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The Rapy

By: switchboy257



Eric and Lena entered the office around five in the evening. It looked just like any therapist's office, and, in fact, that's exactly what Eric had told Lena it was. Following Dr. Michaels' advice, he had suggested to his wife that they go to this place for some "help with their marriage." She naturally assumed that the place was a marriage counseling office. In fact, it was The Institute for Love Through Sexual Dominance (ILTSD), also called, informally, "the rapy." Lena didn't notice, as she came in, the extra white space in the sign on the door. It read: "THE RAPY." Lena was glad that her husband had suggested counseling. She didn't notice the oddness of the sign.

Inside the office, Dr. Michaels greeted them and asked them to describe the problems they had been having. They each talked about some of the issues that had been coming up. One of the things Eric said was that he wanted to have more sex. "For the past few years Lena has refused to let me have sex with her," Eric said. Lena began to interrupt and explain that this was because she felt Eric was treating her disrespectfully in bed—but Dr. Michaels spoke instead, cutting her off.

"Well," said Dr. Michaels, "perhaps we can tackle that issue first and really get somewhere today." Lena was a bit surprised that they were moving so fast, but she trusted the man who she thought was a therapist, and decided to follow his instructions even if they seemed strange. In fact, they were quite strange. Dr. Michaels asked Lena to hop up on the small bed-like contraption. It was just like the plastic bed-like thing that medical doctors have in their offices so that they can examine patients at a comfortable height. But this time, Dr. Michaels asked Lena to get on all fours on the bed. She did so, looking back at her husband and the doctor with a quizzical look.

It was in that moment that everything changed. Dr. Michaels approached Lena from the front and suddenly took hold of her wrists. He began to put her wrists into two bracelets attached to the corners of the bed. Lena tried to escape, but suddenly Eric was behind her, holding her legs in place. She couldn't get away! Dr. Michaels locked her wrists to the corners of the bed. They were held in place by nothing more than thick velcro, but her two hands were too far apart from each other to pull the velcro back on either wrist! Lena struggled.

Dr. Michaels walked around to the other side, where Eric was holding his wife's legs in place, and locked her to the bed with more velcro at the knees and ankles. Lena was trapped in this position, kneeling on all fours on the medical bed. Eric stepped back to look at his beautiful wife. She was wearing the most simple outfit, jeans and a t-shirt, but he still found her incredibly attractive. Her body was just so amazingly sexy, the way it was shaped and its femaleness. Meanwhile, Dr. Michaels pulled another loop of velcro down from the ceiling and fastened it around Lena's waist. This prevented her from moving her hips up and down or to the side. Now she was really trapped in this position.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Lena said.

"Shhhh." Dr. Michaels placed a finger on his lips. "Women should not speak until spoken to." Lena looked in a panicked way at Eric, but when she saw him smiling back at her calmly, she realized that this was exactly what he had expected. This was no marriage counselor! Suddenly she remembered looking at the sign as they came in. This was not therapy! This was The Rapy!

Dr. Michaels cleared his throat. "Well, Eric," he said. "Let's begin. "What part of your wife's body do you miss touching the most?"

Eric ran his eyes over Lena's body in a way that made her feel very uncomfortable. His eyes lingered on her mouth, on her chest, on the curve of her butt in jeans as it stuck up in the air. Finally he said: "The breasts."

Dr. Michaels nodded. "Does Lena hide her naked breasts from you, Eric?"

"No," Eric replied. "I see her breasts often. When she wakes up in the morning, she takes off her nightshirt and changes in front of me. I see her breasts then, and often she will brush her teeth before getting dressed. If I lie in bed and pretend to sleep, I can look at her naked breasts a lot then. And then she'll come back in the bedroom and get dressed near me. I see her put on her bra, and hold the breasts in them, and adjust the bra on her breasts so that it comfortably supports them. And then she'll put her shirt on. Also, sometimes I use the bathroom while she is showering, and I get to see her naked breasts through the shower curtain. But I know that she doesn't like it when I stare at her breasts. That makes her feel objectified. So I have to do it secretly."

"And how does that make you feel?" Dr. Michaels asked.

"I feel guilty about wanting to stare at her breasts, but also angry because I want to play with them and she won't let me."

Dr. Michaels nodded. "It's a common problem," he said thoughtfully, "Let's see if we can do something about it."

The two men approached Lena, who suddenly felt even more vulnerable in her locked position. She was physically comfortable but she realized that she was basically unable to move and she was terrified of what might happened next. Up til now she had been too scared to speak, but as the two men approached her, she began to protest: "No, please, Eric, wait. I promise we can have more sex. I promise if we go home right now we can have sex!" As the men came closer her voice broke and she began to almost cry. "Eric, please, don't do this, let's go home, I want to go home, I promise we can have sex whenever you want!"

But it was too late. Dr. Michaels gave Lena another admonishing 'shh' and this time he went on: "I've already warned you once not to speak, but I see that you don't know how to obey orders." With that he took a ball-gag from a desk drawer and forced it into her mouth, locking it closed behind her head. Now Lena could only moan and make inarticulate noises. The two men stood very close to her and ran their eyes hungrily over her vulnerable body.

Dr. Michaels gave instructions: "Eric, why don't you begin by slowly touching Lena's body in any way you like, outside her clothes." Eric began to ran his hands over his wife's body. Lena struggled and tried to pull away from him but the velcro held her fast at the wrists, waist, knees and ankles. Eric's hands slid up her legs, between her legs, over her butt, across her back, underneath to her tummy, over her breasts applying slight pressure, around her neck tenderly, and finally touched her face in a way that was no less invasive because it was gentle. "Very good," said Dr. Michaels. "You can take off her shirt and bra now, and enjoy her naked breasts."

Now Lena began to struggle even more violently. Eric took her t-shirt by the bottom hem and drew it up to her shoulders, pulling it slowly over her head and letting it drop down by her immobilized wrists. Lena's bra came into view as the t-shirt was removed from her torso. The room was warm but Lena felt very emotionally uncomfortable being exposed in this way. Dr. Michaels looked appreciately at her breasts in their supportive bra, and said to his client: "Your wife has beautiful tits. Why don't you remove the brazziere?"

With Lena moaning and trying desperately to pull away, Eric delicately fingered the clasp on the back of her bra. It had been months or even years since he had been allowed to do this. He took pleasure in every moment. Finally the clasp opened, and Eric let the bra drop slowly down onto the plastic surface of the raised bed. Lena's ample breasts swung helplessly into view, their full weight and size now revealed. No longer supported by the brazzier, Lena's breasts hung down from her chest like two inverted mountains. The large, sensitive nipples dangled halfway between her torso and the bed. She wanted to lean down further, so as to protect them, but the velcro loop around her waist held her at a fixed distance from the bed.

Now Lena felt extremely exposed now and grunted even louder in protest. There was almost a full minute of silence in which she was aware of Eric and Dr. Michaels simply staring at her breasts in their full, dangling exposure. At first this made her struggle to get away, but then she realized that struggling caused her large breasts to sway back and forth in a way that seemed to affect the men in an almost hypnotic way. This made Lena even more embarassed and so then she tried to remain absolutely still, waiting for her breasts to stop jiggling and trying to prevent them from swaying at all. Dr. Michael and Eric stared appreciately at her breasts the whole time. Lena felt deeply humiliated.

"Well," said Dr. Michaels. "Your wife has incredible tits. It must have been very difficult for you these past few months, to see her naked boobs so often and not be allowed to play with them. This is your chance. You can do anything you want your wife's breasts. Go ahead."

Eric started timidly. He touched the skin of Lena's naked back and then followed it down to the heavy weight of her breasts. He touched the soft, tender underside of the breasts and rubbed his fingers there, pushing the breasts slightly forward in order to watch them swing back into place. Lena looked up at the ceiling in humiliation. "Go ahead," said Dr. Michaels. "You can touch the nipples." Eric let his fingers descend along the sides of Lena's breasts until he came into contact with his wife's dangling, exposed nipples at the tips of her large breasts. Lena was shocked by the intensity of the sensation and tried to pull away, but Eric's fingers were insistent. He began to roll her nipples in his fingers, causing her to feel helplessly sexually molested. 

"Go on," Dr. Michaels encouraged him. "You don't have to be gentle. You own her breasts right now. Do whatever you want." Following this, Eric began to become a bit more aggressive in his handling of Lena's heavy tits. He began to tug on the nipples and manipulate them rudely in his fingers. He pushed her tits up against her chest and then removed his hands quickly, staring as the breasts flopped back into their dangling position as if he wanted to drink in the sight of that heavy, uniquely female movement. Then he began to grab and paw the tits, touching them roughly from both sides, molding them and prodding them and behaving like a disgusting male animal. His hands were all over her breasts. She could not get away. Lena pulled against the velcro straps but it was impossible. Her husband's big hands molested her female breasts in every way he desired. She felt totally molested.

After several minutes of this, Eric began to feel a crazy sensation in his body and especially in his cock. He was almost drooling from the joy of having such free and total access to his wife's amazing tits. But staring at her tits made him think of her whole body naked — especially what was between her legs. Without letting go of Lena's breasts, which he was holding tightly and squeezing just enough to make her feel vulnerable, and without taking his eyes off his wife's helpless body, Eric said: "Can I strip her?"

Dr. Michaels replied softly: "Of course you may."

Now Lena's struggles increased tenfold. All her strength pushed against the velcro in every direction. It was one thing to have her big tits molested in front of the doctor, but quite another to be stripped totally! She absolutely could not stand the thought of these two men making her naked on the bottom half of her body. Especially in the position she was in, with her butt right up in the air! Her whole butt as well as her sexual parts would be totally exposed! Lena hadn't shaved her pussy in months. She couldn't bear the thought that they would see her naked cunt. But the velcro straps could not be released except by hand, and Lena had no hands free. Her husband had his hands free, and so did the doctor, but Lena could see that they had absolutely no intention of releasing her from this terrible bondage. If they did, they wouldn't have access to her womanly body. At this point their male testosterone had taken over, and the two men seemed hardly human. So all Lena could do was moan as her husband's hands left her tender breasts and began to open the fly of her blue jeans.

Eric released the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down to loosen the pants. Then he took hold of the denim and slid it over her hips, pulling it down around her knees. Now Lena was kneeling on all fours, completely naked except for the soft white cotton panties that still hid her buttocks and female private parts. She had given up struggling for the time being, and simply let the mens' eyes wander over her and gaze at her nearly naked female form. Somehow, Eric thought, her breasts looked even more helpless and enticing now that her pants were down. 

Eric began to touch Lena again on her back and sides and on her dangling breasts. He was tender at first but soon began to grab her roughly again and play with the tits like they were toys, taking out all his male aggression on her soft female chest. Finally, at the climax of this molestation, after rudely twisting and pulling her nipples down towards the bed, Eric made a single quick movement yanking Lena's panties down to her knees, exposing her hairy pussy and the crack of her butt completely. But she she wasn't quite naked enough, so Dr. Michaels helped restrain her as Eric undid first the knee staps and then the ankle strapps, pulling the pants and panties off her wife before restraining her again in the soft but tight velcro bondage.

Now Lena was completely naked and helpless before these two men. Once again there was a long moment of silence as Eric and the doctor took in the sight of her exposed female body. They stared at the soft flesh of her buttocks, at the crack between them with its small amount of dark hair, at the soft and open anus—and most of all at her hairy vulva lips, her female sex, completely exposed to the open air for their viewing pleasure. Eric put his face an inch away from her cunt. Lena tried to pull away again but there was nowhere to go. She could feel his warm breath on her tender private parts. Then she felt his tongue come out and lick her vulva lips. She moaned. Eric took her labia in his fingers and began to massage them and tug on them and pull them apart. 

"Very good," said Dr. Michaels, opening a drawer to reveal a number of sex toys and several instruments of sexual torture. "Now, there are many things we can do with your wife's vaginal area." Lena's eyes grew wide in fear. Never had her cunt area felt so vulnerable, helpless, and exposed. As if to emphasize this point, her husband chose this moment to put his middle finger up her vaginal canal, entering her with his digit and making her feeling absolutely molested from the inside out. Dr. Michael's smiled and patted Lena on the head. "Good girl," he said.

Lena glared back at him with total hatred. He looked back at her with smug cruelty. "Oh, are you have a rough time, baby?" he said in a leeching, condescending voice. "Is your privacy being violated?" With these last words he reached under her chest and took hold of her by the nipples. She pulled back in fright — it was one thing for her husband to molest and rape her, but another for this total stranger to also take advantage of her female body! Dr. Michaels played with Lena's nipples for a while as she felt overwhelmed by loathing and disgust. Eric's fingers began to explore her cunt more deeply. Lena's female humiliation had only just begun!

The Rating Game Disaster



My name is Justin Holland. I've always thought of myself as an average guy -- at least for the first twenty six years of my life. As an adult I'm 5'11" tall, 180 pounds, brown hair, green eyes, average looks and sexual equipment (at least that's my impression from sports locker rooms, though I've never "studied" it, or felt the need to), and slightly above average muscle tone. 

Like everyone else I have some strengths and some weaknesses. Perhaps my two best strengths are that I'm significantly smarter than average, and much nicer than average. I've always had lots of friends because I treat everyone with respect and don't say bad things about other people either to their face or behind their back. I am kind and helpful to others 99.9% of the time. I rarely lose my temper, and when I do it is only with extreme provocation. 

Two weaknesses I've always known about are a lack of self-confidence, and my condition if I do lose my temper -- I go ballistic. Fortunately, losing my temper has only happened three times in my life, one time landing me in the hospital, and two other times landing others in the hospital.. 

I had another major weakness that I didn't know until my wife, Ginger Holland, played "The Rating Game."

Ginger is also basically average, although to me -- and I guess to most guys, although I don't go around asking them -- she is significantly better looking and sexier than average. Like me she is normally pleasant to everyone, although not to the same extent that I am. 

I hadn't had a great deal of sexual experience when Ginger and I got married at age twenty one, although I certainly wasn't a virgin -- and neither was she. We had been married for five years when we were both twenty six. We were simpatico, and enjoyed each other's company, and I was sure that each of us was happy with the other. Then Ginger went to her friend Ashley's bachlorette party, hosted by another friend, Sybil.

Ashley was a little more adventurous than either Ginger or me; Sybil was more than adventurous -- she was audacious, headstrong, and sometimes foolhardy. She was the only one of our close acquaintances who, with her husband Trent, owned a house. Since no one attending the bachlorette party was wealthy it wasn't a high roll affair, like a weekend in Vegas; but was an all day event, starting at 10 a.m. on a Saturday at Sybil's house. Trent was banished during the party.

Trent, me, and two other husbands of the party attendees, played tennis and went bowling during the day, then saw a killer chick action movie in the early evening. Trent then went to one of the other husband's apartments, about 10:00 p.m. to wait for a call from Sybil saying that it was OK to return; I went home to our apartment.

I was almost asleep on the couch with the TV merely providing background noise when the phone rang at about 11:30. It was Sybil. In a slurred voice she said "Hey, Justin, dude, you're little lady has passed out. Come pick her up." Then she just hung up.

I quickly splashed some water on my face, grabbed the car keys and went and picked Ginger up. Ginger rarely gets wasted -- actually I had only seen her that way twice before that night. Indeed she was passed out so I carried her, and her party goody bag and purse, to the car, seat belted her in, and drove home. She rallied a little by the time that we got to our apartment so thankfully I didn't have to carry her up a steep flight of stairs to our 2nd floor garden apartment unit, although I did have to help her.

She was in a bubbly, giggly, mood, the same as the other two times that I saw her inebriated. I had to help her get undressed; I showered with her because she was raunchy and I was no petunia either, and then put her to bed.

As expected, the next morning Ginger was hung over. I talked with her some, while she was still in bed but got little out of her about the party aside from groans. About the only intelligent thing that she did vocalize was "Justin, honey, please get me the pills I have in my purse, and some water."

I looked for her purse but remembered that it was in the car, along with her party bag. I brought both into the apartment and went through her purse removing items, including her cell phone, until I found the pills bottle. I took two pills from the bottle, got a cold glass of water, and returned to the bedroom.

"Oh, thank you darling," she gushed as she reached for both the pills and the glass. 

After she downed the pills I took the glass from her and asked, "Are those going to make you return to the land of the living?"

"I sure hope so," she gurgled, "they're supposed to alleviate hangovers more quickly than anything else. But I need some more sleep too."

"Anything else that I can do to help?" I asked.

"Oh, would you be a dear and gently rub my head for awhile while I lay here?" she inquired, reaching toward me and stroking my cheek.

"Your wish is my command," I chuckled. I tenderly rubbed her head for about ten minutes until I heard her snoring; then I got up and went into the kitchen.

While I was reading the morning paper at the kitchen table, Ginger's cell phone buzzed. The sounds her phone made were different than mine so I didn't know if it was a text or a phone call. I picked her cell up and when I did must have inadvertently actuated a screen because a text came up -- from Sybil. Although Sybil used strange text lingo and abbreviations I was quite certain that the text said: "Important; don't forget that your Game Sheet is in your goody bag."

I put the phone down and continued reading the paper. Then I got to wondering why Sybil felt obligated to send that text. My curiosity got the best of me so I picked up the goody bag and looked through it. There were the common types of gross items I would expect from a bachlorette party, and at the bottom, folded up, two sheets of paper with printing and handwriting on both sides of each sheet. I felt like I was invading Ginger's privacy by removing it, but I though "What could it hurt?" If I hadn't removed those sheets I might have remained "fat, dumb, and happy."

The first side of the first sheet was entitled "The Rating Game." All sheets seemed to have printed questions, and a few statements, with Ginger's distinctive handwriting beneath each question. There were what appeared to be scores next to almost all of the answers, in someone else's handwriting, and several letter scores, "A/C/A-; B+", at the top of the first page. Ginger's name was not on it, but there was no doubt that she was the one who filled it out.

Despite my misgivings about violating Ginger's privacy, my inquisitiveness was in overdrive and I couldn't put it down. A large number of the first questions I read were about characteristics of, and happiness with, me ("your husband" in the questions). Now my curiosity was beyond overdrive. I was reading along with a smile on my face for most questions, such as "Is he affectionate," "Does he always remember significant dates," "What are his best personality traits," "Do you love him as much as when you first married" (her answer to that one was "MORE" with the "O" a happy face), and the like, and Ginger's answers. Most of her answers were flattering to me, interspersed with her good sense of humor and some inside jokes that we shared. I wish that I had stopped before I got to the top of the second sheet (the third page), because the questions and answers there -- now seared into my brain -- were different.

"Q. What is your husband's best intimate talent?

A. Snuggling like a big teddy bear!

Q. What are his biggest intimate drawbacks?

A. Unfortunately, everything else; LOL!"

Q. How do you rate your husband in bed, before you got married, on a scale of 1-10?

A. Ouch! Two, possibly three! That's not why I married him.

Q. How do you rate his bedroom skills after marriage?

A. Unfortunately, the same; 2+ I guess.

Q. Have you ever faked an orgasm with your husband?

A. When have I not -- LOL! 

Q. What is your best sexual experience since you've been married?

A. A one night stand while on business in Chicago!"

The last answer was followed by a happy face.

I've never been to Chicago.

What happened next is still a blur to me. I think that I collapsed onto a chair, shed some tears, and then walked outside. I'm not really sure about that sequence, but I do remember almost falling down the stairs and bruising my knee on the railing when I stumbled.

I also think that I meandered around on foot for several hours -- at least I was smart enough not to drive because I never would have made it without getting into an accident. My mind was in turmoil. Up until I read the Q & A at the top of the third page of "The Rating Game" I thought that I satisfied Ginger sexually, and that we were sexually simpatico, and certainly exclusive. Not having an overabundance of self-confidence to begin with my self-image was quickly circling the drain -- actually it was in worse condition than a turd being flushed down the toilet!

I finally meandered back to my apartment about 4 p. m. I didn't know what I was going to say to Ginger. I didn't know what I was going to do. I felt more lost than at any other time in my life.

When I went into the apartment Ginger was in the kitchen. Sybil was with her. I saw that Ginger had been crying and both of them had scared looks on their faces.

"Oh darling, where have you been, I've been so worried," Ginger squealed as she ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck. I had no reaction at all. I was like a statue, my arms at my side, a constant blank look on my face. I did notice that there was no sign of "The Rating Game" on the kitchen table.

"Uh, I'll be going now," Sybil mumbled and then rocketed out of there with a relieved expression on her face.

Ginger finally disengaged from me with tears in her eyes. Basically, I was still in a trance. I do remember wondering if she would bring up the 800 pound gorilla-like subject, or let me.

"What would you like me to make for dinner," Ginger asked, trying to sound upbeat and perky. "Anything you want, if we don't have it I'll go get it."

In a moment of clarity, but I'm sure still with a blank look on my face, I mumbled "Italian sausage with peppers and onions," then slumped into a chair.

The fact that I had actually responded to a question seemed to perk her up. "Oh, great, honey. I'll go get them right now, and I'll get a six pack of your favorite imported beer too," she gushed. She wiped off her face, grabbed the car keys, kissed me on the cheek as I sat in the kitchen and scurried out the door. "I'll be right back," she said in a sing-song voice.

I had asked for Italian sausage because I knew that we didn't have any in the house, and that it was a credible choice. As soon as the door closed I started packing; I had made a decision. I simply could not live a lie. I needed enough clothing for a few nights until I could find someplace else to live. I could sleep on the couch in my office at work one night, and then find a single friend that I could stay with for a while.

I expected to be gone by the time that Ginger got back. She was faster than I thought. When she saw me closing up one suitcase, and another one already closed and near the door, she cried out "What are you doing, Justin? Why are you packing?"

"I think that you can figure it out," I responded in an automaton voice.

Hearing that her jaw dropped, and I guess that she felt that she had to bring up the 800 pound gorilla issue.

"It was just a stupid game, darling...I was drunk...you saw how shit-faced I was...I didn't really mean my responses," she cried out.

Still without emotion I looked her in the eye and replied "Oh, you didn't mean the one about loving me? You certainly couldn't be referring to the responses that you have to fake all your orgasms, that I'm a two out of ten in bed, and that you had a one night stand that really floated your boat, because no sane person would lie about things like that!"

"It was just a fucking game," she screamed. "I don't give a shit about that stuff, I love you, I want you to be the father of my kids..." she ranted as I picked up my suitcases and headed toward the door. "You can't leave because of some fucking bachlorette party game," she wailed as she grabbed onto me and literally fell to the floor. Her screaming as she lay prone at the doorway had the other tenants on our floor with their doors open and their eyes wide. 

After I took two steps down the stairs I turned around and robotically uttered "You deserve to have a husband who satisfies you. You don't need me." Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of our female neighbors rush over to the horizontal figure at the doorstep to my former apartment, her wailing providing background sounds as I mechanically got in my car and drove away.

I stayed in my office that Sunday night, and showered at the workout room area in the basement of the office building I worked in, and then changed my clothes. During the day I let all of my incoming phone calls go to voicemail. I called a few single friends of mine and found one willing to let me stay in his spare bedroom until I found another place.

That afternoon I received a visit from Trent, Sybil's husband. "Can we talk in private, Justin?" he asked with a sheepish look on his face.

"Oh shit," I said to myself. "Now all the husbands of the women at the bachlorette party know that I'm sexually inadequate too; I'm gonna have to leave town." Despite the pit in my stomach I didn't see a way to avoid it, and I thought maybe by talking to Trent I could avoid future visits by others, so I said "OK."

We went into my office and Trent closed the door.

"Listen, Justin -- well, I, uh... well I really don't know any details but Sybil is beside herself because she had the women at the party play some stupid fucking game that she made up. She says that all the women were drunk when they played it, and that no one knew whose game sheet that they were reviewing and scoring; and, well... that everyone was just being silly. Sybil's devastated that you've walked out on Ginger and that apparently you're not answering your phone..."

I knew how painful this was for Trent, and that he was here only out of love for Sybil, so I didn't say anything or even look him in the eye.

Trent took a deep breath and then continued. "Sybil is over at your apartment now and says that Ginger is a basket case and couldn't go into work today, so Sybil took off too to be with her. Man, can you get past this? I know whatever Ginger said it was just the booze talking."

After gathering my composure and doing the best that I could not to cry I finally looked at Trent. He was squirming in his chair and it appeared that he would rather be anyplace else on earth. "Sorry, dude," I said softly. "My insides have been ripped out. She might as well have castrated me. I don't see any way to overcome this; a eunuch should not be married."

Then I lay my head on the desk and despite my resolve not to I started bawling like a baby.

I felt Trent touch my head and heard him say "Sorry, man," and then heard the door to my office open and close.

I was on autopilot for the next week. I went to a family law attorney, Jessica Sterns, recommended by the corporate attorney for the company that I worked for. I told her I wanted out as quickly as possible and that I'd likely give in on everything financial. "What are your earnings compared to hers," Jessica asked.

"Roughly equal," I replied, "I probably make a couple thousand more a year, but I'll be changing jobs as soon as the divorce is final -- I need to get away."

Jessica looked sympathetic. "There should be no reason for alimony. How about counseling, are you open to that?"

"No; I simply couldn't take it," I mumbled in reply.

"One of the judges, Judge Costner, in family law court almost always orders it. If we get him we may not have a choice," she said.

"Do whatever you can," I replied. I wrote the check for her retainer and shuffled out the door.

My single friend talked me into staying with him -- he needed a roommate to help with the rent otherwise he might have to move. He had a job where he traveled a lot, and was pretty easy to get along with, so I agreed.

I had to start answering my phone at work because clients didn't like their calls always going to voicemail during normal business hours. Ginger called often, especially once she got served with the divorce papers. It was difficult talking to her. Normally after a couple minute of her crying and apologizing I'd tell her that I was hurt too badly, and that she was better off without me, and then hang up.

Murphy's Law said that we would get Judge Costner, and of course Murphy's Law always prevails. Ginger was eager for him to order counseling, and there was nothing that Jessica could do to stop it.

The first session in counseling was one of the most painful experiences of my life. Ginger went through an entire range of emotions, sometimes begging forgiveness, crying, screaming, chastising me for being unable to man-up, repeating over and over that she loved me, that if I had looked at the entire game sheet that I would have seen that I was a B+ husband. Of course she had destroyed the game sheet the day that I saw it so the counselor could not look at it.

Ginger also swore that her one night stand in Chicago was the only time that she had sex with another man during our marriage, that she was drunk then too, and that she felt horrible about and it would never be repeated. Those comments anesthetized me.

I participated the minimum amount possible in the session. Fortunately I was numb during most of it because if I hadn't been I surely would have cried. I could see sympathetic looks by the counselor.

The counselor terminated the session ten minutes early and asked me to stay and talk to her by myself. As soon as Ginger left the room she got right to the point.

"Justin, it appears to me that you are clinically depressed. I sense that you weren't swimming in self-confidence before and that this episode has destroyed you. I don't see marriage counseling being of any benefit to you, but I do want you to see a psychiatrist."

"Will you tell the judge that?" I meekly asked.

"It will be in my report to him. Here is a list of psychiatrists that I recommend," she continued, as she opened up her desk drawer, pulled out a printed sheet and handed it to me. "Please go see someone -- you need help. You can't get through this alone." 

The next week Judge Costner revoked the order for counseling despite Ginger's protests. He did tell her that she should go in to see the counselor one more time, alone, however. I'm sure that she did because a week later she dropped all resistance to the divorce.

Obviously, I didn't attend Ashley's wedding, and I think that Ginger backed out of being a bridesmaid/bridesmatron.

Ginger couldn't believe that I wanted nothing from our apartment or savings except for a few more articles of clothing and sports gear. She offered photographs, artwork, all sorts of things, and even money from our checking account or the few bonds that we co-owned; but either Jessica or I politely declined everything. I know that it really bothered her that I didn't want one of our wedding albums. Ginger never asked for alimony.

Even before my divorce was final I quit my job and left town. I got another job in a high pressure environment (a Hedge Fund) that required eighty hour work weeks but that paid very well. Since I had no life at that point -- all that I did was work, eat, sleep, and exercise -- I made scads of money over the next two years. I never had a date, and never even masturbated, during those two years.

I don't know how long I would have gone on like that but one holiday, when working would do me no good and I had already exercised for three hours, I decided to clean up my apartment. I dropped a folder and out floated the list of shrinks that the marriage counselor had given me. I had never followed up on that. I held the paper in my hands, sat down at the kitchen table, and cried. In a moment of courage I decided right then to do something about my life.




The Rating Game Disaster



The next day I called Dr. Winston, a physiatrist that I found on line. He had a cancellation for the day after that. I took off work for one of the few times in the last two years and went to see him. After hearing my story and about my life since my divorce -- including my total lack of any sex whatsoever -- he had no hesitation about prescribing a further course of action.

"There is no way that I can help you Mr. Holland. You need to see a sex therapist. My strong recommendation is Dr. Susan Jenkins. She is both a psychologist and licensed sex therapist and if anyone can help you she can. I'll call her for you right now -- when are you free to see her?" Dr. Winston asked.

"As soon as she has an opening; I've gotten up the courage to do it, and I don't want to delay and find a reason to back out," I replied.

By Friday of that week I was in to see Susan, as Dr. Jenkins insisted that I call her. She was a distinguished looking woman with deep, penetrating blue eyes, light brown hair, and a sleek figure and fashionable clothing. She wore granny glasses, which made her look classy rather than old; I would estimate her age at fifty. She had a written report from Dr. Winston and got right into "talk therapy." Despite my apprehension when I went in, she put me at ease in the first ten minutes.

She told me that the particulars of my situation were unique -- which didn't surprise me. Despite the uniqueness of my situation she had a complete plan of action by the end of my second session. "I know that this will work, Justin," she said with a big smile. She got up from her chair, walked over to the couch that I was sitting on, grabbed my hands with hers and pulled me up, and gave me a hug. When she broke her hug she stared into my eyes and said "I guarantee that within six months all of your issues will be behind you. Next session will be two hours long and will include time with Nadine, a certified sex surrogate."

"Sex surrogate?" I inquired. "What's that?"

"A hands-on sex therapist. I'm a talk therapist; I have to have an arms length relationship with you. Nadine needs to intimately touch you. Working together we'll get the job done," Susan said with a smile.

"Uh, sorry to be so crude or bold," I stammered, "but is Nadine a prostitute?"

"No, there is no similarity between a prostitute and a sex surrogate. Among the many differences: surrogacy is directed toward medical solutions not 'getting off;' prostitution is oriented toward repeat business whereas sexual surrogacy is limited to a predetermined number of sessions; and prostitution has no licensing requirements and is illegal in most places whereas sexual surrogates are licensed and legal," Susan replied with a smile.

"Uh -- sorry to ask a dumb question," I responded.

"It wasn't a dumb question. Many others have the same question. I'm glad you asked it. Perhaps to anticipate another question you might have, you need to be checked for STDs by our next session and we will provide you Nadine's health certificate," Susan continued. She reached into her desk and pulled out a printed sheet with the names of three testing labs on it, one of which was only three blocks from my office. "Any one of these three will do the job; just hand them this sheet, which has my information on it -- they are used to dealing with me -- and they'll email the results to me.

"Thanks," I said.

"I do need to inform you that the treatment is expensive though, and health insurance doesn't pay for it, but it is what I strongly recommend."

"Money is not a problem for me at the present time," I grinned; "I just want to be cured."

Susan hugged me one more time and whispered "You're going to do great, Justin; I assure you."

I got tested the next day. I tried to put my next session out of my mind, but whenever I wasn't working I was thinking about it. I lowered my blood pressure the best that I could when I reported to Susan's office a week after my tests.

"So good to see you, Justin," Susan greeted me. "No problem with your STD test results, so let me introduce you to Nadine and then we'll go over procedures."

I remained standing as Susan pushed a button on her phone and a pleasant looking, but not beautiful, woman likely in her early thirties walked in from an adjacent room. She appeared to be wearing only a robe and slippers.

"Justin, this is Nadine -- Nadine, Justin," Susan said.

Nadine had a warm smile and a tender, yet almost electric, touch as she grasped one of my hands between hers. "It's very nice to meet you, Justin," she said -- and from her demeanor I was sure that she meant it.

Despite the fact that I had seen many women better looking than Nadine she had an aura about her that made her unique; certainly more attractive than her appearance would otherwise indicate. As Susan talked I found myself looking more at Nadine -- either directly or out of the corner of my eye -- than listening. I was sorry that I hadn't taken in everything that Susan said when I heard "So Nadine why don't you take Justin to your room now and come back in about an hour."

Nadine held my hand and led me to the adjoining room. It had a bed, cushions on the floor, low lighting, and soft music playing. Erotic images also flashed on one of the walls, changing every few seconds. "Please remove your shoes and socks, Justin," she said with a smile. Once I did we sat on the cushions on the floor, cross-legged, facing each other, both of my hands in hers.

We talked just about things in general for a while. She smiled or laughed most of the time we talked. It was effortless to feel at ease with her. She so seamlessly transitioned into the beginning of therapy that I wasn't nervous -- that is until I noticed that she was completely naked.

"Justin, the first thing that we're going to do is to go over my sensitive sexual components. It's really just a biology lesson only with a live subject. Let's both stand up and I'll direct your hands.

When we stood up I got a good view of her body. She was what most men would think slightly overweight. Her breasts were good sized with little sag and with puffy nipples. Her crotch area was shaved and clearly defined by muscular thighs. She was about four inches shorter than I was.

Talking to me softly, and without any judgment or any real instruction, she moved my right hand, then my left hand, into contact with the bulk of each of her tits, then the fingers of each hand into contact with her nipples. The tactile sensation was fabulous. "Now lightly pinch my nipples," she coached. "That makes me feel very good, Justin." After about a minute delay where she had a joyful look on her face she said "Now bring your tongue into contact with one of my nipples -- go ahead, don't be shy."

I did as instructed, and rolled my tongue over one nipple, then the other. "That feels fabulous, Justin -- can you tell that your action is turning me on?"

"Uh, I guess so," I mumbled trying to keep my tongue in contact with one of her delicious nipples so that speech was difficult.

"Let me show you," she then said, as she took one of my hands and brought it briefly into contact with her pussy. "See how wet I am," she gurgled, then removed my hand. "Your tongue on my nipple sends a signal directly to my vagina -- can you tell that?"

"Yes," was all that I could get out.

"Now please suck on one of my nipples -- not hard, but make sure that your tongue teases my nipple when you do...That's it...Yum...Now the other nipple...Yes, that feels so good."

I have to say that I really enjoyed sucking her puffy nipples. I had never seen puffy nipples live before and they were exquisite; so soft and pliable.

"While you continue to suck I have to perform a test, Justin...Now don't stop while I do that, OK -- just nod your head," she said after taking a deep breath and giving me a big smile.

I nodded my head "Yes;" the next thing I knew her hand was on my cock, with my pants still on and still zipped up.

"Can you tell that you have no physiological problem, Justin," she said as she squeezed and released my cock. "You're very hard," she grinned. I kept sucking.

Some time later she gently pushed me away and then said "Now it's time for show and tell. Are you comfortable, Justin?"

"Yes," I more gasped than said.

She went and sat on the bed, near the headboard. The mattress was extra firm. She spread her legs and said "Come and kneel here, Justin -- between my legs so that you can get a good look."

I did as I was told.

Nadine then proceeded to stroke her outer labia, and then pull one away from the other, then both apart; expose her inner labia; expose her clitoris; and insert a finger into her snatch. All the while she was talking about what she was doing, how everything she did made her feel, what the right amount of force was to get the optimum reaction from her -- more things than I had ever thought of before. When she started stimulating her clit her breathing got shallow and her eyes fluttered.

"See, Justin -- this has a profound effect on me; on any woman. If I continue doing this I will orgasm. Do you want to see me orgasm?" she asked.

"Yes...please," I grunted. 

After a short time manipulating her clit Nadine spasmed, closed her eyes, and let out a small shriek. I was entranced, never having seen a woman masturbate before. When she opened her eyes she smiled broadly and said "Could you tell that that felt so good, Justin; could you tell that?"

"For sure," I mumbled.

"Would you like to be the one to make me feel that good, Justin?" she asked with a serious face.

"Uh, well, uh...Yes, I would," I finally blurted out.

"We'll go over that next session, then?" she grinned. Then she squeezed my cock once through my pants again and remarked "I'm very glad to see that you're still hard; that's very good. Now I'll get dressed and take you to see Susan again."

Nadine slowly put her robe back on -- her only article of clothing -- while I carefully watched her, completely spellbound. She led me by the hand back into Susan's office. I couldn't believe it when I looked at the clock -- an entire hour had gone by although it felt like just a few minutes.

"Did you make some progress?" Susan asked Nadine.

"Yes, a significant amount," Nadine replied. "I think that we should give Justin some written information to review and we'll progress next week."

"Sounds good," Susan replied.

"See you next week," Nadine said with a smile while squeezing my hands. Then she left the room.

"Do you share Nadine's view of significant progress?" Susan asked me.

"I can tell you that she got me very excited, and it is impossible to believe that I won't make progress with her," I replied with a smile.

Susan and I went over some more general things. Then she handed me a brochure that she and Nadine had co-authored telling me what to expect in the future including the number of sessions, how to look at sex, and analyzing various sexual techniques and scenarios. I thanked her and when I left my two hour session I realized that it had had a surprisingly draining effect on me.

I had a lot to think about until next week's appointment. It was hard to get Nadine out of my mind. Her approach was just so sensual and erotic, yet pragmatic. One thing was for sure -- I was looking forward to next week's appointment.

The next week Nadine immediately stripped when we got into her room. We had a review of the first week, then she instructed me on oral and finger techniques. Nadine also informed me that a G-spot is not just a myth, but that about half of women have a bundle of nerves which a rough patch in the roof of their vagina if in the prone position. 

As I happily tested various techniques that Nadine instructed me in one thought kept creeping into my mind, "Maybe one of the reasons that Ginger had such a low opinion of my sexual prowess was because I rarely went down on her, because I didn't think that she enjoyed it all that much, and because I didn't either." With Nadine it was an entirely different situation. Her talking me through things -- as well as her natural reaction to what I was doing, which reaction was impossible to hide -- made it very enjoyable for me.

In the second session I worked on, with my fingers, tongue and lips, every part off Nadine's pussy, finding out just how wild rubbing a G-spot can make a woman. While she made sure that I knew that every woman was different she instructed me on what techniques had the highest probability of making sex enjoyable for my partner, and what things to avoid. She also gave me keys to when a woman was actually orgasming, and what indicated a fake orgasm.

Again my time with Nadine flew by, and after another talk session with Susan immediately after the hands-on one with Nadine I was again exhausted.

The third session with Nadine provided the breakthrough that I was looking for. Immediately after she disrobed she said "Justin, I need to undress you now. While I do you should touch me gently wherever you feel comfortable."

I immediately placed both hands on her nipples; she smiled. While she uttered soothing sounds and words Nadine soon had me completely naked. My cock was sticking straight out. Nadine softly rubbed my cock and stroked my balls while I continued to play with her tits.

"Since you don't have a problem with an erection we can move to the next step," Nadine said, gently stroking my cock. "Let's go over to the bed. Are you familiar with 'doggy' position?"

"Uh, sure...I've heard of it, but I...uh, well..." I stammered.

"There's no need to be nervous Justin. If you haven't done it before then I'll see to it that you do it right -- no bad habits," Nadine said with a big grin.

Nadine got on her hands and knees on the bed then turned to me and said "First rub your finger up and down my slit to make sure that it's moist...That's...groan... it! Now tease my clit a little...Uh,..whew...yes, like that. Now slowly insert your penis pushing slightly upwardly with your hips while you hold onto my hips...Uh, Yes, Yes, that's right; now vary your speed but keep moving your hips fowardddd...Oh, shit...and once in a whileeee...Oh,...slightly upwardly. Now keep goinggg...ugh,...Yes...until you climax."

I did exactly as she asked. Her pleasant tone and her inviting body made it easy for me. I really thought that I would be apprehensive but my arousal overwhelmed my apprehension. Periodically I thought of Ginger, which was a downer, but I would quickly snap out of it when I realized that this woman was much more appreciative and "into it" than Ginger had ever been.

The entire time that I stroked her, Nadine offered words of encouragement and told me to relax -- which I surprisingly did. Finally she said "Uh, Justin...do you feel my vagina tensing..."

"Yesss..." I mumbled.

"That means...uh, oh...that I'm about to cum; increase your pace...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Nadine moaned.

I don't know if the "fuck mes" were part of her therapy, but they sure worked. I pumped hard only five or six times when I knew for sure that she was orgasming by how her pussy clamped onto my cock, and I instantly blew my load. It was almost as if I had stored all of the cum my gonadotropes produced the last two years. I don't think that I ever felt better in my life as I spewed blast after blast into Nadine's willing pussy.

For the first time in my life I was certain that my sex partner came; there was no faking that climax. I felt awesome, but drained, and collapsed onto Nadine's back. She hadn't done anything except groan and whimper while I was ejaculating into her, but now she started regaining her composure. She very quietly said, as she turned her head slightly toward me, "Justin, to maximize our pleasures stay in me until you go soft, and stroke my rear end and breasts with your hands."

I did as instructed, normally having one hand on a puffy nipple and the other squeezing or stroking her ass. At one point I inadvertently stopped a stroke with one finger touching her pucker hole. She flinched.

"Did I do something wrong?" I inquired with real concern.

"Absolutely not. I flinched as a natural reaction to you touching my anus. For me, and for quite a few women, touching the anus is very pleasurable so if you see no problem with it, do it," Nadine replied.

I was out to learn to please a woman so I started stroking Nadine's anus, and at one point even put a lubricated finger in it up to the first knuckle. From Nadine's vocalization it was clear that she enjoyed it.

When I finally went soft Nadine sensed it and said "Pull out now, Justin, and then cuddle me."

Of course I did as told. As we lay in each other's arms Nadine continued. "Cuddling is very important for women. Almost all women really enjoy it especially after a very successful mating experience -- like ours was."

When she made her last comment by reflex I got a big smile on my face and felt a rush of hormones. "WOW -- a sex surrogate got turned on by me," I bragged to myself.

When we returned to Susan's office I saw that our session had last eighty minutes. This time Nadine sat down with me on Susan's couch and held my hand.

Nadine described the session to Susan and both were genuinely pleased. Susan asked us both numerous questions, then suggested two more sessions between Nadine and I instead of the three that had previously been planned. I was disappointed because I knew that Nadine would never let me fuck her except as part of my therapy, but accepted it.

The next two sessions with Nadine were earth-moving. My self-confidence grew by leaps and bounds over a total of about three hours in her loving arms, or exquisite pussy. She did what a surrogate was supposed to do -- she probably was the most successful at accomplishing her goals than any other person I had ever "worked" with my entire life.

Nadine left me with Susan at the conclusion of my last session with her -- during which I came twice within 70 minutes, an all time first for me. Susan pronounced me "almost cured."

"I feel great, Susan -- why are you qualifying my success?"

"Right now you are euphoric. But in the next few weeks you'll long for Nadine, and you'll question your confidence with other women. You need to establish a relationship soon -- one with an experienced partner that will make her best efforts to satisfy you, and teach you other things -- and things that Nadine was ethically precluded from teaching you. Then you will have one last hurdle," Susan said stoically.

"One last hurdle?" I asked.

"We'll set an appointment four months from now and I'll talk with you about it then. In the meantime, do you have prospects for the type of partner I'm talking about?" she asked.

"I really don't; there are a few women at work and at the health club who expressed interest in me at one time or another, but they are younger and I didn't respond to them at all before so it's likely that they've written me off as gay. I haven't had any meaningful social life in the last two years; I may not be able to do what you say," I dejectedly replied.

Susan thought for a minute. "Justin, I may get in trouble if this comes out and people misinterpret what I'm doing, but I do have a suggestion for you. It will require some expenditure of money on your part, though. Do you want to hear it, or are you not interested?"

I thought for a second; so far Susan had been the consummate professional, and had done a fantastic job for me. I wouldn't dismiss it out of hand. "Is she a prostitute?"

"No; an acquaintance of mine in a bad situation."

"I'm all ears," I said.

"Her name is Brittany. She is forty eight years old. She is just coming out of a bankruptcy and a divorce. I'm not at liberty to go into all of the details, but she needs a place to live; she is going to have to move out of town to live with her elderly parents if she doesn't find a good situation soon. The only jobs that she can get are menial ones because of the way that her ex-husband and ex-boss -- who she would not put out for -- have trashed her reputation."




The Rating Game Disaster



"Isn't she too old for me? I don't turn twenty nine until next week." I replied, somewhat non-plussed.

"I tell you what," Susan said. "Here's her number -- I'll call it right now with you here to make sure that her service hasn't been cut off. Can you meet her tomorrow for dinner? If you have no interest after meeting her, then just walk away -- I won't build up her expectations. If you like her, be frank about what deal you have in mind. Sex instruction for room, board, and entertainment."

I asked myself what I had to lose and came up with "nothing," so I said "OK."

I met Brittany for dinner at a medium priced restaurant the next night. She was easy to spot. She had flaming red hair, big tits, a big ass, and a small waist. Her face wasn't classically beautiful but it was very pleasant -- open and friendly.

I couldn't believe how quickly we hit it off. I felt an immediate connection. After dinner we took a walk in a park and sat on a bench to talk.

"I don't know how much Susan told you about why I wanted to meet you," I said.

"Not much of anything except that you were a patient of hers and that we might be able to help each other out -- although I'm not sure what she meant by that," Brittany replied. "I'm not going to work as a call girl regardless of how desperate my situation is."

"I have a proposal for you," I replied, trying to act as professional as possible. "Why don't you come live in my apartment with me; I have a two bedroom one in a nice part of the city. If you cook and do wash for me I'll support you. If we establish an intimate relationship, and I can benefit from your experience, then I'll support you for job training, or whatever else you want to do. I'll sign a contract with you saying that in exchange for cooking for me I can't evict you without giving you six weeks notice."

Brittany sat without saying anything for a good two minutes; when she finally spoke up she simply said "OK," with a big grin on her face. We shook on it. I helped her move what little stuff she had into my apartment that Saturday after we signed a simple agreement, and we both were all smiles.

A platonic relationship lasted all of two days. I had really enjoyed her company Saturday and Sunday, and it was clear that she enjoyed mine too. Monday when I came home from work she was just getting out of the shower, apparently after her daily exercise, which would account for her well-toned thighs, a feature impossible to miss. She only had a towel on.

"I didn't know you were coming home this early," she said, with eyes wide.

"I took off early to see if I could treat you to dinner, but..." I said, staring at her since the towel barely covered her crotch.

"But what?" she asked with a grin.

I got as bold as I ever have been in my life -- plus corny. "I would love to eat here, at the 'Y'," I replied, licking my lips. 

Brittany let the towel drop.

My tongue was in her snatch less than thirty seconds later. One finger was inside her pussy searching for her G-spot (she had a very sensitive one), and my tongue on her clit, a minute after that. We were fucking furiously two minutes after she came down from her first orgasm. She maneuvered me so that her heels were on my shoulders while I penetrated her with my cock, and in this position I almost bottomed out in her. Her big tits swaying, and her hand periodically stroking my balls, were soon too much to take and I blasted a load into her, eliciting pleasure moans although she didn't orgasm at that time.

That began the most sexually fulfilling time of my life. She taught me everything about what a woman wants, and how a woman should work to please me. She was a fucking tigress who could get me hard in about two seconds flat, could suck the chrome off of a trailer hitch, and would do anything. She showed me how to use butt plugs and vibrators to maximum advantage and how to switch sex positions without disengaging, and the pleasures of an ass-fuck.

I cut my work hours way down, because I really wanted to spend time with Brittany. My job was such that I wasn't hurting anyone else by working less; I would just make a little less money -- but I had plenty of that after two years of nothing but work.

In the next four months I honestly don't think that a day went by that Brittany and I didn't fuck at least once. Normally we fucked twice on both Saturday and Sunday, and sometimes in the middle of the week too. I paid for her job training, gave her spending money, and she cooked when we didn't go out, and kept the apartment immaculate.

When I had my last appointment with Susan, with a sly grin she asked me "So, how are things with Brittany."

"Way, way, way over-the-top fantastic," I replied with a big grin. "We're not in love with each other, but we sure have the mutually-satisfying sex thing down pat."

Susan smiled. "I talked to Brittany on the phone yesterday. I asked her to honestly evaluate you as a sex partner on a scale of 1-10. Do you want to hear her response?"

I wasn't sure; this was a moment of truth. "Uh, yes...yes I do," I finally replied.

"Nine most of the time; ten some of the time, and never less than eight; looks like if 2+ was ever true -- and I'm not sure that it was -- those days are long gone!" Susan said, beaming.

I felt so good that I didn't know whether I wanted to laugh or cry. Finally I decided to do neither and ask some questions.

"So where do I go from here?"

"Well, what are your plans with Brittany?" Susan asked.

"She finishes job training in a month, and hopes to have her own place and a job within a month or so after that. While we both really enjoy the sex -- I'd rate her a 10 without hesitation -- and each other's company, we both realize that our relationship is not long term. What I meant is do I need any more sessions?"

"No, but there is one last thing if you are to be a complete, unequivocal success," Susan replied. Then she stared into space for a few seconds, rocked back and forth in her chair a couple of times, sighed, and looked me straight in the eye. "For the last part of your therapy, to insure that you are completely cured, you have to have sex with Ginger again. Can you manage it?" Susan inquired.

I almost lost it. That was the last thing that I expected her to say.

"Why?" I whined once I regained my composure.

"To exorcise your last demons. I'm not suggesting that you marry her again, or have a long standing relationship with her. All that I'm suggesting -- to put this crudely -- is that you fuck her brains out and see for yourself how her reaction has changed. I assure you that there will be no fake orgasm -- but you need to know for yourself otherwise there will always be doubt in your mind."

"Hmmm," was the only response that I could muster.

"Think about it. You and I are done, however, and it has been very enjoyable having you as a patient. I can tell you that I am thrilled by the results, and wish you all the best in the future," Susan said with a big grin as she stood up.

"Thank you, Susan -- you've been great; you and Nadine could not have been better," I replied, extending my hand to shake hers.

"No handshake bullshit," she laughed as she approached me and gave me a big hug. I squeezed her back.

I had a lot to think about. Since I respected Brittany as an "older woman," and this was something I sure couldn't ask my mother, I asked her opinion on Susan's last quest. "Susan's previous quest set me up with you -- which could not possibly have worked out better," I said; "but do you think the latest one is realistic."

"Sure," Brittany nonchalantly replied. "Just on the basis of sexual fulfillment alone I'd stay with you, and there is no reason she wouldn't want to see if you've changed."

"You don't think that she hates me now?"

"I can't really answer that question for you, but the point is Susan hasn't been wrong before so why not give it a try?" Brittany responded.

"Well...she lives five hundred miles away, and I wouldn't know how to break the ice," I whimpered, rubbing my hands together.

"Man up," Brittany laughed. "I'll be out of your hair in two months, you're on a month-to-month lease for your apartment, and you told me a number of times you'd like to move back to your home town. As for contacting her, my God, you were married to the woman for five years, you should know how to do that. If you have a problem, call one of her friends -- like the Sybil person who had the party that ruined your self-confidence."

I shrugged my shoulders and said "I guess."

Brittany got a diabolical smile and ran her fingers over my crotch, instantly hardening me. "Why don't you show me how you're going to fuck her comatose?"

I did. I put more energy into that fuck than any other I've ever had in my life. After first eating Brittany to two orgasms I pounded her doggy style so hard that her big tits were smacking together loud enough to sound like a crowd at an athletic event. I came so hard, while at the same time that I stuck a finger in her ass, that she did go comatose for a few seconds. When she finally recovered, after some nice aftershocks, she looked me in the eye and said "Shit, Justin, that was the best fuck of my life. I hope that she has a heavy duty chassis because if you fuck her like you did me you might kill her!"

Then Brittany passionately kissed me, and dissolved into a puddle of protoplasm, either asleep or passed out within seconds.

After Brittany's last evaluation of my performance, and thinking back again on how everything that Susan had told me and done for me was spot on, I made plans for my return to my home town and my seduction of my ex-wife. 

Within two months I had a lower pressure version of my present job in my home city; I had talked to Sybil and Ashley -- after swearing them to secrecy about me contacting them -- and found out that Ginger didn't date much and was having a hard time moving on, and would likely welcome contact from me. Brittany got high recommendations from her job-training instructors and landed the perfect job for her.

I paid two months advance rent on my apartment so that Brittany would have a place to stay until she found suitable lodging after her first three months of work; I left my furniture with her since it would have been more trouble than it was worth to move it, and she had use for it. Brittany had a long list of guys interested in her so she would have no trouble hooking up with someone once I left.

A few days before I moved, Brittany and I went for a long weekend together to a resort in the mountains. We didn't get in much fishing, hiking, or sight-seeing, but we did break the bed in the room that we were staying in. We both had tears in our eyes when we parted and wished the other the best of luck.

Less than a week after I moved, through Sybil -- who still felt guilty about her part in our divorce -- I set up an "inadvertent" meeting between Ginger and I at a local mall. Sybil called me on her cellphone to tell me what store she and Ginger were going to. I "just happened" to be looking at some clothing at the front of that store when Sybil and Ginger sashayed in.

"Justin!" Sybil exclaimed, then said to Ginger, "Holy shit, Ginger, it's Justin," as she grabbed Ginger's arm and hustled over to me. I acted surprised but warm.

Ginger looked like she had seen a ghost.

I looked Ginger over from head to toe. She looked real good -- a few lines in her face, maybe she had lost five pounds, which she couldn't really afford to lose, but she looked real good!

"Hi, Ginger, hi, Sybil. Nice to see you," I said cheerfully.

"When did you get into town?" Sybil gushed; "are you just visiting?"

"I moved here just this week; I'm back in town, hopefully for good," I replied, trying to conjure a shy smile.

"Well why didn't you call us?" Sybil asked, acting a little huffy.

"I was working up the courage to do so. I especially wanted to call you, Ginger, but I was afraid of what your reaction might be -- I,...,uh, well,...I didn't know if you ever wanted to see me again," I sheepishly said.

"Well of course she did, right, Ginger?" Sybil said with a big grin.

Ginger was just standing there, looking like she wanted to say something but the words just wouldn't come out. There was a tear in her eye as she stammered "I...I...I"

Sybil put her out of her misery. "Justin why don't you take Ginger to one of the mall restaurants; we were both getting ready to eat soon anyway. Call me when you want me to pick Ginger up since we came together."

"I'll give her a ride home," I quickly said. "That is if you will let me take you to lunch, Ginger."

"OK," she weakly replied and stopped the tears that had been starting to form.

Talk about uncomfortable. The first fifty minutes that Ginger and I were together in the restaurant were the most awkward of my life. Neither of us was willing to talk about the 800 pound gorilla in the room, so we just asked general questions about how we had been, what we were doing now, things like that -- along with a number of painful pauses. Just as I was about to ask for the check Ginger blurted out "I missed you Justin. I hope that we can be friends."

"I'm not interested in being friends with you, Ginger," I said in a flat tone. Her face dropped, before I continued, "However, I am interested in dating you." She tried hard, and fairly successfully, to suppress a grin. 

Then Ginger's mouth evidenced a half sneer, and she said "I don't know, you hurt me a lot by divorcing me."

I know that I flushed with anger. "Shit, I'm sorry, I thought that it was you who cheated and insulted me to your friends. I guess I remembered it wrong, huh?" With that I got up, threw two twenties on the table, and started walking away, mad at myself for having blown it, but even madder at Ginger for such an asshole comment.

By the time that I had exited the restaurant she had caught up with me. She body-checked me into a wall and before I could stop her threw her arm around my neck and started kissing me. In between kisses she moaned "I'm sorry that I drove you away," about fifteen times. I have to admit that the kisses felt good -- Ginger always was a fantastic kisser.

She finally let me up for air and said "Yes, I would like to go out on a date with you. When?"

I so wanted to say "Screw you, bitch," but that wouldn't get me in her pants; so I replied "How about Saturday night; I'll pick you up at 7:00 for dinner and dancing."

"Perfect," she smiled. "I can show you where I live when you take me home."

She squeezed my hand when I got to her apartment building -- a different one than we had lived in together. She invited me in to show me her place, but I declined.

When I picked Ginger up on Saturday it was obvious that she had gone all out to look "killer." She was perplexed when I didn't enter her apartment but just waited outside it while she put the finishing touches on, but she never said anything about it. When she did emerge I didn't recognize any of the clothes that she had on, but they showed off her exquisite body perfectly. She had just the right amount of makeup on, including eye shadow that highlighted her enchanting blue eyes. It was almost like a first date for both of us, but with someone we had known a long time.

We had a great time at dinner and dancing, including a few slow dances where I couldn't help but get hard, and I couldn't hide it from the damn vixen because she put her thigh between my legs. When I brought her home she invited me in. Here was my chance to score, bang her into an orgasmic state, and then leave her; I'm still not sure exactly why I didn't do that but I declined to enter her apartment. There was a look of real disappointment on her face; however she instantly brightened up when I asked her to go to a play with me on Tuesday night. She quickly agreed.

We went out three or four nights a week for the next three weeks. While we kissed I never went any further with her than rubbing her tits through her clothing, and was able to cleverly maneuver her hand away from my zipper in each of the numerous times she tried to stroke or expose my cock, which was always stiff around her. I also never entered her apartment.

Of course I was playing mind games with Ginger, but even though I fucked two sluts during this time, I was really starting to torture myself as much as Ginger. During this time we had never discussed the circumstances surrounding our divorce. Things came to a head when we were returning from a baseball game one Sunday afternoon. Ginger asked if we could go to a park that she and I had gone to frequently when we were married.

While we sat on our favorite bench, isolated from most of the activity in the park, Ginger laid it all out.

"Why won't you come into my apartment, Justin?"

"Because, Ginger, there might be things in there that remind me of our marriage, things I want to forget."

"You'd be surprised to find that there is nothing from our former life that is visible; all the furniture has been replaced and the photos are all hidden away."

"Oh," I replied, in fact genuinely surprised.

"Why haven't you invited me to your apartment, Justin?"

"Because it would definitely lead to sex and I don't want to disappoint you," I nonchalantly replied.

Ginger got a desperate hurt look on her face and tears welled up in her eyes. "Justin, I know that you don't want to talk about what happened to us, but I'm going to and if you try to walk away I'll hold onto you and make a scene. Love was always more important to me than sex, and I loved you, and only you; and I'm so, so sorry that I hurt you. I can't tell you how I've agonized over it. I want you to give me another chance, and I think that you're willing to since you've gone out with me more than a dozen times since your return."

"Maybe I've changed enough so that you don't want me -- maybe now I'm more interested in sex than love," I responded with an edgy tone.

"I want to find out," she cried.

"Let's go to your apartment then," I said, eliciting a big smile from Ginger.

I had gone over the scenario many times in my mind -- I visualized it just like a wide receiver visualizes the key routes he'll run in a game, or a forward visualizes how he'll drive to the basket against a certain opponent. It included what I did to Brittany to render her comatose, plus a twist.

As soon as we entered Ginger's apartment I smashed my lips into hers as I roughly removed her clothes, including tearing her panties and popping one of the hooks on her bra. While still smashing my lips into hers I picked her up by the ass cheeks and essentially drove her into her couch. Once she was sitting there I got on my knees, spread her legs, and went after her pussy with every digit, my tongue, my lips, and even my nose.

Once I had her moaning I searched for a G-spot, something that I didn't even know was real before I met Nadine so I didn't know for sure if she had one. I found a raised bundle of nerves in the roof of her pussy. I went after it with my middle finger of my right hand while sucking on her clit and manipulating one of her nipples with my left hand. Ginger orgasmed within seconds; I could be sure by the way that her body involuntarily twitched and writhed that it wasn't a fake one. Nor were the three others that followed in quick succession.

Once Ginger started begging me to let her come down from her latest orgasm I pulled her off the couch onto her hands and knees, quickly shed my clothes, and then shoved my rock hard cock up her pussy in one thrust. I fingered her asshole with one hand while pulling her hair back with the other, as I proceeded to bang the ever-loving shit out of her. She went through another orgasm before I blasted a full load into her sopping wet cunt, triggering yet another one.

The last climax rendered her comatose. Her eyes were closed, she was moaning, and her body was limp. When my cock went flaccid I pulled out of her, lifted her flopping body off of the rug, and carried her to her bed. Then I got dressed and left.




The Rating Game Disaster



Mission accomplished. I hadn't made love to Ginger. I had fucked her senseless. I was certain that it was the best physical fuck that she had ever had in her life, so I had fulfilled Susan's last quest and could move on. However, the question now was whether I wanted to.

After I had been in my apartment about two hours Ginger called. "Hi, Justin. I wanted to thank you for rocking my world. I've never felt like that before in my life."

"Is that good or bad?" I deadpanned.

"So far beyond 'good' that its not in the same universe. I wish that you could have stayed and snuggled, though."

"It was just sex, Ginger; I enjoyed it too," I replied.

"Oh," she responded, and then there was a long pause. "Would you like to come over for dinner Tuesday night?"

"What's for desert?" I asked.

"Anything you want...and I do mean anything, Justin," she replied.

"OK -- what time should I get there?"

"Is six p. m. OK?"

"Sure, see you then," I replied.

My arrival at Ginger's apartment on Tuesday set the tone for the next month and a half. As soon as I entered I smashed my lips into her, backed her into the kitchen, bent her over the kitchen table, pulled off her panties, abused her G-spot until she had her first orgasm, then fucked her brains out.

To make a long story short, we continued a steamy sexual relationship for the next six weeks, including with butt plugs, vibrators, and ass-fucking. I stayed over at her place a half dozen times, and she stayed at mine a similar number. She was so well-fucked that her co-workers were teasing her about walking bowlegged, and often sitting at her desk staring into space. Ginger never made any overt comparisons between our sex life when we were married versus now, probably because she didn't want to open up an old wound, but did repeatedly tell me how happy and fulfilled she was.

A strange thing happened while I was fucking the shit out of her. I fell in love with her all over again. While I was almost completely over the issue that had divided us I had unrest in the back of my mind about whether Ginger really was aware of how badly that she had hurt me. My response to that unrest was probably not very mature, but I felt that I had to be sure that she would experience my pain before we could move on.

My opportunity to insure that she felt the same thing that I had came on a Sunday morning. We had fucked twice Saturday night at her apartment, with her achieving her now standard four or five orgasms. I was going to go back to my apartment after breakfast when she said that she had something to talk to me about.

"Justin; the last thing that I want to do is pressure you, especially since I have been the happiest I've ever been the last two months. But I have been offered a promotion in another city; I need to know if we have a future together because if we do I'll turn it down flat. But if there is no future I owe it to myself to go."

She was obviously nervous and biting her lip.

"So -- well, uh, well, what can you tell me?"

Without hesitation I replied, "Well, Ginger, a part of me still loves you. However, sex is very important to me, and you're just not good enough in bed for us to have a future together. When I compare you to the women that I was with after we divorced, you simply don't measure up. Sorry -- so maybe you should take that promotion."

She was beyond shocked; her eyes were wide, and tears were flowing. I stood up, gave her a kiss on her forehead, then said "Maybe we can get together again before you move," then turned and walked out the door, making sure that it was unlocked as I left.

Through the door I could hear her sobs and wails. I waited a good two minutes then went back in. I lifted her limp torso up off the kitchen table, smiled at her and said "Actually, I changed my mind. Why don't we get married again and start a family, and you stay in town."

Her expression changed from sadness, to joy, to anger as I stared into her eyes. Then she started hitting me on the chest with her fists yelling "You fucking asshole bastard, how could you do that to me; I hate you, you son-of-a-bitch."

After she pounded on me for a half minute or so I slung her over my shoulder, carried her back to her bed, ripped her robe off, pushed her face first onto the mattress, and fucked her senseless.

*****

We remarried a month later. The day that we did she threw out her remaining birth control pills.



The Rationalization Imperative



He'd woken up abruptly -- completely aroused, his dick harder than carbon steel. What he'd thought was just an awesome dream was not a dream at all. Looking down, there actually WAS a sweet young thing crouched between his thighs. And the lovely angel was feasting on his manhood like a ravenous whore.

He risked a quick look at his wife. She was still sleeping, her back to him just a half a foot away. Evidently, the movement of the mattress when the girl had crawled into bed with them hadn't woken her up. Nor had the throaty murmurs of arousal that thrummed his cock so wondrously. His wife was sleeping the sleep of the dead, he thought.

He relaxed a bit and let himself enjoy the attentions being focused upon his cock. He hadn't had a blow job this good in ages -- the little bitch's mouth was hot and slick, and the flicking of her tongue across the head of his cock was driving him wild.

A groan escaped his lips. Then another. The pleasure washed over him in waves. He reached his hands down and entangled his fingers in her fine, silky hair. He looked down and watched the pink lips slide down his stiff shaft, engulfing him in slippery heat. He could feel the head of his cock being squeezed by her throat muscles for a moment before her mouth slid back upwards. She ran her tongue around and around the sensitive tip.

"Yeah, like that...yeah, suck on the head a little harder...what a good little cocksucker you are..." he rasped.

"Mmm-hhhhmmm..." she murmured, her mouth full.

The bed moved beneath him„,his wife was stirring. He grabbed the girl's head and held her still, his cock halfway in her mouth. He waited, motionless, for almost a full minute, but there was no further movement. She must have gone back to sleep.

Slowly, he pushed the girl's head down until his cock was forced down into her throat. He heard her moan. He released her head and let her continue. In moments, the pleasure became almost unbearable. He needed to fuck. He needed to feel her cunt wrapped around his cock.

He slipped his cock from her mouth and pulled her upwards until the inside of her thighs pressed against the outside of his, then he quickly rolled her toward the middle of the bed. She lay spread out on her back beneath him, and he lowered his lips to suckle the puffy, rosy nipples atop her small, perfectly formed breasts, one after the other. He felt her reach down and grasp his pulsing shaft, guiding it, until the head nestled within her slick folds.

He thrust himself deep inside her, hard. Her heavy-lidded eyes widened and a gasp escaped her parted lips. He couldn't believe how incredibly tight and hot and wet her pussy felt. He began fucking her in earnest, making sure his strokes were deliberate, powerful and deep. The banging of the headboard, the creaking of the bedsprings, the thrill of her moans filled the room.

He groaned loudly as he emptied himself into her and collapsed atop her, breathing heavily.

After a few minutes, he raised himself up onto his elbows and looked at the lovely face beneath him. Their eyes locked. Her lips curved upward in a smile.

"I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay here for the school term...it is so sweet of you and Auntie Emily," she said earnestly, her voice breathy.

Auntie, the girl -- Caitlyn -- had said, referring to her aunt. Her Auntie Emily. I am her uncle. Her Uncle John; Emily is my wife. Wife.

John's heart leaped into his throat. His overwhelming lust, his need to drive his cock in and out of that hot little cunt, had driven all thought of his wife completely out of his head. When he thought about it, he realized that the powerful need to penetrate and plunder that young flesh had overcome all else.

Slowly, he turned his head to check on his wife.

Emily had rolled over on her side, and was lying motionless, with her face toward them. She was awake, he saw, and was staring at them, shaking her head slowly, back and forth. as if in slow motion. Her hand was pressed tightly to her lips. Her eyes were wide and glistened wetly, he could see, even though the room was dark save for the moonlight spilling through the windows.

Slowly and silently, so as not to startle her, he raised himself up from his niece.

His cock emerged from the girl's body with an abrupt, wetly slurping plop.

His wife turned away. He cursed inwardly.

"Go get us something to drink," he told his niece. "And give us a few minutes to talk, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered. She slid out of bed and walked (gloriously naked, he thought) out of the bedroom.

He got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put a finger beneath her chin and turned her face to his. The movement caused a single tear to spill from her eye and slide down her cheek. It landed, hotly, on his finger.

"Don't cry," he said. "You wanted her here; she's here."

"Yes, but -- " his wife began to protest.

"But, what? I didn't try to get into her pants. SHE jumped into bed with me. While I was asleep. I didn't know what I was doing until it was too late," he explained, gently.

"Yes, but -- " she began, but he stopped her.

"But nothing. What's been done can't be undone. What's been fucked can't be unfucked," he said.

"I know, but -- " she started, before he interrupted her again.

"To be honest, I don't want to unfuck her, either," he said, looking at her meaningfully.

He could see the realization of his words dawn in her eyes.

"Oh, no, you don't mean that -- " Emily said.

"Oh, yes, I DO mean that," he said.

"You want to keep fucking her? In our home? Oh my God, John, she's so young...! And our own flesh and blood...!" her voice rose shrilly.

"Not "want." I WILL keep fucking her. Maybe partly because she IS so young. And, you know she's your sister's daughter. Not of my blood," he said, evenly.

"But -- but -- " his wife stammered, disbelievingly.

"If you're worried about me and you, don't. I love you. Always have. I need you. Always will," he reassured her.

"Then why -- " she asked.

"Why?" he echoed. "Because of this."

He grabbed his wife's hand and placed it on his cock. It was still wet from her niece's pussy. It was sticky. His wife made a face of disgust and tried to yank her hand away, but couldn't wrest it from his grip. Instead, she felt him press his manhood against her palm and wrapped her fingers around its thickness.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now," he said. ""A man is driven to fuck. The mere act of seeding women, of propagation of the species, is why we exist. There's actually a term for it -- "biological imperative." Whatever the scientific gobbledygook, all I can say is that fucking increases my feelings of potency, purpose and power. It makes me feel like a man."

Emily was thinking deeply, eyes still fixed upon his erection, her head nodding unconsciously.

"You HAVE put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, yes I have. I have been faithful to you, Emily. I've felt frustrated over the years. I thought about fucking other women a lot. But, I didn't. I felt guilty for wanting them. So, I read up on how males and females are biologically wired. I didn't feel so guilty after that. But I still didn't fuck around.

"Who did you want to fuck?" Emily asked, hurt.

"What? Oh, shit, everyone and anyone. Women who looked good. Women I saw on the street. Women at work. But I stayed faithful to you. But, NOW I've gotten a taste of just how good it feels to fuck, there's no way I can not fuck her. I'm a man. Older, yes. But still, a man. And really, if men were made to fuck just one woman, then we shouldn't look at other women, we shouldn't be able to get hard for other women, we shouldn't be horny for other women. But I look at other women, my cock was hard as steel tonight, and I'm horny as hell to fuck her the second she gets back into the room. There's the proof," he said, gesturing toward his penis.

Emily opened her hand to reveal his manhood.

It was almost completely erect, it's thickness and its length perceptibly increasing with each pulse of blood within its veins. His wife, he noticed, seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the sight.

It was magnificent.

John stood up. His cock bobbed in front of Emily's face, its stickiness drying into a cracked sheen, still smelling of the mixed cocktail of pussy juice and cum.

"This is how my cock is going to be for a while. Hard, Wet. Sticky. Smelling like other women's cunts. Not just your niece's cunt, but whatever cunt I've just fucked," he said, gravely.

"Historically, that's how it's always been, hasn't it?" she asked, more to herself than him.

"Pretty much. Handmaidens, slaves, concubines, harems, captive wives..."

"I see, like Abraham and Jacob and all those stories," she added, thoughtfully.

"You'll have to get used to me fucking, get used to my cock smelling of other women. I'm going to fuck whenever I can, wherever I want, and whomever I desire," he told her.

"I think I'm beginning to understand," she said, quietly.

"I believe it'll make me a better man for you, I really do. Do you think you can deal with this?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I think so. Maybe it'll make me a better woman for you, too."

"It'll put you in your place," he stated, flatly.

"Yes, in my place," she repeated, her hand between her legs.

At that moment, Caitlyn walked in with a pitcher of lemonade in her left hand and three glasses in her right hand. She placed them on the night stand and then stretched out on the other side of the bed. (title) The Rationalization Imperative, or, I Seed, Therefore, I AM

John looked at the young, firm flesh and felt his cock twitch and impossibly, harden even more. He placed the tip of his throbbing member against Emily's lips.

"Clean the fuck off my cock, wife," John demanded.

Emily hesitated, then opened her lips and sucked the entire length of him into her mouth. John was surprised to see his wife puzzle over the taste in her mouth for just a moment before she threw herself into her task almost feverishly.

"You like it, don't you," he said, knowingly.

Her head nodded, bobbing on his flesh.

"Make it wet...I need my cock inside of Caitlyn..." he told her, his eyes roving up and down the nubile flesh awaiting his pleasure.

After just a few more seconds, John whispered, "Good girl...," and pulled his cock from her lips abruptly . Emily watched as, quick as a flash, her husband spread the girls thighs and shoved his spittle-slick cock deeply inside the moaning teen beneath him with a satisfied grunt.

Emily's finger circled her clit furiously as she watched her husband's frenzied fuck, his unbridled lust. She stared until she felt her climax erupt, then closed her eyes as the pleasure washed down over her, over and over. She laid herself back down, weak and quivering on the bucking mattress, until the dark of sleep claimed her.

She opened her eyes to find John kneeling over her face, his deflated cock glistening with their fluids and reeking mightily of musky fuck.

"You're so very good to me..." she whispered as he placed his manhood to her lips.

Emily opened her mouth to receive him.



The Rats



I lay bent over the couch, my naked bottom pointing skyward. Looking to my left I could see my best friend Josephine kneeling on the sticky carpeted floor, hair a mess, mascara running, opening her mouth to receive the third cock that evening. As I felt strong hands take hold of my hips and a hot, hard shaft begin to press between the cleavage of my arse cheeks I closed my eyes and with my heartbeat racing felt my mind flash back to how I'd got here...

Four weeks earlier and I was standing in the kitchen, telephone in hand and about to burst into tears. I'd just heard the worst news of my 23 year old life. "Portia? Portia, are you there...?" the faint voice on the other end of the line belonged to my best friend Josephine. I couldn't answer, I felt numb. 

It had finally happened. After months of internet rumours and NME gossip my favourite band in the whole world had announced their breakup. Ok, so with hindsight it was hardly the most catastrophic event to ever occur but to me The Rats had meant more than any other band and the thought of them no longer being around made me feel like I'd just been crushed by a falling piano. I had ever one of their records, EPs and singles but The Rats were so much more than a rock'n'roll band, the one thing even more intoxicating than their music was their dreamy lead singer Jonny Rad. Over the years my bedroom had become a shrine to the group but my one truly prized item was the life size poster of Jonny tacked to the ceiling directly above my bed. How many hours had a lay their looking up at him, losing myself in his gorgeous eyes, my hands traveling down between my legs and...

"Babe, are you there?" Josephine's voice snapped me back to reality "Hey, it's not the end of the world and we have got tickets to their last ever show, it's gonna be mad."

God she was good. I knew she was hurting over the news as well but she still wanted me to be ok. 

"Look," continued Josie suddenly getting a little serious "what if I said I could get us back stage?"

"What? How?" I laughed

"I've done it loads, you just find the right moment to dodge the security and you're in. I swear, it's easy. If anyone deserves to be backstage this night its us." 

"I guess we could try." I said, unconvinced.

"Jonny might even be there." Josie teased. 

That got my attention. Oh my God! What if I got to finally meet Jonny! My heart started racing. 

"Do you think we would, do you really think we would?" I squealed excitedly.

"I'll call you tonight," said Josie "we'll arrange everything."

I hung up the phone and collapsed into a nearby chair, drifting into dreamworld.

In between work and constant phone calls with Josie I spent the next four weeks in preparation for The Rats finally show, assessing and re-assessing my wardrobe. I tried on everything I owned, took it off, threw it away, tried it on again. I bought three pairs of shoes. I desperately needed to make an impression, I didn't want to be seen as just some groupie, if I could just get through to Jonny I knew we'd I hit it off? I sunk into dreamland again and had the 'happily ever after with Jonny' fantasy for the seven millionth time. 

After four anxious weeks the night of the show finally came around. We got ready at Josie's house, dressing and redressing until we felt we couldn't look anymore flawless. We headed off. We applied and reapplied more lipstick in the mini cab. We went over our plan again. Wait until The Rats come on stage then Josie approaches the guard and tells him she's a photographer for NME and the guard waves us through. "It's all in how you present yourself," Josie said confidently "I've done it a million times." 

When we got to the venue it was already surrounded by hundreds of fans, wannabes and hangers on. I knew Jonny would see straight through all of them but if we met it would be different. 

Josephine and I made our way into the crowded venue catching the last song of the support act. The place was already heaving but by the time The Rats took to the stage it was beyond packed. They launched into the first song of their set, I couldn't take my eyes off Jonny, it felt like I was being drawn into him like a magnet. Suddenly I felt Josie take hold of my hand. "Let's go!" she said, pulling me behind her through the throng of bodies. 

As we approached the black curtain that led to the backstage area a lone security guard was all that stood between us and the side of stage. Josephine assumed her character.

"Alright mate?" she said to the guard "Josie Pollard, NME."

The security guard chuckled. "Sorry ladies, VIPs only". 

"Don't think you heard sunshine," Josie persisted "I'm from the NME, here to photograph the band after the show."

"Got a pass?" the guard asked, playing along.

"No, but..."

"No pass, no entry." the guard cut her off. 

"Yeah but my editor..."

"Look fuck off alright." the guard snapped losing his patience. 

My heart sank. Part of me knew the scam wouldn't work but the dream of meeting Jonny had overcome my doubt for the last few weeks. But Josie stood her crowd. She slowly leaned in toward the security guard keeping her eyes fixed to his until her red lips came up to his ear. 

She whispered.

The guards eyes bulged. 

Suddenly we were both being swept up by the guard, his big hands quickly pulling us in. The next thing I knew we were behind the curtain, standing with the guard in a long corridor that lead past the side of stage. I could just make out the band as they finished their first song and went straight into the next. Fuck they were cool. Jonny's hair looked amazing... 

"All right, quickly then." said the guide, looking nervously left and right and bringing me back to reality. 

Josie looked at me and winked. What happened next took me by complete surprise. In one fluid motion she slid to her knees taking the guards pants down with her. In seconds his semi hard cock had found its way to her mouth and was hungrily being brought to fullness between her soft red lips. I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd never seen anyone perform sexually in front of me like this in real life let alone my best friend. I should have said something. I should have looked away. I know I should have felt differently but as i watched her ruby red lips work their way up and down the guards now engorged cock I felt a tingling between my legs that I knew I shouldn't enjoy but that felt even better because it was so naughty. 

The guard moaned deeply as Josie fondled his balls and sucked deeply on his fat cock. The contrast of his hard black shaft against the soft white skin of Josie's face was beautiful. Suddenly the guard's knees buckled and his hips thrust forward as he unloaded into Josie's mouth. She kept her lips fastened tightly around his tool as it pulsed and shot it's creamy bullets, one, two, three down her throat. 

Josie drew her head back slowly and let the guard's softening cock drop from her lips. For a second they were still joined by a thin strand of saliva which hung between the end of the guard's knob and Josie's bottom lip like a suspension bridge but which soon broke parting the two once and for all. The guard regaining his composure, refastened his pants and helped Josie back to her feet. 

"Girl, you're good." he said smiling. Josie smiled back, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. 

"Honey," the guard continued, addressing me "if you're half as good as that I envy those boys on stage."

I smiled back awkwardly, not knowing quite how to respond. 

"You seem like nice girls," the guard continued, more seriously now "those boys like to party so just be careful ok? Jonny especially is very particular in his, ahhhh shall we say tastes. Be good now." 

And then he was gone, back behind the other side of the curtain leaving a slightly confused me and a slightly disheveled Josie alone in the corridor. 

Silence hung over the two of us like a black cloud. I wasn't sure how to break it. Luckily Josie did. 

"Yeah, sometimes that photographer scam doesn't work, hope you don't mind me improvising." 

I burst out laughing, reaching over and hugging my friend, kissing her on the cheek. 

Thinking it best to move on I motioned to the door at the end of the corridor. 

"Do you think that goes to their room?"

"Only one way to find out." replied Josie, grabbing my hand and running to the door. 

She grabbed the handle. 

"Wait!" I said. 

Turning Josie to look at me, I fondled in my bag for my compact and lippy.

"Think you might need a quick touch up." I said, smiling. 

Josie laughed, taking the products and giving herself a quick 'cat lick'. 

"Perfect." I said as she finished with the lipstick and rolled her lips together.

Josie turned back to the door. We both took a big breath and grabbed each others hand tightly. Josie turned the knob and we stepped through the door making our grand entrance. 

The room on the other side wasn't quite what we had expected. The walls were covered in graffiti, a large fridge plastered with band stickers hummed in the corner. A ratty couch sat opposite. The room was dirty and smelly, nearly as dirty and smelly as the large roadie that sat spread eagle, sipping a can of lager on what was once could have been another recliner. 

"Hello ladies." said the roadie, apparently unfazed by our sudden appearance in his room. "Looking for me?"

"Hi," said Josie "actually we were looking for the backstage room. Is this it?"

"Nah, god bless ya nah. The band room is through that door there love" the roadie motioned over his shoulder "but ahhhh, I get to decide who goes through, know what I mean?" 

Josie and I exchanged glances. 

"So can we go through please?" asked Josie, flashing her toothiest smile. 

"Such nice manners," smiled the roadie "You posh?"

"No, I'm Josie." said Jo naively "Might we be able to go through?"

The roadie looked us both up and down "Yeah, I reckon so." 

I breathed a say of relief, not such a pig afterall I thought. We took a step forward.

"Of course there is a little matter of my fee." the roadie suddenly continued.

Josie and I stopped mid step. 

"What fee?" I asked nervously.

"Well I can't just send anyone back there can I, no matter how polite they are. If the band don't like ya that comes back on me, I gotta explain how you got back there and why, trust me its a big headache."

I could feel the butterflies doing backflips in my stomach again. 

The roadie continued self assuredly "The best way I've worked out is if I just have a little test run first, that way everyone's happy." 

"I don't understand" I stammered, although I had a pretty good idea. 

"Don't play dumb, I'll put it simply, one of yous blows me and I'll let you both through." He smiled at me gap toothed. "how 'bout it cutie?" 

I couldn't move, my feet felt stuck to the floor. 

"No? What about you Finishing School?" he looked over the Josephine. 

I couldn't believe this pig, no way where we doing that with him. 

"Look," I started "we already did that just to get in here. We've payed your horrible fee."

"Not to me you ain't." the roadie snapped back.

I couldn't believe it. I knew this time it would be my turn, I didn't expect Josie to do it again but I couldn't make myself say yes to this guy. Yeah,I was turned on watching Josie do it before but that was with a hot guy not some couch potato with a beer gut. 

Then...

"Ok." said Josie 

What? 

"I'll do it if you promise to let us into the band room."

I couldn't believe my ears. 

"Scouts fucking honour." the roadie said, beaming.

"Josie, you don't have to do this." I said, "lets just go."

"No way, The Rats are through that door. We can't give up now."

I swallowed hard. "Alright, then let me do it."

"No babe," Josie said sincerely "You need to look good for Jonny. I know you guys will hit it off. It's ok."

Josie turned away from me and took a step towards the roadie who was all smiles. He undid his belt buckle as Josie slowly sank to her knees in front of him. 

As he slid his trousers down I could make out his cock, huge and hard underneath his underpants. I watched as Josie prepared herself for its unveiling. 

"It's alright love," the roadie smiled, sensing Josie's nerves "I'll go easy on ya."

With that he pulled down his pants. Josie gasped involuntarily as his huge cock sprung out towards her face. 

"Wrap your pretty lips 'round that gorgeous." the roadie said, thrusting his dick towards Josie's face like a giant missile. 

Josie titled her head back and opened her mouth as the roadie took her head and guided his cock between her lips, slowly sinking his shaft into her mouth. Josie gagged as it hit the back of her throat. 

"That'a girl" the roadie whispered, holding her head in place. Josie scrunched her eyes up and gagged again. The roadie drew his cock out of her mouth and let her come up for air. 

Josie breathed in hard, mascara running down her cheeks. 

"Hope you like cum beautiful." he said, taking hold of her head again and pushing his cock back between her lips. He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, his balls swinging like a pendulum and hitting Josie in the chin. Josie closed her eyes again and put her hands on her knees, letting the roadie fuck her mouth, saliva dripping from her chin. The roadie picked up the pace, taking big fistfuls of blonde hair on either side of Josie's head and nailing her mouth with all he could muster. Tears spilled from Josie's scrunched eyes, rolling down her cheeks and joining her spit covered chin. As I watched my friend's face being fucked I was suddenly taken aback by the huge sense of lustfulness that rippled through me. It was against everything I believed in but at that moment I wished it was me down on my knees, choking on that guy's massive dick. 

Suddenly the roadie grunted loudly and pushed forward. Josie couldn't help gagging again as his huge cock thrust deep into her throat. Cum spilled from the sides of her mouth as the roadie pulled out and jerked the last few spirts over her face and lips. 

The roadie collapsed, spent, on the couch. Josie remained on the floor, cum and saliva dripping from her face. The muffled sounds of The Rats could be heard through the walls as the came crashing to the end of their sixth song. 

"That's my cue ladies, guitar change." said the roadie, pulling himself up off the couch. 

"Clean yourself up darlin'" he said, dropping a dirty rag on the floor in front of Josie. As he exited through the door he turned back with some parting words.

"You'll be ok love. Jonny might not be so kind though, he's very particular." He laughed and shut the door.

I raced over to the crumpled heap on the floor. 

"Josie?" I said. I felt like crying. 

"I'm fine hon." Amazingly she sounded sincere. "I haven't exactly told you the total truth about all this." she said as I handed her some tissues to clean her face. 

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I've never got backstage pretending to be a photographer."

"But you've been backstage at shows hundreds of times." I offered. 

"How do you think I got there?" 

The question hung in the air. It didn't need answering. 

I shook it off. So my friend was a bit of a groupie, so what? 

Josie picked herself up and sat down on the grubby couch. As she cleaned herself up she regaled me with stories of her exploits. Kissing the singer from this band after their BRIT award win. Fucking the bass player from that band in the back of the tour bus while his girlfriend waited outside. Blowing the guitarist from such and such side of stage before he took his encore. 

After she'd finished I sat stunned. 

"There's one more thing," Josie said "I don't think you'll like it."

"I don't think there's anything you could tell me now that could be anymore..."

"I fucked the drummer from The Rats." she blurted. 

I blanked for second. 

"Are you serious?" My mind was suddenly filled with images. Josie with her legs behind her head, the drummer pumping her pussy. Josie ridding cowgirl, head flung back, the drummer fondling her breasts. Josie on all fours, the drumming howling as nailed her from behind. I desperately needed to know more.

"Oh my god, tell me everything." I said enthusiastically.

"There's not much to tell, he came in about 30 seconds. But he told me some stuff about Jonny that I think you should know." 

I laughed. "What?"

"Have you noticed everyone saying how 'particular' he is?" Josie asked, raising an eyebrow. "He's got a fetish and I've heard it's the only thing that he'll do. If you're wanting to sleep with him I think you should know about it."

"Well, what is it?" I asked. 

My curiosity was peaked. What mysterious secret did my perfect, perfect Jonny hold? Did he enjoy spankings? I could do that. Did he like school girls? I could dress up. Did he like the outdoors? I'm not shy. 

Josie lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

"He only does anal." 

My heart skipped. "Sorry, what?" I smiled, thinking I must have misheard. 

"He only does girls up the bum." repeated Josie. 

I was dumbfounded. "But not always," I questioned "sometimes he must like it normal too?"

Josie shook her head. "Apparently he's obsessed by it, pussy doesn't interest him at all." 

"And the drummer told you all this?"

Josie nodded. Silence filled the room. Then, "Ever done it that way?"

I blushed and looking at the floor. "No."

"Ever wanted to?" queered Josie. 

Yeah, I'd thought about it, I'd even explored a little while alone in my bedroom starring up at the poster of Jonny Rad that adorned my ceiling but I'd never had a guy put his dick up there. 

Telling Josie this she sat, pondering. 

"Do you still want to go through with it?" she asked.

I thought for a second, was I ready for this? I'd dreamt about Jonny Rad making love to me so many times, I didn't care where he wanted to put it, I just wanted him so bad. 

"Yeah," I said. "I do."

"Then I think there's something we need to do." said Josie. 

"What is it?"

"I think we need to warm you up." Josie replied. "Trust me, you need to be a little prepared for what Jonny's gonna want to do."

"Ok." I responded, a little confused "What do I need to do?"

A wicked smile spread across Josephine's mouth. "I think you should let me do it." 

"Ok." I replied again, dumbly.

"Stand in front of me and turn around." Josie said.

I did as she asked, turning away from her so I was now facing the door to the stage.

Josie gave me a second before continuing. 

"Ok, now slide your panties down and show me your beautiful bottom babe."

I swallowed, "he goes nothing" I thought. 

I reached down and slide my panties down to the floor. Stepping out of them I reached back and hitched up the back of skirt exposing my white orbs to Josie. 

"Wow," gasped Josie "I never realised you had such a hot arse."

"Thanks," I laughed nervously "I guess." 

I could feel Josephine's eyes on me then suddenly her warm hand gently running over my right bum cheek. I gasped and closed my eyes at her touch as that same feeling of lustfulness that had filled my body as I watched her blow the roadie washed over me again. 

"I need you to spread your legs a little babe and bend over." Josie said from behind me. 

I responded, bending at the waist and and planting my hands on the ground. My long black hair hung in my face obscuring my view but that didn't matter as I soon found my eyes closing as Josie again ran her hands over my naked arse. 

I had no idea what was going to happen next. Part of me couldn't believe I was doing this so willingly, letting my best friend feel me up in the back room of a club but the other part of me, the part that slowly taking over wanted it more than anything. 





The Rats



"Just relax babe." whispered Josie.

My whole body was tingling as I waited for her to make the next move.

Suddenly I could feel her warm breath against my arse sending goose-bumps over me and quickening my breath. 

Then the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced. Josie's tongue flicked out and gently ran over arsehole. 

"Oh fuck." I breathed. The sensation was indescribable, even more amazing than someone licking my clit.

Again Josie daintily licked around my rim sending lightening bolts of pleasure through my arse and right into my pussy. 

I bit my lip in ecstasy and moaned. 

Josie began to slowly lap at my arsehole, her tongue moving in little circles over my most sensitive spot. I couldn't believe how hot it was making me. My kitty was soaking wet and screaming for attention but all I could think about was the growing need to have my arse plundered. 

I was obviously getting overenthusiastic as Josie pulled back and stroked the outside of my thighs. 

"Easy babe," she whispered "you gotta take it easy."

"Oh Josie," I lusted "I want more, please don't stop." 

I knew Josie was smiling as she went back to work on my arsehole, this time interspersing her circle motions with gently stabs of her tongue. Then, taking hold of my arse cheeks and spreading them wide she began screwing her tongue slowly into my arse. I groaned deeply as her soft wetness penetrated my tight hole. 

The feeling was almost too much to take as Josie began to softly move her tongue in and out of my arsehole. I pushed back against her face wanting her tongue deeper inside me, wishing she could spread me wider. I couldn't believe how addictive the sensation of having my bottom penetrated could feel. I wanted more. I wanted deeper and wider. I wanted the biggest cock in the world to force its way in back there. It was a completely new emotion, a feeling of complete surrender I'd never experienced before. It was the sensation of giving up the most coveted part of my body and having it used and out of my control that filled me with raw animal passion. 

Then I began to feel it grow. That soft tingling that usually started in my pussy and spread like fire to my inner thighs for the first time began to burn in my arsehole. It grew so quickly it took me by complete surprise. I couldn't even speak or scream it felt so powerful. All I could do was hyperventilate as it exploded through me, ripping through my body and taking me the absolute edge of ecstasy. I bucked against Josie's face as she tongue fucked me, my arsehole involuntarily clamping down on her tongue as I came harder than I ever had, ridding out my most powerful orgasm until my knees buckled and gave way and I collapsed out of breath to the floor.

As I came back down to earth my post orgasm buzz suddenly turned to panic. I lifted my head slightly and my fears were justified. four pairs of feet stood in the open doorway that led from the room to the side of stage corridor. I gingerly aloud my gaze to travel higher until, with flushed embarrassment I came face to face with the owners of the feet. The Rats, fresh from the stage stood in the doorway and front and centre, the cause of a million fantasies, in the flesh stood Jonny Rad. 

I could feel my face burning bright red. Not in a million years had I ever imagined this is how I would meet Jonny Rad. I had gone above and beyond to look perfect for him tonight and here I was, naked from the waist down, hair plastered to my face, laying in a wet pile on the floor of a backstage band room. 

"Jonny," I stammered "this isn't what it looks like." 

Jonny looked down at me and smirked. 

"Really? That's a shame." he laughed. 

"I mean, it is but it's not." I backtracked, my mind desperately trying to think up some kind of way to get out. 

"Coz if it is what it looks like I was going to ask what you do for an encore?" he said. 

This was it. It wasn't how I'd dreamt it but all I could do was to roll with the situation. 

I looked over to Josie. The drummer from The Rats had already made his way over to her and was getting reacquainted, his lips locked to hers, his hand squeezing her right breast. 

I turned back to Jonny and looked him dead in the eyes. 

"Anything you want." I whispered.

Jonny walked up and knelt down in front of me, brushing the hair out of my eyes. 

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Portia." I said. 

"So Portia, anything at all eh?"

"Anything Jonny." I said. 

Jonny knelt there, looking at me. I couldn't believe he was this close to me. His face was only inches from mine. 

I starred back at him in awe. Gently he leaned in and kissed me. I melted as his tongue moved inside my mouth, his soft lips pressing hard against mine. 

He pulled back and starred into my eyes again. 

"I take it from that little show I just witnessed that you like it back there?" he said. 

"It was amazing." I said, dizzy from his kiss. 

"Has anyone ever fucked you there?" Jonny asked.

I paused. "Never."

"Portia," Jonny leaned in close "I want to fuck you right up your gorgeous arse."

My heart was in my throat. "I want you to." I breathed. 

Jonny stood up and looked around the room. 

The Bass player from the band had joined the drummer on the couch with Josie who now had both their cocks out, one in each hand while she continued to lock lips with the drummer.

The guitarist, happily watched the show from the other side of the room, a can of lager in his hand. 

Jonny extended his hand to me. I grasped it and pulled me to my feet. Silently he reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then gently pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. He put his arms around me and fumbled with the clips of my bra, detaching them and sliding it off my arms. 

As I stood now completely naked in front of him I felt no self consciousness at all. All I could think about was what he was about to do to me and how much that thought turned me on. 

Jonny took my hand and led me to the other couch. Then after pulling me close and kissing me again he bent me over the arm of the recliner so that my bottom starred up at him. I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled. 

"I want you to fuck me so hard Jonny." I breathed. 

A wry smile crossed Jonny's lips as he looked down at the naked girl in front of him, her white bum so beautifully exposed before him. 

I turned my head to the left. Josephine was on her knees now. The drummer, standing to her left, pants around his ankles was guiding his cock into her mouth. The bass player stood to her right slowly pulling his own cock and watching as Josie's lips were stretched wide by his mate's large shaft. 

Watching as my friend devoured her third cock that evening I felt Jonny's hands take hold of my hips and the warm underside of his rigid cock as he nestled it between the cheeks of my arse like hotdog in a bun. He squeezed my cheeks together around his cock and slowly fucked the cleavage of my arse, the underside of his cock rubbing so teasingly against my arsehole. The heat from his hot dick felt so delicious I wanted him to thrust it into me right then and there. But he continued to fuck my cheeks, the friction from his cock turning them red and hot. 

After what felt like a gorgeous eternity of this Jonny finally withdrew his cock from between my cheeks and stepped around in front of me. 

I looked up. His cock juttered out from his body so hard and long.

"Get it nice and wet." he said, bringing his truncheon-like member to my lips. 

I opened wide and moaned as his hardness filled my mouth. I adjusted my head and took him deeper, letting his cock slide down my throat. I pushed my tongue against the underside, coating his cock with my saliva. 

He pushed it in and out of my mouth a few times until he was satisfied it was wet enough then pulled it from my mouth with a pop. 

Jonny returned to his station behind the girl's luscious arse, taking hold of her cheeks and splitting them wide. He stared down at the small, tight hole between them, virginal for only moments more.

Jonny rubbed the end of his spit coated cock over my longing arsehole. I looked to my left again to see Josie, no longer sucking the drummer's cock but looking big eyed at Jonny's huge dick perched to imminently penetrate my arse. At that moment I began to feel Jonny's cock pressing hard against my arsehole. His cock was so wet and my bottom still a little stretched from Josie's affections that without too much fight my arsehole gave in to his demands and let the head of his manhood enter me. Jonny paused for a minute as my arsehole grew to accept him then gently pushed forward, sinking more of his monster into me. I gasped as I was stretched and filled beyond anything I'd ever felt before. His cock felt so enormous I thought he split me in two. It hurt to be stretched so hard but the feeling of being subdued in such a manner was such an incredible turn on that it almost eclipsed any pain. 

Jonny sank his cock into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel his balls brushing against my pussy. He reached forward and took hold of my hands, placing them on my bum cheeks and instructing me to spread them for him. I did as he asked, giving him the perfect of view of his massive cock buried to the hilt in my tight arse. Gradually Jonny began his out stroke, the feeling of his tool being drawn the other way felt completely different again as the muscles of my arse gripped hard to his cock. He withdrew nearly completely then pushed into me again. He continued slowly like this until after a few minutes all pain from accommodating such a huge dick in my hot dot had completely vanished leaving in it's place delicious burning sensation that could only be satisfied by more and more cock. 

Jonny was plowing into my arse now, giving me full long strokes of his cock in and out. I dug my fingers into the cushion of the recliner, put my head down, gritting my teeth and pushed my hips back against his thrusting, encouraging him to go harder. He returned my eagerness with harder, shorter thrusts of his cock, grinding it into my arse and making me scream. I'd never wanted a man's cock more. I wanted him to violate me and fill me with his cum. I had to have it. 

As he rammed me into the couch I lifted my head to see The Rats guitarist, now minus pants approaching me from the other side of the room. Without a word he brought his semi hard cock to my lips. I turned my head and looked up at Jonny.

"Do it." he said. 

Without argument I pushed myself up on my hands and while still being hammered up the arse from behind opened my lips and sucked the guitarists now growing cock into my mouth. It grew quickly and was soon rock hard. It wasn't as fat as Jonny's but still long. He held the sides of my head and began pumping away at my mouth. 

The two men began rigorously fucking me from both ends. Sometimes syncing their thrusting so that when Jonny had his cock all the way in my arse the guitarist would be on his out stroke in my my mouth and vice versa. Other times they would move in and out at the same time which felt as though their cocks would meet up somewhere in the centre of me. 

Eventually the guitarist starting to quicken his pace, his cock frantically sawing in and out of my mouth until I suddenly felt his hot, salty cum hit the back of my throat. It barely touched the sides as he unloaded several large shots straight down my throat. 

His cock wiltered and fell from my mouth as he collapsed onto the couch, Jonny still working his in and out of my burning bottom. 

Suddenly I heard him speak.

"Portia, can I cum inside you?"

I turned my head and biting my lip, nodded my approval. 

Jonny increased his rhythm, driving my hips into the couch with each powerful thrust of his cock. He took hold of my hair in his fist, pulling my head back and riding me like a filly. Then I suddenly felt him shoot inside me. Hot jism filled my arse. He seemed to flood my insides with cum, blast after blast firing deep and hot into my stomach. His grip on my hair loosened and my head flopped forward in post-rogering bliss. 

Slowly he drew his still hard tool from backside. A river of cum followed it, running out of my bottom and down my inner thigh. I'd never felt so well fucked. All I could do was lay there across the couch, feeling the flow of cum from my arse running down my leg.

The next year was a blur. Jonny put out a solo record and toured Europe taking me on as his 'personal assistant'. Away from the prying eyes of the media we fell into a wild twelve months of sex and drugs and rock'n'roll. It was a passionate affair to say the least. And he never once fucked my pussy.



The Ravage of Curran



Curran was about nineteen when the war finally broke. He had seen the horror of death and destruction. He had seen the horrors of rape. He had seen much. 

  He had holed up in a crumbled remnant of a university he could no longer remember. He knew he was safe. The soldiers had long ago abandoned this playground.

 He was alone. His father having passed away when he was five, his mother strangled to death by a soldier who didn't like how much she fought against him. He ran then. He ran long and hard trying to forget the pain and anger on his mother's face and the curses of the military man who took her from him. He was afraid and so young.

 He wandered his native land for months before coming to rest at this sad reminder. He knew he was somewhere in Scotland, but it resembled nothing he had ever seen before. So, he quit running. He quit caring. He almost quit living. 

 What would be the point to my death? Just one more body decaying on the motorway with an eon of grief to speak on. His mind sometimes bothered him more than the situation.

 It was a clear day for once. The radiation was minimal and the sun was actually shining brightly through the dank clouds. He still felt so ill, but he smiled at his good fourtune of seeing such a lovely sight.

 He walked for miles, not caring where he was going. He only knew that this was the day that he was going to enjoy in his memories for the rest of his life. The countryside looked delicious to his hungry mind and he absorbed all he could in order to make it through the next years of his life.

 SO far into his own mind that he hadn't heard the footsteps behind him. It was too late when he finally noticed the voices behind him.

 Curran turned and he was attacked swiftly and mercilessly. He knew that he men who grabbed him were ready for serious trouble and he could do nothing about it.

 Curran closed his eyes and wished hard at that moment that he had been taken in the original blasts. His fate becoming a reality he no longer wished to know. 

 He lost his breath as he was tossed into the shrubs at the side of the road. He tried to come to his knees to run but he was mashed down by a large force. The body of a sick and demented tormentor roughly cut off his airways with his weight. All the struggles would have never freed him and he relented with a sigh.

 The next sensation Curran had was his trousers being torn from his legs and his shirt wrenched over his shoulders to keep him from fighting up.

  The man came up behind him and fell into his body. Curran screamed for his sanity and strength to no avail. He didn't bother to fight knowing he had no way to conquer them all alone. The smell of the soil and the sweaty musk of his attackers made him nauseous. He vomited as he was violated. He felt as though he was being torn apart with a rolling iron. 

 The counterparts were taunting him. He felt several kicks and jabs as he was beaten. The humilitation was almost intolerable. Who would know what happened unless he told. He never would. 

 He tried so hard to faint, hoping that the Lord would somehow find mercy and relieve him of this constant agony, but the burning and aching kept his faculties. 

 He paid no nevermind when they all had him.

 It was over soon enough.

 He laid still, waiting for dusk to cover his steaming body with the coolness of stealth. He was stiff and almost unable to move, but he found the inner will to keep going.

 It was almost dawn when he finally reached home. He had never been so glad to see such a pathetic ruin in his life.

 It took him two hours to draw enough water for a bath. He didn't mind that it was cold. He just needed to be clean.

    It was during his twentieth year he had decided to leave England. It was no longer called England by then. It was a New World Order.

So, he left Running Revival with nothing but his knowledge and his body. It took him a long time, but he walked and, once, boated to reach Full Void. Africa. He remembered it from when he was younger.

 The continent was now ninety nine percent desert with only a small fraction on the western coast and a three hundred kilometre space in the midst of that hellacious void habitable.

 "That is how he got there. Why he stays there is another story."

 "I had no idea, sweetie."

 "No one does. Except for you and for me."

 "I see."

 "Why do you cry, Indira?"

 "For you, my love."   "Why for me?"

 "Because the pain and bravery to tell that story is too much for me." She got out of bed and went to the window. She took out a cigarette from her jacket and turned back to the man under the covers.

 She admired him. His green eyes. His curly brown hair never really settling on a style. His goatee would be very sinister if she hadn't known him so well.

 She really loved the whore. She felt terrible that he had to be a prostitute, but he had no other real skills. So there he was, sitting in his bed, the lines n his face telling a larger story.

 "Come here, Indira."

 She dropped her unlit cigarette to the floor and crawled in next to him.

 "I want to have you one more time before you go."

 "Here, let me get some more money."

 "I don't want it."

 "What is wrong?"

 "Nothing. But I know that you really do care about me and that is better than all the money I could ask for. No one has given me what you have."

 "Well, I have been coming here for five years."

 "And only to see me. For someone like myself it means more than you could know."

 "I know it more than you think."

 "Let me love you, this time."

 "You always do, Curran. You always do."

 To be continued



The Ravaging in the Forrest



Sandy was walking in the forest for about an hour, it could have been longer or shorter it felt right to her it was warm and a hot summer night. She felt energised and vibrant in the forest the air was moist and damp, the sound was intense may it be bird or insect the orchestra was in full sound adding to the appeal of being in the outdoors. It was approaching dusk but being a beautiful Summer night there was still abundance of light!

Sandy was a beautiful 19 year old woman, petite, sensual, blonde hair hanging to almost her shoulders, she stood at five foot three inches with nice perky breasts. She was very stunning to the eye.

The boys always looking around to get a second glimpse of her nice ass.

Her confidence didn't quite match her natural beauty, she would prefer to where track suits and rugby jerseys. Sandy had a very humble approach to life. She felt at home in the forests and foot hills surrounding where she lived. She loved exploring these areas round her home, It was safe to say the forest was Sandy's element.

The light was starting to set, with a very Amber colour to the forest deep set Amber colour crossed with a dark shadow every where else. The day was in its Twilight.

Sandy was alone in the process of doing the Barney Earl track, a beautiful walk filled with native species. She had done this walk plenty of times, so felt Comfortable in repeating the walk today.

Sandy was. About to finish up, head to the car and head home!

She gasped and took in a large breath of air, the air was different odd but also so right!

Sandy took in a large breath again. The air was thick musky very penetrating to the senses.

Her sinuses were becoming blocked, she struggles for breath.

Sandy was still in the wild on the same track! There was a strong mist/something in the wind. It was a mix of perfume and plant energy!.

Sandy was walking along breathing in the vibrant energy, this sexual energy, lavender smelling erotic mix. What is this Lavender

Type smell! What is she feeling, what is this energy!

Sandy starts walking on, the night appears the forest becomes pitch black. She was feeling odd, some sort of exotic poisoning. She sneezes giving her a release from the pollen like substance blocking her nose, she reaches around and takes out her drink bottle has a drink.

Sandy should be feeling frightened and scared, but she is the exact opposite not a care in the world. Sandy has another drink of water spits out some of the intoxicating purple pollen which is filling the air, she blows her nose allowing her to breath properly once more.

Her thoughts were consuming her, sexual thoughts! All she could think of was sex, being fucked, fucking, masturbation, being nude sandy was intoxicatingly horny.

She oddly starts rubbing her crutch against a soft rotting tree stump, dry humping it! Sandy's vagina was dripping wet, soaking her panties she felt pressure in her bra almost if her breasts had grown. She was pure ecstatic.

The moon was now bright in the sky illuminating the Forrest bellow, sandy breaths deeply has another Blume of pollen like substance engulfs her. She steps away from the log, showing a dark stain on her tights where she had been rubbing her self! Intrigued to what and where was making the bloom she started walking into the wind.

Sandy felt drunk, more tipsy in control but carefree. Surges of ecstasy were filling her body she felt so good, so alive and so horny. Her nipples alone as they rubbed against her bra were sending her into sexual bliss. Being care free now she throws her pack to the ground and takes of her hoodie she was wearing. Another wave of lavender type stuff engulfs her once more. What is causing this? what could it be is it even safe! Even if she wanted to run or escape this situation she couldn't! The pollen like stuff had triggered her primal instincts she felt wild alive, the out side world didn't exist it was a mere thought at this stage. She felt at home in the Forrest, all she wanted to do was find what ever this was.

Sandy walked for another fifteen minutes or so, the blooms getting stronger they were no longer blocking her but rather energising her. She was sweating but not normal sweat but a type of lubricating sweat, similar to male pre cum or vaginal lubricant. She was covered head to toe she smelt absolutely Devine. She smelt like a flowers and lavender a real earthy natural smell. Her whole body was tingling she felt so good, has her clothing rubbed against her she was sent into heavenly bliss.

The track opens up into a clearing, she had never noticed the clearing before.

She walks into the clearing guided by the moon lite sky. In the middle she could see a pit, coming out of it were the blooms of lavender which enticed her here in the first place.

Not only airborne blooms but also in its liquid form as well, dripping all around the pit. The pit was a mix of mud and the bright purple liquid, a day glow purple lightening the pit.

In the middle of the pit in the clearing was the cause of the blooms, sandy was taken back when she saw it she gasped in shock! It was a cross of a slug, snake and a earth worm. More like the earth worm in the way it moves, but large around four metres long and almost a foot wide. It has a mouth but no teeth and one black eye, unlike a worm it is very nimble and free moving able to stand tall if it wants. At the other end to the mouth and the eye, lay six tentacles each about four to five metres in length and around four inched in diameter. At the end of the tentacles were also a mouth, this is where the air blooms and the liquid were coming from. The tentacles moved more like a snake, and could help the beast move or pick things up. So if you could picture a giant worm, with six snakes coming out of one end lying in day glow purple and mud. Sandy was about to willingly fuck it!

The tentacles raised up to meet her, two sucked on to each thigh and another onto her right breast. Rather aggressively started to suck she shuddered in pleasure they sucked harder and harder, at first she was fear full thinking she was about to get eaten!

Sweating gasping in shock, she was about to scream when a forth tentacle spat some day glow purple lavender liquid straight into her mouth. Coughing and splattering, then she tasted the stuff "oh my god this is Devine " she yelped. A sweet tasting nectar like the best tasting fruit but better. She also got a calm feeling, a reassurance of sorts. At the same time she was calming down, her shirt stitching started to rip!

The tentacle sucked her t shirt straight of her body consuming it not leaving a trace, "rip" her pants followed soon after. The other tentacles made quick work of her bra and nickers, one consuming her small thatch of hair around her vagina.

Sandy was left completely nude standing looking down on the pit, surprisingly only wearing her hiking boots. The tentacles had left bruising on her thighs and breast in the process of removing her cloths, this was of no concern she felt so good.

Her whole body tingling with the strange sweat, her vagina was so wet she good feel it dripping down her thighs onto the ground. She looked down straight in its eye, she reached around and fantasised while tying her hair into a pony tail. The blooms and liquid had played with her mind, they have changed her body! All that was of no concern, only the thing in the pit and her.

She started to enter the pit, but slipped falling on her ass sliding to the bottom scraping her but in the process. Lying in her blood, mud and the day glow juice, before she could worry about pain the beast was on top of her. They kissed she wrapped her legs around it's girth.

They kissed romantically. First on the lips then neck and finishing on her inflated breasts.

This beast was a little rough has it was full of lust, she watched has it sucked her nipple to almost two inches. Was that even possible. After a while it's head was inches from her new bald tripping wet pussy, she opened her legs a little wider and it was in there like pig into shit. She was in pure bliss the worm sucked her clit from its hood licking frantically, sending her in pure bliss. It felt so good she had never been fucked like this good before. It licked her pussy what seemed like an age, stopping every once in a while to lick her butt hole!

At the start of her courting the beast, she was only playing with the main worm part, a tentacle approached and she started kissing and licking its mouth while the main beast kept licking her ass and pussy. Has she kissed she was drinking the purple juice it felt so good, tasted so good. She started licking the excess juice of the tip, like she was sucking a big dick. If she stretched her mouth open to its maximum she could may be suck it, that wouldn't be very comfortable for her she thought. No way was she gonna let them things in any other hole either, what a shame she mused. She hoped the beast was content on what it was doing.

The beast pulled back admired the beautiful women he had, she looked back glowingly.

He intuitively was reading her mind and he knew she would be fucked in every orifice he had plans, he attracted her here. He knew how to harness using sweetness and natural desires And pheromones. He liked what he saw he was happy, hungry for lust. He loved her taste of her vagina, he loved the taste of all of her.

Sandy's pussy was dripping on the ground she loved how she felt, the beast has reared up standing tall looking at her no longer tonguing her ass and pussy. A tentacle comes over she starts to kiss and lick, it pushes in to her mouth stretching and straining her mouth almost breaking her jaw it's due to its girth. Forcing its self right down her throat, she struggles for breath her eyes water and she blows snot and day glow purple out her nose. The tentacle pulls out blowing wads of purple juice on her face and down her throat. The fear dissipates, something to do with the day glow purple juice. She kneels starts to kiss and lick the tentacle, the tentacle once more throat fucks her, she can feel the girth stretching her insides pulling up only to let her breath. The girth of the tentacle reaching just below her breast plate, she was taking in a foot. 

The tentacles raise her to her feet, each mouth sucks her sucking like before when they ripped her cloths of. This time all six were sucking on her some were gentle like wee kisses some were giving her hickeys and some were giving her dark purple welts. It was different but still felt really good. Two of them snake around her legs, while the other two pick her body and arms up. They wrapped around her tight she could not move, she was in a position like if she was in a chair with her legs wide open.

She knew what was about to happen, her pussy was about to be fucked. The girth was four or five inches of the tentacle, that's more than a baseball bat or a fist even. The tentacle come across the room straight between her thighs, she braced her tight wee pussy! The tentacle didn't go for her pussy but her ass hole forcing its way in stretching opening her right up. She had never been ass fucked before! She was in pain it was hurting this is wrong, her eyes were watering. Roughly a tentacle enters her mouth with out warning, once more fear enters her mind she starts struggling but cannot move. The tentacle in her ass is roughy fucking her going deeper and deeper. She starts to panic but then the tentacle in her ass ejaculates day glow purple juice. Been in her ass the energy goes straight into her system, her heart is racing and the ecstasy is ten times stronger than before. Her ass muscles relax and she starts to enjoy such a big thing in her, it's energy over load she throws up day glow purple all over her tits and the ground. The tentacle in her ass pops out allowing the purple juice drip out onto the ground, you can see right up her ass with the purple liquid high lighting her anal cannel. Her ass stays open the muscles relaxed dripping juice to the floor.

"Fuck my pussy " she shouts a tentacle punches into her pussy, no slow and easy here!

In and out her pussy gets fucked once more feeling her vagina walls stretching, it's a nice feeling this time. She's been graving vaginal sex ever since she started smelling the strange bloom. The tentacle fucks her like it was a cock pushing in out in out, on one thrust it slips out. She looks down at her ravaged vagina gaping open making no attempt to close like it would Normally, the tentacle slams back filling to brim. She was stretched to the limit so big so powerful in normal circumstances she would be in pain needing hospital treatment. Something to due with the purple juice, the day glow ooze is some sort of healing drug she thought. The small bruises caused by the suckers have vanished all so.

The tentacles drop her to the ground, as she squats to get up globules of purple ooze drip out her anus, her pussy drips with juice and ooze also. She spent that moment sorting her self out getting her breath, she looked up at the worm and tentacles. Looking down at her almost waiting for something, she smiles with two hands scoops up some purple juice. She rubs it over her perky breasts over her thighs,pussy and threw her hair. She then goes on all fours glowing purple, reaches around pulls an ass check showing her vagina and ass hole.

She looks the worm in its eye.

She's ready the juice has turned her into a fucking machine. The tentacles circle at first, like if the are eyeing up there prey. One slams first in the pussy, then throat and finally the ass hole. She takes one in every hole getting fucked so hard, one tentacle is sucking on her clit sending her into a orgasm. The one in her vagina sucks onto her g spot, she shudders in bliss. The tentacle in her anus is so deep she feels impaled.

Her pussy squirts vaginal juice, then the beasts erupt in ecstasy filling every hole fill off day glow liquid she falls unconscious due to the energy over load.

She awoke with the sun rising she was naked only wearing her hiking boots, she had no bruises and she felt great her skin was soft smelling of lavender. She looked around there was no sign of the beast. She finds her pack and hoodie and heads home.



The Ravaging of a Dh'oine



Disclamier: Iorveth, the Scoia'tael, and Cedric are not mine but the female character is mine. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.

The title is self explanatory; don't know why so many people hate Iorveth. He fights for a cause although a little hateful and he makes me cream my panties, he's so hot.

This story has a lot of explicit sexual content including gang bangs and a woman being used in helpless sexual situations. If that's not your thing, turn back. I also used some Elven language in here, so if don't play Witcher or Witcher 2 you might not know the lingo and be a little lost but you can always goggle it. The story still flows well regardless.

So I'm now going through revising my p.o.v. transition because everyone finds it confusing. Thanks to Danish Existence for the transition break suggestion.

The Ravaging of a Dh'oine

By: DarkLaraJade

Chapter 1

Setsuna made her way through the forest and tried her best to follow the map she had stolen from Cedric. It was a hot summer day and the waterfall in forest was fabled to be the most beautiful place in Flotsam. The sun peeked through the trees and highlighted the waves of her honey colored hair. Her skin was a deep tan color and her almond shaped eyes were sky blue with flecks of emerald green.

Her flirtatious long lashes fluttered slightly in the breeze and a smile formed on her large pouty lips. They were heart-shaped and painted a deep red as if they were begging to be kissed. Setsuna had always wanted to go skinny dipping in the forest but she could never find her way past Cedric. The handsome protective elf always warned her the woods were dangerous and there was much she had to fear.

He told her frightening stories of the ferocious beasts that roamed the forests. Cedric informed her that woods were thick with Drowners, Nekkers, Encanas, and Arachnas.

His voice rang through her mind, "If the beasts don't get you, then undoubtedly the Scoia'tael will".

She had known Cedric was right, both guerrilla elf units and beasts were known for their fierce and vicious nature. So taking matters into her own hands, she sneaked into Cedric's cabin while he was on his watchtower drunk on vodka; a common occurrence. The map was simple and displayed routes of where he had laid traps and the most commonplaces for monsters to hunt. Setsuna simply used the map to avoid the creatures; hiding when she heard the slightest noise.

Setsuna was a common girl in Flotsam, but she did not grow up in Lobinden. However unlike most people in Flotsam, she did not harbor silly animosities against nonhumans and Lobinden's inhabitants. To be honest, she found that non humans were more law abiding than humans in her experience.

She had turned 17 this week and already she had the body of a woman. She wore white cotton skirts over a white chemise. A cream waist cincher accentuated her tiny waist and exaggerated her shapely hips. Her full breasts dangled over the top of the waist cincher and looked as if would burst from the confines of her tightly stretched chemise. You could see her nipples through the fabric as she not wearing an undergarment.

When she arrived at the waterfall, she pulled the strings on the front of her chemise freeing her large breasts. They were full and heavy and every bit of a DDD cup. Her tits were high and perky but yet a slight sag still accompanied them, for no tits could be so big and defy gravity completely. Her breasts were perfectly rounded and capped with big dark pink areolas which contrasted her tan skin. Her nipples were as thick as eraser heads and hardened as she fully exposed her breasts in the forest air.

Her nimble fingers on her dainty hands made short work of the laces of her waist cincher and her skirts followed directly after. The only garment the tan beauty wore was her chemise which she slipped over her head and then waded in the water of the river. It was cool and felt wonderful on such a hot day. Most of her honey colored locks were pinned up in a high braided style while the rest flowed in free waves done her back. It ended just at her buttocks and would be down to her calves had she completely undone it.

Setsuna went deeper into the water and began to swim to the center of the lake and reveled in how it enveloped her body. Wading to a shallow end of the pool, she stopped when the water was around her thighs. She bathed in the river, pouring water through her hair and on her skin with cupped hands. Setsuna's pussy was completely bare, for some strange reason she never grew hair there.

Her stomach was perfectly flat and her tiny waist formed into curvaceous hips. She had a round, perky buttocks that was prominent and not even she could hide it in her thickest of skirts. Her butt was not large but definitely defined and men would whistle at her from all angles. Setsuna could have made a lofty life as a whore.

She had an exceptional body and a regal face with a tiny nose and high cheekbones. Even if she was just a whore, she wouldn't be a common one. Even that bastard Loredo offered her large sums of money to ride his cock every week. But she wouldn't do it; she would rather rely on her cooking to get her by. Setsuna was a cook by trade like her mother and her mother before her.

Despite her curves, she was a very shy and reserved girl and preferred not to engage in trade as vulgar as whoring. Her bath was cut short by a high pitch shriek that made her jump. A Drowner was on the edge of the riverbank ripping at her clothes and eating her map. She squealed out of fear and quickly covered her mouth but it was too late. The red eyed Drowner turned its gaze toward her and gave a blood curdling cry as it sprung from the riverbank. Setsuna screamed out of fear as the creature ran toward her, its body leaning toward her as its long arms flailed behind it with glistening claws.

Setsuna stumbled backwards and fell into the water. Just as the creature was upon her, an arrow pierced the Drowner's right eye. Its body was propelled forward through the air by the sheer force and momentum of the arrow before it fell to the ground dead. Looking behind the creature, Setsuna saw Iorveth flanked by four Scoia'tael warriors standing on the riverbank. She recognized Iorveth from all the WANTED posters littered around the town.





The Scoia'tael had been on the girl's trail since she set foot in the forest. She was beautiful for a Dh'oine and they had been watching her from the shrubs and the trees. Iorveth and his warriors watched her tits sway as she walked through the forest.

She seemed to be following a map which particularly interested him. He didn't like maps made of his forest as it put him and his men in jeopardy. The less the humans knew of the forest, the better. He would have confronted her immediately but quickly decided against it. He wanted to follow the little human and find out where she was going. Perhaps she was searching for their hideout; she could have gotten the map from anywhere.

He immediately ordered four of his finest archers to accompany him as they trailed her, confident that they were more than enough to take a spy. Then she led them to the fabled waterfall of Flotsam forest and began to disrobe. Unbeknownst to the sexy human, she was being watched by Scoia'tael.

Iorveth felt his cock stir and immediately scolded himself. She was a filthy human and the Scoia'tael hated humans. Iorveth looked over at his men; they were all transfixed by the beautiful human's body. She was inhumanly perfect and it made him yearn for female affection. All of his men had slightly visible erections along with his own.

None of them including him had been with a woman in six months. Although Elves they were far more disciplined than humans but they were still men after all. They watched her wavy honey colored hair darken as she came up from her swim. Water cascaded down her heavy pendulous breasts that were more than handfuls for any man, even dwarves who had the biggest of hands.

The droplets fell down the human's tight, tan stomach and cascaded down to her clean bare pussy. Iorveth could make out the bottom of her pussy lips as she spread her legs to wash herself further. The human turned around in the sunlight to soak up more rays and turned her back to them. The sun reflected off of the water droplets that fell between her high, round butt cheeks and down her long tan thighs.

"Gods.", Iorveth heard the archer closest to his right whisper under his breath.

Iorveth took a deep breath in an attempt to slow his pulse. He was a warrior and he was a thousand years old, older than most elves these days. Fawning over humans was unacceptable, although he had to admit she was the most sensual woman he had seen in hundreds of years.

Then a Drowner came from the ground and began to destroy the girl's belongings on the riverbank. Its presence was unsurprising, Drowners were drawn to water. Iorveth silently cursed when the creature ate the map; he had wanted to see the map the girl had used. His archers raised their bows to kill the creature, but Iorveth stopped them.

"Wait, if the Dh'oine is a spy she should know how to defend herself. Let us see how this plays out."

The human girl gave a cry when she saw the creature and fear overtook her. Iorveth could see her fear and watched her fall in the water as she toppled backward. The creature shrieked and made a move for her and that's when Iorveth gave the signal to kill the creature. Only one archer was needed, his archers were precise as they were deadly. After the creature was killed he made his presence known. Iorveth and his men stood on the riverbank and watched the girl recover from shock.





Setsuna took in his garb and noticed his green armor atop colorful green robes. The elf had brown thick leather gloves up to his elbows and a red bandana that covered his entire head and draped over left eye. Despite the bandana she could still make out the scar on the left side his face. And despite the scar, she still found him to be handsome.

Setsuna did not miss the beginning of a beautiful intricate tattoo of vines and leaves that was unmistakably Elven on the right side of his neck and chest. The rest of it was hidden by his armor.

"Come here, Dh'oine", Iorveth shouted loudly.

It startled her and she quickly got to her feet. She was still shaken by the attack and her knees were shaky as she walked through the water. The beautiful human did her best to cover her breasts with her arms with no success because of their size. She felt the eyes of the Elven warriors all over her body as she made her way through the water and pulled herself onto the riverbank.

Thankful it was hot that day, she didn't shiver for long as the hot air and sun immediately began to dry her body. She wanted to get her clothes but, she was too scared to move. Setsuna heard stories from human, dwarf and elf alike of Iorveth's ruthless nature.

"What are you doing in my forest, filthy Dh'oine?" he spat it like venom.

Setsuna gave a shuddering breath, "Just having a swim".

The Scoia'tael leader scuffed, "Well that is obvious, you think me blind? I mean what made you think you could come to MY forest for a swim? Did you ask permission?"

Setsuna stared back at him in shock, "I didn't know I had to! I just wanted to go for a swim. I knew it was dangerous but the map showed me the way."

As she was speaking Iorveth began to circle her as he interrogated her. He kept a steady gaze with her when he was in front of her but when he was out of her eyesight he could feel his eyes elsewhere.

Iorveth perked up at the mention of the map, "Where did you get such a map?"

Setsuna was frightened, "It's Cedric's."

The Elven leader was behind her and he immediately stopped in his tracks. He grabbed her by the shoulders and using a powerful grip, he spun her around to meet his hard gaze. Setsuna could see the seriousness in his brown eyes, "And what did he ask you to do with such a map?" Iorveth growled.

Setsuna began to shiver with fear, "He didn't ask me to do anything with the map. I.....I stole it. I stole it from his cabin to find my way. It showed me where the monsters and traps were, I used it to avoid them" she admitted shamefully.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to see the waterfall. I asked Cedric to take me but he said it was too dangerous. I thought....I thought he was just being overprotective. So I took his map. I know I shouldn't have and now I realize what a mistake it was to come here."

Iorveth had watched the young human get out of the water and enjoyed how it glistened on her skin. He wanted to know what she was doing here and how she acquired such a knowledgeable map. At first when he heard the map was Cedric's it made sense to him. Cedric was an elf, a hunter and trapper and a filthy human-lover. He never understood Cedric; trying to foolishly protect the same humans that condemned him for his Elven race. He knew the forest as well as he did. He then became worried the other elf was trying to plot against him.

Cedric agreed with freedom and preserving old ways and customs that the human destroyed but disagreed completely with his tactics. Pillaging and burning ships and looting were not Cedric's style. Although they did not see eye to eye, they had always stayed out of the each other's way. Iorveth took it seriously if the other elf was trying to find his hideout. He listened to her tell her tale of theft which was hardly even theft at all as his mind wondered.

He ran his eyes up and down her body. It was obvious to him the human girl's intentions were innocent but he still wanted to be compensated for wasting his time. He thought of ways to punish the human and briefly thought of just killing her now or leaving her to the beasts of the forest. He was also so very conflicted and puzzled by his attraction to her.

He hated humans and wanted nothing to do with them. But this one was oddly intriguing and her curvy yet short and statuesque body was very Elven for a human. He could usually pick out at least one flaw on human females which openly turned him off. Elven women had flawless skin much like this human but they usually didn't come with breasts so large.

Iorveth was horny and it had been a while since he had a woman. Melena would make herself available to him when he was in need, but lately he saw less and less of her. Ever since that fiasco with the missing town guards, she was a suspect. True he had given the order to kill the guards she had led into the cave ambush, but other guards had seen his trusted spy lead them there. Its common sense to make sure you aren't followed; a skill the stupid bitch either lacked or disregarded. In any case, the guards threatened to burn her if she was caught, so she made herself scarce and all but disappeared.

He definitely needed some relief. He had saved her life merely because he wanted to question her and he liked her tits. But he would do away with her to prove a point.

"You're a thief and trespasser, Dh'oine. I think I should make an example of you and cut your head off and put it on a pike. That'll show the members of that filthy town who the forest belongs to."

Setsuna's eyes widened and he saw tears form, "Please don't! I'll never come back again. I didn't mean it! I'll do anything you want, I swear, anything!"

Ivoreth intended to hold her to her words and whispered, "Get on your knees, Dh'oine". There was only about two feet of space between them; Ivoreth had not moved since he had spun her around to face him. Setsuna quickly got to her knees, certain he was going to tell her to beg for her life. To her surprise he began peeling apart his green robes to reveal black leather trousers.

He easily undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers and glared down at her, "Persuade me not kill you, Dh'oine."