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Stephanie

By: Joe



Every second summer holidays, it seemed, we were sent to stay with cousins at Holsworthy army base (west of Sydney), where one of our uncles was an army officer. Normally it was more a case of enduring a couple hot, boring weeks, but the last year, when I was 18 and just out of school, the holiday got a lot more interesting. That year, my younger cousins had had a cubby house built for them, and this cubby became the focus of a hyped up battle between the "girl army" and the "boy army".

The incident that has stuck in my mind, is a time we tied up my oldest girl cousin (19 at the time), Stephanie, ostensibly to extract information about possible cubby raid plans. Stephanie had earlier gone off her nut at people pissing in the pool, so we thought it might be fun if she were to have an accident, so to speak. There was a box of dress up clothes in the cubby, so we took the longest pieces of clothing and tethered Steph's wrists together, and then secured them to a table leg with masking tape. The same was then done with her legs; Steph enjoyed the attention, so there was no real struggle. In our best mock military voices, we informed Steph that until she gave details about the planned cubby invasion, we would hold her captive - but not to worry, we had Coke for her to drink, so she didn't get parched on such a hot day. We then ignored her for an hour or so while we drew up our self-important plans, which Steph listened to intently.

"I need to pee now guys!", bleated Steph.

"Don't let us stop you!", was our general reply.

After gagging Steph with masking tape, we waited another half hour it seemed, but the good girl was still very dry. Then one of my boy cousins had a brainwave as to how we could expedite proceedings: changes in temperature! Someone ran to get an esky ice brick and an empty shampoo bottle, while the remaining three of us removed the squirming Steph's undies. We then untied one leg and manhandled her into a spread-eagled position before retying. The old shampoo bottle was filled with warm water, and we began our plan by directing a spray of warm water in the general direction of Steph's urethra. The stream occasionally strayed onto her clitoris, which amused us with its increasing engorgement. Once the bottle was empty we got the quickest guy to run and refill it, while we wedged the partially-thawed ice brick between Steph's labia. Steph bucked and squirmed, but settled down after a minute or so, when her fosh must have become numb.

When the warm water returned, we again directed a warm, steady stream between Steph's legs - the look in her eyes as we did this communicated unadulterated bliss. We kept this up for a few cycles, by which time we had also started to press down on Steph's bladder. Fairly shortly Steph started to squirm, clench her buttocks and her eyes, and flick her tongue in a desperate effort not to urinate in front of us. However, it was to no avail, as a final stream of warm water set her off and she released a great torrent of steaming piss, while we laughed and pointed. The most gratifying sight was yet to come however: when we untied Steph, she did not start to hit out as expected, but shot her hands down immediately to her clit, and worked furiously to an explosive orgasm. Most of us were gobsmacked, and desperate for our own release, which we showered over the half-tied Steph.

Stephanie



Stephanie was a girl I first met in the university four years ago. We went out together a couple of times; movies, restaurants and so on. But we never got any further though, nothing serious anyway. Somehow we had lost touch completely until I saw her by change a week ago. I ran into her on the street near my place. I was delighted to see her and invited her for a cup of coffee. She did not have time right then, but she promised me to visit me next afternoon. I went home whistling happily. I even caught myself masturbating in the evening, dreaming about her gorgeous body. Oh boy, waiting for her the next day made me very nervous. I was very anxious to see her again, but not so sure what she had in mind about me. 

The next afternoon Stephanie stood at my door. What a beautiful sight she was: a tall, slender brunette with nice long legs, round ass and quite big boobs. I let her in and we sat on my couch telling each other what we had been doing these last years. There was a certain tension in the air. She told me about some mishap in her family and how she therefore had given up her last relationship, more than a year ago. She sounded so sad about it, that I moved towards her and took her in my arms. 

"You know...we never..." I began, holding her tight in my arms.

"...made love together," she completed my sentence, adding "I sure would like it now." 

We started kissing passionately. She unbuttoned my shirt, her hand wandering on my chest. 

As I removed Stephanie's white woollen jumper, I admired the swell of her firm breasts under her t-shirt. Standing up she helped me take off my clothes. She left me only my pants. When she slipped off her trousers, it really hit me, her white-stockinged legs were long and lean. 

What a beautiful girl she was, and so sexy dressed. I could tell she had been preparing this seduction in advance. She pulled her shirt over her head and stood for a moment in her underwear: a simple black cotton bra and black panties and tan hold-ups. She did not miss the bulge in my pants due to her wonderful body. 

She reached for my hard on, letting her fingers slide on it through my pants. "Do you want me to wear my shoes?" she asked, and without waiting me to reply she went to the hall and put her high-heels on.

I followed her. She was about my height now with her shoes on. I took her in my arms and we kissed again. I felt her tongue dancing in my mouth. Her body pressed against mine I started do undo her bra. After I removed it I stepped back and touched her breasts with both hands. I pinched her nipples, now hardening, erect between my fingers. I rolled them both causing her body to shudder slightly. Then I took care of her thighs, sliding my fingers all around them. The smooth cloth, which her stockings were made of, felt good, not to mention Stephanie's smooth skin underneath.

She pulled my body closer to hers, forced a kiss on my mouth and grabbed my ass, so grinding her pussy against my now very hard cock. I pulled her knickers somewhat down and she did the same to my shorts, so having our bare sexes rubbing each other. I helped with a hand a little, feeling her neatly shaven genitals with my fingertips as I directed my cock along her Pussy, not aiming to enter her yet. No hair there at all, I can tell. Stephanie stood with her legs as tightly together as possible. 

With my stiff cock in between her legs, I too took her Ass in my hands, squeezing her firm buttocks. On my cock I felt the warmth of her cunt. She moaned a little trying to hump on my cock. I took her hand and led her in my bedroom.

On our way we took off our pants. I laid down on my bed begging her to come on top of me. 

Stephanie did not, but just stood beside me and let her fingers run all over my stiff pole. "Nice member you have here," she said, her hands sliding smoothly up and down my hard-on. 

She pulled the foreskin back and forth causing me to moan. "With my shoes on?" she then asked, obviously not meaning it very seriously, because she already climbed on the bed.

She still held my cock in her warm fist stroking it slowly. "Yes. That is the way I like it," I groaned and added, "Stockings, high-heels and a shaved cunt...and now show me yours."

Stephanie stopped to stroke my rock hard member and climbed on the bed. With her nice legs on both sides of me she let me watch her pussy from beneath. She kneeled over my head parting her swollen labia, so as to give me still a nicer view into her red love hole. 

"See how bad my pussy wants you," she sighed.

"Yes, yes, sit on my face Stephanie. I want to taste your cunt," I told her. 

At once she took the invitation and lowered her pelvis a little. I nuzzled my face onto her cunt. I brushed my lips over her slit without pressing down on it. She bucked backwards straining to get more of you closer to her. I put my lips right on top of her slit, kissed it gently, then harder. I felt her hair on my cock as she was lowering her head, her tongue rolling over the tip as she stroked the entire shaft of my cock. I paused to groan. Then I used my tongue to separate her pussy lips and run my tongue up and down between the layers of her pink pussy flesh. I felt her twat on my lips becoming more and more wet and started to lick the opening of her cunt feverishly.

Meanwhile Stephanie had taken my cock deep into her mouth and was gently sucking it. I quickly pushed my tongue in and out of her wet pussy, alternating between quick and slow thrusts. I run my tongue up the full length of her pussy lips just nipping at her clit before I run down again. It was difficult to concentrate because Stephanie was sucking and stroking my cock like crazy. Due to her skilful play with her mouth I almost reached my orgasm right then.

I stopped to lick her and slipped one finger deep inside her cunt instead. I felt her hot pussy contracting around it. She moaned, so giving my cock nice vibes in her mouth. With my finger in her I just enjoyed her sucking my cock just another while. I felt my precum start to flow into her mouth, and she paused instantly leaving me at the edge of spurting my whole cum out right there. She really knew what she was doing. She hold my cock tight in her fist, pressing it, so as not to let any more of my cum come out. 

I relaxed a bit and still fingering Stephanie's slippery cunt, I inserted another finger inside of her. 

"Oh baby, you are so wet," I told her, pulling my fingers out again and rubbing her juices on her clit.

"I want you to fuck me honey," she replied as she rotated her twat on my fingers. "Please shove that big fat cock in my little wet pussy, please", she begged and let her body fall from top of me. 

On her back she spread her legs wide open inviting me to penetrate her. I kneeled between Stephanie's legs and placed my cock just near her pussy. I rubbed her clearly swollen clit with the sticky head of my cock, just teasing her a little more. I felt her wetness as my cock glided over her labia. She thrust her hips toward me, trying to force me inside of her. As I then plunged my cock with one motion deep inside of her, a loud moan escaped her lips. I grabbed her ass in my hands and started to fuck her slowly. Her tight cunt all around my cock I thrust hard into her always pulling my cock out slowly until only the tip of it remained in her labia.

"Yes, give it to me...faster...faster!" screamed Stephanie. 

I pumped my cock in and out of her cunt, faster and faster, causing some very sexy wet sounds in addition to our heavy breathing. I took two pillows and put them under her bottom, in order to penetrate her in somewhat different angle and hit her special spot. She raised her legs higher and locked them around me grinding her hips against mine. I slammed into her soaking pussy with my cock, my balls hitting her buttocks with every stroke. Her pussy was milking me violently. I took one of my hands away from her ass and touched her clit with my thumb. Between my thrusts I rubbed her button in circles. She was going to cum soon, I could tell. Me too!

"I want you from behind," I managed to cry out just before we were over the point of no return.

We changed positions. She got on her hands and knees on the mattress. I kneeled behind her slowly thrusting my cock back inside her waiting, warm and wet pussy. As I began to fuck her again I smacked her ass with my hand enforcing her to scream. She began to finger herself madly in between my hard thrusts deep in her cunt. With my cock I felt her hand on her twat.

"Yes hit my ass...harder!" Stephanie panted. 

I was madly smacking her buttocks now, as I was pumping in and out of her cunt. She sure knew how to work that little cunt around my cock. I could feel her hot juices splashing against my hardness. I thrust faster and faster, feeling my cock still growing a little in her soaked cunt. Soon I felt her cunt violently contracting around my cock.

"Oh fuck honey...I am cumming," she screamed as it hit her hard. She shuddered and her cunt milked my cock mercilessly.

I could not hold my load back any longer. I felt my orgasm to come at last. 

"Yes baby me too," I panted as I lost control of myself completely.. 

Just another thrust, then I pulled my throbbing cock out of her cunt, shoved her over and climaxed by spurting my cum all over her belly and tits. As soon as she felt my hot cum hit her nipples she started playing with them, while I was still shooting more of my load all over her.

She rubbed my white juice all over her tits pleading for more: "give me your cum...please...cover my tits with it." 

She took my cock into her hand pressing it hard, so as to empty every last drop of my come on her breasts. I enjoyed the moment. Then it was all over. My God, what a fuck.

We both collapsed on my bed eventually. No talking. We just hold each other for a while. Then she needed to go. She promised to come back next week at the same time.



Stephanie



Another warm early autumn Saturday afternoon had come around. Today was occasion. The family, including aunts and uncles and cousins were on hand out in the back yard helping my sister Kassey celebrate her seventh birthday.

The guests mingled in separate groups. About fifty feet or so back from the house Kassey had set up her new doll house and dolls on the picnic table and invited my girl cousins Amy and Jackie. The adults gathered around the round black plastic patio table to talk about adult stuff. 

The party had been half hour old when mom brought out the cake, a round chocolate one with whipped cream top to the patio. My sister had chosen it at the bakery.

"Kassey let's come have your cake sweet heart."

The girls walked quickly to the main patio adjacent to the house. While they sat around the table Kassey sat leaning over her cake. She blew on the candles.

The only boy in the family, I had just turned 6 a month earlier. A part of me wished down deep , as I sat by the picnic table with my sister, Amy, and Jackie that I could be more like them. I wanted to grow my hair and wear a pretty dress. I saw myself some day as an adult woman with makeup, earrings and pumps. One month earlier at my own back yard party I wished please God make me a girl.

ten years later...

I had been standing by my locker in the main corridor of Blacksburg, Va high school exchanging one book for another. In a few moments I would be going home on on the school bus.

I could not wait to be home where I could have piece of mind. I was having another of those moments that I kept to myself; a moment thinking that I hate my boy clothes and my body.

Even as I rode I often would often endure heckling. Having very girlish looking face and being physically small led to my problems with my peers. Some would say I was skinny. Girls are not muscular I thought so why should I be. 

The worst heckler I knew was a boy named Todd. The freckle face blond would boast about getting E's and F's on a report card. He seemed proud of accomplishing nothing in school. I hated him and endured him.

That following morning, a Saturday, I went into Kassey's bedroom hoping that she would understand what I needed to do. At the moment she and friends were together at the home of one of them.

From her underwear draw I took a pair of her panties and a bra and put them on. Taking soft foam cut in the approximate shape of breasts I placed the padding inside the bra cups. Admiring the Covington 3/4 sleeve with stretch blouse I put it on. It's loose fit I felt would hide my lack of curvature. I put on a pair of embroidered jeans. My dark brown hair was well over my ears by that point and my ears were already pierced.

Now I was ready to go outside. My facial features, the ability to walk with shoulders back like a girl does, and the outfit would fool everybody. But even more important I could be, at least for a few hours, the person I was inside my soul. I had even posted a recent picture on "My Space" that showed only my face and had called it Stephanie.

My best friend at the time was a girl my age named Janice. A pretty girl with light brown hair, she actually considered herself lesbian. Considering my self straight female led to a platonic relationship with her. I had already developed the feminine trait of making no secret that I liked a a girl's outfit.

Picking up my cellular, I dialed her number. The plan was to go shopping.

"Hello," the girl's voice replied.

"Hi Janice," I said, " I was wondering if you wanted to go out some place."

"Ok," she said. "Can Matte go too?"

Matte Kershaw, I would shortly learn, was the new love in Janice's life. They had met at a local gay and lesbian youth support group. 

In about a half hour hour Janice, Matte, and I had come to the parking lot of the shopping mall and were headed toward her favorite stores. Those would soon become my favorite stores. I had seen the clothing selection online and simply fell in love with it. 

"I like those shoes," I said noticing Matte's footwear.

"Thank you," she replied, "My mom got them for me."

The present... Another six years had gone by.

The rest of my life had begun. Having been cleared finally for hormone therapy I filled the syringe with the prescribed dose of Estrogen substitute and injected it into my buttocks. Next, I filled a syringe with spirocortaline, a testosterone blocker and injected. I returned these to their place in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.

As I looked forward to Thanksgiving I had something for which I was very thankful; my mother's acceptance of me as a transsexual. Ok so it took a suicide attempt and a lot of screaming about how I hate my life and I hate my body.

My mom's favorite section of newspaper was the flyer for her favorite clothing store. That part of a paper would generally remain for a week until the following Sunday when it was replaced by same.

"Stephanie check the paper," she said as I walked out of the bathroom.

Pouring myself a coffee from the pot plugged in at the sink counter I knew the only paper to which she referred. It was open on the kitchen counter. 

I sat with my coffee and looked at each page as I sipped.

The cost of hormones was leaving me critically short of funds all the time. Generally I barely had enough funds to put gasoline in my car. I was willing to give up even the car just so that I could have spending cash.

"Mom I wish I could afford this," I said looking at very nice pair of dark slacks and a blouse.

My mother said nothing. We both knew that for the time being I had plenty of outfits. 

"Stephanie that would look very nice on you."

"Yes it would," I replied.

I knew that It would be a few years before my body, still very masculine in shape, would actully be developed. In the mean time mom and I both agreed that I should at all times dress nicely. I needed more clothing for the office.

I also had a new love interest. That was something for which I could be thankful.

The previous Sunday was cousin Amy's wedding. As I sat in the big function hall I could see him across the room. I didn't think anything of it except that he was handsome. At the same time I left it to the guy to pursue me if he was interested.

From several feet and two tables away at my right I could see him looking at me. He's handsome I thought. Maybe he'll ask me to dance. At first I noticed his suit, a gray herringbone. Then I noticed his hairdo, a military style buzz cut.

"Who's that guy over there?"

"He's a cousin on the groom's side," my sister answered.

"Which one of us is he looking at?"

"You," she said, " I have a boyfriend."

For the first time in my life I felt nervous. Most girls aren't walking around in a boy's body I thought, but I would try to take a positive attitude. Maybe he doesn't mind I thought Yes that's it I'll take a positive attitude.

We had finished the wedding meal when he finally walked up to me.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Yes," I replied with a broad smile.

He led me out to the middle of the floor. The slow tune allowed us the opportunity to chat.

"What's your name?"

"Stephanie," I said, " i'm 22, I work in a Wallgreens."

"I'm Ed," he answered, "I work for a construction co."

"Really roads or buildings?"

"Buildings," he said.

We danced a little longer while considering what to say to each other.

"I just got out of the marines last month."

"I admire those who serve our country."

We continued our dance through another tune. He kept looking into my eyes and I into his baby blues.

"You're very attractive."

"Thank you."

Like most folks in this part of the country Ed was a big fan of Country & Western music. He talked while we danced about the artists and songs that he liked.

By the end of the wedding I would learn just how interested he actually was. I had gone outside the building and had just lit a cigarette when he came by.

"Hi again," he said.

"Hi, " I said, " I just needed some air and this." I was at that instant bringing the cigarette down from my lips.

He lit one.

"When I got to boot camp that's the first thing they take away."

"really?" I replied.

"I got out of boot I couldn't wait to go down to the PX and buy a pack."

"I started when I was eighteen."

"LIsten I was wondering if I could take you out."

"It's a date."

"Tomorrow night then," he confirmed.

Sixteen years earlier had been the first time in my life that I knew there was a girl inside me crying to be released. By high school age she was crying louder to be let out of her prison. Now I had come almost full circle and was being treated like a lady.

Still I was very nervous though I tried to hide that fact. I hoped to God that my male body would not be a turn off should we desire to be sexual. I did not consider myself gay but transsexual. That 's very different.

I could always talk to my sister Kassey. In the last moments before our date she proved sympathetic and a good listener.

"Kass he's picking me up at 6," I said while brushing my hair in front of my bedroom mirror.

"Don't be nervous. You pass very well. You'll be fine."

"I worry he might want sex and he's not gay or bi."

"Don't do it with him."

"I guess you're right."

A fantasy played inside my head. Ed's naked girlfriend (me of course) climbed onto his lap taking his throbbing manhood deep inside her vagina. Seconds later, in the throws of multiple orgasms, she was screaming.

"Stephanie don't push things along too fast." my mother cautioned. By that she meant sex moves things along quickly, perhaps too quickly.

The blue Honda turned into the driveway while I was looking through the living room window. I watched him all the way to the door.

We chatted briefly in the living room way before leaving. My mother took an interest in my friends.

Our first date was at the Jerico Drive -In. I slouched in the passenger side. He took my hand in his on my leg. Excited at the prospect of falling in love I was becoming aroused sexually, a fact hidden by wearing an athletic supporter. Up on the huge screen some 100 feet in front of the bumper the movie played. I watched attentively saying little. He also said little.

The conversation picked up as the car slowly moved in the long line of cars toward the exit from the parking lot

"I had a gay friend in high school." In truth I was referring to Janice.

"How did you meet him?"

"He went to Blacksburg high."

"Really," he replied, "he stood out in a crowd I'll bet."

"He did. He was also cute though. I mean I would have done it with him if i was a gay boy."

"but you're not so it's a mute point," he reminded me.

One of my favorite spots was a car park along the skyline drive which over looked the Shenandoah Valley. From the Blue Ridge Mountains I could see my home town. Ed brought me there to spend an afternoon. A soft breeze blew as we stood in front of the hood of the car staring down at what appeared as just a model of the towns.

Here for the first time we indulged in a lingering kiss. It began with just lips but then our mouths opened. His hands caressed my back and the front of my thighs. He kissed my neck again and again working his way down the length of it. The supporter continued to conceal the erection in my panties.

Things could change quickly as I would soon learn. Later that evening in the privacy of my bedroom I gave up all my inhibitions. While we kissed he began to undress me. Then it all went wrong.

"Oh my fucking god! You're a guy!"

I could not argue because he was seeing me naked. I could understand his frame of mind

He got up quickly, dressed and stormed out of my bedroom leaving me sobbing into my pillow.

He just destroyed my life I thought as the tears streamed down my cheeks.

A few moments later I felt a soft hand on my back. I turned. A few moments later I stopped crying.

"Stephanie get dressed," said my mother.

Quickly I pulled on my panties and jeans. I put on the pullover shirt without a bra. Hell I don't really have boobs anyway I thought. My makeup ruined by my tears, I walked into the kitchen.

"He doesn't want me because of my body."

My mother said nothing.

"I wish he was bi."

"Stephanie I tried to tell you but you never listen. You went off with your head in the clouds."

"You're right mom,"

"You still have to remember that boys will not see you as a girl once the clothes come off."

I never saw Ed again nor any other man. Having no one led to fantasizing and many almost sleepless nights. One after another imaginary male lovers took me.

Daytime life saw me continue striving to correct the awful mistake. My endocrinologist checked my hormone levels every two months and continued to prescribe hormones. 

By age 23 I had developed nicely. For the first time my physique was more feminine than masculine. I noticed it one morning while taking my shower that my breasts had developed along the lines of moms. A broad smile came to my face as I tossed the foam padding into my waste basket.

Filling the syringe with the prescribed dose of Estradiol I injected it into my buttocks as I had done hundreds of times before. 



Stephanie



Authors Note: I wanted to post this because I think it can stand alone. It is tied in with my story Desperation only it's not quite so farfetched. It's in the same universe and has the same characters only-I hope-I've worked out some of the kinks. I went back and read Desperation and I thought, 'wow I wrote this as a final draft?' I made a mistake saying that Rose was a 30 E . . . yeah that was a typo she's really a 40 E, if she wasn't she would look really under proportioned. I have about 20 different stories regarding this odd family of giants, but I don't think I can classify all of them as science fiction considering the situation is relatively normal. Anyway this is one of the perspectives of the characters named Stephanie. It might not make a whole lot of sense because I had to omit the first chapter because it broke a lot of rules. If you want to read it first or have questions in general message me, but I did attempt some explanation as to how everything works. Otherwise all character involved in the sexual portion are 18 or over. 




It was about two in the morning and all the girls had flocked to my room after Gina had a nightmare. I was about to fall asleep when there was a commotion in the hallway. There were several teeny tiny voices asking questions around me before I could ignore whatever was going on. I stood up and threw my robe on. 

"Stay in here," I ordered. I had a pretty good idea what was going on and when I opened the door I found out that I was right. Mom had gotten pregnant again. This time only with twins and that was about nine months ago. Dad was walking her down the hallway and she was grabbing her beach ball abdomen. Dad made eye contact with me, "I'll take care of them," I said. 

He nodded, "I'll call you when it's alright to come see her," he said. Translation, mom is going to force him to go home and get rest when everything has calmed down. I kissed mom on the forehead and went back into the room. Jessie had moved out with Mikael-her husband-so I had the room to myself for a while. That is until the girls started having nightmares. I liked it most when they slept in the room anyway. It worked as long as they were all small enough to fit in my bed with me. I closed the door and threw off my robe. 

"What's going on," Rose asked. 

"Mommy is going to have more babies," I said. 

"Yay!" They all started to shout. 

I shushed them, "Sorry," they all whispered. 

"Come on, let's go to bed," I said. 

"But," Gina started to say. 

"Now," I ordered. I jumped into bed and they scooted in around me. When I got them calmed down they all started breathing sleepily. My eyes closed and I fell asleep fast. When I was sleeping with someone I always had better dreams, therefore sleeping with four little angels usually gave me very good sleep. When I woke up this time it was at about seven am so I got out of bed slowly so as not to wake the girls up. I was going to have to take a bath with them anyway before school, but I liked to clean up before so I could just get them in out and under my styling comb. I cleaned up and put my hair back in a ponytail. I was surprised that I had let it grow to my shoulders after years of a pixie cut, but I didn't really have the time it took to make that look great all the time. Besides, I liked making the girls look great all the time. It was my lot in life ever since I graduated high school and got that job in the Salon in south Sac. The girls there used to think I couldn't take care of myself, then I broke a robber's femur and they never questioned me again. Once I had my hair dried off I went back out into the room and the sun was out. 

"Alright you four I know you're awake," I said. I went over to each one of them and sure enough they were awake just reluctant to get out of bed as usual. "Hey, do you know what day it is," I asked. 

Lily shot up being the first to figure it out as usual, "It's Friday," she said like a happy koala. The rest of them got quickly out of bed. I threw on my robe and walked out with the four of them. We went to their room and picked out some clothes for them to wear. Afterward I took them downstairs and had them sit up at the counter. I went to the fridge and found a note. 'Everyone ate cereal today' it read in Sara's abnormally good cursive. I got the milk out of the fridge and some cereal out of the cabinet. I poured them both into four child bowls and gave each one to the girls. 

"Now I'll be right back I need to go start the bath okay, so don't make any messes," I said. I walked into the group bathroom just down the hall and started the three faucets. It was big enough to fit Jessie, Masen, Jared and I in it comfortably now, so I always used it for the girls. I went back out to make sure there wasn't a food fight where breakfast used to be. Not that there had ever been one, but you can never be too careful. There was no change that I could see so I went to the cabinet and pulled out a bagel. I started munching on it what I noticed something strange in Rose's milk. There was a purpling metallic liquid forming. She picked up a spoonful and was about to eat it when I smacked it out of her hand. The four of them looked at me terrified. 

"Rose, you have mommy's venom," I said pointing at the purple. "If you had eaten it you would have gotten sick," I said. I checked the others and found it in Lily's bowl too, but not in Amanda's or Gina's. They were almost empty anyway, so I took them all to the sink and dumped them out. "Alright, let's go take a bath," I said. 

The all scurried off to the family bathroom and I sauntered after them. When I got there they were already undressed and getting in. I closed the door, turned the water off and got in after them very carefully not getting my already dried hair wet. Usually they splashed around for a bit before I had them clean each other, but since it was Friday they made a good deal of getting the washing done quickly. I grabbed each one then cleaned and conditioned their hair. It was a lot easier to do in a bathtub than in a sink. Once they were all done I pulled the plug and we all got out. They all got wrapped in towels and we went back upstairs. When we were back in my room we got dressed and I got busy styling each one of them. I was thinking maybe curls for Lily, gentle waves for Rose, a twisty braid for Gina and a braided ponytail with curls around the head for Amanda. By the time I was done it was almost time for their kindergarten class to start. 

"Alright girls, let's get going," I said. We got our shoes on and went into the garage. The beauty of being tall was that booster seats became unnecessary very early for us. When everyone was strapped in to the Maxima we left. I drove a little faster than really necessary for child transport, but we got there in good enough time. I rushed them all to the Kindergarten section that was fenced off so all the little kids wouldn't go wandering off. Ms. Witherow-my old kindergarten teacher-gave me a stern look because just as they walked through the gate the final bell rang. 

"Well, at least they look nice Stephanie," she said. 

"Sorry Ms. W, I promised them," I said. 

She rolled her eyes and looked to the side, "Aren't those your brothers?" She asked pointing at two boys who looked more like teenagers the way they towered over the man they were next to. I walked over to them briskly because it looked like they were in an argument. Sure enough the boys were in tears and being yelled at. They may have been 6'0" apiece, but they were still only eight. 

"What's going on?" I asked when I got there. 

"Are these yours," the man said angrily. 

"They're my brothers," I said. 

"Tell me, how are two eight year olds taller than six feet?" He asked. 

"Our mother is 6'7" and our father is 7'6" that's how," I shot back. He grabbed my wrist with surprising force and threw me back in a burst of fire. Wow usually it was Jared who did that to me and it was usually because I smacked him first. This was not playful though. 

"You take these perverts out of my sight, I don't want to see you or them here again," he yelled. 

"Don't count on it," I whispered. I motioned for Michael and Tony to come with me and I pulled out my cell phone and called dad. 

"Hello," he answered after the first ring. 

"Dad, its Stephanie I need help I was just attacked," I said. 

"Where are you," he asked in a bone chilling tone. 

"I'm at the front of the elementary school," I said. The phone cut off, "You're so dead," I muttered. 

"If you called the cops it's my word over yours little girl," the man said. Not five seconds after he started walking in our direction dad materialized in front of us. 

"Who did it," he ordered. I pointed in the man's direction. They both started walking at each other like they were going to kill one another. 

"Are those your kids," the teacher asked. 

"Yes, which means you're the man I'm going to kill for hurting them," he said. Maybe I should have called Ashley or maybe Riley. The man threw fire at dad, but dad split it in half. "You're a dragon?" Dad asked. 

"Yes, are you?" He asked. 

Dad nodded, "You were a dragon and you had the nerve to attack my daughter," dad said unbelievably. 

"Those boys aren't third graders; they're sick teenagers trying to get into a children's classroom," he spat. 

"They're eight! What were you called on Zestra the moron?" Dad asked. 

"I was called The Great Pride," he said. "I remember your family, you were practically responsible for the start of the war," dad said. 

"Oh yeah well what were you called," he said. 

"The Death Soarer," dad said. The man's face went pale and he stepped back. We never did understand dad's status on his old planet, but it was pretty apparent in this other dragon's eyes. "I dealt with your mistakes once and let you live; Leniency isn't exactly my strong suit," dad said. 

"Please, I didn't know oh god," the man pled. Dad wrapped his hand around the man's arm. 

"This time I'll let you live, but you will suffer what you deserve for hurting my daughter," he said. There was a strange charging sound in the air. I covered the boy's eyes by putting their faces in my shoulders and the teacher started to shake, squint, and foam at the mouth. After about ten seconds dad threw him into the wall. He turned and walked towards us. I took back my hands from the boy's faces amazed the entire time that no one bothered to see what was happening. 

"I'm going to check Michael and Tony out for the day, do you mind driving them home," he asked. 

"Not at all," I said. 

He touched my face concerned and then my arm, "Are you alright," he asked. 

I nodded, "It's just one of those days," I said. 

"I know what you mean. I'll see you back home soon, I left Sarah and Melody stranded at the hospital with your mother," he said. He kissed my forehead then lips and left. Michael and Tony got in the car and we drove off. I didn't think it was possible, but I'm even more tired now than I was before. I really should have knocked on wood or something when I thought that because before we even got over the hill on Arden Way, the front tire blew out and we skidded to the side of the road. 

"Oh come on," I muttered. "Alright, looks like we're getting out," I said. We got out and I checked the damage. "Son of a bitch," I said. The tire was totally ripped apart. I looked closer and found a nail in it. It was more of a railroad spike, but it was sharp enough to do this. I went to the trunk and got out the spare tire, the wrench and the . . . the jack wasn't there. I tore the trunk apart and the jack was nowhere to be seen. I put the other things on the ground and calmed myself down. I went into the driver seat and turned on the emergency lights. I knocked my head slightly on the hood of the car. 

"Hey Steph," one of the boys said. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"We can walk home from here," they said. 

"That would probably be best, unless you want to wait here with me," I said. "No we'll walk," Michael said. "Alright just don't talk to strangers," I said hugging them each in one arm and kissing their cheeks. They walked off in the other direction. Our house was easier to walk to if you took the bike trail so that was at least a consolation. They probably wouldn't see any bad company on this side of Watt Avenue. I sat around for a while wondering who I should call for this. I reached around the glove box for the insurance information, but it had just expired last week. I rested my head against the headrest and took a deep breath. 

"Car trouble miss," a voice asked very suddenly from the window. I had a mini freak out from the surprise. 

"Oh sorry, yeah my front right tire is blown," I said. The man walked over to the right side of the car. I figured I might as well get out making sure he wasn't some hubcap thief. When I reached him he stood all the way up and I stifled a gasp. He wasn't any taller than the twins but god he was . . . well gorgeous. He had tanned skin that hinted toward some Native American or Hispanic lineage and long black hair that was unfair how smooth it looked. His eyes were cobalt blue somehow and his teeth looked like pearls when he smiled which was very frequently. 

"What?" He asked. I didn't realize that I was staring at him until he asked that. 

"You're wearing a rubber band to keep your hair back," my internal hair stylist vocalized. 

"Uh, yeah I do that," he said very amused at my ridiculous speculation. "It looks like you have everything here," he said. 

If only it were that easy, "The jack is missing," I said. 

"Oh dang, well you can borrow mine if you want, I'll even change your tire complementary," he said. 

"That wouldn't be too much trouble would it?" I asked. 

"Not at all, I'll be right back," he said. He walked behind the car and to my great pleasure he drove a private owned tow truck and not the kind that dragged your car around, the one that carried it on the back. Finally some good luck. He jumped in the back for a second and came back out with a large car jack on wheels. I felt like hugging him and not just because he was about to fix my car. He put the jack under the car and grabbed the wrench. "So what brings you to this side of the road," he asked while undoing the lug nuts. 

"Well I was dropping my sisters off at school and was about to take my brothers home for the day when my tire went out," I said. 

"How many siblings do you have," he asked. 

"Well as of this morning I have sixteen," I said. 

"Wow really, I thought I had a lot with five sisters and a brother. Are you the oldest?" He asked. 

"No my sister Renee is," I said. 

"Are you all this tall or are your legs just great like that on their own?" He asked. 

I tried to hide the fact that I was blushing, "Uh, no it's all of us," I said. He pumped the jack a few times and pulled the tire off. Thankfully my parents didn't really believe in having those temporary tires so all of the cars had a full sized replacement. "So how long have you been a mechanic?" I asked. 

"Since I got out of high school, my dad wanted me to go into his law business, but I really couldn't take all that paperwork, he still has my little sisters and brother to put it on though," he said. He tightened the nuts in place set the car down and tightened them even harder. "Well that should do it; Here take my card in case you ever need help again, if anyone else has car trouble, if you want to go out sometime," he said. 

"What?" I asked. 

"What?" he said immediately like nothing was different. I pulled the pen out of his shirt pocket and wrote my cell number on the card. 

"It's customary for you to do that part," I said giving him back the card. 

"Jason Stratton," he said holding out his hand. 

"Stephanie Seriff," I said shaking his hand. 

"It's a dangerous thing giving me a phone number you know, I'm bound to ask you out," he said. 

"Oh you have no idea," I said thinking of dad. 

"Well I'll see you around Stephanie," he said. I tried not to giggle at the way he said my name. 

"You too Jason," I answered. He went back to his truck and drove off. I stood there in bliss for a second and then got in the car and started to drive home. The whole morning was just a cluster fuck, so I didn't realize that I was almost late for work until the last minute. I turned the car around and headed for the salon. By the time I got on CA-99 I had five minutes. It's times like this I wish I had the fire. I pulled into my spot with about ten seconds to spare. I walked briskly inside and everyone greeted me. 

"Right on time, you know how I feel about that," Sheena said. With her early was on time and on time was late. 

"Sorry, I've had a hell of a morning," I said. I clocked in right before the second hand hit the last minute. 

"Well you're not actually late so there ain't nothing to be said about it," she said. I went to my spot and washed my hands. The rush of people who knew us and word of mouth got around so I had a lot to do today. By the time lunch was rolling around the customers started to thin out. "Hey Steph you got mail," Sheena said tossing me an envelope. 

"It has a light year post stamp on it," I noted. Everyone came to stand by me as I opened it; actually more like they shoved their way over.

Dear Ms. S. Seriff,

It has been brought to my attention by my sister that you have an excellent taste for hair design. I would like the pleasure of wearing one of your designs to the minister's ball this Saturday. If you could meet me privately at my estate in Switzerland then I will pay you according to your performance. I will provide transportation for a round trip from and back to your home in Sacramento. Enclosed is a contact number that you can call to respond.

Sincerely,

Jasmine Uriah

I put my hand over my heart because I was pretty sure that it had stopped. 

"I told you that you would make it big one of these days," Selena said. 

"Yeah no doubt; especially with that hair spray of yours," Sheena said. When I was doing a little experiment I made a hair spray that lasts for a week and maintains the conditioned softness of hair; the only downside is that it stings a bit right when it is applied. Of course I had a chemistry nerd to thank for most of the technical parts I just had the idea. What I want to know is how this woman knew where I lived. I didn't bother questioning it. When the work day was done I went home; the girls only spent three hours a day at school so it was usually dad who picked them up, but I had Jared doing it instead. He got off work about an hour before their class ended so he just got them on the way home. I parked in the garage and went inside. Most of the family was home now except for just a few. One of the cars had been missing in the garage so I'm guessing that people were visiting mom in the hospital. I would do the same, but that would mean bringing the girls with me. In any case mom would probably just be home in the next day or two, so it didn't really matter that much anyway. I went to the kitchen to eat lunch and found that the fridge was almost empty. That's right it was Thursday; mom usually went to Costco on Thursday's. Guess I was going to have to do that this time. I picked a granola bar out of the cabinet, took the grocery list and sat in the front room for a bit. Jared and Riley were out there too. 

"Are the girls upstairs?" I asked. They nodded simultaneously, "You guys need anything from the store I'm going to go this time," I said. 

"No everything's on the list," Jared said. 

"Make sure the girls don't go flying out the door; Lily and Rose discovered their venom today so it's only a matter of time before one of them gets the fire," I said. I packed up the list, grabbed the grocery debit card and left.




Stephanie



I was driving back from an extremely long visit at Costco and Restaurant Depot-decided in the end just to hit both in the same day. When you are shopping for a family like ours, you buy in bulk. We actually had a small truck and palates just for the task and the Executive membership let the forklift drivers load it from the docks. I was pulling up to the house so I gave a couple honks of the horn. I got Sarah, Melody and-to my immense surprise-dad. I parked next to the storage garage and turned off the engine. 

"Hey dad, did mom kick you out of the hospital?" I asked. 

"Actually she is already home," he said. Wow, that was fast. I guess it made sense though, no one really likes being in the hospital as a patient mom least of all. Together the four of us got everything in the garage in about ten minutes. I went inside and before I could make it somebody grabbed me by the arm. At first I was confused, but then I realized that my face was a little too close to the ground. 

"Stephanie are you alright?" Dad asked. 

"Yeah I'm just a little tired, it's been one of those days," I said for the fifth time. 

"No kidding, though you've taken on a lot since Renee, Masen and Ashley moved out," he said. 

"Just a bit, you wouldn't believe the day I've had," I said. 

"Come on let's talk about it," he said. 

We sat in the living room with mom and I told him everything about my day except for the part he was there for, "Oh honey you are going to Switzerland for work that's great," mom said. 

"Yeah but a Costco and Depot trip by yourself must have sucked, you said you were only going to one if I knew you were going to both I would have come with you," Jared said. 

"I think you need a vacation, what do you like to do when you relax by yourself?" Dad asked. 

"I like beaches particularly the kind where clothing is optional because being naked is really nice when it's warm outside. I like pools and simple quiet settings where I could soak in the sun or read a book or get rubbed down by cute guys. You know stuff like that," I said. 

"A cold beach or a warm beach?" Mom asked. 

"A warm one, I'm not one of the hot bloods that's for sure," I said. "I'll tell you what, how about you go on your business trip and we'll surprise you with something," mom said. 

"What about the girls? The two of you are going to be busier than ever with the two of them in the house," I said motioning to the twins. 

"We survived without you before I think we'll be okay, besides a lot of your brothers and sisters are moving out that's why we need more," dad said. 

"Are you sure? I was mostly just spouting a fantasy when I said all that," I said.

"We'll be fine go and have fun," Mom said. 

I was on the private shuttle that cost more to build than a fleet of 747's. It took off and I was around the world in minutes. I was escorted out of the shuttle by two armed guards who in comparison to me looked really short. I was led inside of a massive castle like building that was surrounded by water. When inside I saw a black haired silky brown skinned beauty descending the stairs. 

Her hair was impossible and I was going to style it, "You must be Stephanie Seriff," she said. 

"Yes your excellency," I said bowing my head. 

"Please, you can call me Jasmine in my home," she said. 

"Okay, this place is beautiful," I said. 

"Thank you, it was a Chateau in the old days of Earth. So are you ready to start?" She asked. 

"Yes, what did you have in mind?" I asked. 

"Well I was going to ask you that, what's in that binder you have there?" She asked leading me down a long set of hallways and eventually into a powder room that was big enough to be my bedroom. 

"This is a portfolio of all the designs I specialize in. I can do most anything, but these ones are popular," I said. 

"May I?" She asked holding out her hand. I gave the binder to her against my instinct to never let it go. She flipped through the pages and lingered on a few. She turned one page and her eyes bugged out of her head before she smiled. 

"I like this one," she said showing me an intricate bun design. Her hair would be rolled on her head to look like a big rose bud and it would work for her color . . . that is after I straightened it. I nodded and motioned for her to sit. 

"Okay, I'm going to wash out and condition your hair first, then we'll get to business," I said. She bent her head into the sink and I started working. In the middle of the second step for conditioning finally got all the knots out of her hair. "Gracious, how do you manage this?" I asked hopefully not stepping over some invisible line. 

She laughed, "I don't, I just get it to the best state I can and hope it's good enough," she said. 

"Well I am going to make you perfect," I said. I rinsed out her hair and began the drying process. After a while I took her dried hair and started the tedious process of straightening the ever loving shit out of it. I started intricately shaping her hair into a rose bud and ringlets. It took thirty minutes to finally finish and with all the pins it looked ridiculous. I grabbed my spray bottle, "Alright close your eyes this will sting a bit," I said. Her eyes squinted and I sprayed her hair several times. I took out all the pins and her bun stay solidly in place, not to mention it looked incredible. I massaged the muscles in her neck getting out all the knots I undoubtedly instilled. "Alright, you're finished," I said. She opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. To my intense pleasure she opened her mouth smiling like a little girl. 

"I love it, how do did you make it stay like this with no pins?" She asked. 

"A girl has her ways, it'll stay like that until you wash it out with dish soap. I know that sounds odd, but it won't hurt anything as long as you rinse it out really well," I said packing up my things. She turned and hugged me around my waist her head just inside of my cleavage. I hugged her back not sure what to do. 

She stepped back, "Alright, if you'll follow me my assistant will show you your payment," she said leading me out the door. When we made it back to the big foyer, a large man in a black suit was holding a wooden box. He set it down, turned a key, and inside was two large gold ingots and a silvery ball bearing. Jasmine picked up the ball and showed it to me, up close I knew exactly what it was. "This is a metal that is so rare is has only been found once. It's a top secret and I can't even remember what it's called," she said. 

"Nitritium," I answered. Everyone in the room looked at me with terrified expressions. "It's Nitritium right? The rarest densest metal in the universe," I said. 

"That's what it is?" She asked honestly astounded. 

"Oh god, did I just do something bad?" I asked. 

"No, this conversation never happened," she said placing the ball in my left pocket. "That is a ball bearing from a pinball machine alright?" She asked. 

"Yeah, I uh . . . I found it on the street and thought my sisters might like it," I answered. 

"Good girl, until next time Miss Seriff, I will put in a good word for you with the high counsel. You might want to patent that hair spray," she said. 

"Thank you so much," I said smiling giddily. I was led back onto the runway and into the shuttle. I actually did it and I made like a hundred thousand dollars for one head.

"Are you sure you don't need me to stay," I said halfheartedly. 

"Stephanie we'll be fine, now go you're going to miss your flight," mom said. I hugged her and the girls and went into the terminal. I got through all the checkpoints and got on the plane. It was all I could do not to bounce up and down. My parents were sending me to the Hidden Beach resort on an island off the coast of Mexico in the Gulf of California. Sandy beaches, pools, drinks with little umbrellas in them, and no clothing at all. I had a first class ticket so I was put in a nice comfy cocoon bed/everything with waiters walking up and down the aisles. It was like my own private world and I was on a freaking airplane. I pulled out the brochure again and read over everything. 

I was so excited I didn't realize the plane was getting ready to take off until I was pressed into the back of the seat and lifted off the ground. I pulled out the bank envelope again to ogle at the ten thousand dollars I was able to withdraw from my checking account. I was right about the gold being worth about a hundred thousand a piece, but it turned out the Nitritium was worth half of three million, so this trip was going to be amazing. It's funny how Renee says that good and bad almost immediately precede each other. That really bad day ended up being a life altering opportunity. I guess she would know the best right. Not a few years after she woke up she joined the Navy SSEAL's and was going on life threatening missions. Dad said it was a dragon thing and that we would all do it in our own way, leaving to find our fortune (Job) and coming back to make a family of our own. Mostly I just wanted my big sissy home safe to tell me that everything was alright. I wouldn't linger on that though because I was supposed to be having the time of my life.

The flight didn't take as long as I thought it would especially considering that they had two actual meals instead of those tacky plastic chicken dinners that are on business seats. Not to mention there was enough leg room for a giant to recline. Apparently the seats in second class were similar, but they were closer together like cubicles in an office instead of spread out. I drifted to sleep at one point and then the lights came on and they announced that we were landing in Mexico City. 

My father's instructions were very clear after this: go straight to the next flight, get your bags immediately, and do not linger at all. I popped my ears painfully-probably should have done that sooner-and waited to get off the plane. We got off first and our bags were already waiting for the first class at the exit. Perfect, I followed the directions to the letter keeping eyes in the back of my head. This place was not exactly the most kind of places, but I managed to find my connecting flight before too long. It was a smaller plane for a runway on a small island. Thankfully is was an immediate transfer, so I got on the plane right away. Thank god because I'd rather not say how many eyes fucked my body and how many people said they were baggage holders. I made sure to watch the person who handled my baggage before I got on, but everything went smoothly. 

This plane had only one aisle, but it was not even supposed to be half an hour, so I didn't really mind. We took off before long and everyone on the plane was ecstatic like me. We were coming over the island and the pilot said that before we got off the plane we all had to remove our clothing to make the staff less self-conscious. Not that they weren't used to it by now, but everyone was going to be anyway. 

We all got up simultaneously and stripped. I was used to being around naked people I didn't know-not for any creepy reason mind you-so it was nothing new. I sat back down feeling much more relaxed already out of my bra. 

There were a lot of 'oohs' and giggles from the less experienced nudists, but one girl sat next to me, "Do you mind, the guys around me are looking for all the girls who shave," she said. 

"Of course not," I said noticing that she shaved herself. I waxed, but it was essentially the same look with better results it just took more time and you didn't have to do it nearly as often. 

"Have you noticed that so far the Murphy's Law of nudism hasn't applied all that much?" She asked. I knew exactly what she meant, such a law stated that people who are in a place where clothing is optional are the kind of people who really shouldn't be without their clothes. Not to say they were unattractive, but none of them would be really sexy. That didn't so much apply here; there were a few moms with stretch marks and men without abs, but all in all they were very not bad. It was harsh of me to think so critically of the way people looked outwardly, but I couldn't really help it. 

"Oh my, I see what you mean," I said. I found the girl checking me out so I did the same. She was a blonde haired blue eyed beauty with darker blue eyes, curly hair and creamy freckled skin. Her breasts I'd say were about a C cup, but all around cute and very fuckable. 

"Mm how many condoms did you bring?" She asked. 

"I thought we couldn't have sex?" I asked. 

"We can't do anything carnal in the more public parts of the the resort, but what goes on in our rooms is perfectly fine. There's always a massive orgy on the Friday before we leave and you honey would be perfect . . . if you're single or swinger and if you brought protection from pregnancy and don't have any STD's," she said seriously. 

"I didn't think I would be sleeping with anyone let alone that," I said blushing very hard. 

"Shame," she said jutting her lower lip out very let down. 

"But I'm clean and I'm on the pill," I said pulling out my monthly prescription of Birth Control. 

"Eeeee, you have to come, I mean don't feel pressured or anything, but the ratio of men to women is always a little off if you know what I mean," she said rolling her eyes. 

"I bet," I chuckled. Yeah the idea of an orgy would probably be more appealing for a lot of men and few women so that probably meant no pussy time and just having a lot of cocks in every orifice. Wait was I really thinking about doing this? I mean maybe I thought about having some sex, but letting a team of guys go to town on me? 

I took a deep breath, "Hey I'm Liz what's your name?" She asked. 

"Stephanie," I said. 

"Listen Stephanie, you don't have to. No one is going to think any less of you if you don't. This is just as much your vacation as it is anyone else's so do whatever you want," she said. 

"Okay," I whispered. 

"Promise?" She asked. 

"I promise, thanks Liz," I said feeling marginally better. 

"Hey look out the window we're here," she said craning over my lap. I saw what she saw and let me tell you it really something amazing. I could already see all the things I was going to do for the first few days and those were only the outdoors. "Thank god it's early spring not too hot or cold, the weather here is supposed to be beautiful," Liz said dreamily. 

I was thinking the same direction she was and the idea was intoxicating. We landed and got off the plane. We were greeted by a friendly crew of nude models-god they were hot-and led into the main foyer of the building. 

"Welcome to the Hidden Beach. If you will make your way to one of the three lines we will get you checked in and you will receive your room card. Your card will be your key in the resort not only to your personal room, but to all the inclusive amenities, so to ensure that you do not lose it you will each be provided with a lanyard to wear around your necks with the card attached." Liz and I parted ways and the fifty of us on the flight went to the three lines. I was in the back of mine, but it was only fifteen people long. When I got my card I looked around for anyone else, 

"Something the matter miss?" Asked the boy at the table. 

"I thought there would be more guests," I said. 

"To ensure comfort we keep only 42 rooms, so it is not too crowded," he said. 

"Oh," I said surprised. I walked to room 07 and swiped the card in the slot. I was led into a room by the bag carrier and he showed me around for a few minutes. It was amazing there was a hot tub in my bedroom. There was a shower in the room too, but what difference did it make really. "Where's the toilet?" I asked. He walked over to a door and opened up a very small room with a toilet in it. 

Silly me I thought that was a closet, "As open as we are here there are still some things people would rather not let others see," he said. 

"Understood and where do those blinds lead I thought ground floors didn't have balconies?" I asked. 

"They don't," he smirked walked over to the blinds. He opened them revealing a sliding glass door that led out to the main resort and beach, "Ground floor guests get direct access to the river pool and main area. Unlike a balcony you will need the card to reopen the sliding door lock." 

I gasped and walked out the door looking around at the gorgeous setting. The sun was shining warmly and there was barely anyone out yet. A long river pool led all the way around the entire resort with exits around all the points of interest. "Will that be all Madame?" He asked. 

"Oh yes thank you, one moment," I said going to my bag. I pulled out a tip-which would be the only money I actually spent-and gave it to him. He thanked me and left. Everything was paid for in advance even the alcohol. I made sure the lanyard was around my neck before I closed the slider door. 

"I'm in heaven," I said to myself. 

"Not if you don't spray," a member of the staff said holding a sun block can. 

"Oh of course," I said. This was one of those things that they instilled every half hour to guests who spent a lot of time in the sun or pool. I closed my eyes and she sprayed me from head to toe in about three seconds, "I'm guessing you do this a lot," I said. 

"Yes Madame, very much," she said happily going to the next whitest person. I noticed that she started with me because I was the most pale. Whatever, I slid into the cool river pool let myself float around the resort finding that state of bliss that I so desperately came here to get. 

Monday night was Sexy Lingerie night and . . . well let's just say that was my moment to shine. I took in a little too much the first day so by Tuesday afternoon I found that sitting in a beach hammock under the palm trees was the best way to spend my time. After that mineral bath my pores felt amazing, so I just had time to lay around wearing nothing but my sunglasses. 

I heard footsteps in the sand next to me and found a very handsome looking man approach me, "Hey," he said. 

"Hello," I said politely. 

"You know the rule about advances only applies if one of the two doesn't want to," he said. 

"Easy tiger, I'm just here to relax," I said. 

He pursed his lips and walked off, "Hey one sec," I called. 

"What is it?" He asked. 

"I'm a bit tired now, but come back tomorrow night at the earliest alright," I said with my sunglasses tugged down. 

"Count on it," he said walking away with less resignation. 

I took a deep breath, "Might as well do something reckless," I thought out loud. 

"No kidding that guy is hung," Liz's voice said from above my head. 

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked. 

"About a minute, I can't say I blame you this does look like a cozy spot," she said. 

"The hammocks are big enough for two you know," I said. 

"Really? What I mean is you wouldn't mind?" She asked. 

"I actually prefer it, I've shared a bed with my sisters my entire life so having another warm body makes it nicer," I said. She shrugged her shoulders and climbed in with me. "Oh I love being right," I said resting my cheek against her head. 

"Your skin is the perfect temperature Stephanie," she said. 

"That's just because it's nice outside. When it's hot I'm fine unless it's like Death Valley, but I can't handle the cold like some of my siblings can," I said. 

"Really, I guess I wouldn't know about siblings all that well," she said. 

"They can be annoying in fact part of the reason I'm here is because my mom just had another two and I was a wee bit overworked, but imagining my life without them is really depressing," I said. 

"You said you slept with your sisters, how many do you have?" She asked. 

"Nine-oh wait no ten yeah Juliana was just born," I said. 

"Wow your parents must have their hands full with a bunch of girls, no brothers then?" She asked. 




Stephanie



"If only it were that easy, no I have six brothers too," I said. 

Liz was quiet so I looked down at her to find that she was staring at me with her chin on the ground, "Gawking is against the rules Liz dear," I said teasingly. 

"Sorry, damn your parents must get busy," she said sounding impressed. 

"You have no idea, being Anihumans in their past lives made that a little more prominent considering their species," I said. 

"Wait your parents are Anihumans?" She asked timidly. 

"Yes," I answered simply. Liz was suddenly very affectionate; she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her face in my neck, "Are you alright hun?" I asked. 

"I'm one too," she said. 

"You are? Why didn't you say so?" I asked. 

"It's a little depressing to think about because of the manner in which I was humanized," she said. 

"Oh, well you don't have to talk about it if you're uncomfortable," I said. 

"I want to now. I was a Lioness and a very small one at that. I was abandoned as a cub and the scientists found me and I was humanized because I had no family. I was later adopted and my human life has been wonderful, but I always wondered why I was such a carnivorous little girl, why did I go through puberty so damn fast, and why dear god was I so horny all the time? I didn't know because when I was turned I was a baby, so I had to be told all of this when I was about thirteen. They said it was mostly likely because my father was killed in a pride war and I was abandoned. My parents were a little reluctant because they thought that I might want to dehumanize and rejoin a pride, but I couldn't imagine it. I don't even remember what my life as a Lioness was like." I held Liz close as she poured her heart out. "At least it's not as bad as most Anihumans, back in the day there was no way to dehumanize," she said. 

"I'll say, my mother was horrified when she was turned and she was about a sixteen year old human," I said. 

"Tell me about them, do you mind?" She asked. 

"No of course not, my mother was a Black Widow Spider in her past life," I said. 

"What really? That's a little creepy," she said. 

"I used to think so too, but she is the reason we have the venom," I said. 

"The venom?" She asked flatly. I accessed my venom wells-which was hard when I wasn't in danger-and dropped some from my canines to my thumb before rubbing it on the tree. "What are you," she started before the venom oxidized turning it dark metallic purple. "Oh my god," she whispered. 

"For the average mammal getting that in your bloodstream is a one way ticket to death, for those of us who have the venom it's more of a first aid do it all," I said. 

"Well that does explain the blood red eyes too," she said. 

"Yeah we get that a lot, dad was a nineteen year old human. You heard of Zestra?" I asked. She looked very confused, "The dragon planet," I said. 

"Oh yeah, the one that was destroyed," she said. 

"My father was a survivor," I said. 

"Whoa seriously, how did they even humanize him aren't dragons enormous?" She asked. 

"Yeah, but they're not exactly unintelligent. My dad said that dragons had a language and that if he had knew English before he came to earth he would have understood it in his dragon form. The team assigned to him communicated with him when he landed in Antarctica. They told him he could stay if he was humanized. The thing is mom and dad were both the biggest of their species so mom was about 6'7" and dad was 7'6" which is why I'm two inches from being 7 feet tall," I said. 

"Another mystery solved, are all your siblings like this too?" She asked. 

"Yes, most of them are actually taller than me, but not everyone. My sister Renee is the tallest so far standing at 7'4". She's also the only one of us that got both the venom and the fire," I said. 

"Your family is really interesting tell me more this is fun," she said. I told her all about my family, my four girls in particular. 

Towards the end Liz yawned and we were dozing off in the sunset, "I still can't believe we're spending a week here. It's gonna feel a lot shorter than that, but hopefully anticipation will drag it out a bit," she said. 

"Anticipation for what?" I asked. She looked at me lasciviously, "Oh right," I said blushing hard. 

"It's already organized, we even know what room it's going to be in," she said. 

"Not yours," I said. 

"No it has to be a room of someone who isn't participating that way no one can come looking for someone involved later," she said. 

"Smart idea, you've done this before?" I asked. 

"Uh huh, twice before. It's a little awkward at first because there are so many guys, but you learn that double penetration with a dick in your mouth is the biggest turn on ever," she said biting her lip after. I took a shaky breath thinking about it. I'd never even had anal before so the idea of having a cock in my ass at the same time during regular sex was intimidating. 

"Again though no pressure," she's said putting her hand on my face. 

"It's no problem, admittedly it would probably be easier for me because I get so dripping wet," I said. 

"Oh dish really, that's a sexy thought. There's always a designated cum sucker in case someone doesn't like sloppy seconds," she said. Oh my my my this was getting intense just thinking about it. 

"Though I've never actually had anal sex before," I admitted. 

"Wow really, that's too bad. It's really amazing if you do it right, but horrible if you do it wrong. I think maybe you could use Mr. Tiger over there as practice he seems like he knows what he's doing and he's already in on Friday so he doesn't have any diseases," she said. 

I sighed, "This all feels very slutty you know," I said. 

"It's called letting loose, don't do it all the time that would be slutty. I mean you don't think I'm just home fucking all the time. No I'm a phone sex operator so I can get the thrill without the actual sex. Not to mention the pay is incredible that's how I could afford all this," she said. 

"Well I'll consider it, in the meantime let's go to dinner I'm starving." We got up and slid into the river pool swimming over to the main building. 

By Wednesday night I was all but ready for the guy to approach me, so I was sitting in the same place I was when he first did so. By ready I mean that I'd had three dry martinis . . . very dry. 

I was looking out at the ocean after the sun had already set, "Stunning view here isn't it?" A silky voice asked from next to my head. 

"Yes it is," I said looking up at him. 

"I know it's early and I don't want you to feel pressured, but I couldn't help walking over. You look so beautiful in the sunset," he said. I smiled a tiny smile as he flattered me, "You look relaxed so I'll leave you be," he said. 

"I'm Stephanie, what's your name?" I asked before he could leave. 

"James," he said slowly making his way back. 

"Would you join me, there's plenty of space for two," I said. He was a handsome man: about 6'3", dirty blonde, really muscular, and yes quite hung. Right up to par with my brothers and they were all huge. James slid into the hammock with me, "Ooh your skin is warm," I said snuggling with this complete stranger. 

"Stephanie has anyone ever told you how perfect you look?" He asked. 

"Not in so many words," I said flushing. Our faces were angled towards each other, so I let myself go and we kissed. It was simple at first before our lips parted and he dove his tongue into my mouth. My swimming head made relaxing a little easier, but now I also wanted to feel more. The only good sex I ever had was with Renee before she left . . . not that I would ever tell anyone that, but for all intents and purposes I was straight not a lesbian. He took my left boob in his hand and started moving it in circles. I moaned high pitched into his mouth and my body quivered. I ran my hand on his warm chest tracing his hard muscles as I made my way down. We made out harder and he pinched my nipple until it was hard. 

He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, "Keep watch," he said scooting down a bit. I looked around and there was no one near us. It was pretty dark now the only light coming from the main building. I thought keeping watch would be easy until he started sucking on my nipples. My eyes rolled and I ran my fingers through his soft hair. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud and remembered to look around through my swimmy eyes. There was no one around so I took a second to relax before he came up and made out with me again. 

"Now it's your turn to keep watch," I said as deeply as I could. I grabbed his steel hard cock in my hand, "Wholly shit how big are you?" I asked. 

"Nine inches even," he said. 

"Oh fucking seriously?" This man was a godsend. I stroked him more as I made my way down. His cock was at eye level, so I started licking the shaft upwards toward the tip. I did that a few times before I took the whole thing in my mouth. Jessie had once taught me how to suck a dick at least eight inches and I got pretty good to swallowing it balls deep. Our test subject was a very happy boy that night. James was an inch longer and a bit thicker. 

I wanted to do this more so I pulled out with a lush popping noise, "Let's go to my room it's a swim and we're right next to it," I said eagerly taking him by the hand. We made our way briskly to my room while I used to butt to block the sight of his erection. I didn't want anyone else to see it, for at least tonight he belonged to me. I slid my card and opened the slider. We went in and he closed it and the blinds behind us, "Sit on the bed I want your cock in my mouth again," I said eagerly. 

"No I'll lay on the bed and you sit on my face and then I'll put my cock back in your mouth," he said. I nodded and he laid flat on his back, so I climbed on him straddling his face. I didn't waste any time putting his sweet dick back inside my salivating mouth. 

"God your pussy is dripping Stephanie," he said before his hot mouth latched onto it like a leech sucking and lapping. My fists gripped the sheet and I lost focus for a moment before throating him again. Loud nasal moans escaped from my nose and spit flowed as heavily from my mouth to his dick as fluid flowed from my pussy to his mouth. Every suck, lick, and twitch sent me closer until I had to pull off of him. I stroked him with my hand to keep him up, but I shouted loudly when I came for the first time. 

"I'm coming, oh James I'm coming so hard!" he sucked harder not letting a single drop miss his tongue. When I finally stopped he turned around and flipped us over. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he plunged deep inside of me filling my tall body with his generous cock. "Oh god, oh fuck you feel so good. God fuck you're so deep James fuck my cervix," I groaned the last part between gritted teeth between his thrusts. 

He sped his motions, "Stephanie you've got to the wettest and hottest pussy ever. Damn it I don't want to pull out," he said. 

I smiled and put my hands on his face, "Are you cumming already, you can cum inside me I'm on the pill I have been for months," I said. 

"Not yet, give me at least an hour," he said smirking. My eyes widened . . . an hour!? 

Oh finally, "Make me come, fuck me harder!" I begged. He obliged thrusting deep and fast in me until I came for the second time. We changed positions often: I got on my knees next making his cock reach deeper inside me pressing against new spots. He played with my boobs often moving them in circles and he made me come that way until I fell on my front and he made me come that way. We traded so I was cowgirl bouncing and pivoting trying to get his steel all over until he made me come that way. I turned around going in reverse while he wrapped his right arm around my abdomen and his left on my clit . . . coming again. He slid his arms under my legs, sat up pressing his front against my back and we fucked deeper until again I came. I turned around wrapping my legs around him fucking while we sat up making out. I didn't come with that position because before I could he lifted me off the ground and pinned me against the wall knocking my breath away and making me come in that position. I couldn't take it, my body and my pussy were both exhausted and it had been a lot longer than an hour. 

I fell slowly to the ground in a sitting position and rest my back against the wall. "Sorry Jamie, my vagina needs a break," I said. 

"Don't apologize this is the best sex ever," he said picking me up princess style. 

"Right!? I don't know how you're doing it we started at like eight and it's going on eleven," I said. 

"I get off watching you get off, cause Stephanie it's really hot when you get off especially how wet you get when you come," he said. 

"I want to keep going, I want to feel your cum inside of me somehow," I said. He pursed his lips for a moment before he pulled me against his chest. His hands grabbed my ass causing me to squeal. 

"You think?" He asked. 

"I've never done it before," I admitted a little frightened. 

"There's a first time for everything, I'll start and if you feel discomfort in any way we'll stop okay?" He asked. 

Well he did just make me come more times than I could count so he obviously had experience, "Okay," I whispered. He turned me so I was on my stomach and slid between my legs from behind. I expected his fingers, so when his tongue dove into my ass I was a little surprised. "Huh!" I gasped squirming a bit. 

"Relax Stephanie I'm just warming you up," he said softly. He licked and prodded my asshole with his tongue causing the most luscious sensations to course through me. They weren't as sensitive as with my pussy, but they were fabulous. Before too long he slid one finger slowly into my butt. It felt strange, but it didn't hurt it was actually pretty nice. 

"Ooh, that's good. How about some more Jamie?" I asked. He slid his middle finger in too and the sensations doubled. Okay, now I wanted his cock in me. 

"I want you to fuck my ass right . . . now," I begged between breaths. 

"Easy, don't get too eager or this will end before it even starts," he said. I nodded and took deeper breaths. His fingers left and they were replaced with his cock, "Don't move a muscle," he said. 

I nodded, he prodded my butt with his tip gently poking into my drenched sphincter. I relaxed best I could until his tip was completely inside of me. 

"Ooh, you're really thick," I grunted. 

"You want to stop?" He asked. 

"No no, just a little . . . ung, more," I moaned. He slowly, but surely filled my tight ass with his cock. It ached a little at first especially when he started pulling in and out, but after a few minutes the pain was gone and the pleasure took over with a vengeance, "Wholly fucking fuck, god deeper fuck the literal shit out of me!" I shouted. He plowed into my ass with no restraint now causing the most intense feelings of pleasure. My shouts turned to pathetic little airy whimpers. My ass was wet from my pussy having been dripping onto it during regular sex and his incessant licking. There was a rude squishing slap every time he bottomed out in me and I fucking loved it. My pussy felt tighter and my body felt so heavy that within another five minutes I was already coming. 

My ass tightened around him as I came, "Oh god that's what I was hoping for, you're so tight," he grunted. He flipped me over on my back and slid right back into my ass fucking me like a train. I couldn't believe how long Jamie was lasting, I completely lost count of how many orgasms I had. 

At one point we were on our sides, he was behind me lifting my left leg in the air fucking my ass swirling my clit when something very odd happened, "Jamie, I think I'm a having two orgasms," I moaned. 

"I'm cumming too, Stephanie!" he shouted. Our loud voices filled the room as I tightened around him one last time as he filled my ass with his hot cum. 

"Oh it's so hot, I can feel you pumping into me," I moaned. He finally finished and pulled out. I clench a bit so it didn't escape too much. I grabbed my towel and pushed it out. "Oh my god there's so much," I said as his unbelievable load came pouring out of my ass onto the towel. I finally stopped, folded the towel inward and wipe myself a bit. He wiped on his towel and afterwards we fell into each other's arms. 

"I've never come so hard in my whole life," he said. 

"I came more in the last three hours than I did in my whole life tenfold," I said giddily. I propped myself up on my elbow and draped myself over his chest, "Thank you James, I really needed this. I may not have known it, but I did," I said. 

"I know, I could see it in your eyes," he said. I smiled and we kissed some more before falling asleep.

We both knew that this little romance was temporary, but that didn't mean we weren't going to enjoy it for the rest of the week, until Friday night Jamie and I did everything together. We ate, we danced, we swam, and played on teams in volleyball. It was so fun to lose myself in the fantasy. Then Friday night rolled around and my sex life changed forever. James and I twined our fingers together walking towards the designated room. We were going to be there right on time with everyone else. 

"Relax, I've been to an orgy they're really amazing. The girls have their work cut out for them, but they always get an amazing amount of orgasms," he said. 

"Okay, I'm just a little worried about DP," I said. 

"Well not to toot my own horn, but I seriously doubt a lot of these guys are going to be anywhere near as big as me, the average is not nine inches," he said. Well there was that. We knocked on the door in the specific manner and it opened. We walked in and suddenly everyone being nude was taboo. All the guys had boners and the women were all very wet. I don't know why I pictured three girls myself included surrounded by thirty guys, so I was pleasantly surprised when the ratio was seven to twenty. There was a lot of intimidating gear in here: sex cranes, and swings so many men could be on one girl. 

"Oy, this something," I said. 

"Stephanie you came, good get ready to come a lot more," Liz said. 

"Alright it's nine o'clock," the eldest looking woman said sliding into the bed on top of her man, "I can take two more," she said. 

"Three for me," Liz said. 

"Grab her, I'll please some others," I said slapping James' ass. He slid under Liz and into her pussy. 

"I'll take three no DP for me sorry boys, but my boobs are free," a red head said. 

"I can take three too," I said while everyone else divvied up there groups. 

"Mm, girls if you see a man waiting grab his dick in your hand if have enough focus," the eldest said popping off her mouth cock sliding right back on. Three men came for me so I sat on a very large leather sex pad. 

"Alright start one at a time, you lay down," I said to six inches. He did so and I slowly impaled his cock rev. cowgirl into my previously warmed up ass. "Ooh," I moaned. He wasn't huge like Jamie, but his thickness did feel nice. I slid up and down a bit, "Okay thrust away, you climb inside my pussy," I said to seven inches. He wasted no time as he slid into my soaking orifice, 

"Wholly hell girl you're gushing," seven said. I relaxed on six as seven pulled my legs up. They pumped into me deeply and it felt incredible. 

"Oh this amazing," I groaned. 

"Told you so," Liz whimpered happily having a cock spew cum on her face. 

Right, "You mouth," I ordered six and a half inches. "Just pump into it I'll try hard not to bite," I said when he got a little confused. He slid in and I opened my throat until he was all the way down. It was marginally easier to breathe through my nose with six and half. With Jamie it clogged up a bit here and there. 

"Wholly shit you're balls deep man," Seven said to six and half. I was very distracted. I focused mainly on sucking six and a half while the other two gave me my first orgasm of the night and the hardest of my life so far. I screamed against six and half's dick and six plowed deep into me cumming in thick ribbons. That was my favorite part of anal so far was being filled with cum. 




Stephanie: A Very Good Girl



"--like I said, he has a large penis...very large, if you want the truth. We actually measured it, a bit ago: nine and three quarters! And thick, with it. In proportion, I suppose you'd say--big balls...oversize genitals altogether. Have you ever tried to get a two inch thick penis in your mouth?--almost dislocates your jaw. Your teeth dig in! Like trying to suck off some kind of animal, you know? Very veiny shaft, and...brutal looking. I've never seen anything like it..." She blinked, and looked up, her therapist studying her as she spoke. "Should I be telling you this?"

Dr. Alison Bridgford sat back, and smiled faintly. "Why shouldn't you be telling me this?" she countered. "This is sex therapy--I'm a Sex Therapist: says it on the door..."

"Hum," Stephanie conceded, looking slightly embarrassed, now. "Thought I'd...overstepped the mark, as it were."

"Not at all." She smiled, she hoped reassuringly. "You were saying, ah, he was having anal sex with you...in the park?" 

Stephanie nodded, resumed. "Yes," she said. "I told him no, don't, you know, when he was trying to shove it in--told him a dozen times. He loves the old token protests. At least, that's what he regards them as--sometimes they are!--He snorts when you object. Just does what he wants. You can't stop him, really...strong. Just pins your arms--skirt up, no knickers: he doesn't let you wear any, doesn't matter how short the skirt is...he's bought a see-thru mini-skirt for me, you know? Still knickers verboten! See my pubes a mile off." She flicked her blonde fringe out of her eyes. "Anyway, like I said, skirt up, and he's up there--all the way up, mind---he doesn't mess about..."

Alison looked up from her notes. "Surely it must hurt? I mean, doesn't it hurt? With his being...large?"

"Sometimes--saying so never does any good, though. He shoves it in anyway. Most of the time he does lubricate me though, with his, you know--"

"Precum."

"Yes--'glycerin', he calls it. That, with a finger. I have to say he doesn't just ram his...nob up me--not usually, anyway. He takes a minute or two to get it all in, I'm only normal sized." She paused. "Don't know how long for, though...doesn't it, you know, stretch your ringpiece? I worry about crapping myself one day...well, it's occurred to me."

Dr. Bridgford smiled. "Don't think you need to worry about that--the anus--you probably know--has a remarkable elasticity, capacity to shrink back: that's its job, obviously...unless you're overdoing it--that is actually possible, of course. How often do you have it, like that?"

Stephanie's eyes blazed. "How often does he do it to me, you mean?" She looked a little outraged.

Her therapist coloured a little. "Yes, I'm sorry...how often does he do it, to you?" She saw she'd wounded her. "Are you angry with me, saying that?" She gazed at her voluptuous client intently, who seemed not a little uncomfortable in the leather chair, her pink, round thighs making squeaks as she shifted in it.

The blonde's expression softened. "It's alright. I suppose it's not all his fault, is it--not all his..."

"Responsibility," Alison agreed.

"Um. Two to tango." She crossed her legs, and looked up. "He...we...it happens quite a lot, to be honest..."

"Too much, would you say?"

"I don't know. Five times a day, maybe..." She looked quizzical.

Alison's eyebrows lifted. "Five times--that is a lot--"

"Sometimes ten," she blurted.

"Ten? Ten times a day!?" He eyes were wide. She'd been caught a little with that, the mask had slipped slightly. "That's...rather a lot," she said, and stopped herself short. "Do you think it is?"

"Don't know. It's not that many times very often," she qualified. "If that makes sense. I mean, usually it's five. Fiveish...depends where we are. Indoors it's more, as you'd expect...and some of them are only quickies--deposits. Do you think he's obsessed?"

"What do you think?" She paused, then: "How often do you have ordinary intercourse?"

"He doesn't want any pregnancies," she offered. "Not yet. When we get married...he doesn't like condoms, you see." She blinked. "Who does..."

"You don't have vaginal sex at all?" Alison had been surprised. And found herself...curious.

Stephanie looked at her knees. "No," she said quietly. "He doesn't have me that way. Just oral and...backwards." She looked up, somewhat unexpectedly. "Is that unusual? Do you ever get, you know, people, who just do that?" She seemed sort of hopeful, wanting to not be...an oddball.

Her therapist nodded. "Sometimes. It's rare, but not unheard of...how do you feel about it?"

"Most of the time I'm OK with it--sometimes he actually makes me come, doing that to me, when I'm sort of in the mood, you know. Some other times though, he makes me feel like..."

"Yes?"

"Like a bit of fuckbag, to be honest. S'why I've come here--sorry for the language. Like his personal fuckbag..." She stopped, remembering. "The time I was telling you about, when he was having it with me in the park?"

"Yes--in your bottom with those people about? Could get a tad embarrassing..."

"Slightly!" She set herself, inhaled deeply, her heavy breasts filling out the green blouse. Her nipples were projecting. No bra. "We were on our sides, spoons, near the trees," she resumed, "in the shade. There were some people with kids, dogs and that, we could hear them yelling and laughing, some way away...He was doing me in full view, but at a distance. Hundred yards, I suppose..." She pursed her lips, looked at her therapist. "He did it to me for...an hour. He had my skirt--ridiculous skirt, like a cloth belt, really--up my back, his jeans pulled down just far enough, and...his cock--penis--"

"Cock's OK, if you'd prefer," Alison said, crossing her own legs, carefully.

"His cock right up my bum, I mean all of it. Up there...he was going at it, gently but firmly, you know, rythmically, for a few minutes, when..." She looked straight into her. "A group of girls came wandering along--along the tree line. Four. Teenagers, cans of lager. They saw us. I mean, they could see. He didn't stop--no cover up, nothing. I tried to move, I couldn't, he had my arms pinned--as usual! He said, in my ear--" She gazed again at her confidante.
 "He said, stop fidgeting. Jesus, I was crimson, I must have been--I thought I was going to pass out. I felt his free hand--he was holding my left wrist--reach round and release my breast from my blouse, then the other. They just spilled out. I was exposed! My other hand was pinned to the grass by his thigh--I was immobilised--I couldn't cover myself up! Oh  fucking hell, those girls' eyes were boring into my bare breasts, while they jiggled--you know?--to that bastard, steadily working my behind... 
 "As they drew closer I heard one of them say Nice tits. They were having to walk around us by now--they could see everything--everything. They must've been able to see his--his cock, thrusting in and out between my cheeks, as we all stared each other out. In silence. A second later one of them muttered Is he up her arse? Long stares. He is, look--dirty bitch! Then the blonde one said, Us next please, Mister. Hurry up. And a giggle. 
 "Apart from those comments, they just walked past--dawdled past!--in silence, looking at us, with him doing that to me, not missing a stroke, the--" she gritted her teeth, "fucking bastard." She stopped for a breath. "When they'd gone--seemed like an hour--he didn't seem...affected by it--he just carried on, like a machine almost. He did me for another three quarters of an hour, like that..." she looked up, hot faced.

"Did you come, in all that time?" Alison suspected that she just may have left that part out.

Stephanie cast her eyes down, toyed with her skirt hem. "Yes," she said simply.

"More than once?" She eyed her.

"Yes."

"So, notwithstanding the coercion, and embarrassment and humiliation--and anger, you, ah, quite liked it." It was an observation.

"Yes..."

Alison nodded. "Well done. And him? It seems a long...session. Did he come?" Was he able? she thought.

"Yes--inside me. That time, anyway..."

Alison wasn't going to miss that. "What does that mean, that time?"

Stephanie eyed her. "Sometimes...a lot of the time actually, he finishes over my face." She hesitated, then: "When we're in public, he does that, sometimes." She stared at the therapist, almost daring her to object about it.

Which Alison was not about to do. "He finishes--ejaculates, over your face?" No expression. Doctor.

"Mm--is that bad? In my mouth, too, a lot. If I don't open it quickly enough he pulls my hair until I do--doesn't care who sees us. There's a lot of it, too. Sometimes takes--I don't know--half a minute? to finish spurting; goes everywhere, fucking everywhere. You can get drenched in it." She blinked quickly, as if back there. "He makes me walk down the street like that sometimes, covered in it. Have you ever been grocery shopping, covered in a bloke's jizz?" she asked suddenly.

Alison was taken aback momentarily. "Can't say I have," she said, not altogether telling the truth. It had been for shoes...

"Anyway, that's one of his favourites. Nearly always I get to look an inveterate slut--he likes it. Power, you see. S'why I end up feeling like a fuckbag, sometimes. He...he does use me, as a vessel and a fucktoy, but..." She was getting upset a little. "But here's the problem!-- I can't get enough of him, d'you understand? I venerate that...cunt! I--I'm sorry for the language--" Tears started to roll down her cheeks, she couldn't hold it in, suddenly.

"You love him," Alison said. "No matter what." She passed her a tissue from the box on the table.

"Yes--" Her mascara was coming off into the tissue. "I do love him."

"And regardless of his brute act...he does make you come."

"He allows me to come--but when, and where, he feels like it. That's what's so...exciting about it, do you understand? Oh, I think I'll just have to face it--he can do what the fuck he likes to me, no matter how perverted or dangerous." Pause. "He made me suck him in the library a month ago, you know. I mean the Municipal Library, in town. While he pretended to read a book. Then he..." her bottom lip began to quiver, and another tear formed at her eye. "He made me wander around, looking at the bookshelves and that, with his spunk all over me." She blinked in Alison's direction. 

"It was in my hair and eyebrows...dripping off my chin." A dry choke issued from her throat. "There were great gobs of it down my blouse--my black satin blouse, the one he'd told me to wear. There was so much of it! You could smell it--you understand? You should see the looks I get! Hear some of the comments..." She shook her head, wincing. "What do I look like--what does he make me look like: high heels, skirt up to my arse no pants, and a thin blouse, absolutely splattered with his spunk--what must I look like! A mixture of tears, mascara and spunk running down my face..." She stopped, thought for a second. 
"I did--I do look and feel such a whore, but..." She sniffled into the tissue.

"But?"

"I can't lie about it--I'd do it again!" She swallowed, bracing herself, almost. "Even though at the time it seems so...filthy, the things he does to me, or makes me do, I seem to keep going back for more. I--" She stopped, seeming to wait for some assurance, or permission.

"Go on," Alison urged, her face impassive.

"I masturbate sometimes, reliving what he puts me through--and I have such tumultuous orgasms, d'you understand? I've never had such sexual feelings--never. He makes me want to commit violence to my cunt, you understand? He makes me want to commit violence to it, with a huge, cruel, knobby dildo--and in public. He makes me want people to see me being depraved, and perverted. I imagine--I imagine being ritually sodomised by schoolboys, do you believe that? I've never thought things like that before--what's he doing to my brain, Doctor?--I imagine them queuing up to toss off into my hungry slut mouth, and viciously wank myself, as they watch me swallow every drop of their boyspunk..."
 She gazed around the room a second, back to Alison. "Bet you've never had anybody like me in here before...have I disgusted you? It's OK to say--I won't mind." She was red.

The therapist studied her a moment, formulating an important reply. "Do you think you're one of a kind, Stephanie?" She held her steady gaze. "Do you think you're abnormal, or twisted? Do you think that to do, enjoy, talk about such stuff is so far removed from making babies that it must be warped, or wrong, somehow? Why have you been equipped with the requisite apparatus, then? The imagination, the nerve-endings..." She paused, plucking something up inside of her. "I feel I want to reassure you...There's a spectrum, and you are on it." She regrouped her thoughts a second, then: "For example, the public semen soakings--have you considered the possibility that it's to do with belonging? The showing you off, covered in his sperm, I mean?" There, she'd said it.

Stephanie stared blankly. "Not sure what you mean." 

"Well," she took a deep breath, "perhaps his wanting to show you off like that means he likes to let people, the observer, know that you belong to him. Sexually, I mean. To be with him, in public places, where strangers are, covered--or anointed, if you like--with his...spunk! In this context it is spunk--tells the strangers that you belong to him. A kind of scent marking...does that make sense?" She felt hot...

Stephanie mulled that a second. "I've never thought of it like that...never heard of it." She looked inward a second, then her eyes widened: "It rhymes!"

"What does?"

"I must be his--I'm covered in his jizz!"

Alison guffawed, slapping her knee. "So it does," she grinned. "It's, ah," she continued, "it's just a little theory of mine. Not very original, though. How would that be, if he was making you, publicly, his sexual property?"

"I'm not sure," Stephanie returned. "Have to think about that one. Can I take it, then, that you don't necessarily think he's a disgusting degenerate pervert?"

Alison snorted. "In my professional opinion, I think you're a lucky bitch. How's that reply?"

"I like it," Stephanie beamed. "I like it a lot." Her teeth were showing, for the first time in the session. 

Alison put down her pad. "Does he...ever turn it off--the brute act, I mean, when you're with him?"

"Now and again--when he's not in the mood for his...games. The odd time, he comes across as almost...normal--"

Alison laughed again, then Stephanie with her. "Sometimes," she continued, "I even get to direct things--in a very tiny way. Except outdoors, of course--"

"Outdoors he's the boss."

"Yes. Indoors, the odd time, he'll lick me, for me, make me come just for me. He's a very attentive licker, when he wants to be." She blinked. "Still drills my arse with a regularity, obviously--I don't think he can take a break from that, but..." She paused, musing. "When the opportunity for it crops up--not very often, he lets me play, lets me undo his trousers, and lets me suck him on my terms, sometimes when we're sprawled watching TV. And that's nice, I like that. My big fat lollipop." Ske kissed the air. "Those times he doesn't mind if I spill a bit when he comes--there is a lot, I told you. Takes some getting down without dribbling a bit, I defy you.

 "I do try, and I'm getting better. Practice! And if I do lose some I make a point of retrieving it, he likes that. Not a drop must be wasted, if at all possible. He says his spunk is the most valuable substance in the world, you know--and he's right. He's right." She sounded almost beatific, now. "He says I'm a good girl when I do that, lick it up I mean. I am a good girl to do that, aren't I?"

"Yes--you're a very good girl to do that," her confidante intoned. "A very good girl." She was beginning to warm to Stephanie W, as well as being distinctly warmed down below by her.

"Now then..." She dragged her memory. "Yes--did you mention earlier that you used codes, sometimes? I mean, he uses them, to...direct you, is that what you said?"

"Yep. Some of them I dream about--others I dread. Well--not strictly true: used to dread them. Got used to him, now. I accept all his moves, can't not."

"Can you give me an idea, of..."

"How it goes? Simple--he decides, on the spot, what he fancies, and he says the code for it. I have to give it to him--as quickly as humanly possible. Immediate compliance."

Alison found herself at once fascinated. "Oh?" 

"Yes. A Code Seven, for example...would you like to hear about that?"

Yes--I would. "Go on--what's a Code Seven?" She hadn't noticed she was leaning forward in her own chair.

"An impromptu, workmanlike arse fuck. When we're at his house. No preparation, no preamble, nothing. Whatever you're doing at the time, you're to make your way--quickly! Run!--to the kitchen, bend over the table and lift your skirt. If there's anything handy to lubricate yourself with, you have as long as it takes for him to amble into the kitchen. Otherwise, it's hard luck. You're going to get a shafting only for as long as it takes for him to empty his balls."
 It's a transfer, see, plain and simple--from his balls to my asshole. Sometimes--" She looked abashed at Alison, "he can start unloading in thirty seconds. That's what it is--an unloading, a delivery. Then it's pull it out, zip up and back to the TV. Leaving you bent over, shellshocked, and...abused. It hurts, usually, as well, when he's that rushed about it. That's a Code Seven--a no warning spunk deposit, basically. You did ask."

Alison was a little stunned, hid it well. "Have you ever refused? What happens if you say no?" She was intrigued, also.

"Once--won't be doing it again." She was staring at her, a pained look on her face.

"What happened? Did he hit you?" She asked, with concern.

"Worse. Million times worse." She was welling up at the memory. She dabbed her eye with the crumpled tissue.

"What did he do, Stephanie?" She herself was almost at the point of tears, much to her professional alarm.

"No words, no hits," she said. "He...he went and got a glass--a wineglass, from the kitchen...he sat me down on the settee, dropped his trousers, and..." A huge tear was about to roll down her flushed cheek.

"And?" Calmly, Doctor. What did he do?

"He was still at full mast--it stuck out like a dripping...club. Massive, it looked--never seen it so big. He--he wanked it violently in front of me, and a few seconds later he was coming into the wineglass, gout after gout after gout of it--where does he get it all from?!--he'd almost half filled it by the time that thing stopped spurting. He wiped the end on the rim, and then..." She choked down a sob--

"He made you drink it!" Alison found herself blurting out, immediately reddening. Fuck.

"No! He didn't make me drink it--that was what I thought he was going to do. What a fool--what kind of a punishment would that have been anyway!--I swallow that much of his spunk--and more--all the time, and from a glass a few times. No! He--" Her face crumpled as the tears rolled freely down her cheeks. "He zipped himself up, and, my arm in one hand and the spunkglass in the other, he marched me to the bathroom. Then, I had to watch, as he...cere--ceremoniously, tipped it--" Her eyes were wide, like the rabbit in the headlamps. "He tipped the most valuable substance on Earth down--down--down the toilet!"




Stephanie: A Very Good Girl



Alison clamped her hand over her mouth, in anguish.

Stephanie was sobbing openly, now. "He left me there, on the bathroom floor," she managed. "I cried for half an hour--I was bereft, do you understand? I've never felt so--so--discarded." She looked across at her ashen-faced therapist. "Never again. I had to apologise--on my hands and knees. I was apologising to his cock, telling it how abjectly sorry I was, for refusing it admission, even once, do you understand? 
"So when he says Code Seven! now, there's no hesitation, not a hint of reluctance. I keep a tube of KY on that table, ready, now. When he comes into the kitchen he finds me bent over, skirt up, and my well lubed arse stuck out, presented for penetration, like a total, compliant, slut. " She looked into Alison's eyes. "Is that bad?"

Alison exhaled, releasing something. "No," she replied. "No--it's not. It's real." She wanted her to receive her words, not just hear them. "Do you believe me, Stephanie? I hope you do."

"Yes," she said." I think I do."

"Have you," Alison asked finally, "have you given much thought as to why he does that? Code Seven, I mean? Just...injecting you with it?""

She shrugged. "Likes the power. Obeisance." A pause. "Bloke," she added. She looked...open.

Alison decided it could do no harm. She steeled herself. "Could it have been some kind of gift?" 

Stephanie's eyes almost popped. "A gift!? A butthole full of nutcustard is...some kind of gift, did you say?" She looked as though she was about to attack. "How can it be a gift!" she demanded.

"Well," she began, "who decides when...it--the whatever-it-is, is conferred? The giver--or the recipient?" She stopped, gauging Stephanie's attitude. "If it's the recipient who decides when, is it a gift--or more of a...supply?" She was looking at an almost transfixed Stephanie, her jaw set.

"Go on," the jaw said, simply--Get on with doing my head in...

Her therapist continued. "If it's the giver that decides, at a time of his choosing, in a manner of his choosing, then...how can it not be a gift?" She found herself actually grinning, and hoped she wouldn't take it the wrong way... 
She went on. "You said earlier, didn't you, that he doesn't see anyone else--he chose you, no-one else. It's easy to see why he chose you--"

"Why? Why did he, do you think?"

"You know why--you've seen your own reflection in your mirror. You like what you see--fondle yourself, looking at your own body."

"How do you know that?" she shot back.

"Because I do it. Anyone who is as sexually attractive as you does it. How tall are you--five ten?"

"Yes."

"Eleven stones?"

"Round about, yes..."

"And it's all in the right places, Stephanie--just like me. Full breasts, full bottom, full thighs, jiggly in all the right places? It's what makes men stiff, just watching us move around, never mind sexual activity...do you agree with any of this?"

"Yes...I think so."

"You masturbate to your reflection sometimes, stroking your curvy bits, don't you?"

"Yes." She swallowed, not managing to conceal it.

"Yes, we do, don't we. We're not afraid of people seeing us naked, are we--strangers? In a safe environment? There's nothing to be embarrassed about, with the way we look, is there..."

"No," Stephanie admitted. "No, there isn't. We do look good."

"Yes-we-do. We can be...proud. So who has...Whatsisname--chosen to bestow his gift upon, a Miss Average on the street, or an Amazon?"

"I'm an Amazon?" She blinked.

"Yes, you are. You know you are. The way you look, the way you move and the way you...come across, say you are. So, therefore, you..?" she coaxed.

"Therefore...I deserve my gift! He gives it to me! Only me!"

"Yes--you're a Goddess, and he's a God! Probably," she amended, with a grin. "Priapus, at least," was added for levity.

"He is a God," Stephanie conceded, nodding.

Alison shifted in her chair. "Remember what he did to you--what it did to you, when he flushed it down the toilet? You were destroyed by it..."

"Yes," Stephanie had to concur. "destroyed. He flushed it...my--"

"Yours." Triumphant.

"My spunk. My spunk. The most valuable...He flushed it away. That's that, then...Don't want it, eh?" She was filling up. "Then look--there it goes: no more of that, for you, Madam--" She pushed the pathetic, soggy tissue into her face and sobbed. Her therapist reached gently across, touching Stephanie's knee.

A wordless minute later, Stephanie looked up. "I am lucky, aren't I..."

"Told you," Alison smiled, and Stephanie couldn't help but smile too.

"We'll--we'll have to leave it there for today, Stephanie," Alison said, putting away her pen. "I have to ask you, one more thing though, before we wrap up..."

"What's that?" A sniffle.

"For my records, you understand? What's his, ah, full name and address? Where does he live?" Her tongue was playing with her lip.

The toothy grin again. "Not telling you," she said.

END

To be continued...?