer for more, everything else forgotten but the wanton slut until they are fighting amongst themselves for her & unnoticed, she crawls out from between them & back into the wagon [19:48] *CrimsonFW hops out of the wagon wearing Her nice pretty yellow sash carrying two buckets of paint, one pink and the other purple. Putting down the bucket of pink paint, throws the bucket of purple paint all over the outside wall. Throwing the bucket to the side before grabbing the other one and tossing the pink paint onto the wall. Dropping that bucket as well, runs back to the wagon and grabs the reins from Jo and giving him a dirty look. [19:48] *JosekiKo stays in the wagon, instructing his ten thralls to grab two buckets of pink paint each, out of the back of the wagon. He watches as they walk inside to paint the walls of the Hold pink, as bucket after bucket of empty paint comes flying out the door until there are twenty behind the distracted guards. He watches as the ten thralls return to the wagon and hop back into the back. [19:48] *Imanja jumps out of the wagon holding onto the buckets of paint. The blue and the pink paint splashing around as She sets down one of them tossing the first one against the wall of the holding and then grabs the other one quickly. She hefts that towards the wall as well, dropping the bucket and turns and runs back to the wagon jumping up into the wagon again and holds on for dear life as Crimson takes the reigns once again. [19:48] *JosekiKo holds on for dear life as Crim drives out his thralls throwing bucket after bucket of gold paint onto the road [19:48] *Imanja runs, dropping all the paints, hops back into the wagon as fast as She can and holds on for dear life. Waves at the members of the Holding as they now match the Tavern in colors. Blows kisses out the back of the wagon as it disappears from sight. [19:48] *CrimsonFW after grabbing the reins makes sure Imanja and pepper have made it back into the wagon before taking off. Pressing the kailla at a fast as She can, hearing pepper already moaning about being motion sick, checking to make sure Jo is still holding on tight and flashing a grin to Imanja. Turns to look back once more at the now pink and purple and blue walls before the wagon disappears from view. [19:48] *pepperTPS blows the startled guards kisses as they drive away, tossing out small pieces of paper with her phone number on them in case they want a good time later and giggles, holding on for dear life once again All turn their eyes back to the Holding before they crest the hill and exchange looks as they see something that leaves them grinnig. The hold itself is pink bur and puple. They chuckle spying the road is all covered in gold paint. A truly interesting look on the Hold; Blue pink and purple covers everything. The Raiders They struck at dawn. From the east, their dragon ships approached in silence, hidden by the rising sun at their back. By the time the townspeople saw their draconic silhouettes, all too familiar from their nightmares, it was too late. There was no time to prepare a defense, only to hide and pray. The great drum, around which the temple itself had been built, was beat. Villagers scurried into hiding. They locked their doors, barricading themselves inside with their furniture. They took their children into the basements and waited. A few stalwart men and women took up what weapons they had, pitchforks, sickles, filleting knives, and waited at the beach to mount a defense, to try to dissuade the raiders from landing in their peaceful village. High above the ships flew crimson banners, emblazoned with ravens, harbingers of death. The raiders landed. Men leaped down from the ships into the surf and drew their swords, ready for battle. Their shoulders were covered in furs, taken from wolves and bears slain by the men themselves. Thick beards and metal helmets, decorated with long horns, hid most of their faces, leaving only their eyes and noses visible. The townsfolk were no match for them. The skirmish ended in a few blows. One man had died, a woman had lost her arm, but would live. The others laid down their arms, and were roughly dragged to the village. House by house, the raiders broke down the doors and stole the inhabitants, snatching children from their mothers' arms, collecting them all together, careful not to kill unless necessary. Corpses were without value, a waste of profits. Those who resisted had their homes razed, given over to the fires. Those who went quietly suffered no further injury. One by one, the town was collected in the square, their limbs bound, and guarded by the youngest and oldest amongst the raiders, while those in the prime of their lives continued to hunt out the survivors. The sky turned grey, discolored by smoke, before their work was done. But soon, the entire town was gathered. The largest amongst the raiders stepped forward and removed his helmet, emblazoned with tall, gilded wings. His rust-colored beard reached down to his chest. Beneath his furs, he wore chainmail under a plain tunic. He circled his prize, examining the villagers. He stopped. He signaled to his men and pointed at a young man. Two soldiers waded into the crowd and lifted him up by his arms, throwing him to the ground in front of their leader. He knelt down before the captive and took his jaw in his hands. The young man turned his face, earning him a brutal slap. The crack echoed through the air. Everything else was silent. His cheek flushed as the man gripped his face tightly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You," he spoke with a voice like steel and gravel, "you have the eyes of a storyteller. What stories do you hold inside that skull of yours? Or do I need to slice it open?" The young man's eyes went wide. His lips fumbled about, producing no sound. Finally, he found words, and spoke. "No! Uh, I—I had an idea for a story about a boy who grows up in a small village, but then he finds out he's really a demigod and special, a-and he goes off on adventures and saves the world, and the girl he's always had a crush on realizes how amazing he is, and falls in love with him." The gob of spit struck the boy just below his eye. "Pathetic. Unimaginative. Obvious wish fulfillment. The world will be better off without you," the man declared. He raised his sword, and swung it downwards. "Stop!" cried out an old man. The sword halted in its path. The raider looked towards the source, and smiled. He sheathed his sword and stepped towards him. "What do you have, grandpa, that is worth this boy's life? A play? An operetta?" His hands shaking, the old man reached into his coat, and pulled out a thick stack of papers, yellowed with age, wrapped in twine. Across the front page, handwritten in dark ink, were the words, "The Tragedy of Pyrrhus." "It's my novel," he admitted sadly. "I've been writing it for years. Please, take it, and leave this town in peace." He unknotted the twine and leafed through the pages with a trained eye. The edges of his lips tugged upwards higher and higher as we read through. He redid the knot, and tossed it back to one of his men. "This should bring in a good income. You have ransomed your village's safety today, old man." He drew his sword out of its scabbard slowly, the glistening, metallic cry filling the silence for far too long. "But we can't risk competition." Crimson splattered through the sky, staining the ground. With a dull thud, the old man's head came to rest on the ground. His body slumped forward onto the earth. The raider sheathed his sword and turned his back to the townspeople. Wordlessly, he and his men marched back to their ships, shoving them off the beach, back to the seas whence they had came. The town was left to mourn, bereft of its stories. * * * * * Thank you for reading! Please vote and comment; I love to receive feedback from readers, and I'd greatly appreciate any comments or constructive criticism you may have. If you enjoyed the story, please check out my writing blog: there's a link to it in my profile. I update it regularly, so it's the best place to keep track of my stories and updates. Again, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! The Railing She stood facing the railing, looking out in the darkness at the lake. With a glass of wine and the moonlight shining down, She saw him pull into the parking lot on his bike. She smiled to herself...knowing that he would soon be there with her. He shut the bike off and headed into the lodge. Time went by at an agonizingly slow pace as she waited to hear the door open... Just then she heard it...he was there. She held her place along the railing, a very inviting sight just to tease him. She heard him open a beer bottle, and rustle around some... She still refused to turn around, knowing he would come for her soon enough. He saw her...paused to take in the beauty before his eyes. Then carefully he walked out to her, and lightly touched the cold bottle to the side of her neck. She gripped the railing firmly as the chills ran through her body. He replaced the cold bottle with his very warm tongue, slowly kissing her neck as her knees began to buckle. He reached around and unbuttoned her shirt with one skillful hand, she moaned and just held on tighter to the railing. As her shirt fell to the deck, he began to slowly kiss the back of her neck. His tongue traced a path down to the small of her back, She tried to turn towards him, but his strong hands stopped her. She re gripped the railing and let him continue his assault on her mind and body. As the moon went behind the clouds, the darkness engulfed the two of them. He reached up and unclasped her bra, cupped both of her breasts as he hugged her from behind. He smelled rugged with a slight touch of cologne in the air, she breathed it in, and once again tried to turn to face him. It was not to be...He held her firm, slipped one hand down to unbutton her jeans. She gasped, as his fingers found her sex. She stood there, writhing as the first wave of an orgasm surged through her body. Her knees began to give out, but he held her strongly while the orgasm subsided. She took a drink of her wine, and placed it back on the ledge...He slowly pushed her pants to the ground and once again traced his tongue down to the small of her back. He got on his knees behind her and began to kiss softly on her ass, sneaking one hand around into her now soaking pussy. He began to finger her again, and she pushed her ass out high, like a cat in heat. He sucked greedily on her sex as she moaned and with one hand pulled his hair. Pulling him into her deeper, while she began to buck from the second orgasm of the night. When she calmed down again, she felt him stand up and heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. She didn't have to wait for an invitation as she reached behind her and felt his solid cock. She stroked it and he moaned. She raked her nails on it, and his cock surged fuller yet. She took another sip of her wine while she toyed with his cock in the other hand. She set the wine back down and leaned over the railed a bit...She raised her ass to him, and with one hand guided his cock into her awaiting pussy. Slowly she began to push back and forth into him. He placed his strong hands on her hips and joined her in motion. A throaty growl escaped her lips as they stood there in the darkness making love. It went on for what seemed like a half an hour, two bodies, drenched with sweat in that hot summer night. She had experienced two more gut wrenching orgasms as he slowly and deeply pushed his cock into her, she was tired, exhausted and spent, so she told him to sit down on a chair. She found a cushion and kneeled between his legs. She slowly took his cock to her face with both hands. She brushed it against her cheek and took in the scent of their love making. She flicked it with her tongue a bit and it jumped to attention once again. Then slowly she put she cock in her mouth and began to suck him. Up and down, with one hand squeezing his balls. His legs began to shake and he felt the impending explosion coming. She went faster and deeper, dragging his cock with her teeth on each down stroke. She felt it coming.... and gripped his balls tighter. He bucked as the cum began to flow from his cock. She eagerly swallowed his load and toyed with his cock, knowing it tickled him. When the ticklish part wore off, she slowly licked him clean, savoring the mixed juices of their love. She rose to her feet and kissed him...deeply, for the first kiss of what was to be a very long night ahead of them. The Railway Trip This short story is based on narratives told by friends of mine. Thus, sorry to say I haven't been the lucky one to get such a holiday. My great thanks to LallyH who has made a tremendous job to get my English more smooth. ------------ Hi there It all began in the most southern part of Sweden. A dull and ugly day. The rain poured from heaven. My husband, George, and I, Mary, had decided to take a week off for skiing in the far north. As you perhaps know, Sweden is a country of some length. From the most southern part, up into the snowy mountains in the north, you have to travel for at least 800 miles. That means that normally you wouldn't use a car: of course you could go by air, but it's more delightful to go by train. We had packed our skis and some suitable clothes for the train trip to the far north. It felt peculiar to hire our skis from the store and then carry them out on the wet streets of the city into the cab taking us to the railway station. The first part of our journey was the day train ride to Stockholm, the capital, and from there we had to take the night train for the north. George and I had booked a first class sleeping compartment for two. As we entered the train, we found it - a small one with two beds, with the luxury of an ensuite shower room and toilet. After having put down our luggage, we went to the dining-car. There were plenty of people but we found a table for four. Two of the seats were already occupied by (as we would learn later) a nice couple, Anne and Adam. They were also destined for the same ski village that we had chosen. After ordering some food and a bottle of wine just as the train left the station, we acquainted ourselves with our new friends. The conversation was amusing with much laughter and interesting stories about previous made trips to ski resorts in the mountains. I found Adam very attractive. I looked at George now and then and saw that his eyes were fixed to Anne's fabulous breasts. Her jumper showed off a well-shaped pair of 34D tits which I sure he was imagining getting hold of. Adam seemed to respond to my longing eyes. The atmosphere was charged. We ate the food and drank the wine as the train travelled north. The darkness outside the dining-car windows was interrupted only by flashes of light as we passed through stations. Adam looked with a smile at George and said: "What do you think of a wife swap?" George looked at me in embarrassment. "Haha, you guys would feel happy then?" I laughed. Eventually it was time to return to our sleeping compartments. Together with Anne and Adam, we walked through the narrow corridors of the sleeping coaches. When we arrived at ours, we found to our astonishment that they had got the compartment next door. Adam embraced me and said "You may have a night kiss at least." He kissed my lips! Anne smiled and said "It would be nice if I got the same attention!" George wasn't slow to respond. He hugged her and held her tight, kissing her sincerely, whilst drawing her into our compartment! I just looked in astonishment at him. Was this the ski vacation we had dreamt of? Adam whispered in my ear that it was allright. He took my hands and I followed him into their compartment. I wasn't prepared for this situation and the thought of being his lover, although as I looked down at his crotch, I knew he would be great in the bed. The growing swell of his trousers was obvious. But I'd never made love with anybody else but my husband! He was the man who took my virginity. I have always being very shy. I think it is because of my less than developed body - my small tits, only AA size and my rather tiny bottom -- that I felt wouldn't be attractive to men. I always was full of horror when forced to strip, even in front of my female gynaecologist! Now I stood in front of Adam who was seated on the edge of the bed. He asked me to turn around. In front of me there was a mirror showing me from my knees upwards. His hands moved up my thighs and stopped at the waistband. He unzipped my slacks and pulled them slowly to the floor. Then he asked me to remove my jumper. Oh heavens! My face was blushing. Hesitantly I pulled it over my head. I never wear a bra and so, standing in front of the mirror, I could see the image of my small tits, my flat tummy and a pubic bone accentuated by the hipster waistline fabric. Adam's hands stroked gently over my buttocks. "I really like your youthful body" he whispered with an admiring deep sigh. "Just as I saw you entering the dining car my heart started to beat harder. I want you! And I want to come deep inside you." At that moment we could hear the sounds of love from the adjacent compartment. I heard Anne shouting something like "Just like that! Oh, that's good!" We smiled and Adam forced my hipsters down. I turned my back to the mirror and seized his head. I pressed his face against my pussy. His tongue started to lick my pussy lips which sent a wonderful shiver through my body. He got to his feet, grabbed me and threw me onto the bed. There I was, laying on my back whilst he quickly stripped. As he took off his boxers, I saw his rather long and thick cock just above my face. Oh goodness me, would I be able to handle it? He straddled my face, kneeling on the bed and licking my tits, sucking the nipples hard. His hands searched for my pussy and I moaned when he separated the lips and touched my clit. He bent his body forward. I licked and sucked his lovely testicles which more or less filled my mouth. I couldn't believe how lucky I felt when he sucked and pinched my clit. Suddenly he shifted and lay back on the bed. His cock pointed straight up. I saw some pre-cum on the top and licked it off. He groaned and drew me to straddle the rock hard flag pole. Carefully I lowered my wide open pussy against his large cock, and it found its way slowly into my vagina. I felt some pain as I pressed my crotch against his body. I never had experienced such a thick organ. He lay completely still and looked at my face. From his ragged breathing, I could tell he was really enjoying this. I kept on moving up and down, absorbing his cock inch for inch for every thrust. At last all the length was inside my body. My juicy hole had swallowed something so large I thought it would be impossible. It was a marvellous feeling of a thick cock completely filling up the cavity. It touched the cervix and pressed my uterus upwards. Oh! I groaned with satisfaction! We changed to the missionary position. Adam forced himself into me. As my vagina was well oiled and had got used to his well-shaped cock, I loved every hard stroke. My whole body was electrified. It was only a matter of seconds before my orgasm. I shouted in ecstasy and grabbed the edge of the bed. Still with his cock inside me Adam moved me onto my side. With one of my legs moved upwards, it made it possible for him to continue fucking me obliquely from behind. This was a new position for me as it required a male organ of some length which George was unable to offer. Aaaah, what a curious feeling! Having Adam behind me, his wonderful hard cock pushing in and out of my vagina sideways whilst his hand caressed my clit! I found it extremely erotic. Then he moved me once again until I was laying on my back on the bed. He bent my legs towards my head. I got hold of my feet and spread my legs to open up my pussy. Adam wasn't slow to use my creamy wet vagina mouth. He forced all the length of his hard cock inside with one stroke. I heard him groan and he breathed in a violent manner. He shouted "I'm going to cum inside you!" His body went into spasm, my vagina squeezed his cock and he shot bursts of warm sperm up against my cervix. I screamed in sensual pleasure, my body bent up against Adam. Oh, what an orgasm! Both of us fell asleep facing each other. The only sound to be heard now was the song of train wheels running on steel rails carrying us to the snowy north. I woke up still face to face with Adam. My hand had a firm hold on his cock shaft. Our position was heavenly: his arm around my body seemed to be trying to keep me close to him. I wished we never would need to leave the bed and I hoped that George felt the same way, together with Anne on the other side of the compartment wall. The dream was over. I stood up and went into the ensuite and, whilst showering, I heard Adam using his shaver. As I stepped out completely nude from the shower room, Adam smiled and grabbed me. "Here you are, my shy night nymph!" He kissed me and I cuddled up to him. "Oh," he said, "we have to hurry. Breakfast is waiting." He made his way into the shower and when he returned, I was dressed and had put on some makeup (borrowed from Anne's bag). I got a last glimpse of his nude body before it was all hidden under his clothes. Adam and I walked along the narrow corridors of the train coaches. As we walked into the dining car, we immediately saw Anne and George who seemed to have eyes only for each other, just like newlyweds! We walked up to them and I heard George say "What a tremendous night you gave me!" "Hi there," I whispered in his ear. "I hope you haven't forgotten me?" He laughed and stood up. He embraced me and gave me a lovely long kiss. "No! Though the night was wonderful, it will never be as good as when we are together!" -------- End The Rain It's a cool rainy night. The rain is falling steadily yet softly right outside my window. It is one of my favorite sounds. The sound of rain falling is a very soothing yet romantic. It makes me long to be in your arms... Even though it is late I take a chance and call you and ask you if you would like to come over. To my joy you say yes, You will be right over. I meet you at the door wearing only my robe. I had not taken the time to belt it before opening the door. You are treated to a peek at my soft skin and the swell of my breasts as I take your hand and lead you straight to the bedroom. The bedroom is backlit softly by the street light just outside the window. Once in the bedroom, by unspoken command I immediately turn and start undressing you. I ease your shirt over your head all the while looking into your eyes. I then move to kneel before you and help you out of your shoes and socks. First your left and then your right foot. After completing that task I move back up to the waistband of your pants, unsnapping and unziping them. I grasp the waistband and begin lowering them. I kneel in front of you as your pants are lowered further down your legs. You step out of them and I toss them to the side. Once they are removed, I look up into your eyes. You are looking down at me with such intensity that a shiver of desire rips through my body. I stand up and take your hand and lead you over to the side of the bed. You sit on the side of the bed facing me. With a small nod from you I take my cue. I take a step back from you and ease my robe from my shoulders letting it fall into a puddle at my feet. I stand before you totally nude ready for inspection. In a well choreographed dance I move to display myself to you. I stand with my feet apart and place my hands behind my head, elbows out. In this position I am totally exposed to your eyes. I feel them traveling over every inch of my body. You leave me standing there for what feels like forever yet in reality is only a few moments. Although I should feel anxious at being so exposed to you I do not. I feel a sense of pride--Pride for knowing that I am pleasing my Master, my lover and friend. You do not even have to speak, I sense your wish and turn and bend over slightly displaying myself intimately to you for inspection. We have danced this dance many times and I know just what I must do to please my Master. You are suddenly behind me, grasping my waist and slowly trailing your hands down the small of my back, over the swell of my buttocks squeezing it slightly and down the back of my thighs. My urge is to push my body back into you, craving the contact of your touch, but I know that if we are to continue, I must not move until you give the signal. Just at that moment I feel you tug at my waist motioning for me to stand. Placing your arm around my waist, you guide me over to the bed. You lower both of us to the bed and place a gentle yet demanding kiss. Your tongue slips through my slightly parted lips and you begin to explore and caress my mouth. I surrender myself to your kiss moaning softly as my arms fall around your shoulders and I pull you tightly to me. You break the kiss and start trailing little kisses and licks down my jaw line to my neck where you suck firmly at my sweet spot just below my ear. You then continue down my shoulders to my chest. Grasping my breasts in your hand you squeeze them firmly kneading them. You take my right nipple in your mouth and begin sucking it. I moan in response. I arch my back trying to force more of my breast into your mouth. You lick and suck my nipple and thin move to the left nipple and begin giving it the same treatment, biting my nipple firmly. I am unable to do anything but moan in pleasure. After licking and sucking my nipples a few moments, you once again begin kissing a trail down my body, stopping briefly to dip your tongue in my belly button before continuing. I feel your breath on my pussy. I look down my body and see you examining my wet folds and I instinctively open myself wider to your inspection. You lower your head and nuzzle the patch of red hair on my mound, burying your face in it, rubbing it back and forth. I arch into you wanting more. You then begin to softly lick my pussy lips, lightly running your tongue along my slit. My juices begin flowing harder now at the thought of the pleasure in store for me. My hips begin rocking in search for pleasure. You continue your exploration of my warm, wet folds, your tongue going deeper, licking harder. Your tongue grazes my clit making me jump and moan. I am breathing hard. The sound mingles in my ears in time with the falling rain an intense mixture of sounds and feelings. I feel insulated inside my own world with you protected by the rain outside. You focus in on my swollen clit, flicking it back and forth with your tongue. A steady cadence causing little sparks to jolt throughout my body, building and building in intensity. A sudden explosion and I scream out in orgasm. I reach down to you pressing your head hard to my mound as my orgasm reaches a fever pitch. Suddenly a second even more intense waive washes over me and I violently arch up off of the bed. A moan of pleasure explodes from deep within my throat, my body reacts from an ancient primal level, my actions are not my own. Before I am able to recover from my orgasm, you climb back up the bed and enter me hard and fast. My body arches up off the bed and my orgasm begins anew. Explosion after explosion rocks my body as we begin the most intimate of dances. Our bodies entwined as one. You begin rocking your hips your hard cock stroking in and out of my body. I automatically match your rhythm. I lock my ankles around your hips pulling you closer as you pin my arms to the bed bracing yourself above me looking into my eyes. I am hypnotized by your gaze. I am unable to look away. Without warning, my orgasm washes over me and I cry out. You increase your rhythm your strokes becoming stronger and more demanding. I feel your cock swell inside of my pussy and I know you are close. I tighten my legs around your hips pulling you even closer. Our eyes are locked in an intense gaze. I feel you tense and explode. This triggers another orgasm to rip through my body in cue with yours. Neither of us makes a sound as we continue grinding against each other riding a waive of pleasure. We collapse against each other enjoying the calm that washes over us, a mixture of our juices puddle on my thighs. You roll onto your back and pull me against your side. I lay my head on your chest and listen to your steady breathing. You stroke my hair. Suddenly I hear you laugh and speak the first words of the evening. "Too bad it doesn't rain more often." I just giggle and relax against you. The Rain I'm lying with my head between her legs, between her thighs. As I kiss and lick her skin I can hear the gentle sound of rain outside. She caresses her bosom for pleasure, pinching her nipples, as I worship her with my tongue. We're both naked. I'm feeling a bit cold so as I kiss my way upwards over her body I drag the covers with me. My lips brushing against her sweet soft skin. She offers herself up with a wide embrace. As I kiss her breasts her arms enfolded me, caressing my head and back. Gently holding me towards her. I listen to her heart for a while, just smiling at her heartbeats. Listening to her breathing before I continue slowly kissing my way to her wondrous lips. Nibbling ever so lightly on her delicate and sensitive neck. Light kisses along her jawline... and then we kiss. Slowly we kiss for an eternity, drunk off of each others lips. Intoxicated by each other as the rain's falling outside. I caress her cheeks, her hair. Loosing my fingers in it as I explore it. Loosing my soul into her deep eyes. We kiss again. Feeding a hunger that'll never end. Leaning on one hand I try to spread her lower lips and aim at the same time. She smiles, gently, at my fumbling. Seizing my gaze with her eyes she seizes my staff with her hands. Moving it she slides the tip against herself, my hand managing to spread her lips a little. She's caressing herself with my member, masturbating us both at the same time. She dips it in a little, letting the tip get a taste of her. She urges me on and then I just let it slide into her with a deep-felt sigh. Fully immersed we kiss, she locks her ankles behind me, around me. Her hands on my back, caressing and digging into my skin. My lips are hers, my member surrendering to the wet and warm comfort of her cave. Slowly we begin finding a rhythm. With our hips, our tongues, our blood... thrusting slowly into her, deeply, as her thighs squeeze me as if trying to crush and push me further in at the same time... Slowly taking her... or is she taking, consuming, me? Dancing the ancient dance, the dance of desire, as the rain's falling outside. Her hands wander down and grab my tush as I thrust in deep, kissing deeply at the same time. Needing to breathe I break of the kiss for a moment, opening my eyes and loosing myself in hers. Her hands wandering up to caress all along my spine up to the back of my head. Smiling, in love. Faster, rubbing our pelvic bones against each other. The upside root of my staff against her clit, rubbing. She kisses, nibbles, on my earlobe. As I thrust faster, wanting to die inside of her. Quicker, harder. Moaning, breathing hard. I want her, feeling her bosom against my chest. Her nipples against mine. I want to melt into her... vanish into her... Passion rising in my blood, desire racing through my veins, the need for release taking over me. Working harder as she squeezes my bum almost painfully, digging in her fingers. Thrusting deeper, harder, faster. Arching my back as I send my pulsating member into her. The surroundings are starting to become a blur, my mind focusing more and more on the need... She pulls me down, close, for a kiss. Embracing me and stopping me in my tracks. Surrounding me and distracting me with her lips... suddenly she's turned me around unto my back and she's riding me. Triumphantly she rises. The covers act like her cape, hanging from her shoulders. Her bare bosom hanging over me like ripe fruits, a promise of delights to come if I just let my tongue taste them. If I let my hands reach out and pick them. Like a gracious victor she soothes her vanquished victim with a kiss. Her kiss upon my lips I'm still somewhat frustrated. Rising back up again she's smiling, toying with me. My pelvis acts out of it's own volition and I start thrusting into her as much as I can. She waves a finger at me, telling me that we're going to take it slowly. Ever so slowly she begins a rolling rhythm, moving her pelvis back and forward. More like a belly dancer than a rider. She twists a nipple of mine and I cringe, like the love-slave I am with her. My hands caressing her thighs, sliding up over her soft and sweet skin to those ripe fruits that I so long to taste again. Compassionately she leans forward, giving me another taste of fruits that would be the pride and joy of any orchard. I lick her nipples, her erect and tempting nipples. As she slowly rides me I want to tempt her more and more, running my fingers slowly and lightly along her spine in a way that I know drives her crazy with delight. She pushes me down into the bed, hard. Kissing me like a demon, raping my mouth. Her lips allover my upper body, biting my chest in a way she knows drives me crazy. Nibbling on my neck like a vampire she's driving me over the edge of sanity. I can't keep my fingers from digging into her skin, wanting to devour her. Squeezing her bottom, trying to masturbate myself by her, wanting to help increase her rhythm. The bed, the room, is getting warmer and warmer. Starting to feel hot almost. Rising up I see that the fire in her eyes has increased, her regard decreased. Regard for what? Everything. Everything and anything beyond pleasure. Beyond human physical delight. Her hands kneading my shoulders she dives down for another kiss, assaulting and raping my mouth completely before she rises again, even biting my lip. Back up there's a new glow in her eyes, the hellfire of desire gazing down on me. I'm biting my own lip as she rides me with more and more power. Faster, harder. I can feel the muscles around her cunt contracting around my member. Kneading my staff like a piece of dough. Squeezing it like the hand of an experienced milkmaid. Our pelvises joined in purpose, joined in the sprint towards salvation. Release and salvation. Her hands squeezing my chest and shoulders, edging closer to my neck, she's riding me. Bouncing on my groin, our pelvises attracting and rejecting each other in a frenzied rhythm. Sweating as we consume our passion, devouring each others lust. My buttocks are bouncing off the sheets, lifting my whole lower body to meet her groin. Finally she's riding me like I desire, full of fire. More and more, I'm biting my own lip by now. Squirming under her as I feel it closing in on me. Her whole body is pulsating, slowly opening and contracting as it's preparing to go, to blow. Her long hair's flowing down her back, a beautiful mane. Our breathing is laboured, heavy efforts to consume our love. Both of us just want to go faster and harder. So hard and so fast that even though her cunt is almost overflowing we'ld both soon catch fire just by friction alone. My wood-like part aching for it's reward. Almost there... almost there... I loose it, almost screaming I come straight up into her. Arching my back as my body pumps out each droplet. She never stops. She just rides me hard, going for her pleasure, desperate to succeed. Each twitch going through my body taking away more of my energy reserve until I'm feeling almost depleted. I remain firm. It's the only part of me that doesn't feel like freshly cooked spaghetti. Much more sensitive after my release her continued ride is sweet torture to me. It's difficult to achieve but sometimes it is just barely possible enough for it to happen. I feel a second time coming on. It's driving me crazy, I must have it. Luckily she's riding me, forcing me, straight into it. Pain and pleasure mixing in my head until it drives me from my mind, leaving a primitive pleasure-driven animal in place of an intelligent soul. She's shaking, shuddering. Moaning like a volcano about to blow. Below her I'm contracting, my body feeling like in a cramp or seizure. Going hard as steel before, just before. She milks me yet but she's loosing control. Forcing myself to hang on to her hips because I just couldn't bare to miss out. Her moan an explosion. The frantic ride soon coming to an end. Desperate for it we squeeze out the last molecule of pleasure from our intimate game. Our private earthquake disintegrates me. A tiny droplet and I'm in pieces. The second is always larger. This one rips me apart. I arch and collapse. if my member was sensitive before it's more than hyper-sensitive now. Her dance of delight drove me over the edge and into the abyss. Leaving me with water in my veins, custard in my bones and jello for muscles and sinew... we pulsate together drained and draining... Panting the last flashes of lust are experienced. A long while before we can even kiss, before we can move our heads and lips into position. The last pulses echoing through our system as we lie intertwined in our ever so slowly cooling bed. She's lying on my chest, as soon as she's able to speak she tells me she's listening to my heart. I tell her it's beating out of love for her. Soon there after we kiss, slowly. Tentatively. As if either free of desire or just to tired for it... a little later we fall asleep together, spooning. Outside the rain is still falling... The Rain I am woken up very early in the morning to the sound of rain. It's pitch dark in the room. The usual faint red glow of the radio alarm clock non-existent. There is an eerie silence, except for the sound of the rain and your breathing. I nuzzle in closer to your warm naked body, laying my head on your chest and feeling the rise and fall as you sleep. Relying only on touch I run my hand lightly down your chest, and over your stomach. Being careful not to wake you yet, I gently run my fingers over your sleeping cock and get an immediate response. Before it has the chance to reach a full erection, I take it entirely into my mouth. As I slide it in and out it grows and hardens. I hear your breathing change to a little growl as I stroke the shaft while I suck and nuzzle your balls with my nose. I feel your hands rubbing my head as you wake. Your shaft becomes slippery with pre-cum as I continue to stroke it. I lick a little off the head, savoring the taste. I stop what I'm doing and ask you to come outside with me. It's still raining, but it's a warm rain. I lead you out to the lush soft lawn in the back yard. As the rain pelts our naked bodies I get extremely aroused. "I want to fuck you in the rain," I say as we kiss, "but I don't want you to do a thing." I pull you down to the soft wet grass and lay you on your back. I lick the rainwater off your neck as I straddle your stomach then slowly slide your rock hard cock into my hot wetness. I slowly grind up and down on your cock while holding your hands down. I pick up the pace a little and grind much more aggressively. I can feel the rain running down my back and between my legs intensifying the sensation. I let go of your hands and lean back enough to stroke your balls as I ride your rock hard stick. When I cum, my whole body shudders as it's overcome with shockwaves. I collapse onto your chest, my breathing is ragged. You feel the spasms inside of me as I constrict my pc muscles to prolong the pleasure. Once I recover, I want to make you cum hard and I want it to be in my ass. I take your cock, slippery with my juices, and slowly guide it up my tight hole. I go down as far as I can then slowly slide up and down. I move a little faster and more forceful as you respond with heavier breathing and growls. The heat our bodies generate was enough to make steam as the rain beats down upon us. I feel your hands grab my hips and pull me down hard on you as you cum. I can feel the fast hot bursts as it shoots out and fills me up. I lay in to you staying connected. We lay there on the grass in the rain for a while letting the rain cool our bodies and recovering for the next round. The Rain I had always loved sitting in the rain. Here, on my parent's property, we have a private lake surrounded by the woods. It's as if it was just randomly placed on the property. Being the only child I was the only one to ever venture out there being it was at least a fifteen minute walk from our house. Although sometimes my friends and I would all go swimming out there in the summer. Ever since I was old enough to enjoy it I would go out there alone when it was raining and swim naked in the lake. It was a heavenly experience. I had already been swimming for nearly two hours when I decided to leave the water, laying on a blanket, just enjoying the feel of the rain on my bare skin. Laying there my mind began to wander. I may only be eighteen years old but I had definitely seen a few things beyond that. If you get my drift. I assume its because I'm what most would call a pretty boy. Short dark brown hair, eyes to match, and an excellent body, six pack and all, standing at 6'1. My hand started drifting over my nipples, pinching them slightly, as a memory of my best friend came to my mind. He never knew I thought of him like that but he had to of been one of the sexiest men alive. He was about 6'2, great body, beautiful blue eyes, and short blonde hair. This guy had the works. Slowly my hand slid lower, making up a little scene involving him in my mind. I started massaging my nine-inch cock. Already feeling it springing to life. I slowly stroked it up and down, envisioning his hand on my huge cock. I reached down with my other hand and started pulling at my balls. I moaned aloud really starting to get into it when I heard a noise from near by. It didn't seem like one of those normal noises either. So much to my dismay I rose from the blanket, locating my shorts, which did nothing to hide my position. I looked around a little, seeing nothing, so I assumed it was just my imagination. I ran my fingers threw my hair and decided to get back to, shall we say, the task at hand. Even more turned on then before, simply because I had been unexpectedly interrupted, I fisted my cock hard. Using my free hand to play with my balls and sometimes letting a finger venture around the ring of my ass. Then I heard it again. It sounded like a stick cracking and it was closer this time. I whipped my head around to find my best friend standing there with his dick in his hand, oozing precum, and without even a glance from me my cock erupted. I'd been waiting for a chance like this and now it was here… I rose from the blanket, wiping away the cum on my stomach at the same time. He took two steps and had his tongue in my mouth, with a hand on my ass before I knew what happened. Still neither of us said anything as I stripped him between kisses. Completely naked he took my hand, leading me to the blanket. He lay on top of me so he could rub his rock hard cock against my own. Slowly he worked his way down, stopping to bite my nipples, then continuing south. His biting was turning me on even more then I already was. Then as if he were reading my mind he got to my thighs and bit them. Without hesitation he licked the precum from the head of my penis. He took just the head in his mouth sucking hard, stopping just before I orgasmed. I was moaning uncontrollably as he took my entire nine inches into his mouth, deep throating me. Using one hand he played with my balls, the same as I had. With the other he was stroking himself furiously. Noticing this I pulled him around into a 69, immediately taking him into my mouth. I could tell he was very close to coming because he began fucking my mouth very quickly. He moaned loudly around my cock as I felt the first stream hit my tongue. That was all it took and I started cumming. I swallowed every last drop while he wound up with a bit on his cheek. He rolled off of me and came to lay, panting, next to me. With his fingers he wiped the cum from his face and sucked it off of them. Just the sight of this had me hard once again. I bit at his neck while he still lay there breathing heavily. I worked my hand over his chest and downward. He quickly sprang to life. His member slapping against his stomach almost immediately. I rubbed him until I saw little droplets of precum start to form on the tip. I wiped it away with my finger and placed it at his asshole, using it as a lubricant. I rubbed it around then quickly pushed my finger inside him. He groaned and pushed himself down on my hand. I went in and out slowly, adding two more fingers. For the first time he spoke. It was all he said and it was barely above a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need to feel you." I removed my hand and turned him over all in one try. He was on all fours waving his ass at me waiting. I couldn't contain myself any longer, no matter how much kneeling behind him was the best moment of my life. That was until I felt the head of my cock enter him. I pushed all the way in and pulled almost all the way back out. We both moaned deep in our throats and I couldn't help myself, I grabbed his hips and started slamming in and out of him. Making him meet my thrusts. You could hear my balls slapping his and our hips meeting every time. I reached around and started stroking his cock, matching my thrusts. Hearing him moaning was all it took and I went into the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I pushed deep inside of him. Feeling me cum inside him, he came all over the blanket. He rolled over and I lay down next to him, giving him a kiss. Nothing has been the same since… The Rain From a distance, you can see the rain coming. Almost looking forward to it since it has been so hot out. Need something to cool it down, cool me down. I pull slowly into your driveway. You are sitting on the love seat swing, rocking slowly back and forth. You turn and smile at me. I look in my mirror to make sure my hair is ok. I get out of the car and straighten my clothes. I am wearing a thin red cotton spaghetti string sundress with my red heels. You have always loved this dress on me. I start to walk over to you. You are sitting there, shorts and a t-shirt, lemonade in your hand and a big grin on your face. I can tell you have something stirring in that devilish mind of yours. I sit down next to you and give you a quick kiss. You tell me how you have been waiting for me. You hand me an extra lemonade you had poured earlier. I take it from you and lay back with your arm around me. We start talking about things and the weather. You can smell the rain coming. I say to you we should probably go inside and you said not yet, that it was still a ways away. You take my glass from me and put it down. You look in my eyes and tell me that you have been thinking about me all day. How badly you wanted me, needed me. Then you lean over and kiss me. You lips tightly against mine, your tongue dancing in my mouth. I didn't want it to end. You break away from my lips, kissing slowly down my cheek and neck. Your warm breath on my skin makes me want to melt. You slowly move up to my ear and whisper to me. You tell me how you want to make love me, how you want to do it right there, with the rain pouring down on us. Just the thought of it make me quiver with pleasure. Not more than 1 minute after you say that, I feel a few drops on my skin. You move back down to my neck, kissing, nibbling. The rain starts coming down a little bit harder. You take your tongue and start licking the drops off me, still moving your way down my neck. Our bodies are now wet from the rain. You slowly lay me down on the swing, moving back a little ways to gaze at me. My dress now wet and clinging to every curve on my body. You can tell I have no bra on from the clinginess of my dress and the hardness of my nipples. You look me in the eyes and tell me I am the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. At this point, I am completely under your spell. You take one hand and pull down the strap and top of my sundress to expose one of my nipples. You lean over and take my nipple in your mouth. I can feel my clit starting to ache, wanting attention so bad. You take your other hand and pull the other side down, then taking that breast in your hand, using your finger to roll my nipple. You hear me starting to moan which makes you play with them more. You take one hand a move it slowly down the curve of my body. My hips rise up in anticipation. With your mouth still sucking on my nipple, your hands moves past my hips, down my leg and under my dress only to travel back up. I feel the tip of your fingers reach my panties and I let out a very big moan. You take the side of my panties and start to pull them down. You use the other hand to help and completely remove them. Next thing I know, you pick me up from the swing and carry me over to the picnic table. You lay me down with my ass right at the edge. You take both of my legs and bend them up on to the table, raise my dress over my knees and kneel in front of me. Next thing I felt is your warm tongue on my pussy. I could have cum with in seconds but let myself relax and enjoy your tongue dancing over my lips. You take your tongue and go up and down my lips, in a circle around my hole and up to my clit. It feels so good. I start to play with my nipples. I feel your tongue on my clit, sending wonderful sensations through me. Then I feel you insert a finger inside of me. I start to move my hip in motion with your finger. Next I feel another one. I don't know how much longer I can last. With your tongue flicking my clit and your fingers fucking my pussy, I couldn't hold it anymore and cum hard. You can feel my juices rush down on your fingers. You were hard before but you became much harder after feeling that. You take your fingers out of me, lick my juices off of them, put them back in and start licking my clit again. I start to cum again, bucking my hips, moaning very loudly. This time when you take your fingers out of me, you spread my juices on my asshole. Then you take your fingers, play with my clit and lick the juice from my ass. This send shivers up and down my spine. Again I cum hard, bucking very wildly that you can't even keep your fingers and tongue there anymore. Laying there, trying to catch my breath wondering, what is next? You pull my legs down to hang off the table and lean over to kiss me. Your crotch is pressed up against me and I can feel how hard you are. I kiss down your cheek and whispering in your ear, begging you to please fuck me. You look up at me and tell me anything you want love. You stand up and pull down your shorts. I see your big hard cock standing at attention for me. There is a lot of pre-cum at the tip. You take your cock and start playing with my clit. I beg you to please fuck me. I want your cock in me so bad. You slowly move the head down to the opening of my pussy and push it in just a little. I try and thrust my hips to get more of you inside but you move back. You are going to make me wait for this. You again put it again in me just a little more and pull out. You can see in my eyes you are driving me crazy and you are loving every minute of it. You do it again, a little deeper this time. Then you take your hard cock and push it hard and deep inside of me. I gasp from being filled up. You fit so perfectly inside of me. I am so wet and tight, you could feel all my muscles surrounding your cock. You start moving your hips slow and deep, leaning over every once and a while to lick my nipples or kiss my lips. Then you start to move faster, harder. I hear wonderful moans coming from you and the look in your eyes of pure pleasure. You pull out and I give you this look of disbelief. You pull me up and turn me around so my stomach and chest are now on the table. You grab my hips and insert your hard cock back in to me. I let out a small scream from the pleasure I feel. You hold on to my hips and thrust yourself fast and hard inside of me. You are hitting the right spot and I start to cum again. You feel the warm rush on your cock and the contractions squeezing it, massaging it. This is too much for you and you cum deep inside of me, each thrust deeper, moans louder and louder. I can feel you twitch inside of me. You lay your body against mine. I take my pussy muscles and squeeze your cock. This makes you jump. You like this but it is also too sensitive at the same time, but I don't stop. Finally you pull out of me, stand me up, turn me around and give me the deepest kiss I have ever had. It makes me melt in your arms. You look at me and say maybe we should continue this inside. I just give you a big smile, grab your hand and lead you in the house. The Rain The sky was a deep red and the stars were beginning to make their appearance as she opened the back door to the deck. The soft whisking of a drummer's brush sounded from the jazz playing quietly on the stereo inside. Her long dark hair was still wet from her shower and her white dressing robe clung nicely to her body. Holding a well deserved mixed drink in one hand and pulling the screen door closed behind her with the other she moved toward her favorite evening chair on the back deck. The sun had set nearly an hour ago on yet another hot summer day and the cool evening breeze was drifting along rustling the leaves on the trees. It was dark enough now that with the house lights off she couldn't be seen by any of the neighbors and that was how she liked it: A clean body, a nightcap and the night sky. She let out a peaceful, contented sigh as she sat down and allowed the tension from the day drift away with the night breeze. She slowly sipped her drink, watched the evening birds fly over head and listened to the crickets sing an evening tune. A strong gust blew through for a minute and she turned her head into the wind and let it lift her still damp hair from her face. Closing her eyes she let herself be embraced by the warm force. The breeze died away as quickly as it had come but her smile lingered. The smile, brought on by those thoughts of him, always lingered. She pictured him from years ago standing strong; breathing in the cold winter wind that he loved so much. A strong, cold wind always made his face light up with a sense of aliveness and connection to the world. She sighed; it had been a long time since she had seen him and even longer since she had seen that look on his face. He had been gone now for years, married another woman. She had no one to blame for loosing him other than herself. They had met when she was young, and she hadn't been prepared for the feelings meeting him had brought. The only way she could describe it to herself or others was that when she was next to him it was like the explosions of stars and collisions of planets were tiny compared to the existence she knew through him. Maybe that's how everyone feels when in love. Maybe it was something special. Either way it had terrified her. She had pushed him away. He had gone, she had grown up and time had passed. They still spoke and she hadn't been wrong about who he was, she was as much his true love as he was hers. But it was too late and the purity of the soul must sometimes take a back seat to the reality of wives, carpools, jobs, kids and even lawn care. Well, whatever it had been she, had come to accept her fate of living with just thoughts of him and daydreams of a future she knew she would never have. It was those thoughts, those memories that had brought the peaceful smile this evening. She pulled a spare deck chair over to prop her feet upon and lay her head back to look up at the sky. As the night grew darker, more stars appeared. Her mind drifted back to him, as it often did in the quiet of the night. She thought of his smile, his crystal blue eyes, and for a moment she felt as though she could almost hear his voice. She missed the way he smelled and liked to remember how it was laying next to him breathing in his scent. He smelled like home. Like cold winter winds and hot summer rains all mixed together. The sky darkened further and a distant rumble brought her from her silent reverie. Looking west she saw the stars disappearing behind what must be a dark cloud. She took another sip and moved the chairs to face the oncoming storm. She wondered what it would be like to have him there next to her, to enjoy the storm together. She sighed and smiled. That would be nice. Her mind cleared of all but the truest feelings in her heart. She let herself picture him beside her. She reached out her hand and closed her eyes. She could almost feel his hand take hers, hear his breathing, feel him looking at her. The storm moved closer and the wind began to pick up. She wrapped the dressing robe around her legs and tucked the edges in between her thighs. She took another sip and lay her head back; her hand still outstretched to feel his. In her mind he was there next to her. He held her hand and gently moved his fingers along hers, their palms to each other. She curled her fingers as he entwined his fingers in hers and moved his other hand over to run his finger tips over the back of her hand. She smiled and let her body relax. The wind blew one side of her robe aside revealing her leg. She felt his lips on her hand, gently kissing each fingertip. He moved up to her wrist and turned her hand over to kiss the underside of it. "I love you." She whispered to the empty space. "I love you too." The empty space seemed to respond. There were many times when her dreams had felt so real that she wondered if he was having the same ones. He continued to kiss the underside of her wrist and then farther up her arm. She moved her hair aside to allow him to kiss her neck. She let out a small gasp at the thought of his lips on her neck. The feel of his warm breath and just the tip of his tongue as he gently kissed and licked her neck and ear lobes sent chills up and down her. Her eyes still closed she turned her head and parted her lips slightly. She felt him lean in and press his lips to hers. She smiled, the last time she had kissed him he had been self-conscious because it had been the dead of winter and his lips were quite chapped. She loved how that kiss had felt and was thinking about it now as her lips moved gently in open air. His tongue danced into her mouth and hers into his. She moved the hand he had been holding up and placed it by her cheek. She could almost feel his skin next to her. Small droplets had begun to fall. It was then that it really hit her- his scent - the smell of his flesh, the smell of his being surrounded her. She let the light rain hit her face as she continued to kiss him. Each drop brought another sweet kiss from him. She ran a hand down her robe to her breast, taking his hand with it. She covered his hand with hers as he cupped her large breast in his hand. She reached up with her other hand and stroked his head, running her fingers over his shaved scalp and down to the top of his neck. She had always found that so sexy. It was like there was nothing there to get in the way of feeling more connection to him. The kiss lingered. Lazily, she moved her hand back down to cover his hand on her breast. She fondled it with him and then taking the edge of the robe in one finger she pulled it over, exposing her naked breast. She could feel his hand running over her swelling nipple as she continued to kiss him. The rain and wind picked up slightly and she arched her back, pulling the other side of her gown off of her shoulder allowing the rain, his rain, to fall on both of her exposed breasts. Eyes closed she felt him lean down over one in his mouth. She remembered the times he'd done that before and how gently he would lick each one. She had loved watching him suckle on her tits while she stroked his head. She played with her breasts, feeding the one to the empty space that currently held her lover. Both of her nipples were dripping from the rain and her robe was getting damp. She gently undid the belt and let the robe fall open exposing her body to the world. In her mind it was only to him, but in her mind he was the world. The rain beat down on her body, dripping off the sides of her belly and in between her breasts. She ran her hands across herself. She touched the wetness of her neck and moved down across her breasts to her belly and hips. She bent her legs up so she could rub them too. To her, he was doing all of it. Her legs, still bent, rested on the second chair as she took in his scent and felt his lips move all over her. A kiss with each raindrop that fell. She sighed contently at the feeling of his lips on her body and let her legs fall apart. She moved one foot to the ground and left the other on the extra chair. Her shaved vaginal lips were spread wide and she could now feel him gently kissing her there. Light little kisses all over her pussy. She tried to keep it always shaved because she thought he had liked it and even with him being gone these many ears she hadn't changed. She did a lot of things because she thought he would like them. A lot of things that would make him happy when he came home. She moved her hands over her breasts as he continued with his raindrop kisses between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as they could to let him taste all of her. She felt his warm breath oh her lips, felt his tongue dance along her opening and his lips gently kissing her clit. Running her fingers through her hair as the rain picked up to a full downpour she moaned. The barrage of intense kisses and licks on her excited her more. "I want you inside me." She murmured out loud. She pushed the extra chair away and moved her ass to the edge of the chair. Eyes closed. She felt him move between her legs. She moved one hand off her breasts and down to her mound. She ran her fingers along the top delicately as she imagined him guiding his cock to her. "Please, I need to feel you as part of me." She begged softly as her fingers found her swollen clit and began to caress it gently. She felt him push himself against her opening and she moaned softly. They had not truly made love during their time together. He had wanted to wait until the time was just right. He slid the tip in and she moaned again. Slowly he entered her. She stopped playing with her clit and sat back to enjoy the feeling as he pushed himself all the way into her up to his balls. He moved slowly, not wanting the event to be anything less than perfect. Equally slowly, he began to pull himself back out. She had always imagined that the feeling of the tip of his cock moving slowly in and out of her would be incredible. The rain, falling down her fingers, washing down over her most private of places was filling her as he was filling her. He leaned in and kissed her again. Her lips parted. The smell of him from the growing wind made her yearn for his passion even more. "You are my world." She whispered to the air. "I am so glad you are with me tonight." He began to move faster as he made love to her... gently but faster. The rain was getting strong and she was drenched. The wind picked up and blew over her cup. It only registered with her for a second that the cup had fallen. She was where she needed to be and he was there and nothing else mattered. The house could have fallen over and she wouldn't have cared. She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed into her. He moaned as her pussy tightened on him during her first little climax. His raindrop fingertips danced across her body as he pushed into her, deeper and faster. She continued pinching her nipples as the heavy drops stimulated her clit. "Take me, my love." She cried out piercing the storm to the end of the universe. Thunder and wind answered her with powerful gusts as his human desire pumped harder and faster into her. Her muscles clench in a desire to hold him inside her, reluctantly releasing him when he withdrew. The feeling started deep in side her, she knew she would be climaxing soon, but wanted one thing from him to help her. "Fill me." She moaned. Her body shook as the storm and his desire pulled her closer to the edge. Thrashing with the power of the thunder that surrounded her exposed body. She screamed at the night, begging him to fill her, for him to release himself deep inside her. The wind raged and the deck trembled with each roll of thunder. His deep moan came to her on the wind. She yelled at the night sky and shook with his release. She was spent, yet overwhelmed by the power of their joining. The rain had made him so real for her, washed over them, cleansing them, keeping this pure and wonderful. Lying for a moment, she imagined him kissing her, holding her. She didn't want to open her eyes, he wouldn't be there if she did and she wanted to keep him with her as long as possible. The storm eventually passed. The smell that came with it drifted away too. Eyes still closed she tilted her head to one side and kissed her now resting lover. She opened her eyes and contently sighed. She pulled the now nearly useless robe back around her and picked up the spilled cup. One hand still outstretched, her fingers entwined in his, she walked back into the house holding his hand. It was time for bed. "Perchance to dream." as they say. Miles away a man lay next to his sleeping wife. He felt a calmness envelop him as the storm that had just raged passed away into the distance. He was lying on his side with his back to his wife. One arm was slightly outstretched off the side of the bed. His fingers curled as though tenderly holding his lover's hand. A calm smile danced across his lips as he pulled his arm back under the bed sheets. "I love you too." He mouthed to the empty night. The occasional distant rumble broke the silence as he drifted into the sleep of a fulfilled man. The Rain, A Nymph, & The Hottest Evening of My Life Outside the wind was blowing and another hurricane was creeping down on us. I was worried that the barn might be uprooted for the second time in a month, and the animals would be swept away. I prayed with a vengeance, like never before. I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened the door – creek - and there in front of me stood the most ravishing, intensely striking girl/ woman I had ever set my eyes upon. She was angelic. I swore she was an angel. "Hello," she said in a voice I was certain Miriam (Mose's sister in the Bible) would have sounded like. Soothing, with only the hesitancy of the sensitivity one would have for other's needs. Flawless in its tone. Spontaneous in its rhythm. "Hello," I replied staring at this hauntingly peaceful splendor, perhaps 18 or 19 years old. Her eyes stared back at me. My wonder of her, grew as I noticed that her right eye was boyish blue and her left eye was the green of a perfect gem. "I was walking through the area, and became very frightened, with the wind and all. Could I come in, dear sir?" the goddess asked. My mind was running a full 100-meter dash and I became anxious at my own thoughts. I felt as though God had arrived at my doorstep and I wanted to please her. I wanted to give back to the supreme deity in a way, which I have never been able to do. For years, I had prayed and offered funds to orphans, widows and the deaf mutes. I had volunteered at the local food bank, and assisted abused men, helping them get back on their feet. Oh, those nights working with lepers in South Africa and those days surrounded by victims of Typhoid and other infectious diseases. I had tried so hard to be a good man, to be a good doctor and hoped that God had recognized my struggle, in a positive fashion. She walked into my home. I wasn't certain whether I had invited her in or not. Instinctually I greeted her by reaching for her soaking wet coat and asked her if she would like to remover her stilettos, "for some snuggly slippers instead." She did. She wanted to. As the gentleman that I was raised to be, I helped her remover her shoes. I slipped my hand onto her shoulder and with the other I gripped her arm and eased her back onto my plush Victorian couch. Oh my God. Her feet. As I slipped off one of her shoes, I saw, for the first time, her ravishing feet. Oh my God. I am dizzy. You should have seen them. There in my callused hands, hard from years of toil, was a fragile foot, perhaps size 4 or 5, that shone like the sunrise. I was touching the softest skin ever, and her toes appeared faultless in stature and prominence, painted the colour of Dorothy's ruby red shoes. Slowly but deliberately I leaned forward and kissed her large toe - without invitation. I tasted the dampness and ruggedness of her trek through the forest, yet quickly realized that its taste was flecked with sweetness and sexuality. I kissed each toe dozens of big and small items; sucked them with desperation as my hands massaged the arch of her foot, stopping every moment or so to apply pressure to those points that would make her moan. I pushed. She looked at me with the sensuality of a woman; the childness of a nymph and my penis began to awaken. Her legs had become uncovered to the thigh and my hands started a long exploration, higher and higher as she moaned deeper and deeper, as I sucked harder and harder on those holy toes. The moment never seems to fade as it might with other angels. As I sucked on her five toes, my desire to taste her twisted away at me in a way, which makes one crave the apple of Eden, but reviles it simultaneously. It's the feeling of waking up next to a magnificent person, and asking them to leave. A sexual oxymoron! (Don't judge others. You too have felt this way). It was my fight like Jacob's heel. This was my foot fight. As I ate her right foot I reached down for her left. She had already slipped off her shoe and I raised her leg so that both feet were millimeters from my tongue, teeth and pallet. I could hear the rain continue its bounding on my home and lightning struck around us, as thunder bellowed and screamed at the sky. My thoughts turned to feelings, and back again. I was able to analyze her as I concentrated on the child's needs, more so than my own. She seemed to evolve into a mature woman, the more she became squeamish with excitement. Her high cheekbones and full mouth seemed to be of European descent, and her long, straight neck and shapely shoulders could only belong to a ballerina or world-class dancer. I felt her skin and considered the velvety texture of it, even on the bottoms of her feet. It was different now. The softness…it seemed as though she had not walked at all to get her, and this struck me as being strange. This adolescent, grown-up lady, stuck her breasts majestically, so that I could see them in their fullness and perkiness. I was a great lover of large, buxomness and joyed by the sight of these mammaries - maybe 38D or even E. Yet she carried them like an aging expensive hooker would carry hers. Proud. Proportioned. Available, if she wanted. My eyes were close and my mind and soul were in-flight feeling the sensation of freedom and life within me. She reached forward and with angelic adeptness unzipped my pants. My penis, hard and attentive jumped at her like a jack-in-the-box waiting to be fondled. Her mouth opened wide and my penis entered it. She sucked me right down her throat and began to develop a rhythm with every stroke. She was making passionate assionately love to my cock and I was convinced that she was it. It? The savior. The savior of what? I didn't know, but I know nothing else in earth compared to her cock-sucking. She licked me and held the tip of my cock between her fingers. Harder and harder she squeezed until I yelped; until she eased her grip and with both hands wet with her saliva – she masturbated my six-inch cock. Up and down, with the speed of a bullet, she yanked me. I had never felt my cock so hard. "How much cum could I have, " I wondered? Was I going to expire when I came? I was terrified and she seemed to know this. AS she sucked and stroked, she whispered to me in a harmonic way, "You will be fine my dear. Just enjoy. You will live," she laughed. My breathing was getting harder and harder as I stood in front of her. My tongue was no longer concerned with her feet as I was now the recipient of her touch. My cock was all the way down her throat; it had disappeared, as she held my balls and rubbed them with her fingertips, seemingly very aware of the nerve endings – where other's had not been. I lapsed into unconsciousness. My body was floating above me, above the earth, above the clouds. A halo appeared over me, and a gentle, serene tune began to play. I felt warmth, a wet warmth overtake me and all the people I had ever really, really loved were surrounding me. Every good feeling I had ever had, came back to me, and every intense orgasm that had ever left my body, had gathered for a reunion. I regretted nothing in my life at that very second, and the world appeared to be only good to me. I was dead. I was in heaven. All of a sudden, horns began to blast an announcement song. Great big bass drums joined the fray and a string section played in unison, all chords ever invented, and all those still not yet available to the public. The drums beat harder and a tambourine shook. Water splashed under me, like I was lying on the beach and swept into every crack of mine. Light drops of rain fell on me, and warm oil bathed my penis and my balls. I felt harder waves reach up into my ass and touch my g-spot, my prostate making my body jerk up and down with anticipation. My loved ones were off in a short distance laughing and hugging each other with love. Everyone was getting along. The drums beat harder as I felt a tongue touch the crown of my cock. I watched as this enormous tongue engulfed my erection and buried itself down to the base. My mother kissed me on the cheek and patted me on the head. My sister hugged me and told me to stay warm on the way to school. My father hugged me and told he always loved me, and made him proud. My girlfriends fought for me; my buddies gave me five and slapped my ass. My orgasm was coming and everything seemed so goddamned right. She prepared for it, I could see in her eyes, and it began. With the stubbornness of a train engine building up speed, my cum fought with every tale to stay down, but was beaten by my will to live. There it traveled, up my urethra and closer to my dick-hole; it gained momentum. She lapped harder and softer, and lovelier. Fuck, she was so beautiful, I was crying. With and without warning, my cum stuck its head out of my hole, and with the agility of a cougar leapt forward aiming for my loved one's mouth. Bingo, bango, Right on! My cum entered this angels waiting mouth and was downwards towardo her throat and soon- down her gullet. It leapt again, I yelled, and all the people cheered for me. It happened again, a nice long, milky spurt leapt out of my cock into her mouth; hitting her eye; splashing her hair. The noise was loud but lovely. Lights were flashing on and off and fireworks exploded overhead. My orgasm continued for ½ hour and I was spent. For those 30 minutes, I would cum and stop for a few more moments, and cum again. She would control my biology, my body so that it was safe, and mostly so that I would live again. Through her expertise, I came 134 times by the time that ½ hour was over – and I felt reborn. I opened my eyes and she stood in front of me. Her face changed every few seconds and took on the persona of all the people I had ever loved. Finally, my gorgeous visitor appeared to me. She said, "I must go now. Thank you so much for being such a fine host. I will always remember this. And with that, she turned and walked out of the house. I never saw her again, but my life was different every day after that. Tonight, it my last night on earth, because I am 90 and it is time to go. I wanted to write this story however, for all to read, to ensure the memory of not me, but this wonderful angel who came to visit me, when I needed her the most. Thank you. Good-bye. The Rain and His Voice It was early afternoon, raining like cats and dogs outside she sits on the bench in front of her picture window just looking out the kids were in school, and he was at work or so she thought. As she sits there staring almost dazed in a daydream, just then the phone rings answering it she hears that voice that she still can't get enough of even though she had only just heard it a few hours ago before he left for work. "Hey beautiful" he whispers. "Hey handsome, what are you doing?" "Oh I'm just sitting here at my desk, with all this work to do, but I can't seem to get my mind onto doing it." "Well you're not going to get if finished on the phone with me." "I know, but being on the phone with you is just so much better all this work is so mundane. What are you doing?" Just as she went to answer him he stops her. "Oh wait, I know what you're doing, you're sitting in front of the picture window, Staring out watching it rain aren't you?" "Yes how did you know that?" "I know my baby, she loves to sit in that very spot and look out that window when it rains." She smiled instantly realizing that he really does pay attention to the little things. "So what else do you know all the way from your office?" "She's wearing her favorite shirt which belongs to me, the one that I always can't seem to wear because it's usually always on her. The way that she's positioned with her knees drawn to the side of her, it's pulling my shirt taunt against her, her nipples erect, and aroused and poking at the material of my shirt. She's getting aroused sitting there thinking of my tongue flicking lightly over the tips of them. Paying special attention to each one as I suck them into my mouth, nibbling on them gently." She moans softly as she listens to his voice almost whispering in her ear knowing that he is just so right. She couldn't help but to rub her right nipple. "Oh honey, how are you going to get your work done sitting there talking like this to me?" she asks in a soft whimper. He just ignored what she was saying. "Oh look at her rubbing her right nipple, yeah my baby likes that, she can feel my hands caressing her breasts and her nipples, especially that right one, the one that sends erotic chills through her. I move in behind her, my hands resting on her thighs, her head falls back gently onto my shoulder. My fingers moving slowly toward her mound, her fingers wanting badly to slide down her body and join mine, she loves to help me pleasure her. Her eyes closing now, as her hand makes that slow descent down the front of her body, her nails gliding over her belly. Her legs unfolding from the side of her, there she goes opening those gorgeous legs for me, allowing my fingers access to her wetness. She's laying in my lap now, her legs spread for me. Her fingers sliding inside her baby blue thong that she knows I love on her. Slowly I slide myself out from underneath her, her eyes still closed making my way between her wonderful legs. Running my tongue over the outside of her thong the length of her juicy pussy." Just then there was a moment of silence on the phone. She gasped softly as she could actually feel his tongue. "Oh my god honey, how can you be possibly be doing this to me? I can feel you." He again didn't say a word; slowly he removes her thong, sliding his tongue along her wet, glistening, cum laden lips. That's when she realized that he wasn't at his office at all. His tongue sliding deep inside her She lets out with a scream of pleasure, reaching down her hands come to rest on the back of his head, pulling him in closer. Her hips gyrating against his mouth as his tongue probes even deeper. Her body begins to shake as her muscles contract down around his tongue, his tongue pushes deeper as her body spasms, and her hold on his head becomes tighter, her back arches, letting out with a sudden loud (almost window shattering loud) scream as her body erupts into wave after wave of very hard multiple orgasms. He is now in his glory as he swallows all her juices, licking and lapping at her lips to get what's left. Sucking her now very sensitive clit into her mouth flicking his tongue over it lightly he sent her into xanadu one more time as she hit yet another orgasm almost instantly. As her body began to settle, his hazel eyes locked onto her brown eyes, they didn't have to say a word, he just stared at her and her at him. Slowly he slid himself up her body, taking her into his arms as he leans in kissing her deep, sharing the taste of her own juices with her. As their kiss broke, he places his hands on the sides of her face…and whispers… "Now do I know what my baby likes?" "Oh my god yesssss you do." "Well that was only my appetizer baby, I am by no means done with you." And with that he held her like that for a few minutes and not another word had to be said. The Rain Came Down Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. A Jake Rivers Invitational Story Note from Jake Rivers: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as "Stormy Weather, "Foggy Mountain Top," "Dusty Skies", "Heat Wave", "Summertime Blues," and "Ballad of Thunder Road." Regards, Jake Inspired from the song by Steve Earle And the rain came downLike an angel come down from aboveAnd the rain came downIt'll wash you away and there ain't never enough * It took me a little over an hour to drive from Atlanta to Ellijay. I had to admire my wife's perseverance to drive this route every Saturday. I guess the sex was good. Maybe, just maybe, it was more than that. I didn't know because I never asked her. I do know for sure that Darlene had been meeting Clayton Mankey at his Ellijay cabin for over six months. We were extremely well known in the Atlanta social world, because of my wife's interests in philanthropic causes. She insisted that we attend openings, banquets, and fund drivers for anything that came along. Not only did it require my attention, but also my money. I loved my wife, but I had reached my limit. After the quite expensive weddings for our two daughters, I was hoping for some relaxation. However, Darlene, needed more, so she started looking for ego-stroking at other places. She found Clay Mankey at one of the fund raisers. I think that I knew from that first night, but never bothered to confirm my feelings until a few months later. If she had tried to meet him in the city, it would have been a disaster. She was too well known to sneak into a hotel. In Addition, she would never go to a motel under any circumstances, or to his condo. The cabin was perfect for them. After the long drive, there was a single-lane, dirt and gravel road leading about two miles through the mountains to the log and stone lodge. Clayton had a lot of money. He was a contractor who specialized in big government projects. In addition to making money, he seemed to have a knack for investing or using it wisely. Most of the land between the paved road and the cabin belonged to Clayton. I am sure that he had plans for it in the future. I drove all the way up to the cabin. I had one little thing to do and I had to do it quickly. With a small pair of wire cutters, I snipped the phone wires coming out of the box and going into the cabin. I carefully tucked the ends of the wires into the holes, so that it was not apparently that they had been cut. There was no cell phone service anywhere near the cabin. Now, there would be no land-line phone either. Twenty minutes later, I was back to the main road. It had been cloudy and overcast the whole way up there. Darlene didn't ask where I was going when I left early. I knew that she would be leaving about an hour later, as usual. We never questioned each other about such things. I guess that was a sign of the deterioration of the marriage. There was a gas station with a diner where Clayton's road turned off. Actually, it wasn't a gas station, but just a diner that had a few pumps out in front. I lucked out and got a booth by the front with a good view. About thirty minutes later, a full-sized black Hummer turned up the road. Clayton always liked to arrive in style. Gas prices meant nothing to him. Five minutes later, Darlene turned off in her Lexus GX470. And then the rains came. It wasn't a regular rain, but one of those, that last all day and never lets up. I had to get started quickly before the road became not passable. I am sure that Clayton was not worried about the muddy roads, but Darlene's Lexus wouldn't do as well. At this point it didn't matter, because they were not going anywhere. What amazed me about her meeting, was the timing. Tonight, we were having a fundraiser to save the Brazilian Three-toed Sloth. I am pretty sure that this was not what it was for, but it was something just as frivolous. She had been planning and preparing for over three months, yet she still had found time to get away, on the same day as the event, to see her lover. I have to admit that she had done a great job with the event. Even without her being there, it would be fine. My Outback wasn't as roadworthy as Clayton's Hummer, or as elegant as Darlene's Lexus, but it would get me where I needed to be, if I didn't dally around. I paid my bill and followed my wife and her lover up the mountain. Actually, it wasn't as much up, as it was just curvy as hell. Trying to bulldoze a road though mountains like these is difficult. You have to follow the terrain when possible and that is not always easy. The rains came and were showing no mercy. I got over halfway up to the cabin and decided to stop at a spot that had a place to turn around. The parka kept the rain off, but it got a little steamy inside by the time I got there. Darlene and her lover had been at the cabin for about thirty minutes. I was pretty sure she was going to make this a shorter visit than normal, so I got right to work. Actually, it didn't take me that long. All I did was cut the valve stems on both vehicles. There was no way that they could get the tires fixed and changed today. By the time the rains finished, the roads would be so bad that no tow truck driver in their right mind would even attempt to get up there. Their only option would be to walk to the diner and find some alternative transportation from there. Of course, they would not even realize what was going on until they had completed their lovemaking. They had no landline phone and no cell phone service. If he had any internet service, it was probably through the phone line also. Of course, he might have a satellite phone. That's the chance I would have to take. I was done. The rains still came. Twenty minutes later, I was on the 575 back to Atlanta. There was no real reason for my escapade, but I was just feeling mean. Darlene and I had been together since college. I moved to Atlanta from Pennsylvania to join one of the more prestigious accounting firms in the state. In less than ten years, I had my own accounting company that specialized in the food service industry. We took care of bookkeeping, payroll, taxes, and even retirement programs. A few of our customers went national, and we went with them. Our lifestyle grew with the amount of money I was making. Sometimes, I felt that I was having trouble keeping up. Things were fine until Darlene decided to improve her sex life. Of course, I might be wrong. Clayton was actually richer than I was. I didn't know for sure if Darlene was interested in his money or his body. I have to admit that he was better looking than I was, and he seemed to be in better shape. I guess that working on construction sites keeps you trimmer than sitting behind a desk all day. The son-of-a-bitch had more hair than I did also. I mean, I have not reached the point where I have to do a comb over, but it was not as thick as it used to be. I really didn't care why she did it, I just wanted it un-done. Tonight was going to be glorious. I was anxious to see if Darlene would make it or not. If she did arrive before it was over, she would be flustered and out of sorts. As I said before, there was no reason for doing what I did. I reached I75, and the rains were still coming. I would be leaving Atlanta immediately after the party. All the preparations had been made far ahead of time. I had sold the business two months ago, for cash and a twenty year percentage of the profits. Three weeks ago, Darlene signed the papers to sell the house to a close associate of mine. He was aware of my situation and was more than willing to tackle any difficulties that might arise as a result of the sale. He paid me a million dollars cash for a house worth three times that amount. Darlene thought that she was signing forms to refinance the mortgage. There was no mortgage. The rest of my preparations consisted of closing out accounts, credit cards, investments, and retirement policies. We had a few collectables in the house, that I had no trouble pre-selling. I would be taking Darlene's jewelry with me when I left. I was not going to leave her a half a million dollars worth of goodies that I had bought. Clayton Mankey was another problem. In addition to being rich, he was well-connected, both locally and statewide. Although he was not one of my clients, I had no trouble getting data on my adversary. I assigned a small team of my best people to collect everything that they could on his enterprises. It was standard procedure for Clayton to be win bids for government projects and take nice cuts off the top. The big problem was that the books didn't match. A school district project would be for three million dollars on their books, but Mankey Enterprises would indicate that they only got paid two million. Clayton got to pocket an easy million, minus a few kickbacks. Nobody ever checked the two against each other. There was no way that I could have gotten Clayton in trouble with the state or local authorities because they were as guilty as he was. The IRS however was extremely interested. Not only were they planning on ruining poor Clayton, but I was going to be getting a reward. At this point, I wasn't sure if I would be in a position to collect it, but maybe if I was lucky, things would work out. The rains came harder as I reached Atlanta. I figured that it would be another two or three hours until Darlene and Clay discovered their dilemma. I had a party to get ready for. The caterers and the other party people were busy when I arrived home. Darlene had planned on over two hundred people. Luckily, the house was big enough to accommodate them. I just smiled and waved to the workers. They were professionals and I had no intention of interfering. I took a long, hot shower and started getting the last of my things together. Darlene was going to miss her jewelry. I also cleaned out my personal safe. I was glad that I had the small collection of gold coins. The Subaru was in the garage, so at least I didn't have to get wet while I loaded it. The party people had long plastic runners all over the house. It was late afternoon, but the lack of sun and abundance of clouds made it look like nighttime. The rain came down. By five o'clock, I was all dressed up in my tux for the evening. My daughters and their husbands arrived early to make sure that things were going as planned. They both asked where their mother was at, and I just shrugged. The first of our guests were arriving when my phone rang. It was my loving wife. "Robert. I am so sorry, but I had some trouble with the car. I will be home as soon as I can. Is everything going Okay?" "Where are you at? I will come and get you." "No. No. Stay there with the guests. I'll try and get home as soon as I can. I am so sorry." "What is wrong with the car? That damn thing cost me over fifty grand. I expect it to be reliable for that amount of money." "I have already made arrangements with a garage to get it taken care of. There is nothing for you to concern yourself over." "Damn it, Darlene! Where the hell are you?" "Robert. Calm down. That's not important. What is important is seeing that our guests are taken care of." There was no way that she was going to tell me where she was, or who she was with. "Are you alone, or is somebody with you?" "I am alone, but I am Okay. For God's sake, stop worrying about me. I'll be fine." Both of my daughters were relieved to hear that their mother was okay. I smiled to myself as I envisioned her walking from the cabin to the highway in the rain and the mud. That rain was sent from an angel above. Darlene had to be miserable at this point; Miserable, wet, muddy, and tired. About an hour later, the phone rang again. I had to excuse myself from the guests and walk out to the foyer. "Robert. What the hell is going on? I gave three different credit cards to the car rental guy and they were all declined. I can't get a rental car with a credit card." "Why don't you just call a cab?" There was an exasperated sigh at the other end. "It's too far for a cab. I don't need any aggravation, Robert, I just need to know what to do about the credit card problem." "I probably won't be able to fix it until Monday. Why don't you just ride home with Clayton?" The other end of the phone went silent. I couldn't even hear her breathing. I waited several seconds and then heard her hang up. She never answered my question. The evening went quite well. The girls had to leave because of their babysitters. There were about ten guests still lingering when Darlene walked in. She looked like hell. Her hair was as ratty and dirty as her clothes. The rain washed away most of the mud, but the reddish-brown stains remained. I stood there smiling with a beer in my hand; my first of the night. From the way that she was walking it looked as if she broke the heel on one of her shoes. She kicked them off and grabbed a drink off of one of the trays on the buffet table. "You did this, didn't you? You bastard." I took a big swig of beer and smiled. "You will pay for this. I swear, you will pay." The caterers were busy trying to clean up, as our last guests left. They looked at her, but strangely, no one said anything. "I am glad to see that you got home in one piece. I stayed to let you know that I am leaving. I couldn't go if I didn't know that you were Okay." "What do you mean, 'leaving'?" "Just that. I sold the business, sold the house, and closed out all the accounts. That is why your credit cards didn't work." Darlene threw the glass across the room. It shattered against the wall to the shock of the cleanup crew. "You dumb son-of-a-bitch. Remember that half of everything is mine. I will not let you screw me over. I worked just as hard as you did in getting us to where we are. I earned half and I will get it." I finished my beer and carefully placed the empty can on the table. "Fine, dear. You get half of everything, only if I get a divorce. I am not planning to. You do whatever you have to do." "I had to walk over two hours in the rain and mud to get to the road. Two damn hours, and it is all because of you." "What were you doing there, darling? Why did you drive all the way to Ellijay to spend the afternoon with Clayton Mankey when you could have just screwed him right here in the house. Lord knows, I wouldn't have cared." "You bastard. You unfeeling, no good bastard. I hate you." "Well, I am glad that is out of the way. I have a flight out at midnight. If you need to get in touch with me, call me at... I am sorry. I just remembered that there is no place that you can call me. I suggest that you let the household staff go, because you will have no way to pay them. Also, the couple that bought the house, is moving in at the end of next week. You might want to find someplace to live. I don't recommend going to Clayton's. He isn't going to be around much longer. Maybe one of your daughters will take you in." "What do you mean by, 'Clayton is not going to be around'? Why would he leave? He is on top of the world." I smiled as I walked out of the door for the last time. My accounting and legal staff made sure that all of my taxes had been identified and paid. As far as the government was concerned, I was leaving the company clean. All I was interested in doing right now was getting away from Darlene. It wasn't that I didn't have enough to share with her, it was because I didn't want to share with her. I had a lot of options open, and I decided not to decide. I made a list of places that interested me and it seemed practical to check them all out. A year at each place would do it. I decided to start with Belize and work my way from there. At the end of five years, I would have a pretty good idea of where I wanted to live. I had several people that were more than willing to keep me posted on the status at home. Two weeks after I arrived at Ambergris Caye, I made some phone calls. The first was to my eldest daughter, Grace. "Dad, mom is furious. Bette and I both tried to talk to her, but she refuses to explain anything to us. The only information we could get out of her is that you stole all of her jewelry and left her with no money and no credit cards. She hasn't been at the house for the last few days. We don't know where she is." "Did you try and call her?" "I think her cell phone service was disconnected." "Oops. That's right. I forgot. The utilities are all off at the house, so that is probably why she isn't there. She might be with Clayton." "Who the hell is Clayton?" "Oh, I am sorry. I guess she didn't tell you. Clayton Mankey is your mother's lover." "Clayton Mankey? He has been all over the news the last few weeks. The FBI and some other people are after him. They arrested him once, but he made bail and disappeared. What is mom doing with him?" "I am not sure. It is either for sex or for money. If he is missing, than I assume that your mother is with him." I promised Grace that I would keep in touch with her and Bette. I made four other calls and the information was all the same. No one knew where Darlene was and no one knew where Clayton was. It seemed obvious that they were together. Clayton could walk away from his business and still have enough money to live on for the rest of his life. Of course, the way things were going for him, that would not be in the good old US. I had a restless night. I had two dives arranged for the next day. I had to do something to pass time and SCUBA filled the bill. It happened right after the first dive. The rain came down. Not just a simple rain, but a Chattachoochee rain. We sat in the dive boat waiting for it to pass. All I could think about was the cabin at Ellijay. It was not a good sign. The second dive was somewhat shorter than the first one. It was still raining when we returned to shore. The dock was within walking distance from my condo. I grabbed a quick bowl of conch chowder before starting back. The rain continued to come down. It seemed like Hector was always on duty. He was the doorman at our condo building. I wasn't sure, but I think he worked solely for tips. I had no problem passing him a little something if he happened to have done something to justify it. We got along fine. "Mister Terrell. You didn't get your second dive in today?" "No, but there will always be tomorrow." "Mister Terrell. You had two visitors this morning. I told them that you would not be back until later this afternoon. I think they will be coming again." Now that was strange. No one knew that I was here, and I hadn't made any friends since I arrived. "Did you get their names, Hector?" "No sir, but I did better than that." Hector pulled out his cell phone and hit a few buttons. It was a great picture. They hadn't posed for it, and it appeared that they did not know he had taken it. Clayton had on a Hawaiian Shirt and Darlene wore a big, floppy, straw hat. My wife and her lover had found me and came to see me. It is amazing what someone can accomplish, if they have enough money. I slipped Hector a twenty and headed for my room. I didn't have much to pack, so I had time to call the US embassy. They confirmed that they were indeed interested in Mister Mankey. Not only was the IRS looking for him, but the passport authority wanted to know what he was using for documents. He had been forced to relinquish his passport in order to get bail. The Rain Came Down Twenty minutes later, I was on my way to the San Pedro Airport. The smaller airport suited my needs a little better. It rained the whole way. US officials would be waiting for Clayton at the condo. Extradition back to the States was imminent. They had no interest in Darlene, so I imagined that she would just be abandoned with no money and no credit cards. I wondered if she had a return ticket. Two days later, I was comfortably settled into my new villa in Phuket. I was afraid that my life would be boring without work and family. I was wrong. It would not be too long until Darlene and Clayton figured out where I went. This time I would be prepared. I would also be vigilant. I was planning on taking a walk on the beach to watch the sunset, but I had to change my mind. The rain came down. It was a Chattachoochee rain. It was sent by an angel. I was hoping that Clayton was as clever as he seemed to be. It was interesting that he decided to seek revenge when he could have just walked away. The next few years would be fun. I wanted to get some supper, but I couldn't. The rain came down. The Rain Encounter A desolate walled cage served as the sleeping chamber for this depressed individual, the white of his eyes reflecting back the little bit of light that came through the window. Tapping his fingers in a crescendo motion on the window frame, a sigh brought back memories that were supposed to stay suppressed, the slender giant now closing his eyes, filled with regrets. This was our hero, or better said protagonist, for in his mind he had never been a hero in any situation. Donning the garb of a casual individual, Wulfe stepped back from the window, fingers detaching from the PVC frame. The rain pushed itself inside the room, taking over half of it in a presumed hallucination by Wulfe, the man's stature pressed against the wall. "What's going on?" Asked the man, leaving his jaw open, rain swirling to one central point to weave a silhouette, the transparent woman of his mind. "I invited myself in." said the mysterious woman, her flesh water, her lingerie ice and her hair snow. Stepping forth, Wulfe's heart slowed down, only to almost break out of his chest, her fingers triggering this extreme in heart pace. He placed his hand on her hers, pressing the cold grasp against his already red cheek, asking "W-who are you?" The ice maiden was shaped like him, a slender individual lacking much body muscle, yet tall as one can be, lips parting with a breeze "No need to talk, hush your lips, dear." He would've questioned her more, if their lips had not touched in a kiss. Ever the curious one, Wulfe's tongue explored the woman's refreshing mouth, his chest expanding under the refreshing cold snap of her breath. Was it fifteen seconds or two minutes, he couldn't tell, all he could tell was that if this embrace was to last an eternity, he'd still enjoy it. Staring into her icy eyes speechless, she crystallized a claw on her index finger, strumming it down his chest, ripping apart the paint stained shirt, revealing the pale skin that was to me touched by her hand, inching away from this unknown new feeling. "W-what are you doing?" were the words that slipped by his wet lips, her response as if carried by the wind "I'm paying my due respect." Springing in as his pants were dropped by the same claw, extending to unnatural lengths. Flustered, embarrassed or just taken aside by such an event, Wulfe looked away, the blush on his cheeks present from both this encounter's escalating sexuality and the cold touch of his new mistress. One gaze slipped by down the woman's cleavage and body, a sight that induced arousal in our protagonist, her breath felt against his abdomen, followed closely by her fingers on the waistband of his underwear, pulling his defense against her down, revealing a semi-erect penis. Looking down, the man felt his hands stutter and instead of fighting back, attaching themselves against the wall, his back arching under the titillating motion of the woman's finger tracing the space between his anus and the base of his penis, striding upwards to the tip and flicking it once, turning him fully erect. "Ahh..." was his moan, Wulfe trailing off into a realm of pleasure from just the woman's cold touch. His fingers twitched as well as she gave a long stroke to the pulsating member, ending with a circling of his sack, looking upwards at the flustered man's face. He would've fought back against such a sexual assault, but something held him against the wall, be it his shattered willpower or something more sinister. She blew cold air onto the exposed and sensitive member, prompting the man to groan. Her head went back a bit, as if analyzing the situation, her fingers instead dancing about the bottom of this man's penis. Deciding upon a cruel course of action, the woman grasped it with all her hand, starting to stroke the erect penis with a cruel smile to her flowing face. Pushed to the extremes where his body was in heat but the source of this was cold, the man struggled even more, writhing against the wall, releasing more moans and groans to please this cruel creation. This constant teasing led the man to the very point of climax, a tight grasp however holding off this inevitable moment. "Remember me, dear" She said, releasing the penis that now spewed out its hot contents, weak knees dropping to the floor and staring upwards at this melting beauty. "My pleasure..." were the departing words, waking the man up from his dream. Pen in hand, he marveled in silence as his painting, a commission requested of him, a woman of tears comforting a crying man. The Rain Fell It was raining again. A slow, steady stream of water fell from a light-grey sky outside his window, a hot spring rain with no wind blowing, a soft staccato rhythm against the cobblestones. The rain drops formed a pattern on his window, small trickles running together and apart again, like the rivers in a map. Below, on street level, pedestrians were hurrying home from work, most of them without an umbrella, their heads lowered while holding their collars closed in one hand and a newspaper over their heads in the other. Kristian liked the rain. It reminded him of his youth, the many times his family had gone sailing down the Swedish east coast. He had been in the small cabin below deck with his sisters, looking out the low windows at the waves outside, while his parents had been standing on deck, navigating. It was a pleasant memory. He grabbed his long coat and brought out an umbrella from the closet. Rain or not, he needed to go outside to clear his thoughts. His work for the day was nowhere near ready to be sent away, but it had to wait until the evening or the next day; right now he wanted to feel the cool air against his face, his mind on nothing in particular. It was a ritual he followed almost every day, to wander down to the ports of central Stockholm and across one of the bridges. He needed it. His umbrella over one shoulder he opened the door and went out, humming a song about seas and Sunday mornings. He went down the street looking at the trees and the old buildings, safe under his umbrella. Down by the harbor he walked along the rows of ships moving up and down with the waves, and watched a lonely, white sailing boat in the distance as it floated away toward the Stockholm archipelago. His mind was calm, and he felt at peace. There were always new tasks that needed to be done, new problems to solve, but as long as there were seas and ships and circling seagulls in the air, the world had a foundation to stand on. He sighed and smiled. "Perhaps I should have become a fisherman," he thought to himself, not for the first time. On his way back home he stopped by a small store to pick up a newspaper, then stood in line at the counter, successfully avoiding the temptation to buy something sugary. Before him stood a young girl, carefully putting coins on the counter while the storekeeper was waiting. "Fifteen and fifty, sixteen," she whispered in a low voice, then fell silent. A roll of French bread with ham rested on the counter next to the coins, and Kristian quickly calculated that the girl's money would not be enough. She bit her lip and looked down at the counter. "Here," Kristian said, bringing out enough money for both his newspaper and the bread and giving it to the shopkeeper. "I'll pay for her too." The girl looked up at him, gratefully and embarrassed, and then pulled away her long, wet hair from her eyes. "Thank you" she said, nodding, a reminder of an impulse to curtsy as a child. "You're welcome," Kristian smiled. He got his change and went outside; the girl took her bread and left the store ahead of him. She positioned herself close to the outside wall to protect herself from the rain; her clothes were soaked through, and she clutched the bread tightly. Kristian took a few steps away from her, then stopped, and turned around. A voice in his mind told him that something wasn't right. "Are you on your way home?" he asked. She nodded, then changed her mind: "I am getting picked up." He nodded, but thought to himself: No, you won't be. You are going to stand here until the rain stops, because you are cold, and then you will go home, because you cannot afford the bus. He wondered what he should do; offer her money for her ride home, perhaps? He already knew what he wanted to ask, but wondered if he really should. "I live nearby," he heard himself saying, which settled the matter. "If you would like to you could keep out of the rain there while you're waiting." She looked at him, once again pulling away the strands of hair that kept falling over her eyes. She wondered if she could trust him, and he could tell that she wanted to. So young, he thought. So innocent. He would be a gentleman, of course. "Okay," she said. "Just for a short while." She stepped away from the brick wall and went over to him, and he gave her his umbrella. "What is your name?" he asked. "Jenny. What is yours?" "Kristian." He held his hand against her arm, protective, when they were about to cross the street and waited for a car to pass by. Her arm was thin under a wet jacket a few sizes too big for her. They hurried the short distance to his apartment, at the top of a beautiful red-tile building from the twenties. Kristian opened the door, and his home was warm and inviting as they stepped inside. Like many times before he was grateful for his habit of always keeping his apartment tidy, ready for unexpected visitors. "Welcome," he said. "I was going to have something to eat, so I hope you're hungry. And maybe you'd like to borrow a sweater and let your clothes dry for a while." "Okay," she said. "Thanks." He showed her his bedroom and left her so she could change; in the meantime he made tea in the kitchen and heated up a piece of pie that he had only finished a third of earlier. He set milk, tea and pie on the kitchen table, which was made of light wood, and turned around just in time to see Jenny emerging from the bedroom. She hadn't put on the thick sweater he had laid out on the bed, instead opting for a thin blouse that a girlfriend had left at his place a month ago. "I chose this one instead," she said. The blouse hang loosely down over a pair of woollen pants that he hadn't used in a long time; her feet were warmed by his slippers. "Does it belong to your girlfriend?" He looked at her, and briefly compared her to the owner of the blouse. She looks so innocent, he thought. I wonder what my ex would say if she could see us now. "My former girlfriend," he replied while she sat down by the table. "She moved out of the country a while ago ... we broke up over the phone. So I still have some of her things lying around here." She sat down. "Okay. So you're single?" "Yes, for the time being." It didn't escape him that this seemed to be of interest to her. They ate, and Jenny hungrily devoured most of the pie. While they ate he found out that she lived far away in the outskirts of the city, and that she had travelled here to see a friend. Jenny's boyfriend had recently broken up with her, and she needed someone to comfort her; she and her friend had gone out to a disco the night before, stayed out too long, and spent too much money. She was planning to walk home now, since she couldn't afford the subway. Kristian noted that the story didn't include being picked up by a friend, like she had claimed outside the store, but he didn't think about it. Of course she had been wary when talking to a stranger. As it turned out, Jenny liked hot cocoa more than tea, and so they sat down together in a couch in the livingroom after their meal, sipping hot cocoa from oversized mugs while chitchatting and listening to ballads by Sophie Zelmani. The rain was tapping against the windows, creating a pleasing background noise; it was cold outside, but they were warm and dry together in Kristian's comfortable apartment. Evening came before either of them looked at the time. "Maybe I should be leaving soon," Jenny said, turning her mug around between her fingers. "Thank you for letting me come up here." "You're welcome. I can drive you home if you want me to." "Thank you. You have been so nice to me...." She bit her lower lip, and took the step. "Isn't there anything I can do for you...?" She looked down at her hands and then up again, and they both knew what she meant. So innocent, he thought. I should say no. I should. But her face was beautiful, her hands were small and soft, and her nipples were now clearly visible through the thin blouse. He had wanted to hold her ever since they came in from the rain, and now she spread her crossed legs slowly, like an invitation. He could not resist. He made his decision, and kept one hand against her neck, stroking her hair while they looked at each other. Then he put both their mugs on the table and kissed her. Her lips were soft, and her tongue aroused him. He kept kissing her, calmly at first, then with more passion. He held her in his arms, and she eagerly returned his kisses. Her blouse fell open and he stroked her waist, her stomach, upp toward her bare breasts. His fingers lightly carressed her nipples, making them stiffer still, and he cupped his hand over a firm, full breast while laying her down on the couch. Jenny was willing and ready, and he savored undressing her. When only her panties remained he took off his own clothes while she looked at him, and then he held her down again, pressing her body against his. They kissed, and he slowly explored her soft skin, drinking in the sight of her breasts while his hand carressed her long legs, and in between them. His fingers pressed lightly against her panties, and he was surprised when she moaned loudly. "Yes," she said. "That feels so good...." Kristian liked hearing her this aroused. "Do you like it when I carress you?" "Mhmm...." "Does it feel good when I touch your breasts ... your legs....?" His hand stroke against the inside of her thighs, and she spread them. "Yes," she said, breathing heavily. "Do you like this?" He pressed lightly against her panties again, rubbing them. "Do you like it when I carress your clitoris?" "Mhmm ... it feels so good...." He removed her panties and found that she was wet. He inserted one fingertip in her and she turned in his arms, her eyes closed. "Come, let's go to my bedroom." He took her hand and led her to his bed, where he laid her down again and removed her panties from her round hips. She lay still waiting for him, looking at him, smiling dreamingly. "Turn around," he softly commanded her. She rolled over on her belly, and he carressed her neck, her back, and her sexy round ass. He slapped it lightly, and she giggled. "You like that?" He slapped her again; it wasn't a hard slap, but his open palm made a loud noise. "I don't know...." He slapped her a few more times, and she closed her eyes and smiled. Something told him that this wasn't the first time Jenny had been playing this way in bed. "You have been a naughty girl," Kristian said playfully. "Follow a stranger to his home. That is naughty, isn't it?" He slapped her again, and she gave an excited squeal. "Isn't it?" "Yes," she agreed. "I am bad...." "That's right." He slapped her harder than before, and she gasped happily. "Yes, spank me...!" It was evident that Jenny wasn't an innocent little girl, but then again, he hadn't really thought she was. He smacked her hard, and then put a hand between her thighs, touching her wet pussy. He moved a finger inside her, feeling how tight she was, and made a circling motion until she was moaning, her eyes closed. "Do you like it? Do you like feeling my finger inside of you?" He felt deep inside. "Mmm, so good...." She pressed her ass against him, to feel him even deeper. "Turn around." He held her wrists against the bed when she was on her back, kissing her, still holding her while gazing at her nipples. Then he told her to lie still while he moved away to open a closet. Back in bed he tied her wrists to the bedpoles with a couple of scarves, not too tightly, but still tight enough to prevent her from getting loose. Another two scarves spread her legs so that her naked body lay open and defenseless. He sat down next to her, looking at her. His one hand stroke her lips, and he put a finger in between them to let her suck it, which she obediently did. "Good girl," he said. With his other hand he played with one of her breasts, pinching her nipples, lifting them and then spreading them. He then carressed her hips, and moved down to her waiting mound.... His middle finger moved deftly inside her. He finger fucked her while she was sucking the index finger of his other hand, and her eyes were closed shut while she concentrated on receiving him. "You feel good," he said. "Feel so good inside. Do you know that?" He pressed two fingers between her thighs, slowly, stretching her. She writhed against her improvised ropes, her body petite, yet still curvacious and hot and now ready to be taken by him. "Oh, God ... be careful ... so good...." Her sweet voice was soft and cute. She made him extremely aroused, and Kristian knew that he had to fuck her hard, soon. His girlfriend had left something else behind, besides the blouse; from a box in his closet he brought out a long, battery-driven dildo, and turned it lightly; the dildo started to vibrate with a low humming sound. Jenny looked at it, her eyes wide. "Oh. What are you going to do?" "This," he said, and stroke her clitoris with the device. "Ohh!" Jenny breathed deeply and grabbed her ropes. "Careful, careful ... oh!" She gasped. He smiled and kept stimulating her, while his free hand caressed her lips, her neck and her chest. He then moved the dildo down a bit and pushed. It easily entered her wet pussy, and she threw her head back while the thick staff was fucking her, in and out, in and out. "Oh, God...." she whimpered and pressed her eyes shut. She tried pushing her legs together by pure reflex, but they were tied up hard and he couldn't get loose. She was trapped, at his mercy, and despite the instinctive nervousness she enjoyed it. "Do you like it? Do you like being fucked like this?" he asked. "Yes ... yes...!" He massaged her breasts firmly, and held the dildo in place deep inside her while increasing its strength. It vibrated heavily and made her whole body shiver. He carressed her clitoris to increase the pleasure. She tried to relax, but it was too intense. "I can't take it any more," she moaned. "No, no, stop...." "Are you sure?" He quickly pressed the dildo as deep inside of her as it would go, and she bent her whole back as if from an electric shock. "Yes! Stop, stop...!" He pulled it out, and she gratefully sank down against the mattrass, hot and with sweat on her forehead from the pressure. "What should we do instead..." He smiled and kissed her, holding her chin in a firm grip. "Are you good at sucking, Jenny?" She didn't reply, but she smiled shyly and looked up at him. He straddled her chest and held her head up; his cock was hard, and he had to hold it in a firm grip to direct it into her mouth. "Suck it well now," he commanded and held her head against him. She sucked obediently, making her mouth tight for him, as tight as she was between her thighs where she knew he would soon be fucking her. It was hard for her to move in this position, her arms and legs spread and tied, and now even her head was held still. She was completely at his mercy. She closed her eyes and relaxed while he fucked her mouth, moving his cock in and out between her wet lips, and for a moment she felt like a sex slave, motionless except for when he wanted her to move, a doll for him to use any way he preferred. But she knew that this was a game and that he was a warm man, a kind man, and it wasn't uncomfortable, so she let herself be swept away by this game and found that it was exciting. He moaned by pleasure when he felt her mouth move around him. It felt good to be sucked by this little girl, a girl with such delicate gestures and such big, innocent eyes. Had he helped her because he wanted to have sex with her? Right now he didn't know the answer. Right now he just felt how good it was to have her in his bed. He was close to coming, but pulled out. Her head fell back against the pillow. "What a good girl," he said and kissed her, held her. They looked at each other, and he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck ... her breasts, her bellybutton ... and then he was between her thighs, licking her. His tongue gliding over her clitoris while his middle finger pushed inside her open pussy, carressing her from the inside. "Mmm...." She licked her lips and closed her eyes. His tongue was like honey to her, so soft, so good. His finger made her shiver, as he found the spots inside her that sent electricity running through her body. She relaxed and let herself be filled by his carresses. He licked around her clitoris, licked from the sides, and straight on. He made his tongue flat and moved it up and down over her, several times. His finger rubbed against her insides, and his free hand massaged her round ass. He aroused her with his experienced touch, until her breasts were heaving from her heavy breathing, and then she was at the peak and over it, and the orgasm came washing over her like a liberation. She groaned out loud when she came, and pressed her clitoris hard against his mouth before she sank back again. Her heart was pounding hard, and he waited, let her enjoy the moment. Then he laid down on top of her naked body and slowly, firmly, came inside her between her spread legs. His cock fit perfectly in her pussy, filled her, and it didn't take long before he was fucking her hard and fast. He held himself up on his arms and pushed into her again and again, hard-fucking this pretty little girl who had followed him home, so cold and wet. Now he had made her hot and wet instead. "Your pussy feels so good, Jenny!" Her pussy was just as tight and wet around him as he had known it would be, and he plunged inside her body with wild abandon. She was tied up and helpless but she loved it now, loved to be his, to be taken hard and fucked deep inside by his hard cock. She opened her lips and groaned while she slid up and down over the mattrass with his thrusts. He took a break a while later to untie her. He laid down on top of her again and she greeted his firm, muscular body with a hug and a series of short kisses. He held her close and penetrated her again, and she willingly spread her legs to greet him. "Is it good, Jenny? Do you want to be fucked? Say it!" "Yes, fuck me!" she shouted. Every thrust of his cock gave her pleasure, her nails digging into his back as her body tensed and greeted him. He had more energy than her boyfriend, than anyone she had ever slept with, just what she had hoped for. She really needed this. He turned her over and took her from behind, fucking her like an animal. She stood on her hands and knees and let him thrust his cock inside her pussy again and again, relishing the thought of not being able to see, only feel what he was doing to her. He slapped her ass, spanked her while fucking her, and the intense feeling mixed with her pleasure. Finally he pushed her on her belly, and plunged inside her hard a series of times, groaning loudly and shooting his sperm into her body. She felt how her pussy filled with hot fluid, knew that it was risky, but right now she didn't care. She smiled happily when she felt him come inside her, felt how natural and right it was that he would take her willing body and come in her mound. She felt like a woman, making love with a man. She squeezed around him with her muscles and lay still, spent, sweaty, happy. He lay on top of her and pushed a few last times, filled her with the last of his seed. Then he calmed down and held her. Kissed her neck. "That felt good, Jenny." He pulled out and turned her over, kissed her deeply and for a long time. It didn't matter right now that his seed was running out of her and spilling onto the sheets. He gave her some paper from a drawer, and she cleaned up. Then they went to the bathroom to wash themselves before returning to the bedroom; he quickly changed the sheets while she was in the bathroom. When she came back he kissed her standing up, held her, and laid her down on the bed. They rested on the bed cover, looking at each other, carressing each other slowly, talking calmly in low voices. Jenny leaned her head against his strong arm, resting against his shoulder with one hand on his chest, and fell asleep. The Rain Fell He lay there, looking at her for a while, thinking of their night together. Outside the window the rain was still falling....