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Protection

By: Adeline



"A little help here? I can't tell which parts of me aren't blue."

My hands are, my arms, most of my legs. My face is red and yellow, even to the insides of my ears. I stand in the white light and cover my hands from the bowl of inky food coloring before me, running them up my chest to my throat, rivulets of indigo curling around my breasts.

Quiet the way you are, your hands reaching around me to dip into the bowl. I watch, half fascinated by your palms turning blue, half distracted by your breath on my neck. Then your hands are at the small of my back, gliding up, painting me. You're taking longer about it than strictly necessary, and I'm not going to find the will to make you hurry.

When you're finished and I'm completely blue from head to foot, I hang the painted cloth over me, front and back. There's no connecting piece, and so I've a long strip of exposed blue skin from my shoulder all the way down. It's cold outside, so I tie a cord around my waist to close the garment somewhat. I turn for your approval.

"What do you think? I look like Dreamland to you?"

A crooked smile from you. "You do. If you still want to go we should do it now, before I'm forced to ruin all your work."

Outside the wind is blowing, working its chilly fingers in all the holes in my clothes as cleverly as you do. I pull the cloth tighter around me and try to avoid rocks—I'm barefoot, after all, in spite of your and everyone else's advice.

Fourth Avenue, when we get there, is already packed with people for two blocks in either direction—some three thousand is the usual attendance at this party. Where we've come onto it, aside from a huge assortment of costumed locals, there's a collection of drummers warming up, which is wonderful—right where I wanted to be. I take your hand and lead you into the crowd—I don't want to lose you, and after all I'm still not quite sure how much you really want to be here, and how much you're doing it to indulge me and see me in my revealing costume. I guess in the end it doesn't matter—I'm glad you're here.

The drums start, and I'm ready to walk, to run, ready to dance. Flutes, drums, maracas, tambourines—everyone in our immediate area has found something to make noise with. I'm given a child's rattle by a nearby mother, and I shake it, though I feel my heart should be loud enough... I'm sure you, at least, can hear it. My favorite day of the year, my favorite celebration, and I'm humming, twitching, aching to move, feeling intensely in my body the way I sometimes do when I'm dancing, and sometimes when I'm drunk. Intoxicating, indeed, this night's beauty and your gaze on me like a hand.

Under the overpass at the end of Fourth, near the parade's destination, and I feel like I'm entering Abbadon, people on either side dressed in white death's-head masks with torches, leading us down. The dissolution of death seems almost erotic to me tonight, I'm not afraid of it...coming apart to be put back together in another order, incorporating fragments from all around—from you, from the rest of the dancers, from the music, from the wind. I'm warm inside with excitement, but my outside is cold, so I twine my arm around yours and walk closer, communicating my thrill to you by osmosis.

We come up out of the tunnel into the field where the performance is getting under way. All the people ahead of us are here now, which means there's room about to breathe but not much else. We're able to get closer to the stage, though, and the crush is even greater up there. You're behind me, still holding my hand, and I can practically chew on the shoulder of the girl in front of me, should it take my fancy.

Flam Chen is onstage and doing what they do best: dancing and burning things. Great white stilt-walkers strut about, making circuitous arches over the whirling dancers below, who swing balls of fire on the ends of chains in patterns that linger in my eyes. Before long my front is blazing with heat and my back is cold, with a line of confused skin along either side of me, which a certain wicked man behind me now begins to trace with his fingertips.

I lean back against you, the bass of the music vibrating my breastbone in sync with my heartbeat, and yours, as I feel it near my left shoulder. Your fingers are giving me shivers to go with the goosebumps I already had. But the crowd is like a New York subway—even as you tilt your head and kiss my neck, even as you make my knees weak, I couldn't fall down if I wanted to. Trapped between you and the fire.

A new song begins, a song I know. It's Massive Attack, Protection, and it's well-known to me and to every other member of the audience, I think. The kind of people who are here to see this show tonight are the kind of people who know this song, have danced to this song. The heavy bass begins and the crowd seems to sway as a unit, dancing as best they can in such confined conditions.

The blazing light onstage makes our place very dark, as you continue tickling my sides and kissing my neck below my left ear. I reach up and tangle my fingers in your hair, leaning my head back against your shoulder, but still watching the show through hooded eyes.

A girl in a white cat-suit begins to whirl onstage, trailing a ball of fire after her, and on the speakers Tracy Thorn begins to purr, murmuring: "This girl I know..."

A low hum, rhythmic. Everyone knows the words. I know the words. I reach down and grab your hands, pulling them inside my shroud as I turn my head toward you, singing softly against your lips...

"...you can put your arms around her..."

Your hands are cold on my burning skin. The girl onstage lights a fire at her feet and it spreads into a wall, encircling her. In front of me two women, swaying with the crowd as we are—can't help it. I hear their voices, raised and treble like cold water down my back, like your cool fingers up my stomach...

"...stand in front of you..."

My legs are gone, just gone. I don't know what the devil you did with them but you and this crowd are the only things holding me up now. I leave your hands to their devices inside my costume—they know what they're doing, do they ever—and reach around to touch what I can of you, my fingers finding an exposed strip of skin just above the loose waist of your pants—unusually loose, that... Further exploration reveals more.

"Hmmm..." I murmur, then breathe deep as you tickle me, just the tips of your fingers lightly drawing on my breasts.

"...and I don't have no fear..."

My back's warm now, my front blazing, the whole inside of me molten. Incoherently I manage to convey some of this condition to you in your ear, and, ever the detective, you send your left hand on down to search for clues. The girl onstage has been joined by a man wearing a giant carnival head and a few scraps of cloth... gods know how he got through the fire, but his feet are joining the drums and she's wrapping her burning arms around him. I have the thought that we might get paid if we got up onstage and just kept at what we're already doing, but that thought, like every other, doesn't last long. I have to try not to shake as your right hand caresses my breast, rubbing my nipple agonizingly slowly.

You need some encouragement. Definitely. I find that strip of exposed skin on you and track it farther this time, down past your unfastened pants. As I find you, as I stroke you, the crowd is still singing.

"...I'm a girl and you're a boy..."

You nip at my shoulder with your teeth and sigh with me, pushing forward to meet my hands... not too much, the girl in front of me is so near... close enough to touch. I could touch her, draw her in, into this blatantly secret tableau, pull her up against me and caress her the way you are me, pinch her the same way when you pinch my nipples right... oh, right there. Maybe I will. Maybe another time. Right now all I want is you, your lips and tongue on my neck, your right hand warm now from my body and stroking my breasts, my nipples that are dark blue points in my ocean of blue skin concealed beneath this thin shroud. All I want is the other hand, teasing my legs, my thighs, holding me against you so I don't fall and finding the very center of this aching indigo whirlpool... all I want is you, you and the part of you I've found with my own explorations, hard and hot and streaked with blue from my rubbing fingers.

"...you know you can lean on me..."

Your left hand, by your intent or the sheer gravity of my need, has found its target, and my weight's on you as you burn away my supports and then delve within with those wicked fingers, setting off a paroxysm of pleasure that ripples through my body fluidly. I moan helplessly, my head falling back against your shoulder, and the fire onstage is flickering in my eyes, no more than a hazy flash compared to the conflagration being set off inside me. I pull you closer, needing you nearer, not a molecule of air intruding between us, and my hand guides you to where you're needed... needed so desperately.

"...more than love..."

"Here, love, please," I whisper. Your devilish fingers have found the evidence they sought and have called in reinforcements more suited to an in-depth investigation. I feel you there, rubbing up and down, teasing me, so close but not... not close enough.

"Ask me again," your voice against my ear, followed by your gentle teeth, and I moan. "Beg."

I shudder, grasping at your right hand and pressing it to rougher work at my breast. "Please... god, please, I need you... need you inside..."

Your soft chuckle in my ear, your hot shaft sliding up and down against me, unfolding me, unwrapping me like a truffle but somehow refusing to eat your fill. 

"Beg," against my neck, licking, tasting, tantalizing. Can't take this anymore.

"God damn it..." I gasp, pushing back against you, you keeping just out of reach. "The hell with that," and I reach back to you. "Fuck me." I grab your hips with strong hands and jerk you forward, plunging you all the way into my heat, spasming against you as I'm filled. 

Oh god...

"...that's the way it should be..."

My body quakes against you as a rush of ecstasy overwhelms me with my first climax. Clenching around you, my fingernails digging into your hips, moaning loudly, openly. Fortunately the music is louder now, the bass rising, the people around us dancing in place... they look like they're having their own orgasms, the way they're gyrating, so it seems I'm in good company. You begin to move within me and I gasp, feeling the voluptuous sensation of you all the way in, holding me up, supporting me, plundering your prize. Oh my god... it doesn't end...

"...the way I feel..."

I close my eyes, blinded by the afterglow of the fire onstage, taking one of your hands and knitting my fingers with yours. I'm imagining the painted expanse under this shroud, imagining your lovely flesh pale against my midnight breasts, stomach, legs. I'm imagining, as below it occurs, your cock streaked with blue and disappearing into scalding heat the same color as the night.

The music is rising, an ascending piano line that has always made me think of a building storm, growing from within like the rapturous feeling you're giving me. I can feel you getting close, the way you gasp and hold my hand tighter, the way you swell inside me, losing your habitual cool, and I'm wishing I could see your face properly; I love to see your blue eyes go dark, dark like my dyed skin, like the hand twined with yours, like the other moving down to our intersecting points, feeling the silk of you sliding in and out of me.

You're nibbling my shoulder, but as you lose control you're biting too, your lips slightly blue. I raise my hand, wet from between us, and slip my fingers into your mouth and as you bite down a shudder runs through me, the pressure of your teeth and your tongue tasting me on my fingertips. Then the shaking moves to you, growing between us, and you moan around my hand as you explode inside me. I convulse against you, my head snapping back, gazing at the stars through the billowing smoke, feeling inexorable waves of pleasure unknitting my spine, feeling you shaking and releasing into me...the crowd supporting us as both of our legs give out.

We stand still a long, warm time, you buried in me, little aftershocks making us tremble against each other. I turn my head to find your mouth, withdrawing my fingers so I can kiss you. I drag my fingertips across both of your cheeks, leaving long streaks of dark blue, and kiss you again, and again as the music fades with the sound of rain.

***Lyrics borrowed from Massive Attack's "Protection," from the album of the same name. The Dia de los Muertos Parade happens every year the weekend after Halloween in Tucson... Flam Chen and Tucson Puppet Works are among the many performers.  

Protection



Many thanks to jellybelly2 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

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"I just don't know what to do with Dickie," said Mrs. Plymer. "I'm at my wits' end."

"Don't you fret, Mrs. Plymer," said Mrs. Roberts. "You've come to the right place. We'll solve your problem this afternoon."

"I just don't see how," said Mrs. Plymer. "Look at him sitting there, all sullen and rebellious. He won't listen to anyone. I know it's just a phase, because he's a good boy. He's in the church choir, and his friends are nice boys and girls who don't get in trouble with the authorities.

"I wish he'd talk back to his father and me or refuse to clean up his room or not study for a test. But as far as we can tell, all his acting out is only in this one area, Mrs. Roberts.

"And heaven knows, we understand young boys and their hormones. That's why my husband and I married at 18. Things were so much easier then. Now the kids just hook up and don't even think about anything beyond that.

"What we can't understand is why they refuse to use protection. Dickie says that's for scaredy-cats, none of his friends use it, and if the girl insists, nobody would be interested in her, so she usually gives in. They call it green sex because it's natural and organic with nothing to recycle.

"But we've just chipped in on our second abortion, and Dickie knows we don't believe in abortion. The girls know that everyone has them, but I've talked to some of them at church, and they're more upset than they're letting on. They want the boys to use protection, but they also don't want to be social outcasts. Their parents also don't know what to do.

"We all thought that sex education would take care of things like this. They learned about the law; Dickie and his friends are 18, and are careful about not having sex with any girl who's younger than they are. But all that practice of putting condoms on cucumbers was for nothing."

"Don't you worry, Mrs. Plymer," said the nurse. "Where there's a need, someone finds a solution. That's why we're here. We've already treated dozens of Dickie's classmates and hundreds of students from all the local high schools. Many of the girls who had abortions have part-time jobs with us as nurse's aides, and they help with the treatments. While they're helping, they are being psychologically reinforced to always demand protection.

"I think we're already starting to have an effect on this green sex epidemic. The word is starting to go out about our treatments, and that's why you had to book this appointment two weeks in advance. We'll take care of Dickie, but we need your help.

"A lot of times, our patients don't want to talk about our treatments because they are embarrassed. We honor patient confidentiality, and we will never tell anyone about them -- not even their parents. But we encourage them to tell their friends. You can support our efforts by telling Dickie that you will never ask him about his treatment, but you want him to talk to the other boys at church and school -- not publicly, but privately -- one on one.

"It may take some time. You know how teenagers are. Some of them will never come around. But if you're supportive and maybe reward him for his efforts, he might cooperate and help us eradicate this epidemic.

"You're looking at Dickie, Mrs. Roberts. No, it's all right that he's here while we're talking about him. We don't hide anything at our clinic. The things that he's hearing me say to you; he'll hear again at least once and probably twice in the next few hours, so it's perfectly okay that he listens to us.

"One thing you should know. Part of our treatment is a threat. We will tell Dickie that you and your husband will not be monitoring him, but if he ever has unprotected sex again, he will get another treatment here. Today, he'll meet some of our orderlies. They are all on the college football team and much bigger than he is. They'll bring him here.

"The only way you would ever know he needs another treatment is if you get another call from a girl's parents asking you to share abortion costs. So he not only needs to wear a condom, but he needs to hook up only with girls who insist on all their hookups using them. He'll meet a lot of nice girls here today. Some of them he knows already. Most of them are really cute. None of them wants to have another abortion, so they are all with the program.

"Tell him, if he has sex with girls who sleep with other boys without protection, they could easily say he's the one responsible for the pregnancy, and there's no way to prove he isn't until the baby is born. It will be cheaper for you to pay for the abortion. Further treatments for Dickie, if necessary, are included in your payment today.

"Dickie would need the second treatment because even if he didn't make the girl pregnant, he took a chance with girls who are not with the program. Besides the ones working here, we maintain a long list of girls in our program at all the local schools. All of them are certified over 18. We don't share names on the list, but if he calls and asks about a specific girl, we will be glad to tell him if she's part of our protection program.

"So far, we have never had a boy come in for a second treatment, and as I told you, we've already cured hundreds of them. And the bonus is that when Dickie only hooks up with girls who are against having an abortion, he'll automatically be with a better class of girl. And when his hormones finally settle down in a couple of years, maybe one of them will be his life partner. Then he'll have a wonderful marriage just like you do."

"Oh, Mrs. Roberts, if only," said Mrs. Plymer. "Dickie's a good boy, and I know he'll be a wonderful husband and father, but right now we feel totally helpless."

"Don't you worry about a thing," said Mrs. Roberts. "Now, I've asked you before if you want to read through these papers before you sign them. Everything we're going to do is detailed on these 12 pages. You skimmed through them pretty fast, and the type is small. Are you sure you understand?"

"I don't have time to read all that right now," Mrs. Roberts said. "Can I just sign them and read them later?"

"Well, that's up to Dickie," said Mrs. Roberts. "We're giving a copy to him when we're done. If you ever want to read the contract again, you'll have to ask him. After you leave, everything will be on a patient privilege basis. The only other way you will see the contract again is if he lets you, or if you sue us. Then the judge would say that we would have to show it to you before the court date. If that's okay, you can sign here, see our cashier, and leave. Here's a sheet with some information about what you should do for Dickie when we bring him home."

When Mrs. Plymer left the room, Mrs. Roberts turned to Dickie and said, "Is there anything you want to ask me about, Dickie?"

"No."

"Have any of your friends told you about their treatments?"

"None of them have been here."

"That's not true, Dickie. Some of your friends aren't as good friends as you think, or they would have warned you and saved your parents some money. When we're done, we're going to tell you their names.

"It's a shame that they're using condoms but won't tell anyone because of peer pressure. But when you confront them maybe that will change. Or else you'll join them and keep us a secret. As I told your mother, we will never tell anyone you were here. But sooner or later, we know we'll find some boys and girls with enough courage to stand up and spread the word.

"Maybe the leader will be you. Your mom seems to think you are special. Maybe you'll help us make this clinic unnecessary."

"I have a question for you, Dickie. Have you ever seen a movie in school about childbirth?"

"Yes."

"Was it a cartoon or a doctor with diagrams, or did you see one where you actually watch the baby coming out?"

"It was that. It was disgusting. I watched it all, but a couple of the guys had to leave the room."

"Well, today we're going to start with some movies, Dickie. One of them might be the one you saw in school, but at least two of them will be new to you. We want you to learn all about what happens to the girl if she doesn't get an abortion. These movies are very graphic; and in two of them, the childbirth is extremely painful. You're going to hear a lot of screaming and see bodies out of control from pain. There will be lots of fluids and afterbirth to watch, and even the baby isn't going to look very appetizing as it comes out. There will be a pail in case you have to throw up. A few of the girls will be with you to clean you up and take care of you. Here they are now.

"Dickie, you already know Tiffin and Samantha. I see you're surprised they're here. You're going to learn today that when you make a girl pregnant, some of them don't just go to an abortion clinic, get rid of the baby and go right back to hooking up. Even the ones who aren't religious sometimes feel horrible guilt for the rest of their lives.

"Tiffin and Samantha are both wonderful girls, and I'm not talking about their hot little bodies. They want to help prevent other girls from going through what you put them through, so they've volunteered to work at the clinic. It really gives them pleasure to watch boys get our treatment and change from a thoughtless animal in heat to a human being who cares about his partner.

"When I told them you were coming in today, both of them changed their schedules to be here. They said that they were super excited about working with you and are looking forward to being here for every minute of your treatment.

"The two other girls, Tammy and Sally, don't go to your high school. But as you can see, they are also as cute as a button. Sally is really well developed. As we go through the process, they will get to know you well. If they like what they see, they will give me permission to give you their phone numbers. Both of them have gone through the same thing you put Tiffin and Sam through, and I'm confident they will never have unprotected sex again until they are ready for children.

"Bubba, here, is an interior lineman on the college team. He's only making an appearance now -- just in case. Would you believe that some of the boys who come for treatment don't want to watch our movies? If you don't feel like going with the girls right now, Bubba will help you get to the screening room.

"Sam is giving you her hand, and Tiffin, too. That's it, Dickie, get up and let them lead you. They're stroking your arms. How nice and tender? They seem to still have some feelings for you, even after what you did to them. I'll see you in an hour and a half, and we can talk about the movies then."

"Did you enjoy the show?" said Mrs. Roberts. She was standing in front of Dickie in a small room that was furnished like a schoolroom, with a whiteboard in front and a few student desks. Samantha and Tiffin were sitting in desks next to him.

"I heard that you held up pretty well," Mrs. Roberts said. "The girls said a couple of times they heard you gag a little, but otherwise you were pretty macho during the whole thing.

"They were concerned that you might not be concentrating enough. We'll find out now. Here's a pop quiz for you. Every question came from the movies you saw, and the answers were repeated at least twice during one movie or another. It should just take you a couple of minutes. I won't say anything while you're working on it.

"You've finished? I hope you realize I gave you five minutes, Dickie. Hand it in, please. Let's see. Well, not too bad. You got half of them right. Don't worry. It won't affect your grade. It's just helps us know where you are in the process. This tells us you're not paying attention yet, and you're not taking this seriously.

"That's perfectly all right, because our program is set up to deal with that. It's actually more difficult for us if you suddenly see the light and want to change. Only one boy so far has done that, and I think a friend of his told him about the program. He didn't believe his friend until the movies started, and then he decided he better not take a chance and got with the program fast.

"We weren't prepared for him, and we were thrown at first because we still needed to make sure that he wouldn't be back. Then one of the girls had a great suggestion. Why not let him watch another boy get the treatment? It worked like a charm. He's one of our best ambassadors now and is spreading the word to all the boys at his high school. Too bad he doesn't go to your high school. Of course, some of the boys he talks to don't believe him. Some boys just don't believe anything they don't experience themselves.

"But that's only one boy so far, and you are like most of them. So now I'm going to leave you here with Sam and Tiffin, and they are going to go over the test with you. I want them to go over all the questions you got right, just in case you were guessing, and they will go over the questions you got wrong at least twice.

"No, I'm not going to test you again, but I suggest you pay attention to them, because if you learn the correct answers, you'll be glad you did. This will be your last chance, so you should use this opportunity and memorize both the questions and answers. I'll be back in 15 minutes."

"OK, Dickie, you've had enough time," said Mrs. Roberts when she came back into the room. "Girls, was he a good student? You say, he didn't even pretend to care. Well, I know you did your best.

"Dickie, that was the end of the preliminary part of your treatment. Now it's time for the serious part.

"What we're doing this afternoon with you is sex education. Yes, I know you had that for a semester in school, and you think because you've been with a lot of girls, you know everything there is to know. But you don't, Dickie.

"You know the beginning, and you're doing fine with that. But you don't know the ending. It's like you're taking flying lessons and you've just learned how to take off. If you don't know how to land, you're going to die. Today, you're going to learn the rest of the sex education.

"But we're going to start at the beginning, and Samantha and Tiffin have volunteered to work with you on that. Let's all go to the lab now. I know you're bored, Dickie, but you need to get up. If you're too tired, I'll call an orderly to help you. That's it, Dickie. I promise you that you won't be bored much longer.

"Here, go in this door. This is our lab. As you can see it's brightly lit, because we record everything that happens here on video. The videos are mostly watched by the girls who volunteer. I'm sure Sam and Tiffin will be watching yours and showing it to all their friends who work here.

"They told me they are going to try to recruit girls at your school by telling them about your video and that they would be able to watch it if they come in for counseling and end up as volunteers. They say you are very popular, and a lot of girls will be dying to see your video after they tell them about it. So they think they can get a lot of girls on the program just by using your video as a way to bring them here. If that's true, I want to thank you right now in advance in case we never see each other again.

"We have cameras set up behind the lights all around the room, so the videos will show the treatment from every angle.

"Please jump up on this big lab platform in the middle of the room. Yes, it's actually like a large bed with a big comfortable mattress under that white sheet and lots of pillows and cushions. Tiffin is going to hop up there with you. She'll work with you first.

"She startled you when she went to your zipper. Yes Dickie, sex starts with pleasure, the pleasure that a man gets from friction on his penis and releasing his semen. That's why Tiffin has sucked you into her mouth like that. She's had a lot of practice since she was with you a year ago, and I think you'll notice the difference.

"Yes, you're smiling. You like this part. Every man does. You can lie back on those big cushions and enjoy Tiffin's sucking while she's moving her mouth up and down on you. She knows how to use her tongue for further stimulation at the same time, so you could be coming in a couple of minutes.

"This is a wonderful part of sex for the man. He's totally distracted, and his brain is flooded with pleasure. He hardly feels anything or hears anything, like that snap, or that one, or that one, or that one. Four snaps; and you never heard them, Dickie. But now you can see what made those snaps, because Tiffin has taken her mouth off you and gotten off the bed.

"You are upset, Dickie. Is it because you were about to come? Or are you upset because your arms are behind your head and fastened tight, and your legs are stretched out so you can't move. I don't think you are bored anymore.

"Yes, you're getting into the treatment. The yelling and struggling is part of it, so go ahead while Tiffin and Samantha take your clothes off. They'll have to remove one of the four restraints at certain times to slide your clothes off, and when they do, you will be able to move one of your arms or kick one of your legs. Feel free to do so. They're used to dealing with that. They're smiling at that kick. I think they enjoy working with you.

"That was quick work girls. OK. Now that you're naked, it's Sam's turn on you, Dickie. She's going to work on you a few minutes, and this time you will get to come right in her mouth. No more teasing. There she goes. She's a better sucker than Tiffin, they tell me, and she certainly got your attention right away.

"While she's working on you, Tiffin is pulling out some special metal attachments from under the platform and connecting them to the end of the platform where your feet are. Now she's taking one leg at a time and freeing it from the restraint and lifting it onto the attachment and then locking it in. There, she's got both legs done. You can go ahead and finish him, Sam.

"I see him squirming and pushing and grunting. And there he goes. You're did a good job, Sam. Now carefully get your mouth off him without spilling.

"Dickie, sex begins with the man's pleasure as he gives semen to the woman. You know that lesson, but you don't know the next one yet. The lesson of the woman receiving the semen from the man. We want you to experience that lesson so you will understand it. That's why Tiffin is giving you a deep long kiss. Do you feel her thumb and index finger pinching your nose. That's to cut off the air going in.

"You can't breathe through your nose or your mouth, and now we'll wait. We won't let you pass out. When I see that your eyes are looking desperate, Sam is going to stop the kiss so you can open your mouth wide and gasp for air. Your eyes are really moving like crazy. I don't think you're bored now, Dickie.

"There. Let his mouth free, Sam. Good. Look how wide it is as he's gasping for air. Now cover his mouth with yours, Sam, and dump all his semen into it. Good job. He's gasping and choking and sneezing. It's coming out his nose. Now he's swallowing to keep it from going down his windpipe.

"Dickie, you've learned to receive the semen. You delivered your semen to the vaginas of your girlfriends without protection. You don't have a vagina, Dickie, so we used your mouth as a vagina.

"The semen has entered your body, because you swallowed it. You know what can happen when semen goes into a girl's body. That's your next lesson, but first we have to prepare you.

"While you were busy with your pleasure and ejaculation, Tiffin attached your lower legs to these antique stirrups, which we connected onto the lab platform. They hold your legs up high in the air, and then we can separate them, like this and pull them back like this, which pushes your rear off the bed and separates your buttocks so that your anus is exposed. There's some hair in the way, and we're going to get rid of it so we can see what we're doing.




Protection



"That's it, Dickie, yell some more and struggle, because we want to make sure you are snug and tight. First, your former girlfriends are going to take turns shaving all your pubic hair away at your crotch; so there's nothing around your penis, your testicles, or your anus. They promise to be very careful, even though you weren't very careful with them. Then they'll wax you to make you even smoother. That hurts a little, but women do it all the time.

"OK, here's the shaving cream, razor, and hot water. Dickie, I'd suggest holding as still as possible for the next 10 minutes. We can treat cuts with antiseptic to make sure you don't get any infections, but they will burn like crazy. That's it. Calm down like that. Breathe slowly in and out and try not to move your crotch even a fraction of an inch. I have to leave now, but Tiffin will come for me when you are as smooth as a baby."

"I like it," said Mrs. Roberts when she came back to the lab. "Now we can see what we're doing. You're as clean as a whistle on the outside now, Dickie. It's a good thing guys don't use the showers in PE anymore, isn't it? All you have to do is figure out an explanation for your girlfriends about why you don't have any hair down there. Of course, Sam, and Tiffin, and all the nice girls who work here won't need any explanations if you ever ask them out. You'll meet some more of them later.

"You're clean on the outside, but we need you clean on the inside, too. That's why Sam is wheeling that stand up to you. She pushed a little grease into your anus now; and now here goes the tube, deep inside. OK, looks like that's as far as it will go. Please turn on the spigot, Sam.

"We're filling you up with a lot of soapy liquid Dickie, and then we're going to position this large bucket right below your anus. There, you're full up. Do you feel like expelling? Take as long as you want. I think you're embarrassed because your friends are watching you and giggling. Don't worry. They know how humiliated you're feeling, because they've done this lots of times. They love to watch the boys' embarrassment and discomfort, and they don't mind the smell at all. And don't worry. We aren't filming this part.

"Hold back as much as you want, because it will make you squirm even more and it gets them laughing harder. Once they start laughing, these two tend to make each other laugh and they never stop.

"After you've expelled everything, they're going to fill you up one more time and watch you again. We want to make sure you're as clean inside as you are outside, and then I'll come back."

"How are you feeling, Dickie?" said Mrs. Roberts. "I hope you're no longer bored. You look a little tired from all that effort. Did you know that before a woman gives birth, they sometimes shave her between the legs and give her an enema to clean her out? But you're not ready to give birth.

"There's sperm inside you, but there's no baby in there. Yes, Samantha is inserting the nozzle one more time, and we're filling you up again. But this time, it's not soapy water. It's pure clear vegetable oil. We're really pumping you full of it, and you'll soon be happy we did. See how your stomach is expanding? It almost looks like you're pregnant.

"There, that's all of it. You should feel really oozy and greasy inside now, but there's still no baby.

"See what Tiffin is holding up in front of your eyes. That's your baby. But that little flat thing doesn't look much like a baby. It's just the embryo. Tiffin, start pushing it into Dickie's anus. See how smoothly the flat piece of rubber goes into you? All that oil is smoothing the way. OK, perfect. Everything is inside except the little nozzle sticking out.

"Yes, Dickie. It's a toy ball, a nice inflatable rubber ball. You're pregnant now, and it's time to call the rest of the girls in because they want to watch your pregnancy. Do you recognize some of the others, Dickie? They remember you. You didn't get these girls pregnant, but some of your classmates did.

"Sometimes I call our staff cheerleaders, because they're all so cute and sexy. Don't be surprised if some of them take off their clothes as we go through your treatment. They get so excited that they rub on each other and even on you. I'm sure some of them will put their mouths and their hands on you and might even climb on top of you. Did you ever imagine you'd be lying in a laboratory surrounded by desirable young girls watching your pregnancy and getting aroused by it and even having orgasms?

"We don't have nine months for this treatment Dickie, so each three minutes is going to be a month. Girls, quiet now! I know a couple of you are seeing this for the first time. Watch as Tiffin attaches her little hand pump to the nozzle of the ball. OK, Tiffin, just one little pump. There, did you see him move? Dickie's feeling something has changed inside him, but there's not much showing yet. He's probably thinking baby more than feeling it at this point."

"OK, it's three minutes. Two pumps this time, Tiffin. See, girls, he's starting to show as the baby expands inside him. There's a head and a rear now and some fingers. He's feeling queasy in the morning."

"Now three good pumps, Tiffin. Yes, the baby's head is getting close to the size it will be when it comes out. That and the shoulders will be the hardest part for Dickie to deal with. We're at the end of the first trimester, and Dickie is already anxious because the added weight is constantly reminding him of what's growing inside him.

"OK, three more, Tiffin. You're really starting to expand, Dickie, because the placenta is now involved. We're not going to try to mimic the placenta here, because we'd end up blowing up the whole ball inside you, and some of your organs might be damaged. So you're never going to get as large as the girls here will when they have their babies.

"Take a look at them frolicking. Most of the clothes are already on the floor. They're kissing and fingering each other. Here come a couple over to you. Your moaning is getting them excited. They want to play with you. Do you feel how one of them is pulling your testicles around? Oh, you felt that when the other one began sucking, didn't you?

"Yes, you're all man Dickie, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Even when you're uncomfortable, you can still get it up. OK, girls, I know you want to see him come; but it's time for month five. Three more pumps Tiffin. Your baby's about 10 inches long now and starting to move around a lot.

"At this point, there's usually one girl who wants to move on you. Sure enough, it's Samantha. She's squeezing in between where your legs are going up and where your belly is expanding, and she's got you inside her. Now she's riding you and giving the baby lots of movement. From your tears and your moaning, you aren't enjoying sex with her as much as you used to. But she seems to be excited by that. There she goes. Wow, she slammed down on you pretty hard at the end. I think you felt that.

"OK, Sam, don't just lie there smiling. You had your turn. Tiffin, month six. Three more pumps. Some babies are born this early Dickie, but I think you're going to full term. Your baby's almost 12 inches long and getting big. I think one of the girls wants to use her hands and see if you can come while you're moaning like that. No Tiffin, I know what you want to do, but let's wait on that. But give him three more pumps of air while she's pumping his penis.

"It's month seven Dickie, and the baby's more than two pounds and close to 15 inches. You're starting to have a difficult time handling the growth as we can see, and you're getting more impatient for the little thing to come out. But you're also scared about what that will mean. I see your admirer's hands are working away on your penis, and you seem to be responding because you're hard as a rock. Good. You were able to ejaculate. Not much semen this time. And it doesn't look like you enjoyed it that much, but that's how it is when you're pregnant sometimes.

"Four pumps Tiffin! We're at month eight, when the baby almost doubles in size. It's anxious to be born, and we're anxious, too -- but nervous about the job we have to do. But we watched the birthing videos carefully, so we know how we can help speed the process along.

"Two pumps Tiffin, because the growth slows in month nine. The baby is now about eight pounds and almost two feet long. It's huge for our little bodies -- even your big body, Dickie. You're definitely worn out from carrying it for nine whole months, but you need all your strength now to get it out of you. Look at how huge he is, girls.

"OK, Dickie, we started with pleasure as your semen spurted easily out of you. Then you received the sperm and became pregnant. Now you're going to learn how it all ends nine months later. If you paid attention during the movies and when the girls were going over your quiz, you know some birthing techniques that will make it easier on you. So all you have to do is tell us what they are, and we'll be glad to help you do them.

"You're looking at us and moaning. You don't have anything to say? Well, I guess you weren't paying attention, so it's the hard way after all. So start pushing, just like you do when you go to the bathroom. If you remember the movies, the women did certain things while they were pushing; so you can do those also.

"There that was a good push. I saw a little of the baby's head pushing against your anus and the nozzle wiggled a little But you're going to have to do a lot better than that. You say that hurt even more than the baby growing inside. Of course it did. That big baby has to come out of your little hole now. That's impossible; so either the baby has to shrink or the hole has to expand. Guess which one happens.

"Now pull yourself together, Dickie. You're sounding just as desperate and frantic as the women in the movies. Of course, we'll help you get the baby out. You're not going home like this. If you had learned when you had the chance, this would be a lot easier. Sometimes when the baby is stuck, the doctor has to reach inside with her hands or some implements and help.

"We're not going to do that, but we will help you another way. One of the girls loves to do this. She is going to grasp the ball by the nozzle sticking out and begin pulling. She'll do this very slowly but steadily, because she's doesn't want to pull it out quickly. Yes, it will hurt a long time coming out because she's pulling so slowly- but if she rips it out, she could tear you apart. But then I would have to stitch you up. You don't want that, do you?

"You don't have to cry like a baby, Dickie. Of course we won't do that to you. You'd have tremendous pain there for months. Your blubbering is going to look great on the video. I think your video is going to be one of the most popular we have, and pretty girls from all over the city who volunteer here will want to watch it often. What are you going to say when you meet them for the first time at a party, and they giggle and look at you funny; and you know they've seen you swallowing your come and giving birth?

"But don't worry, Dickie. You won't need stitches, even though some of us girls have vaginas so small that they will end up getting stitches. We don't mind, because we want our beautiful babies so much.

"Do you feel her starting to pull? Yes, scream as loud as you want, but push at the same time, Dickie. I see a little more of the baby coming into sight. Your hole is beginning to expand to let it through. Ready? Push again, Dickie. Oh yes, Samantha, I know I promised you.

"Don't go all crazy, Dickie. Samantha likes to conduct this experiment whenever a boy is birthing. She wants to see if she can get him off while he's in total agony from the baby stretching his hole until it's huge. So she's going to work right now with her mouth, and then Tiffin wants a turn with her hands. But you need to ignore them if you can and focus on pushing again. There, I definitely saw movement. You're doing great. The baby is making progress.

"Yes, yell at Samantha and Tiffin, Dickie. Let it all out. This is a highly charged moment in your life, and they're distracting you. They won't hold what you say against you. Now it's time to push again. That was quite a shriek there, but it seems to have helped. The baby's more than half way out. It should only take one or two more pushes.

"Now I can tell you that you would have been done already and had a lot less pain if you had paid attention. Doing this on your back is the hardest and most painful way to do it. That's how they did it in the old days. You could have stood up and squatted or you could have gotten on your hands and knees. Both ways would have opened you up wider and taken advantage of gravity, just like you saw in the movies. We were ready to help you do those positions, but you didn't pay attention, so you didn't ask.

"Well, that scream and push almost did it, Dickie. You're screaming at Sam and Tiffin again. It looks like they've almost got you coming while you're going. You say you can't push while they're working on you. But that's why they're doing it. They want you to feel the baby as long as possible. Come on, show them you can do it, Dickie.

"Oh, you started pushing, but then you stopped. You just came all over yourself. I didn't think you had that much semen left. No wonder you knock up girls so easily. OK, you've had your fun, Dickie. Now let's push one more time. There, keep pushing. I know you're out of breath, but don't give up. Did you know some girls have labor for almost 24 hours? If you had just learned how to breathe the right way, I think you could have done it that time. OK, take a few deep breaths and now one more push. There it goes! The intern assisting you almost fell on her back- it came out so fast. I know that was really painful Dickie, so it's okay to cry. Yes, just let yourself go.

"You see the girls standing around you like statues. This always happens. When the baby comes out, it opens such a huge hole that they are stunned. You may have felt one or two of them putting their hands inside the hole and pulling them out before it started closing, but probably not because you were in too much pain. It's an amazing sight, and you're welcome to come by and look at the video whenever you want.

"Now the girls are coming out of their trance. Do you feel Sam and Tiffin kissing you and stroking you? All the girls are touching you gently all over your body in a soft, and soothing way. They feel really affectionate toward you right now. You could have your choice of them. Too bad you're in no shape for anything.

"The ones who really want to know you better will give me their phone numbers later, and I'll email the numbers and some sexy photos they've made of themselves to you. If you want to date any of them, you'll probably find them very responsive -- as long as you use protection. They will never forget what they saw here. Some of them get aroused whenever they see one of our patients and remember when they saw him here with his baby coming out.

"Of course, every girl is different. Some of our girls get excited in different ways when they watch you or your video. They will want some things from you in return for giving you some of the things you want. They won't put any babies into you like we did, but they may want to try some fingers or a hand or two. Your anus is back to normal size already, but the muscles there have a kind of memory. It will be a lot easier for the girls to explore you back there from now on. It will still hurt, but not nearly as much as today.

"If you aren't interested in that, you need to find out about them before you go on a date. We've heard that some of them have become experts at restraining boys. They even work as teams, with one of them hiding in the back seat of the car or in the closet of the girl's bedroom. Once they manage to put the restraints on, they enjoy playing with the bodies of the boys and doing things much more painful and humiliating than what we did to you today. Some of them share their videos with us. So my advice to you is from now on get to know the girls you date a little better before you start having sex. And most of all, be careful out there.

"OK, girls, enough kissing and caressing. Let's get Dickie cleaned up and dressed so an orderly can take him home. When you get home, your mom will have a hot bath waiting for you. I suggest you soak for an hour or so and then go right to bed. Tomorrow is Saturday, so you have the weekend to get better. For a week, you're still going to feel strong pain whenever you walk or do anything that affects the muscles inside your anus.

"In this bag is a year's supply of condoms. Once you feel like seeing girls again, we hope you always have one with you. And remember to make sure that you don't hook up with girls who haven't made a commitment to safety. Remember, also, you can call here and check to see if they are on our approved list.

"I don't think you want to ever come back here for another treatment. As I told you, none of our patients ever has. But I know that sooner or later, there will be a boy who is stupid enough to take another chance and we'll have our first repeat patient. You don't want to be that patient.

"We are still working out what we'd do if that ever happened, because it would have to be a much more memorable lesson than today's. Some of us are leaning toward something that sounds scary, but it's realistic too. After all, chances are that some of our interns will one day give birth to twins; and twins are so cute. Don't you think so, Dickie?" 



Protection Against Pornography Week



For one week in October, the government declares pornography awareness week. 

Oh, wait, wait, I take that back. The Bush Administration renamed it "Protection Against Pornography Week" a few years ago. I know, puts a whole new spin on it, doesn't it? Because when I first saw, "Pornography Awareness Week," I thought, hey, cool! We're gonna have open debates about condoms in porn, AIDS and STDs, childrens' safety and exposure and pornography addiction, right? What a good idea!

Erm... no? 

Apparently not.

Instead, groups like WRAP (White Ribbons Against Pornography--that's right, they've even appropriated a ribbon color for this one, folks. It was pink for breast cancer and yellow for the troops, and now it's white and pure as the driven snow for the anti-porn movement) and Girls against Porn (GAP) have taken up arms against all things sexually explicit. 

(What, you didn't know? That's right, informing young girls about sex and birth control simply encourages them to have it, so you should definitely tell them to "Just Say No"--but you should encourage them to take up the fight against porn. Uhhh...nevermind the question, "What's porn, Mom?" If you must supply an answer, just say: "Um, it's pictures and movies of people doing that thing we don't talk about and you're not allowed to do until you're married." Right. Silly me. What was I thinking? And if these "girls" are trying to market their message to WOMEN... I suggest they take off their Bratz Girlz Brigade logo and the Charlie's Angels Theme playing in the background...)

So during this whole week, right-wing conservatives and evangelical Christians will don their white ribbons of purity and campaign against the "degradation of Western culture" and for "safety and decency and the American way." 

*choke*

The American Way? 

Hold on. Last time I checked, this country was formed by those who were being religiously persecuted and who argued that no one should have the right to define how someone else lived their life. (Well, except for those indigenous peoples with those weird polytheistic views... those we had to slaughter... and then there were those colored folks we found on another continent... they had strange ways, too, so we had to "reform" them... oh, and enslave them...) 

Hm. Gee, maybe they're right. They are fighting for "The American Way," aren't they?

At least, the one we put into practice, rather than the one that's written down on paper. That's rather unfortunate, because the original wasn't a bad idea. That free speech thing? Kinda cool. 

But the religious extremists (who are getting more and more extreme, and growing in number, it seems) are now even going so far as to argue (get this!) that pornography itself causes terrorism. 

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That's right. Morality in the Media's (MIM) Robert Peters said that toughening obscenity laws and banning pornography "will...improve our national image in the war against religiously based terrorism."

Religiously based terrorism? Um... wait a minute here. Beep Beep Beep. Back the truck up a minute.

Let's look at the Principles of Terrorism, shall we?

1) No matter how horrific the act, it is justifiable to the terrorists as a means to achieve their goals.  (like, oh, I don't know, bombing abortion clinics?)

2) Common concepts of law, ethics, morality, logic or religion do not apply to terrorists. (Yep, we want to be able to impose our views upon an entire nation and curb your right to personal freedom, which, ya know, yeah, was kinda that freedom we came over here to fight for and base our country on and all... because it's for your own good, we said so, and we're just... right!) 

3) The creation of terror, mass hysteria and to demonstrate the powerlessness of government are all designed to force submission to the terrorist goals. (Porn is evil! Anyone who watches porn becomes immediately addicted! Everyone who works in the sex industry does it for the money and is being exploited! All pornographers are pedophiles! Children everywhere are being victimized! Mass hysteria anyone?) 

4) Terrorists do not view themselves as terrorists. (We're working for the good of the people, for safety and common decency, and who can argue with that?!) 

5) If the terrorist does not have to have the ability to carry out the act they only need to convince you that they have the ability (hoax). (We're going to wear white ribbons and write long diatribes on the Internet without any statistical backup or proof about the evils of porn, we're going to lobby our government and get that pesky Bill of Rights rescinded!) 

6) May result in backlash against the terrorist group if the attack is too horrific. (Say... bombing abortion clinics?)

7) Sometimes by forcing the government to take protective measures the terrorist can gain publicity and effect the public without actually launching an attack. (Like lobbying for the government sponsored CP80 Initiative to "protect" people from unintentional exposure to pornography?)

8 ) Terrorists seek recognition and acceptance for their cause. (Making Internet websites with Bratz Girls images and Charlie's Angels Themes?)

9) The objective is concession with or without negotiations. (Wasting resources by pursuing the evils of consenting adults involved in the production and viewing pornography with other consenting adults instead of other, more important, issues?)

10) Most terrorist organizations have a legal / public branch for negotiations and public support. (MIM , GAP, WRAP? Or perhaps other terrorists group fronts like Operation Rescue?)

Now... who's the religious terrorist organization again?

Don't MIM and GAP and WRAP (and other rhyming acronyms just like them) look like they're wearing the same shoes they're trying to put on those "religiously based terrorists" out there? And if the shoe fits...

Yet, they accuse the pornography industry of being "the most powerful network of cultural terrorists in the world?!"

"Um, Kettle, hi there, it's Pot. I was wondering if you hadn't noticed, perhaps, your own particular dark hue?"

It's not that I don't think there shouldn't be awareness. I'm all for awareness, where we talk openly about the sex industry, what's involved, the problems, the issues. I'm there for that one! But protection from pornography? No thanks. If you want protection from it, protect yourself. If you want to protect your children from it, then feel free. There's lots of ways to do so that don't involve government involvement or control.

The problem isn't sexual freedom at all. It's sexual repression. The more religious groups like this campaign for the abolition of sexually explicit material, the more it's going to show up. Remember Prohibition? Yeah, that didn't work either. Anything can be addictive. Even religious ideals, if zealots are any indication.

MIM's mouthpiece, Dr. Victor Cline, says: "In my experience as a sexual therapist, any individual who regularly masturbates to pornography is at risk of becoming, in time, a sexual addict, as well as conditioning himself into having a sexual deviancy and/or disturbing a bonded relationship with a spouse or girlfriend. A frequent side effect is that it also dramatically reduces their capacity to love. Their sexual side becomes, in a sense, dehumanized. Many of them develop an "alien ego state" (or dark side), whose core is antisocial lust devoid of most values."

Well, in my experience as a psychologist (hey, I can say that!) the risks of become a sex addict from masturbating to porn aren't all that great. For either gender. And banning pornography is analogous to banning Snickers because some people are food addicts. The problem isn't the substance... it's the addiction and addictive behavior.

Also, in my experience as a psychologist, I can tell you that it's actually the repression of the very sexual freedoms and inhibitions they're trying to prohibit that causes that "alien alter ego" and "dark side" to show up.

Think I'm wrong?

HBO did a documentary called Friends of God: A Road Trip in 2006, where Reverend Ted Haggard was quoted as saying: "Surveys show that evangelicals have the best sex life of anyone in the world."

Hm. Really? Perhaps he meant "the most deviant sex lives of anyone in the world?" That's where the dark side comes in... 

Soon after the documentary finished filming, Pastor Ted was accused of and admitted to purchasing methamphetamine from a male prostitute. He later admitted to having sex with the prostitute.

If you're not going to be open about your sexuality, it's going to sneak up and bite you in the ass one way or another. Banning porn isn't going to stop that. Talking about it? Bringing awareness to sexuality, including the pornography and the sex industry?

Gee, that just might. We should give that a try some time.

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Protection Racket



It was a whole new beginning.

Getting booted from the department had been unpleasant, sure, and no-one was exactly queuing up around the block to hire an ex-cop dismissed for excessive use of force...

...But there were always jobs for guys who knew how to handle themselves. Ex-cops, veterans, broken-down footballers and wrestlers who needed paycheck and weren't too picky about who they were working for. You could cross sides, and start working for one of the Bosses that ran things in the underworld.

So I traded my badge for a disposable phone and brass knuckles, and I started working the casino and club circuit, making my rounds and always waiting for a phone call to tell me to get over to such-and-such place to sort out some meathead who thought he didn't have to pay his way.

I set myself up with a downtown apartment, with a view of the river, and bought a new wardrobe of clothes that were good enough for Mr Vermicelli's clubs, but not so expensive that I couldn't handle disposing of them if they got torn or too bloody.

It wasn't exactly a progressive career path, but it was better than the unemployment line.

***

If you're going to bust heads, you better be strong.

If you're being paid to be that guy, it pays to invest in making sure that you've got the physique and the skills to do the business.

I starting rolling again, down at the Gracie Jiu Jitsu gym, and once a week I would put on a pair of 6oz gloves and do an hour's sparring in the cage - just me and a couple of the guys I rated.

Anyway, I found a second place, a little hole-in-the-wall gym about four blocks from my apartment, to lift weights at. Skills are fine, but sometimes nothing will suffice except brute force.

It was old-school - mainly bodybuilders on juice and a smattering of powerlifters and olympic lifters. The place stank of sweat, there were no treadmills and when I say 'black iron' I mean it: The place pretty much just contained rack after rack of bars, dumbells and thousands of kilos of heavy black iron. No B.S, just the stuff you need to get jacked.

It wasn't much, but it became home away from home, several nights of the week.

I had one run-in with some moron who mustn't have been wearing his glasses. He tried to strip down a barbell I was using... Pretty much when I was using it. We talked. We disagreed. He threw a punch and I put him down in about as much time as it took for him to lift his hand to me.

Later, after his buddies came back from dropping him to the hospital, they came and apologized... Said they hadn't known who I was.

Sometimes it's good to have a name. 

The thing about being top dog is, you get your pick of the spoils. And in that gym there was one particular benefit to being on the top of the pile.

***

I was in later than usual. The gym stayed open till 2am most nights, and I was there after midnight, on a rare night off.

As I was sitting on a bench near the mirrors, catching my breath between sets of bulgarian split squats, she walked behind me.

I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror and did a double-take.

DAMN!

My eyes tracked her across the gym floor as she swayed by. She wasn't the first broad I'd seen in the gym, but she was one of the first I'd seen in by herself, without a boyfriend, or who wasn't a jacked-up female bodybuilder with a man-chin.

This chick was built like a walking wet dream. 

Strong-looking, like she trained, sure, but with on top of that muscle she was still curvy and stacked... If sex was an olympic sport, this is what the athletes would have looked like. Hot, hot, hot. Practically built to get a guy hard.

She was wearing white athletic shoes, and skin-tight leggings that clung to long legs. My eyes wandered up and took in a perfectly rounded, juicy ass. I could see the faint imprint of a thong underneath, and it bounced, perfectly heart-shaped, as she walked. She had a neat waist, and the neon yellow tank top she was wearing clung to a pretty jaw-dropping rack. This chick had that kind of high-end boob job you see on the latest generation of hollywood actress: Not improbably big and cheap looking, like some 90s porn starlet... But somehow natural-looking even though you could tell by their DD size that they probably weren't wholly authentic on her athletic frame.

I could tell by the hint of rippling muscle underneath the spandex that this was a chick who took her training seriously. A beautiful combination of soft, yielding flesh (man, that ass.. Those tits!) and tight, gym-honed muscle. I figured maybe a dancer, a pro athlete, or a high-end prostitute.

She tossed her shoulder length black hair, tied in a single pony-tail, and I caught a glimpse of high, slavic cheekbones and flashing green eyes. Her full lips quirked, slightly amused, as she caught me turning my head to look after her.

'Damn,' I said to myself, shaking me my head and picking up my dumbells to continue my workout.

About fifteen minutes later I eventually finished up, and was strolling towards the locker-room. I'd partially forgotten the girl in the tight pants until I heard a kind of commotion from one of the rooms just off the main gym floor. It was a kind of annex, filled with some of the more niche tools... Kettlebells, indian clubs, some other stuff that guys occassionaly used to fill in gaps in their training.

At first I took the grunting noises to just be someone working out intensely, but I could hear voices too... Low, but urgent.

'Yeah... That's it... Damn, girl... Frickin' work my cock...'

There was the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, and as I came into the room I realized that Marco, one of the newer guys hanging around the bodybuilding crew lately, was standing in the corner with his pants down around his ankles.

'Ahh.... You frickin' slut... I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard after this...'

My eyes widened when I saw that the girl from earlier was on her knees, caught between Marco and the dumbell rack. She still wore those second-skin pants, but somewhere along the way her halter top had come off, along with her sports bra, and I could see that she was naked from the waist up. She seemed to be squirming, caught against the rack and Marco's pumping hips.

'Uuuuugh.... Aaaagh... Not so rough, please...' She was breathing hard, and her pretty face was twisted in discomfort as Marco had her pony-tail wound around his hand.

'Shut it, babe... If you didn't want this you shouldn't have led me on.... You weren't exactly objecting when I started touching you up...'

Marco's cock was sliding in and out of the girl's epic cleavage. She had her arms crossed, pushing up her tits and forming a sweat-slicked valley for him to plough. His whole body was quivering with apparent pleasure, and each time he threw his hips forward his dick would slither through her compressed tits and slap wetly off her chin.

I bunched my fists up and stepped closer. I'm no knight in shining armor, but I could see an angle here....

'MARCO!'

He ignored me, and suddenly he seemed to become almost animalistic as he sped up the pace of his tit-fuck. The girl was moaning and biting her lip as he kept yanking on her pony-tail.

'MARCO, What the hell are you doing forcing yourself on-....'

The idiot finally saw me, in the mirror in front of him, and two things happened.

One: Marco's eyes bulged in fear. He'd seen me break a guy's jaw and fracture his cheekbone, popping the guy's eye out, in this very gym. I looked pissed, and he knew I had the ability to follow through.

Second: He came. Like a damn horse.

Groaning, he went stiff as a board and one of his hands caught onto his cock and jacked it furiously. He fell away from the girl, who squealed in surprise as he finally let go of her hair. Hot, pearly semen started pumping onto her, although by then she had turned her face to me and seemed more surprised about seeing me than about the jizz splattering her. It fell in thick ropes on those heaving tits, and a particularly thick chunk hit off her shoulder and ended up on a nearby dumbell.

Marco was on his ass, breathing hard, still holding his cock. It was still twitching, and a final, surprisingly powerful, squirt emerged and painted a last line of semen on the girls' leg. It landed right on her quad, and she automatically dropped one hand to wipe it away. Unconsciously, she brought that hand to her full lips and licked, even as she continued looking at me with wide eyes.

'Jeez man, I'm sorry... I didn't know... I mean, she was so hot and I started talking to her.. .And she was kind of flirty and didn't seem to be telling me to beat it, so.....' His mouth was running away with itself, as he stood and quickly pulled on his shorts. 'I started kind of feeling her up, and it was like she just let me... So...'

He shrugged.

'...I figured she was fair game...Thought I might break me off some of that ass... I didn't know you were into her, or whatever..'

I jerked my head sideways, towards the exit back to the main gym.

'Get out of here, Marco. And don't even look at this broad again.'

He practically ran, cock still hard and forming a tent under his shorts.

I approached her, as she was pulling her tank top back over her semen-coated chest. She didn't bother with the sports bra. A combination of sweat and jizz meant that I could make out the outline of that perfect rack, heaving up and down. Idly, I noticed she had exceptionally long nipples, standing out like bullets. She was still on her knees, but was making to get up.

'Stay there for a sec, honey'.

She obeyed, pouting slightly, and I put my hands on my hips in front of her.

'Did that guy force you to do anything you didn't want to do?'

She hesitated, and then shook her head.

'Nyet.... I mean, no...' 

She had an eastern european accent... Russian maybe? Could have been lithuanian or latvian for all I knew... They all sounded alike to me.

'But thank you... He was rough... I was not liking that. My name is Sasha...' She raised perfectly plucked eyebrows at me. 'And you are...-'

'Slade,' I grunted, considering her carefully. 'So why'd you...' I pointed to her tits with one hand.

'Well...' She shrugged, 'Where I come from is a very rough place, and it is not considered a good idea for girl to... embarrass.. a guy. To tell him to get lost... Maybe he is tough guy, like gangster, in place like this, after all. Angry guys can get... How you say? Physical.' She tilted her head at me. 'So I get him off. Is no big deal... With my tits... I can make a guy cum on me and is no problem... Why not? I like this myself too, so is easy.'

She pushed out her chest, as if this was almost self explanatory. I wondered how many cocks in this gym had jerked off onto those puppies, or squeezed between them. It seemed likely that more than a few guys had realised she was a girl who didn't like to say no. I guessed that Sasha spent a lot more time on her knees sucking big dicks than she did actually getting her workouts done.

'Yeah, and if he wanted to fuck your ass afterwards, like he said?'

Sasha grimaced. 'I would not like this... With him... Some of the guys are pigs in here... I try only to use hands and titties to make them leave me alone...' Her eyes seemed to glitter as she stared at me. '...But strong guy like you come along and I have no problem anymore. I have only one man to take care of then. I can get back to my training, maybe.'

She shuffled a little closer on her knees, pressing that prodigious rack against my thighs. She hugged herself against me, and I felt that wonderful combination of softness and firmness. Her faced was turned up towards me, and her hands crept up to rest on my ass on either side.

'I could give special treats... to guy like you.. I am a good girl. I know how to make a man feel like king, yes? I have tight body, and I know what men want me to do... I will show you, yes?' Sasha grinned at me, and her hands move to the waistline of my shorts, pulling them down slowly. I didn't stop her, and after a moment my erection flopped free.

My thick helmet slapped against her cheek and nine thick inches of engorged dick was suddenly hovering right up next to that pretty eastern european face. It left a thin trail of pre-cum across one cheek.

'Mr. Slade....' She breathed, wrapping one long-fingered hand around my penis and beginning to gently jerk me off. 'You have... how you say... Very ginormous cock..'

Then she opened those bee-stung lips and took me into her mouth. Her tongue began slithering over me and if the sweat from my having just worked out bothered her, she gave no sign. Her hands got busy- one rubbing my balls, the other going under them and coming up to playfully press on my asshole. As her hot mouth worked on my dick there was the hint that she might suddenly spear one delicate finger into my ass, and I found the threat decidedly erotic.

It was amazing, sure, but I guess I've had better blow-jobs, objectively speaking. I've had my dick drained by the throats of high-end mafia escorts that charge thousands of dollars an hour. These chicks weren't any better looking than Sasha... Not in my view, anyhow... But they were the cream-of-the-crop of professionals and, like I said, they gave a better blow-job, some of them.

But damn, this chick was banging hot. That perfect body was down on its knees in front of me, tits squished up against me and I could hear soft grunting as worked up to deep-throating me. I could dimly see a few splashes of Marco's cum in her hair, and a part of me was pointing out that this chick was clearly a complete freak.

But like I said - banging hot.

She'd only been working on me for about three minutes and I could feel my balls beginning to churn. Her finger was circling my ass, and I guessed she was going to use the old trick of penetrating me just as she felt my orgasm come on. I'd shoot like a hose and squeal like a pig at the same time. I guess some girls like to feel like they're getting their own back for all the attention we give their asses.

My hand closed on her pony-tail and I impatiently yanked her up to her feet, using my other hand to catch her by her halter-top at the shoulder. She was an athletic chick, but next to me she was light as a feather, and I spun her around and had her bent over the dumbell rack pratically before she knew what was happening.

I kicked her legs apart like I was going to frisk her for weapons, and took in the view. Bent over the weights, her tits were pressing up against the mirror and her face too, turned sideways. I could see that she was wide-eyed, her mouth open in an 'O' of surprise. One of my hands still gripped her pony tail, and the other now slid down her back in a smooth motion.

I slipped a hand into her pants and jerked them sharply down as far as her knees. The lycra gave easily, and I felt my heartbeat increase in pace as I saw that her ass was bisected now only by a painfully thin piece of floss. It was a thong so miniscule that it was barely there. With her legs spread I could actually see everything already... Her, puffy, shaven pussy... A rivulet of sweat from her exertions running down the small of her back into the crack of her ass... And a perfect, puckered asshole over which that thin piece of floss ran like a final obstacle, teasing me.

I growled, and ripped the thong right off her ass. She seemed to jump a little as it caught and then snapped on one tanned hip, but I detected a note of arousal in the whimper she let out. I could see her bite her lip, and move one hand down from the mirror to catch her right nipple. As I moved my hips in closer to her I saw that she was rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

'Oh... My god... What are you going to do to me? She moaned. 'Are you going to jerk off on me... Are you, how you say... Shoot your load on me...?'

I chuckled, and, taking hold of my cock, I started running it up and down between her ass cheeks. Her butt was lush, a quivering heart-shaped sex-toy that practically cried out for me. This chick may have been a freak, but she had a body made for sin and I intended to squeeze my pleasure out of it.

Slapping her ass with an open hand made her moan even louder, and I spanked her twice more, continuing to rub my cock up and down. The pressure in my balls was still there, an aching that was going to have to earn release soon. I could feel tension through her ass and hamstrings and Sasha was pressing herself back against me.

'You can come in my mouth if you want.... But don't fuck me in my pussy without a rubber... Please....' She breathed, continuing to tweak her fat nipple and bite her lip.

'I ain't going to do you in the pussy. And I might come in your mouth, but not yet.' I decided that was enough talk, and, satisfied that my cockhead was slick with our mingled sweat and juices now, I placed it against her puckered asshole.

'Oh....' Sasha moaned a final time, and then she was holding her breath as I forced my cock up her ass.

She fought me a little, but I think it was unconsciously. Let's be honest: Taking a cock like mine in your ass is going to hurt, even if it isn't the first time you've had a big guy decide that he wants to pound your asshole with his cock until he shoots his load. Her ringpiece kind of tensed up, and I had to grit my teeth and throw my hips forward. My cock pressed against her insistently and then won the day, sliding past her ring-piece and into the warm depths of her ass.

'Aaaaaaaaaah... Fuck, you're big... Your cock is big in my ass...' She grunted, and then seemed to relax. Her asshole was a tight seal around my cock, but suddenly it felt like it was fluttering against my shaft, and I was making headway. Inch by inch my dick slid into her, snaking its way into her tight ass until I bottomed out.

It felt warm, tight and a little like heaven. She was sweaty, she smelled a little like jizz, but I grunted with pleasure and wrapped my tugged her pony tail as I began to ride her.

Buggering a chick like Sasha was a pretty great way to round off any workout, and judging by the way she was reacting, she seemed to agree. Her knees seemed to give out after a couple of minutes of me nailing her hard, and she rested most of her weight, breathless, onto the rack in front of her as I continued to bang her. I was happy to half hold her up over the weights as I screwed her... I figured considering I was sodomising her for my pleasure that was the least I could do. She seemed to groaning with what I hoped was pleasure, and judging by the occassional series of spasms that I could feel through her asshole I figured she was getting off on this too, with any luck.

Finally, it came to an end, as all good things must. I had pumped myself to a crescendo, and eventually her tight, clasping asshole got the best of me.

'UUUUuuughh...' I exhaled and felt my glutes clench tight as I began to come. 'Get down on your knees, honey...' Having to act quickly, I practically yanked my cock back the way it had came, and it popped free of her quivering ass without ceremony.

Sasha summoned some final reserve of energy, spinning fluidly down and around back to her knees in front of me. My cock was twiching and my eye closed as the orgasm came on me like a storm. I heard a rustle and, opening my eyes, saw that she'd tugged up her halter top and cast it aside.

Coming up high on her knees she squished those perfect globes around my cock and started pumping. The sensation from the titfucking was almost too much pleasure and I reached down and swatted her back a little. She compromised by wrapping both hands around the shaft of my cock, jacking me off as I finally erupted.

Eyes open and locked on mine, Sasha took my load like a pro, staring at me smokily through the whole thing. 

I've always shot a lot, and this time she had worked me up with her tight ass so that when I blew, it was like a goddam fire-hose. I came heavily, and I kept coming, thick ropes of white jizz that splattered off her face and ran in thin rivulets down her neck, pooling on the tops of her breasts and at the base of her throat.




Protection Racket



I gasped and closed my eyes. It felt like she was wringing every ounce of cum from me. A few splashes coated her lips, and she licked them for me as I continued to ejaculate onto her. The last few eruptions soaked her hands with salty cum, even as she continued to pump me.

Eventually, I whistled faintly and stepped back away from her, pulling my shorts up and shaking my head at her.

'Damn, girl. You're something else.'

Sasha seemed to be considering whether it was worth donning her tank top yet again. Her tits and face were thoroughly caked with cum now. Frowning, she eventually settled on some kind of crazy compromise and pulled on her tight sports bra. Her tank top she threw over her shoulder like a towel, and came smoothly to her feet. I realized, surprised, that she was a lithe five feet ten inches, almost as tall as me.

'Well, Mr. Slade... You are... quite something... yourself. Always when I come to this gym I find the bad boys come on to me.' She grinned wickedly. 'But maybe if I train when you are around you could... Look after me...'

I cracked my knuckles.

'Sure, Sasha. But you know... There'd have to be some quid pro quo....'

She shrugged breezily, and walked towards the door. I followed the sway of her perfect ass, and felt my cock stir again improbably soon.

Looking back, she raised one eyebrow. 'I do not know this... quid pro quo.... But I know that I will let me... how you say.... bang me... however and whenever you want. My ass, my mouth, my titties... I will be your cum toy. But you keep other idiots off me. We have deal?

It was a deal alright.

Like I said, it was a whole new beginning.



Protective



I've always been my parent's baby girl. They are, let's say, a little over protective, wanting to wrap me in cotton wool all the time. The world just doesn't work that way. Would you believe they vet my boyfriends before I'm allowed to date them, and when I say vet they do a real investigation. It's a little scary at times.

Still, I can't complain about their generosity. They bought me this really neat little car for my eighteenth birthday and paid for an advanced driving course so that they could be reasonably certain I'd be safe on the roads.

Still, it doesn't matter how safe you try to keep someone, accidents happen. I'd been for a drive into the country, just buzzing around, happy to get out of the house for a while. I'd been down a number of back roads. I find them a lot more interesting than, and not nearly as dangerous as, the major roads. You're highly unlikely to be tailgated by a humongous truck highballing down a small country road. 

It turns out that country roads have their own hazards. I'm not talking about the occasional cow on the road, though I have seen that. I'm talking about a common farmyard implement.

There I was driving down the road, not going overly fast, when I saw something lying on the road ahead. It looked like a stick and I ignored it. It didn't ignore me. I felt something go badly wrong as soon as I hit that stick. There was a loud noise and the car became very hard to steer. I pulled off to the side of the road and got out.

Did you know that puncture proof tyres will let you drive over nails and glass and other sharp objects without a problem? It's true. It turns out that a puncture proof tyre won't let you drive over a pitchfork. I ask you, a pitchfork? Who leaves pitchforks lying around in the middle of the road?

Two of the tines had pierced my tyre and when I drove on the pitchfork had just ripped a couple of great tears in the tyre. With holes that size the tyre wouldn't hold bricks, let alone air. And the pitchfork was still imbedded in the tyre. 

I had a spare tyre. All I had to do was change it. Now I'm quite intelligent. I learn things easily and am quite adept at anything I turn my hand to, with one notable exception. I am mechanically inept. Even something as simple as a changing a tyre was a challenge to me. 

I mean, it's simple, right? Jack up the car, loosen the nuts, take off the wheel, put on the wheel, tighten nuts, lower the car and off I go. Right?

Or is that, loosen the nuts and then jack up the car? How does the jack work? Where do you put it under the car? I was in trouble. Still, I wouldn't get anywhere if I didn't start. I got out my jack and my tools and the spare tyre. So far so good. I was pretty sure it was loosen the nuts before jacking up the car, and finish taking them off afterwards.

So how do you loosen those stupid nuts? Which way do they turn? Where the nuts on my car wheel were concerned they didn't turn in either direction. I was about to admit defeat and ring for help when there was a welcome diversion.

"Having trouble, love?" someone asked.

Looking around, there were two men standing in the paddock next to the road.

"Um, I've run over a pitchfork and have to change my wheel, but I'm not very good at it," I admitted.

The older man promptly clouted the younger man over the back of his head. 

"Now you know where you lost the damn thing," he said. "Get over there and change the girl's tyre. Seeing it was your carelessness that destroyed her tyre you can just pay her for a new tyre as well."

"Oh, there's no need to pay for the tyre," I protested. "My tyres are old and I'm due for a new set. My father said he'd get me a set because he can get a discount through his work. But thank you for offering. I would appreciate the wheel being changed, though." 

The two men hopped the fence and it was pretty obvious that they were used to working as a team. One started loosening the nuts even while the other man was positioning the jack and getting ready to crank it. They did in ten minutes what would have taken me an hour or more, stowing the dead wheel and putting the tools away.

"Thank you so much," I said, smiling happily. "I don't know how to thank you."

"That's OK," said the older man, and he was smiling, too. "We do." 

I was like, "What?" wondering what he meant and he grabbed me. I mean, just like that he grabbed hold of me, literally picked me up, and laid me on the grass at the side of the road.

Not only that but he started tugging at my clothes. It was a beautifully sunny day and all I had on was a strapless sundress and my underwear. It was all I needed. The sundress had this nice elasticized top that held it snugly over my breasts, and with a strapless bra on under it, I could get my shoulders tanned without any strap marks. 

I found out that it also meant that anyone who took hold of the top and pulled it firmly down could strip it right off me with a minimum of fuss. Fine, when it was me doing the stripping, but not quite so fine when it was someone else. The man had my dress off in no time at all and then he pulled my panties off. I couldn't believe it.

The man then let me go and I promptly sat up, which was what he expected me to do it seemed. He grabbed my hands and the younger man stepped up behind me and unclipped my bra, which promptly fell off. Then I was pushed down onto the grass again, completely naked. Except for my shoes. I still had my shoes on.

The older man settled onto the ground next to me, stretching one of his legs out so that is was wedged between mine. While I would have liked to push him away, that idea was a non-starter, due to the younger man catching my wrists and holding my hands above my head. 

I just couldn't believe it when the older man started stoking my breasts. He seemed fascinated by my nipples, pinching then and rubbing them, encouraging them to stand out.

"Stop that," I snapped at him. "You can't do that." 

"Yes, I can," he said. "Watch."

With that he started rubbing and kneading my breasts, even going so far as to bend down and kiss them and he even sucked on my nipples. I tried to tell him I didn't want him doing that, but was he listening? Not so that you'd notice. Then things got even worse.

He reached down and placed his hand squarely over my privates. Like, he just reached down and his hand completely covered my mound, and then he started rubbing it. I'd been upset when he touched my breasts. You can imagine how I felt now. 

"You stop that," I demanded. "I don't want you touching me there. I don't want you touching me anywhere! Full stop!"

You notice I didn't say he can't do it. He'd have insisted that he could and would have demonstrated.

"Listen, love," he said, sounding exasperated. "Why don't you stop your whining? I'm doing what I want to and your yapping isn't going to stop me. Instead of complaining about it, why don't you just shut up and consider how it actually feels? If you stop to think you'll probably find that you actually like it."

Right. As far as I was concerned not another word would escape my lips. Let him touch me. See if I cared.

As a matter of fact I did. It felt strange, having a man run his hands over me, and they kept on touching me. First it was my breasts, then my privates, then back to my breasts, pinching my nipples, back to stroking my mons and probing softly along my lips, his fingers actually slipping between them and into me. AND I KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT!

I have to admit I also paused to consider what it really felt like instead of just saying, "Oo, ah, a man. Get it off me." I said it felt strange but I have to admit that it wasn't strange in a bad way. That's not saying it felt good. Just not bad. Right up until he played a dirty trick on me.

"Did you know your clitoris is just here," he asked affably, touching me somewhere and I screamed at the shock of that touch.

"Don't do that!" I shrieked, and he laughed. 

"Sensitive little thing, aren't you," he said. "I think you're coming along nicely."

With that he adjusted his position, coming around to kneel between my legs. I was wondering what he was up to and then I saw him undoing his trousers. To my shock he exposed himself, his penis right there in front of me. It was gross. How could he do that? It was also rather on the large size. I hadn't realised they grew that big. There again, with my knowledge, how could I tell if it was a big one or not? Suffice to say it certainly looked big to me.

I don't know about being a sensitive little thing, but I was sure an innocent little thing. I didn't get the significance of his cock being out until he started stroking it along my lips. Then I twigged.

"No," I said, very firmly. "You can't do that." 

Stupid me. He said exactly the same as when I told him he couldn't earlier.

"Yes, I can. Watch."

His hands dragged my lips apart and he pushed the head of his cock between them, letting my lips close over him. Then he gave a sudden push and something broke and it hurt.

"Argh," I screamed. "That hurts. Stop it. Stop it now."

"Geez," he grumbled. "Whinge, whinge, whinge. That bit always hurts for the first time, but the pain doesn't last long. Instead of moaning and carrying on, watch as the rest of it goes in. You'll find that it won't hurt anymore. You may actually find you like it. Most girls do." 

The rest of it? I forced myself to look down at where he was assaulting my delicate body. It was a case of, oh my god. It seemed that hardly any of his cock had actually gone into me. There was a huge amount waiting to go in. I was staring at it, horrified, when I felt a little jolt and saw a bit more of it vanish. Not into thin air, which was my fervent hope, but into me, barging its way down my passage.

I kept on watching and his cock kept on sinking in. I could feel myself stretching as he forced his way along, making me adjust to fit him in. Why couldn't he damned well shrink to the size of my passage? Why did I have to be stretched? Stretched I most certainly was, and he kept on stretching me until his whole erection was inside me.

"There," he said. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"

I found I'd completely forgotten about that stab of pain. Let me tell you, if I'd thought that his touching me felt strange, it was nothing to the strangeness of having his cock inside me. I'd never been so aware of my body in my life. No. It wasn't strange, bad, but strange, I don't know what. I did feel amazingly alive though.

"Now, I trust you know enough to know that you're supposed to move with me?" 

I didn't dignify that with an answer. Of course I knew. I think. Just how did you move when a man was in you? I mean, I was pinned to the ground. I should wave my arms and legs around and squeal and shout, "Rape?" I don't think that was the sort of movement he meant. I waited.

He pulled his cock back, almost taking it right out (no such luck), and then pushed it back into me, moving a lot faster than when he made his first entrance to my poor violated body. With that plunging thrust things snapped into focus.

For a start, it was a case of, "Oh, wow," and I knew why he said girls liked it. It was wonderful. Second, my sex education knowledge kicked in. Of course, he'd keep sticking his cock into me and I was supposed to push to meet it. That's what he was trying to tell me. I was ready for his next thrust, pushing my hips up to meet him and he seemed to go in faster and deeper. 

From then on it was a case of, "Oo, ah, yes, wow, oh my god, yes, yes, yes, etc." I was liking it just fine, pushing up to meet him with gay abandon. (I noticed that he didn't complain about me mouthing off when I was signalling approval, just when I complained. A typical man, with a typically sensitive ego.)

I realised later that he'd actually started off slowly, giving me time to adjust. Not that it mattered, he was soon banging me hard and fast, and I was bouncing about under him, trying my best to match him. It seemed to me at the time that he just kept going and going, with each stroke building on the excitement I was feeling. 

I'm not sure how long we spent bumping bellies, and I didn't care. All I knew was that he was bringing me pleasure and that it would keep coming for as long as I let him drive into me. (Let him? Like I was given a choice in the matter.)

Being rather new at this sort of thing I didn't know what to make of it when he suddenly seemed to go berserk, banging his cock into me at a great rate. I found out fast enough. My pleasure seemed to just explode through me as I climaxed, gasping and yelling with the shock of it.

I just slumped against the ground feeling replete, not wanting to move, while he rolled off me, taking his instrument of pleasure with him.

I didn't have long to lie there and consider what had happened. The second man (and just when did he let go my hands, I wondered) was rolling me over onto my tummy. He was pulling my hips up and I found myself scrambling to get my knees under me. I was thinking he wanted me to be able to crawl and was raising myself, while cursing him for an idiot, but he firmly pushed my head down onto my arms. He wanted me head down, bum up, for some reason.

I know. I was rather slow, especially when you consider what had just taken place. 

I was just grumbling, "What are you doing?" when I found out.

I was most indignant to find he was pushing his cock into me. He hadn't spent any time on stroking my body and getting me aroused enough to take him. He'd left all that stuff to the other guy. Now he was just helping himself without so much as a by your leave.

I would have told him off but all those pleasant feelings started rolling through me again. He plunged into me and I found myself automatically raising my bottom and pushing towards him, taking him in hard and deep. Just like that it was, "wow, oo, ah," time again, with this new cock doing terrible things to my fragile nerves. I decided to put off telling him off until afterwards.

It was the younger man's performance that made me realise how gentle the first man had actually been. (Only at the start. He was really giving it to me at the end.) This guy started with a bang and kept it up. He had one pace, hard and fast and keep going until you drop. Not that I was objecting to hard and fast. I was already aroused so all I had to do was adjust my style to match the younger man and everything was fine. 

I must admit to being a little disappointed in this new assault. True, he took me good, banging away until I climaxed, but he was in such a hurry to get there. Goodness me, if I hadn't already been well served by the older man I might not even have reached a finish, and wouldn't that have been a sad state of affairs. 

I climaxed with a bit of a squeal, a trifle disappointed. My first climax had been much more intense. I guess men have a learning curve, getting better when they get older. Something for me to think about in the future.

As soon as we'd climaxed the young guy was getting up off me, the older man urging him to get along. They had more work to do and couldn't spend the whole day lollygagging around. He actually said 'lollygagging'. I'd never heard that word used in a serious conversation before. 

"You'd better hurry up and get dressed, love," the older man told me. "Lie around like that and you might find someone else spots you and you could be there all day."

I knew good advice when I hear it. I dressed quickly, hopping in my car and heading homeward. An unusual day, I have to admit, what with the flat tyre, the men changing it for me, and the men taking advantage of me.

Still, there were a couple of pluses. I did get my tyre changed without having to call for help, for a start. The other thing was that I could tell my mother that a couple of men had jumped me but I was able to handle them with no problems, so she wouldn't have to be quite so protective of me in the future.



Protective Custody



As soon as Luke Carlito saw the dark figure enter his club he knew it had to be a cop. Luke was the manager here at the Palomino Gentlemen's Lounge, and he also acted as bouncer when the need arose. He always kept an eye on the door, both to keep out the riff-raff and to size up potential troublemakers. Plainclothes cops he could also spot, but he generally didn't mind them coming in unless they were looking for a reason to bust the joint, but that didn't happened very often as the Palomino was a high class strip club, or perhaps just a little less seedy than most.

The cop was wearing sunglasses, and had flashed a badge to get in the door, and was now searching the crowd as if looking for something or somebody. Luke then noticed it wasn't a male cop, it was a WOMAN with a slightly muscular build, maybe in her late thirties, wearing a dark jacket and black jeans, a little rough in appearance, but still quite attractive.

"Can I help you?" he asked, approaching her.

"Maybe," she responded, giving him a quick glance at her badge before putting it back into her pocket. "I'm Detective Lil St. Jean of the Metro Police. You got a gal working here by the name of April Breeze?"

"Yeah, we got April. Cute little blonde. She's around here somewhere," he said, scanning the club with his eyes. "She in trouble? You want I should go get her?"

"No, it's alright, I'll find her myself," she said. "It's not a big deal. I just need to talk with her."

"Well, call me if you need me," he said, adding, "I'm always ready to help the police of our fair city."

"Whatever," she muttered, moving past him.

Luke stared appreciatively at her ass as she walked away. Normally he wouldn't allow an unescorted woman here into the Palomino, as all too often they were either hookers or customer's wives --- and either of those were bad for business. But this Detective St. Jean was different, he noted, smiling approvingly at her short, scraggly dark hair, which went well with her dark eyes and pouty mouth. Also, those tight black jeans she wore gave her a sort of biker-chick look, menacing but sexy. 

"I wouldn't kick her out of bed," he mumbled to himself, then went back to work behind the bar.

Meanwhile, pretty blonde April Breeze was about to return to the dressing room to change for her next set when she heard a female voice behind her ask, "April, is that you?" At the same time she felt a hand gently grab her upper arm. She turned to see who it was.

"Detective St. Jean?" she said in a surprised voice. "What are YOU doing in here?"

"I need to talk with you, April." Lil responded. "Somewhere privately."

"Somewhere privately? In here?" the girl asked. "The only area here with any privacy this time of night is the lap-dance rooms in the back."

"That'll work," Lil responded. "Let's go."

"But they're only for lap-dances, Detective!" April protested. "Otherwise Luke doesn't like any of us girls being back there."

Lil thought about this for a second. "Fine," she said, "You're giving me a lap-dance then. Now move!"

"Lap-dances are twenty bucks a pop here," the blonde added, amused. "Half of that goes to the house. You sure you want to spend that much just to talk to me?"  

"Get going," the detective said. "I've got enough money and this is important."

"OK," April said, instinctively grabbing Lil's hand and leading her toward the back rooms. The other club patrons leered at the sight of the pretty blonde leading the dark-haired woman toward the lap-dance area. They'd have much rather watched the older woman get her table dance right there in front of them. That would have been fun to watch. But just then their attention was riveted back to the main stage as Sophia, the red haired feature dancer, suddenly yanked off her top exposing a pair of huge tits to the approving roars of the mostly male crowd looking on.

While the hooting and hollering continued, April and the detective reached the relatively quiet lap-dance rooms. Lil handed the girl a twenty and smiled at her. "In you go," she said, motioning toward an empty booth.

Detective St. Jean then followed the girl in, and seated herself on the comfortable, plush sofa inside before turning her attention to the pretty blonde now standing before her, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"Rico broke out of jail earlier tonight, April," she told the girl. "We think he could be heading this way."

April paled at the news. "You're joking," she gasped. "Rico's out? He's free?."

"I'm afraid so," Lil responded, then looked around. "Maybe you'd better start dancing for me so that we don't draw attention while we talk. It'll look more natural than you just standing there gaping at me."

"Sure," the girl said quietly. "Yes, of course." 

April Breeze had been dancing here at the Palomino for about six months now. The beautiful 22-year old had moved here after the drug trial of her ex-boyfriend, Rico, which had ended with his conviction on two counts, and a sentence of eight years at the state pen. Rico was bad news, abusive to her and always in trouble with the law over drugs and/or weapons violations. April's testimony had helped put him away after the police discovered three kilos of his coke in her apartment, with him then trying to say it was hers. It was Detective St. Jean who had convinced April to turn state's evidence in exchange for keeping her out of jail and her record clean. The D.A. had agreed, and April had taken this job shortly thereafter. But now Rico was apparently back out on the street, as the detective had just informed her.

"You're supposed to be giving me a lap-dance, April, remember?" Lil reminded her.

The pretty blonde nodded, and immediately began moving her body to the music. In addition to having beach blonde hair that reached down just past her slender shoulders, the young beauty possessed a creamy complexion with perfectly formed breasts, and a gorgeous round ass that the customers here drooled over. Currently she had on a white lace teddy with matching high heels and stockings that showed off a pair of incredibly hot, silky long legs that moved very seductively when she danced. Lil thought she looked a lot like that singer, Shakira.

"So what am I supposed to do now, Detective?" April asked, looking concerned. "Do you really think Rico might be coming here to get me?"

Deep down, Lil St. Jean didn't think much of that possibility. Rico was probably making a beeline for the border right now, where more than likely he'd be nabbed by the feds. But she didn't want April to take this possible threat lightly. She stared at the girl's beautiful body swaying sensually before her as she thought of an answer.

"Revenge is always a possibility. Your testimony did play a key role in his conviction. And you know how psycho he is."

April's body continued its sensuous movements and the detective couldn't help but take notice. This girl was truly beautiful, her body seductive and silky as it swayed provocatively before her eyes. Lil ran her tongue over her lower lip as she stared transfixed at the girl's gorgeous scantily-clad body. April smiled. She'd seen that same look before from her male customers. So she did now what she always did when she got that look: she slowly turned around, offering Lil a view of her sexy rear end. The detective watched mesmerized as the blonde's gorgeous panty-covered butt swayed into view, wiggling ever so seductively before her. Lil had to fight the urge to reach out and grab one of those curvaceous cheeks. She had never before entertained this kind of desire for another woman, but watching April's body was affecting her in a very unexpected way. She licked her lips before speaking.

"Why don't you stay with me tonight, April?" she suggested. "You know, just to be on the safe side. Rico would never look for you at my place, and I'd love to have you."

The dancer turned around and stared at her. "Really? You'd let me do that? Stay at you place?" The girl's eyes shined with gratitude and relief.

Lil smiled and assured her, "I insist you come home with me tonight. When do you get off work?"

"In just half an hour, at eleven"

"That's perfect," Lil said. "Then it's settled. You're in my 'protective custody' as of right now. And just to be extra safe I want you to remain back here with me in this private booth until you leave tonight, just in case Rico decides to make an appearance. Got that?"

"Yes, ma'am, if you say so," smiled the younger girl. "Let me go tell Luke. He won't mind --- not as long as you continue to buy table dances for the rest of my shift!"

"Don't worry, the metro police budget can afford it," laughed Lil. "Now hurry your pretty little ass back here." She patted April's butt and the girl giggled and ran up front to inform her boss.

When she returned, April didn't think Lil would actually insist she continue dancing for the remaining half hour, but she was wrong. As soon as she re-entered the booth, Lil handed her five twenty dollar bills, saying, "This should cover us 'til quitting time, I think. And I want my money's worth, young lady. I never throw away a hundred bucks needlessly. Now, unless I'm mistaken, aren't you supposed to strip totally nude during these private dances?"

April began to protest, but clearly the detective was in the right, so she nodded and resumed dancing, slowly peeling off her skimpy top, exposing her two ripe, well-formed breasts. Lil thought they looked about the size of tennis balls, only a lot more enticing.

"You've got a gorgeous body," Lil sighed, watching her every move. "Such incredibly soft skin. And such beautiful tits!"

"Why, thank you, detective," April responded, smiling shyly, continuing to move her body sensually to the music. "I'm glad you find me attractive." 

"Yes I do. Tell me, April, do you have a boyfriend?" Lil asked her. "Anyone since Rico?"

"No, ma'am," the girl responded, moving slightly closer. "Not yet, anyway. Oh, I've had plenty of offers, but the guys around here seem just as creepy as Rico was. I'm giving up on men for a while, I think."

"Oh, really?" the policewoman smiled, her hand reaching out slowly, tracing a finger along the girl's belly as it swayed ever so seductively before her. "No guys whatsoever?"

"Well, not for a while," the pretty blonde responded, smiling at her. April felt certain the detective was hitting on her, and she was flattered at the thought. Only one way to be sure, though. She then slowly turned around and bent over slightly, reaching behind her back to pull down her lacy panties, revealing her gorgeous round derriere for the detective's close inspection.

"Mmmmm... very nice," Lil murmured, eyeing the beautiful silky smooth rear end as it swayed to the music before her adoring gaze. "Back up a little bit, April. I'd like a closer view of your sexy butt."

April was totally nude now, except for the white high heels and stockings she still wore. She edged back a couple of half steps, wiggling her ass close to the detective's face. 

SMACK!

Lil's hand slapped her naked rear. April laughed in surprise. "What was THAT for, Detective?" she asked.

"Sorry, I just couldn't resist," Lil answered, laughing. "You've got a lovely ass, April, just right for spanking... caressing... or kissing."

"I'm sorry, what was that last part?" the girl asked, turning around slightly and looking over her shoulder.

"Oh, nothing," Lil said. "Keep dancing. I'm really enjoying this. Your body is truly lovely. I could watch it forever."

April smiled again. She, too, was enjoying this strange sensation of dancing nude for another woman. And she also realized that it was beginning to turn her on. She had always known her body attracted the men who came in here every night, but here it was having the same effect on another woman. Lil's slap on her ass had ignited something inside her. April was half hoping she'd do it again. She wiggled her butt right in Lil's face trying to tempt her.

SMACK! It worked!

The detective laughed out loud. She, too, was getting extremely turned on, enjoying this incredibly hot sensation of having a beautiful young female dancing nude before her. As the music continued to play she found herself reaching out to caress the sexy body glistening before her, first running a hand up the girl's silky smooth leg and then patting the firm ass swaying only inches away. She gave it a gentle squeeze. To her surprise April didn't pull away. 

"The fun I could have with this delicious body," Lil thought to herself. "I want her in my bed tonight, and not just for sleeping, either!" Again she gently stroked the beautiful butt swaying before her. Lil wanted it. She wanted it bad!

A bit later, when April's shift finally ended, the young blonde excused herself and ran into the dressing room where she quickly changed, putting on a long jacket over her lingerie outfit, and then she hurried back to where Detective St. Jean waited for her. The two women then walked hand in hand out the back door to the detective's car. As Lil opened the passenger side door for her pretty companion she told her, "I really enjoyed having you dance for me tonight, April. Watching you makes me realize how some women could be physically attracted to other women. You really turned me on!"

"Why, thank you, detective! I enjoyed it, too." Her voice quivered as she spoke. "If I was ever going to be, you know, with another woman... I think I'd want it... want her.. to be you."

Lil responded by reaching out and pulling the girl to her tightly and forcefully kissing her deeply on those soft red lips. At first April started back in surprise, but then she quickly relaxed, allowing her body to melt into the older woman's tender embrace. She wasn't going to fight this. She exposed her neck to Lil's hungry kisses in complete surrender, right there in a quiet corner of the parking lot. 

Moments later the two women were snuggled together in Lil's car, speeding back to her condo, with April's body pressed up against the older woman, her jacket opened so that Lil's hand could caress her silky smooth thigh while they drove.

As Lil pulled into her parking space, the two women kissed again. They then hurried upstairs into Lil's condo, laughing in their eagerness to be alone together. As soon as the door of the condo had closed behind them they were once again in eachother's arms. Off came April's jacket, revealing the gorgeous curves of her dancer's body, scantily clad only in the lacy white lingerie she'd hastily slipped on before leaving the club. Lil's arms embraced her possessively, clutching her body tightly, hands roaming freely down her silky back, eventually coming to rest on the younger girl's firm rear end, which she squeezed and caressed lovingly.

"Let's go upstairs," the Detective murmured, pointing the way after they had kissed for at least a full minute. "You first, because I want to admire the view of your gorgeous ass." April smiled and began moving, her butt swaying provocatively as she climbed the stairs. Lil followed right behind her, licking her lips as she watched April's succulent bottom move from side to side. Suddenly, halfway up the stairs she stopped the girl, reaching her arms around April's slender waist. "I can't take this torture any longer! I've got to have this gorgeous butt right now," she hissed into her ear. "Bend over for me, April. Right now!"

April responded to the authoritative tone in Lil's voice, promptly obeying her command. "Like this?" she asked, kneeling down onto the carpeted stairs in front of her, her head and arms resting on another step, while her back arched demurely so that her beautiful tempting ass was now raised in Lil's direction.

"That's perfect," murmured the detective, positioning herself behind the girl, gently running her fingertips up April's legs and then gliding them softly over the girl's upturned butt. "These lovely panties have got to go," she remarked quietly to herself, before slowly pulling them down past the girl's thighs and then drawn like a magnet she passionately began kissing and licking the round perfumed rump offered deliciously before her. "I've been wanting to do this all night," she whispered in a husky voice. April first felt the woman's hot breath on her ass followed by the distinct feel of Lil's soft lips, teeth and tongue. While her mouth was pressed against the girl's bottom, Lil's hands caressed the girl's thighs, gliding over the smooth skin of her ass, then resting at the sides of the girl's swelling hips, squeezing and massaging the delectable feast of flesh poised so alluringly before her eyes.

The pretty blonde moaned aloud as her gorgeous butt was thus kissed, licked, and fondled. She was enjoying this moment every bit as much as Lil. She'd always been proud of her shapely round derriere, and found it especially wonderful to surrender it to such an appreciative ass-worshipper as Lil, who hungrily covered every inch of the gorgeous tush with saliva and hot kisses. 

At last the older woman's desires were at least temporarily sated. She tenderly squeezed the beautiful ass one last time before motioning for April to rise and continue her climb to the top of the stairs. In this way the two women at last reached the door to Lil's bedroom. Again Lil pulled the girl tightly to her, kissing her deeply, her tongue entering the young blonde's pretty mouth. "I want you so badly," she murmured. "You know, you belong to me now, and I'm going to keep you all to myself, beginning right now!"

She then quickly stripped off the rest of the younger girl's clothing, her top, high heels, and stockings, April emerging totally nude and prancing in the direction of Lil's large bed.

"Not so fast, my delicious playtoy," the detective said. "We're not in that much of a hurry. First I have a desire to bathe that gorgeous body of yours. C'mon, into the tub with you!"

April pretended to look indignant. "A bath? I'm not dirty! At least not yet!"

Lil laughed. "No, of course you're not! I love your hot body exactly the way it is. But I'm going to take a bath myself, and as long as I'm getting into the tub I also want your pretty naked body in there with me for my viewing and handling pleasure! Right now, my pretty babe!" SMACK! Her hand playfully slapped April's ass. April laughed in response and seconds later both women were in the bathroom.

Lil turned on the water and began swiftly pulling off her own clothes. April helped her to undress, and then Lil poured some fragrant bath oils into the tub as the two women continued to caress and kiss eachother's beautiful bodies even as they entered the water. 

The bath itself was heavenly. April was impressed with Lil's athletic build now that she was naked, as well. Her firm tits, and sexy, smooth skin were those of a woman who obviously took good care of herself. Both ladies enjoyed soaping the other, running fingers and hands along every delicious inch of the other's body. Lil gave special attention to the younger girl's perfectly formed breasts and especially her sexy round ass.

"I'm not finished with this sexy tush yet," she thought wickedly to herself. April shrieked as she felt Lil's teeth bite her wet right butt cheek. "Yummy," she said to April's squeals. The kissing and fondling between the two continued throughout the long and luxurious bath. Both women enjoyed it immensely.

After drying eachother off the two nude beauties emerged laughing from the bathroom and at last climbed together up onto Lil's huge bed and began a long and sensuous kiss as their bodies intertwined together atop the sheets. Lil then pushed April's head back onto a pillow while her lips then proceeded to travel hungrily down the younger girl's neck, moving slowly onto her smooth soft shoulders, and ending up moments later kissing the blonde dancer's beautiful breasts. These Lil licked and sucked greedily, her hands squeezing and caressing the girl's supple body as she feasted on it's many lush delights.




Protective Custody



April's legs opened invitingly as Lil's mouth finally made its way down her smooth stomach, nibbling its way further down to her shaved, now moist pussy. This she licked, tentatively at first, and then more forcefully, eventually thrusting her tongue deep into the girl's opening, sucking hungrily at her clit. Lil's arms held tightly to the girl's body, April's hips bucking in ecstacy, her hands gripping the older woman's hair as moments later the relative quiet was broken by her joyous scream announcing a loud and satisfying orgasm. Lil continued kissing and licking the lithe body following the climax, then slowly working her way back up the younger girl's sweet torso until at last she was once again kissing that pretty face. April tasted herself on Lil's mouth as their lips came together, tongues entwined.

The two women continued this passionate necking, both panting, exhausted from the effort. Moments later, as they lay there locked in a tender embrace, April's attention was grabbed by something bright and shiny on Lil's nightstand. "And what do you use these for, I wonder?" she laughed, leaning over and picking up the detective's police hand-cuffs and then dangling them before her.

"Put those down. They're not a toy, my pretty plaything," Lil responded with a pretend frown. "Right now, unless you want mommy to get mad. And if mommy gets mad, her little girl gets a spanking on her pretty ass!"

April's eyes lit up, and instead of returning them to the nightstand the younger girl mischievously clicked one end of the handcuffs around her own left wrist, and then the other end around Lil's bedpost and onto her own right wrist. Both her hands were now securely handcuffed to Lil's bed. "Oops," she said, with an expression of mock innocence. "I don't know what possessed me to do that, mommy! Oh well, you'd better get your key and release me."

Lil laughed and grabbed the shrieking girl around the waist. "So, you're a bad girl, are you? Well, we know what happens to disobedient little bad girls!" She clutched the laughing blonde.

April screamed and tried to get away, but Lil was too fast and the handcuffs also kept her from moving far. Besides, she wanted this and both Lil and her knew it. April quickly gave up her struggles and submissively allowed Lil to prop her up onto her elbows and knees so that her firm round butt stuck up seductively wiggling in preparation for the punishment to follow. Lil enjoyed the sight for a few seconds, then licked her lips and then raised her hand in the air. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow, please stop!" laughed April, as Lil's palm and fingers repeatedly slapped the gorgeous silky globes of her ass cheeks. "Please forgive me, mommy! It was an accident! I didn't know what I was doing. Ouch! Ow!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Like hell you didn't," retorted Lil, still feigning anger. "And you can address me as 'Mistress' for the remainder of this evening, young lady! You deliberately hand-cuffed yourself to my bed --- as far as I'm concerned that officially categorizes you as my slavegirl for the rest of the night! Do you agree?"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Yes, Mistress, I agree with whatever you say!" laughed April, surprised at how much she was enjoying the sensation of getting her butt sensuously spanked by this woman.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Lil was also really enjoying this experience. Here, handcuffed to her bed was a gorgeous young blonde female stripper, totally nude, her beautiful ass propped up seductively for Lil's enjoyment and amusement. The girl's gorgeous body bound and totally submissive for her pleasure. Yes, her property, willing to do whatever she wanted. Whatever she wanted... hmmm... that gave her another idea.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You're my pretty slavegirl now, aren't you, April?" she asked. "You're here for your mistresses's private pleasures, right?"

"Yes, Mistress! Of course, Mistress!"

"And I can do anything I desire with this beautiful body, can't I? Anything I want to do with this beautiful ass?" Here, she leaned down and kissed it. "This gorgeous, sexy ass!" She kissed it again.

"Mmmm... Yes, of course, Mistress. Thank you, mistress. I love this so much... Uh, what exactly does my mistress have in mind for my pretty ass?"

Lil laughed wickedly in response. Again, she bent down, kissing the younger girl's slightly reddened butt cheeks, and then said, "I've got something else in my nightstand that might interest you... besides just handcuffs."

She smiled, and then proceeded to reach into the nearby drawer and pull out a fairly large strap-on dildo. "Here's something that I think your mistress might really enjoy using on your pretty body right now... on this gorgeous butt." She patted and caressed the girl's tush affectionately while she talked.

April slowly nodded her head. She then watched as Lil stood up and donned the strap-on, adjusting it securely to her pelvic region and waist. In a minute it looked like Lil had an erect penis growing out of her pussy. April's eyes widened, her mouth agape, but she also remained submissively in her slavegirl position, head down and ass up, now licking her lips in anticipation. Seconds later her 'mistress' climbed back onto the bed and crawled up behind her.

SMACK! Lil slapped her ass.

"Are you ready to get fucked by your mistress now, my pretty slave?" Lil inquired, bending down to plant yet another wet kiss on the girl's gorgeous ass poised quivering before her.

"Whatever pleases you, mistress," April responded meekly. "My body is yours ... here only for your pleasure."

"That's an excellent answer, my pretty plaything," Lil said, squeezing the girl's beautiful buns, then grabbing the strap-on and maneuvering it tenderly up against the blonde girl's wet pussy, gently stroking it in anticipation.

"Here it comes," Lil said softly, as the phallus was then plunged deeply into April's body, lubricated by the girl's own juices. The young girl gasped. Lil's hands grabbed tightly onto her swelling hips, her fingernails digging into April's soft ass as the strap-on glided again and again into her pussy.

"Oh, mistress! Oh! Oh! Oh! It feels so good!" For the first time in her young life April was being fucked from behind by another woman. It was a totally new sensation for her, and one that filled her with complete sexual ecstacy. "I love you, mistress! I'm yours forever!"

Lil laughed, enjoying this incredible experience of having a pretty young girl at her mercy, totally submissive to her and loving it. She smacked April's sexy ass while continuing to fuck her from behind. April's moans continued, louder than before. Again Lil slapped her ass. And again. And still she continued to fuck the younger girl from behind, both women in complete ecstacy.

"I love you, too, my beautiful slavegirl!" Lil said, continuing to pump away. "You're mine, all mine! I'm your mistress and your mommy now! You belong exclusively to me!" SMACK!

Finally, after several minutes, both women climaxed, and the ride Lil was engaging in eased to a halt, with her still mounting the younger girl's trembling body. Lil then leaned down and gently kissed the back of April's exposed neck, cooing softly into her ear, and then she slowly removed the phallus from her pussy, all the while tenderly running her lips along the girl's glistening shoulders, back, and rump. She then slowly turned her over onto her back, and began kissing and sucking on April's now upturned breasts. April looked at her lovingly. "That was wonderful! I love you, Lil," she sighed. "I want to be your slavegirl... your lover... forever! My dearest, sweetest mistress."

Lil kissed the girl on the lips, grabbed a key and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing April's arms, while at the same time removing the strap-on from herself. She then pulled the younger girl's face to her own, kissed it tenderly again, and then positioned herself back onto a pillow, pulling April's head down so that the girl could now suck on her own trimmed clit for a while, as a good slavegirl should. April smiled and went at it. She didn't disappoint, either, kissing and sucking her mistress's pussy with enthusiastic abandon. A few minutes later the two women were once again locked in a soft embrace, and shortly thereafter fell asleep still snuggled in eachother's arms.

A couple hundred miles away, Rico was arrested in a stolen car and was soon on his way back to jail. But while his part in this story was long over, the loving relationship between the pretty erotic dancer April and her dominant new mistress/girlfriend Lil was only now beginning.  



Protective Services



I was invited to meet up with a new client at his place of business. Fairly urgent I was told. Not having anything else urgent on I rang the man, arranged the appointment, and saw him later that morning.

Mr Charles Wainwright had an electrical manufacturing business. He made widgets and gadgets and such junk, mainly for the big companies, but he also had a couple of small contracts with the government. Knowing the government, those two small contracts were probably pure cream to him.

His problem was that he was now going after a much larger government contract which would keep him in cream for the next five years. He was tipped to have the contract in the bag, but someone else wanted it badly enough to take some nasty steps.

Charles had received a tip that his wife was going to be snatched and held until the contract had been awarded. If Charles dropped his bid then there would be a happy ending, otherwise, not so happy an ending.

Now Charles didn't believe for one moment that the threat was anything but a threat. His wife wasn't really going to be kidnapped and held. But still, why take chances?

That's where I come in. My firm provides bodyguards. Normally full time, but occasionally for threats of this nature. Would I be able to have someone with his wife full time until the contracts were awarded. It would be about two weeks.

This wasn't going to be a problem I assured him. I agreed that the threat probably wasn't serious but I'd arrange for a trio of my best girls to keep an eye on the woman. (They deserved an easy assignment occasionally.) One woman would be with her at all times, even to the extent of having one of my girls sleep over at her house until the threat was passed.

Contracts were signed and I despatched my girls to go over to see Charles and he'd take them home and introduce them to his wife. Everything went fine for about fifteen hours, and then I received a call from Marie, the keeper currently on duty.

"We've got a problem," she told me. "The little bitch deliberately tried to give me the slip this morning. She snuck out the side door without telling me and made a break for it. If I hadn't put a tracker on her car I'd have lost her."

"Now why would a nice lady like Mrs Wainright try to give you the slip?" I asked.

"Have you seen Mrs Wainright?" came the reply. "What do you think she's like?"

"Ah, no, I haven't met her. All my dealings were with her husband. I assumed that she'd be about the same age as her husband and quite content to go along with his plans."

"Well, Brandi Wainright is about twenty, a right royal bitch and a pain in the neck. She doesn't want a body guard. End of story."

"OK. Keep an inconspicuous eye on her and I'll have a chat with Charles."

So I returned to Charles and explained the problem. It turned out that Brandi was Charles second wife, the first having expired. Charles was also in no mood to have his contract queered because Brandi didn't want a bodyguard.

"I don't care what you do, but get the message through to her that she's stuck with company for two weeks. I have to go out of town today and I can't be there so your people have to be."

If that's the way the man wanted it, that's the way the man would get it. I called Marie, asking for the current location of our reluctant ward. At the tennis club playing with three other young women. I explained what I was going to do.

I went and got one of our more inconspicuous vans. 

FedEx vans are everywhere. Brandi didn't even notice the one parked next to her car. She was just casually strolling past it when I stepped out of the van, grabbed her and tossed her in. No one noticed. Before she had a chance to scream I had my hand over her mouth.

"Listen to me, you little idiot," I snarled in her ear. "If this was a genuine kidnapping you'd be gagged and bound and off to some little hideaway right now. Body-guarding you is not a joke and ditching your bodyguard can be downright dangerous. For you.

You may not like it but for the next two weeks you're stuck with it. Got it?"

Brandi gave me this furious look but she wasn't going to argue. When I wanted to I could look big and mean, and right then I wanted to.

"I don't want to have this sort of conversation with you again, and you most certainly won't want me to have to speak with you again. Any more doing a runner and I'll tan your bloody hide.

Now get in your car and drive back home. Apologise to your bodyguard when you see her. And remember, if I could find you, so could someone else."

Brandi didn't say a word. She just gave me another furious look, got out of the van, into her car and took off. The way she drove I thought she might not live the two weeks of the contract.

I had to admit that Brandi was quite a dish. Platinum blonde, nice breasts that weren't over large and a bottom that was made for grabbing. I could see why Charles fell for her. It would have been lust at first sight.

For the rest of the week everything went fine. Brandi, reluctantly, let the bodyguards go with her. It helped that they were about her age and reasonably good-looking. They didn't look like obvious guards.

Then on Saturday morning Marie rang me again. Brandi had done a runner again. Marie was trailing her, so she was still covered, but it was the principle of the thing. I told Marie to keep an eye on her and let me know when Brandi was heading homeward.

It was getting towards the end of Marie's shift when she called to let me know that Brandi appeared to be heading homeward.

"OK," I told her. I'm already at the house waiting. When you've seen her safely inside you can knock off. Amy's shift starts in about an hour and I'll baby sit until then. After I've read her the riot act."

A little while later the front door opened and Brandi came bouncing in. She slammed the door behind her by kicking it with her foot. Her hands were filled with bags of shopping. Marie must have had a hell of a job trailing her. I'd really have to give that girl a raise.

Brandi was almost skipping along the hallway, smiling and full of joie de vivre. She'd evaded her bodyguard, she'd been shopping and she was safely home. It was almost a pity to spoil her innocent freedom. 

Almost.

"Hullo, Brandi," I said in a nasty tone, and she screamed, tossed her bags aside and turned to run.

Then she must have recognised me, because she gave a shuddering gasp and glared at me. 

"How could you," she snapped. "You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were a kidnapper."

"So what's the problem if I was?" I asked. "Your bodyguard would have handled them. Ah, where's your bodyguard?" 

"I don't know," she said, not looking at me. "We got separated while in the shops, so I came home."

"My, my. An experienced bodyguard lost a client. How odd. Especially as she rang me to tell me you were on your way home. Her second call of the day. The first one was made just after you sneaked out without her."

"Well I didn't want her trailing around after me," yelled Brandi. 

"Maybe not, but I think you'll find you enjoy being kidnapped a whole lot less. And I'm being paid to keep you save whether you like it or not. Charles is worried about something happening while he's unable to be here to look after you. Don't you think you should respect his wishes? It's only for another week."

Brandi gave me a nasty look, but nodded. I figured she'd probably give me a much nastier look shortly.

"You know, we've already had this conversation once," I pointed out. "Do you remember what I promised if I had to repeat it?"

Brandi looked puzzled, trying to remember the previous little chat. I was quite sure it had stuck with her because I'd scared her quite badly when I grabbed her.

I could see when her memory clicked over. She looked appalled. 

"You wouldn't dare."

"You don't know me very well, do you, Brandi. I don't make threats, I make promises. However, I'm in a cheerful mood so all I'm going to do is give you a spanking. Just something to drive the message home."

I watched her, smiling, while this sank in. Her hands sneaked around behind her to protect her bottom.

"You wouldn't dare," she repeated.

"You keep telling yourself that. Maybe one of us will believe it. Now I'll give you a choice. You can take of your panties and bend over that couch while I spank you or you can bend over my knee and I'll take off your panties for the spanking."

Brandi looked around, ready to run, and found that while we'd been talking I'd been casually shepherding her into the lounge room. The only way out was past me. 

"I'll scream. Marie will come," she said hopefully. 

I shook my head. "I told Marie she could have the rest of her shift off once you were home. And Amy doesn't start for another half an hour. So are you going to lower your panties or not."

I saw her flick a glance at the couch and, in my opinion, she was seriously considering lowering her panties and bending over. I suspected a bit of persuasion would have her doing so. Instead, when she didn't say anything I reached out and caught her arm.

I moved over to sit on the couch, bringing Brandi with me. Holding Brandi there I told her to lift up her skirt.

"Why?" 

Did she have to question everything? Why did she think?

"Because," I said, "I'm going to pull down your panties and spank you. Remember? Now, skirt."

Looking slightly stunned Brandi lifted her skirt, showing of a pair of frilly panties. I let go her arm, hooked a finger either side of the panties and drew them down, revealing a nice smooth pussy. I dropped Brandi's panties down below her knees while she just stood there, holding her skirt up and showing everything.

"Nice smooth curves," I complimented her, running my hand over her mons. With the same motion I reached around behind her, cupped her bottom, and pulled her toward me.

Brandi bent over my knee like a child about to be rebuked, too nervous not to. I flicked her skirt up and rested my hand on her bottom.

"You know, Brandi, in my experience some women like to take their top off while being spanked. For some reason it relaxes them to have the man spanking them also holding a breast. Would you like your top off?"

What Brandi wanted was a reason to defer the spanking, and taking her top off would do that. She nodded and I raised her back onto her feet. She took her own sweet time undoing her blouse and bra, but there was only so long she could stall. While she was doing that I'd unhooked the catch on her skirt and it went the way of her panties. When Brandi finally bent over my knee she was naked.

Mind you, a spanking was all that I was going to do, but it wouldn't hurt to have her wary of my going further. I reached around and cupped her breast, and a very nice breast it was. I gave it a small squeeze, feeling the nipple harden and press against my hand, and then my other hand came down with a resounding spank.

Brandi squealed and jumped, but didn't try to fight me off. I settled in to give her a decent little paddling, the humiliation and the smarting bottom driving home the fact that she'd been a naughty girl and had better not be one again. (The hand squeezing and stroking her breast was just letting her know that there was a man in charge and he thought she had nice breasts.)

Brandi wailed as the spanking progressed, kicking her feet up and down and hitting the couch with clenched fists. But she also stayed lying across my knee, letting me chastise her, and she kept her breast pressed firmly against my hand.

Her legs drifted apart, revealing her sex, but that was par for the course. She was tacitly offering sex in place of the spanking but would probably have been shocked if she'd realised it. I steered clear of her sex. It might have been nice to play with her for a while but the aim was to drive home the fact that she was stuck with the bodyguard and something nasty might happen if she shook them off.

She had tears on her cheeks when I finally tipped her off my knee, and a very red bottom. She looked so woebegone that I almost sympathised with her.

She wasn't looking at me as she picked up her clothes. But she was listening.

"Now, Brandi, while I found that most enjoyable, I don't want to be in a position where I have to do it again. Am I making myself clear?"

She nodded. 

"Yes. If I shake of the bodyguard again you'll beat me again. What do you think Charles will say when I tell him?"

"Probably, serves you right for shaking of your bodyguard, but I suspect you won't tell him. After all, he may decide it will be fun for him to spank you, too.

Just so we're all clear, if you try to give the guards the slip again I'll spank you again. And I won't promise to leave it as a simple spanking next time, so don't let there be a next time."

Just then we heard a motorbike roll up to the house and stop. That would be Amy. Brandi looked down at herself, realised she was still naked, and bolted up the stairs, clutching her clothes to her, bright red backside flashing down at me.

Amy came bounding in and stopped, surprised to see me.

"Brandi tried to give Marie the slip again. I've just finished reading her the riot act. She should be good for the rest of the week and the contracts will be assigned by Friday. After that, we're history.

Right now she's upstairs getting changed. I'll see you around."

I departed, feeling pleased with a job well done and warm memories of Brandi's lovely face and figure. And nice soft breast and warm bottom. Isn't it nice when you can mix a bit of pleasure with your business.

The next few days were peaceful. Just the normal stuff, with people who are grateful for bodyguards, even if most of them don't need one. Then on Thursday, Brandi struck again.

On Thursday, with the contract finishing the next day. Couldn't she have hung on for one more lousy day? She'd snuck out, announced Marie, and was at the tennis club, playing in her foursome again. Keep watching her, I told Marie, and I'll come past and put a flea in her ear.

I took out our fake FedEx van again. It had a couple of nice features that I hoped to put to good use. I was lucky enough to get a spot right next to Brandi's car and I just parked there, got out, and leaned against the van, waiting.

The match eventually finished and Brandi came waltzing out of the club. She faltered for a second when she saw me, then came on defiantly. I opened the door to my FedEx and indicated she should get in. She gave me another defiant look and climbed in. I followed her in and slammed the door closed.

Brandi got in first word. 

"It's no use yelling at me," she smugly informed me. "The contract finishes tomorrow anyway. And you can't spank me because I'd scream and people would come and you'd get arrested. Anything else?"

"Couldn't you have waited one more day?" I asked quietly. "The contracts will be awarded by then and Charles gets home tomorrow. I and my people could have just folded out tents and disappeared into the night. But you had to go and push to see what you can get away with. Now you can't say you weren't warned about penalties."

"So what are you going to do? Tell me off again? Just remember, lay one finger on me and I'll scream and you'll be in deep shit."

"Brandi, I'm not an amateur. This van is soundproof. You could scream your head off and no-one would hear. Can't you hear how dead our voices sound? Feel free to scream and we'll see if anyone comes."

I smiled at Brandi, looking confident, because I was. There really was excellent sound-proofing in the van. Once we had a perp pull a gun and get off a shot. We were almost deafened by the blast but the guys right outside the van didn't even know the gun had been fired.

Brandi must have sensed I wasn't bluffing because her hands crept around to cover her bottom. 

"Now being a kind soul and seeing the contract closes tomorrow I'm going to give you a choice. You can take off your clothes and bend over and I'll spank you and we'll leave it at that.

Alternatively, you can take off your clothes and lie down on the bench seat behind you and I'll ravish your lovely white body."

Brandi gulped. "And is there a third option that doesn't involve me taking off my clothes?"

I considered, then nodded.

"Yes. You can stand there and I'll take off your clothes, but because of the extra work involved I'd have to increase the punishment. That means I'd have to put you across my knee and spank you and then lie you on the bench seat and ravish you afterwards. 

But with option three you can pretend you're a victim instead of a willing participant."

Brandi swallowed and I could see her thinking. I figured an eighty percent plus chance option one. I couldn't really see her offering up her sweet body for ravishment.

"I'll take the third option," she announced, and she said it so sweetly you'd think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

She wanted to be both spanked and ravished? I'm a little slow at times, it appears. It finally dawned on me that Brandi had deliberately skipped because she really did want to be spanked and ravished. This was her way of achieving her ends while playing the victim.

Brandi was wearing her tennis clothes. White flappy skirt that wouldn't bind her legs while running, white modesty shorts, because the skirt would be flapping and white top. And probably white bra and panties under everything else.

I'm perverse. I started by pulling down her modesty shorts and having her step out of them. Lifting her skirt I could see that she was only wearing a thong under it. I reached for the thong and pushed it to the side, exposing her pussy, but left the thong there.

Skirt next, and that dropped easily. She was now half naked, with her pussy emphasised by the thong pushing at it from the side. I licked a finger and ran it along her slit, while her eyes opened wide.

Unbutton the blouse and undo the bra and Brandi was naked, except for a useless thong that displayed what it should have hidden.

I nodded to the thong. 

"Now take that off," I told her.

Brandi was breathing heavily and she didn't even hesitate. She just peeled it down and kicked it to the side.

The way she was looking at me she was expecting to be bent over and spanked now, but I wasn't quite ready for that. Just to remind her of what would follow the spanking I started stripping. Brandi just stood there watching, especially when my trousers went down.

She swallowed when she saw my erection and looked away, but her eyes kept flickering back to it, assessing it. 

I sat down on the bench seat and indicated that Brandi should now bend over my knee. As she did so I pushed my erection down between my legs so that when Brandi was bent across my knee it was pressing hard up against her tummy. She was going to be awfully aware of that cock pressing against her all through the spanking.

I cupped her breast and started slapping her bottom. I took it gradually, giving smarting little spanks that stung her cheeks and gave them a nice red flush. At the same time I teased her breast, squeezing it, stroking it and playing with the nipple. Brandi was kicking her legs up and down in protest, but it didn't look to me as though her heart was in it. She was getting her spanking and she was secretly savouring it. 

I increased the spanking rate and it was properly stinging now. Brandi was squirming around now, but still proudly holding her bottom high for the spanks. As on the previous occasion, her thighs drifted steadily apart, exposing her sex.

Since I was going to be ravishing her later I had no qualms about molesting her sex. I started giving a slap along her mound, my hand neatly cupping her pussy when I did so. The first time I did that Brandi gave a squeal and humped her bottom upwards. Future spanks to her tender mound were met with squeals, but she made no attempt to bring her thighs together again.




Protective Services



Intermixing spanks to bottom and pussy I could see Brandi's lips puffing up and easing apart. Her pussy was flowering, looking for its partner, and I could see it would be my responsibility to help out.

The fun and games were going straight to my groin. My cock was so rigid that I was half afraid that it would snap upright, tossing Brandi off my lap. I decided that I'd better take steps to prevent this and jerked Brandi to her feet.

"In a moment, you are going to be on that," I told her, indicating my erection. "You may find it easier to take if it's wet and slippery."

I didn't say anything else but Brandi got the hint. She sank down in front of me and her mouth covered my erection. It amazes me at times that a girl can take something that size into her mouth. Brandi covered me and sank straight down until I could feel her lips around the base of my shaft. She bobbed her head up and down several times, but then I just had to pull her off.

When I came, I wanted to come in her, not in her mouth. There was no need to rush things. With Brandi standing again I leaned slightly back, cock rampart.

I just looked at Brandi, waiting, saying nothing. She stood there looking down at my cock and then she moved over me, climbing onto the bench seat and straddling me. I watched as she eased herself onto my erection. At first slowly, making sure the head was nicely positioned, but when she had eased down enough that the head was inside her she settled down in a rush, taking me into her with a gasp.

She may have gasped but I gave a heartfelt groan of relief. I hadn't realised just how badly I wanted her until she settled upon me. For a moment I just sat there, relishing the feel of her surrounding me, gripping me. Brandi was just looking at me, eyes wide, a slightly stunned expression on her face as though she couldn't believe she was doing this.

Brandi started rocking, and I let her go. I could feel myself sliding up and down her passage as she moved, the drag of her flesh against mine sending shivers through me. Brandi's rocking increased in fervour. Now she was literally bouncing on my lap, almost lifting clean off me before dropping down hard.

I was getting into the action as well, now. When Brandi came sliding down my pole I was pushing forcefully up into her. However, I've never been one to have the woman take the lead for long. I don't mind having them start things off, but afterwards I have a driving need to show them who's the master.

I pushed up to meet Brandi, my arms went around her and I rolled over, taking her with me, then under me. Now I was in charge, driving forcefully down into her while she responded by arching her back and pushing up hard against me.

Even this was only the middle ground. Pleasant while it lasted but still just warming up for the main event. Brandi was writhing and squealing as I hammered into her and gave a cry of protest when I paused.

I ignored her protest. I pulled out, rolled her onto her tummy and lifted her bottom high. My arms went around her, taking hold of her breasts, while my cock lined up with her sex again. Brandi seemed to freeze for a moment when she felt my erection lightly touch her lips, and that's when I drove home, slamming my cock full length into her while my hands closed even more tightly over her breasts.

That's when I really started to ride her. I pounded into her again and again, while Brandi pushed frantically back at me, squealing at every thrust. I mauled her breasts ferociously, and banged her with every ounce of energy I could bring to bear.

My cock was ready to explode by the time I climaxed, and Brandi exploded right along with me. I just took her and took her, releasing all my frustrations into her, showing her that I was the master.

Later, watching her drive off, all demure and sweetly smiling, I shook my head. At least, she had promised not to shake off her bodyguard again. I'd given Marie a wave and she'd dutifully followed Brandi at a discrete distance.

Marie later told me that when she linked up with Brandi at the house, Brandi was very apologetic. Sweet as pie and promising to behave. Not that she'd have to behave for long. Just one more day.

Charles arrived back that night and I met him at his office. I presented my bill and he gave me a cheque on the spot. I asked about the contract and he proudly stated that he had it. It was quite a coup for his company.

"You don't expect any repercussions from the opposition?" I asked, wondering if we might find ourselves stuck with Brandi for a while.

To my surprise Charles got a little red. He sighed.

"Um, I'm afraid I might have misled you regarding the threat," he told me. "There was no real threat. You've seen my wife, haven't you? I really just wanted her to have a woman companion while I was away, just in case some young devil tried to lead her astray. She's a very sensitive young woman and I didn't want to worry about wolves chasing her. So I thought a kidnap threat and bodyguard would do the trick.

She wasn't any real trouble was she?"

I shook my head.

"I had to be firm with her a couple of times, but she got the message," I said. "Anyway, I'm sure she'll be happy now that you're back."

We shook hands and I departed. I wished him luck with his sensitive young wife. I thought he might need it.