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Moan

By: andy_charles



Ever since she had been a little girl, Lizzy Linley knew that there was something different about her. It wasn't an obvious difference; it didn't stand out like a child in her kindergarten class who had to wear special hearing aids in his ears. It wasn't even that her mother was bringing her up on her own -- there were several children she knew that came from single parent families. 

But although she couldn't see the difference, Lizzy could feel the difference. She would often go up to her mother when she was able to walk and talk in complete sentences, and say: "Mommy, I'm different."

Every time, without fail, her mother would pick her up and sit her on her lap, give her a tight squeeze and, brushing her daughter's short, light blonde hair with her hands, say gently, "Yes, you are, Lizzy. We all are different. That's what makes us so wonderful as human beings. We are all unique."

No matter how many times she said it, no matter how many ways she said it, the response from her mother would still be the same; even when she was too big and heavy to sit on her mother's lap, Lizzy would still hear the same words repeated over and over again. She liked being told she was special; it thrilled her to think that she was the only one of her, that there would never be another like her.

Yet as she got older still her feelings slowly began to change. She knew she was different, she understood she was unique; the problem was she just couldn't see how she was different, how she was unique. She hated feeling like she wasn't the same as everybody else. It was nothing more than a feeling. She tried to explain it to her friends on several occasions, but they had just suspected she was going through the same things they were. 

At eighteen, Lizzy somehow managed to obtain her first boyfriend, Paul. He was a nice boy, the same age as her, and they lived very close to each other, so they would often spend all their free time round each other's houses. At first they would just kiss and cuddle, but soon she began to notice more and more the hardening lump in his trousers. One of her friends had already lost her virginity to her first boyfriend, but Lizzy at that stage still didn't feel like she was ready for this momentous occasion. Paul, sweet as he was, told her not to worry and that they would only sleep together when she felt ready. 

Her friends told Lizzy that, lovely as it was to have found a decent guy when all of theirs had been utter bastards only after one thing, they was still no reason why she and Paul couldn't mess around. So, a couple of days later, while her mother was out running a few quick errands, Lizzy took the plunge and told Paul that he could put his hands anywhere.

Though it felt weird having someone else try to bring her off with their fingers, and though it was Paul's first attempt at anything like this with a girl, Lizzy still came and felt as glorious as she always did. Paul seemed more than equally pleased; he had a big grin on his face for the rest of the day, and would do after every opportunity he had to finger her.

"Why do you always grin like that?" Lizzy asked him after taking the time to chill after a rather good session.

"I love the way I make you scream," he admitted. "I think it's a power thing."

"Oh really?" replied Lizzy in mock flirtation. "Perhaps I should see if I can make you scream like that!"

Paul laughed loudly. "God, I hope so," he said. "Though obviously it would be weird to make as much noise as you do."

This last comment of his confused Lizzy slightly. To her mind she didn't make THAT much noise when she came. By now she'd seen her fair share of late night erotica and, one drunken slumber party, a hardcore porn film involving two girls and one guy (the latter she'd found oddly discomforting -- obviously not bi then, she had thought). The noises the women had made in those movies, fake or not, were she thought the same level as to the noises she made when she came. 

Eventually, more out of a silly fear of losing him than anything else, Lizzy decided the time had come to have sex with Paul. The experience was not altogether pleasant or totally comfortable -- she had been worn by her two de-flowered friends that there would likely be some "wear and tear down there" -- but having a thick cock inside of her compared to her own fingers was still an eye opener. What made it slightly less wonderful was that Paul wouldn't stop smiling that stupid Cheshire Cat grin of his for at least a week. 

*****

Time went by, and when Lizzy got to 21 she and Paul had kissed goodbye over mutual agreement, as they were both going to separate colleges. They stayed in touch and met up again over their holidays, but by then one of Lizzy's friends, who she'd known had always had a thing for Paul, had made her move. On one of their get together evenings with the rest of the old gang, after a few drinks, Lizzy began comparing notes with her friend over Paul's performance in the bedroom.

"Oh, he was so shit when we first met," Lizzy was surprised to hear her friend say. "I had to teach him so much -- but it was worth it!"

Lizzy told her friend she'd always enjoyed her time with Paul, whatever they had been doing.

"Well, I guess we're all different down there," here friend replied. "Maybe you're just easy to please?"

That comment hung around Lizzy's head like a fly around a dead horse. During her years at college she'd fooled around a little and had a couple of one night stands with boys, and no matter what she was up to, the end result had always been fantastic. She didn't think she had ever had bad sex; she had certainly never had to fake it, as she heard a lot of her friends sometimes did when they weren't really in the mood. 

A few years went by; there was certainly no denying that, in terms of looks, Lizzy was incredibly different to the sweet, innocent three year old who had sat on her mother's knee. She had grown her beautiful blonde hair long, so that it stretched down to the small of her back, above her tight ass; and though she was slightly disappointed that her breasts had not grown as big as some of her friends' had, on the whole she was pleased with her pert 34Cs. Her whole body was toned and tanned from a sudden interest in her local gym, and that sudden interest's name was Zack. 

He was a couple of years older than her, a personal trainer and was absolutely gorgeous. From the moment she'd spied him out of the corner of her eye during an induction course on the jogging machine, Lizzy knew she had to have him. Luckily, he had felt exactly the same way.

They went out for a couple of weeknights before lust overtook their senses and she gleefully returned to his place. When she peeled off his boxer shorts and found one of the largest members she had ever seen before she almost came on the spot with the mere thought of what it could do to her. True to her fantasy, the sex they had that night and early the next morning was everything she thought it would be and more -- passionate, hungry, satisfying. By this time in her life Lizzy was working for a magazine in the city; her work colleagues would always remind her that she walked into work that day looking incredible, surrounded by the post-sex glow that only comes from making love to someone who really gets you; although Lizzy would mainly remember that day for being so sore that she found it very difficult to sit down. 

Within a few months the two of them had declared their undying love for each other, and she had moved into his amazing apartment, which she'd always teased him had been big enough for the two of them from the beginning. They celebrated by doing what they enjoyed best, which was each other. 

Lizzy had heard the term 'nympho' many times, but she didn't really think she or Zack fell into the category. Sure, they both loved sex, but they were still at that early stage in a relationship where it was still exciting just to take off each other's clothes -- whatever they may have said about love, their night time activities were mainly still inspired by overwhelming lust.

On the third night, after a quick dinner of pasta and tomato sauce that was still laying half-eaten on plates in the kitchen, along with half a bottle of now lukewarm white wine, they were both back in the bedroom. Zack was taking his time and paying a lot of attention to Lizzy's small but beautifully shaped breasts, whish he'd always told her drove him crazy just to touch them, let alone drive her crazy by playing with them with his tongue as he was doing now. Lizzy lay under him, still half dressed, her head dangling slightly over the edge of his comfortable bed, her eyes closed; one arm outstretched, the hand caressing and grabbing the sheets; the other was exploring the back of her lover, going down under his still buckled trousers to get a stroke of his perfect ass. 

Zack's tongue was working its magic, and Lizzy was about to attempt to take control and get him naked as quickly as possible so that she could put that wonderful cock of his in her mouth, when there was an almighty thumping at the front door that startled them both. Annoyed, Zack grudgingly got up off the bed, grabbing his shirt and quickly pulling it back over his strong chest, doing up two buttons for decency's sake.

Whoever it was, they were still pounding away when Zack reached the front door and opened it.

"Yes, Michael? What can I do for you?" he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible, his still half-erect lump swelling in his underwear demanding otherwise.

His next door neighbour, a rather old but usually quite sweet man, was standing in his dressing gown and beige pyjamas. Right now he looked about as far removed from sweet as you could get; he looked tired and pissed.

"Zack," he said slowly, tiredly, "for two nights I have been as patient as possible with you and your pet, but this is one night too far. Either you stop it from making those horrible sounds or I will call the landlord so fast..."

"Woah, ok, ok," said Zack, holding out a hand to stop his neighbour in his tracks. "What do you mean, 'pet'?"

"I mean that cat of yours, Zack! I don't know what else it could be...a bird maybe? You got a bird in there? Whatever's making those screeching noises, please, just shut it the hell up already!"

A slight flicker of realisation hit Zack's mind. "Michael, your bedroom...which side of the apartment is it?"

"What does that matter?" asked Michael, exasperated.

"No, but is it on the left side or the right side?"

"It's on the left of the building, but I don't see what that has to do with it. Just get it sorted, okay?"

"Okay, Michael," replied Zack, trying not to grin too much. "Sorry. I'll handle it, promise. Good night."

When Zack returned to the bedroom, Lizzy was sitting up in bed, the white cotton sheet over her body. He took her outstretched hand and kissed it lovingly, still attempting to hold back the laughter that was stuck in his throat.

"What was all that about?" she asked.

"Michael was been kept up by my cat," he said, an eyebrow raised.

"But you don't have a cat," said Lizzy, puzzled.

"Well, he distinctly said its loud screeching was keeping him up."

"Screeching? I didn't hear anything...oh. Oh!"

Zack allowed the laughter to escape his body as Lizzy blushed furiously. She slapped his arm playfully.

"It's not funny, Zack!" she said, though she couldn't help smiling a little. "God, that dirty old man's been listening to us doing it every night?"

Zack put a finger to his lips. "Shush, his bedroom's right next door."

"Well, obviously you had shit contractors then. I thought you told me these apartments were sound proof?"

"They are," Zack replied. "Michael's never complained about noise from in here before."

"Oh? And has there been a lot of noise made in here before?" asked Lizzy teasingly, mock-innocently.

"What would you say if I told you there has been?" said Zack, casually stroking her smooth bare arm.

With her free hand, Lizzy removed the sheet from her body. She was completely naked underneath, her body looking as beautiful as the first time Zack had laid eyes on it, her mound shaved to perfection, her knees up, ready for him.

"I'd say it's time to make some more noise," she said, trying to sound sexy but giggling halfway through it at the enormous grin on her boyfriend's face and the sound of her own voice attempting to be husky and seductive.

Within minutes he was inside her, slowly but strongly, their hungry mouths exploring each other's neck, shoulders, tongue, lips. But now there was something not quite right -- not to Zack anyway. Lizzy was enjoying herself as much as she always did. It was a very vocal enjoyment, too. It was only as they allowed themselves, perhaps somewhat reluctantly, to come and collapse onto one another with satisfied exhaustion, that Zack realised what was bothering him so much.

He lay under the sheet mulling it over whilst Lizzy had a quick shower, part of her post-sex routine as she liked to call it. When she returned, her skin softer and still a little damp, her gorgeous blonde hair tied up in a bunch round the back of her head and smelling of almonds, and climbed in next to him, kissing him on the lips before resting her head on his bare chest, he decided to push the feeling out into the open.

"You know," he began, a little hesitantly at first, "I don't know if it's because of what Michael said or what but something just occurred to me: you really like sex, don't you?"

She chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"No, but you really like it, don't you? I mean, you're not afraid of letting other people know you like it."

"I do talk about it a lot, if that's what you mean..."

"I mean you make a lot of noise during sex, honey."

Lizzy lifted her head off of his chest and looked at him. "I've been told that before. My first boyfriend, this really sweet guy: Paul Founder. God, I wonder what he's doing now. Anyway, he said he liked the fact that I made those noises when we were fooling around. Does it bother you?"

"No, no way. I'm with Paul, I love being able to make you moan like that. It's such a turn on. You're good enough to be a porn star."

Lizzy frowned. "Thanks, but no thanks. Some of that stuff they do looks way too painful." She paused, then asked, a little quieter, "Zack...do I really make a lot of noise?"

Zack smiled. "Yes, Lizzy, you do!"

"I've never really noticed it before -- I guess 'cos it's never been a bother to anyone before." She sat up straighter, wrapping her side of the sheet around her clean body. An old memory sparked back to life in her mind. "There was one time though...at home..."

Zack waited patiently for her to finish, and squeezed her hand helpfully.

"It was the first time I'd ever really touched myself before," Lizzy continued slowly. "I'd never experienced anything like it before but something kept my mom up all night. She said it was some kind of loud animal or something outside; like a possum with an upset stomach, or someone being brutally murdered right in our front yard, or something. Every so often I've wondered what it could have been. Mom never complained about it again."

"Maybe she got wise to the situation," Zack suggested. "If there's one person who's bound to notice certain differences, its going to be your mother."

Lizzy began to blush again. "Shit, I've been making those noises since then? God, that's embarrassing."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, sweetheart," replied Zack reassuringly. "You just really love sex -- that's not a crime. People cum in many different ways. You wanna hear an ex-girlfriend story?"

"Seems only fair; you heard about Paul."

"Okay, so about three, four years ago I met this girl, Dawn her name was. She was very sweet, fairly innocent looking. We hooked up and went back to her place after our third date, and that's when I found out that she had the foulest mouth I'd ever seen on a girl. It was like 'Fuck, Zack, fuck me now, yeah you dirty bastard, I'm such a bad girl, spank me like Daddy used to, yeah, piss on me,' that kind of stuff."

Lizzy couldn't stop laughing at Zack's impression of his ex. He waited for her to calm down a little before continuing.

"So anyway after a while it started getting a little boring and, to be honest, quite creepy. The girl obviously had some daddy issues going on in her mind. But it just shows you how different we all are."

Lizzy shook her head. "It's always the quiet ones."

Zack grinned. "Not necessarily. You've proved that."

"Yeah, but I'm not normally a loud person though, am I? It's only when you're screwing me senseless."

"Maybe, but still...now what the hell?"

They had been interrupted once again by a loud knocking on the front door, followed by the buzzing of the doorbell. Wrapping his dressing gown around him once more, and looking over at the clock to see it was now one in the morning, Zack crossed over to the front door and opened it, half-expecting to see Michael there. He was surprised to find two police officers, one with a big moustache, the other a larger, rounder man.

"Hello, officers. What's the problem?" Zack asked them cautiously.

"Good...morning, sir," said the moustached officer, briefly glancing at his watch. "I'm afraid we've had some complaints about noise from this apartment block. Specifically some kind of loud screeching, described to us as being like a wounded animal. Your neighbour said he felt the noises were coming from your apartment."

"What's going on?" asked Lizzy, herself dressed in a pink satin robe and walking towards the front door.

"Morning, ma'am," greeted the officer. "We're just following up on some noise complaints from this building."

Lizzy stopped dead in her tracks, stumbling a little as she did so. She felt her face burn bright red. "R...really?" she mumbled. 

Zack felt his annoyance growing. "Officers, I'm sorry but I spoke to my neighbour earlier. The only reason he's complaining, frankly, is because his bedroom's right next door to ours..."

"Zack!" exclaimed Lizzy, even more embarrassed. 

"No, Lizzy, it's the truth. If the walls weren't so thin he would never even have complained to me, let alone to you guys."

The fat police officer spoke for the first time. "Actually he wasn't the one who called us."

Zack was slightly baffled. "Oh, ok. Fine. Who was it then?"

The fat police officer pulled out a notepad from his pocket and, after flicking through a few pages with large black scribbled handwriting on them, found the information he was looking for. "Er, a Mrs Wood, Dr Lynne, Hector Sanchez, several others...all from Youngman Towers."

Zack's eyes widened. "Youngman Towers...but that's...er..."

"...one mile away from here," the moustached officer finished for him. 

Zack turned to look at Lizzy, who had gone from red to white very quickly. She felt like she needed to sit down very quickly. 

"One mile away," she whispered. "Wow...shit!"

***** Two days later, the pair of them were sitting in a plush looking doctor's office, on rather uncomfortable black leather seats, legs crossed, holding hands, nervously watching the grey bearded middle aged Doctor Francis Taylor as he studied the paperwork closely in front of him. 

Lizzy, completely embarrassed by what had happened two nights ago, had been the one to call the doctor's surgery for the series of tests she wanted done. Zack had had little say in the matter, but somehow she knew he would probably have suggested the same thing. They hadn't made love since that night, though -- Lizzy was too afraid that events would repeat themselves again too easily.

Every so often Doctor Taylor would say, "Hmm," and occasionally, "Aha," but it was ages before he actually looked up at the two people in front of him. "Well, this is certainly an interesting case. I must confess I've never seen anything quite like it before, though I have read about it in several medical journals."


Moan



"What is it?" asked Lizzy curiously. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Doctor Taylor smiled kindly. "Dear me, no," he said. "No, miss Linley, there's nothing wrong with you whatsoever. You just happen to be quite a rare person -- one in three million, to be almost exact."

Zack and Lizzy glanced at each other, a little bemused. What did he mean? One in three million? 

Doctor Taylor stood up from his desk and walked round it. "Miss Linley, what you have is a condition known as 'orgasm gigas', which basically translates as 'giant orgasm'. It means that your erogenous zones are, for some reason, genetically stronger than other peoples. Now this creates different side-effects: some men can ejaculate for longer periods, some women might simply have a higher sex drive. But yours seems to be rather unique. It seems that your erogenous zones are connected in some way, probably mental, to your vocal chords. Hence, your...er...enjoyment of the act of sex is louder depending on how much you enjoy yourself during the...er...act."

"That doesn't seem to be any different from any other person," said Zack pointedly.

"Very true," replied Doctor Taylor. "And most of the time, as I'm sure you've gathered, it won't be a problem. It's only when all of Miss Linley's erogenous zones are being stimulated that such an event takes place."

Lizzy blushed a little. "You were very good the other night," she murmured quietly to Zack. "Maybe that's what caused it."

"But surely I'd notice it," Zack went on. "I mean, yeah, I noticed it, but I didn't notice how loud it was until I was told."

Doctor Taylor sat on the edge of his desk. "That's generally the case with sexual partners," he explained. "For some reason they just blank out whatever difference it is that the person with 'orgasm gigas' does."

The intercom on his desk buzzed and a receptionist's voice crackled through the speaker. "Doctor Taylor, we need you out here for a moment."

Taylor sighed and stood up. "I'll try to be as quick as possible," he apologised to Zack and Lizzy. "I'm sure you still have lots of questions."

As he left Zack stood up and stretched himself. "Wow," he said. "I always said you were one in a million -- never realised I was out by two million."

Lizzy was thinking hard. Why hadn't this affected her more? Why hadn't she learnt about this sooner? That wonderful first night when she was reborn, when she first touched herself, first brought herself to orgasm -- it made sense now why she had made that noise. It had been new and exhilarating and exciting. And sure she'd been loud when she and Paul had been screwing around, but never excessively. The same applied to all the one night stands she had had at college. She'd enjoyed herself, just obviously not too much. Maybe her body had been fooling her all these years. Maybe it was only now, though she'd enjoyed every other encounter in her life, maybe it was only now that she was having actually great sex. Not good sex; she had always had good sex. But what she and Zack had...that was great sex. 

"So basically," she said now out loud, looking at Zack, "this is all your fault."

He looked confused at her, but was stopped from asking her what she was on about by a knock at the door. It swung open and in strode a large, well built middle aged man dressed in a smart military uniform. He removed his cap and saluted sharply.

"Lizzy Linley?" he began. "My name is General Gordon, and I work for the US Government. We heard about your ability and we'd like you to come with us."

Zack and Lizzy briefly glanced outside the room. Two more military personal stood by the open door, standing straight to attention, stares fixed out into nothing.

"You're not going to experiment on me, are you?" asked Lizzy warily.

"Not at all, ma'am," replied General Gordon. "We need your help."

*****

An hour later, a slightly bewildered Lizzy and Zack were once again sitting in an office. Only this time the office was located in a secret US military bunker, and they were surrounded by uniformed individuals, who were eyeing them closely. 

General Gordon, after offering them some coffee, stood in front of them. A large projection screen was behind him, showing nothing but plain white light. His shadow loomed large across it.

"I'll get straight to the point," he began, "otherwise you'll both be so confused your heads will no doubt explode."

He said this with such a straight face that Lizzy had no idea if he was joking or not. The screen behind him flickered and the picture of a hard looking Arab man came into focus.

"This is Mohammad Jeru, one of the most notorious terrorists in Afghanistan. He's been responsible for hundreds of thousands of deaths, both civilian and military. We've spent three and a half months tracking him down, but we now believe that we have finally cornered him in his hiding place in a cave high in the mountains. Now we just need to get him out. Normally we'd bomb it, or storm the place. But there's a problem. Intelligence has confirmed that Jeru has somehow managed to steal a rather large quantity of explosives. If we try to blow it up it'll cause a landslide that will crush several small settlements. The press would have a field day with that one."

Lizzy nodded slowly. "I have no idea why you're telling me this," she said simply.

General Gordon switched the projector off. "Miss Linley, sometimes in terrorist dealings, more the case if they have taken hostages, we use a tactic where we create an almost deafening amount of noise to drive them out of their hiding places. Usually a sound that is played over and over again."

Lizzy had a funny feeling she knew why she was now sitting in the bunker, but she refused to believe the US military would do such a thing. "I still don't know why I'm here," she said, crossing her arms and glaring at the general.

"Because, Miss Linley, our latest intelligence has revealed one startling fact about Mohammad Jeru: despite all his principles, all his beliefs, he can't escape his biology. He is one in three million, Miss Linley. He too has 'orgasm gigas'." General Gordon let that revelation sink in before continuing. "If we were to play the sound of a woman reaching her own orgasm over and over again, at a deafening volume, his differing lust and mental strength would fight each other and he would lose. The horny little bastard will come running out of his cave, happy to be captured if only so he can, if you pardon the phrase, crack one off on decadent American soil."

Zack stood up, appalled. "You want us to go to Afghanistan and screw each other outside a cave? That's sick!"

"I agree," replied General Gordon. "It is sick. That's why we're perfectly fine if you do it here in this bunker and let us record the audio. We can then take it back with us tonight and use it the first moment we get. You'll be rewarded handsomely for your efforts, of course, plus you'll have the satisfaction of helping to fight the war on terror."

Zack seethed and tried to control his temper. "You might wanna know that I was one of the marchers in the peace protests several years ago, General. I may not be so willing to take part in this little mission of yours."

General Gordon shrugged. "We won't force you to do anything you don't want to."

Zack was about to go off on a tirade, he was so angry, but he was stopped by the gentle touch of Lizzy's hand on his arm.

"Zack," she said quietly. "I think we should do this."

"What?" he cried.

"Think about it: we could help bring a disgusting, evil man to justice. And no one would get hurt either." She turned to General Gordon. "We're in."

"Then we've got no time to waste," he replied. "Follow me."

*****

The pair were separated and each led down dim lit corridors to small rooms that looked like tiny apartments. Zack was told that he had to use the shower facilities and was to make himself look as attractive as possible. He glowered as the door was closed and a guard placed outside.

Lizzy's room was a bit bigger. It too had a shower, and a large clothes rail that she only got a glimpse of before being shoved under the gloriously hot water. She stayed under it for as long as possible. 

All through my life, she thought as she felt her body awakening once more in the steam and heat, all through it I've felt like I was different. Now I know why. 

There was only a small towel for her to dry herself down and wrap her body up in, which she did as best as she could. She entered the other room and almost ran back into the shower when she saw two people standing in there waiting for her: a balding man with a brown goatee and a very loud pink shirt over his skinny body, and a very butch looking female officer, who instantly gave away her sexuality by the look of lust that flashed through her eyes as Lizzy stepped through into the room.

"Finally," cried the man in an over dramatic, high pitched voice. "You were in there so long I thought you'd evaporated from the steam!"

"This is Nicholas Leto," said the female officer by way of introduction in a deep, bored voice. "He's one of the fashion world's greatest designers. He's said to be able to make a pineapple look sexy. General Gordon felt his area of expertise was needed." 

Leto clapped his hands. "If we want your boyfriend to ravish you, darling," he said, "if we want him to trigger all your little buttons, you need to look fabulous! That's where I come in!"

Lizzy didn't know whether to be annoyed or amused at the little man's oversized ego, and the hard stare that the female officer kept giving her was creeping her out. She breathed slowly: no need to panic. Just do what they tell you and it'll all be over much quicker.

Leto moved over to the clothes rail, which Lizzy could now see held various pieces of gorgeous looking lingerie. 

"All from Goodinsons, naturally," claimed the fashion designer proudly. "Part of my own special label for them, too. The best there is for slutty, silky sex suits." 

He giggled at his own alliteration. It set Lizzy's teeth on edge, but she smiled as politely as she could, aware that the female officer had shifted herself so that she was standing right behind her, now with a clear view of her exposed, tight ass through the small towel.

"So then," said Leto, drying an eye with his finger, "what is boyfriend's favourite colour, hmm? What's going to make his little military man stand at attention?"

Was this guy for real? He was like a bad walking stereotype! Oh well.

"Black," Lizzy replied. "Zack likes me in black the best."

"I'll bet he does, sweetie, naughty Zack likes the black! Well, come over here, whip that towel off and start trying these out!"

Lizzy turned towards the female officer. "Er...no offence, but do you have to be here?"

"For your own security, ma'am," smiled the officer. "And I'd advise you to do as Mr Leto says, otherwise I may have to use force."

Lizzy's eyes widened. She dropped the towel and hurried as quickly as possible towards Leto, hiding herself as best as she could behind the clothes rail and the various silk and cotton bras and panties.

After three or four tries, she eventually found a matching set of bra and panties that fitted her perfectly. They felt so good against her skin, and looked so good on her, she'd half a mind to ask if she could take them as part of her payment. 

Leto then pushed her onto a chair in front of a large mirror and, grabbing a brush, began to comb and straighten her long blonde hair. "I started with Campbell," he declared proudly. "Before I came along she looked like a tramp about to throw up. Now she looks like a goddess."

"Er...right," replied Lizzy, not sure how to reply. She had never been a fashion girl; sure, she knew of certain supermodels and heard and read the scandalous gossip about them eagerly, but when it came to proper fashion shows it was all one big snooze fest for her.

Within ten minutes though, despite all her misgivings, Lizzy had to admit that Leto had made her look more beautiful than she felt she had ever looked before. Her hair was almost golden in the light, and deep black eye shadow worked perfectly with the elegant lingerie she was feeling more and more comfortable in every moment. She almost didn't mind the near slobbering of the female officer behind them; after all, if she was having that much of an effect on her, there was a good chance Zack would feel the same way.

"Almost done, my love," trilled Leto. "But I can't help feeling something's missing...got it! One second!"

He dived behind the clothes rail and rummaged through a plain brown case until he found what he was looking for. He came back and without any warning wrapped a glittering, silver body chain around Lizzy's stomach. She was startled by the coldness of it, but secretly thrilled at the beauty of it.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Leto, waving his hands up in the air.

"I'll say," drooled the female officer.

There was a knock at the door, and General Gordon's gruff voice filtered through the keyhole. "Are we done, Mr Leto?"

"Oh, we're done, General; we are certainly done!"

They wrapped Lizzy in a black silk robe, which she was a little annoyed hadn't been offered to her before, and led her back down the corridors until they came to an anonymous looking door. General Gordon opened it to reveal a room that was so intensely white it almost blinded Lizzy for a second. Zack was in there, looking very fed up and also in a black robe.

"He...er...didn't take as long as you to get ready," explained General Gordon quietly. "I think it's going to be difficult to get him to co-operate."

"Permission to speak, sir?" asked the female officer.

"Granted."

"Maybe I could have a try. I reckon I could make her squeal like there was no tomorrow...sir."

General Gordon smiled wryly. "A good idea, but no, soldier. She needs to be with the person she loves."

The female officer, disgruntled, excused herself and slouched off, looking for the first willing female solider she could find to take home and sit on their face.

Butterflies were swimming around Lizzy's stomach. She swallowed and whispered, "I can't see any microphones."

"Disguised in the decor," explained General Gordon. "That way we can pick up everything while you can pretend there's nothing there, if you see what I mean."

Lizzy looked at him curiously. "You sound like you've done this kind of thing before."

"Not personally," replied General Gordon with that straight face of his again that made it impossible to tell whether he was joking or not. "Good luck!"

She felt herself pushed through the door into the room; felt the draft from the door closing hit the back of her naked legs; felt the butterflies leap higher and higher in her stomach. And yet, scarcely there, too astounding to believe, stirrings of that old familiar warmth. 

Really? she thought. You're actually beginning to be turned on by this? Really?

From the look on his face, sex was most definitely the last thing on Zack's mind. He looked incredibly pissed off and made it clear that he was from the moment he opened his mouth.

"Now what do we do?" he asked her moodily. "If you think I'm going to fuck you with those perverts listening, you can think again, Lizzy. Why the hell did you say we'd do this?"

Lizzy folded her arms across her chest, feeling the material of that exquisite bra press down onto her nipples. They were getting harder -- god, she really was getting turned on by this! She glanced around the room. It was all white, with a single large white bed right in the middle of it. There were no windows, no mirrors, no visible cameras or microphones. There was no sound from outside the room, either. It was as if they were truly alone. 

Yet she knew they were recording this, she knew that they may even be watching this right now. A ridiculous image lashed through her mind of the whole troop sitting butt naked, watching huge screens, having a massive group masturbation to the pictures they were watching. Yes, it was a stupid idea, but hell, it was making her damp down in those black panties. 

"I didn't know why I said 'yes' at first," she explained to Zack now, putting her legs a little closer together as she felt the first drip of something crawling down her thigh. "I was like you, remember? I was totally against what they've been doing over there in Afghanistan and Iraq and all. But I think I know why I did now."

"Why?" asked Zack, a little quieter.

"Because I'm horny as hell," she replied huskily, walking slowly towards him, running the hem of her robe through her fingertips. "And we're going to get paid to fuck. And I can moan as much as I want, as loudly as I want. And I love you, and I want you, I need you -- right now."

Slowly, very slowly, she opened the robe up to let his widening eyes take in the sight of her in that beautiful black lingerie, that gorgeous silver chain tied round her waist. She let the robe fall to the floor and began to rub her hands softly over her body, across the smooth bare skin above the chain, over the smooth material of the bra, feeling her hardening nipples poke out of them. Rubbing her neck, she let the other hand wander downwards, over the velvet touch of the panties, feeling the wetness that was starting to seep through, her wetness for him. She sighed softly as her fingers ran over and under, between her thighs, hitting the material that surrounded her sex.

Zack watched this with diminishing resistance. Though he hadn't been as horny as Lizzy had been over the last two days, he was certainly catching up with her now. He knew what she was doing: teasing him to get her way. God, she looked amazing in that bra, those panties. Where did she get that silver chain? Without thinking, watching her wandering hands as they caressed her body, he undid his own robe and threw it to one side, completely naked underneath, his member standing erect and getting bigger. It felt good to be naked in front of her. It turned him on more knowing that she was devouring every bit of him with her eyes, just as she had done all those months ago when they had first met.

He walked towards her, their eyes now fixed on one another. Her hands left her own body and touched his nakedness, feeling the chest, the strong arms. She smelled the deodorant on his skin. It was one of her own personal favourites -- these guys had done their homework somehow. 

Gently they pressed themselves up to one another, and she felt his hardness press into the material of the panties, just above her mound. It sent a shock of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried, "Oh!" shortly and sharply, laughing breathlessly as he grinned at her, the first proper smile on his face all day.

"I think you can do better than that," he whispered in her ear, nibbling at the corner of it. She bit her bottom lip -- he knew her so well. Then the mouth kissed along the neck, across the cheek and onto the lips, gently at first before her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and their tongues met; it was hunger, passion all of a sudden. He lifted her up off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his torso, feeling his erection press more into her, thrilling at the sensation of it. 

Zack carried her over to the bed and placed her down gently on it, her arms still clinging around his neck to bring him with her. He kissed down her body, breathing in the sweet perfume that hovered over her breasts, until, down on his knees, he reached her panties. Licking and kissing her thighs, his hand slipped down under the black material into the wetness, searching for her sex. When he found it and ventured forward some more Lizzy laid back on the bed and began to whimper, her own hand reaching down to find his exploring one and cling onto it, determined not to let it escape. Her thighs began to squeeze lightly against his head as his tongue continued to caress them, before she sat up and brought his face, his tongue, his lips back onto her own.




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Taking one side of material in each hand, Zack quickly slipped the panties off, Lizzy lifting herself slightly off the comfortable bed to help him. The smell of her wetness hit him almost as soon as he removed the black underwear from the skin, and he felt his member throb with impatience. Laying the panties down on the floor by his feet, he worked his way back up her right left with his tongue, finally licking over the swollen lips before entering.

Lizzy shuddered as a wave of bliss hit her. Already she could feel herself on the brink of an orgasm. It annoyed her slightly; she usually didn't cum this quickly. She wondered if she should try and hold it in, to try and store it all up for one almighty explosion at the end. But even now she knew it was too late. Her body bucking under the influence of Zack's loving, caressing tongue, she gasped breathlessly, grabbing a handful of his hair without thinking and twisting the strands for dear life as she came.

Taking the hint, Zack moved away from her dripping sex, wiping his sticky mouth with the back of his hand, before continuing to kiss upwards; soft, gentle touches on her skin as she lay getting her breath back, her golden hair spread eagled above her in different directions. He trailed over the body chain, lifting it up slightly with his tongue to kiss the smooth, heaving flesh underneath, before here, at last, his favourite part of her, the only area of either of their bodies that was still covered: her breasts.

His lips hovered over the small, perfect lumps before placing themselves on the very top of them, circling all the way round the skin that wasn't covered by black. Down and across and into the v, almost to the edge of her nipples which could just be seen under the very hemline of the bra. 

Lizzy closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt him satisfy his little fetish for her 34Cs, but she was also getting a little impatient. Her pussy was crying out, begging to be touched again. She rested a hand on her lover's bare back, stroking it while he continued to lick, and her other hand went down, underneath his body, towards her wetness and up onto the clit. She lazily stroked it back and forth, feeling odd jolts of exciting fervour flooding over her every so often. 

But Zack quickly got wise to the situation. Looking up from her chest, into her eyes, he reached down and took hold of the flickering hand and placed it lower, further down. Lizzy felt warm, brick-like hardness; she grinned and continued her lazy motions, this time running her whole hand back and forth. 

As Zack reached under her to expertly undo the clasp of the bra, Lizzy momentarily remembered what they were actually doing. The image of a whole platoon naked and rubbing their cocks or fingering their pussies to the sight of what was going on in this room right now filled her with a deliciously wicked feeling. She had little doubt that she was going to give them watching -- and Mohammad Jeru, who thought he was nice and safe -- something to remember for a long, long time.

The bra was quickly removed. Finally her breasts, the nipples standing to attention as much as the hardness between her fingers, were out in the open. Zack immediately pounced on them with such excitement that Lizzy reckoned he too was beginning to grow impatient. Still, months of worshipping her breasts had done the boy good; he sure knew how to lick, kiss and suck them. She sat up slightly, one straight arm behind on the bed to support her, the other hand caressing his hair, gentler this time than before. He played and toyed and teased her nipples, occasionally lightly biting them which sent further sudden pulses through them and down back towards her sex, which seemed to just keep getting wetter and wetter. Lizzy was sure that, were she to move, there would be a puddle of white hot liquid on the floor under her thighs.

They kissed deeply once more, before she helped him onto the bed and onto her. He entered her slowly, though easily. Lizzy felt the throb of him as it passed through the lips, and immediately cried out with happiness to feel it working inside of her. Now, more than any other time, it felt like such a perfect fit. She spread her legs wider, letting him in deeper, and rested them on top of his muscled ass, which was clenched tight with furious concentration. He was obviously more excited than he was letting on. Lizzy was impressed with his patience as he slowly began to move back and forth, allowing the build up to be just as slow; for Lizzy could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. His work with her breasts and the sudden penetration had kick started it. She held onto him as he continued to slowly move deeper into her, felt herself clench and then release in a dizzying spiral. 

She held him tightly to her; he was still inside, still hard, still quivering. When she could open her eyes she was staring straight into his. They were full of love for her. 

"Do you think I've made enough noise?" she asked him. Hr throat was dry.

He kissed her on the lips, letting his tongue dart quickly into her mouth. "Not nearly enough," he declared, grinning.

Lizzy laughed out loud and pushed herself up, forcing him over and onto his back. He left her sex quite suddenly as he went, which sent more sparks through her body. She had already got it in mind what was going to happen. If she had been crueller, she might have even briefly seen Zack as just a living, breathing sex toy; after all, it was her condition that was being used, not his. He could have just been a very effective stimulant. No, she was going to have the final say with this one.

She crawled over him and carefully, slowly straddled the still throbbing member. She was now more than impressed at its performance. She reckoned it deserved a medal. Did they give that kind of thing for fucking? They would have to after today.

By stark contrast to Zack's movements, Lizzy was anything but slow. She started to move quickly, shifting herself up and down, feeling him sliding inside of her. His hands reached out and found her breasts -- what else? They fondled and caressed, pinching the nipples between the fingers, while Lizzy swivelled and bounced on top of him.

Now this was it. Even Lizzy could sense it coming. It felt so much more different to her previous two orgasms. At first it was a little scary; it was like something was crawling over her skin, till she realised it was merely goose pimples. It was there, right on the tip of her tongue, just waiting for her to take the next step.

She began to moan, louder and louder; no words, just moaning. She hurriedly wrapped a hand around Zack's neck and brought him back up towards her, bringing him deeper still into her. He ravished her breasts once more as she threw her head back and moaned louder and louder. 

Then there was silence, but she hadn't stopped. She was still going, still coming, still moaning. She just couldn't hear it anymore. She felt herself getting dizzier and dizzier from the complete satisfaction that was pulsing through her body, heightened by Zack's timely ejaculation, shooting deep inside of her as if right to the top of her head. She felt herself give one last giant shudder, one last terrific scream, and then collapsed backwards onto the bed and blacked out.

*****

It was a week later, and Lizzy was back in bed. This time, however, she was in there for the sake of her health. Doctor Taylor had diagnosed her as suffering from complete exhaustion, and bed rest was the only proper medicine. 

"And no sex!" he had added strictly. Lizzy wasn't sure how much he'd been told by General Gordon about what had gone on, and she didn't really want to know either,

She had awoken in hospital with a very worried looking Zack by her side and a military guard. As soon as she had awoken, word was sent to General Gordon, who raced over that afternoon. They had gotten every last second of audio from the 'session', as he called it, and were at that moment editing it for use in the battlefield. Apparently, someone had phoned up the Guinness Book of Records too, in order to announce the loudest ever orgasm in the history of mankind. General Gordon said this last piece of information with that straight face of his. Lizzy hoped he had been joking.

But at least now she knew, after nearly all her life, why she had always felt so different. There was nothing strange about what she had. She'd researched it online and found a few websites for people like her with 'orgasm gigas'. Okay, so they all ended up being a little dirty, but she supposed that was bound to happen when you had a sexual biological problem and talked about it 24/7. 

The front door opened and Zack walked in from work. He'd been so wonderful to her this past week, so loving and caring, making sure she was absolutely comfortable. If she had ever doubted that he didn't reciprocate her feelings of love, there was the proof to halt that doubt in its tracks.

He strolled into the bedroom, a large smile on his face, and passed a newspaper over to her. "Read page twelve," he said, kissing her on the cheek before wandering into the bathroom.

Curious, Lizzy picked up the paper and opened it up. At first she had no idea what she was looking for, then suddenly saw a familiar picture and grinned almost as widely as Zack had been. 

There was the profile of Muhammad Jaru that they had been shown on the projection screen in the bunker. To one side of it was a large headline and detailed information on how one of the world's most dangerous terrorists was captured after he gave himself up without a fight due to the excessive playing of loud noise continuously.

"What do you think?" Zack called from the bathroom.

Lizzy laughed. "They don't mention what kind of noise was played! For all we know it could have been a Beethoven Symphony or something!"

Zack poked his head back into the bedroom, a comically quizzical look on his face. "Darling, are you suggesting that the US government would seriously pay two people to fuck themselves senseless and then not use the footage to fight global terrorism?"

"It does sound a little far-fetched when you think about it," replied Lizzy, looking back at the photo of Jeru.

"Ah well," sighed Zack. "Curse the official secrets act!"

He walked back into the bedroom dressed only in his boxer shorts and sat on the bed by her feet. His hands rested on them and began to gently squeeze and rub them.

"You and I," said Lizzy, looking at him over the top of the newspaper, "we helped fight terrorism. We might have even saved loads of lives -- and nobody will ever know what we did."

"We'll know," replied Zack. "And we can celebrate accordingly." 

"Oh, really?" said Lizzy, an eyebrow raised. "And how would we go about that then?"

In reply Zack ripped the newspaper from her hands and, grabbing her feet, dragged her giggling towards him. They kissed deeply.

"We fought in the War on Terror," said Lizzy, nuzzling up to his neck.

"Nah, we didn't fight," Zack said proudly. "We made love, not war!"

The End.



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Based on a false story.

***

Jamie's parents finally left to take her little brother trick-or-treating. Alone at last, Jamie couldn't wait to get back online. This backward town offered little fun for a high school senior, but the internet was there for her, at least now that she knew how to get around the filters. She booted up the computer.

The phone rang and, by force of habit, Jamie picked up. "Hello?"

"Hi, is Katie there?"

For a moment, Jamie flashed on her old friend Katie, but she quickly suppressed those memories drudged up by this weird coincidence. "No, you've got the wrong number," Jamie told him.

"Sorry."

"That's okay," she said.

"What was that sound?"

"I'm just booting up my computer."

"Oh," he said. "I only use my computer to go on the internet."

Jamie found his voice warm and sexy. She liked talking to him. "That's what I'm doing," she said as she poured herself a glass of brandy.

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do online?"

She smirked. "I'm just going to read some sexy story." She wouldn't have shared that with someone she knew. In this town, the risks were too high. But since this was some guy she would never meet, she figured, why not? If things went in a direction she didn't like, she could always hang up on him.

"I like doing that," he told her. "What's your favorite sexy story?"

She looked out her windows as she considered. It was a dark night and her windows showed little but the reflections of her well-lit living room. "I guess my favorite would be the first story by electric1."

"Is he that preachy writer who always stops in the middle of a porn story to remind us going vegan is good for the environment?"

"Yeah," she laughed as she lay on the couch and took off her slippers. "He's always entering that Earth Day contest and trying to tie sex to environmentalism. It's lame, but his stories are sexy. I like the way he does femdom." She sipped her brandy, letting the liquor warm her taste buds.

"Is that what you like?" he teased. "Femdom?"

She smiled as she unbuttoned her blouse and swallowed. "Yeah," she said. "I like imagining I'm in charge and can do anything I want with a sexy guy." She slipped her hand inside her blouse and caressed her firm belly.

He asked her, "Do you like S & M stories?"

"No. That's too extreme. But sometimes I'll read CFNM stories."

"Are those the ones where the women stay dressed but make the men get naked?"

She rubbed a braless tit. "Yeah. That's fun to think about: playing with men's penises while I'm totally in control."

"You sound like a fun woman. How come you're reading about dominating men instead of doing it?"

"I live in Bumfuck, Tennessee. Everyone in this town has to take a virginity pledge, and anyone caught breaking it is sent to prison."

"Wow. That sounds draconian."

"I'd move out if I could afford to. Damn, I wish I had been adopted by parents in a normal city."

The caller chuckled. "It all sounds like the setup to a bad porn story."

"I know," she agreed as she removed her skirt. "Maybe I should write a story about this town."

"What would happen in your story?"

Jamie pealed off her panties as she considered. "Maybe some civil disobedience. People show up at city hall and have wild sex right there."

"Maybe a CFNM protest?"

"Yeah! We could have the guys line up naked. Chicks could stroke them and try to shoot their cum at the city council members. That would be awesome!" Jamie spread her legs and slid her fingers in between as she imagined that delicious scenario. How sweet it would be to see a cock in person, to touch it, to stroke it, to make it shoot. How cool it would be to cover those prudes on the city council with cum.

The man told her, "I guess the stories I like most are voyeurism stories."

"Oh," she said (almost moaned). "You like men peeping on naked women?"

"Yeah. I like to think about watching some woman home alone, naked, spreading her legs, rubbing her pussy, making herself feel good."

Jamie chuckled to herself. Maybe she should tell him she was doing that right now.

The man asked her, "What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know my name?" she teased.

"Because I like to know who I'm looking at."

Jamie's finger stopped right there on her clit. She looked out the windows at the darkness. Could he really be out there? After a second, her hand moved again, but just a little bit over her clit, comforting her. Maybe he was just playing. "What did you say?" she asked.

"I said, 'I like to know who I'm talking to.'"

"That's not what you said the first time." She hung up.

She stood and approached the windows. Wearing only her unbuttoned blouse, she had nothing hiding her blonde beaver except the hand she kept there.

She drew the curtains. She peered between them but saw no one outside.

Jamie didn't know how to feel about this. It was probably a prank. But what if he really was out there and he'd seen her naked body? What if he'd seen her pussy? Seen her playing with it?

After all these years of virginity, a part of her liked the idea of showing her naked body to a man. But a stranger peeping at her was creepy. Worse yet, it could be someone she knew disguising his voice. Hell, if he knew her phone number and her address, what else did he know about her?

The phone rang again. "Hello?" she asked.

"Do you want to fuck tonight, Jamie?"

"Who is this?"

"Someone with a long, throbbing cock waiting for you to play with it. I'll let you dress if you like, cover up that sweet, blonde beaver, that firm, creamy white ass of yours, if that makes you more comfortable, while you play with my naked cock. You could touch me any way you like. You could curl your fingers around my balls. You could stroke my long, fat shaft all the way to the plump head of my cock."

She hung up again. The image he'd put in her head was powerful, and it was dangerous. If he was here, and if he seduced her, they would both be taken away.

Yet she was so horny! How would she hold out till morning?

***

The day Principal Marsden gave Jamie and her classmates their virginity pledge was a Friday, and Jamie spent that night in the cabin again with her friends, isolated in the dark woods. A single light bulb hung over their heads. Katie asked the group, "How are we going to keep our pledges?"

"It's easy," said Randy, "if we just follow the rules." He waited for someone to ask the question.

"What rules?" Jamie said.

"If you read any porn story, it's clear what leads to sex," Randy answered. "There are three rules you have to follow to remain a virgin. The first rule is, never tell anyone you're 18."

"But we are 18," Sarah said. "All of us are. That's why we had to take the pledge."

"No! Don't say that out loud," urged Randy. "When people find out you're legal, they want to fuck you."

Matthew chuckled. "They're coming," he said in a creepy, horror movie voice. "They're coming to fuck you, Sarah."

"Shut up, Matthew," Katie said.

Randy continued, "Rule number two: don't have sexual fantasies about anyone you know. If you fantasize about someone, it sends a lustful energy that guarantees that person will desire you, too, and before you know it, you'll be fucking."

Randy, Jamie noticed, looked kind of sexy when talking about any of his three passions: porn, literature, or porn stories.

Freddy asked, "So what are we supposed to do while masturbating. I mean, there's no way to remain a virgin without masturbating."

Jamie laughed to hear her boyfriend ask such a blunt question. And yes, just for a moment, she pictured the sight of her boyfriend with his pants down, stroking a cock she imaged as thick and firm and gorgeous. The image was seductive, but she quickly pushed it out of her head.

Don advised, "Just think about Angelina Jolie."

"No," said Randy. "Angelina Jolie is a real person. If you fantasize about her, she'll fuck you, too."

"Hasn't worked for me yet," joked Matthew.

Randy ignored him. "It's safer to think about a fictional character Jolie has played, like Acid Burn or Legs. Since they don't live in the real world, there's no danger you'll have sex with one of them."

Don commented, "When she played Legs, Legs had some nice fuckin' tits!"

"And," Randy continued, "be sure you do masturbate, because otherwise you'll have wet dreams you can't control. And dreaming about someone has the same effect as fantasizing about them."

"Ut-oh," said Katie.

"What?"

"Nothing," she said.

"And rule number three: never drink alcohol," Randy told them. "Alcohol gives you the excuse to do things you want to do when you're sober but don't want people to know you want to do: like have sex."

Matthew stood, stretching his legs. "I'm going out to the car. I'm going to get that bottle of bourbon out of the trunk." He bulged out his eyes in mock startlement, putting his fingers over his open mouth. "Oh, no! I'm gonna be fucked!" He laughed and stumbled out of the cabin, into the dark night.

Randy shook his head. "He doesn't know the risk he's taking."

They didn't wait for Matthew's return. He was too unpredictable. Instead, Sarah played the DVD they'd rented for tonight. "Watch," she announced. "When Richard Gere dances in the shower, you'll see his penis flopping around."

Freddy groaned.

"Don't worry," Don said. "Later on, that French chick gets naked, too. She's hot!"

"Full frontal?" asked Nick.

"Yes! You can totally see her bush."

As they watched the DVD, Jamie cuddled with Freddy until they heard it outside. It sounded like a quick scream or a moan.

"What the hell was that?" Randy asked.

"That was the movie," Katie said.

"No!" said Jamie. "That was Matthew!"

They threw open the door and peered out into the darkness. It was raining a little. Jamie charged out, followed by Freddy and Randy and the others.

Then they saw it. Matthew was lying on his back, pants down. A woman straddled him, fucking him like crazy.

"No!" Jamie yelled. "Stop!"

The woman, interrupted, looked up at Jamie with the wildest eyes Jamie had ever seen. "Did you want to join us?" the woman asked with a wicked grin.

Even as the rain came down over the woman's long black hair, over her plush lips and her large breasts, the woman looked sexy. Jamie had never seen a female form look so inviting, or lips look so luscious. Jamie had never thought she could be drawn to a woman, but this wet brunette exuded a sexual chemistry that was hard to resist. Jamie could understand why Matthew was willing to fuck her even in the rain and even knowing the punishment that would follow. This town was full of informants and security cameras, but a woman like this could make a man forget the risks.

Frightened by her own arousal, Jamie turned and ran back to the cabin, followed by several others. Only Don remained to help their buddy. The rest would never see Matthew or Don again.

In the safety of their cabin, Jamie asked, "Who was that woman?"

Randy said, "You didn't recognize her? That was Angelina Jolie."

"Oh, bullshit. It couldn't have been," said Sarah as she opened the door again and tried to see.

Freddy looked over her shoulder. "Can't see from here."

Randy shut the door. "Don't look. Whoever that woman is, it's too late for Matthew and Don, but we can still save ourselves." He looked around the room at Jamie, Freddy, Sarah, Katie, and Nick. The survivors. So far.

The rain tapped louder against the walls of the cabin. The wind rustled the trees. And still in the faint distance, they could hear Matthew and Don sealing their fate with the black-haired siren.

The survivors felt helpless, and the more they heard the sounds of pleasure -- the moaning and sighing and grunting -- the more they feared they might be drawn into joining, tempted to believe such ecstasy could be worth the price. Jamie could already feel her panties dampening.

Randy locked the door. Everyone knew, however, that the real danger was not that wild woman breaking in to get them. The real danger was the survivors breaking out. And the door was easily opened from inside.

Nick said, "We can't just leave them out there."

"There's nothing we can do now," said Sarah. "We need to get our minds off them. It's our only chance."

"We better watch the rest of the movie," Randy said.

"No, we better not," said Jamie. "Not unless we want Richard Gere busting in here."

Sarah said, "Think about the character, not about the actor."

They followed that advice, determinedly thinking about the hot-looking characters and not the movie stars with the same bodies. They watched the film for another hour until the power shut off.

"What the hell?" said Nick.

"The storm must have knocked down a power line," Randy told them. "I'm sure it will be back on soon."

Sitting in the darkness, Katie kept thinking about the sexy movie they had been watching, wishing she could see the rest. When she felt a gentle hand on her thigh, she wasn't sure how to react. She couldn't even be sure who was touching her, though it was probably Nick, considering where the hand was coming from. Maybe that was just wishful thinking. Nick was the hottest guy in the room.

In complete darkness, there wasn't much else to do. And it wasn't like they were having actual sex, right? Just touching.

The touch seemed perfectly innocent, too, at first. Then his hand slid up and down her thigh.

Katie thought it was cool that someone, Nick, could touch her and no one else in the room would have any idea. It was pitch black, and as long as they were silent, no one would hear anything but the storm outside. The only communication here was tactile.

In this environment, it might even be safe to have sex. If absolutely no one could see them, maybe they could get away with it. Of course, she didn't dare risk going all the way, but a little of the way should be fine. Right?

His hand slid up Katie's body, over her belly and her chest. She suppressed a moan, desperate to stay silent. She put a hand on his arm, not to stop him, but to trace her way up to his muscular chest. Nick's body was as warm and as firm as it had been in that dream she'd had about him the other night.

She thought about what Randy had said about the power of wet dreams. If she had dreamed about Nick, did that mean he had dreamed about her, too? If so, this could be a magical moment for both of them. It could also be a dangerous trap, though maybe the cover of darkness would let them get away with a little fun.

Katie wondered if others were coupling. Surely she wasn't the only one taking advantage of the dark.

Nick slid one hand down her body until he found her belt. He slipped that hand inside her pants, gently rubbing her fur. Katie wasn't sure what scared her more: the danger that she might give in to temptation, or the danger that the lights might suddenly come back on. Maybe, she thought, maybe she should stop him.

But it felt so damn good! She had wanted a man to touch her like this for so long. Finally it was here. Her dream was coming true. She let him continue sliding his finger over her slit. As long as she didn't let things go too far...

Katie slipped her arms around Nick and pulled him close to her. She quietly -- oh so quietly -- kissed his face, then found his lips and kissed those. She allowed her hand to wander down his firm chest, over his abs, and down to the bulge in his jeans. That bulge was big and hard. She had never felt one before, and it made her heart pound. She kissed his mouth with more passion.

Suddenly, Jamie asked, "What was that?"

Katie froze.

"What?" asked Freddy.

Katie didn't even breathe.

"It sounded like ... someone making out."

Randy said, "No one give in to temptation here. We've already lost two of our friends tonight."

"You're right," agreed Nick, composing himself. "I'm going to check the fuse box. See if I can get the lights back on."

"Good idea," Jamie agreed.

"Wait," said Katie. "I've seen enough horror movies to know you never go into the basement alone. I'll go with you."

That was the last Jamie saw of Nick or Katie.

***

Jamie looked regretfully at her half-empty glass of brandy. She dumped what remained in the sink.

The phone rang again, and Jamie picked up. "Yes?"

"Why won't you talk to me?" Him again.

"Please, leave me alone."

"I thought you enjoyed our conversation. About CFNM? About how much you would enjoy playing with penises?"

Damn! Why had she told this man her weakness?

"You looked so happy a few minutes ago," he continued, "laying on your couch, rubbing your pussy. Let's go back to that."

"What do you want?"

"I want to see what your insides look like when you spread your lower lips," he told her. "Do you know what it feels like to be penetrated with a long, hard tool thrusting into you over and over while you cry out in pleasure?"

"I'm about two seconds away from calling the cops."

His voice got more threatening. "You call the cops and your boyfriend's fucked."

"What?!" she asked.

"Take a look in your backyard."

Cautiously, Jamie flicked on the floodlight and peered into her yard. There was Freddy, tied to a chair. Except for the ropes around him and the gag in his mouth, Freddy was naked. For the first time, she could see her boyfriend's entire body. Even his dick, which was pointing up to his chin, hard and ready for a woman's touch.

Jamie had heard that even being in the same room with a naked erection could be enough to risk prison. She didn't dare go outside.

Freddy wasn't alone out there. Also in the backyard stood a man in a Halloween costume, a white mask and a black robe, holding a cell phone to his ear. She could tell he was a man only because under his robe he had something at waist-level pointing out. He must have been naked beneath.

One other person stood in the backyard: a woman dressed for Halloween as a sexy nurse, her costume displaying nearly every inch of her firm legs. The woman's face was uncovered, too.

Into the phone, Jamie asked, "Is that Sarah?"

"It sure is," the man answered. "And if you don't do what I tell you, Sarah's going to fuck your boyfriend. Is that what you want, Jamie? To see Sarah wrap her pussy around your boyfriend's hard cock and take him inside her?"

Jamie looked at them. She felt bad for Freddy being tied up out there. Yet she had to admit, part of her also liked seeing him naked at last, seeing his penis. But she didn't want to lose her boyfriend, and she didn't want him inside another woman.

"You're bluffing," Jamie said. "Sarah wouldn't do that."

"Maybe you should talk to your friend." The costumed man handed his cellphone to Sarah.

"I'm sorry, Jamie. He made me do this."

"Sarah, what's going on?"

"It started a few months ago. I thought I used enough protection. I drove beyond the city limits. I picked up a man and didn't tell him my real name."

"You had sex?!" Jamie asked.

"No. I mean, not really. We just took off our clothes and I stroked his naked body a little. His dick was so sexy, I wasn't sure if I could resist having it in my pussy. But I did. I put his hard cock in my mouth and sucked and licked until his cum shot down my throat. Then I buried his head in my pussy and let him lick me to a screaming orgasm, and then another one. But I didn't think that would get me in trouble."

"Are you crazy? In this town, everything counts!"

"I know, I know. But this was out of town, and I never even saw him again," Sarah said. "But then this creep sent me a note that said he knew what I did last summer. He threatened to tell the authorities unless I did what he wanted. He made me come here, Jamie. I'm sorry."

"Who is he, Sarah? Who's doing this?"

"You'll never believe who it is, Jamie. It's -- "

"I'll believe you. Just tell me."




Moan



"I was about to."

"Oh! Go ahead."

"You're not going to cut me off again, are you?"

"I'm sorry," urged Jamie. "For God's sake, tell me who it is. Please!"

"The person behind all this is -- "

The robed man pulled the phone away and said, "You tell her anything more, Sarah, and I go to the cops."

Sarah apologized to him.

"Now, Jamie, today is the day your boyfriend loses his virginity. The question is, will he lose it to you or to Sarah?"

"You animal!" cried Jamie. "How can you do this?"

"Many in this town go through life never appreciating the gift of sexuality," he told her. "I help people enjoy what God has given us."

"You sick bastard!" Jamie said.

"Look how frustrated your boyfriend is. Look how hard his cock is, and Sarah hasn't even gotten naked yet."

Jamie looked again. Freddy's cock was throbbing up from his lap. He looked desperate for the relief Jamie secretly yearned to give him.

"Do you want to see Sarah wrap her lips around your boyfriend's hard cock and suck him off? Maybe even remove her costume and wrap her furry pussy around that cock and slide up and down on it until an orgasm wells up?"

Jamie, who had yet to put her skirt back on, rubbed her pussy as she looked at those gorgeous bodies.

"Is that what you want, Jamie?"

"Oh! Uh, no," she answered.

"Then you better come out here."

What choice did she have? Jamie put on her clothes. She knew she would be told to take them off again, but dressing would stall for time.

Now fully clothed, Jamie slid open the glass door and stepped cautiously into her backyard. As she approached the other three, it dawned on her why this mysterious person was doing this. From the bulge under his robe, it was obvious. He was horny. This must be part of a plan to give himself a live sex show so he could jack off, keeping himself somewhat safe while sending Jamie and Freddy to their doom.

Jamie had read that after a man cums, he loses all interest in sex. If she could just get this man to cum before she had sex with Freddy, she could save her boyfriend and maybe herself. Her plan, she knew, would require great self-control since a part of her wanted badly to fuck her boyfriend and this villain was offering her a great excuse. She prayed she would be strong enough to pull it off.

The man asked her, "Doesn't your boyfriend look nice? All tied up and naked. You can do anything you want with him. It's your dream come true."

This was indeed her secret fantasy. Femdom. CFNM. It was all here.

She told him, "I bet this is your dream, too. Voyeurism. I bet you'd love to watch me kiss his cock. Slide my tongue over it. Make it shoot into the air."

She was having a clear effect on Freddy. As he sat there, tied and gagged, there was fire in his eyes. His cock strained for attention.

But was she affecting the villain? His cock was still hard, poking against his costume robe. She could only hope his arousal was escalating more than hers.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered her.

"Didn't you already get an eyeful when I was inside? Didn't you see my blonde bush?" she teased. "My long legs? My round ass? My small but firm tits?"

Against the ropes, Freddy was thrusting his hips upward. He was moaning with frustration that he couldn't rub his cock or do anything except leave it there unsatisfied. And oh, how Jamie wanted to satisfy him; but she had to be strong for both of them.

The villain said, "Take them off, or I'll have Sarah take off her clothes and slip her pussy over your boyfriend's cock."

Freddy moaned against his gag. He was going crazy, thrusting his hips as though an invisible woman sat in his lap fucking him.

Sarah looked at Jamie with pleading eyes.

Jamie bent over, giving the villain a good look up her skirt as she pulled off her slippers. Then she stood and turned around, facing the villain as she unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time. "Did you get a good look up my skirt just now?" she asked him. "I bet it broke your heart that I'm wearing panties. You wanted to see my pussy, didn't you?"

"I already saw it," he told her. "We'll be seeing it again soon enough. Keep going."

"You mean keep talking about my soft pussy and how hard you must have gotten thinking about it? Wishing you could taste it? Wanting to slide your cock inside it."

"Keep taking off your clothes," he ordered. His voice quivered just a little. Or had she imagined that?

"You sure are eager." She was certain he was getting turned on as she continued unbuttoning and as her cleavage came slowly into his view.

Was she really going to do it? Let this evil man see her tits again? She had only one button left holding her blouse across her chest. She slipped her fingers around that button.

Confident she had him distracted, Jamie sprung with the quickness of a panther. She grabbed his costume and tore it off his body, the robe ripping and the plastic mask flying off has face.

His face, of course, was not where she was looking. Jamie found that, under his robe, he was indeed naked. Before the man could even react, she grabbed the hard cock sticking out of his patch of neatly trimmed pubes.

"No!" screamed Sarah.

The villain tried to turn, to get away, but Jamie had him so excited that her grip on his cock made him spray cum even as he struggled against her. He fell to his knees and gasped, a prisoner of his own orgasm.

Jamie followed him down, keeping her grip on his cock, milking every last drop from the man.

Freddy, watching all this from his chair, kept bucking his hips, desperate to put his own cock to use.

Sarah pulled Jamie off her prey. Jamie tried to keep her grip, but the man's dick slipped through her cum-soaked fingers.

Sarah yelled, "Get your hands off my boyfriend!"

Jamie looked at the man's face. "Holy shit!" Jamie said. "I thought they locked you away, Nick. What are you doing here?"

Sarah told her boyfriend, "I guess it's time for some exposition."

"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted. He explained to Jamie, "After I made love to Katie, she and I went into hiding. We were afraid of the police. Katie moved away. I stayed. But the cops weren't even looking for me. That whole thing about sex being illegal is a lie parents tell us to manipulate us. The schools play along. But there is no such law."

"What?"

"It's true," Sarah told her friend. "Nick and I have done it lots of times now. There is no danger."

"Lots of people in this town have had sex," he told Jamie. "That's how our parents became our parents."

"But I thought -- "

"Our abstinence-only sex ed teacher was lying about babies being delivered by a stork," he explained. "Babies come from a woman's pussy after she fucks a man."

Jamie's jaw dropped. "But what about Matthew and Don? What happened to them?"

"They're in California now," he told her. "Don't you read the National Inquirer? They're why Brad's divorcing Angelina."

Sarah told her friend, "I'm sorry about all this, Jamie. We just wanted you and Freddy to finally have sex. You've been dating for years."

Jamie looked at her naked, tied-up boyfriend. "All this time we were afraid. But ... we can really have sex?"

"You really can," Sarah assured her. She helped Nick to his feet. "Come on. Let's leave these love birds alone."

He put on his Halloween costume again, covering his nakedness. As they walked away, Sarah told him, "You better not have enjoyed that handjob as much as the ones I give you."

He assured her, "I was thinking of you the whole time."

At long last, Jamie was alone with her boyfriend. She wondered whether she should untie Freddy first or remove the gag. She quickly decided her first move and slipped her hand down to his raging erection. She lightly tickled the head of his cock, and it exploded, shooting cum all over her hand, along her arm, up to her blouse. His dick shot a second time, and then a third. She slid her fingers over his cock until it softened in the lap of her relieved boyfriend.

She removed the gag from his mouth. She kissed him.

"So," he breathed, "did you enjoy your little CFNM experience?"

She grinned. "You were in on it, weren't you?"

"I wanted to give you your fantasy. I never imagined you'd wind up playing with two cocks out here," he said. "Now how about giving me my fantasy."

"What's that?"

"Well, it starts with you undressing."

She undid that last button on her blouse. She peeled off the freshly stained garment, used it to wipe his cum off her arm, and dropped it on the ground. She let her boyfriend get a good look. Small but sweet, her boobs were tipped with firm nipples. The flesh of her belly was smooth and beautiful.

Freddy said, "Untie me. I want to touch you."

She looked over his ropes. "I think I like you tied up. But I'll let you touch." She put her head over his, rubbing her tits on his face.

He put his mouth on one and kissed it. "Mmmm," he said. He then licked the nipple.

She fed him her other tit and he cherished that, too. Already he was growing hard again.

She lowered herself and kissed his mouth, letting their tongues caress. Then she gazed into his eyes again. His blue eyes looked almost black in the night, but warmer than ever. She told him. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me, too," he said. "I've spent so many months dreaming of your pussy. Show it to me."

"Hmmm," she teased. "The tied-up man thinks he can make demands." She playfully tapped her finger on the head of his hard cock. She was thinking. She slowly removed her skirt. Now only her panties hid her sex from her boyfriend's eyes.

"My God, you're beautiful," he breathed, looking over her entire body. He stretched his neck trying to get his head closer to her panties. He sniffed and enjoyed her feminine scent. He licked her hip. Then he got his mouth on her panties, gently wrapped his teeth on a fold in the material, and struggled to pull those panties down. He succeeded only in snapping her waistband.

She giggled as he again tried and again failed to remove her panties. She looked down at her desperate boyfriend. "You're quite determined," she teased. She rubbed a hip against his face. Then she slipped a finger in her panties and pulled them down her legs, letting her boyfriend see at last the blonde fur that did so little to hide her slit.

She straddled his lap, her pussy just millimeters from the tip of his straining cock. She moved her pelvis, rubbing the lips of her pussy across the head of his prick. Only then did she take his manhood inside her, riding up and down, enjoying the friction as it slid in and out.

"Oh, God, I love you," she said as she pumped his cock. She kissed the sweat trickling down his face as her breathing became as labored as his. She let the orgasm well up inside her and then explode.

Afterward, they rested with her still in his lap, her arms around him. She wished they could stay like this forever, but she knew her parents would be back soon. She untied Freddy. They dressed and she watched him leave.

This, she thought, was the most wonderful night of her life.

A week later, Drew, Jamie's cellmate, asked, "How did you get busted?"

"My boyfriend and his buddies tricked me into thinking sex was legal."

"In Bumfuck? That'll be the day." Drew sat on Jamie's bunk, barefoot, her toenails painted red. "So evil triumphs again. It seems like everyone is here for the same reason."

"I just wish there were some men in this prison," Jamie confessed. "Now that I've finally had a taste of sex, I want some more."

"He must have licked your pussy good!"

"No. We didn't do that," Jamie said.

"You still don't know what you're missing then. The good news is, everyone in Tittiefuk Penitentiary is as horny as you are. If you're willing to lick someone else's pussy, she might be willing to return the favor." Drew gently drew a finger across Jamie's belly and licked her lips hungrily. "What do you think, Jamie? You up for it?"

"I don't know." Jamie didn't think of herself as a lesbian or even as bi, but she did not resist as Drew pulled at Jamie's prison-issue jeans, unzipped the fly, and tugged the jeans off.

Jamie looked out the bars of their cell. In the other cells, no one seemed to be paying attention. That was as close to privacy as one could get in this women's prison.

Drew slipped off Jamie's panties and said, "Here's what your boyfriend should have done." Drew kissed Jamie's fur, then kissed her slit. Drew spread Jamie's pussy lips and slipped her tongue between, sliding up and down that sweet opening. Soon enough, she zeroed in on Jamie's clit and kissed it deeply, then teased it with her tongue before sucking it again.

Jamie thought she heard a guard's footfalls coming near. But she ignored it. The amazing sensations Jamie felt were more important than privacy, more important than anything. Reality itself seemed to barely exist beyond Drew's head between her thighs, Drew's tongue slipping over her clit. The intensity caused Jamie to wake up moaning.

Wake up where? She was in Freddy's bed, where Freddy sat looking down at her. "Boy!" Freddy said. "That must have been some dream."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe it," she told her boyfriend. "I dreamed sex was illegal and I got sent to prison."

"Yeah, you would be," Freddy told her.

"I'm serious. It was scary. It was like everything that ever happened in a porn story was real. Straight women having lesbian sex. People fucking movie stars. Peeping toms. CFNM. Bondage."

Freddy laughed. "In a porn story, there are never consequences for sex. No one even gets herpes. You certainly don't go to jail, not even if you rape someone."

"I know," she said. "But it was like everything in horror movies was real, too. Like some crazy porn story written for Halloween. Nothing made sense."

Freddy laughed again. "Sounds wild."

She shook her head. "Thank God it's over."

She stood. She looked down at her boyfriend lying naked in his bed and felt grateful to live in a world where she could make love to her boyfriend anytime she pleased.

She put on her bathrobe. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Good idea," he told her.

She padded to the kitchen, brightened by the morning sunshine. She drank a glass of water. She hummed to herself as she wandered to the bathroom.

The shower was already running. Had Freddy decided to join her?

She pulled open the shower curtain and shrieked when she saw that the man whose firm, naked body rippled with muscles beneath the running water was Richard Gere. "We've been dreaming of each other long enough," he told her with his seductive grin. "Let's fuck!"

THE END