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New Horizons

By: si174



Having a marriage of 8 years, full of very satisfying sexual life both for me and for my wife, we had a very exiting experience in our holiday in Rome. My wife who is at her 34, did not even see a real cock except mine until that vacation and was really very curious about it. 

I thought she was right because living in a conservative environment in Istanbul, she had a social life limited to her college only, forbidding any kind of advanced friendship with boys. In her environment keeping virginity to the wedding night was a must. Under these circumstances, I must confess that it was my greatest pleasure to have her untouched and unseen beauties for the first time. 

Having several sexual experiences before marriage for myself, I could never let her continue with her biggest curiosity. So it was a matter of finding the opportunity at the right time at the right place to please my love, and it was in Rome. To see a strange man totally naked, and playing with his tools which was much bigger than mine, was a very satisfying and unforgettable occasion for her. So, we decided to organize such occasions for introducing new tastes to our life. Together, we had planned two different scenarios to play.

My wife has a close friend in her office. She is a 28 year old brunette, a little shorter than my wife (approximately 158-160 cm), her breasts are of normal size (but much smaller than my wife’s huge DD size), and her hips are much bigger (like an average Turkish lady).

She always talks intimate matters with my wife, so we new that she was still a virgin waiting for her husband. I asked my wife to convince her for a threesome, and tell her that she could stay a virgin if she wants. 

She was very excited when she heard the proposal, but said that she had to think again and will reply when she thinks she is ready.

So, while waiting for her we decided to play the second alternative : we thought that to take the virginity of a young boy would be a great idea, but we had to find the right boy and safety conditions for ourselves. The place was chosen as a room of one of the biggest five star hotels in the city. 

One afternoon I left my office early and went to one of the best level high schools in the best neighborhood. After the school was over the boys were on their way home, and I followed two boys until they were separated from each other. I approached the more baby faced one, stopped him and told him that I was conducting a survey on young people. The first question was whether he was a virgin and he said yes, he just turned eighteen and dying to try. Then I told him that I could give him a chance, a very safe one, and nothing to be afraid of. It was easy to convince him especially after telling him it was free. The only condition was to keep it as a secret for good, and he accepted. I asked him to come to the hotel next Saturday and call me from the lobby telling the receptionist he was my nephew.

We checked in the hotel in the morning to spend our weekend. We were both very excited for the experience waiting for us. To describe my wife, I can say that she has a really very beautiful baby face, 166 cm tall, and 37-54-35 body. Her very big DD size breasts are not as firm as they were, but I also love them this way especially when they swing and bounce with her moves, she has big pink aureoles and big nipples when sucked, and she has a little celluloid on her hips but the size and shape is really perfect.

In the afternoon, at about ten minutes earlier than we agreed the boy called the room and said that he wanted to come upstairs, but had a big problem. Being an eighteen year old virgin boy, he could not hold his mouth and told our secret to three of his friends at his age. The next question was whether he could also bring them upstairs. Our excitement suddenly multiplied and we agreed simultaneously with my wife.

She was wearing one of her mini skirts, without stockings and her open high heels (I forgot to tell about her perfect feet in red pedicure). She had her black small g-string only with a thin stripe on each side. Her bra was also black which supported her big soft breasts from the bottom but left the upper part open. She was wearing a white shirt with three buttons open to reveal her excellent deep cleavage to the boys.

I took all of them in the room and we introduced ourselves (with fake names of course). All four boys were at their eighteen, they just started to grow some hair on their face, and were hardly breathing. All were impressed by my beautiful wife but had difficulty to look at her due to their embarrassment. All of them were virgin and jerking off by watching porno pictures, was their only sexual activity so far.

My wife asked if they had cleaned themselves before coming, and when they said yes, she asked them to sit down on the floor after they took off their clothes except their pants.

With red faces they obeyed her without any objection. Their bodies were also as hairless as a lady. I understood that, seeing them so fresh and untouched turned my 34 year old lady on immediately and incredibly.

Then she said that the show of their lives was starting and they would never forget it. She first stood in front of them to show her beautiful feet and suntan legs under the mini skirt for a while, and it was enough to create a bulge in their panties that all were trying to hide with embarrassment. 

She pulled her skirt up with slow movements and asked them to touch and hold a woman leg for the first time, now there were 8 hands that were touching, caressing and holding her both legs and feet. 

Boys were paralyzed by this first experiment, they all played with her feet and legs and also kissed them maybe a hundred times. She asked one of them to stand up and open one of her shirt buttons. After three of them opened one button each, the shirt was open and the fourth one took the shirt off her beautiful shoulders. Now they were all looking at her bust, bra and cleavage. She turned around herself several times also to show her back to them.

Then she knelt down in front of them and asked them to touch her belly and back but not her breasts yet. They obeyed and gathered around her on the floor. Now all of them were on their knees and my wife was in the middle of four boys. 

Again there were eight hands around her waist, on her back and on her belly. Her belly was still smooth but a little soft after one birth, with a small and very sexy belly button. They played on this allowed area for about ten minutes also kissing her every centimeter square and licking her belly button. Some of them attempted to touch her big tits in the meanwhile but she stopped them. She then stood up and asked one of them to open the clips of her mini skirt. Then the boy next to him was asked to open the zipper. The other two boys were luckier because they had to take off the very tight skirt off her hips. Now they saw the real flesh of a woman ass for the first time in their lives and just in a few inches distance, under her g-string. The skin of her ass was white compared to her bronze legs and body, because of the small bikini she was wearing on the beach. 

This time pussy was forbidden to touch and boys were asked to play with everything under her bra level. Not difficult to imagine, all of them were focused on her soft inner thighs, her attractive ass, and her celluloid hips. They caressed, hold, squeezed and kissed the lovely parts of my wife for minutes. I was also hardly breathing by watching these in the meanwhile. The boys were thoroughly lost and concentrated in their activity only. There were eight hands and four mouths on my wife’s body and all for the first time on a woman anatomy.

After my wife thought it was enough for this section, she asked them all to sit down on the floor again but selected one to stand, she turned her back to all of them and raised her arms up in the air to the highest position. She then told the boy to open the clips of her black bra. He did and sat down beside his friends. She asked me to take out her bra, and I also obeyed her order. Now four boys and I was watching her body from behind while she only had a black g-string on her. Her very big breasts were partly seen from behind because her thin body is not able to hide her DD cups. She started to turn back slowly when the heartbeats of the boys were heard in the silence of the room.

When she completed her turn her arms were still up in the air, to show her big and soft tits in an upper and more attractive position. This was another first in their lives to see real woman breasts and in such a close distance. She sat on the bed and assigned two boys for each tit, and told them that it was free to play with them. Boys were so crazy that one of them squeezed her left breast too hard and made her scream by the pain. She said that who does it again would be out of the game without mercy. The boy apologized and all of them started again. On her right tit, one was holding it by two hands and the other was licking and sucking her areola and nipple. On her left tit, which is slightly bigger than the other, one boy was playing with the nipple by pulling and caressing it and the other was kissing the huge breast all the way round. This section continued for about fifteen minutes with all possible combinations also exchanging the tits by the two teams. 

When my wife announced the end of this section, What I saw was her big breasts now lying down, their skin in red because of being played by 8 hands and four mouths, and her nipples erected incredibly in the middle of their big areolas. Then she said it was forbidden to touch her tits for a while because they were very tired of being squeezed, and she hold them with her hands to keep them in straight position, knelt down and asked two of the boys to suck and lick her nipples only. Each boy took one nipple in his mouth and sucked like crazy. This continued with the other two boys also.

Then she sat on the bed again and gave one of her legs to each team of two. This time they were ordered to kiss, lick, and suck her pretty and pedicured feet. One boy was kissing and licking her foot when the other was licking her fingers, for both feet.

When this was over, she wanted the boys to stand up and stay in line. She always loves to suck my nipples and now it was the boys’ turn for that. She sucked the fresh and small nipples of all the boys one by one. It was a great feeling for them, and just a start. Their white panties were in tent shape and all wet.

She sat down on the bed again and all the boys turned their back to her in the standing position, by her order. She asked them to take off their pants. In seconds my wife and I were able to see four young asses, all very smooth, without any hair and very attractive. They not only attracted and turned on my wife, but also me. I sat beside my wife and we started to caress their cute asses together. The boys did not realize whose ass was touched by whom, but it also contributed to their pleasure. My wife also kissed them and squeezed them hard. She then started to lick between their ass cheeks, close to their holes.

Then she told them to turn slowly. We saw four young, fresh, and untouched cocks which were exposed to a woman for the first time. I knew that this thought was driving my wife crazy.

Surprisingly, one of them had a tool bigger than my 5 inch cock. One had something around my size, and two of them had shorter and thinner cocks than mine. All of them had very few pubic hair around their cocks and completely bald balls. 

My wife told me that she ordered all the men in the room to undress and I was no exception. When I was naked, the three boys started to make compliments to their big sized friend after comparing his member with mine and seeing he was bigger, the boy was in red face soon. My wife took all of us in the bathroom and put the boys in the bathtub. Knowing that they were ready to explode, ordered them to jerk off. Looking at my wife who had just a black g-string, and her big breasts swinging, they exploded one by one in seconds. My wife asked them to take a shower and comeback to the room. We waited in the room for some minutes and they came back with limp dicks. Two of them who were smallest were hiding their cocks, and when my wife told that nothing should be hidden, they removed their hands with embarrassment. What we saw was two small button sized cocks with no more than half inch length.

My wife started with them first, by pulling them out and putting both in her mouth together. She had to try for approximately five minutes to erect them again, in the meanwhile the others were also rock hard. She showed all of her expertise on blow job on all of the boys one by one. She could not get all of the biggest one completely in her mouth although she managed the other three. The boys were really mad by having this unbelievable treatment by a 34 year old married woman in front of her husband.

Then she stopped and told them that the next step was to see the first real pussy in their lives and that they can be sure it was one of the most beautiful pussies they would ever see in the rest of their lives (and I believe in every single word she said). 

She stood up and turned her back to the boys, opened her legs wide while she was still wearing her high heels, and started to pull her g-string slowly down her hips. What they saw was really magnificent : Two big breasts swinging on the top, a thin waist, perfectly shaped hips, long legs open wide, beautiful feet in high heels, and her small panties just above her knees. She asked me to help her g-string out, and I took it off.

As she loves to tease the boys, she turned back very slowly and when completed her move, four young boys could see the most secret part of body that was saved for me and supposed to be used by me only. It was a great pleasure to see the young boys shocked.

Her sweet pussy was totally shaved as always (this is also a tradition of Turkish women always to be shaved, hairy pussy is a feeling of dirtiness for the women. - I like this tradition very much).

Then she said that she was going to give a lesson on woman anatomy. She opened her legs as wide as possible and put one of them on the chair, keeping the other on the floor. All 4 boys came close to her and sat down on the floor. Then the lesson started and she showed the clitoris, inner lips, outer lips, the inside by opening as much as possible, and even her asshole which still was a virgin.

She also told them how a cunnilingus must be made without hurting a lady’s most important and sensitive part. She was unbelievably self confident and as authoritative as a school teacher, and this was driving me crazy.

Then before they start the application, she asked me (as an assistant) to show them a perfect cunnilingus. She was laid on the bed, her ass to be on the edge, and I asked two of the boys to hold, separate and lift her legs. I took a 69 position over her so that the boys had the best view very close to her crotch. I showed them how to suck the clit, lick the lips and shove the tongue to the most joyful hole that is created for men, and without hurting this beauty. Since my wife’s pussy is very sensitive to pleasure, it is also sensitive to pain, and that is what she hates. So I asked the boys to be very careful.

In the meanwhile she was wet like a fountain. The boys started oral sex in order. Then I decided to multiply her pleasure and placed one of them in my previous 69 position to play with the pussy, another one to stay under her to lick her asshole, and two for sucking the tits that were lying on both sides of her body. I was holding her legs and she had her biggest orgasm ever, with repeated shocks several times that never happened before. She asked for five minutes without touching her pussy, and the group continued on her tits and her asshole in a rotating order. She then wanted all the boys to take doggy position with their cute fresh asses up. She started to lick the first boy’s asshole and balls while shoving her finger to the next one’s ass hole with slow moves. It was another great view to see her red fingernails and long fingers in and out of the bright ass of a young boy. This section continued until each boy tasted everything.

Then the next anatomy lesson was the real thing, the greatest pleasure on earth for men and women. 

Being the assistant, I was chosen to show them everything. To reveal the maximum view, I was at the bottom and she was on top of me, but her back facing me so that the boys could see her shaved pussy completely while taking my 5 inch completely inside her. She slowly sat on me and first the head of my cock disappeared. She was also telling the boys what happened to the head and what is next. There was a deadly silence and their eyes were wide open. She moved slowly down my small shaft until it was totally disappeared in her cave. After repeating up and down few more times, I had the earliest come of our marriage, without satisfying her.

She immediately asked the boy with the biggest cock to take my position, and he did. Now I was also watching together with the other 3 boys. 

Thinking that in our Rome experience she did not have the intercourse, it was the first time for my wife to take a different cock in her lovely pussy. It was also the first time for the cock to enter the pleasure hole of a lady, so it was great to watch it.

She did the same thing and slowly sat on his cock, the head was covered immediately. When it was time for the rest, her pussy showed a little resistance, I think because her size was modified by my small cock for 8 years and when a larger one was penetrating it needed a period of warm up. As her hole was the wettest I ever saw, the resistance was overcome easily and she could also made a longer and thicker cock disappear in herself. She stopped for a while when she took it completely, we could see her bald pussy touching his bald balls-another great view. I asked herself how it was to feel something deeper in herself with a full pressure inside, and she could just say “great” with her eyes shut. Then I asked two of the boys to hold her big breasts that were now lying to the sides of her body since her position was like an arch to the back. She started to move along the big shaft up and down and her big breasts were bouncing in harmony although two boys were trying to hold and suck them. She stopped after some moves because she was tired, and came to a missionary position, one of the boys and I lifted her legs and the big shaft entered my lady’s beautiful love hole again, after a few moves her hips started shaking which was the sign for her upcoming second orgasm, she completely lifted her hips up with very fast circles and the celluloid on her hips were trembling like jelly. Her orgasm started again and continued with smaller aftershocks. When she stopped, the boy started faster and he came inside the hole that once belonged to me. After he was out I saw somebody else’s semen inside her for the first time, which was mixed with mine. 

After letting her recover for a while she called the second boy whose cock was at my size. 

This time I asked her to make it doggy style and she accepted. The boy hesitated for a moment and asked me if it was possible to clean the semen inside her before he enters, and I said no.

He could not find the way at first and my wife asked to have the missionary position again because it was her easiest and widest open up. But I wanted to see her in that position and told her that I would help him. I took the boy’s cock in my hand and shoved it into my wife’s hole slowly, than hold his ass cheeks and pushed them back and forth. This is always my favorite position to watch the big breasted women and my wife’s big and soft tits started to move very fast, drawing circles in the air and spanking on her body. I asked two of the boys again to hold her breasts and they started to squeeze those two big and soft tits with great care this time. Then the boy came and he also sent his hot semen inside her the third time. 


New Horizons



Pete always was very open sexually speaking. "Don't knock it if you haven't tried it" was his watch-phrase when it came to sex. Being alone in a faraway land had just emboldened him a little more.

Lately Pete had found himself fascinated by transsexuals whose pictures he'd seen on the Internet. It was beyond his reasoning how a beautiful woman with a pair of real tits also had a cock between her legs. Some of the shemales were absolutely gorgeous and exuded sexiness. But Pete only fantasized about them because he had no idea where to find them.

Pete had to admit he often wondered what it would be like to hold a cock in his mouth and taste its come on his tongue. He felt no attraction to men though, only a desire to make love to their manhood. Make love in every manner possible, in the mouth and in his ass. He wanted to hold it in his hand and give it the utmost pleasure. If he could just find one that wasn't attached to a man, then his fantasy would be complete.

He had practiced with a dildo and found it pleasing but no substitute for the real thing. His fiancee had used her fingers on his ass, which he found thoroughly delightful (just like everything else she did to him), and had tasted his own semen on her lips and face. He loved the taste and one day wanted to lick her pussy clean of a man's come. But he wanted to be the direct recipient too. To have her lick his lips clean of come.

Such is fantasy. The desire for cock was strong, but not the desire for what it was attached to. Pete often fantasized about drinking come while being fucked in the ass when he masturbated.

But fantasy was all it came to. Then one day he overheard a co-worker talking about walking into a bar called "The Tranny". Pete wasn't listening to intently until he heard the man say that it turned out to be a transvestite club and some of the trannies had real tits. Pete couldn't believe his ears. Only an hour away was a bar that held the key to unlock his fantasies. He couldn't believe his luck.

Right away Pete started thinking of how he would get there. He couldn't come right out and ask where the bar was located, but he did know the general area. He also had to be careful not to be seen going to the club. He couldn't afford any labels other than "Red-blooded, Heterosexual, American Male". His profession allowed nothing less. If he was to pull this off he had to be very careful and plan well. Being caught was not an option.

The first part of the plan was to go barhopping with his co-worker, John. Pete and John were just passing acquaintances, but John seemed to be a likable enough guy. John apparently had a very active nightlife and Pete used this as a premise to approach him. Having never been to the city where his goal was, Pete asked John to take him there sometime. John readily agreed and they made arrangements to go Saturday night.

On the prescribed night John picked Pete up around 8. Pete hadn't preened too much since he knew his objective would not be complete tonight. He was only performing a reconnaissance to find his objective. The final stage of his plan would happen at another time. He dressed well enough to make it seem he was on the hunt tonight, when in reality he was hunting for nothing. He didn't want to draw too much temptation to him. After all, he was still very turned-on by beautiful women and had no desire to have any woman besides his fiancee. None could compare, no matter how beautiful.

Pete made small talk during the hour-long drive. Like himself, John was divorced, and like Pete used to be, lived the real wild life. John was a really nice guy and Pete hoped John found the same happiness he now felt. Pete knew all too well the loneliness of the single life.

When they had reached their destination, John and Pete started hitting all the bars. It seemed that every one of them had women who knew John. He seemed to be extremely popular down there. The women were all very friendly and Pete made small talk with many of them in order to keep up pretenses, but had no interest in any of them.

After several hours of drinking, a heavily buzzed Pete made the suggestion to go to The Tranny as a hoot. He explained that he had never seen anything like that. John readily agreed and the two headed off.

As it turned out they were only a few blocks from the bar, which sat in an alleyway, hidden from the main strip. When they walked in Pete saw a very well kept, seemingly high-class, establishment. Everywhere around him was beautiful women and only a handful of men. The women wore very revealing clothing, showing their full womanhood.

Pete had a hard time believing these were actually men, and said as much to John. John quickly admitted to their beauty, but added that they were all men. He said that one time he was here he actually saw one at the urinal and therefore knew he was a man.


This last statement caught Pete off-guard since he had understood that John had only accidentally came here and had quickly left. Pete asked how many times John had been here and he admitted that he frequented the bar.

As they got drinks Pete wondered if John shared his fascination with transsexuals. Just then a woman walked up and gave John a big kiss and hug. John did nothing to stop her and introduced her as Lisa. This removed all doubt as to John's reasons for visiting this place.

Pete was a bit nervous, but the alcohol was quickly removing hi inhibitions. As the three of them sat at a table another woman came over who Lisa introduced to Pete as Faye. Unlike Lisa who was a tall blond with a large bosom, Faye was a petite oriental with smallish tits and prominent nipples. Pete was immediately taken with her and asked her to join them.

Faye wore a tight mini skirt that accentuated her shapely legs and ass. Her blouse was virtually see-through and her dark nipples were easily visible. Her hair was long and black. Her face was extremely beautiful and Pete once again found himself having trouble believing that this was in any way a man.

Faye was repeatedly touching Pete's knee as they spoke and finally her hand rested there. Pete liked her touch and asked her to dance. Slow, sensual music was playing softly in the background as Faye rose and led Pete to the dance floor. John and Lisa had already been dancing for several minutes and were now very much into each other.

Pete placed his arms around Faye and she responded by pushing her body against his. He felt his manhood grow as Faye ground her hips into his crotch. His hands reflexively went to her ass and before long they were inside her panties, caressing her bare ass. He then felt her tender lips on his neck. He couldn't wait any longer. He looked down and their lips met. They kissed for what seemed an eternity, tongues intertwined, exploring each other's mouths. When their lips finally parted he realized that they were no longer dancing, having stopped at some point during their kiss.

Pete's knees felt weak and he led Faye back to the table. He was out of breath from their passionate kiss, his first with another man. He somehow felt strange about it, but at the same time liberated. He had found what he was looking for.

Back at the table she leaned into him, letting his arm go around her. Her leg was propped up across his and his free hand was resting on her upper thigh. They alternately kissed and talked and looked into each other's eyes. Every kiss brought Pete's hand higher on Faye's sexy leg. Her legs were very smooth and inviting, and she offered no resistance.

It didn't take long for Pete's hand to find the top of her leg. He still wasn't sure what he was going to find there, and at this moment really didn't care. He started to tremble slightly as his hand confirmed that he indeed was with a man. First his hand found Faye's balls then her erect penis under the silken panties.

Faye must have sensed Pete's apprehensions and she told him it was okay if he wanted to stop. He responded by giving Faye's cock a gentle squeeze before starting to caress it. Faye sighed heavily and once again their lips were joined together.

As they kissed passionately, Pete's fingertips lightly massaged Faye's hardness. Faye broke their kiss and suggested to Pete that they go to her place. Pete let John know not to worry about him and he and Faye went out the door. Faye flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address as they got in. Pete placed his hand on her thigh, but allowed himself to cool down a bit from the heat in a bar. He wanted the night to last.

The ride was about 15 minutes. In that time, Pete was alternately excited and scared. Excited by the prospect of living out his fantasy and scared by not knowing how he would react at the moment of truth. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to perform for this beautiful creature. It was a chance he would have to take.

As soon as the door was closed they were in each other's arms. They had come here for one purpose and neither felt the need to waste time with more drinks and small talk.

Pete pulled the clingy skirt off Faye and removed her blouse, leaving her with only her panties. Pete could now see the outline of Faye's hardening cock. She took his hand and led him to the bed where she slowly undressed him. As every piece of Pete's clothing came off Faye kissed and nibbled him. When all his clothes were off she gently started kissing the head off his cock.

As she took his length in her mouth, Pete positioned himself to pull Faye's cock out of her panties and started gently stroking it. It was very hard just as Pete's was, but not quite as big. It was beautiful and felt good in Pete's hand. He urged her hips towards his face, and for the first time in his life, he wrapped his lips around a cock.

His tongue ran along the underside of her cock as he took it deep into his mouth. He held it all the way in his mouth, as his tongue tasted every bit of it. Pete could taste the pre-come as he cupped Faye's balls. Slowly he started pumping his mouth up and down the shaft; the same way he liked his sucked.

By now Faye had stopped what she was doing and laid back to enjoy the blowjob she was receiving. Pete took his mouth off her then slid his lips up and down the underside of her cock then gently sucked on her hairless balls. His hand continued working her shaft before he wrapped his lips around it again.

Faye's breathing was becoming heavier and he felt her body slowly tense up. Her cock became harder and Pete finally received his reward for a job well done. He tasted her come shooting into his mouth across his waiting tongue. He was in heaven. He loved the feeling and the taste and he continued sucking her off until he had milked her dry.

As soon as her orgasm had subsided, Faye began softly sucking on Pete's cock again. Her mouth was hot and moist on him and it was obvious that her tongue was quite used to doing this. It didn't take long for Pete to shoot his load into Faye's hungry mouth. She milked him the same way he had done her.

They lay in each other's arms kissing and caressing each other for a long time. Pete thoroughly enjoyed this new sensation, this new experience. The experience planted in his fantasies by his lovely fiancee. He would have to thank her properly the next time they were together.

He felt Faye's cock starting to rise against him and decided it was time to take the next step. Pete laid her on her back and got between her legs. He sucked her to full hardness and ensured she was well lubricated with his saliva. When he was satisfied that all was ready, Pete straddled Faye's hips and with his hand placed the head of Faye's cock against his ass. Slowly he started pushing himself down onto Faye. He let out a groan when her cock finally popped into his ass.

Pete held that position to allow himself to become accustomed to this new invader. As soon as his muscles relaxed, Pete started allowing Faye farther into him until her whole length was inside him and his full weight was on her hips. Pete started rotating his hips in slow circular motions. The sensation inside him was unbelievable and his body started trembling.

He bent over Faye's lithe body and began kissing her deeply. As their tongues intertwined Pete began moving his ass up and down on Faye's cock. He squeezed his muscles on her with each down stroke, relaxing them on the way up. Pete's head was spinning from the sensation. His cock at the same time was rubbing against her stomach, leaving a trail of slick pre-come in its path.

They fucked like this for what seemed like hours when Faye started tensing up. Pete picked up the pace sensing that she was ready to come. In no time her hips started thrusting upwards and she shot into him. The hot come in his ass was too much for him to handle and he shot his load all over Faye's tummy and tits. They lay against each other until she fell out of him. They fell asleep in each other's arms completely spent.

When they awoke in the morning she bathed him completely, and after she had cleaned herself they began fucking and sucking each other for the rest of the day. Then Pete had to go. On the way out he promised to stay in touch; a promise he intended on keeping.



New Horizons



As I rang the front doorbell of the large Georgian house on that Friday evening I felt tired. It had been a long day and I was in no mood to be given a lecture on computer skills by my friend, John. We had arranged to meet up after work one evening at his place to run through some graphic software packages that were giving me grief. I was new to digital photography and as John was an IT wizard and working with digital pictures all the time, it was the perfect opportunity for me to get some pointers on how to use my new camera with my PC.

That was the theory. Truth was however, the week had taken its toll and I was worn out and just wanted a drink and some relaxation. As I stood at Johns door I could hear the sound of heals on the tiled hallway. It must be Julia, John’s wife. She opened the heavy door and greeted me with her usual warm smile. She had also just finished a long week in her office and judging by the large G and T in her hand was in the mood to relax.

“Hi Jim. John will be home later but shouldn’t be too long so come on in.”

I followed her through the spacious tiled hallway to the lounge. “Fancy a drink?” I thanked her and asked for a vodka tonic. As she walked through to the kitchen to prepare my drink I watched her. Julia is probably around 45 and of average height. This evening she appeared taller in her heels. A well-kept woman looking good for her age, she looked spectacular in her work clothes. A sheer white blouse and fitted skirt stopping just above her knees. Her figure had the fullness that only mature women carry whilst retaining an elegance that younger women struggle to achieve. The fullness of her breasts accentuated by the sheerness of her blouse and the white lace of her bra revealing itself where it touched.

She returned with my drink, momentarily breaking my train of thought, but only momentarily. As she placed the drink on the coffee table in front of me she flicked her highlighted bobbed hair from her eyes and caught me briefly gazing at her breasts. I quickly looked away and complimented the pictures on the wall. They were mainly photographs by John, several urban black and white shots and a couple of portraits of Julia. The portraits were not the cheesy wedding style shots but stylishly taken natural light pictures taken candidly but perfectly capturing Julia’s beauty. “Johns passion” she told me, “natural light, and black and white.”

“They are very good. Particularly the portraits,” I told her. She sat down at the coffee table and crossed her stockinged legs. Whilst sipping from her drink she told me that John particularly enjoyed photographing the female form, and that she found it quite erotic, not the porn kind of stuff on the web, tasteful well lit one offs. I agreed, “It is wonderful the way a good photographer can capture in one picture the passions that feed the mind, without resorting to a graphic series of images which tend to look stilted and choreographed.” She was impressed. “A woman does not need titillation like that. Just that special hint of something. It allows space for the mind to explore.”

I could only sit and admire this woman. Elegant, mature, and with clear views of sexuality and the power of the mind. My admiration was starting to become obvious as I kept glancing at the crossed legs and the way one foot curled around the calf of her other leg. Again I was snared. A smile crept to her lips as she knowingly let the heel of a shoe slip, leaving the shiny leather dangling from her elevated toes.

“What is it that turns you on Jim? Are you a tits’n ass kind of man, or am I being too open?”

“Not in the least Julia. It is usually subtle things that arouse me. The weight of a woman’s breasts within fabric is one. The tension a bra causes on a woman’s back. Loose flowing cotton over naked skin.” 

“All very heterosexual. All very female orientated then,” she interrupted.

“Well….”

“So the sight of a turgid cock with its purple head and almost exploding veins does nothing for you?”

At that point there was the sound of the front door closing. John was back. “Julia. Julia I’m home.”

“We are in here,” Julia called.

John came into the room carrying a battered messenger bag and wearing his usual flared denims and leather jacket over a white T-shirt. 

“Hi Jim. How goes it? I see Julia is looking after you.”

“Good John, very good. How was your day?” I replied.

“Oh the usual stuff. Deadlines and more deadlines… Pour me a drink love. We will be through in the study. Come on Jim its through here.” John strode back into the hall, kissing Julia fully as he went.

I followed him, still partially stunned by Julia’s last comment to me.

John’s study was adjacent to the lounge and large. A sofa sat along one wall whilst a huge desk sat in the opposite bay window. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them pictures of Julia. On the desk sat a powerful looking Mac with a large flat screen. At the desk were a couple of chairs. 

“Sit down Jim,” John said pointing at one of them. I walked towards the desk whilst taking in the pictures.

“So what is it you are having problems with Jim?” John asks me.

“Well its mainly Photoshop.”

“Not a problem any more. I am your man,” he replies throwing his leather jacket over the back of the other chair and firing up the Mac. 

Whilst this is going on Julia has returned with John’s drink and a top up for me. I cannot help but notice that her blouse has been unbuttoned a little further than it was previously. The angle of her reaching has caused it to gape and reveal. I could only stare, captivated, and uncomfortably aroused. This woman was teasing me to an extent that would become too obvious too soon.

“I think I will take a bath John. You boys are OK with that aren’t you?”

“Fire ahead babe,” John replied. “We are fine. I am going to work through a few pics with Jim.”

John tapped a few keys on the Mac and opened up Photoshop. “So what do you find tricky?”

“Well it’s tweaking my pics really. When white is too white and black is too black. No detail, you know?” I replied.

“Gotcha. You want to sort out the exposure. I’ll open a few pics and we can play around a bit.”

John scrolled through some files and opened up a photo of Julia. I will never forget that picture. It was a waist up shot and all she was wearing was a beautiful white bra. The fullness of her breasts pressing against the fabric. All the while John was telling me technical aspects of the shot and I was not hearing a word. A few clicks later and I was seeing a full frame close-up of one breast. The detail was fantastic. The texture of Julia’s nipple was visible through the lace of the bra.

“………You are not listening Jim!” John said loudly.

“I am so sorry John. It is just that the pic. is so good…. I was taken away.”

“I can see that Jim!” he replied looking down at my crotch. “ Let me put on a little slide show for you. Maybe that will get it out of your system!” With that he quickly typed a few commands and immediately the screen darkened and then flickered to life. The pictures changed every ten seconds or so. It was a series of pictures depicting Julia undressing. It was really erotic stuff. Not over the top, just sexy shots of a mature woman. That was until the next photo! The camera view had widened and panned. Two guys were sitting on a sofa naked. Both of them had large erections. What made the scene really provocative was that one of the guys was holding the others cock. It was then that I realised that the guy being held was John! Not only that, it was taken in this very room! My heart was racing and my cock was solid. I looked over at John. To my amazement he was holding his cock, and what a cock! As I watched he began removing his clothes, standing and letting his jeans fall to the floor.

“You are welcome to join me Jim. In fact Julia will be back soon and she will be so disappointed if things haven’t started hotting up.”

“Are you sure John? I mean this seems like a dream”

“Just get naked Jim. Not shy are you?”

“Not at all.” I responded gazing at John’s now rampant cock. The large purple head was totally engorged and a pearl of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I quickly dropped my jeans and kicked my shoes off. The sudden freedom allowed my cock to fully harden and start bursting from the tight foreskin. As I removed my T-shirt, in that moment of blindness, I felt a hand on my cock. The T-shirt gone, John was standing close and loosely holding my oozing hardness. As I watched, John gently ran a finger around the head of my cock and caught a dribble of pre-cum. He slowly massaged the juice into his left nipple and then licked his finger clean. Our two cocks were now gently bouncing off each other, duelling and blending the free-flowing fluid. I lowered my head and brought my lips to the nipple, tasting myself.

Unbeknown to John and myself, Julia had returned. She was standing by the sofa wearing exactly the same white underwear that she had worn in the pictures. It dawned on me that all of this was a plot. I was a willing participant in a fantasy. More than willing!

Julia slowly sat down on the sofa, and without saying a word lay back and slipped a hand inside her panties and guided a finger to her clit. John took hold of my cock again and led me towards her. Standing at her feet, John pressed me down to my knees by my shoulders. I needed no more guidance. John’s cock was alongside my head whilst I watched Julia’s frantic fingers. I turned my head slowly and took John into my mouth. An almost silent gasp came from Julia as I held John firmly with my lips. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine as I went to work. I perched on the edge of the sofa and slowly but urgently rose up and down on the shaft of Johns cock. Julia’s elbow nudging me as she slid her slender fingers through the wet groove of her pussy. I watched as I sucked on John. His head was thrown back in his approaching orgasm. I took John from my mouth and wanked the solid manhood. Julia had pulled down the fabric of a cup of her bra and was pulling her nipple between her fingers, her other hand still doing their own magic. I could feel the solidness of Johns cock start to intensify, and his balls had tightened. Julia could sense his imminent cum and arched her back to greet it. With a firm long pull on John’s cock I could tell he could hold on no longer. With a deep groan John’s cock erupted, a violent spurt of cum arced through the air and fell on Julia, some on her bra but most on her exposed breast. A second less violent jet landed on her panties covering her busy hand. The remainder of John’s orgasm trickled down my milking hand. Julia reached for my shoulder and pulled me down to her breast. I eagerly started to lick her heavy breast, devouring the thick cum her partner had deposited. Her thick, hard nipple felt wonderful between my lips. I lifted my head and Julia kissed me deeply drinking the cum from my tongue. With a gentle pressure she pushed me down to her panties. I could smell her deeply feminine wetness mixed with John’s cum. As my tongue probed her labia John was being fed cum from her mouth. His cock was resting by my cheek, I turned and took his semi erect and oozing cock into my mouth. He was hardening again with my attentions. My head bobbing, I slid the wet panties down Julia’s silky thighs. The wet fabric clinging to one slender foot, she parted her legs. I took John’s cock from my mouth and brought it to Julia’s waiting wetness, running my tongue along one of the lips as the solid cock pushed deeply into her. Julia gripped his cheeks firmly and pulled, forcing him deep. Briefly motionless, John started slowly gliding out then in again, my tongue greeting the exposed length of the shaft. The mingled tastes sent my head spinning. My cock by now had reached the point where it had to release. I firmly gripped myself and felt the sear of cum start its journey. A cascade of thick semen exploded from the livid head of my cock. Globules of cum landed on Julia’s thighs as John continued his journey into satisfying the couple’s frantic needs. 

As I recovered I was aware of a muffled groaning coming from a curtained archway on the far side of the room. Could it be that someone had been watching us? I walked slowly over to the curtain, my semi-erect cock still oozing from its orgasm. Drawing nearer I could see that there was a narrow gap in the curtain and the glint of the lens of a camera. I swung the curtain aside to reveal Ivana, Julia and Johns au pair. She was perched on a low stool behind a tripod mounted pro-spec. video camera. More astonishing was the fact that she had her short skirt around her waste and was teasing her clit with one of those slim shiny vibrators that one only sees in porn pictures. I had often seen Ivana at the house, quietly cleaning and polishing. A beautiful slim Slovakian girl, who rarely spoke, but carried herself in that sultry way that Eastern European women seem to find so easy. Here she was before me, desperately ploughing her beautiful trimmed pussy and in the throes of a strong climax. I slowly approached and crouched down close. The smell from her freely flowing orgasm filled the alcove in which she had been concealing herself. It was intoxicating. Although I had just come, I could feel my cock hardening at the sight of Ivana pleasuring herself. Slowly I brought my tongue to her fingers. A gasp came from Ivana`s clenched lips. I gently ran my tongue down the silvery smooth surface of the franticly twitching dildo. Her saturated panties pressing against my chest. As my tongue approached her swollen clit I felt Ivana clasp the back of my head and draw me firmly to her gaping pussy as she slowly replaced her shiny friend with my hungry mouth. In the background the sound of Julia filled the room. The sight of what I was doing to Ivana combined with the full penetration of Johns cock was driving her over the edge. I could feel Ivana reach down to my aching cock with her free hand and grip it firmly around its shaft. “I want this,” she hissed. I needed no more invitation and ran my tongue up her arched body, pausing briefly to savour the erect nipples that she pulled her bra down to expose. My cock slid along her wet thighs. Behind me I could hear movement. Julia and John were joining us. I glanced down and was greeted by the sight of Julia cradling my balls as John started to take me into his open mouth. Julia had Ivana’s other nipple between her teeth as she felt John’s head moving slowly. His hand held me firmly as he drew my cock nearer Ivana’s lips. The head of my cock was gently being slid around the groove of the waiting pussy. John only permitted my head to enter. I froze momentarily. John had found the vibrator and was teasing my puckered hole. Still wet from its earlier activity, it slid in easily. The effect was immediate. My cock plunged deep. I was completely engulfed. Julia bit harder on the stiff nipple. Ivana’s lips caressed the base of my cock, gaping wide. As John started to gently move the vibrator in small circles I could feel the effect it was having on my cock, and so could Ivana. Never in my life had I felt such hardness in my embedded manhood. The sudden change in girth was just what Ivana needed to immerse her in a strong orgasm. Julia had been gently fingering the clit that lay above the hilt of my cock. With her other hand, Julia had taken over from John with the vibrator. John brought his heavy cock level with Ivana's breasts and I had to suck it. The taste of Julia was fantastic, and even though John had already come twice, his cock was stiffening to yet another huge erection. Ivana trembled with her orgasm as she looked down at me hungrily sucking on John. Julia slowly removed the vibrator and placed it between her pussy lips and collected as much of Johns cum as possible onto the shiny surface. She quickly replaced in my ass. It slid in so easily now. 

“I think he is ready John,” Julia said. 

“Is that so? Well now Jim. Do you think you might be ready?” John replied.

It was all I could do to nod in response, Johns cock was filling my mouth.

“What do you think Ivana? Would you like me to fuck Jim whilst he is fucking you?” Said John. “Would you like that?”

Still trembling from arousal, Ivana replied. “God yes! Fuck him hard and deep. Let me feel you force him in me!”

John slowly took his cock from my mouth. It was huge from my urgent sucking. Its head smooth, and covered in my saliva. I knew this would hurt at first but I had to have it. This was the most erotic experience I had ever had and I was more than willing to let this carry on.

Julia reached for John’s massive cock and drew him behind me. She gradually removed the vibrator and teased the tip of Johns cock with it. It twitched in anticipation of the tightness of my ass. John pressed against the hole from which Julia had taken the vibrator. At first I thought that there was no way it would fit, but by applying more pressure I felt the head start to slip in. The sensation was mind-blowing. As he entered further I was pushing deeper into Ivana. Her legs were now drawn up around mine and John’s waists, pulling both John deeper and me hard against her. As John reached his hilt, Julia came around us to Ivana and kissed her, sliding her tongue into her mouth passionately. This was more than I could bear. The feeling of Johns cock finding my G-spot combined with the sight of these two beautiful women kissing and my cock fully inside Ivana was sending me into a virtual blackout of sexual ecstasy. This was a feeling I had only dreamed of. Never did I believe that I would live out such private fantasies.

John was now starting to move, slowly out at first, and then gently back deep.

“Is that nice Ivana?” Julia asked.

The only response was a groan of sheer pleasure.

“Would you like to taste some pussy too? That would be nice. Some of Julia’s wet pussy, still full of Johns lovely cum. Then we are all happy, aren’t we?” said Julia.

“Please give me your pussy Julia. Please, quickly. Give it to me now!” Ivana replied. With that she lowered her head back to allow Julia to stand legs apart above her waiting mouth. This made John start to fuck me harder. Ivana had her tongue outstretched, desperate for the gaping, soaking pussy. A sudden thrust from John forced her tongue deep into the furrow of sweet pink flesh. Julia gasped. Her hands clenching her breasts, and her thumbs and index fingers squeezing her solid, thick nipples. A few moments of this and we gradually started to move in unison. John was dictating the pace, and it was getting quicker. He was close to filling me with his third load of the evening. The pure force of each thrust was enough for me to match it with my cock in Ivana’s pussy and her tongue deeper into Julia. Ivana’s chin was grinding hard against Julia’s swollen clit, Juices streaming down her neck. I savoured the tastes as I licked frantically.

“Christ I am cumming,’ screamed John.

“Do it my darling, do it now,” Julia groaned, herself on the edge of a massive orgasm.

John suddenly seemed even thicker and harder. His balls that were slamming against me were now absent as they tightened up. With a low groan I felt him release the first jet of cum. It was all I needed to trigger me off. My cock pulsed heavily and started to fill Ivana. She in turn began to shiver uncontrollably and claw both John and myself with her nails. Julia was gripping Ivana’s head with her thighs and convulsing with her orgasm. We all froze in the pure climax of the simultaneous cum. Unable to move. Shaking with the release. Sweat pouring from our bodies. Julia leaned across and kissed John deeply. John slipped from me and embraced his wife. Cum pouring down my thighs, I hug Ivana. She kisses my lips and I taste both John and Julia.

“Drink anyone?” Julia said. All we could do was laugh hysterically. We had been speechless, but Julia in control as usual, broke the ice. “I am still shaking, it was awesome,” she said whilst swirling a droplet of cum around one of her nipples. Her bra still fastened at the back but the cups pulled down and pushing her breasts up. Ivana leaned across and gently nibbled the cum coated nipple, pausing briefly to swirl her tongue around it.




New Horizons



“I think Ivana needs some more darling,” John whispers to his wife. 

“I know she does sweetness,” she replies, “Now be a dear, and take Jim to get cleaned up.”

As we head of for the shower I look back and see Julia sliding to the floor between Ivana's spread thighs, my cum still flowing from her lips. Ivana was grasping Julia’s head and pulling her roughly into her crotch.

My head was still spinning as I stepped under the jets of water in the shower. John sat on the lavatory and watched as I soaped my trembling body. His cock was stiff yet again, he catches me looking. “You like this don’t you Jim? You like Johns nice hard cock.” I could only nod. “You like lovely pussy flavoured cock and tasty cock flavoured pussy. A man of my own persuasion,” he said. His words having their effect on my semi-erect member. I reached down and grasped it firmly as he spoke. “Now let me see how you wank. I want to see how you like it done.” With one hand I pulled my cock hard as it stiffened back to full glorious erection. “That’s it. Do it good. Think about what those two women are doing right now. Think about how Julia is drinking your cum from that pussy.” My hand was now working furiously on my cock, its foreskin pulled right back and the purple shiny head glistening with pre-cum. I looked over at John as he did the same, again he catches my gaze. “Come over here and help me with this Jim. I can see you need to.” I instantly step from the shower and walk over to him going down on my knees. With my hand I replace his around the solid meat of his cock. I begin to replicate his own movements. He slides down onto the floor beside me and our legs intertwine and we face each other, his hand now holding my cock. Our two clenched fists are bouncing together as we wank. He leans over and kisses me, at first gently and then deeply and urgently. Our tongues hungrily probing. Our wanking has found its rhythm and John is the first to let go. A large spurt of cum flies from his cock and strikes me on the chest. The feeling starts me off as John pulls strongly on me. Jet upon jet starts to shoot. Both cocks virtually cumming simultaneously. There is cum everywhere as we squeeze the final drops. John grasps both cocks together in one hand and gives a final pull as his tongue explores. I am aware of a camera flash and look over John’s shoulder. Ivana is standing in the doorway taking pictures. Behind her is Julia, one hand reaching around Ivana caressing a breast.

“I thought you were taking Jim to clean up John! He is messier than before!” Julia says laughing.

“ Mmmmm, but a lovely mess Julia!” I reply, hardly believing my own words.

“I think we have a new playmate darling,” John says to Julia.

“I think you are damn right, and not camera shy either.” 

Ivana giggles as she aims the camera at the two cocks with cum strings linking them only an inch or so apart. “You wouldn’t mind giving John one last suck Jim. Come to think of it, both of you do a 69 for me,” she says. Without hesitation we adopt the position, both lying on our sides and hungrily cleaning the others tired cocks.

“This photo-article is going to be so fucking good Julia,” Ivana says.

“Sweetness, I am desperate for the next episode,” Julia laughingly replies. I pause from my eager work, “Make it sooner rather than later,” I add.

The women giggle. 

“I am planning that one already Jim, don’t you worry about that,” Julia tells me whilst stroking a huge double-ended dildo which she has produced from a bathroom cabinet. My eyes widen in mock horror.

“I think the four of us could have a lot of fun with this.”



New Horizons



Chapter 1.

"Maggie, you can't be serious! There's no way I'm going to ask your brother to do this."

"You won't have to. I'll ask him for you."

"That's not what I meant!"

"Really Amy, it'll be fine. David's a real sweetie-pie when it comes to helping people. I'm sure he'll agree."

"Maggie, that's not the point. I'm a guest in your house, and for God's sake, I just met your brother yesterday! Won't he be embarrassed?"

"Oh no.... Well, maybe a little... Actually, maybe more than a little. But my brother is so hopelessly shy when it comes to girls, this will probably do him some good anyway..."

"Maggie, look at my face carefully, closely study the smirk upon it..."

"I'm serious! Well, sort of. Getting into a sexy situation with a woman his age might really do him some good. Help him be more relaxed around females later."

"Maggie, this wouldn't be a sexual situation!"

"Oh, I know. From personal experience, I know. David let me practice on him before my own Practicum exam. It really helped my technique. I got top marks."

"You practiced on your own brother?" Amy whispered.

"Sure, why not? About half a dozen times too. He blushed a bit when I first asked him, but he agreed. Didn't ask for anything in return either. I told you, he's a real sweetie- pie."

"Oh, Maggie, I don't know... Wait a minute! What would your parents think if I catheterized your brother just for practice?"

"Well, I'll give you that. They'd probably be squeamish about it. But they'll never know! They'll be gone all afternoon. David's in the shower now, and I still have some unused tube kits and KY jelly. This really is a perfect opportunity... You practiced on the Life/form models, but never had a chance to insert into a real human penis, right?"

"Well, no..."

"And it would help you to get some real feedback, right?"

"Well... Yes it would."

"It's settled then. Why don't you wash your hands in the second bathroom, and we'll ask David when he comes out of his shower."

10 minutes later...

"David, my dear brother! Can you come in here?"

"Sure sis. Just let me just throw some clothes on, I'll be back in a minute."

"No, I mean come right now."

"Huh? Okay."

David walked into his sister's bedroom wearing a damp bathrobe. "Hi Amy! What's up Margaret?"

"David, I'll get right to the point. Remember how much you helped me prepare for my nursing qualifiers? Amy will be taking her own Practicum right after the Christmas break, in less than two weeks. Will you help her too?"

"What? Oh! Oh... Well, ah, yeah sure, okay... Err, the way you're smiling Maggie, do you mean like right now?"

"Yep! Here, lie down on my bed. Ditch the wet robe first. Remember to bend your knees..." Maggie walked over to the door. "I'll be downstairs. If you need me to call 911, just give a holler."

"What!? Oh... Very funny sis. You're not staying?"

"Do you really want your sister to chaperone this?"

"Uh, I guess not. Bye."

Maggie left the room and closed the door. David, still standing in his robe, looked shyly at Amy for a moment and then gave her a warm smile. "All joking with my sister aside, I'm really am very happy to help you Amy. It just took me a few moments to change gears."

"This was your sister's idea; I would never have had the nerve to suggest this myself. I am grateful though, this really will help me... Ah, if you're ready, why don't you get rid of the robe and lie down on your back? Maggie's right, remember to bend your knees. Close your eyes if you like, just get comfortable. I hope to be very gentle. Tell me at once if there's any pain."

David disrobed and lay down on the bed. Amy tore open the sterile seal on the kit and coated one end of the tube with KY jelly. She noticed that David's eyes were closed, and decided to give him a verbal description of what she was doing. "I'm right-handed. I'm holding your penis now with my left hand. I'll be inserting with my right... Just to be super cautious, I'm wiping down the penis head with a bit of alcohol... Okay, ready to begin. David, when was the last time you urinated?"

"Uh... When I woke up early this morning I guess."

"Excellent! I should get a good visual feedback on the tube then when I penetrate your bladder... I'm holding your penis at a right angle to your body. This will give me a nice straight path for the catheter..."

Amy gently squeezed the penis head until she popped open the urethra slit. She placed the lubricated tip into the opening, but instead of beginning the insertion, she sighed and just thought for a moment. She noticed that David's eyes were still closed, and as she looked as his naked body, it occurred to her that he was quite fit and pleasant to look at. She withdrew the catheter tip from his slit and rested the insertion bulb on the sterile inside of the kit. "David, your penis is fully erect. It would still be possible for me to catheterize you, but your urethra tract is now stretched tight. It would be uncomfortable for you to be penetrated now, for me to force my way through all your erectile tissue, and there's no medical need for me to do this to you. We should stop."

David blushed, still keeping his eyes closed. "Oh, I don't mind. I know my sister. She would never have suggested this if it wouldn't help you... I can try to rest for a minute, think dull thoughts, see what happens..."

"Are you sure? Really sure?" David kept nodding his head. "Well, okay. Thank you... Ha! Did this, ah, problem happen with you and your sister?"

"Gosh no! Well, maybe I got a little erect, especially the first time... But nothing like this... Maggie had cool hands... Your hand is nice and warm... But I think the real difference is that she's my sister. I don't know if she's told you much about me. As a teenager I was hopelessly shy around girls. I've been making an intense effort to be more social and gregarious recently, but my shyness is still here. Outside of my sister, I've never had anyone my age even give me a close hug, let alone have a beautiful girl hold my penis like this."

"Ha! You think I'm beautiful? We should stop."

"No. Give me a chance to think about something else... Tell me about yourself."

"You want to know about me? Okay... Actually... David, this is something I haven't done in years, but I know a sure-fire way of relaxing a male out of an erection. Let me pet your scrotum while I tell you about myself." Still holding his penis in her left hand, Amy's right hand cupped David's testes, and she began to stroke her fingers in the rear of his scrotum, lightly penetrating into the sac between the two testes. David gave a deep sigh of pleasure, shuddered and then relaxed.

"I was born and grew up in Wisconsin, in a small town in the way northern part, near the Apostle Islands National Park on Lake Superior. It's beautiful country, gorgeous. Pristine stretches of sand beaches, sea caves, lots of old-growth forests. I have two wonderful parents who love me dearly... This is working David; I can feel the blood starting to drain from your erectile tissue... As a young child, I had a group of four other girls just my age who played with me. We all lived within a couple of blocks of each other. We became very close friends. I'm an only child, but we five hung out together so often it was as if I had four sisters. I'm starting the insertion now... I'll just go in an inch and stop for a moment.... There! Good! That felt very smooth." Amy right hand returned to caressing the testes in his scrotal sac, her left hand quietly maintaining her hold on his softening penis.

"Later on in the fifth grade and then once again in high school another girl joined our group. All seven of us were on our high school soccer team. I think of all of them as my family, that I have six sisters. We don't often see each other now though; we went our separate ways after high school... I'm going to continue the insertion now... I was a little spoiled growing up. Nothing awful, just unprincipled. During my sophomore and junior years in high-school, I became quite promiscuous. I was so lucky not to suffer the consequences; no pregnancies, no diseases. My sisters, one in particular, her name was Laura, finally talked me out of my insane behavior. It's so amazing what caring love can do... David, I think I've penetrated down to the base of your penis now. I'm going to continue, it'll be another few inches, until I feel the resistance of hitting the release valve on your bladder."

"My senior year in high-school was pretty quiet, dating-wise. The few boys who did ask me out were just looking for an easy lay, and I had trashed my reputation so fully that the other boys didn't want to bother with me. I chose nursing as a profession, got accepted at a great school in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. I starting rooming with your sister as a freshman, we've been together two and a half years now. It was so nice of her to invite me to be with you all for Christmas... David, did you feel that resistance? I'm positive I'm at your release valve now. I'm doing to push through. You might feel a bit of a pinch, but it should be no more than that. I expect to see urine in the tube as soon as I do. You won't be able to control it, just relax and let yourself flow. I'll be penetrating another 3 to 4 inches as soon as I get visual feedback on the tube, to make sure I've cleared the valve area and am fully inside your bladder. There... You've flowing nicely..."

"So, I've been studying nursing for two and a half years now. I'll get my RN degree in June, and then two more years for my Masters of Nursing degree. I'm very happy with the quality of my school, it's first rate, and I love my profession... You finished draining; I'm going to start withdrawing the tube. This shouldn't hurt at all, tell me if it does... And as for dating for me, it's still been pretty quiet. A few casual friends, but nothing serious. And that's okay with me. I'm taking my time, putting a lot of effort into my studies... I guess what I'm trying to say is don't be embarrassed by not dating yet David. Maggie and I are both 21, and you're 20 right? All three of us have our whole adult lives still ahead of us... There! All done. I'll get rid of the urine bag for you. Feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Ready for some honest feedback?"

"Oh yes! How did I do?"

"Amy, you were superb! And I'm not just saying that. Maggie was never as soft as you were, and I think Maggie is quite good at what she does. But you were so gentle, the process itself was rather pleasant, something I wasn't expecting at all. And Amy, I really... well, I'm really touched by how much you opened up to me. I understand how much you're trusting me. I'd like to do the same, tell you about me, return the trust... If you have the time..."

"Oh sure! I'd love to. Let me just dispose of this bag. You can put your robe on. I'll be right back."

"Hey folks!" shouted Maggie from downstairs. "You're not going to believe this, but my parents are back! Their car is pulling into the driveway. Are you finished?"

"Yo!" shouted David as he grabbed his robe and headed for his room. Amy ran and stopped him with a hand on his bare shoulder by the door. She reached up and kissed his cheek. "We'll find some quiet time to be together. I promise! I'd love to hear about you..." Amy stole a glance at David as he ran naked down the hallway.

Chapter 2.

"David, wake up. It's me, Amy."

"Uh? What?"

"Ssshh... Whisper!"

"Oh! Okay. Amy, what's wrong? What time is it?"

"Everything is fine. It's about 1 A.M. The house has been quiet for over an hour. I thought I could chance coming to you now."

"Coming to me? Aren't you cold standing there in just a nightgown?"

"Actually, I am. Could I jump under the covers with you?"

"Ah... Sure, okay. Wait! I'm not wearing anything."

"That's okay, I don't mind." David scooted to the far side of his bed as Amy pulled back the covers and climbed in. They lay facing each other, the full moonlight through the windows falling across their blankets, allowing them to see each other clearly. "Hi David."

"Hi... Amy, why did you come here?"

"I wanted to know if you still wanted to talk... Your family is so social! These last three days were packed with activities, and seeing the Broadway play was great! But tomorrow I fly back to Wisconsin for the rest of my Christmas break. We never had any quiet time..."

"Oh... I've been thinking about you too... About how you kissed me three days ago... You came to my bed to honor your promise? Wow..."

"Well... Someone I respect very much taught me how important it is to honor promises. But it's not just that. I wanted to come anyway. I've been having a battle these last three days with my old urges to be promiscuous, something I haven't had to fight in years. I think you're cute! But I won the battle. I didn't come here for sex; that would be grossly inappropriate. I came here for friendship... I must say though, it's nice to lie here like this... But we can't do anything that could get me pregnant, okay?"

"Huh? Oh no! Of course not! I promise! Ah... This feels so nice! I never realized lying next to someone would be so warm. This feels... delightful... I've been having so many thoughts about you Amy, and I keep meeting you in my dreams at night."

Amy did not reply. She just reached up and began petting the side of his head. David smiled and sighed, and a short time later turned and lay flat on his back. Amy scooted over and closed the distance between them, lightly pressing the length of her body against his. David gave a shudder of pleasure.

"Are you sure this isn't another one of my dreams?"

"Oh, I'm here David... You know, your sister might seem a little domineering when she's with you, but she's actually incredibly proud of you. I've been hearing how smart and kind you are for the last two and half years, and now I've finally got to meet you!"

"Yeah, I know... We're just a year apart, but I am definitely her little brother. She's very protective of me. It's a good thing too. There was a time in my life that I really needed her protection..." David was quiet for a while, collecting his thoughts and enjoying Amy's light caresses of his forehead, and then he began to speak.

"My sister and I were both born in Pennsylvania, but we moved to the Albany area north of here when I was still an infant. Right from the start I was off the charts for development. I think I learned to read before I could talk. Ha! Well, almost... But I was an avid reader before I hit kindergarten. Kindergarten was just playtime, but in first grade I was totally bored, I kept asking why we were spending time on such obvious stuff. The school already had me in their gifted program, but the teacher was kind enough to let me do my own reading after realizing how thoroughly I knew the class material. The school bumped me directly into third grade the following year. It helped a bit, but not much. For my birthday present that year, I asked my parents to sign me up for an adult evening course in speed-reading. I was the only 7-year old there..."

"The course was like a key unlocking the world for me. I could finally absorb information at a rate that would challenge me. I got up to reading over 5,000 words per minute, while still maintaining perfect scores on the comprehension tests. I even began to speed-read technical books and journals, not at 5,000 wpm of course, but still speed- reading... The other adults in the class really supported me, I became a celebrity. But when I got back to my school... Well, the other kids didn't like being blown away in the academics like that. I started being teased... and attacked..."

"For a few years it was manageable. There'd be good quiet months, separately by occasional incidents of being jumped after school. And then Maggie and I hit junior high together. The puberty hormones kicked in with my older classmates before me, and I just didn't understand the social situations. I started hiding out in secluded places in the school during breaks and lunch, to avoid being mocked. Maggie would often come and find me in the school basement and we would eat lunch together..."

"There was a really ugly incident in the seventh grade. There was a group of kids that were just plain mean, and with parents that just didn't seem to care. One of the kids followed Maggie and found out where we were eating lunch... They set us up the following day..."

David stopped for a while, trembling and not saying anything. Amy dropped her hand and petted his stomach. With her hand resting on his hip bone just to the side of his pubic fur, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, and then his ear, and whispered, "David, there's no need... I can just pet you if you'd like..."

David sighed and turned, hugging Amy and pressing her body against his. Amy could feel the tension leaving his body, being replaced by a different tension as his stiffening penis began to press into her abdomen. "Amy... Beautiful and good Amy... I... I want to tell you... I want to trust you..." Amy nodded her head, and then curled up and snuggled by David's side, petting the hand that he rested on her hip. She waited for him to continue.

"I forget the exact ruse, but two boys kept Maggie busy in the cafeteria while the main gang came down to the basement... They made a circle around me... There was no place to run... They just mocked me at first... I thought if I just stayed passive they would just go away... It was all so stupid! Senseless cruelty! The three girls in the gang jumped into the circle and started to beat me up. I didn't know if I would be beaten worse by striking back, or not resisting. I just collapsed to the floor. The girls started kicking me. One girl kept trying to kick me in the head... I was really frightened, and hurting, and I didn't know what to do... I started to vomit from a groin kick..."

"Maggie broke into the circle. There was a lot of screaming. A couple of the boys started to punch Maggie. And I didn't do anything! I was petrified. I just lay on the floor with my arms around my head, trying to protect myself from a head kick. I took a really nasty kick to my arm; it lifted half my body off the floor. And then the screams got really, really loud. I heard adult voices, and I finally opened my eyes. I saw Maggie's dress covered with blood."

"But it wasn't her blood. She couldn't win against her attackers; they were both too strong. But she was so furious with the girl who kept trying to kick my head that she grabbed her arm by the wrist and elbow, slamming the arm down while bringing her knee up and slamming it up into the center of the ulna, snapping the bone in two. The blood went everywhere, and it shocked the other kids into ending the fight..."

"Maggie's action went to court... Fortunately the full truth came out. The gang never could get all their lies straight, and all the evidence and testimony from the other school kids were on our side... All the evidence, my entire body was covered with bruises... Maggie had some damage to her face... The judge ruled Maggie's action as justified... Maggie is so amazing sometime. She calls me her sweetie-pie for being kind to her, as if she doesn't deserve kindness. I would lay down my life for her, I really would..."

David hugged Amy's body against his. "Oh Amy, you are so beautiful! All softness and warmth and so beautiful..." David and Amy kissed, their passion building as the silent moments flowed. David shuddered as he felt Amy's tongue offering to enter his mouth. He began to suckle her tongue into his mouth, and then gasped when he felt her hand close around his penis. Amy turned and laid her body on top of David's, straddling him and holding his penis tightly between them. David could feel Amy sliding his erection into her pubic fur, shifting her body, rotating and positioning her pelvis in a way he didn't understand. Amy reached over and gave a quick sharp nip to his earlobe, and as David gasped in surprise she returned her tongue to his mouth. Her nightgown had ridden up from David caressing her hips, and David suddenly realized he was caressing the naked flesh of her buttocks. He felt a slick, warm moisture starting to coat his penis head and shaft, with Amy's hand urgently pressing and guiding his erection. He broke their kiss and looked into Amy's eyes...




New Horizons



"Oh, don't stop David..."

"I must! Remember my promise?!"

"No... Oh! Yes! Sweet and thoughtful David, thank you!" Amy rolled off his body, returning to his side, slowly catching her breath... "Wow!"

"Yeah..."

"Thank you David! I was seconds away from mounting and riding, coupling with you... Thank you David, for your kindness..."

David slowly let out a deep breath and smiled. He turned to face Amy, kissing her cheek once and then again. His hand came up and tentatively held Amy by her ribcage. Amy patted his hand in acceptance, and then returned the smile. "How did it all end?"

"Maggie was okay. She has a tremendous amount of spunk. I'm sure you know. I wasn't as tough. I started to stutter when I was in the presence of girls my age. My parents thought it would be better for Maggie and me, especially me, if we had a new beginning. We moved to New York City. I went to a private all-boy prep school. It was good and bad in a way. I calmed down, but I didn't have to face and overcome my trauma with girls. The school realized that academically I was way beyond them in math and science. They talked with my parents about college, but my parents realized I wasn't socially mature enough for that. I wound up taking lots of liberal arts classes, languages, history, music and poetry, stuff like that. I could read super fast, but I was just bright- normal in the classes. I fit right in with the other students. It was nice... I also took up karate. It helped build up my self-esteem... Shotokan karate; it's a hard-style karate... The mental discipline of it really helped me. My sensei thinks my technique and my katas are excellent. He says the only thing keeping me from my first-degree black-belt is my sparring. I'm just not aggressive enough..."

David smiled at Amy and continued. "Ah well, I can't act against my own character. And math and science are my real passions anyway. In prep school I devoured books and journals. I spent my time teaching myself through undergrad and then graduate level math and physics courses. And then in June three and a half years ago, just as I graduated prep school and got accepted to MIT, I read a journal article that changed my life."

"Ha! Let me guess! Was it the first reality-creation article in Physical Review Letters?"

"Wow! Amy, how on earth did you do that?! Do you read minds?"

"Oh yes. Any female can read a male's mind once she moistens his penis with her vagina. But the great sisterhood of all females would be furious with me if they knew that I have revealed the secret. You must promise never to betray me!"

"Amy, I promise I will never betray you. Seriously, I swear by our friendship."

"And I return the pledge. I will be your faithful friend for as long as I live... It would be hard to be more than that, to be lovers... We just won't see each other after tomorrow..."

"I know." David sighed. "I know..."

"So you really like the new quantum interface physics, huh?"

"Oh, yes! I'm delighted you know of it. I'll be graduating M.I.T. in June. My top choice for grad school is Cal Tech. That's where the great Dr. Hamm spends most of her time. My next choice is Princeton. The great Dr. Hamm also has a professorship there..."

"The great Dr. Hamm!? Ha! You make it sound like an official title! Ha! Ha! Ha! HIC!"

"Oh, don't object! The great Dr. Hamm is the greatest mind in history! Amy, what?"

"HIC! Did you ever try to laugh in whispers!? It's giving me the hiccups! Wait! Ha! HIC! Oh dear..."

On a playful impulse, David bent down while moving his hand up from Amy's ribcage to the soft underside of her breast. Cupping the yielding flesh in his hand and raising the nipple to a vertical position, he gave her feminine bump a swift nip with his teeth through her nightgown. Amy gasped in surprise.

"There! Did that cure your hiccups?"

"My gosh, I think it did!"

"Ah, I should patent this idea..."

"Right..."

"But Amy, Dr. Hamm really is great. You shouldn't have objected."

"Oh, it's not that, silly! The person you call the great Dr. Hamm, I call Laura."

"You've met the great Dr. Hamm?"

"Met her!? I practically lived with her for three years. She joined my soccer team in high school as a sophomore. I love Laura as my sister, and she loves me just the same."

"Wow! Yikes! Really!?"

"David, calm down! You'll wake your parents!"

"Oh, right... Wow! Do you still talk with her?"

"Well of course! Laura is now at the house of Jill and Jamie, another two of my honorary sisters. All seven of us girls will be at my home with my parents tomorrow night... I was planning on calling Laura tomorrow morning, before we leave for the airport. Would you like to say hello?"

"Wow! Yes, you bet! Wow!"

"David, hush!"

"Oh. Right. Okay... How often do you get together?"

"Well, we parted ways two and half years ago, as we were graduating high-school. We've all come together these last three Christmases. We also came to Sarah's wedding, and then to Jill's wedding. We also all came back to Wisconsin about a year and a half ago, when Laura's Aunt Irene died. Her great aunt, actually. It was so sad. If she had lived another six months, she could have seen Laura getting her Nobel prizes in math and physics... All seven of us were there in Sweden. Laura invited us all. It was the only time I've ever been out of the country. It was a magical time..."

"I remember seeing it on T.V..."

"Yeah... So many records being made. The first person to win two Nobel prizes at the same time, the first teenager to win a Nobel... The first person ever to receive a Nobel prize in mathematics... The Nobel Committee opened up a whole new category of prize just for Laura, her creation of the new mathematics is that fundamental... I was so happy for her. And the party afterwards was fabulous!"

"I had forgotten the part about her being a teenager then. I keep thinking of her as a lot older."

"Laura will turn 21 at the end of March. She's your age, within a few months... Oh David, it's so nice to lie here with you..."

Amy lightly petted David's body, neither speaking for a long while. Finally Amy said "I must get back to my own bed... I hate the thought of leaving you David; hate the thought of never coming back to your bed... But I must go..."

"Yes, you must go... Goodnight Amy, I love you... I love you as my dear friend... Ah, Amy, before you go, could you... well, perhaps help me with a fantasy I've been having?"

"Sure! What do you have in mind?"

"I've been dreaming a lot about how wonderful it felt when you petted my scrotum three days ago, so soft, so sexy, so relaxing. I've been dreaming of falling asleep while my sac is being petted. Would you pet me there? To put me to sleep..."

"Oh sure! I'd love to!" David lay flat on his back as Amy sat up and placed both her hands on either side of his groin. "Spread your legs a bit more... That's right... Oh David, you are such a handsome male!" Amy lowered her head and sniffed his penis. "Why David, for some strange reason, your penis smells a bit like a female. This really should be cleaned..."

"Huh? What?"

"And I'm the one that soiled it too. Thus I should be responsible for cleaning it, don't you think?"

Amy began to kiss the penis in her hands, running her nose and then her tongue along the shaft, cleaning her dried lubrication from it. As the penis began to stiffen, she gave a long kiss to the sensitive head, licking and gently suckling the soft top-skin. She then slid the throbbing erection deeply into her mouth...

David was gasping uncontrollably at the pleasure of it. "Oh Amy... Are you sure?"

"Hush, David. Yes, I'm sure. I want you to cum. Allow me to be a vessel for you. Cum inside of me... Inside my mouth..." Amy returned to her suckle. She slowed David down, just a bit, but she could feel his virgin eagerness to ejaculate, and in the end she decided not to try to fight his quick desire. David was thrusting his penis into her mouth, his hips in a frenzy of quick jabs. Amy skillfully used her mouth and hands to simulate a moist and eager vagina. As she sensed David's orgasm about to explode, she lifted her suckle to his penis head, allowing her hands to rhythmically contract and pump between his ejaculation spurts, suckling his sperm into her body. David shuddered and collapsed.

"Oh Amy..."

"Hush, my love. No more words, not now... Turn on your side... That's right... Lift your knees towards your chest... There my love, that's right..." Amy fingers began to caress his scrotum from behind. She bent her head down and sniffed his sac. "Perhaps I should clean here too," she thought playfully. "You never can be too careful with these things, you know." Amy's tongue joined her fingers in caressing the skin surface of the sac, and in gently penetrating to caress the testes within. David shuddered with delight, his relaxed body losing its ability to move, and his mind losing its ability to think. Amy kept up the gentle caresses, continuing long after David fell asleep. She could still feel his body trembling with delight. He finally entered a deep sleep, becoming totally unresponsive. Amy gave a last feather-light kiss to each of his testes. "Goodnight, my love. God be always with you." She slipped silently back to her room.

Chapter 3.

Ring... Ring.... "Hello?"

"Hello, is this the great Dr. Hamm?"

"Ah, Et tu, Brute? Or should I say, and you too Amy? Hi! How are you?"

"Hi! I'm fine. Christmas was wonderful here in New York, and I loved meeting my roommate's family. How are you? Except for me, is the nickel all together?"

"I'm fine, and yes, everyone is here. Our honorary family's newest member is here too. Sarah and Bill brought Benjamin over yesterday! He's so adorable! Just wait till you see him! And it'll be so nice to see you again too, Amy."

"Oh, I feel the same! I'll be leaving for the airport in about an hour... Laura, I think I have one of your biggest fan club members here with me. He's graduating MIT this year. You might even have seen his grad student applications to Cal Tech and Princeton, I'm sure you're on both review committees, right? Anyway, his name is David. I promised to let him say hello. Let me put you on the speakerphone. Here he is!"

"...Uh... Hello? Dr. Hamm?"

"Hello David! It's very nice to meet you. Amy tells me you're applying to both Cal Tech and Princeton. Both faculties will begin to review the grad student applications in January. I haven't seen any of them yet. Are you thinking of the physics departments?"

"Uh.... Yes, that's right. Actually, Dr. Hamm, you might have already read a paper I published in Quantum Interface Today last summer. It outlines how to use n-gram multi- wave-function entanglement to theoretically set up a new type of quantum interface instability. I left it as a puzzle to the readers as to why such a phenomenon should be called a chatterbox resonance. Have you read my paper? ... Hello? ... Dr. Hamm?"

"My gosh... My gosh... David and Amy, is there anyone else there that can hear this conversation?"

"What?! No, not now Laura, but the rest of David's family will be back within a half hour. Why in the world do you ask?"

"David, I know who you are now. It's a great pleasure for me to meet you. I can't wait until we can start working together in the fall. In the summer if you can come then."

"Well, I haven't been accepted yet."

"David, you're forgetting whom you're talking to..."

"What? Oh. OH! YO! This is fabulous! What a Christmas present! Thank you, thank you Dr. Hamm!"

"Laura, my question is still pending..."

"I know Amy. Cloak-and-dagger stuff is usually so absurd in pure science, but this is an exception. Trust me Amy?"

"Okay. I do trust you. I'll leave the house too if you want to talk only to David."

"Hmmm. No, I return the trust. You can stay Amy. I've mentioned this to Jill too. I need people to help me check my moral compass, just as everyone else does. I value your insight and character, but tell absolutely no one else. Most of the physics of this conversation might escape you, but perhaps you'll see the moral issues involved, depending how this conversation evolves... David, may I ask you, do you have any new publications in the pipeline?"

"Oh yes, a whole basketful of them!"

"Oh dear. Are any already submitted for review?"

"Oh dear? Uh, no. Doing the theoretical work itself is a lot more fun than writing it up for publication. For some reason that's beyond me, the whole quantum community seems to be missing the main point of the experimental interface exploration, to create consciousness in the lab. I'm not worried about being scooped. All the papers being published are heading in other directions. I don't think any of them will lead to the main issues. I intentionally used the common and incorrect formalism in my paper to show how bad it is, and left a clue with the name chatterbox to point to the right direction. It'll all be made clear in my next paper. I'm just about to submit it."

"David, do you know if anyone picked up your challenge?"

"No, Dr. Hamm. It was very disappointing. The referees of the paper raised some vague objection, about how physics papers just don't do challenge puzzles like this. But it was only one sentence in a large paper. They were happy with everything else. In the end, they decided just to let the matter ride."

"And no one else contacted you about this?"

"No. It was very disappointing. Even my undergraduate thesis advisor ignored the issue."

"Whew! Then I think the genie might still be in the bottle! David, I was fascinated by your challenge! After weeks of studying your paper, I finally realized you were referring to whistler modes in space plasmas, in the magnetosphere, right?"

"Well of course! Once you re-write the math in the formalism of whistler mode reflections, it's obvious that this particular quantum resonance has the power to self- organize into trillions of harmonies. It's obviously the canonical formalism for this, trillions of interlocking whistles, complex enough to support the creation of a consciousness, one supported by a harmonious chatterbox of whistles."

"Obvious for you to see David. A struggle for me to see. And I would guess completely opaque to everyone else in the field. Which is a very, very good thing. I can't tell you how much I've struggled about how to find and approach you about this. There's so much I want to tell you, and I have such fears of our world standing at the edge of a chasm of unknown depth. You certainly have the right to express and publish your discoveries, but... I want to explain, but I'll describe my request first. I want you to promise to seal discussing this approach with anyone, until we can discuss this at length. These discussions might take months, or longer. The moral issues involved are that profound."

"Wow Dr. Hamm, that's a heck of a request... Amy, I trust you completely. Do you have any counsel for me?"

"I have only the dimmest understanding of what you two are talking about. About all I can say is that Laura is the most principled person I have ever met. Her guidance to me has been invaluable. I trust her completely."

"Ha!" laughed David, "So the question becomes, is complete trust associative? I will take the leap that it is. Dr. Hamm, I promise to seal my thoughts on this for as long as you want to keep discussing this with me, no time limit. I will trust you completely. You have my word."

There was a long pause on the phone. Laura let out deep sigh. "Thank you, David. You have my sincere gratitude. I can't describe my relief."

"Laura, I see David's folks pulling into the driveway."

"Then we should end this conversation now. David, I have a standing invitation to give a guest talk at MIT. Will you be there during the independent activities period in January?"

"Oh sure. It's the best month of all to be at MIT."

"I agree. Science is best approached in playfulness. David, we'll meet next month. I will subordinate my schedule to yours. Please give Amy your contact information for me... Thank you for your trust. I am profoundly in your debt. Well, goodbye to you both. See you soon Amy!"

Chapter 4.

"Hi David! Throw your bags in the back and hop in!"

"Hi! Thanks for being so prompt! It's cold out here!"

Laura drove away from the Braintree subway station, heading for Route 3 South.

"Do you know the way, Dr. Hamm?"

"I think so. The maps are pretty straightforward... Thanks for remembering not to call me Dr. Hamm out in the open at the Redline station. I really appreciate you not minding all this cloak-and-dagger stuff. It must seem pretty ridiculous..."

"Mind Dr. Hamm? I'm having the time of my life! I feel like the undergrad who came in from the cold! Literally! Even for Boston, this is cold!"

"About -20C, I think. A bit chilly."

"A bit chilly, Dr. Hamm?"

"Well, very cold compared to Cal Tech or even Princeton. But I spent three years in upstate Wisconsin when I was in high school. Getting through winters there is serious business."

"I bet..." David looked at the maps and rechecked their schedule. "We're in fine shape, time-wise. I know the route. I'll point out the turns if you like. Making the 7:45 PM ferry at Woods Hole will be no problem even if we hit some traffic, and we're not going to hit any traffic. I think Martha's Vineyard is going to be almost deserted."

"Sounds good to me. Perfect, in fact."

"I googled a picture of the hotel suite. It's nice. I'll be very comfortable on the couch. The ferry docks at 8:30. It's just a short drive on Beach Road from Vineyard Haven to Oak Bluffs. We should be all settled in by around 9:30. Reservation is confirmed through till next Sunday. Do you want to get started on the physics tonight Dr. Hamm, or just sack out and start fresh in the morning?"

"Ah... David... You've been so kind to help me set all of this up without asking for the details of the purpose, but... in the interest of a true cloak-and-dagger operation, could you just call me Laura for the next week?"

"Wow! Sure, an honor, Laura."

"Ha! You use the word honor the way I use the word. Not too many people in the U.S. pay attention to the true meaning of the concept. And to answer your question, I think I'll be ready for sleep after we get there. I owe you a lot of explanations though. If you want to get started, I suppose we could work for a bit."

"Oh no. I tend to be an early riser. Just punching out for the night will be fine."

"Great... Thanks again for keeping the ferry and hotel reservations in your name."

"Oh, I'm enjoying this so much, I'd be happy to share the real costs with you."

"David! You are an undergrad, and I have more money than I know what to do with. Just a few years ago I was watching my expenses very carefully. Now my book royalties are greater than my Nobel prize money, which was more than $10M for each, and I'm getting fat salaries from both Cal Tech and Princeton. Don't be ridiculous!"

"Well, if you put it like that..." David said with a smile. He gazed out the window for a while, and then turned and watched Laura drive...

"What David?"

"Oh, I was just thinking how different you look, between now and when you gave your talk in Kresge auditorium. Your talk was fantastic, by the way. But I've never seen you in a ponytail and blue-jeans before. It makes you look a lot younger! Err, am I stepping out of line?"

"Huh? Oh no, not at all. In fact, our cover is a romantic vacation. We made sure we were seen together before and after my talk. Perhaps we should also try to act like a couple on the island, just a bit. My hope is that I'm never recognized at all. I haven't traveled around the Boston area, and I haven't worn my hair in a ponytail since high- school. Easy to play soccer like this." Laura shook her head playfully and wagged her ponytail. "I've been mostly wearing my hair up to look a little older when teaching. Almost all the undergrad seniors are older than I am, let alone my grad students."




New Horizons



Laura looked very thoughtful for a moment. "David, if I am recognized, our story is a romantic tryst. I was very reluctant to ask you to risk your reputation with me like this. I know you've said okay, but... Is this really okay?"

"It's wonderfully okay Laura. I've dreamed of working physics issues with you for the last three years. To also have the opportunity to socialize, to develop a friendship with you perhaps... I really can't describe how happy I am. And as for my reputation, Ha! My rep right now is that of an amiable nerd who doesn't know the first thing about girls. If our cover story comes out that I got a beautiful young woman to spend nine days in a hotel with me on a vacation island... Well, my reputation is going to shoot way, way up! I was more concerned with your reputation actually. Is it okay for faculty to get involved with undergrads?"

"You're not a student at my schools, it's not an issue. If you were though, things might be a bit... well, delicate, but perhaps manageable. I've had discussions about this with the department heads and administration of both Cal Tech and Princeton. Cal Tech was a little more relaxed about the issue. They realize my age is in the undergraduate population. They don't want even the appearance of sex getting exchanged for grades or research opportunities. I agree fully with them on this. They left the matter somewhat open-ended as a kindness to me. That if I ever did have a romantic interest with a student, just to be open about it and bring the matter to them and see if we could work things out..."

David nodded, and looked at the traffic for a few minutes. "Laura, I do recognize your concerns, the need for a cover story, at least at a high level. Knowledge that we are collaborating would draw attention to my paper in Q.I.T. At a low level, I just don't know why this is such an issue. There are major pieces of this I'm just not getting. I have been making some guesses though. I can't wait to start working with you and seeing if some of my guesses are right." 

"Ah, just a bit more patience David. I have a lot to tell you, about a completely personal experiment I did based on your theoretical work... I think things will become clear to you very soon..."

Chapter 5.

"Laura, wake up."

Laura opened her eyes. She appeared to David to have trouble focusing, and her whole body continued to tremble. "David? What? David?"

"You're either very sick, or having hell's own version of a nightmare. Do you need a doctor? I don't think you have a fever..." Laura woke up enough to realize David was sitting on the edge of her bed, lightly petting her head from her temple to her ear.

Laura was silent for a moment, collecting herself, feeling herself calmed by the gentle caress. "The latter. There is no need for a doctor. What was I doing? You are all dressed?! Is it morning?"

"No. A little after 2 AM. I looked at you from the door, and then got dressed before coming in here. I didn't want to do anything inappropriate..."

"What was I doing?"

"Crying... No, softer than that... Whimpering... And shaking... It looked kind of scary..."

"It was a very vivid dream. I've always been a very vivid dreamer, even as a young girl. Sights, sounds, smells, touch, emotions... Oh, the emotions! Almost as real as awake.... This dream was a memory of something particularly horrible..."

"I've read your biography on the web. I know you're an orphan from the Bosnian war. There was no description though of the details. Nor should there be... Amy's plane got delayed a bit at the airport. I asked her what it was like to live with you during your high school years. Amy holds you in incredible esteem, and she is also discrete. We didn't speak about your past..."

"Yes, Amy is discrete. And I am discrete. And you are not. I mean that as a compliment. I am shy in many ways, and am discrete in support of my shyness. Amy tells me you are shy in some ways too, yet you manage not to be discrete. How is this possible, how do you do this?"

David continued to caress Laura's head as he pondered her question. "I am shy, but the rewards for reaching out to people are fabulous. It feels wonderful to pet you like this in friendship. I'm trusting that you know I'm trying to be affectionate and not sexy... For the last several years, I've been pushing myself to be more social... And somehow, I think I'm still missing the gist of your question..."

"Ah. I was thinking of your conversation with Amy at the airport. Amy has an extremely high opinion of you, and I think her judgment of character is excellent! But you gave Amy explicit permission to tell me everything she knew about you. Amy and I talked at length... I was very interested... Why were you so indiscrete?"

"Oh. In our phone conversation that morning, you made it quite clear that our collaboration would be not just on physics, but also on moral issues. To collaborate on morality, I thought it would help you to understand who I am."

"Of course! Thank you... Amy told me about how you were mocked as a child, how you were beaten, how you were saved by your sister..."

David continued to stroke Laura's head, allowing the caress to brush lightly over her ear and continue down the side of her neck. He gave her a warm smile. Laura smiled back, and the smile lit up her eyes. David bent down and kissed her temple. "The hardest part in some sense wasn't all the physical pain, but the fact that I just lay there on the floor while Maggie was fighting. I was so deeply ashamed that I didn't rise up and stand by her side. That I slipped away from a duty to be courageous..."

"Exactly! My grandfather intentionally started an argument with paramilitary murderers in order to give me an opportunity to slip away. He was shot to death minutes later. I felt the exact same guilt... The dream I just had was a sharp memory from that time, two days after he was murdered. I was alone, and frightened to death, and my mind was filled with despair and loss, and my heart was full of hate."

David was just silent for a moment, absorbing what Laura had said. "Laura, these must be extremely painful memories. I don't want to drag them out of you. Won't that increase the pain?"

"I don't know. But you are right, the rewards for indiscretion and reaching out to people can be fabulous. You are offering me both friendship and affection, and I want to accept the offers. I want to return some of the trust you're giving me..." Laura reached up and held the hand that was petting her head, moving it to her lips and kissing it. Releasing his hand, she sat up and began to tell her story...

"It was about three hours before dawn when my grandfather was murdered and I started to run from the paramilitary. I was fifteen at the time, trying to force myself to act and think like an adult, but feeling all the emotions of an abandoned child. I was a farm girl. I knew if I could reach the deep forest, I'd have a decent chance of survival. But I was in flat farm country. In American slang, I was a sitting duck. My plan was to go to ground during the day, and head for the forest at night. That first night I got lucky. I entered a partially burned building just before dawn, and found a good hiding place inside. The floor felt sticky under my bare feet."

"Dawn came, and I realized that the building was full of corpses. I think the paramilitary had herded a group of people into it, and then had thrown in grenades through the windows. Most of the bodies showed obvious blast damage... Some where shredded..."

Laura just stopped for a while, and then her lip began to tremble. David reached down and took off his shoes, and then slid across the bed to sit by Laura's side. He reached up and put an arm around her shoulder. After a moment, Laura sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. David bent his head and rested it against Laura's. She continued her story.

"The corpses were actually protecting me. The smell and the bloody floor were keeping the paramilitary from searching the house. But I was too inexperienced in being hunted to recognize this. I left the house after dusk, ungrateful for the service the corpses had given me. I think I made about 10 kilometers that night. I still had another 30 to go before I could reach the deep forest..."

"I chose a clean, empty building for sleep shortly before dawn. It was a terrible mistake. I woke up less than an hour later from the sounds of brakes squealing on a jeep. The house was surrounded by my enemy. I looked around the room in panic, there appeared to be no place to hide. But the walls were of very rough stone. I climbed them with my bare hands and feet. I got up to the truss roof, and stretched myself flat on one of the main cross beams..."

"A few minutes later the men entered the room. They talked calmly about their designated locate-eliminate grid areas for the day. I realized they were turning the building into a command center. I remained motionless on the beam. It was a bit thinner than my shoulder width, anyone looking up intently would see the slight curve of my body. But the ceiling area was dark, and there was no reason to look up and stare..."

"It was the first day in July, and the air at the ceiling was beastly hot. The day lasted forever. I was terrified and dehydrated. I worried that my sweat might drip off the beam, revealing me. I did not dare fall asleep, even though I was exhausted. Just one sound or movement from me, and I would have suffered a slow rape followed by a quick bullet..."

"In the late afternoon, I think there was some unexpected meeting happening nearby. A high-ranking person was to give a pep talk to the troops. The building was left vacant for a brief while. I managed to make it outside and hide in a ditch until nightfall..."

"I had learned my lesson. I slept with corpses for the following days, pulling their bodies over me, moving at night until I finally made it to the deep forest. I was relatively safe there. The deadly game of hide-and-seek went on, but I became very good at becoming invisible. Physically I was pretty safe in foraging for food and water at night, and going deep to ground in the day."

"But in the shadows of my mind, my dreams had become a horror. My fear of the war had turned into a huge monster, in the shape of a gigantic black ostrich. In my dreams I called it the war-bird, and it was hunting me. In every sleep I dreamed I was naked, with the war-bird searching for me in the darkness. I was forced to walk and even crawl across corpses to escape, feeling their blood and their bodies beneath mine, hoping that the corpses would forgive me for desecrating them. About three months earlier, my mother had been raped and butchered, and my father and twin brother shot to death. I helped identify their bodies. I also lost my two younger sisters to a sniper... Katja was 9, Natalie was only 7... In my dreams, I had to crawl across my family's torn bodies, over and over and over again..." Laura let out a soft wail of despair and collapsed into David's lap. "Oh David, the guilt and the hate were tearing me apart!"

Laura broke down in sobs, weeping into David's lap. Her cries were so soft David could barely hear them, but he felt the sobs racking her body. David's mind was in turmoil, desperately searching for some idea that would comfort her. At a loss for how to comfort Laura's mind, he decided to try at least to comfort her body. He turned off the lights and put a pillow under her head, and then curled up right behind her, covering them both with a sheet and blanket. He put his arm around her shoulder and tried to hold her as gently and as chastely as he could, resting his face next to the back of her head. Laura continued to sob silently in his arms...

Time passed and eventually David thought that holding Laura was beginning to help. Her body had stopped most of its shaking, and she was breathing in slow deep gasps, and letting her breath out in long sighs. She reached up and pulled David's hand and arm away from her shoulder, and David at first thought she wanted him to let her go. But then Laura wrapped his arm around her waist, across and below her stomach, and she let out a deep sigh as the last of her shakings ended. She rested her own arm above his, holding his arm to her body and pressing her body back against his. David felt her warmth through her nightgown.

"Oh, this is a fine mess... but a necessary one," she said softly.

"Laura, how do you survive?"

"Now, you mean? Through redemption. After a month in the forest, I was rescued by a Dutch U.N. patrol. The night before that happened, I had a final dream with the war-bird. In it, I renounced all my hatred of my family's murderers, and in His mercy God redeemed me and took away my guilt. I'm at peace now. But I'm also a vivid dreamer. Sometimes I dream of the time before my redemption. My honorary sisters in high- school were incredible. They loved me so much! Their love shielded me, shielded me not from the sorrow of these dreams, but from their pain. My sisters still love me, but we just don't see each other that often. Sometimes now, the pain slips through..."

Laura shifted slightly, curling her body to cuddle more closely. "David, thank you for being with me... and holding me. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be indiscrete. I've only told one other person in my life about this, and even then not in such graphic detail..."

"One of your sisters? Amy?"

"No actually. Steve, Jill's husband. And he told Jill. This all happened when we were in high-school. No one else knows... I thought it necessary for Steve to know at the time. I think it necessary for you to know now, though for different reasons."

"Necessary?"

"Earlier this night, after you fell asleep on the couch, I was still awake, thinking about the last two days. After all our phone conversations, I really enjoyed finally meeting you Thursday evening at my talk. And tonight, riding in the car with you, standing by your side on the ferry as we watched the cold ocean and the stars, I felt peaceful and excited at the same time. In the car with you... Usually I feel very shy with young men my age. But with you I didn't feel shy at all. I felt playful! I was lying here in this bed, remembering how much I enjoyed our ride together. I remembered feeling a thrill when you were talking about your reputation, and you referred to me as a beautiful young woman. I started wondering if you really did think of me as pretty. I fell asleep hoping that you did."

"David, I've never dated. In high-school my reputation as a genius made me unattractive to the boys. After high-school I went to getting my doctorate in less than a year. And learning how to be a good professor these one and a half years since... Well, I took no time for dating. I didn't have peers that were my age, and I am so shy, I didn't look for romance elsewhere. Ha! Once I won my Nobel prizes, I got all sorts of crazy offers of marriage on the Internet... But David, don't you see why this night was necessary? I don't know if you'll ever desire to date me, but if you do, these dreams are a part of who I am. As Americans say, you deserve a good look at the complete package!"

David did not reply in words. He hugged Laura instead and kissed the back of her neck. Laura let out a deep sigh and pushed her hips back into David's. Over the next minutes he felt all tension leave her body. She was soon in a peaceful sleep, David feeling her calm breathing with his hand resting on her nightgown across her abdomen. David slipped back to the couch.

Chapter 6.

After breakfast, Laura and David walked along Pequot Avenue to the shore, looking eastward at the rising sun. The road and the bicycle path along the beach were deserted. David offered Laura his hand, which she accepted with a warm smile. Laura returned to gazing at the ocean, sniffing and breathing deeply of the salt air.

"Ah, that was a really nice meal. It was kind of the restaurant to be open so early, we were the only customers... I think I'm going to remember the beauty of my stay here with you forever."

"I turned on the TV while you were in the shower, to catch the weather report. We really lucked out Laura. It should be close to freezing this afternoon, and well above freezing for the next several days. The famous New England January thaw! It's been so dry this last month, all the bike paths are clear of snow, and we have the whole island to ourselves! Perhaps tomorrow, we can bike down to Edgartown from here. It's only about 5 miles, hugging the shore line all the way. It's beautiful! And sometime we can drive to the southwest end of the island, you don't want to miss the hikes along Lighthouse Road. And the State Forest in the center of the island is very nice too..."

"I take it you've been here before!"

"Ha! Yes, my parents used to bring Maggie and me here on summer vacations sometime. This place is a real tourist trap then. So crowded, sad in a way. But now, it's empty. So serene! And almost as beautiful as you are."

"David, are you thinking of this as our honeymoon? Wait! That was unkind. I shouldn't joke like this."

"Oh no Laura. I'm hoping you and I are feeling the same emotions. I find myself thinking a lot about you, how pretty and wonderful you are. I find myself wondering how to tell you yes to your uncertainty last night; that I really do want to date you, without being clingy... I really, really don't want to do anything to drive you away from me. It's a little nervous fear mixed in with a huge desire to pursue and capture you!"

Laura said nothing for a while. Then she reached over and hugged David's waist and kissed his cheek. David noticed her eyes were moist with tears, but they were also brilliantly alive from the smile on her lips. "My heart is like this too, a whirlwind of hope and anticipation, mixing with a sharp fear not to do anything to blow my chances. And our current hotel living arrangement is not ideal for a courtship dance..."

"I know. I feel it too. We need time, time to come together and move apart, time to test our bonds, time to judge the movement from independence to interdependence... Laura, how about we pledge not to get too sexy with each other while we're here on the island. Learn how to care for each other first. I'm afraid of getting too sexy with you too fast... as something that might later drive you away. But I'm thrilled at the thought of being affectionate with you now!"

"Yes! Thank you! These are my feelings too. David, I feel the same struggle within me, between a desire to be honest and a desire not to be clingy and blow my chances. But my desire to be honest is winning out. I know my own heart, and I want to be indiscrete. I want to tell you that I love you."

The two stood by the ocean, side by side, leaning their heads together and watching the waves. After a short while, Laura smiled at David and pulled on his waist, beckoning him to follow her back to the hotel. "We have so much to work on. Thank you for being so patient with me... If you remember, earlier this month I called you from the Max- Planck Institute in Garching. The Germans had this really nifty cross-shredder in a store. It cuts in both the X and Y directions, producing little flakes of paper less than 1 mm square. Almost silent too... I have one in my suitcase... Let's remember never to leave any notes around that are not in our immediate possession..."

"Okay. Wow! My darling secret agent has returned! I can't wait to be briefed on our mission!"

A short time later they were sitting by their table in their suite, a large pile of blank notepads nearby. Laura looked at David, smiled and said, "Before we dive into the physics, let me ask you something. How did you get your idea for the chatterbox resonance? Could you lay out the steps you took from the current understanding of what's published in quantum interface physics, to your new idea?"




New Horizons



David thought for a long moment, the frown on his face deepening. He doodled on a notepad, drawing idle circles and arrows... "I'm a little embarrassed, but I guess I can't. The idea hit me all at once. I can't see how to make logical steps from the current models to chatterbox."

"Oh, don't apologize! It was like this for me too. Over the last year, I had become somewhat pessimistic in my thoughts, of how progress could be made from the current standards. They appear to offer only two possibilities for consciousness, and both seemed to have major problems. I was a little perplexed that so many others in the field didn't share my reservations... Your paper depressed me even further. Nowhere have I seen a clearer example of what I was worried about. I think this is why your paper isn't being referenced anywhere. It's correct within the formalism, but the resulting math is so stiff and ugly..."

Laura paused, and then continued. "But I was drawn to keep studying it. Your language had an optimism to it, never stating but always implying that there was a solution to all the ugliness. I think everyone else in the field just brushed off your optimism to undergrad enthusiasm. But your one sentence challenge piqued my curiosity and my competitive spirit. I stared at your paper for weeks... And then suddenly it hit me, how absolutely brilliant you are! I haven't been outgunned in physics since I passed my grandfather in knowledge, maybe when I was about 12 or 13. I quickly re-wrote your paper in whistler formalism. I was bursting with excitement. Before I had two lousy ways to approach consciousness, and now I had a dozen more, each with all the old problems eliminated!"

"David, I remember a conversation with a math teacher I had in high-school. I was showing him how to solve an optimization problem correctly with calculus of variations. The textbook was using an incorrect method. Mr. Gnepp, my teacher, kept asking me how I knew the old approach was wrong, to show him the steps to lead to the correct approach. And I couldn't! The path to the correct methodology was one thought, I couldn't break it down into steps. I think this is a key example of how people think, that insight is not computable, not algorithmic, proving that the human mind is not computable."

"Oh yes, I agree Laura. It fits in with your proof of the incomputable side of the quantum interface layer, that quantum counterfactuals combined with self-organization imply incomputability. I've been thinking of your challenge to me to tie this to morality. Think of this: If the human mind were computable, if the entire information of the quantum state of a human mind were input into a classical Turing machine, and the machine could calculate what decision you were about to make, then you wouldn't be responsible for your actions! Free will would be a joke, an illusion. Your decision would just be the result of a mathematical calculation, and how could a mathematical formula be held accountable for anything? Yet it's self evident that people can and should be held accountable for their actions. Thus consciousness is not computable!"

"Yes! I remember a book Jill once showed me, about a study of how people solve problems. The author defined an interesting difference between how a genius solves problems, compared to other people. The author said that when he saw a normal person find a new idea, the author could often think and discover the steps that person took to their new idea. But when a genius had a new idea, he could never figure out how the person got the new idea. The new ideas were just so unconnected to the previous state of knowledge... That's why I'm hoping the genie is still in the bottle. I don't think anyone will ever see what you're talking about David, if you don't publish your next step..."

"I think I see your point. And there's something that's frightening you about my ideas. I suspect you've carried them further. Am I right?"

"Yes, in an experimental sense. Cal Tech has given me a tremendous amount of control in their new quantum lab. I'm both the chief scientist and the managing director. With my own money, I followed the steps implied by your paper and ordered a fullerene- microtubule matrix from Mitsubishi Chemical. Their quality control on nanotechnology is superb, the best in the business. Then I ordered the biologicals from Synengen. I have the ability in my lab to integrate the substrates with internal deposition equipment..."

"Holy shit! Laura, you tried to build an LCPC on your own, didn't you?"

"Yes, what you call in your paper a Large Carbon Peptide Complex. I cooled it with liquid nitrogen to provide a dump for the entropy. And then I hit it with high-intensity entangled photon pairs from an argon laser. There were enough controls on the optical bench that I could tune to the chatterbox resonance conditions you predicted."

"Wow! Wow... I can think of several practical reasons why you shouldn't have been able to do this..."

"Ha! David, I think I can guess some of your reservations. I would have had them too two, three years ago. But I've had the privilege to be working with first-class experimental scientists for these last years. There are so many tricks of the trade that just aren't published! I got the whole experiment up and running over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, when the lab was deserted. I was out barely $10,000 of my own pocket, and using lab equipment I was fully authorized to use. Absolutely no one else knows about this experiment..."

"And the results?!"

"It worked! Fantastic resonance in the self-organizing feedback loops. The LCPC was filled with chatterbox harmonics in the range of 2 Hertz to 200 Hertz."

"You're working at visible light frequencies and getting resonances measured in Hertz!? Those are human brain-wave frequencies!"

"I know, and just as chaotic, just as complex. After about 30 seconds of recording, I shut down and did electron and positron micro-scans of the peptide matrix."

"And?"

"The peptides had evolved. Evolved into proteins. Strange, bizarre groups of proteins. Definitive proof of self-organization. There was a master logic their structure, but very, very unlike anything else on Earth. Proteins had been created and pushed way, way up against the entropy gradient. I was standing there so happy, when the moral implications of turning off the experiment suddenly hit me."

"Yes... I didn't think we have to deal with these issues for decades either. Oh Laura, don't feel like you've murdered a consciousness. The first experiment would have to be like this!"

"There is that, but it wasn't just that David. There was something frightening in the protein structures, in the way the fullerene was connecting to it. It was conscious, but very unlike anything that's ever existed on Earth before. A human and a sponge have a lot more in common. Bizarre twisting, almost as if the proteins were trying to self- organize the fullerene into an infinity-mirror, so it could continue the chatterbox resonance without new photon pairs from the laser. I did some rough calculations, I think I turned off the laser about 5 seconds before that would have occurred. The resonance tried to start controlling its environment, David, and was seconds away from doing so. If I had turned off the experiment just a few seconds later and walked away for the night, the LCPC would have continued to evolve just from the light from the window. And what if it had a mind of pure evil?"

Chapter 7.

"More tea, Laura?"

"Yes please..." Laura held out her mug, and David poured the hot tea from the thermos. Laura gazed out at the brown and pale green hill before them, rolling down to the black rocks and the gray ocean. "This is so beautiful. Having a last picnic breakfast was really a nice idea. And the view here of the lighthouse is so grand! Bravo, David!"

David smiled and glanced at the time on his cell phone. "To make the ferry in time to catch your plane, we'll have to start heading back within the hour."

"I know... I'll have so many memories of our time here... One of my favorites is the, what did you call it? Oh yes, the widow's walk. The small high balcony at the top of the house, where a sea captain's wife would pace and watch and wait for her husband to return... There's a certain elegance to the practice, don't you think? I think I'm going to take it up. My condo in California faces east. I'm going to find the exact great-circle path from my balcony to M.I.T., and I'm going to pace very morning and stare towards Cambridge, and dream of the time my true love will return to me..."

"Laura, you're such a sweet girl, I don't know if you're joking or not..."

"I'm not joking... Well, maybe just a little. Maybe I'll only do it six days a week..."

David and Laura stared in each other's eyes for a moment, and then they both burst out laughing at the joke, their voices echoing softly against the gentle sound of the surf. David sighed, kissed Laura and smiled. "We made a tremendous, tremendous amount of progress in the last week."

"Yes, we augment each other. The theoretical advances are huge. I have a much better understanding of what we're dealing with now."

"Laura, your grasp of combining theory with lab engineering is fabulous. I'm blown away how quickly you designed the integrated communications / diagnostics arrays..."

"It was your theoretical leap that showed me how to do it. Your intuitive understanding of the core of chatterbox is much greater than mine... Of course, whether we'll ever have the nerve to do any of this... well, it's still an open question, isn't it?"

"Yeah. What's the first law of robotics Laura, from Asimov's I Robot?"

"That a robot will do nothing to harm a human, or through inaction, allow a human to come to harm."

"And what's the first law for a chatterbox resonance to follow?"

"Nothing at all! There are no laws in free-will! It can never be locked. We've proved that rigorously in the mathematics over the last week. Consciousness is self-focusing, the thoughts organize themselves. But there can be principles in free-will. And the best we can do is communicate, and teach the chatterbox principles. And the principles we will teach will be good principles. But the chatterbox can choose to follow them or not, and even if it does decide to follow them, it might follow them in pride and conceit. The choice will not be ours, nor perhaps should it be. Free-will owes its ultimate accountability to God alone."

"This will change the world..."

"I know David... I'm not sure I've got the guts to do it... I'm so glad we'll be making the decision together. I'll need your guidance in this... Ha! It's amazing that funding wouldn't be an issue. We could buy a house, and do all the development in our basement. I estimate, soup to nuts, the lab set-up would cost less than $10M."

"Sounds like a lot of money to me! I still haven't gotten used to how rich you are Laura!"

"I've been pretty quiet about it, but I should tell you. $10M is barely 10% of my current post-tax worth. I got intrigued a couple of years ago, hearing all the stories of people getting wiped out in the stock market. I don't know if you know this, but I've got the same office Richard Feynman once had at Cal Tech. It's quite an honor. Dr. Feynman had a sign in his office, and now the sign is in mine. It says YOU CAN'T FOOL NATURE. But it turns out you can fool a marketplace. Marketplaces have a wondrous ability to have perception create its own reality. It's the same with the human mind and with chatterbox! You just won't see this in classical physics. I modified the generalized form of a self-enfolding flow tensor to appreciate the fact that a market can be fooled., and then turned the mathematics loose on the market data...."

Laura paused for a moment, breathing in and enjoying the salt air, and then continued. "It's a fast market, my average hold time is less than a month, something I wasn't expecting... My average profit per trade after commissions is just over 6%, for both the shorts and the longs. With leveraged trading, I've more than tripled my investments last year... Making money is embarrassingly easy. I almost feel a bit guilty, having such a competitive advantage against all the other traders. I've been thinking of stopping, at least for a while. Oh, one more thing, this is all our money now, not mine. I'll give you a walkthrough of my trading system too, when you have the time..."

"Laura?"

"David, we've pledged our love to each other, we've done everything except to sexually express our commitment. I want to share everything in my life with you, the money is a rather small part of it. Don't ever fear that I might worry that you pursued me for my money. I know your heart, you've given it to me, and have accepted mine in return. David... I'll be a complete novice when we start to have sex..."

"It'll be the same for me... Well... This is a bit... awkward... Amy is a dear friend to both of us. Amy and I got sexy with each other..."

"Oh, don't be embarrassed! Amy hinted that you did. It's in the past, before we even met! I don't mind. When Amy was talking to me about you after Christmas, she was actually a bit of a match-maker. She kept telling me she might have finally found me a boyfriend who was worthy of me! This was a very unusual thing for Amy to say. It really piqued my curiosity... David, I've never been anyone's girlfriend. I'll be a complete novice at first, when we start to have sex. I hope I'll be able to please you..."

"Laura! I can only say what you once told me. Don't be ridiculous!"

"Well," said Laura, smiling at the memory and the reversal of roles, "if you put it like that..." Suddenly Laura's eyes went wide, and she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

David looked at her in surprise and said, "Laura, what!?"

"I just remembered something! HA! Perhaps this is not a very unusual thing for Amy to do! She set me up with a date once before, with a real dog! Ha, Ha, Ha!"

David was astonished by her language, but he could not help but join in Laura's laughter. "Wow, for sweet you to call the guy a real dog, he must have been an absolute turkey!"

"No! I really mean a real dog! In high school, Jill and Jamie's dog. His name is Frodo! He's a French poodle!"

"Amy set you up with a dog for a date!?"

"Yes! And I don't think I'll ever have the nerve to tell you the story, not even on our marriage bed. Discretion is the better part of valor, is it not? And I need at least a little valor in my life!" Laura stood up and faced the ocean, opening her hands and stretching her arms far apart. She laughed with all her being, letting the love and the joy pour from her body, letting it ring out to the great ocean before her. She then turned to David with a smile bursting on her face, and offered him her hand. "Come, my love! Our future awaits!"

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Author's note: This story is a sequel to Dances With Poodles, a story of Laura's childhood in Bosnia and her high-school years in Wisconsin.



New Horizons



NEW HORIZONS By Alonzo14

When I was in college we guys would sometimes sit around shooting the breeze with a nice cold one in hand. On one of these occasions we were discussing the perfect woman. Everyone had their own opinions about what the characteristics of the perfect woman would be and we had a lot of fun arguing about them. It was then that I formulated the 10 characteristics that make up a perfect woman -- my perfect 10, if you will. 

#1 Intelligence: I love smart women. Sure, a pretty face and great body are nice, but connecting on an intellectual level is unbeatable. 

#2 A good sense of humor: I like a woman that can make me laugh, and one that I can make laugh, too. A relationship has to be fun, and when I'm laughing, I'm happy.

#3 Compassion: A woman that is loving and caring is a must. I'm an emotional guy and I love to hug and kiss and touch a woman, and be hugged and kissed and touched in return.

#4 Beauty: Okay, I'm a guy and I admit to being attracted to a pretty face and a nice body. It's not at the top of my list but my perfect woman would be attractive.

#5 Athletic: I'm not a jock, but I do like sports and a woman that enjoys watching and playing sports is ideal. I love a fit body. There is something about a woman with a little muscle that flips a switch inside me.

#6 Sexy: You'd think that sexiness would be higher on my list, wouldn't you. It's not because, to be honest, if a woman has the first 5 characteristics, I'll probably already think she's sexy. Sexiness is mostly what's between the ears, anyway.

#7 A tall woman: I'm 6-2 and I really like taller women, say, 5-8, 5-9 or taller. I like being eye-to-eye with a woman when I talk. Plus, I love long legs! Mmmm.

#8 Adventuresome: I like a woman that likes to go beyond the normal range of activity, especially in bed. I have a fear of getting stuck in a rut so I like to try new things, and have a little fun and adventure.

#9 Talkative: I love to talk, and nothing is worse than being with someone who doesn't talk back. I especially like a woman who is talkative and vocal in bed. I'm also attracted to women who can speak other languages, particularly French. I'm not really fluent in French myself, but I love the language.

#10 A woman that likes me: Okay, this one should probably be #1. Not much sense in meeting a woman with the first 9 characteristics, if she hates me!

It's kind of stupid, I know, but I still do a quick calculation mentally whenever I meet a new woman. I'm a realist. I know that the perfect woman is rare if not impossible. A really great woman probably has 5 or 6 of the characteristics I look for. Every once in while I'd see a woman with 7 or 8. Once I found a woman who had 9. Yep, you guessed it. The one she lacked was #10 -- she didn't like me at all!

All that changed the day I met Carol. I've found out that most of the good things that have happened to me in life have been unexpected, and Carol was just about the biggest surprise of my life. I met her accidentally while downtown running errands. She was chatting with a woman that I knew. I went over to say hi to my friend and she introduced me to Carol, a tall, very beautiful blonde, with a very athletic body and long legs -- good grief! that's 3 of my ideal characteristics before she even opened her mouth. And once she started to speak a few more were mentally checked off. Carol was bright, cheerful, funny, friendly, and, honest to god, she had a slight French accent (she's French Canadian). I was immediately drawn to her. And, amazingly enough, she seemed to be drawn to me.

My friend had to run, but Carol stayed there talking with me, her face beaming. She obviously loved to talk and she used her whole body doing it, touching my arm for emphasis, laughing at my corny jokes. She made me laugh, too. 

The moment of truth came when I asked her out to dinner that evening. When she said "I'd love to", I almost felt myself lift a few inches off the sidewalk.

The rest of the day was pretty hazy and it seemed to last forever. I don't even know what I did. I kept seeing Carol's face. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I left work a little early and went to my place to get ready. We had agreed to meet at a restaurant and I wanted to look my best. Clearly, I'm not a 10, but I wanted to come as close as possible to one as I could, maybe inch my way up closer to to a 7.

I arrived at the restaurant about 30 minutes early and stood there looking at my watch about every 30 seconds. You know how a watched kettle never boils? That was me that evening. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl.

Finally, the door opened and Carol walked in. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress, cut low enough to tantalize me with a view of her cleavage and short enough to show off her gorgeous legs. Waving to catch her eye, I took a couple of steps toward her and she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

The evening was a blur, the complete opposite of the earlier part of day. Time passed so quickly. Carol was funny and charming. We talked about everything and anything. She loved the same sports that I do, the same kinds of books and music. I found myself telling her things I had never told anyone before, my hopes and aspirations, and she did the same. A miracle had happened. I had found my 10, my perfect woman. Pinching myself, I kept thinking that I must be dreaming.

We held hands as I walked her to her car. Although she had a tomboy childhood and was still kind of a tomboy at heart, she was clearly a woman and liked to be treated as one. Arriving at her car, we kissed goodnight, and she lingered in my arms a moment longer than I expected her to, and squeezed my neck with her arms just a little tighter, too.

Our second date was the following Saturday, a movie date. Afterwards we went back to her place for coffee and to chat some more. As we sat on her couch, she kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs up under her, her arm draped across the top of the cushions. I said something funny and she reached out to touch me in reaction to it, giving me a little tap on the chest. Touching her hand and keeping it pressed on my chest, I leaned forward to kiss her. Carol closed her eyes and kissed me back so passionately, my heart began to pound in my chest. Her lips and tongue tasted so good, it all felt so natural.

My hands naturally moved to her body, one to her butt to help pull her closer and the other to her breasts. Carol's hands moved to my lap and her touch immediately caused an intense erection.

Within seconds we were naked and making love. I'm very fond of oral sex because it is so intimate and because all the senses come into play. As I licked her pussy she began talking, telling me how good it felt, telling what felt better, and what to do next. I loved that. And her moans were unbelievable. It was all I could do to resist entering right then and then. Wrapping her long legs over my shoulders, Carol pulled me in more tightly until she came with an intense shudder.

"You next," she laughed as she got up and took me in her mouth. As she sucked on me, she kept looking up at me, and I began talking myself, telling her how good it felt, how sexy it was to watch her licking and stroking me, how much I wanted her. The pleasure was so acute that my legs began to quiver. I was holding on to the couch for dear life, crying "Oh my god, oh my god!" until I erupted into her mouth. She kept sucking my sensitive cock, giving me electrifying aftershocks that I could barely stand.

Collapsing back on the couch, Carol crawled on top of me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on her lips. My hands roamed over her long body, over her back down to her ass. We lay there like that for a while, just kissing and caressing. I loved the feel of her skin under my touch. I was in heaven.

We spent the night making love in every conceivable way and in almost every room of her place. It was the most ardent, most pleasurable, most lustful sexual experience of my life. The sheer joy we took in each other's company and bodies is almost indescribable. I came 5 or 6 times and I lost count of her orgasms after they hit double digits.

Little did I know that this was just the beginning of the most adventuresome sex anyone could ever have. Carol began showing me such new horizons of pleasure that I find it difficult to believe that I could ever go back to my normal life.

Remember that I like an adventuresome woman and Carol is totally off the chart. Our first adventure occurred after playing tennis one Sunday morning. We were playing at a small group of four courts. We were at one end and the only other one being used was at the other end. The two in between were vacant. Carol is a gifted athlete. I say that we 'played' tennis, but it was actually more like a mauling. She ran me ragged. I think that I won one set of the 4 or 5 that we played and I'm pretty sure she let me win that one. By then end of the last set I was sitting down against the fence, panting heavily, my legs stretched out before me.

Carol walked over to me and stood straddling my legs, hands on her hips.

"So, you've had enough?" she said derisively.

"Yeh," I replied looking up. "I'm beat."

"Well, I'm not done with you, " she said, laughing.

"Carol, I can't play another set. I'm dying here."

Hearing that, Carol picked up her jacket and tied the arms around her waist, making a kind of 'skirt'. Then she reached under it and wiggled around until her tennis shorts were at her ankles.

As she stepped out of them I looked up at her and said, "Carol! What the heck are you doing?"

"I told you I'm not done with you," she replied as she reached under once again, lifting one leg and then the other until she dangled her panties in my face.

Looking around frantically, I saw the other tennis players were oblivious at the far court. The courts were about 50 yards from the street and there was some traffic moving on it. We were in plain sight of anyone who cared to look.

Squatting over me so that her shaven pussy was in clear view for me, she worked my belt and zipper until she had my hard cock in her hand. Smiling at me and very pleased with herself, she moved up toward me, got on her knees, positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy with her hand, and sat down on it. 

As I looked around again to see if any was watching, Carol began rocking back and forth on me, her wet pussy massaging my hardness deep insider her.

What could I do? It felt so good. And there was a definite rush of excitement of being inside her right in the open like that.

As she moved up and down on me, I held onto her waist. Every once in a while I would furtively glance around to see if anyone was watching. I was sure that no one could tell that Carol didn't have anything on beneath her jacket, but she was starting to push down on me harder and deeper, so it didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce what was going on. Oh, geez, she was so wet! I got so wrapped up in the pleasure I forgot where we were until she started moaning loudly. That woke me out of my stupor! The people at the far court had turned in our direction. Frantically, I put my hand over Carol's mouth in a effort to stifle her moans. Carol rewarded me by biting my hand. Thrusting down on me hard, she erupted, biting my hand a little harder in the process. Feeling her body tensing on mine, my cock spasmed and I came as well, gushing into her.

After a few moments, Carol got up and casually pulled on her shorts. I fastened my belt and picked up her panties as I stood up. Looking at the far court, the people were back at their game. I'm not sure they realized what was going on but the thought of them watching us, even for a brief time was such a turn on.

Carol and I rushed back to my place to shower and play some more. So that was the beginning of your public love-making. Usually, we would get so excited that we always needed more when we got home. When we made love afterwards Carol would always keep talking about how hot the earlier experience had been. "Oh my god, I loved how you felt when you were inside me out there," she would say.

The next time we made love in public was quite an experience. Carol wanted to go shopping and I didn't want to go. "Oh, you'll like shopping with me," she said with a wink. So I went to the mall with her and walked around with her for what seemed like hours as she looked through racks and racks of clothing.

We were back in one rather secluded section of some ladies apparel store and I was standing behind a circular rack of slacks, looking rather bored. "I thought you said I would like shopping with you," I moaned.

"Oh, poor baby," she cooed as she came toward me. "So you're not having any fun?" Pressing close to me, Carol gave me a kiss, her hand brushing up against the front of my pants. As we kissed (probably a little too passionately for a clothing store), her hand began applying a little more pressure to my crotch, and soon I had to wiggle a little to get my now hard cock settled in my pants.

"Oh, well, it looks like you're having fun now," she said, breaking off the kiss.

Without saying a word, Carol dropped down to her knees and unzipped my pants. With a tug she pulled my stiff cock out and began sucking on it. Holding onto the clothing rack, I scanned the store. There were two women about 20 yards away, causally looking at some blouses. I, too, tried to look casual, but it wasn't easy, not with Carol's lips around my cock. Carol was well hidden behind the rack. I glanced down at her to watch her hand stroking me as she sucked on me.

Looking back at the women, I panicked for a second as one of them glanced at me with a funny look on her face. I tried to crack a smile back at her, but it must have looked more like a grimace because Carol's mouth felt so good on me.

Another couple of women came into the general area and I started to get a little more scared. It was only a matter of time before one of them came back to our secluded little corner.

Turning my attention to Carol, I saw her looking up at me. Stopping for a second, she said, holding my stiff cock in her hand, "See I told you you would like shopping with me!!"

"Carol, we need to move away from here. There are people all around now."

Spying the changing room, I pulled Carol up and tried in vain to push my cock back into my pants. I was totally turned on and knew that I had to have her as soon as possible. Using Carol as a shield, I pushed her the 15 feet to the changing room. Inside, there were three little changing cubicles, each with a half door on them with about 2 feet of empty space between the floor and the bottom of the door, and a similar space above it. We darted into the room that was farthest from the doorway.

Closing the little half door behind us, I took Carol in my arms, my still-free cock pressing against her stomach. "You're gonna be quiet, right?" I pleaded with her.

Nodding that she would, Carol kicked off her shoes, pulled down her jeans and sat on the little stool that was in the room. Oh, she looked so good! Carol's pussy was clearly soaked. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Leaning back on the stool so that her back touched the wall, Carol put her legs on my shoulders. There was a mirror on one of the walls so we could watch ourselves. It was so sexy to watch myself slide my hard cock into her while my pants lay in a puddle at my ankles. "Oh, god, that looks and feels so good!" she cried as she, too, watched my cock moving back and forth inside her.

"Shhhhh! You promised to be quiet!" I whispered, as I continued to pump her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "So deep! So good!"

"Carol! Do you want the whole store to hear you?" I whispered rather loudly.

Sweat was forming on my brow and dripping in a splash on Carol's stomach. The sensations that were going through my body and head were amazing. I could look down at her lovely face (which was making those god-i'm-gonna-cum scrunches), or down between her legs to watch my cock moving in and out of her, or over to the mirror to take in the whole scene.

As we were really getting into it, we heard the door to the cubicle next to us open and close as someone went in to change. Carol was moaning softly and her head was banging lightly against the wall, shaking the cubicle a little.

"Oh, sooo good!" she cried again.

"Shhhhhh!"

Now it had to be impossible for the person in the next room not to realize what was going on next door. Knowing that someone was listening to our love-making excited me beyond belief and it must have done the same thing to Carol because she started moaning really loudly. I decided just to go with the moment and pumped her as hard and fast and deeply as I could. Soon Carol was holding on to her stool and groaning loudly as her orgasm roared through her body. That was all it took for me to explode as well. I watched our bodies in the mirror, how they shivered and tensed as we both came.

When the pleasure subsided, I leaned down to kiss Carol. "Oh, that was so good," she whispered, barely able to talk.

There was no sound coming from the next cubicle. I could just imagine the woman next door, half undressed with her ear to the wall, listening to our love-making.

We got dressed quickly and left our little room. As we left I caught a glimpse of a woman from the eyes up, wide-eyed, peering over the door of her cubicle. Carol and I laughed all the way through the store and out to the parking lot.

The exciting part of going out with Carol is that you never knew when she would strike. Our normal indoor sex was exceptional, but it was the sex out in the real world that got us both going, and made our private love-making all the more pleasurable.

One evening the two of us went out to eat dinner in the very same restaurant where we had our first date. The place was romantic , a little dark, and we were having a very nice dinner: good company, good food, good conversation.

Carol was sitting opposite me, looking more lovely than ever. I loved how her eyes sparkled when she laughed, her long blonde hair bobbing as she giggled as some funny remark I had made.

Suddenly, I felt a foot pressing against my crotch. There she sat as innocent as could be, not giving me any clue or warning about what she was doing beneath the table. Using her toes, she massaged me to hardness once again.

"Ummm, Carol. What do you think you're doing?" I asked her, trying to mask my excitement.

"Who? Me?" she giggled. "Why I'm just stretching my foot a little." 

"Oh, and I suppose you're just flexing your toes as well?"

"Hehe," was all that she said.

Carol was wearing a sexy new dress, just cut low enough to let me see the curves of her breasts. She loved dressing and acting like a woman and I loved her for that. Watching her face, seeing her chest move as she breathed, and feeling her foot playing with me under the table made me snap.

The startled look on her face told me she did not expect me to bound over to her side of the table like I did, my body pushing her further into the booth.

Taking her left hand in my left hand, I leaned closer to her and whispered, "Two can play at this game," as I slipped my right hand between her legs and began caressing the inside of her thigh.

"Oh!" was all she managed to peep, as my hand moved upward between her legs.

My fingers started massaging her pussy through the silky fabric of her panties. I could feel her lips part a little as I pressed my finger along that sweet crevice.

"Will there be anything else," came the voice of the waiter.

Carol nearly jumped with surprise, but I calmly kept rubbing the same spot. "No, thank you," I said, "Just the check please."

The waiter scurried away and I moved my hand higher up under her skirt, its activities masked by the table cloth. Carol gave me this helpless look as my hand slipped inside her panties, and when my finger glided over her shaved smoothness until it rested between her lips, she gasped.




New Horizons



I glanced around the room. There were diners at nearly every table, all oblivious to what was going on beneath our table cloth.

Twitching in her seat, Carol began moaning softly.

"Careful, Carol," I said. "You don't want to draw attention to us, do you?" I was so proud of myself, having finally turned the tables on my sexy vixen.

As I continued to rub Carol's now swollen clit, I looked at her face. She was biting her lip, and had a mixed look of pleasure and helplessness on her face.

The waiter returned with the check, saying "I'll take that whenever you're ready." He stood there for a moment, giving Carol a strange look.

As she grew closer to climax, Carol grabbed a handful of tablecloth with one hand and my thigh with the other. Her breath was coming faster and her face became a little flushed.

Finally, her body trembled as she came, my fingers moving over her clit and dipping into her wetness. It was the quietest I've ever seen her during orgasm!

After she came, her shoulders slumped a little and she looked at me with a wanton look that I'll never forget.

"Pay the bill!" she demanded.

Taking out my wallet I fished out some twenties and left them on the table.

I slid out of the booth and offered Carol my hand. Grabbing it she practically pulled me out of the restaurant at a sprint.

My car was in the parking structure nearby and Carol pulled me frantically up the two flights of stairs to where it was parked, near a cement column.

Once at the car, she turned and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. "I want you inside me!" she practically bellowed. "RIGHT NOW!"

Pushing her against my Mercedes, I lifted her skirt and pulled on her panties, tearing them from her body with a savage tug. Her hands frantically unzipped my pants and then pulled my stiff cock out.

Holding me tightly, I lifted her up onto the hood of my car and she wrapped her legs around me as we went at it like two ravenous wolves.

We were both so excited we didn't even notice when a car turned the corner on its way up to the next level. Did the driver simply see two people embracing after a date, or did he see two people in the throes of animalistic sex?

I know that I didn't care. All I wanted was Carol. Our love-making was torrid. She came quickly and hard, crying out loudly, and a few moments later she came again. After her second orgasm, I erupted inside her, I, too, nearly screaming with pleasure. Holding her face in my hands I kissed with a passion I had never known before. How was I so lucky to have found this woman? I asked myself. 

Now I don't want you to think that we made love in public all the time. Quite the contrary. In fact, we didn't make love every time we were together. Carol and I had too many interests in common. We like each other's company. But the times we make love in private are extraordinary. I love pleasing her and she loves pleasing me and that's what exciting sex is all about.

On the other hand, we both enjoyed the danger and excitement of doing the dirty deed in place where we might get caught or seen. Restrooms were a favorite spot, especially when someone came into the next stall. The park was fun, too, say during a jog in the park, we might stop behind some bushes for a little fun. I told Carol that I wanted to have her totally naked in public some day. That would be the ultimate rush.

The last episode I want to share with you was probably our most exciting adventure to date. We were driving along the highway on the way back from a romantic weekend at a lodge outside the city. Carol was wearing a lovely sun dress and was more beautiful than ever. The weekend had been so sexy. It had been nice to get away. The sun was shining. All was well.

Carol had been napping in the car. I enjoyed looking over at her as she slept, taking in her beautiful body and long, tan legs. Stretching her arms out, she awakened saying, "I just had the most wonderful dream!"

"Oh, really? What was it about?" I asked.

Laughing, she replied, "I'd rather show you!" Whereby she proceeded to reach over and unzip me, pulling out my flaccid cock.

"Carol! Do you want to get us in a crash?"

"Oh, I have total faith in you," she laughed as she leaned over and began sucking me.

I grabbed the steering wheel tightly as I enjoyed her warm lips on me, my erection growing in her mouth.

Looking up at me, she said, "Drive up beside an 18-wheeler, to let the driver watch us."

"Seriously?"

"Yeh, it will be sexy."

So I sped up to the next big truck and drove in parallel with it while Carol sucked me. I looked over to see the driver watching us with a smile on his face. As I sped away, he blasted his horn in thanks.

That only encouraged Carol. Hiking up her dress, she quickly took off her panties. "Let's do it again!" she laughed.

As she sucked me, she lay across the seat, legs open, fingers massaging her pussy. I pulled up to the next big truck and stayed even with it for a while. The rig swerved towards us a little, probably shocked at the sight of a lanky blonde fingering herself while giving her boyfriend a blow job.

"Yikes!" I cried, as I sped up once again.

"I'm so horny now!" Carol said with a real pathetic look on her face. "We have to pull over and do it!"

"Okay, at the next exit I'll get off and we can find a rest room or something," I offered.

"No, I want it now!" she cried.

"Carol, I can't just pull over so we can do it on the side of the highway?"

"Why not? Nobody will believe their eyes anyway."

Well, she had a point. Besides I was totally turned on by now.

Turning on my signal, I slowed down and pulled onto the berm. Traffic was pretty constant with cars and trucks zooming past us at a regular rate.

Carol climbed over the seat into the back seat and quickly pulled off her sun dress.

"Oh my god, Carol! Are you crazy?" I said as my eyes devoured her body. I could tell she was excited because her nipples were hard as diamonds.

"You said you wanted me naked in public, didn't you?"

I opened both door on the passenger side to help shield us from the passing cars. Carol lay naked across the seat, fondling herself, and generally teasing the hell out of me. 

Looking back at the on-coming traffic, I wondered what the heck we were doing, but Carol's body was so enticing I knew that it didn't matter what happened, I had to have her.

Pulling off my shirt, I stood looking over the roof of my car for a moment, watching the cars pass. Then quickly pushing down my shorts, I climbed in on top of Carol. The car shook with the wake of the passing vehicles, especially if a big truck went by. Occasionally, someone would honk or swerve a little as they caught a glimpse of the two of us naked in the back seat.

I don't think I've ever been so excited. Carol's arms and legs were wrapped around me as she pulled me closer. I could feel her rock hard nipples piercing my chest. And she was so wet! All the while she kept talking: "Mmmmm, feels so good! Faster!" 

I'm not sure how many times Carol came, but I know that it was at least three times. I was caught between excitement and apprehension. It's not every day that I make love on a busy highway, you know. With her hands on my ass, pulling me more deeply into her, I finally came, the electricity of it was overwhelming.

Getting up off Carol and pulling on my shorts, I looked at her naked body. Carol's breasts were heaving as she lay there with her eyes closed.

"Come on, Carol. We have to get going!" I pleaded

Pushing up on her elbows she smiled and said, "That was awesome, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Awesome. Now come on!" I looked back up the highway at the on-coming traffic and nearly had a heart attack. A police car, flashers flashing, was approaching and obviously going to stop behind us.

"Shit! Get dressed! It's the cops," I screamed.

Carol grabbed her sun dress and quickly pulled it on just as the patrol car stopped behind us. I stood beside my car, trying to act nonchalant, to greet the officer. "Is there a problem?" I asked in a meek voice.

"I just stopped to see if you had car trouble," he said looking at Carol in the back seat.

"No, officer, my girlfriend felt a little sick so we stopped so she could get in the back seat to lie down," I said, grimacing at the lame story I concocted.

"Okay, well, you can't stay parked here. You better get going," he said. "Maybe she doesn't feel well because her dress is on inside out!" He smiled and then turned to go back to his squad car.

I jumped back into my car, put my signal on, and slowly started down the edge of the highway until I could pull out into traffic.

Once in traffic, Carol again climbed over the seat into the passenger side. I looked over at her and we both burst out laughing. Her sun dress WAS on inside out.



New Horizons



Toni came awake slowly. She could hear voices in the distance, and as she opened her eyes, she saw medical equipment and monitors all around the room she was in.

Her emerald green eyes darkened as she wondered what she was doing in a hospital. She checked herself over, moving her arms and legs to find nothing broken or wrong except for a slight headache and a little stiffness in her body.

Focusing on the voices, she saw two men in blue scrubs standing in the hallway talking.

She could not understand them but that didn't worry her because she knew she was in a foreign country. Her new husband Jason had surprised her with a trip to Sweden for their honeymoon.

She smiled as she thought of Jason, remembering his laughter as she tried to find out what his surprise gift to her was going to be.

Wondering once again why she was here, she slowly sat up as she tried to remember the last thing she did, and a picture of Jason on the trail they were exploring came to her mind. She had just told him she was going to look at the view from the cliff and turned away from him to walk over to the ledge. She remembered nothing after that.

Toni's brow wrinkled in frustration as she tried to remember more and she rose up straighter in the bed. This caught the attention of one of the men standing outside her door. He said something to the other man and they both watched as Toni stretched, enjoying her unconsciously sensuous movements. He smiled when she noticed them watching her, blushing as she lowered her arms to her sides. He watched her delicate fingers play with the edge of the sheet as they walked into her room.

Toni smiled hesitantly at the man that came to her bedside. Meeting his eyes she asked, " hello, can you tell me why I am here and where is my husband Jason? Oh, I hope you can speak American."

The man smiled back at her and she thought to herself, I bet the girls of this country don't mind being put in this hospital. She looked at the other guy as he was pouring some liquid into a small cup.

They were both handsome and muscular, the one standing next to her had black hair, while the other had brown. Her smile deepened momentarily, as she thought that they couldn't compare to her Jason though.

The black haired one answered her. " I speak some, pretty one. I not know husband." He watched her incredible green eyes darken even more and her smile dimmed as her lips trembled for a moment before she asked him, " Then can you please find someone that can tell me what's happened? I can't remember."

Toni rubbed her forehead in frustration as she watched the brown haired man approach her holding out the cup to her. She took it, smiling politely at him, then turned to the black haired one as he answered her. " Yes pretty one, I take you there, but you drink first. Medicine." He grinned, as Toni smelled the liquid and her nose wrinkled. " Warn, it taste bad."

Toni reached out and rested her hand on his forearm. His breath caught when she gently squeezed his arm, then smiled at him again. He was amazed at how beautiful she was. He forced his natural reaction away, making himself focus on what she was saying instead, " thank you for the warning. I feel fine, but if you think I need this, I will take it. Oh I hate medicine!" he felt her fingers tighten on his arm as she swallowed the bitter liquid. He grinned in sympathy when she shuddered, and inhaled then exhaled quickly.

Toni drew in her breath again, making a face as she handed the cup back. The brown haired one caught her expression and chuckled, as he accepted the cup then moved away. Toni heard and laughed at herself also, saying, " if that old saying about the worst the medicine tastes, the more it cures is true, then I think I'm set for at least the next 50 yrs or so."

The black haired man looked at her sharply, amazed at the accuracy of her words. He relaxed when he realized the girl was just innocently talking. She had no idea how true her words were, yet. He smiled when she squeezed his arm again, then let go, to ask him, " may I get up please? I do feel fine. And I really need to find Jason."

He nodded and stepped back as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed. His smile widened as her gown rose up her thighs when she scooted closer to the edge to stand. He felt another shaft of desire hit him when as he helped her off the bed, he caught her scent. He quickly controlled his features as she looked up at him.

Toni didn't notice his reaction because she was just realizing how tall he was, as she stood up. She was 5 foot 5 inches, and he had to be at least 6 foot 6 or 7 inches tall, because she noticed her head barely reached his shoulder. Her eyes sparkled in humor as she met his eyes, and she remarked, " please don't think me rude but, wow, you sure are tall! I barely reach your chest."

To-Ar laughed at her frankness, as Rem handed her a lightweight robe. He told Rem in their language, " this one will be interesting to train I'm betting. I envy Regan." Rem nodded in agreement, as he watched the girl put the robe on. " She does seem to have a higher than usual intelligence and spirit, doesn't she?"

Toni listened to them talk, smiled questioningly when they laughed, and asked, " may I have a drink of water please?"

To- ar nodded his head, telling her, " yes, but I take you first. You get drink there."

Toni wanted to find out what was going on a lot more than she needed a drink at this point so she agreed. She lightly held onto his forearm again as he turned towards the door. She said before they left, " would you mind telling your co worker thank you for me, please?"

To-ar looked at her intensely again, surprised but pleased also, at her show of manners. His gaze-met Rem's as he said, " definantely more intelligence than I've seen in a long while, yeah. Her beauty is obvious, but this, this is rare."

Rem had to agree. He smiled at her, envying Regan also, as he watched To-ar take her through the door.

To-ar could feel her fingers tremble against his arm as they walked down the hall and he wondered how she was going to react when she finally realized what was happening to her. He could envision the scene that was about to take place in Regan's office and again envied the man.

Toni curiously glanced into the other rooms as they passed them and saw only women. She realized that this must be a woman's only section of the hospital. She thought this strange, but then it was a different country.

They came to a door at the end of the hall and she watched as the man pushed a button on the intercom attached to the wall next to it. She listened quietly as he spoke to the other person, thinking that their language sounded a lot like French to her. She liked how fluid and smooth the words sounded.

To-ar heard her soft gasp when the door moved inwards a fraction, then slid into the wall. He looked at her expressive face, seeing her amusement, and had to smile, when she told him that only doors on something she called an elevator opened like that.

Toni was pushed gently into the doorway, but she turned back to the man before he left to say, " Thank you also, for your help." he nodded and said, " goodbye pretty."

To-ar watched the blush spread across her cheeks as she told him, " My name is Toni." His smile widened as he backed up so the door could close. He replied just before the door separated them, " pretty Toni."

Toni shook her head in embarrassment as the door slid shut. She could feel her cheeks pinking and tried to ignore them as she turned around.

Her cheeks were forgotten when she took her first look at the room. Toni thought the layout of the office was very interesting. It was split into two levels. She was standing on the upper level and directly in front of her about four yards, in the middle of the room, was a giant circular couch that was even with the floor on her side and opened out into the lower part of the room.

It was huge and a dark rich brown color. She noticed how the padding covered the back and seat then smiled when she saw the padding also had been added to the floor inside the circle. There were multi colored pillows to complete the design.

On either side of the couch was a set of wide steps that led to a bar on the right and what looked like a conference area on the left. She could see a desk setting at the far end of the lower half of the room and a door was next to it.

Toni walked down the right steps and approached the desk as the door opened and another incredibly handsome man entered. She stared at him a moment, wondering how this hospital could be lucky enough to get all the good-looking men to work here? She smiled at that silly thought and at the man as he met her in front of the desk.

Regan was pleased as he looked into the girls emerald eyes. Her smile was bright and her face was beautiful with soft lips and high cheekbones. Her nose tilted just a bit, giving her a mischievous look. Yes, he thought to himself, I believe I made a good purchase this time.

He handed her the translator and watched her as she examined it, nodded slightly and startled him by putting the instrument into her ear, exactly how it was supposed to fit. His gaze sharpened substantially as he met her eyes and read curiosity and something else he couldn't define. He decided not to pursue that thought for now when he felt his desire stirring, as his eyes finished examining her body. She was small boned, but perfectly shaped. Regan wanted to get this first part of her training over quickly so he smiled and told her, " Hello, I am Regan."

Once again she surprised him when she held up her hand, waved her fingers at him, then replied, " hello to you also, my name is Toni Lowry." Regan controlled his features, hiding his growing astonishment, when she continued, " thank you for the translator. I like this design, I must say. Very convenient to use."

Regan relaxed slightly as he remembered that the planet she was taken from was a recent rediscovery, and might very well have technology. He made a mental note to research the subject more, as he rested his hand lightly on her shoulder inquiring, " Would you like something to drink Toni Lowry?"

Toni nodded and felt his hand turn her toward the bar. She moved gracefully, unconciosly fueling his lust as he watched her walk. He was growing impatient, but curbed the emotion as they reached the bar. He poured her a glass of water, and then casually let his finger glide over the paper that held the aphrodisiac pellets. One instantly adhered to his fingertip and as he handed Toni the glass he touched her hand. The pellet was microscopic, so she couldn't see it, and once absorbed into the skin, it took about ten minutes to work.

He smiled at her when she put the glass down and asked him, " Mr. Regan where is my husband Jason? Please, tell me, has something happened? The last thing I remember is turning to see the view on the trail we were on."

Regan first said, " Come, sit and relax as we talk." And led her to the couch. He watched as she sat down, then settled himself a couple of feet away from her, before he continued, " Is this husband your Master, little one?"

Toni blushed faintly as she shook her head. " My Master? No that's a very different word. Jason is my mate. We are married." Her brow wrinkled with worry as she looked at him. " I'm starting to get very worried about him. He would be here with me right now, unless something has happened to him. Please tell me what's going on."

Regan watched her waiting for the first effects of the drug to appear, as he answered, " patience, little one, you will understand everything very soon, I assure you. Now I would like you to tell me the difference of mate and master. Also of married, because the translator doesn't recognize it."

Toni became slightly irritated with Regan, but kept her voice pleasant as she said, " alright I will. Then I must insist that you tell me where Jason is." She paused talking, feeling an odd tingle in her stomach, then continued as it went away. " In this instance, mate means a person that is your chosen partner. Being married means a couple have bonded themselves to each other. The word master has different meanings, the first being expertly skilled at something, the second meaning is to own someone." once again she felt a tingling sensation. It seemed to start in her belly.

Regan shook his head as he watched her adjust her robe. He said, "I do not know of your husband, pretty." Toni blushed faintly before her brow wrinkled in confusion. "My name is Toni, Toni Lowry. I don't understand why I was brought here if you can't help me. I need to see Jason." She shivered suddenly as a wave of something flushed through her. She could feel a tingling sensation starting in her center and seem to work it's way around inside of her.

Regan's eyes darkened as he saw the first effects of the drug starting in her. He told her, "He said this is to get you here, Toni. Jason will no longer matter to you now." He watched her nipples harden though the thin fabric before she replied," what are you talking about! Jason will always matter to me. I think I had better go."

Toni started to rise but another wave raced through her, causing her to gasp. She looked at Regan suspiciously as she said, "what have you done to me?" She saw him smile as she raised her knees up in front of her.

Regan stayed still, just watching her as he answered, "you belong to me now, pretty, forget this Jason." He watched her head shake in denial. Her eyes flashed fire at him as she answered, "your crazy! I'm leaving." Toni watched his smile widen and she couldn't stop the shiver passing through her. She realized that there must have been a drug in the water he had given her. Her body was tingling, and flushing in turns, and she could feel the heat building up and heading to her womanhood. It was like a giant orgasm forming in her and she was powerless to stop it. She shook her head and started to push herself up onto the floor behind the couch as Regan told her, "you have nowhere to go pretty Toni. I will have you before you leave this room."

Regan stood up as she backed away from him, sliding across the floor to the door. He started undressing as he watched her stand and try to unlock it. He said to her, "you will not get it open. Come back to me little slave."

Toni ignored him as she feverishly tried to remember the sequence of numbers to open the door. She was trying desperately to fight the sensations coursing through her, but they were becoming painful. Her womanhood was on fire, aching with wanting release. She heard him command her to come back once more and she cried out, "Go to hell! I am not a slave! You have no right to do this!"

Regan pulled his shirt off and laid it aside, then slipped out of his shoes. He shrugged off his pants and then silently moved up behind Toni. He could hear her ragged breathing as she pounded on the keypad.

Toni cried out and lashed out at him when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She whirled around and backed away, sliding down the wall toward the bar, as Regan steadily followed her. She was getting so sensitive that the fabric of her gown was unbearable. She took off the robe as she told him again, "stay away from me! I won't let you do this!"

Regan let her put the bar between them and replied as he fixed himself a drink. "You have no choice, little one. I bought you for your beauty and I will enjoy your body to the fullest. Soon you will come to me. I will not force you, I will not have to. The drug will bring you to me, you see. There is only one way to make your pain stop. And that is to have me inside you."

Toni listened in growing horror at his words. She shuddered as another wave coursed through her. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she tried to fight the sensations. She ached with unfulfilled desire, but she was determined not to give in to it. She focused on his remark about buying her and said, "You-you said you bought me. You c-can't do that. I am an American citizen! You can't buy people, there are laws against it!"

Regan inhaled as he saw her nipples grow more prominent, pushing against the thin fabric of the gown as she hugged herself. He could smell her musk from where he stood and knew that she was in acute pain from needing to orgasm. He laughed quietly before answering her, "This maybe true on your planet, girl, but not on mine. And you are on mine now."

Toni looked at him incredulous. On his planet? He must be delusional, she thought. She looked away and noticed the other door that he had came in before. She didn't see a keypad next to it.

Regan saw her look at the door and as she moved, he caught her. He laughed again as she tried to bite him. He was a little amazed that she could fight so fiercely as he picked her up and started toward the couch. She tried to twist out of his arms as she said, "I don't want you! Please, don't do this!" He could feel her body trembling as he held her to his chest. She glared at him and he could see the panic and fright behind the anger in her lovely eyes as he came to the couch. His lust grew stronger and he told her as he tossed her onto the padded floor below the couch, "You have much to learn, little Toni and it is my pleasure as well as my job to teach you." He saw her headshake in denial as her body twisted in frustration. She was not aware of how sensuous she looked to him as he pushed the button the on the panel beside the steps to raise the floor.

Toni started as she felt the floor rising. She realized that is was designed to turn the couch into a giant bed. She tried to get as far away from him as possible as the floor met the seat of the couch. She was gasping and her body was almost convulsing from the intense sensation, but she was determined to get away from this madman. She saw him start to remove his loincloth and she shuddered in dread.

Regan heard the intercom beep on his desk and frowned in irritation. He looked right at Toni then said as he turned away, "remove your gown. I will be right back." He smiled when she again told him to go to hell. Reaching his desk, he turned off the girl's interpreter before answering the call. It was one of the Med Techs that had handled Toni's tests.

"Lord Regan, we have the results from the second set of tests on the new girl. I thought you should know since they show that she is pregnant. Barely four days along." Regan thanked him then turned back to watch Toni. He knew that by now she was close to an agony of need to have a man thrusting into her. That is how the drug worked on a woman. The only way to relieve the pressure was the friction of coupling, then her orgasm. He realized that now he couldn't afford to wait for her to give into him as he did with all new slaves. No, he couldn't take a chance of her miscarrying if she fought him to the full potency of the drug side effects. He removed his loincloth and set it on the desk before turning her interpreter back on and heading back to her. 

Toni was barely conscious of Regan's presence as she twisted on the bed. She had tried to get back up to get the door again, but she was aching so much that she couldn't move fast enough. She felt his hand on her ankle and she tried to kick at him as he pulled her to the center of the bed. She couldn't stem the tears forming in her eyes as she cried out, "No! Don't please don't do this! I am not yours, I am Jason's. I love him! Please let me go!" She gasped as she felt his body cover hers, holding her pinned to the bed. She tried to push him away, but she knew he was to strong and her body became an inferno as his hand settled on her breast. She sobbed in frustration as her body betrayed her mind and responded to his touch.

Regan held her under him as he felt her delicate hands pushing against his chest. She shuddered when he flicked her nipple and he smiled. "Stop fighting me little slave. I will have you and you will orgasm over and over for me. This you cannot stop so why fight it. Forget your Jason; you will never see him again. You are my property now, little slave, and I want to enjoy all of you." He watched her head shake as she pushed harder against him. She met his eyes and he could see the tears make them shine brighter as she replied, "I will never forget my husband! I am not your property! You have no right to do this damn you! NO!" She cried out when he started to untie the strings at her shoulders holding the gown together.




New Horizons



Regan pulled her hands above her head and held them with one of his as she tried to stop him. He reached above her and opened the panels in the bed that held the restraining straps. They were built into the bed so that he could tie her arms above her head. There were matching straps at her feet. He tied her wrists down and finished untying her gown. He pulled it off to reveal her perfectly shaped body and breasts. He smiled with satisfaction as he cupped one again. Immediately it swelled, the nipple seeming to harden even more as he flicked it with his thumb. He heard Toni groan and he felt her shudder.

Regan settled his hips against hers and she couldn't stop herself from arching into him. He laughed gently at her as he told her, "see pretty one, your body knows what it wants. So I will give it the satisfaction we both crave." Regan ignored her denial and forced her legs open. He plunged into her and gasped as her walls immediately spasm as she orgasmed. She was so soft and tight that he was amazed. He pulled out and plunged back in, groaning as her womb once again caressed his penis. He could feel her legs straining to push away even as her hips met his every thrust.

Toni cried out as she felt her body explode with the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She arched into Regan as the waves of pleasure subsided, but then immediately started building again. "Please, please m-make this stop." She tried to relax, to force her muscles still, but the drug was too powerful and relentlessly the waves of sensations started over. "You belong to me now, sexy Toni. And I will end this when I please, not when you say, little slave. You would be wise to remember this," he said to her. She could feel Regan's hands moving over her body, caressing and exploring and she wanted to scream at him to stop, but she was afraid that he would hurt her.

Regan lost track of time as he enjoyed himself exploring her body. She was creating sensations in him that he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. Her responses were so intense to everything he did. He could feel her muscles tightening around him as be brought her to climax repeatedly. He felt his control slipping unexpectedly as she shuddered and his orgasm matched hers in intensity. He held her pinned close to him for a moment as he caught his breath.

Glancing at the clock on his desk as he rested briefly, he was surprised to see that three hours had gone by. He realized that she had not said anything for a while and turned her face to meet her eyes.

Toni was shaking and almost exhausted when he finally stopped and held her tightly after he came. She tried to concentrate on staying relaxed so that the drug would not start again. She didn't think she could take another episode so soon. She felt his hand caress her cheek before he lifted her face so that he could meet her eyes. Toni tried to look away but he just held her face still as he lowered his lips to softly meet hers in a brief caress.

Regan saw the pain and self-disgust she was feeling toward herself there in her eyes. He also saw her fear of him. He brushed the hair away from her face and as she flinched he said, "do not condemn yourself for something you cannot control, Toni, you cannot defeat the drug. You will realize this as time goes on."

Toni shuddered as she heard this. She looked at him as she said, "Please let me go home. You took w-what you wanted, and I would promise not to say anything about this, but I want to go home! I can't b-be what you're wanting. I cannot live like that." 

Regan replied, " You will learn to my beauty, in time. There is no way you can ever go back to your world." Toni twisted angrily in his arms as she listened. "My husband will find me! Jason will never stop looking for me. Why can't you see, I love him and he is the only man I want."

Regan scowled as she said this. But then smiled as he smelled her musk rising again. He started caressing her hips and belly as he told her, "That is not quiet true, little slave. Even now your body is awakening, wanting me inside of you." He slid his staff into her, feeling the welcoming warmth and her incredible tightness. "Like this. You meet my every thrust, little one. Your body knows what it needs."

Toni tried to relax as he moved above her. She knew she couldn't stop the drug from making her orgasm, but maybe if she stayed as calm and possible, they wouldn't be so intense. She answered him to distract herself, "I do not want you! I don't understand h-how you can want me. I will never love you! I could never give myself to you fully."

Regan thrust into her deeply, feeling her hips rising to match his every move and smiled as he listened, "what you are giving me now is enough. This love you speak of, I do not know the word. You must concentrate on pleasing me, not on memories of another master. I have you now and I will keep you until you are sold to another."

Toni shuddered as another orgasm built up in her. Tears blinded her green eyes and her head snapped back as she cried out and arched into him as she came. "I will never please you. I pity you if you've never known love." She broke off as she could feel another onslaught starting. She bit her lip as she tried to concentrate, "please how long w-will this go on? I want to-to stop."

Regan buried his staff into her, holding her hips still as she bucked under him. He shuddered as her orgasm caused her muscles to ripple around him. Looking 

At the half pain, half pleasure expression on her face he said, "you do please me little one. Whether you want to or not. The drug reacts to your resistance, the more you fight it the longer it will take to leave your system. We will be together for awhile, pretty Toni."

Toni cringed as she listened and felt him start to pump into her. He lowered his head and she felt his breath on her neck as he ran his tongue along a nerve and she shuddered. He traced a path toward her ear and she tried to pull away as far as she could, but he held her still. She could no longer control her tears as she felt him bringing her to another orgasm.

Regan laced his left hand through her silky hair and held her still as he pulled her ear into his mouth and gently bit it. He tasted her tears as he kissed his way to her mouth. He could feel her trying to resist as he ran his tongue along her lower lip before gently pulling it into his mouth. He suckled it, groaning with pleasure as he felt her womb contract around his penis. He slid his tongue between her lips and tried to force her teeth open, but she clamped them tight. He chuckled as he pulled away, "still fighting little one? So stubborn and foolish you are. But I will enjoy every moment so you have my permission to continue." He said tauntingly as he lowered his lips to her breast.

Toni tried to ignore her body as he caressed and took his pleasure from her involuntary responses. She thought briefly of Jason but forced his image from her mind. She couldn't stop her sob as she realized that he would be crazy with worry by now.

Regan frowned when she wouldn't answer him. He slipped his fingers down her belly until he reached her mound. He felt her tense as he slid them into her lips straight to her clit. He could feel her body trembling as he started stimulating her and still she said nothing. He was growing concerned for the unborn child, because he knew that the drug could still cause her miscarriage if she didn't stop trying to fight it. He heard her almost silent cry as she moved under him and realized that she would not give in. He said to her, "I will force this over and over. I must work all of the stimulants out of you Toni. Try to relax if you want this to end." He watched her nod silently and smiled as she bit her lip. He watched her eyes close as he started stimulating her body again.

Once again, he lost track off time as he took her over and over. He made sure the drug was almost gone before he felt his control slip and he orgasmed. He had turned her over and was thrusting into her, enjoying the feel of her soft buttocks and back. He pulled her against his chest tightly as he shuddered and came.

Toni heard his ragged breathing and she could feel his heart pounding against her as he caught his breath. She was exhausted. She felt him untie the restraints and could barely move her arms and legs closer to her body. She prayed that he was finished as she felt his arms loosen around her.

Regan could smell her musk and was satisfied that drug was almost completely out of her system. He watched her curl up slowly and knew that she needed to rest. He could safely leave now though. He gently turned her to face him and looked into her eyes. A curious chill raced down his spine as he read the hopelessness and hurt she couldn't conceal. He shook his head as he pulled her face into his chest. He felt her tense as his hand caressed her back gently so he said, "relax, little one. You have satisfied me fully for now." Regan felt her nod slightly and heard her whisper, "I want to go home, please let me go home." He smiled in spite of his irritation at her stubbornness, and then frowned as he felt the wetness on his chest from her tears. He tightened his arms around her slightly as he realized that she needed this release. He let her cry herself to sleep before he moved away from her.

Watching her curl into a ball, Regan wondered if her body would give her next owner as much pleasure as it had him. He also realized that he would have to sell her to someone that would keep her exclusively for his personal slave. She had too much spirit to survive in a tavern. As he looked at her face, seeing the hurt she felt even as she dreamed, he knew that it would take a lot of time for this little one to accept her new life.

As he moved off the bed to start dressing, he started thinking of whom he could sell her to. He smiled as the perfect man came to mind. He owed him a favor and as he watched the girl sleep, he knew that this would repay him.

Toni awakened as she heard talking. She kept her eyes closed hoping they would not notice her as she listened. But Regan had turned her translator off, so she couldn't understand them. She heard laughter and the clinking of glass. Peeking though her lashes, she saw Regan talking to another man. She tensed when they looked at her.

Regan watched her eyes open as she sat up. He hardened as she moved but he knew that his time with her was over. As she pushed her hair from her face, he heard Srek groan quietly and smiled as he turned to him. "Beautiful isn't she. But not for us. I am giving her to Lord Drade."

Srek looked at Regan as he said, "giving, my Lord? You will not profit from her?" Regan shook his head, "not this time. I owe this Lord something and I think she will be more than enough to repay him."Srek watched as she reached for the gown and covered her front from his view. He saw the pain and fear she was feeling clearly on her face as she watched them warily. He smiled as she met his eyes then frowned as she shuddered.

Regan handed Srek her paperwork then reached for the slave bands. He turned her translator on, and then walked toward Toni watching her eyes darken as he approached her. "Hello pretty Toni, will you put these on or will I put them on you?"

Toni looked at the bands he was holding out to her. They were a smooth gold metal with writing on them and looked seamless. She said quietly as she took them, "I will, what are they for, if I may ask?" He answered as she slid them on her wrists and ankles. "They are slave bands little one. They mark you as mine for now." He watched Toni cringe as they automatically adjusted to fit her. She could not take them off now. Her arms went around her drawn up knees to shield her body as she said, "I am not a slave. I will not be what you want. I cannot be."

Regan frowned as he listened, "You will adjust in time, you have no choice, little one." He scowled as he heard her answer, "I have a choice. You cannot control my heart no matter what you do to me. I am not a slave."

Srek heard the girls reply and moved forward to stand beside Regan. He handed her the slaves tunic smiling as she thanked him unconsciously. Regan laughed when she turned away to dress. Srek watched her as she slid the tunic over her head and had to turn away before he lost the battle not to take her.

Regan smiled at him before saying, "she affects me the same. I actually lost track of time in our first session." his smile turned to a grin as he continued, " The second session lasted twice as long. The use of her body for your pleasure is included in her paper work. She is not to be used by anyone else."

Toni cringed on hearing this as she turned back to them. She saw the one called Srek smile as he looked at her. He held out his hand as he said, " come here, girl." she forced herself to move close enough for him to touch her, and tried not to resist as he pulled her off the couch.

Srek's smile widened as he moved aside so she could slide off the couch. He told Regan, "I am already anticipating the pleasure." Seeing her shudder slightly, he chuckled.

Regan felt her tense as he pulled her against his chest. Lifting her chin, she trembled, as he looked into her eyes. He was still a little amazed at her beauty and that he could read everything she was feeling in her eyes. It had been a long time since the hunters had found females that were even above average in genetic quality, let alone intelligence. But as he lightly ran his finger over her lip, he saw the intelligence behind her fear. He knew that she desperately wanted to pull away, as did most females after their first session, but where they would be stupidly trying to fight him still, she stood there, restraining her instincts.

He frowned as she blinked her eyes, seeing a single tear slide down her cheek.

He then said to her, "this is a new world to you, pretty Toni. You will believe me the instant you look at our sky. The one I am giving you to holds great power here. You have the choice of trying to please Him, or ending up in a tavern servicing any that claim you." He watched her eyes darken as he continued; "I hope you prove as smart as you are beautiful, for your own sake."

Toni shook her head slightly saying, "I am not yours to give. I cannot stop you, 

I know this. You will send me to wherever or who ever you wish, it doesn't matter. He will be disappointed."

Regan smiled at her stubbornness, saying, "Oh, I think not, Toni. Now little one it's time for your journey to start. Look to Srek, follow his orders and no harm will come to you." He tightened his hand gently around her chin as he lowered his lips towards hers. "I will have one last taste of you, though."

Toni's hands rose to his chest as he forced her lips open. She didn't realize she was pushing against him, as he pulled her tighter into his chest. His tongue teased hers as he held her steady. Regan growled softly and pushed her away. 

He tamped his desire for her down, realizing that he shouldn't have touched her again. Then he smiled, watching her back further away until she bumped into the side of the couch. She looked ready to bolt if he moved closer, and he laughed softly, as he turned to Srek saying, "Take her now, or I will delay your trip another day."

Toni heard the desire in Regan's voice and was almost grateful to Srek when he took her arm and started for the door behind Regan's desk. She could feel Regan's eyes watching her, until she was led through the door. She closed her eyes for a moment, as Srek took her straight across the room to another door. As they went out of it, Toni felt the sudden heat of the sun and opened her eyes.



New Horizons



Pelaam October 2007.

*

Captain Diego Alverez strolled jauntily through the colourful marketplace. Occasionally a stallholder would call out a greeting and the buccaneer would shout his reply or simply doff his red, feathered hat and affect a sweeping bow. He smiled widely. The financial success from his last cargo had been safely salted away, the swashbuckler retaining only a part to be able to spend freely. His raven-black, glossy hair was securely fastened at the nape of his neck by red ribbon matching the feather in his hat. His thin moustache covered the length of his upper lip and trailed either side of a generous mouth. His breeches were tight, tucked into knee-length, black leather boots and displayed his lower body to good advantage, as the ruffled white shirt did his torso. The buttons were unfastened enough to partially display his tanned, furred chest. The outfit was topped by a red bolero jacket. All in all he knew he looked powerful, masterful and oozed raw masculinity and sexual charisma. He drew admiring glances from men and women alike and revelled in the attention. His intelligent brown eyes caught a flurry of activity at the day's slave auction. His curiosity piqued, he went to investigate.

He stifled a gasp at what had caused such an interest by those around him. He stared at the young, male slave. The only thing that preserved his modesty was a tiny scrap of material that barely covered his groin. Long, smooth-skinned legs were hobbled by thick rope, the same kind of rope binding his hands tightly in front of him. The boy's hair was a little shorter and lighter than Diego's, but they shared the same deep, brown eyes, although the youth's were currently wide with fear. The buccaneer found himself mesmerised by the expanse of honey-gold skin displayed and then his eyes were drawn to the large dark discs adorning the smooth chest. He wondered how they would taste and licked his lips. Once again he looked at the expressive face. The boy was afraid and with good reason. Diego let his eyes survey the crowd. There were some here he would not even sell his worst enemy to. He shook his head lamenting the circumstances that had brought the youth into such a precarious situation, intending to move on. However, every time he tried, his feet seemed to remain in place and his eyes were drawn to the terrified, angelic visage. Then they opened wide with shock.

"You can see his beauty, ladies and gentlemen and we can also guarantee his virginity. Just think, a blank canvass onto which you can paint you desires. A boy perfect to train to indulge your every whim. Are we ready to commence bidding?" The auctioneer stroked his hand over the youth's thigh as he spoke, smiling at the futile attempt at evasion, and his question was answered by a roar from the crowd.

Diego was disgusted by the naked lust he could now see in many eyes. His heart ached at the thought of what depravity the chaste young man might face. He gave a frustrated growl of disgust. He had no need of a slave-boy and yet something would not let him walk away and abandon the youth. He fingered the medal he wore around his neck, which hung low enough not to be seen. The bidding was high, but his voyage had been unusually profitable. He gave a trilling whistle that the crowd either failed to hear or chose to ignore. A non-descript man appeared silently and listened to Diego's precise instructions before scurrying away. Diego smiled as, just a couple of moments later, a blond man, in attire similar to his own, rapidly approached him.

"Why?" the tall, broad blond asked succinctly.

"Because," Diego shrugged, his fingers playing absently with his medallion. The action was noted by the other man, who nodded.

"What She wants, She gets, my friend," he smiled. He looked at the youth. "Go and do what you must. He looks like he could do with a decent break."

Diego waited till the auctioneer had called a price twice before putting in his own bid. It was generously higher than the current price.

The auctioneer caught the dark-eyed gaze and rapidly called the bidding to its conclusion. He was savvy enough to know it didn't pay to cross Captain Alverez, especially when the seafarer could jeopardise his future business. He pulled the trembling youth from his pedestal and bowed obsequiously to Diego and his companion as he handed over the rope-bound slave.

"A pleasure to do business with you, Captain," he said, his voice oily. "I'm certain you will be well-pleased. He is a high-quality piece of flesh."

Diego barely heard the odious man's words. His eyes were appraising the slender body. The boy needed feeding up and filling out. He thought the youth could perform basic cabin-boy duties to start with and then they would see whether he would make a crewman. He glanced askance at the lithe form. He was certain there was a hint of steel in the slim frame.

"What language does he speak?" the blond asked, seeing Diego's attention was elsewhere.

"English, Mr Sharpe," came the reply. "I'm sure your good self and the esteemed captain will train him well."

Diego gave a snort of disgust and pulled at the rope that was attached to the bound hands.

"Follow us," he commanded, as he strode away, his blond companion easily matching his pace. "Dios mio! I detest that man, Boro."

"Let us get the boy safely aboard 'Maria', Diego. We are attracting unwanted attention with our silent beauty," Boro murmured, his eyes darting back and forth and his hand resting near the pommel of his sword.

"Swiftly, boy," Diego commanded, then cursed himself for his own stupidity. The youth was still hobbled. He unsheathed his sword and sliced easily through the rough hemp. He heard the gasp of fear and clasped the boy's thin shoulder in what he hoped was a friendly gesture of reassurance. "I will not hurt you. Now let us hasten."

They boarded his ship, the 'Santa Maria' without incident, although the two older men were aware of being followed. Diego headed to his quarters, slave in tow, whilst Boro went to his own cabin. Diego sighed as the young man huddled fearfully, his hands trying to protect his crotch.

"I have said I will not hurt you, boy," he reminded the youth patiently. He could understand the young man's fear and did not want to consider what he may have suffered to be so scared. "Let me untie your hands." He scowled at the abraded wrists. They would need some treatment. He knelt to cut the rope attached to slender ankles and could see these were equally damaged. Up close he could see bruising to the youth's body that spoke of abuse or futile attempts at resistance. He stood to answer a knock to his door.

"They boy will need clothing," Boro said, as he thrust an armful of items at Diego. "These either don't fit or I would not choose to wear them again. He will probably feel better when no longer as good as naked."

"Gracias, mi amigo," Diego said, clasping Boro's arm.

Diego sorted through the myriad clothes, selecting what would be suited to a cabin-boy. He set aside breeches, shirt and a woollen waistcoat. Shoes would have to wait until he could buy the boy a pair. He held them out with a friendly smile.

"Dress yourself," he said kindly.

"P...Please, sir, may ... may I wash?" The question was so quietly spoken Diego barely heard the words. 

The older man poured water from a jug into a basin, set the towel where it could be reached and indicated the boy could proceed. The water would be cold, but it was clean. Diego tried not to watch as the youth's hands traversed the golden sea of silken skin. He especially tried not to watch as the loincloth was removed and lax genitals and creamy mounds were cleansed. As the perfunctory wash was completed, the youth donned the offered apparel. He now looked marginally older, although from his discreet glimpses Diego was certain he was looking at a grown man; a young, beautiful, afraid man.

"You have been purchased by Captain Diego Alverez. I am not in the market for a slave-boy, but could make use of a cabin-boy. You will need to demonstrate your obedience to me before I can permit you to wander freely aboard 'Maria'. So, firstly, your name?" Diego asked.

"N ... Nathaniel," came the whispered reply.

"I will call you 'Nat'," Diego declared. The Spaniard growled his discontent as there was another knock at his door. However, the bearer of news brought something of importance and Diego huffed angrily about having to go and sort something about his next shipment he thought already well in hand.

"You will remain in my cabin," he said to Nathaniel. "Do not attempt to leave. Food and water will be brought to you and I will send someone to tend to your wounds."

As he left, Nathaniel watched with a mix of relief and regret. Although the handsome Spaniard had shown him kindness, Nat still didn't feel able to fully trust him, but neither did he want to be alone. He stared at the cabin that was now his prison. The bunk had pillows and coverlet in crimson damask. The wooden table was highly polished and of good quality. There was a chaise-lounge in red and gold brocade. A shelf held a crucifix and several images of the Virgin. A large, polished chest of wood and bronze was under the porthole. Seeing the small window to the outside world, Nathaniel walked over to peer outside. He stared at the expanse of sea and sky, there was no escape, except by death and Nathaniel wasn't ready to die. Perhaps Captain Alverez was a man of honour. 

True to Diego's word, an older man came in to clean and dress the damaged flesh at Nathaniel's wrists and ankles. The chamber pot was pointed out to him with instructions to empty it through the porthole when necessary, then he was left alone again. The man came back twice more; the first time bringing soup and bread, the second with bread, cheese and an apple. On both occasions, Nathaniel received fresh water. Nothing was said about how long Diego would be absent. As the cabin became dark, too afraid to take a cover for himself, Nathaniel simply curled up on the chaise-lounge to sleep.

****

Nathaniel had no idea how long he had slept, but as he awoke he could tell by the motion of the ship they were already at sea. Returning to the porthole, Nathaniel stared at the unending vista of turquoise and azure, then started as Diego breezed into the room.

"We've put up sail and are away on our next voyage, Nat," he said, speaking as though Nathaniel was already a seasoned member of his crew. His mind was immersed in ensuring there was nothing he had forgotten either regarding his cargo, crew, supplies, the tides...that he forgot one vital component.

Nathaniel knew nothing of Diego's thoughts or expectations. All he had to fall back on was the cruelty he had experienced at the hands of his last ship's captain. He stared in mounting distress as Diego continued immersed in his own thoughts.

"I need to take you out on deck so you can swear your fealty to me in front of the crew," he muttered, finding and donning a clean shirt from his chest. "You were a slave, but they need to see what you are now," he said.

Nathaniel had been dazed to find himself staring at Diego's broad chest and was dizzied by Diego's rapid-fire, accented speech. His mind focused on just one thing. He was to be taken before the crew. He began to tremble, his head shaking his denial. He could not ... not again. Diego's voice became a drone that Nathaniel heard buzzing in his ear and was then pulled behind the bigger man as they headed out on deck.

Boro was already stationed at the ship's wheel. He watched with mounting concern as Diego approached; a vacant-eyed Nat training in his wake. Diego was an excellent seaman and could juggle a multitude of things in his mind, which was an admirable trait as ship's captain. However, the Spaniard could become so involved with the wider picture he could easily miss important things underneath his nose. As now. Coming to stand close to the blond, Boro tried to take advantage of Diego's proximity to alert the dark-haired man to Nat's clear distress, but Diego remained oblivious. Even from the main deck, some of the gathered crewmen were pointing and shaking their heads. Boro groaned in frustration. He indicated for a crewman to come and replace him at the wheel as Diego commenced his speech.

"Our last voyage was a most profitable one," he declared, receiving a cheer from his crew. "I have a new member to bring before you. Although purchased at the auction, Nat is to be my cabin-boy for the present and I am certain you will welcome him aboard and teach him anything he needs to know. He will now kneel and offer his fealty to me and to 'Maria' and those who sail in her. "On your knees, Nat," he said, his eyes never leaving his crewmen's faces. When he wasn't instantly obeyed, Diego simply tightened his grip on Nat's arm, believing to look at the boy would be perceived as a weakness he couldn't afford to show.

Boro could see the disaster looming and immediately took steps to avert it.

"Forgive me, Nat," he murmured to the trembling youth, certain his words would be as unheard as Diego's had been. Using a move he and Diego had learnt from a Chinaman, Boro gripped tightly at the junction of Nat's shoulder and neck and, applying pressure, pushed downwards.

With a soft yelp of pain, Nat dropped to his knees and as he did, Boro met the angry gaze from his friend and captain.

"He is petrified," Boro whispered and then turned to the crew.

"I expect you all to offer Nat any assistance he needs in the future. For now Captain Alverez will teach him his duties as cabin-boy." Boro looked at Diego to see the concern in dark eyes. "Let's get him back to your cabin," he whispered.

Nat followed as unresistingly back as he had out onto the deck. As he was pushed inside, Diego reached to him and was stunned by the scream of abject fear.

"Do not touch me, do not touch me." Nat huddled at the side of the chest, shaking and crying.

"Nat, please," Diego tried again. This fear was worse than when he'd brought the boy aboard and he had no idea what he had done. He felt powerless. //How did I fail to see how afeared the boy had become? I promised I wouldn't hurt him// Diego thought bitterly.

"Diego?" The Spaniard heard Boro call through his door and opened it to let the blond enter.

"He will not let me near. What have I done?" Diego said helplessly.

"Let us see if we cannot find out," Boro said. He dropped to his knees and inched slowly forward to be closer to the sobbing, shaking youth. "Nathaniel, can you hear me?" he asked softly. His response was a small whimper. "Nathaniel, please look at me." Boro was pleased at the tiny movement of Nat's head. "That's it," he said holding out his arms. "Come on, son," he coaxed and was stunned at the reaction.

Nathaniel was terrified. Diego wanted ... would ... he was just like Le Diable Mal. His thoughts were fractured and circled endlessly in his panicked mind. Slowly he became aware of a soft voice that called to him. He latched onto the sound. At the word 'son', all the pent up emotion of the last week surged to the fore. He launched himself into the open arms and clung desperately to the large, warm body seeking warmth, safety and comfort.

"It's alright, son," Boro crooned, kissing the top of Nat's head affectionately. "It's going to be just fine."

Diego fought to damp down the jealousy that ignited in his breast at the sight of his friend's intimacy with the beautiful boy. He reminded himself that Boro was simply comforting the distressed youth. He knelt alongside his companion and stroked Nat's hair soothingly.

"I swear by the blessed Virgin that you will come to no harm aboard my ship," he said quietly, but firmly as he turned Nat's face from Boro's chest to look him in the eye. "Por favor, Nat, tell us what scared you so much that I can ensure it never happens again."

Slowly Nathaniel sat back to look from the blond to the dark, both men wearing the same expression of concern. They were not...? His head tilted to one side then the next, reminding Diego and Boro of a confused puppy, then he began to speak.

"I was on a ship with my uncle and aunt," he said, his voice stronger, but still quiet. "They had been my guardians since the deaths of my parents. They were good enough, but very distant, they knew nothing of being affectionate towards an eight-year-old child. I tried to do all that they required of me and undertook schooling, where I did very well. However, they had no intention of paying for university education. They began canvassing for marriage for me when I was just sixteen and a year ago, not long after my seventeenth birthday, found a lady they thought most suitable. She and I corresponded, although all I really knew of her was her love of poetry and that she was almost ten years my senior. Uncle and aunt were very cautious regarding vetting letters we exchanged. They purchased carriage aboard a small cargo ship. It was a new and wonderful experience. The captain was an elderly man and delighted in my interest, teaching me to use maps and charts. 

We were attacked by pirates and it was all over as soon as it began. His crew offered no resistance and yet were slain. When the pirates burst into Captain Kellen's cabin, my guardians were also amongst the dead. I failed to understand the pirate Captain, Le Diable Mal's, innuendoes. The captain told him I was an innocent going to meet my betrothed and begged for clemency. Instead Le Diable Mal just laughed as his men slit Captain Kellen's throat.

They sank my ship and took me aboard theirs where I was instantly taken to the captain's cabin." At this point Nathaniel took a deep breath to be able to continue with his tale. "Le Diable Mal lived up to his name. He stripped me and touched me, telling me that if he had weeks rather than days before reaching port he would have taught me how to pleasure men. Instead he would sell me as untouched at auction and command a good price. He spilt his seed on me, lying atop me and grunting like an animal in my ear."

When he'd pleasured himself enough that way he touched me over and over till my manhood rose and spurted, telling me I was made for pleasure. He made me stroke his flesh till he spilt again. He finally fell asleep with me beneath him tied to his bunk. When he awoke, he took me out on deck. He laughed, as his crew ran their hands over my flesh, before forcing me to my knees and putting his organ in my mouth. I thought I would choke; I could barely breathe. He made me swallow some of his release and let the rest coat my face and hair as his crew laughed and jeered. That became my routine for the next three days. Then he sold me once we landed, swearing my chastity, and the auctioneer insisted on... on checking." Nathaniel's voice finally broke as he concluded his tale.

Diego moved to envelop the slender frame in a tight hug.

"I am not that monster, although I have heard the name of the man of whom you speak. You will not be used in that way aboard my ship, Nat. Nothing you do not desire will be done to you. I swear it."

"As do I," Boro added.

Nathaniel looked from one man to the other. He could see the sincerity shining in deep brown and earnest blue orbs. He thought back carefully of his time aboard 'Maria'. Nothing had been done to harm him. He'd been fed, clothed and cared for. Diego was different to Le Diable Mal. It had been his own fear out on deck, neither of the men before him had tried to... hurt him in any way."

"I ... I believe you," he said slowly. "I just thought ... thought ... I was so very scared."

"There is no need to fear either of us, Nat," Diego promised. He placed a chaste kiss to the smooth brow and cupped the angelic face in gentle hands. "I cannot change my course now, but after this journey is complete I could take you anywhere you wished." 




New Horizons



"I do not know where my fiancée resided. That was restricted to my guardians, but marriage was not my choice. I have nothing, nobody," he sighed sadly.

"Then make a choice now," Diego said, using a finger to lift Nat's chin. "I offer you freedom and a role aboard my ship. You will receive a good wage and, if we earn it, a share of a bonus. If you chose to remain loyal to me, sail with me again, but if you want to leave at any time, you are free to do so."

"You paid so much for me," Nat whispered, remembering the look in the eyes of the man he thought would succeed in purchasing him.

"I will consider that money repaid if you lose your fear of us," Diego smiled. "Do we have an accord?"

"Yes," Nat smiled, for the first time in what felt like a very long time.

The three men slowly arose and Boro pulled Nat into a strong embrace.

"You will enjoy being one of the crew," he said, pulling back and slapping the slim back. "We cannot change what has happened before, but Diego and I will care for you from now on," he vowed, dropping a kiss to dark tresses.

****

Nathaniel decided to throw himself fully into his role as Diego's cabin-boy. He quickly leant some of Diego's likes and dislikes and the times the captain preferred his meals or treats. He knew that Diego liked a glass of ruby port to be served after he had spent time at the wheel or poring over maps. Nat had found Boro easy to talk to and the crew were helpful and would tell him tales he was uncertain were true or tall.

All-in-all, things were going well, yet there was one unexpected cloud on Nat's horizon; Captain Diego Alverez himself.

It was not that the captain behaved in any way less than a completely honourable man as he had promised. He behaved impeccably. However, Nat found himself stealing glances at the handsome man at every opportunity and, given they shared Diego's cabin, they were aplenty. Diego slept in his bunk whilst Nat had the chaise-lounge, his small frame fitting perfectly. Time and again Nat found himself with the sight of the broad, tanned, furred chest on open display. Other times, he was gifted a view of the muscular thighs and buttocks and occasionally the heavy sex that hung between Diego's legs. Nat found the thoughts and emotions disturbing and confusing. He did not feel them for anyone else aboard 'Maria', not even the handsome, suave Boro. His golden-skinned chest with its sprinkling of red-gold fur did not arouse the same feelings in his heart, and lower extremities, as did that of Diego. Nat held his head in his hands. He was so confused. In an effort to clear his head, he picked up the dusting cloth and began to polish the cabin's table with a vengeance.

Diego opened the door to his cabin and stopped dead. Nat was bent over his table, his taut buttocks enticingly displayed in the tight breeches. All of the blood in Diego's body set a course southerly and the Spaniard felt his britches tighten. Diego felt permanently half-hard in Nat's company, but there would be no way he could explain his body away should the boy turn and see him. Quickly and quietly he shut the door as he retreated.

Boro lay naked on his bunk. One hand pulled each nipple in turn whilst the other lazily stroked up and down hard flesh, slicking the dusky-rose column with the fluid that seeped from the small slit. He began to pump a little faster.

"Boro, it's Diego. Let me in, mi amigo." A disembodied voice called from behind his locked door.

Boro growled discontentedly. At this time Diego should be in his own quarters enjoying his port. Not bothering to robe, Boro opened the door intending to tell Diego to come back another time, but the dark man was pushed past determinedly, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Diego," Boro said exasperatedly as he closed over the door. "I was taking care of business."

Diego's eyes seemed to suddenly focus and they took in the naked and aroused body. He licked his lips and swayed closer.

"Maybe we can take care of things together, mi amigo," he husked. He nudged his own erection into Boro's hip.

"Diego," the blond moaned as his hardness was captured and expertly stroked by the dark male. They had been friends, companions, and occasionally more, for over fifteen years. Diego knew Boro's body almost as well as the blond did himself and at the moment the Spaniard was using that knowledge to cloud his brain. It took an effort of will, but Boro put distance between them and then gazed at Diego's hurt expression. "Diego, you were already hard when you came here. It is not I that you desire and as your friend I would not expect you to treat me in so cavalier a manner. There has always been honesty between us. I would not see that change. Is it Nathaniel?"

"Yes," Diego murmured. "I simply walked in and saw him. My body reacted and I knew I had to get away."

"And you came to me," Boro said, a smile softening his features. "Diego, until you actually approach him you will never know his feelings. If he declines, it may make things easier for you around him. If he does not..."

"He was raped. I fear that if he thinks another man wants him it will make him scared once more. It has been so good to see him come out of his shell. As beautiful as he is to behold, it is his inner beauty that shines so brightly. I promised him ..."

"... nothing he does not want. You are not giving him the option of choice, Diego. That was also a promise you made to him."

"I don't know how to approach him," Diego confessed.

"Woo him, my friend," Boro said with a laugh, guiding the dark male to the door. "Surely a man with such a passionate nature as yourself has not forgotten how to pay court? Let your romantic side take command for a while."

"You are a good friend, Boro. Forgive me?" Diego asked.

"Of course," the blond smiled, kissing Diego softly. "Now you have some wooing to do and I have my own business to attend to. Be careful with him, Diego," he added seriously as the Spaniard departed.

****

Outside his own cabin, Diego took a fortifying breath. //Woo him// he thought wryly. As he stepped inside he noted the drink on the small round table at the head of the chaise-lounge and Nat sitting with a slightly anxious expression at its foot. He realised that the young man was used to him keeping precise hours whenever he could and, having diverted to Boro's cabin, was now late. Diego gave a warm smile that was instantly reciprocated and felt his heart constrict at the sight. //Por favor, Maria, Madre de Dios, do not let me destroy what we have managed to create// he prayed silently. He poured a second glass of port and sitting next to Nat handed him one whilst picking up his own. He held the glass in a toast.

"Thank you for all that you do, Nat," he said. "Please, share this drink with me."

"Um ... I've never tried port," Nat confessed. "I was permitted some watered sherry on special occasions," he added.

Diego smiled as Nat took a tentative sip of the rich, ruby-red elixir. The shy smile he received in return indicating the younger man's appreciation. Diego told him a little of his past and the drink loosened Nat's tongue enough for him to speak of the very sheltered, controlled, lonely life he had lived. It saddened Diego to think of the treatment the young innocent before him had endured in pirate's hands. He knew there were some who never recovered, their minds forever broken. Nat's resilience seemed to bear out Diego's initial feelings that Nat was stronger than he appeared. Without conscious thought, his hand reached to caress a smooth cheek.

"You deserve so much better, so much more," he murmured.

For a moment, time seemed to be suspended. The two men gazed into each other's eyes. Unconsciously their bodied aligned and slowly came together. Diego's lips finally closed over Nat's and time recommenced. The kiss was soft, chaste and gentle and conveyed the love Diego felt. As they parted, Nat stared dazedly at the older man.

"Nothing beyond what you are comfortable with, Nat," the Spaniard promised, his voice rough with emotion. He inwardly rejoiced as the youth leant forward and this time the kiss was wetter, deeper. At the soft 'oh' from Nat's lips, Diego's tongue sailed unchallenged into the unknown. He tasted every nuance of the warm, wet cavern, committing the sweet taste to memory. They parted slowly.

"Diego ... I cannot ... I do not know ... " Nat stuttered. His body screamed for closer contact with the older man and his heart ached for the love he sensed was freely offered, but his young mind shied away.

Diego clasped Nat's hands tightly, holding them to his own breast.

"I will not try and take what you feel unable to give, Nat," he swore. "You have suffered much in a short time. However long you need to decide, I will wait."

"Thank you, Diego," Nat said sincerely. As they sat, their hands entwined, hope burnt brightly in two hearts.

****

Boro was delighted to see something had changed between Diego and Nat. The Spaniard was seen openly gazing at the beautiful youth who, in turn, offered shy smiles

"So?' Boro asked, finally cornering Diego where none were around to see or hear.

"We are taking things slowly, as Nat needs," Diego said, smiling. "I do not wish to rush things when he endured so much, but, Boro, when I hold him in my arms it is like he was born to fit there."

"It will work out, amigo," Boro said, confidently. 

"It would not have dared to approach him if it were not for your encouragement," Diego said.

Without thought, the long-time friends embraced and their lips brushed together.

Nat was looking for either Diego or Boro, wondering where the man he was now certain he was in love with and the man he loved as a brother could be. Then he saw them.

Kissing.

Diego and Boro were kissing.

Each other.

The choked gasp had the two men breaking apart and staring with a mixture of guilt, distress and shock at the distraught face of the young man.

"Nat," Diego husked, desperately reaching for his beloved, but the movement served only to bring the youth out of his shocked trance. Diego heard the sob as the younger man turned and fled. Diego and Boro both made a move to catch him, but in their haste their agility deserted them. As they surged forward, they entangled and fell to the floor. Regaining their feet they raced to Diego's cabin in the futile hope Nat would have sought refuge somewhere he knew, but the room was empty.

"Where can he be?" Diego asked.

"Anywhere," Boro snapped, angrier at his own stupidity rather than at Diego. "There are a couple of the men he feels particularly comfortable with," he continued. "I'll get them to help us search for him. They need know nothing of why the boy is hiding. They will assume it is to do with Le Diable Mal."

"See to it," Diego rapped, already on his way to start his own search. 

Nat had descended to a lower deck, his mind in a whirlpool of emotion and distress. He had believed Diego would be patient, the older man making the promise again and again, but he could not deny the truth before his own eyes. Diego had been kissing Boro. Diego was in love with the handsome blond. Nat had nothing with which to compete against the other man. Diego had clearly made his choice and it was Boro. Silent tears slid down pale cheeks as Nat burrowed inconsolably into a small niche in the ship's hull.

It took longer than Diego liked to find Nat and, as word reached him, he rushed to his cabin where Nat would be waiting.

Nat had allowed himself to be escorted to Diego's cabin, silently and zombie-like, the comforting words from the crewman who had found him simply washing over him as he was led into the room. The pain of his shattered heart had left him drained and numb and he simply stood, staring sightlessly at the floor, as Diego flew in and began pacing to and fro. He gave a gasp of shock as the older man suddenly dropped to his knees in front of him.

"Boro has been my friend for almost as many years as you have lived," Diego said hoarsely. "We have shared much over those years and we have a bond that runs deep and true. But as much as I love Boro, it is as a candle to the furnace that blazes for you. "

"You and Boro love each other," Nat replied woodenly.

"I love Boro as a beloved brother, but it is you I love as a lover, you I am in love with." Diego grasped the slim hips and shook Nat to ensure the boy was hearing him. "I love you, Nathaniel."

The shaking caused Nat to focus more on the Spaniard. He stared at the older man, uncertain he had heard correctly.

"Love ... me?" he repeated, the words a tentative whisper.

"I. Love. You." Diego repeated slowly and forcefully. He stood and guided Nat's head upwards to ensure the youth could see clearly into his eyes. "I am sorry our embrace hurt you and it will never happen again. I love you, Nat. Forgive me?"

"Diego," Nat moaned softly. He had longed so much to hear those words. His heart began to beat again and he instinctively leant towards the older man. "Diego."

"Let me show you," Diego husked, as he reached to cup the back of Nat's head and draw the younger man closer. He pressed their lips together in a slow, tender kiss and inwardly rejoiced at the soft whimper of surrender from his lover. He surged forward, pressing Nat down onto the chaise-lounge. He was letting the boy go nowhere beyond the reach of his arms until certain Nat knew just how loved he was. He nudged the slender legs apart with his knee and settled himself between the parted thighs, cradled tight to Nat's heat. He pressed kiss after kiss to Nat's lips. They became hotter, wetter, deeper and still Diego continued his loving assault.

Nat was lost in sensual sensation. He did not feel the buttons of his shirt be undone, but gasped as Diego's mouth kissed down his jaw, along his shoulder, sucking and nipping. Nat arched as the mouth returned to his throat, instinct making him bare the fragile flesh to his dominant mate. He gave an impassioned cry of his lover's name as warm wetness enveloped an innocent nub. He barely realised the low sounds of want and need spilt from his own red, kiss-swollen lips. His hands slipped around Diego's head and encountered the ribbon. He pulled it free and carded his hands through the luxuriant tresses, writhing pleasurably at the sensation of his lover at his breast and the silky hair caressing his smooth skin. Heat was building slowly and inexorably in his belly. He recognised it for what it was and could scarcely believe his manhood was aching and throbbing for release without ever being touched.

"Please, Diego," he begged. "Please, please."

"I love you, Nathaniel," Diego said, in a voice thick with pent-up emotion. "I love you," he repeated as his hand burrowed between their bodied to unlace Nat's breeches. Hard flesh sprang free, straight into Diego's eager grasp. He pumped slowly, letting Nat become comfortable with being held, but realised his inexperienced lover was too aroused. His sped up his actions as Nat began to convulse. He rejoiced in the pleasured cry of his name as his mate's seed flowed. Leaning down, he peppered the angelic face with kisses as he guided Nat through his climax. As Nat finally sagged, the older man tore open his own breeches and with a couple of hard pulls, discharged his own primed weapon over Nat's softening flesh. He panted harshly, gazing with pride, passion and protectiveness at his replete beloved. He caressed the visage that still glowed from their shared passion and smiled lovingly at the satiated sienna orbs that opened to regard him with undisguised adoration.

"I never dreamt it could be so," Nat murmured. "I love you, Diego."

"I will endeavour to ensure it is always so when we make love, my sweet," Diego vowed. "There are so many ways for us to share pleasure. One magical way will be for you to take me into your body, but our lovemaking will progress at your speed, my heart."

"Can that truly bring pleasure, Diego?" Nat asked, unbidden memories of rough, unwanted touches making his voice small and doubtful.

"It brings joy to both, my sweet, when done by those who love each other," Diego assured. "But it must be the desire of both."

"I love you, Diego," Nat husked, burying his face into his lover's arm.

"I love you, Nat. Come, let me clean you and from today we sleep together in my bunk where I can hold you in my arms throughout the night.

Diego cleansed Nat of their combined release. He denuded himself first then knelt to assist Nat remove his clothing, not wanting to have his lover feel threatened in any way by his greater height and breadth. He took his first real look at the exquisite beauty of Nat's nude body; the perfectly proportioned, smooth sex that hung sated between satin soft thighs and haloed by a lush nest of sable curls. Nat's breast adorned with the large, dark areolae and cinnamon nubs he was already addicted to and, as the younger man moved towards the bed, the creamy, mounds that protected the hidden harbour that Diego prayed one day to make his own.

He turned back the covers on his bunk and stepped back to allow Nat to precede him. He smiled joyfully as a slender hand immediately reached to draw him into the bed. He slid alongside his lover. Within moments he had Nat enveloped in a warm embrace, a slender thigh pressed between his own and his lover's head comfortably ensconced on his muscular shoulder. For a long time after Nat has slipped into sleep, Diego simply lay and watched his love. 

****

Nathaniel did not let his new-found joy with Diego blind him. He watched quietly and thoughtfully at the interaction between his lover and Boro. He watched as the men reached out to touch, or throw a companionable arm around a shoulder, only to freeze and let the limb drop heavily at their side. As they would turn to smile at each other, the smile would falter and they would turn away. The easy camaraderie was clearly affected and Nat knew Diego missed his friend. In truth Nat also missed Boro as the blond seemed to find ways to avoid ever being near the young man. Nat was nothing if not an honourable man himself. If Diego swore it was he that the Spaniard loved as a lover and Boro as a brother, then Nat believed him. It was time he took action.

"Boro, I would like a private word with you, if you please," he asked politely, managing to finally approach the blond unseen.

"Nat! I ...ah ...yes, yes of course," Boro said. He was unable to come up with a good reason for refusing the serious-faced young man. He'd tried very hard not to be his usual exuberant or tactile self around Diego, promising the Spaniard he would do nothing to disrupt the love building between him and Nathaniel. He could think of nothing he had done to break that promise. They took a few steps away from the ship's wheel, where Diego stood, but where they could still be seen by the Spaniard.

"Do you love Diego as a lover?" Nat asked, without preamble.

"No!" Boro choked out, caught unawares by the blunt question. "No," he repeated, more softly. He gazed into warm, intelligent eyes. "I love him as a brother and have for many years. We have shared each other's joys and sorrows and occasionally, when we needed that which an anonymous body could not provide, we shared more. But we are not, nor ever have been, in love with each other. Diego loves you, Nat, and I am glad to know his love is returned. He has long awaited someone to fully share his life and I wish you both every joy there is," he said sincerely.

"I fear that your friendship with Diego has suffered because of me," Nat replied, holding up a hand to prevent Boro interjecting. "Diego has explained much the same to me and I trust him, and you," he added with a small smile, "not to lie to me. I love Diego very much and want him happy. Your friendship is important to us both, Boro, and I want you in our lives, as the brother you are to Diego and perhaps, in time, as a brother to me."




New Horizons



Boro looked with slack-jawed amazement at the young man before him. He had expected distrust, jealousy, doubt and yet Nat was offering him all he could desire. To have the friendship he had always enjoyed with Diego and an offer of the same companionship with the beautiful boy for whom he cared so deeply and who had won the Spaniard's heart. Grinning like a madman, Boro pulled Nat to him for a rib-crushing hug, easing his grip only at the small squeak from the smiling Nathaniel.

"This means more to me than I can say, Nat, and I will never forget your generosity of heart. As to being a brother someday, you have been such since the day you arrived and will always be so. Boro tipped Nat's head down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, unwilling to incur Diego's ire. Releasing the youth, Boro strode forward to where Diego stood and stared and enveloped his friend in a hug that was returned with equal fervour. He gave Diego a swift kiss.

"With the permission and blessing of your beautiful mate, captain," he said with a wide grin. "You are truly a most fortunate man, Diego, to have found someone such as Nathaniel."

Diego ran his fingers briefly over Boro's face and glanced over to where Nat stood, grinning widely and hugging himself, clearly pleased with what was happening.

"I am a blessed man to have two who are so special to me," Diego said huskily. "Nathaniel," he called.

Nat walked over, still smiling and was enveloped in a hug by both bigger men who dropped kisses into his hair. He giggled musically and nestled closer to Diego.

"Are we all friends?" he asked from the shelter of his mate's tight embrace.

"We are thanks to you, my love," Diego smiled, nipping at Nat's earlobe and eliciting another giggle and an enticing wriggle. His dark eyes sought out the sky blue orbs of Boro and the blond sighed theatrically.

"It would seem I have an unexpected turn at the wheel," he laughed. "Go, both of you."

"Diego!" Nat yelped, as he was swung into strong arms. He blushed and buried his face in Diego's shoulder at the good-natured jeering and clapping as he was carried across the deck and down to their cabin. Once out of sight of the crewmen, Nat's sultry look of love and desire matched Diego's smouldering sienna gaze.

Diego laid his precious bundle on their bed and immediately began to attack the laces and buttons that prevented the skin-to-skin contact he craved. Denuding Nat's perfect body, he hurriedly shed his own clothing, kissing and touching his lover as he did. 

"Let me worship you, my love," he murmured. He straddled the lithe frame and his mouth found an irresistible chocolate nub. He relished each tender cry of passion as he nipped and suckled until both succulent nubbins were reddened and achingly hard. He kissed his way down the youthful body until he reached his lover's navel. He thrust his tongue in and out of the tiny indent in imitation of another more intimate act to follow, smiling wolfishly at his writhing young love. His tongue hovered above Nat's straining erection, the engorged organ seeming to twitch to attain the contact it desired. To a moan of frustration he diverted course to lick at the intoxicating trails of liquid desire at Nat's toned stomach. 

An impassioned cry of his name heralded his engulfing hard, hot flesh. He hollowed his cheeks, head bobbing rhythmically before releasing his prize to lick up and down the rigid rod, nibbling carefully down to the heavy sac before kissing his way back up. He probed insistently at the tiny slit, drinking all his lover could offer. Now, however, he wanted his lover's living elixir. He pressed Nat's legs back towards his lover's slim shoulders. He licked lower, bathing his mate's sac, and the skin that led to the tightly furled harbour that he one day wished to enter. He blew gently over the small star-like opening to a scream from his lover then took Nat back into his mouth. As he sucked, he teased the damp flesh of his lover's perineum and entrance with a single fingertip. His reward was Nat almost levitating from the bed and pulse after pulse of his beloved's nectar filling his mouth. He swallowed greedily and only reluctantly released Nat's manhood when it began to soften. Diego moved to lie alongside his sated love and they traded gentle, loving kisses.

"I love you, Diego," Nat murmured, boneless and floating in the afterglow.

"And I love you," Diego smiled, tenderly stroking sweat-damp hair from Nat's brow. "Will you stroke me, my love?" he asked, his own shaft aching, longing to be buried in Nat's tight scabbard. He was surprised at the shake of Nat's head.

"I want to take you in my mouth," Nat said determinedly. "Le Diable Mal has haunted our love too long. I wish to exorcise his ghost."

"We do only what you are comfortable with, love," Diego insisted, despite the way his cock had surged at the thought of being in Nat's sweet mouth. He lay on his back and spread his legs wide. "Hold my hips down, beloved," he urged. "Once I begin to spurt I will be unable to prevent myself thrusting and do not want to cause you discomfort."

Nat smiled and obeyed his more experienced lover. Once, quite literally, faced with Diego's manhood, Nat found the unpleasant memories trying to reassert themselves. He sternly reminded himself that this was his lover, Diego, and not the brutal beast that had ravaged him so cruelly. He raised his eyes and smiled at Diego and, taking a fortifying breath, began to lick the solid shaft. He lapped tentatively at the drops oozing from its tip and decided that although salty, they also tasted of Diego himself. Encouraged by the moans and writhing of his bigger mate, he took the head into his mouth and sucked slowly. The low, deep groan emboldened him and his head began to move up and down. He froze for a moment when Diego's hand reached to caress his head, but when there was no pressure, he relaxed once more.

"So good, my love," Diego encouraged, his hand slipping through Nat's brown tresses. "I'm going to spill very soon. You may stroke me if you wish."

Nat steadfastly continued to suck, determined he would make Diego climax this way. The shout of his name and the jerking of the larger body caught him by surprise and he swallowed gamely, trying to not lose any of his mate's seed. However, some trickled down to his chin and he had to sit back panting softly as Diego's flesh pulsed the last of its release. He did not resist as Diego pulled him into a tight embrace and he moaned softly as his lover's tongue cleansed the seed adorning his face.

"Wonderful," Diego whispered, kissing Nat over and over. "Sublime, perfect. Thank you, angel. Would you like to rest a while?" he asked, seeing the yawn Nat tried to hide.

"I am a little sleepy," Nat conceded and snuggled comfortably against his mate.

As Nat slept, Diego watched the beautiful youth.

"I do not know what it was I did to deserve you in my life, Nathaniel," he whispered. "But I swear, here and now, that I shall do all in my power to keep you safe and loved and ensure your faith in me is well-founded."

****

Once again Diego and his crew safely delivered their cargo and payment was secured. Diego and Boro then took Nathaniel into the bustling town. Between them the older men bought him clothes, shoes, hats and boots with Nat's protests regarding expense and extravagance steadfastly ignored. Plainer attire for simply working aboard 'Maria' was added before Nat found himself led to a jeweller. Inside Boro bought him a silver thumb ring, inscribed 'beloved friend' to match those worn by Diego and himself. Diego selected matching gold rings; placing one on Nathaniel's wedding finger and insisting Nat do the same to him. 

"Now all can see we belong one to another," Diego smiled, pride and joy evident in his voice and face.

"Diego they are beautiful," Nat whispered, turning his hand one way then another to admire the glistening ring. "Are ... are we married?" he asked shyly.

"I have yet to announce matelotage," Diego conceded. "I intend to save that for when we are all aboard 'Maria' and all are sober," he added with a wicked grin.

Returning to the ship, Diego cast worried glances at his unusually quiet lover, but each time he saw the young man smiling as he looked at his ring and was assured his mate was happy. They went to their cabin and Nat carefully stowed his new clothing in the now-shared chest. Once the task was complete, he turned to his lover, draped his arms around Diego's neck and pulled the older man down for a passionate kiss. Stepping back, Nat began to unbutton Diego's shirt, kissing the furred chest as more of his lover's body was revealed. He dusted the broad chest with tiny kisses once the shirt was removed.

"Nathaniel," Diego groaned, as warm wetness enveloped one dark nub and then cooler air breathed over it, tightening and peaking the cinnamon teat.

"If we are married," Nat whispered, unlacing Diego's breeches. "Then I am due a consummation." He stood back, rapidly unfastening and removing his shirt and breeches. "I want you to love me, Diego. I want to take you into my body."

"Dios mio," Diego said roughly. "I want that so much, but I will not lie to you. Even with the best of intention and you as relaxed as you can be, there may be some pain."

"I trust you, Diego," Nat promised. "I want this, please. Make love with me; love me with your body."

Diego knew that he was lost. It was his heart's desire to unite with his lover and show him the joy that could be shared. He could no more refuse his lover's plea than change the movements of the sea. He removed the last of his clothing and led Nat to their bed. He laid the young man back, spreading Nat's legs wide. Kneeling between the splayed limbs, Diego pushed Nat's thighs up and outwards, displaying the tiny, pink portal to his loving gaze. He kissed up each satiny inner thigh and licked at his mate's sac to panting cries of pleasure. He dropped lower to a wail from his beloved as his tongue laid tender siege to the tightly furled flesh of Nat's secret opening. Long wet licks alternated with swift jabs until Nat was trying to thrash and Diego's conquering tongue thrust deeply within the silken channel again and again. Reluctantly he pulled away.

"I must now use my fingers, my sweet. You must be stretched and oiled so when I enter you it will cause as little discomfort as possible," Diego panted, his eyes burning with desire for the golden-skinned angel that lay so trustingly beneath him. "If it becomes too much for you to bear, you must tell me, Nat," Diego added. At the nod, he reached for the oil that had lain unused since their relationship began. He moved slowly, his finger sliding into the heated depths. He felt Nat tense at the welcome intrusion. "Relax, my love," he crooned. He rubbed circles over Nat's belly as he waited for the tenseness to dissipate. As Nat's body relaxed, he began to thrust his finger tenderly to and fro, encouraging the narrow strait to widen. 

"Good boy," he encouraged. "A second, beloved," he warned. He poured oil over Nat's entrance as well as his digit and sailed forth with two into the snug harbour. A soft whimper was Nat's only response. The channel was still tight, but his lover relaxed a little quicker. Diego refused to hasten his preparations despite the aching rod between his own thighs, its head an angry purple, testimony to the older man's desire and restraint. Patiently his fingers slipped back and forth, occasionally twisting until Nat was panting and his hips beginning to hitch in instinctive thrusts. "Muy bueno," he soothed. He carefully added a third and could see already Nat was feeling full. He murmured gently, rubbing soothing circles and stroking his love's now flaccid flesh. He probed until he found the treasure he sought. 

Nat screamed and thrashed as Diego touched something deep inside him that had stars dancing before his eyes. Dulcet bolts low in his belly sent tendrils of heat and pleasure to envelop his slender frame. His head tossed from side to side and his hands fisted the bedding. He wailed with unrestrained passion as Diego caressed the magic spot and stroked his rising manhood.

"You, Diego, ah God, I cannot bear it, you, you, please," he begged as Diego worked his body until Nat was incoherent with need. Nat felt his legs draped over Diego's shoulders and his hands were covered by his lover's. He could not prevent the moan of discomfort when Diego pushed inside him as his mate's length and girth exceeded that of his fingers and untried flesh protested. 

"Nathaniel," the young man heard Diego's deep, sinful rasp. "Who is it that loves you?"

"D ... Diego," Nat panted.

"Who is it that seeks to be within you?"

"Diego," he replied, feeling the pressure ease a little and he tried to relax his body.

"Si, mi amor." The voice now whispered in Nat's ear, a tongue slipping inside to a gasp of delight from the younger male. "And who is Diego?"

"My ... my husband," Nat groaned. 

A hand teased at one of his sensitive breasts and he moaned, closing his eyes. He felt Diego push forward and still and then push forward again, repeating the motion until with a gasp and wide-eyed look, Nat realised his lover was fully within him. He looked into the intense mocha depths. "I have you," he whispered hoarsely. "I have you. I feel so full, Diego," he panted, seeking assurance from the experienced man.

"Yes, my love and it will get better, I swear," Diego husked, his voice tight with emotion and the strain of resisting simply plunging into the hottest, tightest place his shaft had ever known. That it was the body of his beloved added a delight and a joy that Diego had hitherto never experienced. He wanted this union to be memorable for them both for all the right reasons. It was the consummation of their spiritual love, to become as one in body as they had been in heart and soul. He began a slow, cautious undulation and smiled triumphantly as his shaft nudged Nat's sweet spot and the youth gasped and writhed, the ripple of the tight sheath making Diego groan low and deep. 

The experienced man knew that this time neither of them would be able to resist the pull of completion to be able to draw out their lovemaking, but that there would be many times ahead that he could spend hours loving his angel. A small rocking motion brought the cry of passion he hoped for. Nat's scabbard was small and his weapon of generous proportions and it was his hope he would be able to easily stimulate Nat's hidden sweetness. He gave a grunt as a small hand reached to wind in his hair, but the pain was a small price to pay for the look of delight on his mate's expressive face. Tender cries spilt from kiss-swollen lips as Diego sought to give Nat as much pleasure as he was able. All too soon he knew he would be unable to stop himself from spilling. He reached to caress Nat's own hard, slick shaft.

"D ... Diego," Nathaniel murmured as his hips tried to pump into his lover's grasp.

"Let me see you, hear you, my love," Diego encourage. "Fly for me, I will catch you."

"Diego!" The cry of his lover's name was a scream of unbridled joy. A fountain of pearlescent seed flowed to anoint both their bodies and his sheath clenched and contracted around the hard flesh buried in his depths. He felt the organ swell impossibly bigger and, with a wanton moan, Nathaniel's body was filled with Diego's hot juices.

Diego had little time to savour the look of ecstasy on Nat's face. His shaft was milked by the spasming scabbard in which he was sheathed and with a final deep thrust he felt his essence pulse into his beloved, claiming the youth in the most primal of ways. For a moment his vision greyed, and then he leant to press his mouth against Nat's throat sucking hard. He wanted a visible sign that he had claimed his lover. As Nathaniel lay panting and boneless, Diego continued to languidly thrust, enjoying the sensation of his softening sex moving within the beloved body. As Nat's eyes opened to regard him with naked adoration, Diego slipped from his harbour and gathered his love into his arms. For long moments the two men traded tender kisses, neither had ever been as happy.

****

Diego was as good as his word. The next day he announced he had taken Nathaniel in matelotage and the younger man had blushed uncounted shades of crimson at the cheering and well wishing the couple received. He was further flustered by some of the men, who had taken a particular shine to the young man, carving and presenting small gifts as wedding tokens for them. Boro had sneaked aboard a barrel of rum and the celebrating continued on and off over two full days. 

Nat continued to learn his trade as a seaman. He learnt how to repair sails, the proper way to make knots and how to read the stars. In addition, Boro taught him how to use a pistol. Although Nathaniel had not really wished to have to learn weaponry, his own experiences meant he knew that it was necessary given the dangerous life they led. In truth, he felt the pistol the better choice from bludgeon or stiletto that some of the men had offered to teach him to use. Not to be outdone, Diego insisted on teaching Nat swordsmanship. With his many-faceted learning by day and energetic lovemaking by night, time seemed to be flying by to another successful run by the 'Santa Maria'.

****

"Pirates!" The shout as Nat was in his cabin turned his bowels to water. He gazed out at the ship bearing down on his own and whimpered in terror.

It was a ship he knew well.

The ship of Le Diable Mal.

He fled the cabin to find his husband.

Diego was already preparing his ship's defences. 'Maria' was well equipped to defend herself and he knew his crewmen would fight hard and well. He saw the ashen-faced Nathaniel racing towards him and his heart clenched.

"Nat," he said, as the smaller body burrowed into his arms. "I need you to stay below."

"It's him, Diego, Le Diable Mal."

Diego felt an icy fear down his spine. The name of the ship had been of no importance to him. Gripping Nat with one hand he clasped his medallion, sending a silent prayer for the deliverance of his beloved and the rest of his crew. He turned desperate eyes on Boro who had come running.

"Boro," he said hoarsely, glancing at the shaking figure in his arms.

"I swear it, Diego," the blond replied. He would defend Nat to his last breath. He also knew what else the older man had left unspoken. If they were unable to successfully defend 'Maria', Boro would not let anyone take Nathaniel if Diego himself had fallen. Better to die a quick death at the hands of a friend than endure the living death he would face at the cruel hands of the pirate captain and his crew.

"Please, my beloved," Diego said, breaking the embrace and swiftly kissing tear-stained cheeks. "Go below and defend from there."

Nathaniel knew his skills were as yet untried in such a situation and feared being a hindrance to his lover. He kissed Diego and hugged Boro and ran to obey his captain's order. In the cabin, Nat prepared the brace of pistols Boro had presented him with. They had been the blond's wedding gift. He tucked one into the waistband of his breeches and kept the other aimed at the door, primed and ready. The sounds of fighting rang in his ears, cannon-fire, pistol-shots and the screams of the dying or wounded. It became too much for Nat to bear. He slipped from the cabin and sidled towards the main decks. The stench of smoke and blood assailed his nostrils and he prayed fervently for the safety of the ship, the crew, Boro and especially his beloved husband. He peered outside.

Men fought with any weapon to hand; pikes, cudgels, knives. In the chaotic melee, Nat sought out his lover. He saw Diego and Boro standing side-to-side, trying to protect each other as they fought off the invading pirates. However, what they were unable to see were the two other attackers preparing to swing across to join the attack. Nathaniel did not hesitate. He barrelled his way forward as the pirates swung over, his pistol raised and screaming as loud as his lungs would allow.




New Horizons



"Diego, Boro, behind you."

Even as Nathaniel called frantically to them, the older men moved in perfect harmony to dispatch the pirates before them. They spun apart to face the next threat as a pistol-shot rang out. Boro lunged and ran through his attacker; however Diego's held a primed pistol which was smoking. Boro's eyes flew to his life-long friend to see he was unhurt. They returned to the pirate who swayed, as a blood-stain grew in the centre of his chest, and fell. Then both men turned towards the deck. Diego's scream of pain and denial cut through Boro's heart more effectively than any cutlass.

For a moment Nat remained standing, a smoking pistol in his left hand and a blossoming stain of red at his right shoulder, then he crumpled to the ground. As Diego flew to his husband's side, Boro grabbed at a recognised man.

"Take Nathaniel to the cabin he shares with Diego and then find the ship's sawbones. Whatever he is doing tell him to leave and attend the boy and then protect them with your dying breath." Boro moved to the grieving Spaniard's side. Diego cried out as Nat was slung over the crewman's shoulder, but Boro held him back, snatching Nathaniel's pistol as the boy was carried away. He shoved the weapon onto Diego's hand. "If we fail to save 'Maria' and he lives, you know his fate. We must deliver the ship."

"None shall live," Diego vowed, raising his sword in one hand and the pistol in the other. "For what he has suffered they will all perish." He gave a rousing cry that held the same trilling quality as his whistle which was picked up by Boro who grabbed at a second sword. As the two men surged forward, their shouts were picked up one-by-one by the crew of 'Maria' until all were yelling. Diego and Boro cut down the pirates in their path, uncaring of any danger. Their men fell in behind them as the pirates, discomfited by the renewed confidence of the men they fought, began to fall back or fell to lie unmoving.

Soon only a dozen of the pirates remained along with their captain, a large, ugly, brute of a man whose long, lank locks fell past his shoulders. They were lined up on their own vessel, an equal number of armed men from the 'Maria' to guard them. Le Diable Mal stared pugnaciously at Diego.

"You have bested me. Give us a boat and water and my ship is yours." 

His speech was good but heavily accented. He obviously originated from France and Diego simply let his eyes stare dispassionately at him.

"I will show you the same mercy as you showed the captain and crew of the 'North Star'," he said coldly. "A full ship's crew as well as its passengers, all but one, slain at your command. An innocent you brutalised before selling into slavery.

Le Diable Mal's eyes narrowed as he remembered the ship and the one prisoner he took. His watery-blue eyes looked into merciless ochre depths. He could see death in the expressionless orbs.

"The boy is now one of your crew," he said shrewdly and then looked again into Diego's eyes. "No," he continued. "He is yours."

"He is indeed mine," Diego said, holding up his hand for his wedding ring to be seen. "Just as I am his. He honoured me by accepting me in matelotage. I now honour him with vengeance." Diego's pistol sounded and the pirate fell. The rest of his crew copied his actions. Diego stared at the dead bodies and then turned to go to his wounded beloved.

Boro stepped forward.

"Search the ship and bring back anything of value. Put all her crew aboard and sink her." They had earned their deaths and no one would mourn their loss. Knowing the men would carry out his orders, Boro went to join Diego. His stomach knotted at the sight of the unnaturally pale, still form. Nat's limp hand was held by his husband as though the only thing that anchored him to the world of the living. The blond's eyes moved to the ship's doctor who was putting away the tools he had used.

"How bad?" he asked bluntly.

"Could have been worse," the older man said gravely. "The shot passed through his shoulder, damaged some bone, but at least I didn't have to dig to get the ball out. If he was one of the more hardened members of the crew I would say he would most likely be as good as new soon enough." He turned a sympathetic gaze at his Captain. "I just can't be sure."

"He *will* live," Diego's broken voice husked. "He *must* live."

****

The next few days crept slowly and painfully by. Nathaniel's shoulder developed an infection and Diego and Boro stayed at his side. Diego's heart aching and shattering a little more each time Nat cried out in fever or begged Diego for salvation that the Spaniard longed to provide. The older man talking himself hoarse in the hopes the unconscious young man might be able to hear his words of love and devotion.

Nathaniel felt pain he had never experienced before. He felt as though his very essence was on fire and called again and again for Diego. Sometimes he thought he could hear his beloved's voice but it seemed so distant and he saw nothing but darkness. A part of him wanted to stop and rest, but the greater part wanted to find his husband. Something told the younger man he was needed. After what felt like an eternity, Nat thought he could try once more to open his eyes. It took strength to force them to open and he blinked against the brightness. He could see his lover, but Diego looked so different. The normally well-trimmed moustache and luxuriant tresses were neglected. The beloved face seemed pale and haggard, with a heavy beard, and there were dark shadows beneath the half-closed eyes. Nat could now feel one of his hands was clasped tightly by his husband and Diego's other hand was holding his medallion. The older man's lips moved and Nat could see he was praying to the Virgin.

"D ... Diego," he croaked, shocked by both the weakness and huskiness of his voice.

"Nat? Gracias, Maria, gracias, Dios mio. Nat, Nat," Diego dropped to his knees and began to kiss his beloved's face as tears streamed down his own. "You have come back to me."

"I never wanted to leave you," Nathaniel vowed.

"Never leave me, amor, never, never leave me," Diego sobbed, burying his face in the uninjured shoulder as Nat petted awkwardly at his head.

"Never," Nat vowed, praying he could keep his promise. "Never," he repeated.

"Diego, is there ... Nat!" Boro's weary voice was transformed by the joyful shout of the younger man's name and his haggard face lit up in a smile.

"He has come back to us, Boro," Diego said, raising his head from Nat's shoulder.

"So he has, my friend," the blond said, grinning madly. He came and clasped tight to Diego's shoulder. "So he has."

For the first time in many days, the older men felt their heavy hearts lifted as a weak but smiling Nathaniel looked up at them.

****

It was a slow process to regain Nat's strength and get his arm to move once more. It was as a dagger in Diego's heart each time his young love tried and failed, then as movement increased, to see Nathaniel wince at an action he once took for granted. Worse yet was the ugly, red, puckered scar at his beautiful lover's shoulder where once the skin had been smooth and unmarred. Yet Nat never once complained trying to assure Diego that the scar served only as a reminder that he had succeeded in saving his husband.

Nathaniel stared angrily at his reflection in a small mirror. He had no doubt that Diego still loved him and loved him dearly, but although he was now fully fit, there had been no resumption of their intimacy. He glowered at the scar. Although Diego was as affectionate and bestowed as many kisses and embraces as Nat could wish for, he had made no attempt to take things further. The young man knew it came down to the scar. Not that Diego thought him any less beautiful because of it, but because it meant two different things to each man. For Nat it proclaimed he had saved the Spaniard and lived, for his husband it was a banner of his failure to protect the younger man and a reminder of how close he came to losing his lover. //This ends now, Diego// Nathaniel thought determinedly as he pulled his shirt back on.

Diego and Boro looked up with surprise as the stern-faced young man strode purposefully towards them. Boro, fairly certain he knew the reason for such a look on the normally placid young man, made a tactful withdrawal to stand away as Nat came to stand alongside his husband.

"Diego," Nathaniel said, his voice as calm but held an underlying edge to it. "I would have you come to our cabin. Now," Nat added as his husband simply stood and stared.

"The ship ... " Diego began, trying to recover his wits.

"Can be ably piloted by Boro," Nat replied. "Please, Diego," he added.

"As you wish," the Spaniard acquiesced. He was certain he could deal with whatever had disturbed Nat and quickly return to his post.

Once inside their cabin, however, the older man was unprepared for the change in his young lover's demeanour. He found himself shoved forcefully back to the bed and straddled by the slender man who ground shamelessly into Diego's crotch, showing how aroused Nat already was.

"I want you to make love with me," Nat growled attacking Diego's shirt, tearing it open to latch on a thick, dark nub.

"Your shoulder ..." Diego began and then gave a low deep groan as Nat's teeth worried at the teat.

"My shoulder does not come between us, Diego, it is your fear. I am here, alive," Nat thrust his erection into Diego's hardening flesh. Do not let my scar come between us, do not push me away."

"I failed you," Diego murmured, burying his face into Nat's soft, dark curls, inhaling their sweetness. It had been so long since they had made love.

"You did not," Nat said emphatically, reaching to untie his breeches before fumbling at Diego's in his haste. "I *chose* to come on deck and I *chose* to come to your aid. I was injured because of *my* choices, Diego, and I would make them again tomorrow and the day after and forever if it meant I kept you safe. Love me, Diego," Nat pleaded, staring with love and hunger in his expressive eyes.

"I love you so much," Diego said huskily. "I was afraid you would die and your scar reminds me of how close I came to losing you forever. God above how I want to make love with you." He touched the reddened tissue tenderly, as if frightened the wound still caused pain."

"It does not hurt me, Diego," Nat whispered. "Only you keeping yourself from me gives me pain, gives me an emptiness and only you can make me whole, make us whole. Please, Diego, please," Nathaniel's voice held such a soul-deep longing that Diego carefully manoeuvred their bodies to lie himself atop his lover and mated their mouths over and over, between each kiss he vowed to never allow his fear to come between them. Their remaining clothing vanished as quickly as the morning mist and both men groaned deeply at the first real skin-on-skin contact they had enjoyed for weeks. 

Diego's hand reached for their oil as Nat spread his legs wide, hooking the lithe limbs over his arms to open himself fully to his mate, displaying the aching void that only Diego could fill. He moaned as Diego's head dropped between his thighs, his lover's lips and tongue reverently caressing the tiny, pink portal that gave him entrance to Nathaniel's body. As he replaced tongue with fingers, he kissed his way up and down Nat's straining shaft and then swirled his tongue over the smooth dome to savour his mate's elixir. He oiled his own engorged flesh as his lover begged to be taken and Nat's slender legs wrapped around Diego's body as the older man prepared to enter him.

Nat pushed with his heels, canting his hips upwards as Diego sailed into his tight port. The younger man felt his sheath stretch around the welcome invader and his soft moan of need was echoed by his husband's of restrained desire.

"I want you, Diego," Nat said, framing his lover's face. "I want to taste you when you spill in me. I want you to take me with every ounce of passion you possess and I swear I will meet yours in equal measure."

Diego growled low and deep at the incendiary words. He began to thrust hard, fast and deep, unerringly hitting Nathaniel's hidden sweetness to cry after cry of his name. Nat's hands fisted in his hair and in the bedding, slender hips rising in counterpoint to each motion of Diego's, small heels digging into his muscular buttocks urging the bigger man on. It was an unspoken command that Diego would not ignore. Diego moved Nat's legs to drape over his shoulders, allowing his weapon to drive more deeply into his lover's scabbard. He rained open-mouthed kisses over Nat's scar, worshipping it for the proof of life it now represented. He gave a guttural groan as Nat valiantly clenched and unclenched his inner muscles in an endeavour to keep his promise. Diego burrowed a hand between their sweat-slickened bodies to stroke his lover's throbbing manhood. 

"Close, close, I love you, I love you, Diego," Nathaniel wailed his husband's name as he reached his zenith. He felt his release in every sinew as his body shook and convulsed. At the same time he heard the bellow of his name and Diego's living essence poured into his channel, filling him with the physical evidence of their love. Nat clutched tightly to the powerful male above him.

"So beautiful, my angel," Diego husked, as his hips snapped forward ferociously, depositing his seed deep into his lover's slender body.

When Diego's organ could no longer remain in Nat's body, the lovers lay entwined, kissing and touching to show the depths of their love. 

"Never forget how much I love you, Diego," Nat murmured from the shelter of strong, loving arms.

"And I love you, mi corazon," Diego replied. "Sleep safe in my arms, my beloved. Let me hold you." The Spaniard dropped soft kisses to Nat's brow until the younger man was deeply asleep. As he watched his lover slumber, the older man thought long and hard.

****

Nathaniel wandered fascinated around the beautiful island's marketplace. Although Diego and Boro were not with him, having some business to attend to, the young man was not alone. Two of the crew wandered with him, pointing out things and chatting to him. He pretended not to know there were another two not far away, smiling to himself at the level of protection Diego insisted he have. At the sound of familiar voices, Nat turned smiling to see his lover and their friend marching jauntily towards him. He was caught in one embrace then another, however, the older men insisted on being secretive over where they were taking him.

"It is a magnificent home," Nat breathed, as he completed his investigation of the small mansion he had been taken to. It had various pieces of furniture dotted around, but was obviously unlived in. His husband and Boro had stood smiling as Nathaniel had wandered around. It had six bedrooms, two bathrooms and storage cupboards upstairs and downstairs were kitchen, scullery, library, a small office, dining room and living room. It was beautifully crafted, boasting a cellar and large gardens and apparently just waiting for life to be breathed into it. Nat took his place at Diego's side and smiled at his lover.

"Do you like it, Nat?" Diego smiled back as he wrapped an arm around the smaller frame.

"Of course," Nat replied, waving his hand. "It's beautiful, who would not like it? But why are *we* looking at it?"

"Because if you like it enough, it is ours," Diego replied.

For a moment Nat forgot all else in his enthusiasm, then he remembered.

"Truly, Diego? But ... but 'Maria', the sea, they are your life, your livelihood."

"Nay, love," Diego countered. "You are my life and I have money enough to settle if we so choose. I have a buyer for 'Maria' and I would need a couple of good men here, the rest can serve the new captain, whoever that might be. The choice, my sweet, is yours."

Nathaniel looked from his lover's smiling face to the house behind them. It was a magnificent home and he was certain they could be happy there ... but for one thing.

"Boro," he said, turning to the blond. "What will you do?"

"Well, that really depends upon your decision," the blond said, aiming for nonchalance and hoping the astute young man was fooled.

"I am not sure I understand," Nat said guardedly.

"As you have said, the house is very large. Large enough for you and Diego to have your privacy as well as large enough for ... a third person. I could buy into the house, but if you prefer ..."

Diego laughed as Boro's words were cut off by a slender brunette launching himself into the blond's arms.

"You would want to stay here, with us? Not go back to sea?" Nathaniel asked breathlessly.

"I would be very happy to stay here with the two people who are so special in my life," Boro said softly.

"Then we'll stay, all of us," Nat cried happily. "I cannot think of aught better."

Boro smiled down at the exuberant, young man whose face glowed with happiness. He and Diego would miss the sea, but Nat's health and happiness were more important. He felt warmth in his soul at being so welcomed into Nat's life. Whether he missed his old life or not, he was being offered all else he could wish; the continuation of a long-standing and valued friendship with Diego as well as the friendship of Nathaniel. He broke into a wide grin, there were few in life that were as happy and blessed as he was. His eyes moved to Diego as the Spaniard sauntered jauntily forward.

"Diego, Boro will stay with us, too," Nat said, running to meet his husband and being swung in the bigger man's arms to a yell of delight.

As Diego let the lithe body slide to the ground in the protective circle of his arms he grinned joyously over at his friend. His own thoughts of happiness were unknowingly echoing the blond's. He hugged Nat close to his chest as Boro came over and the three men stood smiling, basking in the warmth of a shared love that was brighter that the sun in the cloudless sky above them. It was the end of one life and the beginning of another. Who knew what the future might hold? All Diego could say for certain was that he had new horizons before him and he would meet and greet them with his beloved Nathaniel at his side.



New Horizons



Artemis was walking home when he saw a bar he didn't recognize. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to try something new, he walked inside. Sitting at the bar stool, he ordered a drink just like at any other bar. Turning around with his drink however, he noticed that there were only guys in this bar. Not uncommon, he thought to himself until he saw the small dance floor. He tilted his head sideways. Was he seeing this correctly? All the couples on the floor were guys and a couple of them were getting obscene in their dancing.

Suddenly, the bartender handed him a drink, motioning down the counter at a pinkette who was leaning against the bar smiling at him. Seems this guy had bought him a drink.

Artemis looked over to where the bartender was motioning towards. Thinking for a moment, he took the drink and motioned the pinkette over, wondering why he had bought a drink. Further thought had him thinking about the possibility of experimentation. Having always chased after girls he never thought about trying to be with his own sex. He had a few guys hit on him a few times in his life time but he never thought about it. He figured what the hell, could be fun. He had apparently walked into a gay bar by accident anyway.

The pinkette smiled and walked over with his own drink. He took a seat next to Artemis and held out a hand.

"I've never seen you here before. My name is Rosen. What's your name, sweetie?"

Taking Rosen's hand, he shook it saying with slight hesitation, "M-my name is Artemis and this is my first time here. I hadn't noticed this bar before and thought I'd try it out."

"Well, I'm certainly glad you did, sweet thing~" Rosen said with a wink. "You up for anything tonight? Talk, dancing, more..?"

Artemis wasn't sure what he wanted. Thinking for a moment he ended up just saying, "Well, I'm not sure really, I've never done this... erm... before."

"Oh? Did you only just recently come out of the closet?" Rosen asked, seeming surprised. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose we can just dance for a bit then. I don't wish to push you into anything."

Rosen held out his hand and led Artemis to the dancefloor. He danced a little with Artemis, trying to get him used to dancing with everyone surrounding them. Artemis just let him take him to the dance floor. Still slightly hesitant he wasn't sure what he really wanted out of this experience. Sure he was willing to experiment but he wasn't sure what to do about it. He'd never done this before. The dancing felt new and awkward to him, though it wasn't much different than dancing with the girls he had before. Still the same lewd dance moves, same amount of "accidental" sexual touching that was a promise of more later.

Rosen danced with him for most of the night. He slowly got more used to dancing and was actually having fun. Then the beat turned more aggressive and the people nearby howled and wolf-called. Suddenly other couples were grinding and the dances were getting much more sexual. One couple had even taken their shirts off.

"Oh." Rosen smiled and chuckled a little at Artemis's awkward expression. "I'm sorry. I forget that they let us get heated and let the horny people have at it for a bit. We can get off the dancefloor if you want..."

Artemis felt strange being on the stage with all the dirty dancing. He didn't really want to be on the stage anymore he simply nodded and allowed himself to be lead off the stage, back to where he was sitting when he arrived. Taking a nervous sip from his drink to help calm his nerves, he sat back. He was still very hesitant and maybe even slightly confused, but definitely a little turned on surprisingly.

Rosen ordered another set of drinks for the both of them. "Sorry about that. I figured a new kid wouldn't be ready for the heavy stuff." He smiled and lifted his drink to his lips. "Plenty of time for that later anyway. Hope to see ya around kid." He looked at him and raised his glass for a toast in farewell.

"W-w-wait" Artemis unintentionally cried out. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was turned on by what was happening around him. He didn't know why or how, but he was. He actually got up and grabbed Rosen's arm to stop him from leaving.

"I...erm.." Turning red, he just sat back down. He didn't know how to word his desires. He wasn't even sure what he wanted really.

Rosen raised an eyebrow at the flustered male. He smiled a little as the smaller male flushed a cute pink that was barely visible in the lighting of the club. He took the stretched silence to really reexamine the boy. He was cute, had a round face and long feathery eyelashes. His hair had been bleached so much it was almost white. Or maybe it was natural? No way to tell unless he could get him naked later. His eyes were a stunning amethyst, a rare trait in humans.

He himself was one of the regular patrons around and known for being the easiest to get undressed. He fell easily into any role, loving sex in general enough to play along with almost any fetish. He had cherry-blond hair, blonde hair that was mixed with his father's ginger color to create an almost pink color. He was in regular clubbing clothes and was even wearing his rainbow foxtail on his right hip, which every regular at the club knew meant he was up for a fling if anyone wanted a fuck tonight. His eyes were a dull blue and his face gave almost a feminine look to him.

Then he noticed that Artemis was shifting uncomfortably in his seat and trying to look anywhere but at Rosen and the dancefloor. Smiling, he's pretty sure he knows what's up.

"You okay, sweetie?" He asks, putting a hand on Artemis's thigh.

Artemis looked up at Rosen still flustered. He was unsure what to do really. He was never the one to start any action. Anyone he had been with had always made the first move on him. He sort of just flimsily nodded noticing the hand on his thigh. It's position only helped him grow slightly more turned on. He wasn't sure why, but he was willing to do anything with this guy. He just wasn't sure what to do about it. He was too shy to instigate.

"Guess maybe you are ready for some more heavy stuff." Rosen giggled. "Follow me if you're up for some fun." He said then turned around and walked off.

He headed out the door of the club. He was tired of clubbing for the night anyway. He began to flag down a taxi while he waited to see if the little sugar muffin he'd been playing with all night was going to follow. He guessed whether or not he got any tonight was up to the kid.

Artemis slowly got up, looking around one last time before he grabbed his jacket and slowly followed Rosen out the door. He halted, standing next to him still very nervous. Having never done this before, he wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. On the other hand, he noticed that the mystery of it all was a slight turn on for him. He shook his head, unnoticed by Rosen and tried focusing on waiting for the Taxi.

Rosen flung an arm around Artemis's shoulders. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He smiled reassuringly at him. A taxi finally pulled over and let them in, though he warned them not to start "being homo" on his backseat in a teasing manner. Rosen, clearly knowing this driver, only winked at him in the rearview mirror as they took off.

They were quiet on the ride there. Rosen wanted to let the kid think and get himself comfortable with the prospect of what they were about to do. When they got to his apartment complex, he walked in and flashed his ID at the door. The door opened up with a happy, prerecorded welcome and Rosen led the boy in. They took the elevator up to his penthouse and got to the door before Rosen turned around.

"This is your last chance to back out. If you follow me through this door, you won't leave until morning." He whispered and took the boy's hands gently. "But I promise to make it worth your while to stay."

Artemis simply nodded trying not to shake. He wanted to try something new. His only security blanket was the fact that he was given a choice to back out and the fact that he said he was going to be gentle with him. He followed Rosen inside his apartment.

As soon as Rosen got him inside, he locked the apartment door. Then he took Artemis's hands and slowly slid them up his arms to his face. Rosen leaned in and kissed the boy, like he'd been dying to on the dancefloor, and pushed his body flush against the other. He only kissed his lips, not parting them yet to make sure the younger was ready for that exploration before initiating it.

Artemis melted into Rosen but he wasn't sure what to do. He ended up kissing him back yet feeling strange for doing it.

Rosen quickly dove in once the silent permission was given. His hands went up into the white locks and his tongue flicked out, tracing Artemis's lower lip to ask for another little give.

Artemis knew this tactic from the women he had been with. He was hesitant at first but finally let Rosen inside his mouth.

Rosen smiled into the kiss and slipped his tongue into Artemis's mouth. A hand left his hair and trailed down his back to the hem of his shirt. He tugged on it lightly before lifting it up. Rosen broke the intense kiss when he figured Artemis needed air and lifted his shirt up more, seeing if he couldn't get the boy to start undressing.

Artemis felt slight shock mixed with mild panic as his shirt was being pulled off of him. He looked up at Rosen tilting his head slightly. Well. He thought to himself. He had gotten this far and he wanted to explore. Artemis helped Rosen remove his own shirt.

Rosen smiled again and the moment the shirt was over Artemis's head, he dove back in for a kiss. While he explored Artemis's mouth with his tongue, his hands explored his chest and back. Coming up for air only to plunge back into the boy's wet cavern moments later, he could feel himself starting to get hot under his belt.

Artemis started feeling rather strange as his body was being explored. Each time he was explored, he felt warmer towards Rosen. In his confused state, he couldn't stop himself from tugging on Rosen's shirt.

Rosen pulled back, shocked the boy was trying to get him undressed as well. He pulled away far enough to drag his tight black shirt over his head and throw it off to where ever Artemis's shirt had landed before pushing himself up on Artemis once again. This time, however, he slipped a leg between Artemis's as he trapped him against the wall of his entryway.

Artemis was slightly shocked about the forwardness . Letting himself be pinned to the wall, he submitted to Rosen. He liked being played with which only procured him being more aroused. He did try to get himself off the wall though rather forcibly.

Rosen smiled when Artemis gasped after moving. The boy seemed to have forgotten already where he'd placed his leg, so into the kiss he'd been. When the boy moved, he'd unintentionally grinded himself on Rosen's leg.

Gasping a bit, Artemis looked down and noticed that he had just ground against Rosen's strategically placed leg. Looking up a bit red in the face, he staggered a bit back against the wall. Looking around he was looking for an escape not to leave but to resist playfully.

Rosen smirked as the boy took stock of what had happened and almost laughed when he turned even more red than he'd already been. Rosen moved his leg to grind against Artemis again teasingly.

Artemis felt shocked as he was being teased. Becoming more aroused, he could only turn deeper shades of red, still looking for a way to escape. Yet he no longer felt like he had to, he was rather enjoying it.

Rosen grabbed Artemis's hands and brought them up to his own chest. "You're allowed to touch me as well." He cooed when they next came up for air. His hands slid down Artemis's and then down his sides to hook into his belt loops. "I won't stop you." He added as he pulled the boy's hips flush to his.

Artemis felt as his hands brush over Rosen's chest. He could feel his slightly muscular body as his hands brushed down to the belt loops and he grew rather red. He felt hot in his ears and he was really hesitant to do anything. Shakily he removed his hands from the loops and using his right hand, he cusped the middle of Rosen's jeans.

Rosen let out a gasp that dissolved into a soft moan at the sudden pressure. It took will power not to push his hips down into the tentative grasp. Finding purchase in his hands gripping the boy's hips, he pulled the boy forward into him a bit, trapping his hand between their clothed crotches.

Artemis just let it happen now. He seemed to be getting a little more comfortable but he was still slightly unsure. Noticing that he got a small response out of Rosen, he smiled a little to himself. He began to slightly and very slowly just rub his hand up and down.

Rosen moaned a little in Artemis's ear and snaked his hands around to gasp his ass. He gave a small squeeze and chuckled a little when the boy jumped and froze. He lifted his hands a little then slipped them beneath the boy's jeans.

"Let's take this to my room now, hmm?" He whispered into Artemis's ear before pulling away.

Watching Rosen pull away Artemis froze again. He thought for a moment slightly afraid. No, he was lying to himself. He was scared out of his mind. He just sat there looking around uncomfortably, hoping Rosen would lead him. He felt less intimidated when he was led around. Gathering enough of his wits for just a few words he slowly stuttered.

"Y-your r-r-room?"

"Yeah." Rosen put his forehead on the smaller boy's. "Is that okay?" He asked gently, taking Artemis's hand.

Artemis nodded feeling better about himself, slightly less scared than he was. Looking into Rosen's eyes attempting to hide his fear, at the same time letting him know he was afraid.

Rosen turned and led Artemis into the apartment. His rainbow tail bounced and swayed a little against their joined hands as they walked and Artemis found himself staring down at Rosen's hips because of it. They turned down a hallway and halted in front of a simple door.

Rosen wasted no time opening it and revealing his room. It was a slate grey color on the walls and monotone color furniture with small bits of red and pink trickled throughout the room. The plain colors only seemed to make Rosen stand out with his bright hair and eyes and rainbow tail. He smiled at Artemis and led him over to the bed. He pulled the other into his chest and let his hands drop to his waist again, tugging the waistband of his pants.

"Let's get these off now, hmm?"

Artemis showed a slight bit of shock at his question. Slowly complying, he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and slowly taking them off still rather shaking.

Rosen smiled reassuringly and undid his own belt and zipper. Once both boys were in their boxers, he pushed Artemis down onto the edge of the bed gently.

"Lay back." He whispered into a kiss and waited for the boy to do so. Once Artemis had climbed up onto the bed and laid down, he settled over him. He lightly kissed the other's cheek. "I promise I'll be gentle. Tell me if anything scares you too much, okay?" He asked before letting his hands roam the boy's side and chest again.

Artemis nodded slowly reassured by his soothing voice. He just let himself be explored by Rosen for the moment enjoying the light touches.

Rosen smiled and left for a moment. He dug around in his dresser drawer for a moment before coming back to settle over Artemis again. He set something down on the bed, just outside Artemis's vision. He ran a hand up Artemis's leg and paused on his upper thigh, just below where his boxers ended.

"I need you to spread your legs a little." He said placing a small kiss on Artemis's stomach.

Attempting to see what the object was but failing to do so, he complied spreading out his legs wondering what his plan was. Artemis just watched Rosen slowly.

Rosen slowly slipped his hand into Artemis's boxers. He glanced up at the other with a gentle smile before starting to tug them down a little. He let the elastic waistband drag up the other's erect cock, drawing a moan from the one underneath him. Finally it sprang free of the band and Rosen slipped them off completely before Artemis could realize what had happened.

Artemis gasped as he was finally free. Turning a deep shade of red, he attempted to hide himself with whatever he could find.

Rosen smiled. He already knew the boy would try to hide so he grasped Artemis's wrists before they could cover anything and looked him in the eye.

"Don't hide. I want to see you." He said gently.

Artemis let out a quiet gasp as his arms where taken before he could hide himself, only turning even more red listening to the gentle voice from Rosen. He slightly squirmed.

Rosen smiled again and let his gaze drop. He stared softly at the other's cock, thinking about how cute a red it was flushed before glancing back up at a now speechless Artemis. He let go of his hands and moved his now free hands to grasp the erection left uncovered in front of him.

Artemis let out a gasp as a faint pleasure grabbed him, causing him to slightly squirm in his position. Relaxing his arms, he watched Rosen, wondering what his next move was

Rosen worked up Artemis's dick a little. He jerked the other off a bit, light strokes going down and hard thrusts coming up, while he let his thumb play with the slit. Artemis completely lost himself to the feeling of someone else's hands on him, somehow more kinky knowing it wasn't a girl touching him.

While Artemis suffocated in pleasure, Rosen reached for the item he'd set down earlier. Taking the small bottle of scented oil in his hand, he popped the cap with his teeth and gently squeezed some onto his free hand, moving his fingers and rubbing them together to warm the oil up a little.

All Artemis could do was squirm. It felt good, almost better than any girl he had been with. Noticing the oil, Artemis watched Rosen pour some sort of liquid in his hands. He struggled to pay attention the pleasure was causing him to lose the ability to concentrate on anything but what was happening to him.

Suddenly Rosen let him go. He moved his hand to Artemis's left knee and lifted it up. He sat himself down between Artemis's legs and set his leg down on his shoulder. Then he returned his hand to Artemis's now dripping cock. He gently ran a finger up it, catching the beading liquid and then grasped the head and stroking fully back down.

Atremis couldn't help himself but arch his back up from the pleasure he was receiving. Rosen definitely knew what to do to get him going. No girl could get him to feel like this as Rosen could. Failing an attempt to hold back a few moans, Artemis knew he had no control anymore.

Rosen took advantage of the fact that Artemis was distracted. He let his slicked up hand slide down and he placed a finger at Artemis's entrance. He drew gentle circles to both slick him up and calm down the shock, and possible fear, he knew was coming.

Artemis jolted from the new feeling. He grew slightly worried but felt a little relaxed with the slight massaging around his entrance. He had a slight fear but kept silent. Inside he wanted Rosen to do it. He had never experimented with anything of his own before nor with any of the girls he had been with.

When no response came, Rosen gently pressed on Artemis's entrance. After a little resistance, he managed to slip the tip of his finger in, up to his first knuckle. Instantly, Artemis reacted and tensed around the intrusion. Rosen, knowing that tensing would only make it hurt, rubbed soothing circles into Artemis's thigh.

"I need you to relax." He said gently.

Artemis grew suddenly confused. He felt strange, almost like he had to go to the bathroom. He tried relaxing but it only made it harder to resist pushing out Rosen's finger. He squirmed feeling slightly uncomfortable but yet there was a very faint pleasure coming from where Rosen's finger was.




New Horizons



Rosen noticed that Artemis was having a hard time relaxing. He leaned up and placed gentle kisses to Artemis's face and neck. Slowly, he was relaxed enough to slip his finger in further. After a bit, he began to slide the digit in and out, getting Artemis used to something being there and gently stretching him out.

Artemis, grateful for the gentleness of Rosen, was finally able to calm down and relax further. He started feeling that pressure again when Rosen inserted his finger but he noticed that it was starting to feel good. Feeling Rosen's finger sliding in and out of him was stimulating. This shouldn't feel as good as it did he thought to himself. But it did. It really did.

Once Artemis felt loose enough, Rosen gently traced another finger outside his hole. On the next push in, he inserted the second finger in too, slowing down his fingers to allow the new intrusion to slide in too.

Artemis suddenly felt stretched even wider as Rosen inserted a second finger inside him. He slightly squirmed, feeling to full inside. Even with being adequately stretched he still felt tension which oddly felt rather nice. With each pulse of Rosen's fingers, Artemis felt more and more aroused. He started to slightly make a sighing sound almost a moan but it was held back in fear of embarrassment.

Rosen smiled wider when he saw Artemis starting to really relax and even enjoy the attention. He heard muffled moans sneak past closed lips and kissed Artemis's neck gently.

"Let me hear you." He whispered against his throat. "Sing for me."

He began to scissor his fingers and stretch him more. He knew the next part is the one that usually hurts the most but it was necessary. Considering how Artemis was reacting so far, he was sure he'd make it through.

Slightly turning red at Rosen's statement, he relaxed a bit allowing himself to succumb to making moaning noises. He was really enjoying it. He could feel himself being stretched in a new direction with the scissoring motion of Rosen's fingers. Letting out a sigh, he relaxed even more.

Rosen leaned in for a kiss and slid his tongue into Artemis's mouth, hoping to distract him. Finally he let his third finger slip in. The stretch increased and almost felt like too much, yet still felt like too little.

Shocked by the sudden movement from Rosen, he was suddenly enveloped by him. Distracted by the sudden kiss, he could still slightly feel the third finger sneak its way inside. Cringing with slight pain, he cried out. A few moments later it returned to pleasure slightly more than it was before. Artemis went back to being relaxed after a bit still moaning lightly with every pulse.

Rosen twisted his fingers and pushed up, searching for a specific spot within Artemis. White stars flashed in his eyes suddenly and he nearly screamed in pleasure. Rosen smiled at the reaction.

Artemis's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head from the shockwave that hit him. After all these years of being with himself had never found this spot? He never played with his ass before but still? Why did it have to be there?

Just as suddenly as the waves of pleasure started, they stopped. Rosen slipped his fingers out and Artemis suddenly felt very empty, an involuntary moan of loss coming from his mouth.

"Shh." Rosen consoled. "Something much better comes next."

Artemis sat up wonder what it could possibly be. It clicked with him that this entire time, the only stimulation Rosen had received was when he boldly grabbed him when they were at the doorway. Leaning closer to Rosen, he reached out gliding a finger from the top middle of Rosen's chest and slowly glided it down all the way to the waist band of his boxers curling his fingers under them.

Rosen let out a shocked groan at the touch and leaned into Artemis's touch a little. He let the snowy-haired male pull them down and even threw them across the room after they'd wrestled him out of it.

Artemis continued lightly sliding his finger down the middle of Rosen's chest eventually coming to the base of Rosen's cock curling his fingers around it slowly tugging it up and down.

This time expecting it, Rosen groaned and let Artemis play with him. He put his hands on Artemis's shoulders and panted as the boy jerked him off. He had to admit the boy was talented in that respect, possibly due to being able to practice.

After a couple minutes of that, Rosen suddenly clenched his hands. "Artemis! Artemis, stop!" He panted.

Artemis conceded to his request and stopped jerking him off. Sitting down back he looked at Rosen with anticipation.

"As much as I loved the attention Artemis, I don't have that much self-control." He snickered. "Lay back down." He said with a gentle kiss.

Artemis tilted his head sideways but didn't say anything. He laid back down wondering what was going to happen next, he could only guess since he was stretched so much.

Once again, Rosen lifted his leg and placed it over his shoulder, doing the same with the other. Artemis could feel Rosen pressing lightly on his entrance again with something he knew for a fact was much bigger than his finger.

"This might hurt." Rosen admitted as he slicked himself up with some more of the scented oil. "But try to relax and it'll ease away fast. I promise it'll be the greatest thing you've ever felt."

Artemis didn't get a chance to respond because almost as soon as he was finished explaining, Rosen pushed the head of his cock into him, pausing only a moment before beginning to push himself slowly in.

Artemis cried out a bit from the insertion. He tried to relax but was unable to do so. It was almost too much for him. Gripping the sides of the bed, he tried to relax more allowing Rosen to push farther in. His cry turned into an instant pleasured moan as he felt Rosen go deeper inside him.

"Shit! I forgot how tight virgins can be." Rosen groaned out. When he was finally sheathed inside, he paused to let Artemis get used to his size being there. "You doing okay?" He asked.

Artemis simply nodded with a slight smile, ushering him to keep going with a slight push into Rosen trying to get him to keep going. It felt like erotic denial for him to stop.

Rosen was a little shocked about just how well Artemis was taking this, but wasn't about to complain. He tentatively pulled himself partially out and gave a thrust back in.

Artemis felt him withdraw a bit and moaned almost instantly when he felt the thrust back inside him. He was enjoying himself a lot. He was beginning to really count his blessings that he'd taken the chance to walk into some random bar. He began to slowly move with Rosen trying to get more pleasure from his slow thrusting.

It wasn't long before they caught themselves in a rhythm. By about the third or fourth push, Rosen had found his prostate again and was purposefully hitting it with more and more force with each thrust in.

Artemis practically screamed out in pleasure every time he was hit in what he could only assume was his prostate. He had never felt so good having sex in his life. He was enjoying it to the fullest. A few more strokes in he started to feel like he couldn't hold on anymore.

"I-I-I think I'm about to cum, R-rosen."

Rosen muttered something incoherent and picked up his pace, almost turning frantic. The speed and power of his thrusts increased and soon enough Artemis's eye went white with pleasure and he came harder than he ever had before.

As white ribbons shot across his stomach, Rosen grunted faltering in his rhythm. Artemis's orgasm caused him to squeeze harder on Rosen's cock and finally milked him of his own orgasm. With a quick muttered fuck, Artemis felt Rosen release white hot ribbons inside him, still thrusting to both milk himself and Artemis of everything they had.

After they'd recovered from post-orgasmic bliss, Rosen pulled himself out and let Artemis's legs drop from his shoulders.

Artemis gasped for air as he came collapsing into bed tired from such a good sexual encounter, sighing heavily he looked towards Rosen and smiled.

Rosen panting got up and went into a room that was attached to the bedroom and came back with a warm cloth, which he handed to Artemis to use to clean himself off before climbing onto his bed and laying down contented.

Artemis cleaned himself off and then layed down next to Rosen with a slight question on his mind but was rather hesitant to ask.

Rosen smiled and pulled the other closer to him. "So? What do you think for your first time?" He asked tiredly but with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I have never felt so good during sex in my life." Artemis responded lightly also tired. "I was very confused at first. I didn't know what I was doing walking into that bar. But by being explorative I walked in on this great experience."

"Mmmm. Well, I'm certainly glad you did." Rosen hummed. "And I hope you continue to." He looked down and winked. "From now on, if you see the rainbow tail, hit me up. Maybe next time it can be your turn."