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Julietta

By: kittie123



I woke up to the gentle sound of knocking at my door. "Housekeeping!" she called. I opened the door to a smiling, Hispanic maid of around twenty five. Cappuccina face, long, jet black hair in a ponytail, long, skinny legs, looking like those of a stripper, watermelon-sized breasts and light, pink lips.

"Come on in," I whispered, my hands shaking.

She stared at my hands. "Are you all right?"

I locked my door, smiling from cheek to cheek. "I'm fine," I said softly.

She started cleaning and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My heart was pounding and I felt a cold sweat coming. How could she not hear it?! The beating was going to my ears, so I couldn't hear what she was saying to me.

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me?"

She giggled. "I said, how are you enjoying El Paso?"

I shook my head. "I wouldn't know too much. Just passing through."

She nodded and went back to work. My hands were out of control by now. Sweaty palms, fast breathing, shaky body. The same steps the ogre had before having me. 

I tapped her on the shoulder. When she faced me, I stuck my tongue down her throat. Feeling her perky tits, I attempted to undress her.

"Mmm," she gasped. "Please don't hurt me."

I grinned. "If I were a man, I would, because men are worthless, evil pigs." I took a knife someone left in a drawer. "But I want you, and if you do what I say, no harm, no foul."

I, then, gently kissed her, sitting her on the bed. She looked at me with those big, brown, begging eyes. Feeling her body, I kissed her more passionately.

"Open your mouth," I ordered. She did. I stuck my tongue down her throat, her tongue tasting like candy. Massaging her mouth made her moan against her will.

I slowly raised up her skirt and rubbed her clit slowly. She gasped and looked down at my hand. I raised her chin back up, smiling. I continued kissing her as my fingers fondled her. I ripped off her panties and lowered her to the bed.

"You're moist, honey," I grinned. "You know you want it."

Her moans became longer now. It was like she was begging me not to stop, even though her eyes said differently. I lifted up her skirt and there it was; pink as a rose, moist and warm like a baby's temporary shelter, and slick as an eel.

I put my lips to her pussy, and heard a gasp. She raised up nervously and I pulled the knife out and gently ran it across her stomach. She slowly lay back down, quietly whimpering. I delicately ran my tongue on her pussy, and as if by chemical reaction, small explosions came from her mouth. Her breathing was as if she ran a few miles.

"What's your name, baby?" I asked.

In between gasps, she replied, "Julietta."

"I'm Olivia." Slipping my hands through her bra, pinching her nipples, I heard an annoyed groan. "You will remember me."

Fingering her violently, her screams were an aphrodisiac, I couldn't stop...wouldn't. Her petal lips were so moist as I kissed them violently, trying to erase my past. She didn't seem to notice that I cuffed her to the bed post. As the fingering sped up, I felt her becoming more moist be every second.

Finally, we climaxed, kissing deeply. I released her, as I heard her screaming and crying. Her sweet odor smothered my body, when I slapped her hard.

"Bitch! I was good to you! Fuck with me again, and I won't be so generous."

Juliette Gets a New Dress



It builds up like a huge wave of excitement, lust and fear. 

My want for a dirty, no holds barred session with my wife. 

She knows it's building up in me, the grumpy comments, the early morning hard-on's that prod her in the back. 

Nice, romantic love making has its time and place, but the sexual animal in me is beginning to stir.

"I want to be your sex slave" I whisper.

"I know" she replies, almost dismissively.

"When?"

"Soon babe, soon."

She knows my darkest fantasies, my deepest desires. I am the adventurous one, willing to push the boundary, always trying to see how far I can go. She has come a long way from the nervous shy young woman. Blossoming into an amazingly open minded, if somewhat still shy, nervous, sexy woman. 

I opened up about my fondness for dressing in her underwear, how sexy it made me feel, how turned on I felt and how I dreamed of fucking her while dressed in her stockings, nervously hoping that I wouldn't freak her out and ruin everything, 

It's Thursday morning, I have physio today, and she is off work. 

"Is Juliette coming out to play today?" she asks me with a slight grin as we lie in bed, before we have to get up.

"She can do..." I stammer, heart beating a bit faster then the norm.

She kisses me, and jumps out of bed.

"Coffee?"

"Uh...please..yeah..." 

She packs the kids off to school, and I get ready to go to the Physio. Nothing more is said about Juliette. Did she say it half asleep? Is she playing with me? What is her plan?

I get through my appointment with the Physio, desperately trying to put her words to the back of my mind, but not entirely succeeding, nearly giving in while standing in my underwear in front of my Physiotherapist!!

I get home, looking up to the bedroom curtains as I pull in, they are closed, my heart starts pounding, is she waiting for me?? I walk in and there is a note on the table.

"Get ready for me, I have popped into town and will be back at 11. I want you washed and wearing what I have laid out on the bed. I want you to be clean! I am going to make you mine xx"

I race upstairs, 40 mins or so to get showered, shaved and cleaned. I shave over my pubic area to make it smooth, and then shave my face, she hates stubble when I go down on her!

In the bedroom,Juliette's stockings and corset are laid out on the bed. My cock twitches as I see a new wig and a note.

"Get dressed, make up and high heels xxx"

I am more then turned on, I am now a big bubbling mess of sexual panic, what do I do first, make up, or stockings?? 

I opt for the corset, I slide my legs into it and wriggle into it, it's a tight fit and I sweat lightly as I get the straps over my shoulders, the end of the corset sits above my now fully erect cock, my recently shaved chest showing at the top. 

I sit down on the bed, noticing the pre cum on my cock, I wipe my thumb over it and put it to my lips, and lift it off my thumb with my eager tongue. Next, stockings...she has put a new pair out for me, wow, I am really excited by this for some reason, normally I get the old laddered pair! I shiver as I place my foot in and pull the stocking up my legs, I wish I had shaved them, but no time for that today! 

The corset has three clasps to hold the stockings, I put the first clasp from the corset onto the front of the stocking,then the back on, then the side on. I repeat the process on my other leg. I pull on a pair of lace knickers, tucking my erect cock into the corset, in a vain attempt to hide it! 

Next it's the heels, a recent addition to my dress up days, I didn't have the courage to buy them in a shop, instead I ordered them online. 

The week they took to arrive, I will admit, was the scariest I have endured for a while! As soon as I clicked to order,I panicked, what would she say, think, how would she react to seeing her man in heels?? 

Well, I reasoned, I had been upfront with her about having sex with a transsexual, so high heels should acceptable!

I put the heels on and did up the strap over my ankles, my legs taking on a new shape as I stood to admire myself in the mirror, now for the makeup. I am useless at this, and was hoping she would walk in and help me with this stage of my transition into Juliette. 

Foundation first, all over my face, and neck, fully aware of how ridiculous I look, I carry on regardless. I apply the cheap Kelly Brook lipstick, red of course, and then I hear the car pull up...heart pounding I reach for the wig and put it on, a new brunette one, nicer then the red one I ordered with the heels a few weeks back, I look really different, still like a drag queen, but I am pleasantly surprised how I look, giving how I have rushed to get ready. 

She calls me from downstairs.

"Juliette, are you here babe?"

"In t..the bedroom mistress.." I stammer back, heart pounding. 

Footsteps, coming up the stairs, her smile beaming at me as I stand at the top of the stairs, waiting nervously.

"Well, well, look at the little slut! I bought you a present...be a good girl, put it on while I take a pee."

She throws a New Look bag at me, I catch it and feel so excited by her dominant manner, I peek into the bag and there is a new dress in there! I kiss her on the lips as she squeezes past me into the bathroom, she suddenly slaps me hard across the face! Anger flashing in her eyes!

"Who said you could kiss me bitch! Wipe that cheap shit lipstick off and get that dress on! Now!"

What the ... My cheek stung, and I felt silly, hurt and ... Excited!

I walked on my heels into the bedroom and took the dress out of the bag, Took the tags off and slipped into it, my head was swimming, I felt as though I had taken a massive hit from a loaded bong, my mind was rushing, swirling, I felt so...so...so high!

I put some socks into the cups of the corset, re-adjusted the dress, which was a red floral print number that sat just above the knee. It felt so light and airy, and I twirled from side to aside, enjoying the rush of air over my stocking clad legs, up to my balls, tucked into my knickers!!

I felt a slap on my arse.

"Look at you, you have been busy while I was out! Now let's sort your make up out girl."

She stood in front of me, smiling a wicked smile that I loved seeing. She went to work my face, applying the eye shadow, then the lipstick that made my lips tingle. 

After ten minutes, she steps back, smiles and tells me to have a look. I step up to the mirror and am stunned, she has made my old face into something else! I look like a drag queen, but am very please with the result.

"Thank you mistress" I almost whisper.

"Sshhhhh.. Go downstairs and make some lunch, I would like a pitta bread, houmos and a salad, you can have the same."

I stand and stare, wondering who this woman is, how am I so lucky to have her?

"Do you want another slap bitch!" She barks at me, causing me to step back, stunned. 

"N..no mistress!"

"Well shift that fucking slutty little arse now, before I lose my temper!!"

Speechless, I turn, in my dress and heels and make for the stairs, slightly giddy, I grab the handrail and start to walk as ladylike as I can down the stairs. I hear her put some music on on the bedroom, and her singing to herself. 

I go into the dining room, my heels clip clopping across the floor, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I pause, turn and stare at the woman staring back, I move to the kitchen, the blinds are open, shall I close them? 

"Leave the blinds open!" she calls down

I go into the kitchen, what if the neighbour opposite can see in!! 

I comfort my panicked mind, reassuring myself that I look so different, the old lady across the road wouldn't be able to tell it was me, I fill the kettle, smiling at my new found braveness, when I sense movement from next doors drive, I freeze...shit...a postman steps over the wall! He looks straight at me, smiles and walks right across my drive, right across the window as I stand helpless, water pouring into the water filter, frozen I just stare as he smiles and moves to the front door to deliver the post, my heart is pounding! He moves onto the next house, and then the next, did he realise I was a man, did he just smile and move on, or did he think I was just a housewife filling the kettle up!! 

Suppose I will never know.

My heart racing I prepare lunch and call her when it is ready, she comes down the stairs, and all I could think was "wow!", dressed in the outfit I bought her, secretly wanting it for myself! 

She looks amazing, a red and black corset with red trimmed stockings and new high heels!

Wearing the red wig I normally would wear, she looks like a complete stranger to me, I gulp, and tell her how amazing she looks, she smiles and agrees. We sit and eat lunch, as surreal a scene as I could ever have imagined!!

Lunch finished, she stands up and orders me to tidy up, and then close the blinds. I do as I am told, shaking in anticipation of what is to follow. She walks upstairs I steal a look at her as she ascends up the stairs, she stops and looks over her shoulder and winks at me. 

I walk around the dining room, nervous, horny, impatient. I look in the mirror, soaking in the moment, when I hear her coming, I straighten up my stockings, then my dress, one last look, I want to be perfect for her.

She is wearing a strap on cock, 7" inches and thick! Her leather paddle tapping her stocking thigh, tap tap tap, and a Devils grin.

"Kiss me" she demands as she reaches the bottom of the stairs.

Our lipstick painted lips meet. 

We kiss softly, then a bit harder. Our lips part and I can taste her, her lipstick, her breath...feeling drunk from the lust and passion I bite her lip softly..

WHACK!! 

A short sharp stinging session hits my cheeks!

And another!! 

"who the FUCK told you to bite my lip you little bitch" she yells into my face!

"Sorry mistress" I mutter, confused and a little bit shocked! What on earth has gotten into her, I really am her slave, feeling a little overwhelmed I continue to apologise!

"Lick my shoes you cunt!"

My head is reeling, not sure what is going on, I obey.

"Get on your knees worm, and clean my shoes!!"

I do as I am told, licking her new high heels I feel totally lost in a new world.

"Turn around, show me that pretty little girly arse" she orders.

I shuffle around to show her my arse, "lift your dress ladyboy" she commands.

I expose my bum, clad in her knickers, with her stockings and suspenders leading down my legs.

"You are my slave, mine to do with what I want, when I want and how I want, do you understand bitch?"

"Yes..Mistress"

"You have upset me by biting my lip without my permission, you must pay the price"

"Yes..Mistre..."

I felt the paddle hit my pantie clad arse, sending pain shooting through my body! Followed by another and another...

"Be silent or you will get six more bitch"

Three more hits from her leather paddle, the pain was immense, and pleasurable... Dare I annoy her more?

"Sorry for ..."

WHACK! Another one hit my red arse cheeks, the redness of my beaten buttocks matching her wig.

"Who the fuck told you to speak!"

Four more hits, pain intensifying with each stroke! I stayed silent, not wishing to anger this "stranger" any further!

"Turn around you little piece of shit"

With my back to her. My buttocks were screaming, wanting to be soothed, getting hotter and hotter by the second, burning with pain.

"So you like to wank to trannies? Do ya? 

You like to fuck trannies do ya? 

We'll show me how you suck cock." She thrust her cock to my face and grabbed my head, forcing me into her. I could smell her, she was hot, I could feel the warmth of her pussy from behind the cock.

"Open your mouth" she ordered.

My mouth opened without me even thinking, she put the cock into my mouth and pushed slowly, my mouth wanted that cock, my red lipsticked lips were swallowing up the head of the cock.

"WIDER!!"

I stretched my mouth as wide as I could,she pushed that cock in, deeper and deeper until I started to gag, tears filling my eyes, the mascara beginning to run down my cheeks. 

"You look like a trailer trash whore Juliette, wanna see?"

She reached for her phone and started taking pictures! 

"That's it bitch, take it in, see what I have to do when you want s blojob, suck it like the little whore you are!" 

I was now getting into the rhythm of giving that cock the best blojob I could, it tasted plastic,and false, but I would not stop, I did not want to upset my mistress. 

My cock was fit to burst, as I sucked that cock for all I was worth, my mistress grinding her hips into my face, pushing that cock down my throat, not relenting for a second! 

My jaws were on fire, my make up must of looked like a trashy porn stars! That thought turned me on even more!! She was taking more photos, and then ordered me to stand up. My jaws relaxed as soon as the cock came out of my mouth, missing it already, I was ordered to play with my cock facing the table, I released my cock from its knickers, the lace had been cutting into me and it was a blessed relief.

"Wank now slut!!"

I started to wank, unsure what she wanted next, "I am going to cum" I said apologetically, my face burning with embarrassment. 

She forced me over so I was bent over the table, and slowly started to lick my arse, right on the hole, cheeks spread so I could feel her warm tongue flicking my pussy, while I wanked myself to the point of orgasm, she cupped my balls and ordered me to cum, there on the table!

I exploded, my cock, bulging harder then I had ever known it, sent my hot spunk across the table, my body rocked, shaking with orgasm, my face contorted in ecstasy. I opened my eyes and she stood there, looking unimpressed. 

"Lick the table clean you dirty whore, get all that spunk in your mouth and then suck this cock!!"

My eyes widened, I have always fantasied about eating my cum out of her pussy, but always backed out from doing it, as I stood there, letting her words, her orders sink in, Slap, she hit me across the face again,!

"NOW BITCH!!"

OK, here goes I thought. I bent over and tentatively put my tongue to a large puddle of my cum, she sensed my nervousness and rewarded me with another belt across my arse. I started to clean all my cum from the table, soon I had a mouthful of cum...

"Suck it" she said grinning, eyes glancing at the cock she held in her hand.

I opened my mouth, careful not to spill its precious cargo, and took her cock deep into my mouth, I was lost now to a world of fantasy, she could order me to do anything and I would obey. 

She glided that cock in and out of my mouth, groaning as she did so, as if she was getting off by me sucking her cock, my mouth was full of cum and cock, I felt dirty, really dirty, on my knees, in my new dress and heels, going hell for leather on my wife's amazing cock!

"Swallow it all, now" she murmured, her eyes fixed on me, unflinching, not giving me any room for escape.

"Now baby"

I licked every last drop of cum of her cock, swallowing it, anything to please her.

"My shoes" she thrust her foot forward, a large dollop of cum was on her shoes, she smiled and "all of it baby" I licked her shoe clean, swallowing the last of my cum.

"Good girl, you like that didn't you?" She laughed.

I nodded, totally out of my comfort zone, but so relaxed in her company, reassured she was in control.

"My turn I think, kiss my pussy" she moved into the front room, ordered me to close the curtains, which I did in full view of the neighbours at the back, if they looked over now, that would see me, as Juliette, drawing the curtains in the middle if the day! 

I turned to see her laying full length on the sofa legs open, the strap on still in place, she was playing with it, without even realising. I love to lick her pussy, it drives me wild, I could do it for hours and she knows this. I move her wet knickers to the side and start to kiss her gently, finding her lips to give a little suck then to the clit, it is swollen, waiting for my mouth, I tease it with my tongue, gentle flicking it, and then putting it into my mouth to suck it, and lick it. 

I move so I can get my mouth around her clit, I kiss and play with it dropping down to kiss her parted lips and taste her, her pussy and my cum, the taste was almost too much, I lost myself in her and tried to give her the best blojob I could.

I wanted her to cum like a train, my fingers teasing her bum hole, not too much, just flicking around it, teasing her. 

I could hear her moaning, her hips pushing her pussy into me, her hand still wanking her cock, I could feel her body tense, and I put her clit in my mouth and sucked and teased and licked and flicked it, I want her to cum, she is getting louder, her moans more urgent, deeper and more guttural, she's nearly there, my finger is teasing her bum, she likes it, but not too soon! The finger goes in, just a bit, I feel her accepting it, I am sucking her clit, soaking wet, her pussy is grinding into my face, my finger goes in bit more, gently does it or I will ruin it for her!

There it is in, she is lost in orgasm, her body shaking, cumming.. I love this.. As she hits her orgasm, I gently remove my finger and let her body dictate the rhythm of my tongue, gently bringing her back from orgasm, and when she is ready, I take it back up a notch, working her back up into a frenzy, she is now widely pounding at her cock and calling me filthy names, I go to town on her pussy, licking, kissing, blowing and sucking her till she is ready to cum again, no hands this time, just my tongue, my chin burying into her pubic bone, grinding her to the point of orgasm, she shouts out! 

"YES YES YES" 

I am not done, this is where it can all fall apart, with renewed energy I go at her pussy like it is the first time I have ever kissed it, I am enthralled by it, mesmerized by her taste, her scent, her movement. She releases all her frustrations at once, cursing the world as her orgasm crashed into her conscious like a tidal wave, I hang on, relishing the power of the moment, lapping her ecstasy up util she collapses back, her cheeks flushed. 

"Wow, good slave." She says kissing me on the lips, I am pleased I have pleasured her, I stand up to take Juliette's outfit off, as we do after we both cum.

"No, stay with me Juliette, I haven't finished with you yet babe!"

I look at her, I flash a nervous smile and she points to her cock.

"Oh yes baby, you are getting the full treatment today, I didn't buy you a new dress and not get to fuck you in it!!"

A wave of fresh excitement hits me, I blush and smile. She leads me by the hand and takes me to the table and forces me to bend over it, I feel her reach for the lube, and then the coolness of it as she puts it around my pussy.

I shudder in excitement, I feel the tip of her cock, starting to press into me. After a while of carefully getting the tip of her cock in, she grabs my hips and pushes, hard and slow,

"You filthy cock loving cunt, I am going to make you scream. I am your mistress, your master, your queen. You will do as I say...ready?"

"Yes Mistress"



Juliette of Mars



It's strange to think that, if anyone ever reads this little history, which I doubt anyone ever will, it might be in a very different place and a very different time, and it might make no sense at all. That's okay. I'm not writing for an audience anyway. I'm writing because I've got things to say, even if no one ever hears them. And I'm writing to pass the time.

But obviously, you are reading this, and there's one thing you should know up front. If you're looking for romance, you can stop reading now and go find yourself a different story. Because there ain't no romance in this one. There's damn little anywhere on Mars anyway. Now, if you're looking for sex kicks, there's some of that, especially if you're as sick and twisted as me. But that's not what the story is about. It's about how I got where I am, waiting to die in this shitty, bug-infested cage. And Juliette. And how, if someone can learn from our mistakes, maybe they won't wind up like us, which is dead, or soon to be. But who learns from someone else's mistakes anyway?

The worst part of the whole thing is Juliette. I don't know if I loved her, but I sure miss her. I think about just being with her, and I think about fucking her. She fucked like a real bim. That's because she was a bim. She looked like one, she talked like one and she sure fucked like one. But we just really enjoyed each other - talking, eating, doing 'phro-mone, whatever. And as slutty as Juliette was, she had the heart of a little girl. And she was never a whore. Never. Not once. Could have made a whole lot of money that way, though.

I'm not going to tell you much about my childhood, if you can call it that. My real name is Melvin Booker. I probably had a middle name too, but I don't know what it was. Everyone calls me "Stones" anyway. It doesn't have anything to do with taking drugs. Everyone does that. They call me that mostly because I usually make good decisions under pressure and it seems like I never get freaked. I do, of course. I get just as scared as anyone else. Sometimes more. I just don't show it. But I do like the reputation.

I'm twenty in Earth years, but we started using Martian years here a while ago, so I'm really only ten and a half. And let me tell you, it's been ten and a half long, mostly shitty years. 

I don't remember much about when I was really young, just some laughing and some hugging. That much is always there, way in the back of my mind, like a warm, dull light. My older brother, Frankie, remembered a lot more and was always talking about things that happened with Mom and Dad that I'd forgotten about. 

Then, when I was four, my mother and father both died in the hog flu that wiped out ninety per cent of the colonists. It got my sister and my two other brothers, too. After that, there was no school and not much government. The cops, who were the only ones who had guns, took over, and Frankie and me were pretty much on our own. They had "homes" for kids like us, but they sucked big time. The bastards who ran them either made you work 'til you died or fucked you up the ass 'til you ran away. 

Clever kids like us were better off on their own anyway. We learned how to steal anything that wasn't nailed down. And in those days, there was a lot of stuff that wasn't nailed down. To begin with, there was ten times too much space for the number of people left alive. And ten times too much food and clothes and holovisions and everything else. So living was easy at first, but you couldn't sell the things you stole 'cause everyone already had more than they needed. 

In fact, there was so much food at first that the government actually laid off some of the farm workers who hadn't died. The ones that were left were just harvesting the stuff that was already growing, not planting anything new. But then all that fresh food started going rotten and the preserved food ran short. There were food riots and the paranoid, disorganized government couldn't get anything right. They closed the planet, turned the ships from Earth back, and the first famine hit. That's when we stopped using Euros and started printing our own money, Martian Dollars - MDs, or "docs" for short. 

And when the food ran short is when Frankie and me had to learn to steal something we could sell, like brix and red magic, 'phro-mone, gliders bug-eyes and clear days. Valuable shit like that. Drugs and other stuff that was nailed down. So we stole it, and we sold it. And we used it too when we had extra, which was often enough.

And that's how I met Juliette - at a 'phro-mone mingler. We call them "minglers" to mock the boring tea parties that cops and rich people have. A mingler is like an orgy, a wild dance party and a drug binge, all rolled into one. 

'Phro-mone is short for something else - aphrodisiac and hormone or pheromone or something like that. It's a stew of sex smells that all kinds of people give off: male, female, 'mo, 'tro, everything all mixed together. They get it from genetically engineered animals back on Earth. The mix makes you horny as hell, and the more of it you breathe, the hornier you get. It comes as a liquid and you throw it into a vaporizer, add in a little psychedelic, like some red magic, or a mood enhancer, like a glider or two, which they also get from animals. Then you round up your friends or charge admission, put on a little music, turn on the vaporizer, and POOF - instant sex maniac, drug-dance rampage. 

I guess on Earth they're hip-deep in genetically engineered shit like that. Some of it's pretty weird, but still useful, like talking cows and plants that can walk around and take simple instructions. Some is just freaky junk, like a giant nose - no face, no head, just a living nose - and chickens with twelve heads. And there are a lot of silly toys for rich people, like bunnies that lay Easter eggs, crap like that. 

Engineering humans is theoretically illegal, but there's plenty of it happening Earthside anyway, stuff like size-adjustable breasts for women who might want small tits at work, but huge melons for their boy friends. Here on Mars, we don't allow any genetic engineering at all, except for plants, which are mutated to improve the crop yield or nutritional value. But 'phro-mone, psycho-drugs and a few other high demand items get smuggled in from Earth regardless. 

So one day I walked into this mingler - it was already in full swing – threw my 10 docs in the bucket and left my pants at the door. Then here's this absolutely gorgeous bomb – Juliette, of course - getting fucked by three guys at the same time. And there were at least five more guys who were so hot for her that they were just sitting around and watching her get fucked and waiting their turn while they beat off or got sucked off by some other slut, who maybe was getting fucked by some other guy. Even if 'phro-mone had never been invented, I would have had an instant boner. 

She was slim, small tits, average height. But she was all legs and arms with gigantic green eyes and thick, wild, bright red hair. She hadn't bothered to take all her clothes off, but probably hadn't been wearing much to begin with. Her tiny, pink pleated skirt was flapping around her waist, and she was wearing matching pink shoes with really high spike heels. Anything else she might have had on when she arrived had long since disappeared into the pile of clothing on the floor. 

This particular mingler was in an unused storeroom on the seventh level of the mostly abandoned Ohio sector. The room was about 200 square meters, give or take, and there were probably 30 people there: about fifteen guys (half of them all over Juliette) and ten girls. Plus another five I wasn't sure about, because I couldn't tell from their appearance and couldn't see their equipment. 

Oh yeah, and there was one dead guy. A lot of older men, like in their 20s, get over-excited at minglers and cash it in. This particular guy couldn't have been dead long because his huge cock was still showing a healthy, rock-hard response to the 'phro-mone. Stiff as he was, he couldn't cum, and that actually made him pretty popular with a few of the girls, probably more than when he'd been alive. 

At a 'phro-mone mingler you don't have to wait for introductions to stick your cock into an empty hole. But I couldn't get anywhere near Juliette that night. She was always mobbed by other guys. And I was only nine and a half at that point. Not exactly large for my age either. So I wasn't about to force my way through a crowd of sex-crazed men. But, you know, I'd be damned if I was going to just stare at her and jerk off, so I fucked three or four other girls. I was always watching Juliette out of the corner of my eye though.

I remember the first girl specially well: a short, pretty, dark-skinned bim with long golden hair and bright blue eyes. She had big breasts and wide hips, sturdy arms and legs and not a speck of fat on her body. When I first saw her she was lying face-up on top of a big guy whose thick cock seemed to be five centimeters further than all the way up her gorgeous ass. She was wearing nothing but high-heeled boots and heavily-jeweled earrings that hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was tossing her head from side to side and clenching and opening her hands in some kind of ecstatic fit. 

Everything after that must have been at least partly the result of the drugs - I think it was black sun that time - but some of it had to be real, too. 

Her brown, little cunt was opening and closing like a tiny, frantic mouth, and suddenly I realized I could read lips. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," it pleaded silently. I looked again. "Oh, God, stick it in! Fill me up! Stretch me 'til I rip!" her pussy begged. Her super-stiff, twitching clit was pulsing and glowing as if it were about to burst.

I suddenly noticed a series of glowing tattoos. Small, multi-colored, down-pointing arrows, starting at her bellybutton, lit up one after the other, running across her pubic area and ended at her dripping cum-dump. I got the hint. My cock was so bloated, it turned a shining, psychedelic blue.

Her hips were pumping quickly up and down, making her cunt a moving target. I positioned myself between her widely spread legs, aimed and pressed the tip of my cock against the wet mouth. Instantly, her hips stopped moving. Her eyes flew open, locked on mine and began to draw me in, like some sci-fi tractor beam. Millimeter by millimeter, her hungry pussy slowly swallowed my hard cock as if it were a snake eating its trembling prey alive.

Things only got more intense from there. Alternately, I was a wild animal violently taking a frenzied mate, a dying star giving off cosmic bursts of energy, a thermonuclear missile hurtling toward a rich city-paradise.

I never saw the face of the guy who was fucking her ass, but we got to know each other pretty well. Our pricks met and communicated through the thin membrane separating them. They wordlessly exchanged fantasies, coordinated their thrusts and generally arranged their activities so as to provide maximum pleasure to all three of us.

We all came at the same time, and there are no words to directly describe the bliss we experienced. There are only metaphors, and even they don't do justice to the power of the euphoria or the depth of the satisfaction. While the orgasms lasted, they seemed like they had gone on forever. After they were over, it seemed like they had happened in another life.

After resting a minute or two, I danced with, then fucked, a tall, curvy brunette whose cunt had been surgically tightened. It was almost impossible to get in but, once you were in, it was even harder to think of a reason not to spend the rest of your natural years there. After her, it got hard to tell the difference between what I was doing and what I was watching, but I think I might have gotten a blow job and fucked somebody's asshole, hopefully, a girl's.

Then, when the vaporizer broke down and the drugs wore off and everyone else collapsed from exhaustion, I still had some energy left because I hadn't been there so long. I walked over and picked Juliette up in my arms. Even though she was pretty much unconscious, she was able to point to a couple of items of clothing she wanted me to take for her. They probably weren't hers, but no one really cared. 

She smiled vaguely, snuggled mostly naked against my shoulder and fell back to sleep. And I carried her to a safe sleeping place that only Frankie and me knew about. Mars is a real shit-hole, but there's one good thing about it. There's not a lot of gravity, so even a runt like me can pick up a girl and carry her off to his cave. And that's how I met Juliette. Okay, so I lied about the no-romance thing. But I promise there ain't no more after this. 

Our sleeping place was there in Ohio, on a level one level down from the lowest level. It was so special that Frankie and me promised each other not to tell nobody about it. We found it one day when we were exploring the lowest level, looking for something to eat or something to get high on or something to sell, and we saw a door that just seemed to be out of place. Things are set up in a real organized way here on Mars. The sectors mostly have the same layouts and the residential and commercial parts of each sector are set up in repeating patterns. And there shouldn't have been a door there, but there was.

It was locked, but Frankie picked it and, when it opened, we saw a set of stairs leading down. We went in and closed the door behind us. At the bottom was a short stretch of corridor and then another door. This one was double wide. Over it was a big sign, which at one time must have been all lit up, saying, "Atlantis Club". 

We'd obviously stumbled on what used to be an illegal drinking club. For a while, during one of the famines, alcohol had been banned because they thought it was a waste of grain, which was in short supply. There'd been a lot of places like this in the fringe sectors. This one must have been abandoned when drinking became legal again because, by then, Ohio Sector was pretty much empty except for the human trash, like Frankie and me. And we're not exactly your high-rent club customers.

At the door the corridor turned to the left and disappeared into darkness. Frankie tried to pick the door, but it was tricky and even he would have had to work at it for a minute or two. So instead, we walked into the darkness. After a while, the corridor turned to the right. Then it ended at another door. This one Frankie could pick right away. We walked into a small, dark kitchen. The power was out, so when I hit the switch, nothing happened. Frankie lit one the candles he always carried when we were exploring, and we walked through and into the main room of the club. 

Frankie held his candle high and we saw a pretty large room with a bar, ten or twelve tables and an equal number of booths lining the walls. The really amazing part was on the walls, but we couldn't see it yet. Still, we decided right from the start to keep the place secret.

Like I say, the power was disconnected down there when we moved in. The big problem with that was that it was freakin' cold. So the first thing we did was tap into a power cable on the level above to get the heat going. That's when the holo-displays came up on the walls and blew us away. We were surrounded by three-dimensional images like nothing I had ever seen. Water, endless water in all directions. And blue sky above. In the foreground on one wall were good-looking people, houses, shops, animals and old cars and shit moving around, going about their business. But in the background, and on the other three sides, everywhere you looked there was waves and rippling, surging, moving water.

Now there's not much water on Mars. I heard there used to be. But not anymore. The most water I ever saw all in one place was a couple hundred liters at an illegal distillery over in Kansas Sector. So being right in the middle of so much liquid scared me shitless at first. But as we hunted around the place, I got used to it. So did Frankie. Then we discovered the display could be set for different kinds of waves. You could have gentle, little waves, or great, big crashing surf, or a storm, or even a tidal wave (what Frankie called a "sue-naa-me"). We started liking it, and pretty soon we decided to make the Atlantis Club our new sleeping place. That's when Frankie got serious and made me swear never to tell anyone else about it. 

What made the club so important was that Ohio is such a dangerous place. It's mostly ruled by criminals and gangs. And don't bother calling the cops if you're robbed or get biffed up. We don't see much of them, except for the occasional mass raid or unless one of them comes around to buy drugs for their own personal use. But the Atlantis Club was a safe place. A place where we could sleep, or hide, or just relax. And safe places are rare in Ohio. 

So Frankie was really pissed when he woke up and saw me carrying an unconscious Juliette into the club. But he didn't say anything at first. He just stood up, walked to the center of the room, clenched his jaw and gave me that I'm-going-to-melt-you-with-my-eyes stare of his.

I smiled weakly and said, "I know, Frankie. I know. I shouldn't have brought her here. But I had to. I don't know why. I just had to. I didn't have a choice."

"What's her name?" he asked without unclenching his jaw.

I couldn't tell him I didn't know. Not in the mood he was in. And I certainly couldn't tell him that I hadn't even fucked her or spoken to her. "Juliette," I lied, borrowing the name of a popular soap opera holo-vid star.

"Well, get Ju-li-ette out of here before she wakes up." He spoke her name slowly and carefully, like it was a magic spell which, if he said it just right, would make her disappear.

"I know I should, Frankie," I said, trying not to whine, "But I can't. I really, really can't. I'm sorry. I'll make her promise to keep the secret too. And she's really nice. I'm sure she'd never tell anyone." 

Frankie didn't say anything. He just walked back to his bed and laid down. But he didn't close his eyes. He just kept staring at me.

I can be hard as nails with anyone else, but not Frankie. He's the only family I've got and the thought of him turning against me frightens the crap out of me. Which is funny, because I'm supposed to be the tough one. Even though he's a year older, he's even smaller than me. Plus, he reads a lot and he's more sensitive, like a girl or something. But, when he's mad at me, I turn to jelly. 

I guess it's because of all I owe him. He's always been the responsible one, remembering the things that needed to be remembered, doing the things that needed to be done, and being there to save my neck every time it needed saving. The thought of having to choose between Juliette and Frankie almost made me sick. But, hey, I thought, maybe I'll get lucky for once. Maybe she'll hate me, or Frankie will like her. Either way, I won't have to choose.

Frankie and me each had our own bed at the club. We'd ripped out the tables from two of the booths on opposite sides of the room. The plastic bench seats were solid to the floor, so filling the space between them with mattresses, blankets, pillows and stuff made cozy, almost private sleeping spaces, enclosed on three sides.

Frankie liked candles better than electric lights. So, when we were at the club, we usually had dozens of candles burning, casting weird and flickering shadows and constantly changing the way the water looked. Frankie also rigged up a number of recorded background sounds, like crashing surf, gently lapping waves, a moaning, echoing sound he called "foghorn" and other stuff like that. He switched back and forth between them depending on the time of day, his mood and other things I couldn't keep track of. 




Juliette of Mars



I laid Juliette on my bed and crawled in beside her. She snuggled on my shoulder again. I pulled a light blanket over us and stared at the ocean scene across the room, listening to the waves and waiting to fall asleep. 

I've never been to Earth, but I've seen pictures and vids. I guess there are lots of places there that are really like the Atlantis Club holo. Mars really sucks, and being at the club made me feel like I was getting away from it, and that felt good. When I brought Juliette to the Atlantis Club, I didn't know why I was doing it and, even if I had, I probably couldn't have explained it to Frankie. But now I think I must have wanted to take Juliette away from Mars, too. 

I woke up before she did. And, like every other day of my life, I woke up with a big, stiff, juicy hard-on. She was still on my left shoulder, and I just wanted to lay there and admire the beautiful way she slept, but my left arm was completely numb. When I shifted position a little to try to get some circulation going, she arched her head back, then swiveled it from side to side. Her arms began to move randomly beneath the blanket. After a moment, her eyes flew open. The wild look in them frightened me. But it disappeared quickly and they almost closed as she smiled lazily. 

"What's your name?" she whispered. But, before I could answer, she noticed the flickering candle light and the distant boom of the surf. Carefully, she sat up, and slowly her mouth and eyes opened wide.

I sat up beside her, put my right index finger to my lips to tell her to keep quiet, and laid back down, using my right arm to gently drag her down with me. It would have been easier to use my left, but it was still dead weight.

"Most folks call me 'Stones'," I whispered, "And don't wake Frankie." 

"Where the hell am I and what the fuck is all that water about?" she asked in quiet amazement.

So I explained about the Atlantis Club and the holographic displays and how she could never tell anyone about the club or Frankie would kill me. The more I explained, the more interested she got. When she turned to face me and propped her head up on her elbow, her face was no more than twenty centimeters from mine. I could smell her sweet breath and her big eyes reflected the dancing candle flames. Those eyes and their deep green pools reminded me of the ocean that surrounded us. I felt like I could drown in those eyes.

She sat up again, looked around the room and shook her head gently in wonder. Then she lay back down, her face even closer to mine than before, and casually threw her bare leg over mine.

"So, after the mingler, you just picked me up and carried me down eight levels to bring me here?" she asked with a little half-smile.

"And across two subsectors," I added proudly. 

"For what? To do nasty things to me that you couldn't have done at that mingler?" She seemed almost hopeful.

"Actually..." I began.

"Or just as some kind of a human trophy?" she interrupted and showed me the prettiest pout on the planet.

"Not..." I said, wanting to deny the accusation.

"Course I have absolutely no problem with being a human trophy," she interrupted again, cocked her head and went back to smiling. "It would be kind of flattering."

"Well, maybe..." I started, having changed my mind.

"Or it could be that you sensed how much I'd love this place and just had to show it to me," she suggested.

"Yeah...." I tried to agree.

"But it might be more sinister," she hissed, opening her eyes wide in the cutest show of horror I've ever seen, then narrowing them to little squinty slits. "Maybe, just maybe, you brought me here to devour me. You could be some kind of degenerate, carnivorous deviant who's going to cut off my body parts one at a time and consume me, little by little, a finger today, a toe tomorrow."

I was busy making mental notes to ask Frankie later about some of the words I'd never heard before. But I got the gist and knew she was joking. So I gently took her hand and started sucking on her index finger. 

A lot of other people wouldn't have thought it was very funny. We've never produced meat for food here on Mars. Before the flu, a few rich people who called themselves the "Gourmets" ("gore-crazed", most people called them), imported meat up from Earth. 

In fact, a lot of people blame the Gourmets for the hog flu getting to Mars. The twin flu epidemics – hog and Bangkok - killed a lot of the people down on Earth of course. But us Martians thought we were safe. Travelers had to spend time in quarantine at Moon Base before being allowed to come up here. And the ships didn't allow animals or uncooked meat. But, for some Gourmets, cooking the meat was a ritual, and people figure one of them must have smuggled in some raw, frozen meat infected with the hog flu, then gotten sick from handling it or not cooking it enough. Mars never got the Bangkok, but we sure got the hog.

There are three main colonies widely spread across the Martian equator, plus dozens of small ones sprinkled all over the place. Once the flu hit here, in Marineris, the biggest colony, people started trying to escape to the other settlements. Travel was banned, but they managed to get out anyway and, of course, just spread the disease until it was all over the planet. And because the domed colonies were tightly packed, it was really nasty, much worse than on Earth. They recovered pretty quick down there, but we haven't yet, not even close. 

So anyway, except for the Gourmets, most Martians, including me, have never eaten meat. I've seen guys killed in knife fights. I've seen arms and legs chopped off. During the famines I ate some of the foulest, ugliest things the plant world has to offer. And I'll joke about anything. But, if I really thought seriously about actually eating any kind of meat, it would turn my stomach a little strange. Let alone eat another person. And especially not a girl as gorgeous as Juliette.

"Are you going to cook me piece by piece, or eat me raw?" she continued, pulling her finger out of my mouth and tracing the outline of my lips.

It tickled, and I raked my teeth across my lower lip and screwed up my nose. 

"You're funny," she said with a wide smile. "I think I like you."

We lay there quietly for a while until I broke the silence. "Just before you woke up, it seemed like you might be having a dream, maybe a bad one."

"Could be," she replied, "But I never remember my dreams."

Later, when I knew her better, she told me she had a recurring dream - a nightmare really - in which she couldn't breathe. Either there was no air, or someone was choking her, or something was stuck in her throat. Seemed to me it was a pretty reasonable nightmare here on Mars. The outside atmosphere is really thin, less than one percent of colony standard pressure. Anyone left outside without a pressure suit would suffocate within minutes. If they didn't freeze solid first. 

We lay quietly again, looking into each other's eyes, in no hurry to begin what we both knew we were going to do. Then she asked, "Do they call you Stones because of any particular physical attribute?" and pursed her lips slightly. 

Shit, I thought, another word to ask Frankie about.

She moved her soft hand toward my crotch and, at the same time, moved her moist, inviting mouth toward mine. I suddenly realized I was still rock hard. 

If she was reaching for my balls to see if that's how I got my name, she missed. But she did find my stiff cock. "Ah, I see," she murmured, " ' Stones', as in 'as hard as'. Well, Mr. Stones, you sure know how to make a girl feel special." 

Our kiss began slowly and gently as we explored each other's lips and let our tongues get to know each other at their own pace. She held and stroked my cock casually, as if she did it every day. I found myself thinking how wonderful that would be.

I reached for her clit. It wasn't hard to find. It was huge, not quite the thickness of my little finger, but close. And so stiff it felt like steel with a thin covering of skin. She sighed deeply when I found it. Then she moaned loudly as I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, and her free hand grabbed my wrist to encourage me. 

"You've got me pretty excited," she whispered. "You're such a naughty boy. I just met you, and already I'm desperate for you to make me cum. 

"Actually," she warned, "I'm that way with a lot of guys, so don't think you're anything special." But I already knew she was telling the truth about the first, and lying about the second. 

"Trouble is, my pussy and ass are still going to be a little tender from last night. I'd ask you to eat me out, but I've probably got sperm from a dozen guys still drooling from my cunt. So, if you just stroke me off, just finger my clitoris and lick my nipples, I might give you the blow job of a lifetime....maybe." She opened her mouth suggestively.

I had to think about that one for about a nano-second. Actually, not that long. Her glossy, bright red lips framed a perfect, moist, pink tongue, which was pierced by nine tiny, glowing, deep pink studs arranged in a heart shape. If I hadn't already been hard, the thought of that mouth on my prick would have stiffened me instantly. As it was, my cock got so swollen, I thought it would rip apart at the seams. 

I did exactly what she asked, of course. Her nipples were as rigid as her clit. I circled the areola of one breast with my tongue, then nibbled the nipple with my lips. Then I sucked on it. Meanwhile, I rolled the other nipple between the fingers of one hand and stroked her clit with the thumb and first two fingers of the other, as if I were jerking off a tiny prick. After a little while I moved my lips to her other nipple and switched hands so that I could continue to work on her clit and other breast. 

I'm ambi-whatever-it-is and Juliette seemed to enjoy my skills a whole lot. She groaned and grunted her appreciation. I was pretty sure Frankie could hear her. He wasn't likely to be still asleep. But, although I'd obviously never brought a girl to the club before, and he clearly wasn't thrilled that I'd done it this time, I figured I could rely on him to pretend to sleep through our little early morning exercise.

Juliette's legs spread wide, back arched and weight on her shoulders and the balls of her feet. Her hips writhed slowly in sensual pleasure, like she was fucking an imaginary cock. She tightened her grasp on my wrist and gripped my forearm firmly with the other hand as if she was afraid I would leave her sweet, throbbing clitoris untended. Her orgasm came quickly and surprised me with its sudden intensity. She seemed to lose conscious control of her body and jerked and spasmed like she was possessed by some inhuman pleasure-demon. She let go of my forearm and grabbed a pillow to muffle her wordless shrieks of bliss. 

When she was done, she peeked out from behind the pillow and smiled at me, a little bashful smile at first, then a big, broad satisfied one. And then, suddenly, she disappeared under the blanket.

I felt her caressing my cock gently with both hands. Her warm, wet tongue licked the base of my rock-solid tower, then slowly moved up the length of the shaft. The studs sliding along the tender underside of my stiff meat sent waves of pleasure rippling through my shuddering flesh. Now it was my turn to groan in ecstatic joy. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I felt her lips nibbling on my puffed-up cock-tip. Then she eased the rest of the head into her mouth and started sucking, and I almost screamed. My body got all tight and I clutched spastically at the bed clothes.

She gave me a moment to calm down a little and then began to slide the shaft into her hot mouth a few millimeters at a time. It was such a slow tease, promising so much pleasure, but making me wait so long for it, that it seemed like the cruelest torture a girl could inflict on a guy. Instinctively, I put one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head, positioned to shove her mouth the rest of the way down onto my prick.

When she felt my hand on the back of her head, she reversed direction and began to gradually allow my hard-on to slide out of her mouth. I instantly figured out that she was showing me that she was in total control of both me and my cock. And right after that I realized how sexy it was to be completely in her power. "You nasty little bitch," I murmured as I moved my hand from her head, relaxed and began to enjoy the delicious torment she was putting me through. But I still knew I wouldn't last much longer. 

Now she began to swallow my aching erection again, a little faster this time, but still pretty gradual. Her mouth opened and closed and her tongue worked back and forth as she took me deep into her throat. I'm not huge, not really monstrous or anything. But I am bigger than most guys and no other girl had ever gobbled my whole cock. Juliette did though. And she made it seem nice and easy, as natural as eating a banana. She never even came close to gagging. By the time she was done swallowing, her lips were pressed hard against my balls and pubic hair while she rotated her mouth back and forth around the shaft, driving me absolutely wild.

If my prick had been a volcano, it would have been shooting out sparks and ash, blowing steam and shaking the ground for miles around, letting everyone know it was about to have a big time eruption. Well, I didn't see any sparks or ashes, but there was probably steam coming out of my ears and my body was shaking enough that I'm sure that at least one sweet girl could predict my eruption.

When a bim gets a big cock that far down her throat, she can't even breath through her nose anymore, so Juliette had to pull back far enough to get a big, deep breath. Without warning, she quickly plunged her mouth down on my cock again. As my stiff meat slid along her tongue and back into her throat, it seemed to buzz and quiver with excitement in a way I'd never experienced before. Suddenly, the realization exploded in my bliss-filled brain: those nine tiny, pink, glowing tongue studs were in fact nine tiny, pink, glowing, battery-operated vibrators. And she'd just turned them on. Arranged in a fucking heart shape. How slutty is that? "Oooh, shhhhhiiiiiit," I groaned. 

By the time her lips reached the base of my prick again, the volcanic pressure in my balls went overload and I erupted with an orgasm more intense and longer-lasting than anything I had ever experienced without the aid of 'phro-mone or mind-altering drugs. I felt my balls and stomach muscles convulse to explode each hot, powerful spurt deep into Juliette's welcoming throat. And, as each huge slug of cum sped down the shaft of my prick, an intense pulse of pleasure shot through my body. 

Now I did push down on the back of head, hard and with both hands, trying to force myself even further into her mouth and throat. And she didn't resist. In fact, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, wrapped one arm around the small of my back and grabbed my ass with the other hand, desperately trying to get me impossibly deep. I sort of think she came again, too, without any physical stimulation, just from the excitement. 

I came for so long, she ran out of breath before I ran out of sperm. I felt her trying to lift her head and took my hands away. As my cock popped free of her mouth, I heard her gasping for air. My last squirt of cum must have caught her in the nose because, when her head came out from under the bed clothes, there was a big gob of jism which looked like it was dribbling out of her left nostril, as well as a even bigger wad oozing out of the corner of her mouth and drooling down to dangle from her chin in several long, sticky, interconnected strings.

She looked ridiculous, nasty and gorgeous, all at the same time. But mostly gorgeous. And she knew it. 

Frankie, God bless him, must have been paying very close attention while pretending to be asleep. He didn't actually have to pretend for that long because from the time Juliette asked me to finger her off until I finished cumming was maybe five minutes. We were both that quick. But I know he was listening because, within a few seconds of the time Juliette reappeared from beneath the covers, there he was, at the end of the bed. 

"Morning, Juliette, I'm Frankie," he said holding out his hand.

She turned to me with a small, crooked smile. Oh, shit, I thought. I never told her that I made up a name for her last night. 

"You, know," I said, raising my eyebrows just a little, "My brother. Frankie. I told you about him. And I told him your name when we first got here, while you were still asleep."

She raised her eyebrows right back and looked at me a split second longer, then turned to Frankie and flashed a big smile. An adorable web of my cum still dangled from her chin as she shook his hand warmly. 

"Hi, Frankie. I'm Juliette," she said. 

And that was it. After that, she was Juliette. Even though she moved in with us at The Atlantis Club, she never told me her real name. And, even though I met lot of people who knew instantly who I was talking about when I described her, none of them knew her real name either. 

I must have asked her a hundred times and each time she had a different excuse for not telling me. My favorites were when she said, "My real name is unpronounceable in my current physical manifestation," and the story about being abducted by Earth aliens and having her memory wiped. I think maybe she felt that, in a life like ours, her true name was the only secret and the only thing of value she had left and that, if she gave it up, she might disappear or become nobody, or something like that. Or maybe she just kind of liked me being the one who decided what her name should be.

Names are pretty unofficial at our level of society anyway. There's three levels on Mars. There's the cops and their friends. They run the place and live pretty good. And there's the factory and farm workers and their families. They survive, unless their family's too big, but just barely. The government encourages workers to have large families now because there's so much empty space and unused equipment and farmland. But the government doesn't really support them. They expect the kids to go to work real young. 

Then there's the third social level - Frankie and me and others like us - social garbage. Mostly we're a generation of flu orphans. But add in some criminals, some crazy people, the sick, the lazy, the addicts, the misfits and the starving run-aways from farm and factory families that got too big to feed, and you've got about a quarter the population living in the abandoned corners of the colony, without jobs, without rules and without ties to the rest of society. Mostly we lied and cheated and stole to get by. 

We didn't really have to steal of course. There's still a shortage of workers on the farms and in the factories. When we got to be eight we could have gotten jobs. We would have had a place to stay, enough to eat, shit-ass hearth care and enough money to get drunk a couple of time a week. But not enough for the bang-bangs, the gliders or the 'phro-mone we thought we needed. Besides, working is hard. And worse, you have to do what some puffed-up, shit-dripping ass hole tells you to do, or you don't get your money. Or you get fired or beaten or thrown in jail. So we stole.

They call us "Buckeyes." Frankie says that's got to do with the fact that, at first, most of us hung out here, in the Ohio sector. But I don't see how that explains anything. What the whiz is a "buckeye"? And what the fuck do they have to do with Ohio sector? 

Anyway, I soon realized that Juliette and Frankie had something in common. Something about their spirits. They got along real good as soon as Frankie got used to the idea of having her around, which was pretty much right away. The next year or so was the closest I ever came to being happy. But Juliette and me never had a real exclusive thing. 




Juliette of Mars



Actually, very few of us Buckeyes have exclusive sex partners. There's a lot of 'mo sex around, you know, guys with guys and girls with girls. But there are almost no exclusive 'mo couples. There are a few 'tro couples, but the first thing the cops do when they arrest a Buckeye is sterilize him, you know, to keep us criminal types from multiplying. So there are damn few kids here and no reason to form families. Besides, who has time for love, or romance, or kids? We have to work pretty hard at surviving. And in whatever time we have left over, we're way too busy getting laid.

The result of all that is a real low birth rate, which is one of the reasons us Buckeyes are a dying breed. The other, of course, is the death rate. And there are a lot of reasons for that. No health care is one. Then there's our life style - bad food, a whole lot of violence and plenty of drugs. And of course, there's the cops. A lot of us get killed by the cops, either in the passways or after being arrested and sentenced to death, like me, or to prison, which is pretty much the same thing. In five or ten years, there won't be any Buckeyes anymore and Mars will be pretty fucking boring.

So Juliette and me had a pretty good year, at least our standards, but we didn't have an exclusive deal by any means. We still went to minglers, of course. And she used to fuck Frankie once in a while, or any passway trash that caught her eye. 

Frankie is pretty much 'tro -'mo. He'll fuck anything with a hole in it, animal, vegetable or mineral. He had a special appreciation for Juliette, but he also had a semi-steady boyfriend. I never knew his real name, but everyone called him Boof. Despite his cute sounding name, Boof was one mean mother-fucker. And I probably mean that literally. I wasn't real fond of him. His other nickname was Jerkoff, but I'm the only one who ever called him that. To this day, I have no idea why Frankie hung out with him.

Myself, I've always been strictly 'tro. Not that I have anything against 'mos. It's just that girls are so sexy, so sweet, and it's so much fun to be teased by them and play with them, being attracted to another guy has just never made sense to me. 

Anyway, so Juliette and me never stopped having sex with other people. Why should I be swearing off other bims? If some fine little fire-cracker goes to all the trouble of making my prick stiff, why shouldn't I be able to stick it into her like she wants? And Juliette always said there was something especially exciting about fucking a guy when you don't even know his name. So neither of us were about to give the minglers up. 

It was Boof who turned us on to the mingler in Brighton sector, a pretty classy neighborhood. That was about two weeks ago, but it seems like a lot longer. 

The four of us - me, Boof, Frankie and Juliette - strolled over there together. At first, we had to do the "Buckeye shuffle". The passways in Ohio Sector are all ankle-deep with junk and garbage left from looting and from the fact that there's no recyc pick-up. The authorities provide absolutely essential services, like power and pressure and water because they know there are people living there. But they know what kind of people we are, so they don't bother with the optional stuff, like coming to get the trash on a regular basis. So people just throw it in the passway. Anyway, the result is that Buckeyes don't pick up their feet when the walk. If we did, we'd be setting them down on cans and bottles and all kinds of shit hidden under the top layer of rubbish. Instead, we just kind of slide their feet forward, keeping contact with the floor and pushing through the litter. For most of us, it's shuffling, but real bims like Juliette manage to make it look more like gliding. 

When we passed into Veracruz Sector, we could have begun to walk normally. But Frankie and Boof and me just kept shuffling out of habit. Juliette, though, began to strut. It was always fun to see how heads turned when Juliette pranced around one of the other sectors. What little she wore was more body decoration than actual clothing. 

The colonies, even Ohio sector, are kept warm enough that clothing is mostly unnecessary. The hard-working people in the in the more conventional sectors, like Alberta Sector, New York Sector and Veracruz Sector, dress pretty conservatively. None of the men wear crotchless trousers. They keep their equipment covered at all times. Women never get wilder than spray-on slacks or a short panty-skirt and a blouse, which can be thin and gauzy, but can't be totally transparent. Brighton Sector is richer and a little less up-tight. But there are still limits. 

Juliette didn't obey any of these conventions. She dressed at the edge of Buckeye fashion, which is pretty fucking outrageous to begin with. That day she was wearing bright pink satin gloves, the kind that come up above the elbow, and matching thigh-high boots with platform soles and 8-inch spike heels. Her clit and both nipples were pierced by three small, silver rings, which had a delicate silver chain looped loosely through them. She also wore a dangly pair of heavily-jeweled earrings, a pink pearl choker and a couple of shiny bracelets. That was it. Her perfectly round, impossibly high, proud little tits and her gaudy pubic tattoo and sweet, tight pussy were all on eager public display. Like I said, body decoration.

Frankie and me and Boof weren't exactly inconspicuous either. Boof was crotchless and his thick, heavy cock dangled impressively between his legs when it wasn't straight-up stiff and tickling his belly button. He went without a shirt to show off how cut his upper body was. I was wearing an old Earth cowboy outfit I'd stolen from the warehouse we'd broken into the night before. Frankie wore black pants so tight you could tell that he wasn't circumcised. He was shirtless, too. But in his case, it was a lot less impressive. A lot less. 

As we walked, Juliette toyed casually with her little chain to stimulate her nipples and clit and keep them as stiff as possible at all times. I'm sure she wanted to display them to their best advantage. It really worked. Her nipples stood out a full centimeter from her small, pink areolae. And her large clit stuck out from between her legs like some swollen on/off switch. 

After a little while, she asked Frankie and Boof and me to take over chain duties. We were more than happy to oblige. Soon, the three of us had our hands all over her, where they remained almost the whole way to the mingler. Couldn't have kept them off her if we wanted to. But why would we want to? 

It turned into a slow trip because we had to keep stopping to make out. Other people pretended not to notice that there were three guys in a corner of the passway mauling a stunning redhead, one with several fingers in her cunt, another with his fingers up her ass and the third working her tits, while she grabbed at all three cocks and two of the guys grabbed at each other. The people didn't do a very good job of pretending, but give them credit for trying. 

Juliette had about a half dozen orgasms before we even got to the mingler. The guys and me tried to save it for the party, but gave up half way across New York Sector, and Frankie and me wound up begging her to suck us off, which she did, while Frankie sucked off Boof, all right in front of the local branch of the Third Universal Martian Church of Christ, Time-Traveler. 

Just as we were finishing up, the minister came out to chase us off, complaining that we were scaring the kids and freaking the members of the fucking congregation, though it looked to me like the kids took an educational interest and most of the adults were enjoying the show. But what do I know? Maybe the men in that parish always walk around with their pants full of hard meat.

Anyway, why the hell should the minister have had to shoo us away? Why didn't he just have his buddy, Jesus, go back in time and change history so that we were never born, or at least got face-fucked in front of someone else's church? There's a big frigging mystery. 

We had to tone it down when we got closer to the mingler. Like I said, Brighton is pretty classy. We didn't want to get arrested or lead the cops to the orgy. So we gave Juliette a rest for the last half-kilometer. As if that would make us blend right in. 

I tried to convince her to take the chain off for the mingler. I told her I was afraid some over-enthusiastic guy, or worse, some sadistic bastard, would yank it too hard. She allowed as how she sort of liked sadistic bastards and couldn't take it off because she didn't have any pockets to keep it in (like I hadn't noticed). I offered to hold it for her, but she just laughed and called me "Daddy" and said I was being over-protective. I could see Frankie was concerned too. Boof, on the other hand, was exactly the kind of sadistic bastard I was worried about.

The mingler turned out to be in the storeroom of a furniture store which had just gone of business and was still full of brand new beds, couches and chairs. It was a lot cleaner and more comfortable than the places we usually partied. And much ritzier too. There was even a guy at the door checking everyone to make sure no low-lifes (like us) got in. Somehow, we fooled him. But the guard did tell Juliette she'd have to take her chain off. She pouted and offered him a blow job if he'd let her keep it on. I figured he must have been 'mo, because any warm-blooded 'tro would have had his zipper down in a heartbeat. But he said she had to give it up or she wasn't getting in. She pouted some more, unfastened it and handed it to me.

Inside, things were just getting started. The music was loud dance tunes in the current style. There were about a dozen really amazing girls there, and more arriving by the minute. They were dancing with guys or with each other or by themselves. As I looked around the room, each seemed sexier than the one before. And, as I made eye contact with each, I got harder and harder. It was like they were taking turns putting their hands in my pants and tugging on my pud. 

Suddenly, I came to one I recognized. Adorable was her name, and it sure fit her to a T. She had just gotten the vaporizer started and was leaning over it, breathing deeply. She looked up, saw me, shrieked, "Stones!" and rushed across the room, high heels click-clacking as she came. I really didn't know her that well. We'd met a couple of times in the passways, but she sure was friendly that night. And looked like something out of a wet dream, too. 

She wore a miniscule, frilly skirt, which didn't really cover either her cunt or her ass, thigh-high fishnet stockings and a tight little cropped tank top that just barely covered her nipples and featured the words "CHOSE A HOLE - ANY HOLE" in shimmering pink block print on the front. Her bright blue lipstick exactly matched the color of her eyes and her thick blonde hair was piled up high in a fancy 'do and decorated with shiny ribbons and sparkling jewels. 

Anyway, she came running full-tilt, leapt up into my arms, legs wrapped around my waist, planted her mouth on mine and practically stuck her tongue down my throat. Her groin writhed desperately against the stiff lump in my pants. Suddenly, she broke off the kiss to pant desperately in my ear, "Nice to see you. I sort of got an early start on the 'phro-mone. Can you fuck me now?" 

"Well, I guess that will keep him out of trouble for awhile," Juliette commented to Frankie and Boof as the three of them scanned the room, trying to decide where to begin.

Adorable and me tumbled onto the nearest couch with me on top. No one else was fucking yet, but she obviously didn't care. "Shouldn't we dance first," I asked. 

She didn't answer right away, but created just enough space between us to yank my zipper down and pop my erection out of my pants. Planting one spike-heeled foot on the floor, she pressed her sopping wet cunt against the tip of my prick and looked up at me from under lowered lids. "We'll do my favorite dance," she whispered. "It's called 'The Shove-It-In'." She wriggled her ass forward on the couch to force the head of my cock into her smoldering pussy. "AAAAAAOOOOOOOOH," she moaned.

"And-a-one, and-a-two," I whispered back and slowly drove my rigid prick into her to the hilt. She shuddered and pumped her hips rapidly and I matched her pace. It wasn't fifteen seconds before she came the first time.

Now, Juliette had just sucked me off and I wasn't feeling much effect from the 'phro-mone yet, so I wasn't desperate. Adorable was a sweet and sexy girl and I caught myself thinking how much she reminded me of Juliette. She was so fiercely horny I figured I'd give her a big bunch of orgasms (which I did) and keep her satisfied for a while (which I didn't and probably no one could have).

She must have climaxed six or seven times before I did. Each seemed more intense than the last. When I finally came and needed to take a break, we held each other close and basked briefly in the afterglow. Then she kissed me warmly and went back to the vaporizer, leaned over it and inhaled its fumes deeply before straightening to look around the room. I wasn't sure what drug had been added to the 'phro-mone. It seemed like maybe creepers or ruby rockets. But whatever it was, it seemed to be doing okay for Adorable.

Soon I began to really feel the 'phro-mone and the drugs too. I found myself staring at a tiny, blonde pixie of a girl on the far side of the room. She was staring back. As I watched, she fluttered her delicate wings, floated across the room and landed, face-first on my now stiff-again cock. I lay back on the couch and reached between her legs to find her clit, which I rolled between my fingers, making her groan with pleasure. She swung her body around so that her legs straddled my head and slowly lowered herself until her clit was in my mouth and my nose was in her cunt. After that, it was either twenty seconds or twenty years of delicious sixty-nine. Either way, it was great. In fact, that little fireball was having such a good time that she pressed her pussy so hard against my face I almost suffocated. 

When I came up for air, I noticed Frankie and Boof in a corner, talking to a third guy. I didn't know it yet, but it was The Flea. If I had known, I probably would have stood up, grabbed Juliette by the arm and walked out. But I didn't know. 

Meanwhile, Juliette was dancing with three young, very well-hung guys. They were passing her back and forth, taking turns groping her in time to the music. I figured she was in for a good time. And Adorable was on a bed on the other side of the room, getting her pussy and ass fucked at the same time by a couple of gorgeous studs and loving every second of it. She reminded me more and more of Juliette every minute.

Just then, two more girls floated across the room and joined us - a black-haired beauty and a bald bim with huge tits and the word "HAIR" tattooed ornately across the top of her head. (Don't ask me. I'm just telling you what happened. You can't make shit like that up.) I guess my little pixie-slut was enjoying herself so loudly that the other two figured they'd better give me try. Right away the three of them were all trying to suck my cock at the same time. They fought over it, yanked it this way and that, licked it, massaged it with their lips, occasionally actually got it into one of their mouths and generally did as much as they could to make me spurt. 

Meanwhile, they were all competing to maneuver their cunts and sphincters into range of my mouth, and I was using my fingers on the clits and holes of the losers. My entire body was being constantly caressed by soft female flesh as they squirmed and wiggled, trying to get their sweet mouths on my cock and their dripping pussies on my face. 

I lasted as long as I could, and managed to get all three of them off. Then I could finally let loose myself and, despite the fact that I had already popped off twice in the last hour or so, I came like a geyser. 'Phro-mone and being triple-teamed will do that to you. The three girls struggled frantically to be the one whose mouth I came in and, as a result, none of them could get her lips on my cock and I spray-painted their lovely faces pretty good. Then I got to watch them eagerly lick the cum off each other, which kept me completely hard until the last drip was lapped up.

I sat back to look around for a minute and check out what available next. Not surprisingly, Juliette looked like a pretty good alternative. Boof had retired to a corner of the room where some cute little guy with long, golden hair had entirely swallowed his thick cock and seemed to be trying to set some kind of dick-diving record. 

Frankie and The Flea had discovered a sort of freight hook hanging from the ceiling and were getting ready to string Juliette up for an old-fashioned fantasy game. Her hands were 'cuffed together and the men were lifting her still-gloved arms over her heads and tying the 'cuffs to the hook with a length of sturdy rope. She was doing that phony "Oh-no-please-don't-tie-me-up" whine, but broke into a broad grin when she noticed me staring at her and beginning to get stiff again already.

Adorable and three new guys, who had been admiring her intently, had been at the vaporizer. But now she was dragging them over to a nearby couch. They didn't seem to be putting up much resistance. 

I wandered over to where Frankie and the other guy were preparing to fuck my girlfriend, trying to look as casual as a guy can when his cock's stiff like a steel rod. Frankie was just finishing with the rope. He had it pulled exactly tight enough that she could spread her legs wide and still keep most of her weight on the soles of her high-heeled boots. 

The Flea was in front of her, sucking on a nipple and gently rolling her clit between his fingers. He wore a leather vest. He was much too busy to shake my hand and exchange pleasantries. Anyway, formal introductions are a pretty low priority at minglers.

"No, no, you can't do this to me. I'm a good girl. I really am," Juliette whined convincingly, her eyes rolling ecstatically. 

When I moved behind The Flea, and Juliette caught sight of me over his shoulder, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly in a little smile. Her eyes got that come-and-get-it look and then she went back to her act.

"Oh God, you're not going to stick those big things into my little-bitsy holes, are you? They're so huge, so hard, so long, so thick. They'll rip me apart. Oh, please, please, no, don't do it," she moaned and sobbed, getting more excited and less convincing by the second. 

The Flea began kissing her on the mouth and she alternated between passionately kissing him back and turning her head away to protest, "No, no, stop. Oh, please, please stop right now. I don't like it. Let me loose. Oh, help me, somebody, help." 

Suddenly, the music went gothic and the room became a dungeon. The dark, damp stone walls were studded with heavy iron hooks and rings. In a corner was a torture rack and a small charcoal fire with an assortment of iron rods sitting with their red-hot tips in the coals. 

All around the room, the mingler had turned into a torture-and-rape theme party. Boof's little golden-haired friend, his hands bound behind his back and a load of sperm already dribbling down his chin, trembled as Boof turned him to face the cold stone wall so he could fuck his tiny, tight bum. Adorable had attracted another admirer who was pinning her arms behind her while the other three took turns fucking her lovely, slutty mouth. 

Frankie was on his knees, licking and sucking on Juliette's big clit, which was rock hard and pulsing in time with both her heartbeat and the music. There were no more words from her now, only grunts and groans, as if she had lost the ability to speak. I think being tied up and hung like this made her even hornier than usual.




Juliette of Mars



I slid around behind her and teased her ass hole with my finger. She gasped and groaned more loudly. "Oh, God," she hissed quietly, having miraculously regained her vocal abilities, "Don't fuck my ass hole! Whatever you do, don't fuck my little-bitty, tight, tender, pink little ass hole. Your big pricks will tear me apart." But she couldn't hide the little smirk that told me how much she was looking forward to it.

I positioned the head of my prick against her sphincter. There was no need for lubrication. It was still drooling the cum of the last guy who fucked it. Besides, I had no intention of sticking it in just yet. The Flea took up a similar position in front of her, his cock barely between her cunt lips, moving slowly along the slit and gently brushing her aching clit. Frankie sucked on a stiff nipple, then nibbled an earlobe, then went back to the nipple. I pushed the tip in, just to give her a little taste, then withdrew. She thrust her ass out to impale it on my cock, but too late. I had stepped back. 

Immediately, she swung her hips forward to take The Flea deep into her pussy, but he was gone, too. She shrieked in frustration. "Oh God, no. Don't do this to me," she wailed.

The Flea slipped around and took my place behind her. He grabbed her tits, wedged his hard-on vertically between her ass cheeks and slid it up and down, keeping the tip too high for her to get it into her sphincter. Meanwhile, Frankie stood in front, kissing her on the mouth and making thrusting motions with his prick, but never letting it quite get within range of her cunt.

I stood off to the side for a moment and noticed that Boof and two other guys had tied up his new blonde boyfriend and were torturing him by taking turns sucking his cock while they shoved a variety of metal tools up his ass. 

Meanwhile, Adorable had almost completely disappeared under a pile of frantically horny men. All I could see of her was her high heels and the top of her piled-up hairdo. I estimated the number of men by counting the feet and dividing by two. There were about six. She would have to have had two pricks in each hole to accommodate them all.

Now Frankie moved around behind Juliette and teased her asshole with his cock. I moved between her legs in front and began slapping mine against her belly. The Flea straddled one of legs from the side and humped it, rubbing his prick against her hip.

"OH, PLEASE," she screamed. "Please, please, please, please," her voice descending to a whimper. "Please."

"Please.....what?" I taunted, as Frankie and me and The Flea stepped back like we had to consider the situation carefully. You see, the best way to truly torture my dear Juliette was not to tie her up and fuck her, but to tie her up and not fuck her. And we were being about as cruel as we could get.

"Please, please, please," she continued to beg.

"Please walk away and leave you alone?" I asked.

"No, you whizzing asshole," she shouted. "Please stick your cocks in me. Please do what men are supposed to do to nymphos like me and fuck me. Please FUCK me. FUCK me! Put me out of my misery and FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! DO IT NOW! PU-LEEEEZE!" 

I looked at Frankie.

"She did say 'Please'," he observed.

I looked at The Flea.

"And she said it repeatedly," he added.

We all pretended reluctance, but our rampant hard-ons and heavy breathing sort of gave us away.

We looked at each other for a few moments, like we were making up our minds. Frankie was the first to break down and take pity on her (and himself). He stepped between her legs. She dangled from the hook, thrusting her hips wildly forward, trying vainly to lance her cunt with his stiff spear. He closed his eyes, set his feet, grabbed her ass cheeks, placed the head of cock against the mouth of her pussy and smoothly penetrated her to the hilt of his rigid cock.

I think she came even before he was all the way in. She went directly from "Please, please, please," to a sarcastic "Thank you," to a high-pitched shriek, to her usual orgasmic cute, squeaky grunts, except louder, faster and more forceful.

When her spastic jerking had calmed down enough that I figured it was safe to get close to her, I slid the head of my cock into her rectum. This time, when she reflexively pushed back onto it, I thrust forward and was instantly buried to the balls. She let out a loud gasp of pleasure and turned her head as far as she could to offer me her tongue. I leaned over her shoulder and pressed my mouth against hers, sucking on her tongue and then thrusting mine into her mouth. Frankie and I made slow love to both of her holes with long, affectionate strokes. Her eyes were slitted almost shut and her eyelids were fluttering, which told me she was on the verge of her next orgasm. 

After about 10 more strokes, she began to cum. "Oh darn," she whined, "not another one." 

When it seemed about over, I pulled out and let The Flea have a turn in her asshole. Almost as soon as he slid in, her next orgasm began. "Ooooooooaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, you bad, bad boys," she moaned, "stop right now." 

While Frankie continued to pussy-fuck her with tender passion, The Flea and I took ten-second turns in her ass, giving her one quick, short climax after another.

A couple of times when I was off-duty, I scanned the dungeon to see what other people were up to. Boof and his little group had formed a circle-whip daisy chain where each guy sucked the cock of the next one in the circle while flogging his bloody back with a plastileather scourge. Blood splattered all around. Adorable was still mostly hidden under a writhing mass of male flesh, but I could hear her gagging occasionally as one of her many new friends fucked her throat a little too enthusiastically. 

Frankie's eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and I could tell from the scowl on his face that he was reaching his limit and would need to cum soon. Juliette could probably see it too because, just as The Flea was about to pull out so I could have a turn, she groaned pathetically and murmured, "I hope you animals don't try to all fuck me at once. If two of you both shoved your big things into my poor little bum at the same time, it'd probably be ripped to pieces."

The Flea turned to me with a wicked grin. He was really into his role. He hooked his hand under her thigh and lifted her leg so I could get at her asshole from the side. As stiff as I was, it still wasn't easy to force a second large cock into Juliette's tight little ass. She grunted and gasped, rolled her eyes and allowed a huge climax to start building.

"Oh, please. Please," she pleaded. "Please make me cum again." By now, I was deeply embedded in her rectum and began trading long, quickening stokes with The Flea. Frankie had slipped around some kind of a corner, into a world of his own and was hugging Juliette tightly, eyes still closed and hips pistoning frantically, withdrawing his entire cock, then stabbing its full length into her welcoming snatch as fast as he could.

When The Flea and I changed our rhythm so that we were thrusting together, trying unsuccessfully to match Frankie's pace, Juliette began to tremble and shake. Her groans became a gargle and then a high-pitched scream, which echoed off the dank stone walls of the dungeon as orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Frankie, The Flea and me all managed to cum at about the same time, filling her full of loads of sticky cream, like some hot little éclair. 

As I finished cumming, the dungeon and implements of torture around us melted away and we were once again in the storeroom of a disused furniture store, surrounded by its unsold stock. Boof and his group were in a circle-suck, but had no whips and were not bleeding. 

Adorable was lying on her stomach and there were three guys still fucking her. But even through the psychedelic haze, I could see something wasn't right, something about the way she was moving. One big horny goat was under her, fucking her cunt. And one was on top, pumping away at her ass. The third was trying to fuck her mouth, but was getting all pissed because she was strangely slack-jawed, which wasn't much fun for him. When he grabbed her by the sides of her head and started jerking it back and forth, I could see her eyes were open, but lifeless. A huge quantity of cum, mixed with something that looked like puke, drooled from her mouth. I realized that she wasn't moving at all; her body was simply being pushed around by the thrusting men. 

I yanked my cock out of Juliette's rectum and screamed at the men, "Get off her you ass holes! Can't you see she's in trouble?" In my heart I already knew she was dead, but I wasn't about to admit it until I'd felt for a pulse. It was like they didn't hear me. Maybe they were so deep in their hallucinations and sex-lust, they had no idea what was going on. Didn't know Adorable was dead. Didn't know I was screaming at them. Or maybe, like a lot of people in Ohio Sector, they just didn't care. 

A few times in my life, I've completely lost it, and I guess this was one of them. 

I threw myself at the guy who was trying to fuck her mouth just as he turned to face me. He was really large and, while there may not be much gravity here on Mars, inertia and momentum are the same as on Earth, so I pretty much just bounced off him and landed on my back. He had already been angry, but now he got really furious. He snarled, stood up, took two steps toward me and launched himself into the air, intending to land on top of me. But now my quickness and agility gave me the advantage.

I caught him in the chest with my feet while he was airborne and used his own momentum to carry him over me and send him flying into the wall head-first. He hit hard and lay motionless, his neck bent in a way I'd never seen before.

I sprang to my feet and shouted again, "Get off her...NOW!!!" It seemed like they still didn't hear me. I got a running start from behind the guy on top, planted one foot and aimed the other at the balls dangling below his ass. That got his attention. He rolled off to one side, howling and writhing in pain. 

Then I turned to the bastard under her, still pumping away at her cunt. I kicked him in the head. Then I did it again. And again. And again. He was already unconscious, but I kept kicking. Blood drooled from his ear and gushed from his nose, and I kicked him again.

That's when things got really crazy. Guys rushed at me from all sides, including Frankie, but it was like I was moving at normal speed and they were in slow motion. As each one came at me, I could see exactly how he was off-balance, out of control or vulnerable. I spun and ducked one, caught another in the chin with my elbow, stepped aside and tripped the next. I was careful not to hurt Frankie, but I didn't give a shit about the others.

Still, it was over pretty quick. I held my own for about 30 seconds, but then someone got behind me with a chair leg and, very suddenly, the lights went out. 

When I came to, I was slung over Frankie's shoulder and he was trotting through small, back passways I didn't recognize, but guessed were in Brighton Sector. My head was throbbing like it wanted to burst. Juliette was jogging along in front of us, not without difficulty in her platform soles and spike heels, looking from side to side, apparently scouting for something, maybe cops. If we were trying to be inconspicuous, we weren't doing a real good job. 

Boof was nowhere to be seen.

"Okay, okay, put me down, " I groaned. "Just drop me on my head and get it over with."

"Sure," Frankie said, lowering me to my feet reasonably gently. "But we have to keep moving."

"Where are we and what are we running from?" I asked.

"Hey, Juliette," Frankie called out breathlessly, "He wants to know what we're running from. You want to tell him? Or should I?"

Juliette didn't answer. She didn't even look back.

"We're in Brighton, headed home by way of New York. And we're running from the cops because you killed three guys back there," Frankie spat, "Two of the guys who were fucking that bim and a third who was just trying to get you under control before you killed someone else. What the fuck did you have to do that for? What the fuck's the matter with you?"

Before long, farm and factory families clogged the narrow passways and we had to slow down and try, however hopelessly, to blend in.

"I don't know what happened," I eventually said, "Not that those scum bags actually deserved to live. But I didn't mean to kill anyone either. I just, sort of..." I fell silent, not knowing exactly how to describe how I had felt. It wasn't that I was upset that those creeps had killed Adorable. They hadn't done it on purpose. One of them probably just forgot she needed to breath occasionally. It happens. Or maybe she gagged and choked on her own puke. Or it could have been a simple 'phro-mone or drug overdose. What set me off was that they didn't care that she had died. And what I couldn't explain to Frankie and Juliette was why I did care, and why I cared that the creeps didn't. Because usually, I don't care. 

We made it back to the Atlantis Club without incident. 

"What happened with Boof?" I asked. "And who was that other guy fucking Juliette with us? Do you know him?"

"You don't?" Frankie laughed. "That was The Flea. I assume you've heard of him," he said sarcastically.

Everyone had heard of The Flea. It just happened that I'd never met him. And since he is a little, you might say, shy about having his picture taken or published, I had no idea what he looked like. He's the right-hand man to Ohio's nastiest and most successful criminal, a guy who calls himself "Thug Zero". The Flea has a reputation of his own, way nastier than, for example, Boof. If you get Thug Zero pissed, you get a visit from The Flea. And if you survive the message he delivers, it will be with a whole new outlook on life. And probably without a body part you were fond of. Word is that The Flea always takes a souvenir for his sizable collection.

I took Juliette's chain out of my pocket and tossed it to her. Her tight little smile told me she was glad she'd been forced to take it off. "And you let him fuck you?" I asked in disbelief.

" 'Phro-mone will do that to you," she answered. "Besides, to me, he's just like any other man. If a guy's got live meat between his legs, sooner or later he's gonna do what I want him to do." She smiled, but it lacked warmth.

"Not the guard at the door of the mingler," I challenged. "You can't control a pure 'mo."

"That wasn't his problem," she replied, her smile becoming more sincere. "He just didn't have all the equipment he was born with."

"A gelding?" I asked suspiciously. "How the hell would you know?"

"A girl knows," she answered simply, her smile growing even larger.

"Then why'd you offer him a blow job?" I countered, thinking I'd caught her.

"Because I knew he was going to make me take the chain off and I wanted to punish him by forcing him to think about how much he was missing," she explained, her smile definitely turning self-satisfied. "I think it worked, too." 

I knew when I'd lost to Juliette, which was pretty much every time I went up against her. I changed the subject. "So why was The Flea there? And why were you guys so buddy-buddy with him? And what did happen to Boof?" I asked. 

"The Flea was the one who invited Boof to the mingler, and asked him to bring me along," Frankie began. "But I didn't know that when I invited you guys. Boof didn't tell me until we got there."

"And why was The Flea so concerned that your sex life should be fulfilling," I asked. It was my turn to be sarcastic now.

"He has a job for me," Frankie replied quietly. "Actually, after meeting Juliette and seeing the show you put on, I should say he has a job for us."

I was pretty surprised, but Juliette didn't seem to be, so she must have known about the job offer already.

"NOOO....FUCKIN'....WAAAAY," I said firmly. "Do you know what these guys do? They do really, really dangerous things. You can get killed doing them. And if you don't get killed doing them, but the cops catch you, they kill you. And if you fuck up, The Flea kills you. And, if you don't fuck up and the cops don't catch you, The Flea might kill you anyway, just to keep in practice. You work for The Flea and your life expectancy goes down like a whore on a thousand doc customer. Don't you know that?"

"Do you know how much money we're going to make?" Frankie responded.

"Doesn't make any difference because you can't spend it if you're dead and so we ain't working for him," I shot back.

"Too late," Frankie answered quietly. "Juliette and I already told him we're in. And if we try to pull out now, he will kill us. At least let me tell you what the deal is. Then you can decide whether you're in or out."

I didn't say anything. I just stared at him in angry silence.

"He wanted me because I can pick a lock and I'm not real well-known to the cops. A shipment of 'phro-mone just got smuggled in from Earth. A big one - six crates. And it's sitting in a warehouse over in Tokyo Sector, near the spaceport. We're going after it two days from now. Thug Zero's spies say the third-shift guard usually goes in the office and sleeps his shift away. But there are high tech locks on all the entrances."

"And you think you can pick one?" I asked.

"I know I can," he replied. "I grabbed one from that electronics warehouse we snuck into last week. I've got it in the back room. I've taken it apart and put it back together. I could pick it with my eyes closed."

He was silent a moment, then continued, "If we get all six crates, they'll pay us 100,000 docs. Or give us one of the crates to sell on our own. Even if we just take the docs, that's 25,000 each. You can buy a lot of red devils for that much money."

"Who's the fourth?" I asked.

"Boof," Juliette answered. 

"NOOO....FUCKIN'....WAAAAY," I repeated and walked away and threw myself down on my bed. My head was pounding like there was a very angry guy stuck inside, trying to kick his way out.

"Fine, more money for us," Frankie said, as if he was okay with leaving me out. And maybe he was, but I wasn't sure I could let him and Juliette go off on such a dangerous job without me along to take care of them.

"Why'd The Flea want me in on it," I asked.

"Because he saw you take on all those guys," Frankie began slowly, "and he thought that, on the remote chance that something sort of, you know," he continued hesitantly, "goes wrong or something, which it won't...it really, really won't," he added emphatically, "it might sort of help to have you there."

"That's about what I thought," I said.

"But we're going, with you or without you," Frankie declared defiantly.

I knew I'd have to go. But I didn't want to give in so quickly, so I went to sleep for a while and told them later, when I woke up. A strange look came over Frankie's face. At the time, I wasn't sure what it was. Later on, I figured out it was a mixture of relief and disappointment, the look of a man torn so badly that he desperately wanted two directly opposite things to happen, and as a result, was guaranteed to be a loser, no matter which way things went. 

The next day the four of us met with The Flea to make the final plans and preparations. Tokyo Sector and the spaceport aren't physically attached to the rest of Marineris. The idea was to keep them separate in case a ship blows up or crashes. That way, it won't wreck the whole colony. So, to get to Tokyo, we'd need to go outside and drive the Spaceport Highway. 

For that, we'd need a pressurized truck and phony permits, IDs and other papers to pass through the check point between the colony and the highway twice, once going out and a second time coming back with a cargo of six crates. The Flea said he'd make the arrangements for that stuff and meet us the next day at 17:00 over in the freight tunnel. 




Juliette of Mars



None of us had ever been outside, so we talked a little bit about what that meant. It seemed pretty straightforward. If you got out of the truck while it was outside, or if the truck lost pressure somehow, you were going to suffocate, or freeze, or a little bit of both, pretty fucking quick. Other than that, no big deal.

I was the only one who had ever driven a truck, so I got assigned to drive, which was okay with me. I figured it'd be pretty damn boring to just sit there and be a passenger while someone else drove. 

The Flea gave the others a few minor errands to run, but I wanted to rest up, so I went back to the Atlantis Club.

After a couple of hours, Frankie came home. He seemed sort of nervous, even for Frankie. Juliette wasn't back yet. "Uh, Melvin," he said hesitantly, "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

Uh, oh, I thought. Not a good sign when he calls me by my real name. But I didn't say anything. I just looked at him and tried to keep my expression as blank as possible.

"I've been thinking about... Did you hear that there's a bunch of people going to try to reopen Borealis?" It was a tiny colony way up north which had been abandoned after the flu. 

"Yeah," I answered. "But they sound like a bunch of soddy nut cases. They're all into that 'back to nature' shit, as if that makes any sense here on Mars. Having people living here at all is about as natural as a bim with a second set of tits on her back."

"Um, actually, I saw that the other day," said Frankie, seeming even more nervous than when he walked in.

"Wow," I enthused. "How the hell did that happen?"

"Uh, I guess there's this operation..."

"See!" I shouted. "That's exactly my point. It's not natural. But we do it anyway because we're fucking stuck on this god-forsaken, friggin' frigid, airless sand dune of a so-called planet. How the hell..." 

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Frankie broke in, "But they're not really so much back to nature. They're more about being pure. You know, pure food, pure water, pure air, no drugs, especially no 'phro-mone. And only 'tro sex, no 'mo stuff. They want to start families and have children and take care of them the right way...like Mom and Dad would have done for us. They know they can't be completely natural, Not even close. But they think that they can be happier if they're as natural as they can be, you know, under the circumstances." 

"Well," I said slowly. "That's quite a speech. You even brought Mom and Dad into it. But what's it got to do with us. And what's it got to do with why you're so nervous."

"Well, like I said, I've been thinking. And I sort of think I might want to go up there. But there are a lot of start-up costs and they're asking anyone who wants to go to contribute 35,000 docs. We're each going to make at least 25,000 tomorrow night, so I was sort of hoping you'd, you know, lend me your share."

"Holy shit," I mumbled in a low voice, trying to keep myself under control. "You want to break up what family we have left and move to a place where it's even colder and shittier than here? And you want me to give you money so you can do it?" 

"I'm miserable, man," he moaned. "I wake up miserable. I'm miserable all day and I go to sleep more miserable than I woke up. I've got to get out of here. If I don't, I'm going to kill someone, like you did, or die from an overdose or get killed by the cops. I don't have a choice. I have to find a way out. 

"And I'm not leaving you behind," he continued. I'll be making money and I'll pay you back. Then you can come too. They've got a whole plan to turn Borealis into the most prosperous colony on Mars. They're going to reopen the mines, grow top grade, pure crops the other colonies will pay a premium for. They're going to..."

"I'm not leaving Ohio," I interrupted angrily. "And you've got some fucking nerve to expect me to. And if you think I'm going to give you 10,000 docs to..."

"20,000," he said quietly. I need 20,000." 

"But...," I began.

"I've been thinking of taking someone with me," he broke in, then fell silent.

I looked at him and waited. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed and cringed, as if waiting for someone to hit him.

"I give up. Who?" I finally said, fear beginning to mix with my anger. "It's obviously not Boof. He's not about to give up his 'mo sex life. It ain't me. Soooo...," I trailed off.

He opened his mouth like he was trying to talk, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat and tried again, "Juliette," he finally croaked. "It's Juliette. I want her to go with me."

It was obvious. She was the only possibility. But I still didn't believe it. "You're kidding me. You're fucking kidding me, right?" I said sharply. "No, I guess not," I continued, my voice rising steadily, "Because you're not fucking laughing and you'd be laughing if you were kidding me. So you must be crazy, completely, totally fucked-up insane. Did you even ask her?" I demanded, my anger turning to fury.

He was backing away from me now, sobbing and whimpering, with his arms covering his head, and I followed him. "Do you really think she'd leave Ohio, leave me and go off with you and a bunch of goody-two-shoes to grow fucking parsnips and freeze her tits off? No, of course you didn't ask her. Because you know she's say 'no', don't you? You're pathetic."

"I didn't ask her yet because I wanted to be sure we'd have the money first," he gasped between sobs. Then he straightened slightly. "I love her," he said, defiance edging into his voice. "I know you and she really like each other and have something special in bed, but I love her. ....And I want...I want...to make a....family with her. I'm not sure you know how to love. And I don't want her to wind up dead, like that other poor girl." 

"You didn't ask because you knew what her answer would be, and you didn't want it to ruin your pathetic, little fantasy. And kids? Kids? You think a fine bim like Juliette wants to spend her time chasing around after a bunch of snot-nosed brats?" I shouted. 

I was really pissed. But I was also really scared. Scared that somewhere deep down Juliette might really want to have children. Scared that she might say 'yes' to Frankie. Scared that she might end up like Adorable if she didn't. Big-time scared that Frankie might leave, or even worse, that I might lose control and do to him what I did to the three guys at the mingler. And very, very scared about a whole lot of stuff I couldn't even identify. "Get out. Get the fuck out right now," I screamed.

And he did. Without another word, he slunk out the door, shivering and shaking and blubbering like a little girl.

He was dead wrong about at least one thing. I do know how to love. I loved him. And the more I think about it, the more I think I may have loved Juliette, too. It's just that my lust for her was so overwhelming, it was hard to notice the love. 

That's when I should have figured out that my life wasn't really about the brix, the 'phro-mone, the money it took to buy to them, or the schemes it took to steal them. It was about Frankie and Juliette and what we had done together and what we were going to do. And, actually, it wasn't as much about exactly what we did together as how we did it. But I didn't figure any of that out 'til way too late.

After a little while, Juliette came home. She asked where Frankie was and I said I didn't know, which was true. I got a little cranky and asked why she cared. She said she was worried about him.

"He's not like you," she added. "He's sweet and sensitive." 

She must have said that to piss me off, because she knows I'm not as hard as I seem. But what it did was tell me that there really was a chance that she might take Frankie's offer seriously, if he ever got up the guts to make it. She might go off to Borealis with him. She might leave me alone. 

I didn't get much sleep that night. The sound of the waves, which usually puts me to sleep, kept me awake. 

That night, Juliette had another one of her dreams. She told me she dreamed that she was giving me a blowjob and took my cock eagerly into her throat. Then it turned into a thick black snake. At first she didn't mind and was enjoying sucking on the snake, pretending that it was my cock. But then it slithered in even further. She couldn't breath and she couldn't scream. She struggled with it but couldn't pull it out. She woke up terrified and gasping for breath. I held her and comforted her. I figured she must still be upset about what happened to Adorable and told her so. 

The next day we pretty much just waited around for Frankie to show up and for it to be time to meet at the truck. But there was no sign of Frankie.

Finally, it was time to go. We went over to the meeting place in the freight tunnel, hoping Frankie would be there. The truck and the papers were right where The Flea had said they'd be, and Boof was there, but he hadn't seen Frankie.

We waited, getting more worried by the minute. We couldn't leave without him. No one else could pick the warehouse lock. And we couldn't wait much longer because our transport papers were only good until midnight. We waited, all of us knowing what would happen if we had to abandon the job and not wanting to talk about it. Then, just as I was about to break the silence, in stumbles Frankie, drunker than I've ever seen him.

What an asshole! We've got plenty of drugs safer and better at making you forget than alcohol, but he had to go and glug down most of a liter of cheap gin, which tastes like shit, by the way. We don't have real juniper berries (whatever the hell they are) here on Mars. Probably don't have them on Earth any more either. So they use synthetic juniper berries (whatever the hell they are). Probably doesn't taste a whole lot better with real berries either. Anyway, Frankie showed up good and drunk, and still working on the rest of the liter, and that pissed the crap out of the rest of us. 

Boof grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. Reflexively, I moved closer, in case I had to intervene to protect him. He may have been the biggest fool on Mars, but he was still my brother.

He pulled Frankie up close to his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing," he hissed, spraying him with his foul spit. "How the hell are you going to do your job now? And where does that leave us? If you're too fucking drunk to pick that lock, The Flea is going to be looking for all of us, not just you."

"Pick it in my shleep," Frankie slurred quietly, eyes mostly closed. "Pick it if I'm drunk. Hell, pick it if I'm fuckin' passed out unconscious and sleepin' on the floor, or dreamin', or dead, or way up in Borealis, or fuckin' a girl, or..."

"Oh, shut up," Boof barked, and looked at me.

"Maybe," I said. "We could take a chance."

"Don't have a fucking choice, do we," he growled, and let go of Frankie's shoulders. Frankie would have slid to the floor if I hadn't caught him.

The truck was a standard pressurized model. It consisted of a flat bed with four seats, two forward and two just behind them. An open cargo area was behind that. A clear plastic bubble formed the sides and top of the truck. That way the driver could see clearly in all directions and the cargo could be inspected from outside. To minimize pressure leakage, there were only two doors, the cargo door at the back and the passenger door next to the driver.

Like I said, I got to drive because I was the only one who'd ever run a truck before. But I had only driven a couple of times, in the freight tunnels, never outside. We strapped in, Boof next to me and Juliette and Frankie in back, and I headed for the airlock. I was ready to stop and display our papers, but the cop on duty just waived us in. The inside door slid closed. The pumps hummed as they sucked out the air, and then the outside door opened.

I accelerated out into the night and the most amazing experience of my life, at least up to that point. The sky was the blackest black I have ever seen, against which the tiny, uncountable stars burned with a cold and angry brilliance. In the thin Martian atmosphere, they don't twinkle. They glare with frightening intensity, like a billion impossibly distant lasers, all pointed directly at you. The Milky Way swept overhead like a beautiful, magical, terrible archway. The sight was even more astonishing than the first time the holo-displays came up at the Atlantis Club. 

All at once, I didn't want to be the thieving, grubby, uneducated orphan of a couple of decent people who died of the flu. I wanted to feel as clean as the stars. I felt like I might have a small place in this universe, and I wanted to find it. I wondered if it were possible to fall upwards, into the sky, and suddenly I realized that I was forgetting to breathe. 

At exactly the same moment, Boof realized that I was also forgetting to steer. "Shit!" he screamed and grabbed the wheel to keep us from going off the road. "What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded. "If you rack this buggy up, we'll lose pressure and die. Or if we don't, the cops will arrest us and shoot us. Or if they let us go, The Flea will hunt us down and he'll shoot us. So keep your fucking eyes on the fucking road." 

He was right, of course. But that instant changed me forever. I felt like I had a glimpse of where I might fit. The real sky was more wonderful than anything I had ever seen under the influence of gliders or black suns or bug-eyes. Going to Borealis didn't sound so crazy any more. I managed to pay attention to my driving, but the whole time I felt like the galaxies were waiting patiently above.

We were afraid that if Frankie fell asleep, we might not be able to wake him until he had slept it off. So Juliette kept him talking and playing word games while he worked at finishing the gin.

We made the half hour trip to Tokyo Sector, displayed our papers and passed through the air lock without incident. We checked the big map just inside to locate Warehouse 17F and found it easily. 

The security station at the warehouse consisted of a keypad below a glass plate, which was about 25 centimeters square, set into the wall next to the door. Anyone wanting to enter had to type an alphanumeric code into on the keypad, then place his hand against the glass so that the device could read his fingerprints and compare them to a catalogue if people authorized to enter. 

What Frankie had to do was use one instrument to try to remotely "read" the security circuitry and a second to generate a series of micromagnetic fields, which would induce a set of tiny electrical pulse which told the station first, that the correct code had been entered, then that a handprint match had been made. 

It took both science and artistry to pull it off, and Frankie had both. The science lay in interpreting the readings from the first instrument, the artistry in using them to craft exactly the right sequence of magnetic fields and pulses. Any slight miscalculation would be disastrous. If the security device detected that false signals were being induced, it would trigger a very loud alarm and a general sector lock-down. Security personnel would respond to the scene within seconds.

And then, where would we go? We might be able to hide somewhere in the warehouse dome for an hour, two at the most, but they have tracking and location equipment that would find us pretty quick. And, even if we could get out of the dome with the truck, we'd have only two choices: take the road back to the main Marineris dome or head out cross-country. If we stayed on the road, they'd catch us right away. A typical security transport makes about 50 kph, three times faster than our truck. Or they'd just arrest us when we got to the airlock at Marineris. If we left the road, we'd disable it in about half a klick, because it's not built to go off-road. Then we'd be stuck waiting to see if the cops would pick us up and arrest us for execution before we ran out of air or heat or both.

So, it was important for Frankie to get it right on the first try. 

He took a slim instrument out of his bag, flipped open the cover and held it against the wall between the plate and the keypad. 

I sidled over to him and whispered, "Frankie, that looks a lot like your phone." 

"Bullshlit," he replied, a small flow of saliva drooling from the left corner of his mouth, and pressed some buttons producing the characteristic set of beeps of a phone number being dialed.

He quickly flipped it closed and slid it into his pocket. "It's not jusht a phone. I've installed pre-rec..., pre-circuit recog..nition...circuitry...components," he stammered as he dug through his bag and pulled out an instrument that didn't look anything like his phone. 

Somehow, though, he pulled it off. The warehouse door silently slid open. We told Frankie to wait in the truck and the rest of us crept quietly toward the guard room. Sure enough, when we got there, we found the guard sound asleep. Boof grabbed him from behind, and Juliette held her hand over his mouth until I could gag him and tie him up.

We started looking around for the 'phro-mone. Most of the warehouse was one large, open area. But way at the back, there was a door fastened with an old-fashion padlock. That seemed promising. We forced the lock and went in. There, in a small room, just as promised, we found six crates marked "DANGER – Synthetic Aphrodisiacal Pheromone – For Research Use Only." I was surprised and a little disappointed to find contraband so clearly labeled. Sort of took some of the romance out of smuggling, I thought.

Boof began to pry the top off one of the crates to make sure it was what it was supposed to be.

There were four other crates there too, big ones, more than a meter long, each marked simply with the circle and erection symbol for "male" or "Mars". While Boof was checking on the 'phro-mone, I decided to take a quick look to see what else qualified for the extra security of a locked room, not to mention the mysterious markings. Did the symbol just indicate the crates' destination? Or was it a reference to their contents? 

I grabbed a screwdriver and jimmied the top off of the nearest box. It was stuffed full of what looked for all the world like about 100 limp dicks, in a wide assortment of shapes, colors and sizes. I picked up a pinkish one to look at it more closely. As I did, it moved slightly. 

"Holy shit, it's alive," I exclaimed, dropping it as fast as I could.

Juliette was keeping watch at the door, but Boof set down the case of 'phro-mone vials he'd been inspecting and came over. The thing I had dropped had fallen back into the crate and was slowly writhing on top the pile. Some of the ones under it were beginning to stir, too.

"I think I've read about these things," he said. "If I'm right, they're brand new, just becoming available on Earth. Not supposed to be any on Mars yet. And, if I'm right, they'd be worth a fortune." He began to get pretty excited. " You could probably sell just one of these cute little buggers for as much as a whole crate of 'phro-mone. We could all be really, really rich." He seemed to be estimating the size of the crates. "Good thing we've got extra room in the truck. It saves us from having to make a very tough decision. Let's get a move on. We gotta get this stuff in the truck and..."

"Whoa – wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "What do you think those things are, and what tough decision are you talking about?"

"I read about them a couple of days ago. They're called 'dildrones'." He picked up a big black one. "They're like dildos, but they're actually alive. I mean, I know it sounds crazy, but they're really guys, you know, actual men. They've been engineered to shrink everything but the cock. See, it's got these little, tiny arms." He held the swelling penis by the shaft and pointed to two stick-like appendages, each about 5 centimeters long, sprouting from the base, just above the scrotum. "It can walk around a little on its hands, or use the arms to grab onto something.




Juliette, The Ultimate Loving Wife



Brad Keller was new at the job he was now in, but he's only been there a week and his staff was shit scared of him, what he might do, what he was going to do, who was going to get it in the neck. Who was going to be moved, sideways, up, or down, who was going to get the bullet.

He was a big man, 6ft 3" very well built, and had an intimidating presence, a shock of dark brown hair, and below it a very handsome face. At 38 years he was a trouble shooter of the highest calibre. 

The previous area manager had been sacked without notice, Brad Keller had walked in and told him, he also told him to clear his desk of his personal items, and leave right there and then. Then he had called the staff to a meeting at 1pm precisely, where they were told that they would do things his way, there would be no other way, and they were told if they went against him, they would lose. That those that were there right now, were told if they didn't like it.

"Then there is the door, clear your desks and go, immediately!"

None left, but in the week various people were suddenly not there anymore, new people arrived to take their places. Those still there were called in one by one where an explanation, of sorts, was given. They were interviewed basically for their own jobs and they knew it. They were told what their new job was to be, and how he wanted it doing, and again, "If you don't like it, there's the door."

Over the first month, half of the staff disappeared, and were replaced where necessary by new people. Dan Morris had been in fear for his job, it was the best one he could have got, he knew he was good at what he did, and he had become the 'go to man' for the last six months.

He knew the reason why all this had happened, what he didn't know was why it had taken so long for it to happen. The previous boss had been a very affable man, and that had been his problem, he was too nice. The satellite arm where Dan worked had got some of the best contracts going over the last four years, but it had all slid with the new guy.

The board of directors 2000 miles away in another country had been slow in acting as far as Dan was concerned, but now they had he too was worried. Being the kind of man brought up in his fathers way of working for a living, he respected who he worked for and respected what he did, he was a very highly trained young man, a photographic memory aided his learning, and he had majored with honours. His chosen profession was what he was doing now. He worked for the largest Design Engineering conglomerates in the world, and was hopefully on his way up. 

He was the youngest of any engineers anywhere, his skill had been bedded by his father's insistence in spending a year learning how site engineering worked. It had been invaluable because it gave him and insight to what he actually did. He knew he hadn't contributed to his offices demise, but it didn't help to be mired in it.

He had his interview and thought he did okay, but he too was told there were no grace and favour policy in operation, in other words, he could go if he didn't like it. He went home that night to his new wife, his wonderful bride, she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. 

Juliette, his wife was a fiery redhead, gorgeous in every way, every way that was, apart from her famed temper. Dan had been on the end of it sometimes, and he had come away bruised and defeated, not physically, but mentally. Juliette was only 5ft tall, but a colossus in terms of standing her ground, fighting her corner, or anyone else's if she thought it was needed.

He loved her with all he had, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. She gave him hell sometimes, she would verbally beat him, and rage over nothing, but after, when she had calmed, she acted as if nothing had happened. He would take it all knowing that moment would arrive, her sexiness completely overwhelmed him, and she would fuck him silly. She would make love to him as if it was the final moments of their lives. 

The fact that she was so small, in no way detracted her from her defence of the underdog, no matter whom it might be. She would defend an outcast if she thought they were being unfairly treated, she would stand resolutely four square with them no matter what people said.

Her delightfully high cheekbones would redden in controlled anger, and sometimes uncontrolled anger, depending on the situation in front of her. Her full heart shaped lips, which were a magnet to men looking at her would quiver and tremble. It gave her an innocent air that many immediately sympathised with. Her flashing green eyes could kill at a glance, and entice just as easily.

Her glossy copper red hair was a lush sea of managed tresses, it hung over her wonderful firm high breasts, and dropped between her slim shoulder blades in a shaggy beautiful mess. Her slim waist supported her terrifically, slender hips on tiny legs that seemed to go on forever, and her walk gave her a presence not many women had.

Juliette was 23 years old, Dan was 25, and how he had won, wooed, and got her to marry him was still an enigma to him even now. She was uncontrollable sometimes, Dan had kept her informed of events at work, and she worried for him. She also knew he was their brightest rising star, even they didn't know it yet. He would come home all hot and bothered, he could leave and get another job, but working for this firm was all he had ever wanted, and he had geared his future around them.

Then the situation worsened, three months into Brad Keller's tenure, someone in the office had made a catastrophic mistake, they had hidden it, but it came to light obviously. Then if things couldn't get worse, they did! The guilty party offloaded it onto Dan, he was called in to Mr Keller's office to explain his insane decisions.

Dan did, but he got tarnished with the same brush, and he was told he was under tight scrutiny, one more blemish and his career would be over, not only with the firm, but the industry. He protested his treatment, but the die was cast. He went home and told his Juliette, she was incandescent with rage.

"How dare he, is he a complete idiot, what the hell is the matter with him. Dan, he has to know you are the best employee they have. I am going to see him myself tomorrow, tell him I'll be there!"

Her husband was aghast, "Juliette you can't do that, I'll get fired for sure, and if that didn't happen I would have to leave anyway, the embarrassment would be too great. Please Juliette don't?"

She actually saw the logic in that argument, but just as quickly she decided she would go and see this fucking Mr Keller after the staff had left for the night.

The whole of the next day Dan was on edge, he knew Juliette well enough to know that she might just do what she had threatened to do. The day passed and he couldn't get out of the office fast enough. As he was leaving his phone beeped, he looked at i9t, it was Juliette, "Oh no," he gasped to himself, "please Juliette don't tell me you are here to see him?"

"Hi Juliette, I've just left, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes Dan, why, shouldn't I be?"

"I was just wondering why you were calling, I'm just on my way home," he said.

"Yes I assumed so, I have to go to my mothers, she's sprained her ankle or something, I'll be home in an hour or so okay? I have left your dinner in the over for you. I'll see you later, I love you," she said. Dan was more than relieved, "Yes okay Juliette, I love you too, see you later," and he close his phone with a sigh of relief. He didn't see her watching him from across the road waiting for him to get into his car and drive off.

As soon as he did, Juliette squared her shoulders and marched into the building. She pressed the button for the correct floor, and was soon striding into the main office, she espied Mr 'Big head' Keller's office and was pushing the door open in quick style. He looked up and saw her walk in.

"I think you maybe in the wrong office Miss er?" he said.

"Mrs Morris," she corrected him, "I'm Dan's wife, I need to talk to you Mr Keller about the way you are handling my husband, he doesn't know I'm here. So let's cut to the chase, you are wrong about him. He is the best man you have and he hasn't put a foot wrong since he's been in this employment!"

Brad Keller grinned at her forthright attitude, he didn't like it, but he appreciated it. He leaned back in his chair and appraised her, she was absolutely gorgeous. He noticed the red spots of anger, or worry, on her cheek bones which more that flattered her beautiful face.

"I see, and what would you have me do Mrs Morris?"

"You can treat him properly, you beast!" Juliette was losing her temper, something she was trying not to do, and had been determined not to do either. He just took her in, Juliette was wearing a girls school type blouse, it was patterned in small red and white checks, short sleeved, a pleated flared skirt that finished at the knee, white long socks, and buckled shoes. Her hair was done in pig tails at either side of her head.

Brad Keller couldn't stop his cock from lurching in his pants. If she hadn't told him she was the wife of one of his employees, he would have taken her for a school girl, or college student.

"He is innocent of any wrong doing that you have accuse him of," she continued her diatribe, "don't you know that!" she was shouting now.

He wasn't quite used to being confronted in this manner, so he decided the best defence was to attack. He looked at her stood there quivering with anger, she was upset he could see that. He could also see her nipples protruding through her tight blouse, she looked as sexy as all hell.

"I'll have cash on the fact that her pussy is boiling away right now?" he smiled to himself.

"Can I ask you your name please Mrs Morris?" he asked.

"It's Juliette, why?"

"I like to know who I'm dealing with, your husband is trying to keep his job, whether he does is up to him, not me. And certainly not you!" and he pointed his finger at her.

"Well you should let him do it then, not harass him the way you are!"

"Does he always come home crying to you Mrs Morris?"

Juliette bristled at the insinuation he was a cry baby. "No he doesn't, he can look after himself!"

"Why are you dressed like a schoolgirl Mrs Morris, are you trying to impress me, have you dressed that sexily just to try and curry favour with me?"

Juliette looked down at herself, she hadn't, but she could see what he meant. "No I have not, so don't even think it!" She was getting more annoyed.

"Well it looks that way to me Mrs Morris, you are a very beautiful sexy lady. I can understand why you want me to like you, try and impress me. I can tell you Mrs Morris you have succeeded, I do and I am." He turned his back on her which made her even angrier, then looked out of his window and was glad he had. Getting out of his car was her husband Dan, he was coming back into the building for some reason.

On the console was a keypad, one of the buttons activated the door lock to his office, he gently pressed it locking him and Juliette in. Another button activated the security camera, and he had a monitor on his desk. He watched as Dan entered the office, he looked through some papers, looked at Brad's office door and stepped towards it.

Dan knocked, Juliette turned at hearing it, "Who is it?" Brad called.

"It's me Dan Morris, Mr Keller, can I come in please?" Brad looked at Juliette, she shook her head vehemently. He stepped to her, put his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion, then in one sudden swift movement captured both of her nipples between his fingers, rolled and squeezed them.

"I'm in a meeting," he called, Juliette cowered and cringed, and stepped back away from him, he followed, continuing to roll and squeeze the tight hard nubs that were already rock hard and fully erect, all caused by what she was doing, and her anger. She grabbed at his wrists, but what he was doing was making her bend forward.

Juliette's back was now against the wall, "Shhhhhh," he whispered, "we don't want him to know you are in here with me, and dressed so sexily and seductively now do we?" Juliette didn't know what to do, her nipples were on fire, and the blaze was getting fiercer by the nana second.

"Put your hands down now!" he ordered harshly but quietly. Juliette did, though she knew not why. Now he had her, she couldn't get past him, and her arms were glued to her sides.

"Dan wait right there, I'll be another 10 to 15 minutes," he called.

"Okay, I'll make a coffee," came his reply.

"Now young lady," he said to the man's wife as he twisted and tweaked her burning nipples harder, "listen to me, and listen good, make no noise or you will be in real trouble. If you make a scene, no one will believe that you are here for any other reason, than to throw yourself at me to help your husband!"

Juliette's knees were not only knocking they were in dire trouble from almost giving way and dropping her to the floor. "Please Mr Keller, I'm sorry, please don't?" she knew she was in more bother than she could handle. He kept on, her body was ablaze, her pussy was clamping together, a sure sign she was turned on, and getting more turned on with every roll and tweak from him, and her treacherous nipples.

Juliette didn't see the room moving, and she didn't feel him moving her to the long leather couch along the wall. It wasn't until she was finding herself sitting, that she knew what was happening. Mr Keller's large frame darkened the light above her. Then he was above her, Juliette's life was flashing before her eyes.

He took control of her breasts now as well as her nipples, she moaned loudly, "Shhhh," he told her, "don't want hubby to find you here with me do we?" he repeated. She wanted to cry out to him, to rescue her from his boss, but she also knew she couldn't, not now. Brad swiftly undid her blouse, pushed up her tiny bra and retook her treasures.

The trouble was he was more powerful that her, not only physically, but mentally as well, she had never met her match in life, except her beloved daddy. He knew exactly how to handle his beautiful daughter.

"Please, please," she bleated, she understood that nothing could save her now. His hand cupped her pussy and Juliette mewled, he stopped her by taking his first kiss from her. Juliette tried not to respond, but his hand rubbing her between her legs was more than she could bear, she kissed him back.

Brad Keller knew he would have no more trouble from his employees gorgeous young wife, the stupid man had actually given her to him, simply by returning to the office. "What luck," he thought, "and what fools they both are." He got quickly to his feet, Juliette did no more than watch him. He undid his trousers, dropped them and his shorts to the floor. Juliette saw his donger drop as far as it could, as it was already nearly erect.

She looked up at the swinging thick heavy cock, and nearly fainted, there was no way out, it mesmerised her. The powerful looking bright red mushroomed head was eyeing her totally. Brad lifted her skirt, there was little time to waste, so he just ripped her panties away and settled over her.

He felt for her pussy, his finger sank in, bringing a soft moan from the stricken beauty below him. He was delighted to find it very wet and extremely warm. Knees between her now spread thighs.

"Put me in Juliette," he told her, using her name for the first time. She begged briefly for mercy as her fingers closed around it, she felt the heat, the throbbing pulsing heaviness of it, and pointed it at her now wide open pussy.

As she caressed the smooth head over her lips he pushed, and the first inch or two sank in. Juliette growled, her arousal was full. There would be no redemption, there was no resistance, her legs reared up and her knees went under his arm pits. He pressed forward, pulled back, ppressed again, pulled back, pressed forward for the last time and Brad Keller had all of his thick cock right into Juliette's wonderful secret pot.

Her arms went around him, her feet clamped to his back, and Brad began to fuck his employees wife, and who was only yards away on the other side of his office door. He made himself comfortable, this totally unexpected fuck was going to be made the best of. He desperately wanted to just bang her, shoot his load and get rid of her. But she was just too beautiful and sexy for that, she deserved to be fucked, and fucked properly, and hopefully, to make her want to come back for more.

He powered methodically and fully in and out, and he watched with happy glee as she came. Her grip tightened, she buried her face into his chest, "Kiss me you bastard!" she told him through gritted teeth. Brad obliged willingly and soon they were engaged in absolute love making, Juliette came again, and she cried into his mouth. His dominance of her made her surrender to him. She had never once surrendered to a man, not even her husband, but she did so now.

"Fuck me, go on you bastard fuck me" Brad did, he rammed her, she came again, "harder harder, harder, go on harder, please harder please!" His hips rose and thudded home, she squealed, his balls slapped her ass, the pounding blows were echoing off the office walls. Juliette was hanging on for her life as he made her cum even more, eventually she could cum no more. 

He had emptied her completely, it was her first time ever that she had been beaten like this. She had never cum so hard or so many tmes. And it was all down to where she was, where her innocent husband was, who she was being screwed by, her surrender to a stronger man than her husband, the very danger, the illicitness, and that was why.

Brad crushed and crashed himself deep into her one last time, he ejected a bucket load of hot steaming cum, into the helpless hapless wife of his employee. Juliette felt it surge all the way up and into her womb, her body helped by naturally sucking it all in. Brad kissed her, her heart skipped, he had done the one thing that Juliette always appreciated after making love, being given love and loving gentleness.

He slowly got off her, and holding out his hand, he gently helped her to her feet where he kissed her once more. He pointed her to his bathroom, and Juliette made her way there slowly to clean herself up. He turned on the AC to change the air and remove smells of the sex pervading his office. He said for her stay there until he opened the door after her husband left.

All Dan wanted was Mr Keller's approval so he could send out an urgent document, he gave it and Juliette's husband went. Brad went for Juliette and walked her to his door. He kissed her again and she kissed him back, she had to after what he had just done to her, and done for her, She had just been put through the mill as far as sex was concerned, and it had been as good as she had ever had too.

"I'll see you Tuesday about 9am Juliette," he told her.

"You're telling me to come here at 9 on Tuesday?" she asked incredulously.

"No, I'll be at your home at 9 on Tuesday, now go, before I drag you back in here and make love to you again!", he slapped her ass. Juliette hurried away, she had to get home. She could still feel his cock in her pussy as she skipped along to her car, and it made it spasm. But she was also annoyed with herself too. Not about surrendering to her husband's boss the way she had, it couldn't be denied that the sex had been out of this world. The thought of what he had done to her, made her shiver with excitement, but she was annoyed for not finishing the business she had gone there for in the first place.

She spent the whole trip home gathering her senses, she had betrayed her husband, though to be truthful she had been forced, but reconciling that with the times she had orgasmed before his boss would be inadmissible in a court of law. By the time she got home she was feeling better, more able to deal with any fall out should there be any. Her husband greeted her as he usually did, loving, kind tenderness, this made Juliette feel guilty, though there was nothing to be done about that.




Juliette, The Ultimate Loving Wife



He kissed her, she kissed him back, her pussy was still hot and very tender from being invaded by a different cock than she was used to. But Dan was okay so she settled down a little, she hurried to the shower to remove any remains of her torrid fifteen minutes being royally screwed by her husband's boss. The evening passed uneventfully, and when they went to bed he wanted to make love, Juliette refused him, she forced him on to his back and slowly but teasingly jacked him off.

He lay there glorying in his wife's control. "You like me being the boss in bed don't you Dan Hmmmm?"

"Yes Juliette you know I do," he said.

"I own you Dan don't I?" she whispered as she speeded him up.

"Completely Juliette, completely," he told her, then he spurted his cum high into the air.

Juliette was thinking at the exact same moment that he came.

"I own him, his boss owns me now!" The thought made her shudder, "did he?"

Juliette was unable to shake what had happened, the memories of her climaxes would not go away. The way she had been trapped, coerced, and forced into her sexual aberration astonished her. All her life she had had a dominant streak, unwilling to back down, fighting the good fight. But it had all been for nought, she had been overturned, and overwhelmed, by a stronger personality than she was.

By Monday she was in turmoil, she had to be strong enough if he did come to her home to turn him away, "this cannot be allowed to happen again," she told herself. She spent the day rehearsing her lines. Then another obstacle arose, one she hadn't thought of, or seen coming, but she should have. Dan came home happy, he had been told by Mr Keller that because of his efforts, he would definitely be kept on, and in the near future a promotion was on the cards.

This knocked Juliette for six, she knew why, it was her. She had quite unintentionally been the cause of this turnaround. She knew that because of her surrender, her husband was, and had been, put in the safe house. Now Juliette was faced with a conundrum never before challenged by her.

She knew her husband's boss would arrive tomorrow now, expecting her complete surrender to him once again. She pondered every angle, what if she did, what if she didn't, where would it lead her, where would it lead Dan, where? Her husband's boss held all the cards, if she cried foul now, who would believe her, yea, no one! There was only one possible answer, she would surrender to him once more.

The next morning Dan went to work happier than for a long time, he was excited about his future once again. Juliette cheered for him, but saying in her beautiful red haired head. "If you only knew Dan what I am going to be getting up to with Mr Keller your boss, today!" She went upstairs, it was 7.45, she would be ready.

By 9am Juliette was looking as sexy as she ever had. Her long deep red hair was down over her shoulders, and down her back, it was brushed to a glossy sheen, and it was in gentle waves as it cascaded where ever she went. Her face immaculate, a small gold pendant at her slim neck, a small tight and snug top, her wonderful breasts magnificently shown off, a bare midriff, a short hip hugging skirt.

Backless high heels completed her ensemble, there was also something very definitely, and purposely missing from her this day. There were no bra and panties, and her pussy, nicely adorned in ginger red soft curls was manicured. Her sweet pussy was ready for whatever her day might bring. 

By the time he arrived Juliette was actually trying to hurry him up, her body was alive with the naughtiness of her oncoming day. The knowledge that she was about to entertain another man sexually in her home made her wet. Her stomach gripped, her eyes watered, she had to dab them with a tissue, being careful not to stain her perfect face.

'Knock' 'knock' 'knock' "Oh God, he's here," she whispered to herself, it was almost a surprise. She smoothed her skirt although it was unnecessary and opened the door. Her shock was evident, he was dressed in smart casual clothes, and her first thought was how great he looked. It took the fear away immediately. Brad stepped in and took her in his arms before she had closed it, it shut with a bang as she threw it shut.

Then he was kissing her, there was no remembrance of pleading for redemption, she knew that as he kissed her, and then her arms were tight around his neck as she kissed him back. There would be no returning to former positions, not now. His hand went under her skirt, captured her ass and lifted her so that her heating pussy connected with his already hardening cock. Juliette surrendered right there and then.

Brad Keller completely dwarfed her, she disappeared in his arms, his whole body seemed to envelope her. It added to his aura, his power, it completed her sexual demise. There was nothing she could do, she loved her husband, but this was too much. She had never been confronted by such a mighty man. There was nothing more now that Juliette wanted, she needed to be taken and used by this colossal man.

He walked her up the stairs and she ended up sat in his arms, hers tight on him, she kissed his face, his neck. Juliette was desperate to have him back in her. She pointed to a bedroom door, he said, "No, your bed." And he walked straight into the front bedroom. He sat on the edge and he held her there, then he stroked her bare smooth leg.

Putting his hand inside of her knee he moved them apart, she sighed, his fingers crept up and into her wet hot pussy. She growled into his ear as he fingered her clit. She could feel his cock under her ass, she wiggled it in anticipation for the fucking she knew she was about to get. The next thing she knew she was upside down and landing on the bed, he had tossed her over his shoulder!

Then he was up on his feet and stripping off, "Stay still," he ordered as she found her level. He dropped his trousers, and shorts, his top came off, his shoes were kicked away and Juliette saw him for the first time in all of his manly glory. She was stunned by his shape, his towering frame, he saw her taking him in and posing he went to the foot of the bd and stood, feet apart, fists on hips and he tensioned his whole body. The muscles stood right out, Juliette almost came for him.

He was at least 4 or 5" taller than her husband and outweighed him by, she guessed around 40 or 50lbs. And he was obviously superbly fit, she knew that already from her first hand experience of him in his office. Now she was gazing upon a sight never before seen by her, and Juliette was impressed by him, very impressed. He stared at her intently, she almost cowered from him, she knew what was coming didn't she? It was pointing at her, and she swore it had an evil smile on it shiny red face.

Brad kneeled on the bed and advance on her, she shrank back, she was nearly frightened by the sight of him nearing her. His hand caught the skirt, and he simply ripped it off.

"Ooooh, Oh Oh," she whispered fearfully. His fingers hooked into her top and that went the same way, it ripped to shreds.

"Ooooh Oh Oh, Urgggh!" Then his huge body was over her, his hands either side of her shoulders propping him up. His knees were secure between hers. Juliette looked at him, her face a mask of fear, school girl innocence, and tremulous lips quivering. He took in the glorious view, she was perfect, no lipstick was necessary, her lips were almost the same colour as her hair, blood red.

He leaned in and his lips met hers, Juliette's eyes closed as the warmth of him spread to her. Then he was at her neck, she turned her head for him, he slipped slowly down kissing all the way, nibbling and nipping, she moaning and mewling for him. Then he reached his first goal, her beautiful upturned breasts were fully primed, and nipples erect and hard. He bit and sucked one and then the other. Juliette cried out for fear of him biting them off, but she never refused him. Her hands cupped his face as he fed on her, pulling each succulent orb into his mouth.

Then he was on his way to the next target, he kissed and licked her all the way down, over her flat stomach, rounded hips, her inviting thighs, and lower to the centre of her personal heaven. There he looked at it, soft red brown curls, and in the centre, his prize. The puffy red wet lips glistening and guarding the gateway to his heaven.

Juliette looked down at him looking at her, she saw his handsome face between the Venus mounds of her breasts as they rose and fell as she laboured for breath. Her hips twitched, she knew what he was going to do and she was desperate for him to do it. Then the lower half of his face disappeared, she couldn't bear to watch any more, her head fell back an her eyes closed once more. 

But she felt the first touch of his tongue, her eyes shot open, her head reared back up and she moaned and Oooooh'd. She saw the top of his head, she felt his mouth close over her and Juliette was gone. His tongue made a groove in her super heated pussy and he lapped up her juices. Juliette fed him more when she came. 

Her loins crashed up into him, his nose pressed against her hot hard clit, he rubbed it and Juliette's fingers dug into his head. She held him there and Brad hit her with all he could, her body arched gracefully but so fast it almost lifted him up. Now he munched on her, he licked, lapped and sucked, his chin got in on the act, his nose too. His hot breath filled her wide open vagina, and she came with such force she couldn't breathe.

Brad slowed, he was an expert in muff diving, none better, his wife would give him a reference any day of the week. As he stopped, but kept kissing her pussy, he thought about Este his wife, he loved Juliette but not nearly as much as he loved his wife and two teenage daughters. This was a bonus he hadn't expected, he wasn't a ladies' man, but a chance like this was not to be passed up, and he wasn't going to.

He wiped his face on the bed sheet and slid back up to the gorgeous redhead who wanted nothing more than him to fill her again with his branded weapon. Juliette was used to an average size cock, her husband's was, although she had never thought of him as under endowed. But Brad was bigger than average, his cock matched his nature given physique.

And Brad knew how to use it, all of his techniques had been taught at the hands of his wife. Juliette was unknowingly on the receiving end of the lessons he had learned, and those he had developed with his wife. He paused over her once more and gazed into her magnetic green eyes, she flashed him a look. "Get in me now cowboy!" it said. He of course obliged, and plunged into Juliette's honey pot.

His first thrust filled her to the brim, and she sighed with heaven sent arousal. It was all for him, Brad knew he was in the fore front of her mind, he knew her husband was at the moment, a very distant second. He withdrew and hammered home, and he kept going, Juliette couldn't keep pace with this mean machine humping her to hell, to heaven, and back.

She clung on and went along for the ride he was taking her on, there was no reason, nor could she try, to even help in her own mortal fucking. She kept her eyes locked on him, she watched as he rose and fell on her, his cock ploughing a new opening in her. His cock was pushing past her cervix and almost into her womb as he rattled her more and more. 

She climaxed, and a few seconds later, she did so again, Juliette was in a place she had never visited, a journey hitherto unknown. Her mouth was open in a silent scream of orgasm, and full subjugation to this man. Her nails drew blood on his back, he revelled in the pain he flet it drove him on and on. Then that exquisite feeling in his balls, and scrotum, he was going to cum. His eyes locked on to the red headed beauty, and he hammered one final time into her. He nearly broke her back when he came. It seemed to Juliette that he was trying to drown her from the inside out.

He pumped copious amounts of hot, thick, and lumpy cum right into her waiting body, again nature took the lead, her pussy sucked every drop into where it was intended by mother nature to go. It went deep into her womb, her fertile womb. Juliette's cycle had changed, now she was right in the middle of her most fertile period. Brad, unknown to them both, was going to be a dad.

As he rested, his weight and size kept Juliette captive, nothing could have extracted her from under him until he let her go. He kissed her sweetly and lovingly, again she sighed with happy love. He stroked her face, kissed her cheek and neck. Then he slid gently and slowly away to turn on to his back, put his arm around her and Juliette laid her soft haired head on his shoulder.

They lay that way for about fifteen minutes, then she spoke.

"Brad, I don't want to break the spell, or spoil the moment, but..."

"Dan will be okay don't worry,· he said before she completed her words. "He's the best I've got. I have no intention of letting him go, in fact, I can tell you that his future is more than bright. But he along with the others had to be shown the way, and," he said, "what has happened between us, has had no bearing on it, he's there by his own efforts."

Juliette squealed with happy glee, she jumped on him and kissed him passionately. "Oh thank you Brad, thank you, you have no idea how much he, and I, have been worrying about all this turmoil," she told him, "I know you won't regret this I promise you!" and she smothered him in hot loving kisses.

"I'll be honest Juliette," he said, "everything was in place before I arrived, we knew what was going on. The deadwood was identified from head office, they've gone, along with a couple of others. The new people were hired right at the opportune moment, and now the ship is righted, I just need to set the course and she'll be sailing back into the profit margins we expect from them." 

Juliette was gobsmacked, she hadn't realised this had been such an operation. "But why couldn't you have told people like Dan, to save the heartache and worry?"

"Because," he said, "everyone had to understand the seriousness of the situation, another month or two and the place would have shut down, we've saved it just in time." He looked at his watch, "I have to go Juliette, I'm sorry, but I have," he kissed her. "And Juliette," he said in after thought, "don't mention what I have said to you to Dan please, I have more to do yet." He gripped her nipples, kissed and sucked them. Then he was up and heading for her shower, she raced after him and got in right behind him.

As they soaped and played, Juliette dropped to her knees, she wanted to not only service him, she wanted to serve him too. She did. No one on the planet could withstand her blow job, she was totally irresistible, and Brad was no different, he held on to the shower rail as she lovingly attacked him. She got him hard again and then she went after him with everything she had, even his ass was poked, his balls were sucked and gently chewed,. But it was his cock head that got the real treatment and after a 7 to 8 minute period he felt that surge again. His balls tightened, his scrotum itched and he blew. He never told her he was cumming because he knew there would be no way of prising her off him until she had emptied him.

He was right, all he had went into her luscious mouth, her hair was dripping with water, as she slurped all his pent up cum and swilled it around her mouth before swallowing him completely. He just managed to stay on his feet as Juliette sucked out the remains of him. Then she let his cock go, she kissed him and loved him, her face tight into him.

He leaned down and pulled her to her feet. "I'm late now," he laughed.

She laughed too, "I'm glad I have some influence over you Mr Keller," she said as she cupped his empty sac. They kissed some more than dried each other off. Brad dressed, kissed her and she asked. "Will I see you again?"

"Well," he replied, "unless it's the weekend, it will have to be next week, I have so much to do, I'm sorry Juliette, I'm not making excuses."

She smiled, "Hmmm, Dan is golfing on Saturday, he goes every other week, and it's his week this week!"

Brad fished into his pocket and gave her a card, "this is the address of the apartment I'm staying in. Call me if you can come over okay?"

"I will Brad, see you later," she said, they kissed once more and he was gone.

The rest of the day Juliette was in dreamland, she had never experienced loving in the way Brad had loved her, it was roughhouse sex and she had loved it. Even if she never saw him again she would never forget, nor regret the encounter with him. She would be grateful forever for being given the chance of a man like he.

That night Dan was as happy as he had been that morning. Juliette smiled at his boyish glee. The boss had been nice to him, he had told her. "Humph," she said in her head, "he won't have as nice as he was to me," and she giggled at the thought. Her pussy itched, the feel of him in her was still there. Dan would have a no go tonight!

The week passed Juliette was true to her word, she mentioned nothing to Dan, not a word. But she couldn't anyway, how could she know? The excitement was building in her, tomorrow was Saturday, she had heard Dan arranging tee off times, and meeting arrangements. He was like a school boy when it came to golf. Just as Juliette was like a schoolgirl, when it came to his boss.

She called him on Saturday morning, "I'm outside your building," she told him, she had set off at the same time as her husband, she had told him she was having a shopping day.

Brad laughed, "Yes I know I can see you, I'll buzz you in, 5th floor room 510."

"Be naked Brad," she told him and shut her phone down, she had a plan. Juliette heard the door clicking and in she went. She rode to the floor, and stepped out, down the hall she saw a door open. Brad stuck his head out. Juliette could see his bare shoulders, so she knew he was naked as instructed.

She hurried, but as she went her long coat got unbuttoned, her dress which was buttoned all the way up at the front also got undone. And as she reached his door they were hanging off one arm, as she entered, she dropped them to the floor to reveal herself fully. The door closed behind her, she was wearing high heels, stockings, a scanty thong, suspenders, and a skimpy bra, and her fabulous red hair was sexily down and shrouding her eyes.

His cock grew at the sight, the nerve of her was amazing, she didn't take prisoners, and she was unbelievably sexy. "I can see you are pleased to see me," she breathed huskily, his cock was just about there for the taking, so she took it in her demanding hands. She took him in, he is a beautiful man, she told herself. Then his cock was in between her toned thighs.

"Get it in me right now Brad Keller, or you are a dead man," she was as hot, and as ready to be fucked as she ever had been in her young married life. He lifted her off her feet, and ripped her thong of with one yank. Juliette wound her legs around his waist, he shuffled her to the wall, bent his knees, rose up and he was in!

"Arggggh, Oh my God, Ooooh, Oh Brad, Oh yes, yes, yes." He rammed her up the wall and back down, he was really screwing her, her skin was scraping up and down. "Bed Brad, get me to your bed, you are going to kill me!" He raced off with her sat on his rampant cock, and dove on to the bed. She was subjected to the most horrendously powerful fuck she had ever had.

Brad completely routed her, she briefly wondered if she would have a hole in her back, such was the power of him fucking her. His face as mask of concrete, looking at her intensely, Brad beat her as hard as he could, his cock almost right out before plunging back in at breakneck speed. His hips jack hammered back and forth. Juliette nailed herself to him as she bounced up and down under the onslaught.




Juliette, The Ultimate Loving Wife



She climaxed, then again, then again, she cried out, "Please Brad, you are killing me!" It wasn't a plea for him to stop, it was a plea for more and more. "Harder Brad, harder, do it, do me, give it to me, make me have it Brad, make meeeeee.....!" It was all he needed to hear, his determination not to cum was given by her begging for more. He drove on, Juliette was rutted, routed, thrashed and beaten, utterly defeated, and every second was a lifelong memory in the making.

She collapsed under him, her orgasms draining the life from her, he slowed down to a gentle pulsating throbbing slide in, slide out. Then he withdrew, he hadn't cum yet, there was something else. He held her to him, gently consoling and loving her, he was going to miss all this when he left. He repositioned himself, got his hand under her tight taut beautifully rounded ass, and worked his middle finger in.

Juliette opened her eyes to see him looking at her, a question in his own eyes. But before he could say anything, she spoke.

"No," she said.

"No what?" he asked.

"I haven't."

"You haven't what?" he replied working his finger around in her ass.

"Had sex in there."

"You haven't?"

"Not yet Brad," she looked at him, consent on her beautiful face, her perfect lips smiling.

"Do you want to?"

"Where do you want me, how?"

"Up on your knees, head down," he told her. But before she did, he took her in his big strong arms and kissed her as passionately as he had ever kissed his own wife.

Juliette was terrified, scared to death, but nothing, nothing in this world was going to stop her from experiencing what she had been leading her own husband to doing in recent months. She got up, positioned herself, knees slightly spread, her ass crack was slick and wet with all the love juice she had leaked out for him.

Brad stared at the view, "she is truly magnificent," he told himself. He got behind her, took a hold of her fantastic ass.

"This will hurt Juliette, but just try and relax, let it happen, I'll go slow, please just hold still, the initial pain will abate I promise you, okay?" She trusted him, she knew this should be her own husband getting her ass cherry. 

But he wasn't, his boss was. Then guilt hit her, but it wasn't the guilt of an unfaithful wife, an adulteress. No she felt guilty because she didn't feel guilty for this happening. She had no guilt at all for her unfaithfulness, it was sex that's all, raw powerful so satisfying sex, it wasn't love.

While this was going through her mind, Brad popped his cock head in, this brought Juliette back to reality. She bit the bed clothes, gripped them in her hands, she refused to scream although she wanted to, the pain was terrible, but she was not going to run away. She was here, she was in for the duration, her knees tried to slide back, her body wanted to lay down, but Juliette held still. Brad gently pulled and pushed, she could feel him getting deeper. 

She felt as if she was being totally split, even ripped into two pieces. "Brad, Oh God Brad," she mumbled.

"Keep at it Juliette, keep going baby," he told her as he pressed on. He was almost in, pulling back, he slid home.

"There," he told her, "I'm in Juliette, I'm in," his voice was proud.

"Urrggggh, Oh, Argggh, Hmmmm...." He held still, his balls pressed against her ass, hands holding tight to her waist. Juliette began to settle, her ass expanding and gauging the thickness and depth of the fleshy power tool deep in her rectum.

"Oh Brad, Jesus Christ, this is so different Brad, so different." He gently pulled back. "Nooooo," she cried, "stay in, don't move, not yet." He did exactly as she told him, he knew in a moment she would tell him to go for it. Juliette began to moan, she was grunting, and moving her ass cheeks on him, "Oh Hmmm, Ohhhhh, Oooooh Oh Brad, it's nice I like it."

He moved in her, and she gasped loudly, "Oooooh Oh Brad Mmmmm, yes, yes, do it, slowly though please?" He followed orders knowing in a very short space of time she would either ask him to fuck her, or let him know otherwise. It was otherwise, her hands let go of the sheets, her arms spread out, then she was up on her hands. Now she was ready for him.

Brad pulled out slowly, and then in again, Juliette's head came up, and then down, it shook from side to side, she was defeating the demon's within her. He speeded up a little letting her know he was going after her. She moved with him, and then she pushed back as he pushed in. "Yes Brad Yes, go, do it, I'm ready, do me in my ass Brad, do me!"

He did just that, he pulled right baqck and slid in again in one fluid motion, Juliette groaned, then moaned, her voice was harsh, raspy, guttural. "God it hurts Brad, go on finish me off, finish in me, NOW!" Brad went for the tape, his headlong dash for the finish line was there for him to reach. Juliette urged him on. She orgasmed, her first ass climax drilled her, it shattered her whole being. Brad powered in and erupted in her bowels.

Juliette felt it, her lower half felt as if someone had inflated a balloon full of hot liquid inside her. She climaxed again knowing what it was, his cum spread in every ass crevice she had, she swelled and then fell forward on to her face as her last cum detonated, she ended up taking him with her. His rifled cock trapped in her little hole, it refused to give it up.

He lay on her up on his elbows, his breath as ragged as hers. He was looking at the back of her head below him, face right down, her shoulders moving rapidly as she sought oxygen for her burning lungs. Brad slowly raised his hips until he felt her ass tugging at his deflating head, with a little harder tug he popped free.

Then he rolled off her, they both needed time to recover. "That was amazing Brad, I never knew it was going to be so good, or so bad! Ooooh," she said, "I think I have a new asshole now!" she giggled softly, her elbow dug into his ribs and he sniggered back.

That was the end of that days love making, neither wanted to take away the glow of what had taken place this day. It was monumental in every way. The rest of the day was spent loving, talking, discussing her future, Dan's future, he assured her again Dan was well in the frame, and not to worry. Juliette was carful never to mention Brad's private life, and he offered no information. She assumed, rightly, that he too was married.

They said they loving goodbye's, and Juliette wobbled painfully to her car, she would need a good long soak to get over her ass drilling today. On the Monday morning, Brad e mailed the whole office to be present for a meeting at 12pm precisely, no exceptions permitted.

As they all assembled, he spoke to them, he thanked them all, told each of them that now the ship was righted, and sailing on a solid course. That three of the five massive prestigious contracts they had been after had been won. The future was secure now for years. But he warned, any slacking and you know what the result will be.

They all cheered, he had been extremely hard on them, but each and every one appreciated what he had done. They were all granted a new ten per cent rise, which went down well.

"Now," he said, " I have one more announcement to make, it will come as a surprise to you all I know." He took Dan by the elbow and brought him to the front of the gathering. "Dan is from this moment appointed Area Manager, he will replace me. I know you will support him in every way, wont you?" His words resonated with them, they knew the consequences. "I will be leaving here for pastures new on Friday, any questions?"

The following week Dan sat with Brad in his office picking up pointers. "Dan, you have to be hard with them, fair, but hard, got it?" "Yes Brad I have that, and Juliette will keep me in line, I'm sure you know that."

"I'm sure she will Dan," he said, "I'm sure she will." He left the Friday totally unaware that he was the father of Juliette and Dan's forth coming baby, although Juliette knew.



Juliette's Fun



It's late afternoon and its been raining on and off all day. I like the rain, so the drizzle doesn't bother me, but most people are huddled under umbrellas or running from cover to cover. I run my hand through my hair shaking out the water and what has been left behind from the haircut I just received. I wipe my hand on my jeans and start making my way across the parking lot. I have a few more errands to run before I can go home, so I'm focused on getting back to my car.

I'm a quiet person, shy and most often alone. I don't mind it so much, I've spent most of my life this way. The trick is to find a few good people who like you enough to hang out, and I've always been lucky enough for that to happen. Not here though. Not in Knoxville, Tennessee, another shiny spot on the buckle of the Bible Belt. Despite my accepting personality, given my history of travel and being a FtM (or female-to-male transgender for those not in the know), people are far less accepting of me. But everyone has their right to like or dislike me as they will. Like I said, the trick is in finding the few who don't care.

Today has been a rather off day for me. Despite liking the rain it has put a damper on my schedule. And given that I'm out of work and living on the scraps I bring in as a freelance writer, I wanted today to go easy. As I reach my car and push the button to unlock the doors a hand grabs my arm and I look up into the face of a beautiful young woman. She looks to be about my age, so around 24 years, and she smiles brightly at me. 

"Hi there," she says cheerfully and links her arm in mine. I blink in confusion and return with a unsteady hello of my own. My mind is racing, and I am terrified I'm living my greatest fear. I've only been on hormones for about four months. Just enough for my voice to drop, a bit of facial hair to grow (which I have shaved to run about town), and give me enough masculinity to pass as male for those not in the know. I'm afraid this woman thinks I'm a bio-male, and I can't imagine how I can tell her what I am. "Would you like to come with me for a moment? Just real quick, I promise. I have a project I'm working on and I need different people to fill out my survey." She looks at me hopefully, her eyes big and her lips pouting. She really is good looking.

"Sure," I say and finally flash a smile. "But just real quick." She beams at me and pulls me back through the parking lot. I think we're heading to one of the businesses or restaurants but we make our way down the sidewalk and to the back of the strip mall. I am beginning to feel a bit on edge, but she catches my eye and smiles wide. I smile back and figure we are just going across the way. Behind the buildings is a dingy alley and a small grassy bit of ground before any more buildings can be seen. Not many cars drive back here unless they are coming through the bank drive through at the end of the strip mall. The main road is hidden from view as well, and now I'm really wondering what's going on.

Abruptly she stops and I look over at her questioningly. I open my mouth to ask her if something is wrong and I find her hands gripping my cheeks and her mouth crushing mine. My instinct is to pull back but she has a firm grip on my head. Her tongue tangles with mine and I'm afraid to push her away. I don't want to touch her, she might scream and I'd be caught with my hands on her, and I don't want to hurt her. She keeps her lips pressed firmly to mine, but this kiss, if you can call it that, is so sloppy and aggressive I can't tell if our lips are actually involved anymore.

She finally pulls away and looks at me with lust filled eyes. I stutter for a few seconds before she laughs throatily and shoves me back against the wall. This jolts me and I am returned the use of my senses. After all, wanted or not, I was just thoroughly kissed by a very beautiful woman and it was spectacular.

"Miss," I say and have to take a breath as she smiles and rubs her hands on my bound chest. "Miss, I'm afraid you have the wrong person here. I'm not who you think I am, or what you think I am." She laughs again and tucks her fingers into the waist of my jeans. She leans in close and runs her tongue over my earlobe.

"I know who you are, Jess. You don't know me," she runs her hands back up my chest and places them around my neck, "but I know you. We have a mutual friend, and he said if I ever saw you to give you a warm welcome. This might not be what he meant, but you look to good to pass up." I laugh at this, and she squeezes her hands just enough to cut off my amusement. "Now, you're going to stand right here and not make another sound." She releases my throat and her hands return my jeans. 

"I don't know who our friend is," I say as I rub my throat, "but I don't think you understand." I am unable to go on as she quickly unbuttons, unzips, and jerks my pants down to my knees. I grunt in protest and open my mouth, anger and embarrassment filling me, but I don't get a chance to say anything as her hand returns to my throat. She doesn't have a tight grip but I close my mouth.

"No sound," she says. My cheeks are hot, the rain doing little to cool them off. She giggles and kisses my lips, gently this time. "You'll have fun, I promise." I feel her other hand slip into my underwear, her fingers twirl in my pubic hair and I flinch as she plays with my most ticklish spot. She doesn't linger long, though, before her fingers find their way downward. I am surprised when she runs her nails gently over my clit to find it already swollen. I had really enjoyed that kiss, but I guess I hadn't realized how much. She giggles again and looks into my eyes. "He doth protest too much methinks."

I bite my cheek and try not to respond in any way. I've often fantasized about something like this. A beautiful girl, a rough encounter in public, a very good amount of sex, and then we get to know each other better. I never thought it would actually happen, who plans for it to? Her fingers begin to rub my little prick slowly and I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. "I'm at a disadvantage," I manage to whisper. She "hmm"s against my neck as she leans in to kiss the skin not hidden by her hand. I suppress a moan, "you know my name but I don't know yours. What should I call such a beautiful woman?" She laughs that throaty laugh against my neck and I am lost in the feel of her lips and breath on my skin for a moment before she pulls away and looks in my eyes again.

"Call me Juliette," she whispers and I smile.

"Well, Juliette, I can't say I'm unhappy to meet you, but perhaps we should talk for a bit." I try to be polite and smile again, but her hand tightens threateningly and I swallow hard. This time she smiles a wicked smile and removes my belt from my jeans. I had forgotten I was even wearing one, she must have undone it masterfully when I only thought her hands were resting at my waistline. She wraps it around my hands and then forces them behind my head.

"Just stay right there," she whispers and kisses me again. I could have moved, but I was suddenly so entranced that I just nodded as she sunk to her knees. She pulls my underwear down slowly and I jerk a bit as the rain mets my skin. She rubs her hands over my thighs and smiles up at me before leaning in and taking my clit into her mouth. She forces my legs farther apart and my jeans are now around my ankles, but I don't care. My head falls back and I moan as she sucks and licks and rubs her lips on my swollen prick. I can't believe how hot I am or how good it all fells. My hips began to move with her and her hands reached around to fondle my ass cheeks.

I begin trying my best to hump her face but she is doing an amazing job of keeping me just far enough away to keep her lips in contact but not much more. Her tongue flicks out every other stroke and it is all I can do not to place my hands behind her head and force her against me. But it is still amazing, and I know I am getting close. I look down at her, so focused and obviously turned on, and I whispered "just like that, keep going, I'm almost there." She looks up at me and that wicked grin returns. I'm not sure what that means, but she doubles her efforts and I gasp and close my eyes. I am so close, I'm breathing hard as my hips bump against her, and then I found out what she had been thinking.

Her hands spread my ass cheeks, and a finger is thrust inside my asshole. My eyes burst open and I grunt loudly as I cum, my cunt juice dripping into my jeans . I jerk and gasp as she continues to suck me off for a few more seconds. My hands remain obediently behind my head though, and I try to catch my breath when she finally stops, pulls her finger from my ass, and rises back to eye level licking her lips. She doesn't leave me for long, before she gets rid of all the evidence she grips my cheeks and kisses me deeply, her tongue playing over mine, leaving the taste of myself on my lips.

She smiles at me, her eyes bright and eager, and lays a hand on top of my head. She pushes down, and I slide along the wall until I am squatting. This leaves me very exposed when a car from the bank drives by. My cheeks light up again as my embarrassment floods through me, but her hand keeps me where I am. Juliette winks at the driver, an middle aged man who stares at my exposed crotch, and laughs. "I think he likes what he saw," she says before turning back to me. I was looking up at her, my eyes pleading to be released, and she bends down to kiss me again. "You'll be fine, puppy."

She whispered that last and I try not to whine as I realize I have become her pet. I was cooling off now, the rain had soaked us through. I hadn't had a chance to pay much attention before, but now I can see her very well. She has on a mini skirt, her smooth legs slick with water. The skirt is tight against her skin and has become a dark blue in the weather. Her shirt is white underneath a blue winter jacket that has remained unzipped in front. I let my eyes wander over her body. Her perky breasts, a modest B-cup, are visible through the wet material. Her nipples are stiff and begging to be touched. Her hair is wet and sticking to her face, but it is a deep red and hangs over her shoulders. Her naturally red lips stand out against her pale skin, and I feel the heat return to my groin just thinking about what waited beneath her clothes.

I wouldn't have to guess for long. It's my turn to please. She brings my hands back over my head and I let them fall to my naked lap. Then she forces my head back and straddles my face. I am immediately covered in her sweet juice, and my tongue shoots out to lick her lips. I hear her moan, and I begin sucking at her pussy. I find her clit and nibble it gently before rolling it with my tongue. I close my lips around it and alternate between hard sucking and gentle kisses. It isn't long before she is grinding against my face. I struggle to breath, but when I try to pull away she pushes against me harder. I raise my hands to cup her ass, pushed her up to take a deep breath, and then burry my tongue inside of her.

She gasps and moans and grinds against me. Her clit is rubbing over my nose, her juices flowing over my face and down my throat, and I squeeze her ass. I tongue fuck her as hard as I can, shoving my nose against her clit. I hear another car drive by, this time much slower, and it must send her over the edge. Her pussy clenches around my tongue and her juices exploded on my face. She is a squirter! It's too late to pull away so I just let her cum cover me. When she is too sensitive for my tongue, she pulls off of my face and I take deep gulping breathes. She stands there shaking, her hands grasping my hair, for a few moments before she leans down and we kiss passionately.

It takes a couple of minutes for her orgasm to finally subside, and the whole time she keeps her tongue next to mine. When she finally comes back to reality she pulls me off the wall and produces a small vibrator from her jacket. She pushes me onto my back on the ground, and straddles my face again. I lean up to take her back into my mouth but she pulls away and I hear an amused "uh uh" as she waggles a finger at me. I hear the vibrator start buzzing, feel it against my clit and all over my pussy. Just when I think she is going to stick it in, when I start moaning for it, she pulls it away. I grunt, but her mouth closes once again on my swollen prick. And then the vibrator is against my asshole. I gasp and buck against her face, but she covers my mouth with her pussy.

I try to moan against her, I'm not sure I am ready, but the vibrator is pushed inside of me. I moan desperately until I feel a hand slap my pussy and she says "come on, puppy. Let me in, you know you want it." Another slap to my pussy and I let her in.

It isn't big, but it is powerful. Her lips return to my prick and all I can do is moan loudly. My whole body seems to respond to her attention, and I drive my face into her pussy. I suck and lick and tongue fuck for all I am worth. Her skirt is covering my face, so when another car drives by I am once again the only one exposed. I feel more than hear her moan, and I know she is getting close again. This seems to make her double her efforts. The vibrator is fucking my ass hard, and her sucking on my prick becomes loud and fast. I shove my tongue as far inside her as I can and work my hands up to where I can rub her clit with my thumb.

A few seconds later she is squirting all over my face again. I keep fucking her as hard as I can, until she pulls away. She sits on my stomach, her whole body shaking. The vibrator is still in my ass but she no longer is in control of it. But despite her orgasm she keeps a hand on my prick. I am so close I just grunt and try to fuck her hand. When she is aware again, despite her still spasming pussy, she bends back and sucks me hard. I can't hold back any longer and I force myself against her face as I cum.

The vibrator is pulled out of my clenching asshole and that heightens my orgasm. For a few long minutes we just lay there, shaking and high on our pleasure. Finally she stands up and unties my hands. I sit up and take her hand to get to my feet. I dress myself and take my belt back as she dangles it in front of me.

"So, puppy, are you happy?" I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her close for a long kiss.

"I am extremely happy," I say and release her. We laugh together and she runs her hands through my hair, shaking out the rain and her own cum.

"See you at home then," she says before winking and walking away. I watch her go, admiring her body. Juliette has a wild side, and had told me I would love this. I hadn't believed her at home, but that was the first time I had gotten her to squirt. We would have to do this more often.



Juliette's Surprise



I'm a nerd. Or a geek. Maybe both; it's hard to say and depends on your definition. Either way, sci-fi and fantasy and games and comics are my thing. Ever since 8th grade when I convinced my parents to buy me my first game, Prince of Persia, I have been enamored with other worlds and great heroes. That's why, sitting here in a favorite local restaurant swiping digital candy pieces and watching them pop, I can't believe my fortune. 

Not only do I wear glasses and yammer on about my favorite characters in books, but I am a transsexual. FtM, female to male. My transition so far has consisted of hormones. My face is showing new stubble, my arms are thicker, stronger, and many other changes have me excited. And yet, despite these odd-man-out facts, a beautiful girl is calling my name as she walks across the crowded room.

I am short, compared to most biological men, at 5'6". My hair is brown, wavy, and course due to my Native American heritage, and I keep it buzzed on the sides with a faux hawk. I'm average in about every way, with brown eyes and an oval face. But Juliette is beyond average in every way. She has thick, dark red hair that always seems to fall into place. Her skin is pale, but that makes her hair and emerald eyes stand out even more. She might seem average otherwise, but to me her breasts are perky and perfect, her figure is full and curvy and I always think of Marilyn Monroe, and her long legs are smooth and hard not to touch.

Today Juliette is wearing her mini-skirt. It is black and fits a little loose, but it stops well above her knees. I let my eyes wonder her body for a brief moment before I turn my smile to her eyes. She winks and does a quick spin to let me fully appreciate. I laugh as I slide my phone in my pocket and walk to her. 

"What light through yonder window breaks!" I say over dramatically.

"Me, the sun!" She giggles and slips into my open arms. We share a quick, familiar kiss and I squeeze her bum. Juliette only kisses me harder before pulling away. She wraps her arm around mine and we proceed to check in with the waitress. We are quickly led to a table and given menus and drinks. We always come here on Fridays, and despite the repetition we love it. We both work full time, so, even though we live together it's hard to make time for each other. We decided to make every Friday a date night, and that had led to many weekends doing little more than spending every moment we could naked. Naked and very, very happy.

We talked a bit about our day, how Juliette loved her work and how I hated my boss. By the time dinner arrived we were holding hands and talking about plans for the weekend. Juliette had moved to sit next to me rather than across the table, and we were smiling and laughing. I glanced about the room and tried to monitor how many people were there. It was pretty normal for a Friday, and no one was paying anyone else any attention. I smiled wickedly and slipped my hand under the table.

Juliette was just taking a bite of her steak when my hand landed on her thigh. She looked over at me as I ran my fingers over her skin. It took her a moment before she remembered to chew, and I chuckled as I took a long swig of my hard cider.

Juliette focused on her plate, and I eased her skirt farther up her legs. We had done this many times. Juliette loved for me to touch her in public. That was one reason we had a lot of naked weekends, because of our adventures out of the house. Tonight I had thought ahead though, and I had planned something special. I hadn't told Juliette, so I was caught off guard when my fingers finally found her exposed vulva. Our eyes met, and she almost looked embarrassed, but her desire had her cheeks flushed. I almost laughed as I leaned over and kissed her hard. How she synced with me so naturally was beyond me, but my little prick was now so stiff I could actually feel it rubbing against my jeans.

I might not have a regular penis, but Juliette and I found ways around that. I had dildos and packers at home, but that did little good in a restaurant. Besides, Juliette often let me know my fingers had their own magic. I took pride in that, and tried my best to make her feel good no matter the tool.

I slipped a finger between her wet pussy lips and almost looked shocked again to find her dripping wet. My finger probed her vagina but I didn't push it in. The waiter came by and we asked for more drinks. Well, I asked for more drinks and Juliette did her best to pretend she was just eating. But here eyes were unfocused, and my finger was sliding from her clit to her opening in slow strokes. When the waiter left I stopped my finger on Juliette's clit and began massaging it in circles. Juliette sighed to cover a moan, but her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted for a long moment before she regained composure. 

It was perfect. I had her on the edge, and if I had kept going she would have cum quickly. I pulled my hand away and Juliette looked over at me a bit disappointed. I only smiled at her and took another drink of my cider. I reached into my pocket and pulled out her surprise. Juliette had never been penetrated in public by anything other than my finger. And, to be honest, being in public had always made her so hot it most often only took me stroking her clit to get her off. So, when I reached back between her legs and placed the dildo at her entrance I could have sworn her eyes could have popped out of her head. Juliette opened her mouth to protest, but in one quick motion I pushed the dildo inside of her. She gasped, earning a couple glances from other patrons, and involuntarily opened her legs so that I could push the toy farther in. The waiter returned with our drinks, which I thanked him for, and Juliette tried to regain herself but failed.

The dildo wasn't too big, but I knew just the idea of it had to be driving Juliette crazy. I slowly pulled it out to the tip, and then pushed it slowly back in. Juliette was gripping the table with one hand and my leg with the other. I smiled and kept pumping the dildo in and out of her. I made sure to keep my movements slow, partly to not be noticed and partly to keep Juliette on edge as long as possible. I had planned to make her keep it in as we left so that she would have to walk back to the car with it inside, but without her panties I was pretty sure she was too wet for it to stay in place.

Juliette looked at me and I saw the longing in her eyes. I saw the heat and the desperation. I shoved the dildo into her hard and quick and let it just fill her for a long moment. We just looked at each other, her pussy full, soaked, and aching. My prick swollen and my desire building just seeing her in so much pleasure. I began working the dildo hard and fast, hoping no one would notice my suddenly frenzied arm but knowing if they did that would only make it all the more exciting. I didn't want to get caught in the sense that we would get in trouble, but the idea of someone watching only turned me on more.

Juliette closed her eyes and I grunted when her hand moved to my crotch and began rubbing hard. I moved my thumb to her clit and began rubbing it hard in return. Juliette gritted her teeth to suppress the moan but as quiet as she was I knew she was close. And sure enough a few seconds later her eyes shot open, I felt her pussy clenching around the dildo, and she whispered just loud enough for me "I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop, oh oh oh..." I pumped the dildo as hard as I could, and the sound of her juices became audible to us, and hopefully no one else. I knew the chair had to be soaked because when Juliette finally reached down to stop me my hand was covered in her cum.

I pulled the dildo from her vagina and moved it up and down her spasming pussy. After a few minutes I cleaned the dildo off on a napkin and slipped in back in my pocket. Juliette was still quivering, but I took her hand in mine and finished off my cider as she calmed down. It must have been an intense orgasm for her, she was normally ready to go again not long after she came, but tonight she quietly finished her steak and didn't say a word until we were outside after paying.

I thought she might be mad at me for bringing the dildo, but when she pulled me into the alley beside the restaurant she just pushed me against the wall and kissed me long and deep. Our tongues tangled and explored, my hands gripped her ass and fondled her breasts, and her hands expertly undid my belt and opened my pants.

"That," she said when she finally pulled away, "was amazing. I can't believe how intense it was." She laughed as she slid her hand into my briefs and fingered my hard prick. I moaned and took her face in my hands to return the kiss. After a moment she pulled away, looked out to the street, and grinned at me. She sank down, squatting in front of me, and pulled my jeans and underwear down just far enough to expose my prick. And for the first time in public, Juliette sucked me into her mouth and gave me the best blow job of my life. I had been aching for so long, but she teased me in and out of her mouth, kissed around all around my prick, and even used her fingers to spread my own juices all over my prick and asshole. What could have taken a minute took five or ten. And unlike Juliette I couldn't control myself and grunted and moaned as my hips bucked against her as I came harder and more intensely than ever. 

When she finished, or more accurately when I just couldn't take the stimulation any more, she stood up and we kissed long and hard again. I dressed myself and we walked back to the car holding onto each other. It would be another naked, happy weekend.