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Cathie stopped talking and sort of mewed, like a kitten. Her bottom
started doing slow circles around my cock. “Goss,” she said, “I’m not
sure I can stand this much longer. My anus is sending shivers of pleasure
up and down my backbone. It’s like you feel when fingernails scratch on
a blackboard but better. A lot, lot better.”

I watched her big ass move for a few seconds and realized I was in
control of myself. “If I can stand it, you can,” I encouraged her.
Cathie stilled her hips.

“When I’m masturbating, the spanking part of the fantasy goes on for a
long, long time,” she said finally. Speaking quickly, she said, “It seems
like Mack spanks me for an hour – or a few minutes. It’s hard to tell.
Then they make me take off my dress and I’m stark naked and they’re
all dressed. This part is fuzzy, Goss. I have to bend over Steve’s lap
on the couch and he feels my bum for a long time, then he spanks me,
very hard. When Steve stops for a second, Tony feels my bum and sticks
his finger up my asshole. At least, in my fantasy I think it’s Tony.
Finally, it’s Tony’s turn and I know my ass is all red already because
the burning covers all of it.”

“Tony makes me bend over the arm of the couch with my feet sort of half on
the floor and my face on the couch cushions. He spanks my ass a lot harder
than Mack or Steve. Maybe it’s because he’s standing up beside me or maybe
because he doesn’t ever rest, he just keeps slapping my poor bum and it
sounds like a machine gun firing and it hurts non-stop. After awhile,
I think he’s never going to get tired but eventually he stops and sticks
two, then three fingers in my bum. He starts finger-fucking my ass and
despite my tears and the incredible pain in my ass, it feels really good.”

Despite all my control and my good intentions, I notice my cock is slowly
fucking in and out of Cathie’s ass, of it’s own volition.

“Stop,” she said. “We’re almost there. At least, I’m almost there.”

I stopped, even though the blackboard scratching feeling was now running
up and down my own backbone, as if I was a tuning fork that had just
been rapped very hard by a metal object.

“Quick,” I croaked. “What happens? What finally makes you come when
you’re masturbating?”

“Mack says, ‘Let’s all bumfuck her.’ and Steve and Tony agree,”, said
Cathie. “In a flash, I think about getting fucked up the ass three times
by three different guys I don’t even know. In a mental flash I know
this isn’t going to do my reputation one bit of good around this town.
I struggle but Steve pins me down on the arm of the couch and I can feel
his hard prick digging between my ass cheeks. In spite of my struggles,
his cock pops inside my asshole. Without stopping, he pushes it all the
way up my ass. I’m pinned to the couch and he starts fucking my ass.”

“While I’m getting used to the cock reaming my tail,” continued Cathie
breathlessly, “Mack asks me, ‘Do you like it bitch?’ and I cry out,
‘Yes!’ and Steve continues to fuck me, really hard. My asshole relaxes
finally and it begins to feel really good. Steve jerks around a bit,
then comes in my ass, just I was starting to really get off on it.”

“Umm, Cathie, I’m getting close,” I said. Pleading, I asked, “Is this
fantasy going to last a lot longer?”

“Tony makes me lay flat on my belly on the couch,” Cathie continued,
oblivious to my plea and maybe to me, too. “He lays with his belly on my
back and puts his legs outside my legs. I feel a fat little prick push
through my tightly clenched ass cheeks, slippery with sweat. Eventually
he pushes it into my asshole and begins fucking me. It’s not very deep
but it’s stretching my asshole and the friction, with my legs closed,
is incredible. I can’t believe it but I come like a river. I don’t think
Tony notices because he doesn’t even slow down. His cock must be a blur,
sliding in and out of my bum. When he yells, he pulls out and shoots
his sperm all over my bare ass. I can feel all the hot splatters.”

“Uh, Cathie, anytime,” I said.

“Mack makes me get up off the couch and forces me to my knees. First Steve
puts his soft prick in my mouth and I suck it for awhile. Then Tony moves
in front of me and I suck on his cock. Finally, Mack makes me suck him
until he’s got an erection. He wipes his prick on my face, leaving wet
streaks. Looking down into my eyes, Mack says, ‘Do you want it up the ass
again?’ and I look up into his eyes and say, ‘Yeah, fuck my ass, Mack.
I want you to fuck me in my ass.’. ‘Bend over, slut,’ he says.”

“I can hear Steve laughing, ‘Up her ass, Mack. She really loves it up
her ass.’. At the same time, Tony is saying, ‘Hey, Mack, Cathie’s got
a sweet bum. Bumfuck her until she can’t sit down for a month!’. I bend
over with my head on my arms and stick my ass up in the air. My legs are
spread wide. Vaguely, I notice none of them has even bothered to take
off his pants. They all have their cocks sticking out of the front of
their jeans. I don’t care. In a way, it’s even exciting, being the only
naked person in the room.”

“Can I fuck you now?” I asked Cathie.

“No,” she said. “Just wait until we come naturally.”

“There’s nothing natural about this,” I replied laconically. “But I’ll
try anything once.”

“At long last, the guy I really wanted to fuck kneels down behind me,
between my legs,” said Cathie. “Originally, I didn’t really imagine him
fucking my ass, but I’m in the mood now and I’m really anticipating a
good assfucking. It’s funny, Goss, but I hardly feel Mack’s cock go
into my ass. He starts pumping me and I can actually feel his long,
thin penis caroming off the edges of my anus and the walls of my rectum.
I don’t know how he ever gets up enough friction to enjoy himself but
eventually he comes up my ass. I don’t even feel him pulling it out.”

“Then they all leave and I’m left alone,” said Cathie. “I’m totally
unsatisfied and I go to bed and masturbate.”

I looked down at her wide ass and narrow back, at the curls of black
hair laying on her neck. “That’s it?” I ask, incredulous.

“Of course, stupid,” she said. “It’s you I want up my ass, Goss. It’s you
I want to come in me. About three more throbs of your beautiful cock
and I’m going to come.”

As I was glancing down at my cock, buried to the hilt up her asshole,
Cathie came violently. Reflexively, she pushed her buttocks back,
then pulled forward for a long time, then rammed back onto my cock.
Unmoving, totally relaxed, totally unprepared, I exploded into her.
It felt something like a firehose blasting away at a burning building.
After a minute or so, I began wondering if my heart could take it,
then decided I didn’t care. I let my mind, my heart, my soul and my
life drain into Cathie’s body for a short eternity.

When I came to my senses, she was collapsed onto the pillows and I was
collapsed onto her back.

“Leave it in,” she said. “I have another fantasy I want to share with
you.”

I didn’t hear anything because I was asleep.

Well, babe, you said to write back quickly, so here it is.
Wow, you don’t mess around, do you? 16 pictures! (Actually, I
hope you DO mess around. And I want to do it with you!) We could
argue over who has the better body, but why waste the time? Lori,
I’m going crazy over yours. Your tits are just the right size for
me, and your nipples look delicious. Now I’m looking at your ass
and wishing my lips were planting soft kisses all over your
cheeks. Do you like to have your ass kissed? Your first photo
hinted at the cuteness of your face, but it certainly didn’t do
you any justice. And I REALLY like the photos of you oiled up,
too. You look so sexy that way. Wouldn’t it be fun to get oiled
up together and make beautiful love? Oh what I’d give to rub my
body against yours!
I know what you mean about typing with one finger. That’s how
I typed the first letter I sent you. I think I write sexier that
way. Luckily, I have a computer, so I can go back and correct the
mistakes. But don’t worry about yours. The mistakes show me how
excited you are. And I want you to be excited. Today I’m wearing
my Joni’s Butterfly, so I can use both hands. But I can tell
already that I won’t be able to make it through all of this
without an orgasm break.

Yesterday was such a bummer for me. I found your anxiously-
awaited letter in my mailbox, but my husband and kids were around
all day. I wanted so much to spend time poring over your letters
and photos. And I had such a need to write to you. I was
constantly aware of the wetness between my legs. Finally, when
the kids were down for their nap, I told my husband I was going
to take one, too. He winked and offered to help, but I begged off
with fatigue. Then I locked myself in the bedroom and spent an
hour and a half masturbating over you. Lori, you’ve really
excited me! And don’t worry about my husband. You primed me
pretty well for some rousing fun with him last night.

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch you bring
yourself to orgasm. It’s nice to know someone else who admits she
appreciates masturbation as much as I do. You know how secretive
girls are about that. Even some of the bi girls I’ve known
wouldn’t admit they masturbated. I’ll never figure that one out.
You’d think that would be an easier taboo to overcome than
bisexuality. My college roommate and I use to sit in chairs
facing each other while we masturbated and talked dirty to each
other. That was always exciting to me. I like to watch my lovers
masturbate, and I was even fortunate enough to see a couple of
girls do it when they didn’t know I was watching. Anyway, we’ll
have to compare notes.
I loved the story about you and Karen. It’s fun to imagine it
happening. And it’s fun to picture what you must have looked like
at 15. Probably because of my background, teenaged girls will
always turn me on. But enough of that. You were curious about my
first time.

My first experience with sex of ANY kind was at fourteen. My
sister was sixteen, and she’d just returned from her first date.
(I think we started dating a lot later than you, Lori.) I’d been
curious about cocks for a couple of years, and I’d certainly felt
the empty, tingling feeling between my legs. But other than
squeezing my thighs together, I did nothing and knew nothing. And
I’d been envious of Kathy’s big breasts for quite awhile, too.
(Mine were just little buds.) But I can’t say I had any sexual
feelings for her or her breasts.
At any rate, I’d lain awake waiting for her return because her
first date was exciting for both of us. Under the covers and in
the dark, she whispered all the little details. Unbeknownst to
me, however, she was playing with her pussy while telling me her
exciting story. All of a sudden, in the midst of the petting
“struggle” at the park, she stopped and was lost in her first
orgasm. I had no idea what was going on and was afraid that
something terrible was happening to her. She kept me from getting
Mom for help (Wouldn’t that have been something!?), then told me
all about what had happened, how good it felt and what caused it.
I tried. It felt nice enough, but it certainly wasn’t a big
thing for me.
Kathy came over to my bed to show me how. I still remember
every single second of that night, Lori, and the emotions each
…End of the part1. To be continued..

On the way to the examination room, he gave me some forms to fill out and told me to remove all my cloths and put on a gown, he would be back in 10 minuets. This was the first time I had been to a gynecologist for an examination. The examination room was huge. In the center of the room was a large examination table. There where large cabinets along the walls with big locks on them and other strange equipment around the room.

I started to fill out the medical forms; the first was my medical history. The history form asked me a lot of sexual questions. Most of the things I had not even heard of. The second form was consent form to perform an examination it was very long and written in medical terms I did not read it. I completed the history form and signed the consent form. I removed my shirt and pants, put on the gown, and waited for the doctor.

The doctor came in and read the forms. He asks me my age I told him I was thirteen. He asks me to step on a scale. I weighed 80 pounds and was 4Т6ТТ tall. He then noticed that I still had on my bra and panties and asks me to remove them and get up on the examination table. I had never been naked in front of a man before. I removed my bra and panties and set on the table.

Once I got on the table he helped me lie down on my back and he put my feet in the stirrups. Then he told me that he was going to put on a few straps so I would not move during the examination. He put a big belt around my waist and pulled it down tight. The stirrups where very big and he put straps around my thighs and down at the ankles. I was starting to get very nervous being all strapped in not knowing what he was going to do. The Doctor then pulled out a controller for the table and told me the table could move in all kinds of positions. He pushed some buttons and wings came up on each side of me for my arms to rest on. The doctor proceeded to fasten my hands to the table wings.

The doctor went over to a cabinet, pulled out a lot of equipment, and put it on a cart by my feet. The doctor then removed my gown. I was a little ashamed, I have very small breast and very little hair around my pussy. He then told me he was going to examine my breast. He slowly started to press down with his fingers on my left breast and massaged it. Next he squeezed my breast very hard. All most immediately my nipples became erect. The Doctor squeeze on my nipple and pulled on it. He did it just hard enough it was starting to hurt. This was exciting me and had my pussy getting wet. He did the same to my other breast and asks me if I ever played with my breast. I was starting to get very nervous about what kind of examination this was. I told him I had never played with my breast.

The doctor then proceeded to moved the examination table so my legs where spread very wide, with my feet high in the air. He then made the table slant so I was at about a 30 deg angle with my head down. The blood was going to my head and making me feel a little funny. He then proceeded to stand between my legs and looked at my pussy. He told me I have a very pretty pussy. At this point I wanted to leave and find another doctor. I told him to let me up and untie me. The doctor just laughed. You signed the release form for me to perform an examination on you. The examination allows me to do what I feel is necessary, we can do this the hard way or we can both have some fun said the doctor. I was in shock now. What had I gotten my self into? The doctor then turned on a monitor so I could see what he was doing.

The doctor then told me he was going to examine my labia major and minor, he then started to pull on the lips of my pussy one at time and touched them all over. He measured them and wrote this down on my chart. This was the first time I had seen my vagina opened up. The doctor then stared to explore my clitoris, it was partially covered by its hood. He rubbed my clitoris very softly, I was getting excited. My clit started to peak out of the hood and I could see it on the monitor. The doctor then picked up a glass tube about 2 inchТs long and about ╜ inch in diameter that had a long hose attached to some equipment. He slid it over my clitoris and then turned on a switch. The machine was a vacuum pump. My clit was sucked into the tube. I started to scream, it was really hurting. The doctor said he was measuring the capacity of my clit to expand and to relax, it would feel good in a minute. He left the vacuum on for 5 or 10 minutes and it did quit hurting. The doctor turned off the vacuum machine and pulled off the glass tube. He measured my clit at 1 inch long. He bent down and sucked it in his mouth and started to lick it with his tongue. I was almost knocked out by my orgasm. This was the first time I ever had an orgasm.

After I recovered the Doctor attached some bands around my thighs. The bands had elastic cords on them with a clip at the end. These clips where attached to my pussy lips. The doctor tightened up the bands to stretch my pussy lips open. I could see that my pussy was open for his inspection. There was a sharp pain when he put the clips on my pussy lips. I am going to examine your hymen next said the doctor. He started to feel it and measure it. He described it as covering 90 % of my opening and being very thick and he could not see past it. The doctor said you are lucky you did not try and have sex before it would have been very painful. The doctor then took some pictures of my hymen.

You will have to have your hymen removed before you can have sex and I should trim back your hood over you clitoris to help you have orgasms said the doctor. He did not even give me a chance to say any thing. I tried to tell him I wanted to see another doctor but he said I had signed the authorization and he was going to do it. The doctor reached down and picked up a scalpel and a big tongue depressor. He worked the tongue depressor in to my vagina then turned it so the flat side was against the back side of my hymen. He said this will hurt a little bit when I remove you hymen. Then he proceeded to cut out my hymen. It was a very sharp pain, I screamed and cried. It took a long time for him to cut it out he said he wanted to extract the whole hymen in one piece. There was a lot of blood. The doctor removed the tongue depressor with my hymen on it. I am going to preserve your hymen for my collection. He went over to a table and carefully placed my hymen on a 2 inch square piece of glass, smoothed it out and coated it with a preservative. In about 2 hours I will have to put another glass slide on top of it said the doctor.

Now I am going to trim the hood from your clitoris said the doctor. He picked up the scalpel and a clamp from the table. He attached the clamp on the hood above my clitoris and squeezed it very hard. This was starting to really hurt again. I ask the Doctor to stop. He told me he was almost done. The doctor then cut away the hood to expose my clitoris. There was more blood running down my vagina and I was in a lot of pain. I could see my clitoris for the first time. I was excited about being able to touch it.

The doctor came back over to me and wiped the blood from my pussy. The pain had changed into a dull ache. Now I am going to examine your vagina and uterus next said the doctor. He picked up a round rod about the size of a pencil. He then inserted that into my vagina until he hit the back wall of my vagina. Your vagina is 3 inchТs long you have a very small vagina. He then withdrew the instrument and went over to a cabinet. I am going to use my smallest speculum on you he said. He opened a cabinet with over 50 speculums in it. I could see the smallest was about 2 inches long and maybe as big around as my finger. They went up to a size that was 2 feet long and looked like I my head would fit through it. I was glad he got the smallest one. He then came back over and started to push the speculum into my pussy. It hurt as he pushed the speculum into my vagina. I said it was too big. The doctor said he had it in all they way and now he would open it up. He opened it slowly it sure did hurt. The doctor moved a light to shine inside my vagina.

The doctor inserted his finger inside my vagina and felt my cervix. The next part of your examination is a pap spear said the doctor. He reached for a tool that looked like a bottle brush about ╝ inch in diameter. I am going to get a sample of the inside of your uterus he said. He then inserted the tool inside the speculum and pushed it part way inside my uterus. That is when it really started to hurt. He slowly turned the tool a couple of revolutions and withdrew it. It was covered with blood. The doctor asks if I had ever had a period before, I said I had not had one yet. He wiped the sample on a slide. I will send this to a lab for some test said the doctor. He then withdrew the speculum.

I thought he was done with me, I was wrong. Now it is time for the vagina stretching so you can have sex said the doctor. I have my own tool for that he said. The doctor then removed his pants and underpants. I had read a penis was about 5-6 inches long. This was the first erect penis I had seen. The doctorТs penis was about 12 inches long and bigger around than my wrist. I was in shock and started to tell the doctor I did not want to have sex with him. He then started to laugh. He said that I had signed the release form and it said that you would have sex with me as payment for my services. He then lubricated his penis with some KY jelly. He said it was important that I relax or he would have to suture me back up when he was done and I would be very sore after that.

The doctor got between my legs and rubbed his penis on the outside of my pussy until he found the hole. He started to push his big penis into my pussy. It hurt so bad I was sure I had torn, I begged him to stop. You are still stretching said the Doctor. He had gotten the head of his penis inside me finally. Slowly he started to pull back a little then he shoved forward again. It did not hurt so bad this time. Finally he was touching the back wall of my vagina with penis. I thought he would stop there. He pulled back until must of his penis was pulled out. Then he rammed it back in as hard as he could. I started to scream it felt like he had ripped out my vagina. The doctor said he was in a little over 6 inchТs and now its time for the fun part. The doctor just pulled out all the way then he would ram it back in as hard as he could. I was in so much pain I was about to black out. I am getting a little deeper each stroke said the doctor. It took him a very long time to finally get his whole penis inside me. I thought he was going to kill me. The pain was starting to go away. I was starting to get excited as he stroked his penis in and out.

The doctor started to rub my clit as he stroked me with his penis. I was going to have the biggest orgasm of my life. I could fell his penis swelling inside of me. Then we came together. I almost passed out it was so intense. His penis filled my vagina with his sperm. He pulled out of me, after about five minutes.

I was bleeding a lot from my vagina. The doctor went and got a normal size spectrum and inserted it to my vagina. My vagina was burning at this point. Having sex with the doctor had stretched me out so I could take the speculum with out any additional pain. He looked inside and said I had a couple of small tears that he would have to suture shut. The doctor picked up a suture and a long pair of pliers. He then reached inside my vagina with the pliers and started to put in a stitch. It felt like a bee sting. After about 4 stitches and 4 screams it was over. The doctor removed the speculum.

The doctor came back with a rubber tube about the size of a garden hose with a big stainless steel nozzle on the end. I am going to wash out your vagina now. This should take away most of the pain. Then he tilted my body so I was upside down with my vagina pointing up. The Doctor inserted a nozzle into my vagina and turned on the water. It was very cold, my vagina shrank back down on that nozzle and tried to keep the water inside. I was in horrible pain as more and more water was flowed into my vagina. I was so tight that it was not letting much of the water out and more came in all the time. Finally the water started to squirt out. I looked like geyser. The doctor warmed the water up until it was just right. The warm water did take most of the pain away. After about five minutes of this the doctor shut off the water and removed the nozzle from my vagina.

The doctor told me he was finished. He turned the table so it was flat again and took off my restraints. The doctor gave me a monthТs supply of birth control pills. You will have to come back in 1 week for me to take out the sutures he said. The doctor also told me, if I told any one about this he would sell the video tape to someone in the porn industry and he would doctor my records so it looked like someone else raped me.
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2

I can never describe the delight I feel when my man enters
me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, is finally
scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it is, it makes you burn
for more. Each stroke made me crazier; squirming with delight.
Anywhere he touched, my skin burned; the pleasure and desire
spiraling back to where our bodies joined. And when the climax
comes, the satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the
itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, pulling
him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole process.
Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting his
head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed at his head,
my stomach suddenly distorting before my eyes. “You are some
kind of woman,” he whispered, ignoring the baby.
I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands into
his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our bodies felt
against one another, the delight of flesh against flesh. The
baby even seemed to quiet down; accepting finally that Mommy had
a life, too. My back even felt good, laying against the hard
table. Closing my eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

3

Jill and I were best friends all through high school, always together
and looking for good times. This either meant finding boys, or parties
or raising some sort of hell. Sometimes we’d drive around, looking for
a couple of guys in a car to flirt with, then lose them if we wanted to
“teach ‘em a lesson”.

Jill is beautiful without any question. She’s five foot six, with a
pair of very nice, long legs, blonde hair that falls halfway down her
back, blue eyes, and she’s very shapely…how does 38D-24-35 sound?
Dreamy isn’t it? Jill usually gets all the guy’s eyes when she walks
into a room, and her love of wearing tight sweaters doesn’t help. I’m
not so lucky. I’m only five three, with red hair, gray eyes (which is
unusual for a redhead I’m told), 108 pounds, and a modest 34C-23-35
figure. Along with the orange hair, I’ve got a typical redhead’s
peaches-and-cream complexion, with freckles here and there. Jill and I
have been friends forever it seems, and this last year was the first
year we spent apart, her going to USC and me going to CAL-Berkeley. We
both went home for the summer, and quickly caught up on the juicy
details of each other’s lives. So the first thing to do was to call up
some guys and get dates right? Wrong! Almost every guy we knew was
“hooked” by some gal, here or at school. So Jill and I fell back on
each other, and went to a movie together.

After the movie, we stopped at Marie Calendar’s pie shop, talking about
our interests (in guys at our schools), and Jill told me about something
she did that got me really excited. Jill had worked out late one day,
and she finished showering in the girl’s locker room and was just about
to leave the school. She saw a few guys on the football team working
out on the field and she watched them for a few minutes. Neither of us
knows who to thank for those spandex uniform pants, but they don’t hide
much! Jill cautiously crept into the men’s locker room, hiding in a
utility closet and peering out the slotted vents. Sure enough, these
guys come in, and start stripping down to shower, with Jill watching!
The closet was near the showers, and, according to Jill, she could see
both the lockers and the showers easily. One of the guys, came out of
the shower and stood there, toweling off in front of Jill’s closet door!
Jill said she was practically drooling, because this guy’s dick was
about six inches long, and it wasn’t even hard! All those flat stomachs
and tight asses had Jill all excited, and when the guys left, she crept
out of the locker room. I told her I didn’t believe it, and when we got
back to her house, she showed me a jock-strap she’d taken from one of
the lockers that had been unlocked! Like I said; Jill and I can really
get into trouble.

It was about a week later, when we went to a local bar, using fake IDs,
that we started our really nasty summer adventures. We let two guys hit
on us, and we were dancing and getting a bit drunk. Finally, we went
outside to their car, and necked for a few minutes. Both these guys
proved that they were jerks when they figured we were drunk enough to
let them do anything. The guy I was with put his hand under my top and
was squeezing my tits, and of course I was rubbing his dick through his
pants, feeling it grow. Jill was in the front seat, and I could hear
her moan but I couldn’t see what was going on. The guy with me tried to
unbutton my pants, but I stopped him, not wanting to get out of control
in the car. Jill and I finally said we had to go to the restroom, and
that they should both be stripped and ready for action when we got back.
Of course we went around to the front and got into my car and drove off,
both of us laughing at the thought of those two “studs” sitting naked in
the car, waiting for us.

The night was still young, and we were both a bit tipsy, so we drove
over to the beach. It was dark and quiet, and we let the fresh air
clear our heads as much as possible. Just as we rounded a small rock
outcropping, we heard someone moaning. We stopped and listened, and
peering through the gloom, we could see a couple fucking on the beach.
Jill and I watched, making some very scandalous and critical remarks
about the whole thing. They both came, the guy just before the girl,
and by the time they finished and started dressing, Jill and I were
sopping wet. We turned around and started back up the beach, when we
saw a guy walking towards us. It was pretty dark, and when he was about
ten feet or so away, he said “hello”. His voice was so sexy, that I
stopped and we both started talking to him. He said his name was Jeff,
and he asked us if we’d like to walk down the beach with him. Jill and
I really didn’t want to walk with him, and he smiled and said that he
understood (too many crazies around). So we talked for a bit, and Jill
…End of the part1. To be continued..

You say that because you don’t know, or don’t think. Yes, yes, he was my best friend’s
father. But you’re missing the point!

I was wandering the park. It was Monday afternoon; not many people out. It looked like
rain, but its not like I was gonna melt or anything.

Then I saw him. He was walking along the avenue of oaks. He looked gaunt, tired. No,
that’s not right. He looked alone, not the kind of closed off alone, but the kind like a
child has, and has lost something that kept them safe. Compared to the Mr. Allard I
knew, it was devastating. I mean, this is the man who actually let us teach him how to do
the Swim and the Monkey. He was so vibrant.

I knew Mrs. Allard had passed. Breast cancer. She only lived 4 months after they found
it. Such a shame. I read about the funeral, but hey, funerals are for the living. She knew
I’d miss her and wished her well and I wasn’t going to cry because I had known such a
beautiful person.

But here he was coming toward me. Actually, bumped right into me.

“Mr. Allard, I’m so sorry. I heard. It was so sudden. She was too young.” I said and I put
my hand on his arm. All of which are true. Words just never do service to the feelings we
have.

You could see it too him a moment to recognize me. Well, I guess that is fair, I stopped
straightening my hair when I graduated high school in ‘67, though he’s seen me since
then.

“Thank you,” he said forcing a slight smile. “It was quick; she didn’t suffer much.”
Odd how men have to act so macho, when its obvious he thought the world fell apart. I
fell into step with him. Why, You ask? Quite frankly, the man shouldn’t have been
alone. For all the times he listened to me, I could damn well listen. Maybe remind him
he didn’t die with her.

“This place,” he shook his head as he continued walking, “It was so special. Did you
know, Laura and I met here? I proposed to her, at the fountain.” He chuckled slightly. “I
was never so scared. I shook so bad, I actually dropped the ring in the fountain.” I
smiled. I could see him doing it. “We both jumped in, running our hands around looking
for it. She was so wet….” His voice trailed off suddenly. Like I was going to care? Hell,
I lost my virginity to Matt Jamison in his basement junior year. No, that wasn’t going to
bother me. Not only that, but I believe its important to remember those things. I reached
out for his hand. He looked so lost.

“It’s okay. It’s important to remember her that way. I’m not exactly the little kid you
remember.” I’d been practically living at their house since I was 7, so I guess his not
wanting to share that was understandable. But, he needs this, and it is certainly better he
talk it out with me than Denise. Kids don’t want to know about what their parents do after
hours.

Then it began to rain. I mean RAIN. It had been warm, so I had been wearing one of my
old hippie days peasant shirts. Not exactly good for rainstorms. Then I noticed it. He
was staring at my chest, but oddly, it wasn’t me he was staring at. I mean, come on,
Laura died of breast cancer; and I realized. I wasn’t hitting on him. I wasn’t asking for
anything. But, somehow I knew, I knew he needed to see, to feel, to realize that they all
didn’t go hard, malignant and murderous.

I took the hand I was holding and softly pulling it to my breast. “Its okay,” I murmured.
His hand shook, then rested on my breast.

“So soft,” He whispered. That is when I knew I was right. But I was getting soaked, and
the bandstand was way the hell over on the other side of the park. His fingers kneaded my
breast momentarily, then as though realizing the sky was opening up, he pulled me by the
hand, running toward a stand of hemlock Denise and I used to play house in, when we
were little kids.

We pushed our way through the outer boughs, and into the inner sanctum. It would stay
dry here, unless it started to downpour. Suddenly, he leaned low and kissed me softly,
putting all his boiling emotion into it. I knew it wasn’t me. He was far too in love with
Laura. But I realized this, and knew that this was his way of saying goodbye, or gaining
closure, or just healing. Call it what you will. I’ve done a lot of things in this life I
wasn’t exactly proud of, but letting him make love to me was not one of them. His hand
caressed my face, memorizing each detail, the slope of my jaw, the curve of my neck. He
kissed surprisingly well, and I soon found myself kissing him back; between the affection
and sensuality, I began to lose myself.

I showed him with my body, reminded him he was alive. My leg went up and wrapped
around his legs. Our lips parted, gasping for breath. We suddenly lost our balance and I
landed on top of him. We laughed out loud, and I rubbed his backside, pretending to
make his boo-boo feel better. We rolled in the dry, brown, slick needles.

He pressed into me, kissing me, but suddenly shy, sluggish; so tender of me. My hands
told him though, placed on his shoulders, bringing his lips to my breast. His lips covered
a chilled nipple through my shirt, warming it with his tongue. Oh, god I couldn’t tell you
how I felt. The sensation was incredible, yes, but I found I was needed. He needed me,
showed me how much he did, as he moved to my other side. This new sudden power
surged through me, and I could no long keep my body still.

“Please.” I whispered. Please forgive me for not being Laura, please let me help you.

He continued to trail down my tummy. My skirt was pulled up around my waist, and he
could see the tops of my stockings. He knelt between my legs, kissing my thighs just
above my stockings. My hands reached for his hair, pulling him closer. He nuzzled at
me, at my warmth. I reached down to help him, peeling it all off. He sighed. Such a
sigh!

Suddenly, he was licking against me. I went a bit hazy then. I shivered, quaked. Then
out of nowhere, I came. I mean really came hard. I usually make a ton of noise as I get
close, but this was such a surprise, I was speechless. His tongue fluttered over my clitoris,
and my orgasm continued, until I began to whimper low. God, I wanted him. It no longer
mattered that he was my friend’s father. He was someone I loved and respected, and was
making me feel incredible. I pulled him up to me, wanting more of him.

He knelt between my legs, pressing his head against me, rubbing it softly into my
wetness, before pressing slowly into me. He filled me. His warmth, his caring. This was
different from all the times I’d slept with people; it wasn’t for fun, it wasn’t to prove a
point—wasn’t because I had hopes of marrying. It was just caring.

He pressed in fully, before sliding back out just as slowly. I couldn’t help but moan,
feeling the pressure build within me again. Felt how he was feeling in an odd sense.
Shaking beneath him, feeling him lose himself in my body.

I watched his face as he relaxed from his orgasm. I smiled softly. He looked stunned,
even a bit embarrassed; it was very sweet. But then I saw the pain creep in. He fell onto
my chest, weeping the large tears that only come with something so painful. I didn’t say
anything. I wrapped my arms around him, and let him lose himself in me.

Later, he tried to apologize, said I could press charges for raping me. I shook my head. I
knew what I was doing.

So now, you think I’m a pig. Well, you know what? I don’t care. Cuz I just saw a
smiling man hold his new grandchild. A man who hasn’t REALLY smiled in a long time.
Denise had a baby girl. My god daughter’s name is Laura.

Fin

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I’m going insane.

The burning I feel in my gut, behind my eyes, in my groin…all crying out for releases of
different sorts.

Scream therapy no longer works. A beetle has crawled into my brain, making me feel
and do things that are not me. A stranger has taken residence in my body, forcing me,
creating the ache I feel. And it churns and curls in me, wrapping around my fragile
control, tightening and squeezing it, as a python would it prey. And I scream inside,
scream for the loss of me, wanting to get back to me…

No longer in control no longer in control…

Reaching out, grasping, crying for help. Curl up fetal style, pulling your arms tightly
around me. Make me forget, make me forget what I am right now.

Hand softly stroking my hair, and I feel my body tense, feel the anger surge from no
where, irrational, feelings not my own.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Anger curls, swelling and receding, leaving a miffed pressure
behind my eyes, begging to be unleashed. The poisoned tears squeeze out, as my body
shudders again. My brain hurts. My body aches.
I’m so tired. Tired of fighting the alien inside me. The control slips. I hate myself. Hate
myself for the weakness. Hate being a stranger in my own skin. I feel the creepy crawlies
take residence under my skin…nothing is comfortable. I feel jittery, as though I was on a
caffeine high. I can’t seem to keep still, the neural synapses snapping, begging for
release.

Sex.
I don’t care how. Hell, I don’t care who. Buy stock in Energizer, but that ain’t doing it
anymore either. Just fuck me. Make me forget I don’t know myself. Use that power in
me, make it melt away. Flip me, bounce me on the bed. Hell, invite your friends, fill me
with cock from all angles, drown me, drown me in sperm. Override this monster in me,
use this anger, make me scream, make me curse and act like one possessed. Make the
tingle in my skin feel positive, rather than the wanderings of a soon-to-be insane mind.

No! No, don’t make love to me! My feeble brain can’t use it…I said FUCK me. Slam my
body, slide me up against the wall roughly, take my body, until my brain slows down,
before exploding.

But my body doesn’t care. I get a moment, perhaps two, of clear thought, before my
body begs to shut my mind down again, and I am crawling over you, begging,
threatening…fuck me, or someone else will. I can see you’re tired, and it angers me
further. Some small part in the back of my head tries to pull me back, but I don’t care, all
I care about is the storm inside me, my orgasm much like the eye of a hurricane, and I’m
thrown about. I’ve lost all control, don’t want it, don’t need it.

Feel myself falling, no longer aware, blissfully unaware. I close my eyes to the feeling,
all that’s left…no thought, no anger, no fear. And even in the midst, my body grows
slack, relaxed, blessed with a mind emptied of all thought, no longer desperate, jittery.

Until the next time, which could be soon. But for a few moments, respite from the
pressing insanity.

“You have no idea how many times I pictured you like this.” He
said.

He leaned over her, kissing her passionately again, her arms
wrapping themselves around his neck then down the tight muscles
of his back.

It was then she felt it, the hard ridge of a scar over his left
shoulder blade. She broke off the kiss suddenly and asked him
quietly. “Is this why you’re home?” in a small, scared voice.
She watched him nod in the half light. She clung to him harder,
realizing how close she was to losing him.

“I promised I’d come home.” He whispered. His eyes looked
suspiciously bright, but it was only a moment before his head
dipped to her breast again, nuzzling their warm curves before
taking it into his mouth. His fingers danced across her skin,
remembering each curve, each dimple. His tongue followed suit
and her hands reached for his shorn scalp. She wiggled beneath
him, until he found her core. She whimpered. It felt so good,
but it had been so long. She pulled on his shoulders, pulling
him up against her length.

“Please just make love to me. I’ve missed you so much…” She
breathed.

He pressed gently but insistently at her center, his arms
supporting his weight over her. He slid smoothly into her.
Slowly he built her up, then stop when he felt her getting to
close. She pulled the pillow over her face, alternating muffled
screams with deep moans. Finally in frustration with his
teasing, she pressed him back, riding him hard, fast until she
screamed unmuffled in climax then fell forward onto his chest.
Sean pulled her into his arms, and pulled the comforter over
them.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Michael came in dragging his blanket. “I
thought I heard you yell.” His eyes opened wide when he saw his
father in bed. He dropped his blanket and launched himself at
Sean.

“DADDY!! I knew you’d be here! I knew you’d be here!” Sean
hugged the little boy close to his chest.

“And how did you know that, Kiddo?”

“Well, you promised that you’d get me a gift from over there.
And well, Santa isn’t here yet, and we haven’t fed the
reindeer…”

“Well, then, I guess we better hurry and put out those oats! We
don’t want Santa to forget whose house this is!” He smiled at
her over his head. “Let me get some clothes on, Mikey, and go
get your coat on.” Michael scampered out of the room.

“I’ll just be a few minutes.” He leaned over and kissed her,
then pulled on his pants and grabbed a coat from the closet. In
the light, she could see the large scar, and she shivered in
fear. How he survived from such a large hit was beyond her, but
she thanked God that he was back with her. Cursed the Army for
not letting her know he was wounded, but knowing Sean, he’d
asked them not to tell her, to spare her worry.

After they came back up, and a potty break, Sean tucked Michael
into bed, reminding him that Santa couldn’t come if he wasn’t
asleep.

“I love you daddy.” He murmured quietly.

“I love you too.” He whispered over him and he kissed Michael’s
cheek.

Once he was out, Sean went into their bedroom, and pulled the
Christmas presents out of the closet.
…End of the part2. To be continued..

It was the annual “Hen Roost” as her husband liked to call it. Her and her two good friends would go out for the night, drinking, carousing, and male bashing. Of course, it was easy to do when he used terms like that.

She ordered a coke to start with, wanting to be sharp for the beginning festivities. Betsy was the first one in. It figured, since she was closer, and not having any kids, she’d find it easier to escape.

“Betsy! Over here!” she called out.

“Deni!” Betsy rushed over and threw her arms around her friend, then proceeded to drop a large shopping bag and her coat to her seat.

“Holy shit, Den! How much weight did you lose?” Deni did a little pirouette.

“You like? Twenty five pounds; yoga, and power walking,” she replied as they both slid into the booth.

“So, where’s Ella?” Betsy flagged down a waitress.

“I imagine she’ll be here shortly. Her kids go to bed later than mine…and she has a lot further to travel. You spending the night here like last year?”

“Hell, yeah. Too fricken far to travel back tonight. Too bad you can’t stay. Ella said she probably will.”

“Actually, I am. Ethan arranged it!” Deni grinned.

“Woohoo! Oh! There’s Ella.” Betsy cried out. “Hey Ella!” Deni laughed at how half the bar looked over at them. Ella laughed too through her blush.

“I can’t believe you did that!” She dumped her belongings down and looked at her two friends. “So…What’d I miss?” She plopped down into the booth next to Betsy as the waitress came by.

“Hi ladies. Will you be starting a tab tonight?”

The women chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Lots of talking tonight!”

“Great then. What will we start with?”

“Husband bashing for the first course?” Deni grinned.

“Oooh. I’m up for some of that!” the waitress replied, “but I have to take your drink orders.”

“I’ll have a mudslide please,” Betsy chimed in.

“Sombero please…and the more Kahlua the better.” Was Ella’s addition.

“I swear, I’m gonna call you girls the Kahlua sisters. I’d like a Tequila Sunrise please?” Deni finished as the waitress smiled and left with their order.

“Let’s go through the pictures first, before we’re too sloshed to recognize who’s who.” Deni said while she pulled her bag up to the table, digging for her collection.

“Good idea. I didn’t bring many this year. You always bring enough for the two of us.” Betsy nudged Deni.

Ella sighed as she pulled hers out. “The girls got into the pictures just before I left…so they aren’t all here…” she shuffled through, “Here is Molly’s school pictures.” She smiled.

“Pig tails, Ella? God, that’s old-fashioned! Oh wait.” Deni chuckled, “Look at Lizzie’s school picture.”

They all laughed when they saw Lizzie had braided pigtails as well. “Probably the only time I did that all year too.”

“Oh, aren’t they darling!” Betsy commented.

Ella snorted. Deni shuffled through the pictures. “Really? Take a look at this one.”

Betsy gasped when she saw the same “darling” covered with… “What IS that?”

Deni laughed. “Oh, they decided to get into the cubby where I store all the holiday stuff? That was Easter egg dye. They thought they’d use it like makeup. You should have seen the floor when I found them.” She shook her head, “it took me ages, and there are still green stains on the floor.”

“THAT is why I don’t have children. Well, that and I can’t. But it’s why we never adopted. I have enough trouble cleaning up after the dogs.” She handed the picture to Ella.

She laughed, “I recognize that. Only mine was Christy getting into my makeup.”

Pulling another picture from the pile, Betsy asked, “Was this your vacation?”

Deni nodded. ” If you can call a weekend a vacation, yes. But it was nice. The weather was gorgeous. Couldn’t've asked for better.”

The waitress showed up with the drinks, taking a moment to laugh at Lizzie covered with egg dye. “Just holler when you need more, it looks like a long night!” She grinned as she moved away.

“Now for the proof of point pictures, ladies.” Ella flipped one on top of the pile. “Remember how I said the house looked? And neither of you would believe how bad it was?”

Betsy gulped and Deni laughed. “Looks like the girls’ rooms after a long, rainy weekend.”

“So, Bets, where’re your pictures?”

“Don’t have many…just one of the dogs, one of the new garden, and one of Daren when he got sunburned.” She shuffled through the pile and pulled out the pictures she mentioned.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Copyright by me, ask for permission to repost. If you can’t go see a NC17 movie, get outta here. Blowjob principle applies.
Thanks to Desdmona!!! for her grand editing work…And Nick Scipio and Gary for ummm clearing up my “maleness”
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Escape
By Dryad (MF,Oral,cheat)

I rapped my knuckles on the screen door as I held the box with my other hand. Another quick job; replace a CDRW drive, get in and get out. I sighed as I looked at my watch. I waited a few moments, then saw her peek through the glass.

First I was struck by how her girl-next-door features fit the voice I heard when I called to set up the appointment. As she opened the door for me, the second thing I noticed was a bit more unprofessional of me: her nipples pressed out against her soft sweater.

“Come on in,” she said as I shook myself out of my reverie. “Ignore the mess, I haven’t had a chance to clean.”

She led me through the kitchen. A few breakfast dishes sat in the sink. On the table, an open tin of crayons sat beside a small stack of coloring books. This was nothing compared to some kitchens I’d been forced to walk through. “Whose kitchen DOESN’T look like this?”

She shrugged and kept walking. I followed. She was truly small–barely five feet. At six-foot-four, I tower over the average woman. She would barely reach my chest.

We passed through an equally lived-in but well kept living room to her office. She looked embarrassed as she led me in. “I’m sorry it’s such a disaster. It’s supposed to be my office, but all sorts of stuff ends up getting tossed in here.”

I could see her point–broken toys, a Barbie house, and linens all jockeyed for space with the books and computer equipment in the small room. This was obviously her workspace, so why did everyone throw all their crap in here? Didn’t they care?

I sat down at the computer and began work–reset the screen, checked drivers and such. Verified the specs on the RAM, virus protections and the CD-RW driver. Her computer’s system wasn’t going to support the new CDRW that was sent so it was a good thing I brought the new program. After optimizing, it was time to open up the housing.

I’m used to having clients hang around and watch what I’m doing. After all, it is their system, their house. Doesn’t bother me. She stayed close though, closer than most carrying on inane chatter;

“Have you been doing this long?” She moved things about on her desk without any sort of rhyme or reason, her arm occasionally bumping into mine.

“A while; about five years.” I watched her from the corner of my eye as I worked. She flitted about like a bird, staying at my elbow, shuffling papers, then reshuffling them.

“Are you nervous?” I finally asked.

“Not at all!” she answered shrilly.

“No need to be,” I said as I opened up the tower. I turned to explain what I was going to do. She leaned over my shoulder for a closer look. Her breast brushed against me, and her nipple, hard as a pebble, pressed into my shoulder. It took a moment for me to refocus on what I was supposed to be doing. My fingers fumbled.

She pointed to the small flashlight I was using. “I could hold that for you if it would help.” I didn’t really need it, often doing this by sense of touch, but with her body so close to mine, my hands were unsteady. So I agreed.

She moved behind me and scrunched up close in the tight confines of the room. Her chest grazed my back. She moved like a feline–soft and sleek–but something was holding her back.

“Just a bit more this way.” I placed my hand over hers, redirecting the light. I was amazed at the difference; my large, thick fingers over her delicate, pale hand. Her fingers were cold, belying her earlier contention of not being nervous.

“What do you use the computer for?” I asked, trying to get back on track.

“I design web sites. Work for a couple different companies.” She shifted, bringing her body close to mine again. “I like the flexibility of working from home. If one of the children is sick, I don’t have to worry. If I want to go out for lunch, no big deal.” She was animated yet more relaxed than before.

“Well, it’s a lovely home you have.” Not bad for working from home.

“My husband’s and mine.” Her entire demeanor became subdued. The energy she had just seemed to disappear.

“You’re married?” I was surprised.

“Yeah.”

“What does your husband do?” I straightened up, having gotten the drive out.

“He’s a bus driver.” Her tone was abrupt.

“Kinda opposite ends of the spectrum there, huh?” She nodded, focusing on my hands. I pulled the new drive out of its packaging.

“That’s it? That’s great! They told me they wouldn’t be able to upgrade!” she rubbed her hands together, suddenly excited once more. I wonder if she realized how quickly she changed the subject, or for that matter, her mood in general.

“Well, your old drive was actually obsolete. Can’t even find it anymore. So now you have this one. It’s why your old driver won’t work.”

She grew silent as I worked the drive into the casing. She leaned closer into me, and I have to admit, she was making me feel hot under the collar. I knew she could hear my quickened breath, but damned if I could stop it or quiet it. I focused myself on getting the disk drive into the housing. It was a tight fit.

Of course, that set my brain in a whole other direction; at five feet tall, she would fit so snugly against my body, and my body shifted at the thought. I finally forced the stupid drive in, and I pinched my finger.

“Shit!” A really good blood blister began to bubble up. I made a tight fist until the sting diminished a little, and turned back to my work. With the drive in, I was able to close the tower back up and install the driver.

While it was loading, I asked her where the facilities were.

“Right around the corner,” she said, nodding towards the hallway.

I took care of business in the small room then washed my hands in the sink surrounded by children’s toothbrushes and Blue’s Clues soap.

As I came back from the bathroom, I noticed it. A hole in the wall. Directly across from the office door, a large hole, as if someone had been leaning against the wall to break down the office door, and instead broke through the sheetrock. You could almost see the indent of a shoulder. Don’t know how I missed it before. She’d apologized for just about everything else in the house, she must’ve forgotten the hole was there. How could you forget something like that? It reeked of anger. I shook my head. She didn’t belong; but then again, no woman belonged in a place that bespoke of violence.

I went back into the office. Her back was to me, fiddling with books on the bookshelf, straightening papers on her desk. I watched for a moment, then cleared my throat. She jumped at the sound before turning around.

“You’re blushing.” I could smell her scent, could see her fighting some need

Her hand flew to her face, cupping her cheek. “Really? I haven’t blushed in ages.”

“Mmmhmm. Right down your chest.” I looked at the dip in her V-neck sweater. Her eyes followed my gaze. A crimson flush blazed across her pale flesh. She surprised me by lowering her hand and stroking her flushed skin.

“Would you like to see how far down it goes?” She said it so quietly, I almost missed it.

Her head was down, not looking at me, as if she were a good little catholic girl about to give her first real confession. My God, she was shaking! I cursed the fool who made her feel ashamed of her body, ashamed of her desire.

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” I struggled with wanting to touch her, comfort her, but it wouldn’t be me choosing how this thing continued. This was her battle, her demon. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her sweater, pulling it up over her breasts. My breath caught.

She was beautiful.

Her skin something a Renaissance artist would have painted. She looked up at me, saw the look on my face, my hands clenched at my sides.

“It’s okay if you want to touch them.” My fingers itched for just such a thing. The round curves leading up to her crinkled, apricot nipples. Slowly, as though reaching for a skittish colt, my fingers brushed up the outside curve of her breast. My fingers circled their heft, kneading them gently, then more firmly. Her body shivered and swayed against me. My thumbs flickered lightly over her nipples. She moaned softly at first, then with more fervor.

Her tone shifted, and I knew she was about to ask for more. My hands moved over her warm, malleable breasts as my brain raced ahead to what I should–what I _would_ do–if she asked. She deserved better than what I’d seen, certainly, but I also knew this wasn’t about me. Her hand left my chest and I could hear the soft sound of a zipper being undone. Suddenly, she stepped away from me and left her skirt in a puddle on the floor at her feet. She stood there for a moment in all her nude glory. I didn’t know what to do.

She took the decision out of my hands when she suddenly knelt before me. Her fingers raked my pants down my legs, raising a sigh from me. My dick popped out and her eyes grew wide. Her fingers touched me as she looked up. It jumped at her touch, and I was no longer able to deny her anything. She placed her warm lips against my head and sucked it into her mouth. My legs shivered, and I pulled the computer chair over to me. I collapsed in it, and she never lost connection.

She was amazing and enthusiastic, that much was certain. She could take my entire length in her mouth and throat, a feat all in itself. But she also managed to know exactly when I was about to come and pulled back just enough to keep me on the edge. It was about the third time she did this when my brain kicked back in, and I realized that this was all wrong. Not necessarily the sex, that was her choice, but that here I was taking and not giving. From what I’d seen, that in itself was a gross error.

Slowly, I pulled her off my aching cock and turned her around. She looked concerned until I began to stroke her steaming pussy. God, she was so hot and wet. Her knees buckled, and I caught her.

“Lean back.” I hushed.

She fell back against my chest, her head nestled into the crook of my neck. My hands continued to investigate all her secrets, finding first her moist depths, rubbing quickly against her clitoris. Her body arched and climbed up higher on my body. Her moans became squeals, and then squeals became whines. One hand wandered back up to her soft breasts. I picked up speed over her clitoris, and whines turned into shrieks. Tension eased from her body as she lay against me, sated.

After a few moments, she whispered, “Let me return the favor.”

“You don’t need to do that,” but she had already slipped between my legs, sucking my hardness back into her gifted mouth. She slid my thickness deep, making me squirm and utter sounds I haven’t uttered in ages. My fingers gently stroked her hair from her face as I moaned what few words of praise I could squeak out. It didn’t take long this time for me to feel the impending onrush. I grasped the chair’s armrests until my knuckles were white as my orgasm erupted into her mouth. I was shocked as she continued to swallow. The head of my penis squeezed in her throat. My groaned “Thank Yous” mixed with my cries to God as I continued to pump into her mouth.

It took me a moment to regain my sense of self. At first, I felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of her, but her radiant smile soon put that thought, at least temporarily, out of my head. I sighed as I pulled myself back together.

I still had a bit of work to do. Reluctantly, I checked the new drivers, making sure everything worked well. I called my boss to let him know the new additions and the edited time of my arrival. I boxed up the old disc drive while she signed my paperwork. She led me to the door.

I stood at the door, looking at her dispirited beauty. Having to leave but not wanting to. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose you.”

She nodded.

I looked for a moment longer, then stepped out the door.

Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003

I’ll be waiting with “baited breath”, like the cat who ate cheese, and sat by
the mousehole.
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(_/ / (_(_/|_/ / <_ / <_

P.S. Do you mind if I save this letter, except for your name, and use it
and my response to answer any future flames/criticism? It helps not
to have to do it twice.
P.P.S. I got the scanner, and recovered part-2. Story follows this post.
PLEASE don't get squicked, until you've finished the whole story.
THEN feel free to let me have it with both barrels. ;-}

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IN> Frank,

IN>1. Using my last letter to respond to other critics, some
IN>probably not as friendly. I re-read the letter, and it is fine, except
IN>for my personal identity, which you should please safeguard totally, and
IN>the first paragraph. The first paragraph is not only irrelevant to the
IN>story, but also is pretty identifiable as written by me. To those who
IN>know me, that may be true of the whole thing, but they would not be able
IN>to prove anything, so go ahead.

I’ll remove the first paragraph, and anything else that points to you.

IN>2. Have not yet had time to go over “BfF I” in the detail I
IN>promised, to send you the minor typos, etc. Hope to do so today,
IN>if not, tomorrow.

I’ll wait on both stories for your criticism.

IN>3. “Bound for Fun II” – the blistering literary criticism! ;=}

IN>Anyway, I liked “BfF II” It certainly
IN>did not squick me. It dealt well with the trust issues, and the whole
IN>fascination with violence and torture as “fun” when in the real world
IN> 1) they actually go on, and
IN> 2) they are __NO fun.

Amen.

IN>Now, the literary hard part for me, is that I must tell you that you
IN>did not pull the wool over the reader’s eyes. This reader, at least.
IN>Jones is clearly too careful of Lynn’s feelings, her peripheral
IN>circulation, etc. etc. for him to actually be planning to kill her
IN>This plot reminds me of the movie “The Sting” I thought that
IN>was a fantastic movie, because it was all about a sting operation, and
IN>audience member thinks he is in on it, but in the end, gets totally
IN>taken in himself, and actually gasps when it appears that one of the good
IN>guys kills the other. Again, at least this viewer.

IN>I do not read a lot of the NC stories, except the Parker works,
IN>and so I am not too good at telling you what a NC perpetrator must “think
IN>like” in a story, but one thing is that he must be totally
IN>uncaring about the victim, except regarding leaving clues.
IN>Clues don’t really have to do with
IN>the victim, just protecting himself, but at least that as close as he gets
IN>to giving a damn about the victim. Jones is way too careful.
IN>He is also clearly too nice a guy. I really don’t know
IN>how to remedy this from the dramatic
IN>viewpoint in the story. That he is careful is okay,
IN> but that he is careful of the girl’s
IN>feelings and comfort is not. I don’t know how to get across his care,
IN>and maybe carefully and intentionally mislead the innocent reader, with
IN>statements
IN>that when read quickly look like the self-centered detail worries of a
IN>schmuck trying to cover the clues, but on rereading after the surprise
IN>ending actually may be interpreted to see that he was looking out for
IN>her all along. A difficult task,
IN>but the only way I can see to get the desired effect and leave it in 1st
IN>person.

The idea was never to pull the wool over the reader’s eyes. The Idea was
to see if you could convince the reader that “Joe” was good enough and
convincing enough to pull the wool over Lynn’s eyes. Since you don’t point
…End of the part3. To be continued..

It was only an email message from my girlfriend. I mean, how ominous could something so seemingly innocuous possibly be? Melinda wanted me to meet her at 9:00 P.M. at her home. She hadn’t discussed the possibility of anything resembling a date for the occasion, so there were no definitive plans to go anywhere or to engage in any specific activities except for my visiting her at the house. Simple enough, one would think we would simply pleasure ourselves with one another’s company once we got together. Since I had never actually been inside her home before, I was certain that there would be plenty for us to see and do.

Upon reading the message a second time, however, I felt the familiar sensation of beetles dancing in my stomach and goosebumps raising on my skin. The single paragraph email was more of an order than an invitation. There were no directions to call her to confirm things and it hadn’t seemed as though she’d considered the possibility that something urgent would arise at the last moment. The unspoken instruction was to drop everything and attend, an instruction she knew I was certain to follow.

With each successive encounter, Melinda seemed to be consolidating the rather dominant role she had defined for herself in our relationship. She was the one who initially pursued me at a party thrown by a mutual acquaintance, cornering and engaging me in a conversation about blues artists. It was a subject she somehow knew would pique my interest and about which she proved to be unusually knowledgeable, a trait that impressed me greatly.

When the conversation drifted to topics of a more personal nature, Melinda bemoaned the fact that her 5’11″ frame and assertive nature intimidated many of the men she dated. She was indeed a rare beauty, tall and statuesque, of Asian ancestry and wearing a clingy jade green silk dress, a garment that accentuated her shapely body exceptionally well. I took the opportunity to reveal my interest in her.

“Well,” I stuttered, “perhaps then you need to find someone older than yourself who’s maybe a bit more mature.” I smiled broadly, pausing for just a second, “maybe someone like me.” Melinda looked into my eyes, her curiosity piqued.

“And what makes you think that you’re older than I am?” She giggled just slightly, but knowingly, as though she were guarding a secret.

“Umm… it’s obvious.” I smiled and shifted uncomfortably, not wishing to reveal too much. “You’re still a young woman, I’m approaching middle age.” Melinda smiled and pecked me tenderly on the lips.

“Awww, that’s sweet,” she cooed softly, “but please remember that things are not always as they seem, and that it’s not too difficult sometimes to get yourself into more trouble than you had bargained for.”

“Trouble?” I chuckled, sensing a cryptic come on. “I’d risk all the trouble in the world for someone like you.” I watched her eyes widen as she licked her lips and looked me up and down, in much the same manner that a butcher would inspect a side of beef.

“Yes,” she repeated, “trouble. You look like a man well worth having, but I need for you to understand what you’re getting yourself into” I shot a quick glance between Melinda’s legs as she uttered the words “getting yourself into.”

“I would take that chance for the opportunity to be with someone like you,” I smiled, eyeing her in the same manner she had me.

Melinda didn’t utter a word, rather she smiled and took me by the hand, leading me to an adjacent bedroom. The ensuing sexual encounter, while indescribably erotic in the conventional sense, was also one of the more esoteric trysts I had ever experienced. Melinda repeatedly licked my head and neck, and seemed to have an unusual interest in a tiny spot on my face where I’d recently cut myself shaving. She sucked on the small wound, successfully drawing a drop of blood, smiling as she swirled it sensually on her tongue. Melinda sucked harder and carefully drew a tiny stream of blood. She raked it across her teeth, smiling, then cupped my face in her hands. She pulled us nose to nose and swallowed slowly, her mouth puffing up into a contented grin as I lost myself in her earthy gaze. A powerful chill simultaneously danced up my spine, short circuiting my nervous system and briefly buckling my knees. I knew in the depths of my being that it was coming through her eyes.

Those eyes, gazing deeply into mine, piercing my psyche and laying a claim on my soul.

“On you knees, lover,” she whispered, pushing on my shoulders until I crumpled deliriously to the floor. Melinda guided my head under her dress, between her legs, shrinking the size of my world, encapsulating me in a velvety darkness strongly punctuated by the aroma of her most intimate scent. I allowed my mouth to hang open, my tongue protruding ever so slightly.. until a strong hand clutched the back of my neck and pushed me into her sex.

I greeted the swelled, moist familiar shape of engorged labia lips with abandon; suckling, licking, kissing and slurping. I greedily swallowed her wetness like a dehydrated man inhaling the last few drops from a spent canteen. I was overcome with arousal, then dizziness, then an odd detachment as the secretions stung my eyes and dribbled down my throat. Melinda clamped her thighs around my face and spent herself on me, her moans muffled as I instinctively parted my jaws to catch and consume her gushing juices.

Melinda lifted her dress, split her legs and I dropped. I fought an odd altered state of semi-paralysis as I fell to the floor, watching helplessly as she methodically undressed us and mounted my stiff cock, fucking me hard and deep, pinning my wrists and raking her teeth across the soft skin on my neck. When she drew blood she sucked and lapped it luxuriantly as though she were a debutante at a wine tasting. Melinda rode herself to a long, throaty orgasm before dismounting and taking my cock into her hand. With a few short jerks I spasmed in climax,sending a rope of hot cum spewing across my stomach and chest. She smeared my spunk evenly across my body before piercing her own finger with a needle, carefully measuring out a few drops of her own blood and commingling it with my semen, forming a paste of sorts. I watched helplessly.. my limbs still feeling like lead.. as she dolloped the mixture lightly onto strategic areas on my body, my forehead, my neck, behind my kneecaps, and on my scrotal sac. Then she rose and stood over me.. licking her lips.. a predatory smile crossing her face.

“There is no turning back now, my love,” I breathed deeply, feeling the paralysis abate a little. I looked into her eyes as she licked her lips. “You are to be mine.” Melinda helped me to my feet, rubbing the mixture of drying bodily fluids deeper into my skin.

“I don’t want you to shower today, darling.” she cooed, “I want you to think about me all night and through tomorrow. I want our scents to linger and I want every thought that enters your mind to be prefaced with a thought about me. Now get dressed and go home.” She turned and walked away, blowing a brief kiss as my strength returned. I staggered away, staying at the party only long enough to regain my composure before slipping away.
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I had no trouble finding the house. It was a modest, modern split level bungalow overlooking the ocean with an oversized front yard and a chained Rottweiler dog barking in the front yard. Although it was difficult to make out specific details in the darkness, it was obvious that the structure was tidy and well kept up.

I had an ominous feeling as I approached the house, having dated Melinda for some months now and nurturing a premonition of dread I was afraid awaited me on this particular day. We had replayed the sexual tryst that took place on our first meeting several times by now, at some times more intensely than at others. It always involved her consumption of a small quantity of my blood and my wearing a small quantity of hers. I couldn’t help but feel a psychic exchange, a compromise of my free will, a progressive invasion of my soul strengthened with each encounter. Melinda was on my mind more and more frequently, and it became increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on my job or many of the more mundane matters of my day to day life. I found myself masturbating perpetually, neglecting my own affairs for the sake of fondling thoughts about my sweet siren.

The dog growled ominously at me as I teetered up the walkway. I jumped as he lunged for my leg, barely escaping the animal’s clenching jaws as I retreated, hearing a sharp rebuke break the darkness.

“Bruce!” It was Melinda. “That will be enough of that.” Melinda looked into my eyes as she swatted the retreating dog and smiled at me deeply, greeting me with a warm embrace.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, the puppy will not harm you,” Melinda licked her lips, “only I will harm you.”

She was casually dressed, wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and her trademark python boots. I smiled nervously and offered her my arm, which she took as she led me into the modestly furnished home. We seated ourselves on the sofa, at which time she kissed my forehead tenderly and caressed my hair.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Her concern seemed genuine enough.

“Well, I-” Melinda smiled.

“Nervous, scared, a little afraid of me, aren’t you?” I nodded tentatively, pierced again by those globular brown eyes, softening and comforting me now as she stroked my hair again and cradled me in her arms.

“I know, darling.. I know. It’s normal to feel that way right about now. My other pets all had the same experience, so be still. Don’t make things worse by resisting me. I am here to guide you through this unsettling time. After tonight, things will become much clearer for you.” Melinda leaned over to kiss me, pushing her tongue deep inside my mouth, enveloping me in the familiar canopy of control that had come to characterize our relationship.

She kissed passionately for a moment, then broke it off, abruptly directing my attention to an old high school science textbook she had placed on the coffee table. I thought it odd to punctuate an erotic moment by consulting a drab reference, but I said nothing. She leisurely picked the book up and began leafing through the pages. Melinda found the appropriate place and grinned. The article looked to be one about a specific insect.

“You know what? This has got to be my favorite bug,” Melinda spoke casually and pointed out a picture of an odd looking little creature. I looked, mildly curious, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. “..Abrostocetus Hagenowii.. it’s a tiny little wasp that lives in the western United States. It’s a little carnivore which feeds primarily on carrion, but when it comes time for the wasp to reproduce, it does a very curious thing.” Melinda looked into my eyes, licking her lips, then continued.

“It goes out and searches for an insect to host its eggs. Typically this is a beetle or some similar creature.. generally much larger than the wasp itself. It stings the beetle with a poison that disorients it without killing it. The wasp waits patiently for the poison to take effect, to make his prey nice and docile.” Melinda took time out from her narrative to stroke my hair, placing special emphasis on the word “docile.”

“The wasp then measures and chops off a portion of the beetle’s antennae, effectively rendering it senseless. It then herds the confused prey into its lair, where it lays an egg on it and gives the beetle one more sting to put it to sleep without killing it. When the egg hatches, well…” Melinda smiled and closed the book “..let’s just say that breakfast is served.” I looked at Melinda’s soft smile and squirmed uncomfortably, dreading that she was preparing to draw an analogy of some sort between the carnivorous insect and the two of us. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Relationships are funny, daniel. Really they are. There’s always a good deal of talk about equality and the equitable distribution of power. But in the real world, partners are seldom equals. Typically one partner very clearly takes charge.” Melinda looked right at me. “In this particular case, I think the partner who has taken charge of things has been me, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You’ve taken charge sexually, I will admit to that, but I don’t necessarily think that means that-” Melinda laughed throatily.

“Oh, but it does. And I plan to prove it to you.” She licked the tip of her finger, trailing it along my nose and lips slowly, resting it on a tuft of chest hair. “daniel, would you like to share with me what has happened to you since we met? Do you find yourself thinking about me a lot?”

“Uhmm.. I think about you, yeah.. but I think that’s normal in a er-uhmmm.. man woman relationship.” Melinda just laughed and licked her finger again, unbuttoning the top button on my shirt.

“I think you’re not telling the whole truth, daniel. I believe that you think of me all the time. I believe that your first thought in the morning is of me and the last thought at night before you turn in is of me also.” I gulped and sighed heavily as she locked her eyes onto mine. Melinda smiled and tugged my chest hair. Her voice lowered as she moved close to me and almost whispered in my ear. “I’ve bitten you, daniel. Just like the wasp, I have confused you and paralyzed you. I have disoriented you, rendering you nearly unable to function. The first part of my plan has gone well, very well indeed.” I looked at her for a minute, horrified, then began to stand up.

“I think-I think I need to leave…” I stood up, but found myself dizzy, dazed, barely able to move. It was impossible to find the door. Melinda came over and grabbed my wrists, forcing them over my head and looking into my eyes. She spoke softly, unsmiling.

“Sit down, daniel..” Her grip was strong, my soul riveted. The senses that had betrayed me returned once I was in her grasp. The only option was obedience. I sat down and Melinda smiled.

“That’s very good, my love. Now let me explain a little bit about what is going to happen next. Please keep in mind that what I am about to impart to you constitutes ancient knowledge, very powerful and profound. If you weren’t already mine, I wouldn’t share any of this with you. However the process has already progressed beyond your mortal ability to stop it.” She smirked and sat next to me, stroking my hair and wiping the perspiration from my brow. She took a deep breath and looked as though she was preparing to deliver a familiar speech. Melinda licked her lips and cleared her throat.

“Many centuries ago, a group of women who lived in the South American Andes discovered something very special about the psychic connection between the exchange of bodily fluids between people and the ensuing bond that may be formed from that exchange. In many cases, the bond is egalitarian, and people develop a relationship akin to one that close siblings would have.” Melinda paused and smiled, gently stroking my neck near the carotid artery. “The ancient women, however, discovered that such an exchange coupled with very specific sexual acts allowed them to gain control of their partners to an almost frightening degree. They further noticed that each psychic and sexual conquest allowed them to restore their youthful beauty and vigor, and eventually that it allowed them to extend their lifespans for an extraordinary period of time.” Melinda licked my neck, lightly scraping her teeth across my artery. I noted an increase in my heart rate, as well as a sense of impending doom. “The lifespans of the men, by contrast, tended also to lengthen by such exchanges. But they benefited in other ways as well, because the essence of the woman lived in them, providing a calming influence and checking their beastly nature for as long as they did live. The man also had an unusual opportunity to express his total devotion and undying love for his woman by offering himself to her in this manner.”

“So you mean to tell me that you’re a vam- vampire?” I was aghast, trying to resist her but feeling the psychic leash tightening. Melinda laughed.

“No, silly. Modern vampire stories are based on the reality of what I just explained to you. They are also terribly sexist and inaccurate, since they almost always depict a male vampire and a female supplicant. Typical nineteenth century sexism, in my opinion. The reality is completely different, the roles are utterly reversed.” Melinda smiled. “I haven’t taken your soul yet, but once I do you will feel the length, depth, and breadth of my power over you.” I looked at her in disbelief, a rebellion welling within me.

“This is absurd. For you to lay claim to my “soul” based upon your swallowing a few drops of my blood is…ridiculous!” Melinda’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at me. I felt a familiar twinge in my stomach and those dark brown eyes burrowing through me. I sensed her displeasure but continued with my diatribe.
“..hypnosis, perhaps, or the inducement of a peculiar form of panic. I attribute that to some skillful erotic manipulation on your part. But a “soul” is far to ethereal to quantify, much less possess.” Melinda only grinned and then spoke very, very softly.

“Oh but the soul does exist, daniel. Your soul will, in fact, be taken over by mine before the evening is over.” She ran a finger along my forehead and nose, scratching very lightly, then down my lips to my neck. She pinched a spot on my throat ever so slightly. “Right there is a good place, I think. That’s always a wonderful spot to open a wound. The blood tends to gush, and the supplicant does stop resisting after only a few seconds.” She smiled as I began to back away from her on the sofa. Melinda followed, scooting near. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill or even seriously injure you. But I am going to make you mine. You will know what it is to be overwhelmed by a force which you cannot comprehend.” She smiled wickedly as I shook my head wordlessly, fearfully, trying in vain to keep her at bay.

Melinda reached out and grabbed me suddenly by the ear, pulling my head abruptly towards hers. I resisted, jerking away as she pulled harder and managed to snake her other hand through some of my hair. After roughly yanking my head to one side to expose the arteries bulging beneath my skin, she opened her mouth wide, clamping down hard on me and sealing the grip tightly with her lips. I felt her tongue briefly scan my defenseless neck, searching, probing for exactly the right spot, then shrieked in terror as her incisors punctured me, simultaneously drawing the blood from my body and yet holding me tenderly, beckoning me wordlessly not to fight her. I felt her skillfully take my essence from me, the blood spilling out of me in hot spurts at first until I became dizzy and detached, unable to resist her, perched on the cusp of losing consciousness.

She stopped sucking and just lapped at my wound now, seemingly able to stem the flow of blood from my severed artery magically with a few strokes of her tongue. She licked like a kitten, trailing her tongue leisurely across my neck, savoring the liquid that remained until she had consumed it, then blowing lightly on the bite to seal it shut before looking into my eyes.
I met her gaze weakened and barely to move or breathe, my mouth agape, so submissive and contrite. Her eyes were a conduit for something powerful, and as I lost myself in their depths I felt something enter me, an energy dancing electrically down my spine and then back up again, filling me with vigor yet not filling me too fully. Melinda leaned down and kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue inside me, painting the roof of my mouth with the taste of my own blood. She pulled back, regarding me, licking her lips and smiling broadly.

“Stand up and take off all your clothes.” she said. “Do it slowly. Unwrap yourself like a Christmas gift for me.” I did as she said, slowly rising and removing my clothing methodically as she kicked me a little with her boot.

“Dance, boy. Don’t bore me. You need to keep me happy.” I responded by dancing sinuously, sensually for her, moving licentiously to some imaginary tune I knew she was thinking of, teasing like a strip club performer and slowly disrobing.
I surprised myself and delighted her, my limbs taking a life of their own as my own motor skills were repressed. I took my cues from her gaze, ultimately winding up naked before her and suddenly weak again, collapsing into the couch beside her. She looked at me and smiled, stroking my hair, then forcing my mouth open. She deliberately cut her finger on my tooth and then removed her hand, dotting her blood on my face, neck, and shoulders, marking me, purring lowly. My body responded almost on cue with a deep sexual arousal as
she moved down to grope my genitals, deliciously painting them in blood as she did so. She licked my neck and face again, then paused to look into my eyes.

“We’re almost finished, daniel. Very soon now you will be mine.” Melinda locked her eyes onto mine, pulling me into an inescapable psychic vortex. She continued speaking softly, sensuously, and very slowly. “The bondage I’m creating for you involves an exchange of fluids, daniel. I have extracted and consumed a good deal of blood from your body, but unless you extract and consume a specific bodily fluid of mine, the bond will not seal.” She stroked my hair and tended to the wound on my neck with her finger, continuing. “The final exchange must be consensual. I cannot force you to relinquish your soul, nor would I desire the soul of one who would notwillingly give it to me.” She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and looked into my eye, stroking my hair. “I’ve taken you this far, daniel, will you allow me to guide you the rest of the way into your new life?” I inhaled sharply and trembled, mustering my vanquished will, and glared defiantly, albeit weakly.

“No.” I whispered, almost inaudibly. Melinda looked at me and broke into a giggle.

“No? Are you saying no to me?” I nodded as she continued to chuckle, almost as though she’d expected such a response.

“Please Melinda,” I whispered softly, weakly, nude and rock hard before my fully clothed girlfriend. “please let me go. I don’t want this. Allow me to go home. Give me my life back.” Melinda just smiled and spoke softly.

“Darling, if you want me to release you from your bondage, I will freely do so.” She licked her lips and held me tightly, her hand stroking my rock hard cock. “You should know, however, that your carotid artery is severed. It is only the spell of dominance that I’m weaving which keeps your blood behind its walls. Should I release you now, you will likely bleed to death in less than a minute.” She smiled triumphantly as I whimpered, not certain whether to believe her but knowing that a mistake could be fatal. She continued to speak. “So you see, sweetheart, while you may be free of me if you so desire, this is the last time you will ever say ‘no’ to me regardless of your decision.”

Melinda smiled and abruptly stood up, breaking eye contact, striding purposefully across the room. “Come to me darling. Crawl to me. Give yourself willingly, unconditionally. Surrender to me. I give you a minute to decide before I break the spell. Choose your freedom and die, or be mine and live forever!”

My consciousness churned like a tornado. I looked across the room at Melinda standing, legs spread and arms crossed, licking her lips. She was so sexy, so powerful, and essentially irresistible. I crumpled to the floor and found myself crawling slowly, hand over hand, knee over knee, to where she stood. She looked down at me, expressionless, unimpressed.

“Tell me what you want, daniel. Tell me now, please.”

“I want…” The words came with great difficulty “I want to be yours, Melinda.” She looked down at me, smiling slightly.

“Mmmmm, I must have scared you then, mustn’t I?” She strode in a circle around me as my body began to weaken. I could feel the wound on my neck begin to crack open slightly, with a few drops of blood trickling out and spilling onto the floor. “Why should I have you now? Just a moment ago you wanted me to release you. Is your change of heart truly out of devotion to me, or is it to save your own hide?”

“Please, Melinda! I beg you!” A warm stream trickled down my neck, nestling in my chest hairs and dripping onto the floor. The severed artery was breaking open. “I don’t want to die!”

“Not good enough,” she smirked. “Nobody wants to die. Either convince me now that I should take you or I shall shortly feed your carcass to the dog!” I shook with terror as the wound opened a bit more, the stream of blood gushing a little more freely, my senses reeling, lightheadedness setting in. I looked up at her in reverie, deciding suddenly to bare my soul.

“Oh Melinda, I-I must be dense. I have not been able to grasp what has been happening to me of late.” I barely noticed as the trickle of blood began to slow. “I love you and want to be with you, but I am afraid of you as well. Please don’t misinterpret my trepidation. My first response is a cautious one when it comes to ownership of my soul, but if I were to give it away, it would be to you.” Melinda looked down at me and smiled, mussing my hair ever so slightly.

“That is sweet, daniel. But do you really feel that way? Would you really give it freely if it were not forced upon you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was the first time I had called her that. “To you, I would give it freely.” Melinda held me close. The bleeding had stopped.

“Then I release you,” she said. “The spell is broken. You will not die. Should you choose to walk away from this relationship right this minute, the wound will not reopen. You are free.”

“No, Mistress,” I nuzzled next to her legs. “I would rather that you take me if you will have me.” Melinda smiled down on me, then bent over to plant a kiss on the crown of my head.

“Thank you, daniel. That is very sweet. We must complete the exchange in order to seal the bond. Are you ready to do that now?” I nodded, weakening just a little bit once again. She looked down at me. “daniel, I want you to use just your mouth to take down my pants, then I want you to pleasure me orally. When I climax, you will swallow all of it. You may feel a little strange as you do so. Don’t worry about that and don’t try to fight it. Just think of me, think of your life up until now, and consider what your future probably holds for you. Allow it to sweep you away. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I reached for her belt using just my mouth. Melinda flashed an approving smile as I awkwardly tugged it loose. I wrapped my tongue and lips around the clasp holding her jeans up, and managed to unbuckle it. I unzipped the jeans with my lips and teeth, releasing a pungent, dizzying, intimate scent that served to weaken me a bit further as I tugged her panties down. Melinda grabbed me by the hair and began backing up, beckoning me to follow as she sat down on a leather easy chair, flipping her legs over my head, using her pulled down jeans to trap me between them as I found myself staring straight into her sex.

“Kiss me, slave. Worship me with your mouth and give me the gift of yourself.” I nuzzled my way up Melinda’s inner thigh, intoxicated by her feminine scent, and felt a tingle dance up my tongue as I touched her wet clitoris with it and commingled some of her juices with my saliva. I opened my mouth wide, holding my tongue out for her as she pulled me inside. I kissed and licked with abandon, letting go, bathing her pussy with my warm breath and plunging my tongue between her labia folds, curling it, suckling, swallowing her juices as my eyes burned and my face became numb. I felt a detachment, a displacement within my body, an almost incomprehensible sensation of ecstasy coupled with dread. I burrowed my tongue deeper within her, opening my mouth wider to capture her nectar, more ardently stimulated her genitalia with my lips, tongue, and nose, desiring above all else to please her and comply with her wishes. I jettisoned my free will and acquiesced, a decision I was certain she sensed when she pushed me deep within her wet crevice, clamping her thighs tightly shut, reaching down to hold me close and hug me as she climaxed, her juices covering my face and trickling down my throat.

Something intangible entered me, I’m not certain what. It worked its way down my head and shoulders to my torso, then my pelvis, and finally to the tips of my very toes. I felt a oneness with my Mistress, although the merging was not of an egalitarian nature. She enveloped me, took me over, pushed my psyche behind the scenes, and began taking control of my thoughts, feelings, and even my motor skills. I abruptly became rock hard, stiffer than I had ever recalled being, as what blood remained in my body engorged my organ as though on cue. She lifted me up by the hair and captured my gaze, pulling me towards her, thrusting her legs into the air, coaxing my hard cock between her labial folds.
I pushed myself inside her to the hilt, thrusting slowly at first, then faster, harder, and deeper as she writhed beneath me and emitted a low moan. Presently her eyes widened as she gazed at my wounded neck, hungrily lunging for and capturing it between her jaws again, emitting a primal scream as she fed on me and then threw me over onto my back. She rode me, taking me, as physically endowed with strength as I had been weakened, as though there had been a transfer. She bucked and writhed atop me, as I lay supine and unable to move, her mouth still fused to my neck. We climaxed simultaneously as I gave everything to her, moaning, shaking, writhing, and then collapsing powerless, paralyzed, feeling near death.

We lay like that for a while, with Melinda closing the wound on my neck with a few deft flicks of her tongue. She purred and enveloped me with her psyche, my spine tingling again as our eyes met and she seemed to restore my strength with her gaze. Melinda smiled down at me.

“Well, lover,” she asked. “How does it feel to be mine, utterly completely mine?” I looked up at her, awestruck, terrorized, defeated, and remade.

I tried to move my lips in response, but couldn’t. I simply couldn’t. Melinda kissed me tenderly on the forehead, licking her way down my face, sliding her tongue between my lips and probing my mouth delicately, nurturing me. She looked into my eyes, her expression softening into a luscious smile. “It’s okay my sweet,” she said. “No reply is necessary.”

The first thing I noticed upon returning to my senses was the peculiar
sensation of lying supine in a strange location. I was still naked but on a
soft surface, much like a bed. The lighting was a bit dim, the
surroundings seemed feminine, and the linens were perfumed. My wrists were
locked into fur-lined shackles and confined above my head, with both ankles
being fastened to the bedposts at the other end in a similar fashion.
There was a good deal of laughing and revelry coming from an adjacent room,
all of which seemed to be female voices. It sounded like a party. I
strained to hear some of the things being said, but all of the chatter was
interspersed with giggling and wasn’t too lucid. After a short period of
time, a woman poked her head in the door and called out to the partygoers
after noticing my emerging consciousness.
“Gina!” the voice said. “He’s awake!” She abruptly closed the door and
began conversing with someone in the hall. I tried to shake the cobwebs
from my head as I seemed to hear the assemblage of voices move away. When I
had almost drifted to sleep again, the door opened and an attractive woman
came inside.
It was the woman who had prosecuted me in the courtroom. She had changed
from her business suit into blue jeans and a sweatshirt, but my body still
tensed in mortification at her presence. She smiled sweetly as she sat upon
the bed, and roughly grabbed and pulled my face towards her as I began to
glance away.
“You can look at me, Daniel,” she said, smiling infectiously stroking my
hair lightly. “In fact, I want you to look at me!”
“What happened? Where am -” I was still a bit groggy from whatever drug
they had used to sedate me in the courtroom.
“The jury retired after you deprived us of your conscious presence,” Gina
said, matter of factly. “You were subsequently convicted of first degree
rape. It took them about fifteen minutes to decide.”
“Well, why–why am I here? Where’s my own attorney? What-what’s going
on?” I strained against my bonds. “Why am I tied up like this?”
“You’re here because I wanted you here.” Gina licked her lips and trailed
her fingernail sensuouly down my neck. “I defeated you in public before
the world, and now it gives me enormous pleasure to defeat you in private.”
“What are you talking about?” I raised my head as much as the restraints
would allow. Gina smiled.
“Minutes after the unanimous verdict was read, the world’s various
governments ordered the full implementation of a global policy of male
management. That order is being carried out as I speak, with males
worldwide being separated from one another and segregated into small groups
for transport to labor camps at diverse locations.” I groaned and leaned
back as Gina’s light touch danced about my erect nipples.
“In fact, Daniel, you are now something of a pariah amongst the male
population.” She continued to rub me softly, with my own humiliation
heightened by my arousal. “Some of them speak of inflicting bodily injury
on you. Others talk openly of murder. They consider you weak and
worthless, a poor representative of your own gender.” Gina suddenly reached
down and cupped my scrotum, giggling audibly as she stared into my eyes.
“Which, of course, is what you are. That’s why we targeted you for
prosecution and for this demonstration.” Gina brought my thickening organ
to a fully erect state with some skillful stimulation, much as she had in
the courtroom. She continued to speak.
“We will, naturally, fully protect your safety and provide you with a
comfortable existence. You will never have to work in the camps with the
other males. In fact, you won’t be allowed to work at all. Which is why
you’ll probably never again see another male in person for as long as you
live. From time to time, we’ll take pictures of you apparently living a
life of luxury and leak those photographs to the males in the camps.” She
grinned from ear to ear as I squirmed in agony. “Keeping the males angry at
…End of the part5. To be continued..

At home, Lisa, our babysitter who was 18, was paid and I took her home,
a drive of only about three blocks. We’d met Lisa’s mother, a very attractive
woman in her late thirties, at the Palace, but Lisa didn’t know where we had
met her mom, nor that we went to the Palace too.
Arriving back home, I checked the baby, and then went to the bedroom. Kat
and Tracy were already naked and slowly caressing and kissing each other. They
asked me to join them, but I was fucked out. Kat crawled down the bed and she
sucked me into hardness, saying that at least I could fuck them all night now!
I told them I had to rest, and left them to ‘play’ for a while. I went
into the kitchen and put some decaf coffee on. I was now wearing only a robe,
and the warmth of the house felt good. I was pouring a cup of coffee when a
small noise made me look around. I listened, then heard Tracy’s soft moans from
the bedroom. As I walked into the bedroom, Tracy was sitting on Kat’s face,
clenching her tits and cumming. A movement by the glass door to the back yard
caught my attention, and I dashed out through another room, and around the side
of the house. I ran smack into Lisa, knocking her down.
“What the hell?” I said, looking at Lisa panting on the ground.
Lisa was looking at me too, but her eyes were fixed on my open robe and
my cock hanging down. “What are you doing here?” I asked her, closing my robe.
“I-I…I mean…I..” was all she could muster.
“Spit it out.” I said, leading her back towards the kitchen door.
“I was curious.” She said meekly. “I sorta knew you were swingers, and you
brought someone home.” She went on to tell me how she had snuck out of her
mother’s house and jogged down here, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of nylon
shorts with her sneakers. Inside the kitchen, I offered her some coffee.
“Well, what did you see?” I asked her.
“Ummm. Tracy with that redheaded woman.” She said, sipping her coffee.
“Okay…what were they doing?” I asked.
“Eating each other out.” she said quietly.
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“No. It…it’s sort of sexy…exciting I mean.”
“Have you ever gone to bed with another girl?” I asked her.
“Once, when one of my girlfriends slept over. We messed around a little.”
“Did you like it?”
Lisa’s eyes dialated, “Yes.”
“Are you still a virgin?” Tracy’s voice asked from the edge of the kitchen.
Tracy was wrapped in a robe, leaning against the wall behind Lisa. Lisa
turned around, a little startled.
“No. Not since sixteen.” She said.
“I’ve heard most of what you said.” Tracy started. “Wanna join us?”
Lisa started to look at me, then looked back at Tracy. She seemed to be
unsure of how to answer. Kat appeared from behind Tracy, still stark naked,
and she opened Tracy’s robe, squeezing Tracy’s left breast. Lisa slid off the
stool, and walked over, running her hands over Kat’s back and ass. Kat took
Lisa’s face gently and kissed her lightly, then Tracy did the same. The three
girls moved off to the bedroom. Tracy crooked her finger at me and I nodded,
…End of the part4. To be continued..

Jeff held the door for us, and we entered, walking into the bar part of
the restaurant. The girl behind the counter waved to him, and Jeff
waved back. He motioned us to a table and we sat down, off in the
corner. “That’s my sister Chris.” Jeff said, pointing to the bartender
he’d waved to. “She’s a terrific kid. You’d never guess she has two
kids of her own.” He was certainly right. Chris looked to be only
about 23, and when she came over to say hello, her tight fitting black
pants showed curves that would make most women extremely jealous. Chris
is pretty, with brown hair and big brown eyes, but not outstandingly so.
“Picking up girls on the beach again, eh, Jeff?” She chided him. Chris
looked us over, asking us for our orders. We gave them to her. “Just
be care- ful if Jeff suggests taking you to his place. He’s a real
wolf.” “Thanks.” I said, seeing that Chris was just teasing her
brother. Jill and I talked with him, and when Chris came back with our
drinks, she said that she would be off work at midnight. It was quarter
of, and we waited for her to come over and join us. In the meantime,
Jeff was telling us that he thought of “carrot-tops” as very sexy. Jill
asked about blondes, and Jeff said that he liked blondes too, but since
redheads were scarer, and pretty ones even more so, he was intrigued.
Chris joined us finally, and Jeff went to the restroom. “Jeff’s really
a sweet guy.” Chris said. “If it weren’t for Jeff, I’d be a lot worse
off.” Chris said that she had two little girls, and her husband had
died in a car accident just after the last one was born. Jeff stepped
in and helped her out, and now she was making it on her own. Jill was
impressed by Chris’s emphatic praise of him. “How long has your brother
been helping you?” Jill asked. “Is that what he told you? That he’s
my brother?” Chris laughed a bit. “No, Jeff’s actually my
brother-IN-LAW. My husband was his older brother.” Jill and I looked
at each other then, and realized that Jeff was really an interesting
guy.

Just as I was going to ask Chris if Jeff was married, he came back to
the table, smiling. I could see no wedding ring (or a “cheaters mark”)
so I guessed him to be single. “I just called Pete to come join us.”
Jeff said. Chris’s eyes lit up and she told us that Pete was a
“true-blue hunk”. Jeff looked at Jill, and said “I hope you don’t mind,
but I think you’ll like Pete. I know he’ll like you.” Jill was a bit
miffed at Jeff taking the liberty, but when Pete came in, she changed
her mind. “Hunk” was right! Pete was about five eleven and every bit
as fit and trim as a girl could want. He had dark hair and a smooth
dark complexion (from his spanish mother) and gleaming blue eyes (from
his father). A few more drinks and Chris suggested her place, as her
mother had the kids for the weekend. Feeling pleasantly relaxed, Jill
and I agreed.

Jill’s place wasn’t far away, and it was a very nice large apartment
near the beach. Just near enough to hear and smell the ocean (but not
see it), and far enough away that the rent was reasonable. About a half
hour after getting to her place, Chris disappeared to get out of her
“work clothes”. I was sitting right next to Jeff on the sofa, while
Jill and Pete were looking through some of Chris’s record albums.
Jeff’s finger touched under my chin and I turned to look at him. His
eyes were so soft and gentle, I could feel the electricity in his touch,
and I leaned into his soft, warm lips. I kissed him, feeling his lips
slowly part, and his tongue gently stroked my lips. I parted my lips
and let his tongue enter my mouth, eagerly swirling my tongue around
his. I chased his tongue into his mouth when it withdrew, and that
excited him, his hands now sliding urgently down my back. We were both
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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