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Anathema

By: lckscknfck7



The author created the illustrations in this story. They were not "found" or "acquired."

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Lindie slept for most of the flight. Not only was it her first time in First Class, it was also her first time flying in an airplane. She thought she might have been excited and full of wonder at the concept of "modern" flight, but she quickly became bored and tired. The idea of sitting in this machine while it climbed, then descended hours later, seemed quaint. She instinctively felt flying was meant to be more graceful. As she closed her eyes, she wondered when she became such an expert on the subject.

She was awoken by the sound of the landing gear locking into place, but didn't open her eyes. Next to her, she felt the burning stare of a man in his forties. She inhaled slowly, but not deeply. Her uncanny sense of smell went beyond any natural ability. She could learn a person's life story in one breath, and could almost see the face of every person with whom they'd ever made contact. 

Lindie's eyes were looking directly at the man as they opened.

"Getting an eyeful?" Lindie asked quietly. The man froze, embarrassed.



"I'm so sorry." He said. "You have the face of an angel. I don't think I've ever seen anything – I mean anyone – so beautiful."

Lindie knew he meant it. She could tell he was reasonably nice, both in looks and in his heart. And, he really had been looking at her face.

"An angel, huh?" Lindie smiled. Not quite, she thought to herself. "Are you trying to get into my pants, or something?"

"No! I mean, yes. No!" the man replied, shocked. "I'm happily married. I just… when I saw you… I just…" The man was beside himself.

"Can I tell you a little secret?" Lindie asked as she leaned closer to him. Her breasts pressed together creating hypnotic cleavage.

The man leaned closer to her, trying not to stare at her young, yet ample bosom. Lindie gently turned his face toward hers. She closed her mouth and exhaled deeply through her nose. As the air left her nostrils, the man inhaled deeply. 

He remained motionless as he ejaculated several times in his pants. His loins spasmed uncontrollably as his first orgasm was immediately followed by a second and third. She savored the aroma the way most people enjoyed the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

The flight attendants made their pre-landing preparations and Lindie brought her seat to the full upright position. The man next to her sat back and stared at the headrest in front of him.

"What was that?" he whispered slowly, not expecting anyone to answer.

"Heavenly?" Lindie asked.

"Not what I was thinking, but now that you've said it… Yes." The man continued in a whisper. "Heavenly." His face turned white. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry…"

"Relax." Lindie smiled and patted his dry leg. "You're a good man. If anyone asks, tell them you had a wet dream. A very, very good wet dream."

"Are you…" the man trembled as he asked cautiously, and hopefully, "an angel?"

"No, I don't think so." Lindie replied, almost disappointed. Her gaze left his face and drifted to her hands. "I haven't figured out what I am, yet." 

Lindie blinked as if removing herself from a trance, and then smiled, knowing the man would forget the conversation in less than a minute.

She quickly stepped up from her seat as the man looked out the window. When he looked back inside the airplane, he had no recollection of Lindie, whatsoever.

Lindie waited patiently for her check baggage to be deposited on the luggage carousel. An international flight had also just landed, and the baggage claim area was crowded with people from all over the world. Simple breathing became difficult for Lindie, as each breath drew in the histories of everyone around her. The bombardment of information was almost maddening.

Good people. Bad people. People that could be recommended for sainthood. People that should receive the death penalty. They were all intertwined together. She felt she could right so many wrongs in a matter of seconds, if she were only allowed. But this was not why she was here.

She felt her skin pale as a young Englishman brushed his hand against her thigh in what he meant as an attempt to flirt. His fingers turned from pink to blue to black in a matter of seconds. The sudden onset of frostbite sent the young man into shock.

Lindie found her suitcase and walked as quickly as possible to the terminal exit.

Within an hour, the limo was pulling up to her oldest sister's gated neighborhood. The limo, as her First Class plane ticket, was already paid for.

The elderly limousine driver typed a code into the keypad. The gates opened, and the limo driver drove slowly around one corner, then the next, before stopping in front of Lindie's sister's house. He struggled with Lindie's luggage, and was ashamed when she effortlessly lifted the large suitcase and carry-on bag with one hand.

"Thank you, Renfred." Lindie said. "I'll take it from here."

"What did you say?" The limo driver went white.

"I said thank you." Lindie repeated.

"No, you called me Renfred. My name tag says Ralph." The driver trembled.

"So? That's your name, isn't it?" Lindie said, confused.

"I haven't gone by Renfred in forty years. My mother was the last person to call me that."

The limo driver's hands trembled in tempo with his voice. Lindie could sense that his heart would give out at any moment.

"Thank you, Ralph." Lindie said. "I'll take it from here."

The limo driver immediately smiled as he settled. He tipped his hat, saying, "Goodbye, and please don't worry about a tip." He had been paid well for this job. That night, Renfred once again felt the warm embrace of his mother's arms, and never had to drive a limo again.

Pam looked stunning as she opened the door to greet Lindie. They hugged, and Lindie unwillingly felt all the torment Pam had endured only a week ago. Pam was dressed in a business suit. From head to tow, she exuded style and class.

"Thank you for the First Class ticket," Lindie started. 

"It's the only way to fly," Pam answered, pouring herself a drink. Lindie silently disagreed.

"Why did you let it happen?" Lindie was blunt.

"I was lonely. I was bored. I wanted to feel wanted, again." Pam replied.

"And was it worth it?" Lindie asked, her skin losing color.

"That's a cold thing to say, Lindie." Pam held back whatever tears she had left.

For a split second, Lindie contemplated crushing her sister's skull and ripping out her heart to put her out of her misery. She shook as she pushed the thought from her mind, frightened that she had even thought it.

"I'm sorry." Lindie said, her skin turning a golden tan. She put her arm around Pam. "What can I do to help?"

"I don't know." Pam said. "I didn't know who else to call. You've always been smart, and you've always been pretty. Just look at you. How many twenty-"

"Nineteen." Lindie corrected.

"…Nineteen year-olds look like you?" Pam continued. "You can get anything you want, one way or another."

"Is that why you didn't offer to help when mom and dad died? You didn't even come to either of the funerals." Lindie struggled to remain calm. "Nobody's seen or heard from Sarah in six years. But you, Pam – you were here. I could have used your help. I had nobody."

"Well, you seemed to have turned out all right." Pam said as she finished the last of her drink.



"You think so?" Lindie asked as her skin turned almost translucent. She left her bags at the door and walked to the center of the grand room. Color seemed to fade from everything Lindie passed. The walls, furniture, and pictures, all faded to shades of grey. The pleasant sounds of birds chirping and children playing outside were suddenly silenced.

"Oh my God, Lindie!" Pam said, stumbling on her high heels as she stepped backwards.

In a blur, Lindie dashed and caught Pam before she could fall. Pam's arm instantly bruised where Lindie held her.

Lindie looked into Pam's eyes and could see the terror building. She knew her sister had been through a lot, but she hadn't been through hell. Not yet, at least. The opportunity was still there.

"Kiss me." Lindie said.

"What?" Pam cried out.

"Kiss me, Pam. Kiss me the way you kissed David." Lindie demanded as she grabbed Pam's face and pulled her closer. "I can help you. You have to understand that I was sent to help you."

Lindie's eyes began to glow as Pam's gaze met hers. "I think I was made to help you. You just have to trust me."

Pam's lips pressed against Lindie's and their tongues quickly found each other.

Lindie could taste every cock that was ever placed in Pam's mouth. She was envious at the amount of come that had been deposited down Pam's throat, although not for reasons that Pam was ready to understand.

Lindie pulled Pam into her bedroom, knowing where it was as if she had lived there her whole life. She apologized as she removed Pam's clothes, shredding the business suit in the process. Pam was horrified as Lindie pushed her onto the bed.

"This is going to feel a little weird, but unfortunately, it's necessary, sis." Lindie cautioned.

She put her face between Pam's legs and sniffed deeply. She then carefully extended her tongue and lightly licked Pam's pussy.

"Lindie! Don't!" Pam cried.

Lindie knew there was a chance that this experience might break her sister's mind, but she also knew it was necessary to get the answers she needed. The lips of Lindie's mouth pressed firmly against the lips of Pam's pussy as her tongue poked and prodded the inner depths of her sister's sex. 

Lindie could taste each of the forty-five cocks that had been placed inside Pam's pussy in her lifetime. Seconds later, she could taste the fifteen that had been pushed into her asshole.

Pam involuntarily orgasmed as Lindie used her tongue to explore her sister's anus.

"Stop it! Stop it, you sick monster!" Pam cried out. "God damn you!"

"Well, I suppose you're half-right. I'm not sick, though." Lindie said seriously. She stepped backwards off the bed and Pam quickly gathered up the sheets to cover herself. 

Lindie methodically undressed before Pam, revealing a beautiful, well-developed body.

"Don't worry, you don't have to go down on me, sis." Lindie said quietly. "That part's over. I just think you should know who and what you're dealing with. Somehow, I think you already know what I'm capable of, but I think you should see it for yourself."

Pam's breathing slowed. Even though Lindie was whispering, her voice made the entire room vibrate. 

Lindie's skin turned pale, and her eye sockets, fingernails and toenails turned black. Her eyes glowed brightly.

"Okay, this part is going to get a little weird" Lindie said, as if what had transpired so far was normal. She raised her arms and placed her hands behind her head. Her breasts heaved as she breathed quickly and deeply.

"It only started happening a few days ago. Probably the back-up plan if you couldn't afford the plane ticket." Lindie said between grunts.

Pam watched as Lindie brought her elbows to either side of her face, then extended them back again. She repeated this motion a dozen times before a dark shadow appeared behind her. The shadow grew, and then spread, until becoming as translucent as Lindie's skin.

Lindie had wings.



Lindie lowered her arms and allowed her wings to flex, accidentally knocking over a lamp in Pam's bedroom.

"Sorry. I'm still getting used to them." Lindie's fib echoed through the house. "Sometimes they're there and sometimes they're not. They work remarkably well for their size, though."

Pam cried like she was losing her mind, and she probably was. Lindie realized she had precious little time.

"Pam, do you want to be saved?" Lindie's voice thundered.

"What? What do you mean?" Pam pleaded.

"Do you want to be saved?" Lindie said even louder.

"I don't know what the fu-" Pam stopped as one of Lindie's sharp wing tips pierced her left breast, stopping short of puncturing her heart.

"Pamela, I want you to die knowing you will be avenged." Lindie sighed. "But I don't want you to die right now. That choice is yours. Do you want to be saved?"

Pam struggled to unpin herself from the long, sharp tip piercing her breast. Her struggle ceased when another wing tip passed through her right shoulder.



"I cannot over-emphasize the seriousness of this question. I will only ask you one more time…" Lindie said angrily. Her ears suddenly became pointed and turned back.

"Yes! Yes! I want to be saved. I'm so sorry. I've done wicked, terrible things. I'm so sorry, Lindie." Pam cried out, tears rolling down her face to her blood-soaked chest.

Lindie retracted her wings, releasing Pam and causing her to slump in her bed. The holes in Pam's breast and shoulder quickly closed, leaving a faint scar from each wound. The scars would be reminders of what Pam would forget in days to come.

Lindie quickly ran to Pam and held her tightly, but gently. She carried her oldest sister to the shower and rinsed off the blood, then wrapped her in several towels. Pam shivered for almost three hours, teetering on the edge of insanity. Lindie spoke so softly; no human should have been able to hear her. But Pam did.

Pam's shivering slowed and eventually stopped as Lindie explained how those who had wronged her would feel retribution. Their punishment would be more swift and justified than any mortal court could provide. 

Lindie allowed Pam to tell her what she already knew.

On the first day after the college party, Pam had sought legal counsel and thought she could put David and his mother in prison, or at least make them pay for what they had done to her, but David had gotten to them, first.

When nobody would take her case, she liquidated as much as she could in three days, hoping she didn't take too long in making her decision. 

Pam had never done anything wrong to anyone. She could not believe this was happening to her, and just wanted it all to go away.

She transferred the funds as instructed, and prayed that David would keep his word and not ruin her in the eyes of everyone that she knew. 

On the fourth day, the phone calls started.

Friends, colleagues, and distant relatives received a DVD featuring Pam in some of the most intense sexual situations imaginable. 

She tried to explain to everyone that she had been drugged, most likely with pentobarbital, but she wasn't convincing. In almost every scene of the DVD, she looked like she was enjoying herself and the man, men, or women she was with. 

Some less-scrupulous colleagues even told her that she looked good with a cock in her ass. Others asked where they could buy more copies of the DVD, or if she was going to make it available on a website. 

She spoke with the local police, but they wouldn't take her seriously – most of them having already seen the DVD. To them, she was probably an aging porn star looking to make a comeback, making and sending out the DVD as part of some promotional campaign. They figured she was high on something while the DVD was being made, but changed her mind about the deal after she sobered up. It happens all the time, they said. They threatened to charge her with promoting indecency if she didn't vacate the premises.

Fortunately, Pam didn't liquidate everything.

She had money, but not enough to start a new life. Her former friends and colleagues treated her like an outcast, and made every effort to distance themselves from her. 

She had nobody. 

Pam didn't think of her little sister, Lindie, until the night before last. 

She tried to think of how she could get to David, the sexual deviant that he was. She didn't think Lindie would let herself get into a precarious situation with him. Pam thought Lindie would be the only one she could count on to get close enough to hear him say something incriminating, or if necessary, to hurt him.

Pam knew of Lindie's trouble with Trevor Jones. Even if it was only self-defense, she knew Lindie was capable of seriously hurting someone. It wasn't until she had seen her grown-up little sister in the flesh, that she realized how Trevor met his demise.

Hours passed and Pam slowly regained her composure. Within days, she was optimistic. Within a week, she almost seemed hopeful that her life would return to normal. Pam had no recollection of her little sister tonguing her pussy and asshole. The events of that first day were completely removed from Pam's memory, but somewhere in the back of her mind, the image of Lindie with bat-like wings remained. Pam would feel soreness in her shoulder and breast for the rest of her life, never knowing what had caused it.

Lindie, meanwhile, decided to visit David's college.

She learned, early on, the importance of quality fake IDs, sometimes using multiple aliases in one day. She wasn't interested in furthering her academic education, but she felt there was still a lot to learn in this school. She made sure the temporary clerk in Admissions was receptive to her desires. A hypnotic stare, followed by a mind-bending deep-throated blowjob enabled Lindie to attend four classes a day, four days a week – if she so desired.



His name was Roger, and he only worked part-time, but was a full-time junior. 

He intentionally made typographical errors on her forms, knowing it would be months before anyone would be able to figure it out. 

She was given another ID card, and her name appeared on class rosters, but once everything was sorted out, she would never have existed.

Roger had never experienced a blowjob until he met Lindie, and never imagined a girl would eagerly swallow his come until he met Lindie. He was a sweet boy, with a good heart, and felt guilty that he couldn't do anything for her in return, other than making sure she stayed in school. That's all she asked for, and as far as he knew, that's all he provided. Lindie, however, enjoyed sucking his cock as much as some people enjoyed a chocolate shake.

It didn't take long for Lindie to get noticed by the same young men that took an interest in Pam. Lindie, however, fit right in with the college crowd. They viewed her as one more college girl destined to be dominated.

Lindie was nineteen, and looked her age. She kept her hair in a long ponytail, and only applied very modest makeup. Her pretty face could turn the heads of the most devout boyfriends in high school, and it was no different in college.

Her body, however, was well developed as if she was in her late twenties. Her breasts were round and full, but not quite D cups. She wished they had remained more manageable B's. She knew her breasts would never really sag, so Lindie rarely wore a bra. 

Her hips were full and wide, and looked as if they were designed to procreate. But she knew she would never be allowed to have children. 

Her pussy hair was perpetually short but unshaven. Lindie attempted to shave her mound, as was the trend. Within a day, the hair grew back exactly as it was prior to shaving. It never grew any longer, and it was always short and soft.

No matter what color she painted her finger and toenails, the polish would be gone and the color would return to their natural skin tone by the following morning. She kept her fingernails tastefully long, and her toenails short and well groomed. Like her older sister, Lindie enjoyed having pretty feet.


Anathema II Pt. 01



As promised, Lindie's story continues. Please enjoy the first installment of the second act.





"So, Randy, how long have you been a werewolf?"

Randy's right eye twitched slightly, but he smiled despite his nervousness. "What makes you think I'm a werewolf?"

Lindie ran her right foot along the length of his thickened cock until finally running her toes through his curly pubic hair. "I don't think. I know." Lindie felt a drop of come on her breast, wiped it with her finger, and put her finger in her mouth. "Mmmmm. That was good, by the way."

"How long have you been a succubus?" Randy asked.

"I'm not a succubus, at least not in the traditional sense. But, I asked you first." Lindie persisted.

"I don't know. Always. Never. I don't know." Randy attempted.

"Were you bitten by another werewolf?" Lindie asked.

"No. It wasn't like that. I think I was just born this way," Randy said.

"A cambion?" Lindie's eyebrows raised. She wasn't sure Randy understood the meaning of the word.

"I don't know," Randy continued. "I don't remember my parents, but I remember my great-great-great grandparents, Gaius and Lilith. I know everything about them as if I just saw them yesterday. I don't know how that's possible. I don't even know how old I am."

Lindie sympathized with Randy, but she was still curious, and subconsciously aroused by the stiffening dick beneath her foot.

"Well, what was it like, the first time? Do you remember that?" Lindie asked.

"It felt like I was dreaming. At first, that's all I thought it was – a dream. I'd wake up exhausted, naked, and groggy, like a bad hangover after a great night out. My head would hurt for days, and my body felt like it had been run over by a horse – I mean a truck.

I don't remember if I read it in a history book, or contemporary chap book, but I thought it might have been a case of repercussion – where I'd fall asleep and my spirit or soul would enter a wild animal – and I'd see everything through it's eyes. One time I dreamt a farmer tending his herd had shot me. I awoke to find healed bullet holes in my thigh. A day later, they were almost completely gone. The scars never disappear completely, though.

I realized I wasn't dreaming when I started waking up 20 or 30 miles from where I fell asleep, sometimes covered in dried blood."

"Human blood?" Lindie asked.

"No. For some reason, I never developed a taste for it." Randy mused. 

His southern accent completely gone, he spoke more proper English, as if a European speaking English as a second language. Lindie spoke French thanks to high school, but also understood Latin without ever having studied the language. She was inexplicably sensitive to some of the older languages. If she had to guess, she would say Randy was German.

"Well, what do you have a taste for?" Lindie asked as she rubbed the top of her pussy.

"The usual stuff." Randy answered, back to his southern drawl. "I like regular meat and potatoes. Corn, green beans, and carrots are good. I have a tough time with sweet potatoes, though."

"Allergic?" Lindie asked.

"No, just the opposite. I don't know what it is about them, but just the smell gives me a hard-on. My first traditional 20th century Thanksgiving Dinner that I can remember was pretty embarrassing." Lindie smiled and leaned forward, "Hold that thought."

She held his shaft steady as she worked her lips and tongue around the head of Randy's cock. He had fucked her several times earlier, and came in her mouth for each climax, but she seemed to enjoy blowing him more than having sex. She was talented, and he was not about to complain. He had enough stamina to last ten or fifteen minutes with someone so beautiful, but he understood Lindie wasn't looking to be fucked at the moment. She wanted him to come in her mouth as quickly as possible. As his body tightened, he unloaded his semen down Lindie's throat. She swallowed slowly and deliberately. When she was satiated, she sat up and resumed her previous position opposite Randy.

"You were saying?" Lindie asked, wiping the corners of her mouth for any remaining come.

"I was saying that I eat regular food. I don't think of myself as a monster. Do you?" Randy asked.

"Not in the least." Lindie answered, pushing a finger inside her pussy. "Did your ex-girlfriend know about your alter-ego?"

"Not exactly. That's kinda why we broke up. We dated a long time before we had sex. Well, relatively long. About six years, I guess. When we finally made love, it was beautiful, but sometimes we'd go to sleep and she'd wake up alone. I couldn't tell her where I went. I didn't always know." Randy turned away. "That was a long time ago."

"How long?" Lindie asked.

"Before there were cars." Randy turned back, his right eye twitching slightly.

Lindie could sense his sadness. She could remove and replace short-term memories in most humans, but Randy wasn't most humans. She wasn't sure if her abilities would even work on him, and she was almost afraid to try. While she didn't love him as much as her husband, she did think of Randy as a very close friend with similar benefits.

"What happened to her?" Lindie asked, affording Randy some closure to the topic.

"She married someone else, had children, lived happily ever after – until her husband died in the war." Randy didn't say which war. Lindie didn't ask. "Her sons died in the next war, and she died a few years later."

"Did you ever go back to see her?" Lindie asked.

"Yes, but not like this." Randy pointed to his naked body. "I couldn't. I would have wanted her, even in her old age. But unlike her, only my hair started to turn grey. She wouldn't have been able to comprehend it. Instead, she practically grieved herself to death. If she could have killed herself, she would have."

"So, you helped her." Lindie's teeth cut into her lips.

"I loved her. For a lifetime, I loved her. I was quick, and she didn't suffer." Randy rolled his eyes, holding back the tears.

Blood dripped from Lindie's lips as a blood-stained tear rolled down her cheek. Her teeth slowly returned to normal as her lips healed.

"How about you? Did you ever love anyone?" Randy asked.

"Yes. I married him. He was a good man. He died recently," Lindie wiped her tears.

"Really? I thought you broke up with someone. What happened?" Randy sat up.

"I tore him in half in a fit of rage, and then killed his high school girlfriend with a kiss on the forehead." Lindie said without emotion.

"Were they cheating or something?" Randy asked nervously.

"No, it was actually something I arranged. It just went wrong. Someone intervened." Lindie reached for her clothes. "I don't want to talk about it right now."

"It's okay, Lindie. You got him. You got the bad guy. You saved another girl's life and probably countless others." Randy said, putting his hand on Lindie's ice-cold thigh.

"With your help, Randy. We got him. But why? Why do we exist? Why are we like this?" Lindie asked, throwing her clothes aside as she turned pale. Her teeth pierced her lips and her eyes glowed ice-blue.

"Your brother, David, was not alone, Lindie." Randy said, as he quickly held up a fur-covered forearm in an attempt to deflect one of Lindie's razor-sharp wingtips. 

Randy had seen Lindie's transformation before. He had been inside her cell of a ruthless underground pornography group. They had been holding Lindie against her will, drugging her and raping her repeatedly, and she was defenseless against them. Randy had found her and pushed her to find her strength, and was wounded by her in the process. He was fascinated at how quickly she transformed, even though to him, it appeared to occur in slow motion.

Lindie reared back, not intending to hurt Randy, but instinctively aggressive. In the amount of time it would take someone to inhale a deep breath, Randy grew to twice his size. The fur sprouted almost immediately. His face contorted, and he looked down as if concentrating. As his skin darkened, he grew long claws and his lips pealed back to reveal large canine teeth. He looked angry, but remained in control. Lindie was amazed at what she had seen, but was even more impressed at his large dangling cock and testicles. As she inhaled, the stench was enough to make most humans vomit. But they were not most humans. 

Lindie inhaled again. His entire history filled Lindie's mind. Randy was a noble creature. There was no doubt about it. He had never slaughtered the innocent, despite his appearance. He had tasted human flesh hundreds of times, but never to eat. And, he was old. He was very, very old. 

Lindie's pussy felt warm and moist. She had never before felt horny, or even thought about sex in her otherworldly state. She struggled with the feeling, and was startled when Randy, the tall, muscular beast standing before her, actually spoke.

"Turn around and get on the ground." Randy commanded.

Lindie gasped at the size of his beastly cock. The head was bigger than her fist, and the length was longer than her forearm. He meant to mount her from behind. Doggy-style. 

Typical. 

But as soon as she bent down on all fours, he was upon her. Her wings retracted as he dug his claws into her shoulders. He bent down and bit her neck, holding it tightly in his jaws as he entered her pussy. She dared not transform into her human form for fear of being ripped apart.

Lindie cried out in pleasure as Randy pumped furiously into her. Within minutes, she felt an orgasm building. At the moment of climax, she roared so loud; the ground shook beneath them for miles. She tried to free herself from his grip, but he held her tightly. She wanted to taste the come of this beast, but there was nothing to taste. As Randy felt her orgasm subside, he slowed his thrusts until he finally withdrew his rigid member.

He released his grasp on her shoulders, his bite on her neck. He stepped back, stumbled, and fell down. The beast looked as if it had been shot with a tranquilizer. Randy exhaled deeply, and shrunk to his human form within seconds. Lindie, in her statuesque form, stood before him and gazed deeply at him.

"Why didn't you let me consume your come?" Lindie hissed.

"It doesn't work that way. I wasn't fucking you for me. I was fucking you for you." Randy tried to explain. "You needed a good fuck."

"And who are you to decide what I need?" Lindie said, now inches from his face, teeth at full-length cutting through her lips.

"Someone who knows, Lindie. Just someone who knows." Randy said, face lowered and exhausted.



Becca

Randy awoke a few hours later, not immediately aware of where he was or how he got there. The bed was soft, and the pillows even softer. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, he could see he was in an upscale hotel room. He was also alone.

As he reached over to turn on the lamp next to the bed, he found Lindie's note.

"R,

I really enjoyed spending time with you over the last few days, especially our little talk yesterday. You were right about what I needed and I hope we can "talk" again, soon. For now, though, I need to see Sarah. I shouldn't be gone more than a few days. 

The hotel room is paid for. So is the breakfast, which should be brought up to your room, soon. You have my permission (not that you need it) to enjoy.

Love, 

L"

The hotel room electronic door lock chimed and the door swung open. Randy tensed, but the smell of bacon, eggs, steak, potatoes, and fresh coffee gave him reason to relax.

"Room service!" a young girl with short red hair announced, pushing the food cart into the room.

"Aren't you supposed to knock, first?" Randy exclaimed, barely having enough time to pull the sheets over his naked body.

"Usually, but your friend made a point of telling me not to. I don't normally come up to this floor, but she tipped well and was pretty persuasive," the girl answered quickly, realizing her error in admitting she'd already been tipped. "This isn't even my shift. I got off over an hour ago. Now, where would you like this?"

"Put it on the bed, please," Randy said as he shifted uncomfortably. The girl quickly realized he was naked under the sheets. "What's your name?"

"Becca," the girl replied softly as she carefully placed the large breakfast tray on the end of the bed. "My name is Becca."

Becca uncovered each of the plates of food, poured the coffee into one of the two coffee mugs on the tray, set the silverware on the linen napkin, and stepped back, waiting.

"Are you just going to stand there? Are you waiting for another tip or something?" Randy asked, hungry and annoyed at the young girl.

"Your friend wanted me to wait for you to finish your breakfast." Becca answered nervously.

"She did, did she?" Randy smiled uncomfortably. "How old are you, Becca?" Randy asked as he leaned forward to pick up the coffee mug.

"Twenty... next month," Becca answered shyly.

"And do you normally hang out in stranger's hotel rooms?" Randy asked as he moved closer to the breakfast tray, accidentally allowing the sheet to fall further away in the process.

"No, sir. I only work at the hotel part-time, usually three nights a week. The rest of the time I have an internship with a pharmaceutical sales company, and I go to school part-time." Becca answered, forcing herself to look at the floor.

"Sounds like a busy lifestyle," Randy smiled. "So, you're not a prostitute, too, are you?"

Becca's face reddened. "No, I'm not a prostitute, although I feel a bit like one right now."

"Relax, Miss Becca." Randy smiled. "I'm just messing with you. Lindie can put folks up to all kinds of stuff. Why don't you sit down? You want some coffee?"

"No, sir." Becca answered, shaken. She could see he had no idea he had allowed the sheets to fall away, exposing himself to her, and she desperately wanted to see his body, but she didn't want to be caught staring.

Randy gave her an innocent smile and proceeded to inhale his breakfast. Becca watched as he cut the steak, the muscles in his shoulders and arms pulsing. 

She felt strange being the one watching a man, as usually men where the ones watching her. She regularly jogged every morning before work, and sometimes ran three or four miles a day. Her body was lean, fit, and she didn't mind flaunting it while running. 

On some mornings, she'd go so far as to soak her white running top and barely-there running shorts with water from a drinking fountain, just to tease the guys that had been following her for the last two miles of her run. Her almost-34C breasts clearly defined under the wet material, and her Brazilian-waxed pussy perfectly outlined in her wet shorts – the sight was certainly a visual the men wouldn't soon forget. She gave them a memory worthy of masturbation, later.

Becca didn't consider herself a slut. She never slept around, and only slept with her current boyfriend or girlfriend, whomever that was at the time. But, she was a self-admitted exhibitionist. 

Lindie must have sensed this in Becca as she left the hotel. Becca noticed something unusual about Lindie as she approached the front desk to pay for the room and order breakfast for her friend. Becca assumed they were the same age, but something about Lindie seemed much older or mature. When Lindie spoke, she immediately put Becca in a trance. Although she couldn't see her do it, Becca could have sworn Lindie had kissed her. She remained in that trance until Randy caught her staring at his large cock.

"Getting an eyeful?" Randy asked.

"That's what I usually say." Becca answered as she began unbuttoning her blouse.

"What are you doing, Miss Becca?" Randy asked foolishly, as it was obvious to him what Becca was doing. Slowly and seductively, Becca undressed before Randy. A sliver of sunlight between the closed drapes highlighted her red hair and lightly-freckled tanned skin.

"Your friend wanted me to stay after you finished your breakfast, just in case you wanted something else to eat." Becca answered as she stepped closer to the bed.

Randy was beside himself. He could smell Becca's wet pussy, and his mouth salivated. Becca leaned forward and placed her relatively small hand on his swelling cock. 

Becca's breasts were smaller than Lindie's. Her hips were narrower. Her hair, shorter. Her legs, tighter. But Becca was every bit as beautiful. 

She leaned over further and felt Randy's cock swell in her hand as her tongue found his. They kissed for a few seconds and then Becca stood on the bed, straddling Randy's chest. She enjoyed being looked at, and Randy was definitely looking at her. He lay back, sliding downward, as Becca placed a foot outside of each of his shoulders.

"Still hungry?" Becca asked. She didn't wait for an answer as she squatted down, lowering her pussy onto Randy's mouth. She steadied herself by holding onto the headboard as Randy eagerly lapped at her pussy. Randy ran his hands over Becca's ass, legs, and feet. She smelled good, and tasted even better. He felt guilty for a moment, as he thought he had made a connection with Lindie that may have been the start of a relationship. But he remembered her note, and knew this must have been what she meant by enjoying his breakfast. His tongue was strong, and he quickly brought Becca to orgasm.

Becca pulled herself back up, standing over Randy, and then turned to face the end of the bed. Randy slid down further, knocking the breakfast tray onto the floor. Neither paid any attention as Becca again sat on Randy's face. This time she was positioned so she could kiss and stroke his rigid shaft while he explored her pussy with his tongue, and her ass with his fingers. She continued to suck his cock through her second orgasm.

The good girl in Becca thought it best not to fuck Randy, or even let him come in her mouth. He was a complete stranger, after all. She performed the best fellatio she knew how, and allowed Randy to come all over her face. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him, confirming his satisfaction. "Can I get you anything else, sir?" Becky said as come dripped from her nose and chin.

"That's all for now, Miss Becca, thanks." Randy smiled and gave her one last kiss on her right ass cheek.

Becca carefully climbed off of Randy, then off of the bed. She cleaned up the plates, mugs, and food that Randy had knocked off the end of the bed – completely naked and with his come still splattered all over her face. "You don't have to do that, Miss Becca." Randy said caringly.

"It's my pleasure, sir." Becca said without looking up. 

She knew he was still looking at her lean, fit, runner's body, imagining all the ways he could take her. Her pussy was wet from her renewed excitement and Randy's saliva. Every time she walked or bent over, her clit ached to be rubbed. But this wasn't about her. 

Lindie sent her to Randy's room so he could lick her pussy – twice if they both liked it. Nothing more.

Becca quickly dressed, walked into the bathroom, dampened a washcloth, and made a minimal effort to clean her face. She placed the breakfast tray back on the cart, turned and bowed to Randy, and started for the door. 

Randy stood up, for the first time allowing Becca to notice his relatively huge body. She froze for a moment. Randy's eye twitched slightly. "Is something wrong?" Randy asked.

"No, I just..." Becca started. "Nothing, sir. Please don't tell anyone about this. I mean, I had fun and I hope you enjoyed it, but I need this job and the other one, and if anyone found out, I could lose both."

"Don't worry, Becca. I won't tell anyone." Randy paused, "But I may come back here for the great breakfasts."

Becca smiled uncomfortably, as this was only supposed to be a one-time deal. Randy opened the door for her, naked, and allowed her to push out the cart. She fought hard to resist the urge to drop to her knees and engulf his manhood. His otherworldly senses allowed him to smell her wet pussy as she brushed past him. He imagined she would hurry home and masturbate using one of her favorite dildos as soon as she walked in the door. And he was right.



Anathema II Pt. 02



Lindie pressed the button to the left of her seat, and eased her seat back as the plane continued to climb to its cruising altitude. She could have easily have transformed into her otherworldly self and flown halfway across the country using her leathery, clawed wings. She had made the trip in that manner before, but struggled to maintain her humanity after every transformation. It's not that she didn't like the way she looked or felt when she transformed, but she also just wanted to be Lindie once in awhile. 

She didn't mind letting someone else do the flying. She felt as if she could use the sleep. Something about riding in an airliner, at 33,000 feet, calmed her. It was as if she were closer to home.

Lindie preferred to dress as casual as possible whenever she knew she would spend several hours in public. Her beauty in her human form was striking enough. Dressing up only created problems, and even caused a few car accidents from gawkers. 

Today, however, her white blouse and denim vest were missing several buttons and did little to conceal her braless breasts. She had taken off her boots shortly after the cabin door was closed, and lifted her right foot up to the headrest of the seat in front of her. Her loose-fitting denim skirt rose just enough to allow anyone to satisfy their curiosity as to whether or not she was wearing panties. As was usually the case whenever she allowed herself to be gazed upon for any length of time, several of the men seated around her in first class couldn't seem to see enough of her. She shifted in her seat, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, and licked her lips. Pretending to be half-asleep, she raised her left foot, shifted down in her seat, and spread her knees, forming a diamond shape with her legs. She released one of her breasts from her shirt, and tugged at the nipple. With her other hand, she reached down and pulled up her skirt enough to place her perfectly trimmed pussy in plane view. She gently caressed her legs and thighs before returning to her pubic mound. 

Several of the men subconsciously groaned as their erections begged for more room in their pants. One of the men began rubbing his crotch through his trousers. Another followed. And another. One of the flight attendants, Mimi according to her nametag, returned from the back of the plane and almost tripped as she stared at Lindie rubbing her clit. Lindie didn't open her eyes. She continued rubbing her her nub with her index and forefinger, occasionally allowing them to slide inside her wet slit before returning to a firm, circular motion on her mound.

Mimi was a plain-made-pretty brunette, young and thin, but just curvy enough to not be mistaken for a young boy. She was far from being as innocent as she looked, but when it came to being sexually adventurous, she was self-admittedly tame.

As if sleepwalking, Mimi turned around and drew the curtain that separated the first and business class cabins. She returned to Lindie, bending at the waist, hands on her knees, and whispered into Lindie's ear, "Can I do anything to make you feel more comfortable?" Lindie pushed Mimi's head down to her pussy.

Across the isle, one of the men rubbing his cock through his pants watched as Mimi lapped eagerly at Lindie's pussy. Mimi didn't look up or stop swirling her tongue on Lindie's clit as she felt the skirt of her uniform pulled up to her waist. The man across the isle had gotten out of his seat and positioned himself behind Mimi. He was careful not to damage her uniform, but showed no concern for her pantyhose, ripping them at the seam over her ass, and peeling them down to her ankles. Like Lindie, Mimi wasn't wearing panties. She moaned as she felt two large fingers enter her pussy. The stranger used his ring and pinky finger to rub Mimi's clit while the other two fingers pumped rhythmically in and out of her cleanly shaved cunt. His thumb rested firmly on her asshole. He removed his thumb long enough to spit on the crack of her ass, then returned it to her now-slick rosebud. Mimi let out a muffled moan as the stranger began to press his thumb harder on her tight hole. The stranger's fingers rubbing her clit eventually triggered an intense orgasm, causing her anus to relax and momentarily open just enough for the stranger to push his thumb inside.

In the other isle, the bisexual flight attendant, Kyle, was beside himself as several of the first class passengers now had their pants down around their ankles and were stroking themselves feverishly. A part of him was relieved to see that most were still wearing their seat belts, as they could not always predict rough air. Another part of him wanted to service his passengers, most of whom were businessmen in their late 50's or early 60's. He thought it odd that there weren't any other women in first class. Only Lindie, and of course, Mimi, who was gainfully bent over, face buried in the female passenger's lap. A man from the center isle was standing behind her, slowly coaxing a rather large cock to full erection with his left hand as she bucked against his right. Kyle salivated but jumped when an elderly hand reached out to grab his wrist.

"Hey pretty boy, let me see your pretty ass," the old man cackled. Kyle pulled away from the old man, but the old man was stronger and quicker than he looked and placed Kyle's hand on his old, exposed dick. Kyle acted disgusted, but was not convincing. He looked over his shoulder as Mimi reached behind her and guided the stranger's large cock into her pussy. She never looked up, and never stopped licking Lindie's pussy. Kyle bent over and placed the old cock in his mouth.

Mimi wanted to cry out, "I'm a good girl. I don't do this kind of thing... much." But she couldn't. She had a boyfriend, or two. Maybe three. She also had her favorite routes, knowing that at least one of the pilots would fuck her silly at the end of the day. Fucking her silly is now exactly what the stranger from across the isle was doing. His cock was big, but comfortable. His thumb, however, never left her asshole. Most guys would tap on her shoulder, or slap her ass when it was time for him to come, and she would instinctively turn the shortest distance possible so that his cock found her mouth, or if he preferred, her face. The stranger did neither. He pulled his thumb from her asshole, causing Mimi a surprising moment of disappointment; seconds before filling her pussy with come. He seemed to continue fucking her several minutes after shooting his load, pausing for a moment, pulling out, and then shoving his refreshed erection back in. Had she looked over her shoulder, she would have seen the line of men forming in the isle, each waiting to have their turn with her wet, loose pussy, and eventually, her relatively tight, inexperienced asshole.

Kyle was no stranger to giving head, and prided himself on his ability to make both men and women come quickly with his oral talents. He was a fair-looking young man, but never thought he was attractive enough to draw a second look from an attractive girl. At just over five feet tall, he was short and had a very young, feminine face. Had he worn a wig, he would easily pass for a girl -- and the idea crossed his mind more than once.

Men, young and old, married or single, straight or gay, regularly gave him their phone numbers or hotel information at least once per flight. He liked the attention, but his escapades that he actually saw to fruition could be counted on one hand. Four of the men kicked him out of their hotel rooms immediately after they came in his mouth. Of the four, two were violent, demanding that Kyle swallow. He had almost given up trying to meet someone while working when only a few weeks ago, a fifth man propositioned him.

The fifth man, an older gentleman, was not violent or demanding at all. The older gentleman washed Kyle in the shower, had Kyle lay on the bed, and proceeded to tongue his asshole while stroking Kyle's cock through several orgasms. Kyle was instantly infatuated with the older gentleman, and went so far as to offer his virgin asshole to him. But the older gentleman refused, and politely asked Kyle to leave. Kyle never saw him again, and would spend several hours on several flights, wishing the older gentleman would choose his airline again.

Kyle gagged as someone pushed his head down onto the old man's cock. He could feel the cock spasm in his throat, and felt the warm semen enter his stomach. Kyle felt the hand ease off his head and allowed the old man's cock to plop out of his mouth. A larger man grabbed Kyle by his necktie and pulled him into the isle. 

"Take off your clothes, pretty boy," the larger man said. "I bet from behind, you look almost as good as that whore pulling the train over there." He looked at Mimi in the other isle. 

The six or seven men that had lined up behind Mimi paused for a moment. Lindie got out of her seat and licked the come from Mimi's body. Lindie licked Mimi's arms, legs, face, and neck. When she licked the come from Mimi's pussy, the men applauded. When she sucked the come from Mimi's asshole, they fell silent. Lindie smiled, stood up, and slowly removed her clothing. Come from Mimi's asshole was still on Lindie's lips and nose. A long tongue slid out of Lindie's mouth and caught the semen in one sweep, prompting Lindie to make a "mmmm" sound as she swallowed.

She directed Mimi to remove her clothes, and then had Mimi kneel next to her. Lindie knelt next to her, turned, and kissed her. Lindie could smell the corrupt, the evil, the unworthy, but she refrained from transforming and turning first class into a blood bath. Her taste for come was greater than her need to pass judgment. They were mostly good men. Mostly.

Erect dicks moved in closer, and soon filled each of their holes.

Kyle stood before the larger man, naked, hands covering his semi-erect cock.

"So you're turned on by being naked in front of me?" the larger man laughed. "Put your hands on your head and turn around, pretty boy."

Kyle reluctantly did as he was told. He had recently shaved his pubic hair during a kinky episode while on layover. Mimi had talked him into it after a long night of drinking and subsequent fucking. She struck out with her usual pilot lay, and Kyle was bi and cute in his own way. As long as he promised to use a condom, Mimi agreed to let Kyle fuck her whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was part of her private crusade to bring him back to the hetero team, but it hadn't been working, and she almost never came with him. Kyle would not turn down a sympathy fuck, though.

His five-inch cock wasn't very thick, and now without any hair above his cock, around his balls, or on his legs, he looked very young, and even more feminine. As he turned around, he could hear several of the other passengers that were still in their seats leaning to get a better look at his round bubble-butt. 

"Mmmm," the larger man said as he stepped out of his pants. From behind, Kyle looked like a girl with short hair. Even his hips had a girlish shape. "Ever take a dick in that cute ass, pretty boy?"

Kyle shook his head "no" and turned to see the larger man taking off the rest of his clothes. 

"You like to suck cock, though, don't you?" The larger man asked. Kyle nodded and his eyes grew wide at the sight of the throbbing dick bobbing a few feet away. 

The larger man had a large cock. Larger than Kyle had ever seen in person, and on par with some of the largest cocks he'd ever seen online. Kyle took a few steps toward the larger man and the plane shook. 

The Captain announced that everyone should take his or her seats, as the ride was about to get bumpy.

Kyle, Mimi, and the passengers in first class ignored the request. Kyle knew that Mimi always carried a tube of KY in her purse, just in case she met a guy with an enormous cock. Judging by the amount of come that was filling Mimi, he thought he might need it more than her. He looked like a shy schoolgirl as he skipped past the larger man. There was a look of disappointment on several of the passenger's faces. Grins returned when Kyle held out the tube of KY. He knelt in front of the larger man, and proceeded to give an incredible performance.

He couldn't deepthroat the entire length of the larger man's cock, but Kyle came close. As he licked the larger man's scrotum, Kyle wondered what it would be like to be fucked by this large dick. He tongued the larger man's asshole, kissed his feet, and worked his way back up to a fully rigid cock. It seemed to point up at a forty-five degree angle, and it was as thick as Kyle's wrist.

Several of the passengers had already ejaculated on the floor, watching Kyle service the larger man. 

Kyle was wondering if he was ever going to come when the larger man laid flat on his back in the isle. Kyle looked at the erect cock jutting up from the larger man and quickly squeezed the entire contents of the KY tube into his asshole. He carefully stepped over the larger man and found places for his feet so that he could lower himself without falling.

"I think they'd like it better if you turned around," the larger man motioned behind Kyle.

Kyle looked over his shoulder to find a line forming in his isle. Several of the men had gotten out of their seats with their pants down and cocks out, apparently waiting to be serviced by Kyle's talented mouth. They weren't in a hurry, though, and some weren't even hard. Kyle thought that would change as soon as the larger man was in his ass. He was right.

Lindie looked at Mimi with a look that said, "isn't this fun?" but Mimi couldn't respond. She was thinner and smaller-framed than Lindie, and not nearly as strong. Mimi had sex with as many men before, but that was over the course of two years, not twenty minutes. And she had never done anal. At least, not like this. She had toys and a butt plug, but she never had six guys fill her bowels with come, and she certainly never had some strange girl suck all that come back out of her. Lindie's tongue up Mimi's ass felt incredible, though she tried not to show it. A voice told her how gross that was, but that voice was coming from some distant room, behind several closed doors. She leaned over and kissed Lindie, allowing a fresh load of come to leave her mouth and drip into Lindie's.

Kyle could barely get the tip of the larger man's cut cock past his sphincter. It hurt. Badly, at first, but then the pain went away. He tried to lower himself further, but his asshole was too tight. The larger man groaned, but didn't rush Kyle. Instead, he lifted Kyle by holding each cheek of Kyle's bubble butt, and gently let go. Kyle quickly picked up on what he was supposed to do and began short squats on the large cock poking his ass. With each downward motion, a little more cock found its way inside his anus, and what was already inside, moved easier. It started to feel good, too. The good feeling momentarily stopped when the plane bumped hard from turbulence. Kyle lost a handhold on an armrest, slipped, and yelped as half the larger man's cock impaled his smooth, round ass. They both remained still as the pain once again subsided. The man first in line for Kyle's mouth was now stroking a seven-inch hairy cock. A black man with a nine-inch cock was right behind him.

Kyle began to bounce on the larger man's cock again, and once again, it began to feel good. He was almost as surprised as the larger man when his smooth ass cheeks brushed against the larger man's hipbones. Kyle had allowed the full length of the larger man's cock inside him. The larger man, who had been relatively gentle up until this point, grabbed Kyle's round ass and held him down on his cock. Kyle had wondered what it would feel like to have another man come deep inside his bowels, and when he found out, Kyle came uncontrollably.

Before he could reflect any further on what had just happened, the black man in line was helping the larger man off the floor, and taking his position. "I got to get me some of that bubble ass," the black man said. His black cock wasn't as thick, but it was every bit as long. Kyle, had an easier time lowering himself on this cock, and once he was positioned well enough, he leaned forward to suck the first cock in line.

Mimi hadn't really been much of an active participant. Not at all like Lindie, who was skillfully servicing five dicks at once. Mimi wasn't doing much of anything. She barely looked conscious. The men lifted her off one deflated cock and lowered her onto a stiff one. Someone would get between her legs while another would squat down and fuck her mouth. One guy insisted on jerking off on her feet, while two others fucked her hands. She was too exhausted to jerk them off, so they opted to masturbate using her hands. Lindie stood up and went to the lavatory. She stepped out only a few minutes later looking as clean as if she had just stepped out of the shower. She stepped around Mimi and the six men coming in and on her, stood at her seat, and continued to watch Mimi get fucked while she dressed.

"I hope I don't get pregnant," Mimi muttered. "I'm on the pill, but that was a lot of come."

She no sooner got the words out of her mouth than she felt another load of ejaculate enter her pussy. Seconds later, the man beneath her came in her ass. The gentleman face-fucking her filled her mouth, and she swallowed out of convenience to both of them.

"We've been cleared for landing. Flight attendants, prepare the cabin for arrival," the Captain announced. 

The passengers returned to their seats in such a synchronized manner, it looked as if they had practiced the maneuver for years. Mimi was covered in come. She looked at Lindie, half hoping that she would lick her clean. Lindie tapped her stomach, "all full, thanks," Lindie smiled.

Mimi went to the lavatory, naked, only to find the door locked. She knocked, and a minute later, Kyle stepped out. He made a good effort, but he still smelled of come and KY. Mimi grabbed her clothes, stepped into the lavatory, and stepped back out just in time to open the cabin door and allow the passengers to deplane. 

Lindie opened her eyes, yawned, and told the gentleman next to her that she just had the most incredible dream. He was staring at her breasts when she grabbed his chin and brought his eyes to hers. 

"I said, I just had the most incredible dream," Lindie growled as her eyes flared, momentarily.

Everyone paused in first class as if listening and awaiting further instructions. Seconds later, they resumed pulling luggage from the overhead compartments and crowding one another.

"Bye-Bye," Mimi smiled.

"Bye-Bye," Kyle smiled and accepted yet another business card with a carnal invitation on the back. That made five in one flight. It was a record. It must have been his new cologne, he thought.

Neither had any recollection of what had transpired over the last two hours, but Mimi could have sworn she had worn pantyhose this morning. Both thought the first class cabin smelled a little musty. Come dripped down Mimi's inner thigh, but she didn't notice.

The first officer stepped out of the cockpit and asked Mimi if she wanted to get some dinner. She smiled and said, "Of course. I don't remember nodding off, but I must have taken a short nap because now I'm wide awake."

"Hopefully, not too wide," the first officer grinned. He had fucked her several times before, and for some reason, thought of her as his best friend with benefits. Mimi had no idea what he was referring to, but hoped he'd be up to fucking her silly, tonight. After all, she always liked to get fucked silly before going to bed.

Kyle hoped that the older gentleman would call him. He felt like he was finally ready to feel a cock up his ass, and could think of no other better candidate as his first. Well, either him or the larger man in 3C. 




Anathema II Pt. 02



Lindie grabbed Mimi by the back of the head and kissed her hard. She could still taste come on Mimi's lips. The first officer hoped Lindie would join the two of them for "dinner" but forgot all about Lindie as soon as she left his sight. Mimi forgot about her, too.

"I'm here. Give me a call when you get this message. I'll be at the old hotel by the courthouse. Thanks for doing this. I missed you, Sarah." Lindie slid her finger and ended the call, and then headed to baggage claim. 



Anathema II Pt. 03



As was the case for so many people these days, Kenny was struggling to make ends meet. The past several years had become progressively worse regarding finances, and Sarah realized she would have to find work if they were going to maintain some semblance of a comfortable lifestyle. She had tried clerical work, but only the younger girls seemed to get the jobs. She was pretty, but she was also pushing 40. The interviews went well, but once the businesses realized she was a mother of two and could only work certain times on certain days, she rarely received a call back for a second interview. When she did go back for a second interview, she had the feeling it was only for interviewer to undress her with his eyes a second time, and didn't expect to actually get a job. 

One older gentleman left his desk during a second interview and asked that she join him on the couch in his office -- to be more comfortable. He was an attractive man in his late 50's, obviously financially successful regardless of the economy, and had a charming presence that probably enabled him to get anything he wanted in life. Within minutes of small talk that had nothing to do with employment, Sarah realized he wanted a blowjob. She wondered how many other younger women had sat on the same couch and sucked his cock, only to find out later they would not be getting a job. The fact that he thought of her in that way, though, caused her pussy to become warm and wet. 

She knew there was little chance she was going to get a job as a paralegal for his firm, but Sarah didn't leave when he undid his pants and pulled out a handsome, average-sized cock. She loved her husband, but they were far from monogamous. Kenny had been with several other girls and women, sometimes right in front of her. She had been with another man, also in front of Kenny. But they both loved each other, and knew at the end of each day, they would stay married no matter what.

Sarah slid closer to the older gentleman, kissed him on the lips, and gently held his rigid shaft. 

"If I do this, do I get the job?" Sarah asked as she slowly stroked his cock.

"Do what? You haven't done anything, yet." The gentleman smiled and unbuttoned the top button of Sarah's blouse.

"And I won't unless we reach some kind of agreement." Sarah whispered as she leaned down and placed her mouth over the slick head of his dick. She sucked gently, swirled her tongue around the shaft, took a little more in her mouth, and sat back up. A ring of lipstick remained around the shaft.

"Negotiating a deal?" The gentleman smiled. "I'll tell you what... What if I offered you a temporary entry-level position?"

"What does it pay?" Sarah asked, her hand stopping on his cock, and his hand quickly moving onto hers, prompting her to continue.

"That all depends on your qualifications." The man unbuttoned another button on her blouse.

"You have my resume, you know..." Sarah was interrupted.

"Not those qualifications. I want to see what I'm getting. And I want to know your strengths so I know where best to employ you." The gentleman caressed her leg as she continued to stroke his wet cock.

Although the weather had been cooler, Sarah didn't want to have to worry about a bulky coat during the interview. She knew that if she was competing with another woman with similar clerical experience and qualifications, it might all come down to looks. Sarah knew how to look good when she wanted to, and dressed as provocatively as she could for this second interview, while still looking professional. Her legs were still tan and lightly freckled from the summer, so she opted to not wear pantyhose or nylons. Her suit skirt was short, but not too tight. Her high heels were simple, but matched the outfit, and were just high enough to make her calves swell attractively. Her blouse was see-through. Her bra was a white, lacey, push-up that made most women envious of her natural breasts. Her suit top was intentionally a size too small, but no one would ever say it didn't work for her -- man or woman.

Sarah thought for a moment. She looked at him with piercing eyes before leaning over and kissing him again. 

She let go of his erect dick and stood up, causing the older gentleman to frown. He had really enjoyed the few seconds her warm mouth massaged the head of his dick.

The frown was quickly replaced with a grin as Sarah took off her suit top and laid it on his desk. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped the side of her skirt, allowing it to fall around her ankles. She stepped out of the skirt as she took off the blouse. She walked back to the older gentleman in matching lace bra and panties, her high heels clicking with each step.

"Well?" Sarah asked.

"It looks like we're still negotiating. Continue." The gentleman directed her.

Sarah just wanted to give him a blowjob, and stripping down to her bra and panties was intended to quicken the process, and maybe raise the entry-level salary she was trying to secure.

Her nipples instantly hardened and protruded as she removed her lace bra. Her natural breasts fell, but only slightly, and swayed as she bent down to remove her panties. Her waist was narrow, her thighs were wide, but she was not fat. Her legs were shapely, and her stomach showed no signs of having had two children. Her pussy was tightly groomed, with a faint strip of reddish-blonde pubic hair.

She thought about leaving her heels on, but decided to take them off as well. She hadn't noticed how cold the floor of the office was until she stepped on it with her bare feet, and quickly walked back to the couch and resumed her place next to the older gentleman.

He ran his fingers through her strawberry blonde hair as she resumed a porn star-quality blowjob. He pushed her aside for a moment as he stood up and removed his shoes and pants. He kept his shirt and tie on, though. Sarah knelt between his legs after he sat down again, and licked his inner thighs and balls. The older gentleman asked her to move back so he could stand and fuck her face. She was taken aback by his roughness, but allowed him push his length down her throat.

She had taken bigger down her throat, so she didn't gag. She was becoming concerned, though, that he still hadn't reached orgasm. She had been kneeling close to ten minutes.

Finally, he allowed her to stand and spent the next several minutes groping at her large breasts and full ass. He rubbed her pussy and seemed delighted at her wetness. He used her wetness to lube his fingers before sliding one in Sarah's asshole. 

He was a dirty old man, after all, Sarah thought.

The older gentleman squeezed her nipples and bit them lightly. She wasn't as turned on as he thought she was, but she was still enjoying what he was doing to some degree. 

"Being a good wife and mother of two, you probably don't have any diseases, right?" The older gentleman asked.

"Of course not." Sarah said, pretending to be angry he would even suggest such a thing. She pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his lap. He grabbed two handfuls of tits as she guided his rigid tool into her pussy. Even after two kids, Sarah's pussy was tight for even the smallest dicks. She leaned over and kissed his ear lobe.

"Want to come in my pussy?" Sarah asked in the sexiest voice she could produce.

She had her tubes tied after her second kid, but he didn't need to know that. He was in heaven, having expected another blowjob from a desperate housewife, and instead, getting to fuck her and her being a willing participant. He had received blowjobs from a lot younger women -- and a few girls -- recently, but Sarah was all woman, and extremely fuckable, as he would tell her later.

"Do you want me to?" The older gentleman asked, almost nervously. 

"This time. But next time, I'd like you to come in my ass." Sarah said as she tightened her pussy around his shaft. She was rewarded with the warm feeling of semen being injected inside her.

She bit her lip hard enough to cause it to bleed, and wiped her mouth with his hand.

"So, what position did I just earn?" Sarah asked as his cock deflated and plopped out of her pussy. "Secretary? Paralegal? Personal assistant?"

The older gentleman frowned and helped Sarah off his lap. He stepped back into his pants and fastened his belt.

"Well, it's like this," he said, looking at the floor for a long while before looking back up at her. Sarah was sitting naked on his couch with her legs crossed in a lady-like manner. "I don't really have a position for you."

Sarah let him continue, seemingly not the least bit upset.

"I put the add in the paper and online, and of course by word of mouth, because I like getting blowjobs and almost everyone is willing to give me one. You, sweetheart, were willing to give me more, and I admire that."

Sarah stood up, leaving a small puddle of come on the leather couch. "Could you toss me my bra and panties?" She asked. He did as she asked.

"Are you upset?" The older gentleman asked. "I was worried you'd storm out of here."

"Like this?" Sarah asked. "No, I'll get cleaned up and dressed first, if you don't mind. Besides, we're still negotiating."

"But, I told you that..." he started.

"I know what you told me, but I think it's time I tell you something." Sarah wiped down her thighs with her blouse and threw it in the trashcan. Her bra and panties followed. She stepped into her skirt, zipped up the side, and then stepped into her heels. She walked over to his desk and retrieved her suit top, leaving it unbuttoned as she walked closer to him so he could clearly hear her whisper.

"I think that was worth at least two." She said.

"Two hundred? You want me to pay you, whore?" He started to back away, but Sarah grabbed his tie and pulled him up against her tits. She was easily five inches taller than him in her heels.

"Not two hundred. Two thousand. And I'm now your personal assistant, on retainer, and will be given a check every month whether I fuck you or not." Sarah smiled and felt his cock becoming hard again through his pants.

"What makes you think I'll agree to that? I can have you thrown out, whore." He almost stuttered.

"Call me a whore again, and I'll scream loud enough to burst your eardrums. I will run out of here asking for the police and I'll go into great detail about how you raped me." Sarah kissed him on his forehead. "That's what makes me think you'll agree to that."

The older gentleman pieced it all together. There was a plethora of DNA to choose from, and her blood, even though just a little, was on his hands. It wasn't going to look good for the firm to have this woman running out of the office half-naked. 

"Still negotiating, right?" He asked.

"Only if you sweeten the deal." Sarah said, unzipping his fly.

The older gentleman allowed Sarah to squat before him and blow him again. This time, he filled her mouth with come within seconds. She stood back up and he gestured to wipe the corner of her mouth and her cheek where some come had splattered.

"Leave it." Sarah said in her sexy voice.

He began to put his flaccid cock back in his pants.

"Leave it out. I'm not finished with it, yet." Sarah purred. "What do you have in mind?"

The older gentleman could smell his come on Sarah's breath. She was close enough to kiss him as she reached down and stroked his shaft back to erection.

"I'm waiting." She whispered.

"I can pay you two thousand today, but I'm not sure I'll be able to explain the cost every month." He said, ashamedly. Sarah knew it was an act, but so far, she was two thousand dollars better off than she was an hour ago. Anything else was going to be a bonus, in her opinion.

"Go on." Sarah said, as she placed his hands on her breasts.

"What if I could recommend others to you?" He asked. Sarah squeezed his cock in her hand and he let out a yelp. "Not like a pimp or anything!" She relaxed her grip. "Just as a referral... for interviews, if you will." 

"Not good enough." Sarah let go of his cock. "I'm not a whore. I really wanted a job. I really needed a job. In about thirty seconds, I'm going to run out of here, and your firm will be less one partner."

"An escort!" He whispered sternly. "Okay? An escort service. You're not a whore, alright? I know you're not a whore." She definitely fucked like one, he thought. "You can be your own boss, and I can give you recommendations regarding clients."

"And?" Sarah asked.

"And?" He asked back.

"And you'll keep me on retainer as your personal assistant, with a paycheck every month." She said.

"How much? And for how long?" He asked.

"One thousand, for now. And as for how long... until I get tired of sucking your cute cock." Sarah bent down to blown him again, but he stopped her.

"Deal!" He exclaimed. "Now, you should probably go. I have to figure out how I'm going to cover a thousand dollar expense next month."

"And the month after?" She asked, squatting back down before him.

"And the month after." He said, his eyes closed, head lifted toward the ceiling. "And the month after that."

Sarah swallowed his ejaculation easily, and then sucked one last time while looking up at him. She knew what he liked, both physically and visually. She stood up and straightened out what little clothes she was wearing. She ran her fingers through her hair, reached into her purse and found her lipstick, and then paused for a moment before reddening her lips. She walked back to the older gentleman and kissed him fully. He didn't seem to mind the taste of his come on her tongue. 

"I can take a check -- next time." Sarah said between kisses. "This time, I want cash."

He gently pushed back from Sarah and walked to his desk. He unlocked a lower drawer, counted a few bills, and relocked the drawer.

He placed the bills in an envelope, and then placed the envelope on his desk.

"We're not going to have any trouble, right?" He asked. "If your husband finds out, he's not going to create a scene is he?"

"My husband is a very understanding gentleman, not unlike yourself." Sarah said, smiling as she picked up the envelope. "He's going to be okay with this, as long as you live up to your end of the deal."

The older gentleman said nothing. Instead, he escorted Sarah to his office door which he had locked, unlocked it quietly, and nodded goodbye.

Sarah nodded back, walking confidently past the other offices, and finally past the secretary's desk. The secretary realized Sarah was no longer wearing her blouse, or her bra.

"Am I out of a job?" The secretary asked.

"Not yet." Sarah smiled as she walked out the main door.

When Sarah walked through the front door of her home, Kenny was in the kitchen, rifling through the refrigerator looking for something that might resemble dinner. When he looked up and over the refrigerator door, the sight of Sarah barely dressed and obviously freshly fucked made his cock swell and his stomach turn. 

"What did you have to do?" Kenny asked.

"Not much." Sarah said. "Kids out playing?" 

"Yeah, they went to the Russell's to check out the new gaming system. They'll be home in an hour or so." Kenny said. "Did you blow him?"

"A few times." Sarah said as she pealed off her business suit and kicked off her high heels.

"Fuck him?" Kenny asked.

"Once. Technically, the other three times, he fucked me." Sarah smiled. "Don't worry. Your pinky finger is bigger than his little prick on a good day."

"Was it worth it?" Kenny asked, slightly upset, but getting over it.

Sarah handed him the envelope. Kenny counted the money inside, and then handed it back to Sarah. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to do that."

"Kenny, you know we're about at our limit on credit card debt. We talked about this, remember?" Sarah reached for his hand and pulled him into their bathroom. She let go long enough to turn on the shower, and then reached for his hand again. She guided his hand to her wet pussy and pushed two of his fingers inside. "Whatever we can do to make ends meet, right? It just so happens I'm marketable in a certain market. I'm on the payroll, for now. That'll take care of the tax forms, but if we're going to have any savings, I'm going to have to do this again."

Kenny instinctively rubbed her clit with his thumb and forgot all about the other man's come covering his fingers.

"When will enough be enough?" Kenny asked.

"Whenever you tell me to stop, dear. I'll be careful. We'll be careful. And I'll stop when you tell me to." Sarah pulled off his shirt. When she bent down to pull down his shorts, she was rewarded with a short, fat cock hitting her in the face. It may not have been the longest piece of man meat that's ever been inside her, but it was definitely the fattest and thickest.

Within seconds, they were both in the shower. Sarah was bent over, and Kenny was fucking her harder than he had in months. They finished just in time as their kids came home wondering if they were going out again for dinner.

Over the next several weeks, Sarah went on dozens of "second interviews" thanks to word of mouth. Some were exactly that: interviews. Others were very similar in nature to her first encounter with the older gentleman. She would suck all of them professionally in the workplace, and on several occasions, she allowed the businessmen to fuck her during their negotiations, ending the interview with a substantial amount of cash and an agreement for future income in exchange for discretion and a quiet exit.

She still told Kenny as much as he wanted to hear about each "interview" but she hadn't told him that not all of the interviews ended with her getting paid after getting laid. In hopes of garnering more and better business, she performed a few "freebies." Sometimes, that led her to penthouse offices where the payoff usually tripled whatever she had normally received.

"I have another referral for you." The older gentleman said on the phone.

"Which firm?" Sarah asked in her business voice.

"Not a firm. A gentleman. He's at the hotel on 9th. You know... the big, fancy one." He said, tiredly. 

Sarah had sucked his cock for over thirty minutes earlier that day, and then made him masturbate while she rubbed her pussy and asshole on almost every piece of furniture in his office. She was quick to run over and put his dick in her mouth as soon as he was ready to climax, though. She had become very good at not leaving puddles of his come on the leather sofa again.

"Never been there, but I think I can find it. Anything I should know?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah." The older gentleman cleared his throat. "Wear a little black dress, no underwear, and shave your cunt." He gave her the room number, the time to show up at the lobby, and the gentleman's name.

"Anything else?" Sarah asked, unable to hide the nervousness in her voice.

"He's a big fish. If you score with this guy, I'd like to call it even between us. 

You'll have plenty of money." The older gentleman said on the phone. "He's not like normal businessmen, so be careful. Play your cards right, though, and you'll do alright." 

He hung up the phone, hoping he took care of his little financial problem, and that he'd never hear from Sarah again.

Kenny was beside himself as he watched his wife shave her pussy for another man.

"It's for you, too, Kenny." Sarah looked up after admiring her work. Kenny admired it, too. Even after two kids, Sarah's pussy looked beautiful. She was blessed with absolutely no stretch marks, which she insisted was hereditary. 

"Sure it is." Kenny said, giving a fake smile. "Are you taking the truck?"

"Not this time. In fact, I was going to ask if you could give me a ride. I'm apparently going to an interview at some fancy hotel." Sarah said, trying not to crush Kenny any more than he already had been. "I may have to spend the night, so just tell the kids I'm visiting a friend."




Anathema II Pt. 03



Kenny didn't have to look at his wife to know she looked ravishing. She smelled good, too. He had found an enema bottle in the trash two nights prior, but he didn't say anything to her about it. She was obviously going to great lengths to leverage her negotiating skills. He just hoped she wasn't becoming too consumed with her work. She was right; she had a talent and was making the most of it. In two months time, she had earned almost half of what Kenny had earned the previous year. Her little black dress was like velvet, but thinner. It was short, but not too tight. It stretched in all the right places. One strap went around the back of her neck and joined at the front, at her cleavage. She was not wearing panties or a bra, and didn't even carry a purse. All she had was her cell phone. 

"Okay. Don't wait up. I'll get a taxi to bring me home." Sarah leaned over and pretend-kissed Kenny on the cheek so as not to smudge her perfectly applied lipstick.

"I love you." Kenny said sheepishly.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." Sarah said as she carefully stepped out of the truck.

She may have been his wife, but at this moment, she was a businesswoman. And she was in the fucking business. Someone was going to have his way with his wife, and he was letting it happen. For what? So the electricity would stay on? So they could pay the mortgage? So the kids had food to eat? Yes, all of those things.

Kenny hid his jealousy until he was out of view, and drove home at almost twice the speed limit.

Sarah looked at her reflection in the glass as the doorman opened the door for her. She knew she was hot. Hotter than most men will ever see. Sure, they have seen better in magazines or on the Internet, but she was here, and she was real. And... she smelled good.

She almost dropped her phone as she set it to vibrate. 

That was about the time she realized that Lindie had called and left a message for her. Sarah quickly turned the phone's camera on so she could take a "Selfie" and texted the image to Lindie. She hoped Lindie's phone accepted photos via text or SMS. In the background of the photo was the name of the hotel. The photo also had a time-date stamp, so Lindie would know when the picture was taken. It was about that time that a set of elevator doors opened and two large black men in suits walked up to Sarah.

One of the men took her cell phone, while the other patted her down as if checking for weapons. She wasn't patted down very often, but she couldn't help but think the one patting her down was being intentionally gentle with her.

"Clean." The one patting her down said to the other.

"Let's go." Said the man holding her cell phone.

Sarah followed one the men holding her cell phone, while the other followed her. The one with her cell phone pressed the top two floor buttons in the elevator, and placed her cell phone in his suit pocket.

"I'd like that back, please." Sarah asked politely.

"When you're done." One of the large men said to her, without looking at her.

The elevator door opened and the two men stepped outside. Sarah was about to follow when one of the men held out his arm to stop her, and keep the elevator door from closing on her.

"No. You have one more floor to go." One of the large men said.

"Aren't you coming, too?" Sarah asked as she stepped backward into the elevator.

"Later." One of the men said as the elevator doors closed. She wasn't sure, but it almost looked as if he had grabbed his groin as he said the word.

The elevator went up one more floor. 

At first, Sarah thought there must have been a mistake. The entire floor was dark and it appeared as if she were alone. A few seconds later, she heard the strike of a match, and light begin to fill the room. She continued down a long hallway until reaching an open door to a large penthouse suite. 

Two long-stemmed candles illuminated a long table filled with an elaborate dinner.

"I hope you don't mind that I turned this into a dinner date." A voice said from the shadows. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows wearing a long bathrobe and little else. 

From the look of the men that had frisked her, Sarah had been expecting something else. A rap star or pimp, for instance. Instead, she was confronted with a tall, dark, and unusually handsome young man that was possibly in his early twenties, if not younger. He could have been Italian or Greek, and he had an accent, but she had no idea as to the origin.

"Actually, I'm starving." Sarah admitted. She had eaten very little over the past few days, preparing her body for what she imagined her most important interview, yet. Between the reduced diet and multiple enemas she had performed, Sarah was thinner around the waist, and as clean inside as she had ever been outside. As she walked closer to the table, she noticed there was only one chair.

The handsome gentleman guided her to the chair, but sat down in it first, and then invited her to sit on his lap.

"Please, I think you'll find my lap very comfortable." He allowed his robe to open, revealing a flaccid 9-inch cock that was as thick as Sarah's wrist. 

"Not even a kiss, first?" Sarah whispered.

"I don't want to fuck you, yet, my dear. And even if I did, you're cunt is as wet as your mouth right now. Both appear to be salivating for something." He raised the front of her dress to expose her hairless pussy, and then lifted higher until her dress was pulled up to her waist.

He was right. Sarah would hate to admit it, but the very sight of this man made her pussy ache. It might have been the security men frisking her and running their hands over her that got her started, but by the time she laid eyes on the man before her, she not only wanted to fuck, she wanted to come. That was a first, as all the previous job interviews, were just jobs. She knew there would be no emotional connection. She knew the negotiations were all about their sexual satisfaction, and her financial satisfaction. This time, it was different.

Sarah pulled off the dress over her head, careful not to mess her hair or makeup, and sat on the gentleman's lap. She kept her heels on; only because she couldn't think of how to bend down to take them off without bumping her head on the table. Finally, she pried one off and kicked off the other one. 

The handsome young man cut a piece of steak and fed it to her, careful not to stick her in the face with the fork. He cut another piece and held it just far enough in front of her to make her lean forward. As she eased back, he was inside her. She arched her back, and allowed three very thick inches into her pussy as he continued to feed her a variety of food.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Sarah asked, innocently.

"Yes, of course. Where are my manners?" He asked as he lifted her off his cock. He pushed the food and tableware aside and had Sarah turn around and sit on the edge of the table. He then lifted her legs and knelt between them.

His technique was perfect. His lips covered her clit before sliding down each side of her labia. His tongue rolled around the outer edges before darting deep inside, finally resting on her nub. His fingers found her G-spot and massaged tenderly, then forcefully. A pinky finger teased her small rosebud of an asshole. Sarah came hard.

She felt ashamed. She was no longer in control. Was she ever? Had she thought she was in control with all those other men? The handsome gentleman licked her pussy through her orgasm, and the only thought that kept running through her mind was her desire for this young man and his large cock to fuck her. 

She pushed him back and knelt on the floor, barely able to fit the head of his tool in her mouth. In it's rigid state, his cock was every bit as wide as her husbands, and a few inches longer. She knew it was going to hurt, but she couldn't help herself. She hadn't even talked about money, leaving quietly, or any future meetings.

"Aren't you going to discuss negotiations, now?" The handsome gentleman asked.

"Fuck the negotiations. I want you inside me. I want your gorgeous prick in me." Sarah said, frenzied.

"Any particular position you prefer?" He asked as he stood before her.

"Any position and every position you want." Sarah guided the tip of his cock to her wet pussy. "Just fill me, please."

The handsome young man eased a few inches into her wet slit and worked it in and out quickly. Sarah gasped as she realized there was only a third of his length inside her. "All of it!" She gasped. "I want to take all of it."

He eased another few inches in with each thrust until he was pushing her back on the table. Her legs were spread and high in the air, but he did not need to hold them as Sarah had the needed dexterity to hold them at just the proper angle.

"My dear, I wish to lick your asshole." He said, politely.

Sarah pulled back, but grasped his thick tool before it could hit the table. She pushed him back enough to give her enough room to turn around and get up on the table. She knelt on the table, elbows flat on the tabletop, arching her ass up for his inspection. His tongue immediately found the inside of her anus, swirling and licking as if she was the sweetest of deserts.

His fingers worked her pussy for a second time, and she cried out through another orgasm.

"Fuck!" Sarah cried out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"If you insist, my dear." The handsome gentleman said as he stood up and pushed his cockhead past her sphincter.

Kenny had fucked her in the ass many times before, but this young man was much more well endowed than Kenny, and he was incredibly talented when it came to making her come. She didn't care how much it was going to hurt. Sarah just wanted him inside her. Anywhere, just inside her.

Plates, food, and flatware fell to the floor. The candles teetered and fell, but instead of setting the tablecloth on fire, they simply extinguished themselves. The room was completely dark. The only sounds were those of Sarah gasping, and her bowels releasing air around the handsome gentleman's cock as it explored her anal depths further and further with each thrust.

He pulled Sarah off the table and leaned her gently against his chest, with his cock deeply seated up her ass. He squeezed her breasts tightly. She jumped as she felt another set of fingers ease into her pussy. The fingers were soon replaced with a tongue, lips, and finally another cock. A hand found the back of her head and guided her mouth to a waiting dick, wet and ready to come. Three cocks pushed themselves into Sarah simultaneously, making her dizzy within minutes. She couldn't see anything. She may as well have been blindfolded. But she could hear and she could smell. And, she soon found out, she could taste as the cock in her mouth exploded. The hand behind her head held her mouth on his cock until she swallowed his semen. She was lifted, turned, and fed the cock that had been in her ass. The slightly smaller cock that was in her pussy found it's was into her waiting, gaping anus. His full length plunged into her. The young gentleman came very hard, and Sarah choked on his ejaculate. She coughed and some dribbled from her mouth down his shaft and down the crack of his ass.

"I'm sorry." Sarah gasped. "That was a lot."

"I'm offended." The handsome gentleman said softly.

Sarah wasn't sure why, but she thought if she licked the handsome gentleman's asshole, she would make things better. She didn't rim her customers. She didn't even rim her husband. But the handsome gentleman leaned back, held his legs from under the knees, and allowed Sarah to stick her tongue as far up into his asshole as she wanted. Meanwhile, the cock in her ass pushed deeper until releasing his load deep into her bowels. She farted come bubbles as soon as he withdrew his long dick.

Another large cock took position behind her, but this time entered her pussy. Hands held her hips firmly, and she felt herself guided gently back onto the large prick. Sarah felt another orgasm approaching, and pushed back against the large cock while French kissing the handsome gentleman's asshole. Her pussy tightened around the large dick as it filled her pussy with come.

In total darkness, Sarah swallowed four more loads of semen while being fucked in her ass and pussy. Despite being practically covered in come, mouths kissed her legs, ass, and feet. They kissed and sucked her nipples, as well as French kissed her on the mouth. When her asshole and pussy weren't being stuffed with cocks, tongues swirled inside them.

Sarah came over a dozen times. She finally passed out.

When she awoke, she was naked and on the floor. She was literally covered in come, as if after she passed out, whoever had been fucking her so well opted to masturbate over her unconscious body. As she found her shoes and dress in the sliver of sunlight that managed to peer through the drawn drapes, she felt as if she would throw up. Her bowels let loose and released an unbelievable amount of come. Her pussy was also unable to hold the semen that had been left inside her. Her body made noises that she never heard before. Her pussy was sore, but not nearly as sore as her asshole. She was relieved to see the lack of blood, and no signs of any permanent damage. 

Sarah found the bathroom, turned on the light, and for the first time, could see the results of the night before.

An hour went by, as Sarah stood in front of the mirror, motionless. She may have gone into shock, but eventually, she went out of shock and into the shower. Her body was covered with bite marks and bruises. She looked as if she had been beaten for several days, although all she remembered was absolute orgasmic bliss for a few hours.

"What the fuck happened to me?" Sarah whispered to herself as the water melted away the dried semen in her hair.

She cleaned herself as thoroughly as possible, fixed her hair as best she could with a blow dryer and no brush, and put on her dress and heels. Aside from the lack of makeup and fresh bruises, she didn't look too bad. She just wondered where her cell phone was.

She found her way to the hallway, and then the elevator. She pressed the button for the next floor down, and there, waiting for her, were the two security men. One held out his hand, offering her cell phone.

"Thank you. And thank you for a great time. I must have fallen down a flight of stairs at some point, though. You didn't do this to me, did you?" Sarah asked.

"Lady, we've been here the whole night. Last night, too. And the night you came in." He said.

"I've been here three nights? Sarah said, almost in a panic. Poor Kenny and the kids must be wondering where I am. And Lindie was supposed to come in for a visit. 

"Yes, ma'am." He said as she took her cell phone from him.

The battery was dead.

"Fuck." Sarah said under her breath. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"No, ma'am." He said.

Sarah looked at her phone again, and then turned around to go back to the elevator.

"Wait a minute." One of the security men said. Sarah turned around and walked back, thinking she might be able to use his phone after all. Instead, he handed her a note and went back to talking to a coworker.

Sarah unfolded the note as she stepped into the elevator.

"You were worth every penny. Good thing I didn't pay you. You are no longer going to be an escort. You have been paid in full. I want you to end whatever contractual obligations you think you may still have, and go home to your family before it becomes the last time you see them."

Sarah cried as the elevator descended. When the doors opened, she wondered how she would get home. Her phone was dead. She had no money or identification. She looked like a crack whore; beaten and bitten.

Her heart skipped a beat when a beautiful girl standing in the center of the lobby turned and caught her gaze. The girl's eyes glowed bright blue for an instant, and then returned to normal.

"Lindie. Thank God." Sarah whispered.



Anathema II Pt. 04



Sarah didn't know why Lindie was standing in the hotel lobby with a bag full of her clothes. She didn't care about why. She was just thankful she was there. Lindie explained that she had received a text shortly after Sarah sent her the picture of herself standing in the lobby. It said to bring a change of clothes, make-up, and toiletries today, and that she would be busy for a day or so, sorting out a contract dispute.

"I didn't send you any text messages." Sarah said as she sipped her coffee.

"Well, it looks like I showed up just in time, regardless." Lindie said softly. She put her hand on Sarah's arm and Sarah began to cry.

"I don't know what happened. Was I drugged? How many times did they fuck me?" Sarah whimpered.

"There was no 'they' Sarah." Lindie said. "It was just one. He fucked you forty-three times."

"Holy shit. I swear there were at least three of them. I'm telling you, I had three of them inside me at once." Sarah said, shaking.

Lindie pressed on her forearm more firmly. "Calm down, Sarah. You're going to be alright. I made up a story for your kids, and assured Kenny you would be okay."

"How did you know I'd be okay?" Sarah asked.

"I didn't, but what else was I going to tell him?" Lindie said.

There was a short pause, and then Sarah asked, "Did you fuck him?"

"Kenny? No. I sucked him off about a dozen times, though. I thought I would wait to fuck him until you were home. With as busy as you've been, don't you think he deserves a little two-on-one time?" Lindie smiled shyly. 

"How do you know it was only one?" Sarah asked.

"Same as always. I just know. Don't you trust me?" Lindie said as her eyes glowed slightly. She could see that Sarah was having her doubts. Lindie's skin paled, and her rapidly forming claws cut into Sarah's forearm.

Sarah was defiant, but respectful. "Let go, Lindie. You're hurting me."

Lindie relaxed her grip and withdrew her claws, but continued to hold Sarah's forearm.

Sarah pulled a paper napkin from the dispenser and wiped the blood off her arm.

"It'll heal before we leave here. Don't worry." Lindie said flatly.

"I'm not worried. You're better than any doctor I know when it comes to healing people." Sarah said, trying her best to not make Lindie any angrier.

It had been only two hours since they both hopped into a taxi at the hotel and road across town to get a coffee and talk about what happened. Sarah had changed her clothes in the taxi, stripping off her little black dress and heels and replacing them with plain panties, sweatpants, t-shirt, and jogging shoes. The taxi driver got an eyeful, and Lindie did not let his erection go to waste. He happily covered the fare.

The bruises on Sarah's body were fading quickly thanks to Lindie's healing touch. When she wanted, Lindie could just as easily kill someone with a touch of her finger, failing one organ at a time if the situation called for it. 

Sarah hoped she would never have to witness Lindie's completely dark form, as most everyone that did -- innocent or not -- perished shortly thereafter.

"Do you think he was like you?" Sarah asked.

"Yes." Lindie said, matter-of-factly. "You're lucky to be alive."

"I wanted him to fuck me so bad. I couldn't get enough of him. I'm still thinking about him." Sarah sighed.

"It'll pass. He fucked you, but he also fucked with you." Lindie tried to explain. "I guess you were in too many guy's pockets. Enough people complained, someone knew he could get in your head, and he did. Let it go."

Sarah took another sip of her coffee as Lindie released her forearm. Sarah's body was completely healed. No bite marks. No bruises. She even had an after-orgasm glow.

"When can we talk about me?" Lindie asked, looking innocent, pretty, and young.

"When we can be alone -- all alone." Sarah answered. "I don't want to tell the story twice. I don't want to tell the story at all, but I know you need to know. I don't want us to be interrupted, and I don't want anyone around just in case you let your temper get the best of you."

"Are you afraid I might hurt you, Kenny, or the kids?" Lindie asked.

"I'm terrified." Sarah said, before taking another sip of her coffee.

"I don't blame you, sis." Lindie said softly. Her innocence and youth left her face, and her face transformed from pretty to beautiful to sultry. For a moment, though, Lindie looked cold and lifeless, her skin fading to a white glow, and her eyes turning an unnatural light blue. Her teeth cut through her lips, but were gone in an instant. Sarah wondered if anyone else in the coffee shop had seen it, too. She figured if they had, they'd be dead before the sun set.

The fact that Lindie had allowed Sarah to see this much must have been a sign of trust. 

Lindie walked to the cash register to pay for the coffee and the young man handed her twelve dollars from the till, and three more 20's from under the drawer. Lindie smiled and signaled for Sarah to join her. They stepped out into the cool breeze and hailed a taxi.

"Do you pay for anything, anymore?" Sarah asked, amazed.

"Nothing's ever free, Sarah. But to answer your question, I have no need of money." Lindie said sternly.

Kenny was standing at the side door when they stepped out of the taxi. The kids were still at school, and Sarah still didn't know what story Lindie came up with, so she was glad they'd all have a chance, just in case the kids became inquisitive. 

"I don't do kids, so get your story straight with Kenny." Lindie had said earlier. She said it again when they were sitting in Sarah and Kenny's bedroom. They went downstairs to the kitchen, and Kenny felt the tension between Sarah and Lindie.

Sarah was in better shape physically, but mentally, she was still a little shaken. Lindie went into the kitchen and started making tea. Sarah and Kenny thought it strange that Lindie knew exactly where to find everything, almost as if she had been there her entire life.

The three sat at the kitchen and talked quietly. Lindie came up with a simple story of Sarah helping a sick friend, and worked out the minor details so the kids wouldn't think anything different. She also told Kenny that Sarah's last job hadn't gone as well as planned, and she wouldn't be escorting again, or at least not for awhile. Kenny took it surprisingly well, and asked if Sarah had been hurt.

"She's tougher than she looks," Lindie said, rubbing Sarah's shoulder. Her hand dropped to Sarah's chest, and then one of her breasts where she paused and gave a light tug on her nipple. "We're sisters, after all, right?"

"I'll be alright, Kenny." Sarah assured him. She made no effort to remove Lindie's hand from her breast. Lindie pulled up Sarah's shirt and gave her a quick kiss on the nipple she had just pinched, and then gave Sarah a kiss on the lips. Lindie pulled Sarah's shirt back down, sipped the last of her tea, and then put her cup on the counter. 

Kenny could see so many similarities between the two, and the same things that regularly turned him on when he looked at Sarah were turning him on as he looked at Lindie. He had seen Lindie in her other form months earlier. He had filled Lindie's mouth with come over a dozen times in the last two days. Yet, he remembered none of it. 

Erasing memories was just one of Lindie's many talents, but she tried not to abuse the ability. She could go weeks or months without a drop of come in her mouth. She wasn't sure what sustained her, as she only ate to be social. It had been months since she ate three meals in one day, yet her shape never changed. She maintained slightly larger hips and thighs, as one might find in a gymnast or figure skater, a narrow waist, and full yet firm breasts. Depending on what she wore, she could pass for a girl barely out of high school, or a woman in her early thirties. 

Shortly after puberty, though, she had a sense of being much older. Not years, but possibly decades -- or centuries.

"Now that I have your undivided attention," Lindie stood before Sarah, "would you mind talking about something I'd like to talk about? After all, I came to visit, not rescue you from the downward spiral of executive prostitution and extortion."

Sarah asked Kenny to leave the kitchen, and to keep the kids out, but Lindie recommended they go to Kenny's study. 

"Better idea, Lindie." Sarah said. "Bring the pot of tea. This might take awhile."

"Do you remember going to Sunday school?" Sarah asked Lindie.

"Yes. I liked it. But, I think they got some of the stories wrong. I went back and read the verses when I was a little older, but it still seemed like something wasn't quite right." Lindie said curiously.

"Well, there are stories they cover in Sunday school, and stories they don't. What I'm about to tell you -- I think it applies to you, but I don't know for sure. Nobody knows for sure. I need you to understand that." Sarah continued.

"Okay, anything is better than nothing, and all I know is what I feel." Lindie stood and began to pace back and forth.

"About that." Sarah stopped Lindie carefully. "You have to promise me that you won't hurt the kids or Kenny."

"Why on earth would I hurt the kids or Kenny?" Lindie asked, her skin paled ever so slightly.

"Because when you get angry, bad things happen." Sarah said, her voice shaking. "You can turn on a dime, and I don't know how you'll take what I say, or if what I say will even be enough to satisfy your curiosity."

"I promise I won't hurt your family." Lindie held out a clawed hand. Sarah opened her eyes wide and tilted her head.

"See? This is what I'm talking about!" Sarah stood with her hands on her hips until Lindie's hand returned to normal. Sarah reached out to shake Lindie's hand on her promise.

"Have you ever heard of the Nephilim and Elioud?" Sarah asked.

"Just stories. Nothing more. I thought it was just weird stuff people made up." Lindie said, stopping her pacing as if something caught her eye and she needed to focus to get a better look.

"Are saying I'm the daughter of an angel?" Lindie asked smiling.

"Not exactly, Lindie. Angels weren't the only ones to mingle with us humans." Sarah said carefully.

"Aliens?" Lindie asked comically.

"No, Lindie. Not aliens. Do I have to say it?" Do I?!?" Sarah asked, her eyes welling with tears.

"Demons?" Lindie said with a slight lisp. Her teeth had already cut through her lips.

"We don't know." Sarah said quickly. "Dad was shooting blanks by the time mom was pregnant with you. And no, she didn't cheat on dad. She never so much as looked at another man the whole time they were married."

"So, how did dad handle it?" Lindie asked. Her teeth had retracted, but her mouth was still bleeding. Sarah maintained her composure, though.

"Dad was approached by a man about a month before mom was pregnant with you. He told dad that it would be hard to believe, and harder to accept, but you were needed to maintain balance. It was the way it was intended. It was the way it will always be." Sarah found a picture of her parents and handed it to Lindie. "He said you would look like mom and dad, and you were every bit as much of them as you were of him."

"How is that even possible? How do you know all this?" Lindie asked. Her heart felt heavy as she looked at the photograph. She missed her parents. They died before she finished high school, and there was so much she had wanted to ask them.

"Because the man talked to me, too." Sarah said quietly. "He said the day would come when you would realize you were different, and you might question your own existence. Honestly, I thought we'd be having this talk sooner. But you've seemed to figure out quite a bit on your own."

"I know I can kill people." Lindie sniffled. A bloodstained tear ran down her cheek. "I know that I can smell someone's entire sexual history with just one whiff of their breath or private parts. I can hear conversations miles away. I can heal others and myself with the touch of a finger. I know I can eat as much or as little as I want and never get fat or skinny. I know that when I change into... whatever I change into... I can break the sidewalk when I walk. I can grow wings and use them to fly or swim. Did you know they work underwater, too? I know I love the taste of a man's ejaculation. I know that more than I know anything else, and it freaks me out. I know I've been fucked hundreds if not thousands of times and haven't gotten a disease or gotten pregnant. I can cut my hair and paint my nails, and when I wake up, I'll look the same as I do right now. What the fuck is that?!?!" Lindie's skin paled instantly, but her teeth, nails, and eyes remained human. The faintest traces of scars covered her body. "I can't even get a fucking tattoo!"

"I know," was all Sarah could say. Lindie stood, motionless. Finally, Sarah continued, "Your body will continue to heal, but the scars will never completely disappear. Your body will no longer age, and you won't require food or drink to live. You will require sleep, though. And, whatever fuels your passionate side... come?... well, that just helps the time go by that much better."

"Am I a vampire... or succubus?" Lindie asked.

"There's no such thing as vampires." Sarah quipped.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I know a werewolf, and he's as real as you." Lindie's skin returned to normal.

"Really?" Sarah said with genuine curiosity. "I thought they were extinct. And he didn't attack you? Your kind usually doesn't play well with others."

"Quite the contrary." Lindie smiled. "He fucked me in a good way."

"Like a wolf, or a human?" Sarah was on the edge of her seat.

"Both." Lindie said. 

"That's really unusual, Lindie." Sarah said. "Was he the tow truck driver?"

There was a pang of unexplained jealously taking over Lindie. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess." Sarah continued. "Anyway, they say the Big Guy works in mysterious ways. I don't think you're a demon, Lindie. Or daughter of a demon, despite your appearance when you change. You've done some gruesome things, but I think you mean well."

"Either that, or I'm the daughter of a demon that's not very good at her job." Lindie smiled with glowing red eyes. Sarah was taken aback, as she only remembered Lindie's eyes having glowed blue. Then she realized that that might have been all Lindie allowed her to remember.

"Well, there's that, too." Sarah said uncomfortably. 

"Why me?" Lindie whispered. "Why have I been cursed?"

"Some might look at it like a curse, but I don't." Sarah consoled her. "It's really more of God's way."

"Isn't everything?" Lindie asked.

"Yes, I suppose." Sarah said calmly. "But whatever you are, I think you have a purpose, and I think it's for good, not bad." There was a long pause where they both stared off, as if time were put on hold.

"I burned a priest." Lindie said flatly.

"You did what?!" Sarah cried out, and then asked again in a hushed whisper. "You did what?"

"Before that mess with Pam," Lindie said quietly. "I was sitting in church and a priest put his hand on my shoulder. I think he contracted frostbite on his fingers. He must have been in shock because he didn't cry out or anything."

"Did you try to hurt him?" Sarah asked.

"Not at all. I didn't even know he was there." Lindie answered. "I didn't even know what happened until days later as it replayed in my mind."

"I trust you, Sarah." Lindie looked deep into Sarah's eyes. "That's why you're still alive this second."

Sarah stepped back as Lindie began her metamorphosis into something only seen in nightmares. Lindie's skin paled and shined like marble. Her teeth cut through her lips and blood momentarily poured from her mouth. She inhaled and her clothes ripped and fell to the floor. As she exhaled and inhaled a second time, wings unfolded behind her, knocking over a lamp. Her breathing sounded labored, and her eyes glowed a deep blue. Her fingers looked more like claws, but were not disgusting. Lindie's skin glistened in what little light that passed through the lined curtains, almost to the point of glowing. 

Sarah shook uncontrollably as Lindie stepped towards her. In this form, as frightening as she may have been, she also appeared angelic. Maybe more than angelic.

Lindie turned, as if modeling for Sarah.

"Pretty?" Lindie asked with a hiss. As Lindie had done to her victims so many times before, she sniffed deeply along Sarah's body. She could smell the history of twenty-three men, and three women. And something else.

"Oh my Gggg..." was all Sarah could say before Lindie collapsed both her lungs with the spear-like tips of her wings. Lindie carefully calculated the speed which would snap Sarah's neck, or possibly rip her head from her body, and reached for Sarah's throat slightly slower.

"I want you to remember this moment, Sarah." Lindie hissed, tightening her grip around Sarah's neck. "Remember this until the day you die, but don't tell a soul or that day may come sooner than you think."

Sarah mouthed words, but only blood came out. She would have looked like she was crying if there had been tears, but instead, only looked to be in agony. 

Lindie retracted her wingtips from Sarah's body, and the wings were gone. Lindie changed her grip on Sarah's throat, bringing her hand to the back of Sarah's head. She tilted Sarah's head and kissed her deeply. As Lindie's tongue found Sarah's, the holes in Sarah's lungs closed and healed immediately. Lindie exhaled in Sarah's mouth and it smelled and tasted like come. 

Lindie's other hand, which had now returned to a soft, small, woman's hand, untied Sarah's sweatpants.

Sarah was too shaken to speak, but her eyes showed the fear.

"Relax, Sarah." Lindie said in her normal, young woman's voice. She looked like a beautiful young woman again. "I'm going to try to find out more about your last client, but don't worry. You might actually like it." Lindie pulled Sarah's sweatpants and panties down to her ankles and waited for Sarah to step out of them.

Lindie guided Sarah to sit on the desk in the study. She stood between Sarah's legs and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was soft and gentle. 

"Relax, sis." Lindie whispered as she ran her soft hands up and down Sarah's legs and thighs.

"What are you doing, Lindie?" Sarah finally said as Lindie brushed her fingers over Sarah's clit.

"I can find out more if you're turned on. When it's wetter, it works better, right?" Lindie said as she knelt between Sarah's legs. She softly kissed from the inside of Sarah's thighs to her pubic mound. "You like that, don't you?" Lindie asked.

Sarah just looked at her.

"It's okay if you come, by the way. I lick pussy just as good as I suck cock, so don't hold back." Lindie said before burying her face between Sarah's thighs.

Sarah leaned back, and eventually laid back. Lindie lifted Sarah's legs and pushed them back so she could lick every inch around Sarah's pussy and asshole. She kissed Sarah's feet, lightly kissed her calves, and then returned to her sister's very wet pussy.

Lindie's technique was suspiciously perfect. She knew exactly where to put her tongue and when. She gently slid two fingers inside Sarah's slit, turned them slightly, and held them there. Sarah bucked her hips, rubbing her G-spot on Lindie's fingers. Lindie's face was covered in wetness, but she continued to lick through her sister's orgasm. As she licked, Lindie's tongue stretched and probed the inner walls of Sarah's pussy. It was uncomfortable at first, but the discomfort was soon replaced with a surprising orgasm. Sarah's thigh muscles tightened and she covered Lindie's face with more wetness.

"You go girl." Lindie said from Sarah's pubic mound. "Just one more thing I need to do."






Anathema II Pt. 04



Lindie pulled Sarah closer to the edge of the desk and had her hold her legs up from behind the knees. When she finally convinced Sarah that she was not trying to turn her into a human pretzel, Lindie knelt down and began licking Sarah's asshole.

Like many contemporary women, Sarah was not opposed to anal sex. She had learned how to prepare for anal, and there were times when she even enjoyed it as much as the guy fucking her ass. But it was the ass licking before the anal sex that she really enjoyed. 

Sarah instinctively rubbed her clit as Lindie's tongue pushed past her anal sphincter. Again, Lindie's tongue grew and probed several inches up Sarah's rectum. Sarah's hand became a blur as she rubbed harder and faster.

"Oh fuck!" Sarah cried out. Lindie looked up just in time to see Sarah's pussy squirt in her eyes.

Kenny quickly opened the door. "What the hell...?" He was greeted by the sight of his naked sister kneeling between his wife's legs, tonguing his wife's asshole. His hard-on was immediate.

"It's a good thing the kids went out for pizza with friends after school. You're shaking the whole house." Kenny said, unable to conceal the bulge in his pants.

"I'm almost done, Kenny." Lindie turned as she continued to hold Sarah's legs back. "Do you want to fuck me while I finish?"

Lindie didn't wait for an answer. She put her mouth back on Sarah's asshole. Sarah closed her eyes and nodded.

Kenny pulled off his t-shirt and stepped out of his shorts. He was large, slightly overweight, and hairy. But he also had an unusually thick cock. It wasn't very long at first, but it was fat.

He kissed Sarah on the lips, but before he could position himself behind Lindie, Sarah reached for his arm.

"Don't come inside her." Sarah warned. "Not even in her ass."

"Okay." Kenny said as he stood behind Lindie. He straddled her crossed ankles and ran his hands over her soft body. She was a younger and slightly smaller version of his wife, although Lindie's ass and tits felt just as big, if not bigger.

Lindie's pussy was very wet, and as big as his tool was, Kenny had no trouble fitting his short length and wide girth inside her. He fucked Lindie lovingly for several minutes, but as Sarah began to come again, he couldn't hold back. 

Lindie sensed his climax and pulled forward, allowing his thick dick to pop out of her. She turned around, dropped to her hands and knees, and guided his shaft to her lips as streams of come hit her nose and chin. She scooped whatever come had landed on her face into her mouth and smiled.

"Mmmmm. Delicious." Lindie winked at Kenny. Without wasting any time, she turned back to Sarah and began kissing and licking her legs and thighs. She knew Kenny was already hard again, and reached back and guided his fat prick to her pussy lips.

Kenny fucked her for a few more minutes when Lindie pulled forward, again allowing his dick to pop out of her young pussy. Lindie and Sarah could both see the look of disappointment on Kenny's face.

"I'm all done." Lindie said. "But we don't have to stop if you don't want to." She was speaking to both Kenny and Sarah.

Sarah attempted to sit up, and Lindie steadied her. Sarah slid off the desk, walked to Kenny, stepped up on her tippy-toes, and kissed him. Kenny pulled Sarah's t-shirt over her head, and kissed her again. As Sarah and Kenny kissed, Lindie squatted before Kenny and coaxed his fat cock to full erection with her hands and mouth.



"Wow, she's good." Kenny said, unable to restrain himself.

Sarah ran her fingers through Lindie's hair as her head bobbed back and forth on Kenny's cock.

"She likes to do ass-to-mouth, too." Sarah said as she pulled away from Kenny. Lindie looked up at Kenny with the head of his dick in her mouth and nodded.

"Where're you going?" Kenny asked Sarah.

"I'm exhausted," Sarah said as she pulled her hair behind her ears. "I need a shower. You have fun, Kenny. Consider this a Hall pass, okay? Go easy on my little sister, but don't take too long. The kids are probably on their way back, and we don't need them walking in on you fucking their aunt." Sarah smiled as she picked up her clothes and walked out of the room naked. 

She hadn't walked around the house naked comfortably since before the kids. It felt good.



Lindie stood up, barely able to kiss Kenny's neck and chest. Kenny's hands reached for Lindie's ass and she pulled herself up, locking her ankles behind him. Lindie kissed Kenny's face, neck, and ears. She reached back and guided the tip of Kenny's cock to her pussy, but instead of pushing it inside, she rubbed it back and forth along her slit. 

"I know you want to put it in my butt, don't you?" Lindie asked.

Kenny didn't care that Lindie's tongue had been up his wife's ass. He kissed her on the mouth as he twisted the head of his cock and pushed it up Lindie's rectum. Lindie didn't groan or grimace. She continued French kissing Kenny as she moved her ass up and down on his fat tool. 

Lindie could tell by his heart rate and his pulsing cock that he was about to come. She lifted herself off his dick, unlocked her ankles, and dropped to her knees. She caressed Kenny's balls as the first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. She rubbed, and then slid a wet finger up Kenny's asshole and another spurt filled her mouth. 

Kenny looked down at Lindie as she held his dick in her mouth and swallowed his come. She looked up and smiled as she slowly began bobbing her head on his cock again.

"Again?" Kenny asked.

Lindie smiled with her eyes as she bobbed and twisted her head on his thick dick.

Sarah turned on the shower and stepped in front of the large mirror in the Master bathroom. Lindie had done a good job of healing her. She lifted her breasts and could see the faint lines of scars in each ribcage. The razor-sharp tips of Lindie's wings left inch-long scars, but there was no associated pain or discomfort. When she turned a certain way, she couldn't see the scars at all.

Sarah wasn't sure what Lindie was doing when she licked her pussy and asshole so thoroughly. She could have been healing her areas a little better. Or, she could have been taking DNA samples. Either way, both her pussy and asshole felt great. There was no tearing or soreness, and if she didn't know better, she would say her pussy felt a little tighter. Her muscles looked more toned. She didn't think Lindie did that. She had an unconventional diet the last few days.

Sarah stepped into the shower and let the steam take over. She washed her body and hair like any other time, except she seemed to do everything slower, taking almost twice as long. 

Sarah almost jumped when Lindie poked her head in the shower.

"Mind if I join you?" Lindie asked.

"I was just getting out." Sarah said.

"I'll only be a minute. Please." Lindie asked.

Sarah stepped back and let Lindie join her. She washed Lindie's back, and washed her hair. As Sarah went to step out of the shower, Lindie stopped her.

"Do you want to remember?" Lindie asked.

"Remember what? Which part?" Sarah asked.

"After our conversation... You and me... Kenny and me. Do you want to remember any of it?" Lindie asked.

"Yes. It was good." Sarah answered as Lindie allowed her to step out of the shower.

"What about Kenny?" Lindie asked.

"What about him? Where is he, by the way?" Sarah said as she toweled her hair.

"He's still in his study. He's dressed and sitting at his desk, but I kind of put him on hold." Lindie answered. "I wasn't sure if you'd want him to remember what just happened."

"How many times did he fuck you?" Sarah asked.

"A few. He came seven times." Lindie licked her lips and smiled. "Delicious."

"I know." Sarah said. "Can you change memories?" 

"I don't know. I never tried to change things. I usually make people forget it even happened, or turn the events into a dream which will be forgotten naturally, later." Lindie explained. "What did you have in mind?"

"If he has no memory of fucking you, he's going to keep thinking of what it would be like to fuck you." Sarah answered. "As long as you're here, visiting, he's going to want to get in your pants. He's a guy. He can't help it."

"So, if I let him remember, but maybe made the experience not so great, he'd stop sniffing around my butt like a dog." Lindie mused.

"Exactly." Sarah said, drying off her legs. "Whatever you do, do it quick. The kids will be home any minute, and I don't want them to see Kenny 'on hold' whatever that is."

Lindie rifled through Sarah's closet and found a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but decided to forgo a bra and panties. She rolled up the bottom of the jeans, as Sarah was a few inches taller, and headed for the study. 

"I'll be right back." Lindie said with a wink.

Kenny was still sitting behind his desk in the study as Lindie had left him. He was awake, happy, and relaxed, but he didn't seem very aware of his surroundings. Lindie had left men -- and women -- in this state before, and she wondered how long they would stay like that before snapping out of it. She never stayed around long enough to find out, but knew it never caused any permanent side effects. 

"Okay, big boy. Let's make this quick." Lindie said as she pulled her t-shirt off.

Kenny stood up, pulled down his pants, and stroked his fat dick to erection. Before Lindie could get her second leg out of the jeans, Kenny was behind her.

"That's it, Kenny. Fuck my pussy." Lindie grunted as she bent over and arched her ass upward. She put her hands on the desk in front of her and looked at Kenny over her shoulder. He was no longer in a daze, and appeared fully aware of situation.

"Deeper, Kenny. Harder. Come on, give it to me." Lindie said for effect. "Come on, Kenny. Stop holding back and fuck me already." She found it difficult to complain as she was on the verge of coming. She just didn't want Kenny to know that.

"Forget it, just put it in my ass." Lindie said trying to conceal her vaginal spasms. As Kenny rubbed the head of his dick on her asshole, her rosebud opened and let out a sperm-coated fart. Kenny almost threw up.

"Oh come on, baby. Just making room for your dick." Lindie smiled. Kenny twisted the head of his cock and pushed it past the sphincter, but Lindie could feel his tool deflating.

"Awe... are you running out of steam, Kenny?" Lindie smiled. "Here, let me suck your cock back to size." She leaned forward and let his flaccid dick flop out of her gaping asshole. In one fluid movement, she turned around and dropped to her knees. Kenny looked as Lindie was about to put his cock in her mouth. Unlike before, his dick was covered in saliva and smears of shit from her ass. 

"No, don't." Kenny pulled back. "It's not clean."

Lindie crawled forward like a wolf. "Come on, Kenny. You know I love ass-to-mouth. Let me lick that dirty dick clean."

Kenny was beside himself. Lindie did not look pretty. She looked crazy. He took a few more steps back, but Lindie was too quick for him and before he could protest further, engulfed the full length of his tool down her throat. He came instantly.

Exactly the way Lindie had hoped it would turn out.

"I better go get cleaned up." Kenny said.

"Okay." Lindie answered as she stood up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, that was just a little... weird." Kenny answered.

"Oh, Kenny..." Lindie said as Kenny opened the door to the study. As he turned to see what she wanted, she kissed him full on the mouth, and then let him go. 

By the time Kenny reached the Master bathroom, Sarah was dressed, and he had forgotten everything they did prior to his last fuck session with Lindie. He couldn't get in the shower and wash his mouth fast enough.

"Your sister's a fucking freak." He said to Sarah through the shower.

"I know." Sarah called back. Lindie was back in Sarah's bedroom closet, looking for a bra and panties. Her face and body were perfectly clean. "I don't know what you did, but thanks, Lindie."

"Just a little illusion. It was fun. Don't mention it." Lindie said as she found a bra and panties that would fit her. "I'll need a dress for tonight. Something sexy. Got anything like that?" Lindie asked jokingly.

"Taking care of more business?" Sarah asked. "So soon?"

"I'm going to pay a little visit to your last customer." Lindie said with glowing red eyes. "Now that I know what he is." 



Anathema II Pt. 05



Randy hung up the phone seconds before there was a knock on the door. Lindie had just told him that her trip was going well, but some unexpected business my keep her there a few more days, if not another week or two. Something about a business associate of her sister's being out of town, and how she had to wait for him to return to take care of something. 

Lindie always spoke cryptically, but he could tell from her tone that she was fine. She ended the call with, "We're friends, Randy. You don't need my permission to fuck anyone. In fact, I look forward to licking where you've been when you're done. Enjoy." Several hundred miles away, and she knew.

Becca knocked again. "Room service" she called.

"Come on in." Randy called back.

Becca's smiled beamed. She bounced as she pushed the dinner cart through the door. Randy could smell her moist pussy and knew she had masturbated several times before coming to work that day.

"Miss Becca, I remembered how good breakfast was, so I decided to try dinner here, too." Randy smiled at her. He really was hungry for food, though.

"Well, Mr. Randall, I hope you're hungry. When I found out you were staying here again, I tipped the cook a little extra so you'd have enough to - eat." She raised her skirt and flashed her freshly - waxed, hairless pussy. 

"Would you care to join me for dinner? Big, juicy steak? You didn't have breakfast with me last time, but I think those were different circumstances. This time, I think you can - and should - indulge. I know you want it," Randy pulled the sheets aside exposing his swelling dick.

"I've had a taste for meat all day." Becca said as she stripped out of her hotel attire.

"I know the feeling." Randy smiled. He cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth and smiled again. "Now, that's good."

Becca frowned as she slid next to him in bed. Randy cut another piece of steak and offered it to Becca. She shook her head no. He put the second piece of steak in his mouth, but before Becca lost all hope, he grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her face into his lap. 

"And that's even better."

She kissed and licked his rigid cock with renewed vigor as Randy finished his dinner. She didn't interrupt him, and she did her best not to interfere as he enjoyed what turned out to be a very satisfying steak.

Becca didn't have to be told to move the tray off the bed. She hopped off the bed as soon as Randy was finished eating his food, and placed the tray and glasses on the small business desk. Then, she stood at the foot of the bed. Beaming, posing, and waiting.

"I'm ready for desert." Randy said as he pulled a strand of meat from his teeth. Within seconds, Becca was face - fucking Randy. Her wet pussy made Randy's mouth and nose glisten. She must have been on the verge of orgasm because when she did come, it was quick.

She didn't know the rules with Lindie had changed, and was surprised when Randy pushed the head of his cock in her mouth as he came. 

The taste was different in some way. It wasn't bad, but it was different than the dozen or so other ejaculates she allowed to fill her mouth. She swallowed and that load was soon replaced with another. She was surprised by that, too. Again, she swallowed, as Randy motioned for her to lie on her back.

As she laid on the bed, she raised her knees so her feet were on the edge of the bed. She looked between her raised knees as Randy stepped closer, his thick cock bobbing left and right as he moved.

"I know you want me to fuck you," Randy started, "but you need to understand that's all this is. Fucking. I will make you come when I fuck you. Several times, if you'd like. But don't misinterpret this as anything more than fucking between friends. Do you understand?"

He may as well have been talking gibberish, as the only thing Becca could think about was feeling Randy's large, veiny cock inside her. She nodded emphatically.

Randy took his time. He imagined Becca teased herself with her dildos before pushing them all the way inside her pussy and asshole. He pushed the head of his cock between her wet pussy lips, and then pulled out. Becca looked at him with disappointed eyes.

Randy pushed the head of his cock back in, this time a little deeper. She gasped.

He fucked her for a few seconds and then withdrew, taking a step back from the bed.

He left just enough room for her to step off the bed and kneel before him. She sucked his cock until he motioned for her to stop, and then she resumed her position on the bed.

Randy entered her again, this time easing in a little further, and fucking her a little longer. Again, he withdrew and stepped back. She dropped to the floor and licked his shaft, balls, and fingered his asshole.

After he motioned for her to get back on the bed again, he held her legs as he fucked her with half his full human length. Becca choked and gasped as he hit bottom. He filled her completely, and fucked her through three orgasms. She would normally rub her clit whenever she knew the guy was getting close. Randy showed no signs of getting close, and paused only long enough to reposition her. In every position she had every tried, with both men and women, Randy fucked her. Had it not been for the phone ringing, she wondered just how long he planned on fucking her - not that she was complaining. Her tight pussy was only beginning to feel a little sore.

"Is everything to your liking, sir?" the hotel manager asked.

"Yes, thank you." Randy said. He stood as he spoke, while Becca resumed her position on her knees.

"Um, is Becca there?" the hotel manager asked, shyly.

"Yes, we've been talking about current events and must have lost track of time. Is she needed at the moment?" Randy asked.

"Um, no, I suppose... may I speak with her?" the hotel manager stuttered.

"Her mouth is full at the moment. How about I send her down after I've finished eating?" Randy asked.

"Still eating, sir? She was supposed to bring your food two hours ago. Is she just getting there now? Your food must be cold!" The hotel manager exclaimed.

"No, the food arrived on time. I'm just a slow eater." Randy looked down as he filled Becca's mouth with come again. She looked at him with loving eyes, maintained her lip lock around his shaft, and swallowed. "And so is she."

Randy hung up the phone and pulled Becca to her feet.

"Don't look at me like that. You said you understood." Randy held her wrist tightly.

"I understand, Mr. Randy. Please don't hurt me." Becca smiled drunkenly, and licked her lips. "It's just that I've never been fucked like that before. Every woman should experience something like that at least once."

Randy relaxed his grip. "I was holding back."

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Randy. I think you're incredibly attractive. I'd fall in love with you in an instant, but..." Becca paused.

"But what?" Randy turned and held back the growing snarl.

"Well, I don't want to sound like a slut, but I just wanted to fuck, and you told me that's all this was going to be. You have an incredible body, and a huge - appetite. I prefer my boyfriends - and girlfriends - to be shaved down there, but I could always get past your hairiness if it meant a good fuck." She looked up at him as she held his cock in her hand. "And I'm on the pill, so if you want to fill me up with your come during that good fuck..."

"You'd better get dressed, Miss Becca. You need to keep this job, remember?" Randy begrudgingly removed her gentle hand from his stiffening cock.

"Okay. Will you be here tomorrow?" Becca said as she gathered up her clothes.

Randy paused for a moment, not sure what her intentions really were. "Yes."

"Good. I'll make sure I'm on shift in case you need anything." Becca winked. She put on her blouse which barely covered her ass and walked out barefoot.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Randy asked, looking at the rest of her clothes and shoes next to the desk.

With surprising speed, Becca turned around, lifted herself on the toes of one foot as the other foot lifted behind her, and kissed Randy full on the mouth. He kissed her back as she squeezed the shaft of his cock as tight as she could. Her small hand barely fit around half the circumference, but Randy appreciated the attempt. She finally let go as their lips parted, she turned, and walked directly to the elevator. He watched as the doors opened, surprised guests exited, and she stepped in. Before the doors closed, she turned around, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks. 

"Until next time." She said with a wink from between her legs as the doors closed.

Randy made his usual runs in the area, and kept a low profile. Lindie had provided him with enough cash to stay at the hotel until he wanted to move on. She called him daily, but never emailed. Their conversations were brief and to the point, but seemed intentionally emotionless.

Randy ordered room service the next two nights, and Becca brought his food promptly and courteously, followed by no less than three hours of blissful sex. Becca was very passionate about each position, but jumped when Randy's dicked popped out and accidentally pushed against her anus. 

"I'm not ready for you there, yet." Becca whispered as she guided his cock back into her pussy. "Do you like anal?" Becca whispered in his ear.

"If the woman has a desire for it, I won't refuse her." Randy said as he allowed her to kiss his face.

"Okay, I think I'd like to try it sometime. You'll be my first." Becca smiled as she felt Randy's cock spasm inside her.

Randy worked late the next two nights, and was too tired to either eat food, or Becca's pussy. He used the following day to recover, lying in bed naked most of the day. Housekeeping left him some extra towels, but seemed to spend less than a minute in the room.

He decided he was ready for dinner, ordered room service, and waited patiently as he was unusually hungry, and equally horny.

Randy was initially disappointed when the girl that walked through the door with the dining cart wasn't Becca. She was pretty, but small, and was not dressed in the hotel uniform. 

"Who are you?" Randy asked. The girl looked like she was still in high school.

"She's my little sister." Becca said as she caught the door before it closed. "She's very shy and doesn't talk much."

"What's your little sister doing here, Becca?" Randy asked.

"Same as me, Mr. Randy." Becca had already taken off her blouse and was working on removing her unnecessary bra. "To get fucked by that gorgeous cock of yours. Except for her, it'll be her first time. For me... it'll be the first time up my ass. You still want to fuck my ass, don't you, Mr. Randy?"

Randy eyed both girls cautiously. Becca definitely had a mischievous side to her. But he couldn't sense any ill intent in either girl. 

"How old are you?" Randy asked Becca's sister.

"Eighteen... and a half" Becca's sister answered, staring at the floor.

"And you've never been with a boy?" Randy sniffed.

"Just kissing, making out. A little fingering and a blow job, but I'm not very good at those yet." Becca's sister said quietly. "Becca told me that you were the best she's ever had, and that if I didn't let you have sex with me, I'd never know how good a dick in my pussy could feel."

Even though Becca had moved out of her parent's home a few years ago to live closer to school and work an hour away, she found time to visit them and her sister at least twice a week. Becca and her sister shared everything, despite their age difference. There wasn't anything Becca wouldn't do for her little sister. She taught her how to drive, how to balance a checkbook, how to meet boys, how to meet girls, how to kiss, suck cock, lick pussy, and use a dildo. 

Becca's little sister didn't want to lose her virginity to a rubber toy, thinking somewhat romantically that only a boy's rigid cock should get the honor. She just hadn't met the right boy. Her mom had told her to wait until 17 to date, and 18 to have sex, only so she was old enough for marriage if she became pregnant. 

Still, she knew that boys would want to fool around, and likely have sex with her. 

Despite her short height, she was very pretty. Her body was slightly pear - shaped, but still proportionate. Her only dissatisfaction with her body was her breasts, or lack of them. Her mother had natural 36D's, and Becca managed to maintain 34C's even though she ran almost every day. Becca's little sister could barely fill an A cup. What she lacked on top, she more than made up for on the bottom. Her legs were shapely, and smooth. Her feet were petite, with pretty toes that everyone complimented her on. Her ass was mind - boggling. While her face was very pretty, her ass turned more heads than almost any other's on a girl her age.

Most of the girls she knew from school had experimented with anal sex. At least, they said they did. Some of the girls thought she was somewhat prissy, as she had a reputation of being a virgin in most respects. She was a good girl, with good grades all throughout school, and hoped to marry a nice guy someday. But she had needs, too. She may have gotten a late start becoming sexually active, but she made up for lost time quickly. Her friends had no idea just how quickly. They told her it was nothing to be afraid of, but to take anal sex slow at first. 

Becca probably had no idea how often her little sister used her secret birthday present in her ass instead of her pussy. The rubber toy was nothing special, and was shaped like an average - sized cock. Becca's little sister made the toy part of her usual masturbation sessions. 

Her first serious boyfriend was denied her pussy, but she allowed him access to her asshole. It initially hurt more than the toy, mainly because he was in a hurry, but he got better. She even let him come in her asshole, although she soon realized it would take the rest of the day to get it out of her. Another two boyfriends later, she found the prospect of letting a boy take her from behind a turn on, and even orgasmed during anal sex a few times. One of her older boyfriends bought her a butt plug, so she could accommodate his thicker cock easier. She soon upgraded to larger versions of the device, but her pussy ached to be filled. 

When she looked at Randy's large member, it looked two or three times the size of the boys she had been with. Despite the anxiety and apprehension over the pain she knew she would initially feel, her pussy was becoming very wet. 

"Well, what do you think? Is this how you want to lose your virginity? With someone you don't even know?" Randy asked, shocked despite his swelling tool.

"I'm a little scared, but Becca said you were a good man, and you know what you're doing." Becca's sister said as she looked up at Randy. "I want it. I want a man to fuck my pussy. I want a man to make me come the way you make Becca come."

"She's not as innocent as she looks, Mr. Randy." Becca turned back to Charlotte. "You can start by sucking his dick, Charlotte." Becca said as she stepped out of her panties. It was the first time Randy had heard the girl's name.

Randy let his underwear drop around his ankles and stood like a statue before Charlotte. She had never seen such a magnificently large body, or such a large cock. She suddenly had second thoughts.

"It won't fit." Charlotte said nervously.

"It'll fit, eventually." Becca assured her. "You're gonna love it, Charlotte. Take off your clothes and turn around for him. Let him look at you."

Charlotte unbuttoned her top and draped it on the desk chair, and then stepped out of her Capri jeans. She had waxed the small thatch of pubic hair, not that there was much to begin with. Becca painted her fingernails and toe nails for her, which she paused to admire as she slipped her panties off. Her bra was the last to come off. Shyly, Charlotte let her bra slip off her arms and fall to the floor. Her nipples stiffened immediately. Her pussy was wet and slick.

She turned around, looked at Randy over her shoulder, and then turned around again.

Randy sniffed and could tell she was a virgin, but not exactly. Something was off. 

"You've been with a boy. Several, actually. But not in your pussy?" Randy asked.

"That's right. Unlike my sister, I'm no stranger to butt sex. I actually like it." Charlotte answered. She reached behind her, bent her knees slightly, and produced a five - inch long, three - inch wide tapered butt plug. 

Randy raised an eyebrow as Becca's jaw dropped.

Charlotte winked at Becca. "Would you like to borrow this?" Charlotte asked. "It'll fit, eventually." Becca giggled. Charlotte kissed the toy and set it on the hotel room desk.

"Don't worry. I'm clean, Mister Randy. Inside and out." Charlotte said, seeing just a touch of disgust on Randy's face. He breathed deeply, and then inhaled. She was very clean, and smelled like flowers. Her face seemed to brighten as she smiled, and her shyness seemed to fade.

Charlotte stepped closer to Randy. Her head barely came up to his chest. She raised herself on her toes and kissed one of his nipples, giggling at her own forwardness. 

Randy put his hands under Charlotte's arms and raised her to kiss her on the lips. Her tongue met his and she did her best to wrap her legs behind his back. She locked her hands behind his neck and kissed him harder. Randy's cock twitched as it swelled and pointed higher beneath her. He rubbed the head of his cock between her labia. Her wetness was substantial, and the tip of his cock slid in easily.

"Take it." Charlotte said as she looked into Randy's eyes. "Take my virginity, and then fuck me hard enough that I'll never forget it."

Randy eased a little more of his thick tool inside Charlotte's tight, hairless pussy, and felt some resistance. Charlotte exhaled and lowered herself quickly onto his shaft. There was another moment of resistance, followed by warm release. Another three inches, less than half Randy's cock, slid inside her.

"Are you okay?" Randy whispered as if in church. He treated the event as something holy. He had only taken the virginity of one other woman, and he saw honor in the act, more than most contemporary men.

"It hurt a little, but I'm okay, now." Charlotte answered with a smile.

Blood dripped down the shaft of Randy's cock to his balls, and onto the floor. It wasn't much, but the smell stirred Randy's senses. He walked with Charlotte on his shaft to the bed. She maintained her legs locked behind him as he bent down and rested her on the bed. She unlocked her legs and pulled her legs back to admire the site of his shaft sliding inside her. 

As Randy pushed more of his meat inside her, her belly rose as if her organs were shifting to accommodate the intruder. His thrusts were almost rhythmic, and Charlotte let out an uncontrollable moan. She didn't mean to make the sound. It certainly wasn't for Randy's benefit. But her pleasure was unmistakable. She had never orgasmed so hard in her short life. 

"Don't stop." Charlotte gasped.

"I won't." Randy assured her as he quickened his pace. He held her ankles and pulled her toward him, lifting her ass off the bed as he did so. She didn't resist, instead forcing herself to relax and allow more of his manhood inside her. 

The sight of seeing her little sister being fucked so well was almost more than Becca could handle. She quickly positioned herself over Charlotte's face, and Charlotte lapped eagerly at Becca's pussy and asshole. Becca leaned forward and sucked on Randy's nipples between Charlotte's raised legs. Randy pulled out of Charlotte's pussy for a moment and allowed Becca to lick and suck the length of this shaft before gently sliding it back inside Charlotte.

He repeated the process several more times, causing Charlotte's eyes to roll back as she orgasmed again. Her pussy spasmed around Randy's shaft, squeezing tighter than he ever remembered. His orgasm was substantial, and his semen spewed from around his shaft as he continued to fuck her. Charlotte felt as if she were having a heart attack. She had no idea sex could be so good, or that any man could fuck for so long. Her body needed a break, but her mind didn't want the fucking to stop. 




Anathema II Pt. 05



Becca moved forward slightly, forcing her asshole directly over Charlotte's mouth. Taking the hint, Charlotte licked and probed deeply with her tongue until she tasted the unmistakable flavor of lubricant. She giggled between Becca's ass cheeks.

Becca lifted a leg slightly and looked down at Charlotte. "What's so funny?"

"You're gonna need more than that to take his dick in your ass, Becca!" Charlotte giggled again.

"We'll see." Becca said as she pushed Randy back. "My turn."

Becca lay next to Charlotte and raised her legs. She grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled back, giving Randy a clear view of her glistening pussy and asshole. Randy sniffed and licked her pussy and savored the taste. He worked his kisses up Becca's body and sucked on her tits briefly before kissed her on the mouth. Charlotte guided Randy's heavy cock to Becca's pussy and nudged herself between Becca and Randy as half his length entered her sister. She kissed Randy full on the mouth and gently bit Randy's tongue before allowing him to go back to kissing Becca. Randy continued his thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper until two thirds of his long, hard cock was inside her. Becca was about to have her first orgasm when Randy suddenly stopped. He practically froze in place with most of his dick pushing into her pussy. Behind him, Charlotte had positioned herself on the floor between Randy's legs. She had been caressing his legs, back, and ass, but she went a step further and spread his ass cheeks and pushed her tongue up his ass. He couldn't remember the last time a woman ever did that to him. The feeling was foreign and intense. And, apparently pleasurable as come filled Becca's pussy. Becca came and farted at the same time, causing Randy to giggle to himself. The feeling of Becca's tight pussy coupled with Charlotte's tongue up his ass only seemed to make his cock swell more.

Charlotte hopped up from behind Randy and got back on the bed next to Becca, this time on her hands and knees. 

"Fill my ass now, please." Charlotte smiled over her shoulder. She knew his cock would be bigger than any she had ever had up her butt, but she had toys almost as big as him. On a good day, she could fuck herself with a toy and not use any lubricant other than her saliva. This was turning out to be a very good day. Just to be sure she was ready in case Randy wanted to take her anally, Charlotte squeezed most of a tube of KY jelly up her butt before she left the house. Some of it leaked out while Randy was fucking her virgin pussy, but she was sure enough remained to give him a great visual of his cock pounding her perfect ass without hurting her too badly.

Randy bent over and kissed Charlotte's ass, biting it gently, and went so far as to slide the tip of his tongue around her rosebud anus. But he didn't mount her.

"Hey? Don't you want me?" Charlotte asked. Randy could see the differences between Charlotte and Becca when they entered the room, but the attraction was stronger with Becca. He wasn't sure if it was the difference in maturity, or that he still struggled with Charlotte's young appearance. Becca was patient, and didn't complain or give off any sense of jealousy while Randy fucked her little sister.

"I've had you." Randy said as he stood up, allowing Charlotte to roll over on her back. "And you've had me." Randy's cock stood erect in Charlotte's face as if it were a scolding finger.

"You're a very dirty little girl, Charlotte. I like that about you. In fact, in another time, I think I'd like to spend several hour fucking your newly available pussy and delectable ass until you were unable to walk. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Randy asked.

Charlotte bit her lower lip and subconsciously began rubbing her clit. "Yes." Charlotte whispered.

"Good. I look forward to it. But not today." Randy positioned himself between Becca's legs.

Charlotte looked disappointed, but maintained her composure. 

"If you don't like it, you can leave." Randy slid half his shaft into Becca's pussy and Becca grunted.

"Do you expect me to just lay here, then?" Charlotte asked, very much like the high school teenager she was trying not to be.

"I expect you to put that toy back in your ass, rub your pussy until I tell you to stop, and clean my cock when I'm finished with your sister." Randy said with a European accent.

Charlotte came instantly, but continued to rub her pussy. Becca's feet pressed against Randy's chest and he fucked her more deliberately. The hair on his chest seemed thicker and coarser. His chest seemed to be wider, and his body temperature was warmer than she had ever felt. Her pussy filled with Randy's come, but he continued to fuck her pussy at a steady pace. His cock remained thick and rigid. Randy kissed Becca's feet as he continued to fill her pussy. She rubbed her feet on his face, and it felt hard and hairy, as if a five - day beard grew in five minutes.

Becca closed her eyes and pulled her legs back, barely allowing Randy's cock to slip out of her pussy. The tip dropped to her asshole and she pulled her legs back farther.

"Do it." Becca said with her eyes closed tightly. She knew it was going to hurt worse than anything she had every experienced.

Something slid into her ass, but she didn't think it was Randy's thick cock. It felt more like a finger. Then it felt like two fingers. Becca let her feet fall back on the bed, her knees still raised, and the smell of come and lubricant filling the air.

Randy slid in a third finger and began stretching Becca's asshole. 

When Becca began to push down on Randy's fingers, he withdrew them and placed the head of his tool against her sphincter. 

Becca didn't want to look. She didn't need to look. The large mushroom head pressing against her asshole was definitely not his fingers. Becca took a deep breath, exhaled, and then Randy pushed the tip of his cock inside her.

"It hurts." Becca cried out. But Randy didn't say anything. He held still, waiting for Becca's anus to stretch a little further. He waited for her muscles to relax and then inched inside her rectum further.

"Oh god! Stop! Stop, please!" Becca cried out. Randy didn't speak, but he wasn't entirely silent. There was an unmistakable smell of urine in the room, right next to Becca. When she opened her eyes, she was looking directly at Charlotte. Charlotte was white as a ghost and had the look of terror in her eyes. Even though she had pissed all over herself, she continued rubbing her pussy.

When Becca turned to look at Randy, she tried to scream, but no sound left her mouth. The large, handsome man that had made her come like no other was replaced with a large, hairy beast. 

Randy had not completely transformed, and was still somewhat recognizable. He forced himself to not transform any further for fear of ripping Becca's internal organs, but the little he did change was enough to put Charlotte into shock.

As he pushed his hairy, wolf - like cock further into Becca's asshole, he considered ripping out Charlotte's throat. He struggled with the thought when the idea of reaching into Becca's chest and crushing her heart entered his mind.

"Please don't kill us!" Becca cried out, as if reading his mind.

Randy had been in a daze. He heard Becca saying something, obviously English, but he didn't understand a word of it. As he looked down, he was confused to see Becca turned over on her elbows and knees. His sense of smell was heightened, and his now - black nostrils inhaled fear. The glass covering one of the pictures on the wall cast just enough of a reflection for him to see himself. He was a wolf. A large wolf, but just a wolf. If he had transformed into what he had been with Lindie, Becca would have bled to death within minutes. 

Bite and paw marks covered Becca's neck, shoulders, back, and ass cheeks. He tried to withdraw his cock from Becca's asshole, but pulling back made her cry out in agony. Fucking her, however, did not. He fucked her ass quickly and steadily. 

Drool dripped from his mouth as Becca reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit.

Becca shook beneath Randy's wolf - frame triggering Randy's own orgasm. 

Charlotte stopped rubbing her pussy, exhausted, and unable to comprehend what she was seeing any further. Randy's deflated dick slid out of Becca's asshole and Becca fell forward and flat on the bed. She was unconscious, but she was alive.

Randy licked Becca's wounds, and then licked her come - filled and slightly bloody asshole. She healed immediately.

Randy's wolf - form then turned to Charlotte. She couldn't move. She couldn't even blink. He hopped off the bed and onto the floor, and nudged Charlotte's feet apart. She drew up her legs on the bed, causing Randy to growl and show his large teeth. She slowly spread her feet, and then her legs as Randy moved his snout closer to her pussy. He licked as if her pussy was covered in peanut butter. Charlotte couldn't help herself as she came hard. She watched as the wolf continued to lick up and down her legs. His tail wagged happily, but she was concerned when she saw his erection forming.

Randy hopped up on his hind legs, using his front legs to push Charlotte back on the bed. He then nudged her legs up so he could lick her asshole. He turned his head and bit the handle of the butt plug she had placed back in her ass. He pulled it out and looked at it for a moment, fighting the urge to play with it like a chew toy. He returned to licking her thighs and asshole. Charlotte loved the feeling. She looked over at Becca, could see that she was breathing, and then looked back to see Randy's muzzle inches from her face. He had moved between her legs and held her shoulders down with his paws. He licked at her face like a dog happy to see his master, and then expertly slid his wolf - cock inside Charlotte's ass. His low - hanging balls slapped against her ass cheeks and he fuck her ass quickly. Charlotte looked as if she was going to go into shock again, and Randy pulled back and out. He nudged her to get on the floor, and guided her to get on her elbows and knees. Once she understood how he wanted her, she arched her back so her anus opened invitingly. Randy, in his wolf - form, was on her in seconds. He fucked Charlotte for several minutes, and she moaned with confused pleasure.

Charlotte looked as Randy's left front leg transformed into a forearm, and his cock swelled in her asshole. The confusing feeling of disgust from being fucked by a beast was replaced by lust as the man whom had fucked her virgin pussy so expertly was now completely filling her bowels.

She looked over her shoulder and Charlotte was relieved to see the handsome, large man, as she first saw him, admiring her posterior while he fucked it. 

Randy held her ass cheeks firmly as he orgasmed, filling her ass with come. He held her ass for a few seconds as if her bowels were milking his cock, and then released her. She fell forward and instantly passed out.

Randy's transformation was involuntary. He was glad that he didn't transform completely, but he was equally surprised that he was able to transform almost completely into a wolf. For a brief moment, he was worried that he wouldn't transform back to his human form. What bothered him the most were the visions and ideas that filled his head about killing Becca and her sister. He never had thoughts such as those as far as he could remember, and certainly never with girls as beautiful as the girls unconscious in his hotel room.

He had the urge to call Lindie, despite her instructions not to call under any circumstance. He reached for his phone and it instantly rang in his hand. 

"I was just about to call you." Randy said. "I might have a problem. Something weird just happened."

"Actually, we have a problem." Lindie said, as if out of breath. "Are they okay?"

"I think so, but it got weird, even by our standards." Randy sighed. "Are you done up there, yet?"

"Up here, yes. But I'm not done by a long shot." Lindie said roughly, as if she were getting dressed and walking at the same time. "It's not your fault, Randy. I'll see you s..."

Randy looked at his phone. Call failed.



Anathema II Pt. 06



The Answer Before the Question

Randy stared at the phone for a moment before quietly putting it on the nightstand. The girls lay naked on the bed, motionless except for the slightest hint of breathing. Becca's pussy was still moist, and his cock twitched at the prospect of taking her again, but Randy thought it best to let her sleep. He covered both girls with a sheet and blanket before relieving himself in the restroom. He showered and dressed without waking either of the girls. They stirred, but remained asleep as he quietly left the room.

The hotel was eerily quiet. The ice machine down the hall made the usual noises, but nobody was going up or down the elevator. Down the hall, blood splattered the walls and ceiling, but Randy couldn't see any bodies. Randy called out, expecting to startle someone – anyone – into responding. The hotel remained quiet. He walked down each flight of stairs, then down the hall to the next stairway. Some rooms had their doors propped open for housekeeping staff, but most were closed. He could hear a few televisions left on, but when he opened the doors with the maid key left dangling on a nearby cleaning cart, there was nobody inside.

He took the stairs down to the lobby. When he opened the lobby door, the smell of death filled the spacious and ornate room. 

When Randy looked behind the check-in counter, he froze as a blood-smeared, gray-skinned, hairless creature looked at him over its shoulder. It had been hunched over a torso, which must have at one time been the hotel manager. The arms and legs, mostly bone, were tossed to the side. The creature looked hard at Randy for only a few seconds, then turned and took another large bite out of the side of the unrecognizable torso. 

Randy stepped clear of the creature behind the desk and walked further back, toward the manager's office, where a second creature was feeding on an older woman. A chunk of the woman's neck was ripped, stretched, and finally torn from her throat as the creature watched Randy cautiously.

There was something familiar about these creatures. Randy had seen them before, but had no recollection of where or when. Their eyes were completely black, their noses practically missing from their faces, and their ears pointed slightly. They were gray-skinned, but held some human attributes, and they were completely hairless. Their mouths were lined with long, narrow, tightly spaced teeth. They were the demons from children's nightmares, and they were real.

The creature closest to him spat, slid its forearm across its mouth as if wiping it clean, and stood to face Randy. Randy looked to his other side to see the other creature had done the same, and was slowly walking toward him from the other direction. Both creatures were easily seven feet tall, with slender, yet muscular builds. Both creatures, Randy soon realized, were male. And both creatures, for some reason, had erections. From the blood patterns on their stomachs, it appeared that they had at some point fucked their victims, either before or after they had killed them. 

"This is the one that denied our brother," one of the creatures said to the other. The other creature looked at Randy with a tilted head while he stroked himself to a more rigid erection.

"Shall we take him and not deny ourselves?" the other creature asked.

Randy tensed, waiting until they were both within reach before allowing himself to transform. He knew they would be a challenge to fight together, and his only hope of ripping their throats out was to do it at the same time. The creature not stroking himself took another step closer, paused as if to pass gas, and then shit black bile down his legs and onto the floor. The other creature laughed and stepped closer, matching the first creature's distance to Randy.

Randy felt something warm on his lips. The stench in the air was replaced with a faint scent of lilac. The creatures stepped closer, reaching out with claw-tipped hands.

Randy blinked hard, waiting for the transformation that never came. When he opened his eyes, Lindie was pulling back from giving him a soft kiss on the lips. 

"What the?!?" Randy struggled.

Lindie put her finger to her lips. "Shhhhh. You're going to wake them up." Lindie looked at each of the girls on either side of Randy's naked body. "Very nice. I'm going to enjoy licking your come out of their pussy's later." Lindie looked closely at Charlotte. "This one's not on the pill, you know. Can you get someone pregnant?"

"I haven't, yet." Randy said quietly.

"Well, for her sake, let's hope she gets lucky." Lindie halfway smiled.

"Are you mad?" Randy asked.

"For what? Fucking two gorgeous sisters? Not at all. This one's a little young, though, don't you think?" Lindie pointed at Charlotte.

"She's eighteen, and she's the wild one, believe it or not." Randy said as he carefully sat up from between the girls – something he thought he had just done moments ago.

Lindie pulled Randy into the bathroom where they showered, kissed, and hugged. Lindie waited until they were out of the shower before stroking Randy's manhood to erection. She only allowed him to kiss her for a few minutes before she was on her knees, swallowing what would be the first of three orgasms. Her appetite satisfied for the moment, she allowed Randy to get dressed, then slipped on a pair of running shorts and a sports bra top. 

The sisters were sound asleep on the bed; having snuggled close to each other while Randy and Lindie were in the shower.

Lindie decided to take Randy for a walk down to the hotel lobby. Randy was hesitant at first. He hadn't given Lindie all the details of his dream, but she assured him, that's all that it was.

The stench that had filled the halls of the hotel was gone. A housekeeper was folding towels for one of the rooms, smiled at the two of them, and made several trips to and from her cleaning cart by the time Randy and Lindie reached the elevator.

"See?" Lindie asked.

"It was so real, though." Randy pleaded.

When the elevator reached the bottom floor, Randy prepared himself for the bloody scene. When the elevator doors opened, though, he was greeted with the smiling face of the hotel manager and the sound of quiet, soothing background music pumped through speakers hidden throughout the lobby. Moments later, an older woman – perhaps the hotel sales manager – stepped out from a back office, stopped as if realizing she had forgotten something, turned, stopped again, and then proceeded to walk to the hotel restaurant.

"Curious." Randy mused.

"Let's get some breakfast and you can tell me all about it." Lindie said, pulling him along.

"I thought you already ate." Randy pretended to smile. "That's probably a good thing, because you won't have much of an appetite when I tell you all about it."

"You do realize who you're talking to, right?" Lindie said as her eyes turned a glowing red for an instant, then a cool blue, and then settling on a hazel green.

"I don't think I can forget, unless you make me." Randy said flatly. Lindie could see he was shaken by whatever it was he had seen, and decided to let him tell the story in his own way. She could have just as easily touched his forehead and extracted everything he had seen, but Randy needed to tell her. He needed to let it out, but in his way.

For the next hour, he ate plate after plate of food brought by the restaurant staff, describing not only the dream of walking through the bloody hotel, but the vision of himself as a real-world wolf fucking the two girls upstairs. Lindie did a good job of controlling herself when Randy attempted to describe the creatures that were feasting on human remains in the lobby. 

Accidentally mentioning her brother's name was enough to spur an involuntary transformation in Lindie that almost cost Randy an eye. She learned to control herself, though, because David could be anyone's name. 

But Randy's description of these creatures brought back immediate visions of her brother. 

Her brother whom had raped and killed, and continued to rape her sister's lifeless body. Her brother who entranced a young friend of Sarah's into impaling herself on his stone-like, oversized cock until she tore apart her insides. 

Her brother, who's body she had finally shredded into scraps of bone and flesh small enough for small animals to snatch and run or fly away with. 

Her brother was gone, but Sarah hinted that there might still be more like him.

"Lindie!" Randy raised his voice slightly. Lindie blinked as if coming out of a trance. She looked around, worried that she may have accidentally impaled someone with her razor sharp wingtips. Nothing. Just one of the hotel servers pouring a refill of coffee at another table. Then she looked down. She had cut grooves into the wood and marble table with her fingers.

She quickly placed a linen napkin over the damage as a waitress poured more coffee for Randy.

"What does it mean?" Randy asked.

"I don't know. You never had visions of anything like that before. What's different? The girls?" Lindie asked.

"Do you think they're like us?" Randy asked.

"No. At least not the little one." Lindie assured him. "The older one, Becca... there is something special about her, though." 

Lindie looked at Randy closely. "Have you fallen in love with her, yet?"

"What? No. Why?" Randy asked.

"Well, she's in love with you. Even though she watched you fuck the shit out of her little sister, she's convinced you're the one for her." Lindie smiled as someone might after coming to terms with losing a bet. "The sad part is that you're telling the truth about not being in love with her."

"What makes you so sure?" Randy asked, jokingly.

Lindie looked at him very coldly, with unblinking eyes.

"Because even though we agreed it would never be like that between us...

You're in love with me." 

Lindie pulled the napkin off the table. "You'd better fall out of love with me if you want to survive."

Randy sat more upright, flooded with mixed emotions. He muttered something in German, and then rubbed his forehead as if warding off a migraine. 

"I made you smell lilacs while I kissed you. If I hadn't, you would have smelled the come of the hotel manager that I blew before coming up to your room. The reason he was smiling when we stepped out of the elevator is because he was embarrassed at the realization that his fly was left open. His fly was left open because I left it open after I sucked his dick. He has no recollection of any of it." Lindie took a sip of Randy's coffee.

"Drink it." Lindie pushed the cup back toward Randy. He just looked at her.

"How can you be in love with me after that?" Lindie asked.

"I don't know. But I can." Randy admitted.

"How can you, knowing what I am, and what I've done?" Lindie continued. "You think you know all of it, but there are things I've done that I haven't told you or anyone else. Do you want to know? Will that change your mind?" Lindie didn't wait for an answer.

"I've killed people over things they haven't even done yet. I don't know how I knew – but I knew – they were going to do some horrible things to someone else later in life, and the cycle was going to continue whether they lived or died. So, I just killed them to save the rest of us the oxygen. I've fucked dozens of men out of boredom, even after swallowing tens or hundreds of loads of come. I've let myself get raped by the most disgusting filth walking this earth, just for a few teaspoons of their semen that I could salvage from my pristine pussy and shitless asshole.

And you're in love with me?" Lindie said, tears beginning to form.

"Do you remember what happened to the last man that was in love with me?" Lindie said through gritted teeth.

Randy just looked at her, full of empathy. 

Lindie's eyes glowed red, and her skin paled. The floor cracked under her bare feet. Her teeth pushed through her lips, sending blood cascading down her neck and soaking her sports bra top.

She leaned forward, inches from Randy's face. His expression didn't change until she spoke, and then, all he could do is accept whatever happened next.

Blood sprayed from her mouth onto Randy's face.

"I fucking ripped him apart!" Lindie yelled with such loudness that silverware vibrated off tables and windows shattered around them. She had fully transformed in front of at least a dozen hotel guests and staff. She looked around at them in anger, sadness, anguish, and then yelled loud enough to crack the plaster in the walls. Her naked, winged, pale statuesque figure was as beautiful as it was terrifying.

"I need you," Lindie said quietly. "But I don't need them."

"No!" Randy said as he reached out his human hand to stop her. He half expected to lose that hand, as his own transformation was not forthcoming. She merely sliced three of his fingers with calculated precision. Cut, but not severed. Within seconds, she flew through the restaurant and lobby, but instead of slaughtering anyone that had seen her, she touched each of them on the forehead and they fell to the floor.

She quickly changed back to her human form, but her clothes had been ripped off in the transformation. Oblivious to the blood that covered what was left of his breakfast, Randy never tired of looking at her beautiful breasts and shapely legs and ass.

"They'll be awake in a few seconds. We don't have time to walk past them. Let's go to the pool. I'll jump in the water while you get me some clothes."

Randy paused for a moment, recovering from whatever Lindie had also done to him. She kissed his hand for some reason, and stepped into the sunlight, moving closer to the pool area.

"They'll be alright. It must have been an earthquake. Now, go find me some clothes or at least a bathing suit!" Lindie said as she turned and dived naked into the crystal blue water.

Randy shrugged his shoulders and and set off for stairs, stopped, and then wondered why he wasn't taking the elevator. As he reached into his pocket for the room key, he pulled out a card with a lanyard. His hand shook when he realized it wasn't the key he was looking for. He wasn't holding his room key. Instead, it was a bloodied maid key.



Anathema: The Story of Lindie







Anathema: The Story of Lindie



To Pam's disappointment, though, most of the young men remained fully clothed. Even when the four men on the couch fed their cocks to the talkative girl, they did so through the fly of their pants.

Pam was surprised to see all of the girls had shaved or waxed their pubic hair.

She thought she was being risqué when she waxed around her labia and the sides of her pubic mound, but she never thought of removing her pubic hair completely.

About three hours into the party, everyone was completely naked.

Everyone, except Pam, that is.

She had taken off her high heels, showing off her pretty feet in an effort to tease anyone with a foot fetish. She had been very uncomfortable being around so many naked people in various stages of sexual interaction, but by her fourth drink, she found herself getting used to her surroundings.

Two young black men approached her and asked if she was enjoying the view. She was startled because she had just had a political conversation with these two young men only an hour ago. She had no idea they could be so well hung. She had never seen a black man's penis before, and now she was seeing two of them.

"You're all very attractive." Pam managed to mumble.

"It's not all for looks, Pam." One of the young black men said as he lifted his long dick.

Just then, Terry walked up behind Pam and reached over her shoulder to give her another drink. His bouncing cock rubbed against her right ass cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum.

"Oh, sorry Pam. I got a little come on your beautiful dress. Why don't you take it off and I'll clean that off for you?" Terry said.

"Pretty slick, Terry. If you wanted to see me out of this dress, all you had to do was ask."

Pam looked back and forth between Terry and the two black men, and then slid her arms out of the dress, pushing it down over her hips, finally letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and walked between Terry and one of the young black men. She turned like a model on the catwalk and paused.



"Well?" Pam asked, hoping she wasn't about to be mocked or ridiculed. Her pussy instantly felt warm and wet, as the two black men looked her over.

"You look good enough to eat," Terry said excitedly. His erection was slightly raised and bounced in front of him, as he looked Pam over. "May I go down on you, Pam?"

Pam was only briefly shocked at the proposition, but given the fact that she just removed her clothing -- what did she think was going to happen? She had a moment of self-acknowledgement that she must be drunk. She was no longer sober enough to do anything about it, though. She felt young again, and the idea that a man half her age was lusting after her made her feel particularly sexy.

She looked around and found an overstuffed chair to sit on. She put her feet on the glass coffee table, spreading her legs slightly. Her toenails were perfectly painted, and she took a moment to admire her pedicure even if nobody else would.

"I'll be back, Pam," one of the two young black men said as one of the girls grabbed both of them by their long dicks and led them into another room. She was barely five feet tall and Pam wondered where she thought they were going to put those things.

Pam looked up at Terry as she seductively slid a finger along her pussy lips.

Terry leaned over Pam and gave her a long tongue kiss.

Pam's pussy was practically gushing. He reached up and squeezed one of her large tits and pinched the nipple hard. Before she could object, he sucked the nipple into his mouth as his hand went lower, down to her pussy. There, he slid three fingers inside her and practically lifted her from the chair. She pushed the table back with her feet, and Terry knelt between her legs. He licked her inner thighs, out to her feet, and then back to her pussy. Finally, he let his tongue explore her depths until she shook with her first wave of orgasm.

Before she could recover, he stood up between her legs and pulled her head to his crotch.

He was being a little rough, and Pam was beginning to be afraid, but he let go of her hair as soon as she placed his cock in her mouth.

His cock wasn't the thickest she had ever seen, nor was it the longest, but it was big enough for her to practice old tricks. She had his entire length down her throat within seconds, leaving a faint ring of lipstick around the base of his erection.   He came instantly.

Embarrassed, he pulled his dick from her mouth and said he was going to get another drink. Pam, satisfied with still being able to suck cock like the best of them, took a big gulp of her Scotch and soda, and swished it around her mouth before swallowing.

She hadn't planned on swallowing Terry's come, but he came while he was down her throat and there was nothing she could do about it.

She sat back it the overstuffed chair, putting her feet back on the glass table, and sipped more of her Scotch and soda. Terry quickly returned with another drink for Pam, followed closely by another young man. The young man was still dressed, and obviously very shy.

"Pam, this is Drew. He's in one of your classes at school," Terry said.

"Hi, Drew" Pam said seductively as she leaned forward to shake Drew's hand. "Can Terry get you a drink?"

"No, n-n-no thanks, Pam. I don't drink" Drew stuttered.

"Drew, here, has had a crush on you since you came to our school. I'm sure seeing you naked right now is almost enough to make him come in his pants," Terry kidded.

Pam looked the 19 year-old over. He was cute. A little skinny, but he had a great smile, and Pam was always a sucker for great smiles. She knew she was the subject of his fantasies while he masturbated. Being the giving person that she was -- and because she was drunk -- she decided to give Drew a treat.

Pam stood up and walked over to Drew. She took his hand and placed it around her waist as she leaned in to kiss him. Drew practically froze in place. She pulled his head down to her neck and he inhaled her perfume deeply. His hand dropped from her waist to the top of her thighs and she pushed it down further until his fingers were in the crack of her ass.

"Would you like to sit down, Drew?" Pam asked. Drew nodded and Pam removed his had from her ass and led him to a couch overlooking the large garden behind the estate. Terry half-heartedly bowed and walked toward the kitchen for yet another drink.

"Do you fantasize about me, Drew?" Pam asked sweetly. "It's okay. You can tell me. After all, I am naked in front of you, aren't I?"

"Y-y-yes, Pam. I think about you." Drew answered.

"What do you think about? Do you think about touching me?" Pam asked as she gently took his right hand and placed it on her left breast.

"Y-y-yes!" Drew answered excitedly.

"Do you think about kissing me?" Pam asked as she took his other hand and gently put it on her thigh. Drew nodded and began to squirm slightly. Pam thought she might make him come before he even took his clothes off.

"Would you like to kiss me, Drew?" Pam asked as she slid away from him and got up from the couch. She was letting Drew see her entire body, and could see him practically salivating in the reflection in the glass of the over-sized windows.

"I would like to kiss you all over, from your head to your..."

"Then do it, Drew!" Pam interrupted him. "Start at my head and end at my toes, and kiss every inch in between."

Drew seemed to momentarily go into shock. Pam snapped him out of it when she quickly straddled his lap and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him hard and swirled her tongue inside his mouth. When Drew was practically out of breath, Pam leaned back on the couch as if waiting for Drew to mount her.

Still dressed, Drew leaned over Pam and began kissing her forehead. Pam closed her eyes and allowed Drew to take his time kissing her face, ears, and neck. She let herself relax further as he kissed her arms, hands, and fingers. He worked his way back up to her breasts, kissing them softly.

As he worked his way up and down her legs, it suddenly occurred to Pam that Drew was a virgin. As he worked his way down her belly, Pam pulled her legs back and spread them wide. When he placed his mouth on her clit and pussy, he may as well have been kissing her arm. But when his tongue momentarily -- and accidentally -- slid over her anus, her heart skipped a beat. She turned onto her stomach so he could kiss her shoulders, back, and ass cheeks, and she found herself trying to spread her legs to see if he'd slide his tongue over her asshole again.

When he did, Pam shivered and quickly sat up.

"Stand up, Drew, please." Pam asked. "This would be better if your clothes were off, too."

Drew stood in front of Pam, between her legs. As he unbuttoned his shirt, Pam undid his belt. As she leaned forward to pull down his pants, Drew began to shake slightly.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you." Pam assured him.

"I-I-I just don't want to hurt you, either." Drew said softly. He slowly pushed his pants and underwear down until his fat, pre-cum covered cock sprung out inches from Pam's face.

"Oh, wow!" Pam said in disbelief. The head of Drew's cock looked rather small compared to its shaft, which seemed about as long and thick as a Coke can. Pam gasped again, as she realized he wasn't fully erect, yet.

She couldn't help but stare at Drew's thick cock bouncing in front of her face. A few seconds later, Drew stepped out of the rest of his clothes and unknowingly allowed Pam to look him over. He had a very slender build, but he wasn't unattractive. What he lacked in muscle elsewhere, he made up for between his legs.

"Would you like me to give you a blow job, Drew?" Pam asked as she looked up at him. She pushed him to the side so she could kneel in front of him.

Drew nodded without saying a word.

"Tell me, Drew. Tell me to suck your cock. I want to hear you say it." Pam said, admiring her reflection in the glass. The sight of her feminine frame next to this skinny young man with a large cock seemed to arouse her in a way she hadn't expected.   "Suck my cock, Pam. Put my dick in your mouth and suck it." Drew said with false confidence.

Pam licked at the head, tasting the pre-cum and absentmindedly swallowing.

"Mmmmm, tastes like boy," Pam said. "But I'm not convinced you really want me to blow you. Make me suck it, Drew." Pam could barely keep her balance, and realized she must have become very drunk. She began to worry what might happen to her tonight, given her lack of inhibition. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, when Drew grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed the head of his cock in her mouth.

"I said suck my cock, bitch!" Drew said loudly. He must have startled himself because he instantly felt ashamed and Pam began to feel his dick soften in her mouth.

Afraid she may have ruined the moment, she tried to salvage the situation by obeying his command enthusiastically. She quickly deep throated Drew's meat until her nose was pressed firmly against his pubic mound. His cock seemed to inflate in her throat and she began to choke. She did her best to maintain her composure as she pull her mouth off his thick dick.

"Have you ever been with a girl, Drew?" Pam asked, already knowing the answer.

"Just my second cousin, but we just kissed and touched each other." Drew answered ashamedly.

"Would you like me to be your first?" Pam asked before looking up at him and putting the head of his cock back in her mouth. She sucked hard, and then let her tongue roll around the tip. She knew sex with Drew would be quick, but she also knew that his would be the fattest cock to ever enter her pussy. Just the thought of it was bringing her to the brink of orgasm.

Without waiting for Drew to answer, she moved back onto the couch and made herself comfortable. Drew kneeled on the couch between her legs and she reached for his rigid cock. It had grown to about six inches in length, but the width of the shaft had swelled to the point of looking like two of Arthur's cocks side by side. Pam had never seen or felt anything like it.

Drew bent down and sucked on her nipples before kissing her neck and earlobes. Pam turned her face until her mouth met his and kissed him hard as she rubbed the head of his cock on her pussy lips.

Drew leaned in further, but only managed pushing in the head before the shaft of his cock began to bend. Pam was only able to get her hand around half of his shaft and turned it slightly. Drew pushed in further, this time meeting less resistance.

"Oh God, you're big!" Pam said under her breath.

Drew pushed in further until his full length was inside her. Pam shifted on the couch, turning slightly on her side and lifting her right led onto Drew's left shoulder.

"Now, take it slow at first so we can both enjoy it, okay?" Pam said between deep breaths.

Drew nodded and began to slowly pump in and out of Pam's pussy. His cock was getting harder than he ever remembered, and he could almost swear it was getting longer. Pam felt him getting longer and harder, also. He had to move farther back before each thrust, and each plunge seemed to go deeper than the last.

It may have been the slowest Pam had ever been fucked, but it didn't stop her from coming.

Within three minutes of Drew sliding into her, Pam's pussy convulsed around his cock. Drew continued a slow, rhythmic thrust as Pam's waves of orgasm rose and subsided.

Pam was certain Drew was going to come any second and waited for him to show some sign on his face that he was close.

But Drew's expression didn't change. It was a look of pain, shock, and disbelief, but he assured her it was the best feeling of his life. Pam moved into several positions on the couch, eventually ending up on his lap, straddling him. In this position, his girth was spreading her pussy wider than it had ever been spread, but she was able to control the speed.

Her pussy was beginning to get sore. The gym had paid off and her legs showed no signs of tiring and she bounced up and down on Drew's cock. Her tits bounced in his face and he held her ass cheeks tightly, occasionally spreading them as if showing her asshole to the rest of the world. She thought this would have been over in less than five minutes, but that quickly turned into fifteen, then twenty.

"Drew, are you sure you haven't done this before? You're wearing me out!" Pam said with an exhausted half-smile.

"I never imagined it would feel this good!" Drew exclaimed.

He began to breath quicker as Pam bounced on him faster. She could feel his thick cock swelling and knew this time he was ready to come.

She sat up and lifted herself off his cock, then quickly kneeled between his legs.

Pam stroked his cock with both hands, guiding the tip to her lips. She doubted she would be able to get his thick girth down her throat without hurting him with her teeth. Instead, she fit as much of his member in her mouth as she could and pumped with her hands feverishly.

"I'm going to..." Drew said as he looked past his cock into Pam's eyes.

Pam looked directly back into his as she stroked and sucked as hard as she could. She took one hand from his cock and placed it under his balls. She pushed her hand further between his ass and the seat cushion, then carefully slid a finger against his anus, rubbing firmly.

Pam's mouth filled with come almost instantly. She was surprised at how much he was ejaculating down her throat. She had planned to spit out his semen into her glass, but his come was surprisingly palatable and she swallowed effortlessly.

Unexpectedly, Drew pulled her up and onto his lap, and kissed her deeply. She couldn't help but rub her pussy along the shaft of his flaccid, wet cock. His kissing was more passionate this time, and she felt her pussy throb as if it had a mind of it's own.

"That was incredible." Drew whispered. "Did I do okay?"

"You did great, Drew. Oh my God, you did great." Pam answered and put her face into his neck. After catching her breath, she kissed him on the cheek, then stepped of off the couch to stretch.

She looked at her reflection in the window. Her hair was only slightly mussed, but her make-up still looked good. The reflection of Terry caught her eye and she turned as he presented her with another drink.

"Having fun?" Terry asked.

"Where did Drew go?" Pam asked as she turned to find the couch empty.

"He's very shy and hasn't quite perfected his social skills." Terry answered. "It looks like he's on the right track in the bedroom skills, though."

Pam felt embarrassed as she suddenly realized several of the young men and girls had been watching her and Drew the entire time. She was quickly reminded of Drew's girth as the soreness in her pussy returned.

"I think I'll take another drink, Terry. If you don't mind, that is." Pam said. Maybe another drink would dull the pain. She felt exhausted and figured it was time to go home. One more drink, a short rest on the couch, and she would leave.

"No problem, Pam." Terry said. "Scotch and soda, right?"

Pam nodded and carefully sat down on the couch. She pulled the glass table closer to the couch so she could put her feet up and stretch her legs out before her.

A woman in a traditional maid outfit suddenly appeared with a cleaning bucket full of paper towels and a spray bottle. She must have been only 10 years Pam's senior, attractive, and physically fit.

"Excuse me ma'am." The older woman said.

Pam lifted her legs so the woman could clean the floor between the couch and the table. The woman cleaned all around Pam, respectfully wished her a good night, and then quickly disappeared to some other corner of the mansion. There was something vaguely familiar about that woman, but Pam couldn't place it.

While Pam pondered the novelty of what had just happened, Terry arrived with a fresh drink. Pam accepted the drink with a wide smile as Terry sat next to her on the couch.

"You're an amazing woman, Pam." Terry started. "Why aren't you married or have a boyfriend, if you don't mind me asking?"

Pam paused for a moment, took a large sip from her drink, looked at Terry, and then paused again. Terry wasn't sure what to think, so he smiled uncomfortably.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend, Terry?" Pam asked with piercing eyes.

"I think most of the guys here would kill to be your boyfriend, Pam. You kiss and suck dick better than any girl here." Terry said. "Family gatherings might be a little awkward, though." Terry added with a smile.

Pam smiled, but the smile quickly faded.

"So is that it? You guys invite girls here and take turns with all of them? You get them drunk so they put out and then what? Do you compare notes or something?" Pam looked almost angry.

"Something like that." Terry said. "But let's not kid ourselves. The girls are here to hook up with someone that might give them a better lifestyle down the road. But the chances of that happening are slim to none. They know that."

"But they show up, anyway?" Pam asked.

"Yes. They show up, anyway." Terry answered as if both admitting guilt and triumph at the same time. "They show up to drink, dance, laugh, and have sex with wealthy, disease-free college guys. The few that end up with one of us are usually from money, already."

"Like me?" Pam asked.

"Like you." Terry answered. "You're definitely a keeper."

Pam's anger began to fade as Terry continued to caress her ego. He explained that she should have sex with as many of them as she wanted, and that anyone she preferred would be happy to be her personal boy-toy. To be fair, though, he thought she should give everyone a fair chance to please her.

Pam's judgment was too cloudy to realize Terry was asking her to willingly allow herself to be with any young man that approached her that night. The idea of a personal boy-toy seemed funny to her at first. The more she thought about it, though, the more she felt like a queen surrounded by servants in this mansion that felt like her castle.




Anathema: The Story of Lindie



"What did you put in my drink?" Pam asked, then giggled.

Terry was barely able to conceal his surprise at this question. He smiled and said the brand of Scotch had to keep changing because she and several other guests had gone through several bottles.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Pam said as she smiled and closed her eyes.

She woke up to the feeling of a tongue in her mouth and another in her pussy.

She kicked and pushed away on the couch, and then realized she was still at the party. Kissing her mouth, face, neck and breasts was one of the young blonde girls with small tits and a really dark tan. Another girl, shorter and with well-rounded hips, was busy fingering and licking Pam's pussy.

"What the hell are you girls doing?" Pam asked, her head feeling dizzy.

"They told us we had to go down on you if we wanted to get fucked tonight." The blonde said from between Pam's tits.

"Am I doing this right?" The girl between Pam's legs asked sheepishly.

"Not really." Pam said, disappointed.

"Well, I really like this guy, but he won't even touch me unless I get you off." The hippy girl said desperately. "Could you at least show me how to do this right?"

Even in her drunken state, Pam remembered what the girl in the library said about these parties being full of manipulators. She felt sorry for the girls having let themselves become manipulated into pleasuring her.

What she didn't realize was that the girls were actually manipulating Pam into eating their pussies. The skinny, tan blonde was first to sit on the couch, spreading her legs wide for Pam.

Pam moved the glass table far enough back to allow her plenty of room between the blonde's legs. The short, shapely girl knelt beside Pam, acting like an attentive student.

Pam proceeded to show the short girl how to kiss the area around the pussy before diving right in. When it came time to put her mouth on the blonde's pussy, Pam wanted to make sure she did it right. The short girl was in awe at Pam's technique and couldn't help but finger herself as Pam brought the blonde to orgasm.

The blonde had just enough time to catch her breath when Pam told the girls to switch places. The blonde wasn't nearly as attentive because secretly, she was already a very good pussy eater. Pam licked the short girls hairless pussy, anyway. The short girl orgasmed almost immediately, but the blonde girl said it happened too fast to see what Pam had been doing.

Frustrated, Pam let the short girl relax for a moment before repeating the process. The blonde, in the meantime, repositioned herself behind Pam and began kissing Pam's ass cheeks.

Pam wasn't sure if this was part of the manipulation, so she allowed to blonde to kiss and lick her back, ass, and legs while she continued to lick the short girls pussy.

The blonde pushed down on the small of Pam's back, making Pam's ass cheeks spread and angle upward. Suddenly, Pam felt the blonde's tongue in her pussy, and the blonde's nose in her asshole.

Pam shuddered, but wasn't quite to the point of orgasm. It was unexpected, but it felt good.

She angled her ass downward and the blonde's tongue slipped into Pam's asshole.

The short girl began bucking under Pam's mouth as Pam brought her closer to another orgasm.

Pam's ass cheeks began to shake as the blonde's tongue swirled deeper into her anus.

The blonde slid three fingers in Pam's pussy and began to pump them in and out as she continued to lick Pam's asshole.

The blonde moaned into Pam's asshole as a young black man came up behind her and penetrated hers.

"Oh fuck, yes!" The blonde said through gritted teeth.

Pam was shocked at the savageness of the young black man. She continued to eat the short girls pussy despite being hit in the ass several times by the blonde's face. The short girl had another, more intense orgasm and collapsed on the couch.

Pam sat on the couch next to the short girl.

"Think you got it?" Pam asked.

The short girl looked up at Pam and smiled. The girl then slid to the floor and got between Pam's legs. "I guess I better try out what I learned, right?"

Pam moved over on the couch so the short girl would not get in the way of the wildly ass-fucked skinny blonde next to her. No sooner did the short girl put her mouth on Pam's pussy than another young man appeared behind the short girl.

The second young man was white, but incredibly muscular. He bent down behind the short girl and tongued her asshole. She responded by arching her back and angling her ass higher. She licked and fingered Pam's pussy like a professional, and Pam couldn't help but find herself approaching another orgasm.

As if to make sure Pam had a clear view, the young muscular man stood up and spread his legs. His cock was average in size, but looked small compared to his large frame. He bent his knees and squatted, pushing his cock downward. He squatted lower and lower until the head of his dick disappeared into the short girls asshole. He looked up at Pam and smiled as he stood up slightly. He then squatted, entering the short girls asshole again.

"Oh fuck, finally!" The short girl mumbled into Pam's pussy.

The muscular young man's squats became lower and lower, causing more of his cock to disappear into the short girls ass with each thrust. He pushed the full length of his dick into her ass and leaned forward to hold the short girl's shoulders. Once he found his footing, the young muscle man began to pump furiously into the short girls bottom.

He looked into Pam's eyes. "Do you like that, slut?"

"Yes." Pam and the short girl answered simultaneously.

Pam reached down and pulled the short girls head toward her pussy, smashing the girls nose and mouth against her clitoris as she rode her first wave of an intense orgasm.

The short girl groaned as she felt the muscle boy unload his come deep in her bowels, triggering her own orgasm.

"Holy fuck, that was hot!" Danny said from behind the couch.

When Pam caught her breath, she quickly stood up and asked Danny to show her to the restroom. She really had to go, but it didn't stop her from glancing at Danny's long, thick cock bouncing in front of him as he walked. She momentarily looked over her shoulder and could have sworn she saw the blonde and short girl sucking the dicks that had just been in their butts.

"Gross." Pam thought to herself.

The bathroom was very elegant, and Pam thought she would really enjoy taking a bath in the huge tub.

"Maybe some other time." Pam whispered.

As Pam sat on the toilet, the skinny, tan blonde suddenly appeared. The blonde reached in the cabinet under the vanity for a small overnight bag. She pulled a toothbrush from the bag and began brushing her teeth before looking in the mirror and seeing Pam sitting on the toilet behind her.

"Holy shit! You scared the fuck out of me!" The blonde said with a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Sorry. Nature calls." Pam said sheepishly. "Are you brushing your teeth because you performed oral sex on the guy that was just in your butt?"

"Yeah," The blonde answered, still brushing. "That, and because I had my tongue up yours."

Pam was a little surprised. She always thought she kept herself clean down there, although today was the first time anyone put their mouth on her anus.

"Wasn't it clean?" Pam asked. She almost forgot where she was when several plop-plop sounds came from beneath her.

"Well, cleaner than it is now." The blonde smiled. She spit the rest of her toothpaste out, rinsed her toothbrush, and then touched up her make-up and lipstick. Pam recognized the brand as she had the entire collection at home.

When the blonde was finished, she packed up her little bag and placed it back in the cabinet under the vanity. She pulled something else out and handed it to Pam.

"An enema kit?" Pam asked.

"Hey, you never know when you might want to be really clean down there." The blonde said cautiously. "Follow it up with this and you'll be ready for anything."

"Flavor gel?" Pam asked. "What's this?"

"You rub it on a guy's dick if you don't think you'll like his taste. It also works great as a lubricant." The blonde said as if she was selling Mary Kay. "Squirt it up your ass and you kill two birds with one stone."

Pam had never heard of such a thing. In hindsight, though, she figured that's why the girls didn't mind sucking the dicks that had just been in their butts.

She wasn't ready to be poked or prodded in the ass, but she liked having her asshole licked.

She liked it a lot.

Pam waited for the skinny girl to leave before wiping and flushing.

She decided the enema would make her asshole as clean as it could be, and she might use just a touch of flavor gel as a surprise for any tongues wandered down there.

She followed the directions on the package and within 15 minutes, felt completely refreshed.

Pam took a quick shower, making sure she didn't get her hair wet. She reached under the vanity and found enough make-up to touch up her face. She decided to go a little heavier on the eye shadow and before she knew it, she went from pretty, to undeniably sexy. Maybe even slutty.

Danny was waiting for her outside the bathroom door.

"What takes you girls so long?" He asked.

"Just had to freshen up a bit." Pam smiled as she gazed at his semi-erect cock.

"It's not polite to stare, Pam." Danny kidded.

"Sorry, but your cock is very attractive. I'm not an expert on them -- even after tonight - but for some reason, I can't stop looking at it. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Pam said.

"That's okay. As long as you're looking at it because you like it." Danny smiled. "Are you glad you came?"

"To the party?" Pam giggled at the pun. "Yes, it's been very... enlightening."

"Pam, would you like to go somewhere more private?" Danny asked.

Pam found Danny very attractive. He had an excellent body. Tan. Nice hair. Great smile. Beautiful cock.

"Is there anywhere private in this house?" Pam whispered in Danny's ear. She reached down and stroked his cock lightly as his hand found the crack of her ass.

"Follow me." Danny said excitedly.

Danny led Pam down one hall after another. They climbed a flight of stairs and walked down two more halls. He opened a set of French doors, revealing an ornate bedroom that could have been decorated in the 1700's.

"Wow! Are we even supposed to be in here?" Pam asked like a little schoolgirl.

"It's reserved for our special guests and special occasions. I think this qualifies for both." Danny said expertly.

He picked up Pam like a husband carrying his bride and gently placed her on the bed.

He kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back. His cock became immediately erect and Pam wasted no time engulfing it her mouth.

Danny positioned Pam on top of him while he moved between her legs. Pam's head quickly moved up and down, taking the full length of his shaft down her throat. Danny wasn't sure where she had been hiding her newfound energy, but he wasn't about to ask her.

He pulled her ass down to his face and allowed his mouth and nose to be smothered by her pussy. He licked, nibbled, and sucked at her pussy lips and clit until she began grinding her ass into his face. Danny was sure that Pam was trying to break his nose with her pussy, but the grinding stopped as she rode out her first orgasm with him.

"I'm going to come!" Danny said to Pam from between her legs.

"Mmmmmm!" Pam hummed as she swallowed and sucked the come from his cock.

"I could suck this cock all night, Danny!" Pam said.

"Don't you want to fuck?" Danny said, almost disappointed.

"Of course, Danny. What position would you like me in, first?" Pam asked as she scooped the last of his orgasm into her mouth. "I hear there's sixty-nine of them."

Danny smiled at her and pushed her onto her back. His cock remained stiff enough to guide itself into her cunt as he mounted her in the classic missionary position. Pam smiled as his cock felt as good as it looked. He fucked her at a steady pace for close to ten minutes, bringing her to orgasm twice.

He turned her over and fucked her doggy-style for several more minutes. While not as comfortable as the missionary position, she took delight in the fact that Danny was enjoying the incredible view.

Danny spit on her asshole and rubbed his thumb around her anus. Pam enjoyed the feeling, but shrieked when he pushed his thumb into her ass.

"Ouch! Danny, no!" Pam yelled.

Danny, who was not used to hearing the word 'no', became both angry and embarrassed.

He pulled his cock from Pam's pussy and climbed off the bed.

"Wait, Danny!" Pam cried out. "I'm sorry. I just wasn't ready for that! Danny?!?"

Danny had already left the room. He walked briskly down the hall, to the stairs, and back to the main party room.

Pam sat in the bed feeling sorry for herself.

She really liked Danny. She could see herself fantasizing about him the way that Drew fantasized about her.

"What's my problem?" Pam asked herself. "It's just my asshole. All the girls are doing it." She chuckled to herself.

She lay back on the bed and raised her knees. She reached under her ass with one hand and carefully slid a finger into her asshole.

She liked the feeling.

She slid a second finger into her ass and pushed the two in a little further.

Not too bad.

She pulled her fingers out and brought them to her mouth. She was going to lick them to see if she could push them into her ass further with the help of saliva, but paused to sniff them, first. Surprisingly, they didn't smell.

She put her fingers in her mouth, not sure what she would taste. There was a faint taste of the flavor gel she had rubbed on her anus, but that was all.

Pam climbed out of bed and walked aimlessly down the halls looking for the stairway.

It took her twenty minutes, but she finally found her way down to the elegant bathroom.

She found the tube of flavor gel the skinny blonde introduced, and squirted the entire contents into her anus.

She walked out of the bathroom to the main party room, and walked directly up to Danny.

"Fuck my ass, Danny!" Pam said in front of at least a dozen people. "Fuck me in the ass right now!"

Danny had been talking to another girl who was sitting on his friend's lap -- no doubt with his cock up her ass -- when he turned to see a very excited, and somewhat crazed Pam.

He walked towards an overstuffed chair and she met him there.

"I'm sorry, Danny." Pam said. "I didn't mean to yell at you upstairs."

"It's okay, Pam. I over-reacted." Danny smiled nervously. "Can I get you a drink?"

"You can get me that cock, Danny." Pam said as she rubbed up against him. "Fuck me any way you want, okay?"

"Anyway?" Danny asked menacingly.

"Any. Way." Pam said as she dropped to her knees and coaxed his cock to erection.

Danny sat Pam in the chair and eased her legs back as he pushed his cock in her pussy.

Pam was quick to orgasm and locked her legs behind his back as she rode wave after wave.

When she unlocked her legs, he knelt between her legs and nibbled at her clit, causing her to spasm uncontrollably.

He let his tongue wander lower and lightly flicked at her asshole.

Pam absolutely enjoyed having her asshole licked and Danny didn't disappoint.

When his tongue became tired, though, he stood up and had Pam spit on his dick. He then pushed her legs back and pressed the head of his cock against her sphincter.

Pam looked Danny in the eye. "I've never done this before, Danny, but I want you to be the first."

Danny pushed the head of his cock past her anus and Pam gasped in pain.

"Relax... relax." Danny whispered. "Breath."

Pam took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, Danny pushed in a little more.

"Does it get any easier?" Pam asked.

"Yes. Easier - and - more enjoyable." Danny assured her and pushed another inch inside her.

Once he had about four inches buried in her ass, he pulled back slowly, and then eased back in. When he discovered Pam had lubed her asshole, he moved a little faster and a little deeper.

Pam grunted and groaned, but didn't complain.

Danny pulled out of her ass and stood up.

"Suck my cock for awhile." Danny said as he looked down at her.

Without hesitation, Pam dropped to her knees on the floor and took his entire length down her throat. She sucked his cock for several minutes before Danny pulled her back onto the chair.

"Let me fuck your ass some more." Danny directed.

Pam pulled her legs back and watched as Danny guided his dick back into her asshole.

He pushed further into her ass until the entire length of his cock was inside her.

Pam rubbed her pussy feverishly as Danny began to pump his entire length in and out of her ass.

Danny pulled out of her ass and stood up again.

Pam instinctively dropped to the floor on her knees and engulfed his throbbing member.

She deep throated his cock and squeezed her tits until he pulled her back onto the overstuffed chair.

Pam pulled her legs back again, and watched with incredible curiosity as Danny shoved the entire length of his cock into her ass. He held it there motionless for several seconds, and then pulled out completely. A few seconds later, he pushed the entire length back inside her, repeating the process five or six more times. When he pulled out and stepped back, Pam knew it was time to suck his cock again.

This time, he filled her mouth with come, but she didn't swallow. Not at first.

She opened her mouth to show Danny how much he had spewed in her mouth, then swallowed hard. She opened her mouth again, to show Danny that she swallowed everything, and then proceeded to suck his cock back to erection.

Danny alternated between her ass and mouth over the next twenty minutes, coming in her mouth three more times.

Finally, Danny was worn out.

"Pam, you're incredible." Danny said, exhausted.

"You need to take a break?" Pam asked. "I think it's getting easier AND enjoyable, just like you said!"

"I'm glad you like getting fucked in the ass and swallowing my come, Pam." Danny said.

"But I think it's time for me to say goodnight." He leaned over and kissed Pam on the cheek, then the forehead. He shook hands with the other remaining young men at the party, and kissed the remaining girls on the cheek. A butler appeared and handed Danny his clothes, then quickly left the room.

Pam watched as Danny dressed and waved good-bye.

Terry was quick to bring Pam another drink.

"Cheers!" Terry said happily. "You are one incredible woman, Pam."

"Oh Jesus, you saw all that?" Pam asked, embarrassed. She took the glass and thought twice about sitting down.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Pam." Terry assured her. "You looked beautiful the entire time."

"Terry, I'd ask if you were trying to get in my pants, but I'm not wearing any." Pam giggled.

"Well, I think a few of the other guys wanted to be next, if you're willing to let them pleasure you." Terry smartly answered.

"Really? They want to pleasure me?" Pam asked. "Terry, are you sure it's not the other way around?"

"Pam, you pick and choose who you want to be with." Terry said. "Remember, we'd all like to be your boyfriend."

"Do they teach you to say things like that?" Pam asked.

Terry just smiled and introduced a few more of his friends to Pam. Some were black. Some were white. One was Asian, and another could have been Samoan. Some were circumcised and some were not. All of them were well groomed and very handsome.

She stood and talked with each of them. She secretly decided the Asian was too small and the Samoan was too big. The cock on one of the white boys looked unusually crooked and thought that might be too painful for both of them. Another white boy's cock wouldn't stop dripping come on the floor. The maid repeatedly appeared to clean up the small puddle in front of him as if she was trying to avoid a lawsuit.




Anathema: The Story of Lindie



The drip reminded Pam of the condoms, so she asked the four or five remaining young men if they had any. One of the black boys did, as did two other white boys.

Pam pulled the black boy with a condom to another corner of the room and carefully sat next to him. The extra strong drink Terry had given her seemed to dull the pain of her stretched asshole.

The other young men watched from the opposite corner of the room as Pam engulfed the black boys small penis, transforming it into a long black rod. She looked bored as the black boy tried to return the favor by going down on her. Out of obligation, Pam pulled the black boy on top of her and waited patiently for him to reach orgasm. Less than ten minutes later, Pam escorted the black boy back to his friends.

The black boy was embarrassed at how pathetically he performed. He quickly said his goodbyes and left the room with his clothes under his arm. The Asian and Samoan soon followed. The party seemed to be dying down as only a few people remained.

Pam looked around and found one girl jerking off two guys at once while another guy was underneath her, licking her pussy. Another girl was bent over the couch having her ass pounded by a black boy. She looked around some more, but didn't see any other girls.

More of the young men said their goodbyes, and Pam returned to the bathroom to touch up her make-up.

Pam didn't think she had been in the bathroom for very long, but when she came out, the lights were out and the music was off.

"Hello?" Pam asked quietly. "Is anybody here?"

"Just a few of us, Pam." Terry said quietly. He was fully clothed.

"Are you leaving already?" Pam asked. "Can I catch a ride with you?"

"I've already called for a taxi for you, Pam. Your dress and shoes are in the foyer closet." Terry smiled at her. "Taxi should be here in about an hour."

Pam smiled and leaned over to kiss him, but Terry turned his head causing her to kiss his cheek. He smiled again and waved goodbye as he closed the door behind him.

Pam was beside herself. She had an hour to sit around and wait. She wondered who was left, not necessarily to fuck, but to talk to. With the lights out, and music off, the mansion seemed a little scary to Pam. She wandered into the kitchen to make herself another drink but couldn't find any bottles of alcohol. She looked in the trashcan and found several empty bottles of the cheapest Scotch. She also found an empty prescription bottle.

"Had they been drugging us all night?" Pam thought. "Or were they just drugging me?"

One of the remaining young men stepped in from the back terrace, startling Pam.

"Sorry." He said. "I didn't know anyone else was still here."

"I'm waiting on a taxi. I'm Pam." She said and held out her hand.

"Hello Pam. I'm Stephen." He said, shaking her hand.

Stephen was dressed in a bathrobe, but offered to take it off if it would make Pam feel more comfortable.

"Actually, I should probably just get dressed -- in case the taxi arrives early." Pam said.

She walked toward the foyer, but didn't see any adjoining closets. Stephen offered to help her look in several other rooms, in case she had misunderstood what Terry had said, but her dress and shoes were nowhere to be found.

"Maybe the maid took my dress." Pam said.

"She might have, but she's gone for the night. She usually takes the dry cleaning with her and brings it back the following weekend." Stephen said.

"The following weekend?" How am I supposed to get home? In a bathrobe?" Pam was becoming frantic.

"Look, I'll pay the taxi driver to be very discreet, okay?" Stephen calmed her. "In the meantime, what do you say we enjoy each other's company on the back terrace?"

Pam walked with him to the back terrace. It was a beautiful night. He took off his bathrobe and spread it on a stone bench overlooking the estate garden. A cool breeze caused Pam to sit a little closer to Stephen to stay warm. He rubbed her shoulders and her arms, and she rubbed his toned stomach and legs.

Before she realized what she was doing, she had his cock in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy and asshole. She had no idea what came over her. She hardly knew any of the men she had been with tonight and they had done more to her than any man she had ever known.

Stephen pulled his cock from her mouth and moved between her legs. He lifted her feet to his mouth and licked her toes as he buried his eight-inch cock in her pussy.

Pam felt like she was in heaven. His cock felt fantastic and he knew exactly where to place it to make her come.

He continued to fuck her through her orgasm and Pam yelled with delight.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me! Harder!" Pam shouted.

"Do you like anal, Pam?" Stephen asked.

"I'm starting to love anal. Do you want to fuck my ass, Stephen?" Pam asked with sweat beading on her forehead.

"Doesn't everyone?" Stephen answered as he pushed all eight inches into her asshole.

Pam gasped, but quickly relaxed. She guided Stephen in and out of her ass at the speed of her choosing.

"Oh yes! That's it! Fuck my ass!" Pam was feeling faint.

Stephen fucked several of the girls in the ass earlier in the evening, but Pam was definitely the most animated. She was also lucky to have caught him right out of the shower, as the other girls had to contend with sucking his dick right after it had been in someone else's ass.

"Oh fuck! I'm going to come! I'm going to come from you fucking my ass!" Pam yelled.

And she did come. Hard. She came so hard she was practically crying.

"I'm close, too." Stephen whispered.

"Come in my mouth. Come in my mouth!" Pam sounded crazed.

Stephen pulled his long cock from her ass but before he could wipe it off on the bathrobe, she was kneeling in front of him and jerking his come onto her tongue.

When it looked like the last spurt had left his cock, she swallowed and placed as much of his cock down her throat as possible. She held it there for several seconds, and then pulled it out.

Stephen pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her fully on the lips.

"That was a perfect end to a perfect evening, Pam." He kissed her again and quickly stepped inside.

She watched as he disappeared from view, and then wiped her mouth on the sleeve of the bathrobe he left behind. A brown streak smeared the bathrobe.

"Oh god, is that shit?" Pam asked herself.

There was a rustle in the bushes and Pam jumped.

Was someone actually hiding in the bushes watching her?

"Relax. I was just taking a leak." A voice said from the bushes.

One of the remaining young men -- a black boy -- stepped out from behind one of the taller bushes. He had seen her swallow Stephen's load without skipping a beat and that apparently had turned him on. His thick erection stood out in front of him nearly ten inches.

"Come here, Pam. Let's go for a walk." The young black man said.

Pam started to feel the effects of the seven or eight drinks that Terry had made for her wear off. She stood up and followed the young black man out to the patio. She wasn't really sure where she was going, but she had a feeling she was about to get fucked and that long black dick looked painful.

He stopped on the darker side of the patio, not visible to the grand room, and Pam leaned over to kiss him. He quickly turned her around and bent her over, holding her arms at the wrists.

"I didn't bring you over here to kiss you, Pam," the young black man said.

He kicked her feet apart, almost as if he were a police officer conducting a search. He pushed her further down, holding her arms up and behind her back. As drunk as she may have been earlier, she instantly sobered and became afraid.

The young black man shifted his hips slightly and she felt his long shaft enter her pussy.

She let out a little moan and he pulled her arms up higher, causing Pam intense pain.

"Shut up, bitch. Don't you get off on my dick. You better not get off, yet," he said.

But it was too late. His long, deep thrusts into her pussy felt so good, she began to shake and her pussy tightened around his shaft.

"I fuckin' warned you, Pam," he said, and then removed his long dick from her pussy and quickly pushed it into her asshole.

Pam cried out in pain, both from his long dick in her ass and from her arms being pulled up behind her. He fucked her asshole hard and fast. Her tits hung like udders. He'd occasionally let go of one arm to slap or squeeze one of them. He slapped her ass several times, leaving red handprints all over her ass cheeks.

Just when she was sure she would pass out from the pain, another young man stepped in front of her. His cock was smooth and thick, and his balls looked like they had been recently shaved. There was something very familiar about his dick, and as she looked up, she froze in terror.

"Mom, what are you doing here?" David asked, knowing full well what she was doing.



Pam couldn't speak. She was being fucked so hard that her tits were swaying all over the place and she could barely stay standing.

The black boy in her ass pounded harder and Pam could feel his dick swell inside her. Within moments, she could feel spurt after spurt of his come leaving his body, traveling through his cock, and filling her bowels. He paused momentarily as he let his balls drain.

Pam panted, somewhat relieved that it was over, and smiled as she waited for the black boy to remove his long cock from her ass. Her smile quickly faded as he began to thrust into her ass again. Pam grimaced as she felt his long tool throb and stiffen.

"No more! Please!" Pam begged.

"Don't worry. We'll talk later." David said as he stepped forward and put the head of his dick in Pam's mouth. He took another step closer, forcing more of his handsome cock in her mouth. She was not in a position to object, and reluctantly deep-throated David's cock for almost ten minutes. David watched as she easily inhaled his full length, held it in her throat for several seconds, and then allowed him to pull back out.

"Mom, you always did suck a great dick, didn't you?" David said.

She wasn't being worshiped like a queen. She was being abused. Even though both of these young men were incredibly attractive, they had no respect for her. She had become their plaything, and Pam worried that they didn't take care of their toys. She looked at David with his dick down her throat. Her eyes showed just a hint of fear, although Pam tried to remain expressionless. No matter how good his cock tasted, she was still afraid.



The young black man finally stopped for a few seconds to let Pam catch her breath, and then pulled her up with her back against his chest. His long dick was still firmly seated in her bowels as he lifted her from under her legs and began raising and lowering her on his long shaft. Pam's arms fell limp at her sides. They were completely useless and Pam felt completely helpless.



David stepped forward and pushed her legs back farther, rubbing his dick against her clit.

He guided his cock into her pussy and Pam shrieked from the sensation of both cocks being inside her at the same time. He quickly put a hand on her throat and squeezed firmly.

Pam was afraid for her life. She began to squirm, but he only tightened his grip around her throat. She thought she was about to pass out, but David relaxed his grip in time for her to come back to her senses.

Her legs flopped wildly as the two young men slid her up and down on their shafts.

Something about this position triggered an unknown pleasure for Pam, but she fought to conceal it. There was no doubt in her mind that her stepson and his friend were raping her. But at the same time, the two cocks, separated by the thin membrane between her pussy and asshole, felt incredible sliding in and out of her.

"Oh, fuck!" Pam blurted out. She was ashamed as soon as the words left her lips, but she couldn't hold back anymore.

"I told you she'd like two dick in her at the same time!" The black boy said. "Didn't I tell you?"

"Is that true, mom?" David asked. "Do you like riding two cocks at the same time?"

"I hate you, David!" Pam said hoarsely. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Fill me up with your cocks, damn it!"

David put his hand on Pam's throat, but this time he did not let go. She felt as if she was going deaf as she felt David fill her pussy with his come. Seconds later, she felt the black boy shooting another load into her bowels -- and then she blacked out.



Pam woke up several hours later. She was naked, but in her own bed. She smelled of lilacs, which was the fragrance of the body wash she frequently used.

She tried with great difficulty to get out of bed and was shocked to see bruises all over her body. Many of the bruises were between her legs.

She hobbled to the toilet and was surprised to see blood in the crotch of her underwear. She still had periods, but they occurred less frequently thanks to her doctor's prescription. She wasn't due for two more weeks. As she sat and peed, she realized the blood had been coming from her asshole, not her pussy. She stuffed several pieces of toilet paper in the crotch of her underwear and stood up. She looked in the bathroom mirror and thought she looked like she'd been run over by a truck.

Pam walked into the living room and couldn't believe what she saw. The room was full of flowers. Many of the arrangements were designed for Mother's Day. They were all fresh and beautiful. She pulled one of the notes from a bouquet.

"Thank you for sucking my cock after I fucked you in the ass. Love, Stephen."

She pulled another note. This one was very similar, but from Danny. Another from Terry, and yet another from Drew. There were at least thirty flower arrangements. She only remembered fifteen boys at the party.

"Could some of these be from the girls?" She wondered.

She looked at several more notes, and there were names she didn't recognize.

One bouquet stood out, though. The note was from David.

"Dear Pam,

You put on quite a show last night, and I though you'd want to remember it, so I video recorded every minute. I even recorded you wiping your ass. Very sexy, Pam.

My mother -- my REAL mother -- and I think you've enjoyed dad's money long enough, and now we think my mother deserves her share.

Whenever it's convenient for you, please make a donation in the account listed below and we might forget last night ever happened. But, please don't take too long thinking about this, Pam. If mother gets upset, she'll be tempted to send out a DVD of your escapades to all of your friends and relatives whenever possible. Birthdays, Christmas, Mother's Day... you name it. If you think we're bluffing, we left a copy in your machine. Just press play and enjoy.

Remember to make the donation substantial.

Thanks "mom"!

David"

Pam was furious, but also helpless. She walked to the 60" TV in the living room and found the remote for the DVD player. She pressed play and watched as she walked away from the taxi and bounced up the stairs to the front door of the mansion.

She pressed the fast forward button and watched as she went down on more guys than she remembered. David even had a camera inside the toilet. She felt sick.

She pressed the menu button on the remote and could see that David had categorized the scenes by blowjob, fuck, anal, ass-to-mouth, girl-girl, MMF, and bukake. He also numbered the scenes. There were thirty-five of them.

Pam ran upstairs to her bedroom closet and rifled through some of her late husbands old shoeboxes. There, in one of the boxes, was a picture of his ex-wife. She dropped the photo and began to laugh and cry at the same time.

"I thought I recognized that maid from somewhere." Pam said to herself. "I thought I was fucked last night, but guess I'm really fucked now. That son-of-a-bitch!"





Anathema: The Story of Lindie



Lindie had no trouble finding a boyfriend. Boys were practically drawn to her. Some would even say helplessly drawn to her. Some of the boys were the boyfriends of her girlfriends. Girls she had known since kindergarten began to keep their distance for fear of losing their next boyfriend, or the next, to Lindie. They knew it wasn't Lindie's fault. It wasn't like she pranced around like a tease to get their attention. The girls just knew it was something else. Something... different.

Before Lindie graduated from high school, her parents, both in their fifties, passed away within weeks of each other. They both died in their sleep. Her mother, a schoolteacher for twenty-five years, and her father, an expert carpenter for thirty, both died knowing they raised three lovely, smart, and special girls.

Lindie was traumatized by her loss. Her oldest sister was now remarried and getting on with her life. The middle sister was somewhere in Europe on what seemed to be a never-ending vacation. Her parents left her enough money to finish college, but not much else. She knew she'd survive, but for the moment, Lindie felt very alone.

The town being as small as it was, felt Lindie was mature enough to take care of herself after her parents died. The mayor and sheriff knew Lindie's family for years, and thought it would be less traumatic if they let her finish school without having to be pulled from her home and placed in foster care until she was eighteen. Lindie didn't make them regret their decision. On the outside, Lindie was "business as usual." On the inside, she felt more changes coming on than any of her friends would ever experience.

She began dating at the age of eighteen. Her mother had asked her to wait until she was eighteen, even though she knew Lindie's friends had been dating much earlier.

Lindie honored her mother's wish, but when she finally started dating, one would have thought she was making up for lost time. Lindie had a date almost every night of the week -- and sometimes two dates in one night.

To the dismay of the first few dozen boys that dated her, Lindie did not put out. They were lucky just to get a kiss from her -- at least at first. Kissing so many boys taught Lindie how to be an excellent kisser, and for most of the boys, that was enough. More determined young men introduced Lindie to alcohol in its various forms, and Lindie obliged them by drinking like a fish. The odd thing, though, was that Lindie never got drunk. Ever.

Lindie found the female form much more attractive than males, but figured it would be a long time before she pursued another girl. She knew she was already somewhat of an involuntary celebrity because she never had a period (although she tried to fake it once a month by buying tampons at the busiest times). Her avoidance of the sun was putting her on the path to becoming the town outcast. She didn't want to run down that path any faster by coming out as a lesbian or bi-sexual.

As strange as Lindie had become, it didn't stem the flow of boys (and even some older men) wanting to be near her, with her, and inside her. For several months, she had dozens of boys and young men masturbating within minutes of finishing their dates with her. She'd let them feel her breasts and even let them slide a finger or two into her tight pussy, but that was it. She'd grope at their groins through their pants, but if they made any attempt to take their pants off, the date was over.

That all changed with Trevor Jones.

Lindie was asked to tutor Tammy Jones, Trevor's younger sister, so she wouldn't fall behind the rest of her class. In addition to being the next generation's party girl, Tammy was also very cute. Lindie couldn't say no.

As his girlfriend feared, Trevor eventually came around to taking an interest in Lindie.

Trevor was the star high school quarterback and was being offered partial scholarships to several colleges. He was also used to getting what he wanted, and for now, he wanted Lindie.

Lindie showed up at the Jones' residence three hours earlier than her scheduled tutor time.

Trevor said that he had something he wanted to show her, and asked if she could come over early.

Lindie knew he wanted to make out with her, and most likely feel her up, which she recently began to enjoy. What she didn't know was that Trevor had finally figured out the combination to his father's tool chest where he suspected his father hid various forms of pornography.

Trevor's suspicions turned out to be true. His father, a part-time fireman and part-time town handyman, had several videotapes and magazines hidden under the top tray of his toolbox. Over the course of several days and nights, he sampled each of the tapes, and made copies of the scenes he wanted to show Lindie.

Lindie was surprised to find Trevor home alone and wondered how much trouble he would get into when his parents found out he had a girl alone in the house with him. Then again, she reminded herself, this was "Trevor Jones, star quarterback" and he could do no wrong.

Although she had gone on dates with Trevor for almost three weeks, she had never been in his bedroom until now. As expected, it was full of sports paraphernalia, dirty socks, and posters of girls almost as pretty as Lindie.

Something caught Lindie's eye, though, as she walked into his room and she froze in place. She stood there, motionless, like a wolf hearing and smelling it's next meal far off in the woods.

Trevor was too busy fumbling with the video recorder to notice the momentary loss of color in Lindie's face, hands, and arms.

But she noticed.

If someone had scanned Trevor's room with a black light, they would have seen the same semen stains that Lindie was able to see with her unaided eyes. His sheets. His underwear. His socks? Lindie could also see a faint glow on the jeans Trevor was wearing. Was he masturbating before she arrived? She could not only see the semen, but she could smell it. To Lindie, though, the smell was not foul. Instead, it smelled like cold, fresh air after a spring rain.

As Trevor was looking for the remote to the VCR, she took in another deep breath. As she did, she watched as the blue-green veins in her arms turned a deep purple and her tan skin turned porcelain white. She exhaled quickly and her color returned. "No more deep breaths," she thought to herself. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, but she knew it was probably going to be something weird.

Trevor was not only easy on the eyes, he also knew how to finger a girl to orgasm. He had brought Lindie to the brink of orgasm twice in the last three weeks, but either his arm became tired or someone interrupted them before she could experience the sensation of climax. She told Trevor that if he were able to get her off, she'd be willing to try and return the favor.

Knowing that Lindie was a virgin (as everyone in town seemed to know), he figured she might need to watch a training video to see how the "pro's" did things. As he pushed the tape into the front of the VCR, Lindie could see two sets of semen-tainted fingerprints on the face of the tape. Apparently, father and son had similar tastes in porn.

Lindie watched the tape with great interest. The semen on the video did not have the same shimmer as the semen she could see in Trevor's room. Was the porno come fake?

When she was much younger, she once watched a piano player in a fine restaurant with similar fascination. When the piano player finished his set, she asked him to explain how he knew which keys to press and when. By the time the piano player finished his next set, she left her oldest sister and her sister's first husband at the table and asked if she could try.

To the embarrassment of the piano player, Lindie played flawlessly.

She had a similar experience in art class only a year ago.

She avoided publicly playing the piano or painting for fear of drawing further attention to her unique abilities.

Forty-five minutes later, the tape was over.

"Do you want me to drink your come, Trevor?" Lindie asked as if she was waiting for Trevor to ask her for a favor. The tape showed various forms of traditional and non-traditional sexual positions and situations, including double-penetration and anal sex, but the majority of the selected scenes involved men coming in women's mouths and on their faces.

"Do you have to put it that way?" Trevor asked, taken aback by Lindie's forwardness.

She smiled as she stood up from the bed and raised her denim skirt.

"I wore this so your arm wouldn't get so tired so quickly," Lindie said with a grin. "Remember our agreement?"

Trevor nodded as he watched Lindie hook a thumb on each side of her panties and slide them down her legs. She turned, giving Trevor a clear view of her pussy and asshole as she stepped out of her panties. She let her skirt fall back down around her waist, and then hopped onto the bed.

"Do you think you could put your mouth on me the way the men put their mouths on those girls in that video?" Lindie asked. Trevor nodded. He trembled with anticipation knowing he was about to put his mouth where no other man had been before.

Lindie lifted her butt and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She slid a finger into her pussy, swirled it around, and then put her finger in her mouth, purring exactly the way the actress did moments earlier in the video.

Trevor kissed her as patiently as he could manage. He was no stranger to eating pussy, or having sex, but he was fairly certain that he hadn't been with any virgins -- except one. He didn't want to rush right in. He knew if he took his time, she'd be begging him to do this in the future.

When Trevor's tongue finally found Lindie's clit, she was beside herself. She allowed him to slide his middle and ring fingers into her pussy, and his pinky into her asshole. His mouth felt like it was on fire compared to her cold skin. He pinched her clit between his teeth and quickly flicked his tongue over it, pausing occasionally with the firm pressure of a flat tongue before flicking it again. The muscles in her legs became hard as steel and her toes curled as she felt her orgasm building.

Trevor pumped his fingers into her more rapidly as he continued to suck and nibble at her clitoris.

Lindie took several deep breaths and then let out a deafening, unearthly scream. Trevor felt the bones breaking in the three fingers in her pussy and anus as she spasmed with each wave of her orgasm. He would have heard glass breaking and car alarms going off it hadn't been for his busted eardrums.

As she calmed down, Trevor tried to read her lips, but knew she was saying how sorry she was about his fingers. She looked worried, too. Blood was coming from his eardrums and his eyes were both bloodshot. She thought she should call an ambulance, but even in his current condition, Trevor would not be denied his blowjob.

Lindie was certain Trevor was in shock. She tried to calm him down, but he kept grabbing her head with his good hand, ordering her to fulfill her end of the bargain. There was no consoling him. She kneeled at his feet as he sat on the edge of the bed.

She quickly undid the fly of his jeans, watching as the denim shredded before her eyes.

Her nails had momentarily become razor sharp and his jeans simply fell from his waist. Her claws scratched deep enough to draw blood as she pulled down his underwear, exposing his handsome, eight-inch member.

Trevor stood up and she carefully placed his cock in her hand, taking a closer look at it. It shimmered in her eyes as it was covered in pre-come. She sniffed at it, and could smell every girl or woman he had ever been with. Five of them. Four of them she knew. One of them was very familiar. Before she could place the scent, Trevor pulled her head back with his good hand.

"After all this, you better fucking swallow, Lindie." Trevor said as he hit her in the nose with his wet cock.

They were both startled by a growl, and were both startled again when they simultaneously realized the growl came from Lindie.

Lindie took a deep breath and began salivating in anticipation of sucking Trevor's cock. She released his member from her hand and opened her mouth invitingly. Trevor, now in a trance, carefully placed his dick between two razor sharp sets of teeth. She closed her lips around his shaft and gently caressed the underside of his cock with her tongue.

She reached behind him and gently squeezed his ass cheeks in her hands.

Lindie was performing this blowjob like she had been doing it all eighteen years of her life.

Trevor froze for a moment as he felt something swirling around his anus. He looked down to see Lindie still sucking his cock slowly but wonderfully. Her hands were still on his ass cheeks, now spreading them farther. Her tongue slid from under his shaft to his balls, and then penetrated his asshole.

He looked down at Lindie's pale face and she smiled, baring razor sharp upper teeth. His heart raced and he began to shake as he orgasmed uncontrollably. Lindie sucked like someone gasping for air, and swallowed as much semen as Trevor was capable of producing.

Trevor fell back on the bed, his arms and legs numb. His breathing was slow and shallow, but his heart was racing. Lindie leaned over him to see if he was all right. She tried not to breath too deeply, as she kissed his forehead lightly. She straddled his bare left leg, rubbing her wet pussy from his thigh to his knee.

"You have no idea how much I enjoyed that, Trevor," Lindie said with a pretty smile. "Did I fucking swallow to your satisfaction?"

Trevor was unable to answer. He could barely move his jaw and seemed to have lost all control of his tongue. A part of Lindie told her to stop, but like Trevor, she was incapable of listening. She continued to rub her pussy up and down Trevor's leg and he unwillingly regained his erection. He felt paralyzed, yet totally aware of his surroundings.

"Is this the second course?" Lindie asked, knowing Trevor was unable to respond. She turned around and straddled his face, giving him a clear view of her pussy and asshole.

Trevor's cock twitched and rose higher.

"You are a bad boy deep down, aren't you, Trevor?" Lindie asked. She leaned back and nestled his nose between her labia. Trevor had stopped breathing through his mouth minutes ago, and was now being suffocated by Lindie's pussy. She leaned forward to engulf his cock in her mouth and Trevor began to breath quickly again. Although he managed to stay calm while suffocating, he began to panic knowing Lindie had no smell, no temperature, and no feel. It was like she wasn't even there.

She reminded him of how real she was when her razor sharp teeth cut into his foreskin. Even under these circumstances, Lindie was surprised Trevor was able to maintain such an erection. She stopped sucking his cock for a moment and stepped off the bed. She walked back and forth, eyeing his teetering cock, her skin changing from pale white to golden tan with each step.

In a blur, she was on top of him again. This time, lowering herself onto his throbbing, bloody cock.

"Look familiar, Trevor?" Lindie asked. "Your big cock going into a tight, bloody pussy?"

She rode his cock for a few minutes, making his entire length disappear inside her. Pleased with the sensation, but afraid he might come inside her pussy; she quickly hopped off and resumed her position between his legs.

Trevor's eyes watched as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick so fast, she seemed to blur. He remained motionless as he released his seed down her throat. Lindie sucked harder and harder, determined to extract every drop of semen from his young, strong body.

When the taste of semen was replaced by the taste of blood, Lindie continued to suck until Trevor's pulse slowed to a stop.

As his bowels evacuated, Trevor realized he was seconds from death. He tried to ask forgiveness for all the terrible things he had done, but darkness fell over him before he could finish.

"That's right, Trevor. You'll never touch her again." Lindie said as she lay down on the floor, inches from his excrement.

Lindie was awoken by the screams of Tammy, and then Tammy's mother. Trevor's father called 9-1-1 and the police and paramedics were in the room within minutes. Trevor was pronounced dead en route to the hospital, and Lindie was given a post-rape examination. She remained silent for several days, until she was cleared of any wrongdoing.

The official cause of Trevor's death was listed as a heart attack, but what the coroner intentionally failed to put in the report was the substantial fluid loss and point of evacuation of the fluids. The official story was that Lindie was raped and did what she had to do to defend herself.

The mayor and sheriff thought it best that Lindie leave town as soon as possible, for her sake as well as theirs.

Lindie was permitted to graduate from high school early and quickly packed up her belongings. She agreed to leave town on the condition that she be allowed to keep her parent's house (it was paid for years ago), and return when things quieted down.

Everyone agreed, and Lindie headed for Seattle.

She heard that it rained a lot in Seattle, and that suited her. She took a few college classes to occupy her time, and eventually answered an ad for a bartending job. "No Experience Necessary -- Will Train" worked for her.

Within a week, she had memorized the recipes for over one hundred libation combinations. Within a month, the owner asked her if she wanted to be a co-owner (even though he knew her ID was fake and she was really only nineteen).

Before she knew it, the owner practically gave her the tavern so he could start another business. She thought it best for him that she pretend to be a full-fledged lesbian.

He seemed like a nice guy, and wanted to keep it that way.

The bartending job was supposed to be temporary, but a month turned into six months, and now a year. When she wasn't tending bar, she tried to spend time with her college friends. Drinking alcohol still had no effect on her. Neither did pot or coke.   Young men's come, on the other hand, made her euphoric.

Several of her friends opted for tattoos, and Lindie succumbed to the peer pressure. To her surprise, though, within a week, the tattoo was gone. At first she thought it was just one more thing that made her weird, but then she was mildly perturbed because some of those tattoos were expensive.

Lindie experimented with girls as soon as she arrived in Seattle, in hopes of being a convincing lesbian around her boss. As with everything else, she was very good at pleasuring another girl, and learned to control herself when her partner reciprocated.

But the taste of come was something she knew she could not live without.

She could easily change her look from Goth to Grunge. The Classy look, surprisingly, took a lot of effort. In that respect, she wished she could have been more like her oldest sister. She looked classy all the time.

Lindie became a very good judge of character, and intentionally sought out nice guys at bars and parties. A movie, dinner, and blowjob was her idea of a great evening, and as long as they treated her nice, she would be around for a second date. And so would they.

A year of tending bar and swallowing come like it was a recreational drug was taking its toll on Lindie. As with any recreational drug, there are limits and there are dangers.

Just two weeks prior, she attended a grunge party where, by the end of the evening, she was the only girl amongst five guys. They were drunk and high, but seemed like a nice group of college kids. She took turns kissing each one, and allowed them to take off her clothes. She asked if she could blow each of them - but nothing more - and they all agreed. They stood in a row, naked, with waiting erections bouncing in front of them. Lindie squatted before one, then the next, and then the next. Unfortunately, after the second and third blowjob, somebody wanted more. Letting down her guard, Lindie offered up her pussy and ass on the condition that they promise to pull out and come in her mouth - only.




Anathema: The Story of Lindie



Within fifteen minutes, though, she could feel the promise being broken as one of the guys filled her bowels with come. Her skin began to pale, and she fought to maintain control.

"Guys, you promised!" Lindie cried out as one of the boys filled her pussy with his jism.

"Fuck you, bit-" was as far as he got before his mouth was sliced from cheek to cheek.

She squatted slightly, holding her hand under her ass. She pushed several globs of come from her bowels into her hand as more come dribbled from her pussy.

"I warned you," Lindie said between long, sharp teeth. She had turned completely pale and the floor crumbled under her feet as if she weighed a ton. The five young men froze in terror. She walked to the first of the group and sniffed.

"Ten girls, all willing." She whispered. "You may live, but I'm keeping your eyes." And she plucked them from his face with the precision of a surgeon. He fell to his knees and prayed she didn't take more as she walked to the second.

"Eighteen girls. Five unwilling." She whispered with a hiss. His head was at his feet before he could even think about kneeling.

"Seven girls. Two boys. All willing. You were taken unwillingly by two men." She paused for a moment. "But I told you not to come in my ass." She said with a roar. In a blur of motion, followed by a quick spurt of blood, she handed the third man his half erect cock.

He collapsed, dying from blood loss minutes later.

When Lindie stood before the fourth college guy, she sniffed long and hard.

"I'm your first?" Lindie's color briefly returned. "You have a girlfriend? You did this because she doesn't put out? I think I'd like to meet her."

"Oh no you don't, you --" the lower half of the fourth young man's body fell to the floor. The upper half was suspended by Lindie's tight grip around his neck. She looked into his still-open eyes and laid his upper torso carefully on the floor.

The fifth man was still holding his face, trying to slow the flow of blood. Lindie paled to almost full white.

"Bitch?" She hissed. "I let you come in my mouth -- something I hoped would be mutually beneficial -- you renege, and I'm the bitch?" She sniffed briefly.

"Twenty-three girls. Fifteen unwilling. Five of the unwilling were unconscious." Lindie snarled and sounded exactly like a tiger. The fifth man defecated on himself immediately.

"Four boys. All unwilling."

"Gutlesssss" Lindie hissed. Before she had completed the word, the fifth man's intestines were on the floor in front of him.

Unlike in her hometown, Lindie was not about to wait for the police and paramedics to arrive. She quickly washed what little blood managed to spatter her body, then dressed and walked home.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. She wasn't sure what she was, or what her place was in life, but headache or not, she thought she knew where to find the answer.

She walked a few extra blocks and found a church. It was late, but the doors were unlocked so she decided to go inside. She sat a few pews from the front, and was quickly approached by a young priest. She watched her arms, and when they retained their golden tan, she relaxed.

"Do you need to confess?" the young priest asked.

"No offense, padre, but I think this talk is between me and the Big Guy." Lindie smiled.

The young priest patted her on the shoulder and quickly walked away. His hand felt like it had frostbite as soon as he touched her, and he did his best to hide the tears as he sought warm water.

"Well," Lindie looked up at the cross above the altar. "Why did you make me this way?"

Nothing.

Silence.

And then her cell phone rang.

She jumped out of her seat and quickly turned off the phone, embarrassed.

"I'll be back." Lindie said as she walked to the back of the church. The sun was just starting to come up when she checked her cell phone's caller ID.

"Pam?" Lindie seemed surprised that her oldest sister would be calling her this early.

"Five minutes 'til midnight" Lindie whispered to herself. "I'm closing early tonight.

I have a plane to catch... The redeye to the east coast... Pam needs me..." Lindie spoke with purpose, but also as if she was in a trance.

Her sister was scorned and humiliated. After being blackmailed into handing over nearly three million dollars to her late husband's first wife, the first wife's son carried out his threat, anyway. DVD's of Pam's drug-induced escapades were being sent to relatives all over the country. Lindie watched every scene, frame-by-frame, and memorized the faces of everyone that did Pam harm.

The door alarm chimed.

"Damn it!" Lindie said to herself. But it was only Allen, the bus boy/bartender-in-training. He was going to give her a ride to the airport, and a little going away present.

Lindie locked the door and followed him to the back office. His pants were already around his ankles as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her top. He wasn't smart enough to run the tavern (she hired another woman to do that), but he was young, strong, and could come four or five times an hour. He also had a good heart.

He could keep a promise, and could keep his mouth shut, so she paid him well -- plus fringe benefits. She had blown him almost every day for the last six months and he never said a word about it to anyone. He also asked permission before coming in her pussy or ass, which, surprisingly, she allowed him to do quite often.

Tonight, however, it was strictly blowjobs. Two, maybe three, and they would have to go.

"I have a plane to catch... The redeye to the east coast... Pam needs me..." Lindie thought to herself as another shot of come passed down her throat. She closed her eyes, stood up, and kissed Allen deeply on the lips.

"I'm gonna miss you, Lindie," Allen said.

"I won't be gone, long." She kissed him again. To him, she was his incredibly hot, somewhat slutty girlfriend. To her, he was her fountain of youth.

"One for the road?" he asked as he grabbed her luggage.

"If you can drive safely with your cock down my throat -- absolutely!" Lindie grinned.





Anathema: The Story of Lindie



Pam's shivering slowed and eventually stopped as Lindie explained how those who had wronged her would feel retribution. Their punishment would be more swift and justified than any mortal court could provide.

Lindie allowed Pam to tell her what she already knew.

On the first day after the college party, Pam had sought legal counsel and thought she could put David and his mother in prison, or at least make them pay for what they had done to her, but David had gotten to them, first.

When nobody would take her case, she liquidated as much as she could in three days, hoping she didn't take too long in making her decision.

Pam had never done anything wrong to anyone. She could not believe this was happening to her, and just wanted it all to go away.

She transferred the funds as instructed, and prayed that David would keep his word and not ruin her in the eyes of everyone that she knew.

On the fourth day, the phone calls started.

Friends, colleagues, and distant relatives received a DVD featuring Pam in some of the most intense sexual situations imaginable.

She tried to explain to everyone that she had been drugged, most likely with pentobarbital, but she wasn't convincing. In almost every scene of the DVD, she looked like she was enjoying herself and the man, men, or women she was with.

Some less-scrupulous colleagues even told her that she looked good with a cock in her ass. Others asked where they could buy more copies of the DVD, or if she was going to make it available on a website.

She spoke with the local police, but they wouldn't take her seriously -- most of them having already seen the DVD. To them, she was probably an aging porn star looking to make a comeback, making and sending out the DVD as part of some promotional campaign. They figured she was high on something while the DVD was being made, but changed her mind about the deal after she sobered up. It happens all the time, they said. They threatened to charge her with promoting indecency if she didn't vacate the premises.

Fortunately, Pam didn't liquidate everything.

She had money, but not enough to start a new life. Her former friends and colleagues treated her like an outcast, and made every effort to distance themselves from her.

She had nobody.

Pam didn't think of her little sister, Lindie, until the night before last.

She tried to think of how she could get to David, the sexual deviant that he was. She didn't think Lindie would let herself get into a precarious situation with him. Pam thought Lindie would be the only one she could count on to get close enough to hear him say something incriminating, or if necessary, to hurt him.

Pam knew of Lindie's trouble with Trevor Jones. Even if it was only self-defense, she knew Lindie was capable of seriously hurting someone. It wasn't until she had seen her grown-up little sister in the flesh, that she realized how Trevor met his demise.

Hours passed and Pam slowly regained her composure. Within days, she was optimistic. Within a week, she almost seemed hopeful that her life would return to normal. Pam had no recollection of her little sister tonguing her pussy and asshole. The events of that first day were completely removed from Pam's memory, but somewhere in the back of her mind, the image of Lindie with bat-like wings remained. Pam would feel soreness in her shoulder and breast for the rest of her life, never knowing what had caused it.

Lindie, meanwhile, decided to visit David's college.

She learned, early on, the importance of quality fake IDs, sometimes using multiple aliases in one day. She wasn't interested in furthering her academic education, but she felt there was still a lot to learn in this school. She made sure the temporary clerk in Admissions was receptive to her desires. A hypnotic stare, followed by a mind-bending deep-throated blowjob enabled Lindie to attend four classes a day, four days a week -- if she so desired.



His name was Roger, and he only worked part-time, but was a full-time junior.

He intentionally made typographical errors on her forms, knowing it would be months before anyone would be able to figure it out.

She was given another ID card, and her name appeared on class rosters, but once everything was sorted out, she would never have existed.

Roger had never experienced a blowjob until he met Lindie, and never imagined a girl would eagerly swallow his come until he met Lindie. He was a sweet boy, with a good heart, and felt guilty that he couldn't do anything for her in return, other than making sure she stayed in school. That's all she asked for, and as far as he knew, that's all he provided. Lindie, however, enjoyed sucking his cock as much as some people enjoyed a chocolate shake.

It didn't take long for Lindie to get noticed by the same young men that took an interest in Pam. Lindie, however, fit right in with the college crowd. They viewed her as one more college girl destined to be dominated.

Lindie was nineteen, and looked her age. She kept her hair in a long ponytail, and only applied very modest makeup. Her pretty face could turn the heads of the most devout boyfriends in high school, and it was no different in college.

Her body, however, was well developed as if she was in her late twenties. Her breasts were round and full, but not quite D cups. She wished they had remained more manageable B's. She knew her breasts would never really sag, so Lindie rarely wore a bra.

Her hips were full and wide, and looked as if they were designed to procreate. But she knew she would never be allowed to have children.

Her pussy hair was perpetually short but unshaven. Lindie attempted to shave her mound, as was the trend. Within a day, the hair grew back exactly as it was prior to shaving. It never grew any longer, and it was always short and soft.

No matter what color she painted her finger and toenails, the polish would be gone and the color would return to their natural skin tone by the following morning. She kept her fingernails tastefully long, and her toenails short and well groomed. Like her older sister, Lindie enjoyed having pretty feet.

To say that Lindie was no longer a virgin would imply that she had once been one. From the time she reached puberty, she had never had a period. Several doctor examinations also determined that she never had a hymen. It was almost as if she would never have a reason to bleed down there by design.

Beyond the age of fifteen, she would never have a cold, or a broken bone. She would never bruise, and cuts and scratches would heal before she could apply a bandage.

From head to toe, Lindie was both unusually attractive and arguably perfect.

By the end of the first week, Lindie had Pam laughing at almost every meal. She helped Pam set up several aliases and began selling her local real estate so she could buy elsewhere. Although she thought it would be too hot, Lindie convinced her to look at starting over in Sedona, AZ.

With a new location, Lindie recommended a new look. Pam's hair was going to get cut short, and she was going to start looking more "earthy."

Each night of the first week, Lindie would wait for Pam to fall asleep before going for a late-night stroll. Pam wasn't sure how long these strolls would last, but Lindie was always in bed in the morning. Soon, the rude phone calls stopped, as did the stares and grumblings.

Pam couldn't remember the last time she had been to church, and was surprised when Lindie recommended it. Lindie borrowed an outfit from Pam's collection, and her persona instantly changed from introspective girl to sophisticated woman. Lindie felt more comfortable sprouting wings, but she kept that to herself.

The two looked radiant as they walked down the isle the following Sunday morning. Confident that it would be extremely unlikely that any members of the congregation had seen her stepson's movie, Pam relaxed and enjoyed the service.

Lindie looked at Pam for a long time as Pam sang hymns and participated, from memory, the calls and responses of the service. Pam looked happy. She looked at peace. Lindie was thankful that she would be allowed to have that memory of her sister.

Lindie spent the first week making initial contact with each of the young men that had ravaged her sister the week before.

All except David.

For some reason, he hadn't been at school, or the usual hangouts with the rest of his friends.

Everyone else, though, was very receptive to Lindie's sexual invitations.

Her plan was to have sex with at least five of the young men each night (and sometimes during the day at school), until she had been with all of them. With the exception of David, she did everything as planned, sometimes going back for seconds with some of the better looking and more well endowed boys.

Danny fucked her in a janitor closet, then again in a science lab. Lindie felt her performance was Oscar-worthy.

Drew filled her ass with come three times before she couldn't take it anymore. She made a point of swallowing his fourth and fifth orgasm. As expected, Drew was beside himself and went home and masturbated three more times after the encounter.

Terry was as charming as ever, until he had Lindie alone in a wooded area near school. She sucked his cock several times, swallowing each time, but for some reason, Terry became violent.

He slapped her in the face several times, and pushed her half-naked body hard against a giant oak tree. Lindie fought to conceal her smile, and again played an excellent victim. He bent her over near a park bench, making her kneel on the concrete. He pressed her chest down onto the bench seat, and then pulled off his shoes and socks. He placed one foot on the bench next to her face and told her to suck his toes while he fucked her ass. She did as she was told, and secretly enjoyed the painful thrusts. Moans of pleasure where not the result Terry was looking for. He kicked her in the face with the foot she had been sucking, then stepped on the side of her head, pressing her face hard against the bench seat.

Lindie tried her best to whine and cry, and was rewarded with a fresh load of come in her bowels.

When his orgasm subsided, Terry pulled Lindie up from the park bench and looked at her face in the moonlight.

"Good," Terry looked her over. "You don't bruise too easily."

"I love being fucked like that," Lindie slurred.

"Well, what do you think about being pissed on?" Terry asked, not waiting for an answer.

A warm, yellow stream was being aimed directly in Lindie's face. She turned with an open mouth, which prompted Terry's fist to contact her head just above the temple.

Lindie acted dazed.

"Hit me again. Shit on me if you want." Lindie slurred again. "I don't mind if it means you'll fuck me again."

He hit her again, and this time she fell to the ground, waiting to see what he would do next.

When he put his fingers on her neck and felt no pulse, he punched her in the face.

"Damn it. Now I have to drag you to the car." Terry said mostly to himself.

He unceremoniously grabbed Lindie's feet and dragged her the twenty yards to his parked car, her face shredding along the concrete, gravel and dirt along the way.

The trunk of Terry's car was lined with a tarp. He easily lifted Lindie's body and placed it in the trunk. He took one last look around the area, and then drove for nearly an hour before coming to a stop near a river.

Lindie knew he had done this before, but wanted to experience it for herself. Three other beautiful girls were disposed of in this exact same way, and Terry was never caught, and never a suspect. "Best to stick with what works," he would say to himself.

Lindie's face had healed during the hour-long ride in the trunk, and she worried that Terry might notice. Luckily, he didn't. He only had a few hours until sunrise, and fishing boats were already on their way out. He tied several bricks that he kept in the trunk to her feet, and a large garbage bag around her neck. He stripped naked before carrying Lindie into the water. When she was far enough off shore, he let her float downstream.

Terry quickly swam back to shore and retrieved a BB gun from the trunk. The black garbage bag was especially hard to see, and he had to take aim several times before puncturing the float.

Lindie's body was out of view within seconds.

Lindie had been an excellent swimmer as a child, and could hold her breath for almost three minutes -- even before she started changing. She quickly removed the bag from her head and bricks from her feet as soon as she was under water. Whatever clothing remained on her battered body was quickly shed as she began to swim for the ocean. She felt herself moving through the murky water faster than she had ever swum before. She looked to the left and right and realized her wings were propelling her so fast; she could barely keep up with the obstacles in front of her.

Dead fish floated to the surface, forming a trail behind her.

When she thought she couldn't navigate the dark water any longer, she shot high into the night sky. It was quiet and peaceful several hundred feet above the water. Lindie hoped she would remain invisible so far off shore, and she did.

Her wings flapped gracefully, carrying her back to Pam's home, unseen and unheard, in a matter of minutes.

Terry, his sick desires satiated, put on a pair of swimming trunks before driving another hour up river and taking a morning swim.

One by one, Lindie allowed herself to be used, abused, and in this case, disposed of by the young men that had defiled her sister.

She did nothing to change her appearance, but she looked different to each young man. She used different names, and different accents. If they exchanged stories, they would never know they were talking about the same girl.

Except, David knew.

By the second week, Lindie took her late-night strolls earlier, returning long after sunrise.

The young men that thought she was still alive were treated to more incredible blowjobs, as well as several more turns with her pussy and asshole.

She found the girls from the party working at a nail salon. Within five minutes of walking in the establishment, the "be back in fifteen minutes" sign was on the door, and the girls were on the floor. They fought over who would get to lick Lindie's pussy first. When the skinny blonde won, the shorthaired brunette masturbated with an eight-inch dildo while she waited for her turn. The girls agreed that Lindie's pussy would look and taste much better bald, and offered a free waxing, which Lindie accepted happily.

Lindie found both of the girls attractive and allowed them to bring her to orgasm several times.

The skinny blonde was especially good at licking pussy, and Lindie struggled to keep her orgasms to a murmur. When it was Lindie's turn to return the favor, she had the blonde sit in the pedicure chair, and then had the shorthaired brunette sit on the blonde's lap.

Lindie kneeled between their legs and sniffed deeply. "These poor girls," she thought to herself.

The girls were writhing in anticipating of being eaten out by such a good-looking girl.

Lindie didn't disappoint as she went from pussy to asshole, and pussy to asshole. She alternated between using her tongue and the eight-inch dildo in each of the holes, and the girls were panting within minutes.

The shorthaired brunette came first and practically fell off the skinny blonde. She did her best to cover Lindie with kisses and light bites while Lindie continued to lick the blonde's pussy and fuck her ass with the dildo.

"Oh fuck!" the skinny blonde moaned. "You could make me write off boys for good!"

Lindie had heard of female ejaculation, but had never actually seen an example until that very moment when the skinny blonde's pussy sprayed water in her face. At least, she thought it was water.

They could have carried on all day if it hadn't been for the knock of an angry customer needing her nails done before a dinner engagement. Lindie kissed both of the girls deeply, dressed, and then walked out the door with the elegance of a runway model. Even the angry customer took a moment to admire Lindie's bouncing breasts and swaying hips as she walked past her.

The invitations came later than she expected, but Lindie didn't mind. She had all the time in the world, and they had all the time somewhere else, they just didn't know it, yet.

Danny gave Becca directions to the mansion. Drew gave Pauline the same directions, and the girls were nice enough to invite Beth, also. Lindie wondered why David had been so hard to find, but assumed she would meet up with him at the party soon enough.

Pam was beside herself when Lindie told her she was going to the same mansion where she had been unconsciously raped several times. Lindie said something in what sounded like a foreign language, and Pam immediately became calm. She helped Lindie pick out a nice skirt and top, and completed the ensemble with some of her best jewelry.

By the evening of the party, Lindie exuded sex appeal. Pam initially felt like she was throwing her little sister to the wolves, but for some reason, she knew it was probably the other way around. It didn't make any sense, but she knew Lindie would be all right. She had no justifiable reason to think it, but she just knew.

Lindie kissed her oldest sister on the cheek, and trotted down the steps to the waiting taxi.

She gave her sister a smile, and Pam smiled back, knowing Lindie would make everything better, somehow.

The taxi driver was a disgusting fellow, and mentally raped Lindie repeatedly as he drove her to the mansion. She wasn't surprised, with the way she looked, but thought he deserved some relief when it came time to pay her fare.

"Don't worry about the fare, missy, you gave me something to think about that's worth more than the twenty bucks." The cabby chuckled.

"Well, maybe I can give your filthy mind a little something more to think about," Lindie answered, "like some filthy pants?"

Before he could ask her what she meant, his bowels filled and released, causing him to defecate uncontrollably as he sat in his taxi. He floored the accelerator leaving a streak of rubber on the road as he sped away.

Lindie smiled and licked her teeth, coaxing them to appear normal again.

Lindie knew exactly what was going to happen, but she didn't know how, when, or how long it would take. Unlike any other time in her life, she was coming to a place specifically to kill people. "People" was too strong a word for them, though, and "kill" too weak for what she was about to do.

Danny opened the door for her before she even had a chance to ring the bell.

"Becca! I'm so glad you made it!" Danny said happily.

"I'm so glad you invited me, Danny." Lindie said with equally false enthusiasm.

She tried to appear as if she didn't know her way around. Pam's memory, though clouded in other areas, was accurate this time. The front door, unbeknownst to anyone else, welded shut as Lindie walked through the foyer. Lindie was the last to arrive and fashionably late. Several of the girls were already in various stages of having their mouths, pussies, and asses filled with beautiful cocks.

As Lindie was introduced to Drew, and Terry, it became apparent that everyone in the room had fucked her. Terry maintained his cool, but Lindie knew his mind was racing. He watched her die. She had no pulse. He watched her body sink to the bottom of the river.

"So how does this work, Terry?" Lindie asked. "Do you start drugging the drinks right away, or do you wait awhile?"

Danny had a surprised look on his face and turned to ask Terry what she was talking about.




Anathema



To say that Lindie was no longer a virgin would imply that she had once been one. From the time she reached puberty, she had never had a period. Several doctor examinations also determined that she never had a hymen. It was almost as if she would never have a reason to bleed down there by design.

Beyond the age of fifteen, she would never have a cold, or a broken bone. She would never bruise, and cuts and scratches would heal before she could apply a bandage.

From head to toe, Lindie was both unusually attractive and arguably perfect.

By the end of the first week, Lindie had Pam laughing at almost every meal. She helped Pam set up several aliases and began selling her local real estate so she could buy elsewhere. Although she thought it would be too hot, Lindie convinced her to look at starting over in Sedona, AZ.

With a new location, Lindie recommended a new look. Pam's hair was going to get cut short, and she was going to start looking more "earthy." 

Each night of the first week, Lindie would wait for Pam to fall asleep before going for a late-night stroll. Pam wasn't sure how long these strolls would last, but Lindie was always in bed in the morning. Soon, the rude phone calls stopped, as did the stares and grumblings.

Pam couldn't remember the last time she had been to church, and was surprised when Lindie recommended it. Lindie borrowed an outfit from Pam's collection, and her persona instantly changed from introspective girl to sophisticated woman. Lindie felt more comfortable sprouting wings, but she kept that to herself.

The two looked radiant as they walked down the isle the following Sunday morning. Confident that it would be extremely unlikely that any members of the congregation had seen her stepson's movie, Pam relaxed and enjoyed the service.

Lindie looked at Pam for a long time as Pam sang hymns and participated, from memory, the calls and responses of the service. Pam looked happy. She looked at peace. Lindie was thankful that she would be allowed to have that memory of her sister.  

Lindie spent the first week making initial contact with each of the young men that had ravaged her sister the week before. 

All except David. 

For some reason, he hadn't been at school, or the usual hangouts with the rest of his friends. 

Everyone else, though, was very receptive to Lindie's sexual invitations. 

Her plan was to have sex with at least five of the young men each night (and sometimes during the day at school), until she had been with all of them. With the exception of David, she did everything as planned, sometimes going back for seconds with some of the better looking and more well endowed boys.

Danny fucked her in a janitor closet, then again in a science lab. Lindie felt her performance was Oscar-worthy.

Drew filled her ass with come three times before she couldn't take it anymore. She made a point of swallowing his fourth and fifth orgasm. As expected, Drew was beside himself and went home and masturbated three more times after the encounter.

Terry was as charming as ever, until he had Lindie alone in a wooded area near school. She sucked his cock several times, swallowing each time, but for some reason, Terry became violent.

He slapped her in the face several times, and pushed her half-naked body hard against a giant oak tree. Lindie fought to conceal her smile, and again played an excellent victim. He bent her over near a park bench, making her kneel on the concrete. He pressed her chest down onto the bench seat, and then pulled off his shoes and socks. He placed one foot on the bench next to her face and told her to suck his toes while he fucked her ass. She did as she was told, and secretly enjoyed the painful thrusts in her ass. Moans of pleasure where not the result Terry was looking for. He kicked her in the face with the foot she had been sucking, then stepped on the side of her head, pressing her face hard against the bench seat.

Lindie tried her best to whine and cry, and was rewarded with a fresh load of come in her bowels.

When his orgasm subsided, Terry pulled Lindie up from the park bench and looked at her face in the moonlight.

"Good," Terry looked her over. "You don't bruise too easily."

"I love being fucked like that," Lindie slurred.

"Well, what do you think about being pissed on?" Terry asked, not waiting for an answer.

A warm, yellow stream was being aimed directly in Lindie's face. She turned with an open mouth, which prompted Terry's fist to contact her head just above the temple.

Lindie acted dazed.

"Hit me again. Shit on me if you want." Lindie slurred again. "I don't mind if it means you'll fuck me again."

He hit her again, and this time she fell to the ground, waiting to see what he would do next.

When he put his fingers on her neck and felt no pulse, he punched her in the face.

"Damn it. Now I have to drag you to the car." Terry said mostly to himself.

He unceremoniously grabbed Lindie's feet and dragged her the twenty yards to his parked car, her face shredding along the concrete, gravel and dirt along the way.

The trunk of Terry's car was lined with a tarp. He easily lifted Lindie's body and placed it in the trunk. He took one last look around the area, and then drove for nearly an hour before coming to a stop near a river.

Lindie knew he had done this before, but wanted to experience it for herself. Three other beautiful girls were disposed of in this exact same way, and Terry was never caught, and never a suspect. "Best to stick with what works," he would say to himself.

Lindie's face had healed during the hour-long ride in the trunk, and she worried that Terry might notice. Luckily, he didn't. He only had a few hours until sunrise, and fishing boats were already on their way out. He tied several bricks that he kept in the trunk to her feet, and a large garbage bag around her neck. He stripped naked before carrying Lindie into the water. When she was far enough off shore, he let her float downstream. 

Terry quickly swam back to shore and retrieved a BB gun from the trunk. The black garbage bag was especially hard to see, and he had to take aim several times before puncturing the float.

Lindie's body was out of view within seconds.

Lindie had been an excellent swimmer as a child, and could hold her breath for almost three minutes – even before she started changing. She quickly removed the bag from her head and bricks from her feet as soon as she was under water. Whatever clothing remained on her battered body was quickly shed as she began to swim for the ocean. She felt herself moving through the murky water faster than she had ever swum before. She looked to the left and right and realized her wings were propelling her so fast; she could barely keep up with the obstacles in front of her.

Dead fish floated to the surface, forming a trail behind her.

When she thought she couldn't navigate the dark water any longer, she shot high into the night sky. It was quiet and peaceful several hundred feet above the water. Lindie hoped she would remain invisible so far off shore, and she did.

Her wings flapped gracefully, carrying her back to Pam's home, unseen and unheard, in a matter of minutes.

Terry, his sick desires satiated, put on a pair of swimming trunks before driving another hour up river and taking a morning swim.

One by one, Lindie allowed herself to be used, abused, and in this case, disposed of by the young men that had defiled her sister. 

She did nothing to change her appearance, but she looked different to each young man. She used different names, and different accents. If they exchanged stories, they would never know they were talking about the same girl.

Except, David knew.

By the second week, Lindie took her late-night strolls earlier, returning long after sunrise.

The young men that thought she was still alive were treated to more incredible blowjobs, as well as several more turns with her pussy and asshole.

She found the girls from the party working at a nail salon. Within five minutes of walking in the establishment, the "be back in fifteen minutes" sign was on the door, and the girls were on the floor. They fought over who would get to lick Lindie's pussy first. When the skinny blonde won, the shorthaired brunette masturbated with an eight-inch dildo while she waited for her turn. The girls agreed that Lindie's pussy would look and taste much better bald, and offered a free waxing, which Lindie accepted happily.

Lindie found both of the girls attractive and allowed them to bring her to orgasm several times.

The skinny blonde was especially good at licking pussy, and Lindie struggled to keep her orgasms to a murmur. When it was Lindie's turn to return the favor, she had the blonde sit in the pedicure chair, and then had the shorthaired brunette sit on the blonde's lap.

Lindie kneeled between their legs and sniffed deeply. "These poor girls," she thought to herself.

The girls were writhing in anticipating of being eaten out by such a good-looking girl.

Lindie didn't disappoint as she went from pussy to asshole, and pussy to asshole. She alternated between using her tongue and the eight-inch dildo in each of the holes, and the girls were panting within minutes.

The shorthaired brunette came first and practically fell off the skinny blonde. She did her best to cover Lindie with kisses and light bites while Lindie continued to lick the blonde's pussy and fuck her ass with the dildo.

"Oh fuck!" the skinny blonde moaned. "You could make me write off boys for good!"

Lindie had heard of female ejaculation, but had never actually seen an example until that very moment when the skinny blonde's pussy sprayed water in her face. At least, she thought it was water. 

They could have carried on all day if it hadn't been for the knock of an angry customer needing her nails done before a dinner engagement. Lindie kissed both of the girls deeply, dressed, and then walked out the door with the elegance of a runway model. Even the angry customer took a moment to admire Lindie's bouncing breasts and swaying hips as she walked past her.

The invitations came later than she expected, but Lindie didn't mind. She had all the time in the world, and they had all the time somewhere else, they just didn't know it, yet.

Danny gave Becca directions to the mansion. Drew gave Pauline the same directions, and the girls were nice enough to invite Beth, also. Lindie wondered why David had been so hard to find, but assumed she would meet up with him at the party soon enough.

Pam was beside herself when Lindie told her she was going to the same mansion where she had been unconsciously raped several times. Lindie said something in what sounded like a foreign language, and Pam immediately became calm. She helped Lindie pick out a nice skirt and top, and completed the ensemble with some of her best jewelry.

By the evening of the party, Lindie exuded sex appeal. Pam initially felt like she was throwing her little sister to the wolves, but for some reason, she knew it was probably the other way around. It didn't make any sense, but she knew Lindie would be all right. She had no justifiable reason to think it, but she just knew.

Lindie kissed her oldest sister on the cheek, and trotted down the steps to the waiting taxi.

She gave her sister a smile, and Pam smiled back, knowing Lindie would make everything better, somehow.

The taxi driver was a disgusting fellow, and mentally raped Lindie repeatedly as he drove her to the mansion. She wasn't surprised, with the way she looked, but thought he deserved some relief when it came time to pay her fare.

"Don't worry about the fare, missy, you gave me something to think about that's worth more than the twenty bucks." The cabby chuckled.

"Well, maybe I can give your filthy mind a little something more to think about," Lindie answered, "like some filthy pants?"

Before he could ask her what she meant, his bowels filled and released, causing him to defecate uncontrollably as he sat in his taxi. He floored the accelerator leaving a streak of rubber on the road as he sped away.

Lindie smiled and licked her teeth, coaxing them to appear normal again.

Lindie knew exactly what was going to happen, but she didn't know how, when, or how long it would take. Unlike any other time in her life, she was coming to a place specifically to kill people. "People" was too strong a word for them, though, and "kill" too weak for what she was about to do.

Danny opened the door for her before she even had a chance to ring the bell.

"Becca! I'm so glad you made it!" Danny said happily.

"I'm so glad you invited me, Danny." Lindie said with equally false enthusiasm.

She tried to appear as if she didn't know her way around. Pam's memory, though clouded in other areas, was accurate this time. The front door, unbeknownst to anyone else, welded shut as Lindie walked through the foyer. Lindie was the last to arrive and fashionably late. Several of the girls were already in various stages of having their mouths, pussies, and asses filled with beautiful cocks.

As Lindie was introduced to Drew, and Terry, it became apparent that everyone in the room had fucked her. Terry maintained his cool, but Lindie knew his mind was racing. He watched her die. She had no pulse. He watched her sink to the bottom of the river.

"So how does this work, Terry?" Lindie asked. "Do you start drugging the drinks right away, or do you wait awhile?"

Danny had a surprised look on his face and turned to ask Terry what she was talking about.

The skinny blonde and shorthaired brunette were also interested in Terry's answer.

"You've been drugging us?" the shorthaired brunette asked sheepishly. "What kind of drugs?"

"I don't know what she's talking about. She's obviously a liar. We don't even know her real name." Terry retorted.

"My name isn't important, Terry." Lindie said quietly. The lights in the room dimmed for a moment, then brightened. "What do you say you get me a drink and we get this party started?"

"Fuck you! You're supposed to be dea-" Terry fell silent as his jaw collapsed under Lindie's fist.

She hadn't turned pale. Her teeth were normal. No wings.

Her hand hurt like hell.

A black boy came up behind Lindie and grabbed her by the neck.

"Okay, bitch, let's play!" He said as he threw her towards a couch.

Pam's clothes were ripped from Lindie's body as several young men formed a circle around her.

Two men grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. The black boy hit her in the face several times with his long, shiny dick before thrusting it deep in her pussy. His thrusts were initially met with resistance, but as he pushed harder, Lindie felt something tear within her.

Blooded dripped from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.

"Did you just tear up some virgin pussy, Dawg?" Another black boy asked. "You got to let me get in on that!"

Lindie was helpless as a line formed in front of her. When all twenty-two young men had their turn in her pussy, they turned her over and fucked her tiny asshole. Blood dripped from her anus as they literally ripped her apart.

Something was wrong. David wasn't there. Where was he? Pam?

She heard a woman laughing in another room, on another floor. David's mother cackled.

"Enough!" Lindie shouted. Drew cried out in pain as Lindie tightened her sphincter, causing him to withdraw a one-inch bloody stub from her asshole. She stood up and shit out the remaining seven inches of his once-beautiful cock. The skinny blonde vomited at the sight.

The walls seemed to swell as Lindie exhaled. Nobody could move, and the woman in another room, on another floor, stopped laughing.

"You all know what you did to Pam." Lindie said softly. "There are consequences for such actions."

"It wasn't our idea!" Danny panicked.

"You could have said 'no' Danny," Lindie scorned.

Lindie barely felt the tip of the knife pierce the skin on her back before it fell to the floor.

Terry screamed as Lindie turned to face him with glowing eyes.

"Terry. I had so much fun in the park. Why did you have to go and ruin it?" Lindie hissed.

Lindie's skin whitened until it almost glowed. Her teeth began to sharpen, and she could feel the itch between her shoulder blades. Her fingernails grew another two inches, and her toenails extended outward like claws.

Everyone in the room was horrified, but still, nobody could move.

"If you're gonna kill me, bitch, go ahead and kill me!" Terry cried.

"Terry, Terry, Terry. You're the only one I won't kill tonight." Lindie frowned.

This last statement was met with cries of terror from the thirty other young men and women in the room.

Terry, still unable to move, watched as everyone scrambled for doorways, unable to exit. Lindie walked up to Terry and removed his necktie. She tied it around his right forearm, just below the elbow, and tightened it until his hand turned blue.

"I need to borrow this for a moment," Lindie said as she ripped his right hand and wrist from his forearm. 

Lindie picked up the knife Terry had attempted to use on her and placed it back in his right hand. She then used the knife in Terry's hand to slice, dismember, disembowel, and otherwise eviscerate everyone else in the mansion. Everyone, that is, except David's mother. 

Blood spattered the walls, ceiling, and furniture throughout the large house as Lindie's victims fled but did not escape.

Terry immediately went into shock, but he didn't die. He fell to his knees, clutching his right forearm. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and he was still screaming hours later when the police arrived.

David's mother had been watching everything on closed-circuit television. At the first sign of trouble, she went to a side exit but the door was jammed. She went to the front door, but the door wouldn't open. She ran to the upstairs front terrace and decided it was too far to jump.

So, she waited.

Lindie found her in the special bedroom reserved for special guests.

"You are so beautiful, child!" David's mother said.

"Do you want to be saved?" Lindie asked.

"So beautiful!" David's mother continued.

"Where is David?" Lindie asked.

"Come closer, dear. You are so beautiful!" David's mother said softly.

"Do you want to be saved?!" Lindie demanded an answer.

"Come closer and I'll tell you." David's mother responded.

Lindie sat naked, next to David's mother on the bed.

"You've had sex with your son." Lindie whispered as if she was saying something that should never be said.

"Yes, he's very much like his father-" David's mother was interrupted.

"Seven hundred and thirty-nine times." Lindie finished.

"Sweetheart! It doesn't have to be like this." David's mother smiled. "I think once you gave him a chance, you'd see that you and David have a lot in common!"

"Do you want to be saved? I will not ask you again." Lindie's voice thundered.

"Good. Then ask something else." David's mother said with a grin. "You think you're so smart coming here… to do what? Tie up loose ends? Get revenge? Well I have news for you, sweetie. My David is tying up some loose ends of his own right now." She began to laugh again.

Lindie was immediately filled with rage. How could she not see this? How did David's mother anticipate this?

Lindie cried out with tears, and then with a roar. Her jaws opened and in one swift lunge, she had David's mother's face in her mouth. Flesh and bone crumbled as her lower jaw pressed on the woman's left cheek, and her upper jaw pressed on her right temple.

Lindie roared again, closing her jaws on the woman's face until one-third of the woman's skull had been removed. Grey matter poured out from where her right eye socket had once been.

Lindie spit out fragments of bone and brain, grabbed the tape from the security camera recorder, and jumped through the bedroom window, leaving the woman's brain-dead body twitching on the bed.




Anathema



Lindie instantly spread her wings and flew to Pam's house. Lindie's heart was filled with dread. It had taken her less than a minute to fly from the mansion across town to Pam's house, but she was still too late.

She came in through the master bedroom terrace. She walked downstairs to the grand room to find David videotaping himself fucking Pam in the ass. Pam was slumped over a sofa with her feet on the floor and her face in the cushions. A syringe lay broken on the floor a few feet away.

"Having sex with your mother wasn't weird enough? Now you're having sex with the dead?" Lindie asked, holding back her tears. David looked surprised, but continued sliding his thick cock in and out of Pam's body. 

"She's just taking a nap." David replied. "You've seen the first video, right?"

"Yes, I've seen your filth, David." Lindie whispered. The floor cracked under her feet as she approached him. "She's been dead for five minutes." Lindie looked at the syringe. "You used too much."

Lindie didn't care about Pam's body anymore. That wasn't Pam. Pam was waving goodbye to her from the front door. Pam was in church, singing hymns and smiling. Pam was bouncing her on her knee before Lindie could talk. 

Pam was gone.

Lindie stepped closer to David, almost as if attempting to separate him from her sister's body.

"I'm sorry. You'll have to wait your turn." David smiled, even as Lindie's wings materialized behind her. "Almost finished." He continued to thrust his long, thick cock into Pam's corpse.

"I almost didn't recognize her. You tried to make her look like a dyke, huh? Sedona?"

Lindie slashed out at him, but he easily deflected her attack and threw her to the floor. He thrust into Pam's anus several more times before finally releasing his seed into her deceased bowels.

"Ahhhh!" David sighed.

The floor vibrated under Lindie's back. How could this be?

Within seconds, David was standing next to her. She looked up and found it difficult to look past his impressive cock – even if it was still covered in her sister's blood and feces. 



In another instant, he was kneeling next to her, whispering in her ear.

"Where do you want it first? Hmmm. If I know you as well as I think I do, you want it in the mouth, right?"

She reached up and grabbed hold of his throat. Her fingernails dug into his skin, but he did not bleed.

David reached out and put his hand around Lindie's throat. She felt her windpipe constrict as he tightened his grip.

"Your work here is done, little one." David hissed. "Go back to your tavern and your boyfriend, and don't come back."

"It's not over, David!" Lindie cried out.

"Oh, it'd better be." David frowned. "Unless you'd prefer that I have little Allen castrated."

Lindie remained silent.

She couldn't fight him. Not now. She just needed to survive this.

"Now, how about that pussy of yours?" David looked over her naked body. In an instant, her arms were pinned behind her head and he was inside her.

She gasped at the size of his cock. It filled her and stretched her unlike any other. He rubbed her clit expertly as he continued to thrust hard and fast. She felt like throwing up, and thought he might stop after she defecated, but he continued, undaunted.

She lay beneath him, helpless, for nearly two hours as he pounded his large cock into her body. She tolerated him pounding her ass and filling her mouth with his shit-covered cock. But when he was inside her pussy, she found it increasingly difficult to hide her enjoyment.

She fought her desire to orgasm, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he pleasured her. But this time, he was stronger.

She shook as her pussy convulsed around his shaft. David laughed, removing his erect cock from her pussy, and then squatted over her face. Come dripped from his cock into her mouth. She gagged. 

His come tasted like bile.

"I don't get it." David said. "I thought doin' it with your sister was supposed to be a bad thing. It felt pretty fuckin' good to me!" David laughed so loud, all the windows in the house shattered.

Then he was gone.

Lindie sat up slowly. One of her wings had broken, and the pain to retract it was excruciating.

She prayed that she would heal quickly, and within the hour, the wing was mended. While she waited, she sat on the floor, looking at her sister's body.

"I was wrong to think I could do this alone. We should have worked together. I'm sorry, Pam." Lindie said.

As soon as she was able, Lindie picked up Pam's body and took flight into the night sky. Pam's official cause of death was heart attack, thanks to Lindie's persuasiveness. She made sure Pam's body had a proper burial next to her parents, and then returned to Seattle.

Lindie was sad to not see her remaining sister, Sarah, at Pam's funeral. Weeks went by with Lindie unsure how, or if, to proceed. She wasn't strong enough to handle David, alone. She wasn't sure how they could be brother and sister, either. 

Lindie was so happy to see Allen; she practically pulled his clothes off before they left the airport. He struggled to stay in his lane as she swallowed several loads of his come on the way to her apartment above the tavern. She was relieved to find she still enjoyed the taste of Allen's come, specifically.

Allen searched the newspapers, libraries, and the Internet for any sign of Sarah. They had several leads, but they weren't sure if she changed her name, or was even still alive.

They heard nothing all winter. In the spring, Lindie had all but given up on ever settling the score with David. 

Lindie considered telling Allen about her unique abilities, but when months went by without the slightest paling of her skin, she wondered if her work really was finished.

Finally, a postcard came in the mail. It was from a small town just outside of Chicago.

Lindie's thumb and forefinger paled as she looked at the picture of the 'Windy City' on the front.

"Lindie,

I know you've been looking for me. Well, here I am. I have a husband, two kids, two cars, and a mortgage. Not as glamorous as touring Europe, but still rewarding.

I'm sorry to hear about Pam, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it to any of the funerals. 

We're going camping over the next holiday weekend. 

I think that's enough for you to find me. I think we both know it would be better to meet somewhere undisclosed. I look forward to seeing you all grown up.

Love,

Sarah"

"Allen?" Lindie called early the next morning. "How would you like to go on a little road trip with me?" There was a slight pause as Allen struggled to wake up. "Chicago."

"I'd hardly call that little, Lindie." Allen wasn't amused but knew better than to complain.

"Look, I'll blow you the whole way-" Lindie continued to try to sell the idea.

"You'd blow me every day here in Seattle. You're asking a lot, Lindie!" Allen said.

"I really need to go there, and I think I'll be there for awhile. I'd like you there with me, Allen." Lindie added. "I'll do anything if you just say 'yes'!"

"Anything?" Allen asked.

"Anything!" Lindie answered, exhausted and desperate.

There was a short pause, but before Lindie could say anything else, Allen swallowed, and then chose his words carefully.

"Will you marry me?"