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Escaped

By: Loansum



The women finally had some time to themselves. The men had decided they wanted to do a three day weekend fishing trip and the girls decided they should join their mother at her home for a girl's weekend while the men were away. So when the men left before 5am on Friday morning, the girls were already packed and ready to get over to Mom's for some relaxation. It would be a good time to be able to kick back and just have some fun.

So the three daughters started arriving about 7:30am. First to arrive was the oldest, Diane, who walked in wearing a cover-up over her skimpy bikini with every intention of getting a great tan by the pool for the next few days. Her husband had joined her Dad for the fishing trip and she welcomed some personal time. At about 8:45am the twins, Danielle and Dani, arrived together from their college dorm. Both wore jean shorts and tank tops and had the look of two college girls just coming back from Spring Break (which was the truth). They were well tanned and almost hanging out of the tank tops. 

Their Mom, Dee, was sitting by the pool with her coffee and reading a magazine as the women began to come out back to join her. Dee was sitting in a lounge chair wearing a two piece suit that left her huge 46 DD tits almost two thirds exposed. Her flesh was well tanned from using the backyard pool so often. Her tanned skin and her obvious sexy curves with shapely legs and butt always had men giving her a second (or third) look. Even at 47, Dee looked at least 10 years younger and liked to dress to show off her natural gifts. Her love life had been routine for the past several years and she wished she could interest her husband into having more sex. So far it was not working and Dee always seemed to be either horny or thinking about sex. Her thoughts were not what a mother of three and a wife of over 25 years was supposed to think. She daydreamed of being taken and used and forced. These thoughts surrounded her daily life and when men looked at her sexy body, she always wondered if they would do more than look and just take what they wanted. These ideas were ever present in her mind but she dismissed them as the imagination of a mature woman who liked sex.

Diane sat down beside Dee and poured some coffee and took off her cover up. She took after her mother with her bra size at an exciting 44 DDD. Today she wore a yellow string bikini which was so flimsy, that her mother thought, "Why did she even bother with a swimsuit at all?"

Diane had worked very hard after the birth of her baby 2 years ago to get back into shape. She had succeeded and the string bikini was her announcement that she was still hot and sexy and not just little Jimmy's mom. The thong bottom helped show off her hard and toned ass and her big tits were only covered at the very tips. Her short blonde hair was stylish and recently done.

Danielle and Dani were the typical cheerleader looking girls with hard bodies capped off by big 40DDD tits. They pealed out of the skin tight shorts and tanks as they stood at poolside. The twins liked to wear similar clothes and today they had on a red bikini that was both revealing and sexy at the same time. They took their lounge chairs and pulled them close to their mother and sister and twisted off the top of some bottled water and began to chat with the others. Spring Break had been quite an event for them in Panama City, Florida, and they needed some time to dry out and get some rest. Both we very sexually active and had done some "over the top" experimenting over the break with several hot guys.

The radio was turned on and the music played as this sexy foursome gossiped and caught up with each other about family and events in their lives. Time was passing and it was Diane who first heard the announcement on the radio. Evidently a group of inmates had escaped from the state penitentiary last night and there was an extensive manhunt in their county for them. The women commented about it briefly and Dee sent Dani to make sure the doors were locked in the front of the house. They all shared a light lunch on the shaded patio and then proceeded to help each other paint their toenails with new nail polish before venturing back out into the sun. The men had called from pay phone at a small general store near their fishing cabin. They told the women that their cell phones didn't work out there but they would call daily from the pay phone to check in. Dee told them not to bother and to just have a good time and have fun.

Late afternoon, it was time to make a batch of margaritas and Danielle and Dani used a new recipe they learned recently during their Spring Break. The first pitcher was outstanding and the second was even better. All the women were feeling comfortable as the sun was setting. They went inside and moved the gathering to the living room. Nobody changed out of their swimsuits but just sat around telling stories and having a relaxed time. Diane was telling the others about this new cold wax treatment she started to use to remove hair for a nice Brazilian wax look. As she sat there, she spread her legs wide, pulled the small thong material to the side, and showed the smooth look of her hairless pussy. The women commented that they wanted to try the treatment since they were all tired of shaving to keep that bikini look for the swimsuit season. Diane said she brought the jar and that tomorrow she would show them how to use it.

They had a light dinner of salad and some white wine as they didn't move from the comfort of the living room. Suddenly, Dee heard a sound coming from the backyard and rose to go see what it was. She thought the side gate was closed and locked but wanted to make sure. As she was just about out of the room and entering the kitchen she felt a hard shove on her shoulders which propelled her back into the living room as she stumbled to keep from falling. The others looked up startled as she regained her balance and saw their mothers wide eyed stare. They looked at where she was staring as three black men in prison coveralls entered the room. They were big men and looked like they had been running for some time. Their coveralls were dirty and sweaty looking and these men looked both fierce and dangerous. Diane immediately thought back to the radio earlier in the day and knew who these men were.

"Sit down bitch and everyone shut up and you may live through this," one of the three said into Dee's face. She moved back slowly and found the side chair behind her and sat down.

"Okay, I am going to make this easy for you. Everyone do as they are told and you'll be fine. Now I want all the cell phones from your purses and then I want all the phones in the house unplugged and brought back to the center of the room," said the tallest of the three with force and authority.

Dee rose to take the phone jack out of the wall and then said the other two extensions were in the kitchen and also in the bedroom down the hall. She was ordered to get them and the men watched her disconnect the wall phone in the kitchen and then walk down the hall toward the bedroom. The leader followed her and when she was beside the bed he roughly pushed her forward onto the big king bed. He went over and pulled the phone from the wall jack and then told her to turn on her back. Dee obeyed him as he walked the few steps to her and fixed his gaze directly onto her 46 DD breasts being held up by the tight suit top. His eyes descended to her nicely formed hips to her tanned and shapely legs.

"Is there a gun in the house, bitch," he asked as he surveyed her sexy body.

"No, we don't own one," Dee said as she tried to sit up.

"Lay back down bitch and do as you're told," he ordered and Dee immediately dropped her body back onto the bed. 

"Take your top off and show me those big tits of yours," the big black convict told her with a firmness that gave her no choice. Dee pulled the strap down off her shoulders, pulled her arms out of the straps and then pulled the top down below her full breasts. Her massive tit flesh was fully exposed as he smiled slightly as he looked down at her. 

"Now pull on your nipples and get 'em real hard bitch," he snarled at Dee and waited for her hands to move. As she touched herself she recalled all the times she had flaunted her sexy body at her husband and had gotten no reaction at all. She had craved him being aggressive and demanding, but he never did. Dee pulled on her sensitive nipples and rubbed them and pinched them as the convict watched her on the bed in front of him.

"Take that top off," he told her and she pulled the material until she unhooked the snaps and threw the suit top on the floor. Without being told, Dee returned to stimulating her nipples as she looked up at the black convict watching her.

"Now pulls off the bottoms," he demanded and Dee immediately lifted her ass off the bed and hooked her thumbs into the garment and pushed them to her feet. Without taking off her heeled sandals, she slipped the panties to the floor. She was totally exposed and vulnerable and she could feel the excitement in her body at the situation she was in and being forced against her will. Her dark fantasies were somehow becoming reality and she was wet.

"Open your legs, slut, and finger your cunt and pull on your tits," he told Dee as he began to unzip his jumpsuit and pull it down his well toned body. Dee was slowly sliding a finger into her wet pussy as she pinched and pulled her big tits with her other hand. She couldn't hide her building arousal and she was enjoying the domination by this black convict. Then she saw his big cock appear as his jumpsuit dropped to the floor. He was not only much longer than her husband, but he was about twice as wide too. His body was hard muscled and tattooed and his cock was semi hard as she stared at it.

"Suck my cock, whore," he said as he moved closer to the edge of the bed and waited for Dee to sit up and take his cock. Dee was in a trance as she rose to a sitting position and wrapped her hand around the thick meat in front of her and began to stroke it with full firm strokes. Her eyes were fixated on it and she loved the heavy feel of him in her hand. It was directly in front of her mouth and she couldn't resist the need to take it in. Her mouth just dropped down on the wide cock and forced it a few inches past her full lips as her tongue swirled over the big head and her hand continued to pump it hard. The black meat moved in her mouth and she was becoming obsessed with the feel of it on her tongue and entering her throat. She couldn't explain the mixed feelings of desire, humiliation, submission and pure animal lust that filled her, but she knew she would do whatever this man wanted.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and shoved her back onto the bed and pulled her legs up and rested her high heeled sandal covered feet on his shoulders. She looked up at him and saw the animal need in him as he positioned his huge cock at the entrance to her wet cunt. He reached down and took hold of the big hard dick and began to rub it along her wet pussy lips. He teased her swelling clit and she gasped from the sensation as his cock stroked her pussy.

"Ask for it, bitch. Tell me what you want," he snarled down at her as his cock head pressed on her clit. Dee was trembling and moving her hips in hopes of capturing him and forcing him to enter her.

"Oh, God, please fuck me with your big cock, please do it now," Dee pleaded to the black convict standing above her. He was looking down at her as his hips flexed and the fat head popped into her tight cunt.

"Ahhhh, yes," she wailed as it entered her and drove deeper and deeper into her. He had his hands on the top of her thighs as he forced his big cock all the way into her. Dee felt fuller than she had ever felt in her life and her hips pushed her hard onto his stiff dick. She began to move with him in urgent and demanding strokes. This was sex as she had never known it before. She was being taken and used and every space inside her seemed filled up and alive with sensation at the same time. She knew her orgasm was fast approaching and she marveled at how fast he had brought her to this point. She looked down and watched as his hard black meat sawed into her wide spread cunt.

"Is this what you wanted, bitch," he asked as his hips pounded into her.

"Oh, yea, oh yea, please fuck me hard," she begged him as her orgasm washed over her and somewhere off in the distance she could hear her own voice screaming from the incredible feeling he was giving her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she panted as the fullness of his cock kept her cumming in a way she never knew was possible. He kept at her and then she watched him lean his head back and moan as he came deep inside her open womb. The feeling was like a pressure hose exploding in her and she gasped as another orgasm hit her hard and held her for what seemed like hours.

After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of her and told her to clean him up. She went for the tissues on the bedside stand but he laughed down at her and told her to use her mouth. Dee rose back to a sitting position and took him back into her mouth and licked and sucked his cock like she was worshipping him rather having just been raped by this stranger.

"Let's go see what the others are doing," he said as he started to walk to the bedroom door. Dee took her discarded bathing suit and began to put it back on when he spoke again.

"You won't need that, slut, you are dressed exactly the way you should be," he smiled as she dropped the garments and followed him down the hallway.

Dee was not prepared for the sounds and sights she witnessed when she went back into the living room. First, she saw so many more convicts than the three she had seen earlier, but what really shocked her was that they had her three daughters completely stripped naked and they were all being sexually violated by these men. For some reason she thought she would be the only sexual victim and they would use her and leave her girls alone. But as she observed, that was definitely not the case. None of the girls could see her as she entered the room because they were all side by side on their backs on the floor, with one black convict fucking them hard and another one on top of each girl fucking their big tits as well. Dee felt that she had just walked onto the set of some group sex porno film being shot in her own living room. But what surprised her most were the moaning and the words coming from all the girls. Just as she had behaved just a bit earlier, they were all enjoying the harsh treatment and the hard black cocks that were violating their cunts. 

Dee was stunned by the events in front of her as she felt hands reach around her from behind, gripping her big tits and squeezing her hard swollen nipples. The combination of the lurid sex scene in front of her and the sensations of her tits being mauled by a strange set of black hands started her body on an inevitable course toward sexual arousal again. As she looked around the room she saw at least 10 or 12 black convicts with no clothes on and their hard big cocks standing erect and waiting their turn for the next willing white captive. Now she knew that this would be a long and sex filled night and maybe much more before it ended. As her nipples were inflamed and driving her crazy from the stimulation, she heard Diane cry out from under a big muscle bound black man.

"Oh, yes, that's it; fuck me with your big cock. Yes, make me cum you bastard. Fuck me hard," She was yelling as her eyes closed and her body convulsed in a mighty orgasm that kept her moaning and screaming continually. As this was happening and her attacker was filling her with his hot cum, she watched Diane get a face full of hot juice sprayed onto her by the man who was tit-fucking her. Diane's tongue darted out to lick the warm liquid and take it back into her mouth. 

As she watched this happening, Dee was moaning from the sheer erotic moment unfolding before her and dropped a hand between her legs to begin to finger her own needy cunt. But as she did this, she was pushed forward and then placed on the big chair beside the large couch. Her knees hit the fabric and she reached out and grabbed the top of the back of the chair just as her legs were spread and a hard cock was roughly shoved into her from behind. This was every bit as big as the first cock that took her in the bedroom and she tightly clutched the chair to make sure she didn't fall. This convict was moving with long and powerful strokes inside her wet cunt and Dee gave herself up to the exquisite feelings that ran through her body. Her head turned to the right and she looked down as Dani pulled her shapely legs up and placed them on the back of the convict that was fucking her so hard.

"Yes, like that," Dani cried out, "do it hard. Hurt my cunt with your black cock. That's it, hurt me," she said with a voice that was trembling with need and lust. Dee's eyes met Dani's eyes and they both knew they were beyond the point of no return. They both needed to be used and fucked and they were both nearing their climax. Dee could feel someone just to her left and as she turned, a black cock was placed on her lips and she opened up to take it in her warm mouth. Her mouth was stretched to accept it and her captor took her hair in his hands and began to face fuck her. He drove back in her mouth and his cock entered her throat as he used her mouth like it was a cunt. Somewhere in her mind she thought she heard a doorbell ring but the sounds and sensations around her were just too much for her to focus on anything but her own primitive needs. The convict behind her was speeding up as he felt more lubrication flow and with every thrust Dee was forced further down on the cock in her throat. She felt like a rag doll being buffeted about between two huge forceful men.

Then Dee heard Dani scream out as she came on the ramming cock that was deep in her young cunt. Dani was moaning and whining as her orgasm took hold and held her captive much as these hard men had done. Finally when she stopped her loud wailing, another black stud took his place and Dani was climbing the ladder again and holding onto her attacker with locked ankles. Looking next to Dani, Dee watched her other daughter Danielle grunt at the man inside her and move her small hips in unison with his every thrust. Their eyes met and Danielle called out to her in her moment of passion and sexual excess.

"Mom, he's making me cum on his big cock. Oh, God, it's so good; it's so fucking good in my cunt. Mom, watch him fuck me. I'm cumming, oh God, I'm cumming," Danielle gasped at her mother in a throaty heated whisper. The man fucking her big tits exploded too and covered her face as she cried out from the orgasm and the flood of cum inside her pussy and on her beautiful young face. Then Dani's tit fucker did the same thing on her and pushed his hips forward so Dani could wrap her lips around his pumping cock as it emptied itself into her eager mouth. Dee watched as if paralyzed by the erotic sight in front of her as her own pussy was being fiercely abused and her mouth stuffed by hard black cock.

Dee was sucking the man with the death grip on her hair as if her life depended on it. Suddenly she felt his motion change and become spasmodic just before he fired his hot cum directly down her throat. Dee attempted to avoid gagging on the huge load and made sure she took all he had deep inside her eager throat. The convict behind her was also very close to orgasm and he took a hard hold of her swaying tits and gripped down as he came in her tight cunt. This set Dee off again and she cried out as she was overcome by her climax. Both Dee and her convict moved together as they ground into each other to extract the last amount of ecstatic pleasure from this moment. Just as Dee was released from the man behind her, she heard Diane call out. Instinctively, Dee looked back in her direction. She saw Diane on her hands and knees and taking a big cock in her cunt but her face was a mix of sexual excitement and alertness. She was moving her head to point Dee in the direction of the big sofa.


Escaped Ch. 02



The women were terrified when they heard the leader talk about selling them. And now they were in the back of a large van dressed in sweats and carrying some clothes to change into on the trip. The morning had rushed by as they were pushed and thrown about in a hurry to get them dressed and packed and into the van. The Asian men were smaller than the convicts but they looked very rough and mean. During the frenzied pace of the morning no one had come near them to use their bodies again.

Dee had pleaded with the convict leader not to allow them to be sold, but he ignored her as if she wasn't there. Before getting into the back of the van, the Asian man who had paid the money told them that if they made any noise or tried to escape that he would use his knife on them and nobody would ever be able to recognize them again. The trip took about 3 hours and it was hot in the back of the un-air conditioned truck. They each had a water bottle and there was no light as the worried and terrified women sat on the floor and held hands and spoke quietly about the situation they had found themselves in. Strangely enough none of them spoke a word about the other events of the evening before. It was as if the sexual orgy they had all participated in had been completely over shadowed by the way the night had ended. Even in their wildest imagination they could never have imagined that it would wind up with them being sold into slavery. They all also knew that the slavery was not to be cleaning and cooking and tending the fields. It would be sexual and they were to be their owner's whores. They had so many questions and so many fears as they rode in the back of the hot dark van.

Diane had noticed that the men had emptied the lingerie draws and also took black garbage bags full of shoes, dresses and gowns. It appeared that the clothing they wanted for these women was the best dress-up clothing they had. The girls always kept a lot of their clothing that wasn't everyday wear in their mother's home, so there was plenty to take and something that would fit just about anyone of the new slaves. The bathroom and hall closet full of cosmetics and lotions and shampoos was also stuffed into bags. In very quick time, the things the men wanted to take were loaded into the truck with the new captives.

When the truck finally came to a stop the women were thrown about by the sudden braking of the van. As they were groping around in the dark to get back to a sitting position, the back doors opened and the bright morning sun blazed into the stark van. They covered their eyes until they could adjust to the light and then they were led out of the white vehicle. They now saw that they were at dockside of the port and being pushed across a deserted open space between the warehouses and the large freighter that sat at the pier. The gang plank was really a set of metal stairs that were attached to the side of the large boat. The men pushed the women to the stairs and they began to climb. No words were exchanged among them and the Asian men did not say anything until they reached the ship's deck. 

"You will be shown to your cabins now and will stay there until someone comes to let you out. There is no way to escape and the ship sails in 30 minutes," he said as the women were led below deck and to center cabins without windows. They were put inside, one per room, and then the rooms were locked from the outside. The rooms were very small with a small bathroom and shower and a fold out bunk and small dresser with a mirror above it.

Dee looked at her reflection and knew that the life of the person looking back from the mirror would never be the same. She was fearful and apprehensive, but at the same time she was curious about what this new life held for her. Her sexual encounters the night before had awakened a deep need inside of her and she knew that she was different in a very profound way. She also knew how much she had wanted and craved the sex and she wondered if this new feeling would help her withstand what was in store for her at her unknown destination. Thoughts of her daughters and her mother also being onboard the ship to be transported into this new life both comforted her and scared her. As so many things were going through her head she felt the engines roar to life and the ship started to move under her feet. She went to her bunk and stretched out and drifted off to sleep.

Hands were shaking her and Dee slowly was awakening from her rest. She looked up and saw a man dressed in a blue denim work shirt and blue jeans. He was very muscular and shook her by the shoulder as she regained consciousness.

"The Captain wants to see you but he first wants you to get out of the sweats and get into this robe," he told her as he pointed to a silk robe lying across the small dresser.

"Clean up and put the robe on and those shoes beside the dresser and I'll be back for you in 15 minutes," he said as his eyes looked over her body as if he were appraising a piece of meat. Then he left and she heard the door lock. Getting up she went in the small bathroom and washed up and found her cosmetic case. She put on some fresh makeup and fixed her hair before walking out to get the robe. It was very shiny and pink and Dee knew it would be very short. No other closes were available and she had no underwear or bra to put on so she just got into the robe and tied it snuggly around her and looked into the mirror. She was right about the length of the robe as it was about 4 inches below her pussy. She knew that if she sat down that there was no way to hide herself at all. But Dee had no choices and this was obviously the first day of her new journey and her new life.

The door opened again a few minutes later and she walked in front of the big sailor as he told her what walkway to take and which staircase. Climbing up 3 levels of stairs, she knew the burly sailor behind her had a wonderful view of her ass and pussy as she moved in front of him. For some reason it didn't bother her at all. In fact, it excited her. She was then told to walk out onto the ship's bridge where she saw two men in officer's uniforms. Both men were somewhat older but tall and in obviously very good shape.

"I brought your guest up here, sir, as you ordered," said the sailor. The Captain dismissed him with a returned salute and the wave of his hand. The man disappeared out the door and down the hallway.

"I asked that you be brought to me so I could go over the rules you will live by while you are at sea. The trip will take about 18 days and we will refuel once during the trip. I am the law on this ship and I need you to understand that when I give an order, it will be obeyed. You are considered property while on this ship and I am entrusted with the care of that property and its safe delivery. But as with all people who sail with me, they have their assigned jobs. Your job will be as I direct," he said forcefully, "Am I clear?"

"I never asked to be here Captain. I was taken against my will and want to be sent back to my home," Dee said with as much force and conviction as she could.

"This is not possible. You are here and will be here until you are safely delivered to your destination. There will be no debate. I give orders and you obey them. These are simple and easy to understand rules. Do you get what I am saying?" he glared back at her.

"Yes, I understand," Dee mumbled back.

"Good, now come over her and stand in front of me," he ordered.

Dee moved to about a foot in front of him and waited. He reached out and took the pink belt and undid the knot Dee had tied it with. With her hands down at her sides she watched him separate the fabric where it parted in the front and then push it back over her shoulders. The robe dropped to the floor and Dee was left standing in only her high heels and nothing else. His eyes were on her huge breasts and he reached out with both hands and began to touch them and pinch the nipples and squeeze them. Her nipples got hard immediately as he caressed her. She then felt someone move behind her and knew the other officer was closing in on her from behind. The Captain dropped his hands from her aroused tits and the first officer wrapped his arms around her and took hold of the huge tits. Dee moved her ass back until she felt the hard cock of the officer behind her press into her crack. The Captain moved closer and dropped a hand to her pussy and found the moist slit with his finger. He slowly moved it along the opening and teased her clit briefly as he worked on her.

"Open your legs," he said in a soft voice and looking down her shapely legs watched her high heels move to a wider stance. She was opened now and he put one finger up inside her and began to move it slowly in and out. His finger was rubbing over her swelling clit as he worked on her. Her body was their plaything as she responded to their talented hands. Overcome by her sexual desires, Dee took her arms and wrapped them around the Captains neck so she wouldn't stumble and fall from the erotic sensations that captured her body.

"Do you like being touched like this," the Captained asked her.

"Oh, yes, it feels so good," she moaned as he added a second finger inside her needy cunt.

Dee reached down and began to undo the Captains belt and then she pulled his zipper down. Her hand grabbed his hardening cock and she pulled it out and began to jerk it off. His pants dropped to the floor and he kicked them away. The first officer had his pants off and was bending her over toward the Captain as he probed her wet cunt lips with his hard cock. Taking her hips in his hands he forced himself deep into her as she bent further forward and took the Captain's hard dick into her mouth. 

The officer was now speeding up his attack as Dee began to suck and stroke the Captain. Her moaning increased as she was being used so well by both men. Her ass moved back on the cock inside her as she forced more of the Captain down her throat. The Captain had a tight grip on her hair and was now using it to move her head back and forth. Dee could feel her orgasm approaching as the first officer was pounding her cunt harder. Each stoke ended with the loud slapping of his hips on her willing and shapely ass.

"Pull it out and put it in her ass," the Captain told his officer. Dee tried to protest. She was so close to cumming that she wanted him where he was just a little while longer. But the officer obeyed and pulled out and then pushed hard at her tight ass until it popped and allowed him to enter her. His cock was so wet that it acted as a lubricant as he forced it full length into her. Dee was in a sexual delirium as she rotated her ass on the cock in her. It hurt her and yet it felt so good. He began to pull out and saw in and out. The more he worked on her, the better it felt and Dee could feel the orgasm coming back. She sucked the Captain in a frenzy and he used her mouth like it was her primary sex organ.

"Pull her up so I can give this whore what she really needs," the Captain said. As the first officer pulled her upright with his hard dick deep in her ass, The Captain reached under her thighs and lifted her legs up and wide open. Moving closer, he pulled her until his cock was just below her dripping cunt and then shoved hard into her.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out, "it feels so good. Oh please, oh please, oh please," she chanted as the Captain and his first officer hit a steady pace with Dee captured between them and rocking back and forth on their cocks. She came almost at once but the orgasm kept rolling through her in waves of sexual pleasure.

"Fuck me, oh yea, fuck me good," she begged as they used her naked and wanton body. She moaned incoherently as they fucked her hard. She was riding the waves of orgasm that would not release her. This went on for some time as the men were building to their own hard climax. Dee could feel the cock in her ass begin to pulse and expand and then bath her with hot cum. Then the Captain fired his cum deep inside her contracting cunt and they both were grunting and pounding the sexy captive wedged between their bodies.

As Dee was slowly eased back down, she steadied herself of the stiletto heels and felt cum rushing down from her ass and cunt and flow onto her naked thighs. She loved the feeling of the warm liquid running out of her body and the relaxed sensation of the amazing double fucking she just experienced.

"The deck hand will take you back to your cabin now, but I think we may have additional assignments and orders for you later. Is that clear?" he asked looking her in the eye.

"Yes, Captain, I understand" she replied as she took her robe and walked back to the door of the bridge and exited while putting the garment back on. As she left, she saw the sailor waiting for her at the bottom of the flight of stairs below her. She cinched her belt loser than before and descended the metal steps knowing that as he looked up, he could see directly up her short hem and at her pouty pussy lips which were on full display. He made no secret about where he was looking and Dee looked at the way he lusted after her body. She followed him down the corridor to her cabin and as she passed one of the rooms she could hear her daughter Diane moaning and pleading with whoever was in the room with her. Dee stopped to listen outside the door.

"Oh, fuck yes, give me that big cock. Give it to me hard. Oh, fuck that's good," Diane cried out as her mother listened at the door. The sailor had stopped and walked back the few steps so he too could hear what was happening to Dee's daughter.

"I think she likes Mario's big cock," he said as his hands opened her silk robe and took her big tits and nipples into his skilled fingers. They were immediately hard and Dee was still very aroused from the hot sex she just had up on the bridge. The deck hand opened his jeans and pulled them down exposing his big hard cock. Dee reached forward and began to stroke him and watched as it got bigger and bigger.

"You need some more cock, don't you, slut," he said as Dee squatted down and began to suck him. Looking up she nodded to him as she sucked on the fat cock. Her big tits were hanging down and she felt the deck hand take them in his calloused grip and work the nipples.

"Oh, yes, that's it, fuck my ass baby. Fuck it with that big cock," she heard her daughter Diane scream as Dee sucked the sailors cock. She knew Diane was getting what she wanted and somewhere in her brain she wanted to watch it. Looking at the sailor she leaned back pulling his cock free.

"Let's go inside her cabin. Let me see what they are doing. Please let me see them," Dee begged as she continued to stroke his cock. She saw the man slowly smile down at her.

"You are a dirty whore aren't you? If you want to see your daughter getting fucked, baby, just open the door and walk in," he told her. Dee stood up and while still holding his cock in her hand she turned the knob on the cabin door and walked in. Her daughter Diane was on the floor in the middle of the small room with Mario standing behind her with his cock driving deep into her ass. Diane looked up at her with a sexual glaze in her eyes as the black sailor with the big cock worked her hard. He never let up his relentless pace as Dee and the other deck hand walked in.

"Get on your hands and knees in front of her so your daughter can watch me fuck her mother," he told her as she dropped to the floor and felt him positioning his cock behind her. She felt him move close and place his cock between her wet pussy lips and he then began to force into her open cunt. With just two or three short strokes he was able to move deep into her and start a constant and hard motion as he watched Mario and Diane and then looked back at Dee's upturned ass.

"Oh, yes, like that," Dee moaned as the pace quickened. She looked in front of her and her daughter was facing her and in the same position as Mario was deep in her ass. Dee saw the lust and need in her daughter. Her eyes were half closed and Dee knew she needed it just as much as she, herself, craved it. Those black convicts had awakened something in all these women and they all knew they would never be the same. She heard Mario say something and she looked up to watch him motion to the man behind her that he wanted to switch. Suddenly, both women were totally empty and the men walked around and without ceremony drove into the exposed ass of Diane and the well used cunt of Dee. Dee screamed a bit because of the added size of Mario who attacked her cunt with a fierceness she needed. Dee looked up as a soft hand was caressing her face and she saw Diane's blue eyes look directly into hers. With a slight move forward, Dee's lips met Diane's and they explored each other's mouth with wet probing tongues. The men watched them and began to move in a steady motion as they moved these sexually aroused women to a heightened sense of excitement. It was inevitable when they felt the men begin to cum which ignited their own orgasms as their lips stayed glued and hungry to each other. The moans were deep and they shared them with their lips and tongues as they came for these sailors. Pulling out of them, both men pulled their heads back and the women began to lick and suck their spent cocks and clean them for their captors. Dee was then pulled to her feet and out of the room and realized she was just 2 cabins away from Diane. As she entered her room she saw two other crew members enter Diane's room and she knew that her daughter was in for a very active day.

Each day they were served food in their cabins and it wasn't until the second week at sea that Dee saw her twins and her mother being pulled from their rooms and marched up the stairway to the Captain's quarters. She knew they were in for a full afternoon of continuous fucking as she had experienced on that first day and twice since then. Mario had told her that they loved using her mother because she screamed so loud and begged so much for their cocks. He said it was obvious where all the women in this family got their genes. Days went by and each day was like an orgy except she and her family were ushered from cabin to cabin to satisfy the men aboard the ship. Sometimes it was just one man and other time it was 3 or 4 of them taking their turns in her every hole.

One day as the Captain had just finished fucking her from behind, he pulled out and Dee immediately began sucking him clean as she was taught to do.

"We land in port tomorrow morning and I have clothing for you to wear when they come to pick you up," he said putting his dick back in his uniform pants.

"Where are we and what are they going to do to us?" She asked as she rose from the floor and put the pink robe around her.

"I am not 100% sure, but you are certain to be high class call girls for your owner. You are in Thailand and there is no way out," he told her.

"How did this happen? How did those men back in the states know enough to sell me and my family into sex slavery like this?" Dee couldn't understand how a group of just escaped convicts could make this happen so fast. The Captain started to laugh when she said this.

"You mean you don't really know? My poor deluded woman, you were not sold into slavery by your captives that night. They were working on orders from the men who commissioned your sale to my Thai clients. Those black men were simply working for the sellers," he smiled down at her.

"But if not those convicts, then who were the men who sold us," she asked with a stunned look on her face.

"But my dear, you must know that it was your husband and your son who have sold you," he said simply and with an ironic smile.

"My God," she gasped. "That rotten bastard sold me and his own kids to be whores? How could he do this to us? My God, this is incredible," she exclaimed in total disbelief. But she knew that this was true. She could see it in the eyes and the manner of the Captain. It was true.



Escaped Ch. 03



As they all rode in the small bus with very dark tinted windows, Dee could not stop thinking about how terrible it was that her husband and son had sold her and her daughters and mother into slavery. She wondered if it were true. She didn't want not to believe the ship's captain who told her this incredible information before leaving the freighter in this oriental port. As they were leaving the port she saw a sign which said Ko Si Chang and further down the road she spotted a road sign which said Bangkok. She knew they had landed in Thailand but had no knowledge of this place or what was in store for herself and her family. 

The trip was slow and all the women dozed for some time while the bus rolled along the roads around the bay and toward the city. Eventually they entered the city which was huge and brightly lighted with big avenues and street and jammed with people. They were surprised at how big this place was and how modern and yet oriental it was in character. Eventually they pulled into what seemed like a long alley and drove to the back of a long building. The doors opened and the women were led into a back door. It was brightly lighted inside and they were moved to a wide flight of stairs and climbed one floor. Here they were greeted by a middle aged oriental man who was very well dressed in a fine silk suit and tie. He ushered them into a very large room that seemed to be some kind of banquet hall. The women were seated at a large round table and waiters appeared with dishes of hot food and bowls of rice. Water and wine were also brought out and poured and the meal was very good and the women enjoyed the feeling of freedom that dining together gave them. As the meal wound down, the man rose from his chair and began to speak to the women.

"You have come on a long journey to be here in my house. I have purchased each one of you and I have done so because of your beauty and your abilities. You have come well recommended to me by your seller and I trust you will perform very well while I own you. If you accept your roles here, you will be well cared for and looked after with fine clothing and luxurious lives. But should you fail to do as you are told; I will punish you and make you very sorry that you forced me to hurt you.

Now, I want each of you to stand as I select you and come to me so I may inspect my property. You are first," he said pointing to Dee.

Dee rose and walked around the table to stand before this man who now owned her. Standing there before him in her light dress she looked both sexy and alluring. The dresses were given to her and to the others along with lace bras and thongs and high heels. Dees red outfit fit very well and showed off her very large breasts and the scooped neckline revealed a good amount of cleavage. 

"I am Mr. Sumato and what is your name," he asked her.

"I am Dee and these are my three daughters and my mother," she replied

"I am pleased to have you here with me. Slowly turn so I can see you from all sides please," he told her.

Dee did as he asked and turned so he could see her from profile and get the full impression of her huge breasts straining inside the form fitting dress. Continuing she turned away from him and knew he was surveying her nicely formed ass which was so fully on display in this tight light dress.

"Stop there Dee," he told her as she then felt his hands on her shoulders move to the zipper on her dress. He pulled it all the way down as she stood motionless.

"Drop the dress to your feet and kick it away, Dee," he directed her and she slid it down over her full hips and to the floor and then stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

Dee's mind was racing. Here was the very nice gentleman who spoke softly and with respect and yet she could feel that he was also very dangerous and a man to be very cautious of as well. He had mentioned punishment during his initial remarks to them and she could tell that he was also a man that followed through.

"Take the bra off and turn to face me," Mr. Sumato told her.

Dee unhooked the front center clasp and threw the bra on top of her dress and turned to face him. He smiled as his hands reached out to feel the fullness of the big breasts in front of him. He squeezed them and then took her nipples in his fingers and pulled them while rubbing them between his fingers. Dee could already feel her temperature rise as her nipples hardened right away.

"Now take off the thong for your owner, Dee," Mr. Sumato told her as he worked her sensitive and aroused nipples. Her hands went down her sides until she took the light lace material and began to push the thong to her ankles before kicking it away.

"Tell me, Dee, is your cunt wet for your new owner," he asked as her body was getting highly excited by both the hard manipulation of her breasts and nipples plus the dominating way he treated her.

"Yes sir, my cunt is very wet, Mr. Sumato," she breathed back at him. He took a firm grasp of her nipples and pulled her by them as she moaned and followed him to the empty table a few feet away.

"Sit on the table, Dee, and put your feet up onto the two chairs on either side of you," he said as he squeezed her long nipples and then released them.

Dee sat on the table top and placed her high heels on the chairs that were positioned to the sides of her well formed legs. In this position, she was totally opened and exposed. He could easily see the moistness on her sexually needy cunt lips.

"Now use your fingers to open your cunt for me," he instructed as Dee dropped one hand and then the other to her glistening flesh. Her fingers went slightly inside the moist folds and she then pulled them back to open herself as instructed. Mr. Sumato positioned himself in front of her, between her wide opened legs as his hand came down and then his fingers entered her. He began to saw them in and out of Dee's cunt as his thumb rubbed her excited clit at the same time. Her eyes closed as she gave herself to this amazing sensation.

"Open your eyes and look at your owner Dee. Tell your other family members to strip naked and place themselves on the table just as you have," he ordered her.

"Mom, girls, do as he says. Take off your clothes and get on the table with your legs on the chair. Keep your heels on and spread yourselves open for him," she moaned as her body was quickly approaching orgasm. Dee heard movement around her and then felt her mother sit on the table beside her and lift her smooth legs onto the chairs. Because the table was round, she could only see her mother's right shoulder but could tell she was totally naked and ready for Mr. Sumato.

She could also hear the clothing drop from the twins and then felt the table move as they must also have gotten on and positioned themselves. Then she felt the beginnings of her climax and still looking at her owner she began to shudder.

"Oh, yes, like that. Oh, God, so fucking good. Yes, fuck it, oh God, fuck it please," she cried out as her orgasm explode within her and her body screamed from the release. Her hips moved on his hand as the final spasms subsided and Mr. Sumato moved away from her and then took his place between her mother's wide spread thighs.

"Tell me your name, mother," he said as his hands took her full breasts and squeezed them and caressed them in his smooth hands.

"Darlene, my name is Darlene," she said as she looked down and watched the man pull on her nipples and make then red and hard.

"You are very beautiful for a woman your age. I have bought you because I have many young men who wish to have an older woman to teach them special things. You will be a good teacher for your owner won't you Darlene," he said as his hand moved down and entered her wet pussy.

"Oh, yes, I will be a good teacher," she whispered as her hips moved forward to get his fingers deeper inside her begging cunt. His other hand was pinching and pulling at her swollen nipples and the older woman was grinding her hips onto Mr. Sumato's fingers.

"Tell, me Darlene, have you always been such a willing whore for men," he asked as he pistoned his fingers into her wet cunt.

"Yes, I love to be fucked and used by men. I need it all the time. I love being a dirty slut," she moaned as her climax approached.

"You will like it here then, Mother," he said, "because I have many men who will want to feast on your mature body." Darlene leaned back and convulsed on his hand in a very loud orgasm.

"Oh, yes, I'm cumming," she cried, "Oh, please, yes, do it to me. Please I need more, oh it's so good," she almost yelled as her body rolled from one peak to another until she eventually slowed her hips and came to a gradual stop.

Moving to his right he then stood between the twins and reached out to touch each one at the same time. His hands were on their firm young thighs and sliding up to touch their open cunts and then enter them.

"I have so many men who will love taking your young lush bodies," he said to Dani on his left. She pulled her legs back and placed her high heels on the table top, allowing Mr. Sumato to enter her very deeply with his fingers.

One his right he was teasing with Danielle's clit and rubbing it and hearing her soft deep moans.

"Many men have fantasies about having twins at the same time and you both will be very important to me in fulfilling these fantasies," he told them. Both young women were already climbing toward climaxes as he manipulated their wet pussies.

"Pull on your nipples and make them very hard and erect for me," he demanded as his fingers drove them closer and closer to the edge. He watched them take their full tits and nipples and pull and pinch them roughly as they were being finger fucked by this elegant Asian man. As required, their nipples stood out on their firm tits and were very long and erect as first Dani screamed out her orgasm while Danielle followed just moments later. 

When he was done with these beautiful twins he moved again to his right but Diane was not on the table. She was still seated at the other table where they had eaten and was still fully dressed. She had her arms folded in front of her and her head down and seemed to be trying to ignore him and the recent events at the larger round table.

Walking to Diane, Mr. Sumato looked down at her and began to shake his head,

"You have disobeyed me and I told you that would be severely dealt with, didn't I," he said in a soft voice.

"We do not give second chances here. You are my property. You are owned. I am disappointed in your failure to obey and you will now pay a very dear price," he warned her as he stepped back and clapped his hands several times.

Three tall, fit looking oriental men came through the door very quickly and presented themselves to their boss.

"Strip her and take her to the play room and get her ready for me," he ordered. They took Diane by the arms and dragged her from the room as she screamed back at Mr. Sumato.

"You do not own me. No man owns me," were her last sounds as she disappeared.

"Your daughter needs some lessons in good manners, Dee," he said to the naked woman who sat there with a shocked but helpless expression on her face.

"All of you will follow me to the play room so you can learn from this girl's mistakes," he said as the women rose to their feet and went to get their discarded clothing from the floor.

"You will not need to dress. Just follow me as you are," he barked. The women could see he was angry now and they all feared for what he would do to Diane.

By the time they got to the room at the end of the long hallway, Mr. Sumato ordered them to a set of chairs at one end. There was a ceiling high privacy screen that separated the rest of the room from the women but they could hear Diane on the other side pleading with the men to stop what they were doing. After several minutes, the struggling and pleading stopped and Mr. Sumato pressed a button and the temporary wall slowly retracted to reveal Diane in the center of the room. The women gasped when they saw her.

Diane had been stripped naked and was tied with her hands over her head. Leather bands were around her wrists and the ropes were hooked to ceiling rings and secured her in place. Her ankles were also held wide apart with leather ankle restraints and ropes lashed to floor rings. The only thing she wore was her strappy stiletto heels. She looked defiant and Dee wondered why at this point in their long travels had she decided to rebel. It had been a sexual journey for them and she saw Diane being used and enjoying her role as whore, first from the black men who invaded her home and then from the men on the ship which took them here to Bangkok. So many times she had heard Diane crying out for more cock and screaming out from her crashing orgasms. This made no sense, but maybe it did.

From the beginning Diane had been a captive who was taken against her will from her safe suburban life. Now she had just come to grips with the reality that she was OWNED by a man she did not know and that this was now her life. Before today she had hope. Before today it was just an exciting sexual adventure. But upon being ushered into this strange Southeast Asian world, she knew this was both real and permanent. She also knew that her husband had been the one who put her here. It was a lot to come to grips with and she had reacted violently to the idea. Now she would be punished.

Mr. Sumato walked to face her as she was tethered and helpless before him. His manicured hands reached out to take her large breasts in his hands. He felt their weight and massaged them as they all watched. His fingers played and pinched at her nipples and they were getting hard and growing very extended as he did this. Moving behind her he kept one hand on her right tit while his other hand traveled down her body to her stomach and then lower until he slowly massaged her open cunt, rubbing her clit as he did. It was obvious that Diane was reacting to his expert touch but was also trying desperately to keep him from knowing how aroused she was getting. But when he shoved two fingers into her cunt, she couldn't keep a moan from escaping her full lips.

"Oh," she gasped as her hips moved forward onto his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. She began to grind herself onto his fingers. Dee watched and knew how aroused her daughter was and that once she was sexually excited, she couldn't stop herself. Dee knew that Diane didn't start out wanting this but now it was obvious that she was just like her mother. She was a slut. Dee knew her so well.

Mr. Sumato had moved to her side as Diane kept pumping her hips onto his hand. Then with a sudden and violent movement, he reared back and delivered a very hard and resounding crack across her naked ass. Diane's movements stopped with the suddenness of the blow and the pain it caused. But the fingers kept moving inside her and after the initial shock it was still obvious that Diane was still very hot. Mr. Sumato then delivered another hard slap across her firm ass followed by another and then seven or eight more.

"Please," she cried out, "please stop," she begged as the beating continued.

"I told you that I will not tolerate disobedience. You are my property and will always do exactly what you are told. Am I making this clear to you," he asked in a soft but direct manner while striking her tight ass again and again.

"Please stop," she cried back at him as tears streaked her face.

"I asked you if I was being clear about your role," he said as once again he pounded her ass with a hard deliberate slap.

"Yes, you are. Please stop," she pleaded tearfully.

He stopped as she had asked and looking to the side of the room, nodded to one of the men. He pulled down a leather strap that had the last one foot of it cut into ten thin strips. Mr. Sumato took the weapon and withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt.

"You have not submitted to me as your owner, my dear, and this will end now," he told her as he wrapped the leather band around his hand and watching her shocked and terrified eyes as he slowly prepared the strap. Turning for the first time to the women sitting on the other side who were both afraid and upset at what they had just witnessed and were about to witness, he addressed them.

"Dani, Danielle and Mother, go over to my assistants and take their cocks out and get them hard. Do it now," he ordered as the women were at first startled but then rose to walk to the big men and dropped to their knees in front of them. The men stripped naked and the women took their cocks into their mouths and began to do as they were ordered. The men all stood there with hands on their hips and looking down as the women serviced their sizable cocks. Dee was watching her daughters and mother on their knees and was getting horny from being left. But she was still was very concerned for Diane.

Diane was shaking from fear as Mr. Sumato ran the leather strap over her body and particularly over her hard nipples. He then leaned in and sucked on one nipple and played with it with his tongue as she felt her heat rising again. He shifted his attention to the other nipple and did the same while his fingers once again found her wet cunt.

"Please, I promise to obey. I will do what you want. Please don't hurt me anymore," she pleaded as her body was humping his probing fingers and her tits pressed forward to force more of her big tits into his sucking mouth. It was easy to see the heightened need in her as he worked her body as she hung helpless in front of him. Then he pulled away from Diane and his arm rose and the small leather strip came down on her right breast with a snapping sound. Then her left tit was next and then he went back and forth for several more hard hits of the whip-like strap.

"Who owns you, Diane," he asked her as he moved close and began to suck on her tender and painful nipples.

"You own me. Oh, God, please don't hurt me anymore," she moaned as the sucking was arousing her even more now that the nipples were so tender from the strap. He sucked and bit down on the nipples and drove her crazy with the conflicting sexual sensations that ran through her body.

"Oh, God, my tits feel so good. Please suck my tits. Please, please," she moaned out to him as he mouthed the sensitive nipples.

Then stepping back again, Mr. Sumato took the strap and with an underhand motion brought it up to snap on her exposed cunt. He did it again and Diane was crying out again. The strap made direct contact on her clit and drove her excitement higher while at the same time caused her more pain.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, what are you doing to me," she moaned. The strap hit directly onto her clit again and Dee watched as her daughter seemed to push her hips out to get the full impact of the blow. She knew that her daughter was enjoying this new sensation and that her tormentor knew exactly how to use the hard leather on her.

"Tell your owner what you need," he demanded.

"More, please, I need more. Oh God, I'm on fire, please," she begged. 

One more hard slap of the whip and she was writhing on the restraints that held her.

"Are you my property? Are you my whore," he said demanding an answer.

"Oh. yes, I'm a whore. I am your whore. You own me," she panted as he plunged his fingers into her wet cunt again.

"Oh, yes, fuck your whore," she said as he worked her cunt once again. Then suddenly he withdrew again and barked orders to his men.

"Tit is time to use my whore. Undo her ankles and use her like she has been begging me to do," he commanded of the men who were all hard and ready.

They left the kneeling women and unsnapped the ankle restraints from the rings on the floor. One of the men stood in front of her and reached down behind her thighs and lifted Diane off the floor so that she was suspended only by the wrist restraints. He positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her cunt and drove himself into her fully with the first stroke. Taking her ass in his hands he began to pound his big cock into her as her legs lifted up and encircled his hips. Diane was into it right away as if her body was dying to be fucked like this. Her heels dug into his hips as she bucked her talented hips onto him.




Escaped Ch. 03



"That's it, fuck his whore. Fuck her hard," she snarled as he continued to use her helpless and needy body. She then felt another man behind her and he had her tits in his hands as his cock was sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks. She knew what was going to happen and she needed it to happen. She felt the man in front slow down and stop as the second man positioned his hard cock at her ass and pressed it forward. He must have been very wet or lubricated, she thought, or maybe he was just coated with her sisters spit, but it pierced her tight ass and slowly rode in a few inches.

"Yea, ass fuck this whore," she begged as she looked back at him as he began to slide deeper into her. When he was fully inside her the other man began again and the two of them began a synchronized pace as they sawed into her at the same time.

"Oh, my God," Diane screamed as they fucked her like this, "I'm going to come. Oh, fuck me, pound my cunt and ass," she begged as they kept her pinned between their hard cocks.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she cried, "Oooohhhhhh, yes," she moaned as the sensations ripped through her sexy body. She was crying and moaning and writhing as the waves of incredible release overcame her and shattered her system.

"So, good, so good," she panted as she began to come down from this amazing peak. But the men were not done and they continued to saw their big cocks into her shackled body. Even after this mind numbing orgasm she was still sexually excited and loved the feel of both men in her taut body.

"God, I love your cocks. Keep fucking his whore. Fuck his property," she told them.

Somewhere she heard Mr. Sumato's voice telling the twins to sit down but for her grandmother to keep sucking the other man. Looking to her right, she saw her grandmother, Darlene, stroking and sucking the third man with a look of rapture on her face.

"Yea, Grammy, that's it, suck his fat cock. You're such a dirty whore Grammy with his big cock in your mouth," she said as she once again felt the beginnings of another orgasm starting to build.

"Oh, that's so nice. Oh, I love these big cocks in me," she moaned. "Cum in me. Cum in my ass. Fill my cunt with cum." And then Diane was there again and cumming and screaming again as they took her to another orgasm that crashed into her body like a huge wave. She was shaking and her eyes were almost all the way closed as her head hung back. Then the man in her ass started to groan and his cock felt like it expanded and he was shooting cum deep inside her tight ass. He griped her tits hard as the climax held him and then he finally relaxed and slowly slid out of her sweet ass. But the man in her cunt was still fucking her and she rocked back a bit and relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of this man using her.

"Let her wrists loose," Mr. Sumato ordered and the man who just left her ass took her wrist restraints and detached them so she could drop her arms. They immediately went around his shoulders and he held her there as his cock continued to move deep inside her.

"On the floor with her," Mr. Sumato ordered and the man let her down and pulled out of her. He had her on her hands and knees and then entered her again from behind. This brought another command from Mr. Sumato and the man in Darlene's mouth pulled away from her and stood in front of Diane who immediately began where her grandmother left off. Darlene was feeling empty and left out but knew she was done with her job and took her seat. 

Dee had been watching all of them but had not been a participant at all. Watching the men use Diane had made her incredibly excited and she only wished she was being taught a lesson. She looked over at Mr. Sumato, who she thought must be reading her mind. He motioned her to come to him and she stood and walked to him. He motioned for her to kneel in front of his chair and she did so.

"Do you want your owner's cock, Dee," he asked.

"Yes, please let me suck your cock, Sir," she said looking up at him and seeing him nod his permission. He undid his pants and pulled them and his shorts down revealing the largest cock in the room. She took it in her hands and felt its weight and size and began to stroke it as her mouth descended and she took the thick meat in her watering mouth. Her other hand dropped to her already wet cunt and she began to slide her fingers over her clit and into her needy cunt as she sucked Mr. Sumato's big cock. 

Dee had always loved to suck cock. It never failed to get her incredibly aroused and she always loved the taste of a man's cum. Her owner's cock was nice and thick and long and she went down on him, forcing his bloated meat into her throat before slowly rising up and then dropping down on him again. It was obvious that he was enjoying her talents as she knew he would.

As she did this, she recalled one day a few years ago when she was alone at home in her bedroom and using a fat vibrator on herself when the doorbell rang. Cursing the interruption, she quickly got up, threw on a short robe over her naked body and went to see who had come by. Looking out the window she saw someone in a uniform but couldn't make out what uniform it was. At the front door, she saw a young man in an Eagle Scout uniform. He must have been about 18 or so she thought. She asked him what he wanted and the boy said he was collecting for his troop to go to the national jamboree and was hoping she could contribute. He said this was his last year in scouting and he would be going to college in the fall and this was his last opportunity to go to the national event. Dee had been shielding herself behind the opened door but decided to let him in.

As he entered the room and heard the door close, he was shocked to see that this woman had on a very skimpy robe that had all it could do to keep her huge tits from flowing out. She told him to sit down on the chair in the living room while she got her purse. She could feel his eyes on her sexy butt as she walked out and knew the hem of the robe was just below the bottom of her swinging ass. The 3 inch bedroom pumps on her feet made her legs look sexy and shapely as she went back to her bedroom. Returning to the living room she had her checkbook with her as she walked over to stand in front of his chair with their knees almost touching. She looked down at him and could see his eyes trying to avoid the open top of her robe which revealed the big swell of her amazing tits.

"How do you want me to do it," she asked him as she looked over his body and then made direct eye contact with the tent in his pants.

"Excuse me," he said as he was not understanding her question.

"How do you want it," she said again as she enjoyed his discomfort at the situation.

"The check," she said, "how do you want it made out?"

"Oh, yes, please make it out to Eagle Troop 783," he stumbled.

With that, Dee kneeled down in front of the boy and placed her checkbook on his right thigh with her pen in the other hand.

"You don't mind if I use you, do you," she said looking into his eyes and smiling. Her left hand was on her checkbook and his thigh as her right arm with the pen lay across his left thigh with her right elbow pressing into his tented pants.

"No, ma'am," he said softly as she was enjoying this immensely. Leaning forward she knew her tits were almost hanging out of her robe and that he had an unobstructed view of her left breast almost completely to her nipple.

"Tell me what you need" she asked him as she stayed in this position between his legs.

"Ma'am," he asked as he looked at a total loss for how to respond.

"What you need, young man," she said again as her elbow rubbed on his obvious erection. "Tell me how much to make the check out for," she smiled up at him as her elbow continued its play.

"Ten dollars would be fine," he responded as he tried to regain some composure. But looking down at her part opened robe, her big tits were making him crazy along with her continued 'accidental' rubbing on his cock.

"No. I want to give you a lot more," she teased as her checkbook closed and she put the book and pen down on the floor and reached up to take the cloth covered cock in her hand. She stroked him through his pants and could feel how big and hard he was. Her left hand opened the belt of her skimpy robe and her big tits flowed out into plain view.

"Touch my big tits, scout boy," she told him, "I know you have wanted to touch them since you came in here."

His hands reached out and took the big firm breasts into his hands. He kneaded and squeezed them and his finger tips were pinching and pulling at her hard nipples. While he worked on here aroused flesh, Dee opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock. She began to stroke him slowly and could see the lust in his eyes and feel it as her got rougher on her tits.

"I like this nice big cock," she told him as she stroked it up and down. "Do you want me to suck it for you? Do you want my mouth on it?" she asked.

"Yes, suck my cock. I want you to suck it," he answered as he watched this gorgeous mature woman lower her lips to the swollen head and then drop her mouth down onto his hard meat. Dee was devouring him with her oral talents and she knew he couldn't last very long. But she also needed his cum in her mouth and she needed to taste him as he fired his young cum into her cocksucking mouth. Her licking and stroking and sucking took over and he released his cum for her and she savored it and swallowed it as she continued to lick him and drink him dry. Finally it ended and Dee rose and took her checkbook and pen and finished writing the check for him. He pulled his pants and zipper back in place and rose to leave. Dee handed him a check for $50 as they got to the door. Her robe was wide open and he could see her naked body in front of him.

"I love supporting our local scouts. If you look at the check, it has my phone number on it. Call me and I can give you a lot more support," she smiled as he turned and left the house.

Dee had not idea why that episode came back to her as she worked on Mr. Sumato's hard cock with the same need to taste his warm cum. Here fingers were bringing her closer to cumming and she wanted to cum when he filled her mouth. She could tell he was very close. She prepared herself for his blast but just as suddenly, he pushed her away and she fell back onto her back in front of him.

"Now for the final treatment of the reluctant whore I own," he called out as he walked past Dee to stand beside Diane and the two men who worked on her sexy body.

"On your back my whore," he told her as the men withdrew from her cunt and mouth. Diane looked up and then slowly turned her body to lie flat on her back at the feet of all three men. They were all jerking their sizable cocks over her and Mr. Sumato was the first to cum, as his big meaty cock exploded with long thick ropes of his cum. It landed on Diane's face and tits as the other two men began to cum as well. All three unloaded their full balls onto her and her body, especially her face and tits were covered in cum as she lay there licking it off her face and smiling up at her owner.

Who owns you, Diane," he asked when the men were all done.

"You do, Sir. You own me," she replied immediately.

Dee rose to her feet and thought to herself that this was going to be a very interesting place for her and her family.



Escaped Cons Get Revenge



author's note: This story is completely non-fiction, any kind of rape/non-consensual sex is WRONG. This is also not meant in any kind of disrespect towards anyone who works on a police force. 

I hope you enjoy =)

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Ted and Carl grinned down at the woman on the floor in front of them, cutting off either of her exit ways. The female cop glared at the two escaped cons that she'd helped put away, not a touch of fear in her eyes.

"Get out," she said, trying to take the position of power, even though she was lying on her own living room rug, "They'll catch you eventually anyway, but there's no reason for you to be here. Unless you want to kill me and that'll just put you up for the death penalty, you're better off just both serving your time."

Neither of them had been in for life; Carl had raped one of his co-workers and Ted had been involved in armed robbery of a 7-11 - the man working there had been killed but not by Ted. If they killed her, they'd be more screwed then they'd been before, so the only other thing she could think of...

Officer Erin sneered, "You thinking of holding me for hostage? That's not going to do you much good either."

Both of the men started laughing, she didn't know why, but she took the opportunity to kick out at Ted - unfortunately his hand was suddenly down there and pulling on her ankle, dragging her towards him across the floor. The back of her head hit the carpet, which muffled the blow some but it still hurt, and she cried out as they turned her over, putting her hands behind her back and hand-cuffing her with her own cuffs.

"BASTARDS!" she yelled at them, but they just laughed at her, pulling her legs apart and tying them to each end of the couch. A flash of fear went through her as her mind provided a reason for their presence that she actually hadn't thought of yet. Ted pulled out a large knife, smiling at her happily.

"Hold still Officer," he told her, "I'd hate to cut you."

She held perfectly still, although her eyes glared hot lasers at him as he began cutting off her uniform, her pride and joy. When she was naked in front of them they both let out soft moans and began caressing her as she started screaming.

"Go on and scream all you want!" Carl said loudly, "Not like you have any neighbors nearby to hear... lucky us!"

Erin realized that he was right, and glared as he lowered his mouth to her nipple, "Man I love the way a woman's body feels... I missed boobs so much... and these are some nice ones Officer Erin."

"Stop calling me that," she growled, bad enough that they were molesting her, and she knew that they were going to rape her, but calling her by her honorific as they did it was just too much.

Ted laughed as he flicked her nipple, "Doesn't look like Officer Erin has much of a sense of humor." Carl just chuckled around her nipple and kept sucking. Closing her eyes, Erin gritted her teeth, willing her nipple to stop feeling so good... it was hard with Carl sucking at it like a mad man. Ted was just toying with her other one, that was almost just an annoyance, easy to brush off... but Carl was starting to get to her. She remembered that someone during his trial had said that the girl he'd raped had gotten off several times while he'd been raping her, completely against her will. He liked to humiliate them by making them enjoy their experience. Immediately, Erin began to fight against the sensations even more. 

Slowly Carl worked his way down her body, his nimble fingers and tongue making her shiver. When he got between her legs, Ted moved around so that Erin was resting up against his back, giving her a great view as Carl situated himself. Immediately Ted began squeezing her boobs again, enjoying the feel of woman's flesh in his palms. As Carl began to swipe his tongue up and down Erin's pussy, she couldn't help the shock of pleasure than ran up her body, although she tried to hide it by struggling some more. Ted solved that problem by the simple expedient of pinching her nipples cruelly, making her cry out in pain as the tender buds were crushed.

Still, the sensation went straight down to where Carl was lapping away at her juices, making her pussy tingle with arousal. A finger worked its way into her tight pussy, exploring the insides of her body, and she almost moaned aloud when he found her g-spot with the tip of it, rubbing gently against her sensitive inner spot.

"Please stop!" she pleaded. Carl lifted his head for a moment, looking into her eyes with glee as his finger began to press more firmly against her g-spot. She writhed in shame and pleasure.

"Officer Erin is starting to get off on this," Carl informed Ted, who grinned and squeezed her boobs even more tightly, "And she's got one of the sweetest pussies I've ever tasted." Erin blushed as Carl winked at her.

"I don't care how sweet her pussy is," grunted Ted, "Just do what you want to do so that I can fuck the shit out of her."

Carl shook his head at Ted's crassness and lack of appreciation at the situation, but he got back down between Erin's legs. The poor woman moaned as her body's reactions started to take over, her hips moving as Carl's talented tongue and fingers elicited a passionate response from her traitorous pussy. Ted's fingers pinched her nipples as she started to shake and cum, Carl's finger stroking her g-spot in just the right way to give her a spectacularly intense orgasm while he sucked on her clit.

Shedding tears of shame, Erin couldn't believe the response of her body as the men grinned and Ted moved out from behind her. Spreading her legs he positioned himself with his dick at the entrance of Erin's wet pussy as Carl got behind her the same way Ted had been. So it was that she was able to watch as Ted started invading her pussy, Carl's fingers playing across her breasts and nipples in an enchanting way.

Ted was thick and he pushed in, hard and rough, bruising her tender pussy.

"Hot damn, Officer Erin," the convict moaned as he buried hilt deep, "You are one tight bitch... and so nice and wet."

He grinned evilly at her humiliated expression, taking his time about working his way in and out of her body, savoring his triumph. Then he seemed to get bored with it and started to go about taking his own pleasure in her, fucking her hard and fast, just enjoying himself. If it had been just him, Erin probably would have been able to ignore everything that was happening to her; but Carl was there. Damned Carl with his penchant for pleasure, who wanted her to experience everything, enjoy everything. He enjoyed his domination over her, playing with her nipples in a way that made her pussy tingle even as Ted fucked her hard. 

When Carl slid his fingers down and began playing with her clit, she cried out in defeat, her body arching up to meet Ted's next thrust. Something happened then, something clicked in Ted's brain just how much of a better revenge it would be if Officer Erin creamed herself on his dick while he raped her. Suddenly, Ted understood just why Carl took so much pleasure in the woman's pleasure.

Both men looked at each other with understanding expressions, and Ted's movements became slower, although still firm and hard. He rubbed himself against Erin's pussy, bouncing his dick inside her against her g-spot. His thrusts picked up more of its old brutality as her body responded against her will, but she still couldn't help the waves of pleasure that were sweeping over her. 

"PLEASE STOP!" cried Erin, feeling herself on the brink of an orgasm. But Ted just slammed into her, his groin pressing against her clit firmly as Carl pinched both of her nipples hard, and she exploded into her second orgasm of the night, writhing under Ted's thrusting body. 

Feeling his own orgasm approaching, Ted whipped out his dick and wanked it a few times, sending his cum shooting into her face. Because of her orgasm, Erin's mouth was open and most of his cum landed inside of it, foul-tasting and sticky in her mouth, but she had to swallow as Carl snapped her jaw shut with his hand. The rest of it was on her lips and dripping down onto her breasts. Ted smiled, liking the way the Officer looked with his cum going down to her belly and dripping onto her tits.

Then Carl moved, getting between her legs. Lifting each of her legs over his shoulders, he grinned at Ted as he positioned his dick. Erin moaned as he began to push into her swollen pussy, she was so hyper-sensitive after two orgasms that she could already feel herself going towards another one as he began to pump in and out of her at that steep angle. The position of her legs over his shoulders gave him leverage and allowed him to push very deep into her, banging up against her cervix with every thrust. She moaned and wriggled underneath as he fucked her, taking his time about it. 

Carl was so slow and meticulous, taking the time to play with her breasts and clit as he fucked her. Because of her sensitivity, Erin was soon crying out and cumming on his dick, resigned to fabulous orgasms as she was raped. She thought her pussy might burn up from the amount of sexual heat it was generating.

But Carl didn't cum. Instead he kept fucking her, up towards yet another orgasm.

"Please no more!" whimpered Erin, "I can't take another one..." her body arched as her pussy pulsed with delight, Carl's dick moving in and out of her body. Ted was already stroking himself hard again.

To her surprise, Carl pulled out, just as she was on the brink of orgasm... in fact, she wanted it again. And so she whimpered... and then squealed as his dick began pressing into her ass. It hurt, a cramping hurt... she'd only tried anal sex a few times because she'd disliked it so much. But Carl started rubbing on her clit as he split apart her tight ass, and her body became increasingly confused. In fact, as he began to pump in and out of her ass, she could feel her climax getting closer and closer.

"NOOOO!!!!" she screamed. One thing to cum while being raped, but to cum while she was forcibly sodomized? Erin started crying as her orgasm drew closer and closer, her ass full and cramping as the dick stabbed into it over and over again.

With a final scream, her body arched and her ass clamped down on Carl, he groaned as he started cumming, her body orgasming blissfully underneath him. He filled her ass with his cum, a reminder to her of where his dick had been while she'd had yet another orgasm, a reminder that would slowly drip out of her after he left.

Carl pulled out of her, leaving her crying in humiliation. Immediately Ted turned her over so that her ass was in the air with her cheek pressed against the floor; Carl helped hold her up under the onslaught as Ted raped her ass, filling the tight crevice with his hard meat. Erin couldn't help but start to enjoy it again as Carl rubbed her pussy underneath her. So it was then when Ted came, Erin came too, her clit being pinched and her ass tightening down and rippling to give Ted the maximum amount of pleasure as he filled her ass with its second load.

Before the men left they each copped one last feel of her boob, and told her that they'd call 911 for her once they were far enough away.

Half an hour later two men from her squad showed up to find Officer Erin, still handcuffed and curled up on the floor, cum leaking out of her ass. Looking up at them through reddened eyes, she spread her legs.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, as more cum dripped onto the floor. 



Escaped from Submission



I would like first to briefly address the cause of Sexual Masochism and ultimately provide you with the basic skills which are in my opinion enormously useful for ridding oneself from this very unique curse. While some of you (the novice in particular), might believe Masochism is a healthy sexual practice equivalent to normal sexual activity; this is simply not true. Sexual Masochism is a disease featured in the DSM (psychology's holy grail of mental disorders). However, this book can of course be wrong; after all, homosexuality was once in there as well and only later removed. Why should Masochism or having sex with horses and donkeys be any different? While I cannot speak for you as the only person I can truly claim to know is myself, this is the sort of thing that you come to realize from experience; the answer is born from wisdom not logic. 

I suppose it's around the time when you find yourself in authentic love that this garbage, this filth is exposed for what it truly is; a disease. The good news is, while you might not believe me, having tried time and time over, failed, already have given up on yourself- masochism is a curable disease. It is important to understand that this sort of Masochism; the prolonged, intense, and developed breed of Masochism most of us suffer from is a disease of physiological and psychological origin; probably both. The second point is that Sexual Masochism is, in nearly all circumstances, intimately bound to the presence of acute anxiety in conjunction with the desire to inflict pain upon others.

Best and most effective method: 

When we feel an intense desire to inflict pain upon another individual or group of people, this sadistic desire often becomes inverted when it does not find an outlet- in the form of a desire to have pain inflicted upon us. You see; the fantasy is not "having someone inflict humiliation upon you"- YOU are the one inflicting humiliation. You are the Master; the Mistress; the Dom; the owner; we inflict pain vicariously, through the eyes of our imagined mistress/master. Desire to inflict pain > search for someone to inflict pain upon > lack of available individual to inflict pain upon > desire to inflict pain turned unto oneself > search for someone to inflict pain upon you. (Freud) 

Therefore, I find that the best way to combat Masochism is to build a sincere love for all people (thus eliminating the initial source of the Masochism). In addition, sexually fantasize over dominating a female. (Females should not fantasize over dominating a male as feminine sexual submissive behavior should not be negated in its entirety only moderated). This will provide you with an outlet for your masochism/sadism (they are really the same thing) and lead you towards the healthy path of the male being slightly dominant. I would advice the female to fantasize about being dominated by a male in order to cure her Sadism. However, for both sexes a release of the original inversion will nevertheless be necessary. 

For this reason, fantasize over dominating a female while every so often appease the remaining masochistic desire and the desire will gradually become less and less. Once felt that you have a hold on your former need of submission, gradually decrease the fantasies over dominating a female to having actual sex with a female- with you having the slightly dominant role (fantasizing is fine too; no shame in that)- which is what nearly all women really want anyway. Our sexual desires also often conform to reality. Therefore, when out in the real world; stand up for yourself- don't be a push over. Being walked over leads to aggression later on- eliminate that cause of anger from its source. 

Learn to love women; do not hate them; do not wish to dominate them. No one actually wants to give to their mistress; they only take from her vicariously. Rather, learn to love women and develop a desire to give to them. Know that most women who you are considering as a sexual partner really do wish to submit to you on some level. You should not want to dominate them for your own sake. You should sincerely want to give to them and make them happy by allowing them to submit to you. Yes, submission is healthy for women in moderation. 

Additionally, a desperate desire to rid oneself from the masochistic impulse only serves to strengthen the impulse. Increased need to achieve impulse termination leads to increased anxiety over failure of successful achievement of impulse termination, leads to impulse enactment as in doing so anxiety is decreased from the mere physiological point of view regarding the impact sexual release has on and body as from the psychological standpoint in the sense that it eliminates the cause of the anxiety which is fear of achieving impulse termination. In short; we have a catch 22. 

Therefore, it is very important that one never attempt to combat Masochism by means of simply "pretending not to be a Masochist". Instead of feeling fear in conjunction with guilt- feel embodied with an ability to change in conjunction with a sense of responsibility in doing so to the best of your ability. It is literally a mental disease; not something that that is healthy and should be continued but not something that one should be ashamed of or "must not do under any circumstances whatsoever" either. So often I would loathe the impulse, feel enormous guilty, vow to desist from the act after each and every time and of course barely make it through the week. 

Both contemporary and non-contemporary experts alike believe a cause of Masochism is a fleeing from the stress impulse into infantilism (the humiliation aspect merely utilized as a means of reverting psychological maturity to the level of the child in order to achieve this aforementioned purpose); to digress into childhood; to escape from oneself; to escape from the peril of life; to be once more a baby in the warm bosom of his mommy; in order to protect, discipline, and love him. It is truly a divine and awesome moment in ones life, that piercing call to live, that sudden cognition of truth, when we are able to see life and gaze directly into it's eyes as it's beautiful name materializes before our minds as if it was there since the dawn of time; growth. 

Are you ready for responsibility? Are you ready to meet life's calling? Are you ready to grow up and live? Or would you prefer to forever remain in the cradle; crying on mommy's shoulder? Pardon me for the cliché, but the choice yours.

Additional information: 

Most experts in the field agree that an effective method of combating Masochism is by means of conditioning. That is to say, not to fight the desire, but to change the desire. Our bodies, differing from our souls, are governed by pleasure. Consequently, bodily desire is contingent upon the quantity of pleasure evoked from the fulfillment of the desire. Imagine that every time you eat sharkskin it would be accompanied by an instantaneous, immensely painful, electric shock. Following a given period of time, assuming you did not enjoy eating sharkskin in the first place, not only would you not feel a desire to eat sharkskin, but you would develop an intense desire not to eat sharkskin; that's right, you would despise sharkskin. What if, however, prior to receiving the shocks, you received a more than modest quantity of pleasure from eating the sharkskin? If our theory of pleasure is correct, even following the shocks, the desire for sharkskin would remain, and would only desist once the pain evoked from the shocks exceeded the pleasure evoked from the consumption of the sharkskin. Up to that very point, when pain exceeds pleasure, even following to the shocks, you're primal desire for sharkskin would remain. P (pleasure) > D(displeasure) = Desire. P 

This holds true for our sex impulse as well. For nearly all of us, the ontological reason why we experience such an insatiable urge for sexual humiliation and the like is because it provides us with enormous evocations of pleasure. Consequently, once the pleasure evoked from healthy, normal, consensual, masturbation or sexual intercourse exceeds the pleasure evoked from being sexually humiliated, the Sexual Masochistic desire will be tremendously crippled. For this reason, when masturbating or engaging in healthy sexual intercourse, that is, when the male is active and the female passive, the female being the receiver and the male the provider (correlating to testosterone levels healthy within males which is predominantly characterized in the sexual realm as Freud refers to as sex-active and estrogen levels healthy within females characterized as sex-passive; therefore healthy sexual activity = male-active, female-passive), try to make it as pleasurable an experience as humanly possible. It is easier said than done. In order accomplish the aforementioned, the subsequent pleasure inducing methods are found to be most effective within patients suffering from Sexual Masochistic Disorder as well as other Sexual Paraphilias. 

Method B When engaging in healthy sexual activity.....

Try to delay premature climax and elongate pre-climactic pleasure for as long as possible. 

Very often, due to our already conditioned desire for Sexual Masochism, it is difficult to achieve an erection and/or sexual arousal by any means other than Sexual Masochism. Under these circumstances, it is consequently often necessary to manipulate the Sexual Masochistic impulse as a springboard for normal, healthy sexual activity (active-sex). Try to achieve an erection by means of engaging in preliminary Sexual Masochistic fantasies, then once an erection is achieved and Libido (what Freud refers to as our sex drive) is enacted, change the scenario to a healthy sexual fantasy (where you are the sexually-active partner). Once you manage to make that switch, switching to the right side of the road so to speak, then prolong the active-sex (and the pleasure aroused from it) for as long as possible. It takes considerable effort to disengage in Sexual Masochistic role play once initiated; be exceedingly careful to ensure that you do indeed make the switch and don't merely end up continuing the Masochistic fantasy. Again, only use the masochistic fantasy as a spring board towards healthy sexual activity; not as an end in itself. 

Do Not attempt to stop cold turkey. If you try to exclusively engage in active-sex (including step two) and repress you're passive-sex desire completely (you're need for passivity during the sexual experience) into the subconscious, what will ultimately happen is that you will end up developing a neurosis. I will elaborate; you have all this passivity, excess estrogen, excess anxiety, call it what you wish, inside of you, and it needs an outlet. If it does not find one, it will be repressed into you're subconscious, consequently leaving you crippled with manifestations of paranoia and frigidity and the like. The key is to gradually decrease the sexual passivity. Therefore, when you do decide to engage in Sexual Masochistic fantasies (differing from step two, this time it not serving as a springboard) every subsequent engagement without exception should contain a lesser or at most equal quantity of passivity. For example, if you are passive in sexual activity to the extent that you feel the desire to engage in oral sex with males, switch to strap-on fantasies with a female. This will provide you're passivity with release (the female having an artificial "sexually-active-device", while simultaneously increasing your active-sex drive (engaging in sexual activity with a woman instead of a male). 

The next time, engage in regular active-sex, prolong it, and make it as pleasurable as possible. Then, once you feel the strain and longing for passivity, fantasize over pleasuring a woman orally and the like without the strap-on (this remaining in the realm of passivity, her forcing you to do so and what not). The time after that, have her merely engage you in regular sex, with her being on-top and having the dominant position (in-order to provide you with some passivity, while gradually decreasing the quantity, as opposed to quality, of passivity present). Obviously, there are numerous variables to consider and levels to progress towards, differing significantly for every individual. What will ultimately follow for everyone though, once the pleasure evoked from active-sex exceeds that of passive-sex, the desire for passive-sex will ultimately digress and fade into nothing but the occasional desire to be called a dirty name and the like every so often; possessing nothing but the harmless colossal remnants of a once very alive passivity. Obviously, if possible, when engaging in passive-sexual fantasies, such as Sexual Masochistic ones, try to lessen the pleasure evoked from the experience as much as possible (one successful method is to cause the room to have a foul odor when engaging in the Masochistic Sexual fantasy and a pleasant one for active-sexual fantasies). 



Escaped



"Yes, you motherfucker, jam that cock in me. That's it, you bastard, give it to me," the woman said as she was on her back on the sofa with her clothes pulled apart and her huge tits being mauled while a black convict was fucking her like a machine. Dee was horrified and puzzled to see her 66 year old mother, Darlene, being raped senseless by this escaped convict and screaming for more. Then Dee realized that she must have come in when she heard the doorbell ring a while back.

Dee's mother was still highly attractive and very sexy. Her tits were bigger than any of the other women and she always liked to dress in a skirt and heels to show off her very shapely legs. Dee saw the black man's mouth drop to suck on her extended nipples as Darlene grabbed the back of his head to pull him harder to her breast. Her blouse was torn open and her tits were totally exposed. The tattered bra which had been ripped open was on the sides of her chest. Her skirt was above her waist, her panties pulled to the side and Dee could see she had on black garters and stockings and black spiked heels. Darlene had her heels planted on the arm of the sofa as she moved her hips up to meet each brutal attack by the man above her.

Dee looked back at Diane who had closed her eyes as she got closer to another orgasm. A man took Dee and put her on the other end of the sofa where she could watch her mother being raped and begging for more. The naked man then stood on the sofa cushions and offered Dee his hard cock. Her hands reached up and she began to stroke it as she guided the black meat into her still cock hungry mouth. As she began to suck him and jerk his cock she heard Diane cum and moan from the floor beside her. This added to Dee's excitement as she took the hard dick deeper in her mouth and sucked and licked him in an oral frenzy.

As she was getting totally carried away with the big cock in her mouth she felt a tongue between her wet cunt lips. She was being sucked and licked and her swollen clit was being teased. Dee pulled back from the man in front of her and looked down to see her daughter Dani with her mouth on her mother's cunt. Her daughter was looking up at her as Dee watch another convict get behind Dani and push his cock in to her young upturned ass. Over to Dani's right, her sister Danielle was riding a black convict while another convict had shoved himself deep in her ass. Danielle screamed from the invasion but Dee could see her relax into the rhythm of the double penetration. Once Danielle settled in to the fullness she seemed to be lost in the total abandon of this incredible sensation. Dee loved what Dani's mouth was doing to her and pulled the cock from her mouth to look down at her daughter,

"Dani, my God, suck Mommy's cunt baby. Suck me good baby," she pleaded as Dani worked her closer and closer to another orgasm. Dani was also going crazy from getting ass fucked causing her mouth to be banged into her mother's wide opened cunt by the force of the black escapee's hard fucking without mercy. It was all too much for Dee as she whined and moaned on the cock in her mouth until it began to shoot cum down her throat, igniting another hard orgasm for the sexy big titted mother.

"Oh, oh, oh ,oh, yes, oh please, like that," screamed Danielle as the two cocks fucking her exploded in her ass and cunt and drove her wild with a huge climax. She was rolled off to the side by the two men and left panting on the floor. Her sister Diane had just changed from the convict banging her from behind to another black stud who took his place and was using her hair to leverage himself savagely into her from this angle. After several wet strokes he pulled out and pressed hard until he popped his big cock head into her tight ass as she cried out in pain.

Dee was pulled off the sofa onto a black cock and she began to ride it as her big tits hung down in the black man's face. Then she felt another cock at her ass and knew that it was her turn to be double fucked too. Surprisingly, she felt nothing but pleasure as it went into her and joined the other cock that was so deep inside her stretched cunt. As they sawed back and forth into her she could feel the very thin wall that separated the two cocks and she loved the sensation. Then someone grabbed her hair and a cock was forced into her mouth and she was being used as a cum dump for three men at once. Dee was buffeted between the three men and she loved the way they slammed their cocks into her and took her so brutally. She loved the way they treated her and made her their whore and she knew she would never be able to go back to being a nice suburban wife ever again.

"That's it, give it to me," she heard her mother scream out and she looked over to see her mother on her back being fucked again by another convict while three others were firing cum all over her face and tits as they stood above her writhing body. Darlene was splattered and covered in cum and her lips were coated as her tongue reached out to taste it and drink it in.

So much had happened and so many men had fucked these women all night long. But the more they used them, the more these women wanted it. At one point, Dee saw one of the ring leaders using a cell phone and heard him talking to someone about having a bunch of hot sexy bitches who loved to fuck. She thought he said something about wanting to sell them and asking how much they would be worth. Dee wasn't sure of the conversation because she was being fucked hard and cumming on another black cock as the deal was being discussed. But as the morning approached and the women and men fell asleep on the floor or the sofa or in chairs, a truck pulled up outside and there was a quiet knock on the door. It was 5 am when the door was opened and a group of Asian men walked in and met with two of the convict leaders. Money was exchanged and Dee raised her head to hear one of them talking to a convict.

"We have paid you well and they will be well used. I will have them in Thailand in five days and they will never be heard from again."



Escaping a Gilded Cage



Growing light, coming out of the long sleep. Lobsang wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious after the crash: it must have been days. It was a twenty by thirty room he found himself in, dank and fetid with the stink of several unwashed men. A distance light source, that grudgingly illuminated. 

A face noticed he was awake. An older face, creased and wrinkled, drawn and haggard with malnutrition. "Hello, hello, hello. Who do we have here? Oriental heritage, if I haven't lost my touch. Not India, not China. Vietnam? No, no, don't think so. Thailand? Not far enough north. You look like someone who hasn't had an easy life, even before we were bailed out. Tibet. Yeah, from the Himalayas."

A sip of water and Lobsang's mouth could function. "Yes, yes," he whispered, "I am from Tibet."

"Didn't know you buggers were this far out. Most of your lot stayed on Mars after the Centaurians terraformed it."

"Not all. Some traders, some adventurers, some fleeing the loss of our culture."

The face was scratched by thick, ungainly fingers. "Yeah, we've all pretty much given up over the past hundred and fifty years, ever since the Galaxy saved us from ourselves."

The newcomer looked around. "Where am I?"

"A gilded cage, buck, a gilded cage."

"I beg your pardon?"

Lobsang's eyes grew more accustomed to the light: a strange, blue glow reminiscent of the old flourescent bulbs. Looking around, he saw a large, squarish room, with a long central table surrounded by bunks like the one he lay upon three high. Despite the smell and the lighting, it was quite nice, with comfortable chairs and fine furniture. A sideboard held several interesting bottles and fruit and cheeses. Several gaunt figures lounged around, some wheezing heavily. The face gave him another sip of water and smiled, "Do you know about Gillam's Nebula?"

"Yes. A dangerous part of space; no one has penetrated it and returned."

"Well, you've penetrated it. You're on a planet in the midst of the nebula, circling one sun with a half dozen more-less seven light years away. Enough radiation ta break your equipment."

"How have you survived it?"

"Who says this is surviving?"

************

Larry Marsh was sitting naked on a soft plant of an almost indescribable nature. All he knew is it conformed to his buttocks like an old beanbag chair and tickled his skin; he heard it was a tricolor plant, but it appeared grey-green to him.. The sky was a grayish, milky haze with two red dots of light the size of Earth's Moon and a blue one half that size. The air temperature was around his body temp: warm and caressing with a slight breeze. He had been here five Earth years, and wasn't ready to leave.

Growing up in the Orion system, he was a stocky kid from his youth, strong but awkward. He only cared about the skills and education that would advance his wants, leaving the Terran Learning System as soon as he could. As he matured, he went into the family business: smuggling. The physical labor still required for the odd tasks and the physical confrontation standard with that class of human kept his body strong and reasonably agile, although his face testified to two broken noses he'd never had fixed properly. 

Larry also had a talent for getting caught, so he drifted to the edge of human habitation where law enforcement was less rigorous than the core of the Apulnian Empire. One day, he found himself alive in Gillam's Nebula and in touch with an entirely new race.

It was apparent early on they could read his thoughts, and fortunately, he had a Vocalizer that could interpret their gesticulations and electronic thought patterns into audible speech. This race had neither ocular nor aural senses, but sensed everything through their extremely soft and sensitive limbs, which numbered in the hundreds in many different sizes.

His loins ached as he approached a sticky, salty outburst. The mass of tendrils that covered his pelvis, red, blue, yellow, green and two colors he could not describe, pulsed as the moment approached. The Vocalizer chirped and hummed: "Yes, my pet, my tasty one, give me your Nectar. There is no vintage sweeter than you. Send your fluid on my receptors, I cannot wait much longer. Now, now, now, now. I will reward you with your heart's desire."

Being a simple man with few personal ambitions, he thought he was already being rewarded with his heart's desire. Getting ridiculously rich off a contraband trade shipping the resources of the Nebula from a perfectly secret base and having a small, docile tribe of humans to terrorize were bonuses. His head jerked back and he gave the alien what he desired, screaming and thrashing as his reproductive system emptied itself. Looking down at the mass, he gently squeezed the tendrils close to the hands he buried in the alien's maze. "To think they call you Medusa," he said out loud, which the alien could not hear.

**********

Lobsang was sitting on his bunk sipping vegetable broth. The replicator had the cognate down pretty well; as with most replicated food, there was a hollowness in the taste. Looking around the room, the other residents were sitting lazily, staring at the ceiling or at walls, a couple were having a whispered conversation holding hands.

"I thought the Empire wasn't lettin' Religious folks of any kind travel the Galaxy freely any more. Not after Pontus III." The face had identified itself as Brendan McShane, from the planet Cork out toward the fringe of the Apulnian Empire. "Those Christian missionaries stirred up so much trouble the Imperial Diet passed restrictive legislation faster than lightspeed."

"We were exempted from the new laws," Lobsang replied. "The Centaurians have admired us since First Contact and the Evacuation, so they used their influence. They also provided our ship, the Sangha Lhasa. It has been twenty Galactic years since we started our journey from Centauri VI."

"You guys're kinda like tha old Irish monks, who sailed around up Iceland. Have to say I admire ya. What happened to your ship?"

"I do not know. We were holding a position at a safe distance to Gilliam's Nebula, taking readings and contemplating the beauty of it shape, when our instruments started going off line. The ship began to lurch erratically and the Masters ordered us into the lifepods. Mine was ejected on a trajectory toward the Nebula, and I had an excellent opportunity to practice calming meditation as I approached the boundary. After I went in, my memory went grey until I awoke here a few moments ago."

Brendan scratched his face again; he looked as though he hadn't shaved for a week. "I might be able ta fill in tha blanks. But first things first: sooner or later Larry will show up. If you do what he says, you'll be fine."

"He is the leader of your community?" Lobsang inquired.

"Yeah, ya might say that. Not that he was democratically elected, of course." A dry chuckle.

"So what is the extent of your dwelling?"

"Almost what ya see here. Can't go out for long periods of time, due to the radiation."

"Yes, I was wondering about that. Life as we know it cannot exist within the Nebula due to the radiation background."

"That's what I thought 'til three years ago," Brendan mused, "Then tha universe screwed with me, so to speak."

A hatch opened and closed loudly, and a stocky man around six foot tall, with greying blond hair and wearing a green-t-shirt and shorts entered. The other inhabitants of the room drew away from the newcomer, trying to avoid eye contact. Brendan sat on his stool across from Lobsang placidly. "Hello, Larry."

"Hi, Brendan. How's life treatin' ya?"

"'Bout the same. You?"

"It's another lovely day here in paradise, right lads?" There were a few murmurs of forced assent. "This the new meat?"

"Yes, his name is Lobsang and he's from Mars."

Striding over, Larry stood in front of Lobsang, towering over him. "Well, he looks kinda scrawny and weak. Hope the Masters like him; we'll find out in a few hours." Bending over, his brown eyes bore into Lobsang's, which returned his glare placidly. "There's a few things we need to get square, first, bucko. Brendan'll give you the full history why we're here when he can. But first, I need to get straight with you who's in charge here beyond a shadow of a doubt." Swinging from his hips, he landed a savage uppercut to Lobsang's jaw with enough force to knock him backward and bounce his head off the wall. 

"Ya didn't have ta do that, Larry." Brendan looked on calmly at the newcomer's inert form, draped awkwardly on the bed in a small pool of soup.

"Never hurts makin' things clear from the start," Larry intoned. "Get him cleaned up and ready for the Session at Aphelion."

"You're tha boss," Brendan murmured as Larry strode to the other side of the room and lay down on a cot. Shaking his head, Brendan began to blot up the liquid soaking the cot after rearranging the unconscious form in a more natural position.

******

Xnaphor entered the Session room gracefully, spinning around on his tendrils and landing upright. His was a different race, germinating on a rare Earthlike planet in the midst of Gillam's Nebula. On this world, animal life was non-existent, and the sentient race evolved from botanical material. Their bodies were masses of small tendrils, joined by gradually thicker and thicker limbs to a thick central core. Asymmetrical in design, the few humans that encountered them found them exceedingly ugly, and could hardly bear to look at them. 

Tshmiliak was already in the Salon of the Fliescher, and touched a greeting with the newcomer. Their conversation was not audible or visual: they communicated via a complicated dance of tendrils that made contact in different places and sequences.  

"Good to feel, you Xnaphor," Tshmiliak began, "it seems like Glaretime past when we were here."

"A new tradition, a delightful tradition the Fliescher have provided us."

"I hear there is a new one this time."

"Yes, and he feels different from the others. Hlari says he has never had a mate."

"No mate! How does he live so? It is not possible for the Fliescher, is it?"

"Eventually a small number do. His Nectar may have never been tapped."

"How thrilling!"

"And since you are my Clmepter, you may have the pleasure of the sensation."

A frantic rustle of branches, like a bush blown by a hurricane force wind, shared excitement at the boundary of comprehensibility. "What can I say? I am in your debt. Xnaphor, you must pollenate my Btet and Gimmel; I owe you the next brood of spawnlings."

"Think nothing of it," came an indifferent rustling. "I am honored to please you so. There is even more."

"Oh?"

"We shall be the only ones here today. All six will be our delight, to savor as we please."

Tshmiliak went suddenly still and somber. "But, dear Clmepter, do we not have duties yet this Glaretime?"

Xhanphor rustled gravely. "All is taken care of. Everything that needs doing is done."

A relaxation and tentatively excitement came over Tshmiliak. A few moments later, the being mused: "It does not seem right."

"Does not seem right? How so?"

"These poor creatures have lost their home. They have been exiles for a hundred fifty of their years, living by the kindness of beings they never knew existed before. It does not seem right to use them so."

Xnaphor's tendrils twitched haughtily. "They knew what they were doing to their home, they did it anyway, and are lucky to survive. Why would any sentient race poison their own world without a means of leaving it?"

"No. Cannot be. How ridiculous."

"Yes, it is. All so their society could continue as long as possible without change. The ones in charge had to keep control and prosper, even while their world was poisoned beyond repair. They were relentless, blind, self centered."

Tshmiliak shuddered delicately. "Greed cannot ruin a sentient race like that. Surely you have heard a story that is partly true, and this race is not this vile."

"This is what they did, and they have not changed, even after they were rescued from their desert world. They give Hlari anything he wants in exchange for useless lumps of humus that are common on our planet, in exchange we receive an endless supply of technology and knowledge we never knew before, and an endless variety of dainty nectars to savor when we will. This race is not sentient enough to respect; we give them a comfortable existence as well as great joy."

"Great joy?"

"Oh, yes. When the Nectar pods explode, a sensation goes through the Fleischer unparalleled in his universe. It is something they share with their other halves, and how they pollenate."

An unbelieving rustle. "Pollenation? A delight? What nonsense!"

"Exactly. Clearly not a sentient species. They are beneath us; we do them a favor by letting them live here."

A large table was wheeled into room. It was hexagonal, and six men lay naked upon it. They were visible from the waist down; a restraining board blocked the view of their faces as well as holding them down with an irresistible force. "Feel the new one," Xnaphor tickled.

Tshmiliak's tendrils tentatively explored the brown limbs in front of him. "Softer than the rest, saltier, so unusual in chemistry. I can hardly wait to get my receptors around the triple spigot."

"Enjoy, my Clmepter," Xnaphor stroked.

*******

"Wake up, Lob. It's gonna happen."

The Tibetan awoke on a strange bed with a start. It was hard, and a large board held him down at the waist. He was naked, and could not see the lower half of his body.

"What is this, Brendan?"

"This is the reason we're here," he replied. "We're the main liqueur at the Medusa's Happy Hour."

Shaking his head, Lobsang tried to focus his concentration. It felt like a bunch of soft grass fronds were stroking his inner thighs, working their way upward. "I do not understand," he said.

"It's tha reason they keep us alive. The sentient creatures here're descended from plants, and take all their nourishment in liquid form. Oh, my god, it's driving my balls crazy. When we shoot our wad, the sperm makes the Medusas crazy drunk."

The grass fronds were circling Lobsang's crotch, encouraging him to respond. He focused his concentration, and continued: "How often do you serve them?"

Brendan's head whipped back and forth a couple of times. "Two, three times a week. Ah, ah, ah, he's got his torgo root up my ass. They like a good load, and they like tha spacing. Must be somethin' about the bouquet or somethin' that turns them on more. They don't like us to wash, either. The sweat is a flavor they like, too. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, argh!" 

The whorl of the grass fronds was growing more insistent on Lobsang's skin, but his disciplined body refused to give in to the sensations. "So we live in a wine cellar as the vintages?" 

It took several moments before Brendan could reply since he was panting heavily. When he recovered his breath, the man next to him began to moan and shudder. "You seem to think this is a bad thing, Lobsang," Brendan said wryly. "We get all the head we want and a cushy life. Oh my, this one is in a hurry. What's wrong with that?"

"It is unjust. It is abuse. It its slavery."

***************

"I am aghast, my Clmepter," Tshlimiak wailed plaintively.

Xnaphor's tendrils dripped with his second round of Nectar. Weaving slightly, he turned to his companion. "I do not understand. Is not the new Fliescher pleasing?"

"This Fliescher refuses to give up its nectar. I have wrapped my tendrils around its triple spigot, thrust my root up its dark lair, and all I get is hints of essences. It is so savory I pursued it longer than I have with any other Fliescher, but this is too much. My tendrils are wasted, I droop with sadness."

"Very well, my dearest Clmepter, you may have the other three Fliescher. They are proven rich and tasty, and yield easily. I give my rights to you."

There was a rustling and ritual touching. Xnaphor saw his companion satisfy himself with the next man before moving away to find Hlari.

**************

Several hours later, the men were sitting around a long table eating. There was little conversation, and occasionally the downcast eyes would flit over to the newcomer. Lobsang was the only one not eating replicated steak and potatoes; he nibbled some replicated vegetables.

"What'sa matter with him? Too good for steak?" came a voice from the end of the table.

"Let'im alone, he's different," Brendan replied, "there's many different kinda of bein's in tha Universe."

"Wait'll Larry finds out. He'll beat some sense in'im."

After the meal, the other men drifted over to their bunks to lie down. Lobsang sat on his in the Lotus position, and Brendan came over to talk with him. "I dunna understand Lob. How could ya resist?"

"I am a Buddhist Monk, a follower of the Vajrayana Path. Through years of meditation, I can discipline my body's response to many things: pain, pleasure, deprivation. To release my seed would be a loss of Karma."

"Karma? I heard o' that," a voice came from across the room, "you lost all that when ya got here."

"Shut up, Charlie," Brendan barked. "So you can control your body's response to stimuli? Wow, I'd love to be able ta do that."

"It is possible for anyone, but I fear this is a bad place to begin. How did you come to be in this place?"

Brendan scratched his face. "We're all stranded, castaways on tha shore of tha Universe. My ship lost its guidance system an' I flew in all the way here before settin' down hard. Lotsa folks show up here."

"Any women?"

"They disappear. Larry makes them go away. Dunna know where or why."

The Tibetan toyed with a simulated carrot. "Replicated food is less than ideal. It can only draw on the nutrients in local matter, and if some are lacking, then malnutrition sets in."

"Yeah, that's right. These guys are weak, gettin' weaker by tha day, you will too. We get shielded from radiation that'd fry us in a week, and starve in six months. What a life."

"A life that deteriorates slowly enough so motivation to leave is suppressed."

"There's no way out, Lob. No way."

"Why are you and Larry still here?"

"Larry gets supplements, shares them with me. By tha way, when he gits back, you're gonna have to detach yourself from a lot of pain. He's gonna be mad ya didn't cum for the Medusa. You're probably the prime dish today, and ya didn't deliver."

"Fear not, I can take care of myself with Larry or anyone."

**************

The silver night flowed on. Xnaphor and Rleia sat in their porgor bath and drew nourishment through their many receptors, long tendrils that trailed through the fluid, intertwining and caressing. A strange song teased the edges of their sound-senses: Calibant the Gimmel was questing far afield for prigna seeds, but their partner's progress was marred by a strange melody.

"Did you take the Fliescher's Nectar again today?" Rleia asked.

"No, of course not," Xnaphor replied irritably. "Only a fool would do that."

"Your tendrils are gummy, and slick with it," Rleia retorted. "It lingers long and never goes away entirely ."

"So? What if I did?"

Rleia wound several limbs around Xnaphor's so the Alpeh could not get away. "I marvel at how it has changed you, Xnaphor. You have trouble focusing on your work, and in the Glare time you are muddled until you have a chance to visit the ryuky bin."

"I do not have to stay here and feel this message."

"You will feel this and more. It's bad enough that two third of the alpehs of our planet are lost in this habit. Every eight Glare times, you gather at the ryuky bins at Aphelion- time and feast until your receptors spasm, making you useless until the next Glare dawning. Btets from all over the planet tickle my cilla with complaints that the spawnlings are weak and uselessly mutated." A harsh, angular melody crossed their sound senses again, a little closer: wild, uncomprehending, lost. "The nectar is so sticky, it clogs my receptors and makes my nervous gills thrum with anxiety to feel it. The Gimmels are the most wounded. Their songs are no longer sweet; they fly at random and refuse to take the pollens to replenish the Swarm."




Escaping a Gilded Cage



"This is not due to the Fliescher's Nectar. There have been many strange wave lengths in the Silver Sky spectrum: They could account for the changes."

"So you wish. Share the data with me."

"How dare you! You are a Btet; you have no part in deciding for the Swarm. You will accept how I touch you and not complain. The Gimmels will recover soon, and things will return to normal."

"Do we got to savor the Fliescher's Nectar?"

"What sacrilege! How dare you? Is it not enough that I share the feelings with you and the Gimmel?"

Wailing from the distance. "I'm not sure the Gimmels are doing well with this sharing."

"You exaggerate."

A long, still pause isolated them. It was well past Silver Sky time when Rleia touched another message to her prima-partner. "Why did you not drop your pollen at Glare-dusk?"

"I did."

"When? Where? I felt nothing in the Mating Glade as we passed here."

"Did it earlier. Must have blow away."

Rleia sunk below the surface of the porgor bath. Her tendrils quivered incoherently. Xnaphor grew rigid, barely absorbing nourishment, his feeding array exhausted.

***********

"Tell me about the Medusa. Why are they called that?"

"It's obvious: they're real ugly. Every guy who's got a glance at them has major league freaked, and refused to enter the Table. Last year we had a guy who screamed himself to sleep after getting a glance at them."

"What happened to him?"

"Larry beat'im to death."

"Oh. Larry is building up much negative Karma."

Brendan scratched his face again. "You keep talkin' about Karma. It doesn't seem to do much good."

"All our actions bear consequences. Staying here is a great Karmic burden, lost in sensations that bind one to suffering. You fail to grow, to progress."

The scruffy man chuckled. "All right, but we're stuck here and we can't get out. Musta done somethin' bad to get here, I guess."

"It does not matter. We must do the best we can."

A door opened noisily. "All right, where's the jackass who didn't do his duty today?"

Brendan slunk away. Lobsang stood up from his bunk, hands to his side. "I am the one you speak of."

Larry stomped over and glared at the shorter man. "Who the hell do you think you are? I told you: I'm in charge and I make the rules. You enjoy getting your rod polished three times a week, live this cushy life and don't make trouble. You hear?"

"I cannot live with that."

"It's that or you don't live, if you get my drift."

"I get your drift. It is unacceptable."

Larry stamped his feet and turned in several quick circles. "Let me make this clear to you, as if I didn't last night. I make the rules here. You break the rules, you defy the rules, you suffer."

"You are a willing jailer. You stay in this place, existing in a gilded cage, building your negative Karma, a cultivator of decay."

"Shut up, damn you."

"No, I will not be silent. Submitting to injustice is not right. It is a perpetuation of suffering."

"Then I will perpetuate some suffering myself!" Larry strode forward, a maniacal rictus frozen on his face. The other men in the room turned to watch, having seen Larry visit his brand of justice before and eager to see a rare drama played out in front of them.

But Lobsang did not cower. He stood calmly as Larry approached, and blocked the first roundhouse punch easily with lightning speed. Larry threw punch after punch, trying to beat the Tibetan into submission, but the smaller man dodged and blocked every blow with ease. The big man backed off and readied for a counter attack; none came. Lobsang stood peacefully, his eyes wide open, breathing slowly and deeply, ready for anything.

Larry screamed in frustration. The other men shifted uncomfortably, aware of the meaning of this confrontation. The bully rushed forward, trying to grapple and overwhelm the rebel. Lobsang dipped easily and flipped his adversary, avoiding the bearhug and turning as his adversary hit the wall. The big man lay there for a moment, recovering his senses.

"This is useless, Larry," Lobsang said calmly. "Be reasonable, give up. Your efforts are futile. Accept change and learn."

"Never," he screamed and rushed again. Again the younger man dipped, stepped easily aside and flipped his opponent over.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill," the others in the room began to chant, led by Brendan. They were pounding the walls, the cots and the floor, shouting. Lobsang stood placidly toward the center of the room next to the main table, his arms crossed. "Why don't ya kill'im?" a voice cried.

"It would not be right," the monk replied. 

Larry touched his brow and found a red stream leaking from his eyebrow. Reclining, he was at peace for a moment, but the monster revived and he got up to make another rush. The monk was unaffected, waiting patiently, which infuriated the big man more. Like an enraged bull, he got up and gathered himself for another offensive. 

Once again, the smaller man managed to move enough to flip the maniac over his shoulder, but due to the table behind him and the specific physics of the big man's trajectory, he spun over the table as he flew, coming down on his shoulder blade with a sickening crunch. The room erupted in celebratory bedlam.

A high, keening sound overrode the shouting men, who immediately dove into their cots with their heads under their pillows. "What's going on?" Lobsang asked.

Brendan poked his head out. "The Medusas're coming. Hide your eyes, hide your eyes or lose your mind forever." He ducked back out of side, shaking with fear.

A few moments later, the door opened, and several beings entered the room. Their locomotion resembled tumbleweeds, rolling quickly into the room and up to the supine man. The Medusa's colors were harshly bright reds, yellows, blues and greens, and their tendrils writhed in complex, electric patterns. Larry was sobbing quietly, but nothing was moving other than his face. 

Lobsang watched their ministrations placidly, and shortly a self propelled stretcher arrived in the room. The Tibetan was amazed at the thoughts he could read from the natives. The fluctuations of their tendrils were communication, but his senses were tuned finely enough that their surface thoughts were perceptible. Their mental powers were great: Larry floated up and over gently to rest on the stretcher.

Who are you? Came a thought.

A stranger. A passer by. How goes the big man.

Hlari is damaged. Did you damage him?

He damaged himself. The others will attest this. Can you tell how damaged?

His main stem is broken just above the juncture of the upper branches. He will need special care. We will take him; we have the means to care for him.

I will not hinder you.

You will take his place. You can communicate with us better than he can. You are a more intelligent being.

We shall see.

There were different voices in the group that entered the room, and Lobsang focused on one briefly before they left. The Medusas tumbled out of the room, and the door closed. 

*******************

"Will Hlari live?"

"Yes. With the equipment he brought with him, we can sustain him indefinitely. We also have a two year supply of the necessary 'thrugs' he needs to stay alive."

Rleia drooped. "Why not put him out of his misery? He is broken and will be difficult to maintain. Is his nectar that sweet?"

A long pause. Xnaphor continued his feverish work, and Larry moaned. The Medusan looked at the computer readout, and was satisfied. "It will not be beyond my capabilities. I will take personal responsibility for Hlari, from now on. You may take over dealing with the others."

"Excellent. I will talk with Hlohbzang in the morning to set up the new relationship."

"As you wish, my Alpeh."

*******************

Lobsang walked in the silver night alone. The vegetation was a strange shade of green that glowed in the diffuse light from the planet's night. There were huge dots of light in a faint white gleam that almost overcame the darkness. He regarded the scene with interest as he strolled, confident that his exposure to the outdoors would not harm him unless he spent a week unprotected.

A Medusa rolled up, one of the attendants to the ruler. Its tendrils rustled excitedly, and its thoughts were strong and energetic as they crossed his mind.

You came to see me.

Yes. I need your help.

You want to leave.

Yes.

I want you to leave. I want all your kind to leave our world and return to your homes. The Fliescher have been a curse to our kind. We will diminish and die if you stay. But we will not kill you to preserve ourselves, we are better than you. I will show you the way home.

Tell me the way.

There is a small ship, capable of interstellar flight. It is shielded against the hraidiazion and will reach your garden. We will not resist when your Alpehs come to fetch your Btets.

I can leave now.

No. It will be Glaretime before it is my turn to guard the ship. And I must exact the price.

You did not say anything about a price earlier.

But there must be one.

And it is.

I must taste the nectar once. I must feel for myself the intoxication that has warped my mate.

Lobsang pondered this for several long moments.  This is a great price. Much Karma will be lost.

If you do not wish to pay the price, you will stay. I shall find other means to uproot this curse. 

The death of all humans on this planet?

What else will do?

The fronds of the vegetation swayed in the breeze. The Medusa was unnaturally still as it awaited the answer.

**************

"Why d'ya have ta go?" Brendan asked Lobsang as he prepared to leave.

"It is the only way to preserve our Karma and that of the Medusa race."

"We're safe here. We got Larry's vitamins now, we won't die of malnutrition. I'm a pilot; I can take over the trade."

"Which is dishonest, and will bring shame on all of you. I cannot permit that." A chorus of weak groans objected to the Tibetan's plan.

Brendan shook his head. "We can't stop you," he said flatly. "I'm the most fit here, but since Larry couldn't force you, I sure can't. What's the price?"

"I must give one of them some of my nectar."

"Ah, they're got a traitor. I thought they were completely inhuman."

"No, this one is not an Alpeh, the first caste. This is a Btet, the second gender, who tends the garden and facilitates the next generation."

"The wives."

"Not quite. There is a third gender, the Gimmels, who combine the pollen of the Alpehs and the Btets with a special enzyme to germinate sprouts, which they call 'Spawnlings'. The Nectar of the Fliescher, as they call it, impedes this process as well as making the Alpehs addicted and less efficient in their other work."

Brendan scratched his face. "Like they're alkies."

"A crude way to put it, but accurate."

"And the missus wants a bite of the apple before she gets kicked out of Eden. Sure you're up to snuff, big boy? You could resist when none o'us could."

"I can focus my concentration to intensify the experience as well as detach myself from it. It will be sufficient."

Brendan stuck out his hand. "You're a strange dude, Lobsang." The Tibetan nodded and left without a word.

**************

Larry came to lying flat on his back. A harsh light was above him, and two Medusae were bending over him. He tried to move, unsuccessfully. "Shit, that was some landing," he murmured.

"Yes," chimed the vocalizer, "you came down very hard. How do you feel?"

"Not bad, not bad, but I can't move my arms or legs."

"It is as we expected," came the mechanical reply. "You have a broken stem that will impede your limbs."

"You mean I'm paralyzed?" came the anguished reply. Larry's face contorted.

"Yes, that is what your library computer indicated."

His eyes began to dart around. Xnaphor rested at his bedside, with his friend Tshmiliak. "Do not worry, Hlari, we will take care of you. We have the data and we have the means, thanks to your preparations."

He gritted his teeth. "I want to go home," he wailed. "They can regenerate my spinal cord and I can walk and have a normal life again. I'll come back. It'll be business as usual."

"We cannot risk that, Hlari. It is risky enough that your contacts outside the Nebula know of our existence; if someone should hear you speak while 'sedated', we are vulnerable."

"What do ya mean?"

"We have all the equipment and drugs to sustain your life. Your Nectar limb is still capable of producing. That is all we care about."

"But the stranger called Lobsang might escape and betray everything."

Xnaphor leaned close and the vocalizer took a harsh tone. "We will give them the other humans, and tell them you are dead. They will leave us alone, but we will be able to sustain you for a long time."

"But not forever!" he wailed.

"Nothing is forever, Hlari," Xnaphor said, "and I will savor your precious nectar as long as you can produce it."

Larry started screaming and screaming. The Medusans had no ability to hear sound waves, or see his face, so his efforts were in vain.

**************

It was in the bright light of day when Lobsang met Rleia near the shelter that housed his hope of departure. The greens took on an odd hue in the glare, tossing gently in the breeze. The Medusa's appearance was more garish, but Lobsang's discipline served him well in controlling his revulsion. Rleia swayed and twitched nervously in anticipation.

 

I take the monitor position soon. Are you ready to pay the price?

Yes. How is this done?

First, you must disrobe. There is a hilika plant that Larry used to sit upon daily when he met Xnaphor. Sitting on the plant, you will lean back and relax: I will do the rest 

Your knowledge from Xnaphor's mind will guide you?

Yes. None of my tendrils or branches can harm you. I long to feel your nectar on my own fronds, rather than the echo of Xnaphor's feeling.

Let us begin. 

Lobsang's body was long and lean, but not emaciated. His proportions were average in every way. Rleia was tentative and clumsy as she initiated contact, but as the first drops of dew touched her, she relaxed and focused more. Once again, it felt like soft grass fronds were stroking his skin, and Lobsang willed his muscles to relax as the wild colored being started covering his pelvis. The morass of writhing tendrils grew thicker and encompassed more skin, massaging the lubricating fluids efficiently, intensifying his arousal. He was not a virgin when he entered the Sangha, but he was amazed that the soft, tight grip covered his entire penis and testicles, massaging a myriad fantastic directions at once. 

A tingling in his groin and an electricity in his lower Chakras indicated his culmination was near. He focused his awareness toward his lower extremities, diving deep into the sensations as the pressure began to build. Rleia caught the reflected sensation from his awareness psychically, and accelerated the movements eagerly in anticipation of reward.

The orgasm made him buckle and writhe, and he rode the wave to experience the sensation as fully as possible, since it would be the last time in his life. The Medusan quaked wildly as well, the Nectar being spread throughout its receptors to deepen the sensation. Neither were broadcasting coherent thoughts, living in the moment as long as possible.

Lobsang recovered and gently rolled Rleia off him. The native spun uncontrollably, then came to rest.

I hope this is what you wanted.

There as no reply. After restoring his clothes, he walked the path and found the portal to the shelter open, the ship a standard model. Larry had stashed it as an escape vessel, should he need one. It took Lobsang five minutes to familiarize himself with the controls, then he silently lifted off and ascended into the bright white sky.



Escaping Cybele



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Copyright Oggbashan April 2014

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. 

This story is not eligible to win the 2014 Earth Day Story Contest because I am a recent winner of a themed contest.

Votes and comments would still be appreciated. 

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I couldn't own and run my company without being sometimes not very nice and occasionally nasty. I try to make the nasty part only an act but managing a business isn't always pleasant. 

I first met Eleyna about four years ago. She was taken on as an employee in one of my food factories as a production line worker. On my regular walks round that factory I noticed her. She was impossible to miss. The most obvious sign was her headscarf. She always wore one, in different ways each day, not totally covering her hair but enhancing it.

Eleyna is tall and blonde with a slight build. She isn't beautiful but she has the sort of looks that make a man look twice and then a third time before starting to wonder why he is looking so much at this woman who isn't beautiful.

I had been thinking about Eleyna far more often than is good for an employer. Finally, on one of my visits I stopped beside her workstation and spoke to her. I don't remember what I said first, probably something about how did she like the job. Her reply was in clear educated English. That made me ask the second question.

"Why are you working in this job?"

Eleyna's reply was that it was the only job she could get. That made me think hard. If that was true, and if she was well educated as she sounded, she must be an illegal immigrant. That would mean real trouble for me and for her. I couldn't afford to employ illegals. I had too many employees to be certain that one or two weren't on forged papers but my personnel department checked as best they could. 

The immigration department left my company alone because we tried to comply with the law. If they found one or two of our hundreds of employees were illegals then apart from removing them to a detention centre their department wouldn't prosecute us. They could. They didn't if it was just one or two and we could show that we had done our best to prevent illegals getting jobs with us. The system is stupid. If illegals could register to work legally while their applications were processed then they wouldn't be such a strain on our welfare system. Their employers could help sort the genuine willing future citizens from the workshy and criminal.

But now I had a problem. I suspected Eleyna was an illegal. If I wanted to retain my relative immunity from the Immigration Department then I had to do something to make certain about Eleyna's status. I beckoned to Eleyna's forewoman who was standing at the edge of the group of managers around me.

I took the forewoman away from the group.

"Please tell her, what's her name," I pointed discreetly to Eleyna, "to report to the Personnel Department at two o'clock. Ring Personnel, tell them that I have asked her to come and get an interview room ready for me at one forty-five with her personnel file. Understood?"

The forewoman was obviously frightened of me. She was perspiring despite the chill on the factory floor.

"Yes, Mr Andrews. I will tell Eleyna to be at Personnel at two o'clock." 

She struggled with her fear of me.

"Is anything wrong, sir? Eleyna is a good worker. I wish we had more like her."

That sounded good for the forewoman. Despite her fear of me, she had stood up for her worker.

"What's your name?" I barked at her. 

"Mary Jones, Sir."

That was a prompt and certain response. Mary Jones wasn't afraid of me for herself but for Eleyna.

"Thank you, Mary. I'm not sure whether anything is wrong or not. I'd like to see you too in the Personnel Department. At three o'clock. OK?"

"Yes, Sir."

I dismissed Mrs Jones. I had noticed the wedding ring on her finger. I beckoned to the factory production manager.

"Alan," I said. "I am pulling that girl off the line just before two and her forewoman at three. Make sure the line is covered."

"Yes, Mr Andrews. Will do."

He wanted to ask why. I let him sweat.

When I had finished lunch in the factory canteen, eating the same food in the same conditions as any of the employees, I dismissed my entourage and went to the Personnel Department. They had the small conference room ready for me and Eleyna's personnel file. I read it and found what I didn't really want to find. Her official first name wasn't Eleyna but Cybele, the Earth Goddess. Some of her paperwork was forged. They were good forgeries but I had seen too many, more than the Personnel people at this one factory.

I stood up when Eleyna was shown in. The conference room had double-glazing to half of the walls. The staff in the Personnel Department could see us but not hear what we said. There was a recording facility for audio and video. I hadn't switched it on. I asked Eleyna to sit down. She sat, crossing her wrists in her lap.

"Miss Eleyna," I said. Actually I didn't. I used her surname. I won't record it here. Eleyna has relations back home who might object if their name was shown. It was a complicated surname for an Englishman to pronounce. I got it right first time. I could see that Eleyna was surprised.

"We have a problem." I continued.

"We?" she asked.

"Yes. We. I have a problem because I have looked at the documents in your personnel file. It doesn't help that they refer to you as Cybele, not Eleyna. Why is that?"

Eleyna sighed.

"Yes. My real name, or the name my parents gave me, is Cybele. But that has awkward associations in my country, and even among my community here. Cybele is an Earth Goddess. What that means is that I was dedicated to Cybele, and in my country I would be expected to behave like a priestess of Cybele. I didn't want that."

"Why not, Eleyna?"

She spat out the answer:

"Because Cybele's priestesses are expected to prostitute themselves at her Temple every Earth Day. They must be available to any man who gives a large enough donation to the Temple."

"Why on earth did your parents...?"

"Because we had suffered two years of poor crops on the family farm when I was born. They thought that dedicating me to Cybele would help. What really helped was one of my mother's brothers. He told my father that he was mismanaging the farm. He was. He was a drunk and did the farm work badly. My uncle threatened to beat my father up if he didn't become a good provider. And he would have. It wasn't Cybele's intervention that made the farm productive. It was my uncle's threats."

"But you still had the name?"

"When I was old enough to understand its significance I tried to insist that I was Eleyna, not Cybele, but the village wouldn't let me. When I was nearly eighteen years old, and eligible to be a Priestess of Cybele I ran away from home. My uncle and his wife looked after me in the city while I studied. Eventually they helped me to come to England."

"I can sympathise with your predicament, Eleyna, but we still have a problem. Some of the paperwork is not genuine."

Eleyna looked shocked.

"How can you say that?"

"I'm sorry. I have seen too many similar documents. Your immigration papers are good forgeries but forgeries they are. That is the problem."

"Mr Andrews, I can see that would be a problem for me if it were true. Why did you say that we have a problem?"

"It is true. Your papers are forged. The only way I can prove that is to call in the Immigration Department. I don't want to."

Eleyna looked at me as if I was a slug that had crawled out from under a stone. Her voice showed her contempt.

"And what do I have to do to stop you? Become a Priestess?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" She still sounded disgusted.

"I am not going to call the Immigration Department because I think we can sort out your paperwork between us."

Her face showed what she expected. I held up my hand.

"Not how you think. I am not going to ask you to sell yourself, nor to become Cybele again. I am a widower and happy with my life as it is."

That was true. I was happy with MY life as it was then.

"Then what do I have to do?" She was unconvinced.

"I said nothing and nothing is what I meant. Certainly nothing like that. I can't continue to employ you as a factory hand. That would be dangerous for both of us if the Immigration Department found out. However there are other ways that you can stay in this country and earn money -- legally. Would you listen while I explain, please?"

"You are the manager. My job is at stake. Of course I have to listen."

"You made three mistakes in those three statements. Firstly, I am NOT the manager. I own the business. This factory and the others are mine. Secondly, your job is not at stake. You have lost it because you are an illegal immigrant on forged papers. Thirdly, you should listen because we can help each other. You do not HAVE to listen. I can arrange for you to be paid and you can walk out of this factory at the end of this shift. I would do nothing to report you to Immigration."

"OK, Mr Andrews, you have convinced me that I should listen. As long as I am being paid to be here I can listen to the owner..." Eleyna hissed 'owner' as if it was a swearword, "...of this factory."

"Would you like a cup of tea? Or coffee?" I asked politely.

"Coffee, please."

I rapped on the window behind my head, held up my hand and made a C with my fingers followed by thumb and forefinger for two. Someone close to the window nodded and rushed off. The coffee arrived a minute later.

"You are aware of student visas?" I asked.

"Yes. What good would one be to me? I need to earn money to support myself not pay out money to be a student."

"Maybe. But some student visas allow the student to work and earn for up to twenty hours a week. Did you know that?"

"No, Mr Andrews. It still doesn't help. I can't earn enough in twenty hours a week in your..." She spat out 'your' "...factory to keep myself."

"Probably not. You are employed as an unskilled worker. What are your real qualifications? Assuming of course that you are not who your papers say you are."

"If I say, what will happen?"

"Nothing bad. Humour me. If Eleyna is not who her papers say she is, what qualifications might she have?"

"Assuming that, Eleyna might admit that she has a Ph.D."

"In what?"

"European History."

"I suspect something like that. What languages do you speak apart from English?"

"My own, and I am fluent in German and French. I can speak some Italian and Greek but not fluently."

"OK. This is what I think Eleyna could do if she has the Ph.D. and can prove it."

Eleyna nodded.

"I need a tutor for my son Darren. He is fifteen and will be taking his GCSEs next summer, in eight months time. He is a good lad but has two faults. He is lazy and he has a poor opinion of women. His mother was too indulgent and when she died two years ago he felt betrayed. He doesn't listen to women. That is unfortunate because most of his teachers are women. I want you to do two things, if you agree to become his tutor. First, coach him so that he gets good grades in his GCSEs, particularly in English. Secondly, change his attitude to women and to women teachers. Do you think you could do that?"

"How did your wife die?"

"She crashed her car on an icy road. She was driving too fast. She didn't understand that all the safety devices on a car are no use on black ice. I had tried to tell her the limits of cars. So had Darren. Neither of us would get in a car she was driving."

"Poor woman."

"Maybe. But she is dead. Darren isn't. Would you consider being his tutor?"

"Is that all I'd be?"

"That and a student. I could get you admitted to our local college as a student teacher. Once you have the teaching qualification you could become legal and work as a teacher. You would be earning more money than you are now, and not have to fear the Immigration Department."

"Are you sure there are no other duties?"

"None."

"Where would I live?"

"Either where you are now, or, if you want there is a flat above the garage. It is totally self-contained and would be rent free while you are a tutor."

"I'm not sure about that flat. I'd owe too much to you."

"If you can get Darren an A in English I'd be repaid in full."

Eleyna accepted.

Later that afternoon I saw Mary Jones, Eleyna's forewoman. I explained that Eleyna was an illegal immigrant on forged papers and that Eleyna would have to be discharged.

"Can't you do anything for her, Mr Andrews?" Mrs Jones asked. "She is one of our best workers and her output shames the others into working harder. It's just not fair."

I agreed that it wasn't fair but I couldn't break the law. I had to explain to Mrs Jones what I had planned for Eleyna. Mrs Jones couldn't have given me a fiercer grilling if she had been Eleyna's mother and I was an unsuitable suitor. Eventually Mrs Jones was satisfied. She was even more satisfied a month later when I made her a junior manager.

Eleyna was discharged from the factory and I arranged a student visa. Between us we also managed to change her name officially. She was no longer Cybele but really Eleyna. She enrolled in the college and started tutoring Darren. He and I had angry words about it for the first few weeks. Eleyna brought him round. By the time he passed his English with an A* he thought she was wonderful. He would do things for her he'd never do for me.

I treated her as an employee. She did what I told her to do. I ordered her around and I took advantage of her in many ways but never as a woman. Sometimes I'd give her presents if she had done something special such as accompanying me to Darren's parents' evening. She told me that what she really liked was silk scarves, real silk ones by famous names. I bought her two or three in those first eight months. Even inside the house she wore scarves, sometimes on her head, sometimes around her neck or flung across her shoulders.

Eleyna was enjoying being a student. She moved into the flat above the garage within two months. It took her the first academic year to complete a foundation course. After that, correspondence with her country's university established that her degree, masters and Ph.D. were valid in the United Kingdom when combined with a UK teaching certificate. 

The next year Eleyna started on the teaching certificate and Darren started his A levels including English tutored by Eleyna. When she qualified she had to do a year's teaching as a probationer. Her status had been changed from student to legal immigrant. If she wanted to, she could become a British Citizen. She continued to help Darren but less intensively. He had rediscovered his application to work and used her for guidance and advice only. I, however, had come to depend on Eleyna more and more as a confidential secretary. She was running my business life under my direction.

Darren passed his A levels and went off to university. Eleyna successfully completed her probationary year and received her teacher qualification. She took a part-time post because she was working part-time for me. The work for me paid better than teaching. She was an essential part of my life, so essential that I couldn't face losing her to another employer. I was working from home more frequently and spending a large part of my week with Eleyna.

I still treated Eleyna as an employee, a favoured employee, but still one of my staff. I issued orders and expected her to obey them without question. She did.

When Darren reported that his university tutor had suggested he swap to an honours course I had been delighted. I also knew how much of his achievement he and I owed to Eleyna. She had taught him how to express himself grammatically and precisely. Those skills she had learned when studying English as a foreign language. Her knowledge of the structure of English was better than many native English teachers who had been through our flawed educational system. Her knowledge and love of the classics of English literature had inspired Darren and revived my interest as well.

I determined that both of us should celebrate Darren's achievement. After issuing a string of instructions to her about company matters I asked:

"Eleyna, would you come out for a meal at a restaurant tonight? To celebrate what Darren has told us?"

She stopped what she was doing and studied my face.

"Mr Andrews, is that an invitation to me as an employee?" She asked.

"No," I said. "As a friend who has helped my son."

"In that case I accept. I presume you want me to book the restaurant?"

"Yes please. Somewhere you would like to go. We'll leave at 7.30. You book the restaurant for an appropriate time depending on the distance I have to drive."

"Could we walk?" She asked.

"I suppose so. Why?"

"Then you could drink wine with the meal."

"So I could. Or we could take a taxi each way. Up to you. I'll walk or we can take a taxi."

"And I arrange it all?"

"Yes please Eleyna."

"OK. Will you wear your dress suit, please?"

"Yes, Eleyna."

At seven thirty I walked out of the front door. Eleyna was standing under the portico dressed in a sweeping black gown, her hair piled up on her head and a wrap around her shoulders. For once she wasn't wearing a scarf. I took her hand and kissed it just as the car arrived. It wasn't a taxi. It was a Bentley from a local limousine hire company. I opened the door for Eleyna and settled her in before going round to the other side and climbing in. Eleyna nodded at the driver and we started off.

The journey took about twenty minutes to a country hotel I hadn't visited before. The Bentley delivered us to the entrance. A flunkey opened the door for Eleyna. I made my own way around to join her. She took my arm as we entered the foyer. The Maitre d' greeted us.

"Table for Mr Andrews?" he asked. 

Eleyna nodded. We followed the Maitre d' past the main restaurant and through a pair of glass doors. The room was lined with cubicles with head height partitions. Each had a pair of swing doors. He ushered us into one cubicle. He pulled out the chair for Eleyna, relieving her of her wrap. When she was seated, I sat down.

"Thank you," Eleyna said to the Maitre d'. "You have your instructions?" 

"Yes, Madame. Everything is arranged."

I caught a hint of a curious look at me. I relaxed, prepared to let Eleyna enjoy her little surprise for me.

The wine waiter brought two glasses of fino sherry. He offered a wine bottle to Eleyna. She nodded approval. He uncorked it and left it to breathe.

The meal was magnificent. The waiting staff came and went unobtrusively. The food was well presented and obviously freshly cooked from fresh ingredients. The wine, I didn't see the labels, complimented the meal. I drank more than I had done for some time.

Eleyna talked to me about her country and asked questions about my childhood and early adulthood. We exchanged information that neither had told each other before.

I found the situation intriguing. I had handed Eleyna a carte blanche. She had produced a wonderful experience for me. Was part of the enjoyment that I had handed the organisation and control to someone else? I didn't know. Even my wife had never dared to assume that I would agree to as much as Eleyna had this evening.

After the meal we sat in our comfortable chairs with liqueurs. Eleyna hadn't offered me a choice. I was presented with a liqueur and she seemed to have assumed, like the rest of the meal, that I would accept everything I was given. I had.




Escaping From the Vampires



What happened to your family, Lucius?

Conversations With A Mage Series - Erotic Horror

CONVERSATIONS WITH A MAGE parallels the CARTER BROTHERS series. Pat DeVallera has retired from the New Orleans Police Department and convinced Lucius Carter and Lucius' wife Astrid to tell him the truth about the magic and supernatural events that surrounded the Carters in the Twentieth Century.

WARNING: THIS EPISODE DESCRIBES ADULTRY, INCEST AND VERY VIOLENT EVENTS. Some magic is not pretty and vampires are not polite enemies.

CHAPTER 4 What Happened To Your Family, Lucius?

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Pat wanted to get the stories in some kind of logical order, but the crossing family lines and back stories were making that more difficult. The next thing he decided to ask was 

"What happened to your family, Lucius? Since 'Moon is an Aberdeen I assume her mother..."

"Her mother was my daughter, and her father, John Aberdeen Junior, didn't know that he was my son" the mage replied.

"You... dog!" Pat snapped. "You set that up?"

"No" Lucius tried to speak softly to quell Pat's rage. "I did the best I could once my brothers became vampires."

"What the hell does THAT have to do with... with breeding your own children like a bunch of animals?"

"I didn't 'breed' them. They never knew the truth, at least as far as I know. Most of the thanks, or blame, for that goes to Bly."

"Bly?"

"Bloodmoon Aberdeen, John Senior's wife, a full blooded Lakota Sioux, the daughter of Ruth Big Knife. When she suspected that John couldn't have children she cast the bones with her mother and determined her future lay with another man's seed. Lakota magic is different from ours, mine or Astrid's, so I'm not sure exactly how they determined it, but they decided that I should... uh... HELP Bly give John a son.

"Were you married at the time?" Pat asked.

"Yes. To a precious girl named Yasmine. Mind you, I didn't love Yasmine the same way I loved Elizabeth, but I DID love her, and she loved me, not my family's money. That's more than can be said for a lot of women I knew in my younger days, especially after Liz became a nun." 

He paused, drew a deep breath and continued "Sorry, I digress. The trouble started when my brothers, Aaron and Phinneas went off to Europe. They came back... vampires."

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Lucius clutched the bloody bundle to his bare chest as he ran to the plantation house. The infant began to cry again, but there was nothing he could do about it until... Until what? He was defeated. THEY had won. In spite of his power, his knowledge. In spite of his alliances with Ruth, Elizabeth and Scion, THEY had won. In less than an hour he and his daughter would probably be dead.

His legs were giving out as he bent forward to make it up the stairs. He stole a glance at the sun: He had perhaps thirty minutes, maybe forty, before THEY left their graves, where ever those graves were. How long would it take them to get here? Since he had been fooled into inviting them into the house it would offer no protection. His only way out was through the mirror, if he could open the portal.

He slammed the door shut and threw the lock into place. Placing the child on the ancient bed, he began closing the windows, hoping to buy time against the attack he knew was coming. As he put his hand on the east window he heard someone shout his name: "Lucius!" and another, a feminine voice echoed "Lucius!" 

John and Bloodmoon "Bly" Aberdeen came running through the pecan orchard, Bly's white dress billowing behind her as they sprinted. "Let us in, Lu!" John shouted. "We want to help you!" Lucius ran to the door he had just locked and opened it as his friends ran up the steps. Bly never even looked at Lucius as she made a bee-line for the crying baby wrapped in Lucius' shirt. She scooped the child up and tried to comfort her.

John didn't stop to catch his breath before asking "You did it?"

Lucius sat heavily on the bed, put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he said "YES! I found my dying, pregnant wife; what was left of her after my brothers finished with her. She died in my arms! Her last words were 'Cut me!' So I cut her belly open and PULLED MY DAUGHTER OUT! Then I reached back into Yasmine's body and pulled out her heart and then cut off her head so she can never be a vampire! Damn them! Damn them to hell!" He gave in to his crying in huge sobs. John sat next to him and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. 

Lucius cried over Yasmine for several minutes while Bloodmoon sort of danced with the infant in her vain effort to comfort the newborn. Then as he composed himself he suddenly realized that his friends were risking their lives for him and new fear arrived: What about their child?

"Where is John Junior? Is he safe?"

"He's safe with his grandmother, Lu," said John "But you can't beat your brothers. Are you going to...?"

"Go through the mirror?" Lu snapped. "You got a better idea?"

"You can't take the baby through the mirror!" said Bly. "She won't survive. Leave her with us. Ruth will cast her protection over her like she did Junior!"

Lu's eyes met Bly's and without a word she confirmed what he hoped: She would keep their secret as long as she lived, even from John Junior. John Aberdeen Senior would never know that Lucius Carter was the father of the Aberdeen's only child. 

"Her name is Hannah. Raise her well" Lucius said.

Bly placed the baby back on the bed, still crying. "Both of you, get your clothes off!" she ordered and began to unbutton her own clothes.

"What?" said John.

"He needs 'life-magic' to push him through the portal. The only way to do that..." she paused only in her speech as she pulled the dress open, " is to have sex. Get your clothes off, John! Hurry!"

Lucius and John looked at each other then obeyed. Since Lucius had taken off his shirt to wrap Hannah, he finished before John. As Bly kicked off her tap-pants panties she stepped toward her husband and with hands on his shoulders directed him to his knees, his back to the chival mirror. She knelt in front of him.

"John, take me as fast as you can. Lu, as soon as you feel the magic open the portal, go through it!" She began chanting "Ka na ma! Ka na ma! Ka na ma!"

John wrapped his arms around his wife, willing his penis erect as best he could. God, bless them, Lucius though; she's got the easy part and he's doing his best! John and Bly pressed themselves against each other, faces on each others' necks, hands on each others' backs and waists. Somewhere in the effort the magic worked. Lucius felt the other universe touch his bare skin and took a second to kiss his crying daughter, for the first and only time in his life. The portal opened and he stepped into the mirror.

Bly didn't wait for John to satisfy himself. As soon as Lucius was gone she pushed her husband away and jumped to her feet. 

"I love you, John, but the sun is almost gone" she said, picking up Hannah. "Grab the clothes and run. We have to get back to Mamma before the vampires get here! They'll follow the scent of blood." Clutching the crying child to her bare chest she ran out the door, down the steps and into the pecan orchard. 

For an instant John thought that had the situation not been so desperate he would have admired the sight of his naked wife, her hip and leg muscles propelling her so fast that her black hair streamed out behind her as she ran through the gathering dusk. But it was only for an instant: She was right. They were not safe.

Leaving their shoes and under garments where they had fallen, John scooped up his pants and his wife's white dress and sprinted after her, feeling twigs break under his bare feet but paying it no heed. He quickly closed the gap between them as they ran to their home, a place where Aaron and Phinneas Carter had never been invited: A place where Ruth Big Knife's Lakota magic could protect them. As John ran he was sure he heard the flapping of bat wings behind them. He didn't dare to look back.



Escaping the Darkness



As I parked my car in the driveway after getting home, I could see signs of someone still being up. The living room light was on and there was the occasional flicker from the television. Amy probably, she was the only one I could expect not to be in bed as late as it was.

I had fairly odd hours at the job I worked. I started my workday in the afternoon and didn't get home until after midnight most of the time. My days off were very rarely on the traditional weekend either, tending to be more in the middle of the week instead. This meant that, despite still living at home, I could go days without actually seeing my parents or sister. It made my social life pretty difficult as well. I liked the job though, and I didn't mind a little solitude. Maybe someday I'd make it onto a more 'normal' schedule, but I wasn't too concerned about it.

After getting inside the house and kicking off my shoes I peaked into the living room to confirm it was my eighteen year old little sister curled up on the couch. She looked asleep and I quietly turned away toward the kitchen, trying not to wake her.

"Mom left a plate of food in the fridge for you," Amy mumbled before I could even take a step.

Not asleep after all.

"Thanks," I called over my shoulder.

Mom was usually good about leaving me something to eat and I probably would have checked the fridge even if Amy hadn't said anything. I took a couple minutes to heat it up in the microwave and grab a drink, after which I returned to the living room.

"So what are we watching?" I asked.

I sat down on the couch beside my sister, taking advantage of the coffee table to set my food on. I didn't recognize whatever show, or movie, was on the tv, but from what little I'd seen the plot didn't look overly hard to follow.

"I dunno. There's this guy who killed some other guys. Now these two guys," she said as she pointed at the screen," are looking for the first guy. I think."

I smiled at her description of events and watched for a couple minutes as I ate. Amy was clearly tired but was trying not to show it now that I had joined her.

"You know you don't have to stay up and wait for me," I said.

"I know, but I hardly get to see you if I don't."

"Don't get me wrong I like having some time together, but I don't want you exhausting yourself for it."

"Oh I'm a little sleepy, that's all." Amy sat up straighter and stretched. "Just need something to wake me up."

I hadn't finished eating, but that was alright. I knew what my sister was up to and, despite my concern for her well-being, I had been looking forward to it.

Amy and I had a somewhat different relationship from what anyone else knew, a relationship modified by our time spent together in the middle of the night. As far as we allowed other people to see we were purely a brother and sister with all that entailed. But we had our secrets.

I watched as Amy stood and walked slowly past me to the light switch on the wall. She continued stretching as she moved, only for show now as she made sure to pull her shirt tight across her chest for my benefit. Soon the room was dark except for the faint light emanating from the tv. Sometimes she would leave it on to give us the small amount of visibility it provided, but only sometimes. She found the remote on her way back and with the press of a button all the light in the room was gone.

It wasn't completely dark or anything. There was still the moonlight from outside which was enough that we could make out some basic shapes, but that was about it. This was how Amy preferred it, and I didn't disagree. The darkness gave a sense of comfort, a protection from the prying eyes that existed only in our imaginations. We weren't hurting anybody but we had no illusions about what kind of reaction we'd get if anyone ever found out.

Amy knelt in front of me and I scooted forward a little on the couch. Her practiced fingers were in my pants and extracting my cock quickly and with hardly any difficulty despite the lack of light. She had done this enough times it was second nature.

"So did you jerk off last night?" she asked.

She hadn't stayed up last night, leaving me on my own. I didn't mind that much in some ways since I really did want her to get the rest she needed, but I still felt disappointed every time I came home and didn't find her waiting for me.

"Nah, it's not the same doing it on my own," I said. It was more or less the truth.

"You just like getting other people to do everything for you."

"I do when they're so good at it."

I could sense Amy's smile even if I couldn't see it. She wasn't hesitant about fishing for compliments and I didn't mind giving them. Besides, she really did do a good job and the last thing I wanted to do was discourage her.

My cock was coming alive in her hand even though she wasn't yet doing much more than just holding it. I sometimes wondered how I would find it if I could see more of my sister while we did this, if she took her shirt off or something. It probably would get me harder faster but it would almost certainly be at least a little weird at first. Plus it would mean pushing the unspoken lines that we both did our best to stay inside.

Despite the lack of visual stimulation I did gradually become fully hard as a result of my sister's touch and what I knew was to come. Amy probably was legitimately better than I was at getting me off at this point, all the nights of practice having paid off. Part of that was just the feeling of someone else's hand doing the work, not to mention a distinctly female hand. I couldn't manage anything that compared to that sensation.

I groaned softly as she started stroking me, her small, soft fingers caressing my sensitive skin. Truth be told she was pretty much the only one who got me off these days. I didn't have a girlfriend or anything and, as much as I joked or avoided really answering the question when it came up, I really didn't masturbate anymore. I preferred letting Amy do it. It was kind of fucked up, and I understood that, but it worked out okay and we both enjoyed ourselves so what the hell?

Something warm and wet touched the tip of my cock, Amy's tongue. It used to be she would use her hands and that was it. At some point that changed and she had started using her mouth as well. Things had remained roughly the same since then, though I knew if she ever tried anything new I would probably let her. That's how we'd gotten where we were now after all.

Amy's lips parted and wrapped around my erection, slowly engulfing it. Her hand still gripped the base, squeezing tighter now and beginning to move in rhythm with her mouth. Strands of her hair brushed me as her head bobbed in my lap and I wanted to brush them back for her. I kept my arms firmly at my sides though since I had to be very careful about touching her. I never knew if something I did might scare her off, even when I was fairly certain she would see it as harmless. There was no telling which straw might break the camel's back.

"Oh fuck Amy," I breathed.

I felt the back of her throat bumping against the head of my cock on every down stroke, it drove me crazy when she did that. Her tongue played over the bottom of my shaft and her fingers were always there to fill the gap when her head pulled back. She kept up constant but varied stimulation on me as she built me up to the point of orgasm.

"I'm cumming," I said, providing what warning I could.

My sister's lips retreated to seal off the very end of my cock while she continued pumping it with her hand. My cum shot into her waiting mouth and I could feel the slight movements as she swallowed it as fast as it came out. She told me that it was easier this way, that it didn't make a mess. I didn't really believe that was her reason but I wasn't about to call her on it.

Finally I was dry and Amy disengaged from me after a couple last strokes to make sure I was done. I got myself pulled together and covered up while she settled back in on the couch beside me, not quite close enough to be touching. There was a lamp on her end of the couch and she turned it on instead of going back to the switch for the main room light.

I could make out my sister's features again, all the familiar details that were lost in the dark. She looked pleased with herself as she often did afterward.

"Amazing as usual," I said before she could even ask. And I knew she would ask.

"Of course it was," she said as though it was a foregone conclusion. She still beamed at the compliment though.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, out of things to say. It felt good just being with her sometimes, just hanging out. It made me wonder how long we'd be able to get away with our relationship in its current form. We rarely talked about it period, let alone what the future held.

"So how are things?" I asked.

"What things?"

"You know, like how's school going, how's life, stuff like that."

"I dunno, same as usual I guess," she said with a shrug. "Why?"

"Because we don't talk about that stuff much, maybe I've missed something important that happened to you."

"Or maybe you want to ask me something specific and don't know how," Amy said with a calculating look.

"It really does me no good trying to be sneaky around you, does it?"

"Nope, I know you to well."

I shifted around in my seat uncomfortably.

"Alright, I guess I'm just wondering about relationships with, you know, other people."

"You mean am I seeing anyone?" she asked with a slight edge.

"I think you would have told me if you were," I said, which seemed to placate her a little. "But we never talked about what we're going to do when it happens."

"Maybe it won't happen."

"Look Amy, I don't really want to think about it either, but do you really want this," I said, gesturing around us with my arms, "for your whole life?"

"Could do worse."

She looked upset now which I had hoped to avoid. I knew I shouldn't have tried to talk about the issue, I should have just left it alone. Except that it would have led to problems down the road anyway, possibly much worse problems.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to be a huge deal. I just thought we should talk about it sometime. Believe me, I'm not trying to get rid of you or anything."

"I think you were right earlier," Amy said after a brief pause. "Maybe I am more tired than I thought."

She stood up and turned toward her room. I couldn't see her face and perhaps she really was just feeling tired, but it could be more than that.

"You're not mad at me are you?" I asked softly.

Amy stopped and looked back at me.

"No, I'm not mad," she said. "You were probably right about us needing to talk. I just can't handle it right now."

She walked back to stand in front of me and leaned down to kiss me gently. She only held it for a second or two before straightening up.

I waited until she left for real then let out a big sigh and leaned back heavily on the couch, tilting my head up toward the ceiling. As much as I loved my sister, nothing about her was simple anymore.

****

I didn't see my sister again the next night, or even the night after. I started to worry that she actually was upset with me despite her protestations otherwise. It wasn't clear to me however whether I should make a point of talking to her again or if I should wait for her to come to me. If she didn't want to see me then pushing her might not be a good idea, however it would at least let me know what was going on.

It turned out I didn't even have to make a decision. I woke up the morning after the second night without Amy to find her still at home. I didn't notice right away of course, it wasn't until I happened to be walking by her room that I saw her lying quietly on her bed reading.

"Hey," I said.

Amy jumped and turned to me with wide eyes before calming down.

"Shit, I forgot you'd still be home," she said.

"I don't go to work until later," I said.

"I know, I'm just usually gone by then and... oh whatever."

Until she said that I actually hadn't put together all the pieces.

"You're supposed to be in class aren't you?" I said, finally cluing in.

"I decided I didn't really want to go today."

She said it as though that was all there was to her decision. Not that I was planning to argue about it, that was our parents' job if they so chose. Or maybe if they ever found out, more to the point, which I had no intention of helping them do.

"So, do you want me to leave you alone?" I asked, thinking I should probably figure that out.

"What? No, why would I... oh, because I was avoiding you the past couple nights."

"That'd be it alright."

"Listen, I'm really not mad at you." Amy patted the bed beside her in an invitation to sit down, which I accepted. "You made me think about things I didn't really want to think about. But I guess I have to face the fact that we're not going to be, you know, together forever. Or whatever the equivalent is for us."

"It got kind of comfortable, didn't it," I said.

"Yeah, maybe that's a good word for it. It felt like there was something good in my life that I could depend on. Doesn't mean it's really the best thing for either of us though."

I took Amy's hand and squeezed it gently, trying to be reassuring.

"You know I'm not taking that away," I said. "But when you meet someone you want to be with, we'll stop right? It would have to end then."

"You'd pretend for me wouldn't you?" she said in a odd voice. "If I met someone tomorrow you'd be supportive and everything, and you'd be upset too. Maybe just a little. But you'd pretend you weren't."

"Amy...."

"And I'd do the same." She looked at me sadly. "That's why I didn't want to talk about this. Because no matter what happens, one or both of us is going to feel guilty about it. I wanted to ignore it and hope it went away on its own. I wanted it to stay in the dark."

"It'll be okay," I said, fooling no one.

****

I thought a lot about what Amy had said over the next few days. Somewhere in my mind I think I had decided I would wait for her to find a guy before I put any effort into getting a real girlfriend. She was right, I didn't want that guilt of abandoning her. But of course she felt the same and wouldn't want to be the one to break off our nights together. And if neither of us ever found someone else then we'd both feel guilty about ruining the other's chances of a normal life. Why was nothing simple anymore? 

Things went back to normal to a certain extent between Amy and me. She started waiting for me to get home at night again and it surprised me just how excited I got every time she was there, now that I could no longer take it more or less for granted.

It was also different than it had been before, there was more of a need between us. Once the lights were out Amy would sit closer to me, sometimes leaning in enough that I could wrap my arms around her and hold her. We didn't speak mostly, just sat together with our thoughts.

And of course there were the blowjobs. The only part of our relationship that was sexual and the only part we really needed to hide. Anything else could be passed off as normal sibling stuff if it ever came up. I only wished there wasn't such an emotional aspect to it, that it was purely sexual. That would have made it easier to stop what we were doing.

I remembered back when it started, back to one of the first times Amy had essentially masturbated me. It was a little awkward for us at first, but she was determined.

"You don't have to do this you know," I'd said.

"I know, but I want to. You can pretend it's someone else if you want," had been her reply.

She'd had her preference for the lights being off even then so I couldn't see her face, but I didn't need to. I could hear everything I needed to in her voice.

"No Amy, I don't want you to be someone else," I'd said.

I'd always loved my sister but I didn't necessarily spend very much time with her for various reasons. Maybe that's all she'd wanted at first, to give me a reason to actively want to see her rather than just accepting it when it happened. Whatever the case, now it was our link, our secret connection to each other. It remained to be seen what would happen if and when it was gone.

****

Even at work I spent a lot of time absorbed in the problem of what to do about the situation with Amy. On my breaks in particular, when I had nothing better to do, I would stare off into space wrapped up in my own thoughts. It wasn't all that surprising that someone caught me at it.

"Enjoying the view?" I heard from over my shoulder.

"Yeah, the wall's a really nice shade of beige today," I replied without missing a beat.

Getting caught intently studying the wall as I had been meant I probably couldn't get away with pretending I wasn't deep in thought. What else could I possibly have been doing?

I turned to the new arrival, gesturing for her to take a seat beside me. It was Nicole, a girl I worked with who was a couple years older than me, but similar enough in age that we could still relate to each other pretty well. We talked about semi-important stuff sometimes although nothing as big as my current issue. Still, discussion with someone other than myself might not be a bad idea.

"So what's up?" she asked. "You've seemed a little off the past couple days."

"I am. Girl troubles, in a manner of speaking."

"Huh, I didn't even know you were seeing anyone."

"I'm not. Not exactly anyway."

"Oh."

Nicole managed to say that one syllable in a way that made me suspect she instantly understood the problem, or thought she did.

"What do you mean 'oh'?" I said.

"Well, let me ask you this. Are you and this girl at a point where your relationship may have... changed, shall we say?"

"You could say that."

Had it actually changed? Maybe in the sense that we were now consciously aware that it would have to. I remembered hearing somewhere that merely observing an event can change it. Or something like that.

"Are you worried about what that change is going to mean?" Nicole asked carefully. "Do you think you're getting too close."

"More like we both know we can't get too close and I went and made it an issue. We were both comfortably ignoring it until I said something."

"Why, is she married or something?"

"No, and please don't try guessing," I said, preemptively bringing her next question to a halt. "It's not something I'm ready to let anyone else know about."

"Right, whatever."

Nicole gave me a funny look and I wondered if I had given it away by being too defensive. Could she know I was talking about my sister? Probably not, but she could suspect. Maybe talking hadn't been such a good idea.

"So basically I don't have a clue what to do," I continued regardless. "I don't want to hurt her, but maybe breaking it off is actually the best way to go in the long run. I can't help feeling like we're both going to get hurt no matter what we do."

"How do you feel about her?" Nicole asked, not responding directly to my last statement.

"Um, I don't know. I definitely lo... care about her."

I almost slipped up by saying I loved her. Not that it wouldn't be true, but it had different connotations for someone who wasn't my sister. It could give Nicole the wrong impression.

"Then maybe you need to figure out what you want for the two of you and worry about how to make it work afterward," she said.

I was tempted to dismiss the advice on the basis that the situation was more complex than that. It was, however, a new approach and that could be what I needed.

"That might be something to consider," I said.

"Think about it at least. I have to get back to pretending like I'm busy."

I gave Nicole a small, mostly genuine smile before she left. I appreciated her trying to help regardless of whether the advice turned out to be any good or not.




Escaping the Darkness



It was at the very least interesting to consider. Always before the question had been what do we do given the circumstances we have. But what would it be like if we didn't have to worry about any of that? What exactly was my idea of the perfect relationship with my sister?

Part of the question was easy. I wanted us to be able to stay as close as we were now, if not closer, and not let anything come between us. I wanted to be able to hold her even if other people were watching and generally be able to show the affection I felt for her.

Then, there was the issue of sex, I wasn't entirely sure about that one. It would definitely depend on how Amy felt and it was something that could continue to be hidden if necessary. In some ways it wasn't even a major barrier.

The main problem was that we couldn't be both siblings and openly together. Some people might accept it but far too many wouldn't. There was the option I had toyed with of leaving for somewhere nobody knew us and trying to leave our heritage behind. It had seemed like an extreme measure, a last resort, and it would mean abandoning an important facet of our lives. We'd have to trade being siblings for being together and I didn't really want that.

Amy and me were more than just a brother and sister, perhaps irreversibly, but our sibling connection was still a huge part of who we were. I didn't want to lose it.

I snorted humourlessly to myself, I was back to the whole damned if I do, damned if I don't that I was far too familiar with. Even if I was going in circles I at least knew what I had to do next. It was time to talk to Amy again, even if there was the chance that I would only make things worse.

****

I managed to adjust my work schedule to have Saturday off and hoped that Amy wouldn't have other plans already. It probably would have made sense to just tell her I wanted to talk, or even start the conversation one of the nights while we sat together in the living room. It didn't feel right to do it that way though. It seemed better somehow to talk to her in the daytime without our routine overshadowing us.

We both tended to sleep in when given the chance, due in large part to how late we stayed up on a regular basis. When I did finally drag myself out of bed I didn't initially see Amy. It was only by sheer luck that I caught her heading out the door before she left.

"Hey," I said.

"Oh, hey. What's up?" Amy said.

"Nothing much. Where you going?"

"Just out for a walk."

I felt relieved that she wasn't going any farther than that. Plus it might give me a better opportunity than I thought I would get.

"Mind if I come along?" I asked.

"If you want."

I was getting a confused look from her, unsurprising given my usual apathy toward the concept of walking for its own sake. I understood that some people enjoyed it or did it for the exercise, it just wasn't what I would choose to satisfy either of those goals.

"Great. Hang on a second okay," I said.

"Sure."

Mostly I just had to grab my sneakers, but I also spent a moment taking a couple deep breaths. I wasn't nervous exactly, just aware of the importance of what I needed to do. Soon I was back and ready to go.

Neither of us said anything at first, we just started walking. I followed a couple steps behind before catching up and maintaining position beside my sister. Finally she looked at me curiously.

"So what's this about?" she asked. "I assume you want to talk to me about something."

"Can't I spend time with you just because I want to?" I didn't expect that explanation to fly even before Amy rolled her eyes at me. "Alright, alright. Yes I wanted to talk to you."

"I'm listening."

"I've spent a lot of time thinking the past few days. About you, about us more to the point." I saw her nod in acknowledgement as though she had done the same. "I guess I want to ask, what do you want? Ignoring everything else I mean, all the problems we have and trying to protect each other. If you could have any life you wanted, what would you choose?"

"I don't know," she said with a shrug.

I had expected a little more from her than that, something to work with. I probably hadn't explained myself very well.

"Okay, well I'll try to explain what I'm thinking then," I said. "You're basically the most important person in my life right now. By a lot. When I get home at night after work and you're there waiting for me, that's something I look forward to. And I think that means something."

"It means we got ourselves into a bad situation," Amy said.

"No! Well yes, actually we did I suppose. But it's not a no-win scenario. What if we just do what we want and accept the consequences? I think... I know I want to be with you. For real. But I need to know if you want that too."

Amy didn't say anything immediately and I was content to walk in silence for a while, letting her think it over. I was familiar with the area we were in of course, but I had no idea where we were going or even if she had a planned route in mind. We might just have been wandering at that point.

"People would find out eventually," I said after a long enough pause. "Most of them probably wouldn't like it, but if we had to we could always leave. It would mean losing contact with friends and...."

I cut myself off before mentioning mom and dad. They would be the hardest to deal with, and had the potential to take our relationship worse than anyone else. Not to mention how much I disliked the idea of Amy and me having to pretend we weren't brother and sister. It might be necessary at some point, but it would never be something I would enjoy.

"Screw them," Amy said out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Anyone who doesn't like what we do, they aren't people I want to be friends with anyway. Anyone who cares about us would learn to deal with it."

"So does that mean you've decided?"

"It means you made me realize that I've been worrying about other people. It's like speaking in front of an audience, doesn't matter what they think because being afraid of their reaction is always worse than the reaction itself."

Amy grabbed my arm and brought us both to a stop. A lone car drove by as we stared at each other for several long seconds.

Before either of us could say anything I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. Almost instantly she returned my hug and pressed herself tightly against my body.

"It has to be for real though," she whispered into my ear. "We can't hide all the time or we'll be back where we started. You have to take me out places and hold my hand and everything."

"I can do that."

"And you have to kiss me."

Only when she pulled away and looked at me expectantly did I understand she meant right now. I smiled and moved in to kiss her, pulling her back to me as our lips met. We had kissed before but this was an entirely different experience, it had so much more meaning for both of us.

"That's it?" I asked.

"That's it," Amy confirmed. "I'm all yours."

"I like the sound of that. But what to do with you?"

I frowned in concentration as though I had to put some thought into the question.

"How 'bout you take me home and do some very naughty things to me."

"So quickly huh?" I said, unable to keep a grin off my face. "Hell of a first date."

"Don't think you're getting off easy," she warned. "You're gonna have to take me places still. Soon too, no putting it off and no blaming your schedule. I'm thinking a nice restaurant where we have to dress up and everything."

"Somewhere expensive you mean."

"Well, if you don't think I'm worth it...."

I kissed her again then looked at her seriously.

"You're definitely worth it," I said.

"Good, then let's go."

Amy took my hand and I let her drag me along for a few steps before catching up with her. Apparently public displays of affection weren't going to be a problem for her, and I wasn't having any of the hesitation so far that I'd expected. It felt surprisingly natural to show my love for my sister even when other people could see. Granted it wasn't like we were anywhere yet where people were likely to know us. We could work up to it.

The return home didn't take nearly as long as our slow, meandering path had initially and soon we were back. We snuck upstairs repressing nervous giggles, trying not to attract any attention from our parents since we weren't ready for that yet. Hopefully the issue wouldn't be forced for a while.

Amy's room was at the far end of the hall, probably the most private room in the house when it came down to it, and that was where we ended up without even discussing it. I barely had a chance to close and lock the door before she was tugging at me again, pulling me on top of her as she fell backward onto her bed. We kissed passionately as we groped at each other, letting our hands roam freely.

It didn't take long for Amy to start lifting my shirt and I did my best to help her. It was a fairly awkward process since I was partly supporting myself on my arms, but together we managed to get it over my head and out of the way. She then pulled me closer to her and lovingly nuzzled my shoulder.

"Probably should have undressed first," she said. "I don't want to let go now."

"Then don't."

Hampered by my sister clinging to me I still managed to get her shirt pulled up over her breasts, about as far as it would go with disentangling her. Her bra would come off easily enough if I just lifted her off the mattress a little, but I left it for the moment.

I made Amy lie back while I kissed the area just below her neck down to the tops of her breasts. Her bra got in the way before too long so I settled for sucking on her nipple through the material. Once I made a nice damp spot on the bra cup I moved to the other one and repeated the process. Her hands were on my back and tangling in my hair the whole time, not once letting go of me.

"Lift up your butt," I said.

Amy did as I asked and, switching back and forth between hands, I slowly worked her pants down far enough that she could kick them off. Almost before we finished with her pants she started on mine, which meant that she couldn't hold me down at the same time. Even though I could have pulled away any time I wanted, I took the opportunity she gave me to stand up briefly. She pouted at me and tried to hold on to my pants where she'd only been able to get them down past my hips.

"Just hold on a second, I'm not going anywhere," I said.

I finished stripping down to my underwear, not quite ready to get completely naked yet, while Amy removed her shirt. With that finished I took a moment to fully take in the sight of my sister in front of me. She still had her underwear on too, but it was far more revealing than anything I'd seen her in despite our unorthodox relationship. She squirmed impatiently as she waited for me to lie back down with her.

"What, are you going to just stare all day?" she demanded.

"No, not all day. Although that wouldn't be such a bad option either."

"Whatever. You can look all you want later, I want more than that right now."

She held her arms out to me, beckoning me back to her and I had no inclination to resist. Instead of resuming my previous position I lay down beside my sister and guided her on top of me. I felt more comfortable that way since it meant I wasn't focusing so much on keeping my weight off of her. She didn't have any such reservations about me and took very little time in molding her body to mine, attempting to bring us in to contact as much as possible.

Our legs tangled together and her breasts pressed against my chest as Amy adjusted herself. The feeling of so much of her bare skin moving over mine, as well as the knowledge of what we were about to do, was enough to get me fully erect. Her face was only inches away from mine and I could see her expression clearly as she discovered just how hard I was. Slowly her expression of shock faded into a wide grin and she started grinding on my crotch.

"It's so weird to feel it against my pussy," she whispered. "Kinda weird to be able to feel you like this at all, actually."

"I know what you mean. It's good though," I said.

"Mm-hm."

I reached around behind Amy to unclip her bra, which stayed mostly in place where she was lying on me. I then moved my hand to her butt and started sliding her panties down over her hips. Apparently having the same idea my sister simultaneously fumbled with my underwear and released my cock from where it had been trapped.

Amy didn't let up for long and continued rocking on my cock, sliding her pussy across the shaft without actually allowing penetration. She was definitely wet judging by the slickness I felt.

All of a sudden Amy pushed herself up on her arms, throwing her bra aside almost as an afterthought. I got my first view of her naked breasts then, so round and beautiful. I just stared at first until she started to blush, then I lifted my hands up to cup them tenderly in my palms. She let me play for a minute before saying anything.

"So, you ready to do this?" she asked.

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"But not certain?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I am certain, this is what I want. What we both want. There's still those little doubts though, you know? And maybe they won't ever go away, but they don't mean anything because this was the right decision."

"I know what you mean, I'm a little nervous about it too. It changes a lot, but in a good way. So we should do it now before anything has a chance to screw it up."

I could see it now in her eyes, the same emotions that were going through me. There was some fear there, but mostly it was love and a desire to be close to me in a way we hadn't been before.

We moved in unspoken agreement. Amy climbed off me to reposition herself more in a more traditional pose along the length of the bed with her head resting on her pillow. At the same time I finished removing my underwear, then helped Amy with hers.

I noticed that she tensed up a bit as I guided my cock between her legs. I didn't pay all that much attention since I assumed it was just a reaction to it being our first time together. It would pass. She nodded at me as I looked at her, assuring me that she was ready.

I started slowly to make sure I didn't hurt her even though the wetness I'd felt before had, if anything, increased. She was tight, tighter than I expected, but she should still be fine as long as I didn't push too hard too fast.

For some reason, despite everything appearing to be going well, I couldn't help getting the sensation that something was off. Something was wrong. It didn't make sense to me until I looked back to Amy's face and saw her expression of masked pain.

"Amy," I said.

"It's alright, just keep going."

She turned her head away from me and I immediately reached out to turn her face back toward me, forcing her to meet my gaze. It was all there in her eyes, in the slight grimace of discomfort on her lips.

"Amy," I repeated. "When were you going to tell me?"

It wasn't just her first time with me, it was her first time with anyone. In the initial rush of thought I couldn't understand why she hadn't said anything.

"Didn't know if I should," she whispered. "Not until after anyway. You'd make a big deal about it."

"I... well isn't it kind of a big deal?"

"It is to a lot of girls," she agreed. "And it is to me too. Do you know how many of them get to have their first time with someone they'll always love? Someone they aren't going to just break up with two weeks later? I'm glad it's you and I'm glad that we didn't plan this or anything. It just happened, like it should."

Amy raised her hand to my cheek and held it there for a moment.

"I knew it wouldn't be you, how could it ever be?" she continued. "But a part of me kept hoping. I thought those nights when I'd get you off were as far as we'd go, that even that was pushing my luck farther than it would hold. It was the only way to be close to you, it was the closest I could get."

"I'm sorry. I should have talked to you more, or something. I didn't mean to make you... but I guess it worked out in some ways."

"It worked out fine, everything's going to be better now." She took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eyes. "So are you going to fuck me or what?"

I smiled at the return of my sister's confident side, the part of her I was more familiar with. It had certainly taken more than a little courage for her to jerk me off those first few times, back before it became routine for us. I had never realized just how much it meant to her.

"Is it okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt very much now. I think it'll get better if you just go gently."

I had even less intention of being rough with her than I had before, regardless of her request. Only barely moving at first, I resumed pushing into sister's pussy. I watched her face carefully but she seemed to have been telling the truth about the pain, and her features gradually showed signs of pleasure instead.

"You can go a little harder now," she said eventually.

I was still cautious but did speed up slightly like Amy wanted. She seemed to be relaxing somewhat which was probably a good sign. I just couldn't get over my sister still being a virgin, until a few minutes ago anyway. It seemed like something I should have known even though there really was no way I could have. I'd have to try harder in the future to make sure I found out anything important that I should know and not wait for it to be dropped on me all of a sudden.

Amy, perhaps noticing that I had become distracted by my thoughts, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to where she could kiss me. It was a good reminder that I should be focusing on what was important. Right now the only thing that mattered was that we were together, everything else would keep until later.

I lowered my head to kiss her neck and she gave me a soft moan in return. She was responding better to my movements in general, making me think that she might be over the initial pain I had accidentally caused. She was even lifting her butt up slightly in time with my thrusts to try and get me as deep inside her as possible.

"Is it getting better?" I asked, just to confirm.

"Yeah, it's good now. Really good. I kinda wish we'd done this sooner."

"We weren't ready for it then."

"I know, I'm just saying."

Reassured that everything was fine I let go of some of my few remaining inhibitions and fucked my sister with less rigid self-control. It was such an amazing experience when I allowed it to be. Her pussy could have been designed for me the way it conformed perfectly to my cock when I was fully in her. Probably it was my imagination but it almost seemed to put up more resistance as I pulled out than it did going in, as though wanting to keep me inside. I wanted it to last forever, or for a longer time than I knew it would anyway.

With a faint look of surprise Amy came underneath me, throwing her head back and clutching tightly to me. She remembered to be quiet, or maybe that was just normal for her, which was good since I didn't think either of us really wanted to attract any attention at that point. As I watched her shaking in ecstasy beneath me it made me realize my own orgasm wasn't that far off either.

"Wow," Amy said breathlessly. "I think that's the first time anyone else ever got me off. I didn't know if it would actually happen."

"I think I still owe you a few, not that I'm keeping score," I said.

"Can't wait."

Talking was getting harder for me as I got closer and closer. Amy fortunately didn't try any more conversation and just lay back to let me finish at my own pace, no longer trying to hold me or kiss me like she had been before. It gave me a little more freedom of movement I suppose, but I kind of liked feeling her cling desperately to me.




Escaping the Darkness



Then I was cumming, burying myself deep in my sister's pussy while my semen emptied into her. Probably I should have asked if it was okay first, but it just felt right and Amy really didn't seem to mind. She only smiled happily at me until I rolled off of her onto my back.

"It's too bad it's the middle of the day," I said after a moment. "Otherwise I'd probably be okay with just lying here and holding you all night."

"Well part of that is still doable."

I turned back onto my side and wrapped my arms around Amy as she snuggled up to me. The fact that it was still daylight out really was throwing me off, it felt like it should be around bedtime or, at the very least, not quite so bright and sunny outside. Maybe daylight just wasn't something I associated with sex so much, or Amy for that matter.

"So was it what you expected?" I asked.

"Yeah, kinda," she said. "Better in some ways. I'm still glad it was you."

"Me too," I agreed.

We stayed like that for a while, I didn't think I could get tired of feeling my sister so close to me even if we stayed there for days. We'd have to get up eventually of course, have to go back to pretending everything was normal. We'd need to decide whether to tell certain people about us or just let them find out, either way it wouldn't be easy. For the moment I only wanted to enjoy what I had and leave the details for later. They could wait.



Escaping the English Winter



My name is Alice and I am sat in a small bar in Corralejo on the island of Fuerteventura. I am thirty-nine years old and going through a mid life crisis. My partner of five years left me about nine months ago for a younger woman then I was made redundant from my job in the financial sector in London. My parents own a holiday home so I decided to escape the cold British winter and spend six months away in the sun. Most of the time, I have been on my own and thoroughly enjoying my new found freedom.

I looked over to see three girls and two boys enter the bar. They sat down and ordered drinks from the barman. One of the girls walked past my table as she went to find the toilets. She smiled when she passed the table and we said hello. A little while later, the girls and their companions left and she walked over to my table.

"Is it okay to sit here?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied adding, "My name is Alice." 

"I'm Kirsty," she responded with a broad smile.

We chatted for an hour or so and I found out that she was a twenty year old student on holiday with the two girls. They had met up with two boys and she was left on her own. There were only three days left before returning to England and Kirsty didn't expect to see much of her friends. We left the bar and I walked with Kirsty to her hotel because it was on the way to my house. 

As we got close to the hotel, I said, "Kirsty, I am going to the beach tomorrow, do you want to join me?"

"Yes, please," she replied. 

"I'll pick you up at ten o'clock if that's okay."

"Sure, I'll look forward to it."

Kirsty walked into her hotel and I strolled along the road to my house. Once inside, I walked through to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes. As I looked at myself in the full length mirror, I realised that I was feeling horny for the first time in months. The last time I had sex was almost a year ago before my partner, Daniel, left me and I had only masturbated a few times.

I looked at my body in the mirror and realised that I looked good with the all over tan that had built up during my three months in Fuerteventura. I had a curvy figure if a little overweight with firm medium sized breasts and long legs. My dark brown nipples were standing to attention and I looked down to see my unkempt brown pubic hair.

I lay on the bed and my hands massaged my boobs. I imagined that it was Kirsty's hands on my body. Why, I don't know as it had been fifteen years since I had experienced sex with another female. My hand reached between my legs while my other hand teased a nipple. My pussy was wet and I used my fingers to open my slit. I moaned at the thought of having sex with Kirsty.

I licked my fingers before returning them to my pussy and teasing my clitoris from it's hood. Whilst I massaged my breast, I slipped a finger deep into my cunt to find that sensitive spot on my vaginal wall. I moved my other hand down to stimulate my clit as I rubbed my finger against my g spot and my breath became ragged.

"Oh, Kirsty, I cumminnnnnng!" I shouted as my orgasm hit me.

I fell into a deep sleep. Next morning, I woke feeling great and ready for the day ahead. As I had my shower, I noticed my thick pubic bush had become a mess so I used my scissors to trim it neat and tidy then shaved my pussy lips. I walked back into the bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Much better, I thought.

I put on red and white striped bikini bottoms and a white t-shirt then a pair of red shorts. White sandals completed my outfit then I tied my long brown hair in a pony tail before having a cup of coffee and croissant for breakfast. After packing a bottle of wine, some water and food in a cool box, I grabbed my beach bag and left the house.

I drove the short distance to the hotel and Kirsty was waiting on the steps at the front entrance. She looked good dressed in a short white mini skirt and light blue loose fitting shirt. She was carrying a beach bag and jumped into the car.

"Hi, Alice," she said with a big smile.

"Hi, Kirsty, you look fabulous!" I replied.

She settled into her seat and I drove off then I said, "Kirsty, I usually use a nudist beach about twenty minutes drive away."

"I've never been to nudist beach but I guess it's okay," she replied, giggling.

Some twenty minutes later, we arrived at a small car park then walked a few hundred yards along a winding path to a beautiful sandy beach. It was away from the tourist area and used mainly by local residents. We found a secluded sand dune and placed our towels down. I took off my t-shirt to reveal my firm breasts and I saw that Kirsty was standing looking at them. I slid my shorts and bikini bottoms down together and stepped out of them, leaving me naked.

Kirsty was blushing as she watched me then she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She reached behind to unclasp her bikini top then let it slide off her shoulders. I stared at her firm young breasts with dark areoles and small nipples. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop then stepped out of it before she slid her bikini bottoms off. I looked over and saw that her black pubic hair was trimmed very short.

"Let's go for a swim," I said, smiling at her. As we walked towards the sea, I reached for Kirsty's hand and said, "You are a very beautiful young lady."

"Thank you," she replied. "It's nice of you to say."

We walked hand in hand into the sea and played around for about thirty minutes. The beach was very quiet as it was mid week and Kirsty seemed to get more relaxed about being nude when we strolled back up the beach to our private dune. We dried off then I started to apply sun tan lotion over my body.

"Kirsty, can you do my back?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied and started to massage the sun lotion on my back. Her hands moved down towards my butt then she hesitated as she reached my taut bottom.

"Should I put some on your bum?" she asked excitedly.

"Go ahead," I replied then I felt her hands stroking my buttocks and a finger run down my crack. I felt my nipples start to harden and my pussy tingle. I was becoming turned on by Kirsty's hands. I opened my legs a little more and let out a sigh as she rubbed more lotion on my bottom. 

Kirsty smacked my bottom playfully and said, "Nice bum, Alice"

She handed me the sun tan lotion and lay down on her front. I emptied some lotion on to my hands and gently rubbed it on her back. As I reached her white buttocks, I increased the pressure with my fingers then ran a well lotioned finger up and down her ass crack. I heard a gentle moan from Kirsty and she wriggled a little when my finger rested on her puckered hole.

"That's all done," I said and moved back to my own towel.

We spent the next hour soaking up the sun and chatted about ourselves. Yes, we talked about our sex lives and Kirsty explained that she had a boyfriend who lived in her home town. They saw each other once a month and, recently, their relationship had become sexual. Her previous sexual experience had been very limited but she was enjoying experimenting with her boyfriend.

I told her about my breakup with my last partner and how I was now living a celibate life. I told her that I had experimented with girls in my early twenties and Kirsty admitted to kissing another girl but that's all. 

After we enjoyed a snack and a glass of wine, we decided to take another dip in the sea. I stood and held out my hand to help Kirsty stand. She readily accepted my hand and kept hold of it while we strolled down to the sea. We fooled around for a while with lots of accidental touching of each others bodies. The beach was still quiet and we seemed to be lost in our own world.

"Let's take a walk along to beach to dry off," I said.

"Great idea," Kirsty replied, then grabbed my hand and we walked out of the water.

We strolled hand in hand along the beach enjoying the peace and quiet. We saw a couple walking towards us and Kirsty held my hand tighter as they got close to us. The woman was in her early thirties with dirty blonde hair and the man was much younger than her. I glanced over and saw that he had a huge cock dangling down between his legs.

After they passed, Kirsty giggled and whispered, "Did you see the size of his thingy?"

"Yes, I have never had one that big!!!" I said in a quiet voice.

Suddenly, Kirsty stopped and embraced me. Our lips met while we shared our first tender kiss. Our breasts touched when our bodies squashed together. 

She stepped away and said, "Sorry, Alice, I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay," I replied then added, "I quite enjoyed it."

We turned around and headed back to our secluded dune. We spent the afternoon chatting and getting a tan. Around four o'clock, we packed a up our gear and headed back to the car. When we reached Kirsty's hotel, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Thanks for a great day out," she said.

"I enjoyed it," I replied then added, "Do you want to come over to my house for dinner?"

"Yes please!" Kirsty responded enthusiastically.

I told her how to get to the house, just a short walk from the hotel then added, "See you at seven."

When I got home, I prepared a meal for us. Some chicken wrapped in Spanish ham and a salad with strawberries and ice cream for desert. I put two bottles of Cava in the fridge then I had a long shower but resisted the urge to masturbate. I hoped that Kirsty may be ready to have sex with me tonight. I dressed in a tight low cut top without a bra, a red thong and skimpy red shorts. I left my shoulder length brown hair hanging free and slipped on some open toe red sandals.

At a few minutes after seven, the doorbell rang and I rushed to the front door. Kirsty stood there dressed in a light green loose fitting top and a white mini skirt. She looked fabulous. I leaned in and kissed her on both cheeks before inviting her into the house.

"Kirsty, you look so beautiful tonight," I said.

"Thank you, Alice," she replied then added, "you look hot!!!"

We walked through and on to the veranda. Kirsty sat down while I went back inside to get two glasses of Cava for us.

I handed a glass to Kirsty then said, "Cheers and thanks for coming over tonight."

"Cheers," she replied then added, "Let's hope we enjoy ourselves!"

We chatted as we ate our meal and drank a few glasses of Cava. Suddenly, Kirsty stood and walked round the table. 

She bent over and whispered, "Do you want me to stay tonight, Alice?"

"Yes, I hoped you would want to stay," I replied as I stood and took hold of her hand leading her to my bedroom.

We shared a passionate kiss while our bodies were pressed intimately together. My tongue licked along her lip then she opened her mouth to allow my tongue to enter and explore. My hands ran up and down her back while we kissed passionately. I felt her hand rest on my taut bottom and her tongue pressed against mine then she stroked my butt.

I moved slightly away from Kirsty and stood admiring her beauty. She smiled then her fingers started to undo the buttons of her top. One by one as they opened, more bare skin was revealed and I could tell that she was not wearing a bra. She let the top slide off her shoulders then she threw it onto a chair. I smiled when her firm young breasts came into view, her small nipples were already erect.

She reached behind to unzip her skirt then it fell to the floor leaving Kirsty in just a see-through white thong. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the chair then she curled her thumbs in the sides on the thong. 

I stepped close and said, "Leave it on, darling, I will take it off later."

Kirsty's hands moved up and she placed one over each of my boobs. She tweaked each long hard nipple between fingers and thumbs through the material of my top. I moved my hands up and massaged her firm breasts. We stood there for a few minutes playing with each others tits until I stepped back and removed my top. 

Kirsty smiled and said, "You have great boobs, Alice."

I just smiled and unbuttoned my shorts while still maintaining eye contact with Kirsty. I slid my thong down and stepped out of it, revealing my naked body to her again. We move together and share another long passionate kiss. My hands run up and down her smooth back and I felt her hands teasing my ass cheeks apart. While our tongues explored each others mouth, I felt her finger run down my ass crack and settle on my puckered hole.

"Let's move to the bed," I said breathlessly.

Kirsty stepped away and took hold of my hand to lead me to my large double bed. I took the duvet off and she lay down on the mattress. I lay down beside her and l could smell her lovely perfumed body. My hand massaged a boob while I licked her neck then my other hand slid down between her open legs and rubbed against her thong.

"Oh, Kirsty. your thong is soaking wet, darling" I said. "Do you want me to make love to you?"

"Yessssssss!" Kirsty replied.

I trailed my tongue along her neck then down to a breast and took a small hard nipple into my mouth. My hand rested on her thong covered mound while I gently nibbled on her nipple. Kirsty was panting and moaning as my tongue licked her nipple held gently in place between my teeth. I rubbed my hand against her inner thighs while I moved my mouth to her other tit. I bit a little harder on her small nipple and my fingernail gently grazed along her inner thigh.

My tongue trailed down her body, coming to rest at her bellybutton then I licked at it. My hand moved back to her mound and rubbed her soaking thong when my tongue reached the waistband. My thumbs curled into the waistband and I started to slowly slide her thong down to reveal her juicy cunt. Kirsty raised her ass to allow me to slide it down to her thighs. My tongue continued it's journey towards her lovebox and I could smell the womanly aroma escaping from it.

I kissed her short trimmed black pubic and I saw that her pussy lips were bare. I slid her thong down her long tanned legs until it was clear of her body then I moved it to her face to allow her to smell herself. 

"Oh, Alice, make me cum!!" she asked between short breaths.

I moved round between her legs and raised them on to my shoulders to allow me to get my face close to her hot wet cunt. She arched her body to push herself towards me but I moved a little and planted a kiss on her inner thigh. I sucked very hard determined to give her a lovebite to remember our night together.

I saw that her pussy lips were already open and her bud had emerged from it's hood. A beautiful bright red colour against the delicate pink of her cunt and standing erect like a small penis. My tongue licked up her open slit several times and I felt her body arch to meet my tongue. Suddenly, her body tensed then relaxed and I was rewarded with her juices flowing over my tongue.

I moved my mouth and my tongue licked along the inside of her thigh. I heard Kirsty moaning and panting as my thumbs rubbed her vaginal lips then I slid a finger into her hot wet pussy. My finger probed her cunt walls searching for that sensitive spot.

I felt her body tense and she shouted, "Just there, Alice!!!"

My finger rubbed against her wall as my palm rested firmly on her furry mound applying pressure and my tongue lapped at her pearl. Kirsty arched her body as my finger continued to tease her g spot and my tongue licked her engorged clitoris. 

Again, she tensed then relaxed as another orgasm hit her causing her to cry out, "Oh, fuck, that was wonderful!!!!!!"

I moved away from her red hot cunt and kissed her stomach before my mouth founds its way to her breast. I nibbled on a nipple and tweaked the other one between my finger and tongue before continuing my journey to her face.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss and our tongues teased each other before I spoke, "Kirsty, you taste so sweet, hope that was as good as you expected."

"It was much better, thank you sooo much," she replied then added, "Let's rest a while then maybe I make you cum."

"Okay, if you're sure," I whispered as our lips met again.

We lay kissing then I felt Kirsty's hand on my boob and kneading it forcefully. She took my long hard nipple between her fingers and gently pulled at it then she went back to massaging my breast. I was becoming very turned on and my pussy tingled as she worked on my tits.

"You have great tits!" she said breaking our kiss and moved her mouth to a boob.

My hands rested in her hair, holding her close to my tits. I felt her take a nipple between her teeth then gently bite while she ran her tongue over it. It felt good as I felt my breath coming in short gasps and I knew she had me close to a first orgasm. She moved to my other tit and her mouth and tongue worked it's magic again.

"I'm close, Kirsty, make me cum, darling!" I shouted.

As I spoke, I felt her fingers running through my pubic hair then a finger run up my hot wet vaginal lips. My whole body started to tingle then a wonderful strong orgasm hit me. As I relaxed, I could feel Kirsty tongue licking down my stomach on a journey to my pussy.

"Let's both try to cum together," I said and I lifted Kirsty on top of me so that her mouth was close to my inflamed cunt.

As she pulled me close and her mouth covered my pussy, I licked her inner thigh then my tongue ran up her pussy lips. I could still taste her juices from her last orgasm and I felt her tongue start to invade my wet cunt. I slid a finger into her and I felt her finger slide into me. We were mirroring each others actions as we sought to climax together.

My finger found that sensitive spot on her vaginal wall as my tongue lapped at her engorged clit then I felt her finger rubbing on my g spot and her tongue licking around my pearl. I felt Kirsty squirm and I knew she was close like me so I increased the pressure with my finger and slid another into her cunt. I felt a second finger slide into me and furiously fuck me.

"Fuck me, Kirsty!" I shouted as I felt my orgasm approaching.

Kirsty fought to keep her mouth on my clitoris as my body reared up and down with her fingers driving in and out of my twat. My fingernail scratched against her vaginal wall and my tongue teased her bud.

"I'm cumminnnnggg!" she screamed as her juices flowed from her cunt sending me over the edge coating her mouth with my womanly fluid.

She rolled off as we relaxed after our very intense orgasms then we kissed again.

"Alice, that was fantastic!!" she said excited then added, "Can we do it again in the morning?"

"Of course we can!" I replied with a broad smile on my face.

We drifted off to sleep naked in each others arms, fully satisfied and spent.



Escaping the Friend Zone



"You're such a good friend to me, Vic!" she said as we hugged.

Was there ever a more disappointing phrase to hear from someone you hoped you had a shot with? I dropped Carina off at her dorm's entrance after our night out. Did I deceive myself or did she hug me harder than on previous occasions? I felt her breasts crushing against my chest, causing a subtle stirring below. But all too soon she released me, turned around and went to her room. I had accompanied her to her formal House function in our final year of university. And for tonight it seems I would be accompanying myself to my own room and release some of the built up pressure in my jocks. Nothing new.

To be quite honest, I was a good friend to Carina. We had met in our first year of varsity as our Student Houses were paired. We were all confused freshmen during that time. The male Houses were responsible for building parade floats and the female Houses were responsible for decorating banners and such. It was during this period that we met and first started becoming friends. Carina is the typical girl-next-door. Her dark brown hair contrasted beautifully with her blue eyes. Did I mention I was a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes? And of course like all young men at that age are able, I quickly gauged her breasts as a full C-cup with a body to match. Not athletically slim but beautifully curvy where it matters. I, on the other hand, was built like a prop forward rugby player: stocky, broad shouldered and not conventionally handsome. At least I didn't think so. A typical Afrikaans farmer's boy.

During that time we were both involved in long-distance relationships from our respective home towns. Mine lasted slightly longer than hers and of course that led her to start playing the field as it were. And as the years went by, boyfriends and girlfriends came and gone... And my various subtle advances to Carina were politely deflected. So I resigned myself to the fact that our friendship would probably not blossom into anything more, even though a pang of jealousy would occasionally rise whenever I saw her with anyone else.

After we graduated, each of us decided to continue with our post-graduate degrees. This was partly due to the fact that I couldn't find a job in time and that she wasn't quite ready to bid the life of a student good bye. We eventually enrolled for the same course. This obviously meant that we were doing a lot of studying together. I was still living on campus but Carina moved to a flat off campus. At this point I felt comfortable with our friendship. I started to realize that there was more than one girl out there and actually started to catch a few campus girls flirting with me. I am usually totally oblivious of the fact when I am being flirted with. But it seems that being unconventionally handsome were quite a few girls' cup of tea. It was towards the end of the year that I started to notice a change in Carina's attitude towards me.

A group of us decided to go out drinking and dancing at a popular Joburg hangout. I was driving Carina's car as she declared roundly, "Tonight I'm getting blind drunk! These last few exams were hectic and I need to let my hair down." 

I picked her up at her flat and so the night began. She was wearing a shorter skirt than she would normally wear. I didn't pay this too much thought. I did however sneak a few peaks of her smooth legs as the skirt hitched up while she was in the passenger seat. She may even have caught me creeping. But we just continued chatting about how relieved we were that the final exams were over.

A cheap version of Absinthe was recently introduced to the Joburg party scene. To the delight and subsequent regret of many revelers... Everyone was chasing the green fairy. We danced and drank late into the night and early morning. Carina frequently sidled up close to me. Her excuse seemed to be that the place was packed but I did notice that after each Absinthe, our bodies got closer and closer while the grinding got harder and harder. She seemed to enjoy feeling of my hardening knob as it poked into her hips. I noticed that Carina was wearing a thin red g-string that stuck out the top of her black skirt. Whether this was by accident or for my benefit I wasn't sure. As the night wore on, Carina received a lot of attention from other varsity guys. Since my place in the friend zone was secure, I didn't think too much of it. I just knew that she was getting hammered very quickly. Unfortunately for those guys it seemed that Carina was not taking the Absinthe too well towards the end of the night so I decided to collect her and taker her back home. Like any good friend would do.

On the way home Carina was in no condition to preserve her modesty. Her skirt had ridden so high up her thighs that I could see the red triangle the g string cut on her mound as she slouched in the passenger seat. In the dim light I thought I could make out that she at least had a bikini wax going on. The thin fabric pulling taught over her pussy had slightly shifted to reveal part of a smooth lip. Concentrating on the road was incredibly difficult, I can tell you.

When we arrived at her flat I was too tired to drive the extra distance to get to my dorm. Carina was lucid enough to give me permission to stay over. I helped her out and guided her to her door. We struggled to get the door unlocked but finally we were home safely. I made myself comfortable on the couch. She started undressing in the lounge by first pulling her buttoned blouse over her head, getting stuck for a moment. 

"Close your eyes if you don't wanna see a strip show", Carina slurred. Her skirt followed her blouse as I sat wide-eyed.

"Could tonight be the night?" I wondered. But just as the skirt hit the floor, Carina made a beeline for the bathroom. I heard the green fairy making an encore appearance behind the closed door. I think it was safe to say that tonight would definitely NOT be the night.

"Carina? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

Silence.

I opened the door and got an eyeful of Carina's gorgeous ass that was split by the thin string of red fabric as she was hunched over the basin. She was not in a good way. I helped her get cleaned up and in her pj's and put her to bed. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and two aspirins to sit next to her bed. When I set it down she opened her eyes slightly.

"Thanks Vic. You're such a good friend. What would I do without you?"

"Yeah sure, don't mention it. If you need anything just call me okay?" I curtly offered.

Carina then promptly passed out and I wasn't called for. Thanks for nothing you fucking green fairy....

Some weeks later the same group of friends got invited to a farm outside of Joburg by one of our other friends. The plan was to drink, barbeque and watch movies the whole weekend. We each were given a list of items to bring. Of course, alcoholic items made up the vast majority of the list. We were going to be miles away from any neighbors and we wouldn't need to drive anywhere. So we made sure we had enough of everything.

Carina and I were going in the same car to save fuel costs. We could fit our share in her little hatchback. Today she was wearing cute shorts that showed off her shapely legs and a tight t-shirt. The air-con was on full blast on this hot summer's day. The cold air caused her nipples to poke through her t-shirt in sharp points. I wondered what those nipples looked and tasted like... I needed to concentrate on the road again so we made some small talk. All the while trying to ignore what happened, or didn't happen, a couple of weeks before.

"So how's the job hunting going, Vic?"

"Its going slowly. I've went for a few interviews but nothing seems to be coming my way yet. But my cousin who immigrated to the USA sent me an email last week."

"Oh really?" she said with a tone of apprehension in her voice. I didn't think much of it yet.

"Yeah. He's got an earth moving equipment operation going on that side. He's doing really well for himself. He told me that if I didn't come right with a job for next year, that he had one for me."

"Are you really considering it?" she asked me with wide eyes.

"Well I suppose so. I mean I haven't had any success from job hunting. And I don't have much tying me down here. So why not?"

"When are you going?" she asked.

"I've sent in my documentation to the US embassy so I'm just waiting to be called up for my interview with them. If everything goes well, I should be out of here in two months' time."

"Wow, that's quick. I'm so happy for you!" Her tone of voice seemed to indicate the opposite. I gave her a puzzled look but she was staring out of the window. Could it be she was upset that I was leaving? The rest of the ride we spent in silence.

As soon as we arrived and parked the car, Carina seemed her old self again.

"Vic, reach back there and get us both a beer. Let's start the weekend! We've got to celebrate!"

I was relieved to tell you the truth. I wasn't relishing spending one of my few remaining weekends with angry friends. I cracked open two pilsners and handed one to Carina.

"Cheers!" we saluted as we clinked our bottles together. Now, as was tradition in our group, the first beer was to be downed. Somehow Carina always beat me.

"Its all about relaxing the throat muscles, Vic!"

"Well you WOULD know all about that you slut", I joked.

"Practice makes perfect", she winked back at me as she sauntered away, leaving me to unpack. Was it just my imagination or was she swaying her hips a little more than usual as she walked away? I just didn't know with this one anymore....

What followed was a Friday and Saturday of cooking meat on the fire, lots of shooters and cocktails, swimming in the farm's dam and watching movies from our childhood. The Little Mermaid is an amazing work of art when you are drunk. We had to take a shot every time Sebastian the crab complained about something. We were all broken by the end. We also played a mild round of truth or dare. I ended having to kiss one my friend's girlfriends. Carina laughed at that but it didn't seem genuine. One of the other girls had to tell us which fingers she used to masturbate and I was later dared to suck on those fingers. Carina looked me in the eye as I completed my dare. That was about the raunchiest it got in public. The guys who brought girlfriends, or could find a willing girl, all disappeared for various lengths during the day and evening. But Carina was never too far away.

As the evening got colder we started moving inside again. We all made our beds in the large living room in front of the TV as we watched Ghostbusters. Carina climbed into my sleeping bag next to me and laid her head on my chest as I held her. Being more than tipsy I started stroking her exposed lower back. She shivered slightly as I trailed my fingertips over her soft skin. She suddenly lifter her head and kissed me full on the lips. I was stunned at first but then returned the kiss, slipping my tongue over her lips. I turned slightly and she lay down on her back giving me access to her breasts that I immediately started cupping over her t-shirt. I heard her gasp softly as I grazed a finger over a sensitive nipple.

All around me I heard similar furtive noises from dark corners... it seems that we had some privacy in the midst of all our friends. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt, feeling her smooth stomach contract as I slowly moved my hand higher and higher until I felt her bra strap between her breasts. All the while our tongues slipped over each other as our kisses started to gain more and more intensity.

She surprised me by grabbing my stiffening cock over my shorts. It was my turn to gasp. Her groping fingers were thoroughly exploring my bulge. I slipped my hand under her bra and cupped a breast, rubbing a thumb over an erect nipple. Carina arched her back while she undid the clasp from behind, giving me unrestricted access. I lifted her t-shirt over both breasts. Luckily it was dark but we didn't have an audience as everyone seemed busy with their own demonstrations of lust. I broke the kiss and took one nipple in my mouth as I tweaked the other one with my hand. Carina reacted by shoving her hand into my shorts, trying to bypass my underwear. I think she was pleased with the giant wet spot of pre-cum that started to spread on my jocks.

I unbuttoned her shorts and slid the zipper down... I could feel her waiting pussy was very wet as well, judging by how soaked her black cotton g-string was. I pushed it down a little, cupping her entire mound. She didn't have a Brazilian... she was complete nude of hair. Her juices slathering my hand, allowing me to slick her entire pussy. I bit her nipple gently as my finger found her clit at the same time. She bit back a groan and pulled my head hard against her breast. She finally got my underwear out of the way and started pumping my fully erect cock with her hand.

She pushed me onto my back and put my hand under her pussy. She guided my middle finger into her as she started to ride my hand. At the same time she grabbed my cock, tugging furiously on it. I arched my wrist in such a way that I could reach her g-spot with my fingers as I massaged her clit with my palm. Our noises started to get louder but we were still quieter than the rest of the gathering. The excitement built in Carina's hips as she bucked harder and harder, almost crushing my hand with her pussy while she throttled my cock.

"If you keep playing that hard with me I'm going to cum very soon", I whisper in her ear.

"Go for it... I'm almost there too..." she replied huskily.

She clenched her legs around my arm and I could feel her pussy quivering as she slowed down her bucking but pushed my finger even deeper into her. Her warm juices covered my entire hand as she came on my palm, biting me in the neck in an effort to stifle her moans of ecstasy. The look she had on her face is what sent me over the edge. At that exact moment I came by shooting a long rope of cum into the air. It slapped down onto my stomach, her back and our blankets. I shot more streams of thick cum over us until my orgasm subsided.

She rolled off my hand, panting. Lying back, she smiled at me.

"I probably shouldn't have done that", she said through a naughty smile.

"It was as much my as your fault", I replied. "But I don't regret it. I've been trying to get closer to you for a long time. What's changed?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I just know that when you licked Tanya's pussy rubbing fingers, I wanted some of that too. I'm glad you don't regret it. I enjoyed it too."

"Well the night isn't over yet... Come with me", I said as I got up and helped Carina to stand up. I pulled her by the hand to an empty bedroom in the farmhouse. I let her sit down on the bed as I stripped her t-shirt and bra from her body. Her gorgeous boobs were now completely free. Her pointed nipples were rosy red and aroused at my previous touch. I took off my shirt and pulled down my shorts. My cock was starting to stir again at the sight of her sitting shyly on the bed. I knelt between her legs and pulled her shorts up and over her thighs, tossing them on the floor. The only clothing left on her body was her black cotton g-string that had crept between her pussy lips.

I took one of her feet and kissed her ankle, planting tiny kisses on the skin as moved to her calf, and then her thigh. My lips pressed more firmly the lower I slid, finally resting my mouth against her warm hole over her underwear. This I then slipped it from under her ass and over her legs. At last, being completely naked, I knelt over her pussy again while holding on to her knees. I admired the site of her spread pussy lips, glistening. She blushed a little as she saw the look on my face. Seeing her reddening cheeks made my cock jerk.

I dove straight down and started licking her pussy lips. Nibbling on each a little bit as I swirled my tongue around her sopping wet hole. Both my hands grabbed a breast and pinched a nipple as my tongue started to dart into her gaping pussy. I was trying to get my tongue as deep into her as I could so I can taste her full essence. Nothing in this world has ever tasted that good.

I put my mouth over her swollen pink clit, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and arched her hips. There was now no escape. I slipped a hand between her legs and inserted a finger into that slick pussy while I massaged her clit with my tongue.

"Two fingers, Vic, please...." She gasped.

I obliged and curled my fingers to get to her g-spot. I was much more effective this time because as soon as I touched it, Carina's bucking became more violent.

"Yes please! Don't stop! Right there...", she moaned.

I was pumping my fingers into her as hard as I could. Suddenly her legs stiffened and she grabbed a pillow to put over her face. She started shuddering as her juices came pouring out over my hand. Her muffled cries were still loud as she came as hard as any girl I've ever seen. Her juices squirted out in short bursts but it soaked my chest and neck. She pushed my hand away and rolled onto her side, hugging the pillow tightly as she slowly came back down to earth...

"Wow, Vic... if I knew you could do that to me... I would've grabbed you a long time ago...", she said breathlessly.

"Well if I knew you could squirt, I would've tried much harder too!"

"That's only the third time ever I came that hard... But I could only ever make myself quirt. Nobody else has ever had that effect on me"

"Well I'm glad to be of service!" I chuckled looking mighty pleased with myself.

"But now it's your turn....", she growled as she pushed me onto my back. She took my half stiffened cock deep into her mouth and I was immediately mesmerized. She bobbed her head up and down over the whole length of my growing cock. She took it out of her mouth and started to peer critically at it.

"I couldn't see how big you are in the dark."

"Well at most I'm probably just 6 inches. Hardly a pornstar sized dick", I defended.

"But nice and thick..." she said as she took me into her warm slippery mouth again. She could easily take my whole length into her mouth and throat. I've never had a deep throat experience before and I was amazed that she could do it so effortlessly. No wonder she could chug a beer like that...

"There! I think that's hard enough", she suddenly announced as she straddled over me and lowered herself onto my newly stiffened cock. There was a slight resistance when the head parted those lovely lips but then our combined juices let me slip up into her right to the hilt. Her eyes immediately rolled back as she placed her feet under my arms. I grabbed her hands to stabilize her as she started bouncing slightly on my cock. Feeling her muscles massage my length and gently tugging at my cock was incredible. She leaned back slightly giving me an unobstructed view of her fully aroused clit and pussy lips locked around my thick shaft. With each rising motion her tits jiggled beautifully. I was getting even harder when I felt her pussy clench me tightly. Her eyes shot open and a wordless cry escaped from her mouth as she came again but with a little less intensity.

I let her slide down and lie on her back. I knelt between her legs again and slipped my stiff member into her. She was still coming down form her previous as I lifted her legs over my shoulders. I started riding her deep stick, our bodies making slapping noises as I slammed into her. My balls were smacking her ass with every thrust.

"Yes baby... fuck me hard.... Just like that...", she panted as her eyes locked with mine. I saw the lusty need there again. I redoubled my efforts as I lifted her ass slightly of the bed and plunged into her as mightily as I could. I was splitting her pussy wide open with my rigid, arching rod. Her pussy lips almost felt as if they were sucking my cock when I retreated and hungrily accepted the fullness it offered when I plunged deep into her again. She was playing with her engorged clit as my thrusts gathered intensity.




Escaping the Friend Zone



"I'm going to cum again baby", she moaned.

"I'm with you. Cum with me. I want to feel you cum Carina", I urged her.

She suddenly lifted her hips into mine as her pussy pulsed around my throbbing cock. As she squealed with pleasure my convulsions started and I pumped stream after stream of sticky cum into that hot cunt. That seemed to increase her orgasm as she pulled me close onto of her, scratching my back with her fingernails. My deeply imbedded cock gave one final spasm and remained still...

I lay on top of her, both of us panting and sweating. She turned my head with her hand gave me long, deep kiss. Looking into her eyes I said, "I think I should email my cousin."

"What are you going to tell him?"

"I don't think I'll be able to go work for him anymore..."

Carina sighed contentedly as I rolled off of her, both of us falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms. I think it's safe to say that friendship is off the table now...



Escaping the Mundane



I wrote this while drunk. I'm only posting it here for a friend. Don't take my writing seriously.

It was a weekend of total liberation for Bram and Lynn... They had escaped from the boredom of their everyday lives to a semi-local gaming convention, only some two or three hours away from home. Lynn had a boyfriend and it wasn't Bram, unfortunately, but fortunately enough for Bram her boyfriend had bailed last minute on the con due to work. Bram and Lynn had promised up and down that nothing would happen between the two of them, and both had meant it... However, promises are fragile things, often bent and broken with enough motivation.

It was Saturday night when the straw finally broke the camel's back. Bram and Lynn had just come back from a rave at the convention, the heavy bass still thumping in the back of Lynn's mind as the swirling colors and lights lingered in her thoughts, a hypnotic blur. There had been alcohol involved... Not too much, of course, but enough to whittle away inhibitions. Slinking into the quiet and cool hotel room, Lynn made her way to the queen size bed and dropped herself on it with a contented sigh.

Bram followed shortly afterward into the room, lowering himself onto the bed and testing the resilience of the box-spring, bouncing slightly. "These hotel beds are always so stiff," Bram commented while running a hand through his short-clipped black hair, glitter falling off of him, "Heh... Stiff." Bram was never the type to miss an opportunity to make a dirty joke, especially around Lynn, they shared a flirtatious sort of friendship that was riddled with almost and exposure. Giggling and slapping Bram in the chest from where she lay, Lynn let her hand rest perhaps too long, her fingers tracing down Bram's abdomen, admiring his toned body for a moment.

Bram wasn't an athlete, per se, though he was certainly "fit"... Not overly broad, but slim and toned with abs that Lynn had always admired... He was tall too, something like five-foot ten. Olive toned skin with just the slightest of tans, quite a bit of Bram was on display now, covered in sweat and glitter from the Rave, wearing only shiny blue boxers and a pair of long-burned-out glowing wristbands. Against her better judgment, Lynn kept her hand on Bram's chest, her heart stirring as she pushed herself up a bit to admire those abs she liked so much. "Let's not talk for a little bit... Just, let's be quiet," The crimson-haired party-girl spoke finally.

Bram grinned back at Lynn and laid back, the repositioning causing the woman's hand to unintentionally brush over his package. That was probably the moment where the spark became the flame for Lynn when she finally realized the placement of her hand, Bram's rigid length pressing back against her palm as she allowed her body to work in spite of the dissonance brewing in her mind. Daintily wrapping her fingers around Bram's clothed member, Lynn would give him a gentle squeeze, her heart fluttering in her chest as she once again admired another quality of his that she really shouldn't... His rather large manhood.

"If... If we do something here, none of it can get back to my boyfriend," Lynn finally spoke, brushing her hair out of her face with her free hand. Hazel eyes met brown as Bram looked down at her, offering her a quiet nod of acceptance... "O-of course," he'd splutter after a moment to collect himself... That squeeze alone seemed to have rendered him nearly mute. Their agreement struck, there was little holding them back anymore besides the loyalties that hung in their hearts. Gingerly, cautiously, carefully, Lynn lifted herself up and then straddled Bram's knees, her hand still snugly wrapped around Bram's now throbbing member... She'd seen it so many times, but now here it was, in her hand at at her availability.

Leaning forward from where she'd perched on Bram's legs, Lynn finally released his length with slight reluctance, both her hands moving to his sides for balance as she hovered her face a mere few inches from his abs. "I've always wanted to do this, you know," the woman admitted with a bit of a giggle, running her tongue across his ridged stomach. The contact and the admission brought a laugh to Bram's lips and his abs flexed, all the more defining his stomach as she gave him a lick.

The two of them were barely clothed by now... Raves generally go by that rule. Lynn had been wearing a miniskirt with a lacy bra and panties, the bra already being stripped off of her by an eager Bram. Unfastening her skirt, she'd rise up a bit to pull it off before settling down on Bram's lap now, her heated sex separated from his length only by their respective underclothes now. There was something sexy about this closeness, they were treading on taboo, perhaps even spitting in its face as they pushed themselves together, grinding slightly to play. The mild tingle in Lynn's body built up to a buzz, a hot and needy buzz as she could feel her body readying for sex, hyperfocused on the limited contact between her and him.

They would continue this grind for almost five minutes before Bram had reached his breaking point.. He could no longer hold himself back from her, and as his hands found her sides, he'd pull her close and roll her over, wrapped up in her legs. "You'll have to forgive me later," Bram spoke down to her, "I've been needing this for a long time." "Oh god, you and me both," Lynn allowed herself to think. Slinking down her body, Bram lowered himself until his shoulders were between her legs, his gaze locked on the lacy green panties she wore that were now soaked with anticipation. Trembling fingers found their way to the last shred of fabric Lynn wore, peeling them away inch by aching inch, finally exposing the smooth and flushed flesh beneath, still connected to the panties for a moment by a thin strand of sexual fluids.

Up and off the panties went, discarded for the moment as Lynn was layed bare before Bram... This moment was all he'd wanted all night, and now that she was exposed to him, all he had to do was go for it. Pressing his lips to Lynn's tender flesh, he'd inhale the scent of her desire, shivering slightly as his heart skips a beat. Lynn's own body would react to the contact, a leg looping over his shoulders to keep him there as she whimpered, "Keep going." That was all the urging he really needed. Burying his face in her sex, Bram lapped and licked, prodded and tasted with his tongue, probing deep within the folds of her sex to bring her pleasure. He'd trace every inch he could reach, exploring her and devoting this moment to memory as the buzz built for the both of them.

Their needs were dire by the time Lynn spoke next, her body shivering as every probe of Bram's tongue caused her to flinch and squirm. "Please... Just come up here and fuck me," Lynn begged with a breathy voice, having long disposed of thoughts of her boyfriend, "Let's just fuck... I need it." Obeying as he was commanded, Bram rose up from between her thighs and reached for the last shred of clothing he had remaining... Those silken blue boxers. Lynn had seen his cock before, but when it sprang free of the cloth this time, it was a completely different experience for her... He was large, very large, and curved just enough that she knew it was going to be an incredible night for her. As Bram lined himself up with her, Lynn wiggled herself down lower, the tip of his length working into her and spreading her walls... God she was so hot and ready. "Come on," she pleaded, and he responded with just what she wanted, pushing forward and giving her every last bit of his length.

"My god, he's so deep," Lynn revelled in her mind, her body syncing with his instantly as she pulsed around his member, her walls rippling around his hot hard length. This new object embedded in her, it brought her so much pleasure with each stroke, every sensitive area being stimulated. He remained close to her, keeping as much of himself in her at all times. His mouth sought hers in the middle of it all, balancing the need for breath with his desire to kiss, their breathing becoming ragged as she clawed at his back, nearing her peak. Gasping, whimpering, moaning, the two of them continued their dance at a frenzied pace, their pleasure coming in waves until finally Lynn couldn't take it anymore. "I'm... I'm gonna... I'm so close, Bram," Lynn urged Bram on... This admission was enough for him to stop holding himself back, and as she rippled around his length and convulsed with pleasure, he embedded himself as deeply in her as he could possibly go, allowing himself release as he timed his own orgasm with her.

His arms collapsing under the weight of his body as they finally come down from their highs, Bram pulls himself from Lynn, rolling over next to her and cuddling up. The guilt would hit later for Lynn, she made sure of that, she wanted to at least enjoy this moment for now. She wouldn't even realize that sleep was creeping up on her, one moment she was staring at the ceiling through half-closed eyes, the next she was on her side staring at Bram who was holding her hand.

"Maybe I could sleep a little more..."



Escaping the Rat Race



The brim of the ragged straw hat cast a pleasant shadow over his clear blue eyes. He leaned back stretching his legs against the front of the teak lined cockpit. The sails were down, the boat bobbing lazily in the hidden cay. A month of sailing had got him to his destination. It hadn't been all relaxation. For several days along the coast he had run into some rough weather. But having endured he was now basking in sunshine. He wore no shirt or shoes. Straw hat and shorts were all anyone should need. A darkening tan covered his body. Stress had been left behind when he cast anchor and left the north country. It was a quick lesson, living to make money = stress; living to survive = enjoy life to its fullest.

It had been two years since leaving, and he hadn't regretted a minute. Life has a way of pointing to the truth, all we have to do is keep our eyelids open. But right now he couldn't keep from drifting off to sleep.

Breath of Life, is the name of his ship. A 40' cutter bought off a man and wife from Vancouver, BC. Built in 1969 the couple had owned her for the last 25 years. She had great lines. The ship that is. Her hull had just recently been overhauled and there had been minimal work left to get her seaworthy.

Before becoming a vagabond he once had a top secret job working for the Man. That's where he met her. As the saying goes, 'Timing is everything'. Her name is Lucy. He was two years her senior. Around 5'5", she had a cute little figure, with just the right amount of meat on all the right places. Her devilish smile could warm any heart. Especially his. A spattering of freckles across her nose and deep blue eyes that seemed to cut deep into a man's soul.

And following the words of our President, "I did not have sexual relations with Lucy."

Not that he didn't think about it daily. His one desire was to feel her sopping wet pussy sliding up and down on his rock hard pole. He envisioned her feet straddling his waist. Those dripping wet lips poised millimeters from the mushroom shaped head of his circumcised cock. Then quickly lowering her hips to impale herself on his engorged cock. How she lifted herself, straight up and then plummeting down, over and over, as if she were on a trampoline. Her 36C cup breasts with their pink nipples bouncing to the rhythm. As she leaned backward, her naturally curly light brown hair cascaded down her back. Hearing her moaning in pleasure, as her pussy swallowed up his glistening shaft until at last, a torrent of white hot cum filled her throbbing snatch. Screaming out as her orgasm overtook her, their juices intermingling as she continued her wild ride.

But it was not to be. At least not the fucking. For they were in other relationships. So to remain faithful she offered up her hot wet pussy to be licked and suckled. And with her mouth and tongue she worshipped his manhood. Sucking his rod like no woman has. Before or since. To say the least, her blow jobs were transcendental.

Within two years she took a job with a financial firm providing her with all the security a girl could ask for.

For over 10 years they communicated. As friends. They would text or talk of love, sex, travel, and adventure but when asked to chuck it all and leave she couldn't.

With time, contact became less and less. He was sure she had moved on.

He had chucked it all. Finally! He was not old enough to retire. But after working for the government for over thirty years they don't care how old you are they just kick you out. And he was thankful.

Now he was just off the coast of Panama having crossed through the Canal. A squall forced him below deck and he was hunkering down for some much needed rest. Turning on his computer for the first time in a week he began perusing the countless emails he had received. Deep down he hated emails and texting. Like English food, bland. No voice inflections or body language to help communicate. Only monotone type, WTF, BFF, LOL, :).

In amongst all the jokes from old coworkers, Northface advertisements, one caught his eye. it was from Lucy!

Caught off guard he hesitated momentarily. It was usually he who initiated a conversation. And why now after so long? 

My finger click down on the mouse.

Do you still want to see me?

He pondered. You can never be too sure about people. They never say what they mean. Usually they act strictly out of emotions. In this instance perhaps in a tizzy she sent this email and five minutes later regretted it. But as he rested safe in his cabin he decided to reply. In Times New Roman of course.

who is this? He paused momentarily before hitting send. He knew that this three word sentence could be a game changer. If she really knows him she will play along. If not, she will be pissed.

In the back of his mind he could honestly say he didn't expect any response. Especially one so soon. Within minutes.

LUCY you wise ass? Have you forgotten so soon?

'Forgotten. Hell, it was I who tried to keep the relationship alive. Short of abducting you, Lord knows all the emails and texts I sent. Every holiday including your birthday.'

So much for internalizing his rant. He decided to send the wittiest of remarks.

:-)

Before she could respond he decided to follow it up with a more civilized answer.

currently headed to warmer climes. wanna come? - 6

For clarification, He's a Pisces. A water sign. The Fish. The shape forms a perfect 69. It had come about when they were both younger, wilder, and madly in lust. To circumvent any chance of outsiders from reading their correspondence they had concocted a language based on numbers. Both of them enjoyed not only the mind exercises of deciphering coded messages but the excitement of communicating nasty thoughts to each other. In private. His number was 6. It was to remind Lucy how much he loved going down on her. And her's was 9. Though he thought she had forgotten by now.

Yes, are you still interested?

Wow! He never thought he'd see this day.

Let's just say in two weeks I will be docked in Castries, St Lucia. if you're so inclined I will send you a plane ticket. Join me.

No sooner had it been sent when the following appeared in the upper left hand corner of the screen.

No Service.

Just his luck, or Kismet. As Lucy would say. Fate. He had to wait 'til he approached closer to land before receiving her response. That was a long two days. When he did, he was more than surprised.

99999999999

He was speechless.

Fair winds carried the Breath of Life and it's sailor to the Castries, on the Isle of St Lucia part of the Windward Islands. A relatively small island with less than a couple hundred thousand French/Creole speaking people.

The activity of the harbor welcomed him in. Cruise ships were docked with thousands of tourists descending upon the city. The noise was a stark reminder of what he had left behind not so long ago. Setting up at the small internet cafe closest to the marina he emailed Lucy.

still ready for an adventure? - 6

Yes - 9

Thats a good sign. he thought to himself, Moments later he quickly booked her flight. Then he waited. In Paradise. 



Escaping The Spell



As always thanks to my editor CheerSmartie_526. This one is a bit long, I hope you enjoy it. 

*

It was a clear night, unseasonably warm for the end of October. The full moon gave the landscape an eerie glow that was perfect for Halloween. Two individuals sauntered down the street.

"It was a pretty good party, at least until the cops showed up," Wayne lamented.

"You'd think they would cut us a break on a Friday night, it wasn't that loud," Danica replied.

"It wasn't the noise that made them break it up, there were a couple people in the backyard smoking something and they showed the cops a fake prescription. I think that is what pissed them off," Wayne explained.

"This is why we can't have nice things," she replied with a laugh.

"I can't believe Karen and Sam ditched us, they knew we needed a ride home," he said.

Danica grinned, "They didn't exactly ditch us... I'm sure they thought they would be back before the party ended."

Wayne stopped, "Where did they go?"

"Parking," she replied.

"As in?" he asked.

"As in get in the back seat and fuck, how did you not know that? It seems like every time a couple is out of sight for more than a minute all the guys are like 'she's on her back', and it was pretty obvious those two were only interested in one thing when they were at the party," Danica said.

"Sorry, not wearing the horny guy hat tonight," he said.

"Yea, what is your costume again, the evil pharmacist?" she teased.

"Dr. Frankenstein, at least mine is a little scary. How is your costume scary, are you some kind of zombie flapper?" he retorted.

"Girls get a pass on scary, we can also go with sexy, and this is very sexy," she replied defiantly.

Wayne nodded, she had a point. Girls did get a pass on scary, and she was right, it was sexy. Her costume clung tightly to her body. Danica wasn't the sexiest girl he knew, but she was probably the most awesome. She was just enough of a tomboy to be fun, but she was still clearly a girl. A day did not go by that Wayne wished he could find a way out of the friend zone. He cringed when he saw Danica on dates, she had an inexplicable attraction to bad boys, but it appeared the attraction was not mutual. She even referred to herself as 'One date Danica'. He had suggested they go as Frankenstein and the bride of Frankenstein, but she had already fallen in love with her 1920's flapper costume.

Danica wondered if Karen was still getting fucked. Sex both fascinated and terrified her, which was why she was still a virgin at the ripe old age of nineteen. All of her friends had lost their virginity in high school, but she never went all the way. Partially because she had a contrarian streak in her, she sometimes refused to do something precisely because everyone else was doing it. And partially because the guys that were willing to have sex with her just didn't get her juices flowing. She had hoped that Wayne would pick up on some her hints, but he seemed content to be a shoulder for her to cry on each time a guy dumped her, or worse, cheated on her. She had hinted that he should pick a gangster costume to match her outfit. She knew he would look awesome in a suit and fedora, but he was fixated on being Dr. Frankenstein. Wayne interrupted her musing with a question.

"Should we be turning left somewhere?"

"Not until after this cemetery and it is pretty big," she replied. 

She was quite familiar with this cemetery; several of her relatives were buried here. There was one grave in particular she visited often, even though she had never met the person in that grave.

"That's right, whose idea was it to walk home past a graveyard on Halloween?" Wayne asked sarcastically.

"It is the quickest way home. We can take a shortcut through it, maybe we can find a coven of witches casting a spell," she teased.

"If they look anything like the witches at the party I'm all for it," Wayne replied, recalling the twelve women at the party accompanied by a very lucky man in a devil costume.

Danica had to agree with him, the witches at the party did look good, even if they were not very creative. She had noticed Wayne admiring the members of the coven, but was not surprised he kept his distance. She knew he dated, but could not recall him ever having a steady girlfriend. 

"Would you mind if we took a little detour? My great-great aunt is buried here, I just want to check on it, make sure someone did do something stupid," she said. 

There was another reason she wanted to see Aunt Vanessa's grave, but she wasn't ready to share it with Wayne yet. During her genealogical research Danica had found her great Aunt's journal. In it her aunt revealed that she practiced magic and that she had cast a spell that joined her to Stanley, her fiancé. At first Danica had discounted the writing as fantasy, the more she learned about her aunt the more she believed it was possible her relative was a white witch. Halloween with a full moon seemed like the best time to visit the grave of a witch.

"Sure, let's spend some more time wandering through the graveyard at night," he replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

"It will just take a minute," she replied.

"Great-great aunt," Wayne said, "did you know her? It seems like she would have died before you were born."

"She did, way before I was born. I was doing some genealogy research a few years ago and discovered her. She looked a lot like me, and I've always felt this connection to her. The first time I visited, her grave was in pretty bad shape. She died young and most of her family moved away, so there was no one to look after her grave. Her story is pretty sad," Danica explained. Again she left out a bit of information. When she was cleaning up Vanessa's grave site she noticed something near the bottom of the headstone. When she moved some soil away from the base she discovered some additional inscriptions. It took quite a bit of research, but Danica eventually learned that it was part of the spell her aunt had written about in the journal. The discovery made Danica feel even closer to Vanessa.

Wayne looked up, he expected to see rain clouds forming, and that would be on par for the night. He was wandering through a graveyard at midnight while the girl he had a secret crush on talked about her long dead aunt. He could not think of any way to steer the conversation in a positive direction.

"What happened?" he asked, resigning himself to hearing a tale of woe.

"Vanessa was engaged to her high school sweetheart, but before they could get married he was drafted and went to Europe to fight in World War One. Stanley was killed in a battle. The next morning her family found her dead, clutching a picture of her fiancé. They didn't hear of his death until a few days later, but somehow she knew," Danica said.

"So she killed herself?" he asked, wondering if the story could get any more depressing. He knew some of his distant relatives had been in WWI, but had never bothered to do any research.

"No, at least not that anyone could tell. They decided she died of a broken heart, that somehow she knew he was dead and did not want to live without him. A lot of the soldiers were buried in Europe, but the family had his body sent home. They had a wedding ceremony instead of a funeral. I'm not sure how that handled the 'till death do us part' thing," Danica said. She reached under her shirt and pulled out a pendant.

"What's that?" Wayne asked.

"It was hers," she said, opening it to reveal two portrait photographs.

The full moon provided just enough light for Wayne to see the pictures. He guessed the people were Danica's great great aunt and her fiancé. The resemblance between Danica and Vanessa was uncanny, almost to the point of being unsettling. The young man's face was partially obscured by a full beard and mustache, but Wayne admitted to himself that the dude was handsome. He watched Danica walk up to a pair of headstones and run her hands over each of them, then kneel between them. He joined her.

"So sad," Danica lamented, "makes you want to live for the day, doesn't it"

"Yea, it does. You really feel a connection to her?" He asked.

"Kinda, is that weird?" she replied.

"It's cool. I dare you to lie on her grave," Wayne said, then realizing how creepy it sounded.

"Really, well I double dog dare you to lie on his," she responded, moving toward the grass in front of the tombstone. 

She should have been offended by his challenge, but she wasn't.

The response surprised him, Wayne expected her to chicken out. The idea of lying on top of a body seemed spooky, even if it was six feet underground. He waited for Danica to stop, to admit she was bluffing, but she didn't. She stretched out on the grass and folded her arms just below her breasts. He looked at the headstone. Stanley Wilkinson 1894-1917, Lieutenant Army Air Corp. The name sounded familiar, but he wasn't sure why. He guessed there was a street named after him or a monument in town. He looked back at Danica, she appeared to be asleep. He reclined on the soft grass and closed his eyes.

Something stirred deep below the young woman lying on the ground. A spirit had been awakened by a very specific combination of factors. Effortlessly it passed through the earth as it had many times before. But unlike every one of its previous journeys the surface was not a barrier, rather it was a conduit to a very special individual. A short distance away another spirit awoke and followed a similar path.

The soft rustle of the grass caused Danica to open her eyes. She had not been sleeping, just trying to imagine what it would have been like to be alive in 1917. No internet, no cell phone, no worries about nuclear terrorism or global warming. It seemed like another world. She turned and looked at Wayne. He appeared blurry; she blinked a few times and tried to focus. The haze faded away and she saw him sit up and turn towards her. When he looked at her she felt something different. It took her a few seconds to realize it was desire. Not just the usual schoolgirl crush, something inside her wanted to feel him.

Wayne wasn't sure how he came to be sitting up. He remembered lying down on the grass and now he had turned to face Danica with his legs extended outward. Something did not seem right, the woman in front of him was subtly different that Danica, her hair was a bit longer and her skin was lighter. He began to think he was dreaming. Wayne tried to stand up, but his body refused to budge. He tried to speak, but there was no sound. He concluded it was a dream, and he was nothing but a spectator in it. He saw Danica open her eyes and look towards him. Her mouth moved, but he heard nothing. This was turning out to be a strange dream.

In the blink of an eye Danica found herself standing in front of Wayne. His face was blurry again, she thought she was seeing double. His lips were moving, but she could not make out what he was saying. She tried to read his lips, and the first word she made out sent her mind reeling. He had said Vanessa, her long dead aunt's name. Danica let her eyes relax and when the double vision went away she realized she was looking at Stanley just as he appeared in the locket around her neck. She pinched herself, surely this was some kind of bizarre dream, but the tingle of pain as she squeezed her skin between her fingers indicated otherwise. She tried to step back, but this time her body refused the command to move. She realized Wayne had put his hands around her waist.

Time seemed to move in fits and starts as Wayne's dream progressed. He stared at Danica for what seemed like a long time, and then the world seemed to fast forward and he was standing with his arms around her, pulling her body against his. Her firm breasts flattened against his chest and her warm breath flowed over his neck. He liked where the dream was going.

The same sense of longing Danica felt each time she visited her great; great aunt's grave was back, stronger than ever. It seemed to diminish as Wayne's arms wrapped around her body. Something strange was going on, she wondered if someone had slipped a roofie into her drink. The double vision and dreamlike state should have been setting off alarm bells, but Danica felt quite at ease. She wasn't sure what was happening, but her instinct said to relax. She looked up at Wayne, something was quite different. His eyes looked the same, but his face had changed. His nose was a bit crooked, like it has been broken at some point. The most noticeable difference was the full beard. She reached up and stroked his face. Her fingers disappeared into his facial hair, but she could not feel it. As she stared at his face it began to return to its familiar appearance. Danica half closed her eyes and relaxed and his appearance changed again. The beard returned and her fingers could feel the coarse hair on his face. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming, had been drugged or if the cause was something else, but she decided not to fight it. She felt comfortable and safe, which surprised her since she was standing in the middle of a cemetery at midnight.

This wasn't the first time he had held Danica in his arms, but it was the first time he had done it with an erection. He had no doubt she was aware of his condition, her body was pressed tightly against his, there was no way she could miss the bulge in his crotch. Her breasts were flattened against him, but between his costume and hers he could not tell if her nipples were hard. He looked down at her, something was different but he could not put his finger on it. Her lips were moving but he could not make out the words. Then suddenly their lips met. Kissing Danica was something he had thought about for years, but never acted on. He had fantasized about it, but what he had imaged paled in comparison to what he felt at the moment. His lips moved to her ear, then down her neck. His fingers sought out the zipper on the back of her dress. This had to be a dream; Danica would never want him to do this, especially in the middle of a cemetery. Wayne didn't care that he had no control over this dream, it seemed perfect.

When the zipper reached the middle of her back the dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Danica didn't regret her decision to go braless, even thought it meant she was now half naked in a graveyard. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his soft lips moving further and further down her body. The rough hair of his beard brushed against her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. His hand caressed her other breast. She had let one or two dates get to second base, but it was nothing like this. There was no awkwardness, just his fingers pressing into her flesh. His tongue circled one nipple as his fingers tugged on the other. She knew she was moaning loudly, but wasn't sure if any words were coming out of her mouth. A tingling sensation began to spread out from between her legs and she had no doubt that she was getting wet.

Danica's breasts were exactly as he had imagined them. Her nipples were not what he expected. Wayne thought they would be just a few shades lighter than her skin, with areola about the size of a pencil eraser, but they were much darker. Danica's nipples were more of a pyramid than a pebble on top of her breast. He cupped her breast in his hand as his lips moved closer and closer to her nipple. This wasn't the first time his hand had been on a woman's breast, but they have always been covered by some kind of clothing. Feeling her naked tit in his hand made his cock ache. Wayne began to wonder if this really was a dream, Danica's tits certainly felt real enough.

For the first time in almost one hundred years Stanley looked at the face of his beloved. She had told him that nothing could separate them, not even death. He had discounted her promise as being overly dramatic. In her letters to him she explained that there was a magical bond between them and somehow he would find his way back to her. Now as his spirit finally took control of the body he finally understood fully what she had told him.

His family had arranged for him to be buried next to her instead of in Europe, where the rest of the men that fell in battle with him were laid to rest. It was in death that he learned that Vanessa had been telling the truth. It had been both a blessing and a curse. He could sense that she was nearby, but he was helpless to do anything about it until certain conditions were met, and tonight everything had come together. He was surprised at how easy it was to assume control of the young man's body. Any guilt he felt about commandeering it vanished when he saw Vanessa. She was as beautiful and sexy as he had remembered. He commanded the body to stand and walked to her.

"Stanley," the young woman cried out. He recognized the voice as Vanessa's. The outfit she was wearing was a bit out of character, but he appreciated the way she looked in it.

"Vanessa," Stanley replied.

"We are finally together, but I fear it is not for long," she said.

"Then we should make the most of it," he said, wrapping his hands around her. The feeling of her body was better than he remembered.

"I suppose this is our first night together as husband and wife," she replied. 

She had a secret that only Stanley knew. There were members of her family that practiced magic. They had cast a spell that had joined her with Stanley. By adding her strength to his they had hoped to increase his chance of surviving the war. What it had done was give him the ability to perform a heroic act that saved many of his fellow soldiers, but the price was that when he perished so did she. It was a risk she had been aware of and a cost she was willing to bear to be with him forever. The wedding ceremony that had been held at her burial was a mask for the final part of the spell. Tonight the labor of her family finally bore fruit as she and Stanley were once again able to be in each other's arms. 

He quickly began to kiss her, expressing decades of desire with his lips and tongue, he practically devoured her soft flesh as he unzipped her dress and let it fall away from her nubile body. He had only seen her breasts once before, they had gone skinny dipping and felt very daring at the time. It was at a lake not far from their present location. He recalled the way the water lapped at her breasts as she floated on her back. Just like that night at the lake the full moon illuminated her gentle curves and dark nipples. Stanley pressed his mouth against her in a manner that did not reflect well on his upbringing. This was not a time to be a gentleman. He swirled his tongue around the crinkled flesh of her nipples and then lightly bit her with his teeth. The moan that emanated from her mouth was the sweetest sound his ears had ever experienced.

Vanessa considered her overly sensitive nipples a blessing. She had taken herself to the very edge of orgasm just by pinching and tugging on them. More than once she had fantasized about what her lover was doing right now. She looked down at him as he engulfed one of her breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes," she moaned. 

Stanley's response was muted by the flesh in his mouth, but she could feel his voice in her breasts and that only aroused her more. If she had been masturbating she would have put one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she came, but tonight she chose to leave it all to him.

Pushing her dress down until it fell to the ground Stanley continued to explore her body. He cupped her ass in his hand, pressing his fingers into the cleft between her two cheeks. Even though he was limited to seeing her tits he knew that she was almost naked. 

The realization that her great-great niece did not wear a bra or panties caught Vanessa off guard, she did not expect to be naked quite so quickly. She looked up at Stanley, who was still fully dressed.




Escaping The Spell



"This hardly seems fair, I haven't a stitch of clothing on and you are still wearing everything including a jacket," she teased.

Wasting no time Stanley shed the costume he was wearing. Vanessa smiled as she watched him strip off his outfit. He pulled the undershirt over his head, revealing a solid chest covered in curly brown hair that tapered down as it crossed his well defined abdominal muscles, exactly the way she remembered it.

Finally he pulled his underwear off and his erection sprang into view. She had felt it the night they went skinny dipping, but this was the first time she had seen it. It looked big, although she honestly had nothing to compare it to.

"Fair enough?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, putting one hand on his erection, "I hope I'm not being too forward."

"I'm not going to complain," he said. 

It was the first time a hand other than his own had touched his penis and it felt amazing. The sensation of her delicate fingers sliding along his rigid shaft and over the swollen head of his cock sent a shiver along his spine. He had already reached a state of arousal that would have taken several minutes of stroking with his own hand. He cupped her breasts in his hands, delighting in the feel of her warm, firm flesh. It had been decades since he had felt anything; the flood of tactile sensation was almost overwhelming. His left hand moved down her body, he was eager to feel her sex. When his fingers slipped between her legs it felt like she was melting. He pressed one finger between her labia, it was a snug fit.

The moment she felt him penetrate her Vanessa moaned. She had touched herself before but this was different. His finger was bigger and rougher. She began to wonder how her body would accommodate his thick cock. She had a pretty good idea what his girth was like, and it was certainly bigger than his finger. She kissed him on the lips, then on the neck and finally on the shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he asked as her breasts slipped out of his hands and her lips pressed against his chest.

"Something scandalous that my girlfriends told me about," she replied. 

Some of her friends had slightly looser morals than she did and had done wicked things with their boyfriends. Vanessa always pretended to be shocked at the debauchery they described, but she committed every word to memory. She had replayed those conversations thousands of times and now she was going to do more than just think about it. The coarse hair on his chest tickled her nose has she kissed him over and over. Her tongue found his nipple and teased it until she heard him groan with pleasure. She still had her hand wrapped around his erection. As her mouth got closer and closer she began to feel nervous. Her lips blazed a trail across his abdomen and then her chin bumped against the head of his cock. She pulled down on it until his cock was pointed straight at her mouth. She flicked her head against the tip, it tasted slightly salty. The she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth.

It was a sight he had imagined a thousand times but didn't think he would ever see, Vanessa's perfect ruby red lips engulfing his penis. As her head bobbed back and forth he could feel his orgasm building.

Having a mouthful of his cock felt awkward, it was not like she had imagined. Vanessa wondered how closely the body Stanley had possessed resembled his own. She followed her girlfriend's advice and focused most of her efforts on the head of his dick. She caressed it with both her mouth and her hand.

"That feels good," he moaned, "almost too good. I'm not sure how much longer I can control myself."

"So you like it when I pleasure you with my mouth," she said, taking a much needed break to stretch out her jaw, but continuing to stroke his erection with her hand. 

Her friends had been adamant about never completely stopping. She still wondered if his cock would it inside her pussy. It felt very large in her mouth and she had never had anything bigger than her finger between her legs.

"You don't have to control yourself, I want to...to..." Vanessa stuttered. 

She could not bring herself to say she wanted him to release his seed into her mouth. It wasn't something nice girls said, much less did. But for decades she had recalled her friends telling her in hushed tones how much men liked it. She parted her lips and inhaled his cock once again.

It had never occurred to him that she would fully pleasure him with her mouth. He wondered if the physical sensation he was experiencing also meant he would have physical limitations. He could feel the pressure building and knew that if she didn't stop he would not have a choice. He looked down at her and their eyes met. Even in the moonlight her green eyes sparkled. Having her stare up at him was the final straw; he raced past the point of no return and fell headlong into ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, yes Nessie," he cried out, calling her the pet name he had bestowed on her in the previous century. A burst of hot cum fired out of his cock, landing he knew not where. He looked down and was treated to the sight of sweet Neisse gulping down every drop.

His excitement was contagious. The sound of his moans heightened her arousal as his cock invaded her mouth. A salty flavor began to spread across her tongue. Her girlfriend has told her about this part as well. They had assured her that even if she found the taste to be unpleasant she should continue, to deny him relief could cause an injury to his male organs. Vanessa had been unable to find anything in the various medical books at the library to support these claims, but she didn't want to risk hurting Stanley. His orgasm exploded into her mouth, sending a jet of thick hot liquid down her throat. She could feel his rigid flesh jerk as it pumped more and more of his juice into her mouth. The flow slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. She milked his cock, squeezing the last drops out of it. She wanted him to know how much she desired him and everything about him.

While his desire remained strong the same could not be said of his erection. Even though he knew it would return quickly Stanley felt a pang of regret that he had allowed himself to finish in Vanessa's mouth. He wanted to consummate their relationship and at present was ill equipped to do so.

"Did you like that? Would it be wrong if I did?" Vanessa asked, licking a pearly drop of cum off her lip.

"Yes, it was amazing. Now I have something equally deviant to do to you," he said, kneeling in front of her and kissing her squarely on the mouth. Her mouth tasted and felt different, but kissing her was no less enjoyable.

A feeling of relief swept over her as he kissed her. She had been worried that Stanley would consider what she did a vile act. It was clear to her now that he approved of what she had done. He pushed her back until she was lying in the soft wet grass. His lips were following the same path they had earlier. They started on her lips, and then followed her jaw to her ear. After nibbling on her earlobe, he kissed her neck on his way to her breast. The trail of kisses began to meander around her breasts until his lips finally wrapped around her nipples. He had maneuvered his body so that he was kneeling between her legs. Vanessa realized his cock was less than a foot away from her sex. She began to think about how big it seemed in her mouth, and how snug just one of his fingers felt inside her. She began to doubt her ability to accommodate his girth. Every one of her friends said that losing her virginity would hurt, but that what followed made it worthwhile.

As he swirled his tongue around her nipples, Stanley grasped his cock. It had recovered most of its stiffness. It appeared he had inhabited the body of a rather healthy lad, and for that he was grateful. His lips began to blaze a new trail down Vanessa's body.

His mind flashed back to a different time. It was late at night, too late to fly. His mates from the squadron had gone out drinking and when they returned they were accompanied by several of the local prostitutes. The loud noises that emanated from the rooms down the hall left no doubt that the women were earning their pay. Stanley had looked up just in time to see one of them leaving. She stopped and walked towards him. "You must be Stanley," she said with a smile.

"I am, do I know you?" he replied.

"Not yet. I'm Monique. Your friends told me about you. I'm impressed by your discipline, I've known married men with less devotion," she said, slinking into his room.

"Thank you, I think," he answered.

"I'm sorry; I hope I'm not disturbing you. You must think I am a wretched woman for what I do," she said.

"This is a wretched place, at least you are not killing anyone," he said.

"I would if I could, my husband died in the trenches over a year ago. I wanted to find a way to sneak over to the German side and slit their throats, but I knew I wouldn't make it through No Man's Land. I decided if I could not bring pain to the Germans at least I could bring pleasure to those who kill them," she explained.

"I suppose that is one way of looking at it," he observed.

"I figure I'm going to get fucked by one side or the other, and at least you Americans pay me. The Germans just take... "She said, letting her dress slip off her shoulder. 

Despite his devotion to Vanessa, Stanley could not stop stealing glances at the young prostitute's exposed flesh. It didn't take long before she met his eyes as they feasted on her cleavage.

"You've never seen a nude woman, have you." she stated matter of factly.

"Vanessa and I went skinny dipping once, but it was at night and she was in the water pretty quickly. I saw her breasts, but that's about it," he confessed. For reasons he could not explain he felt very comfortable talking to her, even though she was a complete stranger.

"Well, it's pretty clear I'm not going to get any business from you," she said as she stood and walked to the door. Much to his surprise, instead of leaving, she shut the door and turned to face him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to give you some advice on how to please Vanessa," she said as she slowly undressed.

Stanley wasn't sure what to do. He could feel his face turning red. He could not look away as more and more of Monique's body became visible. He rationalized he would be foolish to turn down an offer of expert advice on a topic he knew almost nothing about.

"Am I embarrassing you? I don't mind having you look at me, you are fighting to free my country, this is the least I can do. " she said as the last bit of her clothing hit the floor. She slowly pirouetted in front of him.

As she turned, his eyes took in every detail of her body. She did not quite meet his expectation of a French prostitute. She had dark hair that was cut short, probably a concession to make it easier to care for. Her skin was light like Vanessa's. He stared at her breasts; they were average in size but appeared quite firm, with prominent dark nipples. The sight of her tits caused something to stir in his loins. The lust he felt was kept in check by his loyalty to Vanessa, but he could not bring himself to send the young woman away.

"So you have never been with a woman?"

"No, Vanessa and I will be each other's first."

"I'd like to show you a few things that she might appreciate."

The offer was impossible to refuse. More than once he had been witness to his fellow soldier drunken confessions about their first time, and he didn't want his first night with Vanessa to be a comedy of errors. There was no doubt in his mind he would enjoy the lesson Monique was about to give, but he accepted her offer for the pleasure it would provide Vanessa.

"Or I can leave if you think it is beneath you to watch a whore touch herself."

"Please stay, I'd very much like to learn from you."

Stanley watched as she cupped her breasts in her hands, jiggling them up and down. Her fingers drew together until they surrounded her swollen nipples. She clearly enjoyed putting on a show. Pinching the amber nubs on her chest she pulled the skin taut.

"Breasts are sensitive, but they are not as fragile as you think, it's good to push limits. Sometimes very good," she said, letting out a low moan as she tugged on her breasts. Releasing her left breast she let it drop down so that it rested naturally, then slapped the bottom of the round globe. 

The noise startled him, it had never occurred to Stanley that a woman would enjoy something like that, but Monique must have, because she did it over and over. Seeing the force of the blow ripple through her tit was mesmerizing. He noticed her other hand had slipped down between her legs. The small patch of hair above her pussy did little to block his view, and he watched eagerly as one of Monique's fingers disappeared from view.

"Come closer, it's important that you know where to touch." Awkwardly he walked across the room, trying to hide the erection that strained his trousers. It was a miracle that he made it across the room without tripping; he was not watching where he was walking. Instead his eyes were glued to her fingers and how they glided around her sex.

"Give me your hand," she said, extending her own. Stanley raised his arm and she grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards her wet slit.

"She should feel wet, like I do. If she isn't it means she's not ready... and needs more romancing."

Her flesh felt impossibly soft. His cock ached to join in the lesson, but he steeled himself against the carnal desires that threatened to overwhelm him. She tugged on his wrist and he felt something firm against his finger tip.

"That's it," she gasped, "that's my clit. Touching it is what makes me come, and it will make her come too."

"So I use my hand?" Stanley asked.

"Your hand, your mouth, your cock, just touch it. Be gently, it is very, very sensitive. Oh! Yes!" Stanley noticed she was moving his hand up and down.

"Now, put one of your fingers inside me," she moaned.

"I'm not sure..."

"You need to learn..." she groaned.

He pressed his finger between her labia, trying to mimic what she had done earlier, but her pussy refused to allow him in.

"Press harder, but be gentle," she counseled, "I have to work to make my pussy this tight, but she will be that way naturally if she is a virgin."

Thinking it was the size of his digit Stanley switched to using his pinkie finger, but her nether lips remained tightly sealed. He pressed harder and her sex enveloped him. He noticed that she was no longer holding his wrist, but instead was stroking her clit as his finger penetrated her. 

"More please, more" she begged.

Finally her muscles relaxed enough to allow his finger passage, but once he was inside they clenched down on him. He continued to push until his knuckles pressed against her sex. He could feel the firm nub of her clit, and recalling what she said he rubbed against it. The words out of her mouth were in French. He did not recognize any of them, but he understood the meaning. She grabbed his wrist and held his hand against her sex and she ground against it. Her breathing quickened and the skin between her breasts flushed. The muscles that squeezed his finger began to spasm and he realized he was watching her have an orgasm. All at once she relaxed and he withdrew his finger.

"Merci.... Thank you," she sighed. "No, thank you," he replied, hoping he remembered all she had taught him.

"I'm sorry I got carried away. This is the first time in a long time that sex hasn't been work. I hope I haven't..."

"No, you haven't. I'm glad I could bring someone pleasure."

"She's a lucky girl; I hope you see her soon." Monique said as she stood and started to get dressed.

"I hope so too."

"And if you need another lesson before you leave..."

"If I do I will find you."

For years Stanley had replayed that scene in his mind, usually with Vanessa taking Monique's role, but sometime he imagined it exactly as it had happened. But now he did not need to imagine anything. The body in front of him was real, and it was filled with Vanessa's spirit. He put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. Her hair was lighter than Monique's, but the rest looked familiar enough. Using his thumbs he spread her labia apart and probed for her clitoris. When he found it Vanessa gasped sharply. He tried to slide his thumb between her nether lips, but as Monique had predicted it was a very tight fit. Lowering his head he began to kiss and lick her.

On the advice of her friends she had touched her sex, but that had been almost a hundred years ago. Feeling Stanley's fingers exceeded her memories and dreams, and the soft wet feeling of his tongue was beyond anything she had experienced. A tingling sensation germinated in her sex and spread quickly. His mouth clamped down on the most sensitive part of her sex while his finger wormed its way into her pussy.

"Oh, oh, Stanley. It feels so good."

Encouraged by the sound of her voice he continued to lick, kiss and finger her pussy. When her hips began to rise he followed, not giving her any relief from his oral assault. Recalling Monique's comment about breasts he reached up and pinched one of her nipples, then tugged on the swollen flesh. When the sound of her guttural moan reached his ears he knew she was close. Pushing his finger deeper inside her he tried to recall what had pushed the French prostitute over the edge so many years ago. The tip of his finger pressed against something smooth and firm, bringing another memory back from the depths of time. That was it, that was what he had felt right before Monique was swallowed up by ecstasy. He massaged that spot while eagerly lapping his tongue against her clit. Her hips began to buck wildly and her cries grew louder.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Don't stop, don't stop," she screamed.

As her words became unintelligible he felt her pussy begin to grip his finger tightly. He released her nipple and then grabbed her entire breast in his crushing grip.

To say the experience was overwhelming would be an understatement. Vanessa had masturbated to what she thought was an orgasm before, but it was nothing like this. When Stanley's hand engulfed her breast she tumbled head over heels into a climax. Later she wondered if the distant relative whose body she was borrowing shared the experience, or if it was hers alone, but when it happened she was lost in the moment. A hundred years of desire and lust exploded and the warm tingling spread from the ends of her fingers to the tips of her toes. When it faded away she was exhausted, yet she was not fully satisfied. She wanted to feel it again, but she wanted to be joined with her true love when it happened.

Witnessing Vanessa's climax had resurrected his erection, and Stanley put it to use immediately. From his perch between her legs he pounced on to her naked body, the engorged head of his cock pressed against her soft labia. He pushed against her; despite the fact she was dripping wet he met with a surprising amount of resistance.

"It's so big," she moaned, running her fingers through the hair on his head.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She hesitated. As much as she wanted to be with Stanley, it wasn't her body that was about to be penetrated. She set her lust aside and tried to sense what her great niece would want. A sense of relief washed over her as she felt Danica approve and maybe even encourage her to continue. She bit her lip and nodded. There was a stab of pain and for a brief moment she feared that Stanley's throbbing erection would split her apart, but as he filled her sex all she felt was euphoria. The wait of over a hundred years was over. His lips pressed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth as his cock moved in and out of her sex. The tingling sensation returned, but this time it spread faster. Wrapping her legs around his waist she spurred him on with her heels, as if she was riding a wild stallion at full gallop. Each of his powerful thrusts sent her bounding towards a second climax.




Escaping The Spell



The experience was overwhelming and Stanley struggled in vain to rein in his approaching climax. Just the way her firm, round breasts jiggled against his chest each time he rammed his cock into her was enough to make him come. Adding the additional sensation of her sex squeezing his throbbing erection just wasn't fair. More than anything he wanted to make her come again, but when his lips touched hers he realized he didn't have much time. He slowed his thrusts and paused each time his cock was completely inside her, but there was no relief. 

When he stopped moving, she started, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and clamping down on him. Time seemed to slow down, allowing him to take in every arousing detail; her warm breath on his cheek, her swollen nipples against his chest, her heels pressed against his ass. Most of all he felt her all around him. It was the way her hot, wet pussy surrounded his cock that was going to make him climax.

"You're going to make me come if you don't hold still," he groaned.

"Good," she replied, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for another open mouthed kiss.

"Oh, oh, oh,"

"I want you to come inside me, "she replied.

There was no way he could refuse her request. Stanley felt his balls tighten, then a jet of hot cum erupted from his cock. He began to thrust again, riding the wave of euphoria for as long as possible. Raising his body up on his elbows he watched Vanessa's body respond to his relentless pounding. Knowing there was not much time left he started to fuck her harder and faster.

It was with nervous excitement that she had spoken the word 'come' to Stanley. She had been afraid he would have disapproved of such language; it certainly was not very ladylike. Obviously he liked what she said, and understood her unspoken desire to be fucked hard. She had enjoyed the slow lovemaking, the feeling of his cock resting inside her pussy, but it did not completely quench her thirst for him. Now there was a sense of urgency as he rammed his throbbing erection into her sex over and over. The feeling of being split apart returned. The newly discovered feeling of a proper orgasm began to build again as he battered her clit with each thrust. Vanessa felt just a twinge of guilt about the liberties she was taking with her great niece's body; surely there would be a price to pay for such decadent pleasures of the flesh. Those concerns were washed away when her climax suddenly erupted.

"Oh, yes, yes, harder, harder, ahh, ahh, yes, don't stop. I'm coming, I'm coming" she cried out. 

Using the word come to describe her climax must have been a contribution from her niece; it wasn't a word Vanessa normally associated with lovemaking. 

As Vanessa's cries faded to a soft whimper and her body relaxed underneath him Stanley slowed his thrusting, stopping with her impaled on his cock. The connection between them felt stronger than ever before.

"I love you Neisse, and I don't want to be apart from you for another hundred years." he whispered.

"I love you too Stanley and I don't think we will be apart for very long," she replied.

"How?"

"Magic."

At first the idea seemed farfetched, but then Stanley remembered he had died over a hundred years earlier, and somehow tonight he made love to his darling Vanessa. He didn't understand what she was talking about, but he chose to believe her.

"What can I do to help?' he asked.

"Be patient, let the young man have control of his body again," she replied. 

Vanessa considered trying to explain what would need to happen next, but chose not to. There were two ways for them to be together. The first was to simply steal the bodies that were borrowing and banish the spirits of Danica and her boyfriend to the graves they were laying on top of. It was certainly a tempting thought, but it was not her way.

The second way was much more complicated, and for the most part beyond their control. It would require Danica and Wayne to return during another full moon and surrender their bodies again, and it would require Danica to learn to cast a spell.

"I don't want to let go," Stanley protested, knowing full well he could not in good conscience keep possession of a body that was not his.

"I don't either, but it must be done."

Slowly Stanley rolled to the side and lay beside Vanessa. He felt her slipping away, and did the same.

Danica felt Vanessa's presence fade away, but it did not disappear completely. The sense of longing was gone, but Danica did not feel completely sated either. Vanessa left her with an understanding of what had happened, although it was difficult to believe. The spell had very specific requirements. It only affected the blood lines of Vanessa and Stanley's families, and it had to be two people that felt strongly about each other. The spell did not force her and Wayne to make love, it merely gave them the confidence to do something that both deeply desired.

For the first time Wayne noticed the cold night air. He realized that what he had just experienced had not been a dream. Danica was lying naked in the grass with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"I'm not sure what happened," he said.

"I think you just made love to me," Danica replied.

She paused, reconsidering her choice of words. She could have said 'had sex', o r 'fucked my brains out', and both would have been true. She liked the answer she had given even thought she was not sure the words were her own. She looked at Wayne, he appeared confused. Danica briefly considered trying to explain what had happened, but decided it would sound a bit farfetched.

"No, that wasn't me making love to you," Wayne said, leaning forward and kissing Danica on the mouth, "this is me making love to you."

He stroked her hair and looked into her eyes. She looked like herself again, the most beautiful woman he knew. He did not feel like a spectator anymore, but he did feel a bit awkward as he kissed her again. Wayne was shocked when she pushed him away.

"No," she insisted, "this is us making love to each other." 

She pushed him on to his back and straddled his waist, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She wasn't sure if the spirits had moved on, but if they were still around Danica was going to give them quite a show.

She ran her fingers through his curly brown locks, continuing to press her lips against his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she playfully reciprocated. She could feel his chest hair brush against her nipples as her breasts swayed back and forth above his body. It was different this time, she felt more. In their earlier tryst she felt like some of the intensity had been drained away, like she was sharing the experience and was being guided. This time every decision was hers and she felt each touch in its entirety. It made her feel alive.

The entire evening had been unbelievable, almost dreamlike. He wondered if he should pinch himself to see if he really was dreaming, but decided the feeling of her hot pussy against his aching cock was enough evidence that he was awake. Cupping her breasts in his hands Wayne wondered why they had waited so long to take this step. He suddenly noticed his hips were rocking back and forth, sliding the length of his rigid shaft against Dancia's sex. Was the spirit still controlling him, or was his unconscious mind making its desires known? 

Danica broke the kiss with Wayne, "I want you.... You inside me." She felt him squirm and the engorged head of his cock pressed against her labia. It seemed too soon to have him penetrate her sex so she wriggled away.

"Not like that, not yet. I want you inside my mouth," she whispered.

Dancia's words were both confusing and arousing. The debate between feeling bad about rushing things or happy about her offer was washed away as her lips began to blaze a trail down his body. Her breasts were pressed against his abdomen as her lips pecked at his chest. A chill passed through his body when she flicked her tongue against his nipple.

There was a certainly a sense of déjà-vu, but it was hardly surprising. Her previous experience still seemed like a dream as she worked her way down Wayne's body. Each time her tits bumped against his throbbing erection she blushed, which seemed odd considering what had just happened. Crawling backwards she swirled her tongue around his navel. Even though she could not see it she was very aware how close her mouth was to his cock. Blindly she reached down with her hand. When she found his rigid shaft she wrapped her fingers around it, once again astounded that it had fit inside her pussy. It felt much too big. She tipped her head down and gave his engorged head an open mouthed kiss. The spongy flesh felt quite different than the rest of his body.

It was different this time. Even though a blowjob had been part of their previous encounter it was more arousing this time. Perhaps because this time he did not feel like a spectator watching his own body from outside. He watched as she pulled on his erection until it was pointing straight up, then began to lick his cock like an ice cream cone. Watching her tongue flatten against his veined shaft sent a shiver up his spine. He resolved to stay in control. Somehow he would find a way to keep his orgasm at bay until his cock was buried inside her sex, but she was not making it easy. She was treating his manhood more like a Popsicle now, licking it from the bottom all the way to the tip, then wrapping her lips around the head and sucking briefly. Then she would start the entire process over again. Just when he thought he could not get any more turned on she lifted her head. As her hand stroked his erection she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do you like the way I suck your dick?"

"Uh-huh."

"Does it feel good to be inside my mouth?" she asked, hoping he liked her attempt at talking dirty.

"Oh, yes"

"Do you want more?"

"Oh yes."

"How bad do you want it?" she inquired, a seductive grin spreading across her face.

"Bad enough to do this," he replied, grabbing a handful of hair and pushing her head down until his cock filled her mouth.

Even though he almost made her gag on his cock she felt quite aroused. Maybe it was the hint of bad boy behavior, maybe it was knowing that she was pleasing him, or maybe she just liked sucking his dick.

"Play with yourself," he said.

The command caught her off guard, and she was not sure how to respond.

He repeated his instruction, "Play with your pussy while I make you suck my cock." 

This time he grabbed her upper arm and forced it down. Nervously she placed her hand between her legs. Heat radiated from her sex. When her finger touched the soft flesh of her labia she found it much wetter than she expected. Apparently having a cock shoved down her throat was a turn on. Danica tried to guess how many fingers it would take to equal the throbbing erection between her lips, and decided at least three, maybe all four. She tried to slip three between her nether lips, but she was too tight. She tried again with two, it was still a tight fit, but managed to penetrate her sex. Burying her fingers in her pussy was not the way she usually masturbated, but tonight it was what she craved.

Knowing what she was doing was a turn on, but he wanted more. Reaching out he put his hand on her back and pulled. She responded perfectly, slowly rotating her body until her ass was pointed at him and he could watch her fingers slide in and out of her pussy. During the entire maneuver she continued to suck on his cock.

"Mind if I help you out?" he asked, putting his hand on her ass.

She grunted an answer as best she could with a mouth full of cock and tried to nod.

The constant stretching was causing her jaw to ache, but not enough to make her stop. The feeling of him touching her perineum was a welcome distraction. She wondered which finger he was using, but not for long. The moment his digit pressed against her labia she knew it was his thumb. It joined her fingers, stretching her sex out to equal the rigid flesh that filled her mouth.

It seemed surreal to see his thumb vanish from sight. He took in every detail of what he saw, especially the wrinkled pink flesh of Danica's sex and the way it wrapped around his thumb. He watched as her fingers emerged and played with her clit. Although she still had his cock in her mouth it was obvious she was putting most of her attention on the events between her legs. She pushed back until his thumb was as deep inside her pussy as possible, then pinched and rubbed her clit. It wasn't clear if she was showing off for him or enjoying herself, it didn't matter. The show she was putting on was just as arousing as the blowjob, if not more.

When she first felt him pull on her back she thought he was trying to 69 her, and was a bit disappointed when he stopped her short of straddling his face. Her attitude changed as his fingers pressed into her ass cheek and his thumb penetrated her sex. Any concerns about climaxing before him were drowned out by the wonderful sensation that was spreading outward from her sex. Knowing that he was watching her masturbate was not embarrassing anymore, now it was arousing. If the hardness of his cock was any indicator, he was very happy to watch. She pulled her head up and let his cock slide out of her mouth, then gasped for breath as her climax continued to build.

"Oh, ahh, ahh, ahh, don't stop, don't stop," she moaned.

Even with his lack of experience, it was obvious that she was about to come. He wriggled his thumb and felt her muscles begin to clamp down on him.

"Oh yes, I want to see you come."

There was no doubt he got what he asked for. She cried out, and then his hand and part of his arm were drenched with her juices. Her hand fell away from her sex and her cries turned to a soft whimper.

"I think you are ready..."

The words both thrilled and terrified her. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still echoing through her body, but she still craved his cock. More than anything she wanted to satisfy Wayne, but she had no idea how to do what he asked for. She had seen what he was talking about in a porn video, but wasn't sure she could do it.

It wasn't that cowgirl was his favorite position; in fact he didn't have a favorite yet. Wayne knew that if she was on top he could focus more on staying in control, and he needed every advantage possible if he was going to last long enough to satisfy Danica. The sight of her writhing on his cock would be arousing, but he could close his eyes if it pushed him to close to the edge. Tightening his grip on her hair he pulled her up until her face was above his. The fine sheen of perspiration that covered her face seemed to glow in the moonlight.

There was no mistaking what was pressed against her sex; it was Wayne's throbbing erection. But instead of his engorged head trying to plunge into her vagina she felt the rigid shaft pressed against her labia. Clearly at least one of them would have to move, but he was motionless, staring into her eyes. Without any warning he pulled her down and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. It was the complete opposite of his dick. Where his erection had been hard, it was soft. Where his cock stretched her lips apart and pressed against the back of her throat, his tongue was gentle and content to wrestle with her tongue. After a few blissful moments she broke the kiss.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

"Then saddle up, cowgirl," he said with a grin.

Danica straightened up, not sure what to do next. She felt his hand on her hip, encouraging her to rise up even more. Looking down she saw him grab his erection and point it straight up. He pulled her hips forward until her sex was directly above his throbbing erection, then he guided her down. Their eyes met, and she lowered her body on to his. It wasn't painful, but it was obvious that his cock was bigger than the two fingers she had slipped into her pussy earlier. She paused for a moment, trying to give her body time to adjust. 

If there was a more erotic sight than Danica's labia being split apart by his cock, it was beyond his imagination. Seeing his erection in her mouth had been quite a turn on, but it paled compared to this moment. She felt tight and wet and most of all she felt hot.

"More, I want more," he groaned, pulling her hips down.

"It's so big," she replied, not know what else to say. 

The sensation was hard to explain; logically it should have been the same as her fingers, but something was different, more than just the increased difference in girth between her slender fingers and his thick cock. She let gravity take over and sank down until her ass rested on his muscular thighs and his throbbing erection filled her sex. As she leaned forward her breasts swayed slightly and an unexpected moan escaped her lips. Normally she was oblivious to the presence of her tits, but now even the slightest movement sent a shiver down her spine. 

Rocking her hips side to side, then back and forth she explored the way it felt to have his erection buried inside her body. When she found the perfect angle Danica began to ride his cock. Sometimes she barely lifted her hips, enjoying the way it felt to grind her clit against his body, other time she raised her body up until just the very tip of his erection was between her labia, then sank down and relished the feeling of being penetrated.

Even though he felt guilty about it, the temptation to watch her pussy swallow up his cock was irresistible. When Danica closed her eyes he stole a quick glance, and then felt embarrassed when she caught him staring at her pussy.

"I don't mind if you watch me," she purred, craning her neck to look past her breasts and see what it looked like to fuck him. 

The slight sting she felt had faded away has her body stretched to fit him perfectly. The tingling sensation had returned, but she didn't just want another orgasm. She wanted to make him climax.

"I want you to come inside me." Just saying the words accelerated her towards bliss. He reached up and pressed on the bottom of her chin until her gaze met his. Of all the sights he had experienced, the most arousing was looking into her eyes. It would not be long before he satisfied her request, and there was little he could do about it. Cupping her breasts in his hands he pinched her swollen nipples between his fingers, and then tugged on them.

"Oh, yes, oh, baby, you're going to make me come if you keep playing with my tits. Oh, ah, ah, don't stop," she moaned, pressing her clit against him. 

"Ah, ah, I'm going to come," he replied.

"I want it, come inside me, please come inside me... let it go..." she begged. Her words degenerated into something unintelligible as the most powerful orgasm of the night engulfed her body.

What pushed him over the edge was the feeling of her sex clenching down on his cock. The moment he realized she had climaxed his own orgasm spilled over the dike of his willpower. His cock jerked and spasamed as it pumped a steady stream of cum into her pussy. As the waves of euphoria subsided he pulled her body tight against his and pressed his lips to her, and held the kiss until he was about to pass out from not breathing.

"That was amazing," she gushed.

"Yes," he replied, still gasping for breath," amazing."

"Can we stay like this for a while?" she asked.

"As long as you want," he answered.

As his words sank in Danica realized her true feelings for Wayne, and that he probably felt the same way. Perhaps it was her destiny to be with him, to have the union that Vanessa and Stanley had been so cruelly denied. Her thoughts went back to Vanessa. There had to be a way to find peace for her Aunt's wayward spirit.

By any measure this had been both the most wonderful night of his life, as well as the most bizarre. He had made love to the woman of his dreams, and shared his body with the spirit of someone that had been dead for a hundred years. Danica was still on top of him, her head resting on his chest. She was also still around him, by some miracle his cock was still hard, but he wasn't sure if was because he was still inside her, or if that part of his body was still possessed. Her breathing was slow and steady, as if she was asleep, but her body did not feel relaxed. He wondered what was going through her mind.




Escaping The Spell



Once again Danica felt her aunt's presence, but this time is was not dominating. This time the two of them shared her body. At first Danica thought it was just for the feeling of being with Wayne, but there was more. Although she never heard Vanessa's voice, Danica began to understand her part in what would happen next. It seemed impossible, but she could not deny Vanessa's request.

"I hate to spoil the mood...." Wayne said.

His voice brought her back to reality, "Then don't."

"I mean, what the fuck just happened?"

"I think that's exactly what happened, twice," Danica said with a laugh.

"I know we made love, but was it kind of strange the first time? Did it seem like you were not in control?" he asked. It was probably a romantic faux pas, but he needed to know what was going on. 

"You probably won't believe me, but I will tell you what happened," Danica said, "but we should probably get dressed first." The moment he was no longer inside her she missed the sensation of fullness.

Of course she was right, Wayne thought, but having her on top of him, and all around his still hard cock was something he missed right away. Regretfully, he picked up his clothes and began to get dressed; taking some comfort in knowing that there was nothing under Danica's tight fitting dress.

"Do you believe in magic?" Danica asked.

"Not really."

"I'm going to change your mind," she replied, then launched into her tale of love and witchcraft. She explained the spell, the ceremony and the connection between him, Stanley, Vanessa and herself.

"So I'm related to Stanley..." Wayne mumbled, realizing why the name sounded familiar.

"Yes, the spell would not have worked if you had not been part of the bloodline. There's something else I need to tell you."

Wayne's jaw dropped as she told him what needed to happen next. She explained what was required for the rest of the spell to work.

"Wait, they have to make love again?"

"Yes, before sunrise."

"Okay," he replied, feeling a mixture of jealousy and arousal. It was a bit strange seeing his body have sex with her when he wasn't in control of it, but there were certainly worse ways to spend the night.

"But this time we won't be there."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"It has to be where they first fell in love, and that wasn't in a cemetery. The only way they can leave is if we take their place in the graves."

"So I'm suppose to let a ghost take over my body, and I stay here as a ghost?' he asked, not sure if he believed what she was saying.

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Until they get back."

"And what if they don't come back?"

"Then we will be trapped here, just like they were."

The fact that her last statement terrified him was confusing. What she said was unbelievably farfetched, but somehow he knew it was the truth.

"Please, we have to do this," Danica begged, "I trust Vanessa, and you can trust me. We can't abandon them."

"If I say yes, and everything works," he said, still amazed at what he was saying, "then what happens?"

"Then they will be together, and they won't be trapped here any longer."

"So they go to heaven and we get our bodies back?" he asked.

"Maybe, if I understand it right.... or maybe they stay around and help people... I don't really know."

"And we get our bodies back?" he repeated.

"Yes," she assured him, "things will go back to normal."

Either Danica had gone completely insane, or his understanding of the world was woefully incomplete. If she was insane then there was little harm in indulging her fantasy, but Wayne believed her. The thought of being trapped in the cemetery forever terrified him. Danica's voice interrupted his waking nightmare of being a disembodied spirit.

"Do you know how Stanley died?"

It seemed odd that she expected him to know the answer, until that night he barely even knew of Stanley. It was probably a footnote in some book on World War One, but he did know the answer. He knew every detail. The Allied Powers line had been breached and the enemy troops poured through the gap. The fighting had spread to the town, the one where Monique lived in. 

Stanley's squadron was scrambling to slow the enemy's advance while reinforcements were called in. Over and over Stanley had made strafing runs until the machine guns on his biplane were out of ammunition. The airfield had been destroyed; there was no way to rearm. He had continued to buzz the enemy troops, hoping to distract them, and soon his plane was shot down. 

Stanley died in hand to hand combat defending the village. When the counter attack swept through, they found over a dozen dead enemy soldiers around his body. There were no witnesses to his bravery or skill, at least none that could put him in for a medal. But the people of the village knew he had saved them. Wayne realized how he knew the answer to Danica's question. Stanley had shared those memories. There was no way Wayne could abandon Stanley. 

"I want to help them," he said.

"Then take my hand..." she replied.

It happened much faster this time, probably because the young man expected it and did nothing to resist. It wasn't clear why he had once again possessed Wayne's body.

"Hurry," Vanessa said as she finished getting dressed.

"What's going on?" he asked

"We have to finish the spell, there's not much time. Get dressed and follow me."

It took only a few minutes for him to get ready, he started to put the lab coat on, but then offered it to Vanessa. As much as he enjoyed seeing her in the tight dress he knew she was cold. A smile spread across her face as she slipped it on.

"We need to go to the lake, and I'm not sure how much things have changed between here and there," she explained as they walked briskly through the graveyard. 

In fits and starts Vanessa became aware of Danica's knowledge of the town, and how things had changed. It was difficult to not stop and be in awe of the modern world. The lights were so much brighter, the cars so much faster and the streets so much wider. It didn't matter; the route to the lake was the same. From the cemetery they took First Street until it intersected with Main Street. 

Then it was less than two miles to get to the lake, two miles in some of the least comfortable shoes imaginable. She looked back at Stanley; he was stroking his cheeks, no doubt missing his rather impressive handlebar moustache he had worn after the military made him shave off his beard.

"Why are we going to the lake?" he asked, easily matching her brisk pace with his long strides.

"It's where we fell in love," she replied.

She was right, he recalled, it had been a moonlight night at the lake when he had fallen for her, and it was his second favorite memory of the lake. His favorite had been a few months later when they had gone skinny dipping. He wasn't sure how it fit into her spell, but if it meant spending more time together he wasn't going to argue with her.

"We... we need to be together again before sunrise," she said. There was no way to tell him what needed to happen. In the simplest terms he needed to prove himself worthy of being with her, but it would take more than just affection or kindness. If they were to be together he needed to be strong, if he wasn't the power of her magic would drive him insane, or worse. Stories of white witches falling in love, and then being betrayed by men had been told over and over. It was possible that they would be happy together, but it was also possible the relationship would end badly. In her case the risks were even higher because she didn't have family or a coven to watch over her. When things went badly it was almost always the same. The man would be corrupted by the power of magic, turn to the black side and kill the witch to steal her powers. 

Most of the time he would be hunted down by the dead witch's coven, but she had none. She tried to clear her head of those thoughts. Stanley loved her, and he was strong, which brought up an entirely different concern. As they hiked through the city she was reminded of the limits of a physical body. The aches and pains she felt were not just from the long walk in uncomfortable shoes. There were other muscles that were sore from being stretched and battered in new ways. This wasn't her body, and with Danica's spirit absent Vanessa knew she would have to decide what her niece would find acceptable. The question was how her limits would match up against the desires Stanley had accumulated over the last hundred years.

As they navigated the strange looking city streets, he thought back to an earlier time. He had taken Monique up on her offer for additional lessons, but most of them had been lectures over dinner. The stories she told contrasted starkly with her sweet and innocent look. With rapt attention he soaked in every word of advice on what he could do to please Vanessa, and what he should avoid. The most memorable lesson was when she brought a companion, another prostitute named Marie. After dinner they retired to his quarters with a few bottles of wine, and it wasn't long before the two women were naked and in each other's arms. He watched carefully at how they pleasured each other. What surprised him most was how rough they were, at one point Monique forced the other woman's head between her legs. As Marie licked and kissed Monique's pussy she furiously masturbated and it wasn't long before they both climaxed. 

They turned the corner and there it was. A sign marked the entrance to the aptly named Lakeshore Park. With each step towards the water, Stanley felt his pulse quicken. Just the sensation of a beating heart was intriguing, but his mind hungered for other things. He saw the rocky outcropping where he and Vanessa had first declared their love. That was their destination. He gripped her hand tightly and quickened his already brisk pace, practically dragging her along behind him.

The spot was a jumble of boulders; a curtain of trees hid them from the rest of the shoreline, but the view of the lake was unobstructed. Vanessa turned to face Stanley, his mustache and beard had returned, along with his crooked nose. It had been broken once in a fight, and again in a plane crash during his military training. 

What to say to him was a mystery, the youthful feeling of immortality had caused her to skip over the part of the spell dealing with death. She had thought she would have years and years to learn that part. What she could recall was that Stanley needed to prove he was her equal in spirit and willpower, and that he was not afraid to defy her. She looked up at him, his eyes smoldered with a century's worth of lust.

The overpowering thought in his head was this could be the last time he felt Vanessa's touch. She had cast the spell without asking him. Although her intentions had been good, the results were not. Being some kind of purgatory for nearly a hundred years was something he had been unprepared for. If the spell didn't work he might be plunged back into a nebulous world that lacked any kind of tactile sensation. Even if the spell did work he wasn't sure if he would ever actually feel her warm, soft skin again. If this was to be the last time he felt her, then he was going to make it something he could treasure for eternity. It should be something that reminded her that he was not a slave to her witchcraft. He peeled the jacket off her shoulders and placed it on the ground in front of her.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.

Without a word she obeyed his instructions. There was still a lingering ache in her jaw from what she and Danica had done earlier.

"Put your left hand between your legs and tell me how wet you are."

The request caught her off guard, but she complied with it. The folds of her labia were hot and dripping with a mixture of fluids. No doubt some were from their previous encounters, but she was confident that some were fresh. "I'm so wet..."

The words pleased him, but it wasn't time to put that information to use just yet. Bending over, he slid the zipper of her dress down until the garment fell away from her breasts, and then he stood up.

"Now caress your breast with your other hand."

Once again she complied, first caressing her breast, then pinching and tugging on her swollen nipple. Before tonight this was the way she had climaxed. Even before Stanley had left for the war she had laid in her bed with one hand between her legs and the other on her breast. Sometime she imagined Stanley gently making love to her, but the most intense orgasms were when she imagined him ravishing her.

His swollen cock strained against his pants, the moment he unzipped them it burst free. Apparently young Wayne had failed to put his underwear back on in his haste to get dressed.

"Open your mouth," he said, putting his hand on the back of her head. 

When he saw her lips part, Stanley pushed down until his cock filled her mouth. Only when she started to gag did he stop pushing, letting off just enough for her to stop. With one hand on her hand and the other wrapped around his rigid shaft he started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.

Vanessa was completely oblivious to the fact that he was acting exactly the way she wanted him to. Lust filled her mind completely. She didn't care that what they were doing did not satisfy the requirement of the spell. Her fingers worked feverishly, one on the smooth slippery nub of her clit, and the other on the amber rosebud of her nipple. At first she tried to use her tongue to pleasure his throbbing erection, but he was too rough, and moving too fast for her to keep up. 

The tell tale taste of his cum began to leak into her mouth, which only increased her arousal. The first time she had swallowed his seed she had not known what to expect, but this time she was prepared for it. Given the choice she would have preferred that he come in her pussy, but it was clear that decision was not hers. The tingling sensation in her belly started to spread and she did everything she could to encourage it.

At first Stanley had wished he could see more of Vanessa. He wanted to see her fingers vanish into her pussy and stretch the amber flesh of her nipples until it was tight, but now he was glad that he could not. It was difficult enough to control his orgasm now; actually seeing Vanessa touch her body would have pushed him past the point of no return long ago. It might be possible to last a bit longer if he thought of nothing but baseball, but that's not what he wanted. He wanted to savor the way it felt to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, the way her delicate pink lips felt on his rigid shaft, and the way her soft tongue felt against the engorged head of his throbbing erection.

"Oh baby, I'm going to come," he moaned. Seconds later he grunted and a jet of hot cum sprayed into her waiting mouth.

His orgasm triggered hers, and as she gulped down the steady stream of cum her climax flooded her body with endorphins. Even after she let her hands hang at her side the waves of pleasure continued make her body shudder. The last vestiges of her climax were still lingering when she heard his voice again.

"Stand up, turn around and bend over."

When she didn't respond to his command he grabbed her arms and pulled her upright, then spun her so she faced away from him. With one hand he grabbed her shoulder and pushed down until her hands rested on a rock, with the other he lifted her dress to reveal her shapely ass. Grasping his still hard cock, he pressed the tip against the dripping wet slit between her legs, then without warning rammed his erection into her as far as possible.

As she put her hands on the rock, Vanessa could see the sky over the lake begin to glow, signaling the approaching sunrise. She wasn't sure what would happen if they didn't complete the spell. The idea of telling Stanley they would have to return to the cemetery and surrender themselves to their graves was unbearable. Equally concerning was that she would be responsible for trapping her young niece and her companion in the graves. Perhaps Danica could find another spell, or at least visit them and allow her a brief reprise from the darkness. She recalled the words of a poem about it being better to have known love and lost it being better than never knowing it at all, and wondered if it was true. She hoped that Stanley was still blissfully ignorant of the consequences of the spell. His fingers pressed into her skin as he gripped her hips tightly. For a few moments she set aside her concerns and focused on what it felt like to have him inside her. Each time he buried his cock inside her sex, his hips slapped loudly against her ass. She wondered how long they had been making the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. Each time he penetrated her she thought a bit less about their uncertain fate and a bit more about how good it felt to be with him. When the first inkling of a climax bubbled up from her sex her hope was renewed. She focused all her attention on the symphony of their lovemaking. 

Without a doubt the percussion section was his powerful thrusts, but there was more. The way her breasts swayed back and forth added to the experience, as did the sound of his labored breathing. It was clear he was fucking her as hard as he could, ramming his throbbing erection into her pussy, and then pulling her hips back to finish impaling her on his manhood. The spark of an orgasm became a flame, and Stanley's grunts and moans whipped it higher and higher.

When he first bent her over, he felt exposed. The trees concealed them from anyone walking by, but they were completely visible to the lake. Anyone on an early morning fishing trip would certainly catch an eyeful. Those worries quickly faded away once he felt her all around his cock. The sight of her dress flipped up just enough to expose her ass was even more erotic than seeing her naked. Only the outside curve of her breasts was visible, but his memory and imagination filled in the rest. And yet he craved more.

"Look at me," he demanded, "I want to see your face when you come."

The sound of his voice pushed her over the edge. The climax that had been smoldering between her legs burst into an inferno. Her legs started to buckle, but his strong hands never let go of her hips. The euphoria spread through her body and then something amazing happened. It didn't feel like his cock was inside her anymore, instead he felt like an extension of her own body.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes. I want... I want... you... inside... in my pussy... I want..." she stuttered, not sure how to tell him she wanted him to fill her with his seed. She wanted to feel it running down her leg. She wanted to wrap her lips around his cock and suck out every drop.

When she turned to look back at him Stanley rocketed past the point of no return. He felt his previous climax between his legs, but this one was different. This time it felt like the essence of his entire body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes was flowing through his cock and into her wonderful sex. He could see her lips moving, but could not process what she was saying. He felt closer to her than ever before. The sensation of her pussy around his erection felt so good it was almost painful as thick, hot cum poured out of it. He stood motionless as she turned around and again sank to her knees. She grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks flexing inward has she sucked on his throbbing erection. Her tongue lashed his rigid shaft and the last few pearly drops bubbled out.

Then there was nothing but Vanessa. The lake, the sunrise, the wet grass, everything had vanished. Everything but Vanessa had simply disappeared.

The sunrise was blinding. Wayne blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light. The last thing he remembered was Vanessa telling him about her aunt. He remembered agreeing to help, and then everything went black. It reminded him of a sensory deprivation tank, but the blackness had been absolute. He had been alone with his thoughts, and they had all been about Danica. Was this how Stanley had spent the last hundred years? He looked down and saw Danica sprawled out on the ground in front of him; her dress was pulled up over her ass and pulled down to her waist. When his body tried to react to the sight a dull ache radiated out from his cock. It suddenly occurred to him that his pants were around his ankles, and he reached down to pull them up.




Escaping The Spell



"I'm not about to walk around here with my dork hanging out," he mumbled to himself.

The sound of Wayne's voice roused her from a peaceful slumber. Even though she didn't completely understand how the spell was supposed to work she was confident that Vanessa and Stanley had succeeded. The sense of longing that had been nagging at her all night was gone, replaced by a feeling of joy. The first rays of the morning sun were creeping across her body, which she realized was mostly naked. She felt exhausted and sore, but at the same time she was happy and relieved. She looked back at Wayne. He was zipping up his pants and looking quite disheveled.

"You look like a hot mess," she said with a smile.

"Not you, you look amazing," he replied. It was pretty clear that Vanessa and Wayne had taken full advantage of being in a corporal state; the stream of cum running down Danica's thigh was proof of that. It was slightly annoying that his cock refused to rise to the occasion, but that was only a temporary problem.

Danica stood up and tried to smooth out her outfit, "I should probably get dressed."

"Don't do it on my account, I think you look fabulous. Can you explain what happened?"

"Yes, but I'd like to get cleaned up first," she replied. Vanessa's parting gift had been one of knowledge; Danica understood they had successfully completed the spell.

"I think my place is closer, you can fill me in on the way."

"And you can fill me when we get there," she replied, and then put her hand over her mouth. At first she wasn't sure where those words had come from, but then realized Vanessa had left a few other thoughts behind.

"If you insist," he replied, taking her hand and leading her down the path.

"I do."

"Will it just be us?"

"I think so, Vanessa and Stanley are together."

"So they aren't back in the cemetery?" he asked. 

"Only if they want to be, they are free now. They could be anywhere. I don't think that will be visiting us again, at least not any time soon," she explained.

"Good, I'm ready to spend some time together, just the two of us."

Danica briefly considered explaining what happened to her and aunt his uncle, that they were free spirits that could travel the world, and that they could possess a body only if invited, but she decided to just enjoy the moment instead. There would be a time to discuss the ideas that Vanessa had left behind, but that time was somewhere in the future.



Escapism



This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over 18. Do not use this without my permission. (c) Copyright Viper_Noj 2002 onwards. Now, on with the story! 

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Driving through the darkening streets just after the sun had gone down was a distinct pleasure when it was in a brand new two-seater sports car. The sleek machine beneath him was a beautiful creation, raw and powerful with a soundtrack to match, and he felt on top of the world as he drove it through the darkened Californian streets. Just a touch on the throttle could elicit a stunning, evocative note from the exhaust that made him shiver and just feel so alive. It was certainly a great day, but unfortunately the car wasn't his own; it was all part of a carefully arranged PR event to promote the new car, culminating in it being shown off and chauffeuring the stunning Katy Perry from an album launch party nearby. After a day of other event work he'd had the chance to drive it in the beautiful west coast sunshine with the top down until it had faded, and was now on his way to the party for the event and promotion. He still had the top down though, the warmth of the day all around and the sweet sound of the car enough to prevent him putting it back up. 

After a short cruise along the freeway, he turned off into the hills and was treated to the fantastic dynamics of the car, tempting him to open the throttle a little and surge onwards. Relishing the bite of the front end and kick of the rear, he smiled to himself as he pushed the car to the rev limiter with a howl from the exhaust that sent shivers up his spine. Letting it run down, the engine overran and spat aggressively from the back, making his car loving self fall in love with it a little bit more. It stung a bit to know that, without a major change in his fortunes, he'd never own one, and this would be as good as it got for him. He gave a sigh as the lights of the posh house that had been rented for this event glowed into view from the darkness as he crested a hill and slowed the car, letting it gain maximum exposure as he slowly turned it into the driveway and climbed up towards the front, the sound reverberating off the glass frontage. He was pleased to find there were no photographers waiting, evidently all inside for the event, and so he just dropped it out of gear and sat for a moment, letting the engine settle down into a throbbing tickover. 

He rested his head back in the seat for a moment and closed his eyes, taking a breath; these things still weren't really his thing. There were too many phoneys for him, but it did allow him to drive the gorgeous cars and that just about made it worthwhile. He listened to the thrum of the engine for a few moments, intending to switch it off and get out to head inside when he heard the sound of a door and high heels on the ground, snapping him back to reality and his head around to face the intruder on his peace. He almost jumped as he saw Katy Perry herself clicking hastily towards the car; she was looking sensational in a strapless red silk dress, snug round her body and pushing up her incredible chest, framed by the tumble of dark curls of her long hair. The dress was quite short, looser than the rest of it and flicking sexily as she walked towards the car, her sexy, nylon-clad legs extending powerfully from beneath and down to her high heels as she approached the car, her gaze now set on him. Caught momentarily by the surprise of it, he sat up in the seat and reached for the door handle, intending to get out and greet her. 

"Don't get out, just let me in," she purred authoritatively in her Californian tone, making him sit back as she hurried to the door, pulling it open and stepping her sexy leg into the car. Swinging herself into the car, she dropped down into the low-slung leather seat, her feet pushing down into the footwell and causing her skirt to slide up a little. His gaze was already captivated by the singer, and now fell to her lap, being treated to the sexiest glimpse of her lacy stocking and garter belt as the red silk retreated up her thigh. His heart gave a surge and he felt a rush of excitement rush through him at quite possibly the hottest thing he'd ever seen, even though it lasted just moments before Katy pushed it back down and reinstated the mystery. She then turned to him as she reached up to brush her black hair back over her ear, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Drive," she said, just lowering her head a little to stare somewhat sexily at him. There was an instant where he couldn't pry his gaze away from her even as his hand found the controls and put the car into gear, his feet leading with a rev of the engine before he grabbed the wheel properly and let the car bolt, giving it a bit too much in his exhilaration and making it jump away down the driveway with a scrabble of the tyres. Katy pressed herself back in the seat and grabbed hold as he accelerated away from the glow of the house, and then turned to look out over the door, gazing back at it as someone hurried out after her to see the tail lights disappearing towards the road. He raised and then dropped his hands in frustration and slight despair as they escaped, the intoxicating note of the engine climbing as he powered out onto the road and up the hill away from the city. She sank down into the cabin, her long hair blowing wildly as she speed picked up, holding onto the handles and squeezing her legs together as he accelerated, noticing every motion of her fantastic body out of the corner of his eye.

As he took a few moments to think about things, he lifted off the throttle and looked over to her as the car gave an enticing burble, the singer gazing out over the door, and across the valley as they ascended. Turning back to him with a smile, she relaxed and sat up a little more, settling into her seat properly and pushing her hair back again.

"Thanks," she said, twisting towards him a little more, and undoubtedly noticing his glance down at her dress and at her legs, between his quick looks at the dark, quiet road. He let the car roll along at a steady pace to give himself time to take her in. He'd been expecting to meet the lovely Katy Perry, but not quite like this that was for sure and he really wasn't sure where this was all going. There were definitely going to be some people on his case for speeding away from the party with Katy in the passenger seat, but right now he didn't really care. 

"No problem," he murmured, keeping his cool and turning back to the road as they swept smoothly round a curve and continued effortlessly uphill.

"I just had to get out of there you know? All these PR things, it's just too much. All I've done for weeks is these kind of events and when I saw you outside..." she said, trailing off in her evident frustration. He kept silent, not knowing what to say and deciding it best to just let her move things along to begin with. It didn't stop him stealing glances at her as she stared off into the evening, the sky just about light along the horizon as it hid the sun from view. Her chest was magnificent, and that dress only made it more enticing to look at, though he made sure not to catch him openly staring at her as he steered them easily into the hills. 

"Just non-stop, I've had enough of them for tonight. Right now I just need to get out of there and blow off some steam, get a little crazy," she said, looking back over at him again.

"Sure, sounds more fun than another PR event," he said, sympathising with her since he'd been to enough boring functions in his time as someone building his career. 

"Sorry, I'm Katy," she said, extending her hand to him, "I didn't mean to be rude."

"Don't worry, you were kind of in a hurry," he replied, reaching over to take her hand as he let the car slow on a straight section, feeling the softness of her touch. He didn't let her go though, and with his heart pounding in his chest he put himself forward and pulled her hand closer to plant a kiss on it softly. As he released her he looked up to her, seeing her smiling girlishly, clearly charmed by his manner, which helped relax him and slow his racing pulse as he turned back to the road, unable to hide his smile however. 

"I didn't get your name," she murmured with a smile, eyeing him at the wheel of the sleek sports car. 

"I didn't give it," he said calmly, pausing a second before turning to look at her, catching the gaze of her big, beautiful eyes. There was a moment between them as she smiled playfully, letting her fingertips slide over the leather of the centre console.

"Dark and mysterious huh?" she purred, playing up to it all, somehow slotting neatly into the tension developing between them. 

"Hey, you wanted to get a little crazy. Running away with a handsome stranger is surely a good start," he said with a cheeky smile, looking over to her as he waited to see how she'd handle it. 

"I guess you're right. After all, who knows where this ride might take me," she replied slowly, letting her tongue just sensually extend to touch her full, red upper lip. It sent a tremble of excitement through him, and he let his gaze absorb it all, then look deliberately down her body, over her great rack, curvy hips and slender legs, then back up to her smile, which widened as she saw him blatantly checking her out. 

"Then let's go for a ride, Katy," he said, playfully accentuating her name as if to emphasize how he'd got hers. Turning back to the road with a smile and leaving her looking at him somewhat lustfully, he took a firmer grip on the steering wheel and pressed the throttle into the carpet to make the car surge forward on a tidal wave of torque, reacting instantly and bolting up the hill towards the night sky. The acceleration pushed them back into their seats, but Katy didn't grab onto anything, seeming to trust him as he opened it up a bit attacked the road as it snaked around the contours of the hills, braking firmly and turning into corner fast, making her give a delightful giggle. He couldn't help but notice out of his peripheral vision how her chest deliciously bounced and rose as he accelerated and braked, threatening to distract his focus from the road. 

She held on a little as they cornered, and then gave another smile as he floor it out of the bend, the car singing beneath them, being used as it was meant to. It was an exhilarating feeling to be pushing the fantastic sports car round this road, and with Katy Perry in the passenger seat it was just a dream come true. He didn't know that it was really her thing though and let the car run down from its peak to a more steady speed as the road flattened out for a stretch, calming down a little. After all, he didn't want anything stupid to happen, and it offered him the chance to take her in. She was now leaning over with her head slightly over the door, letting her long, silky hair blow in the wind rushing past, exposing her fantastic chest for his view. Bands of light rolled up the car and then over her body as they approached and passed street lamps, offering an area of focus each time as it caressed her curves, drawing his attention up her shapely legs, the pinch of her waist, her magnificent breasts as they spilled from her snug dress and then the slender trail of her neck before her beauty. The exhaust gave a crackle as he lifted off the throttle, at which she turned to look at him, catching him eyeing her up. He was caught but, aside from a quick sideways glance at the road ahead, couldn't pull his eyes away from the American beauty. 

"Faster," she purred, letting it drawl as a naughty, knowing little smile spread across her soft lips. He smiled in return, and gave a little raise of his eyebrow as if to question whether she was sure. Her smile still beamed as she gave the slightest of nods to him, taking hold of the handle on the centre console as he turned back to the road. With a quick flick he used the paddle shift to drop a couple of gears, the engine jumping up with a symphony of sound and then howling as he stamped on the throttle, thrusting both of them back into the soft leather as the car flew up the incline towards the next corner. Katy's smile turned to a grin as they accelerated, the dials climbing rapidly until he braked hard into a corner, throwing both of them forwards momentarily before he got back on the power a fraction early and kicked the tail end out with squeal from the tyres before it dug in and flew along again in the darkness. His heart was pumping hard as he pushed the car, relishing every moment of the engine note, the feedback from the steering, wind blowing over the screen and of course, the sight of Katy Perry in the seat beside him in her striking red dress.

Katy looked over at him as he focused on the road; he was certainly handsome, even though he'd made a joke about it, she thought it was true. The light reflected from the mirror was a strip cross his face, accentuating the concentration in his eyes, the focus and intent on both exciting and protecting her. She pushed her blowing hair back from her face as she looked him over in his nice suit, his red tie fluttering in the swirling wind blowing into the cockpit, taking in the careful movements of his hands on the steering wheel as he expertly took them through another bend that pressed her into the door, and then back towards the centre console and him, his fingers deftly moving on the paddle shift to urge the engine through its powerband, the throb of the engine a distinctly immersive sensation as it trembled through the seat into her at his command. As he opened it up onto another straight section, she reached up out the top of the car towards the dark, clear sky with its stars above and let out a huge scream of elation at the thrill of escape from the suffocating world of promotion and management. She grinned as he seemed to read her mind and accelerated, her sounds of escapism being lost to the night and drowned by the engine as it sucked in the cool night air. 

As he braked heavily into another corner she submarined slightly in the seat, the silk of her dress sticking to the leather so she glided over it, slipping her out from under her skirt slightly to expose her sexy black stockings again and their attached satin garters, the lace top hugging her thighs so perfectly, the garters leading up underneath her dress to hint at what lay beneath. She saw his eyes flick across to her, immediately drawn to the flash of lace despite his concentration, lingering as his hands drove automatically, steering the car through the corner until his gaze returned to the dark road, headlights tumbling across the contours of the tarmac as he accelerated again, thumping Katy back into the seat again before she pushed herself back up, sliding her ass deeper into the seat again to hide her underwear away again under the smooth red silk. 

She looked out at the city sprawling below them and the clear night sky, and then back across to him, glancing him up and down again and then taking in his profile, thinking again how handsome he was. As she took him in he turned slowly towards her, his eyes lingering on the road and then snapping onto her as if magnetically drawn, looking deeply into her eyes and then unabashedly down to her chest, taking in the sight of fantastic breasts as her dress presented them, before looking back up into her eyes as he let the car slow, the crisp air ripping around the overrun. She had just the hint of a devilish smile as she looked lustfully back into him, just letting her fingers curl slowly to tease at the short hem of her dress as she coquettishly bit her lower lip. 

He gave a slight raise of his eyebrow and looked back to the road, the moment breaking as she glanced back out of the car. His heart pumped against his ribcage as he made his move, sliding his hand to the gear shifter to take the car out of sport mode and back into drive, and then over the side of it and straight onto Katy's thigh, just letting his fingers give the slightest squeeze and slip over the smooth nylon of her stocking. The singer gave a slight gasp and arched from the seat slightly as she lifted her leg a little into his hand, turning back to him to lock with his waiting gaze, ready to feel her fury at a misread move. Instead, her eyes conveyed a sense of mutual lust as she took a deep breath, swallowing and giving a little sigh, letting that naughty smile flicker back across her lips as she slid her hand forward onto his. The warmth of her touch so electrifying he did well to conceal a jump, and then locked her fingers into the back of his to stroke sensually down between them for a moment before she let her eyes flick down to them, guiding his own as she turned his hand onto the inside of her thigh and then drew it gently up, giving him clear directions and all the invitation he'd ever need as she turned to look back out of the car with a smile.

He did his best to concentrate on the road but let the car slow down to be safe as he slid his hand up the smooth, warm nylon of her stocking, feeling the silk dress easily yield before him to expose her sexy underwear to his glances. He took in the lacy top of the stocking and then the garter holding it up, the clip a stark contrast of rigidity to the delectable smoothness of her lingerie, followed by the silky, inviting sensation of her skin. His heart thumped insistently as he breathed deeply, the situation not lost on him as his fingers stroked delicately over the inside of her thigh, just inches away from her treasures. Her let his thumb hook playfully in the garter as his fingers closed to trace the tips ever so softly up her leg, teasing her a bit as she wiggled a little in the seat and then offered herself up by opening her legs, dragging her sharp heel across the carpet to rest her knee against the door and give him more room. Despite her invitations and wanton motion, he built up further by giving a further squeeze of her thigh, and then extending his little finger as he stroked to draw it up the front of her panties, feeling the contours of the lace beneath it as he did, her tantalising heat evident even at that most gentle of touches. 

Katy gave a murmur of pleasure as the excitement tingled through her, making her shiver as she rested her head back into the seat. As he stroked again towards her most intimate area she pushed herself down a little in the seat and rolled her hips back so he made contact more firmly, his hand pressing more intently against the front of her panties. As he squeezed and groped her thigh she rolled her hips forward to grind her clit against the side of his hand, sending a shudder through her at the stimulation, feeling herself wetten further and let out a slightly stuttering breath that she knew would excite him. His fingers turned to press directly onto her, taking her invitation fully now as he found her clit with ease and then circled deliberately to send waves of pleasure into her for a moment, before he returned to a stroke of her thigh. Not satisfied with that, Katy reached down for his hand and pulled it back onto the front of her lace panties, wanting him to feel how hot and horny she was for him as she pressed his fingers against her clit beneath, rocking her hips powerfully to stimulate herself with his digits. 

She had her eyes closed but she knew he was looking at her, watching the world famous superstar humping against his hand as it pushed her skirt up to expose her sexy underwear. Katy gave another distinctly positive grind down over his hand and elicited a lustful sigh as she opened her eyes and turned to look hungrily at him, giving a slow blink and then blowing a strand of her hair out the way as a devilish smile settled on her lips, enchanting him with her eyes once more as she stared at him, able to just tell how much he wanted her and how hard he must be right now.




Escapism



"Stop the car," she whispered just after her looked back at the road, letting her hand slip from his and flick her skirt up a little more to show off the sexy panties she had on to match the underwear for him. 

"Huh?" he said, knowing what he thought he heard but need clarification from the gorgeous singer, looking back over to her, taking in his glimpse of her underwear on his way over her chest to her face. 

"Pull over," she purred, turning away and sitting up in the seat, pushing his hand away as she drew her knees up to reach under her little red dress. His eyes widened to take her in as her hands slipped up to her hips to tug her panties off, something he didn't want to miss even as he sought a place to pull the car off the road. His snatched glances at the road were enough for him to identify what looked like a good place to stop as he looked over to watch Katy Perry sliding her black lace panties down over her stockings and then pull them carefully over her tall high heels to drop them onto the floor. Planting her feet down she turned in the seat, leaning over the centre console to waste no time in stroking her fingers down the inside of his thigh, pulling them up towards his rock hard cock that somehow stiffened even more in his shorts. Her full lips found his cheek as she kissed him softly, surely leaving a lipstick mark on him as her kisses trailed down over his jaw and onto his neck, making him shiver in anticipation as her lips expertly caressed his skin, Katy applying her tongue just perfectly with her kisses. Her thumb slid up onto his erection through his trousers, just stroking along the length of it, feeling it surge beneath her touch, throbbing and so in need of her body as she just allowed her teeth graze teasingly at his neck. 

He pressed the throttle a little more in his haste to get to the spot he'd noticed, making Katy smile to herself as she stroked her fingers from his thigh to the front of his trousers, giving a good firm squeeze as she wrapped her hand around his manhood, feeling him push up under her grasp as she gave just the slightest of stroking motions for a second before deftly finding his belt. As he slowed the car she got it undone, and then quickly despatched the button and zip, pushing her fingers underneath the material to stroke over his cock through his boxers, feeling the heat of his shaft as he pulled the car off onto the side of the road, braking quite sharply to get it stopped, the exhaust spitting on overrun as he pulled up and hauled the brakes on. Switching the engine off brought a silence he'd not heard in hours, but was immediately distracted from it as Katy threw herself at him, lurching to a halt with the car and then grabbing his face and kissing him hard, burying her tongue deeply in her mouth. They made out hungrily, their tongues battling intensely as their lips locked together, Katy pulling herself up onto her knees in the passenger seat.

"Oh fuck," he gasped raggedly as she bit his lip, her hand thrusting back down to his trousers, pulling at them and his shorts now to get them out the way. He pushed up from the seat to work them down with one hand as his other instinctively reached up to take a grope of her inviting breasts, squeezing firmly at her double Ds and making her groan through their kissing. Even as he sat back into the seat Katy was climbing over the console, her hand taking a commanding hold on his rock hard cock, making him surge in her hand as she put her leg down over him, resting her knee onto the seat beside him. Grabbing the headrest with her spare hand, she lowered herself down over him without breaking their kisses, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth once more as she made contact with him, the bulging head of his cock sliding over her dripping pussy as she slipped him between her swollen lips, lining up her target before she dropped down onto him quite swiftly, burying the whole length of his cock deeply inside her as she pressed her hips down against his.

Both of them gasped as his manhood was enveloped in the perfect heat of her juicy pussy, her vagina clenching in around him as she sat down on him and pulled her knees up onto the side beside him, snuggling in close to him as his arm pulled around her back to hold her closely. Katy broke away from him and allowed his hand round her waist to arch her back, tilting her head back to sigh with pleasure as a squeeze of her pussy induced a throb of his cock, pressing her chest forward to him even as his other hand continued to squeeze hard at her big rack. Katy started to thrust her hips into him, rocking her tight pussy on his cock; the limited movement did little to slow them down as he slid forward a bit on the seat to give her more space to ride him, something she eagerly took in order to slide a couple more inches of his thick cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The sensation of him so deep inside her was just blissful, stroking sensitive areas within and stimulating the head of his cock perfectly, his hips pushing up to meet her grinds onto him. As she got into the rhythm his hand left her back and with both he grabbed the front of her dress, yanking it swiftly down to expose her fantastic tits, the nipples stiffened to the cool night air and her arousal. 

He'd been stealing glances at her chest all night, since the moment she'd jumped in the car, and now he'd finally got his hands on her pneumatic chest, pushed up so fantastically by the dress. Now he pulled it down they dropped to hang under their own, firm weight, beautifully enticing with their natural shape and puffy nipples, just encouraging him to indulge himself as they jiggled with her accelerating ride. He buried his face in her breasts as she bounced up and down on him vigorously, needing this fuck as much as him now, driving him rapidly in and out of her clenching pussy as he kissed at her boobs, his hands now pushing up underneath them to squeeze and grope them, feeling the firmness and impressive weight of them, letting his thumbs circle out to flick over and around her stiff, sensitive nipples. They rocked together in ecstasy as he squeeze her boobs together, kissing down her sternum and then biting carefully at the softness either side as Katy rolled her hips to stimulate herself more, giving a distinct shudder as a little tremor of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled through her. 

"Bite them, bite them!" she gasped, gritting her teeth as she shoved her pelvis down into him with more energy, getting up on top of him a bit more to drive him towards her G-spot and much desired orgasm. He could feel her stockings rubbing sensually against him as her deliciously snug pussy squeezed, gripped and sucked at his cock, taking him towards an imminent orgasm. His teeth dragged over the soft skin of her breasts to her nipples, closing down on the stiff point to give a threatening pull over it before he nipped at it firmly, making the Californian singer jolt on top of him with a grunting gasp, shuddering ever closer to her orgasm as he took the green light to continue his assault on her iconic chest with a firm grope and bites between them. As his teeth nipped and dragged at her, pulling at her nipples, she pulled her hand behind his head as her other grabbed his shoulder, digging her nails into him to anchor herself as she thumped herself down hard to bury every last millimetre of his cock inside her that she could through her hard, sharp breathing. 

"Ohh fuck," she growled through gritted teeth as she felt her climax building swiftly from her intense workout on his cock, finding further reserves to slam herself onto him faster and harder, shoving her hand into his hair and yanking him away from her chest to kiss him passionately, so hungry for everything he could give her as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. His hands released her chest to let them bounce freely with her motions and grabbed dominantly at her hips, feeling the garter belt underneath the red silk dress bunched around her waist before he drove her down as hard as possible. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, the combined force of her own effort and his hands drove her deeper and harder than she'd been so far, sending another bolt of sensation through her soul as his cock pressed her just a little more at the same moment that he bit her tongue. She rode him furiously as his hands slid to her ass and lower back to just guide her rhythm, knowing he was as close as her as she felt him twitching and stiffening a little more inside her as they made out, tongues twisting and battling.

Katy broke first, feeling the wave of flow up from deep inside her, tingling up her spine as she came hard, breaking away from him to scream out her pleasure to the night sky as she continued to pump herself down as hard as possible to sustain it. The trembles of her body and squeezes of her hot pussy on his cock was all it took and just a few seconds of the luscious Katy Perry climaxing on top of him was enough to send him over the edge, feeling his own peak rush up on him with a hardening of his erection inside the singer. He managed to hold out for a few seconds before he came hard with a loud, primal growl of pleasure before he sank his teeth into her soft neck, pulling her down onto his hips as hard as possible to sink his cock as deeply inside her pussy as he exploded, both of them feeling the powerful jolt he gave as he ejaculated his first burst into her. Katy let out a low groan of pleasure and pain as he shoved her back against the steering wheel and onto the horn, the car blaring out a signal of their climax as he held her ass against him, her strong pussy still clenching and milking at his spurting cock as her aftershocks trembled through her, drawing every drop of his thick, hot load into her as it erupted from his head. 

As they rocked to a stop, breathing hard from their exertions, he leaned back in the seat and pressed his head into the leather, closing his eyes in a mix of release and disbelief. The position allowed Katy to lean off the horn, the silence closing in around them as it died, making her glad there was nobody around to hear them as she arched her back a little and reached down to pull her dress back up over her ample chest. Settling her boobs back in, she placed one hand on his shoulder and the other round his head, pushing her fingers through his hair as she leaned down to kiss him softly. It wasn't like their hungry, primal kissing that had dominated the lustful encounter so far; it was gentle, tender and quite loving as Katy softly worked her lips on his, just letting her tongue probe and seek out his without delving too deep into his mouth, inviting him into an intimate liplock with her as she sat on his lap. Breaking their kiss, she pulled him close to her to rest his face in her cleavage, putting her chin down on his head as she embraced him, so much more warmly than he'd have expected given the situation. 

After a couple of quiet, comfortable minutes entwined, he reached up to brush his hand through her hair and rouse to somewhat sleepy singer. Despite their break he was still inside her and semi-hard, giving pulses of his cock that he knew she could feel, especially since she was responding with just the slightest little motions of her pelvis and squeezes of her muscles. She gave a little stretch and leaned back away from him, where he looked up to be greeted by her beauty and quietly satisfied smile. 

"Hey," he murmured, brushing a finger down her cheek. 

"Hey," she replied with a wider smile.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's this all about?" he asked, since he just had to know. He might be driving a top line sports car, which garnered a certain amount of female interest, but he'd never had a world famous music superstar hop into the car and then onto his lap. She looked up to ponder it for a moment, giving him the opportunity to kiss softly at her neck and collarbone, sending a little shiver through her.

"I just had to get away, all I've been doing is these promotional things for weeks and I just needed to break out and do something a bit...wild," she said, looking back down to him before she gave a more naughty smile, suggesting that he was an enjoyable escape from her corporate world. Katy allowed her head to be drawn down once more by his guiding hand as it slid through her luxurious hair to the nape of her neck, just nuzzling her nose gently against his before she kissed him again, her soft lips so perfect against his as she poured her tongue into his mouth. Her sweet, loving kisses combined with the little squeezes of her body were more than keeping him ticking over as he felt himself swelling back to full hardness, stiffening inside the Californian beauty. Their nuzzling liplock quickly escalated into hungry kissing as Katy's rocked turned to her thrusting her hips down onto his to bury his renewed erection deep inside her. 

They both gasped as she started to ride him again, using slow, powerful thrusts now to work his hard shaft in and out of her snug pussy, both of them tingling at the sensations of going again so soon, almost transmitting them through their kisses as they grew passionate and intense. His hands slid from her hair to claw down the top of her back, raking at the smooth skin of her gorgeous body. Katy's hands had been at his sides but now found their way onto his shoulders, nails curling in for a few moments before she pulled away from him and shoved him back firmly against the sculpted leather seat. Holding on tightly, she thrust herself down and forward into him, making both of them growl with pleasure as they ground together, Katy grinding her clit against him as she took him full depth inside her. 

She lunged in for another avid kiss as his hands pulled at her dress, on the brink of freeing her chest again when the night air was broken by the clunk of the door handle, the luscious singer throwing the door open and then quite expertly stepping out of the car and off his lap, her dress slipping down over her sexy lingerie as she dug her high-heel into the dirt. He felt the cool air of the night on him as her skirt flicked enticingly with her movement, the shake of her ass undeniable as she escaped around the door of the sports car, daring him to chase as she looked back at him playfully. He didn't resist her and pulled himself out of the car, his rock hard erection bouncing before him as he kicked up the dirt and lunged after the Californian; she kept herself just out of reach, taking a glance at what had been buried inside her with a smile as she backed away carefully on her high heels, wanting a chase but also happy to give it up quite easily. He quickly fastened his trousers to allow the pursuit and went for her, startling Katy at his speed so she jerked backwards and then bolted, running around the car as he chased after her, not capturing her as easily as he really could and just staying behind her to let his fingers brush across her ass and through her long, dark hair. 

"Can't catch me!" she teased as they lapped the car, the night broken only by their breathing and laughs, Katy loving this freedom as she sped commando around the gorgeous machine. He decided to make a move to get hold of her now, lunging out and grabbing her waist, his hands pulling back into her hips as she leant forward to try and power away, unable to escape his confident hold on her body, squealing as he pulled her into him. Hauling her back against him, he pressed himself to her back and let his hands glide up her body and silky red dress to cup her fantastic breasts, giving them a squeeze like he owned them as she gave a throaty sigh. Katy tilted her head back and turned to him, her eyes already closed as she opened her mouth and curled her tongue invitingly, wanting him to kiss her so she could devour him. He didn't leave her waiting, leaning down to plant his lips firmly on hers, taking in their ruby softness as she slid her tongue into his mouth, slowly and smoothly, pushing at his to get their deep, surprisingly soulful kiss underway. 

Their kiss continued as they both enjoyed the soft, slippery sensations of their tongues entwining until Katy turned herself in the moment and bit lightly at his bottom lip, pulling away with a smile and breaking free once more to run round the other side of the car. He went the other way, looking to head her off and catching her in the middle. They played a game of cat and mouse as she tried to go one way and then the other, smiling as they larked around, only a matter of time before it continued as more. She threw him a dummy and made a break for the rear of the car, but he used his speed advantage to race round towards her again, making her turn with a squeal and head forwards again. Realising she would be caught, she yanked the door open and jumped into the car, slamming it behind her and standing in the middle across the seats as he rounded the back corner of the sports car. In a moment of decision she stepped up and over the windscreen, giving him a great flash of her stockings as she hopped over it and then slid down the glass; it pulled her dress up from underneath her to show her bare ass and garter belt holding up her sexy stockings, encouraging him round to the front to meet her.

She smiled as she slid down onto the bonnet, her dress riding up to expose her sexy lingerie and the fact she had a neatly shaven arrow pointing to her pussy. His eyes were drawn to it as her high heels slipped down the smooth bonnet of the car, Katy making no attempt to close her legs for the moment he gazed, before he reached down for a strong grasp of her ankles, pulling her down the bonnet easily as she gave a gasp of excitement. Pausing to quickly free himself, he then pulled her legs up into the air as she lay back on the bonnet, her dress dropping onto her tummy as he got a great look at her sexy lingerie and nearly smooth pussy. With one push of his throbbing erection he was inside her again, making both of them groan as he immediately sank to the hilt inside her, giving a shiver of pleasure as he looked up into her big, gorgeous eyes. She bit her lip and rolled her hips as he started to drive himself into her once more, relishing the freedom of movement he had now they were out of the car. With her toned legs pulled tightly to him and Katy gasping for more, he thrust himself into her hard and fast, the warmth of her body as they met a sensual edge to their vigorous fuck on the bonnet in the cool night air. His hands slipped down her limbs to her hips, feeling the sexy black garter belt beneath his fingers as he took hold of her, pushing up under the dress a little further to completely feel the alluring underwear. 

"Harder," she breathed, the intensity evidently despite the patient way she delivered it. He managed to find more, slamming himself against the singer faster and a bit deeper, pushing a deep groan from her as her fingernails curled against the paintwork. Her head dropped back onto the warm bonnet as she rocked from his efforts, her fantastic chest bouncing beautifully with every motion. It was as if she could read his mind as she reached up for her silk dress, pulling her down without the slightest tease to let her magnificent breasts free, letting her soft, natural but firm boobs bounce freely to his gaze, nipples stiffening further to the night air. It only spurred him to go harder, jamming his throbbing cock into the American as hard and deep as he could, making her grunt now as she squeezed her pussy around him, rolling her hips to work her G-spot more with the bulbous head of his cock. To maximise her pleasure she reached down for her clit, unable to resist the urge, and quickly applied two fingers to the job, rubbing firmly in circles on her clit just below her sexy arrow of dark hair. It was a wonderful sight for him as Katy Perry rubbed herself while he pounded into her, the sexy red dress gathered round her middle, her full chest bouncing and lingerie-clad legs up in the air, stiletto heels pointed at the night sky. Just as she was arching up from the hood in pre-orgasmic pleasure, a little shudder trembling through her, he stopped. Pulling himself out swiftly left Katy pushing down to nothing with a shocked gasp, looking up sharply.




Escapism



She didn't have time to question him though as he flipped her straight over, her shaky legs almost buckling under her as she stood down unsteadily on her high heels, feeling him push her down onto the bonnet. It was warm beneath her bare breasts and she spread her legs invitingly as she reached up to hook her fingers into the stylish louvers of the bonnet to hold on. Within seconds he was inside her again, pushing his rock hard cock straight back into her juicy pussy and thrusting forward against her lovely ass, the deepest he'd been all evening, sending a twinge through her that made her elicit a primal grunt and feel an imminent orgasm. His hands locked into her waist and pulled back at her curvy hips, anchoring himself as he took up a hard, fast pace, using about half his cock and fairly slamming into her, her legs jamming against the front of the sports car. His thumbs hooked into her sexy garter belt, rolling the edge of the satin as he pulled back against it, a sensual barrier between her body and his hands.

She arched her back to give herself completely to him, lifting up a little so her fantastic tits bounced energetically beneath her from his pounding as she let go with one hand to reach back to her clit once more, seeking her climax before he was finished with her. Her fingertips brushed at his slick cock as he slipped in and out of her on the way to her clit, easily finding her throbbing nub and going to work intently, not interested in teasing herself as she aimed simply to bring about her orgasm as he plunged himself as hard and deep as he could inside her. Leaning back he took a hand from her hips to deliver a firm spank to her ass, making her gasp and push back instinctively at him, letting him know without question that she liked it. Encouraged to give her another one, she felt harder, more dominating smack land on the other side of her ass, sending a little chill of excitement through her as he left a light hand print on her gorgeous body. It was just another source of stimulation to go with his hard, pumping cock as he plundered her, enjoying every succulent aspect of her treasures.

"Oh fuck," she whined only a few moments later as she came, her fingers a blur on her vulva as she went into climax, relishing every sensation from her fingerprints rumbling over the delicate surface of her clit to his thick, throbbing erection hammering into her, the bulbous ridge of his head subtly stretching and stroking her walls and pressing down into her G-spot. Her whole body shuddered with the barely contained fury of her pleasure, shaking in his strong hands as he held her, gasping at first and then escalating into loud sounds of ecstasy, moaning as it washed through her curvy body. With his high pace, the sensations of her clenching muscles and the knowledge that he'd just brought Katy Perry to orgasm, it all suddenly hit him and he felt his eruption boiling up rapidly. It came on so quickly that within seconds he was ready to burst and with one final flurry of thrusts he jammed himself inside her so hard he practically knocked her flat on the bonnet, holding her ass back against him tightly as his cock swelled to its hardest and ejaculated intensely inside her. She groaned as she felt him climax, the throbs of his manhood buried to full depth in her pussy letting her know just how deeply he was emptying his balls in her body. She shoved back firmly against him, grinding against his pelvis with little rocking motions of her hips to help squeeze and drain every last bit from him as she felt him shiver and the tension ebb from his grip on her. 

He just leaned forward against her rounded ass, pushing her down onto the front of the car as he leant either side of her with his hands, both of them breathing hard, their gasps suddenly so intense and sharp in the quiet night air. They just took a minute or so to rest as their heart rates and breathing gradually settled back to normal, the cool of the night chilling the perspiration on their bodies. Pushing up a little stiffly, he gave a stretch and then slid back out of the gorgeous singer, stepping back and pulling his jeans up, taking in the delicious sight of her bent over the bonnet after having just been fucked. She stood up slowly, her sexy red dress dropping down a little before she smoothed it out properly and pulled it down to cover up her sexy underwear, though not before turning enough to give him a last look at her sexy little arrow of hair. With her fantastic chest still exposed, his eyes flicked to them to absorb every detail of her lovely breasts, their stiff nipples hardened from her arousal and the cold of the night. Seeing his eyes on her chest, she smiled and then gave just a little shake of her body to make them bounce and jiggle perfectly.

"Say goodbye," she said with a smile, reaching down to slowly slip the red silk back up over her boobs, settling them underneath the beautiful dress. The only suggestion of their activities was the smile on her face and slight glow from the exertion with her hair tussled. With a smile he reached forward to confidently pull her to him with an arm around her waist, pressing his lips to hers for a passionate kiss, their tongues meeting hungrily in their post-coital mood. Letting her slip from his grasp with a few smaller, softer kisses, he watched as she turned to walk back around to the passenger side of the car, smiling at him past her raven hair before he followed suit. Sliding back into the drivers seat, he looked over to watch Katy untwist her panties and then pull them over her dusty high heels, slipping the black lingerie back up her sexy stockings to join the rest of it, pushing up from the seat to pull them back into place. She looked over to him with a beaming smile as she sat back down, settling back into the soft leather of the contoured seat.

"Drive," she said, more softly and sweetly now than she had earlier. 

"Where to?" he said, pressing his finger on the starter button without taking his eyes off her, letting her see his smooth down-up gaze to take her in once more.

"Well, you can take me back to the party," she replied with a drawl, letting a silence hang for a moment.

"Or you could take me back to your place," she added, sliding her hand over onto his thigh and biting her lip again, seeming to know it got him going. 

"I think I'll get fired for abducting Katy Perry," he said, looking into her big eyes.

"Not abduction if I'm happy to go with you," she said with a cheeky flick of her tongue.

"Still, I'd best get you back to the party. But I have to stick around with the car anyway," he said.

"Yeah I guess we should. However, if you stick around just a little bit longer after that..." she replied with a sexy little wink.

"I think I can make the time," he said with a sly smile. She just grinned wider and then leaned forward to give him a last kiss until then, murmuring with pleasure as his fingers slid through her long hair and then round her head to pull her closer for a moment. Breaking apart, she slid back into her seat and closed her eyes, breathing out to the starry sky above as he took a second to stare into space, before getting the car into gear and pulling slowly away from the quiet spot overlooking the valley that they'd chosen for their elicit, intimate encounter. Turning it slowly round, he pulled out onto the road and then stamped on the throttle, making the engine howl and back tyres spin up with a scream of tortured rubber. Katy grabbed on for a moment and then let out a loud, honest laugh, putting her arms up into the air above the screen as he brought it into line and accelerated down the road, back toward the valley, the party, and normality.

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The End

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