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The Gate

By: HansTrimble



I am fortunate to have a back yard large enough to do things in, like growing the three fruit trees that allow me to walk right out the kitchen door and pick my own oranges, lemons, and limes. Then there's the cactus garden over in one corner. One of the best features of the yard is the brick wall all around it, just short of six feet high. If somebody wants to sunbathe out there in the nude, which a visiting niece once did, she can have complete privacy to do so, as long as she keeps the thick foliage of the orange tree between her and the gate. 

That gate, in the wall on the west side of the house, is an ongoing problem. Why anybody would build a six foot wall and put a three foot high gate in it is the sort of mystery that you can expect to stumble onto when you buy a house that's thirty years old. I've been planning to replace it with a taller one, but in the ten years I've lived here it never made it to the top of my to-do list. At least until this summer.

My list isn't the neatest thing you ever saw. It really is several lists and notes on various sized pieces of paper, that live in a box on the desk that I almost never use. I sat one morning and went through the box, crossing off jobs that either got done or were no longer necessary, and trying to judge the urgency of the remaining tasks so I could select my next chore. There was the gate. I looked over some other scraps of paper, and there was the gate again. 

It turned out that I had jotted the gate down in four places, and I didn't have any other job that had cropped up that many times. Try as I might to find an easier job to tackle, I was forced to admit that the gate was the most important, and I'd better get going on it.

I took some rough measurements and looked around for some materials that I could use. There was a piece of plywood that I could trim down to the right size, and various scraps of two by four that might come in handy, but I would certainly have to buy hardware, paint, and some lumber. It would probably not come to a hundred dollars, but it was sure to exceed fifty. 

While I was standing at the side of the house thinking about it, a little voice came from behind me, and I turned to see a cute little girl, probably 18 or 19 years old, standing waiting to address me, but with a facial expression of fear, as if she'd turn and run if I said "Boo!" She was dressed simply, but her clothes were neat and clean, and everything about her seemed to scream middle class respectability.

"Hello, how may I help you?" I asked in my very best Dale Carnegie manner.

"I'm looking for work: odd jobs, housework, yard work, anything to earn some money. I graduated from high school in May and I haven't been able to find any work since then, other than a few hours here and there that haven't even paid me enough money for food. I'm getting pretty desperate. Do you have anything I could do?"

"Look, it's hot right here with the sun roasting us. Around back I have a couple of chairs, and we could talk there in the shade. Would you like to come around there?"

She looked fearful, and I hastened to assure her that she would come to no harm. "I'll leave this gate wide open. I'm not leading you into a trap. You can turn your chair so it faces the gate and you'll have an easy exit. I'll leave it to you to decide whether you want to come into the back yard, but I'm going there right now because I'm hot." 

I turned and walked back to the small patio by the lemon tree and positioned two chairs as I had said I would. Then I stepped into the storage room back of the kitchen where the spare refrigerator stands, and got out two ice-cold bottles of water. When I came back to the patio the girl was standing behind a chair, clearly trying to decide whether to sit or flee. Without another word I handed her a water bottle, and sat down in the other chair. Finally she turned her chair a little to aim it directly at the gate, and sat down on it as if she feared that it would attack her like a bear trap.

"I'm Mr. Dunham. My friends call me Carl. What's your name?"

"I'm Sally Clark. I live a few blocks down that way, where the road curves around. I wanted to go to the community college but I don't have the money for tuition. I live with my mother, who was supporting me but she's only working part time now and we're just about out of everything." As she said this she uncapped the bottle. She took a small sip, licked her lips, and then downed a big gulp.

"Sally, have you eaten anything today?"

"No. I didn't even have any coffee because when I went to make a pot, the can was empty. My mom works at a restaurant, so she'll get something there, but I was completely out of luck."

"I don't want to talk business with you while you're starving. I'm going into the kitchen to fix us something for lunch. You can stay out here, or come in with me, whatever you'd prefer. It'll take me about fifteen minutes, I expect. I'm going in there now."

I heated up a frying pan and cut up an onion to flavor some ground beef. In five minutes I had two big hamburgers sizzling in the pan and two rolls heating up in the toaster oven. I looked up when I heard the kitchen door close, to see Sally about a foot inside, sniffing the aroma of the frying beef and onions. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.

"You can keep an eye on those rolls, make sure they don't burn. In the refrigerator, in the door, you'll find ketchup and mustard, and in the drawer in the refrigerator marked Meats, you'll find a bag with shredded cheese. You can put all that on the counter over there. If you want to go to the bathroom, it's down the hall on the right. We'll be eating in five minutes."

When we took our burgers out onto the patio, she had hers half eaten by the time I had sat down. "Sally, when's the last time you ate?"

"Yesterday morning. Oh, this is so good!"

"Slow down, or your stomach will reject the food and you'll throw it up. Take your time, small bites, and then we'll see what else you might like. Your blood sugar must be very low. The protein in the meat will be metabolized to provide you some energy, but it'll take a while. I'll get you a glass of orange juice for a quick pickup, to give you a jump start. What you need then is a little rest, to let your body digest your food and sort itself out." 

By this time her burger was history. "I'll go to the kitchen and get you some orange juice now. If you'll go into that little storage shed, you'll find a folding lawn chair that you can put here in the shade and lean back in, to let your body do what it needs to do while you lie still for ten minutes. Then we'll talk some more."

A minute after she'd drained the orange juice glass, Sally was asleep. I went in the house and got my trusty clipboard and came out and started making sketches and notes for the gate project. The problem would be to keep it flat. You can use two by fours for a frame around the edges of a piece of plywood, and it will look great on day one, but a week later it will have started to curl up like a potato chip. 

I had decided to frame the sheet of plywood and then glue another sheet onto the other side of the frame, to make it like a sandwich panel, with some two by four blocks in the middle to space the plywood facings apart. The trouble with the concept was that it would be awkward to build. I could lay the plywood out flat on the patio and glue the frame and blocks to it, but I'd like to get a few screws into it to hold it together while the adhesive cured. Every way I looked at it, this was a two man job, and I was only one man.

I was working on my seventh sketch when Sally began to stir. She opened her eyes, blinked and went almost back to sleep, then sat up straight with an "Ohmygod!" She looked around in a panic, then recognized me and composed herself. "Did I fall asleep? Oh, I'm so sorry. I never meant to do that!"

"You just took a nap for about forty minutes, that's all. No harm done. You must have been tired. How do you feel now? Any stomach ache?"

"No. I feel fine. In fact, this is the best I've felt in a while. Wait. What did you put in that hamburger? Did you drug me?"

"Ninety percent lean ground beef, sweet onion, steak seasoning, and just a tiny pinch of salt. I put some mustard and ketchup on it when I put it in the roll, which was all whole wheat. Nothing else. And yours was made the same as mine. Why are you acting so suspicious?"

"I've heard horror stories on TV about girls being drugged and raped, and their bodies are found out in the desert days or weeks or months later. I know I have to keep myself aware of what's going on around me all the time, and not let myself become a victim. You seem nice enough, but you could be some dirty old man trying to take advantage of me. How can I tell?"

"Sit up and drink some of your water while I get a picture. I'll show you what a terrible old man I am." I went in and brought out a group photograph of my family, taken several years earlier. "Look, this is me. It was taken before I grew the beard, but you can see that it's me. This is my wife, who died shortly after this was taken, of natural causes. There's my son and that's my daughter. Look us all over very carefully. See any bank robbers? Any rapists? Look at those smiles. Those faces show every feeling right there on the surface. They couldn't hide anything if they tried. This is a family that was raised with lots of love. Nobody has ever had anything to fear from any of us, and you can tell that just by looking."

"Where are they now? Do they live around here?"

"Far away, in New England and California. Coast to coast. And I'm right here, all by myself. I can understand your concern for keeping alert to what's going on and not letting yourself be an easy mark, but if I wanted to molest you I had a perfect opportunity while you were sleeping, and I never laid a finger on you. You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you need a friend. Why don't you decide to let me be your friend, and relax while you're here. There may be places where you'd be safer, like maybe locked in a bank vault, but in the real world you'd be hard pressed to find a place where you'd be any safer than right here in my back yard. I've never killed or raped or attacked anybody in my whole life, and I'm not about to start now."

This drew just the faintest glimmer of a smile from Sally, and her body language told me that she was letting herself relax just a little bit. I looked at my watch and saw that the afternoon was fleeting past. "Should you call your mother and tell her you're okay and when you'll be home?"

"No, that's all right. She's used to me being out on my own." The line was delivered convincingly, but the total change in her facial expression was so abrupt that it was alarming to see.

"Sally, is something wrong? Something about your mother? I don't mean to pry, but it's obvious that something is bothering you. Anything I can help with?"

Her composure crumbled, and tears started to pour from her eyes as if a dam had suddenly burst. Through the sobs she said, "No, there's nothing wrong! I'm all right! Don't you worry about me!"

The sobbing went on for a couple of minutes, and then she was sniffling and trying to pull herself together. I said, as gently as I could, "Sally, your words say one thing and your behavior says just the opposite. We can lie with our mouths, and sometimes with our faces, but our bodies usually tell the truth. And people don't break down and cry like that because everything is just peachy. You don't have to tell me anything, but I know that you're lying and I can't allow you to be here at my house and lie to me. So I think you'd better leave now. If you want me to, I can drive you home, and if your mother wants to know what you've been doing, I can explain it to her. I'm sure she'll be at least a little bit worried about you."

That just brought on more tears. I wasn't pushing the right buttons, that's for sure. So I sat back and studied my clipboard some more. The tears were subsiding again, and Sally was trying to say something, so I put the clipboard down again and tried to make out the words that were getting all tangled up with the sobs. 

"You've been--nice--to me." Pause. "This is the first--time--anybody's--even talked--to me." Long pause. "Yes, I--lied--to you. Nothing--is all right." Another pause. "I'm all alone--and I don't know--what to do." Then she completely dissolved in tears. 

I was torn: should I take hold of her shoulders and rest her head on my shoulder, or go to the other extreme and avoid touching or any other form of personal involvement? What the hell, this is a case for a social worker, some agency that helps people with problems. But what if she were my kid? Wouldn't I hope that somebody would reach out and help her? 

Without thinking any more about it, I took hold of her and gave her a shoulder to cry on, complete with appropriate comforting sounds. "There, there. You're not alone. I'm right here. When you can, tell me what's wrong, and we'll see if we can make it better. There, there. That's it, cry it out. Let your feelings come out. Don't try to keep it in. Go ahead and cry. I'm right here with you. It'll be all right."

I have no idea how long she cried. I do remember being amazed that such a small girl could have so many tears in her. Finally she seemed to be about cried out, and as she loosened up I let her lie back in the lounge chair, the same one she had slept so soundly in. I stepped inside and came back with a box of tissues and a bucket to serve as a wastebasket.

"I want to tell you about it. The truth. I haven't told anybody. Is it all right if I tell you? Do you mind?"

"You talk and I'll listen. Get it off your chest, out in the open. Tell me all that you want to tell, and then we'll talk it over. Go ahead. It's all right."

"My father left a long time ago, when I was in elemtary school. My mother worked to support us, but she got laid off and all she could get was part time work. She did as much as she could, and we just barely got by." Pause. "I worked when I could, a little bit here and there. In the summer before my senior year, she got serious with a guy. He seemed okay, and he moved in and helped with the rent and food. Then, right after graduation, she told me that they were going away and I was on my own."

There was a pause, and then she took a deep breath and continued. "She gave me an envelope with money in it, all that she had, and said that before it was gone I'd better get a job. Then she was gone, and I looked around. She'd left all the stuff in the house, like furniture and all, but it was all trash anyway. I paid the rent the next month, and then I used up the rest of the money for food, even though I ate as little as I could. I worked a few days, but nothing steady. 

"There are so many people around here who are out of work, but they all have some other source of food, from family or whatever. Not me. I've got nothing and nobody now. That hamburger was the first solid food I've had in two days. I've gone around trying to find something I can do to earn a few dollars, and got nothing to show for it. You're the first person who's given me anything to eat. I'd like to say thank you and walk away, but I can't. I'm going to be thrown out of the house in a couple of days, but there's nothing there for me anyway, just my clothes. I've got no place to go. What's going to become of me? Where can I go? How can I get any help?"

Toward the end of that speech she was growing more anxious, and I didn't want her to have a panic attack. "Look Sally. That is your name, isn't it?" She nodded. "Your most immediate need is food. Can you cook at home?" 

"Not any more. The electricity's been turned off."

"Well, that knocks down that idea. I was thinking I'd take you shopping at a supermarket, but there's not much that you could eat without cooking or refrigeration. Hmmm. There's just one more thing I can think of, but it doesn't seem like a proper thing to suggest. Oh, what the hell. Look, I could use some help around here, but I couldn't pay much. I could offer you a place to live and plenty to eat, and you'd be a live in housekeeper for me. What it would do to your reputation and your social life I can't imagine. I'm not trying to take advantage of you when you're down and out, and I really could use the services of a housekeeper, so it's not charity on my part. I could slip you a twenty when I've got one to spare, but I couldn't pay you steadily, and sometimes things get a little thin around here so there might be times when you'd go for a week or so without any money from me. I know that seems a little strange, but it's the best I can come up with right now."

"Oh, Mr. Dunham, that would be wonderful! That's the best thing that's happened to me since my mom left. Can we go to my house and get my stuff while it's still daylight?" She paused to think about it. "Will I have a room of my own?"

"Yes, but it's got a lot of my stuff stored in it right now. We'll have to clean it all out for you. The bed is small; it's a trundle bed really, but it's got an extra thick mattress and it's very comfortable. I've slept there a lot of nights, and I always got a good night's sleep on it."

"Oh, that sounds great. When my mother brought her boyfriend home with her, they used the bedroom and I had to sleep on the sofa. It's just about too worn out for sitting on, so you can imagine how it is to sleep on. The only good thing about them moving out was that I had the bed to myself."

* * * * *

I've helped a bunch of my friends move, starting when I was in college and then on through the years. One guy in college piled all his stuff on top of his bed and two of us walked it about a mile to his new digs. Later, when I was starting a business I had a big, roomy box van that we hauled enormous amounts of stuff in, and after that there were station wagons and an SUV that would hold a lot. But moving Sally was a whole 'nother thing! She packed all her stuff in two trash bags, and tossed them onto the back seat of my little Buick. It was so simple, so small in scale, that it was pathetic. Nearly nineteen years of life and that's all she had to show for it. I could have moved her on a motorcycle.

She settled in and got right to work, cooking and cleaning, then rearranging and organizing all the closets, and soon she was just about managing the house. I wondered how I'd ever got along without her. 

* * * * *

About once a week Sally had terrible dreams and woke me up screaming or raving in a loud voice while sound asleep. I'd go in, wake her up, and get her out of bed to walk around until she was fully awake. Sometimes she'd tell me what it was all about, and more often she'd forget everything except the terror. The nightmares seemed to lessen in intensity and frequency as she got comfortable and felt more secure in her new home.

There was another problem that did not go away, however. "Carl," she asked one evening, "how would you describe our relationship?"

"I probably wouldn't. I think of this household more as two people living in the same house, than as a relationship. You've come to mean a lot to me, and I've grown very fond of you, but it's not like being lovers or having a torrid affair. You're you and I'm me. Here we are, watching TV together. I hope none of the neighbors are trying to make up some sort of lurid rumors about us. Still, as long as they're not casting me as a rapist or child molester, I can only take any attention they give us as a compliment."

"I'd like to have a simple way to explain our living arrangement if people ask. I say I'm your live-in housekeeper, but I don't think they buy it. They sort of wink and say, 'Oh, sure. Housekeeper, huh?' and there's nothing I can say to change their minds. It kind of gets to me, you know?"


The Gate



You were going home from that environmental conference on the West coast and me, from meetings in the Northwest. How ironic that we found out our planes would be landing at the same airport in some non-descript city at about the same time - each connecting from one place to a different one. You discovered that first and that, although we would only be on the ground at the same time for a grand total of about one hour and five minutes (according to the schedule), you thought maybe we could find a way to meet for a quick coffee or a drink. I, on the other hand, had a better idea.

It is always nice getting the bump to first. After a hectic day of meetings, I was able to finally unwind with a couple of drinks letting the day settle in behind me along with the fading sunset. I hate traveling in a suit, much preferring the comfort of jeans but there was no time to change before rushing to my flight. At least I can loosen the tie, kick back and listen to some tunes as I anticipate seeing you at the airport. I am in a heightened state of arousal thinking about what is going to happen in the next hour or so. My flight lands about 10 minutes before your scheduled arrival which gives me enough time to deplane and hustle to meet you at your gate. My semi-hard cock bounces free beneath my suit pants as I walk quickly towards you...I conveniently ditched my boxers when I visited the lav on the plane. 

Your plane pulls into the gate at precisely the scheduled arrival time. Gawd how I love this airline - always on time. I'm nervous and excited since it has been some time since our paths last crossed. I glance at my watch and see that I have exactly 1:05 until my departure...luck you have a longer layover. I quickly calculate that it'll take about 5-10 minutes to get to my gate. They promptly close the doors 10 minutes prior to departure leaving us a total of 45-50 minutes now. You are among the first to depart making me wonder how many people you bowled over either boarding or getting off the plane. You look great dressed in tight fitting jeans, a nice loose top barely concealing your beautiful breasts, your nipples hard with anticipation and your sexy short hair shining.

The thought leaves me as you come out the door, your eyes quickly scanning the gate area until they lock onto mine with laser precision. You hurry to me as I drop my bag and take you in my arms. Words now escape us both as our lips lock and we embrace tightly. The feeling is electric as I can feel our hearts pounding as we pull each other tighter. You let out a soft approving moan as you feel my hardness pressing into your pelvis. It seems my cock has some innate radar as it immediately grows stiff as soon as it is surrounded by the warmth of your crotch. I smile knowing it's going to be a little awkward once we let go. But time is marching on and I'm sure some of the other deplaning passengers are either jealous or about to tell us to get a room as we finally break apart. You tell me how great I look and how much you've missed me. My eyes quickly scan you up and down appraisingly and all I can muster is a rather mischievous "Ditto" as I take your hand and guide you quickly through the terminal with a smile on my face a mile wide. I hold the bag in front of me as much as I can thinking now that keeping those boxers on might have been a good idea. People rush past us going the other direction and I see the occasional smile and nod. I'm not sure if it is the tent in my pants or our flushed smiles that have tipped them off. You ask where we are going but I just say, "You'll see," as I pull you briskly alongside me.

Finally I see the sign for the airline club lounge ahead. I know the place well as I have transited through here no less than a hundred times in recent years. We enter the club and I quickly flash my club credentials to the door keeper and we go through. I pull you quickly through the sparsely filled club towards the bathrooms. Up ahead is the Men's and Women's and right in between, conveniently is the Family Changing Room. I look furtively left and right to see who might be watching but everyone is going about their business checking email, getting drinks, a bite to eat, and even a shoe shine. You start to protest that you don't need to use the bathroom but then as I make a beeline to the middle door and my hand hits the door knob I figure you might be starting to catch on. You are so smart! The door is unlocked - a good sign - as I bull though pulling you in behind me and quickly shutting and locking the door behind us. 

In the room there is a chair, a fold-down baby changing station attached to the wall and a low counter running the width of the room with a room size mirror behind it. I glance at my watch and see that my flight departs in 38 minutes. We drop our bags and our bodies quickly mash together in another embrace, this one more passionate and urgent than the one before. Our tongues are intertwined now as you grind your crotch into mine. I can feel precum leaking from my cock as I grab your ass and pull you in tighter. You step back a step as your hand goes for my hard-on as you grasp it through the material. My gawd I have never been more excited as my hands roam over your body brushing your tits as you fondle me. We continue to kiss deeply as you start to unzip me and then reach in my pants to free my throbbing penis from its confines taking it in both your hands. My hands explore underneath your pullover and then under your bra at last finding the hard nipples I so desire.

You undo my belt and unbutton my pants and they immediately fall to the floor. I reciprocate by unsnapping your jeans and slide them over your ass and I see you are wearing my favorite thong. Yum! I kneel in front of you and slide the jeans down your legs and I catch the fragrance of your beauty emanating from your barely concealed mound and pussy. Mmmm. I gently help you get the jeans off and I stand up...we are both naked from the waist down as I lift you up and place you on the counter in front of me. It is the perfect height for what I am about to do to you, with you. I lift your legs up and place your feet on the counter with your knees bent towards your chest and apart presenting your thong clad pussy to me. My hand finds the outside the front of your thong and I feel the warmth and wetness growing hotter and moister by the second. 

My lips again find yours as I move closer to you, the head of my hard missile seeking to gain entrance to your woman cave. Our tongues briefly disengage as my left hand pulls the fabric of your thong to the side as my right hand, full of my glistening steel, guides the head towards your wet cunt. I glance at my watch and it is :32 minutes 'til wheels up. I gently rub the head of my cock up and down your moist lips to lubricate it and pause briefly to rub it on your hard clit. Then all at once I bury my cock deep into your hot pussy hitting bottom immediately causing you to gasp. I rip your thong further to the side shredding it and I make a mental note that a Victoria's Secret visit is in my near future. 

I slowly then furiously pound my cock into the farthest, deepest reaches of your pussy as you grunt each time the head hits bottom. My hands are on your knees for support as I use them to pull your cunt farther onto my shaft, watching it slide in and out in rhythm with your hot breathing. There is enough room for you to start rubbing your clit as your back is now pressed against the mirror behind you with your shirt and bra pushed up over your tits. We both watch the piston-like action of me fucking your pussy furiously. "Yeah baby, fuck me harder...you know I love it like that," you hiss to me. I pick up the pace as I pound your pussy, my heart-rate no doubt reaching some sort of danger level. My balls are beginning to tighten, I know that pretty soon I am going to blow a 5 day old load deep inside you. I also know that you are approaching climax as the double pleasure of your fingers on your clit and my pulsing member assaulting your sopping pussy is getting the best of you. 

"I want you to cum for me. Will you do that for me?" I whisper to you. 

"Yeah, I want to cum for you," you moan as you near orgasm, your eyes closed and your breaths coming faster. All at once I feel your pussy muscles suddenly tighten around my engorged shaft as your body begins to shudder and quake at the onset of your orgasm. Perfect timing as I lose control and announce that I'm cumming as my cock shoots a jet of hot cum deep into your cunt. Another comes next, as forceful as the first one. I'm still pumping but as your body shakes, you move slightly and your pussy releases me as another load shoots - this time onto your fingers which are still rubbing your clit and your swollen labia lips. I grab my cock trying to put it back inside you but not before another stream of hot sticky cum shoots onto your taut abdomen. I push my pulsing penis back into you and I fill you with the remainder of my load as your spasms start to subside. We are both panting heavily and are sweaty from this fast furious fuck session in this small enclosed room.

You take your cum coated fingers from your clit and bring them to your mouth. Looking me in the eye you erotically, you gently lick my thick man yogurt from your sticky fingers. This turns me on as you savor my juices on your tongue. I smile as I kneel down in front of you and press my face to your wet hole. The scent of our bodies, our sweat, our love juices fills my senses as my tongue touches your sensitive clit causing you to jump. My tongue gently licks up our juices as I eagerly clean your pussy savoring the moment. I rise up, pausing at your navel to scoop up the cum that has pooled there with my tongue. My face is wet as our lips meet and my tongue enters your hungry mouth as we mix our mingled juices in each other's mouth. I slip my still half-hard cock inside you as our tongues continue to explore, you pause to kiss and lick my cheeks when we are shaken from our entranced embrace by a knock at the door. We freeze not even breathing for what seems like a minute. Another knock and a woman's voice asks if anyone is in there. We try to stifle a laugh as you say, "We'll be out in just a couple of minutes."

We scramble to get our clothes back on, not even bothering to try and clean ourselves up. I look at my watch and I have 14 minutes before they close the door to my plane. We give each other the once over to make sure we are presentable. I kiss you deeply as you open and walk out the door and find a woman with a small baby and bag in her arms waiting to use the changing room. She expected to see a toddler in tow with you when to her surprise, I follow you out, along with the musky, humid scent of raw sex wafting out the door behind us. Her look of surprise turned to a faint knowing smile.

We hurry towards the exit without looking back. Outside the club, we embrace one final time before my mad scramble to my gate. We kiss deeply and passionately, again tasting our juices. You gently wipe your hand across my still damp cheek and smile. I kiss you and tell you, "I'm glad you came for me." I turn and begin walking briskly to my gate...12 minutes. Halfway down the terminal I stop and turn and see you standing there gazing intently at me. I look at my watch - 11 minutes. I stuff my boarding pass in my jacket pocket. There's a later flight and there's a hotel next to the airport. I smile mischievously as I start walking back to you.



The Gate



"Sally, there's nothing that anybody can do to change somebody's mind, especially about something scandalous. The more you protest, the more they'll persist in their belief. Just let 'em go and don't worry about what they think."

"That's easy for you to say, but their gossip is giving me a reputation I don't deserve. I try not to let it bother me, but I just know they're talking about me behind my back."

"Any one person in particular that you've singled out?"

"I think Mrs. Morgan, up the street, is probably the source of the rumors. But I can't be sure."

"I think most of the neighbors know her for what she is, and if she's the source of your problem I'd just try to forget about it. She's started rumors about everybody in town at one time or another. But if it's really getting to be a problem for you, I can have a talk with her."

I had an opportunity the very next day, and decided to take a shot at it. Mrs. Morgan was out working in her flower bed when I was walking past with my dogs. She said hello, and I paraded the dogs up her driveway to get to a conversational distance. "Mrs. Morgan, you know everybody in the neighborhood, and I wonder if you could help me out. Somebody seems to be spreading malicious rumors about my young housekeeper, and it's getting to be a problem for us. She can't concentrate on her work, and she's upset because it's making her angry, which is against the religious vows she took as a young teenager. She tells me she's afraid that if the rumors continue she'll get so worked up that she'll start to lose her faith, and that's one thing that I'd never want to see happen. I don't know how widely it's known, but religion is her life, the only thing that sustained her after her mother moved out on her, and if she feels that she's slighted Jesus I'm afraid it will drive her into a really deep depression."

"Oh, my, that sounds serious. I'll keep my ear to the ground and if I hear anything I'll let you know. You know you can depend on me."

"Thanks a lot, Mrs. Morgan. I don't know what I'd without friends like you."

That afternoon I was running a few errands and I stopped in a jewelry store and bought an inexpensive chain with a cross pendant. That night at supper I gave Sally the necklace, and told her to wear it any time she was out in public. I mentioned that I believed her rumor problems were over, but that people might regard her as a religious fanatic, which probably would be much better than being considered a slut.

Later in the evening, while we were waiting for the TV news to come on, she asked, "Did you think of me as a slut? Is that why you wanted me to move in with you?"

"No, I never thought about you that way at all. To me you were a nice little girl in trouble, and I wanted to help you if I could. You made me think of my own kids, and I only did for you what I would have hoped someone would do for them. If I wanted the services of a slut, there are enough hookers around that I could hire by the hour, and they come with no emotional entanglements.

"I have a happy, peaceful home life and you've enriched that by taking over duties that I was performing poorly when I did them at all. I'm a terrible housekeeper, and yet I like my house neat and clean, and I especially like good food on the table. I shudder to recall what life here was like before you showed up."

She got up and came over to where I was sitting, and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you. You're very sweet." That came as a surprise to me. I'm sweet? I never thought of myself that way. I get hungry, yes. I like a neat home, yes. Is that what sweet is like? Who knows?

* * * * *

The next day I borrowed a friend's truck and hauled a sheet of plywood and some 2x4's home from the lumberyard. "What's all that for?" Sally wanted to know.

"The day that you showed up here I was figuring out how to make a new gate, and this is some of the material for it. In fact, I need your help to get this plywood into the back yard where I can work on it."

We got the plywood set up on some concrete blocks and I set to work measuring and cutting, and then fitting a two by four frame onto it. At first it didn't look like much, but with the hinges temporarily set in place, it started to resemble a huge door. But when we turned it over, exposing the open cavity that would eventually be covered up with the other sheet of plywood, it didn't resemble anything. From that point on it was a slow process, gluing a few blocks in place with the plywood facing down, letting the adhesive set and get semi-hard, then turning the whole thing over to put some screws in to hold the blocks firmly in place. Every day started by turning the plywood side down, and ended by turning the plywood side up. And every time we turned it, the assembly had a few more pieces of wood on it, so it had gained that much weight. We made jokes about it being like an exercise machine, with a few more weights added each time we went to exercise with it.

* * * * *

All the while that the gate was taking shape, so was the inside of the house. New curtains on my bedroom windows. Sally's room, which was on the south side of the house and therefore got the most sun, was bright and cheerful. The windows were all washed, which made a huge difference. Then there was the old carpet. It was worn out, threadbare in spots, the rubbery layer under it pounded to nothingness in spots by years of foot traffic, and unattractive to look at. We agreed that the carpet had to go, but we had no plan in place for getting rid of it and replacing it with some other floor treatment. We agreed that it would be a big project, and would have to wait until a lot of smaller jobs had been taken care of.

With cooler weather upon us, we were able to leave a few windows open to let fresh air blow in, and at night I felt good snuggling under a quilt while the air temperature in the bedroom dropped along with the outside air. One night I was in my usual position, all the way over on one side of my king size bed with a small dog snuggled up against my leg, when something woke me up. I came to life quickly, as I always did if something surprised me in the middle of the night. Sally was standing there, a hand on my shoulder, whispering something that I didn't understand right away. "Say that again, Sally. What's going on?"

"Somebody's moving around out in the front yard, and around the side of the house too. It's three in the morning. There shouldn't be anybody out there. Do something."

I grabbed the phone and punched in 911. When the police 911 operator came on, I identified myself, verified our address, and said we had prowlers, then handed the phone to Sally so she could tell the police operator what she'd heard. "Please send somebody to investigate, but have them come quietly so they don't scare the prowlers away. Come quickly, please. They're going to break in. I'm scared."

She handed the phone back to me. The voice on the other end said, "Please don't hang up. Help is on the way but the nearest car is about ten miles away from you right now, so he won't get there immediately. Do you have a safe room?"

"Pretty safe. The door is hollow but it locks."

"If you think somebody is in your house, get everybody into that room and lock the door. Then stay there until our officer says it's safe to come out. That's all you have to do. I'll stay on the line with you so you can tell me just what's happening, and I can tell the officer so he knows what to do when he arrives."

That touched off a long conversation. We handed the phone back and forth, and the 911 operator whose name turned out to be Mattie stayed on the other end. Sally crept back into her room and listened at the window as two people outside talked softly about what they'd do next. She showed me with hand gestures what they were going to do, and I retreated to my bedroom to tell Mattie about it. 

The people outside planned to go over the wall into the backyard and attack the house from the rear. The place where they planned to go up and over was a short stretch of wall at the east end of the house, and what they didn't know is that they would be dropping down into a cactus garden, which would probably slow them down some. It woule probably make them mad, too. It would have been easier to come through the gate, but that would have exposed them to the eyes of neighbors in two houses. The route they had chosen wasn't visible except from a short stretch of the street, and there wasn't anybody on the street at that hour. 

I left Sally in the master bedroom with the phone and a revolver, while I took a shotgun for protection and a nine millimeter automatic for good luck, and went into the dining room. 

The logical point of entry from the back yard would be the sliding glass door into the sun room. I very quietly slid that door open, leaving only the sliding screen door to block the way. I hoped that the burglars were smart enough to come in that way, and that they'd enter by just sliding the screen door open and they wouldn't have to damage the house. 

I had no idea when the police would arrive, and I couldn't just wait for us to be attacked. I didn't want anything to happen to Sally, so I hoped to stop the invasion at the back door with the shotgun, probably shoot the first one to come in and hope that the other one would run away.

The central point of the traffic pattern in my house is where the dining room and living room come together. All of the traffic lanes converge there, so no matter where a person comes from or where he's going, he has to pass that magic spot, at the south end of the dining room table. I got under the table with my weapons, a big flashlight, and a spare cordless phone, and waited. 

Pretty soon Sally tiptoed out of the master bedroom and got down on her hands and knees to get within whispering distance of me. "Mattie says that two police cars are on our street now, one coming from each end with their lights off. She wants you to come into the bedroom with me now, so that if the officers find anybody walking around they'll know he's a bad guy."

"That's a relief. Go ahead. Here, take the shotgun with you. I'll bring the rest." I crawled out between two chairs and followed her down the hallway. 

In the master bedroom I locked the door and slid an easy chair up against it for added security. Unless a person has police training he will usually walk through a doorway and then get his gun pointed ahead. That forces his focus on what's ahead of him, and leaves him vulnerable from the side for half a second or so. I figured if I could slow down the bad guys just inside the doorway, maybe give them something to do with their hands, I'd have a good chance of shooting them right there before they could hurt us. 

I sent Sally into the bathroom and told her to get in the shower stall with the curtain drawn, and keep her revolver pointed straight ahead. I got down alongside the bed, hidden from the doorway unless I popped my head up to look. I laid the shotgun across the bed, aimed right at the doorway. Then we waited.

Sally still had Mattie on the line. She said the police tried the front door and found it locked, so they were checking the gate. What a lucky thing that we still had the old three foot high gate there, which they could easily open and come on in. Through the open window I could hear somebody walking on the crushed stone of the backyard, so I supposed they were about to come in and confront the burglars. Then I heard a loud voice call out, "Police! Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up!"

Somebody bumped the door of the bedroom where we were holed up, and a shout came from the same general location, "Fuck you!" Then several things happened at once. Two shots were fired, and someone screamed from the hallway. A foot crashed through the bedroom door and a man lunged through the doorway and ran into the chair. I had a light on in the room and could see that he wasn't a policeman and he was holding a pistol, so as he turned toward me and then brought his pistol around in my direction, I fired the shotgun at his chest. Blood splattered out so I knew I'd hit him, but my attention was mainly focused on his pistol, which wavered and then dropped to the floor. I laid the shotgun back down on the bed and ducked down out of sight, holding my pistol and wondering where the police were.

The same voice that had announced the entry of the police called out again, "Police! Drop your weapons! Everybody come out where we can see your hands!" Down on the floor I peeked around the end of the bed, to see the burglar I'd shot draped over the arm of the chair with his head on the seat, not moving, and blood forming a pool on the carpet. I could see that his pistol was still on the floor where it had fallen, out of his reach. It seemed to me I could forget about him. A police uniform came up against the back of the burglar, and I could see the policeman's face. I set my pistol on the floor and raised up so my head and hands were above the bed. 

I could hear a muffled voice on the phone as Sally came out of the bathroom saying, "We're both okay. Yes, he's right here. Here, Mattie wants to talk to you," and she handed the phone to the policeman in the doorway, then turned and helped me to my feet. I nudged the shotgun with my knee so it wasn't aimed at the doorway any more, and walked around the end of the bed, but my legs felt shaky so I sat down on the foot of the bed and waited for whatever was coming next.

The policeman was talking on the phone and holstering his pistol at the same time. Then he reached down and felt around on the burglar's neck for a pulse. "This one is still alive but seems unconscious. Maybe he is, maybe not. Jerry, how's the one you shot? Jerry says he's dead. Here, Jerry, talk to Mattie," and he handed off the phone into the hallway out of my line of sight. Then he pulled handcuffs off his belt and cuffed the guy I shot, with his hands behind him. Turning to me, he held out his hand as Sally helped me to stand, and with the help of both of them I got across the legs of the bleeding burglar and out into the hallway. Sally came right behind me and we walked around the other burglar and out the wide open back door, and flopped down onto the patio chairs. 

When you shoot a twelve gauge shotgun in a small room, it seems like a cannon going off, and it does bad things to your hearing. Gradually the ringing in my ears decreased its volume, and I could hear a lot better. Sally said, "You were very brave to do that."

"It didn't seem that way to me. I had to defend myself and you, and shooting that guy was our last chance. I never wanted to be a hero, just a survivor. The graveyard's full of heroes."

"Well, you're my hero. What will happen now? Do you suppose they'll put yellow tape around the whole house, and we'll have to go to a motel? This was very exciting while it was happening, but now that it's over it's a pain in the butt. We can't even go in and get dressed."

"I'm still shaky. When they let you go in, see if you can grab my pants and shirt that were laid on the chair. I suppose they're on the floor now. And clean underwear. Toss it in on your bed, and after you're dressed I'll go in there and get dressed. But I need to sit here for a while and try to calm down."

About an hour later we were wearing real clothes, we'd given statements to the police, been fingerprinted, and talked with the people who came to look at the burglars. The ambulance crew that came for the one I shot checked him over and found that he'd died while they were on their way, so they took him in a body bag, just like his friend. I didn't want to look at him, but the ambulance guy told me the twelve gauge had got him right in the middle of the chest and made a mess of his plumbing, and maybe his spinal column, too. The two policemen had searched the whole house for any evidence the burglars might have left, and had taken away all the stuff they brought in, including their guns. A tow truck had taken away the truck the burglars had traveled in. The policemen had been the first good guys to arrive and they were the last to leave, with the house messed up but nothing damaged beyond repair.

It was too late to get any sleep so I drove over to the nearest exit on the interstate and we had a hearty breakfast at a truckstop. To make good use of our time, we went to an all-night supermarket and shopped for groceries that we needed to get anyway. Using rare foresight I had grabbed the big cooler from the back room and put it on the back seat of the Buick, so we loaded our perishables into it and added a big bag of ice. 

I called my lawyer and caught him in his office, where he had gone much earlier than usual to catch up on some paperwork. He agreed to take a statement from us about what happened. We went into a room where he had a videocam all set up to record depositions. There was a lot of introductory stuff, like our names, ages, address, and the time the event happened. Then Sally told how she heard the men outside her window, and everything that led up to the shooting. The critical questions for me had to do with the actual shooting of the burglar:

"What happened after you heard someone call out, 'Fuck you'?"

"I heard two shots, sounded like a handgun. I heard a scream and a thud, like a person falling on the floor. Then somebody in the hallway jiggled the doorknob and kicked the door in. A foot went right through it, and the part with the latch mechanism was broken right off from the rest of the door. A man wearing a black knit cap pushed the door open and started into the room, in a big hurry. He fell across the chair that was in his way, went face down. He was holding a gun, looked to me like a nine millimeter automatic, and as he fell across the chair it pointed down at the seat cushion."

"You saw that, the man pushing the broken door open and then falling across the chair?"

"Yes. I was kneeling beside the bed, the side away from the door, and I was aiming a shotgun over that way. As the man straightened up he was looking around frantically. He looked right at me and started to lift his pistol up and turn it toward where I was. So I shot him before he could shoot me."

"This was with a twelve gauge shotgun?"

"Yes. It was loaded with shotshells, I think number six shot, like what you'd use on rabbits or birds. I just fired once, pumped another shell into the chamber, and then watched to see what would happen."

"And what did happen?"

"I was mostly concentrating on the pistol that the burglar was holding, the one that he was trying to aim at me. He sort of froze in midair, not quite standing up straight. The pistol was in his hand, and it went up, not aimed at anything of importance, and then he dropped it to the floor and pitched forward onto the chair. He never moved after that while I was watching."

"What did you do then?"

"I laid the shotgun down and ducked down behind the bed. I thought there was probably no more threat, but I had to play it safe. I heard a loud voice say, 'Police! Lay down your weapons and come out with your hands where we can see them.' I was holding my own pistol as I knelt on the floor, and I laid it on the floor and stood up, with my hands held up about shoulder high."

"Why did you shoot that man with your shotgun?"

"Because I was in mortal fear for myself and Sally. He had refused to surrender to the police when he had a chance to. He could have gone into the other bedroom. That door was standing wide open, so he could have ducked in there to evade the police, and escaped out the window. But he broke into the master bedroom, through the only door inside the house that was closed and locked. He had to know there were people in that room, so I knew that instead of trying to make a clean getaway he was looking for a hostage. I was, and I still am, firmly convinced that if I had not shot him I would have been killed and Sally would have been seized as a hostage, kidnapped, and ended up dead or raped or severely harmed somehow. Shooting him was the only way that I could save us from great bodily harm."




The Gate



"Why didn't you shoot him again?"

"Look, I had never seen this man before in my life. I had no reason to harm him, except to stop him from attacking us, to save our lives. When his pistol fell to the floor, and he didn't produce any other weapon, and he stopped moving, I figured he was no longer a threat, so I had no further reason to shoot at him."

"Thank you, Mr, Dunham. That's all the questions I have for you."

At home we put the groceries away and I called my insurance agent, who said an adjuster would be there within a day. By suppertime we were about back to normal. I'd already cut up a big box and laid cardboard across the pools of blood that had soaked into the carpet. The only damage was in the hallway and master bedroom, where the door was demolished, a carpet that I hated was ruined, and a few shotgun pellets had left pockmarks in the walls Most important, Sally and I were all right. Compared to what might have been, I figured we were pretty lucky. 

* * * * *

After supper that night we sat and watched TV as if nothing unusual had happened. The excitement seemed to be over.

But that wasn't all that there was to it. As our bodies relaxed in our beds and our minds could replay their tapes without interruption, we grew edgy. I went right off to sleep at first, but I woke a few minutes later and couldn't get back to sleep. Quietly, I got up and went into the kitchen, trying not to arouse Sally, but when I heard a little noise I turned and found her right behind me.

"You couldn't sleep either?" I asked.

"No, even though I'm dead tired. Got anything that's good for this?"

"There's some milk that you could warm up. I've heard that's good. Personally, I couldn't stand it. I think I'll have a wee drop of whiskey."

"What do you drink that with?"

"A glass. I've got a jug of Crown Royal in here, and it's as smooth as good French Cognac." So saying I pulled out the bottle and poured myself a good amount in a snifter glass. "Want a sip?"

"Just to see what it's like." She took a tiny bit, maybe a quarter of an ounce, and swished it around in her mouth, then swallowed. "You're right. I thought maybe I couldn't get it down, but it's nice. Could I have a little glass of my own?"

"I hope I don't go to jail for corrupting a minor. Here. Wear it in good health." We sipped in companionable silence, standing in the kitchen. 

She moved closer to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. "I never did thank you for saving my life this morning. You took an awful risk, standing up to that terrible man. I never thought of it at the time, but we could have gone out the front door while they were coming in the back. They probably would have caught me but you could have gotten away. But you only thought about putting yourself between the danger and me, protecting my life by risking yours. Why?"

I didn't hesitate for a second. "Because to me, you are a precious jewel, a treasure worth protecting at any cost."

"I was afraid you'd say that." She paused, as if thinking about how to word something she was reluctant to tell me. "I've got some news that's probably going to complicate both our lives. I've thought about this all day, and even though I'm positive it's true, I hate to say it out loud. Anyway, here goes. I love you. I would have kept it to myself except for the answer you gave me just now. Carl, let's face it, we're in love. What you did was an act of love, nothing else. Think of it. This is the thing that girls dream of, sharing love with a really good man. And now that I've got it, I don't know what to do about it."

"Neither do I. It's not as if we'd planned this. I never saw this coming. I suppose I should have, but I was blind to it. But even if I'd seen it coming, could I have done anything to prevent it? What? Send you packing? That would have been cruel. Try to act angry to turn you away from me? That would have been mean and dishonest. No, this is real and it's honest, and it's pure. I mean, this isn't just lust for each other's bodies. It has nothing to do with appearances or physical attributes. Sally, I can honestly say that my attraction to you isn't about you being young and fresh and beautiful and pure. Well, pure, yes. You're simply a wonderful person, and if you were my age or any other age, you'd still be a wonderful person. I just love you, the real you. 

"I think your mother, for all the love she must have had for you, was blind as a bat when she packed up and moved out and left you behind. I'm sorry; I probably shouldn't have said that. What was between you and your mother is none of my business. But I get angry at the thought of anybody doing anything that would hurt you. And yes, I'd risk my life for you any day of the week, not because I enjoy taking risks but because you're worth dying for."

"So what do we do now?"

"We finish our whiskey and go back to bed. But we'll go to my bed. I don't want you in the other bedroom alone, trying to grapple with all this. But I want you to understand that I wouldn't feel right about making love to you right after the burglary. I don't want you to look back on all this years from now and think that I took advantage of you when you were still scared. So anything stronger than holding you close is going to wait until our heads are clear and we have thought this all out very carefully. A sexual relationship is like toothpaste. Once it's out of the tube you can never put it back."

She climbed into my king size bed and crawled to the middle. I stood there looking at her, thinking how tiny she looked on that big mattress. I got in and we snuggled together like a couple of puppies, all arms and legs over and under each other, so closely intertwined that you couldn't have pulled us apart. 

Was it the alcohol or our relief at having our love out where we could act on it, that made us go to sleep as soon as our tired bodies hit the mattress as one? I only know that I slept soundly, without any bad dreams about killing people, and I believe that Sally did the same. We didn't need dreams that night; we had each other. Sally was all the dream that I'd ever need.

In the morning we slept late, and even when we did start to stir we drifted back to sleep. I was so pleased to have her with me that I had no desire to get up and start moving around. Why move when you're snuggled up to an angel? 

I was lying there, half asleep, when Sally opened her eyes and stretched her arms up straight over her head. Let me tell you, that can be a little alarming when you're not prepared for it. But what came next was just as surprising: she lowered her arms and hugged me as close to her as I could get. I wasn't prepared for it, and my face landed smack between her luscious breasts. Nothing to complain about, that's for sure. Her nightgown still covered them. My nose was on her skin, my mouth on lace-trimmed cotton. But her arms, reaching around my neck, cradled her twin girls and shoved them up against my cheeks, like bookends. 

I made a mental note never to forget this experience. I mean, if I ever get the worst case of Alzheimer's disease on record, I'll still remember that hug. It was one for the memory book.

I don't even remember what we did the rest of that morning. Just ordinary things, but we did them together, and that made them special. We ate lunch in the living room, side by side on the sofa, and as we ate we talked. When the food was gone the conversation wasn't. We talked on for hours: about ourselves, about each other, about our relationship, about our living arrangement, about what people would think, about whether we gave a damn what people would think, about sex, about my vasectomy, about every subject under the sun, until we both knew that we were going into this relationship with our eyes open, and that our feelings were in every way mutual. Late in the afternoon we went into the bedroom and consummated our relationship. 

I'd love to tell you that it was the most spectacular sex that the world has ever seen, but in fact it was just about the opposite. We were trying too hard, and in our nervousness we were hesitant and clumsy, fumbling around, making a mockery of the most beautiful act that a man and woman can perform together. A casual observer would have thought that we were two adolescents trying to learn what sex was all about by trial and error. Fortunately, our love carried us through it with no hurt feelings.

But that night, ah, that was different. We were simply superb together, helping each other, attentive to each other's feelings and sensations, and we managed to get everything timed to perfection. When we reached a final thundering orgasm together the world was saved, the heavens applauded, and the stars sang out. It was simply the best simultaneous climax in the history of mankind.

We hugged our naked bodies together and held on for dear life. After the disastrous afternoon performance we didn't expect very much, so when perfection was achieved that night we were awestruck. Sally said it all, when she sighed and whispered, "Who could believe that we could make such beautiful music together?"

I lay in her arms and replied, "I almost hate to have sex ever again because nothing could be as perfect as what we've just enjoyed together. But there's a little voice saying, 'We did it once, so we could do it again!' And I want to believe that little voice."

"And again, and again, and again!" added Sally, laughing with a sound like angels singing.

I was thinking over our whole life together, so far. "We must keep track of the important firsts in our relationship. We had our first passionate kiss last night, in the kitchen. We had our first night together right after that. Then this afternoon we had our first clumsy, awkward sex, and tonight we had the most perfect lovemaking since Adam and Eve. What's left?"

"Our first fight! I can't wait to see what it will be about. And then we can have our first makeup fuck, when we blow away all the anger and tears with another beautiful orgasm. Now that's really something to look forward to!"

"You know, today is the first time we've been naked together. You are so beautiful, it's a shame to cover you up with clothes"

"Do you like my tits? My nipples are so sensitive, and when you lick them and suck on them I just about go through the roof! You know just how to make a woman glad she's built like a woman. Oh, you got a good look at my cunt when you were licking it. Do you like it?"

"I love it! It's gorgeous. And when your outer lips are opened, it looks like a wonderland for my tongue. It makes my tongue want to crawl right in there."

"Not only your tongue. Your cock is just right for me. I'm glad it isn't huge, because it would take away from the wonderful sensations of you moving in me. You've got just the perfect prick for my pussy, and you can put it in there any time you want to. And oh, that one time when you sucked on my clit! I never even heard of anything like that. Licking, sure, I've heard girls say their guys do that, but sucking, really sucking on my clit till I came, and with your fingers rubbing my G spot at the same time, now that's something that nobody ever told me could happen."

"I love to give you pleasure. I think I'll make that my life's work. Sally and her orgasms. From now on, satisfying Sally is my specialty, my hobby, my greatest reward."

"I'm sorry I didn't do better on your blowjob this afternoon. I've never done that before, and it's going to take some practice to get it right. I hope you don't mind. Maybe I could give you one every night just as we're dropping off to sleep. How would that be, slipping off to sleep while I swallow your semen. I've got to work on that.

"But oh, Carl, all this talk about sex has got me so hot. Please fuck me again. Here, you get in front of me and let me put my ankles over your shoulders. Now plunge your prick in there, make my cunt happy. Mmmm, keep that up. That's just right. Yes, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me! Oh, oh, there's a little one! Keep going, that's right, keep going just like that. Now harder, harder, yeah, really bang away at me, pound me, now spray your load in my cunt! Oh, am I ever coming! Oh, you fucker, you've done it again! Keep going, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me! Bang me! Oh, how I love that! It's right there! I can feel it but there's more to come yet. I want it! I want all of it! Just a little more. Fuck, fuck, fuck me! Aaaah, there it is now! Ooooh." 

There was a long pause, while her whole body gradually went from stiff to rubbery. "Oh, Carl, how I love the things you do to me!" There she was, right there in my arms, the most beautiful girl in the world, and I had just given her pleasure beyond words! It made me so proud. If I'd died right then my life would have been complete, my goal achieved, my purpose fulfilled.

* * * * *

Life went on. The insurance adjuster came and did his thing, and floor covering people came and re-carpeted the whole house. A handyman came and repaired the walls in the bedroom and repainted the whole room. I was satisfied that we had got the place back to normal, and the new carpet was a big improvement over the old stuff. There was no more cardboard on the floor and no more smell of dried blood, no lingering reminders of our encounter with violent death. So our little love nest was serene once more.

* * * * *

Out in the back yard, the gate still needed work, so a couple of days later we got back to it. In the morning we applied adhesive and laid the back side plywood on, aligning it carefully and putting small nails in all four corners. Concrete blocks were set in critical locations to apply slight pressure on the adhesive, which would be allowed to cure overnight. I didn't want to disturb it for a whole day, to allow the adhesive to harden thoroughly. Next morning I figured it was fully hard, and it was time to run a few screws through the plywood to secure the blocks in place, to make sure that if there were a local failure of the adhesive with changes in the weather, it wouldn't propagate across the entire bondline. 

We had to move the whole assembly from the patio out to the yard, where I had set up blocks to support it. Picking it up was sort of tricky, and then when we set it down gently, we had to bend our knees and lean forward. I couldn't help but notice that I was looking directly down Sally's blouse, an exercise that could give a healthy man a heart attack. I stepped over to her, and she met me with a hand across my crotch and asked, "Oh, is that for me?"

"Yes, it's all yours," I replied. "Where would you like me to put it?"

"Let's go into the bedroom and see if we can find a place where it will fit."

Five minutes later we had stripped down for action and were doing a trial installation. "You're very wet down there," I observed.

"All the better for you to fuck me. Oh, you slid into my cunt so smoothly. But wait, are you a little bigger than usual this morning?"

"Seeing you bent down like that would give a marble statue a hardon. Here, let's turn over and you can go for a ride, while I watch your girls jiggle and dance."

"Maybe you could hold them, cradle them, so they don't get scared. Curl your fingers around and use their little noses for handles."

"Let me give them a kiss first so they'll know I'm going to take good care of them."

As I slid the rest of the way into Sally I finally hit bottom, with the head of my cock nudging her cervix. It felt good to me, and Sally let out a little squeal of excited surprise. "Oh, that feels so good. I told you we fit together perfectly. Aaah, play with my tits. Rub my nipples. That's it, so nice. Can you reach up enough to suck them? Here, I'll lean over. Maybe I can dangle them right into your mouth. Yes, flicking your tongue, that's so good! Oh, keep that up! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me! I'm gonna come!"

I stroked on through her first orgasm and caught up with her on her second, spraying my load into her cunt just about two strokes after she had stiffened up and made noises that weren't words, but sure weren't screams either. With my cock still in her, she lay down on top of me and I hugged her close as we came back from outer space and re-entered earth's atmosphere. We were gasping for breath at first, then snuggled silently while we got back to normal. The feeling was magnificent, her velvety insides caressing my softening phallus while our mixed juices seeped out and trickled over my thigh, and her gorgeous, generous tits massaged my chest.

"Oh, this feels so good," she whispered. " I hate to move."

"Then don't. I could hold you forever like this. You know, you're a real contradiction. You can work around here all day long and not tire out, you can lift your end of the gate with ease, and yet you're so soft, so tender, and your skin feels like a baby's."

"Aren't you afraid you'll get tired of me? What's going to happen when I want sex and you can't do it? Oh, I know, that's when I can suck your cock and get it hard. I haven't been practicing that, have I. I've fallen behind in my duties as a diligent housekeeper. It's just that when we get here on the bed, all excited, I want to feel you inside me, and when we do that I lose track of everything else in the world. Once you're in me, the sun could turn purple and I wouldn't know or care. The combination of sexual excitement and love takes over my whole being, and it's the greatest feeling in the world. Oh, you've made me so happy! I'm afraid I'm giddy, like a little kid, but it's such an honest, open feeling that it makes me forget every bad thing that's ever happened to me, and I get lost in the moment. There's no past; I hope there's a future but I can't think about it; the present, the here and now, the you and me, that's all that matters." She was still for a few seconds. "Oh, how can you put up with my babbling?"

"You're just bubbling over with good feelings, and it's wonderful to watch and listen to you. You're so sweet, so loving, so lovable, so genuine. You're so important to me, so necessary, like air and water. It's like having the energy of all the living things on the planet, rolled up into one precious little bundle labeled Sally. Having you here with me all day is so wonderful that it seems impossible. How could I ever be so fortunate? I feel that I must be living a dream."

We drifted off into a nap, our happiness erasing all the troubling memories of her unhappy past and my close call with a burglar who wanted to kill me, and we slept without stirring. I dimly recall feeling that Sally's skin was cool when I ran my hand over her arm and back, and I guess I must have grabbed a sheet and put it over us, but other than that we were too content with our embrace to spoil it by moving. After what felt like five minutes we woke up and the clock told me that we had slept for two hours. Even after all that, I didn't want Sally to move out of my arms, and I told her so.

"I feel the same way, but we've got to get up some time."

"I know, but I don't want to. Maybe I've gone a little crazy, wanting you up against me every minute of every day. You're more than a person to me. You're my reason for living, the target of all my desires, and my good luck charm, all rolled up in one."

"Don't forget, even girls who are good luck charms have to go to the bathroom sometime, and get dressed, and do the laundry. They even have to help move gates from time to time. So cuddling is good, very very good in fact, but other things have to be worked into our schedule, too."

Sally stretched and gave me a hug. "Somehow, Carl, in our sexually satisfied stupor, we've managed to get ourselves out of phase with the rest of the world. Here it is, late afternoon, and we're just waking up. What do you feel like doing now? Are you hungry? We should be, but I'm not. How about you?"




The Gatehouse Cottage



With his hand in mine, I let him lead me down the drive towards the Gatehouse. I was as prepared as I would ever be. Two heavy petting sessions in the school grounds, kind of abortive, as my fears had overcome me when he tried to slip a hand into my knickers. The open mouthed kisses had taken me by surprise, stirring feelings I was still trying to deal with. I ached to give him what he wanted and when he told me how he had managed to acquire the key to the currently unoccupied teachers accommodation – it seemed to be the perfect opportunity. I was determined to let it happen, go all the way if that was what he desired. I was going shamelessly prepared, my breast feeling large and pendulous without my bra, and sneaked out after prep to meet him at the top of the long school driveway. The cool evening air touched me like it never had before. I could feel the strange concoction of anticipation and terror flowing in my bloodstream. I felt wanton and wild, and not a little terrified. 

The Gatehouse cottage looked dark and rather spooky. He produced the door key with a flourish and opened it without problems. We were far enough from the main buildings, and well screened enough, from the driveway and school, that with the curtains drawn we felt safe with the lights on. The furnishings were rather threadbare, but the sofa was fairly new. A single large fluffy cushion seemed to be the sole decorative feature of the room. He hugged me in his way, an enveloping bear hug that crushed me comfortably, weakening my knees. His hands wandered down to caress my behind, squeezing, kneading. He guided me towards the sofa and he sat, motioning me to join him. I steeled myself and complied, rather stiff, knees together and my hands clasped in my lap. He wasted no time on small talk, we both knew why we were there. His left arm slipped around my shoulders, and he turned his body slightly to face me. He nuzzled my neck, and moved on to my ear and cheek, much like before. This time I was more than ready for the open mouthed kisses. His right hand gently turned my face to his, and he caressed me gently. I liked the way he did that, and I could feel the stiffness leave my body and I relaxed. It felt good, I enjoyed his obvious pleasure in touching me, lips tenderly kissing mine, brushing my eyes and running lightly over my skin in kind of tactile worship. He seemed to know what effect he had on me, nibbling an ear lobe, warm breath raising the hairs on my neck. I hardly noticed when he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped his warm hand in to cup and fondle my unfettered breasts. He found my nipples hard to his touch, and when he covered them with his circling palm I found the sensation more than pleasant. So far, this was all familiar territory. Time to move on… His hand dropped into my lap, and began to stroke my knees, just below the hem of my skirt.

I closed my eyes, and thought to myself, this is it. This is really happening. A moment later I opened them again as I felt my skirt being inched up over my knees and thighs. He is going to find out that I have no knickers on, I thought. What would he think about my hairless mound? Momentarily I cursed my mother, and her insistence that it was the proper way to be. I had heard, and ignored, the odd snigger in the girl's dorm, on the rare occasions that we glimpsed each other's naked form. How I suddenly envied them their curly tufts and concealing fuzz. Would he find my smooth, hairless sex a childish affection that would damn me in his eyes? And the fact that I had my pants screwed up in my jacket pocket? Would he think me a cheap little tart? Or would he understand, be pleased by the clear unspoken signal I would be giving him? Had I left them on, would I have found the courage to let him remove them? To ask him to remove them? The words to stop him, stop this happening, died unspoken. I was going to go through with this, I wanted this to happen.

It both excited and depressed me. It was exiting because I realised I'd have to deliver what I was promising, and depressed because I wanted him to know what a great leap into the unknown I was taking with him that night. My skirt inched higher and I tensed at what his reaction would be. What he eventually did, removed all my worries, and made me aware for the first time in my life what power we women can wield. His reaction? He gasped. That's all. He just gasped. He'd inched my skirt right up to the top of my legs and I felt how his fingers trembled when he came to the smooth flesh of my inner thighs. But then came the moment when he pushed my skirt that extra inch and he revealed at last, the fine butter smooth skin of my puffy lipped sex, my mound, as bald as new born baby, and just the very beginnings of my cleft. And he gasped.

I opened my eyes and watched him then, and let me tell you – the look of adoration on his face. You'd think he was being led into the treasure cave of his dreams – which I guess he was. Me being the treasure. I mean… look at your own pussy, down there, and what do you see? Skin and hair, or no hair in my case, … a bit of a bulge… the beginnings of your furrow. Big deal. But a randy male looks at it – and remember, that's all he can see, yet – you haven't opened your legs – he can't see the gates of paradise – all he's seeing is mound, and groove – a bit of it – but just watch his eyes almost pop out! Listen to him gasp. Feel the shiver in his body. Hear his breathing go all to pieces… I turned into a goddess at that moment. I felt an urge to strip all my clothes off then. I felt as if I could kill him with visions of ecstasy to come! But, of course, I just lay there, stupefied, really, by the weight of his adoration of me. And feeling superior, too - because, although I'm as fond of looking at sexy men as the next girl is – I could never go into that trance of worshipful adoration. 

He carefully folded my skirt into a rumpled belt around my waist, and I lay bare and vulnerable before his intense, worshipful gaze. Tentatively he reached out with a shaky hand, his fingers trembling as he brushed the smooth, sensitive skin of my mound. He seemed to be afraid it might vanish in a puff of smoke. His touch tingled, electrifying me. I had the urge to grip his wrist and force his hand hard against me, rubbing the places that I suddenly wanted rubbing. I just lay there, of course, unable to move or speak and let him gently, oh so tenderly stroke my pussy, until it was me trembling with tension and anticipation. He knew all about my "little man", working a moist fingertip lightly over the spot. Involuntarily my thighs sagged open, parting my slit, inviting him in… and he took up the offer. I think I heard my own gasp as he curled a finger down my cleft and probed the mouth of my virginal opening. He slid into me and I could feel the pressure inside me as he explored the barrier of my hymen, stretching the narrow opening wider than I had ever dared. The thumb that remained over my button maintained its steady, circling pressure as a second finger squeezed in beside the first. Feelings, sensations began to make my head reel and I started to panic a little. Then he leaned further over and covered my mouth with his. I was busy sucking on his insistent, probing tongue as he began to work his two impaling fingers deeper into me, his palm now enveloping my sex, the ball of his thumb pressuring my clitoris rhythmically… I know I felt his third finger, down near my anus, slick with my own juices… but frankly, by then, I really didn't give a damn. 

I did not orgasm, still too tense, too fearful. It was all too new, too overwhelming… Sounds crazy, but I do not really know what happened for a while. When my head cleared a little, his mouth was gone from mine, and I was kissing his hair, as he suckled on my tingling nipple. His fingers still moved in the liquid depths of my sex, deep and probing. Technically, I suppose I lost my maidenhead to his fingers, but my clearing mind knew that the loss of virginity involved a little more than a couple of fingers. Bold with passion I found the words I had longed to, but dreaded to, say.

"Fuck me. Please do it." My shaky voice, the forbidden words, sounded quite alien to my ears. His gentle laugh froze the blood in my veins. My heart felt as if it had stopped… Then he spoke, warm and gentle, with a hint of that seductive laughter.

"Uh uh. I think I'd rather make love to you." The bastard! Silver-tongued devil. Golden tongued would prove more apt. I'd have bent over and taken it up the ass there and then if he had asked. Instead he stole my soul and heart, along with my mouth, my ass and my willing cunt.

He slipped to his knees and positioned himself between my thighs. I was suddenly very self-conscious again, at his proximity to my most private parts, exposed and shiny wet as they were. I was also suddenly icily aware of my own aroma… and suddenly tried to close my thighs – stupid with his torso in the way. That damming gentle laugh and words to charm the birds from the trees. 

"God, you are beautiful. Don't ever change." Which, as intended, relaxed me once more – long enough for him to suddenly, shockingly, raise my knees and part my legs, folding them up and spreading me like a gyno exam. I gasped a pointless "No!", far too late. He had me neatly pinned. I wriggled ineffectively, vulnerable and exposed in a way that I could never have imagined. Then once more, his rapt, adoring, expression - as he feasted his gaze upon my smooth, hairless sex, relaxed me. Until, that is, I realised how this position exposed my anus to his hot gaze. If I had been free to move I would have curled up with embarrassment. I tensed all over again as he lowered his face to the juncture of my thighs, then yelped as his stiffened tongue parted my labia with hot wet lick and stabbed into my vagina. I died of shame, of pride and of pleasure. My fears and restraints evaporated as he ate me, inhaled me, with such obvious joy. I was lost and damned for all time from that moment on. He showered me with kisses, nibbling bites and sensuous licks upon my bare mound and damp furrow. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. He flicked, and licked and suckled on my aching clit. His golden tongue and stiff fingers plunged deep into my pussy. I whimpered and moaned when he forced a finger into my juice filled asshole, and I urged him on like a well-paid whore. Just imagine - a modest, properly raised, Indian girl who couldn't say 'penis' without blushing or giggling – banished at the flick of tongue. I came this time… Wild and abandoned and it just seemed to go on and on. I heard my own voice, like a distant loudspeaker, echoing in my head. 'Fuck me', 'eat me', 'suck me'… The timeless litany of pleasurable sex. 

Then there was a mere finger or two to stir the honey pot, as he rose and leaned over me. I had not heard him undo his trousers, or free the ridged bar of flesh thus exposed – I guess I had been otherwise engaged. Cock, penis, dick, hardon… It was not really what I expected. Curly snails on statues, anonymous outlines in textbooks. Pale, and veined and throbbing with life. The glans, the smooth, aerodynamic bugle with its single eye… I would in time, come to know you well. This night I met a stranger, pressed to my open, panting mouth and I welcomed you with all of my inexperienced enthusiasm. I was vaguely aware of the size of him, the hardness and slight salty flavour. In the days, and nights to come I would learn more about this throbbing stranger, and discover the fact that this was a circumcised variety, marvel at the curious furry pouch of his testicals and how that little ridge of tissue beneath the flared head could drive him wild. For now he contented himself with a few gentle, shallow pokes into my open mouth, distending my cheeks and making me snuffle awkwardly through my nose. It was only a brief taste, pun intended, of reciprocated oral pleasure. But I loved his rapt expression, the tension in his restrained movements…, this was an act I vowed to master. I could feel the control I had over him, for the first time, I could feel the power in me, the power to bend him to my will, to my desires.

He withdrew, all too soon, and I felt cheated of my chance to savour that power longer, to return the pleasure his tongue had given me. He knelt once more, and raised my thighs as before. The difference this time was the ridged, upward curving hardness nuzzling the fleshy gates of my damp flower. He took his time, the slippery length rubbing back and forth along my cleft, clearly enjoying the feel of me. His face was intense, rapt - as if he was trying to burn the memory of me in his synapses – to replay at his leisure. I was afire with anticipation, with a hungry longing that is impossible to put into words. I found my voice, a slurred and throaty stranger's voice, and whispered, "Please…, please hurry. I want you." I could feel the hot burn as my ears coloured at those wicked words. 

Then the blunt wedge of him was pushing past my over lubricated portal, pressing into me, filling me. Belatedly, fear blossomed in my traditionally heaving breast once more. He was too much, it was going to hurt. What if he got me pregnant. Oh God…, what a time to think about the practicalities.

"Don't", I sobbed and he paused. Brows furrowed in concern. I panted, gathering my courage. I wanted this. Of course he will fit, I was made for this. The tip of cock throbbed and burned at the very mouth of my vagina. Pregnancy.

"Please…, don't cum in me…," I managed to whisper. 

His smile was one of relief, of concern. His voice was warm, serious. 

"Don't worry – not a part of my master plan." 

His impaling spike pressed deeper. I whimpered, feeling my body tensing around him and he would pause again, his hands and mouth caressing me, and as I relaxed a little, he slipped deeper. I was stretched and filled with an alien hardness, and he took a lifetime to enter me that first time. Every nerve ending I possessed seemed to be concentrated between my thighs. There was no pain, a moment or two of mild discomfort, my body did what it was designed to do. And then my concentrated senses felt the feathery brush of curly hairs as his balls tickled my ass - and he was hilt deep inside my body. I had six inches of hard cock snugly buried inside me for the first time… and it felt good. So damn good. 

"Don't move. Let me feel you." I whispered. Then giggled as I felt his length pulse inside me. 

"Did you do that?"

"Hm", he grunted softly as he did it again. I loved that sensation. I tensed myself and tried to squeeze him back. 

"Feel that?" He kissed me, then whispered, "Just don't have a coughing fit". I found that hilarious and laughed aloud. I could feel myself clench around him and it made him groan theatrically. Then, in one smooth motion he withdrew from me, almost fully outside me, forcing a whimpering moan from me…, it felt like…, like a yawning emptiness, like hunger…, or as if he was turning me inside out…, I just started to speak, to tell him to stay in me when he filled me again. His full length sliding deep into me, his balls swinging to thud gently against my exposed bottom. My words vanished in a gasping rush of expelled air. Then he stilled, and throbbed, basking in my liquid embrace. "Do it again." I urged in a whisper. And he did…, Oh God he did. Again and again and again. My world dissolved into sensory overload once more, as he hunched over me, driving his hardness into me. I remember my thighs trying to lock around his torso, my heels drumming against him. I remember the steady rhythmic slap of his balls against me, his thumb on my clitoris, his mouth clamped over one nipple then the other… I tugged at his hair, groped for his ass and drummed my fists on his shoulders. He paused, deep in me. New tempo, shallower, gentler…, now pressing kind of sideways, a twisting motion that seemed to churn my insides into a knot of pleasure. Then the angle changed, plunging in more vertical, then shallow, touching different places inside me. Then back into the steady back and forth, full length plunges that made my head feel like it was going to explode. Rippling waves of unsuspected pleasure wracked my body once more… 

Then he was rearing up, his cock springing free of my sex. It looked painfully swollen, shiny with my cum. His face was screwed up in the agony of unbearable pleasure. He was about to cum! I grasped the jerking, slippery length just as I felt the first pulse of semen along the shaft – and the creamy jet spat from the winking eye, over my sweaty mound and the tangled rope of my skirt. His own hand quickly covered mine, as he guided me in that rapid back and forth action of male masturbation. I struggled to lean hungrily forward, and as he pressed forward, over me, a second spurt landed on my spit covered breasts. Finally, in a backbreaking stretch, I had his cock to my lips. He spat one more tiny dollop onto my tongue and I savoured my first taste of semen. And of me. Sugar and spice, and a touch of the sea. My inner self gloated. 

I had done it… And inside I revelled in my new found powers. I lay back into the sofa, enveloped in a fog of warm contentment, as he lazily massaged the splatters of aromatic fluid into my breasts and mons. I savoured our mingled flavours and enjoyed his devotions. I was relaxed and comfortable, letting him gently remove my blouse and stained skirt with a childlike passivity. I loved the gentle crush of his hugs, his hungry kisses on my lips and neck. The length of his naked body entwined with mine as we lay along the sofa. I could feel his hardness stirring against my flank and reached for him, wrapping my hands around the shaft. He shifted slightly to allow me better access, and then slipped a hand between my thighs. I winced slightly, suddenly aware of the tenderness in my recently stretched pussy. We lay a while, and he seemed as hard as ever. I was slippery wet, with a seemingly endless supply of honey from my overflowing pot. A thought began to grow… Dare I? Hell yes!

"Again. Do it again." 

That gentle laugh held no mockery to my ears this time. I heard the pleasure, the pride in it. "I thought you'd never ask". He rose, pulling free of my hand, and rolled me over onto my back. I watched his eyes widen in appreciation as I exposed my newly sucked and newly fucked, bald, smooth lipped furrow to his gaze. Having so recently filled that crack with tongue and fingers and hard pumping cock, his adoration bathed me in a warm glow all over again.

"Eat it." I growled. And he did. I lost all restraint, fingers tangled in his hair, hips bucking. Somewhere in the midst of my gut clenching orgasm I could feel his thumb slide into my ass. An hour ago I would have died of shame. Now? Now I wondered what his cock would feel like buried in that tight, tingling orifice. The throes subsided, a lazy post climactic warmth flooded through me, his tongue reduced to the occasional pleasurable, lapping along the length of my parted labia. He rose onto his knees once more, the lower half of his face glistening with spit and pussy juice. 

"Turn over." Why? Was my initial thought. Then mentally I shrugged, whatever he wanted. I rolled over, and it was only when he raised my hips, and nudged my thighs wide, so that I ended up with one foot stretched out and resting on the floor, the other kneeling on the sofa, did I understand. Sure. It was a position I had seen illustrated – doggy, rear entry. I gripped the cushion and waited. It felt pretty good already… kind of submissive, animalistic. He hungrily kissed my proffered behind, then licked at me. He bit my ass! Then kissed the glowing spot. It was a weird feeling, his mouth and tongue on my ass, and poking my pussy from behind. Nice weird. But a tease – I was confident enough now to wriggle my behind at him, and he quickly took the hint. Oh god – I didn't know it could keep getting better. No slowly, slowly teasing this time – his cock parted my pouting lips and drove deeply into me from behind. He went deeper into me than ever, and touched something deep in my body that simply drove me wild, and actually saw spots swim before my wide opened eyes. Adding to the effect, his balls now swung against the fully parted front of my pussy and clitoris… Hard and fast doggy style moved to top of my wish list. I was rocked forward, and found myself pushing back against his thrusts, trying to drive him deeper. He just kept fucking me… I lost all track of time, all control of my senses, burying my face in a cushion and simply lost myself. At some point, his hard thrusts collapsed me onto my stomach, my ass staying raised to accept him. I think I was yelling into the pillow through most of it. A lifetime later I became aware the rapid pounding of my abused little pussy was abating, I could hear his breathing, catching, kind of gulping… Then he withdrew from me, once more leaving that emptiness… Although by now, there was a certain tenderness that made it more endurable. The hard slippery bar of his cock slid up the crease of my ass, his hands spreading my behind trembled with tension and I knew he was about to cum. I thought about his thumb in my ass, and the hot pressure of his pulsating shaft rubbing over my tight, sensitive opening.




The Gatehouse Cottage



"Cum in my ass", I croaked at him. I still feel like blushing with shame at those shameless words. A co-ed boarding school, a lack of condoms and sodomy was the talk of the girls dorm. It avoided pregnancy, kept the boys happy but was supposed to hurt. But by now I just wanted to feel him inside me, feeling his pleasure as he had felt mine, accepting him, gripping him. I think I felt his jet of cum on my knotted sphincter even as the blunt, juice coated wedge of his glans pressed into me. I was as orgasmicaly relaxed as I have ever been. My overflowing fluids and probably his semen lubricated his forcedentrance and apart from a momentary uncomfortable expansion it felt nothing but wonderfully fulfilling. My wide stretched anus tingled as if it was on fire, not painfully, just an intense tingle. A wave of pleasure washed over me. I had a corner of the cushion in my mouth, biting, yelling into it. The tight grasp of my sphincter muscle could feel every pulsating jet, as he came deep in my ass, collapsing over me. He grunted in orgasmic ecstasy into my tangled hair. In a series of twitching thrusts, he forced the full length of his engorged shaft deep, so deep, into my ass. That brought tears to my eyes, pain and pleasure mingled in a mental firework show. He bucked and jerked on my back, groaning as he emptied himself for a second time. The waves of pleasure intensified, each pulse of semen down the impaling shaft set off coloured stars behind my eyes.

Still at last, he lay heavy on me, a comforting weight that I dreaded leaving me. His cock twitched sleeping deep inside me, and I playfully wriggled my ass, and drew a tired chuckle from him. He nibbled at my ear, and seemed as unwilling to move as I. He cooled, his hardness gradually softened, and shrank still gripped tightly by my body. I think I dozed off, awaking with a start as his diminished organ slipped easily free of me. I shivered, missing his warmth from my back.

"Sorry, sweet. It's late and we must clean up before heading back. There's a shower, and hot water." I was compliant, and did as he bid in a kind of waking dream. He carried me, so easily in his arms, and he washed me in the shower. Thoroughly. I tried to take him in my mouth at one point, but he gently resisted.

"Later". And I nodded agreeably.

I let him dress me, watching him dab ineffectively at the semen stains on my skirt. All I could see was that expression of adoration as he gazed upon my naked body once more. He was mine now… and I knew how to bend him to my will in the age old way that women have always had. What was that saying? 'Grab 'em by the balls and the body will follow'.

"You ok?" he asked, concern in his voice. I gave head a shake.

"Oh, yes. Everything's fine." I whispered back.

The End

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The Gates Pt. 01



Prologue

The blonde girl lay back on the hard stone floor of the cave in a post-orgasmic glow, her sweaty body dripping with strange green slime and dark, viscous cum. She was so pleased with herself, all her research has paid off, not only had she found the she was looking for but it had turned out to be extremely good fun too.

A deep, wet voice echoed from the back of the dark cavern, "Good my little one. Our plan will soon be in action and together we will rule Earth. I enslaving all humanity and you beside me as my queen."

The beautiful girl giggled at this thought, her large breasts wobbling as she did. 

"And then Hell will be next! But first we must have more of my kind to aid us and you will help me make that happen."

"Of course I will." The girl said as she sat up and stared into the darkness at the back of the cave, thrusting her breasts forward as she did so.

"Good! Then we must mate again!"

"Ummmmm." The girl replied as she opened her legs and the first tentacles appeared out of the darkness charging towards her pussy.

Chapter One -- Moving Day

Dani Hutter lifted the last box from the back of her car and wearily made her way up the long and meandering path to the front door of her new house. It had been a long and hard day but she was happy with the results. She was finally living, for the first time in her thirty four years, somewhere she really liked. No more suburban bungalows or city centre apartments, she was now the proud owner of a large, two hundred year old house, far enough away from anywhere to be actually be peaceful. It had taken her a lot of hard work to save for it it, far too many late nights in the office working on some case or the other but she had finally been able to afford it. 

Not that the house was perfect, it hadn't been lived in for some time and it needed a fair bit of work doing to it but she didn't mind putting in the time and no doubt large amount of money required to fix it all. It was also a little large just for her and her eighteen year old daughter, Carrie. She hadn't actually counted the rooms but she guessed it must have at least thirty or forty but it at least meant she wouldn't be able to hear Carrie's loud music throughout the whole house now.

Dani placed the box down in the large hallway with a pile of about a dozen more and shut the large front door behind her. She ran her hand through her long, silky dark hair brushing the dust from it before walking into the lounge and collapsing on a chair, exhausted by her days work. The lounge, like most of the rooms in the house, was large and ornate. The walls were a pattern mix of wood panelling and green wall paper, it was all rather old fashioned and a bit of decorating would be the least the place needed. At present the room was filled by badly placed bits of furniture and piles of boxes and bags full of Dani's junk. She began stretching her long, lithe legs out when a large crash came from outside the door.

"Hey mum! I want the big bedroom out the back." Carrie said as she came bouncing into the room, knocking over yet more boxes. Dani sighed as her daughter entered the room - not only was she making more mess but she was also wearing a far too short a skirt again. Dani worried, Carrie was a very pretty girl with a perfect teenage body and shoulder length light blonde hair and Dani just knew that men would be desperate to take advantage of her daughters inexperience and naivety. She knew because it had happened to her and she was desperate that her daughter wouldn't become a teenage mother like she had. 

Carrie's father, a man ten years her senior, had seduced Dani over eighteen years before and hung around just long enough to make her pregnant before leaving her to bring up Carrie alone. It had been a struggle but not only had she brought up an intelligent, hard working and charming girl but she had put herself through law school and become one of the top lawyers in the area. 

"Mum why are you looking at me like that?" Carrie asked.

"Look at what you are wearing Carrie. I've told you before you should be a little more modest, that skirt's far too short and that top far too tight." 

Carrie laughed at her mother, "Like you can talk! Look at what you are wearing!".

Dani knew she was right, as she had got older and still not found a new father for Carrie or for that matter someone to fuck her at all, her previous modesty had vanished and today was no exception. She was wearing a daringly short skirt and a low cut top which showed off plenty of her ample cleavage. "Well alright...but do be careful.".

"Yes mum" Carrie whined, "but can I have that bedroom?".

"Yes you can have that one. I think I'll take the big master bedroom in the other wing."

"Cool. I want to go and check out the town library later, I got some work to finish, will that be okay?" Carrie asked.

"Umm, well maybe later but you've got to help me unpack a bit first." Dani didn't want to stop her studious daughter working but there was a lot to unpack.

"Owww why? It's going take forever to unpack everything to fill this place.".

"Well maybe but you can still help me." Dani said as she stood up and handed Carrie the first box to unpack.

*********

It was several hours later and after weathering her complaints for over three hours Dani had finally let Carrie go to the library. Dani still marvelled at her daughter, that a pretty eighteen year old would be happier working in the library and not out getting drunk with her friends was not exactly common but then Carrie had always been a quiet and hard working girl, Dani was awfully proud of her.

After unpacking a few more boxes Dani had run herself a hot bath and was now laying back enjoying the sensuous bubbles. It had been a very busy day and she could feel the stress and weariness vanishing from her body as the hot water caressed her naked flesh.

Dani closed her eyes, her head lying back against the bath and slowly let her hand slip around her flat stomach. Occasionally her fingers would just reach up to the bottom of her large breasts or down the edge of her pubic hair, gently teasing herself. She felt great and knew that before the bath was over she would be fiercely humping against her own fingers buried inside her. She'd been alone for such a long time now that d she had become quite the expert in bringing herself off.

However just as her hands slid their way around her wet breasts, grasping the pert flesh she heard a large crash followed by what sounded like a growl or bizarre cry. She immediately sat up in the bath and listened out for more noises. Yet after a minute she heard no more and though fearful pulled herself out of the bath. She was sure Carrie wasn't back yet and had no idea what had made the sounds, as she pulled on her bath robe she desperately hoped that it was just some animal come in out of the countryside and not an intruder. Her bathrobe held tight around her wet, naked body Dani crept out of the bathroom and down the long corridor towards the noise, leaving wet footprints on the plush carpet.

She reached the door to one of the many bedrooms to the house, a room she hoped to use as an office and where she was sure the noise had come from. She gingerly opened the heavy wooden door and looked into the room. A pile of her boxes had obviously been knocked over, their contents splashed across the floor but as she scanned the room Dani couldn't see anything that could have knocked them over.

She walked into the room, still searching and suddenly saw something out the corner of her eye, a vague shape, completely indistinct. She spun to face it when a huge bang echoed through the house from downstairs. Dani jumped back out of the room to face this new menace when a new cry rolled up the stairs.

"MUM! I'm home!" Carrie called as she charged up the stairs.

Dani, relieved turned to face her, "Oh! Hi Carrie.".

"What are you doing? You getting water everywhere." Carrie said as she noticed her soaking mother.

"Umm, oh. I was having a bath." Dani replied.

"So why aren't you still in it?"

"I heard a noise, these boxes got knocked over." Dani said, indicating the pile of fallen boxes to Carrie, "I guess it was just the wind though." Dani continued as she noticed the open window in the room, a harsh wind blowing in.

"Okay, well whatever. I'm going to bed." Carrie said as she walked towards her room.

"Goodnight then. I'll just dry myself and I'll be off too. I've got to go to the office for a bit early tomorrow but as it's the school holidays you can continue unpacking can't you?".

"Yes Mum." Carrie shouted as she vanished around the corner of the corridor, her tone suggesting unpacking was not in her plans for the next day.

*********

"Fuuucckkk! Yesss!!!" Dani's sweaty, naked body shook with the power of her orgasm, a deep moan escaping from her mouth. She had indeed gone straight to bed but her unfinished business from earlier meant she was in no state to sleep, her mind was full of thoughts of sex and she now lay on her bed, frigging herself to yet another solitary orgasm.

Her free hand continued to tug at her nipples, teasing the last bits of pleasure from her body whilst her other continued to thrust in and out of her wet pussy. Until finally she was done and she lay back panting, smiling in deep pleasure, sweat running in little rivulets down her stomach, off her brow and around her large tits.

After regaining a little of her composure she pulled herself of the bed and slipped on a thin, silk nightdress. She walked out of her room and headed towards the kitchen, after her strenuous 'exercise' she needed a glass of water. It was after midnight and so she was quiet as not to wake Carrie, who would no doubt be asleep. When she reached the large staircase which headed down to the ground floor Dani noticed a pale light emanating from the corridor that led to the large southern extension. It was a odd part of the house, apparently added a while after the initial building and in a more gothic style than the rest of the house. Dani hadn't really planned on using it much, there were a couple of rooms she thought she might use as guest rooms and a large library she had intended to use as storage for her case files but not much else. However it looked like a light had been left on, assuming Carrie must have done it when she was searching for her room she headed off down the corridor.

As she walked down the short flight of stairs that led to the southern wing, Dani noticed that the light wasn't the normal yellowy or white colour of an electric light but a strange hue of grey and purple. It soon became apparent that the light was coming from the library and Dani hurried towards it wanting to find the source and then hopefully get back to bed.

Dani rounded the corner into the library and gasped in shock. The large room was still full of empty bookshelves and cabinets but now where a wall had stood earlier in the day was now opened to a small extension of the library. Dani was sure there wasn't meant to be a room there, let alone one normally hidden by secret doorways. The extension seemed to be a small study area with several desks and bookcases all covered in old books and other strange clutter, however dominating the study were three darkly glowing gateways set into the back wall of the room. Each was framed by a stonework archway that seemed to have inscriptions around it as well as bizarre stone gargoyles carved into shapes of demonic monsters. Inside each archway light glowed in swirling colours of grey, black, purple and strange raw darkness.

Dani slowing approached the study not really believing what she was seeing. The gateways clearly led somewhere but the swirling colours and a light mist obscured any attempt to see where they went. Gingerly she crept around the study, avoiding getting too close to the bizarre archways, beginning to feel cold, her light night dress flapping around her body in cool breeze spreading from the gates.

She looked around at the desks, which sat against either wall, each was covered in books. Most were old, worn, leather bound volumes, some lay open and seemed to be filled with insane doodlings. Some were notes and commentary in many different languages, some English but also Latin, French, what looked like ancient Greek and others that Dani simply could not identify. Pictures and diagrams of bizarre creatures, strange mathematical notations and ritual instructions also filled the pages. Each book seemed obsessed with magic, monsters, demons and what looked like hell. 

The odd items surrounding the books were no more normal with strange talismans from a myriad of differing cultures, carved bone implements, jars full of unidentifiable organic objects or brightly coloured liquids. The whole scene was completely alien to Dani and she was a little afraid but she began to understand what the gates were, clearly she thought there were part of some occult experiment. Despite less than supportive comments from friends and family Dani has always been a believer in the occult and the power of magic. A catholic upbringing had laid the groundwork and a brief rebellious phase as a teenage goth had added to it. She might be a successful lawyer now but that didn't mean she didn't think there were greater powers in the universe.

Now to actually see something like this was just incredible, and deeply intriguing. Who has created the gateways and why, she really couldn't say. They looked almost new but no one had lived in the house for several decade. She'd heard were odd rumours about the previous owner being some mad old man but that didn't mean he was a wizard. And why were the gateways still working and where did they lead? She just had to know. So carefully she stepped towards the trio of glowing stone archways.

Each appeared almost identical, made of black stone and full of dark and swirling colours. The only apparent difference were the carvings around the edges. Each inscription, though written in a language that she couldn't recognise let alone understand, appeared different and the gargoyles and statuettes were also different. The central arch was surrounding by large and menacing demons, tough, often heavily armoured and ready for battle whilst on the top a beautiful snake like woman was carved a wicked yet playful grin on her face.

The left hand arch was surrounded by a mix of strange and perverse demons dressed in bizarre clothes and often half naked and humans, mostly young and female who seemed to be being tortured by the demons. Finally the right had arch was surrounding by slug like monsters and fat, rotting beasts dripping in slime.

As Dani studied arches something really strange occurred, she knew she still couldn't read the inscriptions but somehow their meanings began to become clear in her mind. It began with general impressions of darkness and of hell but soon she new exactly what each said. Each started with the same warning, "The door to hell is now open. Enter at your own peril.", before describing it's destination. The centre one read "To the Ninth Circle of Hell. The domain of the her high and mightiness, the most evil and wicked one, Salrissa.". The one to the left read "Enter the Circle Sixth. Let your deepest pleasure and pain become real.", whilst the last read "The Eighth Circle. The Circle of Decay, Disease and Slime.".

Dani slowly took this all in, standing before the gates, ideas flashing through her head, she knew she should really leave the library and seal it up for good. It simply couldn't be safe for her or Carrie to live near such things. Yet she was immensely curious, she desperately wanted to know if what the gates claimed were real, could she visited hell and what would it be like.

Dani continued to stand staring at them for several minutes as slowly but surely that little darkness we all keep inside of us tempted her to enter hell. She became convinced that their would be much to gain by going to hell, clearly whoever had built the gates had put a lot of time and power into it so it just had to be worthwhile. And the images carved around the gates and in the books began to tempt her too, the demons and monsters both the males and females were obviously wicked and evil but enticing and strangely desirable too.

Finally she decided, she had to go, her curiosity had to be fulfilled, she had to see hell. She began to walk to the central gate when the inscription on the left promising the deepest pleasures caught her eye and with a wicked little grin on her face she strode into the gate. 

Chapter Two -- The Sixth Circle

The dark light surrounded Dani, filling her vision, becoming her entire world. The moment seemed to last forever yet is was also over in an instant at the same time. Dani felt as though she had travelled a thousand miles yet was just a few feet from her library. As she travelled a word echoed in her mind, an inhuman word, but very important. She didn't know how she knew but none the less was sure that simply uttering the word, no matter where she was would return her out of the gate and back home. Dani knew she would be safe and then the light faded and as the gate had promised Dani stood on the Sixth Circle of Hell.

She looked around, initially unimpressed. She stood in a long, dark stone corridor, the walls made of black and grey bricks, the whole place lit by occasional burning torches. The corridor extended beyond Dani's vision in both directions and she was about to begin walking down one way hoping that not all of hell would be this boring when she noticed something else had changed. Her nightdress was gone and somehow using it's magic the gate had given clothing more suitable to the sixth level of hell. And she was stunned by what she was wearing; a pair of thigh high, black leather boots which accentuated her long, smooth legs, an indecently skimpy leather thong which she could feel pressing tightly against her pussy lips and vanishing up between her ripe buttocks, a studded leather collar wrapped tightly around her neck, her hair, no longer free and flowing was held in a ponytail clipped together by black metal clasp and most surprisingly of all she wore a small, leather corset, tight around her curves and without cups so that her large breasts and pert pink nipples were on display. A brief flick along her lips with a finger told her that her make-up had changed too, gone were her normal pale colours, her lips and nails were now painted a deep black.

Dani ran her hands over the slick leather and she had to admit that not only did she look amazing but it made her feel incredibly sexy. With a spring in her step and breasts bouncing freely Dani headed off down the corridor.

Despite it initially appearing infinitely long and completely empty Dani soon came to three doors set in the side of the corridor, the doors seemed to appear out of nowhere as she had approached them. She now stood in front of them and examined each in turn, a little apprehensive about what could be behind them. 

The first door was made out of a black wood, ornately curved into strange geometric patterns. She leaned a little closer and could hear a lot of noise and commotion coming from behind it, in fact it sounded like a busy street. The second door, made of steel, old and rusted with what looked liked bloodstains all over it was much more menacing and Dani could hear screams of pain and what might have been pleasure from behind it. The last door was also metal but this time a strange black steel, perfectly smooth and gleaming. At first Dani could hear nothing behind the door but as she pressed her ear to it she though she could just make out pants and moans coming from a woman. Unsure of where to go but knowing she simply could not come this far and not find out what was in hell she pushed open the first door.




The Gates Pt. 01



Dani stepped through the doorway and was greeted by a bizarre site, the door instead of leading to another corridor or room like she had expected opened up to a large open air square, the sky above was the deepest black full of rolling grey clouds yet the square was brightly lit and full of people. And not just humans but strange and bizarre creatures too, big, tough pig-like humanoids, small grey and green goblins, things that looked like twisted metal robots, large dog like creatures and many others - some unlike anything Dani had ever seen or imagined. Yet all, like her, had one thing in common, there were all dressed in leather and metal fetish wear. It was an amazing sight and as one beautiful yet twisted creature after another walked past her Dani could feel herself become excited.

"Now you're a beautiful one........and a new arrival too." A soft feminine voice said behind her.

Dani looked round and gasped at what she saw, a woman or perhaps a demon stood there. She was beautiful, tall, full bodied and yet lithe, her skin a deep purple colour, long dark hair flowing around her only interrupted by two small ivory horns sticking out of her head, the demoness wore a tattered, black silk loincloth held up by a metal chain, a spiky metal collar and a metal chain ran from one dark purple nipple to the other held by two rings pierced through her flesh.

"What?" Dani muttered as the creature eased towards her.

"You are new here? No?" The demoness said from behind Dani as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders, sliding up and down the leather of Dani's basque.

"Umm.....yes." Dani replied as the demoness's taloned hands slid up and around Dani's bare breasts.

"And you are delightful. I wish to help you. Can I help you?" The demoness whispered as her hands began gently caressing Dani's tits, rubbing the pert flesh.

"Aahhh......ohhhhh.....yes........ohhhhh....yes...where am I?" Dani panted, pleasure flooding her leather clad body from her fondled breasts.

"Well little mortal you are on the sixth circle of hell, the circle of pain. This you can tell by it's inhabitants predisposition for leather and sadism." The creature explained as Dani lay her head back against the large cushion of her tits, "More precisely this is the square of hurting. The central meeting and trading place on this circle, luckily whatever gate you used brought you here for it is generally safer for mortals than many other parts.".

Though her pussy hadn't even been touched yet Dani could feel she was close to cumming already, under her own ministrations even with fingers buried inside her it would take her ages to cum but this creature's expert hands had brought her to the brink within in minutes and only by touching her tits. It wasn't hell she thought but heaven.

"Arrrghhhh! Pleaseeeeeee! Fuck me!" Dani panted, her own hand sinking into her thong, reaching for her aching cunt.

"No I think not little one. I will leave you to explore for a while but I like your passion perhaps we will meet again." And with that the demoness released Dani's chest and with inhuman speed slipped into the crowd.

"NO!" Dani couldn't believe she'd been abandoned but her body didn't care and was screaming to cum so in the middle of the busy market square Dani dropped to her knees, thrust her hand into her pussy and for the second time that day made herself cum.

She groaned deeply and loudly as her fingers penetrated her insides, her orgasm slamming her senses and flooding her body. She could feel her juice gently spurting out between her thrusting fingers and spreading out onto the ground. Her tits bouncing as she pushed her body back against her jerking fingers. She felt wild and deeply satisfied.

As the delight seeped away, Dani slowly came to her senses, her body returning to normal though covered in a thin sheen of orgasmic sweat. She was in the middle of a street, breasts naked and masturbating, she looked around expecting to see a crowd gathered to watch but few had even turned their heads and those that did looked at her as if she was just a silly child, just another mortal unable to control themselves on a visit to hell. Embarrassed though for what she was sure was the wrong reasons Dani got up and slipped into the crowd.

As she pushed her way through several creatures, male, female and animal, came to her, like the purple woman had, with soft words and hands(or tentacles or tongues or prehensile phalluses) wandering over her thighs, breasts or arse. However she had learned from her previous encounter not to be taken advantage of and pushed most away though she briefly let the occasional touch linger to send more pleasure shivering through her and she even let her own hands grab the odd passing piece of flesh. To her own surprise it seemed mostly to be the flesh of female creatures, she'd never been attracted to woman before but the sight of the demoniacally perfect tits and arses framed and encased in leather was driving her wild and once or twice she saw a breast she just had to touch and before she knew what she was doing she found herself sucking on a nipple before being pushed away by it's owner, often with harsh words and a slap to the breasts or buttocks which each time would send further excitement into her pussy. 

As she wandered around her desire grew and grew and twice she found quiet corners away from people to frig herself off again so that soon her thighs were sticky with her own juices, her large breasts glistening with sweat.

Slowly she began to bring herself under control and rather than just staring at the flesh on display started looking at what was going on in the square. It was basically a market though apparently currency didn't exist and most trading seemed to be done on a bartering basis. The traders themselves all seemed to be of the same race, if race was the right term for the differing demon species, being bright red skinned humans, all bald(the men and the women) and each with unique black markings in geometric patterns etched onto their bodies. They all seemed obsessed with trading, each desperately trying to get peoples attention. 

The goods on sale were an odd mixture, some were what Dani would expect to see in any market such as food, drink and various utensils. However this being the sixth circle of hell there was much else as well, large stalls just full of leather, latex and metal clothing, huge piles of torture implements, sex toys, chains and items that Dani simply didn't want to know the purpose of. Their were also books, scrolls and talismans, many like the ones she'd seen back in the library, she thought it might not be a bad idea to go back and see what see could get for selling them, she had a feeling that the traders would be quite impressed by some of them.

However Dani continued around the market, examining the odd item but ignoring the attempts of the traders to actually sell her anything and trying the whole time not to stare at the stunning demons and humans that filled the square. The presence of humans had surprised her at first, they only made up a very small percentage of the crowd but she had imagined that getting to hell like she had was not that common an event. Yet from the snippets of conversion she overheard mages, witches and dark priests made the visit often and even more surprisingly some humans even lived in hell. Most apparently in cities on the first circle but even here on the circle of pain some lived. Some it turned out were slaves, unwary individuals who had somehow got to hell and quickly become prisoners of some demon but most were free people living in a world that until an hour before Dani didn't even know existed. She had to admit to be very excited about the whole thing and she wanted to explore more, the market was great but she knew there had to be even better things waiting so she slipped her way through the crowd until she reached the door she had come in on.

**********

Dani let the door shut silencing the constant noise of the market behind her and she again studied the two remaining doors in the corridor. After a moments reflection she picked the second door assuming she would try each in turn. She pushed against the blood stained metal and with a strange almost animal cry it creaked open.

She stepped into the near darkness beyond, the door shutting behind her and it took several seconds for her eyes to adjust. When their did the room was so unlike the open air market, apparently only next door, that she was momentarily stunned. 

The room was small, dark and very hot. The walls were made of a combination of large rusted metal posts and a dark stone slick with a strange liquid, what little light there was came from a series of braziers full of a burning oil, heating the room up extraordinarily. The centre of the room was dominated by several black, metal frames each different but adorned with a variety of chains, spikes and hooks in the middle of which were three figures. The first two were human girls, young perhaps about Carrie's age and very pretty. One was blonde, lithe and very sweet, the other a mousy brunette also cute but with much fuller breasts. Both were naked, bodies gleaming with sweat and covered in red marks.

The third was obviously not human but a demon of some kind. He stood at least a foot taller than any man also naked, skin a pure white not Caucasian but actually bright white. He was basically humanoid but instead of one arm he had a large insectoid claw and his mouth was large, inhuman and full of large fangs. Most unsettling he had no penis but two long segmented and agile insectoid spikes sat in it's place.

The girls were on all fours facing Dani chains attached to their ankles and wrists holding them in place, whilst the demon stood behind them his penis spikes slapping the girls pert butts and toying with their pussies. 

Dani took in the scene and despite a motherly desire to help the girls stop the torment, their beautiful bodies and faces wracked with pleasure soon began to turn her on.

She continued to stare unsure if she should even be there and convinced she shouldn't just start masturbating again despite her need until after several minutes of continued sexual torture the blonde girl screamed in orgasm and the demon looked up and noticed Dani.

"Good day human." The demon rasped in a weird clicking voice, "I did not realise I had a visitor. Feel free to join in.".

"Sorry?" Dani asked a little surprised at the invitation, "I mean, I can do what I want? You don't want to hurt me?".

The demon looked at her a little confused, "Of course I want to hurt you. But you came to hell through a controlled gate. You would escape me if I tried to hurt you." Something seemed to suddenly dawn on the demon, "Unless you want me to hurt you?".

"Um, no thank you." Dani quickly replied.

"Well, then, play with my little toys if you wish.". The demon indicated the two girls as his spikes finally stopped prodding them.

"Who are they?" Dani asked, a nagging hint of pity still just keeping her raging libido in check.

"Human girls. Unlike you they came to hell without protection. Some years ago I found them wandering the corridors alone. I made them my pets. It took a little while to train them but I think you'll find them very entertaining now." The demon explained, "Now I grow bored. I shall see if the market has anything more exciting on offer. Play with them a while or leave. I do not care and will not be back for sometime." The demon finished as he vanished into the darkness at the back of the room. 

Moments later Dani heard a door open and then shut towards the back of the room and she found herself alone in front of two bound and naked girls, both staring at her with a mix of obedience, fear and desire. Her conscience screamed at her to release them and flee back out the gate but her sexual need screamed at her to thrust her pussy into one of their waiting faces.

Her sexual need easily won and with the decision made she pulled down her thong before thrusting her already sopping cunt forward. A brief seconds indecision followed as she tried decide which girl to select but the blonde quickly won, her sweetness just too much of a turn on for Dani.

As soon as her bare pussy touched the girl's face she slipped her tongue into it's folds. Dani groaned as with one hand she grabbed the blondes head and pushed it tighter into herself and with the other reached down for the other girl - to her surprise she was not there.

Then she suddenly realised the brunette was standing free at her side, just as how she'd most desired it.

"How....ughhh...did...ugghh...you...uuuhhh...get...uhhh...free?" Dani moaned as the tongue inside her began thrashing about.

The girl beside her looked at her sweetly, submissive but obviously confused before embracing the older woman. Dani gave up caring about how the girl was free and just assumed it was yet another delightful trick of hell's magic as the brunette pressed her body against hers, large tits crushing into hers and sweet lips held together. 

Dani's tongue flicked around inside the young girl's mouth tasting her fruitiness. Her free hand groping the girl's large and sweaty breasts. Dani broke the kiss and with a moan the brunette dropped her head to Dani's leather framed bare breasts, a pink nipple slipping into her mouth. Dani reached down the girl's back, running around her pert, teenage arse before pushing her fingers into her hot and wet cunt, and so for the first time Dani's fingers were inside a pussy that was not her own. 

The brunette was now slurping away at Dani's nipples, deep groans escaping from around the wet flesh whilst the blonde, still chained and on all fours was expertly feasting on her pussy. Dani didn't know how long the girls had been in hell but they'd obviously done this before and their practised ministrations had her moaning, groaning and begging for more as she thrust her cunt into the blondes face and rapidly jerked her fingers inside the brunettes warm hole.

"Ugghhhh!", Dani screamed "Yes! Yes! Yes! Eat me! Eat me!". Ecstasy was flooding her body, concentrating around her nipples and pussy.

Suddenly the brunette came, Dani felt the girl's cunt spasm around her fingers and the girl cried out. Dani thrust her fingers a few more times, pushing the girl's orgasm on longer and harder until the girl pulled herself away and dropped to the floor, exhausted and panting. 

Dani's whole world then became the blonde before her, she grabbed the girls head with both hands and pushed her face even harder into her groin. Dani felt awash with pleasure and with power.

"Argghh! Make me cum! Make me cum!" she screamed as she lifted one of her booted legs and ran the leather tip of her foot down the girls sweaty belly till it reached her pelvis. 

Grabbing a nearby metal post for support Dani pushed her foot fiercely into the blonde's cunt, despite being very wet the leather boot was large and it stretched the girl wide, she screamed as pleasure and pain shot up through her body and this meant, briefly, she stopped her nibbling of Dani's clit.

"BITCH!" Dani screamed at the girl, angered at the break in her pleasure, "Don't stop! Don't ever stop you fucking slut! Just make me CUM!".

The girl quickly began again thrusting her tongue into Dani's cunt and Dani returned the action with her boot, which was now shiny and slippery with the blonde's juices. Dani had only pushed the boot into the girl's cunt a couple of times when the girls tongue flicked deep into her, further than before, touching her most sensitive place and made her cum. She put her foot back on the ground as her whole being shock with the pleasure, an orgasm unlike any she had ever had before. For over a minute she stood there, still holding the girl's face to her pussy, her orgasmic juices flooding over her the blonde until finally it was over.

She released the girl and took a step back, looking around the room. The brunette had collapsed, passed out and was now sleeping, whilst the blonde, face dripping in her juices was still on all fours before her. The young girl's she had feared for, had thought about freeing were gone, Dani only saw a pair of sex toys, things for her amusement. She knew it was wrong but never the less was very pleased at what she had found in hell. 

She then noticed her boot, slimy, a puddle of juice dripping off it onto the floor and she bent down and ran her finger up the leather, collecting a trail of pussy cream before sliding it into her mouth. It tasted sour but quite wicked. Then she again noticed the blonde's face, ten times the juice covering it and this time her own. So she dropped to her knees and lent forward, her tongue ran from the girl's mouth up to her forehead, her own cunt cream sliding into her mouth and down her throat. 

Dani continued for several minutes, tasting herself, the girl occasionally licking her tongue and face back until she had licked it all up and then she stood, absently wiping droplets of sweat from her large tits.

"That was great. If you're both good girls I might come back one day." She said as she walked towards the door.

The blonde stared at her, eyes full of lust, "Please mistress. I would like that.".

Dani smiled and opened the metal door, leaving the girls behind her. 

**********

Dani was again out in the corridor, she was beyond satisfied, growing a little tired and knew she could come back any time she wanted but she didn't quite want to leave yet. The magic of the gate had obviously brought her to the three doors for a reason and she still hadn't seen what was behind the third. 

So she walked up to the ornate doorway and pushed open the final door just as she realised she'd left her thong back in the last room and that her cunt was naked for all to see. Such worries however vanished as she entered the room.

The room itself was much like the one previous, quite small, dark and hot but the centre was very different. Gone were the torture implements and chains in their place was a simple sandy floor, it was what was going on here that had Dani transfixed.

In the middle of the floor a woman, one of the red skinned traders from the market, beautiful though somewhat alien, who was on her back, naked, legs spread wide. Standing over her and fucking her with it's foot and a half long cock was a giant dog. Not some earth Labrador but a hound of hell. It was huge perhaps eight foot from head to tail, fur a dark black, large claws, huge fangs and red beaming eyes. 

Both woman and dog were obviously highly enjoying themselves as she groaned and it growled, bodies thrusting at each other. For a few seconds Dani was disgusted then the sight of the huge animal cock, the woman's obvious pleasure and her own dark desires got the batter of her and she once again began to get horny.

The woman had worked herself up to a climax and came with an earth shattering scream, moments later the hell hound pulled itself out of the woman and also came. Pints of it's creamy jism shot all over the woman's body, covering her face, breasts and belly. Dani had never seen anything cum like that and she was amazingly turned on.

The dog, it's task complete slopped of to the corner of the room and sat down. The woman lay for several moments before pulling herself off the ground and walked towards the door, a trails of jism dripping off her. When she saw Dani she smiled at her and said "Enjoy yourself. He's really good today." Before walking out the room.

The dog remained sitting on the floor and Dani was unsure what to do. She wanted to fuck to hell hound, she desperately wanted that huge cock in her but even now she was a little disgusted at the thought. She knew her little trip to hell had revealed her to be a dirty slut but fucking an animal was almost too much. Then the dog shifted slightly and she again caught sight of it's cock and her choice was made. 




The Gates Pt. 01



She walked to the centre of the room, unclipping and throwing away her corset though leaving on her collar and boots. She then lie back on the sandy floor, slowly parting her legs till she was positioned as the red skinned woman had been. 

She waited, not sure what the hell hound would do, her breathing coming in excited yet nervous pants. Seconds passed but to Dani seemed like hours before finally the dog stirred and slowly padded it's way up to the prone woman. It sniffed the air, it's red eyes burning into Dani's. At first she thought it would turn her down, it's dick remained flaccid but then suddenly she looked again and it was fully erect, monstrous and now baring down on Dani's pussy. The dog took a few steps until it's front paws were above Dani and it's back legs below her, it's cock now positioned inches from her cunt.

She began to get scared, the dick looked even bigger close up, she wasn't sure she could take, she wanted to move but then it was too late the hell hound thrust itself into Dani. She screamed at the huge intrusion, her pussy stretched further and penetrated deeper than ever before. The hell hound had hilted it's eighteen inches inside her and as she looked down, pain and pleasure overwhelming her senses, she could see it's shape pushing up through her flat belly. 

The hell hound then pulled itself out so that Dani's cunt was empty before again hilting itself inside her. She screamed a second time but this more from pleasure than pain, by the forth thrust Dani was being pushed into new heights of rapture. With each long, slow thrust that the dog made into her, Dani would let out a guttural scream whilst as it pulled out she would beg for it to re-enter her. Yet the hell hound ignored her and continued with it's rhythmic humping, Dani's orgasm coming closer and closer.

After perhaps only a minute of this she new she was about to cum and as the dog pulled out she new the next thrust would finish her off but then nothing, the cock she so desired didn't enter her. So looked up at the dog and saw it staring at her, an almost human-like grin on it's face, it's dick held several inches away from Dani. Desperate she pushed her groin up hoping to push herself onto the animal but it nimbly pushed her down with it's front paw. She then moved her hand towards her dripping pussy, desperate to cum and not caring how but again the hell hound stopped her by pawing her hand back down.

"Noooo! Please! Pleaseeeeeee!" She begged, knowing that she may have been master in the last room but here the hell hound ruled. The demon beast again ignored her and just opened it's mouth letting several large globules of sticky mucus drip out and splash down on Dani's massive tits. 

The animal then bent it's head down, it's large tongue lolling out and landing on her now sodden breasts, flicking around them, increasing Dani's pleasure but just not enough before moving up and running along her full black painted lips. Almost involuntarily Dani opened her mouth and before she knew it she was sucking on a mucous covered demon dog tongue. It tasted foul but she didn't care, the full filthiness and perversity of the situation was just making her hotter. So horny in fact the she realised her orgasm wasn't so close, she could reach a much higher plateau of bliss yet and as if it knew what she thought the hell hound retracted it's tongue from her mouth a with a growl resumed it's fucking of the woman.

Thrust after thrust the hell hound pushed into her, Dani pushing herself up to met him, ensuring every inch of the dog was buried in her every time. Deep moans and obscene cries flowing from between her lips, an orgasm unlike any other growing inside her. The hell hound was also clearing enjoying itself, it's pumping getting faster and faster, growling with each thrust, more mucus frothing at it's mouth before flying off, often splashing onto Dani's tits or face where she would try to lick it off.

Dani was now panting and groaning, her body being pushed about by the hell hound's increasingly violent humping, each thrust squelching inside her before it again pulled it's cock out. And then finally the hell hound came, it pushed itself inside her one last time before halting, Dani felt the dick spasm, once, twice and then her womb was filled with it's jism. The hot liquid filled her belly in seconds and this new, filthy sensation sent her into tremors of pleasure, her own orgasm exploding throughout her body, one long groan of joy escaping her lips.

The dog it's cum now spurting from between it's cock and Dani's pussy lips retracting itself from her, jism still pouring from it's dick. The white liquid squirted up Dani's stomach, all over her breasts and then further up, swamping her face and finally silencing her moan. For over a minute the girl shock with ecstasy and the dog covered her body in cum, until finally both were done.

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After they had came the hell hound went to sleep in a dark corner, Dani however lay back covered in the beast's jism until finally she pulled herself up and began wiping the cum off. With each wipe of her hand large globules flew off and hit the ground with a splat but after several minutes she decided it was futile, her body, face and hair were just too covered in it. She was forced to pull off her boots after the cum had started pooling in the bottom as it slid down her legs.

So deciding a shower was in order and now only dressed in studded collar and cum she left and room and headed off back down the corridor. She soon came to were she had entered and found nothing but stone wall. She began to panic, fearing a life trapped in hell, the sex had been amazing but she had to look after Carrie, she still feared for her daughter. Then she remembered, the strange word that had filled her mind when she first arrived and so she loudly said it and in a flash she was back in the library. 

The first rays of daylight were coming through the window, the collar, black make-up and jism had all gone and she was again dressed in her silk nightdress. The light in the gateways had gone, they were dull and lifeless and as she stepped across the threshold to the library proper the wall that had hidden the study and the arches suddenly reappeared. 

Dani smiled, she had found a secret way to hell and the naughtiest adventures she could want, all completely safe and only revealed after midnight. She knew the next few nights would not involve a lot of sleep. Her only worry was to be sure that Carrie stayed away from the library and the hideous to demon sex, it contained. It might be too late for her she realised but her sweet daughter would not be tempted by such perversity.

To Be Continued....



The Gates Pt. 02



Chapter Three – In the Basement...

Dani finally made it down to the kitchen mid-morning, much later than she normally woke. It had turned out that she had got back to Earth by about just after dawn and being completely exhausted had briefly slept but the three or so hours sleep hadn't really been enough and she still very tired. She slowly trudged into the kitchen, half dressed and half asleep.

"And what time do you call this?" A unbearably cheery Carrie said as her mother sat down to breakfast.

"I was tired okay! It was a busy day yesterday." Dani answered, as her daughter  dressed in short blue, pleated skirt and tiny white t-shirt, laughed at her.

"I know mum, I was just joking. Are you still going to work today?".

"Yeah, for a little bit. While I'm gone you can keep unpacking stuff." Dani told her daughter.

"But mum, I've got work to do."

"You've got all summer holiday to do that. So today you can help me. You can start down here and then work your way up to the bedrooms."

"Okay, I suppose so." Carrie finally agreed.

"Oh but don't bother going into the south wing. I don't want to use it much and there's not much stuff there so I'll do it later." Dani quickly added hoping she appeared casual.

"Yeah whatever, no problem." Carrie replied as she headed off to begin unpacking.

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Carrie had unpacked a few boxes but had then got a little bored and had begun exploring the house. She'd wandered around it's large garden for a while, enjoying the summer sun beating down on her bare legs and arms, hoping to get a nice tan and she even briefly removed her top and lay down, sure that no one could see her in the secluded garden. A big smile on her face as her large, firm breasts started to get a tan too. She was proud of her tits, she was as large as her stacked mother, and would hated to have been as flat chested as some of her friends. She had no idea how they got any male attention at all.

However she'd soon got bored sunbathing and came back inside, now covered up and started mooching about the mansion, her mother had been gone many hours and it was nearly eight in the evening, darkness beginning to settle around the house. Carrie knew that despite her mother's intentions the mountain of work she had would keep her away for several more, probably till nearly midnight. 

It really was a very grand house and she was pleased that her mother could afford such a nice place. She was also really very happy that the nearby town had one of the oldest and well stocked libraries in the country. Carrie loved books, there was little in the world she preferred and she'd learned so much from them. She smiled at this thought, excited by just how much she had recently learned.

She continued wandering around, first into the kitchen, now large and full of modern appliances but once staffed by many servants. She then walked into the large storage area behind the kitchen, in the mansions grander days it used to store vast quantities of food for the kitchen but now it was just a dumping ground for broken appliances and boxes filled with junk. A single door was set into the opposite wall of the room, Carrie knew it went down to the house's basement but she hadn't yet been down there. It was meant to be vast, full of old passage ways and storage rooms but her mother only intended to use it as a wine cellar. A total waste she thought, maybe she could find some use for the space and so, gingerly, she opened the old, wooden door and crept down the stairs, the thick door slamming shut behind her.

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Dani's car sped into the house's driveway, it was a little after eight and the sun was just beginning to go down. She'd been desperate to make sure she got home before darkness - at first she'd told herself it was to make sure Carrie didn't happen across the gates but as the day wore on, the desire boiling away in her panties convinced herself that she actually just wanted to fuck some more demons.

She dove out of the car leaving her briefcase still full of undone work on the back seat of the car. It had not been a productive day her mind had been elsewhere, full of images of hell and it's beautiful demons. Work being impossible to complete so she'd tried wandering around the office to clear her head but a young secretary called Lia, twenty four, brunette and beautiful had caught her attention. 

She'd tried chatting her up but the girl was clearly not interested in another woman so Dani had started groping her arse or tits each time she walked by. The girl became terrified and it was only when Dani had encountered her in the bathrooms, grabbing the girl and pushing her against the wall, forcibly kissing her before ripping off her top and licking her pert breasts that the girl became receptive. Dani had licked her out in one of the toilet stalls before Lia repaid the favour, her agile tongue sending Dani into ecstasy. But it hadn't been enough, it just wasn't like it had been in hell and so as soon she could she left the office and had raced home.

The house was in darkness and hope filled Dani, she had thought she would have to wait till Carrie went to bed before venturing into hell but if she gone out, she could go now. She charged up to the large front door, fumbled around for her door key, dropping it in her nervous anticipation before finally she got the door open. As she entered the house she bellowed out Carrie's name. She got no reply.

Dani sped around the house, calling Carrie's name but still got no reply and saw no sign of her. She could feel her juices already wetting her panties and her nipples were bursting through her blouse, she needed fucking now and confident that she was alone, she sprinted to the library. She'd locked the library door the night before and thankfully it has been left the same way, she fished the key from her pocket and slowly unlocked the door. Fear that the gates wouldn't be open briefly filled her but as the door swung open and the eerie light filled the corridor she knew it was okay. 

Dani walked up to the three open gates with a huge smile on her face and her hand already slipping under the waistband of her skirt and gently touching her engorged clit. She looked at each gate in turn, unsure of which to take, she desperately wanted to return to the Sixth circle, see if the slave girls were still there but the promise of new pleasures in the eighth or ninth circles also held much fascination. 

Eventually she decided she would visit each in turn and so stepped up to and through the gateway to the Eighth Circle of Hell.

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Carrie slowly crept down the dark staircase, pausing briefly as she thought she'd heard a noise upstairs, a shout maybe, but she wasn't sure in the muffled darkness of the stairway and so she continued on. The stairs were long, narrow and lit only by a single dim light bulb half way down. Carrie, despite repeatedly telling herself that an eighteen year old shouldn't be scared of the dark, begin to feel a little nervous, it was just really creepy and the thought of encountering a spider or some big bug really didn't please her.

However she kept on going and eventually reached the bottom where the stairs opened out into a small room filled with shelves, boxes and old bits of furniture. Clearly the last owner of the house hadn't entirely cleared all their stuff out. Most of it was just normal household junk, a lot of it dating from the fifties or from even before the war but some of it seemed a little strange to Carrie. Lots of stone gargoyles and model monsters, many old books and boxes of candles and incense, most of them dry and mouldy. 

Leading off from the room were two passageways, both dimly lit by single bulbs and Carrie couldn't really tell where either led. Picking randomly she carried on through down the right hand passage. As she walked down it the floor started to get a little damp, the soles of her pink high-top Converse making a little splash with each step. But the passage was slightly wider and perhaps a little less dark than before so she carried on.

She continued for at least twenty metres, with every few steps being marked by a small alcove filled with more shelves and more boxes of rubbish. Carrie ignored it all and kept on going until the passage ended in yet another room. This one was in near total darkness and she couldn't even see half way across, worse was the smell. The whole room stank of dingy, rotting dampness, something had obviously died down here.

Carrie was about to leave, convinced nothing of interest was in the basement, when she noticed more liquid on the ground. She could now see that it was a yellowy green, sticky and thick. She bent down and sampled a little with her finger, the liquid running around her long red nail. It was disgusting...yet familiar. 

Then she heard a sound, it came from the other side of the room, a squelching, slimy movement. Carrie was about to turn and run out the basement when to her surprise two large, green tentacles shot out of the darkness and before she could do anything wrapped themselves around her pert breasts.

Carrie screamed.

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The same bizarre sensations as before had assaulted Dani as the gate had transported her to hell and now she stood on the eighth circle of hell. She looked around and to her surprise discovered the terrain was vastly different to her visit last night. Gone were the dark tunnels, Dani now stood the edge of a vast swamp which vanished into the distance in two directions whilst thick jungle surrounded her in the other two. It was similar to jungles and swamps on Earth yet twisted, evil and dark. The trees and plants were totally alien, appearing half dead and covered in spikes, gaping Venus fly trap like mouths and most bizarrely moving vines and tentacles. Small lizards and insects flitted about, those too were larger, twisted and alien compared to those on Earth. The place was also very hot, a dark black sun filled the sky, which somehow still gave off bright sunlight and heat. It was so hot that Dani was already beginning to sweat even after only a few seconds.

After taking in her surroundings Dani turned her attention to her clothes, as before they had been changed into something more suitable for this circle of hell. The general outfit was similar to before though the collar was gone and her hair was no longer tied up. The boots, thong and breast revealing corset were no longer black leather instead there were made of a brown, thin, stretchy reptile skin, smooth to the touch and very tight about her body. As before her make-up had changed too, this time her lips and nails were painted a dark green. She was very glad the outfit was so skimpy as the heat was really starting to have an effect on her. Streams of sweat were already running down her bare breasts and thighs.

However Dani felt great and knew she looked incredibly sexy but she could seen no sign of demonic civilisation as there had been on the sixth circle, she began to get frustrated worried she wouldn't get to fuck anything, rather concerned that this circle might just be some empty wilderness. Figuring if nothing else if might be a little cooler she began to walk into the swamp.

She'd continued for perhaps half an hour and the terrain had begun to get worse, Dani was regularly walking in several inches of brown, muddy water and several times she'd had to wade up to her neck in it so that now her bare thighs, arms and breasts were glistening with grimy, swampy water rather than sweat.

Even worse were the feeling of things occasionally rubbing against her body, creatures in the murky water that she couldn't see and only briefly felt against her skin. It was unnerving and not at all pleasant and as she splashed knee deep into yet another muddy pool she decided that she would leave this nasty circle and try another gateway.

She was about to mutter the spell word that would whisk her back to earth when something suddenly wrapped around her foot, dragging her into a large, swampy pool. She screamed at this sudden attack, the complicated spell word vanishing from her mind in her fright. She tried struggling, pulling hard against whatever held her leg but it was much stronger than her and as she tugged she felt more things wrapping around her other leg. 

She kept tugging, trying to pull away and finally heard a loud tear from under the water and free, collapsed back onto the bank of the pool, falling into a large vine bush. Dani began to get her breath back, laying back in the bushes thick green limbs when she felt it moving around her. It began grabbing her, it's vine like branches grabbing every limb and wrapping around her waist and neck.

Dani screamed again as more vines, including two that were torn in half arouse out of the water and began wrapping around her. She tried to get away but the plant's tendrils were far too fast and strong and within seconds she was held tight. It was then, much to her surprise that two of the vines wrapped around her naked breasts and began gently massaging them, squeezing her round flesh and rubbing her nipples with their thick leaves. Dani smiled and relaxed into the plant's embrace, it seemed that in hell even the plants were horny little devils and that after all she was going to get the fucking she so craved.

The plant seemed to sense Dani's reaction and slightly released it's hold on her, it's tendrils now massaging her flesh rather than gripping it. Dani now able to move, reached down and pulled off her thong which one of the vines kindly took from her hand and tossed away. 

Dani, burning with desire from the vine's caress, began licking each branch that passed her mouth and slowly pulled her legs apart, opening her dripping pussy to the plant. The demon flora took the cue and thrust several vines into Dani's sweet pussy. Though each was only half an inch round the sudden sensation of a group of them squirming around in her pussy quickly had her panting and moaning like the little whore she now was.

More vines and tendrils began spreading out from the centre of the plant. They were somewhat different to the rest, each of the new vines ended in a sucker like mouth which dripped with a green organic slime. Two of these suckers reached out and fastened themselves with an audible slurp around Dani's nipples, creating a delightful sensation in the already stiff buds.

A third sucker then appeared between the writhing girl's legs and curled its way up her boot and bare thigh before firmly attaching itself to her stiff clit. Like those on her nipples, the mouth began sucking away sending Dani into paroxysms of pleasure. Within seconds her first orgasm hit and the tendrils whipping about in her pussy were treated to a gush of honey as her pussy trembled around them and she clasped her thighs around them desperate to prolong the sensation.

Thankfully the plant did not stop it's assault on Dani's body and the vines continued to wrap around her, caressing her whilst the three suckers continued their enchanting ministrations. In fact several tendrils were now wrapped tightly around her arse and their tips were gently probing Dani's anus. With her orgasm Dani had lost all rational thought and was now just writhing, humping and moaning like some possessed animal, the new anal intrusions only making her worse. 

This continued for some time and plant managed to force three more intense climaxes from Dani until suddenly the vines in her pussy pulled out. Though the suckers kept up their attentions Dani started groaning and begging for them to return until she felt another much larger intrusion into her pussy. She looked down and saw that on the end of one vine was a long, thick cock-like organ and that it was now repeatedly thrusting it's way into her cunt. Each pounding assault sent waves of ecstasy up Dani's body.

The cock was clearly about to cum and Dani could see liquid gushing down the length of the vine from the planet's "body". Even in her irrational state this suddenly filled her with fear. She couldn't tell why but she knew that if she let the plant cum in her it would fertilise her and she would become pregnant with the demon plant's offspring. So just couldn't let this happen and so with a sudden wrench of her arms which tore several vines in half she grabbed the plant cock out of her pussy and desperate that the jism shouldn't be entirely wasted shoved it into her mouth.

As her lips closed around the shaft it began jerking and Dani felt the first lumps of cum thud into the back of her throat. The lumps quickly became a stream and soon pints of the bizarre tasting cum were jetting down Dani's throat, within seconds her belly was full but she didn't care as the suckers that were locked around her clit and nipples had violently tightened up as the plant came and she was once again rocked with a climax.

As Dani shook in orgasm the plant kept coming and soon her stomach and throat were full, quickly her mouth filled until the creamy liquid began spurting out around her mouth and out her nose. Finally after pints had flowed into Dani it stopped and the cock pulled out of her mouth. Her body being so full of cum caused Dani to retch and pints of jism spurted out of her mouth so that for a few seconds she looked like some kind of obscene fountain gushing white demon jism.

The plant, now satisfied let it's vines go limp and seemed to almost go to sleep. Dani pulled herself from it's embrace and collapsed on a small, dry patch of ground, small spurts of cum still occasionally dripping from her mouth though she tried to lick as much of it up as she could. She looked at herself and for the second time in twenty four hours her entire body was covered in demon cum though this time most of it had come from her own mouth when she retched it up. 

She pulled her reptile skin corset off and chucked it away, it being so badly covered before slowly she began wiping it off her. Unfortunately the jism which tasted like a strange fruity milk was delicious and as she wiped each clump from her breasts or thighs she would gently lick it from her hand. Once complete she pulled her boots off. Jism had pooled in the bottom of them so she lifted the boots to her mouth and slowly poured the liquid into her mouth, gulping it all down. She finally lifted her dainty feet to her face and licked the last smears of cum from between her green painted toes.

Her cleaning complete Dani stood up and prepared to use the spell and return home when a deep voice filled the area "Not leaving so soon I hope. After all I think you owe me a big thank you, I did save you from a plant induced pregnancy!".

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Carrie's scream finally subsided and out of the darkness the creature, whose tentacles were now wrapping right around and tightly squeezing her tits, slid into view. It looked like a giant slug about eight foot long and four foot high, it's body was green and gelatinous with thick slime dripping off it. However it's head was quite unlike a slugs, it was more pronounced sitting on a slight neck and it had large black eyes and a huge round mouth, filled with dagger-like fangs. Around the mouth were several large clumps of tentacles. The longest were over two metres in length and were at that moment assaulting Carrie. 

The demon advanced on Carrie until it was only a couple of feet from her, it's mouth held in a evil grin. And then in a deep, slimy voice it spoke "I didn't surprise you did I my dirty little slut whore?".

"Oh baby it's you!" Carrie's hands reached out and grasped the head of the beast.

"Of course. We agreed that I would meet you here at the house." The demon said.

"I know but I didn't expect you to be hiding in the basement. Now let me kiss you." The blonde teenager bent down and kissed the creature's mouth, her shapely red lips nearly vanishing inside her demon lover's gaping maw. Her tongue flicking around inside it's mouth, around it's large round tongue, tasting him. All the while it's slimy saliva dribbled between their lips onto Carrie's face. 




The Gates Pt. 02



As they kissed the demon's tentacles began to surround her body, more joined the first two caressing her breasts, others wrapped around her head or body and several wrapped around her smooth, bare legs, creeping up under her skirt until they pushed against her white, cotton panties. Carrie began to feel pleasure filling her body under the tentacle caress and started pushing back with her body, grinding herself against the slimy demon.

Suddenly Carrie pulled herself away from the creature, walking back several steps and forcing the demon's tentacles to release her. She now stood several feet away, her skirt and top plastered to her body with slime. Whilst more dripped from her face, hair, arms and legs onto the floor where it pooled around her Converse.

"Wait! We have business to discuss first." Carrie said, knowing she'd only just kept her own lust under control. She knew she had to be strong for she was playing a dangerous game. Carrie had once, even only a year before, been the studious and naïve girl her mother still believed her to be. Yet her constant work in the library had led her to the discovery of the occult and with it knowledge of magic and of the demons hidden in ancient books. 

At first she'd just found it interesting, an intellectual search for knowledge but soon she found it began to turn her on. The heady mix of power and wickedness served with a large slide of rampant sexuality was too much for the teenager. She began to dabble in magic rituals which would let her summon creatures who could grant her even more knowledge. The rituals had required obscene acts of masturbation and it was then the last vestiges of goodness left Carrie.

She'd quickly learnt all that she could, being a very bright girl and she wanted to put her knowledge into practice. This was when she discovered the demon now before her. It's name is D'rak and it is a Ji'roth, one of the 666 races of the damned, the demon creatures of hell. The Ji'roth have always wanted more than they had, more power, more slaves, even hoping to rule hell and Earth. D'rak was one of the most ambitious, scheming and evil of his race, Carrie discovered him hidden in an old tomb after he had been banished from hell by a demon prince he had opposed long ago. Twisted teenage human and bitter demon had seen uses for each other, D'rak had experience and magic power, Carrie had knowledge. To agree to a working partnership D'rak had demanded a sexual one too, like most demons he desired humans more than anything. Carrie had been disgusted by the creature but she accepted the coupling anyway, losing her virginity to the demon and discovered pleasure like none she had imagined. The couples plans were now well under way but Carrie was still fearful, the demon could betray her at any time and worse if she became besotted with the pleasure it provided she might not care when it did.

"You are always so coy my little whore! But you are right. Your foolish mother has been fooled into buying the house as you predicted but have you found the gates yet?". 

Carrie shifted uncomfortably, a little angry "No! I have searched all yesterday and today, all over the house and garden but I can't find any sign of them."

"Are you sure your information was correct? Are the gates even here?" The demon asked.

"Yes! I am sure, the mage Aurik clearly lived here before, his useless junk fills up the basement but where his spellbooks are? Where he hid the gates? I just don't know." Carrie replied, as a large lump of slime dropped of her hair and splattered on her cleavage before sliding around the fleshing globe and vanishing under her t-shirt.

"We must find them soon. I must return to hell, gather my brethren and then we can rule this pathetic world and you will be the whore queen you so desire to be!"

Carrie fearing the demon would descend into one of his long rants quickly spoke up, "I will find them. Aurik was barely more than an amateur he could not of hidden them that well. It's just hard with mother around at night."

"Well you know what I wish to do to your mother!" D'rak cackled.

"I've told you to leave her, at least for now. I need her money but when we find the gates I promise you can have her." Carrie said, a wicked smile on her face, "And you can rape and impregnate her as you wish, I'll look forward to having a brother. Particularly if he can fuck me as well as his father can!".

The Ji'roth chuckled at the teenagers nasty promise and again began advancing on her, it's tentacles reaching for her body, "But first you must find the gates." it said.

"I will...once I'm satisfied." Carrie answered as it's tentacles began slipping up her slimy legs, and under her skirt before gently pushing it's way into her panties. Others reached higher up, slipping under her t-shirt and then under her bra and then with a loud rip the tentacles all jerked backwards tearing all of Carrie's clothes. Leaving her naked but for her shoes.

The slime covered girl stood staring at the demon, her hands rubbing up and down her body, squeezing her large, slick breasts. "Make me cum!" she demanded, her tongue licking her red lips in anticipation.

"You will. I promise you that, you dirty little slattern!" The demon replied it's tentacles again surrounding Carrie's body, writhing around her naked flesh, wrapping around her limbs and her breasts.

Carrie's head flew back and she moaned, the exquisite feeling of the tentacles surrounding her body sending the first hints of orgasm into her pussy. She then felt two of the largest tentacles, each easily three inches across, squirm up her legs until one paused at her wet pussy and the other at her anus.

Carrie could no longer control herself and with one thrust of her body forced the first tentacle deep into herself, D'rak responded and shoved the second tentacle into her arsehole. Carrie screamed at both massive intrusions but none the less began jerking herself up and down, creating friction deep in both holes.
With her violent movements slime was now flying off her body and splattering all over the walls and floor.

Several smaller tentacles had wrapped around her large tits were squeezing them and teasing her nipples, in response she bent down and began licking the heads of the tentacles. Tasting the slime before allowing each one to slip into her mouth and down her throat before it jerked out again. Occasionally she would allow two or three into her mouth at the same time and the teen demon-bait would revel in the feeling of the Ji'roth's mucus running down her throat and warmly filling her belly.

Carrie continued to happily hump up and down on the tentacles which currently filled and stretched both her holes. It was a feeling she had learned to love and they had fucked like this many times before but this time
the demon was more aroused than useful and pushed four more tentacles towards Carrie's abdomen, two for each hole. They were slightly smaller than the first two but as Carrie felt them rub against the outside of her cunt and anus she stopped her humping.

"NO! D'rak no! Please! No More! I take that!" She begged as the tentacles began squeezing into her already painfully stretched holes. What the demon wanted was just too much for Carrie.

"I will not! You asked me to make you cum! And you will learn bitch that when you demand to rut with me, it is always on my terms!" The demon shouted back at her.

This was what Carrie had feared most, Ji'roth were infamous for sexual depravity and demanding the most disgusting acts from the women they fucked and now she was being forced into such things. She screamed, a piercing cry as all four new tentacles finally pushed there way inside her, stretching her beyond anything she thought possible.

"Nooooooo!......Noo!.......Please! It's too much!" Carrie screamed at the demon but he simply ignored her, laughing and pushing all six tentacles further into the girl as the remainder continued their groping of the rest of her young body.

Carrie tried to move, to push the tentacles away but she was just too firmly held in places, any movement just making the feeling of extreme discomfort in her crammed orifices worse. However it didn't matter as D'rak began thrusting the tentacles in and out of the girl anyway, very slowly at first but soon the pace quickened and the six tentacles were like pistons, one would enter each hole, then a second and finally a third painfully filling her before they would be all pulled out and the process would start again.

With each thrust into her Carrie would scream but very slowly as the minutes ticked past the screams began to turn into moans and cries of pleasure. Her sexual desires were now so bizarrely twisted that she began to get used to the excessive fucking and was beginning to enjoy it. After about an hour of the extreme tentacle fucking Carrie resumed her own humping, pushing herself back onto to the tentacles, her mouth once again licking at the tentacles that were wrapped around her breasts. 

"Look at you! You are filthier than the most ancient and perverted Succubus!" The demon laughed at Carrie.

"Urghhhh!......Yes!......Yes I am!" Carrie panted as the tentacles continued their relentless assault on her holes.

"Arrrrghhhhhhhhhuuuurrrghhhhhh!" She then screamed as her orgasm suddenly broke and flooded her senses, her cunt and anus quivering around the tentacles.

"Well let's see how much of a slut you really are!" The demon challenged as without even a moment's pause he pushed two more tentacles towards Carrie, again one for each whole. As before it was initially painful but Carrie within a few minutes she found herself enjoying the eight prehensile limbs inside her and sooner then before she orgasmed again, much more powerfully than before, her lithe teenage body shaking in pleasure.

So the demon again upped the intrusion with yet another tentacle in each hole and again a whle and few hundred thrusts Carrie came. And so it continued for hours with twelve tentacles, then fourteen, then sixteen and then eighteen until finally Carrie had ten in both her cunt and her arse, every single one of the demons tentacles buried inside her.

Carrie was in a frenzy of constant pleasure. Looking down at her slime coated body she could see her whole stomach was distended and writhing as the tentacles moved about inside her, it was a horrifying sight but one the twisted teen found deeply gratifying. The demons earlier snarls and insults were gone and Carrie could tell he was in shock in finding it's sexual equal and a human girl no less. Best of all the creature was clearly close to orgasm itself. It had stopped most of it's actual thrusting and the tentacles were mainly just moving around inside her so she began squeezing the muscles in her anus and pussy. 

This caused D'rak to let out deep, gurgling moans and  he began fiercely flicking his tentacles around inside her, making Carrie groan again and again with each flick and hump until finally rutting girl and demon came at the same time. Carrie screamed and the demon bellowed as pints of green demon jism began spurting out of each of the demons tentacles. Within seconds Carrie's womb and colon were both full of cum but it just kept flooding her, unable to flow out due to the tightly packed tentacles blocking her holes. Her belly began expanding as more and more of the liquid filled her, pain began mixing with her orgasm which pushed her onto an even higher plane of ecstasy. More and more flowed into her until she looked ten months pregnant with triplets.

Finally the demon, still moaning with pleasure, yanked out his still ejaculating tentacles. With explosive power galleons of demon jism jetted out of both Carrie's holes. The jism sprayed all over Carrie's legs and then coated the floor whilst the demon sprayed pints more on to her chest and face from it's tentacles. For over a minute it continued covering her head to toe in a thick layer of cum.  

Eventually emptied it slid away from the girl. For a long time Carrie just lent against the wall, exhausted, jism still dripping out of both her holes. By the end nearly two inches of cum had flooded the floor.

"Wonderful! Truly perverse! You are unique girl! We I rule the world you will get such treatment daily." The demon said some time later when it too had recovered enough to talk.

Carrie managed to giggle in response and in a voice muffled by the cum covering her mouth said "I look forward to it....".

"Well find the gates!" The demon shouted as it created a magic vortex before itself and slid into it returning to it's hiding place.

Carrie slid down the wall to the floor. Collapsing, now passed out, into the pond of jism.

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Carrie awoke several hours later, still lying in the jism. Some of which had drained away but it was still over an inch deep. She slowly pulled herself to her feet and streams of cum dribbled off her lithe body. She then licked what she could off her face, hands and breasts, sucking on her own nipples for a short while. 

She then stumbled out of the room, a trail of demon cum behind her until she found one of the piles of junk. She searched around for a moment until she found a large glass jar, she then returned to the flooded room and filled the jar with jism. She smiled demon cum was a vital component in any number of spells and once she'd used the pathetic D'rak for her own ends even more vital in creating a spell to destroy him.

With a flick of her fingers and a flash of magic the jism covering the room and her body was gone, she was fully dressed and once again appeared the sweet and innocent girl everyone thought her to be. Quietly she  ran back upstairs, it was now late into the night and her Mum was probably asleep in bed so with making a noise Carrie slipped to her bedroom and fell fast asleep.

To be continued...



The Gates Pt. 03



Chapter Four -- Mothleth

Dani, her naked body now cleaned of the vine demon's cum turned around, the words "Not leaving so soon I hope. After all I think you owe me a big thank you, I did save you from plant pregnancy!", still echoing in her ears. It made sense to her, something had compelled her to stop the plant cumming in her but what in hell would want to help her and more importantly, what did it want in return?

Both questions were answered as she saw what stood behind her, it was a demon, clearing a very old and very powerful one but also the most disgusting creature she had yet seen. He stood about ten foot tall, vaguely humanoid but in bizarre proportions, he had two small arms with tiny hands and two short, feeble looking legs that to the logically mind could not support the rest of his body. A body that was huge and totally grotesque. The vast majority of it was his huge flabby, green belly and chest. Rolls of fat lolled over one another with but a tiny little head stuck on top. He had a wicked grinning face and a long slimy tongue flopping out of it. Even worse was the state of his green and yellow flesh, though apparently alive much of it was rotting or diseased or infested, slime dripped out of holes and small insects and creatures crawled all over him. He was truly disgusting and Dani began to feel sick, not least because of the final part of his anatomy, for between his tiny legs was a huge, festering and most definitely erect cock. It was very clear what the demon required as a thank you.

"Let me introduce myself to you human. I am Mothleth, demon prince of the Seventh Circle of Hell. You are now in my domain." The demon bellowed as he stomped his way out of the dying woods that surrounded the swamp till he stood on a patch of dry ground on the edge of the water.

"My name is Dani and it is an honour to meet you." Dani replied hoping that a little civility and lots of grovelling might get her out or here without having to fuck this disgusting creature. Though at the back of her mind Dani knew she was once again going to let herself down, her eyes were already fixating on the demons twenty inch cock despite it's rotting and slime covered state.

"Indeed it is. Though I must say you are more than a little amusing yourself. I have been watching you since you arrived in my domain and I must say I have rarely seen a human enjoy a hell vine so much, you are truly a slut worthy of special praise."

Despite just being called one of the biggest sluts in history Dani couldn't help but feel a certain perverse pride in herself, "Thank you my lord." She graciously answered, bowing a little, her large breasts bouncing as she did so.

"Indeed. But as you no doubt realise I couldn't let such a beautiful creature like yourself become an egg sac for that vile plant so I saved you for your own disgusting desires."

And once again those desires began to take hold of Dani, she knew she should just say the spell and leave but instead she said "And so now you want me to show you how grateful I am."

"Indeed" The demon bellowed.

This was her least chance to stop herself but she couldn't, instead she just sexily walked forward, breasts bobbing up and down and reached out for Mothleth's giant dick. The feeling of the thick demonic meat in her hands totally overpowered the disgust at the demon's vile smell and appearance.

She ran both hands, which could only just about reach around it's girth, down the demon's dick. Slime and pus which dripped from several wounds and boils on it's length covered her hands. Apparently she also disturbed an insect for something started moving inside one large boil, it looked like a leech with a soft body but with eight spider-like legs, it had obviously set up home in the boil and on being disturbed jumped out as and landed on her right breast. 

Dani was about to brush it off when Mothleth said "No wait! This is my domain and all that live here share my desires.".

With that Dani was shocked to see the insect crawl down her curvaceous breast and then clasp it's leech like body around her nipple. This caused her to gasp and sent a tingle of pleasure up her spine.

To her surprise several other insects began squelching out of various wounds and sores on the demons body before crawling towards her. Another of the leech spiders quickly jumped onto her other nipple, clasping down hard with a slurp and causing her to squeal in pleasure. 

She then looked down and saw three, ten inch long maggots crawling off the demon. Each was cream coloured about two inch across with segmented bodies. Slowly they started to slither up her long legs, she guessed their destination and eagerly parted her legs, opening her pussy to the encroaching maggots. All three were soon sliding into her pussy, their ribbed bodies causing a groan of pleasure from the dark haired woman. Soon all three had vanished inside her and she could just feel them writhing about in her cunt and up into her womb. 

Lastly a group of small beetle like insects, each no bigger than a large coin, crawled along Mothleth's dick, along her arms and then down her back before furiously and extremely pleasurably crawling into her arsehole where there began rummaging about in her anus and rectum.

Mothleth laughed at the girl as her body was assaulted by the insects but Dani, her body screaming in pleasure, didn't care and was not finished properly thanking the demon yet. So her other orifices full, she bent down and began to feed the huge demon dick into her mouth. She had to open her mouth painfully wide to allow it entrance but slowly she fed it into her body, down her throat until her lips were pressing against the demons giant, rotting balls and she could feel it's tip deep inside her, half way to her stomach. As she had expected it tasted foul and she could feel pus and mucous dripping out of it's various wounds and sliding into her belly.

After a few seconds she realised she couldn't breath and so quickly pulled her head back until Mothleth's cock plopped out of her mouth, a spray of saliva and slime flying off and coating her face and chest. She then took a deep breath, groaned as one of the maggots in her cunt suddenly thrashed about, and then pushed the dick back down her throat.

Dani felt filthier than ever before, she couldn't believe that her holes were full of insects, things that she normally hated, and that they were actually making her feel amazing -- not to forget that she was feeding a rotting demon dick down her throat. With her pleasure growing in her arse and cunt where the beetles and maggots didn't ever seem to stop moving she hurried on with her oral ministrations. 

She would slide the giant penis into her mouth, her tongue sliding around it's girth, licking off it's leaking mucous. She would feed it down into herself until her mouth and nose were buried into the demon's balls and belly. There more disgusting juices would drip onto on face and hair and then she would pull it all the way out, gasp for air and then repeat process. Dani soon had a rhythm going, Mothleth groaning each time he was hilted in the human. Even the insects inside her and sucking on her breasts seemed to thrash about more when he did so. 

Twenty, thirty, forty times Dani did this, increasingly ghastly moans coming from the demon, her own ecstasy also growing. Juices would drip out of her pussy each time a maggot head or tail briefly stuck it's way out. It was almost becoming unbearable but even worse was the feeling in her arse. The beetles were just going crazy, crawling about inside her, usually near her hole but sometimes swarming up deep into her body creating a nasty yet delightful feeling. She even stuck her hand down and stuffed three fingers into her anus to see if the insects were real so strange was the feeling but sensing their hard bodies moving between her fingers and soft internal flesh quickly convinced her. 

Then almost without warning, with his cock only half buried in Dani's gullet, Mothleth screeched and a hot jet of cum slapped into the back of Dani's throat. Wanting all the cum inside her she quickly hilted him as spurt after spurt flooded down into her belly. Unlike many of the other demons Dani had meet Mothleth's orgasm was short and only about a pint of cum poured into her stomach and so as he pulled himself out of the her, she managed to keep it all inside of her. Though it did feel rather disgusting mixing with mucous and pus that had slid into her during her sucking.

Dani her own orgasm fast growing inside now, abandoned the demon's spent dick and collapsed on the ground, her attention now fully on the insects in and around her body.

Mothleth slowly recovering saw this and bellowed "Yes! You truly are wondrous! You make me cum in a way few have in the last millennia and you still have not reached your own peak! You shall now be greatly rewarded slut!". And with that Dani, writhing about on the ground, saw a whole host of other boils burst over the demon body and out of each one more maggots and beetles poured. There were thousands and all were headed for her, the first few that reached her vanished into her cunt or arse - pushing those already inside deep into her womb and digestive system. But soon her body was stretched beyond anything possible outside of hell, her holes were literally crawling with the things moving around inside her but the insects kept coming filling her pussy and arse beyond anything possible.

After perhaps a minute Dani looked around and was shocked to see none remained, all were inside her, she could feel them moving around, filling every nook and stretching her flesh further and further, the maggots thrashing about, the beetles scurrying and biting. She could actually see the maggots and beetles moving around in her by the way her flesh bulged and twisted. The experience should have been terrifying and horrible painful but it wasn't. Dani guessed, not that she really cared, that Mothleth was using some kind magic making it delightful for her, because it seemed as if every single fibre in her being was being erotically charged. It felt, for a brief moment, as if every part of her were as sensitive as her clit. She clearly couldn't take it for long and within seconds exploded in the most magnificent orgasm.

For minutes it just came in wave after wave of erotic highs, Dani screamed, moaned, groaned, panted and begged, and she just kept cumming. She rolled around on the ground, her belly and arse still bulging with insects, sweat flying off her body, until finally it began to subside and she collapsed on her back.

Small highs would occasionally hit her but slowly she felt her senses return to normal and as they did the insects began to leave her body. A constant stream of the creatures poured out of her holes for some minutes, their passage through her cunt and arse causing new smaller orgasms. In her barely conscious state Dani only just noticed that the ones leaving her cunt were coated in a greenish slime.

The last insects gone from her body Mothleth moved to tower over the prone girl, "I hope you enjoyed your reward! I certainly enjoyed mine." He laughed.

"Yes! Ummmmm....yes....yes...so weird...but...urghhhhh...so good" Dani answered between yet more tiny orgasms

"Few humans have ever experienced the full power of the Insects of Mothleth and even fewer have survived. You are truly honoured Dani."

"Thank you my lord." She replied as she finally managed to sit up.

"But I must tell you the magic used to allow you to experience it have not left you completely unchanged.".

Dani suddenly realised what he meant and slid her hand to her pussy, pushing two fingers in and then pulling them out and as expected they were coated in a thick, light green slime, "You mean this?" she asked.

"Indeed. When you become aroused and particularly when you cum your pussy will now produce that slime. It is a reaction of your body to the intense magic of the seventh circle used on you." The demon explained.

Dani was not sure if she entirely liked this turn of events but curiosity got the better of her and she gently slid the slime coated fingers into her mouth, it didn't taste great but certainly better than rotting dick or demon pus and it felt bizarrely nice sliding down her throat in thick globules. She smiled at the demon and said "I think I can get used to it."

Mothleth laughed a great big laugh and then said "You are fantastically unique Dani and I will welcome you back at time you desire." And with that the demon turned to leave but at the last moment turned and said "But be careful young human. You have had good experiences so far but not all of hell is so welcoming and be sure you do not ignore danger closer to home either!".

And then he was gone a gateway opening if front of him leaving Dani scooping green cum out of her pussy and into her mouth.

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Dani finally returned to Earth in the early hours of the morning. After locking the library she checked that Carrie was fast asleep before collapsing exhausted on her own bed, falling into a deep but very satisfied slumber.

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Carrie awoke late the next morning and discovered her mother was not in the house. She had left a note explaining her hectic work load had kept her at work late yesterday and had also meant she had to go in early today. This didn't bother Carrie she would now have another day to search around for the hidden gateways. 

Yesterday she'd ruled out the large gardens and the basement so that meant they had to be hidden somewhere in the house. Obviously it couldn't be any of the main living areas that she and her mother were using but somewhere else. This meant one place, the southern wing, it was large and full of rooms and it had to be where the mage had hidden his gates.

So after a quick breakfast the teen began to search the southern extension. She took each room in turn checking floors and walls for secret passageways, casting brief spells that would reveal magically hidden doors or break illusions. The more she searched the more she became sure that the gates had to be somewhere in the southern wing, the architecture was bizarre, much of it clearly designed by someone skilled in magic. 

Various rooms were shaped for the sole purpose of conducting certain rituals and enhancing their power. Others, once she'd cast her spells, revealed to Carrie a rich magical history, in some rooms the walls practically glowed with magical energies. Carrie even unearth a small secret room but to her dismay it only contained a stash of spellbooks and magical theses and not the gates she was looking for. Though she did find a copy of Volume VIII of 'The Darkness Beneath Us' by Theoanlis Constantine, a tome she hadn't read was desperate to get her hands on. But it was a small consolation for again not finding the gates, D'rak would only get increasingly angry and she was not sure what would happen if she kept failing. Her pussy and anus still ached from the day before. Though she had to admit every time she thought about the way the demon had taken her a dribble of pussy cream would leak onto her panties.

By nearly eight in the evening, with darkness beginning to fall she had searched every room except one, the library. It had seemed such an obvious location to put the gates that she was sure that even an idiot like Aurik would not hide them there but with nowhere else to try she headed towards it. 

The ornate wooden doors stood before her and she reached out grabbing the gold door handle and twisted it, expecting the doors to swing open, they did not. She pushed again, harder but still they did not open. A third time she tried before she realised the doors were locked. Her mother had clearly locked them, something that really piqued her curiosity. Her mother had only intended to store some her work junk here, why on earth would she lock the doors? Carrie became desperate to know what dirty little secret her mother was hiding and started to recall the words for a lock breaking spell when she suddenly heard the front door open and someone call her name. It was her mother.

Carrie became angry, she'd been sure she wouldn't be back till late again, plenty of time to find the gates but she was here already. Dark thoughts of summoning D'rak and letting him have her mother now filled her mind but she knew that without finding the gates first that could be a dreadful mistake. So once again burying her nastiness deep inside herself Carrie breezily skipped downstairs and sweetly welcomed her mother home. 

Chapter Five -- The Snake Goddess

Dani breathed a sigh of relief as at about midnight Carrie finally kissed her goodnight and went off to bed. For some reason her daughter hadn't seemed to want her to go to bed and she'd began to wonder how late she could stay up without looking suspicious to Carrie. As again all day she had only desired to get back to the house and visit hell. She'd left work early and had hoped Carrie would be out or want an early night. Yet that, much to Dani's disappointment, had not occurred and she had began to feel like she was going to burst with excitement with her all consuming desire to get to hell and to screw some more demons. But finally Carrie had vanished upstairs and Dani was free.

However she made herself wait a few more minutes until she was sure Carrie was in bed and then made her way to the library, unlocked the door and entered the room which as before was bathed in the dark magical light of the open gateways. She didn't even have to think about which gate to use, there was only one she hadn't been in and she was desperate to see where it would take her - despite Mothleth's warning the night before about not all of hell being as safe as her previous destinations. Though she thought with a smile it's not like being fucked by a giant dog, a plant and a ten foot high bag of rotting flab were what most people would consider safe anyway.

She stepped through the gateway with breathless anticipation, the moving, twisting, perverting sensation again briefly hitting her and then Dani stood on the Ninth Circle of Hell, which if the gate was correct in the domain of a demon called Salrissa.

She looked around and for a brief moment thought she had arrived on the seventh circle again, the land all around was thick jungle but then Dani realised that unlike on the seventh circle this forest was verdant and alive, huge green plants grew towards the sky and hordes of birds, insects and other small creatures could be seen flitting about the flora. It was like some jungle paradise on earth though the black sky and crawling heat marked this out as obviously not the case.

Dani then noticed she wasn't entirely in virgin territory as she stood upon a wide stone road that was clearly man made or at least demon made. The large black flagstones that made up the road surface were also obviously well maintained, each being clean and un-chipped so Dani assumed this road must be used often but for the moment she could see no one else on the road or where, in either direction, that it led.

She then examined her clothes which to her absolute lack of surprise had again been changed by her journey. She discovered, her outfit was in parts like that she had worn on the sixth circle; her hair was tied back in a ponytail held by a black metal clasp, a studded leather collar was wrapped tightly around her neck, her lips and nails were again painted black and rising up to her knees were sexy leather boots. However instead of a leather outfit fitting for a whore an immaculate black dress of the smoothest fabric was wrapped around her curves. Dani ran her hands down the rich cloth loving the feeling of it against her flesh and approving of the way it's low cut had her breasts practically falling out of the garment. She also loved the way the long skirt was cut down both sides to her waist so that her long, booted legs were shown off as was the complete lack of underwear underneath the dress.




The Gates Pt. 03



After a moment admiring herself, Dani began to walk down the road guessing that the gate clearly hadn't meant for such a rich outfit to be wasted on the jungle. After only a few minutes walking the road widened out and statues began appearing on pedestals along it's edges. Each was larger than life, at least ten foot tall and they seemed to be dotted every few hundred metres or so down the road. Each depicted some mighty demon either in battle or a moment of victory, the demons all appeared reptilian, often snake like, some more humanoid looking than others.

After another few minutes and having passed by a handful more of the statues that Dani noticed a huge structure in the distance, initially it appeared to by huge, black mountain but as she got closer it was revealed to be a huge, fortress, taller than the tallest building Dani had seen on Earth. It's black stone mass dominated the skyline, it's tallest towers vanishing into the clouds of the dark sunless sky. And even at this distance she could see things flying around it's towers, some kind of demon she assumed but ones that must be massive to by seen so far away.

Dani knowing that the massive fortress should be her destination hurried down the road even if it was many miles away. She then noticed three dots on the horizon approaching her at some speed, as they got closer it was revealed to be three riders. Approaching her were three giant lizards, each as big as a large horse or camel, running on four clawed legs, large jaws clamped shut, long, spiked tails flicking behind them. The riders were obviously not human, Dani could only see the front two clearly as the third was hidden behind. They appeared humanoid, but with skin which was a light green and made of small scales. Other reptilian features became clear as they approached, long lizard like tongues would flick out of their mouths whilst thick crocodile-like tails sprouted from above their arses and ran along the back of their mounts and their hands ended in long, sharp claws, more than able to tear a human apart. Both were male, bald and obviously soldiers being dressed in solid black armour and armed with vicious looking, serrated curved swords. Thankfully the weapons were not drawn but Dani was still a little concerned by their appearance, perhaps this was what Mothleth had warned her about after all.

The two male riders mounted on their huge lizards came to a stop before Dani, silent but staring at her, clawed hands resting on sword handles. As the third lizard steed reached them they parted their mounts to reveal the rider to Dani. The rider was also a lizardman like the first two with green scaled skin and large tail but unlike the first two was clearly female with luscious dark green hair flowing about her shoulders. As Dani's eyes ran up and down her she noticed she was also very beautiful, her full and curvy body barely covered by a black chain mail crop top and loincloth, her long legs accentuated by leather boots.

The lizardwoman slid off her mouth with cat-like grace and slinked her way up to Dani, "You are Dani Hutter?" the lizardwoman said in a soft, slightly hissing voice, her long reptile tongue flicking out between words.

"Yes I am." Dani answered, her eyes fixated on the ample green cleavage before her, surprised by the small size and evident softness of lizardwoman's scales.

"Good. I am Saskila, personal assassin of her greatness Salrissa.", Dani became suddenly fearful at this revelation, had this beauty come here to kill her?

"Do not fear Dani." Saskila said in reply to the horror on Dani's face, "My mistress simply wishes to see you and has asked me to escort you to her.".

"Oh....well in that case lead the way." Dani answered, delighted by the thought of a demon ruler, and obviously a powerful one taking an interest in her.

Saskila remounted her lizard and turned to Dani, "You can sit behind me. If you walk it could take hours but our mounts will carry us there much quicker.".

Dani walked up to the lizard but was unsure of how to get on or where to sit, not least with Saskila's tail running back down the large beast's back.

"Here let me help you." The lizardwoman said as she reached down and with a surprising strength pulled Dani onto the giant creature behind her. Dani's bare thighs either sat side of her tail, her naked pussy resting directly on it.

"Hold on to me!" Saskila ordered as the lizard began to move.

Dani happily did so, wrapping her arms around the lizardwoman, her hands resting on her flat and softly scaled belly.

After a few minutes the beasts had reached quite a pace and seemed to require little attention from their riders. The two males, took off into the distance unburdened by a second rider. Dani tried asking Saskila a few questions about her destination or her mistress but the lizardwoman was not forthcoming so she quickly gave up.

A little bored and more than a little horny from the thick tail gently shifting between her legs, Dani couldn't help but noticed that she was wrapped around a creature of great beauty. These days such thoughts quickly pushed Dani into action and so she ran her hands up Saskila's body and then under her chain mail top before cupping her large breasts. She'd expected to be ordered off by the demon, perhaps even get a slap from the militaristic demon but instead the only response she got was a soft moan and a small jerk in her tail.

Dani took this to be a sign of consent and began squeezing the lizardwoman's pert tits, kneading the soft flesh between her fingers, slightly digging in with her black nails. Saskila simply turned, briefly smiled at Dani and then pressed her dark green lips against Dani's whilst at the same time pressing her tail up against Dani's cunt, the hard ridge of scales that ran down it's length pushing firmly into it's folds. Dani looked down, as pleasure shot through her to see the first squirt of her now thick, green honey splatter over Saskila's tail.

"You've been touched by Mothleth I see." Saskila said as she turned to face forward again, leaning herself back against Dani as Dani's hands continued to caress her breasts, hard nipples now rolling around her fingers. "Least I understand now why my mistress was interested in you.".

Dani opened her mouth to reply but only a deep groan escaped as the demon pushed her tail once again hard against Dani's cunt. So she simply leant forward and began kissing Saskila, green demon lips and black human ones crushing together, human tongue and reptile tongue flicking around inside mouths.

Saskila's tail then began a rhythmic jerking against Dani's pussy, the ridge of scales would only push inside her a short way but the hardness of them against her soft flesh was almost as good as having a huge cock deep inside her. 

Dani, whilst leaving one hand grabbing the demon's breasts, then slipped her other under Saskila's loincloth, her probing fingers quickly finding her smooth and hairless hole. Shoving three fingers into the lizardwoman caused her tail to jerk back with even greater force than before and soon the two horny females had had a tempo going, fingers thrusting into wet pussy which would cause tail to slap into green slime soaked cunt, all the while tongues licking all over faces and inside mouths.

Both girls were soon groaning and moaning, bodies rubbing against one another, pushing each others' pleasure higher and higher. Dani would push herself back against Saskila's tail as the demon humped her hand. The heat of the jungle coupled with her exertions soon had Dani sweaty but the demon, who seemed untroubled by the heat, quickly took great pleasure in licking the salty beads from the woman's face as her cunt and tits were assaulted by Dani.

Their excitement continue to rise and with their glorious humping both their orgasms hit almost simultaneously, Saskila's pussy clasping around Dani's fingers whilst Dani's cunt spurted green goo everywhere, coating the tail clasped between her legs. Both girls groaned into each others mouths, bodies shaking with joy. Dani continued rubbing herself against Saskila's tail, eking out the last of her orgasm as she tugged away at the demon's diamond hard nipple. Saskila, exhausted, then collapsed forward, lying against the lizard's neck, letting herself rest as Dani slowly stopped her humping.

Dani then looked down and saw that her altered pussy had coated her thighs, most of Saskila's tail and much of the giant lizard's back in slime, much of which was know dribbling down the beasts flank and then onto the road. She was surprised by how much there seemed to be, about a pint had squirted out during the whole fucking. Not wanting it to be entirely wasted she pulled Saskila's thick tail from under herself and began licking the thick cream from it.

After a minute she had licked most of it up and Saskila, whose low groans had indicated she'd rather enjoyed the tongue massage, turned to her and asked "Mothleth's gift tastes nice?".

"No not nice at all, very, very nasty in fact." Dani replied with a sexy giggle.

Saskila said no more but with extreme nimbleness turned around on the lizard so that she faced Dani. She then gently pushed Dani back so that she lay flat against the beasts back and then moved the human's skirt to one side, revealing her green splattered pussy. She then leant forward and her long, thin tongue flicked out over Dani's thighs, tasting her juice.

The lizardwoman then proceeded to try and lick all the thick cream off Dani's legs and then from her insides. But this was clearly impossible for as her tongue brushed against and then buried inside Dani's cunt, the human became once again aroused. Not that Saskila seemed to care as her tongue began thrusting in and out of Dani's hole and her clawed hands pushed their way into her own wet pussy, beginning to thrust in and out just as Dani's had moments before, the soft green flesh now glistening with her own clear juices.

Dani was more than happy to let Saskila lick her out like this and threw her booted legs around the demon's back, enjoying the sensations of the long tongue inside her or the way it wrapped around her clit. As another orgasm began to rise in her body she increased the sensation by grasping her own breasts, squeezing them through the soft fabric of her dress, her stiff nipples now threatening to tear through the fabric as she rubbed and tugged at her tit flesh.

Under Saskila's expert ministrations, it was only a couple of minutes before Dani came again, her pussy inundating the demon's face with slime. So much so that as Saskila threw her head back as her own orgasm hit, the slime literally poured off the demon's beautiful features, a torrent splashing down her face, off her chin and spraying between her cleavage. Dani just watched the demon as she continued to thrust her clawed fingers into herself, sustaining her orgasm, her head thrown back, breasts straining against her chain mail top until finally she fell forward, completely satisfied, her head resting against Dani's boot, her tongue occasionally flicking out to lick the odd splash of Dani's cum from the leather.

Both females just lay together on the giant lizard for some time, enjoying their satisfaction until after some time Saskila rose up and ordered their mount to halt.

"Are we at the fortress already?" Dani asked as she pulled herself up.

"No we are still a few minutes away but I can not take you to my mistress...soiled.".

Dani looked at herself and realised what Saskila meant, much of her lower body was coated in her drying juices and once again her feet were squelching about in her boots though this time they were full of her own cum not some demon's.

"There is a small pool just through the trees, over there" Saskila said as she indicated a thin path into the jungle, "You should go and wash yourself.".

"Okay. Do you want to join me?" Dani asked her hands saucily running around her breasts hoping to tempt the lizardwoman into another fucking but Saskila seemed to ignore her and simply dismounted.

"I would desire little more. But I must decline, I can not delay taking you to my mistress by even a second more.". Saskila replied as she helped Dani down off the lizard, her hand briefly squeezing her arse as she did so.

Somewhat disappointed but excited by the prospect of finally meeting the mighty Salrissa, Dani hurried off down the path. 

After about thirty metres the pathway led into a clearing in the middle of which was a large, luscious pool of the clearest water Dani had ever seen. The pool was fed by waterfall that ran down from a slight rise. The scene was truly idyllic, something you'd imagine in heaven not hell. Dani then noticed that all was not quite as it seemed, the pool was not natural but constructed. Worked black rock created much of the pool's edge as well as the rise the waterfall ran down whilst steps had been made leading down into the pool. It was beginning to seem that unlike the jungle she'd met Mothleth in this was not a 'natural' part of hell at all but constructed, no doubt for the pleasure of mighty Salrissa.

This made the demon even more intriguing to Dani and so she hurriedly pulled off her dress and her boots, once again tipping them to her mouth so that her sexual fluids inside could pour down her throat, as always taking a perverse pleasure in the foul liquid filling her belly. Naked, her large breasts bouncing she slipped into the pool's warm water and quickly washed herself.

After brief soak in the luxurious water she pulled herself out and stood for a while letting the warm air of the jungle dry her and then dressed herself, pleased that whatever magic had dressed her had kept her clothes in perfect condition and her black make-up untouched. She then rejoined the waiting demon and remounted the lizard steed.

As they progressed the fortress in front of them began to dominate the horizon, this close it seemed even bigger than Dani had imagined before, there was little doubt that a large city could fit inside it. As they approached the road continued to get wider and the statues on either side got larger and larger and more and more impressive until several were nearly a hundred feet high. 

Dani also began to see other demons about, at first it was more of the lizardmen and women, all apparently soldiers being well armed and armoured, many of them mounted on lizards as she was. Yet as they continued on others began appearing, some demons were more unique than the lizardmen, all reptilian in some way but obviously more powerful, Salrissa's officials and commanders Dani guessed. Some obviously held great power and were accompanied by large retinues. But not all seemed to be under Salrissa's control, groups of traders, many of them being the red skinned species Dani had seen on the sixth circle and other wanderers were dotted about including a few humans, some of whom looked like traders but many others were obviously slaves in service to some demon or other.

A few structures also began appearing, most were military buildings, barracks, guardhouses and the like but 'civilian' buildings were also dotted about. They appeared to service the military with many taverns, marketplaces and brothels, the latter of which were staffed by some very attractive lizardwomen and a large number of human slave girls.

However all of this was merely a footnote to the huge fortress in front of them. By now huge doorways, several hundred foot high, could be seen at several points along the walls. At times these would open and battalions of soldiers would march out. 

The myriad towers that dotted the surface could also been seen much more clearly and Dani saw that each, as big as a skyscraper, were manned by hundreds of soldiers with huge wooden war machines sitting at strategic points. Whilst amongst the towers the creatures Dani had spied miles away were revealed to be huge pterodactyl like creatures, each as big as an airliner, and many of them clearly mounted by yet more soldiers.

Dani was overawed by the sight and only after sometime did she manage to say "It's amazing! The fortress is so big!".

Saskila, a smile of pride on her face, said "Indeed it is. I have seen it almost everyday since I began to serve my mistress and even after three millennia I am still impressed.".

"Do all the demon leaders live like this?" Dani asked, thinking she may have missed something about hell in her other visits.

"No!" Saskila laughingly answered, "Not at all. This is the ninth circle of hell, the most powerful place in the universe. Only the greatest rule here!".

"Does Salrissa rule the whole place then? Here? All of hell?".

"No" Saskila answered, obvious hate in her voice "Since the death of Satan, hell has been split by conflict. My great mistress has been denied her true place as ruler of all. Even here on the ninth circle two other pathetic demon princes rule. Minor compared to Salrissa but between them able to split our armies and hold what land they have.".

"Then you are at war?" Dani asked, somewhat surprised by this revelation, she'd expected slavery, torture and general nastiness, it was hell after all but not actual war.

"Much of hell is at war Dani. But yes it is probably worse here. Every day on the borders of our land millions of soldiers loyal to Salrissa fight and die in her name. And they will continue to do so until the she sits on her rightful place on the throne of hell." Saskila concluded.

Dani unsure of what to say to this simply sat back, more than a little dazed that someone of controlled such power would take an interest in her.

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After another half hour of travelling the giant lizard finally reached the walls of the fortress. Dani and Saskila alone amongst the huge groups of travellers and soldiers entered through a smaller door not one of the gigantic gateways. The small door was heavily guarded by groups of lizardwomen, all dressed in various outfits made of black chain mail and leather - a lot like Saskila was.

"We are entering the Temple of the Assassins. It is my domain and the lizardwomen here all serve me. It is the safest route to my mistress." Saskila explained.

"Safest? You mean even in this fortress it is not safe?" a surprised Dani asked.

"Indeed. But it is not rival armies I fear here but other servants of Salrissa."

"What?" Dani demanded.

"Hell is a lot like earth Dani. Around those with power many untrustworthy sorts gather. As Salrissa has very great power there are very many around her who cannot be trusted. They further their own goals and gather their own power. A new...shall we say, 'interest' of my mistress such as yourself, will not please most of them. This is why I was sent to collect you. We Assassins are her most trusted servants.". Saskila explained as the lizard mount entered through the door into a large dark chamber, more Assassin guards on all sides.

"Why's that?" Dani asked as an Assassin, young and very beautiful with short black hair and yellow-green scales, helped her dismount from the lizard as Saskila also slid off the beast. 

"We are all of her tribe. Her sisters if you will.".

"Salrissa is a lizardwoman? Like you?" Dani said surprised and a little disappointed, she'd rather hoped the great Salrissa would be a little more unique, like the officials she'd seen around the fortress.

"No. Not any more. Once, millions of years ago she was before her true power came to her, and since then we have served her as our goddess. Even after every other tribe had given their allegiance to her we have remained special. We are her bodyguards, the only ones she allows with her at all times, we alone are allowed into her inner chambers and we alone are sent on missions to slay her most hated enemies.".

"This must make you very powerful then? You lead the assassins, right?" Dani said.




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"Yes I do and in a way we are powerful but not in the way you think. The statues you see along the road are never made of us, they are Salrissa's knights, her most powerful warriors, mages and generals, those are the ones with magical the power you imagine. To ensure we are not corrupted by such power none is ever given to us and we never require any. We simply live to serve. Now we have talked enough, Salrissa awaits you." And with that Saskila turned an walked down the long hallway.

Dani, more than a little confused by all this, stood for a second before realising Saskila was vanishing in the darkness as she walked off and hurried after her on her way to meet the snake queen Salrissa.

To Be Concluded...



The Gates Pt. 04



Chapter Six – The Inner Sanctum

Dani hurried behind Saskila as the lizardwoman strode down the long hallway, the room was huge. It was at least a couple of hundred metres long and the ceiling, which was held up by two long rows of giant black pillars, rose at least half that distance in the air. The whole area was lit by tall braziers which burned with a dark yellow light and let off a pleasant tree-like smell. 

Aside from the group of Assassin guards at the entranceway the hallway was almost entirely empty and Dani and Saskila soon reached the end where two massive wooden doors barred the way.

"We are only in the outer defences of the fortress. These doors defend the inner areas, we must wait for the guards on the other side to confirm our identities and then they will let us in." Saskila explained.

"Do we knock or something?" Dani asked.

"No, the mages inside would have sensed our presence long before we reached here, they are simply scanning our minds now to insure we are who we seem to be."

Dani waited a few more seconds, somewhat uncomfortable at the thought of some demon reading her mind but finally the doors smoothly swung open. They revealed yet another hallway but this time much smaller in length and height and much busier. Besides a half dozen assassin guards, again all lizardwomen and dressed in their signature black chain mail and leather, who had opened the gateway for Dani and Saskila many other demons were criss-crossing the hallway and using the many doorways that led of from it. Most seemed to be lizardwomen assassins like the guards but rather than wearing armour and brandishing weapons most were dressed in more casual leather outfits and only carried small knives or swords rather than the more vicious weapons the guards carried. Much of the rest of the crowd was made up of humans, male and female, and obviously all slaves each with a thick leather collar around their neck and several with chains dangling from them. 

The remainder of the crowd was composed of other creatures that also looked liked slaves. However these were clearly not. The top half of their bodies looked like that of an attractive, young man or woman but from just below the waist instead of legs there was a long snake like tail which they used to slither along with. As with the human slaves each had a leather collar and whilst their bottom snake half was naked their human body was usually covered by a small leather garment though several of the female snake people were topless and Dani couldn't help but stare at their pendulous breasts bobbing as their slithered forward.

"Where are we now?" Dani asked as she looked around.

"The main courtyard of our temple. All our barracks, administration rooms, slave quarters, armouries and the path to Salrissa's inner sanctum, lie off here. It is the hub of my power and all that you see is under my control." Saskila explained.

"I'm a little impressed!" Dani gasped.

"Come we have dallied long enough." Saskila ordered as she again strode off down the corridor.

As they passed many of the Assassins and all the slaves greeted Saskila with a brief 'Mistress' or 'Milady' and all got out of her way, Dani rather imperiously followed in her wake. They soon reached another large wooden doorway at the far end of the hall though this time Saskila simply pushed the door open and strode through.

Dani followed but then stopped suddenly simply whispering "Oh my god!".

The room they had entered was circular and massive, several hundred metres across and at least double that high, and in the centre stood a giant statue nearly as tall as the room, made of deepest black marble. Dani knew immediately that it must be of Salrissa, she looked much as she had done on the gate back in the library, a beautiful human but twisted and mixed with reptilian qualities to appear slightly snakelike, with sharp fangs, a forked tongue and scales dotting her body. The statue was posed in obvious triumph, dressed in plate mail crop top and scale mail skirt with spiked armoured plates on her knees, elbows and shoulders and a huge, curved sword raised in her hand she looked truly fearsome whilst in her other hand was the severed head of some fallen enemy.

"Come we must hurry." Saskila said and grabbed Dani's hand to drag her across the huge room all the while Dani's eyes not leaving the amazing statue for one moment.

Several large doors made of a dark metal led from the room and each was guarded by at least four armed Assassins. Dani and Saskila made for one on the opposite side of the chamber and with a simple nod from the guards the pair went through the doorway to stand in another, much smaller and more human scale hallway which had a single door at the far end.

"The doorway leads to my mistresses chamber. You must go alone." Saskila said.

Slowly and somewhat nervously Dani crept down the corridor, her hands brushing her dress straight, barely noticing the tapestries and small busts on either side all showing yet more of Salrissa's bloody triumphs.

She reached the door and unsure what to do gently knocked. The door swung open before her. Slowly she stepped into the room, it's shadowy corners hidden from Dani. After a couple of steps Dani felt the door slam shut behind her and she stopped, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dull light of the room, the only illumination coming from a few black candles dotted around. 

Gradually the chamber was revealed to Dani, it appeared to be a huge and very luxurious bedroom, dominated in the centre by a huge four poster bed draped in black and purple silk sheets and soft pillows. Around the bed the room was covered in furniture and ornaments, large silk pillows sat one corner and a great black wooden desk carved in the shape of a beautiful naked woman resting on all fours, her back acting as the surface sat in another. There were also several large rugs, each the hide of a giant lizard covering the stone floor and every inch of wall had a bookshelf or other item against it. 

However no one was in the room, the only living creatures were a pair of wolf sized lizards, obviously pets with large metal collars, asleep and chained to one wall. The demon animals looked vicious, as large as the biggest dog or wolf with huge mouths full of rows of giant fangs. Dani, as she began creeping around the room, was doubly careful not to disturb them, unsure of how they would react to her presence.

Dani was about to leave when suddenly as if from the very shadows themselves a woman appeared, the most beautiful creature Dani had ever seen.

"Greetings Dani, I have been waiting for you." Salrissa, for it obviously the demon goddess herself, said. She appeared just as she had in her statue, snakelike with a bald head, two knife-like fangs and a forked tongue that flicked out as she spoke. Her skin was dark green and made of soft, almost invisible scales with diamond black markings on her arms, running down her sides and on her thighs. She wore a simple white gauze loincloth which was virtually transparent and nothing else, her stunningly large and pert bare breasts topped with hard dark green nipples gently bobbing as she strode across the room.

Dani was in total awe and, as the goddess halted in front of her, she dropped to her knees, head bowed. Feeling she might not showing her dedication enough she then wrapped her arms and legs around Salrissa's right leg and like a horny dog she began humping it, her wet groin pressing against Salrissa's long leg, her mouth kissing her soft thigh. Dani felt completely overcome with lust and willingness to submit totally to Salrissa as she humped herself against the demon goddesses leg.

Salrissa laughed in her soft, hissing voice "You are just as Mothleth said, remarkable and dominated by such lust!".

Dani fearing she had caused upset immediately, though somewhat reluctantly, pulled herself away from the demon with her green juices now fiercely bubbling out of her, her dress sticking to the dampness now coating her groin.

"Mistress I am sorry. Please forgive me!" Dani begged, her head still bent low, not daring to look Salrissa in the face.

"You are forgiven Dani and stop this pathetic behaviour. I want my servants to be strong and wilful and I know you are both. So do not kneel before me. Stand!"

Dani did as she was ordered and rose to her feet and looked Salrissa in the eyes, her very soul becoming lost in their deep, black beauty.

"Excellent." Salrissa said as she slowly began walking around Dani, her eyes running up and down her body, "You are just as beautiful as Mothleth claimed, the fool has done well. Yes I am very pleased with you, I always find it much more satisfying when I can properly enjoy my servants." Salrissa as her hands began rubbing Dani's ripe buttocks, the demon's talons gently digging into the soft flesh through Dani's dress.

"I serve you?" Dani asked between hot, sharp pants.

"Yes you do. And I have a very important task for you." Salrissa said as she gently tore off Dani's dress, her talons cutting the smooth fabric with ease so that Dani stood naked except for her collar and boots. "But business can wait for a while, for you are surprisingly distracting."

Salrissa then wrapped her arms around Dani and pulled her to her body, Dani felt her bare arse press against the demon's naked pussy and thighs and guessed that Salrissa's loincloth lay abandoned with the remains of her dress. Salrissa's spicy scent filled Dani's nose and as her hands reached back for the demon's, their fingers entwining, she turned and kissed her dark green lips. Forked tongue was soon filling her mouth, it's roughness slipping down her throat.

After a few moments of intense pleasure Dani broke the embrace and squirmed around in Salrissa's arms so that she faced her and with out a moments pause dove down to her large tits, one green nipple slipping between Dani's lips. She felt the sensitive flesh go rock hard as her lips caressed it and then she gently bit down, her teeth digging into the green nipple. Salrissa yelped in pleasure and ran her hands down Dani's back to grasp her pert arse. Salrissa's claws breaking Dani's soft flesh as she did so. Dani moaned in bliss at the mix of pleasure and pain. She then flicked to the demon's other nipple and began chewing on that as two talons began to slip into her anus.

Dani just continued to lick and suck all around Salrissa's green breasts whilst the demon queen, who was now panting and pressing her bare pussy against Dani's cropped pubes, slowly thrust her fingers in and out of the girl's anus, each push causing Dani's rectum to shudder in pleasure. Dani then reached around with her own hands and grasped the demon's own arse, squeezing the firm flesh before copying the demon and thrusting two fingers into her anus. They both soon synchronised their movements fingers thrusting in and out in unison, increasingly desperate groans filling the room and sweat beginning to speckle their wondrous bodies. 

The pair also continued to press and rub pussy together as best they could. Dani's now flooded with her slimy juices was coating both their bellies and thighs in her thick green honey. Salrissa's fingers continued to pump in and out of Dani as her own did the same to Salrissa. Salrissa moans were now loudly filling the room as Dani's moans being barely audible with the mounds of tit flesh in her mouth. 

Dani knew she was close to cumming and wanted the pleasure to last longer but the demon queen's ministrations were just too much for her and she suddenly burst into orgasm, her body exploding in bliss as she took a hard bite on the green nipple in her mouth and was rewarded by the coppery taste of demon blood.

Dani, unable to stand, her body to shaking with her climax fell back on the bed, two of her own fingers slipping into her anus and three more into her cunt, rubbing the last heights of delight from herself.

Salrissa smiled at her new servant, pleased with her and then absently bent down and sucked her own nipple into her mouth, licking up the drops of black blood. Then she took two small steps and dropped onto the bed herself. Dani reached up and pulled the demon's body to her own, their tits crushing together, legs entwined, deeply kissing each other. Salrissa's fork tongue happily licking down into Dani's throat.

Salrissa quickly pulled herself from Dani with a long, deep moan, her own orgasm fast approaching, and spun around 180 degrees so that she was atop Dani in the sixty nine position, her wet cunt sitting on Dani's face and pushing her head down so that her lips and tongue squelched into the thick, green slime that coated Dani's pussy.

Dani squealed with the invasion before thrusting her own tongue up and into the wetness before her. She then began flicking it about, rubbing hard against Salrissa's soft walls all whilst the demon queen's forked tongue jerked around inside her, causing yet more slime to spurt out and cover Salrissa's face. Salrissa then between licking Dani out began biting down her on clit, firmly chewing the ultra sensitive nub, it hurt in the most delightful way and Dani soon replied by biting down on Salrissa's own clit.

Soon both women were groaning more than licking or biting as their bodies approached breaking point. Salrissa humped her herself down onto Dani who tried desperately to open herself wider and deeper to Salrissa's tongue. Then without warning the demon goddess came, tossing her head back and jerking her cunt even harder down against Dani's face as her honey splashed all over her. Her head still back, moaning and groaning in climax Salrissa stuffed three fingers into Dani's abandoned pussy, green slime squirting out as she did so. This was enough for Dani who came again, her cunt tightening around Salrissa's fingers. Both girls screamed and moaned and bucked for nearly a minute, fingers and tongues pushing their orgasms further and further before finally resting in each others embrace.

*********

Salrissa in the final glows of orgasm fell into a light slumber, her face still coated in Dani's juices and after a few minutes Dani slid from her arms and off the bed. Whilst Salrissa had been an exquisite lover, the best Dani had ever had, Dani had to admit she wasn't quite fully satisfied, a raging desire still burned between her legs. Though these days she was beginning to wonder if that was not just her natural state.

She took a couple of steps back from the bed, wondering if it would be rude to quietly frig herself off at the end of the bed when suddenly she tumbled backwards, tripped by one of the many pillows, thrown to the floor in their fits of passion.

She landed hard against the wall and was momentarily dazed but as she came to her senses she realised she had landed right between the two sleeping pet Basilisks. Her fall had rudely awakened both and their were now fiercely staring at her, clearly not amused by being awoken. 

The demon animals prepared to pounce and Dani thought she was about to be ripped apart but in fact they just gently bounded forward and laid themselves against her naked body. Dani breathed a sigh of relief, she was drenched in Salrissa's scent and obviously the animals had recognised her as a friend rather than a threat to be killed.

And perhaps a little more than a friend Dani thought as she noticed the Basilisks' cocks which were sat pressed against her thighs growing hard. Then their long, thin lizard tongues slobbered out of their mouths and started dripping thick mucous over both her breasts. It was warm and delightfully slimy.

Dani knew she should at least try and stop herself but really she didn't care anymore. Fucking yet another demon animal would hardly make her more of a slut, so she gently patted each on their scaled heads before immediately turning herself round and onto all fours, her legs spread apart and her arse thrust into the air.

Salrissa had obviously got the creatures trained well and whilst one merrily plodded around to her rear, the other came to stand in front of her before rearing up and placing it's front legs on her back so that it's large, green, scaly cock sat dangling in her face. Dani crudely smiled before she let the dick slide into her mouth. Moments after which the second Basilisk reared up and placed it's front claws just above her arse and then drove it's hard cock into her slimy pussy.

She almost chocked on the cock in her mouth so forceful was the Basilisk's entry but she quickly became used to the feeling and the demon soon began thrusting itself in and out of her, growling deeply as it did. Obscene spurts of green slime burst from her cunt with each hilting. As this continued Dani began to deep throat the cock in her mouth, it's ten inch length sliding down her throat before gently sliding out again coated in a tick sheen of saliva. Dani, her breasts swaying beneath in with each thrust of the Basilisk, was in heaven, she felt completely used and abused, the Basilisks treating her like the dirty bitch she was.

Then suddenly the cock in her mouth and the one in her cunt violently jerked, both Basilisks let out a long howl and thick, hot demon cum began spraying down her throat and into her womb. Dani, who greedily let them squirt their full loads into her, was deeply disappointed. She'd been getting close to cumming but had not expected the Basilisks to finish so soon. The demon's reared off her and began padding around the room, she was about to pull herself to her feet in a haze of disappointment when she realised the Basilisks were simply swapping ends and within moments she felt two pairs of clawed feet on her back and a long, hard cock was again dangling in front of her, with a giggle of glee she devoured the new dick, it easily slipping down her throat so coated in her own juices was it. The second Basilisk then thrust itself into her and Dani was soon humping back against it as she chewed on the first one's cock.

A short few minutes later both Basilisk's came again, Dani's body filling with demon seed from both ends. Again she had not cum but this time she was less concerned as the Basilisk's quickly swapped over and resumed their fucking, 

This was repeated a third, forth and then fifth time, each time they spilled jism deep into Dani so that her belly began to feel full of cum and her own pussy slime was going light green it having been mixed with so much white cum.

On the sixth time, the third time she'd had each Basilisk in that position, she knew it had to end. Her own orgasm was very close and she was becoming exhausted, sweat drenched her body and she was barely able to hold herself up. As they ejaculated in her for the sixth time she did indeed cum. A mighty climax shaking her very core with joy, she let the cock drop from her mouth and threw her head back, screaming in ecstasy. The Basilisk in her pussy willingly finished filling her but the one to her front had to be satisfied with shooting all over her thrashing head and sweat drenched breasts.

Dani collapsed, face first on the ground, her breath coming in short pants and moans.

"Quite an entertaining show." Dani heard, she looked around and saw Salrissa sitting on the bed, her legs spread apart and one long talon gently rubbing up and down her wet slit.

"I wish I could stay and watch some more but I have affairs of state to deal with. We must still talk so when you've finished with my pets come and see me." Salrissa said as she rose from the bed and slipped on a gauzy white dress.

"I've finished now." Dani gasped as she vainly tried to push herself up, "I'm exhausted".

"Oh dear," Salrissa replied as she pulled on a pair of black leather boots, "I don't thick my pets are finished and when someone gets them excited like that I simply must insist that there calm them down again. If not they are simple impossible to deal with."




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"No!" Dani groaned as she felt one of the Basilisks trot around to her rear.

"I'm afraid yes little one. Do try to enjoy yourself." Salrissa said before walking out of the room.

"Arrggghh!" Dani screamed as a Basilisk thrust itself into her again and the other approached her head, it's cock pressing against her face. Dani knew she should take Salrissa's advice but for once she was actually satisfied and totally worn out with it, it seemed that three nights of fucking with little sleep was beginning to take it's toll. So she simply opened her mouth and let the Basilisk push it's way in, as she was sure she was unable to either escape.

For the next six hours Dani was a fuck toy for the two Basilisks. Her pussy, mouth and arse were fucked countless times, the demons not once seeming to lose stamina or interest. They just continued screwing her, cumming both inside her and increasingly letting their jism fly all over her. Despite her exhaustion Dani was soon happily bucking away again, letting the beast's use her body however they wanted, orgasm after orgasm hitting her.

Eventually the demons grew satisfied and trotted off into the opposite corner of the bed chamber. Dani, her body racked with pleasure and coated in cum, passed out, physically and mentally overloaded. 

Chapter Seven – The Hunt

Dani awoke a some hours later. She'd been moved from Salrissa's chamber to a smaller but no less luxury room and she lay naked on a large, lavish bed under silk sheets. She'd been cleaned and felt refreshed and healthy. She got out of the bed and feasted on a large and quite delicious meal that had been left for her.

She then noticed that her dress and boots had been left on one side, intact and clean. She quickly dressed and then exited the room.

Outside a beautiful lizardwoman, clearly one of Saskila's troops, stood guard. The woman explained that she had been assigned as Dani's bodyguard and that Salrissa had wanted to see her as soon as she had awoken.

Dani let the lizardwoman lead the way down a series of long and windy corridors, each full of a huge variety of Salrissa's busy servants though Dani barely noticed, as her gaze was transfixed on the wondrously pert and rounded arse of the lizardwoman that was bouncing around in front of her, it's delightful green curves scarcely covered by the leather thong she wore.

After a few minutes Dani was led into a large room dominated by a huge table and dotted with bookshelves and cabinets around the outside. It was clearly some sort of war room for upon the table and clearly created by some form of magic was a fully animated and three dimensional map of some battlefield with legions of miniature troops battling away on it. 

Around the table obviously in a heated discussion about strategy stood Salrissa herself, as usual looking radiant in a tiny leather dress and boots, Saskila who as Dani entered turned and winked at her, a giant brown skinned amphibian like demon and an incredibly attractive dark haired human looking woman who was dressed in voluminous black robes.

The lizardwoman guard motioned to Dani to wait to one side and then walked out of the room. As Dani waited the four demons continued their debate, from what Dani could gather it centred on whether an all out assault on one of Salrissa's rivals was wise. The amphibian seemed decidedly for the attack but Saskila and the other woman were both against it, Salrissa's just stood and quietly listened to her generals argue.

Eventually the demon queen seemed to noticed Dani and promptly ordered the others out of the room,

"Welcome Dani. I am glad you could finally join me. I hope you enjoyed my pets?".

"Yes I did mistress." Dani answered once again feeling incredibly small in the presence of the goddess.

"Good. I like you Dani, you amuse me and I believe you can serve me well." Salrissa hissed. "Now let us move on to more important business. I didn't allow you here simply for last night's entertainment, you are much more important than that. For as you are obviously aware your house guards a portal that leads into my domain and if this was ever to fall into the hands of my enemies it could be devastating for me. For this reason I require you to guard the earth end of the portal and in return I promise that when the time is right you will become one of my most powerful and most favoured servants. Will you do this for me Dani?"

Dani stood for a moment, stunned, she was completely unsure of how she could defend against the powers of hell but the thought of serving Salrissa sent a physical shiver of excitement through her body and so she firmly said "Of course Mistress. I will serve you however you desire.".

"Excellent, I am glad but unfortunately your services must be called upon immediately for as we speak a demon threatens the gate."

"Oh my god! Really?" Dani gasped shocked that some demon maybe be near her home or god forbid her daughter.

"I am afraid so. He is but a minor demon, a damned, but I have reason to believe that a Ji'roth is searching for a way to gain control of the gates and that he almost certainly has help from some humans." Salrissa explained. "You must return home and hunt the creature down, slaying it and any servants it as." as she said this a long, blood red dagger magically appeared in Salrissa's hands and she then handed it to Dani, "Take this weapon, it will be easily powerful enough to destroy the creature in one blow for I have blessed it with my own power."

Dani took the dagger and she felt the heat of it's magic strength embolden her. She turned to Salrissa, bowed slightly and said "Of course mistress.".

"Good but first you should know more about what you face.." The demon goddess began.

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Dani, the magic word still echoing in her mind stepped back into the library, the obsidian dagger clutched to her chest. She felt tense and very nervous, the task Salrissa had set her had seemed so simple back in the safety of the demon goddesses fortress but now, alone in the dark house she wasn't so sure, doubt filled her mind.

She had no idea where the demon was but she knew she had to find it quickly for Salrissa had warned that the power of the dagger would surely attract the beast. Dani had not liked the sound of that but Salrissa had said was essential for Dani would never find the creature otherwise, it would simply hide away from her using it's magic. So she had to find it quickly, drawn as it would be by the dagger before it could get an idea of what was going on and plan to ensnare her. Once found Dani would just have to strike the demon once with the dagger and it's power would destroy it. Simple yet full of danger.

Dani crept out of the library, looking both ways down the corridor before quietly slipping through the door. She then moved stealthily and crept towards Carrie's room, desperate to check her daughter was okay before beginning her hunt in earnest. Every doorway or passageway she passed she would gingerly look around checking it was safe, her own house now being full of danger and threats.

She reached Carrie's room and went through the door. She was met by a sight she had dreaded since the moment she had learned of the demon. Carrie lay on her bed naked and on top of her, it's tentacles fiercely fucking her was the Ji'roth she'd been ordered to kill.

Dani was about to charge in and stab the creature, saving her daughter and hoping that she had not been driven mad by her rape when she stopped herself.

In their violent coupling neither Carrie nor the demon had noticed Dani and as the shocked mother watched she realised her daughter was not being raped but willingly fucking the monster and loving every second of it. Her beautiful blonde daughter had her legs wrapped around the beast and was moaning in deep pleasure.

"Urrgghhhh! Fuck me!" Carrie screamed as tentacles wrapped around her full breasts.

Despite herself Dani was transfixed, fascinated by the demon and Carrie's slime coated teen body. Slowly as she watched she realised that her own daughter must be the human accomplice that Salrissa had warned her about. Dani was stunned with shock, fear and indecision. She wanted nothing more than to please Salrissa but that would mean killing her own daughter. A girl who it now appeared was not the innocent she'd thought but a slut, wickeder and more twisted than even herself. A thought, which despite every good hearted instinct she had left screaming at her to stop, actually turned her on. Images of her and her beautiful, teenage daughter eating each other out filled her mind.

As Dani stood frozen with indecision and shock the rutting couple noticed her. With supernatural speed D'rak leapt of Carrie and flung itself into Dani. Dani was sent flying back into a wall and the demon then grabbed her with it's tentacles, holding her firmly in place, forcing her to drop the dagger.

"Look what I have caught my little slut. It is the ravishingly sexy mother of yours." The demon said it's slimy tongue slipping out and sliding across Dani's face leaving a trial of slime across her pretty features.

"Indeed it is." Carrie said as she got off the bed, her sexy body dripping in demon slime, "I imagine this is quite a surprise, isn't it mother?".

Dani didn't answer as she struggled against the Ji'roth's tentacles, desperate to free herself and retrieve the dagger, knowing it was the only protection against this beast.

"Perhaps it isn't." D'rak said as a tentacle indicated the fallen dagger, "She dropped that dagger and unless I am very mistaken it carries the markings of the bitch queen Salrissa. It would appear your mother was somewhat more successful in finding the gates than you."

"Maybe she was. Let's find out. Strip her!" Carrie ordered.

Dani screamed and tried to fight her way free but the demon was far too strong and within seconds all her clothes had been torn off and it's tentacles were wrapping around her body, groping her breasts, squeezing her arse and coating her in a thick green slime. 

Much to Dani's surprise Carrie then ordered the demon to free her and she was about to run when Carrie whispered several ancient words and Dani was flung back against the wall, held even tighter by an invisible magic force. Dani stared wide eyed at the power of her daughter even as she tried struggle out of the magic grasp.

Carrie then walked up to her and pressed her slimy, naked body against Dani's. Mother and daughter's beautiful forms crushed against each other. Carrie's flowery teenage scent filled Dani's nose, her large, slimy breasts, nipples fiercely erect pressed against her own, her soft hands ran over her body and as she leant in and slowly licked Dani's cheek her fine blond hair fell against her shoulder. It was all too much for Dani and despite her mind screaming at her own depravity, her twisted side won and she loudly moaned.

"Oh mum! That is not a reaction I'd expected! Though how totally sexy to have a mother just as dirty as I am. I bet we could have some fun together?" Carrie whispered into her ear as her hand gently cupped Dani's breast and then deeply kissed her. Dani happily responded and sucked her daughter's tongue into her mouth, savouring her sweet, fruity taste.

Dani then broke the kiss and replied "Yes we could but I'm afraid I won't conspire with some twisted demon to destroy earth!"

Carrie, as she kissed down her mother's neck towards her breasts, said "Don't be so mean mum, I mean I didn't expect you to totally approve of my boyfriend but you don't have to be so rude in front of him. And anyway, if you don't conspire with filthy demons how did you ever get that knife?"

"I was given it by the snake goddess Salrissa, my mistress. And she has ordered me to kill that beast....Arrghhh!" Dani was interrupted by her own scream as Carrie sucked her nipple into her mouth, "...urrghh....and...and you Carrie.....but if you free me...urghhh...help me kill it then I'm sure Salrissa will forgive you. Please Carrie....we can serve her together, I can show you the wonders of hell I have discovered.......Arrghhh!!!" Dani finished as her daughter slipped two fingers into her pussy.

"I can see that you have found some of the more unusual wonders in hell." Carrie said as she pulled her fingers out of Dani and inspected the thick green slime now covering them, "And such a dirty little change too mum." Carrie answered as she thrust her fingers back into her mother's cunt.

Dani screamed in pleasure as Carrie thrust her entire fist into her mother's slimy interior. Carrie a little surprised that her mother was not writhing in pain then shoved her other fist into her mother's anus. In response Dani just tossed her head back and yelped in pleasure, happy to enjoy what Carrie provided.

"Damn mother! You are quite the slut. I never knew" Carrie said as she pulled her fists out and began licking her mothers slime from her hand, "You may enjoy what I can do to you but I promise D'rak is going to do things to you that even you could possibly not enjoy!".

Dani, not convinced that that would be the case so said "Bring him on. I'll show your boyfriend some real fun!".

"She's all yours D'rak. Do whatever you wish to her. I'll be in the corner, watching and masturbating. When you are done we can decide what to do about this new development." Carrie said as she released the magic holding Dani.

The Ji'roth began sliding towards the prone Dani, chuckling to itself, tentacles reaching out to secure her.

Suddenly Dani noticed the forgotten dagger, laying just inches from her hand. She stopped herself from grabbing it immediately and waited. The seconds as the demon slid towards seemed to stretched into hours but with Dani waited until the last moment as the first tentacles began to slip around her and then she grabbed it, her fist satisfyingly clasping around the hilt. In one swift move she stabbed the blade hard into the bulbous head of the demon, it easily sliding into it's jelly like body.

The demon reared back, bellowing in pain and Dani leapt to her feet and back away from the creature as it's body began spasming. It continued to scream and writhe about as it's soft body started pulsating and rippling until finally it's entire form exploded in a blast of energy, splattering the room, Dani and Carrie in slimy body parts.

Dani breathing hard, her naked body coated in sweat, her own slime, the Ji'roth's slime and much of it's internal organs, stood in the middle of the room still clutching the dagger and pleased with her success. She then looked around, towards Carrie who looked utterly shocked.

"Your little pet is dead Carrie. Whatever you had planned will not now happen. You can try to run but I or another of Salrissa's servants will find you. Or you can come here and kiss you mother."

Carrie took a moment to think then stepped forward embracing her mother. Mother and daughter's lips crushed together, slimy bodies rubbing against each other.

"I'm sorry mum. I just wanted the power." Carrie explained as she slipped two fingers into mother's anus.

"I understand but Salrissa can give us that power not some foul Ji'roth". Dani replied before leaning down and sucking on Carrie's hard pink nipple.

"Yeah...yeah...okay....." Carrie gasped, her fingers urgently flicking about in Dani's arse, "...just fuck me mum....please.".

Dani always keen to keep her only daughter happy lowered her to the ground and scissored their bodies together so their slimy pussies were grinding against each other.

"Don't worry darling it's Saturday tomorrow we can spend the whole weekend fucking and then after that I've got some friends in hell I'd like you to meet...".

Epilogue

Dani had indeed spent much of the next 48 hours screwing her daughter. They'd fucked for a couple of hours still covered in the Ji'roth's slime before finally taking a shower together where she fisted Carrie for the first time. They'd then gone to her bedroom and fucked for hour upon hour.

Eventually however Dani travelled back to the ninth circle and explained to an emissary of Salrissa that the Ji'roth was dead and her daughter freed from it's influence. The emissary seemed happy enough with this so sure that Carrie was now safe she'd decided it was now time to take her on her next trip to hell. A trip she figured would happen very soon indeed.

The End?



The Gateway to Sin



Warning: The following story contains graphic sex, graphic violence, graphic misuse of convenience store inventory, profanity, unlicensed pets, unnecessary roughness, unnecessarily loud moans of feigned sexual ecstasy, multiple homicide, poor hairstyle choices, obstruction of justice and conspiracy thereof, conspiracy to file a false police report, home invasion, sexual relations under false pretenses, illegal possession of firearms, unregistered firearms, discharge of said firearms within city limits, sweater vests, prostitution, hypocrisy, helicopter parenting, invasion of privacy, pornography, bearers of false witness, bribery, grand theft auto, infidelity, uninsured motorists, police corruption, public indecency, tax evasion, destruction of private property, unsafe transport of pets and a Raiders fan.

All characters are over the age of 18. Except the cat.

As much as Travis wanted to answer her naughty, beckoning gesture, he couldn't decide whether or not her smile touched her eyes. Temptation exuded from every aspect of her: the dark hair cascading down her bared shoulders, the tip of her tongue touching her full, red lips, the way one arm held the fabric of her bra to her chest while the other reached out for him... at least, he thought her bra was still partly on. The black plastic board in the magazine rack covered up the rest.

It wasn't such a big deal to buy it. He was old enough to do it legally. Hell, he was very nearly old enough to drink legally. He'd tried that at parties, though, and found he didn't really care for the buzz. Or the vomiting. Or waking up on his friend's couch with any number of profane things drawn on his face in black Sharpee. Or explaining himself to his parents. No, drinking definitely wasn't his thing.

Sex was another matter. He hadn't tried that. He wanted to, not that he had a partner, but even so there was so much stopping him: fear of rejection, fear of humiliating himself in his own ignorance, fear of shaming his parents... fear of God. Travis didn't believe the way his parents did. There were things that they preached he simply couldn't accept. But there was always the lingering worry that on some levels—not the homophobia, or the way they talked about other religions, but still—Travis worried that on some levels, his parents might be right.

Temptation stared at him through clear plastic wrap from the other side of the store countertop. There were other eyes there, too, on other girls lurking under even more tawdry magazine titles. The girl under the Surrender to Lust banner held his attention, though, right until the guy behind the counter spoke.

"Good evening. Can I help you, sir?" he asked. Travis blinked and stepped back, feeling his breath catch in his throat as he looked at the clerk. Dark-toned skin. An accent. A light beard. A strong nose. Dark hair, dark eyes. A curious expression. Something about him spoke of a kind disposition, a hard life and a terribly boring job. His nametag said "Ali."

"Um. No," Travis answered when his naturally deep voice finally worked again. "No, sorry, I'm just thinking."

"Then can I help the lady behind you?" asked Ali.

Again, Travis blinked. He looked over his shoulder and down at the older Asian woman holding an armful of simple convenience store stock. He was a tall guy, and immediately felt like he was looming over her there in his black sweats and hoodie. "Oh, gosh, I'm sorry," he mumbled. Travis backed away, careful not to bump her with his gym bag. His wet sneakers squeaked awkwardly on the tile as he moved away into the candy aisle, where he perused colorful packages of chocolate and snacks as if he were interested in any of it.

His old flip-phone told him it was fifteen after ten. By now, his mother had likely taken one of her sleeping pills. Dad would still be up. Travis would come home, finding Dad still in his slacks and sweater vest, working on the church booster club's financial statements or maybe organizing the next prayer group newsletter. Or scouring the home PC for signs of pornography or songs with profane lyrics.

"Hi, Travis. How was karate class?" he would ask when Travis came in, with that slightly disdainful tone that he had ever since Travis gave up boxing in favor of kung fu, not that Dad could be bothered with the difference. Lord, the way Travis had to fight for the right to spend his own damn money however he wanted. It seemed to be the price he paid for living at home while going to school on Dad's dime.

"Fine, Dad," he would say.

"What kept you so late?" Dad would ask. Travis would have to decide whether or not to be honest and say he was out buying dirty magazines, or instead say something about sticking around to clean the dojo or the bus being late or any number of lies that would stain his soul forever on top of the magazine of dirty pictures that would be in his gym bag.

Such a simple thing: just a magazine in his bag. But all Travis could think of was all the horrible ways it could be exposed. That, and all the horrible things that could happen to him once he started on this downhill slide of lust. Would he wind up addicted to it? Would he turn into a complete pig? Would God strike him down with misfortune as punishment for his sins?

It was stupid. So stupid. He knew these things he'd been taught all his life couldn't possibly be the way the world really worked. People looked at porn all the time. They did much more sinful things and led happy, healthy lives. Travis knew that. His friends at school all knew that, and in fact did it all the time. But they didn't grow up in the home of Richard and Peggy Hennessy, and hadn't been reminded from birth that God was always watching.

At that moment, God watched Travis stall. The lady paid for her odds and ends and shuffled out into the rain, leaving Travis in the convenience store with no one but Ali... and God, of course, but he never actually had anything to say.

Stupid, Travis told himself. This is so stupid. I'm not gonna go to Hell because I want to look at naked women. I'm not gonna go to hell for jerking off. It's not going to destroy my life. It's just porn.

He took a deep breath and pulled out his wallet. The ten dollar bill inside couldn't be traced by his father, who wouldn't see it on Travis's bank statements that he constantly read without Travis's permission.

His face set in determination, Travis returned to the counter. Ali's back was turned as he rustled through a cabinet. "Um, excuse me?" Travis asked. Ali didn't answer. Travis realized he was speaking barely over a mumble. He inhaled again. "Excuse me?"

"Yes?" Ali replied, turning around.

"I'll have, um..." Travis blinked. He gestured to the magazine rack behind the counter. "Could I have a copy of Surrender to Lust, please?"

Ali shrugged. "Sure," he said. Travis couldn't tell if there was judgment in his eyes or his tone. He seemed indifferent... didn't he? The clerk turned to pull the magazine out. Its plastic wrap caught awkwardly on the rack as he pulled on it, forcing Ali to fuss with it to get it out neatly.

The "bing bong" tone of the door chimes rang out as the door opened. Travis's eyes snapped to his left to see two men and a young woman enter. The guys were both noticeably larger than the woman, dressed in clothes that were probably stylish in a fashion genre Travis had never understood. The largest looked like he might step right out of his baggy jeans at any moment, while the other walked with his shirt collar popped up and his ear glued to his phone. Excessive gold jewelry hung from their necks and rode their fingers. Neither seemed particularly pleasant.

It was their companion, though, who instantly had Travis's complete attention. Her skin bore a smooth, flawless tan that spoke of Latina heritage. Her hair, lightly brown with subtle blonde highlights, spilled over to one side like a brown waterfall. The miniskirt and thin, tight top did a lot to show off her natural curves and flat belly, but it couldn't have been very warm. It was late September, and Seattle was already threatening to skip straight into late autumn temperatures.

He only stared for a heartbeat, maybe three, before he turned his face back toward the counter. Yet the damage had been done; she had entered with a frown, but then smiled winningly at him as their eyes met. Travis realized he had seen her before, more than a few times, walking up and down the sidewalks of Aurora. His friends had a mocking game they called "Walking or Working," where players driving the north end of the major street guessed the activities of women on the sidewalks. This young woman, probably the same age as Travis, had been a "contestant" more than once.

In a car, with nobody else hearing, it seemed harmless enough. It wasn't like they yelled at the pedestrians they passed by. But now, making eye contact and seeing that smile, Travis suddenly felt very guilty indeed. She was a human being.

She was also a woman, who almost certainly noticed as she walked by that Ali had just put the copy of Surrender to Lust on the countertop. It turned out the model on the cover had a bra, after all, but it was entirely off of her chest and dangling in the fingers of the hand that cupped her otherwise naked left breast.

"Here you go," Ali said too loudly for Travis's taste, "one copy of Surrender to Lust. Anything else?"

"Uh, no!" Travis blurted. "No, j-just that."

"Okay. 

"Hi," the woman smiled, leaning up against the counter.

Travis considered dying on the spot. He had no idea what to say at a time like this. Something. Anything. His mind reached for a suggestion.

"Bitch, I am gonna fuck you up!" snapped a voice behind Travis.

Not what I had in mind, Travis thought. He blinked, standing even straighter in surprise as the man with the phone stepped into the candy aisle behind him. "I mean it! You don't have what you owe me, I swear to God you will choke to death on my cock."

"Uh, Rudy," the woman hissed to him, "there are other people here."

"Vanessa, shut your fucking whore mouth," snapped the man on the phone. "Nobody cares anyway. No, not you, Teri," he said back into his phone. "Fifteen hundred. That's what you charge. That's what I told you to charge. Not a fucking penny less. Bad enough Illyana's down with her fucking cold, I'm not losing money on you tonight, too." He paused. "Joey. Cuervos, man."

"On it," said the larger of the two men.

The woman shook her head and looked to Travis once more. "Don't suppose you're looking for a date tonight?" Vanessa asked.

"Uh. No," Travis shrugged. He looked at Ali, imploring him silently to hurry up with the register. So. Awkward.

"No, you aren't gonna leave me, Teri, 'cause you know what'll happen if you try," Rudy continued menacingly. "If my money isn't there when I get back, you're gonna take another fall down the stairs again, you got me? Maybe a couple falls." The voice on the other side of the conversation could be heard making some sort of plea just before Rudy cut the connection on his phone.

Travis winced. These were plainly bad people—at least Rudy there was, anyway—but there was literally nothing Travis could do about it, anyway.

"Hey, Ach-med, where the fuck are your Cuervos?" called out Joey from the other side of the store.

"In the center case, sir," Ali answered as he finished ringing up the sale. "There you are. Eight forty-five."

Travis already had the cash in his hand. He put it down on the counter immediately. "There you go. Keep the change."

"Are you sure, sir?"

Vanessa gave a little grin. "Big spender," she winked.

"Yeah, I'm—" Travis paused. He realized then that he'd left his transfer pass back at the dojo. Shit, I need the change after all. "Um. No, actually, uh, sorry. Go ahead and ring it up."

"No problem." Ali keyed in the transaction on his register.

"Fuckin' hurry up, man," Joey said then, appearing behind Travis with a case of beer. "Ain't got all fuckin' night."

Over the sound of the beeping register buttons, Travis heard a sharp, heavy snort from behind him. Vanessa's eyes went wide. Travis glanced at her, then up at the security mirror over Ali's shoulder. He could see Rudy snorting something out of a tiny bit of plastic.

"Rudy!" she hissed, stepping forward.

"Sorry, sir," Ali muttered, "the register tape's jammed."

"What, bitch?" Rudy snarled at Vanessa.

"You told me you weren't carrying anything!" Her voice remained barely above a whisper, but Travis could still hear every word. It wasn't like they were far away.

"The fuck's it to you?"

"Rudy, you know what happens if I get caught in a car carrying shit," she pressed. "I'm not trying to tell you your business, but—"

"If you ain't, then shut the fuck up."

"Look, I'm just sayin', I'll take the bus over or somethin', alright? You get crazy when you're on that shit."

"What? Fuck that. You ride with Joey an' me. You can ride the fuckin' bus back, but this asshole john is payin' up front and he ain't payin' you."

Travis tried to keep his attention on Ali and the register tape. Against his will, his eyes flicked up to the security mirror at exactly the wrong moment.

"Rudy, lemme just—"

He grabbed her by the neck. "Bitch, don't even fuckin' start!"

Travis couldn't look away anymore. He turned around. "Hey man, let her go," he said, trying to sound reasonable rather than challenging.

He immediately felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Mind your own business, boy," said Joey.

"Yeah," Rudy agreed, his eyes wide and crazy as he continued to hold Vanessa, who clearly wasn't enjoying this. "Just buy your fuckin' jerk-off mag and scurry out of here, bitch."

"Let her go," Travis repeated. "You don't have to grab anyone like that. And take your hand off me, please," he added to Joey with his voice growing more assertive.

"Rudy," Vanessa struggled, "just calm—"

Joey spun Travis around roughly. Travis was ready for it. He turned into the move, bringing his right fist up in a swift hook into Joey's temple. It caught the bigger man by surprise; Joey fell against the counter. Travis brought his foot down hard on the side of Joey's knee.

Rudy shoved Vanessa away, knocking her against the rack of candy and gum. His hand went to the small of his back as his friend went down. By the time Travis turned on him, Rudy had the pistol out.

Training took over. Travis did exactly as he'd been taught. With one hand, he grabbed Rudy's wrist, and with the other he took hold of the gun and twisted hard. Rudy let out an unmanly shriek as his finger broke. Travis kept hold of the gun, roughly pulling it down and out of Rudy's hand.

"Motherfucker!" Rudy screamed. His other hand came around to punch Travis across the jaw. Travis staggered and dropped the gun. Rudy came on at him, tackling Travis against the counter.

Travis struggled, getting one arm around his opponent's waist and one leg up against Rudy's for leverage. He heaved the Rudy through a twist that put him in exactly the position Travis had been in, bent over backwards with his head against the counter. Travis followed up by bringing his elbow down toward Rudy's jaw with all the force he could muster, but against a struggling opponent it didn't exactly go as planned.

Travis's elbow came down hard against Rudy's neck.

The sound of the blow was frightening. Rudy jerked and flopped uncontrollably. Travis blinked, suddenly horrified at what he had done, and then he heard a metallic click.

He found himself staring down the barrel of Joey's revolver as the bigger man struggled to his feet. Travis heard a gunshot, and then another... only they didn't come from Joey's gun. Joey fell against the side of the countertop, blood pouring from the center of his chest as he tumbled to the floor.

Vanessa remained crouched in the snack aisle, holding Rudy's pistol. Smoke wafted from its barrel. The wide-eyed shock and fear on her face mirrored Travis's as they stared at one another.

Ali sighed. "I knew I should've changed out the register tape an hour ago."

"Is he dead?" Vanessa demanded, pointing at Rudy. "Are they both dead?"

Ali looked over the counter at Rudy and then at Joey. "Oh yes. They're both dead."

"Holy shit!" blurted Travis. He knelt down to check Rudy's pulse.

"Rudy—Rudy can't be dead!" shouted Vanessa. "You just beat him up a little!"

"Oh, he's dead," Ali nodded sagely.

"He can't be!"

"Listen, girl, I am from Mosul! Okay?! You think I don't know dead men when I see them?" He stabbed a finger tward Rudy. "That man is dead. And so is that man. Very dead."

"Oh God, call 911!" said Travis, his voice wavering with fear.

"No!" countered Vanessa. "We can't call the cops!"

"It was self-defense!" Travis pressed. "We're not gonna be in trouble for that!"

"It was self-defense for you," Vanessa said. "I just shot—fuck, I just shot Joey!"

"Yeah, but that guy was gonna kill me if you didn't shoot him," Travis argued, pointing at Joey. "It's on the security cameras, right?"

"Shit," Ali sighed, coming out from behind the counter and heading toward the door. "Those cameras have never worked since I've been here." He promptly hit a couple of switches to turn off the exterior lights, then produced a hooked rod which he used to pull down the sliding door over the store entrance.

"What are you doing?" Travis asked.

"Making sure I don't have customers wander into this," Ali scowled. He turned to look at them both. "So. He wants to call the police. What about you?" he asked Vanessa. "Are you in any trouble with the authorities?"

Travis's jaw dropped. "How is this even something we need to talk about?"

Ali's hands came to his hips. "Have you ever tried speaking to Seattle police without being a white male?" Travis's only answer was to drop his jaw even further. "Exactly. So allow us a moment. They won't become any more dead than they are already. Now. Girl. Talk."

"I—" Vanessa's voice failed her. She finally lowered the gun. "There's still two more of them. They've got my baby."

"Then why don't you tell the—?" The question died on Travis's lips. Given what Ali had just asked, he felt dumb for even thinking it.

"I can't prove it!" said Vanessa. "I can't prove anything! All I've got on me is my driver's license and a couple of condoms! They've got everything else. I don't even have keys to get in where I live."

"Oh, goodness, what am I thinking?" Ali muttered. He strode between the two stunned young people in his store to walk over to the tiny aisle of housewares. "So you have a baby? A boy? A girl? What name?" As he spoke, he grabbed a small plastic package of sponges and a small bundle of pink mechanic's rags.

"Chester," Vanessa sniffed. "His name's Chester. He's not even two and he's all I've got. They keep him locked up while I'm out working."

Something inside of Travis twisted as he saw the distress on Vanessa's face. "Look," he said, "that's kidnapping, right? If they're forcing you to—you're a hooker, right? I mean a prostitute? If they're forcing you—"

"You think I'd be in this situation if the cops ever followed up on shit like that?" Vanessa snapped at him. "You ever been told you're not a credible witness? Or been arrested on a bullshit charge by the cop you just asked for help? I can't even begin to tell you the shit these assholes have gotten away with."

Travis looked to Ali, hoping he would have something reasonable to say. The older man seemed to be handling the stress of the moment much better than he or Vanessa. Ali busied himself stuffing sponges into Joey's shirt to sop up the blood from his fatal gunshot wounds. "So their associates will take revenge on you for this through your boy?" Ali asked.

"Hell yeah, they will!"




The Gateway to Sin



Ali nodded. He looked to Travis with something of a sad face. "So there you have it. By the time she is done dealing with the police, even if she is not charged with anything, her boy disappears. Or ruthless men come looking for her. Probably both."

"Lemme go get him," Vanessa said, taking a deep breath to steel her resolve. "Just gimme a little time and I'll get him out. Then you can go to the cops and do whatever. The cops will probably catch me and put Chester in some sort of... I don't know what, but at least he won't be with Rudy's guys and he won't be hurt."

Ali nodded. "How many are there?"

"Just two."

Ali looked to Travis. He didn't say anything.

"Oh, hey, waitaminute," Travis mumbled.

"Boy, listen to me. You see the trouble she is in. You had the courage to stand up for her when these men threatened to harm her."

Travis and Vanessa looked at one another. "Look, I never wanted to kill anyone," she said. "If it was that simple I could've found a way to take a gun and just shoot them all and run, but—"

"Is that your plan now?" Travis asked. "Where'd you learn to shoot that, anyway?"

"I grew up in Arizona."

"Oh," Travis said. That answered that, apparently.

"And yeah, if I have to go it alone, I'm probably gonna have to shoot them. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress. I just didn't have any options before."

"You are not," Ali agreed, "but you don't need to stand alone, either. Young man. Think. If we call the police, we doom her boy. You will give your statement to the police and probably be up very late, but eventually you will go home and sleep in your warm and safe bed, and you will wonder what happens to her and to her boy. Do you want that?"

Travis glanced at Vanessa. "You have some sort of plan?"

"I'll come up with something one way or the other," she nodded, "but if I'm not alone I've got a lot more in the way of options besides just shooting people, yeah."

Travis couldn't believe he was even discussing this. He wondered what his parents would say about this, and how many questions they would have... and, suddenly, he wondered why he cared so much about that. "No," he answered. "No, I don't. What about you?"

Ali shrugged and gestured to the two bodies. "I have to take care of this mess if we are not going to call the cops. I suspect no one will miss these men, will they?" he asked Vanessa.

"Nobody's gonna file a missing persons report, if that's what you mean. These people don't call the cops, no matter what."

"So you're just gonna hide them?" Travis asked.

"I have options," Ali shrugged. "This is a very convenient store."

* * *

"I was afraid of this," Vanessa sighed. "There's probably a bunch of people in there right now. We'll have to watch and wait." Her eyes darted this way and that as she drove past the large house. Every available parking space on both sides of the street was taken up.

Travis sat in the passenger seat of the black Mercedes hoping nobody would recognize him. It was dark, late and raining, but he was nervous just the same. He felt like he had good reason, after all; he was in the stolen car of a dead man being driven by a prostitute, with at least two guns and quite possibly hidden drugs, too.

"How many people live there?" Travis asked.

Vanessa let out a grunt. "I wouldn't call it living. I'm there, about three other girls are there, Rudy lived there and so does Adam, but Giovanni and Joey crash there so often you wouldn't know they've got their own places. Well. Past tense, in Joey's case, anyway. One of Rudy's girls actually thinks she's his girlfriend and lives there by choice. Then there's me and Illyana... she came over from Russia, and Rudy keeps all her papers in a safe. Just like mine. She'd probably get deported without 'em. There are a couple other girls that he keeps on a looser leash, but he threatens them when he feels like it, too. He was talking to one of 'em on the phone in the store."

She drove further down the street. The neighborhood was entirely residential, with narrow streets and many tall trees. "I'm hoping we can just chill here for awhile without being seen and wait until some of them leave. That place is Grand Central Station most nights. Probably some johns in there right now."

"They bring guys over? I would've thought that'd be dangerous. Like a good way to get everyone busted."

"It's not like there's a book of pimps' regulations. Rudy's little gang does all sorts of shit they shouldn't. They don't bring lots of johns over; just the ones they know are low-risk and high dollar. Some of these guys want to make sure their families never find out. Some of 'em just have freaky tendencies. Walk around here long enough, you might very well find a couple girls working in these cars.

"Oh, here, this is a good spot," she said. "We can see down the hill to the street outside the house." Vanessa went through the stop, start and shuffle of turning around and parallel parking as Travis watched.

"You have a plan?"

"Thinkin' about it. Depends on how much it'll thin out down there. The fewer people there are when we go in, the better. Hopefully I just need you to distract people."

"I'm not afraid to fight."

"No, but the deeper you get into this, the worse I'm gonna feel. I don't want a hero, I want an assist. Okay?"

Silence fell in the car until Vanessa spoke once more. "I don't know whether to thank you first or apologize," she admitted. "I'm sure this is pretty fucked up for you."

"It isn't for you?"

She tilted her head to concede the point. "My life has been fucked-up crazy for the last few years, yeah, but this is a whole new level of crazy. I just want it to stop. This'll sound cliché, but I'm really not like this."

"What are you really like?"

"What are you really like?" she countered. "All I know about you is you can fight, you stick up for women when men are slapping them around and you buy porn."

"I don't—!" he started, then stopped himself. Travis let out a deep breath. "God, I'm almost twenty-one and that was the first porn I've ever bought. I'm not a pervert."

"I wouldn't judge you if you were," Vanessa snorted.

He stared at the dashboard. "I did football and wrestling in high school, but that was mostly to make Dad happy," he shrugged. "Been taking kung fu for the last three years, which my Dad hates 'cause it isn't 'American' enough for him. I went to Catholic all-boys schools. I still live at home. I'm going to college partly on my Dad's dime, so I follow all of his rules, and I hate myself for all of it."

"Hey, college is expensive," she shrugged. "Can't fault anyone for sucking it up and dealing with parental bullshit for a few extra years if it pays your way. Wish I could've done that. I'd give almost anything to go back to school. Anyway... how bad can he be if you turned out so good? I mean, parents always make kids do stuff they don't want to do, right?"

"Dad lives in a 'Leave It to Beaver' fantasy world and figures our problem is that we haven't invaded enough Arab countries. He's one of those dudes who only reads the lines in the Bible that back up his bullshit and ignores the rest."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. My dad's that guy."

Vanessa let out a long breath. "Okay, so he's an asshole," she conceded, "but you seem to have turned out okay."

"Thanks," Travis shrugged.

"No, I mean it, I'm really... I know how crazy this is. Believe me. I'm really grateful."

"So that's the answer you were looking for."

"Not really. Now I just know about your dad. What're you really like?"

Travis blinked. She had a point. "I'm... I dunno, I'm dull, I guess? My dating life is kind of crap because I feel like I don't know how to act with girls. Hell, I wouldn't know what to say to you now if we weren't both staring at twenty to life," he grimaced. Vanessa smirked. "I don't like booze. I don't smoke. I don't do any drugs. I volunteer at an animal shelter. No girlfriend. Virgin. That's me. Super boring."

He mistook the grin playing at her lips for amusement, and figured the little sparkle that appeared in her eyes was something that was always there. "There's nothing wrong with any of that," she said. "I could stand to be around more guys who didn't get wasted and were nice to animals."

"What, you don't like bad boys?" Travis frowned. "You're a hot girl in your twenties, right? Early twenties? Doesn't that mean you should only be attracted to assholes who treat you terribly?"

She sat back in the driver's seat. "Some of us learn faster than others," she grumbled. "I'm the first to admit I'm a party girl, but I always know when to quit and go home. When I had a home to go to, anyway. I'm not some battered woman caught up in a cycle of abuse, okay? I've literally had no place else to go lately and like I've said, it's not like they don't have leverage on me."

"I'm sorry," mumbled her companion. "I didn't mean it like that."

"No, I know. I get what you meant. I'm just sayin'. I know I'm a little crazy sometimes, but I'm not like batshit broken psycho girl or anything. I just got stuck in a trap. Believe me, if I can make a clean break here, my first priority is to find a way to go back to school."

"So is that what you're really like?" Travis asked again. "How'd you end up in this mess if you know better?"

Vanessa rolled her eyes, clearly at herself more than anything else. "Oh, I screwed up a bunch. I'm not sayin' otherwise. But I was in college once, too. Started dating a guy. Thought he was cool. Found out what an asshole he was when we went to Mexico together and he used me as a drug mule without asking me. I'd have dumped his ass right there if I'd known he was into that. But there I was, caught with a shitload of coke in my bag at the airport. My ex-boyfriend figured out the score before I did and started copping pleas. The prosecutor figured he could still get an extra check mark in his conviction column and fuck what anyone's confessions said or how credible his witnesses were, right? My public defender was good, but she wasn't fuckin' Superwoman. I got eighteen months and figured I was lucky.

"My family basically freaked out and disowned me. I couldn't get a job. I figured I needed a clean slate, so I took what I could scrounge up and came out here, but it was 2009 and I couldn't land even fuckin' Wal-Mart or McDonald's, and well..." she shrugged. "I like sex. I like sex a lot. I don't see anything wrong with what I do, really. When I was just operating on my own I could decide to turn guys down if something seemed wrong or if they grossed me out. It wasn't like I couldn't defend myself if one of 'em tried something violent. You learn things in prison, y'know?

"Last year, along came Rudy. I was tired of handling everything on my own. He was slick enough to go easy at first, but one thing led to another and as soon as I trusted him a little too much, bam. He's got all my papers, he's got Chester and he's probably smart enough to find me even if I did run on him. And he'd have to look, too, otherwise his other girls might run, too."

"But with him gone?" Travis asked.

"I don't think Giovanni or Adam are all that clever," she shrugged again. "Besides, once it gets obvious that Rudy isn't coming home, there'll be sharks circling around the guys soon enough. I want to get Illyana out if we can. The rest will know when to bail on their own. I just need to cut all the strings at once and then figure out how to start over again."

Travis stared down the street towards the house. "You worried about Chester?"

"Not really," Vanessa shook her head. "I mean yeah, but he's probably asleep. It's not like he knows what's goin' on around him." She tapped her forehead. "You go through the kind of crap I have, you learn to compartmentalize and prioritize, and not to borrow trouble."

"Wish I could do that. All I can think about right now is prison. Or worse."

"Yeah," she conceded with a somewhat shaky breath. "Yeah, there's that. I'm thinking about all that, too." The two fell silent for a moment and Vanessa ran her hands through her hair. "The waiting is making me crazy. I need to do something."

"Me, too," Travis agreed without really thinking about it.

"Get in the back seat," Vanessa said.

Travis blinked. "What?"

"Just get in the back seat. Trust me."

He considered several things that she might have in mind, but discarded all of them as unlikely. He didn't really know what she was planning. But he had trusted her this far, though, and at this point figured he had nothing to lose. Travis went along with her instructions.

Vanessa came around on the other side, and gestured for him to move in closer. "Sit in the middle," she said.

"What're you doing?" Travis asked, obeying without thinking about it.

"I'm calling it something life-affirming," she said, closing the door behind her before she crawled over Travis and planted a firm, hungry kiss on his mouth. She tasted faintly of strawberries. He hesitated, then kissed back, then realized he was getting carried away with himself. Or maybe she was. Maybe both.

"Vanessa," he grunted, loving the way she felt against him and wishing he could just go with it, "you don't have to do this."

"Yes and no." She kissed him again. Vanessa unzipped his hoodie, spreading it open to run her hands over his abs and chest. Her grin told him she liked what she felt. "I know nobody's forcing me. I know you don't expect anything. But we're both wound up and we've got the time."

Vanessa tugged him forward a bit and then straddled him, pinning him to the seat with her knees slipping down beside his hips. Her short skirt made it very easy to move. Travis glanced down to see how the folds of its fabric pushed up to reveal the black lace barely covering her sex, which pressed up against the hardening flesh between his legs. He was at once grateful and chagrinned to be wearing sweats tonight. When his eyes came back up to hers, she bit her lip in a naughty grin that told him she saw exactly where he was looking.

"You like that?" she breathed, grinding against him.

"Yeah," he whispered hoarsely, then swallowed and repeated, "yeah, I do." Travis slid a bit lower, pushing his legs up against the front seats to offer Vanessa more room and more support.

"Don't be nervous, Travis," she told him, stroking the side of his face. Her fingers turned to lightly brush her nails down his neck. Her hair dangled intimately across the side of his face. "I know it's your first time. Just relax and enjoy it, even if you don't last long. We're both all wound up. It's okay. You can touch me. Don't be shy."

She drew him into another kiss. He became more cooperative, enjoying the feeling of her tongue against his and the invitation in her breath. Travis had never gotten beyond first base before. Vanessa left no ambiguity about how far she wanted to go, sweeping away so many of Travis's usual worries when it came to situations like this... not that he'd ever been in these circumstances.

His hands slid slowly up her legs, coming to a rest upon her hips, underneath her skirt. There wasn't much fabric at all to those panties. His fingers found the strings and small loops tying them together. His touch slipped out again, going over the skirt this time to slide along her sides. Vanessa let out soft little moans of appreciation at his touch. Her lips parted from his, but remained very close as she murmured, "You've got nice hands."

"You've got nice legs," he countered. "Nice everything."

"You haven't even seen nearly everything yet," she grinned. "But I'm happy to show you."

"This wasn't exactly how I expected my first time to be."

"I'd love to make it more comfortable for both of us," Vanessa apologized softly, "but this is what we've got."

"It's not just the car."

"I know," she nodded. "Things could go really badly tonight. I can't tell you..." she sniffed and shook her head, then forced herself to grin. "You don't want to go to jail or die a virgin, do you?"

"Hell, no," he answered. "Not when I could be with you."

Vanessa's smile widened. She shrugged off her top to reveal a thin lacy black bra. She couldn't get enough of the mesmerized expression on his face as she playfully leaned back, grinding her crotch into his once more while she gave him a view of the rest of her body. Her fingers came to the center of her bra, deftly releasing the clasp.

The offer in her eyes and her smile was too much to resist. Travis's hands slid up her flat belly to her chest, where they gently spread apart the cups of her bra to reveal her firm, small breasts. Her breath caught as his fingers brushed under them, then slowly crept up to encircle and softly pinch her erect nipples. Vanessa sighed in approval and worked her hips down harder onto him.

"You're beautiful," Travis told her.

"I feel like it with you."

He continued exploring her by touch. His hands roamed over her, stroking her chest, her collarbones and her neck. She writhed under his touch, moaning now and again and alternating between closing her eyes to enjoy herself and looking at him with a naughty invitation.

"I could let you do that all night," Vanessa purred, "if we had all night. But we don't." She bit the side of her lip again and looked down meaningfully at their most compelling area of contact.

His hands slipped low, down to her legs and then up under her skirt once more. She watched his face expectantly as he slipped the knots at her hips loose, then obligingly lifted her hips up to let him slide the panties free. He couldn't help but look down. Travis thrilled to the sight of her well-groomed landing strip.

"Your turn, baby," she urged him. Travis's thumbs hooked under his sweats, but then he paused and looked at her. She read his mind and shrugged. "Tubes are tied and I've always used condoms. I know I'm clean. If you're really a virgin...?"

Still rocky with adrenaline from their first meeting at the Quik Stop and facing uncertain fates, they silently agreed to a little indiscretion. Travis's sweats slipped away, putting an even broader smile on Vanessa's face as she watched the big reveal.

Wet lips slid against the length of Travis's cock in an intimate kiss. She purred again. "I like you more and more, Travis," she said.

She drew close to him once more, kissing his mouth as she continued to tease and taunt his dick. When his arms came around her waist, she said, "Don't rush it, baby. Savor it." Then she swayed her hips around until she was directly above his cock and slowly, relentlessly sank down on it, enveloping his flesh with hers. Their mouths parted and they shared the same breath as she took him inside her.

Sitting on his hips now, Vanessa remained still and held him close to revel in the full feeling within her. Travis couldn't believe how good she felt, and hardly wanted her to move at first, but then she gyrated her hips just a little to remind him that moving felt even better.

They kissed again, trembling with pleasure, and then Vanessa couldn't resist anymore. She rose and fell on his cock, impaling herself and grunting with desire as she did it again and again, gradually increasing the rhythm. Travis more than helped her along, pushing up into her needful sex with his own.

"So good," Vanessa shuddered. "Oh so good."

Travis silenced her with a kiss, which she accepted hungrily though it slowed their tempo. They devoured one another's lips and tongue until the pleasures at their center became to great to ignore anymore, and then gave themselves over to lustful fucking that eventually fell back into a sensuous grind and passionate kiss once more.

The cycle repeated again and again, building with pleasure each time. Finally, Vanessa let out a loud groan. She couldn't remember ever feeling so comfortable with anyone, or so turned on. Everyone she had been with in the last couple of years had been a customer, and everyone before that had turned out to be a disappointment. Travis was none of that. He brought down every wall without even trying. "Oh God you're gonna make me come," she said, partly in surprise and partly in joy.




The Gateway to Sin



Travis took that as a cue to keep up what he was doing, thrusting up into her as she came down on him. He thought he might lose his mind or at least lose control first, but soon her breath and her voice made it clear he had held out long enough. Notes of ecstasy and satisfaction fell directly into his ear before the first uncontrolled spasms shot through his cock.

Even in her haze, Vanessa realized what was happening. As her orgasm finally abated she slowed herself down, letting Travis release into her freely.

"Wow. Vanessa kissed him again and then parted to catch her breath, "I'm not sure I believe that was your first time."

"Scout's honor," Travis huffed. They held close a moment longer, just breathing together until he said, "I feel like I could go again."

"Yeah, you do," Vanessa laughed. "Oh my God. You feel awesome."

"Is that okay?"

"Is what okay? You? Hell, yeah."

"No, I mean... more?"

"Uh... oh, where are we?" Vanessa thought aloud. She looked around, then over her shoulder down at the house. "Wait, I think there are some cars gone there."

Then a white light flashed directly in through the window, falling across Vanessa's naked chest and face. They both started in a panic, looking directly into the flashlight and freezing. The light tapped on the water-coated window. "Roll this down," someone ordered.

Travis winced, feeling caught and defeated. Thoughts of prison and his shattered future flashed through his mind. There was nothing for it but to own up to all he had done. Travis reached out to the window control, pressing the button with an apologetic look to the similarly worried young woman in his lap. As Travis had suspected, the window came down even without the key in the ignition.

The flashlight stayed in their faces. "Look at me," came the order. "Let me see you... oh. Yeah. Thought it was one of you girls," the cop said. "Don't bounce so much. Gets obvious. You wanna get it on in a car, drive out into the woods or something." With that, the cop's flashlight turned away and he walked off.

Travis looked at Vanessa with wide, shocked eyes. She seemed mildly surprised herself, but hit the button to roll up the window and shrugged. "Bribe money well spent, I guess," she said.

"I can't believe that just happened," blurted Travis.

"Yeah, well," Vanessa shrugged. "They aren't all dirty, but a few are fucking rotten."

"But he just—I mean he didn't even ask to see our IDs to run us for warrants!"

"Why would he? If he found something on you he couldn't ignore, he'd have to bust me, too, and that'd end the gravy train." Vanessa looked over her shoulder again. "Baby, as good as you feel, we've gotta do this thing."

"I know," he said, entirely conscious of the way she still enveloped his cock. "I know, I just..." he shrugged as she turned back to face him. "Thank you."

Something inside her had already melted, but when he said that she felt it happen all over again. "Oh, no, Travis... thank—" She stopped. "You really think you could go for more?"

He nodded with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Yeah, I do."

"I think I know how to pull this off without shooting anyone... but you're gonna have to really trust me. And you're gonna have to be pretty naughty."

* * *

"Oooh, yeah, bitch! Oooh! See that? That right there? That's why I love me some fuckin' Raiders!"

"Gio, they just put a prime athlete in the fuckin' hospital on a bullshit play," Adam countered. He already knew this had happened, of course; they were watching a TiVo'd game from hours earlier, and Adam had already caught the spoiler updates on his phone. But he didn't know how dirty the play actually was until now.

"Yeah? And?" Gio shrugged. He brought a plastic cup to his lip to catch a fat wad of chewing tobacco from his lips. "That's life in the big city, motherfucker. Play the game, take your fuckin' chances!" He and Adam had to shout, of course, so that they could hear one another over the unnecessarily loud sound system for the television.

Adam scowled, carefully scratching at his scalp so as not to mess up his tight blond cornrows as he looked at his longtime business partner. He had known Gio back in high school, before all the cheap, overly-ambitious tattoos and the giant earlobe spacers. Gio had been bloodthirsty back then, and had only worsened in time. Clearly, he never understood why the coach bounced him from the junior varsity football team.

"You got no fuckin' appreciation for the fuckin' sport, mo'fucker," Adam declared, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Only assholes like the Raiders anyway."

"Fuck you, dude," Gio shrugged, "you're the asshole sitting in Seattle rooting for the fuckin' S-t-e-a-l-e-r-s." He drew a large pinch of tobacco from his tin of Copenhagen and wedged it between his gum and lip.

"That was fucking years ago and the fuckin' ref—!"

"Uuuhhh!" Gio grunted, presenting his pale, pasty middle finger and the small gold ring depicting a hand flipping the bird that rode upon it.

The fist pounding on the front door interrupted their discussion. Gio and Adam glanced to one another curiously. Each put a hand on his baggy jeans to make sure they didn't slide any further down off his hips as they rose. Closer to the door than Adam, Gio put his eye up to the peephole and stared for a moment. Then he turned back to Adam. "It's Vanessa."

"I thought she had a call," Adam frowned. "Is Rudy with her? Or Joey?"

"No, just some other dude."

Adam waved for Gio to open the door. He killed the volume on the television with the remote as Gio interrupted the next set of knocks.

"What?" Gio asked.

"Nice," Vanessa frowned, thrusting her hand back into the pocket of the black hoodie. "I've got a customer."

Gio and Adam both looked at Vanessa and the tall young man with her skeptically. "You don't fuck customers here," Adam said.

"Yeah, and why you wearin' a hoodie?" Gio pressed.

"Because it's fucking cold, jackass. And he's not here for me. He's here for Precious."

The pair of gatekeepers exchanged another set of suspicious looks before turning back to Vanessa. "Where's Rudy?"

"Rudy didn't tell me where he was going," Vanessa shrugged. "He never does. Look, you gonna let us in or what? Otherwise I gotta give this guy his money back and we'll both tell Rudy you cost him business."

Adam and Gio both looked to the tall youth beside her. "What's your name, white boy?" Gio asked.

Travis blinked. Did he seriously just call me that? The only one present who wasn't white was Vanessa. "John," he answered flatly. He hoped he didn't have to say much. He hated this plan.

"Cash," Adam demanded, holding out a hand.

"I've got it," Vanessa said.

"Give it here."

"Fuck you. Inside, when John here sees the goods and knows it's worth it."

The pair standing in the doorway fumed at her as if they shared the same brain. "John" spoke up. "This already seems like an unreasonable amount of money for what I'm gonna get," frowned Travis. "If it's gonna be a hassle—"

"No, no fuckin' hassle," Adam shook his head. "You've got it?" he asked Vanessa.

"In my pocket, in cash. Small bills like everyone likes it. Only I'm watching you count it out with Gio as a witness so you don't stiff me like you did that one time."

"Bitch, I never stiffed you!" Adam protested with a weak laugh. He patted Gio on the arm to direct him out of the way. "That was just a misunderstanding or some shit. Gio, go get Precious."

As they entered, Travis felt a bit surprised by how posh and comfortable the living room was. In talking to Adam and Gio, he expected it to look more like a low-end frat house or a dive bar inside. Instead, he found a clean living room with tasteful, comfortable furniture. Then again, he considered, this place entertained high-paying johns. It made sense to keep the place welcoming.

Travis wished they could just hit both of these guys over the head, grab what Vanessa needed and run. But there was no telling what could go wrong once it got violent, and neither of them wanted any more blood on their hands than was absolutely necessary. Vanessa needed room and time to accomplish several things, and for that she needed a distraction.

He felt awkward about this. Embarrassed. Horrible. He wasn't sure he could go through with this.

"You're in luck," Adam said, "Precious doesn't have any dates tonight. Her and Rudy were gonna—"

"Adam," Vanessa interrupted, "you're talking too much again."

Adam shot her a nasty look, but said nothing more. She was right, after all.

"Hello," came a voice from the other side of the room. Stepping out from around the hallway corner with Gio was a tall redhead with long, slender legs and luscious curves. She wore only green silk panties, a matching bra and heels. "I'm Precious."

Travis felt much better about Vanessa's plan.

Precious walked closer to them, only to be stopped by Adam's hand. "Cash up front," he said.

Vanessa pulled a roll of Rudy's cash from the pocket of her hoodie. She held it up for a moment and then put it back in her pocket. "One hour. Like I said, we count it together."

"Only one hour?" Precious grinned.

Travis hesitated. He wondered what he was supposed to say. "For starters," he replied, hoping he sounded cool.

Smirking, Vanessa leaned in and whispered to Precious, "He's got more, but I don't want to get shaken down by these assholes and lose a repeat customer."

"Guess that makes sense," Precious murmured.

"Cut right to the chase. He likes it loud and hard. Tips big," Vanessa added. Precious shot her a curious look; the two had never gotten along. She was surprised to hear Vanessa offer her any sort of help at all. Vanessa just gave a shrug. "Rudy said to make sure we don't lose this one."

With that, Precious took Travis by the hand. "What do I call you?" she asked.

"Just call me John," he answered, feeling a bit steadier as he passed by Vanessa and saw her wink.

Gio and Adam turned to Vanessa expectantly. "Money," Adam said.

"Upstairs," Vanessa gestured, and started walking that way. "I'm watching you count it out and I'm watching you put it in the safe."

"Bitch, I'm about to slap you," Gio complained.

"This is not the night to fuck with me, guys," Vanessa warned.

* * *

Precious brought Travis into one of what looked like several bedrooms. There wasn't more to any of them other than queen-sized beds and tiny dressers. She shut the door behind herself and then slid her lithe body up against his. Travis wondered how genuine the smile on her lips really was, but then he decided not to give too much thought to anyone's honesty here.

"Vanessa says you like to skip straight to it," Precious murmured.

"Uh," he blinked, surprised at how directly her hand slid down from his chest to his groin. It slipped under his waistband, rubbing down between his junk and his leg, then up and down the other side. "Yeah, that's... that's about right. I like to be direct."

"Good as that sounds, I need just a little moment to warm up for you. But I'm pretty sure I can hold your attention while I do that." Her lips brushed across his neck as she spoke.

In almost any other circumstances, Travis would've loved to let her take her time. Vanessa had already told him what a snot Precious was, but he was ready to excuse that while she was painted against him like this. "What do you have in mind?"

Precious favored him with an alluring smile. She led him to the end of bed, then had him turn with his back to it. She grabbed a pillow from off the bed and dropped it between their feet. Then she slid slowly down his front, pressing her hands and her tits against his chest, his abs and his groin as she went. When she finally sank to her knees, Precious hooked her hands over the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs, freeing his raging hard erection.

She took his cock in one hand, stroking its length with an admiring grin. "Tonight won't be a chore at all," she said. Her tongue slid up his shaft, ending in a swirl over the head. If she tasted anything from Travis's earlier escapades, she gave no sign of it.

"You want to get out of these sweats?" she asked, keeping her mouth close to his cock as she stared up at him. "Your shoes?"

Hell yeah, I do, Travis thought, but kept that to himself. There was more going on here. He needed to be able to react quickly, as if that would be even remotely possible. "I think..." he wavered, looking down at the naughty glory before him. His whole body trembled with excitement. He needed a line. A line. Something slick.

"I think I'd rather you be direct about this," he decided.

Precious answered by kissing the head of his cock, opening her mouth more and more until finally she had half of him inside. He was a bit too big for the rest, or at least too big to take it all right away.

Travis let out a moan. So did Precious. "That's some yummy cock," she said. She kept one hand on the base of his shaft while the other reached for the drawer of the dresser behind her. His eyes fluttered, but stayed open just long enough to note the pile of condoms in the drawer and the bottle of lube she picked up.

The redhead shifted up, bringing herself further upright and sliding her mouth down over more of his cock again. She bobbed up and down, letting the head rub against the roof of her mouth. Her hands hiked the panties down her legs. She got to work on her pussy with the lube as she sucked Travis off.

"Wow," Travis breathed. Suddenly the exorbitant fee for Precious's time seemed perfectly reasonable.

* * *

"One, two, three, four, five—"

"Wait," Vanessa said.

Adam looked up from the pile of money on the desk. "What?"

"There are two stuck together there."

"There are not."

Vanessa reached in and snatched up the suspicious bill before Adam could stop her. She pinched it between her fingers and slid it apart from the one beneath it, then looked at Adam with a cynical smirk. He looked up at Gio and shrugged.

"Start over," Vanessa demanded.

"Fuckin' whatever," grumbled Adam.

* * *

He could've let this go on and on. Travis sat on the end of the bed with Precious's head bobbing up and down on his cock while she played with herself, making all sorts of happy little noises. It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes. It felt like longer. Whatever hang-ups he used to have about sex were absolutely wiped from his mind while his cock was in this woman's mouth. Travis could gladly let this go on for hours. He would prefer Vanessa, but...

Vanessa. Right. There was a plan. A goofy, ridiculous, dishonest plan that involved doing the other thing he now really wanted to do with Precious anyway. "Hey," he groaned. "Much as I like that... I figure I oughta stick with my plans."

"Aw," Precious protested with a grin after her mouth slid back from him. She took care to keep at least one hand stroking him at all times.

"You're awesome, though... maybe next time?"

"I'm up for it," she said as she reached for a condom from the nightstand.

Travis leaned back on the bed and watched her wrap him up. He'd never worn one of these before. It wasn't so bad.

"You said you like to be direct, so how do you want to fuck me?"

He blinked at her uninhibited grin, then shook his head to clear it. "On the bed," he gestured and stood. "Lie back."

Precious slipped up along him in much the same way as she had slipped down earlier. She turned past, pulling her bra off before she lay back. The redhead looked curiously down at Travis as if to ask if he was ever going to get his pants off from around his ankles, but then he simply grabbed her legs, raised them both and slid her close. "Mmmh," she murmured, "taking charge, huh? Oh," she gasped then as his cock slid against her pussy. She moaned just a little as he positioned the head, and then moaned loudly as he pushed in.

"Oooohhhh," Precious sang out as he sank into her. "OOOOH YEAH FUCK YEAH. God what a fucking big cock."

Travis almost stopped. She felt good, and looked good, and couldn't act worth a damn. He knew in the back of his brain that if this wasn't only his second time and if he wasn't still so goddamn horny she would've ruined the whole thing.

"OH JACK I MEAN JOHN FUCK ME," Precious begged loudly.

She's hot, he reminded himself. She truly was, but just the same, he had to concentrate on the one thing about her he knew for sure he liked. Travis knew nothing of her genuine personality, but she certainly had a body.

"OOOOH GOD MAKE ME COME," she moaned on only is forth or fifth thrust.

Travis remembered that Vanessa probably had to put much more annoying things than this out of her mind when she worked. It wasn't like this was unpleasant. Precious's only faults—as far as anything mattered here—were her volume and her dialogue.

"FUCK ME LIKE YOUR WHORE, BABY," Precious droned.

He pounded into her. At least it broke up her dialogue a little.

"UNH! UNH! BABY! UNH! JACK! COCK! FUCK! YEAH!"

* * *

"There. Done. You happy?" Adam slapped the last Benjamin down on the desk with the rest, agreeing with the count that Vanessa had given.

"No," she said. She wasn't happy yet. She didn't hear any noise from downstairs. "Do it again."

Adam and Gio both rolled their eyes in dramatic frustration. "Jesus Christ, whore," Gio blurted out, "what the fuck do you think we're gonna do?"

"I don't want him cutting Rudy short and then blaming it on me!"

"He's not!" Gio frowned. "I'm here. You agree on the count. So do I. So does Adam. So we're cool, okay?"

"Ooooh yeah fuck yeah!" came a voice from downstairs. Neither of the guys seemed the least bit surprised.

"Okay," Vanessa sighed. She threw her hands up and stepped outside of the upstairs "office."

Adam slipped two of the hundred dollar bills from the stack, gave one to Gio and put the other in his pocket. They fist-bumped with a grin. "Go downstairs and make sure Precious doesn't yell out the safe word or nothin'," Adam said.

"On it," Gio nodded. He walked out of the room, completely oblivious to Vanessa standing flat against the wall to his right outside the door. Gio turned to his left to head downstairs.

Predictable assholes, she thought with a roll of her eyes. She glanced inside. Sure enough, Adam slipped an extra bill into his other pocket before he turned toward the safe. Downstairs, Precious got Travis's blatantly fake name wrong as she cried out with unconvincing desire and increasing volume. She heard the headboard slam against the wall again and again. She heard the television turn on downstairs.

Vanessa slipped inside, drawing Joey's revolver out from under its hiding spot in her waistband and under the bulky pockets of Travis's hoodie.

* * *

"OH! GOD! YEAH! FUCK! YEAH! OH! MORE!"

Travis slammed into her, trying harder to make noise than he was to enjoy himself. It helped him hold off orgasm, he figured, if he thought of things other than how good this felt despite the excessive noise.

The headboard thumped up against the wall in a steady beat.

He hoped Vanessa was doing okay with her end of the plan.

"FUCK! ME! FUCK! ME! FUCK! ME!"

* * *

"Fuck! You! Fucking! Asshole!" Vanessa grunted each time she pistol-whipped Adam on the back of the head. She held him up by his collar after the second blow, making sure he didn't collapse completely to the floor with a suspicious thump Precious and Travis couldn't cover up.

Adam lurched as his struggles ended. She let him down onto the floor, kicking him hard in the gut just for old times' sake. She kicked him again out of sheer pettiness, and finally she patted him down to take his gun and other belongings.

Assured he was down for the count, Vanessa turned from him to the open safe in the closet. She knew there would be some cash—Rudy and his companions were awfully leery of banks given their sources of income—but the sheer amount of it stunned her. There were doubtlessly other stashes that Adam wasn't trusted with, but Vanessa couldn't afford to waste time looking. She took what she could get, which was much more than she expected. Besides, there were more important things here than the cash.




The Gatherer



Chapter 1

The night seemed to be dragging on at a snails pace for the two security guards as they stood watch in the long hallway of the hotel Monaco. The two men stood by the double doors of the VIP suite on the 25th floor of the luxury hotel keeping watch on the long hallway leading to, and away from the room. Inside sat the President and CEO of Com-Tech Inc., inventor and manufacturer of the worlds most destructive and frightening weapons of modern warfare.

Both men looked down to their comm.-watches as they heard a beep come though their earpieces. The man on the left spoke.

"Go ahead Sir."

"The night's entertainment just got off the south elevator, she's coming your way. She was cleared by the metal detector down here, but we need a more thorough search before she sees him."

"10-4 Sir."

The man on the left turned to the other guard and said. "I got the last one, it's your turn." With a smile and pat on the shoulder.

The both turned down the right side corridor, which lead to the south elevator and saw the "entertainer" approach. She was a beautiful woman, short but curvy, with shockingly blonde hair and bright red lipstick. She carried a small handbag, and wore a short black slip-dress with no bra or stockings, the guards eyes moved up her body from her feet to her long legs, her tiny waist, and then her medium but perfectly round breasts. 

The man closest to her walked towards her, his ogling eyes hid behind his ray-ban sunglasses. 

"Stop right there miss, and place your hand-bag on the floor!"

"Is everything alright?" she asked in a worried tone as she complied.

"Just a security check ma'am." The guard stated.

"This is really a bit much you know." She said with an indignant tone.

The guard picked up the handbag and opened the zipper. "Do you have any weapons or drugs on you that you'd care to tell me about now?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "And I would appreciate it if you'd leave my things alone!"

The man placed the handbag on the floor and slid it the 20' to his partner. He didn't pick it up, but kept his gaze on the woman while his hand rested on the hilt of his berretta 9mm. 

"Now ma'am, I will need you to go into the room just to your left and sit on the stool in the middle of the room! Leave the door open!"

"OK, but if I am late, and he is upset, I am mentioning this!" she said with a scowl.

"It's all by his orders ma'am." He replied with a sneer.

She went into the room and sat on the high stool. As she sat her dress rode up slightly and her thong-clad posterior received a shock of cold as it contacted the steel seat. The man walked in, turned on the light, and closed the door. 

"I am sorry for the inconvenience ma'am, but I am going to have to search you before you can see the president. If you choose not to comply, you will not get any payment, and I may tell the police of your career path."

"Fine!" She spat at him. "But make it quick!"

With a smile the guard turned and opened a small drawer in the corner and put on surgical gloves. 

"Please stand and remove your dress and any undergarments ma'am!"

With a fierce glower she stood and pulled the straps off her shoulders, and down her body. As the dress moved over her breasts the man stared with great interest. He nipples were small, pink, and cute, and her breasts were medium, but very firm, and stayed where they were without the support of the dress. She pulled the dress all the way down her body and kicked it away from her slightly, then removed her shoes. She stood there in a black lace thong shooting daggers from here eyes at the security guard practically drooling at the sight of her body. 

"Please remove your…um…undergarments as well ma'am!" he said with a quivering undertone.

"You're a fucking pervert!" She yelled at him.

"Comply or you must leave ma'am!" He ordered.

"Fine! Is this how your get off you sick fuck?"

She pulled off her panties rather unceremoniously and stood there obviously fuming at the situation. He walked towards her slightly and admired her perfectly shaved pussy and young firm body. She had very nice muscle tone, but was still perfectly feminine. He noticed that her nipples became rather erect and he looked up at the air vent over the stool with a smile.

"Now please sit on the stool and place your hands on your knees! Do not remove your hands from your knees at any time."

She did so and shivered as the cold metal of the stool once again shocked her now completely naked ass and slightly protruding lips of her pussy. She placed her hands on her knees, and kept her legs closed as to not give him any more pleasure from the situation than she had to. 

He slid his hands fully into the surgical gloves and approached her. He first ran his hands through her hair and rather roughly rubbed her scalp and neck. He then began to feel all over her shoulders and down her chest. She grunted with anger as he fondled each breasts and nipple, even exploring under each breast.

"Open your mouth please ma'am, and keep it open!"

She did so and almost gagged as he stuck his fingers into her mouth and explored her mouth, cheeks, and teeth. When his fingers left her mouth she closed it and swallowed. He looked at her with a scowl, probably for doing so before he instructed. 

"Lean back, rest your back on the wall, and fold your arms over your chest please ma'am!"

She did so.

"Now open your legs please ma'am."

He knelt in front of her, between her legs, and looked in amazement at her pink lips and pussy. He took one gloved finger and began to palpate each lip, listening to her gasp slightly and then grumble at him under her breath. He then reached into another drawer next to him and removed a small plastic bottle containing a lubricant. He applied it to his gloved fingers, and then quickly, without warning, he thrust his finger into her spread pussy. He explored each inch of her inside checking for any concealed items. He found nothing, but checked thoroughly none-the-less. 

She began to close her legs, and he held them open forcefully.

"We are not done yet ma'am, please remain in this position!"

"You can't be fucking serious!" She shouted. "This is a fucking outrage! If you weren't paying me triple I'd fucking leave your man high and dry!"

"Like you said ma'am, we're paying, you do what the fuck you're told!"

With that he took his lubed finger and slowly but forcefully forced it into her anus. She screamed quickly and let out a string of profanity at the man the like of which he had not heard in years. 

Satisfied that the woman was clean he stood, and asked her to get dressed, which she did quickly and silently. He turned and opened the door while she was still half naked, the other guard was at the door with her hand-bag in his hand. He entered the room and handed it to her.

"I left the condoms, lube, and vibrator in the bag, but the cosmetics, perfume, nail clipper, and wallet must stay out here until he is done with you!"

She snatched the bag from him and stared at him in the eyes. "I know how much was in my wallet, and every shred of paper in there as well. Anything missing, I rip your balls off!"

"Slut!" he spat at her.

Chapter 2

The two men lead her to the double doors and knocked on them thee even times. A green light hidden in the molding of one door turned on and the man on the left, the one who had explored the woman's body, opened the door partly and leaned his head inside. The woman could not make out what was said, but then the man opened the door fully and motioned for her to go inside. As she entered they closed the door behind her.

The woman stood looking at a large man with a round belly and balding head sitting on his bed in his bathrobe. He was smoking a large smelly cigar and had two glasses of some liquor on the night table. The room was huge, more of a medium apartment than a hotel room. The bed was a huge four-poster bed with gold posts and intricately crafted head and footboards. 

"Please sit here dear." The man said with a slight southern drawl as he patted the bed next to him. "I want to have a word with you first."

She walked across the room with a big smile on her face looking longingly at the man on the bed. She sat next to him, turned to face him with legs crossed to her side. She reached up and ran a fingernail down his ear as she looked at him. She placed the handbag on the floor next to the bed and smiled silently at him.

"I know it's your job to please dear, and I appreciate that. I just want to know if there is anything that would make you uncomfortable. I don't want to make this unpleasant for you."

She smiled a toothy smile at him, leaned over, and said in a seductive whisper. "The only thing that would make me uncomfortable is leaving without you being so satisfied that you can't stand" and with that she pushed him back on the bed and kissed him long and passionately on the mouth. As she kissed him she ran a hand down his chest, over his large belly, and down to his semi-erect cock. As she felt it grow harder she stopped kissing him and said, "I think I will be quite comfortable Sir."

She stood and slowly pulled her dress down her body. He watched with amazement as this young nubile thing stood before him. His cock grew hard and poked out of the folds in his bathrobe. She reached down to the belt of his robe and untied it, pulling the robe aside and looking down at his now rigid member. 

"They do make everything bigger in Texas, don't they?" She asked coyly. "Just relax Sir, I'll handle this."

With that, she kissed her way down his neck, over his chest, belly, and down to his pubic hair letting her breasts slide over his rigid manhood. She knelt on the floor in between his now spread legs and looked at his cock and balls. She took one of her fingers into her mouth and closed her lips around it tightly to muffle the sound of her false nail popping off. She slid the nail to the roof of her mouth and let suction keep it there. Then she stuck out her tongue, and slowly licked up the length of his engorged member, listening to him gasp and moan as she approached the head. She took him fully into her mouth, and quickly slid all she could into her. He gasped as he felt the small needle hidden in the false nail in her mouth prick the skin of his head.

"No teeth m'dear, I don't like biting." He gasped through his moans.

"Sorry Sir." She quickly said with a smile. "You're just so delicious." And she went back so sucking and licking his tool.

She played him like a harmonica, making him moan, and grasp the sheets in pleasure. She brought him to the edge of climax, and then eased him down without letting him finish. She teased him, and amazed him with techniques he had never felt before. Then she stood, looked him in the eye, and took off her panties.

"How do you want me Sir?" she asked.

"Use your imagination m'dear." He said between quick breaths.

She saw his eyes start to get a little bleary and knew the drug in the needle she pricked him with was working. All the blood in his rigid cock was now infused with a powerful narcotic that was beginning to leave him delirious. She crawled onto the bed, knelt down on all fours, and lifted her perky ass into the air while settling onto her knees and elbows.

"Take me big boy." She said to him.

He wasted no time in settling behind her, grabbing her hips, and thrusting his rigid cock into her all the way. She moaned and squealed remembering that her dispatched mentioned he asked for a woman who was loud when he called the fake escort service. She felt him thrust with all he had, and began to feel him get more urgent and forceful with his thrusts. She knew he was close to orgasm, and she was close to leaving. Finally, with one last thrust he pulled her hips back to meet him, and she felt his member swell and explode into her. He groaned and she screamed in a fake orgasm as he came. He collapsed onto her, breathing hard as she felt his cock start to go limp.

"Good night." She said to him as he fell unconscious. All the blood in his rigid penis was now back in his circulatory system bringing the drug to his heart, brain, and every other part of his body. He fell asleep fast and hard, drooling all over his face without even closing his eyes. 

"Couldn't even make me cum you fat fuck!" she muttered at him. "Now then President, we need to talk. What are you here in New York to do?"

He moaned, and groaned a little rolling his head from side to side. "To…to sell…sell the new cannon."

"What cannon?" 

"The fusion burst cannon." He said again almost too unconscious to speak.

"Who did you sell it to?" 

"I made a deal with the Pakistani representative, and the French. The American was uninterested."

"You traitorous Son of a Bitch!" She said to him through Clenched teeth. 

She took his bathrobe and wiped the cum now rolling down her thigh, then she went to the bathroom and peed out the rest along with the micro-thin latex layer she had applied before she left base. She got up, and walked back to the bed to get her clothes when she heard a knock at the door.

"Sir…SIR!" the guards voice yelled. "SIR…Comm says you look like you're in trouble, do you need us?"

The woman wondered how she could be so careless. The room must have a camera. She left her clothes, and mounted the unconscious man. Taking her fake pinky nail off she exposed another needle and injected it into the carotid artery in the man's neck. His breathing stopped almost immediately. 

She placed his now limp cock under he vagina and began rocking back and forth moaning. She turned in mock surprise as the guards kicked down the door and came in with guns drawn. She rolled off his as she heard the guns fired off three rounds, all missing her by inches. She rolled off the left side of the bed onto the floor where her handbag still lied. She opened it quickly as the men ran to get a line of fire on her and took out the vibrator. She rolled under the bed as two more bullets ripped large holes in the night table and floor. She came out the other side of the bed and thrust the hard plastic vibrator into the second mans crotch, making him wince with pain as his left testicle was ruptured. As he fell in pain she grabbed his gun from his hand and put three rounds into his chest. The other man fired with impunity hitting his now dead partner four more times, missing her once. His gun clicked empty as she sprang up from behind the bed. He put his hands up and began to back up as she shot him right through the head painting the walls red with his skull and brains. 

She quickly took his extra clips, and his jacket and put it on.. She went to the phone, picked it up, dialed ##3 and left it hanging off the receiver. Then she shot out the window, and jumped into the fire-escape ledge. She felt the shattered glass pierce her bare feet and yelled. She heard two more pairs of footsteps enter the room behind her and she hid behind the brick wall. Bullets came flying out of the window and she heard the unmistakable sound of an M-16 letting lose. She also heard a helicopter a little less than a ¼ mile away coming in fast. It would be a race. 

A man's head peeked out the window and luckily looked the wrong way. She shot it twice and heard his body hit the floor inside as he fell. As the barrel of the M-16 came out the of window she jumped from the balcony feeling the jacket fly from her body as she fell through the night air. The helicopter came over the building just as she jumped and came within reach of her hands. She grabbed the sled rail on the bottom and felt two strong hands grab her wrists. Bullets from the M-16 riddled the side of the helicopter, but did not hit anything vital. She heard the Gattling gun inside the chopper let lose with a few hundred rounds ripping the man in the window, and the entire room apart. The hand pulled her into the shopper cabin, and placed her naked body on a bench. 

"How'd it go Mel?" the middle aged man in fatigues asked her.

"I got full info Sir. It's the Pakistani's and the French, President Goodall turned it down."

"Damn!" the man exclaimed. "I was hoping the Pakistani's wouldn't have the capital. So how'd you make out?"

"I lost my wallet, and the prick was a lousy lay!"

With a laugh the chopper doors close, and the pair head home.



The Gatherers



The Gatherers: A Conquest of Sexuality

Many worlds away from earth there is a world filled with the most sexually hungry creatures know to the universe. They are called orgasmanics. I know that sounds a little silly but the actual name of the creatures spoken in their tongue is impossible to say in English. 

These creatures are very beautiful to look at. They are human in shape with the same basic sexual organs that we have but their appearance to the human eye is more like a ghost or spirit. They have the ability to change their sex organs at will depending on the conquest they are after. Although to call them male or female when they are devouring a sexual meal just doesn't do them justice. 

At the peak of their orgasm they become something like a soul sucking vampire, draining the sexual energy of their conquest to the point that their physical body turns to dust and their soul is changed forever into a reusable sort of sexual energy for the orgasmanics to draw from. Although the persons' body is drained of physical life their soul is transformed into an eternal state where it exists in a sort of sexual bliss that we as humans can only dream our sex lives could produce. 

One might think that this transformation is evil or that when the physical body is turned to dust it is murder but that is not so. The gift of eternal sexual bliss is worth the price of physical existence. None of the conquests are ever forced to enter this state. They are given a free will choice. Of course the choice is made during the greatest sexual experience of their lives and so far no one has turned it down. 

After nearly 3000 years of gathering just enough harvest to sustain their ever growing population, something unexpected happened on the orgasmanics world. A wicked being from a nearby planet was found to have been draining the sexual energy from what we would call their atmosphere. 

A great battle ensued and the wicked thief was destroyed. However, the nearly 450,000 souls he had captured were lost. Their energy returning back to Earth where they sought a new body to enter into. Now you might not think that would be so bad except that upon entering another body their sexual bliss was bound by the sexual desire of the individual they entered. This resulted in the person becoming what medial doctors call nymphomaniacs. The desire of the returning soul to feel the sexual bliss they had grown use to could only be partially realized even though the host body was engaged in some sort of sexual activity 18 hours a day.

With every orgasm and every new partner the hunger for more grew inside them until their own soul was pushed into a dark corner of their mind. Completely in control, the returning soul could influence almost every second of the host's life. 

One such victim of this invasion was a woman named Alice. Alice was a 25-year-old lawyer for a law firm in Dallas TX. From the time she was 12 and had gotten her first pubic hair and her first period she had wanted nothing to do with boys or girls. She only wanted her work. At the age of 18 she was still a virgin as she went off to college in Austin. After three years she went to Harvard Law School where she finished her degree in two years. Two years later she made partner at Douglas and Jones.

She was so into her work she had no time for a social life. Even though she was very attractive with nice plump breasts and a perfectly round ass she had never given any thought to sex except that she was not interested in complicating her life with it. 

One dark Friday night that all changed. On her way home from work she stopped by a little corner liquor store to bye some wine. On her way to the back of the store a sexually starved spirit entered her body. The experience was not unlike a woman's first experience with intercourse. It was a mixture of intense pain followed by a sense of bliss as her pussy is filled with the manhood of her lover. The difference was the spirit did not puncture her cherry. That would come later. 

As Alice regained her composure, she didn't realize what had just happened. What she did know was that her loins were throbbing like they never had before. She had heard and read about such feelings but this was her first time to feel them. She quickly went home and looked up some instructions on masturbation. After a quick study she was overcome with the desire to pleasure herself. She pulled down her pantyhose and removed her panties, letting her bushy pussy breathe the sexual air for the first time. Never having had a reason to trim her bush she found it hard to find her clit but eventually she did. The first stroke to the right place caused her legs to fly open and her head to go back. The second and third motion brought her juice flow to a full on gush. Then with a blast of orgasmic energy her body began to convulse with pleasure.

Two hours and seven orgasms later her clit had gotten so raw she was bleeding. As she passed out on the bathroom floor, the spirit inside her filled her night with sexual dreams that brought one spontaneous sleeping orgasm after another. When she finally awoke that Saturday morning she could hardly walk. After soaking in cold water for an hour she finally found relief from her passion for few hours. 

After letting her rest the spirit once again aroused the passion within Alice and wanting the feel of a man, compelled her to get dressed and go to a local bar. In less than five minutes she had picked up a nice young man eight years younger than she was. On the way to her house they stepped into a dark alley and after tearing her panties off and pulling his jeans down he began to thrust his young meat inside her. In that moment of pain as her cherry was popped, Alice was introduced to a night of fucking that she would continue for the next 20 days and nights. For most people that would be impossible but for the spirit within Alice it was a matter of sexual healing. With every orgasm her pussy would heal and make itself ready for the next one. With an endless supply of young men to devour, she went through 20 guys in 20 days.

Lest we think Alice was alone in her pleasure, it wasn't just one spirit that found a host, it was thousands of them. In fact, two houses down from hers was a man named Tom who had always been a ladies man but with the help of his spirit he was now a true sex machine. He would average six girls a night and he never ran out of cum for them. Just like with Alice his supply was renewed with each shot.

Across town was a couple named Jill and James. On their wedding night they were both taken over by spirits. For 120 hours straight his 8-inch cock plundered her tight wet pussy. Then just for a change they got in the 69 position for another 90 hours. When Jill's friend Amy came by to check on them they brought her into their bedroom and tagged teamed her until she passed out. While she was out another spirit entered her and the three of them went out on the prowl to find some innocent young meat to devour. Three days later they had gone through six men and eight women. 

All over the world the 450,000 lost spirits each found a host to invade and fulfill in some small way the desire they had for the sexual bliss they had been taken away from. The intensity of the sexual energy coming from earth made its way back to the Orgasmanics home world. Seeing the eventual harm that was sure to come to those who would fall victim to the desires of nympho's who were invaded by the spirits, the head council had to do something. 

The plan they came up with was to send 100 of their best gatherers to earth and have them hunt down the 450,000 lost souls. They were to try and gather only the lost spirit from the host and try to leave the host intact. There was no need to take the other soul as to do so would cause an overabundance of energy in their atmosphere. With no individual orgasmanics to feed the extra souls would become fat with lust and desire and would eventually try to return to earth and the problem would start again.  

With the gatherers present the council gave them instructions on what to do. To challenge them to work faster the council offered a special prize. The gatherer who returned the most spirits in the shortest time would be allowed to return to earth and select one new soul to claim as their own. As it was the older an Orgasmanic was the more souls they were allowed to draw from. The more energy they drew the more pleasure could be found. With the prize before them, the gatherers set out for earth.

A group of ten made their way to Denver where they found nearly 1000 lost spirits ravaging every thing they could get to go home with them. In one house a spirit had more than 50 girls covered in cum, naked and near death from exhaustion. After touching each one with a hand of sexual healing, a gatherer engaged the man with the lost spirit. After an intense battle of oral, anal and vaginal sex the gatherer got the advantage. Having taken the host's cock deep inside her ass the gatherer griped tight. With every third thrust he would cum inside her ass. With each shot she would suck the sexual energy of the spirit. After almost two hours of constant assault on the gatherer's ass the spirit was gathered and the host was set free. 

All over the city gatherers had their mouths on cock's and their tongues on pussies. They had their cock's inside pussies and their pussies around cock's. The glow of sexual energy lit up the city like a 1000 foot high fire. You could hear the moan's of orgasm over the noise of the city and you could feel the energy being drained from the hosts. By morning the city had been gathered and the 1000 lost spirits were on the way back to their rightful place. Each time a host was cleaned the gatherer would touch their cock or their pussy and restore them to their original state before they were invaded. 

It was almost sad to see some of the people restored. People like Alice were returned to their virgin state and the memories of their exploits were erased. Within two weeks all the spirits were gathered and returned home. When the tally's were announced it was discovered that there was a tie. One gatherer who reclaimed only male spirits and one who reclaimed only female spirits had both gathered 80,103 spirits. It was decided that they would be given the chance to convince the council which of them would get to return to earth. 

At the council meeting an act of kindness that only an Orgasmantic was capable of was performed. The gatherer who had claimed all the male spirits bowed out and gave the honor to the other. Graciously he accepted and went back to earth. 

Making his way to Dallas he watched several women he had freed for some time. All but one of them had a man or a woman in their lives and were happy with their sex lives. The one he could not resist was Alice. She had returned to her old life and was once again totally unaware of the pleasure of sexual fulfillment. For the next few days the gatherer teased Alice with dreams that never brought her to orgasm but did wake her flushed and dripping wet between her legs. 

Being a smart woman she began to read up on her condition and found it was a natural thing for a person to have "wet" dreams when they were not sexually active in any way or when they went a long period of time without sex. With just than little tease, her body began to awaken and the natural desires within her started to come to the surface. With a little reading material in her email and a TV commercial about sex lube and a hint to a guy at the office to hit on her, Alice began to realize her sexuality for the first time on her own.

The end of the week finally arrived and Alice made plans to go out to a club for the first time in her life. She had gotten an email on Tuesday advertising a personal shaver which she ordered by overnight mail. After reading the instructions carefully she took out some scissors and removed most of the hair from her crotch. Then she neatly trimmed to rest to a nice v-shape. The vibration of the shaver had caused an unexpected sensation to come over her virgin pussy. As she trimmed along the edge of her outer lips, the shaft of the razor would glide across her clit. With each pass her love button filled with blood. Not knowing what was going on she pulled herself apart and moved her clit around as she looked at it in the mirror. The sensation was very nice and like any animal her instincts took over as she began to rub herself slowly. With each pass she felt more and more wetness and heat building inside her pussy. Even though her motion was sloppy and untrained she managed to reach her first orgasm. The feeling scared her half to death at first as her legs went out from under her as she was riddled by the orgasm. 

Seeing all of this, the gatherer knew he had found his woman. That night he materialized in human form and like a magnet drew her to himself at the bar. Taking his time the two of them danced and drank the night away. Around midnight she asked him if he would walk her home. Arriving at the front door, the gatherer turned off all his charm and drawing power and allowed Alice to make her choice. She chose to ask him inside. After a few more beers and some small talk Alice asked him his name. He just told her his name was Bill and that he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. That was all it took to open her heart to her overwhelming desire to take this beautiful creature inside every orifice of her body. With a sudden move she climbed onto his lap and began to kiss him deeply. Having been accepted as nothing more than a man, the gatherer once again turned on his powers.

Gently he removed her top and her bra and spent 30 minutes just kissing and touching her ample breasts. His attention to every inch of her made her faint with desire. He knew he could bring her to orgasm with a simple stroke to her wetness but he also knew to do so would drain her too quickly. The gatherer then removed her skirt and panties. With a touch to her inner most part he "turned off" her ability to climax so that all of her energy could continue to build. Her smell was that of a woman who had been wet for hours and who had been to the bathroom many times. With a long deep lick his magical tongue cleansed her inner wetness and opened the flow of her creamy white fluid. 

As he feasted on her juices, her body would reach for its orgasm and each time she would almost cum her desire would build. Having tasted her pussy, the gatherer moved on to her ass. With a cleansing lick her tightest hole opened just enough to take his tongue inside. Not wanting to take her virginity yet the gatherer pulled Alice up to her knees so he could enter her ass from behind. As he slowly thrust himself into her, she rubbed her clit viciously trying to cum but again her desire only built up more. Having plenty of cum to spare the gatherer let her feel him explode inside her ass. As he wiped the cum from her rim she turned and took him in her mouth and sucked him like a pro until he shot another load into her wanting mouth.

By now it was almost daylight and the gatherer knew it was time to take her. Having her lay on her back he pushed her legs apart and stroked her inner thighs and parted her pussy lips. Putting two fingers inside her right up to her cherry he lightly tore the flesh so that when he entered her with his massive cock it would only hurt for a second. Then as she looked up into his eyes he released the hold he had on her orgasm and with a sudden thrust he entered her all the way to the end of his shaft. As his cock head passed through the remains of her cherry, a gush of pussy juice mixed with blood shot out on the bed. Holding for a second as she caught her breath and stretched to fit him, the gatherer released a load of pre-cum that eased the tearing within her virgin pussy. 

With each outward pull and with each inward thrust the gatherer collected her sexual energy. He knew when she came it would be over and they would have to return to his home so he went very slow. It was to no avail though as the young virgin was completely engulfed by her desire to feel the orgasm that had been building all night. With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist she thrust herself against his shaft. Like a volcano erupting inside her the orgasm of her life on earth struck with a fury. With each spasm of her pussy walls the sexual life was drained from her body and absorbed into the gatherer. With one final convulsion of pleasure her body turned to dust and her soul was gathered.

In seconds her soul was taken to the gatherer's home world and released into the atmosphere where for the next 10,000 years she would be in that state of sexual bliss that few of us ever really know. Her soul's purpose would now be to please her lover and herself endlessly. 



The Gathering



A sharp, white light burning into the core of my brain, scalding all trace of their existence . . . their very presence, as if to say "It never happened. We were never here." As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener's dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape . . . a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate on as it burns itself into my mind in place of all the memories. 

All I see is a grouping of circles. One large circle forms the perimeter of the symbol. Four circles are then contained within the major circle. Somehow I know that all four inner circles are the exact same size. One of the circles is directly in the center of the outer circle. The remaining three circles form a triangular pattern, their centers lying upon the circumference of the center circle and their own circumferences coincident with the outer circle. This is the shape that haunts me in these days before Halloween. This is the shape that seers its brand into my mind like a cattleman's stake of claim, as if to label me as someone's property. If my mind would only let me focus on that thought long enough to realize its heavy truth. 

But alas, I cannot. 

The Gathering is upon me, once again. 

My body reacts in violent protest to images that fade from my memory like cold breathe on a winter's night. Bracing myself up on sweat-soaked arms, my heart pounds madly in my chest and my lungs pump furiously as if to fight off suffocation. Perhaps that is not such an unusual physical response. Staring around the room I feel trapped somehow; pinned inside the plain white walls and ceiling and floor. On the recesses of my memory I catch a fleeting image. A single brief shape. 

A grouping of circles. 

My body shudders suddenly from the cold of the room and my sweat-covered body. At least that's what I tell myself. Tossing off the sheets and climbing out of bed I decide to go for a midnight jog. 

Well, not quite midnight, but whose counting? 

The cool night air feels much better on my mind and skin than I'd thought and my fears eventually drift away. All, that is, save one. 

That damn grouping of circles. I find myself staring at generic patterns in an attempt to make some sense out of it. The Martins' mailbox post and its wrought-iron rings. The Thompsons' doorknocker. All are subtle reminders of that image, so that eventually I find myself anxious to once again crawl back into the sanctity of my bed and try and forget the dream. 

Entering the apartment-complex parking lot I throw my arms above my head and walk around in a slow circle so that my blood can settle down for a bit before I make my way up the stairs. Suddenly the light to one of the rooms across the lot from mine comes on and I can barely make out two figures dancing with each other. Wishing that I could enjoy the same kind of intimate relationship I decide to let my blood simmer inside and stomp quietly up the stairs, if that is even possible. 

Opening my door I toss the keys onto the kitchen counter and say a few soothing words to Oliver, my old gray Tabby, before wandering back to my room and stripping off my sweaty clothes. As soon as I've finished I realize that I can see directly into the room with the light on and the two figures are still dancing. Taking out a pair of binoculars that I'd bought for the weekend college football games, I steal a glance into the window and am stunned when I see two extremely beautiful women dancing with each other. One is slightly taller than the other, possibly due to a pair of fuck-me pumps, but I can't tell from where I'm standing. Her tight black dress stops just below the cleft of her ass and the tiny straps that drape over her shoulders can barely restrain the bulge of her cleavage. Her hair is shoulder length and black, and as she tosses it to the side, to get it out of her face, a brief note of recognition flashes in my mind. But it is forgotten as soon as it appears. Then I take in her partner. This one is clad in a low cut skirt that doesn't fall much lower than the dress of her friend. She also has on a spaghetti strap top, much too small for her full upper body figure, and, as a result, flashes a great deal of her stomach and cleavage. Her dark red hair cascades almost seductively down the curve of her back, ending just above the curve of her ass. 

Immediately I realized that I was sporting a rigid erection as the two fondled each other through their clothes and I found myself tempted to stroke it a little in tribute to their little show. Then I realized what I was doing and that if anyone else was watching me watch these two girls that I could get in some serious trouble. Shaking my head I put down the binoculars and opted instead for a nice cold shower to sooth my racing heart and blood. 

Resting my weight against the wall of the shower beneath the showerhead I exhaled harshly as the cool water ran down my face and shoulders, relieving some of the tension, but not enough for comfort. Just then I heard someone knocking at my door and I cursed stupid people everywhere for the late-night interruption. The knocking became louder and more aggravated just as I stepped out onto the bathroom floor and threw a towel around my still-drying waist. 

"Yeah, I'm coming. Keep your shorts on!!!" I yelled down my hallway. Stomping through the apartment I didn't even bother to check the peephole in the door before slinging it open madly. Which is why I found myself standing there in my doorway in nothing but a towel on and my next-door neighbor staring wide-eyed, with her fist hanging in mid-air where the door should have been. 

Awkwardly she and I both stuttered out apologies as the embarrassment of the situation dawned on us both. She too was caught off-guard I soon realized as she stood in my doorway in just a white t-shirt, and it appeared nothing else. 

"D-did you want something?" I asked, trying to hurry the situation along so that we both could return to our respective comfort zones. 

"Oh. Yes. Right!" She flustered. "I heard a noise outside my door and stepped out to check it and the door locked behind me. Can I use your phone to call the landlord for a replacement?" 

"Uh . . sure!" I answered a little too quickly and hopefully. 

Stepping aside I let Julia walk by, stealing a quick peak at the hint of her butt beneath her shirt as her hips swayed back and forth. Julia was a cute little number; a little bit shorter than most of the girls that I knew, but her pert little ass and tits more than made up for it. Her short blonde hair, cut off just below the ear, finished off her tiny stature, making her appear all the more innocent. 

"Phone's in the kitchen." I called as I closed and locked the front door and turned on the living room light. I went and sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. while I heard her talking to the landlord in the next room. Again my eye was caught by movement from the apartment across the way and I found myself gawking as the redhead had the other girl bent over, on all fours, and was pumping her from behind madly with a solid black strap-on. Again I felt an erection stirring and I immediately sat back down on the couch and focused on the T.V. I knew that I was pitching a tent beneath the towel, but I hoped that it would die down before Julia returned and I completely embarrassed myself. 

Just then I heard the phone hit the receiver and Julia came stomping into the living room as she sulked down into the seat across from me. 

"That was the landlord and he says that he doesn't have a copy of my apartment key. Says that he gave me the copy a few months ago when I was having the remodeling done and that I never gave it back to him. So now I've got to wait till the morning for a locksmith. I hate to ask you this, but could I stay here tonight?" 

On any other day I would have considered myself the luckiest man on earth. A beautiful girl, begging to spend the night in my apartment with nothing but a thin white t-shirt and a towel to separate us. But right then I wanted to release the tension that had been building up in my balls for the past few minutes. But, I did what the nice guy would do. 

"Sure Julia, you can take the bed and I'll take the couch, just give me a bit to go get a change of clothes and you can have it." Standing up I started my walk to the back bedroom when Julia suddenly spoke out loud. 

"Oh my god, would you look at those two women!" 

Turning I found myself mesmerized as the two women were now locked into a violent and passionate sixty-nine position, their heads and legs vibrating with an intensity that I've never seen before. I was hypnotized by their lustful sex act. That is, I was until I felt something warm wrapping around the shaft of my cock. 

"Well, I guess you did get a good look at those two women." Said Julia as she gently stroked the length of my cock that was pushing the towel away from my body. Following the length of her hand from the shoulder I saw it vanish at the bottom edge of the towel and my legs began to give a little as she stroked my shaft deliciously. 

"But that looks much too uncomfortable. Let's let you relax a little bit." Julia added just before grabbing one of the seams of the towel and pulling it so that the self-made wrap unraveled and piled into a heap at my feet. There I stood, transfixed as I stood naked before her, my cock pointing out towards her face, like a divining rod. When I saw her lick her lips my heart skipped a tiny beat as I held my breathe in anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen. 

"I usually don't do this for just any guy, but this once I'll make an exception." And having said that she resumed her stroking rhythm upon my member and slowly and appreciatively began to lick the tip of the head. Tilting my head back I leaned back against the back of the chair that she was sitting in as she continually devoured my head into her hot, moist mouth, running her tongue around the base of the head in tight-fitting circles. Stealing a glance I saw her pull her shirt up and over her hips as her free hand found a warm place between her legs, rubbing small circles around her clit as she savored the taste of my never-ending pre-cum. 

"This is hurting my neck a bit dear, why don't you move your leg up here so I can really get down to business." 

Following Julia's lead I let her lift my right leg up and place my foot up on the armrest of her chair, spreading my legs wide before her, my cock pointing straight out from my crotch with its characteristic upward curvature. 

Reaching forward Julia took the base of my shaft into her hand, encircling it with her forefinger and thumb as she pressed her lips against my head. Slowly as she pushed her head forward I watched inch by inch of my head, and then shaft, vanish between her full pink lips. All the while her tongue ran back and forth along the underside of my cock, moistening it as she went to make it easier to swallow. 

Glancing downward I could still see her finger working away at her pussy, only now she had two fingers side by side thrusting in and out of her opening, making loud slurping noises with each penetration. Once she'd pulled the entirety of my cock into her mouth she slowly started pumping her head back and forth, using her tongue to drive me closer and closer to outright insanity. Hungry with lust after so many years of abstinence I could help but relish the delicious feel of her mouth and tongue. Placing my hand on the back of her head I grabbed a handful of hair and proceeded to thrust my shaft in and out of her pretty lips. 

Removing her lips from my cock with a loud popping sound Julia took my slick shaft in her hand and proceeded to stroke it very slowly as she lowered her head and whipped her tongue out onto my balls. I moaned loudly in response as her tongue toyed with each of the balls, before she finally swallowed one of them in between her lips. Gently she suckled on the solitary nut as her hand continued its treatment of my shaft. Then she moved her tongue down and started tonguing the region of my balls closest to my ass. The sensation was peculiar at first, almost like a tickle. But soon she had me moaning in outright ecstasy. Finishing with my balls, Julia trailed her tongue back up my shaft, stopping just south of the head where she placed her lips and began to suckle powerfully, as if to give my cock a hicky. Intense pleasure shot through me as she did this, whipping her tongue out between sucks to cool the nerves a bit. Then, satisfied with her work, Julia slid her lips back over the rim of my cock and sucked it in. 

Just then I looked up and caught a glimpse of the two women across the way, their bodies thrashing around wildly as they ground their pussies together in a wildly energetic climax. Julia chose this time also to begin her own orgasm as her body began to tremble noticeably on the chair and a muffled moan vibrated against my cock. Then as if to add one more chime to the chorus, I heard the hour bell go off on my alarm clock signaling that it was midnight, and I lost it. 

My head felt like it was swimming through a river of warm jell-o as my cock twitched inside Julia's mouth and six large jets of cum erupted inside her mouth. Soon after I fell off of my cloud and realized that large droplets of sweat were running down my back. I too realized that Julia was moaning deeply on the chair in front of me and was still pumping my slowly softening cock in and out of her mouth. Sighing and wiping my forehead I let my foot fall back off the chair, forcing my cock to slip out of Julia's mouth, which elicited a short-lived pout. Stumbling backward I found myself collapsing onto the couch as every ounce of energy that I had drained out of my body. My eyes felt heavy and droopy as I felt myself nodding off to sleep. 

Then I felt Julia climbing onto the couch on top of me. 

"I'm sorry Julia. I don't think I can go another round." 

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around me. "Who said you needed to? Are you satisfied?" 

"And how!!" I yelled. 

"Well, so am I." She giggled again. "Now get some sleep, you've got a long day tomorrow." 

I started to ponder the curious nature of Julia's words just before I found myself once again trapped within the dream that had awoken me earlier that night. And throughout the many times that I woke up beneath Julia's sleeping body, the only constant was that damn grouping of circles. 

The next morning I awoke to find myself alone except for Oliver, who made a very dramatic show of being hungry when he realized that I was awake. Stumbling half-blind to the kitchen I poured him a small bowl of dry mix and saw the note from Julia thanking me for the wonderful bed to sleep on and a few other pleasantries. Rubbing my hand through my hair I tossed on a pair of boxers and had a quick shave and shower. Then I ate a quick bowl of Cheerios and threw some clothes on in an effort to keep myself from seeing those circles. Those damn circles. But everywhere that I went . . . they were there too. 

Until finally I'd had enough of it. Flipping the switch to my computer on I sat down and typed in the search "circles", which of course gave me nothing even close to what I wanted. So then I decided to focus my search in on patterns. "Circular patterns" also came up with nothing substantial, but I did notice a link referring to archaic symbols and patterns. Adding that kind of branch to my search came up with a huge list of sites that gave me some general information, but nothing specific enough for my needs. But I looked through most of the sites for a few hours, taking the chance that I might come across something meaningful. 

And finally, some time around 10:00 a.m. I got lucky. On a site almost at the bottom of the search results list there was a page detailing mathematical symbols and their pertinence and importance in ancient archaic languages and magiks. The last part of what the page talked about scared me slightly, possibly because of my recent nightmares. 

Magiks? 

The symbol that I had seen in my dreams belonged to a family of similar symbols known as tetragrams because of the grouping of four equally sized geometric shapes in symmetric respect to each other. When I thought of the definition the symbol of the pentagram immediately flashed into my mind and I could only imagine how that one symbol must also belong to a larger "family" of symbols, but because of its repeated appearance in witch mythology it had come to hold the family name as its own. 

Next I tried to find a bit more by typing the search "tetragram" but again I came up with nothing. I tried a few more related terms to no avail and finally gave up to the fact that I'd discovered all that I could online. To find out anything else of importance I'd have to take my search to the library. 

Throwing on a baseball cap and my backpack I locked the door to my apartment and jogged down the stairs and hopped into my car, revving it up and shifting it into a gear. 

"Excuse me! Could you wait a second!" came a woman's voice behind me. Turning I saw the redhead from the window across the parking lot. Shifting the car into neutral I waited for her to run up to my car in a pair of high heels and another low-cut skirt and top. 

"Excuse me but you wouldn't happen to be going to campus would you?" she asked me, with obvious need in her tone. "My roommate left this morning without me because I slept in and if I don't make it to work on time this time I'm out of a job." 

I let a minute sigh escape my lips before I caught a brief flash of her cleavage as she bent over to readjust one of her heels. At the very least I'd get to ogle her for a bit, at a much closer view than before, so I agreed. 

"So where to on campus?" I asked as she tossed her purse in beside her. 

"Oh I work at the campus library." She informed me. 

"Well, you're in a lot of luck this morning. I was headed there anyway." I said with a quick smile. Smiling back she closed the door and I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road. 

"So did you and your roommate have a fight this morning or something?" I asked. 

"Do what?" She almost jumped at my question. 

"Your roommate? Is that why she left this morning without you? Did you two have an argument?" 

"Oh . . . heh . . . yeah." She blushed slightly. "We had a bit of a tiff this morning and she stormed out and left me stranded." 

"Well, I guess your misfortune is my fortune, huh." I said as I gave her my best charming smile. 

Turning slowly towards me she flashed me one of those "give me a break" glances and said, "You're not one of those guys who thinks that just because you're giving me a ride that I'm going to fuck you, are you?" 

Her open and blunt honesty caught me by surprise. "Bu . . . well, I . . . uh . . .No, of course not." I said as I stared straight ahead. 

"Damn, that's too bad, cause I'm really frustrated right now and that would be a terrific way to start the day." 

Staring straight ahead silently I cursed myself, unwilling to press further to find out whether she was just joking or being serious. 

Finally, after a quiet remainder of the way to the library, we arrived and she almost leapt out of the car before I even had a chance to park it. Reaching over the seat she grabbed her purse and turned to trot away before she stopped and turned around to face me. Leaning over she moved in close to my ear and her hand clutched the bulge in my pants. 

"You know, I'd have let you fuck me if you'd just asked." Then with a smile and slight squeeze she was jogging off towards the library, leaving me with an aching erection and a head full of confusion. Shaking my head, I took my backpack out of the backseat and locked my door and made my way into the library. 




The Gathering



Celestial Reviews Rating: 10, 10, 10
Top 15 Stories of May, 1996: #1
Top 100 Stories of 1996: #27

:: for J & F ::

I have to recount this particular fantasy as probably my most exciting. It was certainly the most arousing.

* * * * *

Kathryn's visit to town was, of course, a welcome event. It seemed like a year since I had gone to Hartford to visit her, though it had only been two months, now it was her turn to visit me. I had picked her up at the airport and brought her back home on Thursday night, where we knoshed on fresh shrimp and dry grape soda. After that, we made passionate love and fell asleep in each other's arms. All in all, a pleasant reunion. But it was only the beginning...

After spending Friday at work, meeting my co-workers and watching us put on our afternoon show, we went out for pizza with the gang. Everyone seemed to like Kathryn a lot and we all had a good time - not to mention great pizza - and then we headed back home. Once again we made love, hotter and more passionate then Thursday night's loving. I came inside her twice before we curled up to sleep. As I drifted off, she was still shuddering from her own orgasms.

The next morning, someone knocked on the door at 9:00. I struggled to pull my sweats and a t-shirt on and staggered to the door. Kathryn had exhausted me. I looked through the eyepiece and was surprised to see my friends Kevin and Nancy from Bloomfield. I unlocked the door and invited them in.

"Thanks for the warning." I said, smiling as I hugged them. It had been quite a while since I had seen them.

"You told us Kathryn was coming this weekend, remember?"

I admitted that I didn't remember. Then again, I did have other things on my mind.

I asked them to make themselves at home while I woke Kathryn up and we got ready. I shut the bedroom door and slipped over to the mattress on the floor. I looked at Kathryn's nude form laying there. Her long reddish brown hair, full, beautiful breasts, smooth silky bottom and the thick, dark forest between her legs. I began kissing her cheek and moved down to her neck. She stirred and turned her chest into mine, brushing her bosoms against it. She opened her mouth and drew mine to it in a deep, passionate kiss. She urged me on top of her and my growing erection slipped into her mound. I pumped slowly in and out of her as she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"What a way to wake up."

"I'd keep it down a little if I were you. Nancy and Kevin are out there."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise, but I coaxed her mind back on to what we were doing with a deep thrust inside her loins. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her passion built towards a crescendo inside her hips. I felt her tightening up around my penis and I began to concentrate on my pleasure. Kathryn's was obviously intense enough and she started to buck. I thought about how deep I was inside her and how it might look when I come inside her. Then, as she let out a passionate gasp and I exploded. I began to spurt inside her and her vagina clasped me tightly. We both shuddered as our climaxes overtook us. Only after we collapsed against each other did I begin to wonder if Nancy and Kevin had heard anything. Nah, probably not. The TV was on, after all.

I should have known better. They told me later they were listening at the door. What friends.

Kathryn and I showered and dressed. I brought her out and introduced her to them. They had already seen her picture some time ago and had both told me how beautiful they thought she was. I guess shouldn't have been surprised when Kevin and Nancy both hugged her warmly. Kathryn blushed. I'm sure she wasn't used to their style at all.

I'd known Kevin for almost six years and Nancy for about one. Kevin had an unusual style, which put a lot of people off, but he was the kind of guy who would be there before you even knew you needed help. He was taller than me, about 6'4", with a strong build. He had shaggy, long brown hair and sported an equally scraggly beard. Despite this, though, he had a penetrating stare and I found him, well, sexy. Of course, that isn't the sort of thing I spread around.

Nancy was such a contrast to Kevin, being very small in stature. She was about 5'2" or so, long brown hair, sensual eyes, a nice medium chest and a fine bottom. Aside from getting me hard whenever she was around, she had this perfectly arousing purr. Oh, what a woman.

The four of us decided to hit China Coast for lunch, then headed for Kevin and Nancy's favorite place, the City Zoo. Kathryn seemed to be having the best time. I noticed that both of my friends were spending a lot of time with her as we went around. I caught Kevin giving her light shoulder rubs from time to time (I had forgotten to tell Kathryn that he was a professional masseuse and that Nancy was his student - facts which would be the start of our surprising, yet exciting weekend).

After we left the zoo we decided to see a movie, so I suggested the Hollywood Bar and Filmworks. We first went to Union Station and had a good dinner, then walked over to the Hollywood and got our tickets for "Color of Night". God what a sexy film. During the first lovemaking scenes, I felt Kathryn's hand wandering along my leg and up along my crotch. She felt how hard I was and winked at me, then smiled sexily. I let my hand explore her legs as well, then up between them, where she was hot from all the action on the screen. She let out a soft moan and I noticed Kevin and Nancy watching her.

Later on I was paying more attention to the movie when Nancy slipped into the seat next to me. Kevin moved next to Kathryn and was rubbing her shoulders - she was in good hands. We talked a little bit until another of the passionate sex scenes came up. I was getting really hot and so, apparently, was Nancy. She reached under the table and stroked my hand. Her skin was so soft and her touch was so sensual. I wanted so much to grab her and kiss her, but no, not there - though the desire was hard to resist. Then Nancy didn't make it any easier. Her hand slipped from my hand and slid up my leg. I stiffened as she began to explore the front of my pants and clasped my erection in her little hand. I gently moved my hips. On the screen was a hot and steamy shower scene and I imagined Nancy in the shower with me, her body soaked with moisture, stroking my member with her hands, then her body, and finally with her mouth. I almost came in my pants when I heard Kathryn moan quietly. I turned my head quickly and saw that Kevin's hand was under the table, cupping the hot bulge between her legs. He was rubbing her firmly and she was moving her hips slightly. I could see that distant look on her face as she closed her eyes and imagined something wonderful. We were all hot by the time the movie ended, so it's probably best that it ended when it did. We had to get out of there.

On the way home Kevin sat in front and Kathryn sat in back with Nancy. Nan had seemed really tired after the movie and it was about 16th and Lafayette when I looked in the rearview and saw something beautiful. Nancy lay sleeping in Kathryn's arms, curled up against my lover's ample chest. Kathryn's arm was draped around the small woman and she herself lay back into the corner of the back seat and was snoozing. I nudged Kevin and he looked in back, then turned to me with a smile. It was such a lovely, sexy sight.

* * * * *

When we reached the apartment we piled in and everyone crashed. I turned the air conditioning back on, went to the bathroom, then went into the bedroom to change into a cooler shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror as I took off my shirt and wondered about what had happened at the bar. I realized I was getting hard and took off my pants. I grabbed a pair of my sweats and started to put them on, but stopped as I saw my penis poking out of my boxers. I slipped my underwear down and looked at myself fully in the mirror. I tried to imagine Nancy on her knees in front of me, taking my erection lovingly in her hands and stroking it from base to tip and back. Then kissing it as she would reach back to stroke my testicles, finally slipping the head into her hot, wet mouth. I shuddered at the though of this happening with Kathryn watching and growing hot herself. I quickly pulled my boxers back on and climbed into my sweats and t-shirt, then tucked my erection down and headed for the living room.

I had intended to sit and cuddle with Kathryn, but I was rather astonished to find the coffee table moved away, the cushions from the couch scattered around, and my sweet Kathryn lying on her stomach on the couch. Kevin sat next to her and was in the midst of a rather aggressive massage of her back and shoulders, while Nancy was working on the calves of her bare legs. I knelt on the floor next to Nancy and observed her administrations to my girl. Nancy looked at me, smiled, and winked, then went back to work. I got up, moved around to the front of the couch, and knelt next to Kathryn's head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, allowing soft moans of pleasure and relaxation to come out.

"Enjoying yourself, are we?"

Her eyes blinked open and she smiled.

"Absolutely. You didn't tell me they were so talented."

"I didn't think you would be interested."

"In what? A massage?" she asked.

"Nevermind." I responded, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Kevin's hands had reached her hips and he proceeded to rub her behind, which shocked her and caused her to lift her head, so her lips met mine and I grabbed her head to hold it for the length of the kiss. Kevin's attentions to her bottom continued as Nancy moved up to join him. Four hands explored and caressed her ass through her shorts. I continued to kiss her and let my hand wander down towards her breast, squeezing it until she gasped in pleasure. Kevin and Nancy watched and smiled as I pleasured my lover's chest. Her nipple was hard as a rock. Pinching it made Kathryn buck her hips and shove her tongue into my mouth. I pulled my mouth away from hers and began to ravage her face, then her throat, then the back of her neck, working down her back. I stopped at the top of her bottom, where my friends were still caressing her gently. I slipped my own hand into the fray and stroked the crease between her cheeks. She moaned as I slipped it further down, brushing her anus through her clothing. She wiggled her hips while I rubbed her. Nancy smiled as I took her hand and guided her fingers to my lover's sensitive spot. The young woman took delight in her new job and continued to rub Kathryn's anus while I slid my fingers down into the cleft of her buttocks. My lover continued squirming as my fingers probed her hot spot. She spread her legs and I pushed harder against her mound. She began to moan and she was getting wetter by the second. I took Kevin's hand and placed it against Kathryn's sex and he took over for me. My friends were always so helpful.

I kissed my way up Kathryn's ass and started to lick the bit of bare skin exposed by her shirt slipping from her shorts. She jumped and gasped. Her hips began to move around even more. Kevin and Nancy continued their pleasuring of her body while I tugged on my lover's shirt. Kathryn lifted her chest and allowed me to pull it free from her shorts, then slip it up past her breasts and over her head. She lay back on her stomach and I went back to licking her skin up along her spine and rubbing her shoulder blades. When my mouth reached it, I unhooked her bra and let the straps lay beside her, then went about all the kissing, licking, and caressing that I had to do.

Meanwhile, Nancy and Kevin were experimenting with their new jobs. I watched as Nancy nuzzled against Kathryn's ass, kissing it through the fabric of her shorts. Kevin pressed into Kathryn's mound even harder, causing my girl to make her crotch even wetter. His fingers found the slight bud of her clitoris and began to press there. She squealed as the first waves of orgasm began to make themselves known. Nancy smiled at Kevin and they switched jobs. Kevin began kissing her anus through her shorts as Nancy rubbed her mound furiously.

I started to bite my lover's neck as I heard her breathing building up. Kathryn started to turn. She rolled onto her back and clutched her bra to her breasts. Kevin didn't miss a beat and dropped his head between her open legs, pressing his face into her crotch and making her thrust up against it. Nancy caressed Kevin's head and neck while he feasted on my girl's sex, then reached up and started to undo her shorts. I pulled Kathryn's hands away from her breasts and slowly slipped her bra cups down off her chest. She blushed furiously as her bare breasts were exposed to my friends. Kevin didn't break, but Nancy oooo'ed at the sight of her full chest and taught nipples. She reached up a hand after unzipping Kathryn's shorts and caressed her right breast. I kissed my lover and reached a hand down to join Nancy. We both massaged her breast, squeezing her bosom, tugging the nipple, and generally making Kathryn moan. I pulled my mouth from hers and moved down to her breast, kissing all around Nancy's diligent fingers on my lover's chest. Kat was pumping her hips now and our attention was drawn to Kevin as he pulled Kathryn's shorts down and off. We all looked and admired the thick bulge in her panties and the small tufts of pubic hair the poked out along the inside of her thighs. We could all smell her scent of arousal and realized that we, too, were as aroused as she was. Kevin began to lower his head back between her legs, but I nudged him back. I knew Kathryn was still nervous and I wanted to be the first one to attend to her, to put her at ease.

Nancy moved up to Kathryn's chest and Kevin knelt beside her hips. I lowered my head between her legs and began nuzzling her sex through her panties. I smelled her hot, desiring scent and could no longer resist the urge to remove the last obstruction between my passion and hers. I slid my hands down under her ass and grabbed the elastic of her panties and pulled. They came down quickly in back, but moved slowly in front as they revealed the forest of hair covering her mound. Finally I pulled them past her knees and off her feet. Kevin and Nancy looked admiringly at her hair, lips, and the tip of her pink clitoris. I pushed her legs open and parted her labia with my hands. Her sex opened to me, allowing me to see up into my lover's body. It was so wet and pink and dark inside. I was so moved my her beauty that I dove down on her and she screamed in pleasure as my tongue plunged into her. I grabbed her hips as she began bucking against me. It wasn't long now.

Kevin reached in and began to stroke my lover's clitoris while I ate her sex and Nancy started caressing Kathryn's breasts. My friend's small mouth moved toward my lover's bosom. It was such an exciting sight to witness Nancy suckling Kathryn's breasts like an infant. Kat's hand reached up to caress Nancy's hair and back while she sucked. Her gasps came quicker and she exploded suddenly when my finger began to probe her anus. Kathryn gasped my name as I shoved everything into her as deep as I could. Kevin rubbed her clitoris faster and faster and Nancy began to tug at her nipples. My lover bucked and bucked as she came. A torrent of her juices flowed down my face. It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

Nancy caressed Kathryn's face as she began to calm down. One hand remained on Kathryn's breast, massaging it. Kat smiled at Nancy and my friend leaned over and softly kissed my lover on the mouth. The two exchanged the kiss for only a few moments, but it was like forever I was later told. Her chest continued to rise and fall deeply as she sat up on her elbow and reached out for me. I moved up between her legs and leaned over her to kiss her deeply. She grabbed me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. As we kissed she tugged at my shirt, removing it. Then her hands went for my sweats, but she couldn't get them down. As I started to sit up to pull them down, someone was already doing it. Kevin pulled them down, boxers too, past my ass and to my knees. With help from Nancy, who looked with a smile at my erection, he completely removed them from me. Kathryn looked at Nancy, who reached out and touched my penis, and reached out her own hand as well. The two women caressed my sex. Kathryn stroked it back and forth and Nancy reached back and caressed my testicles. I moaned softly. Kevin reached down between Kat's legs and caressed her still-wet sex, spreading her lips open. Nancy pulled my penis away from Kathryn's hand and pointed it down towards my lover's mound. She rubbed the head against Kat's clitoris. My erection tingled in Nancy's grip, her soft hands arousing me immensely. Then she pushed it down into my lover's sex. Kevin reached in and grabbed my cock. It felt so good to have his hand gripping me. He put the head all the way inside Kathryn and caressed me back and forth a little bit. Then, on my own, I pushed forward into her and slid in all the way up to my balls. Kat and I gasped at the same time. Kevin and Nancy looked at each other and grinned.

"Looks like they're going to have fun."

I began thrusting in and out of Kathryn steadily. We moved into a rhythm of passion, which was already heated up by our experience with my friends. I felt hands caressing my back as I moved. Nancy was working her way down my back as Kevin worked his way up Kathryn's chest. His mouth clamped to her breast and Kat groaned. Nancy's fingers explored the valley between my buttocks, stroking down towards my anus. My buttocks shook with each thrust of my phallus into my lover's canal of passion. Nancy's touch aroused me all the more and I grunted when I felt her finger begin to penetrate my ass. I must have felt very tight around her finger because I gripped her with my anus as soon as I felt her enter me. Then her mouth found its way to my bottom and she began licking me all over. Soon her finger was joined by her tongue. It was such a strange feeling having her tongue inside my ass, so warm and pleasant. So fiery. Her other hand wandered down to my balls, squeezing them in time to my thrusts. Oh God, I was so close to exploding.

Kevin's explorations and caresses had brought Kathryn equally far. His mouth had been on every inch of her bosoms and now it worked its way up to her throat, biting her gently. One hand slid around her neck and held her head while the other slid from her breast towards our joining. When it arrived it began stroking her clitoris. He was kissing her neck now and working up to her mouth. Kat opened wide and took Kevin's tongue hotly inside. Watching them kiss made me thrust faster and deeper. Nancy's finger wriggled around inside me and her mouth soaked my balls. I was about to climax.

The two of us were bucking hard together. Kevin's tongue was deep in Kat's mouth and his fingers dance roughly over her clitoris. Two of Nancy's fingers were buried deep in my ass and her mouth was sucking on my balls. My cock was throbbing inside my lover and her vagina was squeezing me tightly. Finally I let go and began to come.

"Oh God, Kathryn! Oh oh oh! God, I'm coming! Uhhhhnnn! Oh, I love you!"

Nancy felt me pulsing inside my loins and her mouth tightened around my balls. I bucked passionately inside of Kathryn until the tip of my cock hit her cervix. She moaned into Kevin's mouth and they broke from the kiss so she could scream her ecstasy.

"Oh Patrick, oh God. Yes! God it's so good!"

I pounded into Kathryn, grinding my pelvis against hers as I came. Nancy squeezed my balls and shoved her finger as deep as she could inside me. My whole member swelled and semen squirted out of me against the entrance to Kat's womb. Wave after wave of white liquid gushed out and splattered against her cervix. Nancy felt it all through my anus and wriggled her finger around as it passed. My pleasure endured for long minutes, even after every drop of my cum was spent inside Kathryn. Finally we collapsed, my chest pressed against her breasts. Nancy pulled her finger from my bottom and Kevin pulled his hand out from between us. He caressed my back and hips and Nancy began to caress Kathryn's face and arms. I remained inside my lover for quite a long time until we were both calm enough to move. We shifted around on the couch so that I lay beside her on my side and Kathryn lay on her back. I wrapped my arm around her just below her breasts and lay my head on her shoulder. Kevin and Nancy looked at us. Nancy leaned over Kathryn and kissed her on the mouth, then moved her mouth to mine. It was such a warm feeling. Then Kevin kissed Kathryn passionately. When they broke, he lifted his mouth to mine. I hesitated for a moment, then gave in to desire and kissed him warmly as well. It was a very pleasant feeling. I lay my head back down and rested, brushing my hand lightly against Kat's breast. Then we watched as Nancy and Kevin decided to entertain us...




The Gathering



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They removed their clothes quickly, wasting no time because they were so hot. When they were down to their underwear they grabbed each other and kissed passionately. Kevin deftly removed Nancy's bra, which fell to the ground when they broke. Kathryn and I both expressed our admiration for her beauty by moaning softly and smiling at her. She had the most gorgeous round breasts I have ever seen. Kevin's hands covered them and squeezed them firmly. She moaned loudly. Kevin kneaded them as her hands went to his briefs and pulled. He released her breasts and allowed her to kneel down and remove his shorts. Again we gasped in admiration as Kevin's huge erection sprang out from its restraint. The rumors I had heard were true. At least 9". I couldn't believe the sudden urge I had to have it in my mouth. Almost as strong was my urge to guide it into Kathryn's waiting sex. What Kathryn thought of it, I don't know, but her eyes were drawn to it the whole time that Nancy pleasured him.

Nancy's mouth encircled the head of his cock and worked it down towards the base. Her hand clutched at his thick, hairy scrotum, rubbing his testicles to make him moan. All along she slid her mouth back and forth on his penis, making him buck his hips. We were wondering when he was going to burst, but Nancy stopped sucking him and drew her mouth slowly away, licking the underside of his glans as she did so. Then Nancy lay back onto the shag rug, spreading her legs to reveal the moist front of her panties. We could see the darkness of her pubic hair through them, especially where they were soaked. Kevin lay down and put his head between them, kissing her inner thighs, her tummy, the elastic, then he planted a big kiss on the front panel and she moaned, then he removed her underwear, sliding his hands over her ass as he did so. I was finally seeing her hot sex, the one I had dreamed of for so long. Her lips were already parted in her excitement and we could both see her inner pinkness. I leaned over and whispered to Kathryn.

"God she's so beautiful."

Kathryn turned her head to me. "I've never really thought about another woman's body until today. She's so beautiful. I can't believe I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"I'm glad you're thinking about it." I told her and kissed her warmly just as Kevin was burying his face into Nancy's pelt.

Kevin licked his girlfriend deep inside her sex, stroking her clitoris with his thumb and fingering her tiny asshole with his finger. Nancy was bucking like mad when she exploded, showering his face with her cum. She was gasping his name, begging him to screw her. As Kevin mounted her my hand slipped down to Kat's hot steamy sex. Two of my fingers entered her as Kevin's cock penetrated Nancy's tight sex. He held himself above her with his strong, muscular arms. His pelvis moved back and forth firmly and aggressively as he screwed Nancy. Kathryn shifted her hips and moved against my hand as we watched Kevin's penis, long and hard and wet with Nancy's juices, sliding in and out of her wet, dark forest of hair. Her ass thrust against him and her small breasts shook every time his balls impacted with her anus. My cock grew hard against Kathryn's thigh while we watched them. Her hand came down to caress me as I thrust lightly against her flesh. I continued massaging her sex while my friends made love.

Kevin and Nancy moved to a crescendo of passion. Nancy climaxed under him, her small sex clasping his erection like a vice. Her moans and cries moved to a deep sensual purr. Kevin's balls tightened and his member burned inside Nancy's sex until, finally, he let out a howl of ecstasy and exploded inside of her. His hips and buttocks jerked with each spasm he felt and cum spurt out of his cock into his lover. He kept pumping into her as he continued coming. I could imagine his juice spurting out from the tip of that huge, beautiful cock, and hitting the walls of Nancy's vagina, filling her totally. They both must have been in heaven.

They stayed joined for a while, then slowly parted. Kevin's penis, even limp, was still an impressive sight. He lay next to Nancy and caressed her and kissed for a while. I had stopped masturbating Kathryn, as she had come when Kevin did, but her hips and thighs and sex were still quivering with passion. When she finally caught a breath, she gasped.

"That was beautiful." she managed to say. The rest of us smiled and I leaned over and kissed her. It was proving to be a night for fantasies coming true. If I was lucky, my deepest fantasy would rear its head before the night was done.

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I fixed some drinks for everyone and passed them out. It felt strange walking around my apartment nude with more than Kathryn around, but I was getting used to it. Kevin was sitting back in one corner of the couch with Nancy sitting back between his legs and I sat at the other end with Kathryn nestled between mine. It seems modesty was no longer a concern for Kat.

We talked for a half-hour or so while we relaxed, then things began to heat up again when Nancy began talking about how beautiful Kathryn was and how wonderful it was to watch us making love. We both blushed and told them the same thing. Then Kathryn mentioned how beautiful she thought Nancy was and how she found it so strange that she was only beginning to think about being intimate with another woman. Nancy smiled and thanked Kathryn for the double compliment, then leaned forward and touched her cheek, turning her blushing face. Kathryn worked up her nerve again (she had kissed Nancy in the heat of passion before, but now she felt a little ill-at-ease) and tried to accept Nancy's warm mouth with pleasure. Their mouths touched lightly for a second, then Kathryn pressed more firmly. Their hands held each other's heads as the kiss grew deeper. Nancy began to press her chest against Kathryn's, so I moved out from behind my girl and let her fall back into the cushions. Nancy fell on top of her, hardly seeming a weight to Kat, and pressed her lovely breasts into my lover's own. Kevin slipped off the couch as Nancy moved completely between Kathryn's legs. The two women were suddenly lost in their own world and Kevin and I slipped away into our own.

As we watched Nancy moving back and forth against Kat, Kevin and I began pleasuring ourselves, stroking our cocks to hardness. I watched him squeezing himself up and down the full length of his member, admiring its tremendous size. In turn, he began watching me caress my own. Then our gazes drifted back to the women, who had begun exploring. Nancy's mouth moved down to where her hand had been kneading Kat's bosom. Her mouth opened and she clamped it down on the nipple, sucking and tugging at my lover's flesh. I began to beat myself faster. Nancy felt Kathryn's wet sex pressing against her stomach and her moans drove Nancy downward. She came to Kat's pubic hair, with its little notch of skin at the top, and began nuzzling it. The scent of sex began to fill the living room as Kathryn anticipated the touch of Nancy's mouth. Seconds later she felt Nancy's tiny, hot tongue drawing circles around her clitoris. Kat raised her hips against Kevin's girlfriend and felt the tongue drop down into her deep canal. Nancy's thumb moved to Kat's clitoris while her tongue slid up and down her slit. Occasionally she would dip down to stick it into the pucker of Kat's anus, roll it around, then slide it back into her sex. She bobbed her head up and down, licking faster and faster. She clasped Kathryn's hips and Kat clasped Nancy's head and held it between her legs. She was pumping rhythmically against her new lover.

Kevin and I were getting pretty far along now, stroking ourselves, when I relaxed my grip and reached slowly towards Kevin. He released his cock and I gently reached my hand out for it. I wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking up and down. It was so warm and firm in my hand. I was finally holding a man's cock in my grip and it was wonderful. Kevin lay back and let me stroke him full out. I reached over with my other hand and caressed his big balls. He spread his legs and began to pump his hips. I kept on beating him up and down and he moaned. The girls broke for a moment and watched just as I was positioning myself between his legs and lowering my mouth toward his cock. I anticipated the moment that I was to first taste a man's penis. I flicked my tongue along his testicles and they tightened. I drew my tongue up along the underside of his erection, going up and down, then drew it around the head. Finally, I opened my mouth and dropped in onto his cock. Kevin groaned deeply as I began to suck his member. I massaged his balls more firmly and he bucked, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. It was so unreal, my fantasy coming true. His cock was like a part of me. It was such an experience and I don't think it could have been with a better person. I had always felt this act would have to be with a person I cared for, and there were few that I cared for as much as Nancy and Kevin.

We heard Kathryn's cries as she climaxed in Nancy's mouth. She pulled Nancy's face deep into her muff and cried out as she bucked. Then she collapsed, spent, in front of Nancy. I pulled my mouth from Kevin and he took the opportunity to stand up. He turned to face me and put his hand on my head and pulled it back towards his cock. It was still wet with my saliva and it slid back in easily and pleasantly. I grabbed his ass and began sucking on it passionately.

Kathryn had sat up and was cuddling with Nancy, exchanging soft kisses and exploring a little, when Nancy guided Kat's mouth towards her own breast. Kathryn opened her mouth in anticipation of a new experience and plunged it over Nancy's soft bosom. She groaned loudly and clutched Kat's head as they went back, my girlfriend falling between her legs. Kathryn had become very aggressive now and was ravaging Nancy's breasts, sucking hard on her nipples and biting them. Nancy was purring loudly and wrapped her legs around Kat. Once again they began gyrating together.

Kevin's hips thrust back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. My hand wandered back from his balls toward his ass. I parted his cheeks and worked my finger up into his anus. He was hot inside and I could feel him tightening his muscle around me. I gave him more intense pleasure by shoving my finger in as far as I could, then he growled passionately and I felt his cock swell in my mouth. Mmmmm. He was so close.

I glanced over to see that Kathryn was lowering her face between Nancy's legs. I wondered how she had worked up the courage. She had a hard time just going down on me. But Kathryn nuzzled Nancy's pubic hair, taking in the scent of her partner's arousal, then gently licked her clitoris. She tried it again and, apparently liking it, she lowered her tongue into Nancy's delicate sex. The passion built from there and Nancy's purrs could be heard throughout the room. Kat grabbed her lover's bottom and squeezed and Nancy flew into an ecstatic frenzy as she came. She mewed as she exploded into an incredible orgasm, showering Kathryn's face with her juices. A glow of pure passion and caring filled the area around the couch. And that is what sent Kevin over the edge.


I fingered Kevin's anus deeper and squeezed his balls. He howled with pleasure and released his load. I slipped my hand from his balls and started pumping his cock as he climaxed. I let it slip from my mouth as the head of his dick swelled and exploded. I felt him pulsing in his ass and suddenly cum squirted out from the tip of his member and splattered on my face. The second spurt shot into my mouth and more and more of it came out, either into my mouth or on my face and chin. It was pure heaven to me, knowing I had made Kevin come. He continued to buck as the droplets ceased, though his anus still pulsed with pleasure. He finally relaxed and knelt down. Nancy got up from the couch and came over to me, presenting her sex for my administrations. Kevin stood up and dragged his spent body over to where Kathryn was and crashed beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and nuzzled her neck while I buried my semen-covered mouth and chin into Nancy's waiting sex. It looked like the evening was going to continue to be interesting and surprising.

* * * * *

Nancy groaned as I ate her burning, wet sex. I clutched her ass, kneaded her buttocks, and fingered her anus. She ground her pussy into my face. Kevin coaxed Kathryn to spread her legs. She sank down against the back of the couch and opened herself wide to his mouth and tongue, which he plunged into her. She grabbed his head and held it there as her already burning sex began to quiver. Kevin licked and fingered everything so hard and fast that she burst within just a few seconds, drawing our attention to them. Kevin coaxed Kat off the couch and on to her hands and knees, leaning her over the seat of the couch. Kevin began kissing, licking, and biting her ass. His tongue slid down the valley between her buttocks and stopped to explore her wet anus. He parted her buttocks and slid his tongue deep inside. Kathryn groaned and moved her hips. Kevin plunged fingers into my girlfriend's sex and pumped in and out of her. Kathryn's head was spinning from all the pleasure she was receiving that night.

Nancy pushed me back and straddled me. She moved her sex over my cock and began to lower herself onto it. I grasped her hips and helped lower her down. It was incredible feeling her tight vagina surrounding me. She began to move up and down while I reached up and massaged her bosoms. Then she lowered them so I could feast passionately on her soft fruit. Our gyrations became more intense. We were sweating so much from all our activity. I felt my cock growing and the pressure building inside my balls. I was going to burst within Nancy.

Kevin rubbed the head of his cock around Kat's ass. She felt it push partway inside her anus, just the head, and she moaned, but it was obvious that he was much too big for her ass and he withdrew. He slid it down another inch to her moist and heated sex and plunged it into her. Kathryn had never felt anything so big inside her before and she cried out in shock and pleasure. Kevin grasped her hips and began pumping her from behind, his balls stroking her clitoris. Kat felt the bomb ticking inside her sex. 

I felt a twinge coming on as I started to lift Nancy off the ground. I clutched her buttocks as the moment began. I was starting to throb and Nancy was already pulsing. Her juices flowed down over my balls as she came and I began to erupt inside her. Semen spewed out of me and into her hot sex. She felt me spurting inside her, my seed mixing with Kevin's. She tightened her vagina around me during my final pulses and fell forward to thrust her mouth against mine. We kissed passionately as my cock grew limp inside her. I knew Kathryn and Kevin had to have been watching and I was desperately wondering what Kat was thinking about seeing me screw this beautiful young woman. Eventually Nancy slipped from me and we lay watching Kevin pump in and out of my girlfriend. It was a beautiful sight, seeing Kathryn pleasured by such an enormous cock. Her cries aroused my cock once again. I stirred to move over to them, but Nancy had beaten me and was already there, licking and kissing Kevin's ass. Her tongue danced over his balls and she was sucking them when I got there. I began kissing Kevin's ass as well, dropping my tongue to his anus. I licked around his hole, then pulled him open wider and slid my tongue up inside him. He moaned and pushed deeper into Kathryn. I slid a finger inside his bottom and began driving it in and out. Nancy gripped my cock and guided it towards Kevin's anus. I pulled my finger from him and held his hips. Nancy worked the head of my penis inside her boyfriend and I pushed forward. He ceased his thrusting until I was all the way inside his hot ass, then he renewed his assault on Kat's pussy. I helped him fuck my girlfriend, driving his dick into her mound while driving my dick inside him. It was incredible making love to my friend like this. He was so warm and wet inside and I felt pleasure building inside me. Nancy was fingering my ass and playing with my balls as I screwed Kevin. We all pumped together. Then Kevin stopped.

I pulled out of him and he moved away from Kathryn. She slipped away from the couch and collapsed on her back, smiling at me so passionately. As if she had been waiting for me to come back to her. She spread herself wide open to me and Nancy, after cleaning me thoroughly, guided me into my lover's sex. It was such a warmth of passion and love that I felt when I entered Kat's body that I grabbed her for a deep kiss as I began my thrusts. Oh, it was so good to be back inside her again. We ground together, moaning our passion to each other and going on about how wonderful our partners had been. Suddenly, I felt Nancy's fingers spreading my anus open. I felt the tip of Kevin's cock as it began to push up into me. I raised my ass to him and he plunged himself all the way inside my ass. I almost screamed at the sheer size of his erection inside me. He pumped in and out of me, giving me such incredible pleasure. I began to feel my own pleasure coming on and he seemed to be building himself. Nancy stuck her hand between me and Kathryn and started to stroke her stiff clitoris. Kathryn stroked Nancy's pussy in return, slipping fingers in and out of her sex. I let Kevin thrust me into Kat as he thrust his own cock into me. I felt him, so hard and hot inside my rectum. I felt so close to both my my friends. I know now that I could never have done it with anyone else, it had to be them. I began moaning.

"Oh God, Kathryn. God it feels so good. Oh, Kevin, fuck me. Make love to me. Oh!"

Kevin stiffened up and began thrusting deeper and more passionately. Kathryn began bucking against me as my cock and Nancy's hand made her come. Her lubricant spilled out all over my balls as she came and Nancy did the same as she came into Kathryn's hand. I felt my prostate contracting with Kevin's cock pressing against it inside my ass. Kevin could feel me pulsing inside as I bucked into my lover and started coming. What little semen I had left started shooting out of my cock and into Kathryn's love canal.

"Kath-ryn! I love you!" I screamed.

Kevin let go inside me and I felt warmth spreading throughout my rectum. His cum shot all around the walls inside my ass. He squeezed my hips as he came, his balls throbbing and his cock spurting. His eyes were closed as he came and there was a look of intense satisfaction on his face. It was the closest I have ever felt to anyone save Kathryn. When it was done, and every drop of semen was spent from Kevin's cock, we didn't want to part. It was quite some time before we did and when we did, we knew we were too tired for more and crawled into the bedroom and collapsed on the mattress and fell asleep.

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I woke the next morning, Kathryn in my arms and Nancy in Kevin's. I staggered to the bathroom and started the shower. As I began to climb in, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I looked around in I saw Kathryn. She smiled and tacitly followed me into the shower. We cleaned each other thoroughly and talked a lot about the night before. We were both aching from all the sex, but the experience had been incredible. She told me how close she felt to my friends, especially Nancy, and that she was very moved by the whole experience.

"The only thing is, I would never want any of it without you. After all that we did, the best part was having you back inside me."

I smiled and leaned in to her for a kiss. "That's exactly how I felt."

We finished our shower and dried each other off. Nancy and Kevin were up and we let them shower while Kathryn and I made breakfast. After a filling breakfast they had to go. We took a long time hugging and kissing good-bye. I told them both how much I loved them and they returned the sentiment about both of us. We all parted with the memories of an incredible experience and new feelings in our hearts. It was a night that Kathryn and I will always remember and long treasure. Hopefully they will come and visit us in our new home soon. I am sure we can find time to make another exciting and pleasurable weekend.




The Gathering



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Patrick Donovan

Amateur Romantic E-rotica

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The Gathering



:: for J & F ::

I have to recount this particular fantasy as probably my most exciting. It was certainly the most arousing.

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Kathryn's visit to town was, of course, a welcome event. It seemed like a year since I had gone to Hartford to visit her, though it had only been two months, now it was her turn to visit me. I had picked her up at the airport and brought her back home on Thursday night, where we knoshed on fresh shrimp and dry grape soda. After that, we made passionate love and fell asleep in each other's arms. All in all, a pleasant reunion. But it was only the beginning...

After spending Friday at work, meeting my co-workers and watching us put on our afternoon show, we went out for pizza with the gang. Everyone seemed to like Kathryn a lot and we all had a good time - not to mention great pizza - and then we headed back home. Once again we made love, hotter and more passionate then Thursday night's loving. I came inside her twice before we curled up to sleep. As I drifted off, she was still shuddering from her own orgasms.

The next morning, someone knocked on the door at 9:00. I struggled to pull my sweats and a t-shirt on and staggered to the door. Kathryn had exhausted me. I looked through the eyepiece and was surprised to see my friends Kevin and Nancy from Bloomfield. I unlocked the door and invited them in.

"Thanks for the warning." I said, smiling as I hugged them. It had been quite a while since I had seen them.

"You told us Kathryn was coming this weekend, remember?"

I admitted that I didn't remember. Then again, I did have other things on my mind.

I asked them to make themselves at home while I woke Kathryn up and we got ready. I shut the bedroom door and slipped over to the mattress on the floor. I looked at Kathryn's nude form laying there. Her long reddish brown hair, full, beautiful breasts, smooth silky bottom and the thick, dark forest between her legs. I began kissing her cheek and moved down to her neck. She stirred and turned her chest into mine, brushing her bosoms against it. She opened her mouth and drew mine to it in a deep, passionate kiss. She urged me on top of her and my growing erection slipped into her mound. I pumped slowly in and out of her as she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"What a way to wake up."

"I'd keep it down a little if I were you. Nancy and Kevin are out there."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise, but I coaxed her mind back on to what we were doing with a deep thrust inside her loins. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her passion built towards a crescendo inside her hips. I felt her tightening up around my penis and I began to concentrate on my pleasure. Kathryn's was obviously intense enough and she started to buck. I thought about how deep I was inside her and how it might look when I come inside her. Then, as she let out a passionate gasp and I exploded. I began to spurt inside her and her vagina clasped me tightly. We both shuddered as our climaxes overtook us. Only after we collapsed against each other did I begin to wonder if Nancy and Kevin had heard anything. Nah, probably not. The TV was on, after all.

I should have known better. They told me later they were listening at the door. What friends.

Kathryn and I showered and dressed. I brought her out and introduced her to them. They had already seen her picture some time ago and had both told me how beautiful they thought she was. I guess shouldn't have been surprised when Kevin and Nancy both hugged her warmly. Kathryn blushed. I'm sure she wasn't used to their style at all.

I'd known Kevin for almost six years and Nancy for about one. Kevin had an unusual style, which put a lot of people off, but he was the kind of guy who would be there before you even knew you needed help. He was taller than me, about 6'4", with a strong build. He had shaggy, long brown hair and sported an equally scraggly beard. Despite this, though, he had a penetrating stare and I found him, well, sexy. Of course, that isn't the sort of thing I spread around.

Nancy was such a contrast to Kevin, being very small in stature. She was about 5'2" or so, long brown hair, sensual eyes, a nice medium chest and a fine bottom. Aside from getting me hard whenever she was around, she had this perfectly arousing purr. Oh, what a woman.

The four of us decided to hit China Coast for lunch, then headed for Kevin and Nancy's favorite place, the City Zoo. Kathryn seemed to be having the best time. I noticed that both of my friends were spending a lot of time with her as we went around. I caught Kevin giving her light shoulder rubs from time to time (I had forgotten to tell Kathryn that he was a professional masseuse and that Nancy was his student - facts which would be the start of our surprising, yet exciting weekend).

After we left the zoo we decided to see a movie, so I suggested the Hollywood Bar and Filmworks. We first went to Union Station and had a good dinner, then walked over to the Hollywood and got our tickets for "Color of Night". God what a sexy film. During the first lovemaking scenes, I felt Kathryn's hand wandering along my leg and up along my crotch. She felt how hard I was and winked at me, then smiled sexily. I let my hand explore her legs as well, then up between them, where she was hot from all the action on the screen. She let out a soft moan and I noticed Kevin and Nancy watching her.

Later on I was paying more attention to the movie when Nancy slipped into the seat next to me. Kevin moved next to Kathryn and was rubbing her shoulders - she was in good hands. We talked a little bit until another of the passionate sex scenes came up. I was getting really hot and so, apparently, was Nancy. She reached under the table and stroked my hand. Her skin was so soft and her touch was so sensual. I wanted so much to grab her and kiss her, but no, not there - though the desire was hard to resist. Then Nancy didn't make it any easier. Her hand slipped from my hand and slid up my leg. I stiffened as she began to explore the front of my pants and clasped my erection in her little hand. I gently moved my hips. On the screen was a hot and steamy shower scene and I imagined Nancy in the shower with me, her body soaked with moisture, stroking my member with her hands, then her body, and finally with her mouth. I almost came in my pants when I heard Kathryn moan quietly. I turned my head quickly and saw that Kevin's hand was under the table, cupping the hot bulge between her legs. He was rubbing her firmly and she was moving her hips slightly. I could see that distant look on her face as she closed her eyes and imagined something wonderful. We were all hot by the time the movie ended, so it's probably best that it ended when it did. We had to get out of there.

On the way home Kevin sat in front and Kathryn sat in back with Nancy. Nan had seemed really tired after the movie and it was about 16th and Lafayette when I looked in the rearview and saw something beautiful. Nancy lay sleeping in Kathryn's arms, curled up against my lover's ample chest. Kathryn's arm was draped around the small woman and she herself lay back into the corner of the back seat and was snoozing. I nudged Kevin and he looked in back, then turned to me with a smile. It was such a lovely, sexy sight.

* * * * *

When we reached the apartment we piled in and everyone crashed. I turned the air conditioning back on, went to the bathroom, then went into the bedroom to change into a cooler shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror as I took off my shirt and wondered about what had happened at the bar. I realized I was getting hard and took off my pants. I grabbed a pair of my sweats and started to put them on, but stopped as I saw my penis poking out of my boxers. I slipped my underwear down and looked at myself fully in the mirror. I tried to imagine Nancy on her knees in front of me, taking my erection lovingly in her hands and stroking it from base to tip and back. Then kissing it as she would reach back to stroke my testicles, finally slipping the head into her hot, wet mouth. I shuddered at the though of this happening with Kathryn watching and growing hot herself. I quickly pulled my boxers back on and climbed into my sweats and t-shirt, then tucked my erection down and headed for the living room.

I had intended to sit and cuddle with Kathryn, but I was rather astonished to find the coffee table moved away, the cushions from the couch scattered around, and my sweet Kathryn lying on her stomach on the couch. Kevin sat next to her and was in the midst of a rather aggressive massage of her back and shoulders, while Nancy was working on the calves of her bare legs. I knelt on the floor next to Nancy and observed her administrations to my girl. Nancy looked at me, smiled, and winked, then went back to work. I got up, moved around to the front of the couch, and knelt next to Kathryn's head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, allowing soft moans of pleasure and relaxation to come out.

"Enjoying yourself, are we?"

Her eyes blinked open and she smiled.

"Absolutely. You didn't tell me they were so talented."

"I didn't think you would be interested."

"In what? A massage?" she asked.

"Nevermind." I responded, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Kevin's hands had reached her hips and he proceeded to rub her behind, which shocked her and caused her to lift her head, so her lips met mine and I grabbed her head to hold it for the length of the kiss. Kevin's attentions to her bottom continued as Nancy moved up to join him. Four hands explored and caressed her ass through her shorts. I continued to kiss her and let my hand wander down towards her breast, squeezing it until she gasped in pleasure. Kevin and Nancy watched and smiled as I pleasured my lover's chest. Her nipple was hard as a rock. Pinching it made Kathryn buck her hips and shove her tongue into my mouth. I pulled my mouth away from hers and began to ravage her face, then her throat, then the back of her neck, working down her back. I stopped at the top of her bottom, where my friends were still caressing her gently. I slipped my own hand into the fray and stroked the crease between her cheeks. She moaned as I slipped it further down, brushing her anus through her clothing. She wiggled her hips while I rubbed her. Nancy smiled as I took her hand and guided her fingers to my lover's sensitive spot. The young woman took delight in her new job and continued to rub Kathryn's anus while I slid my fingers down into the cleft of her buttocks. My lover continued squirming as my fingers probed her hot spot. She spread her legs and I pushed harder against her mound. She began to moan and she was getting wetter by the second. I took Kevin's hand and placed it against Kathryn's sex and he took over for me. My friends were always so helpful.

I kissed my way up Kathryn's ass and started to lick the bit of bare skin exposed by her shirt slipping from her shorts. She jumped and gasped. Her hips began to move around even more. Kevin and Nancy continued their pleasuring of her body while I tugged on my lover's shirt. Kathryn lifted her chest and allowed me to pull it free from her shorts, then slip it up past her breasts and over her head. She lay back on her stomach and I went back to licking her skin up along her spine and rubbing her shoulder blades. When my mouth reached it, I unhooked her bra and let the straps lay beside her, then went about all the kissing, licking, and caressing that I had to do.

Meanwhile, Nancy and Kevin were experimenting with their new jobs. I watched as Nancy nuzzled against Kathryn's ass, kissing it through the fabric of her shorts. Kevin pressed into Kathryn's mound even harder, causing my girl to make her crotch even wetter. His fingers found the slight bud of her clitoris and began to press there. She squealed as the first waves of orgasm began to make themselves known. Nancy smiled at Kevin and they switched jobs. Kevin began kissing her anus through her shorts as Nancy rubbed her mound furiously.

I started to bite my lover's neck as I heard her breathing building up. Kathryn started to turn. She rolled onto her back and clutched her bra to her breasts. Kevin didn't miss a beat and dropped his head between her open legs, pressing his face into her crotch and making her thrust up against it. Nancy caressed Kevin's head and neck while he feasted on my girl's sex, then reached up and started to undo her shorts. I pulled Kathryn's hands away from her breasts and slowly slipped her bra cups down off her chest. She blushed furiously as her bare breasts were exposed to my friends. Kevin didn't break, but Nancy oooo'ed at the sight of her full chest and taught nipples. She reached up a hand after unzipping Kathryn's shorts and caressed her right breast. I kissed my lover and reached a hand down to join Nancy. We both massaged her breast, squeezing her bosom, tugging the nipple, and generally making Kathryn moan. I pulled my mouth from hers and moved down to her breast, kissing all around Nancy's diligent fingers on my lover's chest. Kat was pumping her hips now and our attention was drawn to Kevin as he pulled Kathryn's shorts down and off. We all looked and admired the thick bulge in her panties and the small tufts of pubic hair the poked out along the inside of her thighs. We could all smell her scent of arousal and realized that we, too, were as aroused as she was. Kevin began to lower his head back between her legs, but I nudged him back. I knew Kathryn was still nervous and I wanted to be the first one to attend to her, to put her at ease.

Nancy moved up to Kathryn's chest and Kevin knelt beside her hips. I lowered my head between her legs and began nuzzling her sex through her panties. I smelled her hot, desiring scent and could no longer resist the urge to remove the last obstruction between my passion and hers. I slid my hands down under her ass and grabbed the elastic of her panties and pulled. They came down quickly in back, but moved slowly in front as they revealed the forest of hair covering her mound. Finally I pulled them past her knees and off her feet. Kevin and Nancy looked admiringly at her hair, lips, and the tip of her pink clitoris. I pushed her legs open and parted her labia with my hands. Her sex opened to me, allowing me to see up into my lover's body. It was so wet and pink and dark inside. I was so moved my her beauty that I dove down on her and she screamed in pleasure as my tongue plunged into her. I grabbed her hips as she began bucking against me. It wasn't long now.

Kevin reached in and began to stroke my lover's clitoris while I ate her sex and Nancy started caressing Kathryn's breasts. My friend's small mouth moved toward my lover's bosom. It was such an exciting sight to witness Nancy suckling Kathryn's breasts like an infant. Kat's hand reached up to caress Nancy's hair and back while she sucked. Her gasps came quicker and she exploded suddenly when my finger began to probe her anus. Kathryn gasped my name as I shoved everything into her as deep as I could. Kevin rubbed her clitoris faster and faster and Nancy began to tug at her nipples. My lover bucked and bucked as she came. A torrent of her juices flowed down my face. It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

Nancy caressed Kathryn's face as she began to calm down. One hand remained on Kathryn's breast, massaging it. Kat smiled at Nancy and my friend leaned over and softly kissed my lover on the mouth. The two exchanged the kiss for only a few moments, but it was like forever I was later told. Her chest continued to rise and fall deeply as she sat up on her elbow and reached out for me. I moved up between her legs and leaned over her to kiss her deeply. She grabbed me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. As we kissed she tugged at my shirt, removing it. Then her hands went for my sweats, but she couldn't get them down. As I started to sit up to pull them down, someone was already doing it. Kevin pulled them down, boxers too, past my ass and to my knees. With help from Nancy, who looked with a smile at my erection, he completely removed them from me. Kathryn looked at Nancy, who reached out and touched my penis, and reached out her own hand as well. The two women caressed my sex. Kathryn stroked it back and forth and Nancy reached back and caressed my testicles. I moaned softly. Kevin reached down between Kat's legs and caressed her still-wet sex, spreading her lips open. Nancy pulled my penis away from Kathryn's hand and pointed it down towards my lover's mound. She rubbed the head against Kat's clitoris. My erection tingled in Nancy's grip, her soft hands arousing me immensely. Then she pushed it down into my lover's sex. Kevin reached in and grabbed my cock. It felt so good to have his hand gripping me. He put the head all the way inside Kathryn and caressed me back and forth a little bit. Then, on my own, I pushed forward into her and slid in all the way up to my balls. Kat and I gasped at the same time. Kevin and Nancy looked at each other and grinned.

"Looks like they're going to have fun."

I began thrusting in and out of Kathryn steadily. We moved into a rhythm of passion, which was already heated up by our experience with my friends. I felt hands caressing my back as I moved. Nancy was working her way down my back as Kevin worked his way up Kathryn's chest. His mouth clamped to her breast and Kat groaned. Nancy's fingers explored the valley between my buttocks, stroking down towards my anus. My buttocks shook with each thrust of my phallus into my lover's canal of passion. Nancy's touch aroused me all the more and I grunted when I felt her finger begin to penetrate my ass. I must have felt very tight around her finger because I gripped her with my anus as soon as I felt her enter me. Then her mouth found its way to my bottom and she began licking me all over. Soon her finger was joined by her tongue. It was such a strange feeling having her tongue inside my ass, so warm and pleasant. So fiery. Her other hand wandered down to my balls, squeezing them in time to my thrusts. Oh God, I was so close to exploding.

Kevin's explorations and caresses had brought Kathryn equally far. His mouth had been on every inch of her bosoms and now it worked its way up to her throat, biting her gently. One hand slid around her neck and held her head while the other slid from her breast towards our joining. When it arrived it began stroking her clitoris. He was kissing her neck now and working up to her mouth. Kat opened wide and took Kevin's tongue hotly inside. Watching them kiss made me thrust faster and deeper. Nancy's finger wriggled around inside me and her mouth soaked my balls. I was about to climax.

The two of us were bucking hard together. Kevin's tongue was deep in Kat's mouth and his fingers dance roughly over her clitoris. Two of Nancy's fingers were buried deep in my ass and her mouth was sucking on my balls. My cock was throbbing inside my lover and her vagina was squeezing me tightly. Finally I let go and began to come.

"Oh God, Kathryn! Oh oh oh! God, I'm coming! Uhhhhnnn! Oh, I love you!"

Nancy felt me pulsing inside my loins and her mouth tightened around my balls. I bucked passionately inside of Kathryn until the tip of my cock hit her cervix. She moaned into Kevin's mouth and they broke from the kiss so she could scream her ecstasy.

"Oh Patrick, oh God. Yes! God it's so good!"

I pounded into Kathryn, grinding my pelvis against hers as I came. Nancy squeezed my balls and shoved her finger as deep as she could inside me. My whole member swelled and semen squirted out of me against the entrance to Kat's womb. Wave after wave of white liquid gushed out and splattered against her cervix. Nancy felt it all through my anus and wriggled her finger around as it passed. My pleasure endured for long minutes, even after every drop of my cum was spent inside Kathryn. Finally we collapsed, my chest pressed against her breasts. Nancy pulled her finger from my bottom and Kevin pulled his hand out from between us. He caressed my back and hips and Nancy began to caress Kathryn's face and arms. I remained inside my lover for quite a long time until we were both calm enough to move. We shifted around on the couch so that I lay beside her on my side and Kathryn lay on her back. I wrapped my arm around her just below her breasts and lay my head on her shoulder. Kevin and Nancy looked at us. Nancy leaned over Kathryn and kissed her on the mouth, then moved her mouth to mine. It was such a warm feeling. Then Kevin kissed Kathryn passionately. When they broke, he lifted his mouth to mine. I hesitated for a moment, then gave in to desire and kissed him warmly as well. It was a very pleasant feeling. I lay my head back down and rested, brushing my hand lightly against Kat's breast. Then we watched as Nancy and Kevin decided to entertain us...




The Gathering



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They removed their clothes quickly, wasting no time because they were so hot. When they were down to their underwear they grabbed each other and kissed passionately. Kevin deftly removed Nancy's bra, which fell to the ground when they broke. Kathryn and I both expressed our admiration for her beauty by moaning softly and smiling at her. She had the most gorgeous round breasts I have ever seen. Kevin's hands covered them and squeezed them firmly. She moaned loudly. Kevin kneaded them as her hands went to his briefs and pulled. He released her breasts and allowed her to kneel down and remove his shorts. Again we gasped in admiration as Kevin's huge erection sprang out from its restraint. The rumors I had heard were true. At least 9". I couldn't believe the sudden urge I had to have it in my mouth. Almost as strong was my urge to guide it into Kathryn's waiting sex. What Kathryn thought of it, I don't know, but her eyes were drawn to it the whole time that Nancy pleasured him.

Nancy's mouth encircled the head of his cock and worked it down towards the base. Her hand clutched at his thick, hairy scrotum, rubbing his testicles to make him moan. All along she slid her mouth back and forth on his penis, making him buck his hips. We were wondering when he was going to burst, but Nancy stopped sucking him and drew her mouth slowly away, licking the underside of his glans as she did so. Then Nancy lay back onto the shag rug, spreading her legs to reveal the moist front of her panties. We could see the darkness of her pubic hair through them, especially where they were soaked. Kevin lay down and put his head between them, kissing her inner thighs, her tummy, the elastic, then he planted a big kiss on the front panel and she moaned, then he removed her underwear, sliding his hands over her ass as he did so. I was finally seeing her hot sex, the one I had dreamed of for so long. Her lips were already parted in her excitement and we could both see her inner pinkness. I leaned over and whispered to Kathryn.

"God she's so beautiful."

Kathryn turned her head to me. "I've never really thought about another woman's body until today. She's so beautiful. I can't believe I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"I'm glad you're thinking about it." I told her and kissed her warmly just as Kevin was burying his face into Nancy's pelt.

Kevin licked his girlfriend deep inside her sex, stroking her clitoris with his thumb and fingering her tiny asshole with his finger. Nancy was bucking like mad when she exploded, showering his face with her cum. She was gasping his name, begging him to screw her. As Kevin mounted her my hand slipped down to Kat's hot steamy sex. Two of my fingers entered her as Kevin's cock penetrated Nancy's tight sex. He held himself above her with his strong, muscular arms. His pelvis moved back and forth firmly and aggressively as he screwed Nancy. Kathryn shifted her hips and moved against my hand as we watched Kevin's penis, long and hard and wet with Nancy's juices, sliding in and out of her wet, dark forest of hair. Her ass thrust against him and her small breasts shook every time his balls impacted with her anus. My cock grew hard against Kathryn's thigh while we watched them. Her hand came down to caress me as I thrust lightly against her flesh. I continued massaging her sex while my friends made love.

Kevin and Nancy moved to a crescendo of passion. Nancy climaxed under him, her small sex clasping his erection like a vice. Her moans and cries moved to a deep sensual purr. Kevin's balls tightened and his member burned inside Nancy's sex until, finally, he let out a howl of ecstasy and exploded inside of her. His hips and buttocks jerked with each spasm he felt and cum spurt out of his cock into his lover. He kept pumping into her as he continued coming. I could imagine his juice spurting out from the tip of that huge, beautiful cock, and hitting the walls of Nancy's vagina, filling her totally. They both must have been in heaven.

They stayed joined for a while, then slowly parted. Kevin's penis, even limp, was still an impressive sight. He lay next to Nancy and caressed her and kissed for a while. I had stopped masturbating Kathryn, as she had come when Kevin did, but her hips and thighs and sex were still quivering with passion. When she finally caught a breath, she gasped.

"That was beautiful." she managed to say. The rest of us smiled and I leaned over and kissed her. It was proving to be a night for fantasies coming true. If I was lucky, my deepest fantasy would rear its head before the night was done.

* * * * *

I fixed some drinks for everyone and passed them out. It felt strange walking around my apartment nude with more than Kathryn around, but I was getting used to it. Kevin was sitting back in one corner of the couch with Nancy sitting back between his legs and I sat at the other end with Kathryn nestled between mine. It seems modesty was no longer a concern for Kat.

We talked for a half-hour or so while we relaxed, then things began to heat up again when Nancy began talking about how beautiful Kathryn was and how wonderful it was to watch us making love. We both blushed and told them the same thing. Then Kathryn mentioned how beautiful she thought Nancy was and how she found it so strange that she was only beginning to think about being intimate with another woman. Nancy smiled and thanked Kathryn for the double compliment, then leaned forward and touched her cheek, turning her blushing face. Kathryn worked up her nerve again (she had kissed Nancy in the heat of passion before, but now she felt a little ill-at-ease) and tried to accept Nancy's warm mouth with pleasure. Their mouths touched lightly for a second, then Kathryn pressed more firmly. Their hands held each other's heads as the kiss grew deeper. Nancy began to press her chest against Kathryn's, so I moved out from behind my girl and let her fall back into the cushions. Nancy fell on top of her, hardly seeming a weight to Kat, and pressed her lovely breasts into my lover's own. Kevin slipped off the couch as Nancy moved completely between Kathryn's legs. The two women were suddenly lost in their own world and Kevin and I slipped away into our own.

As we watched Nancy moving back and forth against Kat, Kevin and I began pleasuring ourselves, stroking our cocks to hardness. I watched him squeezing himself up and down the full length of his member, admiring its tremendous size. In turn, he began watching me caress my own. Then our gazes drifted back to the women, who had begun exploring. Nancy's mouth moved down to where her hand had been kneading Kat's bosom. Her mouth opened and she clamped it down on the nipple, sucking and tugging at my lover's flesh. I began to beat myself faster. Nancy felt Kathryn's wet sex pressing against her stomach and her moans drove Nancy downward. She came to Kat's pubic hair, with its little notch of skin at the top, and began nuzzling it. The scent of sex began to fill the living room as Kathryn anticipated the touch of Nancy's mouth. Seconds later she felt Nancy's tiny, hot tongue drawing circles around her clitoris. Kat raised her hips against Kevin's girlfriend and felt the tongue drop down into her deep canal. Nancy's thumb moved to Kat's clitoris while her tongue slid up and down her slit. Occasionally she would dip down to stick it into the pucker of Kat's anus, roll it around, then slide it back into her sex. She bobbed her head up and down, licking faster and faster. She clasped Kathryn's hips and Kat clasped Nancy's head and held it between her legs. She was pumping rhythmically against her new lover.

Kevin and I were getting pretty far along now, stroking ourselves, when I relaxed my grip and reached slowly towards Kevin. He released his cock and I gently reached my hand out for it. I wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking up and down. It was so warm and firm in my hand. I was finally holding a man's cock in my grip and it was wonderful. Kevin lay back and let me stroke him full out. I reached over with my other hand and caressed his big balls. He spread his legs and began to pump his hips. I kept on beating him up and down and he moaned. The girls broke for a moment and watched just as I was positioning myself between his legs and lowering my mouth toward his cock. I anticipated the moment that I was to first taste a man's penis. I flicked my tongue along his testicles and they tightened. I drew my tongue up along the underside of his erection, going up and down, then drew it around the head. Finally, I opened my mouth and dropped in onto his cock. Kevin groaned deeply as I began to suck his member. I massaged his balls more firmly and he bucked, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. It was so unreal, my fantasy coming true. His cock was like a part of me. It was such an experience and I don't think it could have been with a better person. I had always felt this act would have to be with a person I cared for, and there were few that I cared for as much as Nancy and Kevin.

We heard Kathryn's cries as she climaxed in Nancy's mouth. She pulled Nancy's face deep into her muff and cried out as she bucked. Then she collapsed, spent, in front of Nancy. I pulled my mouth from Kevin and he took the opportunity to stand up. He turned to face me and put his hand on my head and pulled it back towards his cock. It was still wet with my saliva and it slid back in easily and pleasantly. I grabbed his ass and began sucking on it passionately.

Kathryn had sat up and was cuddling with Nancy, exchanging soft kisses and exploring a little, when Nancy guided Kat's mouth towards her own breast. Kathryn opened her mouth in anticipation of a new experience and plunged it over Nancy's soft bosom. She groaned loudly and clutched Kat's head as they went back, my girlfriend falling between her legs. Kathryn had become very aggressive now and was ravaging Nancy's breasts, sucking hard on her nipples and biting them. Nancy was purring loudly and wrapped her legs around Kat. Once again they began gyrating together.

Kevin's hips thrust back and forth, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. My hand wandered back from his balls toward his ass. I parted his cheeks and worked my finger up into his anus. He was hot inside and I could feel him tightening his muscle around me. I gave him more intense pleasure by shoving my finger in as far as I could, then he growled passionately and I felt his cock swell in my mouth. Mmmmm. He was so close.

I glanced over to see that Kathryn was lowering her face between Nancy's legs. I wondered how she had worked up the courage. She had a hard time just going down on me. But Kathryn nuzzled Nancy's pubic hair, taking in the scent of her partner's arousal, then gently licked her clitoris. She tried it again and, apparently liking it, she lowered her tongue into Nancy's delicate sex. The passion built from there and Nancy's purrs could be heard throughout the room. Kat grabbed her lover's bottom and squeezed and Nancy flew into an ecstatic frenzy as she came. She mewed as she exploded into an incredible orgasm, showering Kathryn's face with her juices. A glow of pure passion and caring filled the area around the couch. And that is what sent Kevin over the edge. 

I fingered Kevin's anus deeper and squeezed his balls. He howled with pleasure and released his load. I slipped my hand from his balls and started pumping his cock as he climaxed. I let it slip from my mouth as the head of his dick swelled and exploded. I felt him pulsing in his ass and suddenly cum squirted out from the tip of his member and splattered on my face. The second spurt shot into my mouth and more and more of it came out, either into my mouth or on my face and chin. It was pure heaven to me, knowing I had made Kevin come. He continued to buck as the droplets ceased, though his anus still pulsed with pleasure. He finally relaxed and knelt down. Nancy got up from the couch and came over to me, presenting her sex for my administrations. Kevin stood up and dragged his spent body over to where Kathryn was and crashed beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and nuzzled her neck while I buried my semen-covered mouth and chin into Nancy's waiting sex. It looked like the evening was going to continue to be interesting and surprising.

* * * * *

Nancy groaned as I ate her burning, wet sex. I clutched her ass, kneaded her buttocks, and fingered her anus. She ground her pussy into my face. Kevin coaxed Kathryn to spread her legs. She sank down against the back of the couch and opened herself wide to his mouth and tongue, which he plunged into her. She grabbed his head and held it there as her already burning sex began to quiver. Kevin licked and fingered everything so hard and fast that she burst within just a few seconds, drawing our attention to them. Kevin coaxed Kat off the couch and on to her hands and knees, leaning her over the seat of the couch. Kevin began kissing, licking, and biting her ass. His tongue slid down the valley between her buttocks and stopped to explore her wet anus. He parted her buttocks and slid his tongue deep inside. Kathryn groaned and moved her hips. Kevin plunged fingers into my girlfriend's sex and pumped in and out of her. Kathryn's head was spinning from all the pleasure she was receiving that night.

Nancy pushed me back and straddled me. She moved her sex over my cock and began to lower herself onto it. I grasped her hips and helped lower her down. It was incredible feeling her tight vagina surrounding me. She began to move up and down while I reached up and massaged her bosoms. Then she lowered them so I could feast passionately on her soft fruit. Our gyrations became more intense. We were sweating so much from all our activity. I felt my cock growing and the pressure building inside my balls. I was going to burst within Nancy.

Kevin rubbed the head of his cock around Kat's ass. She felt it push partway inside her anus, just the head, and she moaned, but it was obvious that he was much too big for her ass and he withdrew. He slid it down another inch to her moist and heated sex and plunged it into her. Kathryn had never felt anything so big inside her before and she cried out in shock and pleasure. Kevin grasped her hips and began pumping her from behind, his balls stroking her clitoris. Kat felt the bomb ticking inside her sex.  

I felt a twinge coming on as I started to lift Nancy off the ground. I clutched her buttocks as the moment began. I was starting to throb and Nancy was already pulsing. Her juices flowed down over my balls as she came and I began to erupt inside her. Semen spewed out of me and into her hot sex. She felt me spurting inside her, my seed mixing with Kevin's. She tightened her vagina around me during my final pulses and fell forward to thrust her mouth against mine. We kissed passionately as my cock grew limp inside her. I knew Kathryn and Kevin had to have been watching and I was desperately wondering what Kat was thinking about seeing me screw this beautiful young woman. Eventually Nancy slipped from me and we lay watching Kevin pump in and out of my girlfriend. It was a beautiful sight, seeing Kathryn pleasured by such an enormous cock. Her cries aroused my cock once again. I stirred to move over to them, but Nancy had beaten me and was already there, licking and kissing Kevin's ass. Her tongue danced over his balls and she was sucking them when I got there. I began kissing Kevin's ass as well, dropping my tongue to his anus. I licked around his hole, then pulled him open wider and slid my tongue up inside him. He moaned and pushed deeper into Kathryn. I slid a finger inside his bottom and began driving it in and out. Nancy gripped my cock and guided it towards Kevin's anus. I pulled my finger from him and held his hips. Nancy worked the head of my penis inside her boyfriend and I pushed forward. He ceased his thrusting until I was all the way inside his hot ass, then he renewed his assault on Kat's pussy. I helped him fuck my girlfriend, driving his dick into her mound while driving my dick inside him. It was incredible making love to my friend like this. He was so warm and wet inside and I felt pleasure building inside me. Nancy was fingering my ass and playing with my balls as I screwed Kevin. We all pumped together. Then Kevin stopped.

I pulled out of him and he moved away from Kathryn. She slipped away from the couch and collapsed on her back, smiling at me so passionately. As if she had been waiting for me to come back to her. She spread herself wide open to me and Nancy, after cleaning me thoroughly, guided me into my lover's sex. It was such a warmth of passion and love that I felt when I entered Kat's body that I grabbed her for a deep kiss as I began my thrusts. Oh, it was so good to be back inside her again. We ground together, moaning our passion to each other and going on about how wonderful our partners had been. Suddenly, I felt Nancy's fingers spreading my anus open. I felt the tip of Kevin's cock as it began to push up into me. I raised my ass to him and he plunged himself all the way inside my ass. I almost screamed at the sheer size of his erection inside me. He pumped in and out of me, giving me such incredible pleasure. I began to feel my own pleasure coming on and he seemed to be building himself. Nancy stuck her hand between me and Kathryn and started to stroke her stiff clitoris. Kathryn stroked Nancy's pussy in return, slipping fingers in and out of her sex. I let Kevin thrust me into Kat as he thrust his own cock into me. I felt him, so hard and hot inside my rectum. I felt so close to both my my friends. I know now that I could never have done it with anyone else, it had to be them. I began moaning.

"Oh God, Kathryn. God it feels so good. Oh, Kevin, fuck me. Make love to me. Oh!"

Kevin stiffened up and began thrusting deeper and more passionately. Kathryn began bucking against me as my cock and Nancy's hand made her come. Her lubricant spilled out all over my balls as she came and Nancy did the same as she came into Kathryn's hand. I felt my prostate contracting with Kevin's cock pressing against it inside my ass. Kevin could feel me pulsing inside as I bucked into my lover and started coming. What little semen I had left started shooting out of my cock and into Kathryn's love canal.

"Kath-ryn! I love you!" I screamed.

Kevin let go inside me and I felt warmth spreading throughout my rectum. His cum shot all around the walls inside my ass. He squeezed my hips as he came, his balls throbbing and his cock spurting. His eyes were closed as he came and there was a look of intense satisfaction on his face. It was the closest I have ever felt to anyone save Kathryn. When it was done, and every drop of semen was spent from Kevin's cock, we didn't want to part. It was quite some time before we did and when we did, we knew we were too tired for more and crawled into the bedroom and collapsed on the mattress and fell asleep.

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I woke the next morning, Kathryn in my arms and Nancy in Kevin's. I staggered to the bathroom and started the shower. As I began to climb in, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I looked around in I saw Kathryn. She smiled and tacitly followed me into the shower. We cleaned each other thoroughly and talked a lot about the night before. We were both aching from all the sex, but the experience had been incredible. She told me how close she felt to my friends, especially Nancy, and that she was very moved by the whole experience.

"The only thing is, I would never want any of it without you. After all that we did, the best part was having you back inside me."

I smiled and leaned in to her for a kiss. "That's exactly how I felt."

We finished our shower and dried each other off. Nancy and Kevin were up and we let them shower while Kathryn and I made breakfast. After a filling breakfast they had to go. We took a long time hugging and kissing good-bye. I told them both how much I loved them and they returned the sentiment about both of us. We all parted with the memories of an incredible experience and new feelings in our hearts. It was a night that Kathryn and I will always remember and long treasure. Hopefully they will come and visit us in our new home soon. I am sure we can find time to make another exciting and pleasurable weekend.



The Gathering



By woodmanone  copyright 2010

This story is the culmination of a trilogy that started with "The Trail West". The next section "Winterborn" took place in the same era with events that shaped and guided the characters. "The Gathering" continues in the same time frame and with the same characters and their ever changing lives.

To reacquaint the readers "The Trail West" Main Characters are Josh Kelly and Red McCall. They met on the Hobart wagon train traveling from Fort Smith Arkansas to Santa Fe New Mexico in 1862. Josh and Red worked for Mr. Hobart until they got to Santa Fe and then turned north. Jerry Barnes, whose parents had been killed during a raid on the wagon train, joined up with them for their trek to Colorado. 

After many adventures on the trail they arrived in Fountain, Colorado. This was where they befriended the Maguire family; they ended up marrying the Maguire girls, Danni and Sarah. 

Then in "Winterborn" in 1869 Dillon Gallagher left his beloved Virginia and his conniving father and took the trail west to Texas after serving in the Civil War. Traveling through Texas he found a home for a little over two years in Wichita Falls where he worked as a Deputy Marshall. Leaving Texas he traveled to Prescott Arizona where he discovered a family, the Edwards, in need of help. Dillon later married Elizabeth Edwards. He had to kill the bastard carpet bagger that had murdered her father and tried to take the Triple E Ranch from the Edwards through force.

The "Gathering" brings these adventurous souls together and completes the Trilogy of scenes from the Old West.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Constructive comments and emails are more than welcome and appreciated. Please enjoy the tale.

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"There have been a lot of changes in this town in the last eight years," Josh Kelly told his wife as they strolled past the new courthouse. "The General even renamed the place Colorado Springs. There's a big difference between this resort town and the old rough and ready Colorado City."

"The General?" Danni Kelly asked.

"General William Palmer," Josh replied. "He's a railroad man that decided that he wanted to build a high quality resort here and did it. "It's sort of a shame but he's forced most of the old saloons and bawdy houses out of business. Now the town is right civilized."

"Joshua Kelly! How do you know that there were those types of houses here?" 

"That first cattle drive here, after we sold the cattle, your father suggested that Red, Jerry, and I join him at one. He said it would be an education." Josh's tone and face was serious for all of about five seconds and then he started laughing.  "I couldn't keep from laughing when I saw the shocked look on your face."

Danni chuckled and then said, "It's not nice to tease an expectant mother."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help teas.......Wait, what did you say?"

Now it was Danni's turn to laugh at the look on Josh's face. Guess I surprised him real good, she thought. "You're gonna be a daddy again."

"When.....?"

"He'll be born with the spring calves, I reckon," Danni replied.

"He?" Josh asked.

"I've just got a feeling it's a boy again."

Josh grabbed Danni and spun her around as he hugged her. Both of them were laughing and crying at the same time. Many people standing nearby smiled at the young couple. They were a good match; Josh was 6' 1 with dark hair and a strong lean build. Danni was tall for a woman at 5' 9 with strawberry blond hair.

Their trip to what was now Colorado Springs was the first vacation that Josh and Danni had taken since they got married. It was sort of a delayed honeymoon; delayed for close to eight years, Josh said to himself. First there was combining two ranches into the Chico Basin Cattle Company; then William our son was born. Our little Maggie came along two years later, before we really had time to recover from our son's birth. Josh smiled and thought, I miss the kids but it's been nice to have Danni to myself.

The next morning Josh and Danni were ate breakfast before starting their ride back to the CBC ranch. Josh watched Danni for a few minutes and asked, "Can you ride okay? Should we rent a surrey to get back home?" 

Danni chuckled and put her hand on Josh's cheek. "You forget honey; I herded cattle with you while I was carrying our daughter. Right up until two months before she was born. I can make the ride back home okay."

Roger and Mary, a couple they had met one evening, joined Josh and Danni. Everyone ordered and got a morning cup of coffee. Roger said, "y'all still heading back home today?' At Josh's nod he asked, "Why don't you stay for another day or two?"

Mary added, "Yes please stay Danni. We can explore those new shops over at the resort."

"We'd like to but our kids are probably driving their aunt and uncle crazy by now," Danni replied. "They need rescuing, so we better get back to the ranch."

"How many children do you have?" Mary asked.

"There are two of the little hellions at home," Josh said smiling. "Our son, William Daniel is seven; he's named after his two Grandpas. Margret Molly just turned five and of course she's named after her Grandmas."

The two couples enjoyed talking as they ate breakfast but it was finally time for the Kelly's to start home. They got their horses from the livery stable, tied the two small duffels behind the saddles, and rode toward Fountain. Danni was riding Sunny, the big buckskin that Josh had ridden from Missouri and 'loaned' her before they were married; somehow the horse became her property. 

Josh was on Diablo, a bay even bigger than Sunny. Mr. Hobart had given the horse to Josh for his hard work and dedication to the wagon train that Hobart ran. The only trouble with Diablo is that he doesn't like the slow pace we used coming up here and he'll like it less on the way home, Josh thought. He planned on taking it easy, never pushing the horse past an easy lope. We got a late start so it'll be dusk by the time we get back.

They had been riding for an hour before they made their first stop. Danni helped Josh water the horses and then said, "Where are you Josh? You haven't said a dozen words since we left Colorado Springs."

He smiled at his wife and replied, "Just thinking about how far I've traveled since I left Missouri." Turning to Danni he continued, "And how lucky I've been." He pulled Danni to him, kissed her, and just held her.

"I've been lucky too," Danni replied as she put her head on Josh's chest.

Josh had left Missouri because of the Civil War and a band of guerilla raiders that were trying to force him to join them. William, his father, held off the raiders and afterwards ordered Josh to leave the area; at least until the war was over. Josh turned 18 during his trek west. He traveled to Santa Fe working for the Hobart wagon train. He met Red McCall, who would become his best friend and partner, on that wagon train.  Josh and Red also joined up with Jerry Barnes whose parents had been killed in a raid on the wagons.

The three of them had traveled to the Chico Basin area of Colorado; just east of Fountain. Josh and Red befriended the Maguire family; eventually marrying the Maguire girls, Danni and Sarah. Now Josh and Danni were parents as were Red and Sarah.

Josh, Jerry, and Red were able to buy a ranch that adjoined the Maguire's place. Shortly after Josh and Red married they formed a partnership with Daniel Maguire and combined the Maggie M and the Lazy L into one ranch named the Chico Basin Cattle Company.

Jerry and the Maguires, Daniel and Maggie, continued to live and work from what at one time had been the Maggie M. Josh, Red, and their wives stayed at the Lazy L in the big ranch house. The Lazy L part of the CBC ranch is where Josh and Danni were headed.

Danni leaned back and looked up at Josh. "I knew that we'd be together from that time you and Red rescued us from those three cowboys." 

"You did, did you?" Josh asked smiling.

"It was just a matter of waiting for you to realize where your life was headed," Danni answered and kissed Josh. "C'mon let's get on home. I want to see William and little Maggie."

They rode the horses at an easy lope for a while and then slowed to a fast walk for a bit, giving the horses some rest. Every two hours they stopped for about 15 minutes. It was close to 4 PM when they turned off the main trail to head for the ranch.

Josh and Danni had just crossed the western border of their ranch when Diablo and then Sunny got spooked. Diablo's ears laid back and he bared his teeth. Whatever bothered Diablo caused the same reaction in Sunny. The horses were too well trained to bolt and run but it was plain to Josh that's what they wanted to do.

They were able to calm the horses a little and Josh dismounted. Handing Diablo's reins to Danni he said, "I'll go see if I can find out what spooked them." Josh pulled his new Winchester Repeating rifle from its saddle scabbard. "You stay with the horses. I'll be right back."

"Not likely Mr. Kelly," replied Danni pulling her own rifle and dismounting. "I'm going with you."

"Somebody has to hold the horses," Josh tried to explain.

"Nonsense. Diablo and Sunny are trained to ground tie; they'll stay put."

"Danni something spooked them and they might run in spite of their training. Please stay with the horses," Josh requested. He knew if he ordered his wife to stay she would just ignore him. 

"Sunny would never run off and leave me." Danni started walking forward. Looking over her shoulder she continued, "If you haven't trained Diablo that well, it's your own fault. You can stay with the horses."

Josh watched her for a few steps and shook his head. Then he had to smile a little. One of the things that makes me love her so is her independence he thought. He hurried to catch up with Danni, cocking his rifle. Josh looked back at the horses and saw Diablo staring at a small grove of trees to the left; Sunny was watching Danni.

He motioned to Danni and they quietly made their way through the trees. In the clearing there were four freshly slaughtered steers within a hundred feet of each other. A huge bear was tearing chunks of meat off one of the dead animals. The killer must have made a running attack from behind the trees and caught the small herd by surprise, Josh thought. It looked up as Josh and Danni cleared the last tree. The bear stopped eating, stood up on his hind legs, and growled at them. 

"If he charges, you run for the horses," Josh said. When Danni started to argue he added, "No games this time Danni. That big son of a gun can kill you with one swipe of his paw."

After a couple of seconds Danni replied, "Yes Josh. But I expect you to be right behind me."

Josh raised his rifle, aiming at the bear. Danni raised her weapon also. The bear growled one more time and dropped back to all fours. It turned and ran toward the trees on the far side of the clearing. Josh drew a big breath as the animal ran away.

"Danni, go get the horses and bring them up please. I'm going to look at the cattle."

When she returned on Sunny leading Diablo, Josh mounted. "He killed all four of them and only took a few bites out of each one."

"Is that normal?"

"No it isn't. Let's get back to the ranch; we'll talk with Red about this after supper."

Young William was standing near the hitching rail with a lariat draped over his head and shoulders. He would have his father's build when full grown but had his mother's coloring with a wild mop of reddish blond hair. He looked like someone had tried to tie him up. William turned when he heard the horses and seeing his parents yelled, "Momma, Pa, Uncle Red's teaching me how to rope." He looked as proud as could be at his efforts.

Danni and Josh climbed down off the horses. William shucked the rope and followed closely by Maggie ran to greet their parents. Maggie would be tall also when she grew up. She had the same dark coloring as her father. Sarah McCall, Danni's sister, and her husband Red watched the family reunion from the large front porch. A few minutes later the McCall twins John and Daniel who were a year older than William ran out of the house to join the group in the yard.

There could be no doubt that the twin's father was Red McCall. Both boys were stocky with almost red hair and blue eyes; they were the spitting image of Red. Sarah was almost as tall as Red but with a slender build even after having two children. Her hair was dark and she had startling grey eyes.

For a few minutes it was a loud noisy homecoming. The two dogs were barking and the children were all talking at once explaining everything that had happened while Josh and Danni were gone. 

Sarah watched the melee for a few minutes and then called out, "You kids get cleaned up; it's time for supper.

The meal was only slightly quieter than the homecoming. Finally the children calmed down giving Red a chance to speak. "You got home a little later than I expected. Run into trouble on the trail?"

Josh replied, "Not much trouble but something real interesting. We'll talk after supper."

The children were excited by the return of Josh and Danni so it took a little longer to get them bedded down for the night. The evening was quiet and still with a Comanche Moon peeking in and out of a few clouds. Josh and Danni waited on the front porch with a last cup of coffee.

Red and Sarah came out to join them; laughing about the fuss the kids had made before going to sleep. "I know the house has four bedrooms, that's why we all live here. But if we get any more kids we gonna have to turn the guest house back into a bunkhouse," Red joked. "We'll have to build some bunk beds to sleep them all."

Josh and Danni chuckled and Danni said, "I guess you better get to building beds."

"What?" Red asked.

"Danni's gonna have a baby; should be born about spring calving season in April," Josh answered. Josh, Danni, and Sarah laughed at the surprised look on Red's face.

Red stuttered for a few seconds and said, "That's good news. I was just kidding Josh, but we could build another bedroom on the back of the house you know."

"No need to rush," Josh replied. "Maggie won't need her own room for five or six years yet. By that time the boys will be old enough to sleep on their own. We can move them into that third bunkhouse."

Red nodded, thought for a bit and asked, "What's was so interesting on your trip home that it held you up?"

Josh told him about the bear and the four steers that it killed. "It was a grizzly, a big silver tip," he explained. "I don't really mind a bear, mountain lion, or wolves killing a steer now and then. You can't blame them for doing what comes natural, but this is different."

"I think you're right," Red replied. "This griz is killing for sport, not for food. Something needs to be done."

"He's a real big animal; I'd say he's about 900 or 1000 pounds," Josh added. "This bear has run into men with rifles before. I thought he was going to charge and raised my rifle; he took off into the trees when he saw the gun."

"It's getting late, time for bed," Sarah said. "C'mon Red you two boys can talk about your bear tomorrow."

Red chuckled, "Thought I was done takin orders when I got out of the army. I just traded one superior officer for another. Good night all."

Early the next morning Josh and Red walked to the corral next to the big barn. Josh wanted to make sure that Sunny and Diablo were okay after their long ride the previous day. When they got to the corral, Danni was already there making a fuss over the two horses

Josh teased Danni that she worried more about the horses than him; she stuck her tongue out at him and continued petting and feeding the horses pieces of apple. She looked up and said, "Rider coming."

Red had also heard the sounds of a horse coming at a fast trot. He walked to the barn and pulled a rifle from its holder inside the door. The country wasn't as wild as it had been several years earlier but it wasn't tamed by any means; they always kept weapons at hand.

Charley White rode into the yard looking for Josh or Red. Charley had been the top hand at the Lazy L when Josh, Red, and Jerry had bought the place from Tom Larson's widow Nancy. The partners had made him the range boss and pretty much let him run the ranch. Josh always said that Charley may not have much book learning but he knew cattle.

When the Lazy L and the Maggie M were merged into one ranch, Charley moved over to the Maggie M; again as range boss. He helped Daniel Maguire and Jerry run the Maggie M part of the ranch. Josh, Red and their wives moved into the house on the Lazy L and took over running it. Everyone involved still called the two ranches by their old names to identify which one they were talking about.

When he saw Red and Josh at the corral Charley rode over to them. He nodded at Red and said to Josh, "We got trouble over to the Maggie M boss." At Josh's nod he continued, "Found 2 steers killed up to the head of Black Squirrel Creek. By the tracks I'd say it was a bear that done it; a big bear maybe a grizzly. But he didn't eat but a chunk or two off each animal."

Josh looked at Red as Danni came over to the corral fence. "Think it's the same one we saw Josh?" Danni asked.

"Probably is, from the sounds of it." Turning back to Charley, Josh asked, "How long you reckon those cattle have been dead Charley? 

"Sign was fresh. Steers haven't even started to bloat up yet. I'd say it happened last night or real early this morning," Charley answered.

"Okay, go up to the house and get a couple of those fresh biscuits that Sarah made and some coffee if you like Charley." The cowboy smiled and nodded his head. "After you get done with your snack head back and tell Mr. Maguire and Jerry that Red and I are goin lookin for that cussed bear early tomorrow morning."

"The Maggie M is to the east; it looks like he's headed that way Red. Danni and I saw him on the west side of the ranch yesterday."

"Maybe we should ride over to Chico Springs and come back this way," Red suggested. "That'd put us on the east border of the ranch. If he's still headed east we can follow him onto the Ambrose place."

"Makes sense to me," Josh replied." 

Danni was going to argue about Josh going after a dangerous bear but she saw the look on his face and in his eyes. You'd have better success ordering the wind around than stopping him when he in that mood, Danni thought. Instead she asked, "Are you going to ride Diablo?"

"No think I'll take Itsa instead. He's a might faster off the mark than Diablo," Josh answered. He knew Danni wanted to ask him not to go and appreciated that she didn't argue with him.

Diablo was Itsa's sire out of Lady Guinevere, a filly that Josh had bought and then gentled. Lady was one half quarter horse and passed on her short distance speed to Itsa. Diablo could run all day at a pace that would kill most horses and he passed on some of that talent to Itsa.

"Why'd you name him Itsa?" Sarah asked Josh. She had come to the corral after Charley told her about the bear.

"Itsa is Apache for eagle. He's quick like an eagle comin out of the sky after a fish and can run at a lope all day. Just like an eagle can soar on the wind for hours. Anyway, I had to name him something."

"I'm gonna take Queenie," Red explained. "She's a quarter horse and fast too. Might need that speed."

"Why? Do you expect to have to run away from this bear?" Sarah was getting worried about the hunting trip.

Red laughed a little and replied, "Naw, but we if see the griz out in the open we want to get close before he has a chance to get back under cover in the trees. Don't look forward to trackin him through a thicket." 

"As fast as Itsa and Queenie are, we should be able to catch him before he runs off. It'd sure be easier to shoot him in open country," Josh explained.




The Gathering



The whole family turned out to say good bye when Josh and Red left the next morning. They had a few trail supplies with them but didn't plan on staying out more than two or three days. It was just after first light when the men hugged their sleepy children and said good bye to Danni and Sarah.

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The morning of their second day on the hunt they were following the trail that Josh had found the previous evening just before making camp. The bear was still headed east but just before he would have passed onto the old Ambrose spread, he started to circle back to the west.

They followed the trail as it led back west for most of the day. Must be getting close, Josh thought. The horses were getting a little nervous. 

"Reckon he likes our cattle the best," Red joked. He'd noticed the horse's behavior and was a little nervous himself.

They followed the trail until late afternoon and saw the tracks turn and enter a box canyon. "Recognize this canyon?" Red asked with a small grin.

Josh returned the grin. "Yep. This is the canyon where we found the cattle that Larson stole years ago. There's no way out except past us. We got him now Red."

"I don't know what you're so happy about," Red replied. "We'll have to go into that canyon on foot; it's not big enough to get the horses turned around in a hurry if need be."

Josh pulled the Sharps rifle from the saddle scabbard. It was the same rifle he'd used hunting buffalo for the wagon train years ago. The Sharps was a breech loading single shot weapon that Josh had converted to use the new metal cartridges. He'd explained to Red that they might have to take a long distance shot if they saw the bear. "Besides it's a .50 caliber; it packs a lot more punch than my .44 caliber Winchester and I can reload real quick."

They left their horses just outside the entrance to the canyon. Both of their horses were trained to ground tie so they didn't tie them to a tree. If the bear got past them the horses could run away. Josh and Red slowly followed the bear tracks into the canyon. They were about 100 feet inside the entrance when they lost the trail; the ground was hard rock and wouldn't hold a track.

Josh was leading and stopped after losing the trail. He turned back to Red who was about 20 feet behind him. As he turned he saw movement behind Red. It was the grizzly coming from behind a pile of rubble; the bear was headed straight for Red.

"Red, behind you," Josh shouted a warning as he brought the Sharps to his shoulder.

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Dillon Gallagher stood next to his horse on a hill overlooking the ranch house of the Triple E. He had served with distinction with the 1st Regiment Virginia Cavalry and when he arrived in Prescott he had a brooding, dark, look about him.  He was 6 feet with a strong lean build. His dark hair set off his very intense blue eyes. Those eyes could welcome you as a friend or give fair warning not to cross the big man.

It's been almost a year since the carpet bagging bastard Cassidy was stopped, he remembered. It was a shame that the man had to die but he brought it on himself. The only thing I would have done different was not get shot.

Bob Cassidy had told Dillon he was going to build a cattle empire that would rival the King ranch in Texas. The problem was that he didn't care what means he used to build that ranch. The Triple E sat right in the middle of his other holdings, separating his empire, so he tried to buy it. 

John Edwards along with his wife Eleanor owned the Triple E. Their daughter Elizabeth, son Ethan, and adopted son Oso lived on and worked the ranch. John refused to sell out to Cassidy and was shot and killed shortly afterwards. Eleanor and her children knew that Cassidy was responsible for John's death but they had no proof.

When John's widow still refused to sell the ranch, Cassidy began a campaign of confrontations and assaults to force Eleanor off the ranch. Every time the Edwards came into town Cassidy's men would verbally and physically abuse them. Then Dillon Gallagher became involved.

Gallagher was from Virginia and served with the Confederacy during the Civil War. He fought in spite of not believing in slavery; he fought because he did believe in the people's right to run their own state instead of the Federal Government telling them how to live.

After General Lee surrendered in April of '65, Dillon didn't return to his home in Richmond. He didn't want to be there for the punitive actions of the Union against the southern states. His hatred of the Northern Reconstruction efforts in the south, the Yankee regulators, and the carpet baggers that raped the southern states was deeply ingrained.

Dillon had looked for a job as a ranch hand. He accepted a job with Cassidy but once he learned the man had been one of those Union regulators he refused to work for him. After he stopped two of Cassidy's men from roughing up 12 year old Ethan Edwards, Dillon told Cassidy in no uncertain terms what he thought of him. He also made it plain that he was going to work for the Triple E.

While working for the Edwards he had several run ins with Cassidy's men. He saved Elizabeth from a severe beating almost killing a man with his bare hands. Dillon and Elizabeth slowly fell in love and got married. Shortly after the wedding Cassidy killed some of the stock at the Triple E and challenged Dillon to meet him in town.

But Dillon was confronted by Cassidy's hired gun Bill Wilson outside of town limits. Wilson was killed and Dillon was wounded but he continued to his meeting with the self styled empire builder. Just before he began his ride into Prescott, Dillon had told his family that it was time to put an end to Cassidy.

He confronted Cassidy and his two men even though he was light headed and swaying from the gunshot wound in his side. As one of Cassidy's men drew his gun, a rifle shot by Oso put him down. Before the other man could clear the holster with his pistol another rifle shot from Elizabeth stopped him. This left Cassidy on his own to face Dillon.

Dillon called Cassidy out telling him to fight or die where he stood. Cassidy pulled his gun and Dillon shot him twice. He was dead before he hit the ground. Dillon swayed for a minute and big Oso picked him up and carried him to the doctor's office. It took three weeks for Dillon to completely recover from his wound, but he did recover.

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Dillon had been in town getting a few supplies, mail, and to post a letter to his mother. As he came out of the general store a younger man approached him and asked, "Would you be Mr. Gallagher?" At Dillon's nod he said, "I'd like to have a word with you please."

"And who might you be?" Dillon asked.

The young man hesitated and then replied, "My name is R. Thomas Cassidy Jr., Mr. Gallagher. I'm Bob Cassidy's son."

Dillon stood straighter, looked around to see if the boy was alone, and swept his duster to the rear uncovering the pistol worn low on his hip. "What do you want?" His manner and tone was less than friendly.

"I understand your distaste for my family name and I can't blame you. But I do have a business proposition for you. If you would join me for a drink at the hotel, I'll explain."

By this time Dillon saw that the younger Cassidy was alone and wasn't even armed. "All right Mr. Cassidy, I'll listen to what you have to say."

The two men went to the hotel bar and sat at a table. Cassidy asked the bartender for a brandy. Dillon had to smile a little; most men in Prescott drank whiskey or rye. The boy's a bit of a dude Dillon said to himself. 

"Water's fine Sam," Dillon said to the bartender. Turning his attention back to Cassidy he said, "I won't drink with a man until I know he's not an enemy." As the young man started to protest Dillon added, "Not quite sure about you yet Mr. Cassidy."

"I understand your hesitation Mr. Gallagher. My father was not a good man; as you and the Edwards found out. I didn't approve of his methods in building his ranch but I do approve of the idea of owning the biggest ranch in the territory."

In spite of the choice of words and the way he spoke, Dillon saw intensity in Cassidy. Wouldn't hurt to see what his game is, Dillon thought.

"Go ahead Mr. Cassidy; I'll listen to what you have to say."

"I go by Thomas or Tom. My first name is Robert but I don't think the name Bob Cassidy will be looked on very favorably around Prescott. As I said I didn't approve or like my father's actions. That's one of the reasons I stayed in Chicago with my mother. Now that my father is gone, I'm going to take over the Circle C."

"No offense Thomas, but do you know anything about ranching?" Dillon asked trying to hide a smile.

"I know how to run a business Mr. Gallagher. I've hired a good foreman to run the ranch. He'll take care of the cattle and I'll tend to the business side." Young Cassidy paused looking at Dillon for a few seconds. "The reason I've explained is that I want you and the Edwards to understand that I don't do business like my father."

"Why would we care about how you do business? If you leave us alone we'll get along just fine," Dillon told him.

"I would like to buy the Triple E and hoped you would set up a meeting between Mrs. Edwards and me," Cassidy replied. Dillon hesitated and Cassidy added, "I'll be in town for another two weeks or so before I move out to the Circle C Mr. Gallagher. At least think about meeting with me."

Dillon stared at the young Cassidy for more than a minute. Cassidy returned the stare, waiting for Dillon's response. You have to admire this youngster's courage and determination, Dillon thought. 

"Okay Thomas, I'll pass the message along to Mrs. Edwards. That's all I'll do; it's her decision if she wants to meet with you."

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

Dillon had ridden most of the eleven miles back to the Triple E before stopping on top a low rise . He got off his horse and thought about the meeting with Thomas Cassidy and how to tell Eleanor of the meeting. After a few minutes, Dillon mounted Buck and pulled the pack horse up close to ride the last mile to the ranch house, he smiled thinking of the surprise he had for his family. 

Eleanor had said that she'd sell the Triple E if she could get a reasonable price for the ranch. She didn't really care for the place; she had wanted to return to teaching school. But her husband had been a rancher so she had been a rancher's wife.

She had refused to sell to the elder Cassidy. First because she knew he was responsible for her husband's death and secondly she wouldn't let Cassidy basically steal her husband's legacy. Now Eleanor wanted to sell the place and get on with her life. The ranch had some good memories but with John's death and the troubles afterwards it had more bad ones. 

Dillon rode up to the hitching rail in front of the ranch house. Before he could dismount, a welcoming committee came out to greet him. His wife, Elizabeth, was the first to reach him. Elizabeth Edwards, now Elizabeth Gallagher, at 5' 9 had the height to not be dwarfed by her husband. Her auburn hair and green eyes told of her Irish ancestry. She was followed closely by Ethan, her younger brother. Right behind Ethan was Oso the huge Mexican that had been adopted years before by the Edwards. And last Eleanor Edwards came out on the porch.

Eleanor took charge after Ethan and Oso had a chance to say hello to Dillon. "Oso would you and Ethan unload the pack horse please?" Walking to the edge of the porch she asked, "What's the latest news from Prescott, Dillon?"

With an arm around Elizabeth, Dillon stepped up on the porch. He leaned over and kissed Eleanor on the cheek. "Well...I met an interesting young man today."

"And who was that?"

"Let's get supper and then I can tell everyone all at once after we eat," Dillon answered grinning. 

"That's not fair Dillon, making us wait until after supper," Eleanor said grinning back at her son.

"Maybe not, but that's the way it's gonna be Mrs. Edwards." Still grinning he turned to Elizabeth and added, "And don't you try to get it out of me either Mrs. Gallagher."

As Eleanor and Elizabeth began supper, Oso and Ethan carried in the pannier bags, stuffed with supplies, from the pack saddle. Oso was 6' 6 and carried the load in one hand like a suitcase. Ethan was using one leg to help push the heavy bag along. Every time Oso tried to reach over and help, Ethan would shake his head and say, "My job."

After helping to unpack the panniers and put away the supplies Dillon had brought, Ethan went to the desk in the big living room to work on his school lessons. His mother Eleanor had been a school teacher and taught him to read and write and do his sums. But he made it plain that was all the schooling he wanted or needed and Eleanor didn't push him.  

Then Dillon came into his life. Ethan developed an instant bond with the man from Virginia the first time they met. Two of Cassidy's men were hitting the boy when Dillon stopped them. Later when Dillon came to the Triple E to work and live, Ethan confessed to Oso that Dillon reminded him of his father.

"Senor Edwards never quoted poetry," Oso said, teasing the boy a little.

"I don't mean the poetry. Dillon is tall like Pa was. He can be very serious and then turn around play a prank on you to make you laugh. He's got the same easy way with folks; he makes you glad to be with him. Just like Pa."

When Dillon stopped Cassidy and saved the ranch, Ethan's bond quickly turned into hero worship. After Dillon married his sister, Ethan decided that if being educated was good enough for his brother it was good enough for him too. Eleanor was glad to see than her youngest wanted to learn so she set up lessons for him in several subjects. 

When he was in Prescott, Dillon would often visit the town library and read while he waited on Elizabeth or Eleanor to finish their personal shopping. Ethan began to go with him to the library. He began to listen intensely when Dillon read aloud or quoted poetry. 

Some evenings Ethan and Dillon would sit on the floor, leaning back against the sofa, reading by the light from a kerosene lamp and discussing history or some other subject. But this evening there was family business to discuss.

"Okay Dillon, suppers over. Now tell us about this interesting man you met?" Eleanor's curiosity was getting the best of her.

"I met Bob Cassidy's son today," Dillon answered. "He wants to meet with you." He saw Eleanor tense up and before she could speak he continued, "Don't get all riled up Eleanor. Let me tell you what happened."

Dillon explained that Thomas Cassidy had approached him and asked for his help in meeting Eleanor. Seeing that the family was interested, Dillon recounted his conversation with Cassidy almost word for word. 

"Do you believe him, Dillon? Do you trust him?" 

"I believe he wants to build the biggest ranch in the area. Haven't dealt with him enough to trust him yet," Dillon answered. "But I do believe that the boy is not like his father. I got a feeling that he's just what he says he is."

"So you think I ought to sell the ranch to him?"

"Eleanor, that's your decision. I think that if you really want to sell the place, it'd be reasonable to meet with him. Hear what Thomas has offer; then make up your mind," Dillon replied. Looking at his wife and Eleanor with a grin he added, "Besides, it'd be a good excuse for a day in town for you ladies."

"I'll expect you to go with me," Eleanor said. "In fact I want the whole family there."

"Wouldn't think of letting you go alone ma'am.  We can go to Prescott for supplies on Saturday and meet with Cassidy that day.  If you like we can stay over and go to church on Sunday," Dillon suggested.

Early Saturday morning, just after dawn, the crew of the Triple E rode into town. Oso had two pack animals on a lead rope and Ethan led another one. They kept the horses at an easy lope and got to Prescott in a little over two hours, stopping at the general store. 

Dillon escorted the ladies into the mercantile and then walked down the street to the hotel. He asked the desk clerk to tell Cassidy that he would be in the hotel bar. Dillon entered the room and found a spot at the bar where he had a wall at his back; it was an old habit of his. A few minutes later Cassidy joined him.

"Last time we talked you offered to buy me a drink Thomas. This time let me buy you one," Dillon opened with a small smile. He motioned to the bartender, who put a brandy in front of Cassidy and a beer in front of Dillon.

"Mrs. Edwards has agreed to hear what you have to say. About 11 in the hotel's side parlor be okay?"

"That would be fine Mr. Gallagher. But I would be happy to have you all as my guests at brunch."

Dillon grinned and said, "I don't think Eleanor wants to socialize, she just wants to hear your offer for the ranch. And I warn you, put your best offer on the table. Don't try to horse trade with her. Understand?"

"By all means. I'll present a fair price from the beginning."

"See you back here about 11 Thomas. Be prepared, I don't think you've ever dealt with a woman like Eleanor," Dillon said as he turned to leave.

He returned to the mercantile and to his family. The supplies for the ranch had been bought; Oso and Ethan were loading them into the panniers. It had been decided that they wouldn't stay in town overnight but would return to the ranch after the meeting with Cassidy.

"We're to meet him about 11, Eleanor. He invited us to brunch but I told him this wasn't a social visit." 

Eleanor grinned at Dillon and nodded replying, "Its 9 now, I suggest we go have a late breakfast at the diner. Maybe we will have time to visit Charley Jackson and Doc Reynolds before we go to the hotel."

Dillon, Elizabeth, and Eleanor walked into the hotel and entered the parlor about a quarter after 11; Oso and Ethan had decided to wait with the horses. Dillon thought that they'd been more interested in the candy displayed in the store than going to the hotel. Cassidy and another man were sitting at a table waiting for them. They both stood to greet the crew from the Triple E.

"Thomas, this is my wife Elizabeth," Dillon said. "And this is Mrs. Edwards, the owner of the Triple E."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Gallagher and Mrs. Edwards. Please have a seat," Cassidy replied. Eleanor and Elizabeth sat down but Dillon remained on his feet, standing behind the ladies. 

"This is Mr. Dobbs, he was my father's attorney and now represents me," Thomas introduced the other man at the table. 

Dillon had been standing in a relaxed way but suddenly tensed and stood straighter.  Elizabeth felt the change in her husband and turned to look at him. She was surprised to see an angry look on his face and the challenging stare from his eyes.

"Were you with Bob Cassidy in Virginia, Mr. Dobbs?" Dillon's voice was hard.

"Why, yes I was Mr. Gallagher," Dobbs answered.

"I won't deal with someone that helped Bob Cassidy cheat, steal, and ruin folks in Virginia." Dillon's voice was tense with a suppressed anger. "This carpet bagger was in the middle of what Cassidy tried to do to us too," he told Eleanor. "I'll wait for you at the horses; if I stay here I might just shoot the son of a bitch."

Before he could leave, Eleanor stood. Looking at Cassidy she said, "If my son leaves I leave. I suggest you tell Mr. Dobbs to retire."

"But Mr. Gallagher, I had nothing to do with Robert Cassidy's actions," Dobbs protested.

Now Elizabeth was standing too. "You knew his methods were unethical if not totally illegal; you were his legal lap dog doing what he needed for your thirty pieces of silver." She paused trying to control her anger remembering her father and the other assaults against her family. "You're as guilty as he was."




The Gathering



Thomas Cassidy rose from his chair, "Excuse my ignorance Mrs. Edwards, Mr. Gallagher. I see your point; I never thought of the connection between my father's actions and Mr. Dobbs. Please accept my apologies." Turning to Dobbs he said, "I won't require your services any longer Mr. Dobbs."

"But you can't........" Dobbs began.

Cassidy interrupted him. "Oh but I can. Our business is finished sir. Please leave."

Dobbs started to protest and argue but Dillon stepped in. "I suggest that you leave Prescott carpet bagger; I don't think you'll like the conditions around here. Chicago might be a healthier place for you."

The attorney looked at the four people facing him. Dillon was the one that he worried about the most. The tall man face was a study in hatred and his eyes looked cold and deadly. "Very well Mr. Cassidy, I'll leave on the next stage." He turned, left the parlor, and went back to his room to pack.

"Please sit down Mrs. Edwards. I know this must be distasteful for you but I would like to continue our discussion," Cassidy almost pleaded. He was upset at himself for not seeing the connection between his father's behavior and the attorney's part in it.

Eleanor looked to Dillon for guidance and at his nod she and Elizabeth returned to their chairs. Dillon walked to the door and watched Dobbs climb the stairs. When the man was out of sight Dillon returned to his spot behind Eleanor.

As everyone sat back down, a waiter from the hotel's dining room entered carrying a serving tray. "I took the liberty of ordering tea for us. Or would you prefer coffee?" Thomas asked Eleanor.

In spite of the situation with Dobbs, Eleanor had to smile at the boy's manners. He's been raised well, she thought. Eleanor said, "Tea will be fine. But let's not turn this into a social call." After the tea was served, Eleanor asked, "Why do you want the Triple E so badly? There are other ranches in the county you could buy."

"Yes there are and if things go according to plan I will attempt to buy them. But your ranch and its grazing rights are right in the middle of my holdings. I have to drive my cattle around your place to move them from one grazing area to another. The same obstacle applies to watering the herd."

Cassidy refilled the tea cups himself then said, "I understand that you hold 800 acres with grazing rights to another 400. Is that correct Mrs. Edwards?" Eleanor nodded and Thomas continued, "I'll give you $6000 dollars for the Triple E. That price would be for all land, structures, stock, and water rights." Turning to Dillon he smiled and said, "I heeded your warning Mr. Gallagher."

Dillon returned the smile and nodded. Eleanor was a little surprise; she had been ready to dicker. That's a fair price she thought. She turned to look at Dillon but he had played too much poker to let his feelings show during a business transaction.

"I can't guarantee the grazing rights Mr. Cassidy," Eleanor informed him. "Jim Simpson let us run our cattle on his spread; that's the extra 400 acres. You'll have to make a deal with him."

"I've already come to an accommodation with Mr. Simpson," Thomas replied. "Of course that's only if you decide to accept my offer." He stood and bowed to the ladies and nodded at Dillon.

"Take a day or two to think it over Mrs. Edwards; I don't want to pressure you. If I may, I'll ride out to the ranch on Monday for your answer. Thank you all for meeting with me."

Cassidy left the parlor but as he got to the door he turned back to Dillon. "Rest assured Mr. Gallagher, Dobbs will be out of town by tomorrow. I'll find a local attorney to help me." He continued to the entrance of the hotel and went outside.

After a couple of minutes Eleanor said, "Well the boy's got good manners anyway. Let's head back home; we can discuss his offer over supper."

Eleanor, Elizabeth, and Dillon were sitting in the breeze way after supper. Ethan was inside doing his lessons and Oso started for the bunkhouse but Eleanor called him back. "Ethan, come out here please." Turning to Oso she said, "We're going to have a family meeting so sit down Oso. You have a stake in this too."

The big man smiled warmly and sat on the walkway leaning back against a wall; Ethan came outside and sat next to Oso.

"So what do you think about Cassidy's offer?" Eleanor's question was directed at the whole group. Before anyone could answer she asked Dillon, "And what did Cassidy mean about you warning him?"

Dillon smiled and replied, "I told him to put his best offer on the table and not to try and horse trade with you." Looking at Eleanor his smile got bigger. "I knew that if he tried to haggle over the price you'd cut him off at the knees and walk out."

Eleanor chuckled, "You're right, I probably would have. Well, should I sell the ranch?"

"You're the owner, it's your decision," Dillon said. Elizabeth and Oso nodded in agreement.

"It's a family decision. If you all want to stay I won't sell the place," Eleanor replied. "Ethan what do you think?"

"Me?" The thirteen year old boy said, surprised that his mother wanted his opinion. Eleanor smiled and nodded. "I'd just as soon move on," Ethan said. "I miss Pa and everything about this place reminds me of him and how he left us."

"Fair enough son," Eleanor said. "How about you Oso, what do you think?"

"I just want to be with the family Senora. Where we live is not important."

"Elizabeth?"

She looked at Dillon for a few seconds. "Whither thou goest I will go," Elizabeth quoted and smiled at her husband. She paused and added with a small smile, "Although it wouldn't bother me to leave." Dillon reached over and took Elizabeth's hand, kissing the back of it.

"And how about you Dillon? What do you want to do?" Eleanor asked.

Dillon smiled at Elizabeth, "I've wandered all over since the war looking for something; I found it here. Not the ranch but my family; somebody to belong to. The place doesn't matter as long as we're all together." He stopped to gather himself. "It's still your decision Eleanor."

Eleanor looked around at her family, thought for a few minutes, and finally said, "The price he's offering is fair and if the terms of the sale are good, I'd like to accept the offer. I feel like Ethan, every day this place reminds me that John was killed for it. Eleanor paused and looked over the ranch for a minute. "Hope John won't be disappointed in me. Well, that's enough for tonight; we'll talk some more in the morning."

Dillon made one last turn around the house and barn before turning in. He was both happy and sad that the Triple E would probably be sold. As he stepped onto the breeze way headed for his bedroom, Eleanor came out of the shadows. 

"In spite of what you said, I get the impression you don't want to leave here Dillon," she said.

"No, I meant what I said. Being with family is more important than where. But I've wandered around enough, I want to put down roots," he replied.

"Am I doing the right thing? Should I stay and carry on John's legacy?"

"From what you and Elizabeth have told me, you stayed out here because this place was John's dream. It wasn't yours but you stayed for him. I think you have to move on now. You need to follow your own dream, whatever it is." Dillon paused and then gave a little laugh. "The sermons over, I'm done preachin."

Eleanor gave her son a hug and said, "Thanks for understanding." Shaking off the melancholy feeling she said good night and went to her room.

Sunday was a day of rest, at least as much as it could be on a ranch. The day to day chores still had to be done but nothing major was started or worked on that day. Eleanor and Elizabeth put together a picnic lunch and the whole family went down by the spring branch to eat and laze around. Nothing much was said about selling the ranch, there would be time enough that evening and the next morning to make a final decision.

Monday, just about mid day, Thomas Cassidy and another man rode up to the ranch house. Dillon came up from the corral to greet them and Eleanor stepped out onto the porch. The two men waited for an invitation before dismounting; it was the polite thing to do.

Eleanor nodded at them and said, "Step down and come in out of the sun. Can I get you something to drink?"

Thomas replied, "A drink of water would be welcome Mrs. Edwards.

Eleanor sent Ethan to fetch some fresh water from the spring behind the house and offer seats to Cassidy and his companion.

"This is Carl House, my foreman," Thomas said. "He's from Texas and knows cattle ranching."

Dillon saw a tall lean man of about 40. His face and hands showed the effects of working out in the weather. When House removed his Stetson, there was a tan line across his forehead and his hands were calloused and rough looking. House had a competent air about him, secure of his place in the world. This man knows his business, Dillon thought.

"Where bouts in Texas Mr. House?" If you don't mind my asking," Dillon questioned.

"Down San Antonio way," House replied. "Been working cattle since I was a youngin'."

Dillon nodded and looking down, he got a grim smile on his face. Got some history there, don't I, he said to himself. While in San Antonio Dillon had to kill two men that attacked him and tried to steal his horse. That was about eight years ago he thought.

After a few more minutes of polite conversation, Thomas came to the point. "Mrs. Edwards, have you made a decision on my offer?"

Before she could answer Dillon spoke up. "There's a point that I'd like to bring up." Eleanor nodded her permission and he continued, "We'd planned on takin about a hundred head of cattle to the rail head this fall. At the current price that's close to $1500 dollars. Figuring it that way, Eleanor is selling the ranch for about $4500. That's not enough for the Triple E."

Eleanor looked at Dillon, turning her head so that Cassidy couldn't see the small smile on her face. Maybe Dillon had warned Cassidy against horse trading but that didn't stop Dillon from doing it. She turned to face Cassidy and said, "That's a fact Mr. Cassidy. We've been working all year to get those cattle ready for market. It'd be hard just to let them go."

Thomas looked at Eleanor and then Dillon with a smile. "The offer I made was for the ranch and its stock. Besides, you'd have to wait until fall to ship them; the price may go down by then." Cassidy realized that in spite of Dillon's warning the horse trading had begun.

"That's a chance we're willing to take," Dillon said. "We're not in any hurry to move, we can wait for three or four months."

Thomas looked down at the floor but smiled and Dillon saw it. This young man knows exactly what's going on he thought. He's not as much of a dude as people would think. Waiting for Thomas to respond, Dillon saw Carl trying to hide a smile. He knows what's going on too.

Cassidy raised his head, "I don't want to wait until fall to take possession of the Triple E. How about this? The present price for cattle is $14. I'll give you $12 a head for the cattle you were going to take to market. That way you reap the reward for your hard work and I get the ranch right away. That makes the price $7200 dollars to be paid in one installment." Turning to Eleanor he added, "That's more than fair Mrs. Edwards." 

Eleanor looked at Dillon and when he nodded she said, "You just bought yourself a ranch Mr. Cassidy."

"Can we get a round up later in the week to count the stock? I'd like to finalize our transaction as quickly as possible," Cassidy asked.

Eleanor looked at Dillon for the answer. "Yeah, we can do a round up and hold the counting on Friday if you like Thomas," Dillon replied. "Bring your own crew to help if you like."

"Thank you. I'll send Mr. House and a couple of hands early Friday morning." Cassidy stood, shook hands with Eleanor and Dillon. As he got to the door he turned and said, "I'd like to take possession of the ranch no more than two weeks after I pay you Mrs. Edwards. Will that give you enough time to get your family and possessions moved?"

Eleanor nodded and watched Cassidy and House ride away. "I guess we better figure out where we're going," she said smiling.

For the next three days, the whole family pitched in and brought all the cattle to a large meadow near the ranch house. Dillon and Oso built a counting pen at one end of the meadow. The pen was basically two lines of fencing that the cattle would be driven through. One or two men would sit at one end and count the herd as it passed them.

Just after first light on Friday, Carl House and two other riders pulled up in front of the ranch house. Dillon was leaning against the hitching rail in front waiting for them.

"Good morning Mr. Gallagher. Looks like a good day for working the stock," Carl said in greeting. "This is Jason Wright and his brother Gary. They'll be helping us today."

"Howdy boys. Like a cup of coffee before we head out?" Dillon offered.

Carl smiled and replied, "No thank you, maybe later. I don't think Mr. Cassidy is too interested in us being social Mr. Gallagher."

"Okay let's head out," Dillon said. He smiled and added, "Carl, my name is Dillon if you've a mind to use it. Anyway Eleanor will have lunch ready for us when we're done."

Dillon poked his head into the kitchen and said good bye to Eleanor. Carl and his two men followed Dillon to the meadow. Carl sent Jason with Dillon to the end of the run to verify the counting. Each man would sit on the fence or horse back and tie a knot in a tie rope for every ten cattle than passed by. 

Oso sat on one side of the run to keep the cattle headed between the two fences; Ethan sat on the other side. Carl, Gary, and the Triple E rider drove the cattle from the rear. After two groups of steers had been driven past there was a short break before the next group could start through.

"Been working for Cassidy very long Jason?" 

"Not long, bout two months now," he answered. "Work up in Colorado until this spring."

"Why'd you leave? I hear its real pretty country up there," Dillon responded.

"Oh it's pretty enough but sometimes it really gets cold. Ifin you get one of those blizzard blowin out of the north, you begin to think about movin to Hell to get warm," Jason said laughing. "We'd still be there if Gary hadn't takin a fall and broke his leg."

"He seems to be alright now," Dillon said looking at Gary helping drive the cattle.

"Oh he can work stock just fine," he said pointing at Gary. "Look at him and your man catch and force those strays back in line."

Dillon laughed, "My man is actually my wife Elizabeth. She refused to be left in the kitchen with her mother."

"Well I'll be. She sure do ride like a man now don't she?" Jason had a smile of admiration on his face. "Anyway Gary can handle stock but the cold weather up there pains his leg somethin fierce. It'd drop down below freezing and he'd almost be a cripple. So we decided to move south to warmer weather."

He watched his brother for a minute and added, "Damn shame really. There's some good land for stock up around Colorado Springs. Lots of work for a good hand."

"Here comes another group, guess we better get back to counting," Dillon suggested.

It was midday before the count was finished.  Jason and Dillon's tally agreed at 310 head, including calves and yearlings. Cassidy's men joined Dillon and the crew for lunch and then headed back to town. 

"I'll give Mr. Cassidy the count as soon as we get back to town," Carl said as he mounted his horse. "He said he'd arrange for payment within the next couple of days."

After Cassidy's men left Eleanor said, "Guess we'd better start thinking about what we're going to do.

"Jason talked about the area south of Colorado Springs as being a good place to ranch," Dillon said. "He and his brother just come from there." Dillon paused and added, "Still, it's a long way to go on a couple of cowhand's word."

"Wouldn't be just on their word," Eleanor remarked. "My sister and her husband, Ted Clark, moved to Colorado City back in '58, when it was still a rough and tumble mining town."  She chuckled, "Now she says it's all grown up. Some mining and railroad big wig named General Parker has made the town into a sort of fancy resort. He renamed it Colorado Springs."

"That's right, you've been writing to Aunt Tillie for a quite a while now," Elizabeth said. "I'd forgotten that she lived there." Turning to Dillon she added, "Uncle Ted and Aunt Tillie went there and opened a mining supply company when the Pike's Peak Gold Rush started."

Eleanor continued, "When the mines started to peter out in '71, Ted became a cattle buyer for a meat company back east; he'd certainly know about the ranching opportunities in the area. Tillie said in her last letter that a lot of families are moving into the area and she started teaching school. I should send her a telegram and ask Ted's opinion about ranching up there; maybe ask about me teaching too." 

"Why not just write her Momma?" 

"It'd take too long to get an answer; remember we've got to be out of here in two weeks or so," Eleanor replied. "What do you think Dillon?"

"Sounds like a fine idea to me." He looked thoughtful and continued, "But it's a long way to Colorado Springs; close to 800 miles. We need to talk about what we're taking with us when we leave; no matter where we decide to go." 

The rest of the afternoon and most of the evening was spent discussing, debating, and arguing about what possessions and items should be taken with them and what should be sold or given away. Dillon pretty much sat back and listened, not saying anything. Finally Eleanor turned to him.

"You're very quiet Dillon. What do you think we should take?"

"Take what you feel you need to but I think we should limit our load to what we can carry in two wagons," he replied. 

"Why just two wagons? We've got four drivers. Five counting Ethan; he can handle a team pretty well," Eleanor asked.

"I take it you've pretty well made up your mind that we're going to Colorado," Dillon said. 

"Unless Tillie tells us different, I thought that would be a fine place to make a new start," Eleanor responded.

"Like I said before it's almost 800 miles to Colorado Springs, at least according to Jason and Gary. We'll be going thru mountain passes, some desert like areas, and all on average trails at best. It's gonna be hard on the animals and on the drivers," he said.

Dillon paused. "I don't think y'all have thought about getting to Colorado; just what we're gonna do when we get there." Eleanor and Elizabeth got a funny look on their faces; realizing that Dillon was right. 

"No disrespect ladies but handling a team and wagon through that country is a lot more difficult than driving a wagon on the nice trails and roads we have around here." 

Eleanor and Elizabeth both started to object but Dillon kept talking. "I know you both can drive but I don't think you can do for ten or twelve hours a day, every day, for 2 months. You two are going to have to spell each other during the day."

"TWO MONTHS," Elizabeth exclaimed. "It's going to take us two months to get there?"

Dillon almost laughed at his wife. "Maybe more. We can make the trip in two months if the wagons don't break down, if the weather doesn't work against us, and if can put in 15 miles a day. But if we're going to Colorado we should start soon."

At Eleanor's questioning look Dillon continued, "According to Jason the winter sets in about the middle of October. We want to be there and have some idea what we're going to do before that happens."

Looking at the ladies as they thought about what he'd said Dillon asked, "Are we sure we want to go to Colorado? You know we could look for a place around here or even head to California."

Eleanor looked thoughtful for a minute. "I think we'd better hear from Tillie before we make a final decision." Addressing Dillon she added, "But I think you're right about how many wagons we should take; no matter where we head to. Let's sleep on it tonight and go into town tomorrow to send Tillie a telegram."




The Gathering



In their bedroom that evening Elizabeth cuddled up to Dillon and asked, "Do you think we should go to Colorado? Or do you think we should head for California?"

Dillon put his arm around Elizabeth and pulled her closer. "I think we should do whatever you and Eleanor want to. As long as we're together it doesn't make much difference where."

"I feel the same way," Elizabeth said kissing him quickly. "But you're dodging the question husband.  What's your opinion?"

"This is between you and me wife; I don't want to sway Eleanor's thinking. I think we should go to Colorado Springs. At least up there we know someone who can advise and help us."

Two weeks later they were loading the last of the possession into the wagons for their trek to Colorado Springs. Eleanor had sent a telegram to her sister on a Saturday and received an answer on Tuesday. Tillie replied that her husband Ted said that the area south of Colorado Springs was as good ranch land as he'd ever seen. Ted and Tillie told Eleanor that the whole family could stay with them until they found a place of their own.

"Maybe we could find a boarding house or something," Dillon said to Eleanor. "It might be a little tight with all of us staying with your sister."

Eleanor laughed, "When General Parker started cleaning up Colorado City, Ted and Tillie bought a bawdy house from the owner just before he was run out of town. They've got six or seven bedrooms on the second floor and another two on the ground floor."

Ethan asked, "What's a bawdy house Momma?"

"Never you mind young man," Eleanor said a little embarrassed.  "You'll understand when you're older."

"Oh....." Ethan replied with a red face and a grin.  

The Triple E had an auction the previous day and sold off most of the things they were leaving behind. They weren't taking much of the furniture with them. The exceptions were the huge dining room table, the bed that John had made for him and Eleanor, the roll top desk, and a rocking chair that Eleanor had used to nurse both Elizabeth and Ethan. Eleanor was also taking a few favorite skillets, Dutch ovens, and her china. The china had been a gift from John's mother.

As they started their trek Eleanor stood on the wagon seat and yelled, "Pike's Peak or Bust." It was the rallying cry of the miners headed for the gold fields.

Dillon was driving one wagon with Oso handling the other one. Ethan rode with Oso and would be taught how to drive a team so he could spell the big man. Eleanor and Elizabeth took turns working with Dillon to learn how to handle a team and wagon in the mountains. Their saddle horses were tied off to the wagons on long lead ropes.

"Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.'' Dillon quoted as they left the Triple E for the last time.

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Red turned at Josh's shout and looked behind him. Coming toward him at a loping run was the grizzly they'd been tracking. He sure moves fast for such a big animal, Red thought.  He dropped to a knee to give Josh a better shot and brought his Henry rifle up. Before he could fire he heard the big Sharps open up.

Josh quickly reloaded while Red put four more shots into the grizzly. The big animal didn't slow until Josh hit him a second time with the Sharps. He slowed, stopped, and rose up on his hind legs in defiance. Red put three more rounds into the bear as it dropped down on all fours and continued toward him. 

Red shook his head partially in admiration and said softly, "Damn, is this big son of a gun ever gonna stop?

To Be Continued



The Gathering



This is a collaborative writing effort between ourselves and a man called Mark, or Yoder. 

As always, if slut wife behaviour offends, please don't read this story.

And please send us a message.

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Sharon flipped the phone onto her bed and turned to the hotel window. Two nights in Melbourne and apart from a few of her contemporaries, she knew no one. Twelve stories below, the good people of the city shuffled home. 

Her phone beeped once more alerting her to a message from her husband Marcus, who was alone at home.

'Go ahead', the message read, 'I told you to cut loose without me.'

Sharon always loved playing with Marcus there, it gave her safety and security. 

'I sent you Mark's contact details, call him,'

Sharon flipped through her messages and hovered above his phone number.

'But we've never met him, are you sure he's ok?'

Just as Sharon was texting, a message came through from Mark... 'Boo' was all it said. 

Sharon immediately called Marcus, "He just sent me a message and all it said was Boo,"

Marcus laughed and said. "Well baby, 'Boo' him back. He's probably not sure it's you... and is just being cautious to start with."

Sharon could feel that welcome surge of excitement as she realised that maybe this two day conference on salinity may not be as dry as forecast. In fact little did she realise that within an hour she would be screaming like a dirty little fuck slut... Her business suit would be ruined, her stockings torn and her cunt being well used and dripping with cum.

With some trepidation she typed Boo into the phone and pressed the arrow. Suddenly, it rang.

"Oh my God," she said when she realised it was Mark.

Mark said, "Hummm I normally don't get that sort of reaction from women, I hope that's a good sign... I'm told you're a bit of a wild woman... so I'm hoping to hear many more 'Oh my God's tonight...?'"

"Ha," Sharon said impressed by his demeanour and deep voice, not so much by his corny lines, "Shall we meet then?"

"I'm thinking we should meet for a drink, Sharon," Mark said. "I am just around the corner from your hotel, want to meet now perhaps?"

Sharon gazed at herself in the mirror and knew what was about to happen. Marcus had organised a little treat for her and she knew she'd be safe. Quickly she stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror. With her long dark curly hair cascading off her shoulder, her petite body lit by the dying light of the sun, she took an image of her naked self and sent it to the both of them with the words, 'here goes' underneath.

Marcus, admired the picture and thought about what he had organised, he was just about to send a "have fun" text then thought he would add something to prepare Sharon for the evening. "Baby, go with the flow, don't worry xo" 

Sharon was beginning to feel excited as she started preparing herself. But when she saw Marcus's last text she had a pang of trepidation as well as excitement. Then she thought, 'I trust him, I'm sure I will be fine.'

The next text that came through was from Mark. 'I'll meet you in the bar in 10 minutes, see you soon.'

Sharon panicked a little as she hadn't decided what to wear and she was now under pressure to get ready and head down to the bar to meet Mark. Not wanting to miss out she simply redressed in her work suit. A new Sportscraft suit with a short skirt and blazer, a white shirt and bra, stockings, knickers. Nothing to draw attention to herself, she just wanted to look ordinary.

With a rumbling stomach she descended to the ground floor and exited out onto Little Bourke Street. The wine bar was crowded with the after work drinkers, mostly men. Some turned towards her, others ignored her completely. One though, his phone in his hand and a wide smile across his face, hopped up off his chair and headed straight to her.

He took another glance at the naked image on the phone and introduced himself.

"I figured you were Mark," she said and kissed him, unexpectedly for Mark, fully on the lips.

Mark felt his passion rise as Sharon performed one of her favourite tricks on new punters, the big wet kiss. She always judged them on their response. Mark passed by being honest and stating that he really didn't expect that.

"Now you can buy me a drink," she said, "Champagne, not sparkling wine, the real deal."

"Just a glass," Mark winked at her, "Or shall I get a bottle?"

"A bottle should do the trick," Sharon knew just how horny she gets when champagne is on offer. As she brushed her hair back she noticed a few men in the corner checking her out. She smiled and nodded before doing what everyone does, and pretended to look at something important on her phone.

Mark strolled back to the table with a bottle of Moet and two champagne glasses.

The first three glasses that Sharon threw down, barely hit the sides. At some time her right foot became wedged up against his left and she began to rub her foot around his. 

"So tell me Mark," she whispered, "What are you into?"

Mark cocked his eyebrow and contemplated his reply, being a little reserved he didn't want to scare this gorgeous woman off by saying something too outrageous. He took a moment to look at her, admire her, and savour her as he drank her in. The fitted suit looked amazing, sensually accentuating her feminine shape without being overt. Her white shirt unbuttoned enough to show a glimpse of her cleavage before being hidden by the cut of her jacket. 

He knew she was following his eyes as he mentally undressed her. Mark licked his lips provocatively, leaned in and whispered in her ear. 

"Perhaps I should show you..." he said teasingly as a big cheeky smile spread wide across his face, "lets just say that I love adventure. How about you Sharon? What do you like?" 

Sharon glanced around the room before leaning forward and whispering "Cocks, I love lots of cocks fucking into me."

Mark instantly had an erection so intense that he had to rearrange himself. "Did Marcus tell you I'm here for two nights?" she continued, "I don't want to waste either of them."

Despite the plying of alcohol, Mark suddenly found his voice dry, he was struck by just how easy this was playing out.

"Well," he said as he eyed off her cleavage, "Marcus sent me an address of a club he'd found. It's a group called The Gathering."

Sharon felt her nipples harden at the idea of going to a club. This time it was Mark who leaned forward and whispered. "Problem is it's thirty minutes away, and I want to fuck you right now. I want to slam my hard cock into your wet cunt and cum down your throat like the dirty slut that you are."

Sharon's heart skipped a beat at his dirty talk and she wanted to slap him, or at least his cock, across her lips. Quickly she looked around the pub, looking desperately for a place to fuck.

She said to Mark, "I've got to go to the toilet." 

With that she stood and walked past the bar, towards the the toilets. Half way there she turned back to glance at Mark and found that he had read her queue and was a few metres behind her. He had that unmistakable look of lust in his eyes. Sharon felt that familiar feeling of her own lust, she knew that she would be ready for him. 

She entered the women's toilets and found the first cubicle, she held the door slightly open waiting for Mark to join her. Literally a moment later, he was in the cubicle with her, one hand reaching up her leg to her sopping wet cunt, fingers parting her lips and entering her easily. His mouth clamped onto hers, his hunger evident as their tongues lashed frantically in a lust fueled dance. 

Mark, satisfied that she wanted his cock, dropped his pants, turned her around to face the cistern, and lifted her skirt, he then rubbed his glans between her moist flaps to lubricate it before finding her fuck hole and driving into her. He lifted one leg and reached around to her breasts, her tight top was restricting access, so he just ripped open her jacket sending her buttons flying. 

Mark was actually surprised at himself, it had been a long time since he was so fully fueled with lust that he had behaved this way. A thread of doubt entered his mind, but then he heard Sharon say, "Fuck me baby, fuck me" and he knew that he was ok. 

His cock was on fire, the glans pumping deep into this dirty slut's fuck hole. He could feel the hardness of her cervix as his shaft bottomed out. He felt Sharon's hand between her legs rubbing her clit then grabbing his balls and giving them a light squeeze.

Sharon's moans increased as he found her right nipple and pinched it. He then grabbed a handful of hair and pulled back gently. Sharon's back arched enabling Mark's cock to drive home even deeper, every thrust was taking him a step closer to his orgasm. But he wanted her to cum first, so he slowed down and controlled his breathing whilst working a good rhythm. Sharon let out a wail... "don't stop, right there, that's it right there, don't stop..." A moment later her voice quivered in a moan, her cunt clenched around Mark's cock as her climax gripped through her body. This was enough for Mark to relax and a few pumps later he made his final thrust, burying his meat into her womb. His cock releasing its load of hot semen into his new cum slut... splat, splat, splat, splat... four large ropes of cum erupting right onto her cervix, painting it white with his goo.

Sharon slowly opened her eyes and blinked quickly, clearing her vision. She released Mark's balls and slid her fingers along its length as he withdrew. She felt him shiver as his glans ran along her swollen cunt lips. The buttons from her suit were scattered on the floor and for a moment she was worried about her suit, but Mark distracted her with a simple question.

"Enough?" he asked.

Sharon pushed his hand away from the back of her head and standing up straight, turned towards him. His cock was still 75% hard and as she tugged it gently she said, "What was the name of that club again?"

"The Gathering," Mark stuttered in excitement, "Do you want to go?"

"Well," Sharon spun the lock on the toilet door and pulled the door open, "You go get me another drink, call a cab, and we'll see."

Buckling his belt as he went, Mark tore out the door and headed straight to the bar. As soon as he got there he called Marcus.

"Mate," Mark said, "You were right, we just fucked in the ladies."

Marcus laughed at Mark's enthusiasm. "And did you mention the club?" he asked.

"I didn't have to, she asked if we were going there."

"Of course she did," Marcus knew his wife all too well. "Well you've got the address, it's an old warehouse in Footscray this month. Should be one or two other sluts there getting banged, she'll love all the cocks. You do have your disease free status confirmed don't you?"

Mark looked over to see Sharon exiting the hallway near the toilets, somehow she'd managed to redress the damage to her suit by leaving it open, her white top pulled out of her skirt. Still elegant, but a little rough around the edges.

"Yep, yep" Mark said, "Gotta go, she's coming back."

"Remember her motto, 'two in the pink is better than one in the stink.' Marcus said.

Mark laughed as he pressed the red bar, disconnecting the call.

"I take it that was Marcus, not the cab?"

"Umm, how did you know?" 

Sharon just shook her head, "Men!" she exclaimed.

The barman arrived with a couple of cocktails. Mark grabbed them, held his elbow out for Sharon to link her arm into and proceeded to a booth in a dark corner of the bar. 

Mark's cock was still semi erect and he could feel the lust juices of him and Sharon in his jocks. He smiled at the feelings. 

Pouring the drinks, Mark leaned into Sharon and said "that was incredible, you're amazing, I hope you're ready for more fun tonight?"

"I can't wait babe, tell me all about it..." Sharon said..

"Well, after some of the thing that Marcus told me about you, I'm sure you're going to fit in very well, provided you like lots of cock and cum." Mark said teasingly.

With that he raised his glass for cheers and then both gulped down their drinks before heading out to the taxi rank out the front of the hotel. 

Mark gave the address, to the driver, a semi industrial area of Footscray. Then he settled back to enjoy the ride with Sharon. 

After a couple of minutes, Sharon said, look at this. She grabbed Mark's hand and put it between her legs. He soon found her crotch drenched in carnal juices. So he scooped up the cum that had just gushed out of her. He raised his hand to Sharon's nose for a sniff then did the same. Sharon grabbed his hand and licked his fingers, gulping down the juices smiling like a cheshire cat and saying yummmmm...

Mark was impressed, and instantly knew that Sharon would indeed enjoy the night ahead.

Soon enough the taxi arrived, Mark paid then led the way through the old warehouse complex. He wrapped an arm around Sharon's waist as a show of support. Mark knew that she would be a little worried because the area was isolated and quite scary. Down a dark alley way, then finally a nondescript graffitied door. Mark knocked, the door opened and the large security guard said tickets and STI all clear please. Mark dived into his pocket and produced two tickets. Then showed his phone with his all clear. Sharon did the same.

"All good" said the guard, "enjoy your night, guys"

Mark led Sharon into a change room that was just a wooden frame with sheets, and some lockers. Mark stripped to his jocks and Sharon stripped down to her stockings, suspenders, heels and sexy bra. She was commando of course and Mark thought that it was probably a good idea as lost underwear was a common occurrence at other Gatherings.

They walked out to the warehouse hand in hand, Sharon of course held Mark tight as she was nervous. It took a couple of minutes for their eyes to adjust to the darkened room, but only seconds to hear the distinct sound of fucking.

Sharon stopped in her tracks as she saw the twenty or so naked men standing around a room where there were two other women, all in varying states of undress, being fucked, fondled or both. One of the men, his thick cock bobbing tantalisingly in front of him, came quickly towards them.

"Sorry love," he said, "You're not meant to be undressed like that, and your mate," he said to Mark, "no undies."

Looking confused Sharon and Mark looked at each other but it was Sharon who spoke first.

"Why do I have to be dressed?" she said, "I want to fuck right now."

"Fuck, I admire your enthusiasm," he said, "But this is a clothed female, naked male themed night."

"CFNM" Mark said in a sudden moment of realisation. "It said that on the ticket, but I ignored it."

"Let's go," Sharon said, "I need to fuck these delicious thick cocks."

The pair spun on their heels and headed straight back to the change room where Sharon quickly threw her suit back on. She dug her panties out of her bag and slid the damp cloth back on.

When Mark dropped his Bonds, his cock uncurled and Sharon licked her lips. "You can't go out there with only a semi-hard cock," she said and with that dropped to her knees.

Mark was not expecting the enthusiasm with which Sharon devoured his cock. The pleasure instantaneous and electric. Within seconds he was hard as steel and his left leg started shaking. Sharon looked up at him from her position and smiled wickedly. Mark grabbed her hand and helped her to stand, saying, "I think I'm ready, what do you think" Sharon "Uh-humed" and almost skipped as they walked towards the group... 

The "host" greeted them again saying "Now that's much better guys. Ok love, so you feel the need for seed", he said with a chuckle. "Right this way then"

He took Sharon by the hand and walked her to a stack of pallets which were piled about a metre high. There was a blanket draped over them to protect against splinters. He helped Sharon up onto the pallets as some of the guys that had been occupied with the other women peeled off and approached Sharon. 

Sharon felt a pang of lust drive through her body as she looked at the erect cocks heading her way. 

The host said "Ok guys lets show our guest just how we fuck sluts here at the gathering" 

"mate" the host said to Mark. "you head over to Tiffany or Lisa, take your pick, we'll entertain your lady for you."

Sharon laid back and a second later Sharon had two cocks vying for her oral attentions, whilst she felt her legs being parted and her panties pulled to one side. 

The guy between her legs said "Hey boys look at this sexy cunt, looks like she has already been nutted tonight" as he saw the cum soaked panties and the remnants of Marks seed around her labia. "Fuck I love sluts" he groaned as he lined his 9" cock up and rammed it home in one pump. 

Sharon cried in cock-muffled ecstasy as her cunt yielded to him. Hands began tearing at her blouse as men began searching for her tender, excited nipples. The guy fucking her began rubbing her swollen clit as he slid his cock into her moist hole. One of the men fucking her mouth pulled his cock out and offered his ball bag to her and she licked the tightening sack as he pulled on his cock.

"What a great fucking slut," he said "She's a great find."

Sharon had one cock in each hand, two taking turns in her mouth, one in her cunt and hands squeezing and pinching her tits and massaging her clit. The orgasm she had when the guy fucking her exploded in her cunt was so intense that when her pussy contracted, he could barely get his cock back in again.

"Oh fuck yeah," she groaned, "More, fuck me some more."

"No worries love," one of them said and took his place between her legs. A long stream of white masculine effluvia oozed out of her well fucked hole and his cock slid easily in. "Hell yeah, this is a great cunt." Her panties were rubbing against his ball bag, a kink he enjoyed. 

Sharon leant upwards and watched the cock sliding into her hole. There was one guy wanking as he held onto her leg and licked her stockings. Another was rubbing his dick on her skirt. 

Cock number two, started pumping away furiously. His big cum filled sack slapping into Sharon's legs. The guy sucking on her stockings jumped up and rolled a leg over Sharon. He backed up and hung his shaved balls in Sharon's face. Sharon had little choice but to start teasing and licking his sac. She pointed her tongue and started at the base of his shaft, then she licked down, her tongue parting his testicles then sucked his left ball into her mouth and started rolling his nut around in her mouth. In the meantime, he assisted the guy humping by taking Sharon's legs and parting them. He licked her toes through her stockings. 

Sharon's mind was wandering, first she was concentrating on the cock fucking her. She clenched her cunt muscles and relaxed them, urging this man towards his climax. She also thought about the guy whose balls she was sucking and how much cum he had. His balls certainly felt full and heavy. Would she get to taste it, would he shoot his load over her body. Almost by surprise she felt her own climax build and before long she was screaming in pleasure. Her contracting cunt did it's trick and triggered his orgasm and she felt the spurting of his warm seed into her needy womb. When his contractions stopped and he was sure every drop of cum was inside this slut, he withdrew. 

Mark was lying on his back and he was watching as the young slut Tiffany rode his cock. He turned his head and noticed a large screen TV on the wall. He watched as a cock pulled out from a cunt, then the camera zoomed in to the still gaping orifice. Her flaps and clit wet with juice. The huge pool of cum, clearly visible inside her hole. The camera then zoomed out as another cock entered the woman. Then panned up her body to her face. It was then that Mark realised that it was live vision of Sharon that he was looking at. He made a mental note to get a copy for Marcus, before re-focussing his attention on the task at hand. 




The Gathering



Tiffany threw her long blonde hair back in bliss as she rode Mark's cock for all it was worth. One of the other guys hopped up next to Mark and began feeding his thick cock into her ravenous mouth. Mark pinched her nipples which were quite large and hard as bullets. Her Bra had been pushed down below her breasts making them look larger. Tiffany arched her back and Mark ran his hand down her belly. Then he held her knickers to one side then held his thumb at the base of his cock, in the perfect position for Tiffany to rub her clit against. She let out a cock muffled moan and then started thrusting her pelvis harder. 

Mark knew his cock was just there for her pleasure and he liked the feeling of being used. Tiffany's moans became louder and more of a shreak. She released the cock from her mouth, threw her head back and and let out a long shuddering moan. Her pert breasts started to shake as did her tummy. Mark could feel her strong orgasmic contractions deep in her cunt. A second later, he shot his load and Tiffany started to gyrate her hips to milk every drop of seed. Mark could feel the hard nub of her cervix as his cock rotated inside her fuck hole. His contractions subsided and a moment later Tiffany lifted herself off his organ and empty balls. 

The guy who had been fucking Tiffany's mouth jumped down from the fuck station and positioned himself into doggy position behind her. Mark watched as a final contraction pulsed through Tiffany and a huge globule of cum gushed from her cunt, this was then followed by smaller strings of seed hanging like a pearl from her left flap. 

He ran his cock between Tiffany's flaps coating his cock in seed and honey. He then found her entrance, grabbed her hips and rammed his cock into her. Mark watched from his position as his balls swung backward and forward tapping Tiffany's clit, no doubt pleasurably for Tiffany. Tiffany dropped down so that her body was laying on Mark, her breasts squashed against his chest. Mark looked deeply into Tiffany's eyes as she took the guy's cock. 

A moment later, somebody grabbed a handful of Tiffany's hair turned her head towards his cock and started fucking her mouth. 

Feeling a little like he was in the wrong position, Mark squirmed out from under Tiffany and took a moment to watch the action. Thanks to the little blue pill he had taken earlier, he'd lost none of his hardness, so he looked around the room to find Lisa. 

Lisa was sitting back in a leather chair that looked purpose built for fucking. Now almost completely naked except for a few strands of torn material, the petite brunette had cum bridging her nose, her perfectly sized tits were crowned by pierced nipples and the guy fucking her had his cock deep in her arse, and also slid three fingers into her well-fucked cunt as he pounded her.

"We're fucking spoilt for choice tonight," a tall guy with a goatee and ponytail said to Mark. "I might go fuck that new slut that you came in with. She your wife?"

Mark chuckled at the idea, "No mate, but her husband's one lucky man."

Sharon smiled at them both as they approached her. Her face was glazed with cum, the guy fucking her pulled his white coated cock out of her pussy. The jizz in her flowed out and pooled on the material of her skirt. 

Mark nudged goatee man and said "I've heard she likes taking two in her pussy. Two in the pink is better than one in the stink her husband told me."

"Is that so. You up for that?" Goatee asked. "I'm in."

"Why not," Mark chuckled at the double meaning.

Mark winked at Sharon and held his hand out to her. "Time for us both to fill you up." 

Goatee grabbed the blanket and folded it on the floor as Sharon wiped the cum off her face with the corner of her blouse. "Can I get undressed now?" she asked the adoring crowd of men. "I prefer to fuck naked."

"It's called a gathering for a reason," one of them said "It's not just a meeting of like minds, we like to gather up clothes."

"I don't care," a burly bloke with a disproportionately small cock said, "Let her strip off, we don't want her pulling the pin on us."

There was a muttering of voices and Sharon knew she was the one in power. "I'll leave the stockings on," she said. "How's that for a compromise?"

Suddenly the voices were all in the affirmative as Sharon quickly disrobed. 

Goatee laid down on the blanket and Sharon mounted him, his cock sliding effortlessly in. Two guys took their positions at her face, taking turns fucking into her mouth. 

Mark stood behind them all and stroked his rock-hard cock. Goatees cock was fully lubricated with jizz and cunt-juice and he had one finger in her arse.

Goatee realised that Mark was ready and removed his finger. Mark said to Sharon. "Ok slut, spread those legs baby, here I come" 

There was a group of men standing around waiting to sample Sharon's oral skills. Mark took a moment to savour the view of her cunt. Her flaps were stretched around Goatee's shaft which was buried deep into her velvety fuck hole. Mark was thinking how on earth he could get his cock inside too. But he held his hard on with one hand, aimed at the spot below her arse and at the base of Goatee's cock. 

The resistance was fierce, so he had to push quite hard. Then suddenly her cunt relented and he was inside. 

Sharon stopped sucking the cock that was in her mouth and let out a loud moan. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

Goatee's glans was pressed hard against Sharon's cervix and as Mark's cock slid along his length his cock pressed Goatee's cock harder into her cervix. Mark started humping slowly and steadily at first. He was wanting Sharon's hole to adjust to the girth of the two cock's.

When Sharon cried "Fuck me, fuck me..." Mark knew that she was ready. 

The group of men standing around cheered.

Mark grabbed Sharon's hair and gently held her head back and then started to thrust faster and faster. 

Sharon's soon cried as a climax overtook her body, the pleasure radiating from the most intense pleasurable feelings that she was feeling in her fuck hole. She loved the feeling of being so full. 

As Mark was thrusting, Sharon rotated her pelvis and squeezed her cunt muscles. The feeling for both men were almost unbearably pleasurable. Goatee man said to the group watching. "Guys, this slut knows how to fuck a cock good... her cunt feels in-cred-ible... " he panted. 

Mark was starting to feel that familiar feeling of his approaching orgasm. His cock was squeezed tightly between Goatee's cock and Sharon's luscious cunt walls. As his cock bottomed out his glans rubbed over Goatee's glans which was pressed into her cervix. 

Mark said "I'm gonna cum soon..."

"I'm close too" panted Goatee. 

"Yes guys give me your cum... Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeee..." cried Sharon.

Mark said. "Mate, lets see if we can give her a double shot." Goatee grunted in response... 

"I'm close mate, you?" 

"Almost there" was the reply...

A moment, later Mark cried "I'm cumming" as he rammed his cock balls deep into her. 

Another climax shuddered through Sharon, her cunt gripping the two shafts inside her. 

A second later, Goatee cried "I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." 

Sharon could feel the two cocks contract and shoot their hot white seed into her womb. It's not often that she actually feels a guy's ejaculation inside, however this time with both cock's jetting their fertile jizz, splat, splat splat into her orgasming cunt, she could. 

Up until then, none of the men were game to put their cocks in her mouth due to the strained, yet joyous, look on her face, but as she relaxed onto the two softening cocks in her cunt, one of the men began a slow face-fuck.

Mark watched as he slowly removed his cock. Her cunt lips contracted around Goatee's cock as his bell-end slipped out, trailing a stream of jizz behind it. He grabbed his cock and squeezed a few more drops out of it and wiped the orbs over her peach shaped arse cheeks. Mark was about to feed his cock into her mouth for a clean up reward, but the bloke fucking her mouth pulled out and after pumping for about two seconds, shot a thick load of cum all over her face. 

To avoid the cum stalactites Goatee shifted her sideways and lifted her off himself. 

"Okay guys," he said "we've loosened her up for you. She likes taking two in her pussy so if you're up for that, she'll take it."

Sharon knelt up on the blanket and gazed at the adoring crowd of men below. She scooped up some of the cum on her face and licked it off her finger. She then smeared the rest down her chest before gathering up even more that was oozing out of her well-fucked cunt. 

"I'm up for it," a bloke volunteered and immediately climbed on the pallets and lay on his back, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"I suppose so," another said as he nudged a few other aside. 

This time Sharon squatted over the guy with her back to him, his cock slid easily in. As the other guy moved in between her spread legs, she lay back and two of the other guys helped out by holding her stockinged legs apart.

Sharon looked out over the venue and saw that Lisa, her clothes hanging in shreds off her petite torso, was now just standing with a group of guys having a drink. Tiffany was was bent over the side of the pallets, her arse filled with cock. Her view though was obscured as another guy offered her his cock.

Mark went and grabbed a couple of beers from the esky and offered one to Goatee. They stood watching the semi-naked Sharon taking four cocks and the guy with the video camera filming it all.

Mark took a swig from his beer and shook his head in disbelief. "How good is she?" he asked Goatee, "I'll say it again, her husband is one lucky man."

Goatee sipped on his beer, trying to hide the broad smile on his face. Mark stared at the tall handsome guy with the rockstar goatee and ponytail and before he could say anything, Goatee put a finger to his lips.

"Yes, it's me, Marcus" he said to the slack-jawed Mark. "Don't go telling anyone else though will you?

Mark blinked wildly before laughing into beer. "What the fuck?" he said. 

Marcus couldn't stop smiling. "It's just a bit of a game we play. We come here every time we're in Melbourne. You're the lucky man this time around."

"Wow," Mark whispered, "Thanks man."

"Don't worry about it," Marcus said, "We play it safe. You didn't recognise me from the bar earlier did you?" Mark shook his head in the negative. 

"I was in the corner watching it all unfold." Marcus said, "If you're up for it, we do have another night here and Sharon does like you."

"Another chance to fuck your wife?" Mark could feel his cock harden. "Fuck yeah!" 

*****

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The Gathering at Harvest Hill



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"Who says I can't start a good fire?"

Wayne was standing right in front of the billowing bonfire with his arms spread and a proud smile on his face. Andrea watched him from her spot on the tailgate of the truck, wondering if he was already drunk enough to fall into the flames. He looked as though he'd just given all mankind the gift of warmth and light.

A beer can bounced off the back of his head. The entire group of friends laughed at him. Andrea cracked a smile.

"Get away from the fire, Prometheus!" Erica yelled to him. "I'm not putting you out if you fall in."

Andrea didn't know Erica, but really, she didn't know half of them. She squinted past the fire, trying to catch a good look at the girl. The redhead seemed like the loudest one at the bonfire the whole night. Andrea didn't really care for her. She was just too snarky. Her place on the tailgate was suiting her better and better as the night went on. 

"Man, it is dark as hell up here," she heard Ryan say. 

"You mean aside from the gigantic fire that Tom Hanks made for us?" Someone asked.

Wayne spilled beer down his goatee before retorting, "You know, I remember a lot of people, not very long ago, whining about... what was it... being cold or something like that?"

Ryan, who Andrea remembered was Tab's brother, ignored the rest of the gaggle and said, "No, seriously. There wasn't a single house or street light or anything out on the road. I went to piss a minute ago and I couldn't even see my dick, man."

"Well, that's not because it's dark," Erica said giggling. The two girls behind her and Ryan also went into fits.

Andrea kept quiet, like she always did. The group of friends were strangers to her. She couldn't keep track of them. She'd sworn to herself that she'd open up to these people, to have some drinks and have fun for a change. 

It was why she invited them here. 

She chewed her lip, watching the group of drunks. Invited was probably a strong word. Andrea was listening to a story that Wayne was telling about some "lame" Halloween costume contest the year prior, when Tab emerged from the trees beside the truck. Andrea felt her insides glow with relief. Tabitha glanced at the fire before turning a grin toward her. 

"Geez, how much stuff is he going to burn?" Tab said with a laugh. 

Andrea smiled. She could feel her cheeks getting warm, even though her skin was ice cold. Tab pushed herself up onto the tailgate right beside Andrea. She could feel Tab's eyes on her, but she found it hard to look at the other girl. Instead her eyes were fluttering into the flames. She tried not to think about how close Tab was sitting. No one ever sat that close to her.

"You're not cold sitting back here?" Tab asked, ducking her head and peeking into Andrea's gaze. 

Andrea blinked and glanced at her. "I'm... I'm fine." 

Tab smiled. "You sure? You look pretty cold." 

"I'm alright."

"Okay," Tab said. 

She leaned back and reached into the bed of her brother's truck and produced a half empty bottle of alcohol. Andrea eyed the amber colored liquid and her stomach did a little twist.

"You can't drink cold beer tonight," Tab told her. "This stuff will burn when it goes down, but it'll keep you warm, girl. Well... it'll make you feel like you're warm anyway."

Andrea's heart was already beating faster. "No, that's okay-"

"And you don't get to say no," Tab interrupted. "You can't say no to me tonight, remember? It's Halloween, Andrea! Break loose for a change!"

Andrea snickered. She remembered agreeing to Tab's terms. The large bottle was in her lap suddenly. Tab's hand was touching her jeans. Andrea took the bottle from her and cleared her throat nervously. 

"I'm... I don't really drink that much," Andrea said. 

"If you wind up naked and puking, I'll hold your hair back and keep Wayne away from you," Tab told her.

Andrea laughed. It felt good to laugh. She'd been laughing a lot lately, and it was usually around Tab. Ever since they'd met some weeks ago, Andrea had been doing a lot of things differently. It seemed likeTab just knew how to push her buttons. 

Andrea had just put her lips to the bottle when she heard Ryan say her name from across the fire.

"Nah, it's Andrea's old place or something," he said. 

"Holy crap," Erica barked. "This is Lovergirl's home?"

As the alcohol burned a trail to her stomach, Andrea had to fight the urge to cough. All eyes had turned toward her. She dared not give them the ammunition to call her a "lightweight". "Uh, yeah," she told the group. "I used to live up here when I was little. M-my family did."

"Well this is just cozy, Lovergirl," Wayne said. He was nodding and looking around sarcastically. 

"I think it's badass," Ryan said, pulling Erica close to him. "No cops, no angry neighbors, no anything. We can do whatever the hell we want up here. I should have brought some guns to shoot or something."

"Guns and alcohol," Tab said nodding. "Real smart bro."

Just as Andrea began to think she was slinking out of the spotlight, Erica spoke up again. 

"So your tribe used to live up here in the woods?" She asked. 

Ryan nudged her. Ignoring the girl's tone, Andrea licked her lips and answered.

"My grandparents had a trailer just up the way," she explained. "It's still there, but it's run down. They had a little farm here back in the day. After they passed it went to my... my other family... m-my aunt, but she hasn't really done much with it."

Erica looked around at the darkness in the trees beyond the fire. "I'll say."

"It's pretty cool," said a voice to their side. His name was Shane, as Andrea remembered. Or Shawn, maybe. "Bunch of the guys that work at the garage say this whole hill was 'haunted' or cursed or something like that. I think they're full of shit, but it is creepy up here. Fitting for Halloween night, you know?"

Wayne's eyes got big. "That's awesome."

Erica groaned. "Here we go with the 'it's haunted' stuff. Yeah it's creepy up here. If it was Christmas time, you'd all be saying it was magical out tonight."

"Who cares?" Tab blurted. "It's better than hanging around your uppity sorority sisters and yelling across the street to those pervy ass jocks."

"Easy there, Tabby Cat, you know I'm just kidding around," Erica said with a smug grin. Her eyes flickered over to Andrea. "So where's the Indian burial grounds, Lovergirl?"

Andrea swallowed and shook her head. "It's not haunted. I... I d-don't know how that got started. I think it's because my Grandpa was, like, really mean or something."

"You said their trailer is still up here?" Tab asked.

Andrea turned a surprised look at her friend. "Uh, yeah. There's a path back behind us. We aren't too far from it."

Tab hopped down from the tailgate, dusting off her jeans. "Let's go see it."

Her heart leapt into her throat as Tab motioned to her. "I don't know... are you sure? It's pretty dark." 

"It's dark as shit, Tab," Ryan called to his sister. "You will definitely get lost and I will definitely leave you behind in the morning."

"C'mon," Tab persisted. "Bring that rum. I wanna see this place."

Andrea glanced around at the woods. A walk through the dark woods was not something she was excited about. Already her head was whipping up frightening images. She felt eyes peering out from the black beyond the limbs. Shadows clawed at the night as the flames licked the sky. That cold feeling hit her chest again. This place had always done this to her. 

Her eyes found Tab's, and everything seemed less menacing. She'd be walking with Tab, away from the rest of the wild bunch. Tab had a way of making her try things, of putting her at ease. She watched the taller girl pull the zipper up on her hooded sweatshirt. Tab slid her hands beside her head and swept the waves of chocolate hair out of the hood.

Andrea slid off of the tailgate. "Well, I guess... I guess I can't let you go alone."

"Um, ladies? I just would like to point out," Wayne called, "that this is the part of the night where you go exploring in the dark on Halloween night and get murdered in the woods. When we hear your screams, we're just, uh... you know, gonna stay right here."

A few of the others chuckled.

Tab took the bottle from Andrea's hands. Their fingers brushed for just a second....

"Stay by the fire, Wayne," Tab said with a grin. "I know you're too chickenshit to go anyway."

Her comment made Andrea smile and drew a chorus of whoops and laughter from the rest of the group. Andrea hesitated for only a second, staring into the black beyond the fire. She took a breath and followed Tab into the woods.

****

A brilliant light flooded across the ground in front of Tab. Andrea peered down.

"Flashlight app?" She asked.

"Yep." Tab pointed her phone to the narrow path in front of them. "Is this it?"

Andrea rubbed her arms through the thin sweatshirt. "Yeah. If we follow this it should lead right to the trailer." 

"And this little bitty path is still here?" 

Andrea balked for a second. "Uh huh. I come up here from time to time. S-so does my aunt. The bonfire is actually where they used to burn trash and stuff."

"You should tell Wayne that your family were cultists that used to burn people for sacrifices."

Tab laughed at her own idea. Andrea snickered timidly as well. There were a few seconds of silence. Andrea followed the light from the phone, but her eyes couldn't help drift to the pitch black around them and wonder. Somehow, that bright white light made the woods seem even creepier. It illuminated the path and the branches before them, but the darkness surrounding them seemed even darker. She dared not turn behind to look. She stayed close to Tab and trudged on. 

"They like you, ya'know."

Andrea glanced over at Tab's smooth shadowed face. She was smiling. Tab was so pretty when she smiled.

"I'm sorry?"

"They may not be the best at expressing it, but Ryan and Wayne and the others really like you," Tab said. "You'll come around, too. I thought it was awesome of you to bring us up here."

Andrea nodded. "Why does Erica call me Lovergirl?" 

"Because she's a bitch," Tab said with one of her soothing laughs. "That's less about you and more about me. I don't really like her all that much but Ryan is crazy for her. So I tolerate the little ginger troll."

It surprised even Andrea to hear herself burst out laughing. 

"Don't pay attention to her," Tab warned. "I don't."

"What... what did you mean by 'it's more about you'?" 

Andrea searched the girl's round features in the dark. Tab sighed and said, "We used to be friends. Me, her, and another girl, Jennifer. She didn't like me and Jennifer being closer than we were with her... basically... and she started this big thing. I don't know, it's stupid."

It wasn't much to go on. Andrea didn't press the issue. She didn't really like thinking about Erica anyway. 

"Here."

Andrea looked down and saw the silhouette of the bottle of rum. Deciding not to resist, Andrea took the alcohol. She might as well let go a little bit. It wasn't often she was exploring in the dark with a friend. She knew she needed to have more fun. For some reason, it was just easier to see that beside Tabatha.

She put the bottle to her lips and took a sip. 

"No, that's not how you do it," Tab told her. 

Before Andrea could lower the bottle, she felt Tabatha's fingers lifting the bottom higher. Andrea managed two gulps before the burn was too much. She sputtered and coughed. At about the same time, her foot caught a root and she stumbled forward. Andrea was barely able to catch herself against the rough bark of a tree. 

"Shit, Andrea!"

When she turned, Tab was there. The girl was practically on top of her. Andrea felt Tab's hand on her side, as though to brace her.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

Andrea nodded feebly and offered a smile. For some reason the silliness of it felt good to her. She leaned back against the tree and blew out a long breath. Tab was right in front of her. It was as if she were worried Andrea would fall again. She realized that it was the closest she'd ever been to Tab, or to anyone. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Tab told her. "Bright side is you're not a lightweight."

Andrea raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She could feel Tab's breath when she spoke. "I mean, you didn't spill a drop. That counts for something."

Andrea stared at her for a few seconds before she burst out laughing. The absurdity had caught her off guard. She couldn't stop. She caught sight of Tab's smile, and went into a deeper fit of giggles. There was something inside of her that was expelled. She didn't know if it it was nerves or fear or worry, but Andrea felt herself opening to actual joy.

When at last she caught her breath, it hung in her chest. Tab's big beautiful smile was inches from her face. The light from her phone was down by their side, but the shadows kissed her round cheeks. Her brown hair appeared as dark velvety curtains to Andrea. She realized that Tab still held her waist gently. No one had touched her like that, and she found that she didn't want the other girl's hand to leave. 

Andrea didn't see Tab's chest rising and falling, but she felt it. The darkness of the trees both fell away and rushed toward her in the same moment. A realization hit her deep in the chest and fired on like a piston. Tab's eyes searched hers, but flitted down to her lips. Andrea was frozen in shock... or perhaps she was flattered? She couldn't decide what she was feeling. She didn't know what to do. Tab's lips parted so slightly....

The motion behind Tab took Andrea's eyes away. 

It was the shadows at first, the flicker of black against the light from the phone. Andrea went rigid. She saw it hunkering down. She watched it vanish into the trees. She couldn't stifle her gasp.

Tab drew back from her, confused at first, studying Andrea's expression. Something in her eyes spoke of rejection. It was when the leaves crunched and rustled that the taller girl spun. Her arm rose, spilling bright light across the woods behind them. 

"What the hell?" She cried. 

Andrea looked on wide eyed, frozen against the tree. Tab whirled as she scanned the branches.

"Did you see someone?" She asked.

Andrea stayed silent.

"Hey!" Tab yelled into the dark. "If you wanted to come with us you just had to say so!"

She glanced back at Andrea and grinned. Even such a pretty smile, with round dimpled cheeks and shining eyes, did little to put Andrea at ease. Tab put a hand beside her lips and whispered to her in the shadows.

"It's just Wayne," she hissed. "He's the worst freaking prankster and an even worse pervert."

The last word should have carried meaning with Andrea. Yet she was trying to blink away the image in her head, the paleness that had crept away into the woods, as lithe as a cat. That was not Wayne, could not have been Wayne. She couldn't say that to Tab. She'd sound like a nutjob, or a scared little girl. No, she couldn't tell Tab....

"Hey, is that it?" 

Andrea followed the other girl's gaze and the white light through the trees. She searched for a figure, for a glimpse of the prowler. Tab was staring up the path. She realized what Tab was talking about, and took only a glance for Andrea to confirm. She could see the old rotten screened in porch that her grandpa had build so long ago. 

"Y-yeah, that's the trailer."

Tab turned her excited eyes back to her. She lunged and took Andrea by the hand. 

"C'mon, let's check it out," Tab said. Then, she added with a whisper, "Maybe we can hideout and scare the crap outta Wayne. He's still out here somewhere."

Andrea didn't respond. She did well not to drop the bottle of rum as Tab pulled her along up the path. 

The clearing was dark. The sky was black. The girls came to stand before the squatting eyeless structure. Andrea glanced over to gauge Tab's expression. She saw no fear or uncertainty there. Even after all the years of this place, Andrea still got butterflies in her stomach, most especially at night. Ryan had been right. Everything on the hill was dark. It was so black and remote and silent, it made Andrea want to turn and run. 

"This is creepy," Tab said with a smile. She looked at Andrea and gave her hand a squeeze. "Let's go inside."

Andrea licked her dry lips. "I... I don't... maybe we shouldn't."

Tab was already pulling her along again. The old sagging trailer seemed to crack a smile in the shadows of the blinding light. 

"You can't say no tonight." Tab grinned. "Let's freak those guys out. We could get in there and start screaming and banging on stuff or something. Wayne will shit his pants for sure."

Andrea's eyes darted around. Useless. She couldn't see anything in the darkness. Her mind, however, disagreed. Just beyond where the tendrils of the shadows reached, she imagined pale forms slinking about, and heard the rustle of dry leaves. She drew up close to Tab. She couldn't let Tab see her that way.

Tab approached the wooden steps to the screen door. As the light of her phone swept over the deck on the back of the trailer, Andrea recognized the broken shambles of wood and torn screen. The screen door itself hung from a single hinge, and was bent and leaning half open. Andrea tried to peek up into the porch, but saw only a pile of junk furniture and trash.

"Well, the door is open," Tab said. She turned to Andrea and cast the light under her chin. "Spooky...."

Andrea realized she was referencing the back door of the trailer. Tab was right. She didn't see a door at all. Tab wasted no time. She shoved the screen door aside just enough to slip into the porch, then held the door open for Andrea. Even as her weak legs climbed the creaking steps, she could feel them shaking. She looked at the pile of trash in the porch as she eased inside, but Tab's light was already shining into the trailer itself. 

"Holy crap."

Tab stooped and made her way inside the trailer. Andrea had her arms crossed beneath her breasts. She clutched her thin sweatshirt in trembling hands. Following closely beside Tab, she examined her surroundings. It all seemed so familiar. The kitchen, the roosters on the placemats, the cubpoards where her tin milk cup stayed until Grandma put it in the freezer to chill. The bar was there, splitting the tiny kitchen from the living room. She remembered sitting at that bar sipping juice from a straw. 

"This place is trashed," Tab said as she inched through the kitchen.

It was a wreck. Newspaper, insulation, and other random garbage was strewn across the scarred linoleum. A single broken stool was sitting near the bar. The refrigerator was gone. Someone had shattered every window in the place. Andrea saw the carpet was shredded in the living room. For what reason, she couldn't imagine. The big couch was there. She had actually called it "the big couch" as a little girl. Grandpa's chair still sat against the other wall. Andrea couldn't count the nights she had run into that room at night to curl up in Grandpa's lap.

"What happened to this place?" Tab asked spinning around.

Andrea shook her head, still staring at the mess. "No one keeps it up anymore. Technically, m-my aunt owns it. She doesn't come up here too much, though."

Tab stepped into view. Andrea tensed. 

"Why is that?" Tab asked her.

"She just... sh-she just doesn't." Andrea fumbled for the right words. "Mama doesn't... they don't get along really." 

Tab cocked her head. "You've never talked about your mother before. About any of your family, actually."

Andrea tried to ignore the question. The chill nibbled at her thin sweater, and she rubbed her arms. 




The Gathering at Harvest Hill



"You're so shy all the time," Tab said. "Remember the fair out in Franklin? We had such a great time that day."

Funnel cakes filled Andrea's nose once more. She could hear Tab's laughter and the echo of all those voices. A smile crossed her face. Andrea tried to summon good memories. Her fingertips brushed the arm of the old "big couch". She felt warm again inside. The way things were before. 

"Wayne is probably freaking out somewhere out there," Tab said chuckling. She was peering out a broken window at the other end of the couch. "He won't step foot in here that's for sure."

Fear struck Andrea again suddenly. The images of the woods came back. Warmth fled her body, and the chill gnawed at her anew. She shivered. Tab spotted her and shined the light of the phone in her direction. 

"You're cold," Tab stated. 

Andrea started to protest, but Tab had already unzipped the hooded sweatshirt and pulled it from her shoulders. She wore a simple low cut tee underneath. Andrea was shaking her head when the sweater came flying toward her. 

"No, y-you need this more," Andrea said. "It's just a little chilly is all."

"Uh-uh." Tab straightened her shirt and ran her fingers through her long brown hair. "I'm good, I don't get all that cold. You're the one shaking, and you don't get to say no tonight."

Andrea studied the grey sweater absently. She closed her eyes and focused. Without looking up at Tab, she gathered her nerve to speak. 

"Y-you told me I couldn't say no," Andrea started. "To get me to... open up."

Tab looked at her, but was scanning the room with her phone.

Andrea licked her lips. "Is that what you wanted outside?"

Tab directed the light toward her. Andrea could see her shadowed brow furrow in confusion. 

"What?" 

"Outside," Andrea said. "B-by the tree... the path... you were trying to get me to... y-you wanted...."

Andrea could hardly breathe. It was hard to look at Tab, who stood frozen several feet away. Tab blinked, and her nervous chuckle dissipated as quickly as it formed. She lowered her head, toying with the rubber case on her phone. When her eyes rose, her face was full of worry. 

"Did you not know?" Tab asked quietly. 

Andrea couldn't find the words. It all started to come together. She merely thought she'd finally found a dear friend, yet every interaction she and Tab had in the past weeks suddenly meant something entirely different. The shock still hadn't faded. More than that, her emotions writhed in her chest. Andrea was reeling between elation and terror.

Tab sighed. "I'm... I'm sorry, Andrea. I don't know what I was thinking. I just thought... well, you were...."

Andrea felt a twist in her heart as it sprung into her throat. Tab shook her head and rubbed her temples. 

"It was stupid of me," Tab muttered. She looked away as she headed for the back door. "I'm so sorry."

Andrea hesitated. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't speak. At the last second, she grabbed Tab's arm. The bigger girl turned slowly to meet her gaze. Even in the gloom she could see the wetness in Tab's eyes. Andrea hoped that what she wanted to say was written on her face, for the words were lumped in her throat. With a swallow she gently pulled Tab toward her.

Tab's soft round face was inches from hers. With a trembling hand, Andrea reached up to touch the other girl's cheek. The words that finally came forth were little more than a gasp.

"Don't go."

Recognition swept across Tab's shadowy features. Her free hand slipped around Andrea's neck and pulled her lips to hers. Shards of time seemed to fly in every direction in Andrea's mind. She was frozen in that moment. Tab's full, soft lips were on hers. They were kissing. She was kissing her friend. She was kissing a girl. A girl! 

Their lips parted for a second. She felt Tab's tongue slide across hers. Waves of energy hit Andrea's spine. It felt too good. She let her tongue dance with Tab's, slowly, deeply. Tab's arm hugged her close. She could feel the taller girl's breasts mashing against her. A whimper was muffled against their lips as Andrea felt the cool straight whisps of Tab's dark hair. 

Andrea was reeling, physically falling back. The sweater slipped from her fingers into the dark. She dropped onto the cushions of the couch behind her. Tab was in her lap in an instant, greedy for her lips. Andrea was stiff and unsure. She hadn't meant for it to happen so fast but she didn't want to say no. Her back arched and her head pressed back to the cushions. Chocolate hair drifted around her face to tickle her skin. Smooth cheeks brushed against her own. The girls kissed desperately. They breathed each other's breath, gasping for the next taste. 

With her beautiful friend straddling her lap, Andrea did not know how to act. She let herself go, allowing Tab to lead the way. Bright light danced across the room for a moment. The phone had tumbled to the cushion, she realized. Trembling fingers brushed a lock of her hair from her forehead. Tab dove for her neck. Andrea groaned when she felt the girl's tongue sliding up to her ear. Soft nibbles and sucks made her toes curl. 

Tab rose. In a blur of deft motion, she was peeling the t-shirt off and over her head. Andrea could only watch in awe. She'd never experienced this. Tab was suddenly half naked in her lap. In the light from the phone that flared toward the ceiling, she let her eyes drift down across the exposed skin in front of her. Feelings she'd never encountered rushed to the surface. The only time Andrea had ever eyed another woman's breasts was with envy. Now she was staring wide eyed at the cups of bulging flesh. She was petrified, as though stagefright had seiged her body. 

Dark hair hid Tab's face in shadow. Her waist rolled. Her hips thrust across Andrea's, their jeans sliding together. The pressure felt amazing, and Andrea wanted to press back. 

"Is... this okay?" Tab breathed the words. 

Swallowing hard, Andrea nodded. Her hands were sliding across the thin denim on Tab's thighs. She watched her own hands grip the round hips that were rolling across her lap. It was Tab. She was touching Tab. Tab was making her feel alive. The thoughts ricocheted off the walls of her mind. 

Tab leaned in and their lips met again. Just as Andrea thought she might drown in the kiss, Tab pulled her head down toward her breasts. It was all such a rush. Andrea moaned against the girl's chest. The scent that filled her nose was intoxicating. She couldn't resist. With her face buried in Tab's cleavage, her lips opened and she sucked the flesh into her mouth. Fingers dug through her hair. She heard Tab let out a moan above her. 

The cup was folded down. The bra strap slid away. Andrea was suddenly tonguing a stiff nipple. She could hardly breathe but she didn't want to. Flesh was clouding her senses. She groped at the smooth skin of Tab's back. Deep inside, she felt a cold thrill. Andrea was shaking, but it was all nerves and excitement. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She wanted more of it.

Falling. She was falling again, in more ways than one. Tab guided her to lie flat on the cushions. Staring up at the half naked girl on top of her, she felt a glow deep between her hips. Andrea's lip quivered at the sight of the single huge areola staring back at her. It was dirty, all so dirty. She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to catch her breath. 

Tab was there though. Chocolate colored hair swarmed Andrea's face. Hot breath brushed her cheek. Cold air hit her skin. Her skin! With a single hand, Tab was pulling Andrea's sweater up her body. She bit her lip when her small breast was groped roughly through her bra. There was a clatter. The light in the room flashed for a second before going dark. The phone had fallen. Everything was happening fast. Andrea waited for her eyes to adjust. 

She didn't need her sight to know what was happening. Tab unfastened Andrea's pants. For a glimmer of a second, Andrea had the urge to protest. She felt like she was hanging ten toes on the edge of a skyscraper. Tab flipped her long brown hair behind her and slid her hand down Andrea's stomach. 

She felt the fingertips at the edge of her panties. Andrea tensed. She gasped. A naughty grin spread on Tab's face as she slid her hand deeper. Andrea's legs locked. She felt the urge to both squeeze her thighs shut and spread them wide at the same time. Smooth fingers cupped her sex. Her jaw fell open as she whimpered. 

Andrea's eyes had adjusted. Tab lowered her body and adjusted herself on Andrea's thighs. Their faces were close. The hand, snug in her panties, started to move. The pressure and the gently ebbing motion of Tab's palm was perfect, and Andrea threw her head back against the cushion. Her eyes rolled. Tab chuckled into her ear. 

It was as if a warm flame burned below. The sensations and racing thoughts bombarded Andrea's brain. She realized she was wet, so pleasantly wet, for Tab's palm glided in circles with ease. Soft lips kissed her cheeks. She could feel the brush of a nipple on her bared skin. As Tab started to roll her crotch across her thigh, Andrea grabbed her around the shoulders. Tab dug deeper, with both her hips and her hand. 

Andrea's eyes went wider. Her nails dug into the other girl's back. She imagined she could feel the heat from between Tab's thighs being smeared across her leg. Tab inched two fingers deeper into Andrea's panties. Andrea felt her lips parting below. The fingers dove slowly. The girl's met eyes as their bodies rose together in a great inhale of the pleasure. Colors zipped across Andrea's vision when she felt the penetration. She cried out in ecstasy. 

"Oh, God!"

Tab quickly muffled the cry with her lips. Beneath the curtains of the beautiful brown hair, Andrea moaned into Tab's kiss. Their lips parted after several seconds. 

"Shh, shh, not so loud," Tab whispered against her with a grin. "Wayne is somewhere outside probably trying to perv' on us."

As if Wayne was standing in the room, Tab glanced about. Adjusting herself awkwardly, the girl settled herself against Andrea. 

Then she began to thrust. 

Andrea's mouth flew open and her eyes squeezed shut. No sound came from her, but her mind was wailing. Tab thrust against Andrea's crotch -- where her fingers were still deep inside of Andrea. She never moved her hand. Tab only thrust slowly, her hips driving her own palm against Andrea's lips, and her fingers into her pussy. 

Biting hard on her lip, Andrea reached to clutch and handful of Tab's round ass. It didn't help. She could feel the muscles in Tab's cheeks clenching in her jeans every time the bigger girl thrust. Shuddering beneath Tab's body, she could already recognize the pleasant burn below. The warm glow in her crotch was growing fuller. Andrea's hips gyrated, which only helped Tab's hand glide across the sensitive flesh in her panties. 

Andrea started to go into spasms. She could only writhe beneath Tab. It only encouraged Tab to work her body faster. Her abdomen twisted and rolled like a slithering snake. Andrea didn't know where to grab. She felt like her brain was melting. Her breath became choppy little gasps. In the dark, she could see Tab smile. The heat was starting to kindle. 

The yell that burst from Andrea's mouth was stifled quickly by Tab's lips. Andrea tried to return the kiss, but her body was straining from the force of her orgasm. Her legs tightened, her back arched, and her fingers dug in Tab's soft brown hair. Her screams became long moans that were muffled against Tab's mouth. Tab rode her still. The sensation seemed to build and swell to unbearable limits with Tab's continued thrusts. Andrea bucked and jumped beneath her. 

The orgasm waned. Andrea relaxed. Her body sank into the couch cushions. The girls broke the kiss, and both gasped into each other. Where once she was cold, Andrea felt clammy and warm all over. All over she felt light and weak. Tab still ground her crotch against her, but ever so slowly. Andrea let her head roll to the side as Tab nestled beside her neck, breathing hard. 

Andrea stopped breathing. There was something odd about the calm that followed. Her senses were returning. She strained her ears. She swore she could hear....

Tab lifted her head. She blinked and looked around. Her eyes met Andrea's.

"What is that?" Tab hissed.

Andrea struggled to gather her thoughts. Was that running water? No... that was wrong. Where was it coming from? Was it the trees rustling outside? No, there was no wind. She listened close, and could almost make out....

Words. Someone was whispering. 

Andrea's lip quivered, and with a hushed voice she said, "Tab, someone's in here!"

Whispers turned to grumbling somewhere inside the trailer. The voice was a jumble of grunts and unintelligible jibberish. Quick heavy breaths punctuated the sounds. Fear pierced Andrea's chest like a speeding arrow. It was coming back to her. The fog of lust melted away to the horizons of her mind. What was she doing? 

There was a cough, then the sound of someone spitting. Andrea then heard a peculiar squishing noise.

"What the hell?" Tab cried.

She jerked her hand from Andrea's panties, sat up, and whirled. Tab peered through the darkness for a couple seconds before leaning down and feeling for her phone. When she turned, a blast of white light swept across the trailer and illuminated the kitchen. Andrea's chest rose and fell rapidly. She pushed herself up on her elbows as much as she could, staring wide eyed toward the kitchen. 

"T-Tab?" Andrea whimpered.

"Wayne?" Tab yelled. "Are you fucking serious? Get out of here!"

Tab rose from the couch and quickly adjusted her bra. Before Andrea could reach for her, she was walking toward the kitchen with phone in hand. Andrea searched the objects in the blinding beam of the cell phone light. She saw nothing. Until she spotted the figure hunkered behind the bar. 

Tab stopped short, peering into the kitchen. 

"Wayne? Get the fuck out!"

Andrea sat forward. "Tab, don't!"

"Jesus," Tab gasped, "what... what are you doing?"

Andrea heard the wet squishing noise, louder than before. A strange groan followed. 

Then a figure rose stepped out from behind the bar. Andrea's fears were confirmed. It was not Wayne. 

The light that flooded the kitchen began to shake. Tab was trembling. The bent figure spread it's skinny legs and all but crawled on the linoleum. It was a person, if he could be called such. He wore clothes, but in no way that made sense. A loose yellowed t-shirt hung about his narrow torso, while he wore yet another darker ragged shirt around his waist as though it were a dress. 

He was never still. Leaning this way and that, shaking and twitching, he cocked his head and stared up at Tab with wild eyes. With his free hand, he scratched and tugged at the tufts of messy hair on his scalp.

Tab was shaking her head. "What the h-hell...." 

The scrawny man jabbered and hissed, as though Tab's voice excited him. He scrunched up his scarred and twisted face and grinned. There might have been five jutting teeth that Andrea saw. The thin hunkered man worked his right arm up and down between his bony thighs like a piston. Andrea saw the glistening thing in his hand, and understood the source of the sloppy sounds she'd been hearing. 

"Nnngff... uhhnngfff... like likey uhn yee... ohh ho...."

Tab was backing away. Her shoulders heaved with her breath. She uttered sounds that were the onset of a scream. 

"Tab!" 

It was no use. Tab had wheeled around and darted for the back door of the trailer. Andrea saw a flash of motion. Something collided with Tab. Andrea heard the phone skittering across the linoleum. The light danced before flooding toward the ceiling. The scrawny person still stood by the bar, but another was on top of Tab on the floor. The newest man was in a wild frenzy, flailing his arms at Tab. It laughed and yelled something unintelligible at Tab, who was wailing in terror and pain. The thing on top of the girl beat and clawed at her relentlessly while the other crouched low and worked his arm faster, apparently pleased with the scene.

As Andrea scrambled to her feet, she screamed as another figure darted past her. Another wretched ugly man dashed into the light, crawling at an uncanny speed on all fours. Andrea stumbled and screamed again. Two madmen flung themselves about on top of her friend, her only friend, her sweet Tab. A sickening dance in the glaring light of the phone, casting spidery shadows on the walls and ceiling, all while Tab screeched and squealed and cried. The strange men yowled and yammered as they beat at the girl. 

Andrea bolted for the door. The three savages seemed not to notice. She threw herself against the screen door on the porch. The door flew open and she stumbled down the steps to the ground. In a flash she was up and running. Her every breath was a crying wheeze. Her feet found the path in the opening of the trees. The night rushed by her. Dark branches clawed at her. Roots and sticks reached up to grab at her. Andrea's eyes darted about, trying to pierce the darkness enough to carry her away. 

She collided with someone and yelped out into the night. She batted at the arms but it was no use. They held her firm. 

"Whoa! Holy fuck! Lovergirl?"

Andrea's eyes were wide. She wanted to scream but she couldn't. Her mouth was sealed and her breath came in rapid bursts through her nose. She was shaking. 

"Andrea! Andrea! Calm the fuck down! What is happening?"

She saw him. Wayne. It was Wayne. She could hardly make out his face in the dark, but it was Wayne. Andrea panicked. If he was here they'd find him. If they found him....

"Andrea! What is it!"

Andrea looked back up the path. "T-Tab. Tab... they got Tab. They got her."

"What? Who is--"

There was a sickening thud as Wayne's head whipped to the side violently. His hands went limp and dropped from her wrists. She screamed as he fell to the ground. Andrea reeled and crashed backwards into the leaves. Kicking at the earth, Andrea frantically retreated into the trees. Her eyes darted back and forth searching the dark. Something was there. It could be standing right over her! Where was it? 

For several moments, it seemed like nothing was happening. Had the attacker gone? Andrea honestly wondered if she should leap to her feet to flee or lie hiding until daylight. 

She froze when she heard the rumble. Breathing. Something was breathing. It had to be the person that had struck Wayne. Andrea fought to control her own breathing. She lowered herself, trying to hide from the attacker on the path. Every sound she made seemed deafening. 

Andrea couldn't see it. Not entirely. She could make out Wayne's pale arms sprawled wide on the ground. The shape that loomed over his body was enormous, tall enough that Andrea could trace the silhouette against the tree limbs overhead and the purple sky beyond. The figure was standing motionless, apparently staring down at Wayne. Andrea trembled in the dark. The figure stooped. The crunch of leaves under foot told Andrea it was walking. The person clutched one of Wayne's legs, and it dragged the body along. That low rumble of breath was still audible.

Then all became suddenly silent. Andrea could see the huge person's head. She could tell that the dark face was turning, scanning the trees. Her jaw fell open and she was quick to cover her mouth with her hand. The head swiveled slowly... then stopped. It was staring right at her. 

No! It couldn't possibly see her. Yet the shadowed visage of the huge person was directed right at her. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears for what seemed like an hour. Andrea held her breath for so long that her chest ached. 

The huge person trudged on, dragging Wayne's body by his foot. Andrea watched the figure fade into the darkness up the path. It was headed in the direction of the bonfire. For several moments, Andrea simply lay in the woods shivering. She had to get up. She needed to get to them, the others. She had to know....




The Gathering at Harvest Hill



Swallowing hard, Andrea forced herself to her hands and knees. She coughed and wiped her eyes. She kept seeing the shadows in the trailer, and Tab screaming. She strained her ears, but heard nothing from the direction of the trailer. They got Tab. She knew she would never get used to those words.

Andrea rose to her feet. In a wide eyed daze of shock and dread, she headed up the path toward the fire. She had to see the others.

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The branches reached out into the path like a thousand spider legs. The auburn glow ahead guided her way. She tried not to think of the darkness around her. Her feet stayed on the beaten dirt path. With each breath she quivered.

Andrea drew closer to the fire. She became more alert, but did not slow her steps. As she came to the clearing, she spotted the vehicles. Tab's car. Ryan's truck. Tab's friends had not escaped. Andrea's senses were numb. Only that cold feeling in her chest remained. 

The passenger door of Ryan's truck, the closest vehicle, was open. 

Andrea didn't turn her head. She only cut her eyes to look. Through the substance that coated the windshield, she could see a figure moving. Andrea kept walking. She passed the open truck door. The person hunkered in the truck seat worked busily on the body behind the wheel. His shoulders shook. The sounds alone were repulsive enough to make Andrea want to vomit. The body beneath the haggard person was not moving.

The scrawny thing snapped its head around. Andrea jumped only a little. He studied her over his pale shoulder with a single bloodshot eye. Andrea tried not to look into the cab of the truck. She knew what was happening. The person glared at her for only seconds before it resumed chewing. Her feet kept moving. When again she glanced into Ryan's truck, the pale bony savage had returned to its business in the driver's seat, its skinny form shaking as it tore at the corpse in the seat.

Andrea had reached the fire. The bodies were sprawled around. Some she recognized. Some she hardly knew. She stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest. It was warm by the fire. The flames weren't as high as they were, but she already felt better. 

She saw the shapes moving, bustling about the bonfire. There were three, no four. Five. One of them was pulling the shoes off of Erica's twisted form. It lifted the shoe up and examined it with wide eyes in the light of the flames. The wiry figure put its crooked nose to the sneaker and inhaled. Another oddly dressed being was licking the cheek of a girl near Ryan's truck tire. Andrea didn't even know her name. 

It spotted her. Andrea tensed. The thing shook its head. The long tufts of hair on its skull danced. She recognized the sweatshirt draped around its skeletal frame. The man dropped its jaw and let out a yowl. It scrambled across the earth on all fours. It was charging right at her. 

"Stop." 

The freakish person stopped dead in its tracks. It was as though it had been struck. In a fearful flurry the thing whirled. Andrea wearily followed his gaze. 

A woman stepped into the fire light. The eyes. Andrea saw her eyes first. It looked like they were glazed white. The rags that hung around her frail form did little to cover her flesh. Her graying hair was knotted and tangled beside her face. She stepped closer, slow and unblinking, like a woman hypnotized. 

Andrea didn't move. The ghastly woman came to stand right in front of her. The scrawny being that had dashed toward Andrea seconds earlier hunkered behind the woman, its long cracked fingernails digging into what flesh clung to her legs. For a time, Andrea stared at the ground, watching the light of the fire dancing on the grass. When she did look up, the woman cocked her head to the side, still studying her.

That gaze was hard to meet. The woman's cold glare was as enchanting as an owl's, but as chilling as the lifeless stare of a corpse. The glow of the firelight on her face only added unsettling dimensions to her face. Half of her face appeared cold and dead, while the other seemed frightfully alive. 

The savage at the woman's legs peeked around and grunted. It snarled its nose and gritted its jagged yellowed teeth. Andrea regarded the thing with a knot in her stomach. It's face was wrinkled, twisted, and haggard. The skeletal woman looked down at it, then traced its gaze back to Andrea.

The woman's head twitched. Then her lips parted to speak.

"You smell strange." Her voice was hoarse, and crackled just like the fire beside them. "They hardly recognize you anymore."

Andrea nodded. Her eyes darted down at the savage. It chewed its fingers and watched her from behind the woman's dirty legs.

The woman twitched. She looked toward the path. "What happened? Why was you back there?"

Andrea shifted. "They... we were at the trailer. They g-got some of them there. Bobby scared me is all."

The pale glazed eyes scanned her face. Andrea didn't miss the woman's scrutinizing look toward her jeans, which were still unfastened. Her pink panties were visible. Memories of Tab's face, her smile, her round cheeks... it was all assaulting her mind. Blinking hard and squeezing her hands into fists, Andrea prayed the woman didn't ask. 

Instead the woman turned. "Bobby? Your sister sayin' you gave her a fright."

Looking past the fire, Andrea saw the gargantuan figure in the old black suit, a ragged patch of clothing that was far too small for the lumbering man. It still clutched the ankle of what had once been Wayne. The body was missing too much to still be considered Wayne, however. The massive man turned his head toward them. Andrea still couldn't bring herself to meet the fleshy featureless glare of her enormous brother. She turned her eyes down.

"You alright girl?"

Andrea looked up. "Y-yes, Mama."

The thin woman twitched. Again her eyes looked down toward her crotch. Andrea crossed her arms. She felt embarassed and ashamed. Tab's dimpled cheeks flashed in her mind. She couldn't bear it. Maybe she wouldn't ask her. 

"Your Auntie been talking to you again?"

Andrea shook her head. 

The woman looked down at the thing at her legs. "Thomas, go and find the book. It's almost time."

The scrawny man muttered something and scurried off, barking toward the others. 

The dead gaze was back on Andrea. The girl swallowed hard and found the courage to speak. 

"Is Grandpapa okay?"

The woman studied her. "They're fine, girl. Him and your Maw is doin fine."

It wasn't the answer Andrea was looking for.

"You ought ta' stay tonight," Her mother said. "I worry 'bout you down there. You ain't never got the blight, but you're still my blood."

Andrea managed a weak smile. "I can't, Mama. I just can't."

The pale woman's eyes narrowed. "You not thinking 'bout running again, are ya' girl?"

"No, Mama," she said shaking her head.

With an unsettling twitch, the old woman snorted. "Can't nobody hide from Him. You should know that. He is the provider. He calls on you. He's always watching from the dark."

Andrea nodded. "There's a diner. It's right beside this truck stop, a gas station, you know? They're... they're hiring and I though I c-could maybe--"

The old woman paused. At last she nodded.

"Do what you must, baby girl," her mother said. "Our family is gettin' bigger. Your brothers look forward to seeing you."

The woman turned and walked toward the fire. Andrea looked around at the bodies strewn around in the clearing. Bobby still watched her with his faceless gaze. Erica's body lay naked in the grass. Her red hair was littered with blood and leaves. Andrea turned her eyes toward the black of the woods beyond. The black always scared her. She knew too much about what her family lived alongside. 

The others were already coming back, crawling from the dark woods on their knuckles and toes. Andrea couldn't count them. She spotted a few dragging the huge spit. Her skin flushed warm when she saw the bones that adorned the thing. All she could see was Tab's sweet smile. She closed her eyes.

"Mama?"

The frail woman turned. "Yes?"

She swallowed. "Do you think He will be pleased?" 

Her mother's glazed eyes caught the firelight. The stare was painfully long. Finally, the ghastly eyes turned toward the woods. 

"Yes," the older woman said. "Yes, you done good, baby girl. Just... don't forget about us. Harvest is the most important time, but we need you, too."

Andrea nodded and offered a weak smile. 

"Happy Harvest, Mama."

She turned and headed in the direction of the gravel road. She'd have to walk through the woods, Mama said He was pleased. It'd be okay to walk through the woods. Andrea thought of a northern accent. Yes. Boston or something like that. Maybe she just moved here. She'd always wanted to be a tough girl. Maybe snarky. Like that redhead. What was her name? Erica. Andrea did like the name. Maybe she could be an Erica. She'd have to be tough at that truck stop anyway. Snarky. She practiced swaying her hips as she walked. 

Erica. She liked that.

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