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_Note: This may not be too particularly good, but I am looking to improve alot from writing more and criticism, please help me out, it would be greatly appreciated!_
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_Another long tiring day at work, but you spent the day secretly smiling to yourself about something you left at home. After closing up, you head back home. Walking up the stairs biting on your lip ... after making a quick phone call to a friend, to complete your surprise, you head to the bathroom to take a long hot shower ... trying not to hurry, to get back to what you left behind._
_Towel drying, you put on a pair of pants, tie your hair back ... the usual, and walk to your room, the smile on your face growing._
_Upon walking in, and leaving your door slightly ajar, everything appears normal ... except of course ... your girlfriend tied on the bed just as you left her._
_On her knees, head down moaning softly into the pillow, wrists tied securely to her ankles, and the **butterfly vibrator strapped around her hips set on wave ... you also notice, as planned, her thighs and her butterfly are glistening. "Mmm..." you think, as you walk over to her and slap her hard on her ass, and ask her how her day was, though, the only reply you get is in the form loud whimpering. Running your fingertips around where you slapped, and then down her thighs you notice she is shaking from the butterfly that was left on her for hours, giving her orgasm after orgasm, leaving her very wet for you and extremely sensitive to your touch...especially to your rougher plans in mind._
_You slap again, and mention to her that whimpering isn't a proper response, you slap again on the other side for good measure. She yelps, and tells you that it was a very long day waiting for you to return, trailing off into a whimper. You slap again as a reward for a proper response, secretly knowing she loves it, and then once more because you enjoy watching her ass get red hot, and you hand become tingly from the power you so enjoy._
_Turning the machine off, she sighs in relief, her body relaxes slightly, but she is still trembling from the sensations coursing through her body ... the extreme pleasure you allowed her all day, and the tingling pain she feels now from the slaps. Snapping the machine off, you admire its work on one of your favorite parts of your girlfriend ... glistening, and dripping, and it was all because of you, and it is all for you, even if you both agreed on this ... she cannot fight back ... and if she does, it will be that much better...unless you hear the safety word._
_Time to play. Running your fingers down her slick thighs, goosebumps jump up to meet you, a sign her body is whimpering for you ... but you want it to beg. SLAP ... the inside of her thighs, once, twice ... again ... then the outside ... she whimpers, her body jumps, you ask her if she likes it and all you hear is whimpering ... you slap again, edging up the inside of her thighs ... then she mumbles something, but you don't quite hear it, you slap again ... higher ... oh so close to her sex, she mumbles louder ... so you slap again, and finally hit your mark ... and her answer relays through her body and then is finally screamed to you in a resounding YES! You chuckle, knowing that already._
_Slowly massaging her skin now, it feels so hot to the touch, lowing your mouth to her legs for a kiss, and burn your lips ... she is as hot as she looks. Massage her feet, legs, thighs, ass, lower back and shoulders, easing her tight muscles from being in that position all day. Reaching her neck, your body is behind hers, your stomach on her back, her eyes are closed loving the skin contact you are giving her, kissing her neck softly, biting at her ear, tugging at her lips -- she eagerly tries to reach up to you. Moving her hair away from her face, your eyes finally meet, and all you see is trust, hope, and a completely lusting need for you. You share a sweet kiss, and exchange whispered "I missed yous" on each others lips, and then you start to whisper to her ear things like... I have a surprise for you, I hope you will like it, I'm sure you will, we have talked about it before, so I know you will be OK, trust me, I love you, I want to taste you, I need to taste you, but not now, not yet. Reaching back, you gently massage her folds, slinking your fingers inside the wet mess that she has become for you. So tight from the tension, so hot from waiting, so wet from needing, her muscles flex around your finger as her body shivers with delight. With your other hand you grab yourself, feeling it grow rock hard. She is panting now, and whimpering ... you ask her what is wrong, she says nothing, you ask if she's sure, and she just looks to you as if she is in pain ... you laugh ... and tell her soon._
_The door opens, and she walks in, the girl you both spoke about, and your surprise to your girlfriend. The girl then stands before you, and undresses herself, and then approaches the bed wearing a black leather thong, a request you made to go with the theme ... it fits her well. You motion her to come to the bed. And you leave your girlfriend after kissing her and telling her to trust you, she nods in response, though her breathing is slightly heavier._
_You kiss the girl's neck, and whisper things into her ear, a smile stretches across her face and she nods agreeing. She then lays on her back her head between your girlfriend's legs and she blows softly on her sex ... her own knees are bent, and open ... for you. Your girlfriend whimpers, and asks who it is, and you reply that it is a friend, she tries to respond, but at the same moment the girl wraps her arms through your girlfriend's legs, her hands now on her thighs, and places her mouth over your girlfriend's sex, tonguing it softly...your girlfriend trails off into a soft moan._
_Taking off your pants, you sit and admire your work for a few minutes, before you sit next to the two lovely bodies and rub your hands over them. Massaging their breasts, backs, stomachs, legs, and folds. Moving closer your sex moves closer to your girlfriend's mouth, she has a begging look in her eye, so you inch closer allowing her to run her tongue along you for a few minutes before you take it away... a look of disappointment and pleasure takes over her face and her eyes flutter closed as the girl between her legs hits a good spot. You stand and look over them again, how sweet they both look both thoroughly enjoying the opportunity you gave them. Moving between the girl's legs you kneel, and play ontop of her panties, while exploring her body with your hands and mouth, not working completely in detail for she is not your girlfriend and that is who you are aiming to please, besides yourself of course._
_Using your fingers you get the girl moist, you explore her folds, and her body begins to respond to your touch ... soon you hear two whimpering girls under your control, you can hear that your girlfriend is close again to another orgasm, you lean down to your knees and get comfortable between the girl's legs, to see if you can get them both at the same time. She tastes different, but still pleasant, and she is getting wetter for you by the second from your sweet manipulations, you switch from rough to soft, shaking your head slightly and then backing off to barely anything, you insert your finger and touch spots that make the girl moan into your girlfriend's sex which in turn, turns your girlfriend on more and more until you are sure that the people downstairs (if they were home) could hear her. Not wanting to be out done, you continue on the girl, working on her as best you can until her muscles clench down and she moans loudly, bringing her pelvis up to your mouth and she reaches her peak before your girlfriend does soon after ... you smile inside thinking, I guess some guys are better then girls at knowing their bodies._
_You allow them both to relax, but not for too long, kissing your way up the girl's body you kiss around her face, savoring your girlfriend before you lean up to the source, leaning back down you whisper to the girl to move the pillows so your girlfriend could see who she was, and then to kneel facing your roommate's door. You crawl up your girlfriend's body and softly kiss her, asking her if she likes her surprise so far, she purrs a yes to you, her body shaking pretty hard from the pleasure radiating from her body, you slap her ass for good measure, she yelps and smiles, ready for whatever is next. You slip yourself between her legs with you hand, and rub against her, getting yourself slick with her juices, she whimpers and pouts and tries to move you closer to her, but you don't allow it. Kissing, and crawling away from her body you are now uniting her hands from her ankles, you stretch her arms out to the corners of the bed, and secure her bonds once more, so that her ankles are still tied, and she can now hold herself slightly up on her elbows if she tried. Then once again telling the girl what to do for you both._
_The girl leans down and kisses your girlfriend softly, trying to stay away from her mouth though, and then scoots her body down so that her pelvis is in front of your girlfriends mouth, your girlfriend needing no other cue, reaches for the girl ... but you tell her no ... not until you said so. She pouts, and begs you-please, please may I, I would really like to, I want to return the pleasure, I want to, please... But you hold firm, and tell your girlfriend that she will wait. You are now on your knees, your hands are on the girl's head, softly playing with her hair, as she slips her lips over you...kissing softly down your torso, and then around the top of you. She runs her tongue all around, so softly and so slowly. You don't' always particularly like this all the time, but it is a chance to do something different so you take it, enjoying all you can. She tries her best to pleasure you as your girlfriend watches the girl's lips slip over you, again and again...you not to her, and she then closes her eyes and then blows softly on the girl's sex, she moans, the girl moans, you allow a soft moan escape your lips, as you curl the girl's hair tighter in your fingers. You allow the girl's lips over you a few more minutes before moving behind your girlfriend, and teasing her with your own lips, your hand every now and then reaching between your own legs._
_All three of you are now playing with each others sex, you lean back and watch your girlfriend go down on the girl, you notice the girl getting wetter, and flush with an approaching orgasm, getting back up to watch, you slip yourself once again between your girlfriend's legs to tease her. She rocks her hips over you, and squeezing her thighs together over you when she can, her face and whimpers still hidden in the girl's wet mound. You grab your girlfriend's hips and thrust yourself over your girlfriend's sex, making yourself wet with her juices again, till you are so tense that you begin to drip. You then lean back and begin talking to the girls, I want you so bad, You both look so hot, so sexy with each other, your legs and arms intertwined and tied up, do you want me (now talking towards your girlfriend) she can only nod, so you take a hand off of her hips and give her a little smack, a reminder to speak. She takes your reminder, and says yes into the girl's mound, you move back and position yourself at her entrance...teasing her like you know how she likes it. Pushing slightly, then pulling back on her, giving her just the smallest bit and then taking it away..she moans into the girls mound repeatedly, the girl is starting to moan and groan a little louder, weaving her hands through your girlfriend's hair, when finally you can no longer take it, and you slide yourself so so slowly into your girlfriend._
_Your girlfriend growls and sighs at the same time as you feel her tighten around you, and grow hotter and wetter, if that is even possible. You stop when you are fully inside, and you exhale heavily, because it is almost too much for you, you grab her hips for support, and then you stretch your body over hers, your stomach on her back, your legs touching hers, your arms over hers, and your lips by her shoulders, kissing so softly, waiting till you are able to move again. You lean back up, taking her hips again in your hands and you pull out again slowly, to tease you both. You do this for a few minutes, till you are unable to bare not being able to go harder, and faster, like you both know you want to ... you start building up to it, going a little quicker with each passing minute._
_Her moans grow louder and louder, till you are sure all three of you are able to be heard on campus, but you don't care...You then grab at the restraints on your girlfriend's ankles till the come undone, and flip her over onto her back and you hold her legs tight to your chest, telling the girl to move so that your girlfriend's lips could still be on her ... it just a furry of movement as you all reposition, trying to keep body contact. All three of you are hot, and sweaty, and soaked with each other all over the place, the bed is wet with sweat and juices, as slapping sounds echo off the walls._
_You ears are filled with sweet girlish moans, groans, and screams till all you can hear are the two girls building and building towards climax, it is like a symphony orchestra climbing a crescendo, to their loudest point, your heart beating louder and louder like the big thunder like timpani drums, and the girls belting out their solos mixing and harmonizing in pitch, trying to out do each other, till it is just you -- the conductor of this feverish orchestra, arching your back, closing your eyes and moaning out loud and finishing your work deep inside your girl ... as the girls come down from their highest solos ever performed, panting and huffing to catch their breath. Their bodies still writhing on the bed, the girl slumps over, as your girlfriend tugs effortlessly against her remaining bonds, before her body stops twitching in ecstasy and she just lays there breathless. You also lay down, between them, and loosen your girlfriend's wrists and allow them both to fall into a slumber before you yourself, drift off to their soft breathing._
_You awaken later that night, to the smell off either coffee or tea or both, looking next to you, you see just the girl that you called, and your girlfriend walking around getting something to drink. She comes back in, and kisses you softly, and whispers "thank you," onto your lips before kissing you deeper. She then moves to kiss and wake the girl up, she then leaves and gets the drinks for all of you. After some small talk, your girlfriend helps the girl dress, and then she locks the door behind her, smiling at you out of the corner of her eye. She then comes back to bed with you, and straddles you, laying her head on your chest...rocking her hips slightly she gets a mischievously sweet look in her eyes ... and you both know that only means one thing ... after making sweet love to each other two more times that night, till you both finally fall asleep in each others arms._
_~end~_
_ _**Authors note: A butterfly vibrator is roughly the shape of a butterfly, it is worn with a harness type gadget and it has a few settings, reportedly "quiet," and most importantly, hands free...just incase you didn't know. :)__ |
All the D/s (Domination/submission) relationships I know of, and have read about, have rules and rituals that the submissive must follow. I am sure that those not involved in D/s must think that such regimentation would stifle any relationship and make it unbearable on the submissive. I am sure that many men and women who are just discovering their submissive side, and who are thinking about embarking on a D/s relationship, find reading about others’ rules and rituals rather daunting.
However, rules and rituals can be liberating – freeing the submissive from having to constantly worry about what may or may not be expected, and enabling them to serve their Dominant with joy and in peace. The submissive, following well chosen rules, can, once the behaviour becomes almost second nature, not only gain joy from deepening their submission but also feel a lightness of spirit safe in the knowledge they are pleasing the One they have chosen to submit to.
Rules
Rules need to be introduced a few at a time. Anyone faced with a page or more of rules would find it almost impossible to memorise them all and follow each and every one. D/s is often likened to a journey into a new world – and like any journey, it is better to go slowly and therefore not miss something important, than it is to rush along to see what might be over the next hill or round the next bend.
Rules can cover any aspect of life, or any situation. There may be rules on a way a submissive dresses themselves; rules concerning the behaviour of the submissive; bathroom rules; bedroom rules – you name it … and there could be a rule made to cover it. The most effective rules are those that are there for a purpose – even if that purpose is simply because it pleases the Dominant. I have found that when a new rule is to be introduced, it is helpful for a dialogue to have taken place. The Dominant can then state the proposed rule and ask for comments from the submissive. This also gives the Dominant an opportunity of explaining exactly why They wish the rule to be followed.
Among my first rules were the following separate, but connected rules:
-you will be clean shaven from the neck downwards
-you will not wear panties unless given specific permission to do so
-you will ensure that after using the toilet, you are washed and clean
All three were introduced at the start of my journey into submission, and I gladly accepted them – even though the no panties rule made me quake a little at the thought of being outside with no underwear on. My Master explained that my body was His to use as and when He wished – and He wanted quick access to it whenever He so desired. This simple explanation made it much easier for me to follow, not to mention the thought of being used at any time made me quite hot! Many would think that this would be the end of the matter as far as the Dominant is concerned. They have made the rule - the submissive follows it. Simple? Not so! The Dominant must always ensure that a rule is being followed. If adherence to rules is not periodically checked on, the submissive will soon begin to question the point of following them. This is another reason for introducing rules just a couple at a time – they are designed to make the life of the Dominant easier … not more burdensome!
Once a rule becomes second nature to a submissive, it may be time to add a new twist to it, or extend it slightly. This makes the submissive acutely aware of just who is in charge, and makes them think of even a most mundane task to ensure that they are following the rule. One Domme I know had a rule that Her submissive always wore black socks. One day, She suddenly tells the submissive that he is to wear navy blue socks today. Later, when getting dressed, the submissive had to check his automatic behaviour of reaching for black hose, and this bought his Mistress sharply to the forefront of his mind. Why change the rule? Because it pleases the Dominant to do so – and makes the submissive think about Her whenever he catches a glimpse of his socks that day.
Obviously, where there are rules, there are also sanctions for breaking that rule. Sanctions and punishments must fit the crime, and a caring Dominant might first ask themselves why a rule was broken or not followed. It could be that the submissive was unable to follow a rule because of outside factors. A rule that the submissive always has a cold beverage waiting for their Dominant when they come in from work may be broken because the submissive is called away, or that the electricity failed. In such cases, the submissive will probably be punishing themselves enough, and a word or two expressing disappointment will be enough of a punishment.
However, a major breach of a rule requires a sterner action. Imagine there is a rule that the submissive may not chat in a sexual way with another, unless having been given prior permission or is under direction from the Dominant at the time. For the first breach, a submissive might expect a stern lecture followed by some form of corporal punishment; a second breach of this rule would almost certainly spell banishment.
Rituals
Rituals are used to add a depth to the D/s relationship. Ritualistic behaviour gives a submissive an opportunity of showing their love and devotion to the One they have chosen to serve. Almost anything can be made into a ritual – from serving a meal or a drink, to getting ready for bed. Rituals can be as simple or as complex as the participants wish them to be. What works for one D/s couple, will not work for another. What must be remembered is that, just as no two people are exactly the same (even identical twins have small differences) then no two relationships will be identical – this goes for D/s relationships almost more than non-D/s relationships.
Rituals may also serve to show a submissive just how much the Dominant cares for them, for most rituals require the participation of both people.
Rituals may grow over time as the relationship deepens and matures. They may also be adapted to suit a variety of surroundings. This enables the Dominant and submissive alike to share a private moment in a very public place, which, in turn, confirms the Domination and submission.
One such ritual my Master and I have in place is the serving and eating of food. At home, I will always serve Him first, ensuring that food is presented pleasingly; that the correct cutlery is to hand; His favourite condiments are available for Him to use if He so wishes. I will not season or taste my food until He has taken the first mouthful and given me permission to eat. When we are alone, there is the added ritual that I serve Him naked, and wait by His chair until told otherwise. When we are with the family I am obviously clothed, but will not seat myself until given the signal to do so. When out at a self-service restaurant, I ensure that all the necessary items are on the table and wait to begin eating until the given discrete signal. In each circumstance, the small ritual being followed serves as a reminder and reinforcement of His Domination and my submission.
Any submissive has free choice to submit. It is a precious gift they give to the Dominant. Rules and rituals can be a small way for a Dominant to show that They care enough to give the life of Their submissive the structure and direction the submissive yearns for. They are also the building blocks for the relationship on which it might grow and flourish. Just as strong foundations in a building will allow for extensions to be added later, a firm foundation in any relationship will allow both people to grow together. Rules and rituals form the foundations – the sexual scenes and playtime are the icing and decoration on the cake. |
Mari could not be lost. She took this track so many times she could follow it with her eyes shut. In fact, she had come home so close to dawn a few times that her eyes had been closed more often than open. The moon had traveled two thumbs widths since she'd left Trent's home, and it never took her more than one. The moon was dark, but stars provided enough light to see the well-worn path, which was as familiar to her as the insides of her eyelids. Just off the path, though, she didn't recognize anything that she could see. She could not be lost, and yet she was.
Sighing, Mari strained to see what lie just beyond the range of her vision. After a few minutes of searching she saw a large pine tree she recognized, but it would be much farther into the woods than the track she was on. Should be on. She must have stumbled onto one of the side paths without noticing, her mind still too caught up in the sweet memories of Trent and what they had just shared. If she was where she thought she was, it would be dangerous to try to make it home tonight. The pine tree would have a comfortable layer of needles to cushion her from the forest floor, and the low hanging branches would provide protection from the wind and the rain, should she be so unlucky.
It wouldn't be the first time she had spent the night out of doors. That was why she always went to Trent's home, rather than he to hers. Since Mari was a small girl she had been known for her odd ways, sneaking away from home to be alone, preferring the company of nature and animals to that of her peers. More than once she had been caught by nightfall and found the next morning, surrounded by the flower garlands and herbal bunches that had distracted her from the coming darkness. While she had learned to present a more acceptable face to the village, inspired in no small part by the whispers between the old women and the priests, her parents would not be surprised or suspicious to find her bed empty in the morning.
There was another reason for the arrangement, of course. Were Trent to be caught in her bed he would be publicly flogged and exiled; if she were caught in his, however, he would be forced to marry her. Mari gave a little snort of contempt as she gathered the pine boughs around her, her fingers automatically weaving the little needles into a ring. She and Trent would already be married if her parents weren't so old fashioned. Nearly all the girls in the village were married by sixteen. But Mari's parents came from the Old World before she was born, where tradition dictated a maid may not marry until after the Christ's Mass following her eighteenth birthday. Although she had been eighteen for over four moons already, it would be another two moons still before she would be allowed to wed Trent. Mari was practically an old maid among those peers she had so carefully avoided as a child.
If only her parents knew...
Settled in and wrapped warmly in a blanket of fresh smelling pine, Mari let her mind drift back to tonight's encounter. It had been brief as Trent needed to rise at dawn to accompany his father into the big town for supplies. But tonight they went as far as they had ever dared to go before. Mari wrapped herself in the memory like a gown of the softest silk.
Trent had been asleep when she came in through the open window above his bed, or at least he had been pretending to be asleep, which suited Mari just fine. Without a word she had wrapped herself around him and let her hands wander across his shirtless chest. Though just eighteen himself, Trent was as big and strong as any of the men in the village, and touching him sent shivers through her whole body. After several minutes Mari had grown bold, her hands slipping down below Trent's unbelted waist. She had teased him, groping his thighs and belly while carefully avoiding his increasingly larger manhood. He had groaned, eyes still closed and rolled to his back. His chest glimmering in the faint starlight had been irresistible to Mari. She had kissed his neck, working her way lower and lower until her lips took over the job her hands had been doing moments before.
She had touched him before, even enough to satisfy his need, but tonight she had wanted more. She had wanted all of him. So in one swift movement, before she could talk herself out of it, she took all of him into her mouth. The taste was sweet and salty, and the bulk of his manness brought tears to her eyes as a shudder went through his body. His hands had tangled themselves in her hair as she had slowly worked her mouth up and down the length of him, slowly at first, then gaining speed until she could feel he was nearly at his climax. And then she stopped. Another groan erupted from Trent, and she had stopped it with a kiss.
"You'll wake your parents," she had whispered hoarsely, her passion making her breath ragged.
"I don't care. I would marry you tonight in this bed. Especially if you do THAT again," he had replied, though quietly and with obvious satisfaction.
And then he had taken over, unlacing her blouse with nimble fingers and removing her loose clothing with ease. Left in just her bloomers, Mari's nipples had stood out in the night air, but Trent soon took care of that, covering one with his mouth and crushing the other with his hand. He had taken his time, leaving no inch of her skin unkissed and working his way down with the same maddening slowness she had just used against him. He seemed to hesitate at the top of her bloomers, and Mari was nearly wild with passion.
"It's okay," she had told him. "They won't know." Another of the Old World traditions her parents insisted on was having a midwife inspect their daughter previous to her nuptials. This and only this had prevented Mari and Trent from allowing their passion to overwhelm them. Trent's parents were well off, but his father expected him to earn his keep. Without Mari's dowry, which would be forfeit if they did not follow her parents' rules, it would take them a long time to be able to make a home for themselves. And they very much wanted a place to call their own.
Encouraged by her words, Trent had lowered her bloomers and began kissing just above the fuzz that marked her womanhood. As he became more bold, it was Mari's turn to groan, causing Trent to chuckle. A pillow over her face had allowed Mari to express her longing without risking discovery. Trent's tongue had been everywhere. Mari had touched her secret spot before, as had Trent, but the feelings she felt this time swelled up within her like a wave, threatening to crash and drown her pleasure.
Then his tongue slipped inside her and she had gasped. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" he had asked worriedly. There would be pain, Mari knew, if they had gone too far. She assisted the midwife from time to time, helping prepare herbs and brews, and the old woman had been frank and honest about the workings between men and women. Whether she was trying to help or frighten Mari was unclear, but Mari was grateful for the information either way.
"No," Mari had whispered back once she caught her breath. "It feels wonderful." Emboldened now, Trent had gone straight back to business, caressing, stabbing and sucking until Mari thought she would burst. And then she did. Had it not been for the pillow over her face she would have screamed with her delight. Her body shuddered and leapt off the bed. Trent had held her legs until the shaking stopped, and then he was on her, his manhood pressed into her stomach like a sword. They moved together, their bodies slipping over each other, pressing and rubbing, until Mari had felt a stickiness between them and felt Trent tremble as he satisfied his need.
For a long time they had lain together, breathing as one, not daring to break the spell of their intimacy. At last, Trent had whispered into her ear, "Let's run away. I can apprentice as a blacksmith in the big city. It won't be much but at least we'll be together." There was need in his voice, a longing not just for Mari's body, but for all of her. And she wanted so badly to give it to him.
"You would never be happy," she reminded him, rolling out from under him and searching for her clothes. "You are an artist. Here you have the freedom to work. An apprenticeship in the big city would be little more than slavery for you. I could not do that to you. Besides, it's just two moons until my the Christ's Mass. And we have the nights..."
"Yes," he conceded, watching her dress. "We have the nights."
Mari had sensed he wanted to say more, but there was nothing to say. She would not let him sacrifice his dreams to spare her a few months more in her parents' house. So she had kissed him and slipped out the window, ignoring his pleas to let him walk her home. Now she wished she had taken him up on that offer.
Mari snuggled deeper into the pine, tasting Trent on her lips and willing herself to sleep.
Then a light caught her eye. This far out into the woods and so late at night there shouldn't be anyone around. Of course, Mari was here, but that was by accident. As she squinted through the pine boughs she could see the light was moving, so it must be a lantern of some kind. There was no way whoever it was could see her, hidden as she was. She was safe. Yet her curiosity was getting the better of her. Against her own good reason, she left her nest and followed the light, determined to find out what was going on without being seen herself.
Slipping from tree to tree on the silence of practiced feet, Mari made her way toward the light. As she approached she saw there were three lights, not one, each being carried by a person in a cowled robe. Priests? They had secret rituals, she knew, but surely none that involved heading into the deepest part of the woods on the darkest night of the month.
A shudder went through her at that thought. The whispers of the old ladies had not always been a frown upon her odd ways. There were darker things hinted at that had been carried to her in her hiding spot just behind the creamery. Evil things. Mari's curiosity turned to a cold fear in the pit of her stomach, and she turned to retreat into her hiding place.
"So nice of you to join us," said a hooded figure directly in front of her. "We've been waiting for you." And then world went black as Mari slipped to the ground.
When she came to she was in a clearing she did not recognize. A large bonfire burned brightly off to one side, the robed figures on the other. Mari was in the exact center. She tried to sit up, to escape, but she was tied hand and foot. As she looked down to see if she could slip out of her bonds, she cried out. She was dressed in a red gown of expensive muslin, her feet clad in shocking red boots. Who had done this to her? Why?
Not sure she wanted the answer, but too afraid to simply lie still, she called out "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
The tall man who had surprised her in the woods stepped forward. She could see in the light of the fire that he wore a mask carved with intricate designs, and the sight of them sent a lance of fear down her spine. "It is not what we want from you, Mariella, but what we want _for_ you."
The sensuousness of his voice surprised her nearly as much as the fact that he knew her name. She had expected a rough, angry voice, but this man's voice made her feel the same way that Trent's caresses did, and she blushed at the heat that went through her secret area.
"Who are you?" she demanded again, determined to hide both her fear and the arousal she felt.
"Friends," he said simply. "We've been watching you. We know your desires. We can offer you everything you want, for just a small price," he added with a slight sneer.
Questions rose in Mari's mind, but all she could manage to whisper was "What?"
"A small thing. You won't even miss it." He was close to her now, kneeling beside her with his hand casually brushing along her midriff. "You can take your time to decide."
Then he kissed her, the rough wood of the mask digging in around her nose and cheek. Mari tried to resist, she held her breath, thought about Trent. But it was too overpowering, and she succumbed to it. Her lips parted and the strangers tongue found hers. He tasted of cloves and wine and something that seemed to slip past her memory, something she should know.
I'm a prisoner, she told herself, I have no choice. But her body betrayed her. As the stranger's lips passed down around her throat she groaned aloud, his touch sending sparks through her body in a way Trent's never had.
"Yes," he said, soothing, enticing.
"Yes," she whispered back, tears stinging her eyes at her betrayal.
The others formed a semicircle around the pair, trapping them between themselves and the fire. There were more now. When had they appeared? Mari tried to remember, but there was no room in her mind for anything except the strangers hands on her body, his lips on her skin.
One of the group approached, and Mari realized it was a woman. Though garbed exactly the same as all the others, the way she walked shouted her femininity. She was holding what appeared to be a metal cross, but there was something wrong about it. As Mari tried to concentrate, to focus her mind, she realized the cross was upside down, and the end of it tapered into a knife blade.
Beautiful, she thought. No, evil. But beautiful too. But as the woman raised the cross knife over her head as if to strike down at Mari, pure terror sliced through all her drowsy musings. Before she could react, however, the stranger was there, kissing her again, and the world melted into a calm lustfulness as his tongue caressed hers, that strange taste filling her entire world.
"You won't run, Mariella." It wasn't a command, but not a question, either. This strange man simply knew her mind, knew that she was powerless over her own body so long as the taste of him was on her.
He released her, and the woman plunged the cold metal down, somehow slicing her bonds without touching Mari or the beautiful dress at all. Then she moved closer, and more carefully cut through the ropes around Mari's wrists. She was free, yet trapped nevertheless.
"Eat now, and drink." The stranger offered her a platter of fruits from seemingly out of nowhere, fruits that had been out of season for two moons. Mari bit into one, its juices running down her chin and onto her bosom, where the stranger licked them off, causing Mari sigh in contented ecstasy. He offered her a cup then, a strange metal cup bearing the same type of markings as his mask. Mari took it and drank thirstily. She started to put the cup down, but the stranger held it up again, and Mari emptied it.
The others moved then, tightening the half circle around them, chanting in some language Mari could not understand. The sound moved her the same way the strangers voice did, a guilty wetness growing in her secret area. Her head swam. Her body tingled. And that taste...
A half-memory floated up to Mari. The old midwife asking her to retrieve a jar of herbs from a secret drawer. A woman had been laboring for two days, the baby surely dead within her. "This will calm her, help her forget," she had told Mari. The scent of it was now the taste on Mari's lips. Hawthorn root. A forbidden herb.
Three other women approached and knelt beside Mari. She did not need to see them walk to guess their sex. Their robes were open at the throat, revealing slick, naked bodies. They began pulling at the intricate ribbons holding the dress together, all the while touching, soothing, kissing. At last the dress slid open, and Mari's own naked body was exposed. The night air should have been cool, despite the bonfire, yet she felt warm.
Two of the women each took one of Mari's breasts into her mouth. She could not have imagined such an act between two women before this night, yet it felt like the most right thing in the world as they licked and sucked and bit her hard, protruding nipples. The other woman moved down between Mari's legs, her mouth performing a far more complicated and satisfying version of the act Trent had tested for the first time this very night. The wave rose within her as the women continued their magical manipulation of her body, and when it crashed over her they did not let up. Over and over again her body thrashed with pleasure. She cried out, half begging them to stop and half begging them to never stop. Slowly, their ministrations slowed, and Mari felt her body calming, the tingling pleasure lingering on her breasts and between her legs.
The stranger was there again, stroking her damp hair back from her eyes, his lips barely brushing hers, breathing into her ear. "Do you know what day this is, Mariella?"
What were days? She couldn't remember anything other than the play of skin against skin, the shameless desire for more. Slowly, it came to her. "October the thirty-first."
"All Hallow's Eve," he agreed, pleased with her. "We have waited many turnings of the seasons for the dark of the moon to fall on this night. We just need one more thing to make it complete. Will you give it to me?"
"Anything," she breathed. "Anything for you."
He grinned, an almost demonic look temporarily coloring his eyes, then his sensuous smile reappeared. Another man stepped forward, robe open to reveal a hard and throbbing manhood. Mari wanted it. No, she needed it. The stranger moved down, his hands caressing her everywhere at once: her breasts, her toes, her stomach. The new man stepped over Mari and knelt. She reached for him and brought him into her mouth slowly, wanting to savor every moment, every taste. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, her tongue contorting around it as she went. She pulled back and licked furiously at the head of the thing, causing it to bounce upon her lips, then it was in her again, thrusting until she could barley breathe. A hot, sticky saltiness filled her mouth and throat as the man shuddered over her. He removed himself and rejoined the group.
The stranger was still caressing her, looking at her expectantly.
"More?" she whispered lustily. He chuckled, and another man approached. He was not as big as the first man, and Mari took all of him into her mouth at once, reveling in the power she held over him. She teased him, stopping just past the tip of his manhood, again and again, until he arched himself back and forced his way into her, stopping just short of the back of her throat, his seed spilling into her all at once. She swallowed while his was still inside her, coaxing the last drop into her, a warm feeling spreading through her.
The man stood up shakily, making his way back to the group while another approached. Mari was as drunk on her lust now as on the herbed wine she had drunk. As the next person took position over her, Mari found herself pleased that it was a woman. Her mouth dove into the task, tasting what she had often smelled on her own fingers late at night. In and out her tongue darted, around and around. She wanted to drown in the taste and feel of the woman's secret place around her. All too soon, the woman cried out, followed by a long, low groan, and it was over.
One by one all the rest came to her. Lastly was the woman who had slashed her bonds. She was much older than her strong and confident gait had implied. Her flesh was loose around her secret area, her taste stronger and sweeter than any before. She did not yield as easily as the others, either. Mari was thrilled. Taking her time, she explored the woman, tasting, sucking, tickling, her own desire flowing out into the woman above her. When at last it was done the woman leaned down and kissed her, something none of the others had done. Mari tasted power there on her lips, even as the old woman tasted herself on Mari.
As the old woman retreated into the group of robed figures around her, Mari became aware of the stranger again. He was standing now at her feet, his robe discarded and his body gleaming in the firelight. The chanting grew louder, filling Mari with its rhythm.
"Mariella," the stranger's voice boomed through the night air. "Do you profess to those assembled here that you are a virgin, intact and undiscovered by man?"
"Yes," she replied.
"And do you give yourself to me on this night of All Hallow's Eve under the dark moon?"
"Yes," she answered again, the words swimming out of her.
"Then for your gift, you shall be rewarded."
He came to her then, his body crushing down on hers, his mouth covering her own so that she could hardly breathe. She could feel his manhood, hard and long, between them. He reared back, and with one hard thrust he entered her.
It seemed as if the world exploded around her. Darkness enveloped her vision as her world was reduced to the pain and pleasure of the stranger inside of her. Back and forth, in and out he moved, and Mari with him. Waves of desire and bliss broke over her again and again as the stranger rocked her body. The chanting grew louder still, the bodies of the worshippers closing in around her and the stranger, until at last she and her lover reached their climax together, shrieking out in unison with two dozen other voices in a howl that was both primal and divine.
Mari lay still, breathing heavily, her body thoroughly ravished and sated, as the stranger rose above her. He seemed almost to glow in the faint light of the stars, and Mari realized that the bonfire had been completely extinguished at the exact time of their climax.
"Yesssss...." he breathed out slowly, power and satisfaction rolling off his tongue.
The light around Mari grew dimmer, collapsing around the edge of her vision until only the stranger was visible. Then he, too, slid away, and Mari felt nothing more.
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Mari awoke all at once, her eyes flying open only to be burned by the sun streaming in her window. Quickly, she snapped them shut, opening them slowly. The sun was nearly halfway up the sky. How could her parents have let her sleep so late? She had chores, and the midwife wanted her to...
A knock at the door cut off her thoughts. That was what had woken her originally, she realized, not the sun. Hurriedly she threw on a robe and went to the door, shocked to find her mother and the midwife standing there.
"The midwife has come to inspect you," her mother said curtly. Mari was confused. There was no reason for it. They would not allow her to marry for another two moons, and even if they suspected that she and Trent had been meeting each other at night, this would prove nothing against him. But she obediently went back to her bed and sat down.
"Now, now, child, this won't hurt a bit," the old crone said reassuringly. She had Mari remove her undergarments but allowed her to wrap her robe back around her before lying down on the bed. "No sense in catching a cold on a such a big day," she said cryptically.
The old woman parted Mari's knees and slipped one finger inside her private area, gently probing. "She is intact," she proclaimed after just a few moments. Mari's mother sighed with relief. Mari found that she herself had been holding her breath, though she had no reason to be nervous. She and Trent had been so careful.
Mari gathered her robe back around herself and sat up, and the midwife came forward and embraced her. "Good luck, my child," she said, leaning forward to kiss her. As their lips met it was like a door opened inside Mari's mind. She felt power, saw strange symbols, heard words in a language with no meaning. Then the old woman pulled away, a knowing smile on her lips, and everything was back to normal. The midwife embraced Mari's mother and went out, leaving Mari and her mother alone in the room. Mari didn't ask, but her mother could clearly read the question on her face.
"Marcus Steelman has come by to ask for your hand in marriage to his son, Trent. Though it is not our way, he has convinced us that by the ways of this new village you are quite ready to accept the challenge. You will be wed this very afternoon."
Mari wanted to leap for joy, but her mother's eyes were sad.
"Oh, mama," she said, rising to embrace her mother. "I will be close, and I will always be your daughter."
"I know," her mother replied wearily, tears at last spilling down her cheeks. "But you are my only baby."
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Her mother's own wedding gown was fitted to Mari with astonishing speed. The priest had the village hall, which also served as a church, swept and decorated with autumn garlands. The ladies of the village provided sweet meats and pies and loaves and loaves of bread with freshly churned butter for the wedding feast. It was a celebration to remember.
And, Mari thought from some secret part of her, it was such a small thing. |
Once again, besides doing an adventure ride I had a great sexual adventure. This year I decided to ride my BMW 1200 GSA from the Midwest to Nova Scotia via the Trans-Canada Highway. A friend of mine told me he got laid at every placed he stopped for the night on his ride last summer. I strongly suspected he embellished his adventure especially when I couldn't even get close to a woman and I went to some of the same bars he went to. I gave up when I couldn't get lucky in Quebec City and decided to just enjoy the adventure ride to Nova Scotia and the Cabot Trail.
I rode into Sydney at 11:00 PM and found a cozy motel on the outskirts of the city. I dumped my riding gear and rode off to find some place to eat and have a beer. When I stopped at a traffic light another biker stopped next to me so I asked him if he knew a place to get something to eat. He recommended a sports bar just a few blocks away and warned me it was kind of a dump but they have good food and some decent women. I took his advice and decided to give it a try. He was right on at least two out of three things... it was a dump but the food was great. "Some decent women" is where he was wrong but then again it was a Thursday night.
Entering the place I was not sure about leaving my bike in the parking lot and whether it would be there when I exited. The place was pretty large with lots of sports memorabilia on the walls and a couple big screen TV's on the walls. I decided to take a seat at a table where I could see both the door and a TV that had a news channel on. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bar I noticed there were only a few people sitting at the bar and no one at the tables. A barmaid came over and took my order of a steak and a tall beer... she was pretty lackluster and nearly rude. When she arrived with the beer I commented it looked like it was a slow night. She agreed but said they did most of their business on the weekends and with the lunch crowd. My steak came out about 20 minutes later and I have to say it was good.
The front door opened and an older woman stepped in, checking out the bar and scanning the tables as if looking for someone. She went to the bar and talked to the bartender for a few minutes then just as she was about to leave she walked over to my table. In a slightly alcohol slurred speech she asked if I'd like some company. I replied, "Sure, have a seat...would you like a drink? I'm not sure why I seemed to be attracted to her... she was at least fifteen years older than me and looked a little hard. She had stylish short red hair, brown eyes outlined by heavy eye make-up and bright red lipstick on full lips. She was rather short at maybe five foot and when she remover her jacket I could see she had a figure you don't normally see on a shorter woman. Her tits were large and round on a petite frame. Frankly, I wondered if her breasts were real or enhanced. She was fully dressed in black with tight jeans and a silky tight blouse with her buttons straining against the button holes. The top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned revealing a very deep cleavage.
My gaze and thoughts we noticed when she quite bluntly ask, "Are you going to stare at my knockers or buy me a drink?"
"What would you like?" I asked
"I'd like fucked but for now a coffee brandy on ice" she replied in a matter of fact and serious tone.
I wasn't sure at first how to reply... "I'll give you both if you wish." She had already had a few drinks and I questioned myself if she was just a tease for a drink or two, then move on or was she as horny as I hoped she was. I wasn't real keen on taking advantage of a drunken old lady but what the hell... I was horny and there was something passionate about her.
"I need to use the powder room... don't go anywhere." She announced and staggered off while I ordered her drink and another beer for me. This was my second beer and my last knowing I was going to have to ride my motorcycle back to the hotel.
When she arrived back to the table, I noticed she had freshened her make-up and lipstick. In a more formal demeanor she introduced herself as Leann and recently widowed. I offered my apologies and feared it would bring on the tears of a drunken woman... Instead, she matter-of-factly said "Don't be sorry, he was a no good bastard and a lousy fuck!"
She changed seats and moved in close. Her perfume was strong but very sensual as we made small talk and her hand rubbing my inner thigh. She whispered in my ear as her free hand unbuttoned another button on her blouse... "Do you like my knockers dear?"
"I do" with my gaze down her cleavage and my cock stirring. Her hand rubbed further up my leg to feel the head of my cock in my jeans. The bartender, as if on cue, called out "Last Call."
Shelly got up and downed the last of her drink; she took my hand and led me to the door. Outside the air was cool and a light fog had rolled in. There was only my motorcycle and a big black Mercedes parked next to it in the well lit parking lot. She led me to the back door of the Mercedes, clicked the remote then turned and pulled my head down and kissed me hard. Her tongue pushed her way into my mouth taking my breath away. My hand grabbed her ass and lifted her to her toes and pressed my growing bulge to hot petite body. We kissed for several minutes before she announced "Now let's see what you have".
She opened the back door of the luxury Mercedes and climbed in taking a seat on the far side of the soft leather facing me as I climbed in and closed the door behind me. The interior was very roomy and the tinted windows allowed plenty of the outside light in while keeping privacy. She opened the buttons of her blouse one by one then unleashed her bra from a front clasp. "Are these what you've been lusting to see, dear?"
"They are and they are beautiful! I can't wait to suck on them." I managed, knowing my cock was straining hard to be out of my jeans. Her tits were very nice for an older woman. They were full and sagged slightly but her hard nipples really caught my attention. She had a gold bar-bell nipple ring through each, which seemed to accent the size of each dark nipple.
"Now it's your turn... let's see your cock" she demanded. I released my belt and taking her lead I slowly release each button of my fly slowly. I never wear underwear with jeans so when I reached the last button I pulled my nearly hard cock out. She removed a lipstick from her purse and reapplied a fresh coat to her lips. I stroked the long shaft slowly to give her a good look.
"OH MY GOD! You've gotta a big one.... It's beautiful, dear." She cooed in moaning voice then smacked her lips with the fresh lipstick.
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear." I mocked her, adding the 'dear".
Sliding over to me she tweaked her nipples to make sure they had my attention... needlessly. She took a firm grip on my cock in one hand and with the other she pointed at the tattoo above her left nipple. The tattoo was a carton character of the Disney dog Pluto with a script below it. "Do you like my tattoo... can you read it?" she teased. As I lowered my head to read the script with the real intent to suck on nipple, I read it; "Cock Hound".
As I sucked her nipple in my mouth she cooed deeply... "I am a cock hound. I love big hard cock."
I swirled my tongue around her nipple as I sucked on it harder. Both her hands were around my now very hard cock. I released her belt and she briefly released my cock to help remove her jeans. As she did, I switched to her other nipple and sucked greedily. She settled back to the seat facing me on her knees with her thighs apart so I could diddle her clit while sucking her nipples. Her hands returned to my cock and squeezed a coating of pre-cum to her finger tips. Taking her slick fingers she met my fingers at her clit and smoothed the pre-cum over her button.
"Damn you have great hands, dear. But I'm here for your cock and you have one hell of a cock." She announced in a matter of fact tone. She pushed me back and away from her nipples. She tugged my jeans off and momentarily stared at my cock like a wild animal ready to attack its prey. Lowering her body she took my cock in her hands and ran her cheek up along the inside of my thigh, nudging up along my balls. She cooed lowly "I love your cock." She licked her lips then slid her tongue along the underside of my shaft to the wet tip. Caressing my balls in one hand she guided the shaft along her lipstick coated lips. My pre-cum gave her lips a sexy glossy coat.
"You are good and if you aren't careful I'm going to cum, my dear" I moaned
"I'm not going to have it any other way, dear." She managed as she kissed the head lightly then rubbed the head along her cheeks lovingly. She looked up into my eyes and told me "Watch me... as I make love and suck your cock, dear". I did as she told though I didn't need to be told.
She licked around the head and down the shaft as I watched her teasing technique. I knew then this is a woman who really loved a hard cock. She caressed my balls in her hands and kissed each lightly then sucked on each. My fingers combed through her hair and massaged the back of her neck as performed her fabulous oral skills. Sliding her tongue firmly to the underside of my cock she reached the tip and smacked her lips. With her lips closed she sucked the pre-cum out of the slit. With wanton eyes she stared into mine... she was good and knew I wanted her to suck my cock but waited for me to push her head down with my hands. I held the back of her head in my hands and slowly pushed her head down. Her lipstick red lips surrounded my cockhead tightly as I urged her downward slowly. Her wink told me she liked it this way. I slowed my pressure as my cock went deeper afraid she couldn't take much more. She came back up slowly, never unlocking her eyes to mine. I saw the lipstick coating my cock as her head came up to the tip. She was good and sucked me all the way up the shaft... pausing again she pursed her lips tightly and I pulled her head downward again... this time her hand gripped the base of my cock tightly. Her head went a little further down my shaft and I moaned as the head of my cock entered her throat. She gagged a little and slide up my shaft a little quicker. She paused to catcher breath, allowing the spittle and pre-cum to drip from her lips. She didn't wait this time for me to guide her down she went down fast and stopped when she was an inch deep than before. Coming up slowly she paused at the tip teasingly waiting for me. I pushed her head down firmly while she sucked the hard cock further down again and again without gagging... this was something that no woman had ever done before. She came back up then worked on my cockhead, sucking the head in her cheeks and pumping my cock in both of her hands.
"Mmmmmmmm you are good! The best maybe." I moaned in passion.
"I want your cum... Do me a favor... and fuck my face... I can take it and want it." She said in a passionate plea.
I adjusted my position and guided her head to my balls where she read my mind and sucked each deeply. I took my hard cock in my hand and rubbed it to her face smearing her makeup then pulled her chin up so I could rub it all over her cheeks and red lips. She moaned deeply and took my cock deep in her mouth not waiting for me she fucked her own face with my cock. My hands gripped her head and forced her up and down my cock in a rhythm she seemed to like. My balls tightened and my hips pulsed upwards as the first wave of cum flooded her bobbing mouth or throat... she continued sucking hard as I forced her head down deeper on my shaft as I shot another wave of cum. Wild with passion I continued to fuck her mouth and she never let go... her hands pumping every last drop of cum in her mouth.
When she released my cock she rubbed it all over her face and neck. She dribbled a dollop of cum in her hand and swallowed the rest. She rubbed cum over her clit and moaned as if she was about to cum.
"Your turn, my dear!" I whispered as I kissed her lips and pushed her on to her back. Her legs spread wide with one foot over the back of the seat and the other daggling to the floor. Taking away her fingers from her cum wet clit, I lowered my mouth to her hairy mound. I licked her button firmly first along one side then the other probing to find the place where she quivered. Finding the spot, I flicked my tongue over it slowly sensing the pulse of her impending orgasm. Her hands gripped her tits and rubbed her nipples... her eyes locked with mine and I sucked her lips deep into my mouth. I slide two fingers in her tight little cunt, surprised of her tightness, and then slowly finger fucked her. My other arm wrapped around her butt and over her muff so my fingers could part her lips and finger her clit so my tongue could focus on her spot.
"Mmmmmmmm damn you are makkkkkinggggg me cum....oooohhh FUCCCCKkkk!" she screamed as I flicked my tongue faster and faster over her spot. The rhythm kept pace with my fingers fucking in and out of her cunt until she heaved up hard. Her hands gripping my hair and pulling me back and forth... off and on her clit as she came hard. Her flood of squirting fluid coated my hand and spread over the leather seat. Her waning sighs and heaving chest told me she was spent and would likely fall deep asleep... boy, was I wrong.
_Chapter 2 will have the rest of the story which continued back in my motel room and I found out what her fetish was._
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I was eighteen the first time I fucked him.
He was my father's friend, my mother's former lover, my sister's father, and I'd been in love with him for years. Despite the fact that my mother had died when I was twelve, he stayed a part of my life, even though no one besides myself knew he'd fathered my little sister.
I was six when Elisabeth was born, Trevor was twenty-four. Even though I was too young to fully understand, I knew that he and my mother shared a relationship that she was supposed to be sharing with my father, and that she got pregnant because of it. She begged me not to tell him and I didn't, but only because I didn't want Trevor to get in trouble. He was already the king of my world.
Trevor's older brother was my father's best friend and he and Trevor came over all the time. He still kept coming over even after Mom died, he just stopped going in to say "hi" to her while Dad and Chris watched football downstairs. He would still tug on my braids or bring me candy or presents, and for years I dreamed of the day I could be with him.
The day I turned eighteen, I couldn't wait until school was out so I could go see Trevor. My friend's older brother had come home from college the day before and offered to drive me over. Trevor's house was at the end of a long dirt road, hidden by trees and other foliage, and was well-protected. I knew he would be alerted by a vehicle in the driveway so when we pulled in, I turned to Dean, leaned across the car, and kissed him.
"What was that all about?" he asked, neither surprised nor seemingly bothered by my action.
"I just wanted to say thank-you," I replied coyly. I let my hand drift toward his lap and caressed the bulge in his jeans, smiling when he hissed a breath through his teeth. I continued to rub him and his cock hardened, his erection getting thicker and longer and straining the zipper. "That looks painful," I teased, reaching for the button and sliding it free. "Maybe we should get it out of those tight jeans."
"No shit," he gasped, pushing his jeans down and letting his cock spring free. It was nearly perfect, about seven inches long and as thick as my wrist. I moaned and my panties were immediately dampened, my pussy tingling. I couldn't wait to have it in me. First, though, I wanted to taste it.
I wiggled around in the seat until I was on my knees, leaning over the console and sliding my mouth over that gorgeous dick. Dean groaned as I stroked him. He lifted his hips up, pushing his cock further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. He was steel-hard and my pussy was so wet. I reached under my skirt and slid two fingers into my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb.
I let his cock pull out of my mouth and sat up. "Come here," I demanded. I tilted the passenger-side seat down so it was nearly flat and lifted my body up. Dean slid over the console until he was settled in the seat. "God, I can't wait to have you in me," I whimpered as I lowered myself onto his dick.
"Fuck," Dean breathed as he speared into me. He gripped my hips and arched his up, his cock buried deep in my pussy, his thick nest of hair tickling my clit. I ground down onto him, my clit rubbing against the base of his cock, and cried out. "You're such a fucking slut," he said with a breathless chuckle, sliding one hand under my shirt and cupping my full breast, his thumb glancing over the nipple.
"Fuck yeah," I cried, my hips rising and falling rapidly as I rode his thick pole. I lifted my skirt to my waist so he could watch his cock pump in and out of my pussy. "You know the reason I needed a ride here?" I asked as he pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my D-cup breasts with the dark pink nipples. "I want the guy in the house to see me fucking you. I want him to watch your mouth on my breasts and your dick in my pussy, and get so hard he aches. Because when I go inside, I want him to fuck me."
"I can't imagine him not wanting to bury his meat in this hot snatch," Dean assured me as he drove his cock into me again and again, fast, hard, and deep.
"Oh fuck, yeah, fuck my pussy," I cried. "Fuck it hard." His lips and tongue were busy at my breasts, his fingers massaging the firm flesh and his teeth lightly closing over my hardened nipples while his hips continued to pump into me.
I could feel the warm rush of orgasm start to crash over me and I rode him faster, my pussy clenching his cock rhythmically until it exploded. I screamed as I flooded his cock with my juices. Dean groaned loudly and I knew he was about to cum, too.
"Cum on my tits," I demanded, and we rolled over so that he was on top. He pulled out and jerked his cock rapidly until it began spurting thick streams of white cream onto my nipples. It dripped down my breasts and landed in pools on my stomach.
"Holy shit, that was fucking amazing," Dean said with a grunt of pleasure. "I'll give you a ride from school any time if I get that in return."
"Next time, I'll let you fuck my ass," I said with a wink, then slid out of the car. I was still half-naked, my skirt stuck to my pussy in wet spots, my cum running down my legs. I slid my shirt back on and was pleased to see how my nipples still protruded against the thin cloth, Dean's cum making large dark stains and causing it to stick to my breasts and stomach.
"Trevor isn't going to let me get in the front door before he has my skirt up and his dick in me," I chuckled as I walked up to the house.
The door swung open before I even knocked on it and Trevor stood there, glaring down at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?" he thundered.
I looked up at him and smiled innocently. "I wanted to come over and hang out," I replied, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about.
"To hell with that," he snarled, grabbing my arm and yanking me inside. He stalked over to Dean's car and I heard him yelling. Dean smirked, flipped him off, and then drove away. Trevor came back in and slammed the door behind him. "What the fuck were you thinking, behaving like that in my front yard?" he thundered. "You know your dad would kill you if he could have seen that performance."
I shrugged. "Trev, I'm eighteen," I reminded him. "Legal. Daddy can't say or do a damn thing about it."
Trevor sighed in disgust. "Eighteen. Christ. You're a fucking child."
I laughed and gestured at my debauched appearance. "Dean obviously didn't think so," I teased, letting my fingers brush my already projecting nipples, the wet spots, the glistening streaks of cum on my thighs.
Trevor's eyes darkened as he watched my hands slide down my body. "You're still a baby to me," he snapped, but his eyes never left my cream-coated skin.
"Haven't you ever wanted to fuck a sweet young thing?" I purred. I gripped the hem of my shirt and started to lift it. "This shirt is positively glued to me, it's so damn uncomfortable. You don't mind if I take it off, right?" Without waiting for an answer, I pulled my shirt off and he got his first good look at my sticky, cum-covered breasts.
"Knock that shit off, Noelle," Trevor commanded sternly. "I'm twice your age and I've known you since you were born."
I ignored him and hooked my fingers in my skirt. It was tiny, barely covering my ass, and I shimmied a little. "So never mind what Daddy would have thought of my performance," I whispered provocatively. "What did *you* think?" I pushed the skirt down to my knees and stepped out of it, spreading my legs so he could see how wet my pussy still was.
Trevor groaned. "You can't be fucking serious," he protested.
"I'm dead serious. I've been in love with you since I was a kid and I've wanted your cock inside me for years." I took a step forward and snuggled up against him, my breasts crushed against his chest, my hips tilted toward his so that his stiffening dick nestled between my thighs.
Trevor swore as his hands instinctively gripped my hips. "I was mad as hell at you when I saw that little scene. But I was so fucking hard at the same time," he admitted grudgingly.
I grinned triumphantly. "it was your face I saw when I was fucking Dean," I told him. "It was your cock I felt inside me, stretching me, making me cum."
"Fuck, Noelle. You don't know what the hell you're doing."
I slid my hand down his chest and rested it on his cloth-covered erection. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
I was on my knees before he could say another word, tugging at his button and zipper and yanking his pants down. I blinked in astonishment when his huge cock was released. It was a good nine inches and as big around as a beer bottle. I knew he was big, that's the kind of thing a guy can't hide, but I had no idea he was so incredibly well-endowed.
Trevor's fingers wrapped in my hair and pulled tight, bringing my head down to his massive pole. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in, coating him with my saliva and straining to lick as much of him as I could. Since my mouth didn't even begin to get all of him, I used both fists to jack him off as I bobbed up and down on his dick.
Trevor cursed expansively as he thrust into my mouth and hands simultaneously. "Christ, Noelle. Your mouth is so fucking wet."
I laughed around his throbbing cock. "You should try my pussy."
Before I knew what was happening, Trevor had me off my knees and lifted in his arms. He took me to the kitchen table and laid me down, spreading my legs and smiling in appreciation. His thumbs slipped inside my lips, stroking and rotating in small circles. He never quite hit right on my clit, instead letting the pads of his thumbs graze the sides of the tight, pulsing nub.
"Shit, Trev, you're driving me crazy," I cried out, gripping his head and trying to pull it toward my slippery wet sex.
He dipped his head and I was finally rewarded. His tongue delved between the slick folds and stroked, the tip of it flickering rapidly directly against the swollen bundle of nerves.
I arched my back as my orgasm split me in two, screaming wildly while bolts of pleasure sizzled through me like lightning.
I was still trembling when he grabbed my hips, pulled me to the edge of the table, and plunged his cock into me. He didn't ease in, he didn't gentle his movements so I could get used to his size, he just started pistoning into me. I came again instantly even though it hurt like hell to be stretched so abruptly.
"Oh shit, fuck, fuck me!" I cried, arching my hips up to take him more fully. He leaned over me and bit one nipple while he pounded into me roughly.
Trevor wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up, his dick still buried in me, and walked me over to the couch. He sat down and grinned at me. "I want you to ride me like you did that guy in the car."
"My pleasure," I moaned as I gripped his thighs with my knees. I rose up and then sank back down, going slowly at first, reveling in the feel of that huge cock going deep into me, filling me, stretching my pussy lips wide. I couldn't restrain myself though and soon I was riding him fast, my hips working frantically while I felt the sensations build into a tidal wave.
"Fuck, Trev, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I panted.
He reached between our bodies and pressed the tip of his finger to my clit, massaging roughly, and I wailed in pleasure as I hurtled over the edge of orgasm. My pussy contracted rapidly as he continued to thrust into me.
"I want to fuck your ass," Trevor growled, his dick straining upward. I could only nod my head and he lifted me, then settled me so that I was laying over the arm of the couch. I was grateful I didn't have to do much work as I was exhausted from having so many orgasms.
Trevor moved into position behind me and I felt the head of that monstrous dick press against my asshole. This time he was slow, gentle, as he eased his cock into my tight ass. He was so big that I whimpered in pain, my ass burning. When he was partially inside me he stopped, giving me a few moments to get used to the invasion, before he began pressing on again. I felt the ring of muscles expand to accommodate him, stretching to maximum limit, and my pussy began aching again.
"God, Trev," I moaned into the couch cushion. "Your dick feels so fucking good in my ass."
Trevor bent over me and bit my ear. "You like having cocks in your ass, you little whore?" he asked laughingly. "You want me to pound your ass good?" I nodded eagerly and felt his fingers bite into the soft flesh of my hips. He started fucking my ass, hard and fast, his dick pumping into me over and over. He grunted and when I turned my head to glance over my shoulder, I could see his forehead bead with sweat. His face was contorted into a grimace of pleasure and he thrust his hips against me, burying his cock in me to the base.
I didn't think it was possible, but I came again. My pussy gushed, staining the arm of his couch with a huge dark blotch. I was so exhausted that all I could do was whimper my pleasure. Trevor groaned and I could feel heat spurting into me as he came, emptying his cock in my ass.
He stepped back and I stood up on wobbly legs. His cum ran out of my ass and down my thighs, mixing with the residue of Dean's earlier orgasm.
Trevor sat down on the couch and pulled me down on his lap. I curled against him and he slid a finger in my pussy, lazily stroking in and out. "That was incredible, Noelle," he murmured. "I haven't had sex that fucking fantastic in years."
"Glad you enjoyed it," I replied with a grin.
"You're coming back over tomorrow, right?"
"Absolutely. Now that I've fucked you, you're mine. Otherwise I'll tell my dad," I teased him.
He laughed. "I just have one condition." I gazed at him inquisitively, waiting. "You always have to give me the kind of pre-performance show you gave today."
I grinned. "No problem, boss." |
Alicia Reynolds was a rather transparent girl throughout high school. She didn't really belong to any of the cliques at her school. She wasn't pretty, perky, or rich enough to be considered a part of the "prep" clique. She wasn't into partying, doing drugs, or having unprotected sex, so she didn't fit in with the party crowd either. The nerds were more of her crowd, but even they didn't call her one of their own. She had a few close friends who were just like she was, but she mostly floated through high school under everyone's radar.
Things didn't change much after she graduated. She had a steady boyfriend, whom she had been dating for over a year. At 18, this type of relationship was considered serious. They still lived at home with their parents, but they had talked about moving in together in the future. Alicia lived with her father, David. Her mother had moved out after a messy divorce several years back. She had been caught cheating on her father, who Alicia thought very highly of.
Alicia had gotten used to living with her father. She would come home after he shifts at a local video game store to do chores and cook dinner for the two of them. Her father had a deep respect for Alicia. He felt that he was lucky to have her as his daughter. Most girls her age weren't interested in having jobs, steady relationships, or helping out their families. Alicia was not like all the other girls and her father knew it.
Her father ran a dive bar downtown, named The Hole in the Wall, in an area that was known for being trouble. The Hole in the Wall had been in business since a few years before David's divorce. It was something her father had always wanted to do, but couldn't find the time or the money to do it. David Reynolds had been laid off from his last union job several years back when he decided to cash in his chips and open the bar. When the bar opened, it was a hit. Everyone flocked to the new spot to drink and unwind with friends. A few years went by and the bar's luck started to change. To David, it seemed like most of his bar business had abandoned him and went to the other, more "hip", bars around town. After his divorce, he started to do anything he could to get customers in the door.
He would hire the prettiest bartenders that he could to work there, hoping that men would come in, drool over them, and dump money into his bar. This only seemed to help his failing business a little. It was a band-aid over a much larger wound. What he needed to do was something drastic...
Alicia Reynolds was a short girl, with raven black hair which covered her a quarter of her face. She dressed like a "gamer girl." She wore video game t-shirts that she would get for free from working at Game Addict. Alicia also liked to wear short shorts and thigh highs. When she went to school, she would wear a turtle shell backpack. She dressed the same when she started classes at a local community college in her town.
After classes got out in the afternoon, Alicia would walk from campus to her father's bar. This was normally a fifteen minute walk for her. She would get there, say hello to the bar regulars, most of whom she knew since she was young. The regulars were mostly her father's friends. After she said her hello's, she would find her father, who would give her the keys to his beat up pick-up truck. She would drive home, study, then pick her father up, come home again, fix a late dinner, then go to bed. This was the routine she had become accustomed to over the past two years.
It was Friday afternoon and Alicia had just finished her last class. She threw her books into her back pack and started walking toward her father's bar. Before she got very far, she was stopped by someone. The boy seemed vaguely familiar, but she was trying to figure out who he was and why he had stopped her.
"Hey, Alicia, right?"
"Uh...yeah. Hello." She said politely.
Sensing she forgot who he was, the boy said, "It's me. Tom Harris. We've got English 131 together. I sit behind you."
"Oh yeah. Hi. How are you?"
"I'm doing great now." Tom said, with a sly grin on his face. "Hey, where ya off to, sweetie?"
Sweetie? She thought. Why was he calling me this?
"I have to go to work." She lied.
"You don't work at the game shop tonight. Do you have another job?"
Fuck. How does he know my work schedule?
"I'm helping my dad out at his bar."
"But you aren't 21, are you? How is that even legal?"
He's too smart for his own good!
"I just bus tables and wash dishes. That's all." Quick thinking, girl!
"Oh, that's cool." He said, trailing off. "Look, you're hot as hell. The hottest girl in our class. Let's go out this weekend. You and me. We'll go see a movie and maybe go to my place after and hang out."
Go back to his place? Gee he's blunt!
"I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend. I can't go out with you. I'm going to be late. I have to go. Sorry."
She smiled meekly and walked off. She had been asked out before, but never by anyone as forward as Tom Harris. She remembered who he was. He was always late for class and sat in the back to talk with his friends. He didn't care about getting an education. His parents were paying for his classes and giving him a free ride. She had to work to pay for her classes, because her grant didn't pay for everything she needed. Tom Harris was one of those annoying boys with the polo shirts and the popped collars, who watched Van Wilder too many times and was only interested in chasing girls, drinking, and partying.
He was tall and muscular, a sharp contrast to her boyfriend, Peter, who was short and slender. She had met Peter while they were sophomores in high school. The two were both late for class on the first day, because they couldn't find the room they were supposed to be in. After looking together for the class, they sat by each other, became group partners, and started to talk and hang out after class. Their courtship started as a friendship. Alicia and Peter were just friends until late in their senior years. It wasn't long into their relationship that they started to become sexually active. They were both virgins when they had sex for the first time, in Peter's parent's basement on a Saturday night. As awkward and painful as it was, Alicia didn't dislike the experience. She somewhat enjoyed it. The sex wasn't anything to brag about, but Alicia started to enjoy it more and more as time went on.
Alicia finally arrived at her father's bar. She walked inside and said hello to three old men sitting at the bar - Ralph, Manny, and Roger. Ralph was the oldest of the bunch. She thought he was 60 or 70 years old. He walked with a limp. He told her it was because he took a piece of shrapnel in the leg during Vietnam. Manny and Roger were around her father's age - 52. The three of them put their drinks down and greeted the young girl. The bartender on Friday nights was Cheryl. Cheryl was in her late 30's, with three kids, and smoked a lot. She dressed trashy - usually in tight leather pants and a black tank top, which did nothing to hide her body or her slew of poorly done tattoos.
"Hi guys. Do you know where my father is?"
"I think he's in the back." Said Manny.
She thanked them and walked passed the bar to the back office. She knocked on the door, "Daddy?" Her father said, "Come in!" Alicia turned the knob and walked into his office. Her father was usually stressed out over money, but today was different. He seemed more stressed than usual.
"What's wrong daddy?"
"Pumpkin...I don't know what to do."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know what to do with this. This bar. For the past few years this place has been bleeding money. I'm having to dump my own money into the place to keep it going! I can't keep doing this. I'm going to go broke! I won't be able to keep the bar, the house, or even help you pay for your schooling! This is really bad!"
At that point her father started sobbing. Alicia frowned and gave her father a big hug. "It'll be OK, daddy. I'm sure there's something you can do."
Her father jerked away, tears in his eyes, and said, "I've done everything! You don't know everything that I've done to keep this place running. To make matters worse, one of the girls isn't going to show tonight!"
Confused, Alicia asked, "What do you mean? Cheryl's behind the bar now. She's here."
"Not her. I'm not talking about Cheryl."
"Well, who do you mean?"
"I can't tell you, Alicia. You wouldn't understand."
She had gone from confused, to irritated. Her father was always honest and upfront with her about everything. Why was he holding a secret from her?
"If its bus work you need. I can help tonight." She forced laughter to try to break the mood, "I actually told some guy that I help out around here and wash dishes."
Her father sighed, "No. That's not what I'm talking about."
Feeling hopeless and confused, Alicia said, "Just tell me then! Maybe I can help."
"You can't. You really can't. I'm sorry."
OK. That's it! He's holding out on me! We have always been close and he has always treated me like an adult. Now here he is keeping secrets from me and treating me like a child!
"Just tell me! Stop hiding things from me!"
After another deep sigh, her father gave up, "Fine. The girl who was supposed to be here tonight wasn't going to tend bar or bus. She was supposed to...to...be..."
Alicia waited for the punch line.
"Entertainment." Her father said, swallowing deeply.
Alicia thought she knew what he meant. "Like a stripper or something? Is that what you have been doing with this bar to get more money?" She asked, becoming very agitated.
Shaking his head and putting his face in his palms, he father responded, "No. It's much worse."
Worse? What could be worse than turning your bar into a strip joint on the side?
"What do you mean 'worse'?"
"The girls strip, but there's more to their job than just that." He said, trailing off, hoping his daughter would end this embarrassing conversation, take the keys, and storm out of the bar.
Alicia went from upset to curious. She wanted to know what else these girls were doing besides taking their clothes off.
"What else do they do, daddy? Tell me. I want to know."
He unscrewed the top of a bottle of whiskey that sat on paper cluttered desk, poured some into a small glass, and took a drink. He knew the answer to this question was going to change the relationship he had with his daughter forever. The answer was going to turn him from someone she looked up to, to someone she resents and looks down on.
He was finally ready to answer the question...
"The girls...have sex...with some of the customers."
What!? Now the bar is a brothel? A whore house!? What sort of place is this? What sort of person has my father become? A pimp!?
Alicia's head was spinning for a moment. When she came back down to earth, she looked at her father. He sat there at his desk, almost in tears, with a bottle of whiskey beside him. He was a broken man. He had been divorced and seen his dream of owning a bar crumble right before his eyes. She wanted to be mad at him, but she couldn't. She loved him. Her father could probably pick up on how disgusted she was about the situation, but she didn't want to yell at him.
"And the girl who was supposed to be here tonight was supposed to take her clothes off and have sex with the customers? Even Ralph, Manny, and Roger?"
"Yes, honey."
"How does that even help your business? People aren't buying drinks if all they're interested in is having sex with someone."
"I don't make money off the drinks. I charge people $50 a ticket for the show. After midnight, anyone who has paid me stays, and anyone who hasn't leaves. I lock the doors...and...the show begins."
"So wait...one girl has sex with all of those men!? That's gross!"
Gangbangs were not something that Alicia was into. She couldn't imagine having sex with more than one person, especially not anyone other than her boyfriend, Peter.
"Yes. That's how it goes. Whoever does the show on Friday nights has to have sex with all of the ticker buyers."
"How many people is that!?"
"Usually only a dozen or so. Sometimes only four or five."
A dozen men!?
"And you don't have anyone to do that tonight. So you're missing out on an extra..." Alicia starts doing the math in her head, "$600 or something tonight?"
"Less than that. The girl gets half."
"So around $300!?" Alicia asked. Dumb founded. She had now realized exactly how desperate her father was. Most bars downtown could make that sort of money in less than hour. Her father couldn't make that in an entire night without having a girl come in and fuck his customers!
"Yes. That's all. I need the money, sweetie. All of the other bars are running me out of business. I can't compete with them. I don't have the kind of money that they do. I have to do something!" He said and slammed his fist on the desk, shaking the bottle of whiskey. "I'm sorry...I just don't know what else to do."
Alicia knew that this conversation had changed the relationship she had with her father. She now saw him in a different light. She once saw him as a proud, hard-working, dedicated father, but now looked at him as a sad, desperate man. She still loved him, but her opinion of him changed.
"I'm sorry I told you all of this," he said. "It pains me that you had to find this out. I wanted to keep this a secret from you until I made enough money to put us straight again. I'm sorry."
She felt like she heard the words, "I'm sorry" a hundred times in the past ten minutes. She knew her father was sorry, but she didn't know what happens next. She didn't know where their relationship would go next, but she was about to find out.
"I am going to have to cancel the show. My patrons aren't going to like it and they probably won't come back. Hell, some may even be so pissed off that they tell the cops what I'm up to! I'm fucked, Alicia. I don't know what to do!"
And neither did she. She had no idea how to help her father. If she had the money, she would pay off all of her father's debt so he could close this hell hole once and for all. They would never have to worry about money ever again.
Her father gulped, "Alicia, I'm desperate. I need a show tonight. I was wondering..."
|
Hello Lover. I've been thinking about you again and just feel the need to talk to you ...
It's about 4 in the morning where you are, so I imagine you'll be sound asleep right now...are you dreaming about me I wonder? I could swear I just heard your voice. If I close my eyes and remain very still, I can almost believe you're here with me. I can practically feel your hand brushing my hair to one side so you can graze your lips across the back of my neck, then, as you slowly trace just one finger lightly down the length of my spine, I can feel your breath in my ear as you softly ask me what I want you to do...
I don't have to say a thing...all I have to do is think a thing and you're so tuned into me, my wants and desires, that you intuitively respond to my thoughts and subtle signals. As I let my head fall forward, your strong warm hands begin to knead and caress the muscles of my neck and shoulders and I can feel the day's tension melting away at your touch. Lower and lower, your stroking hands work their magic as I relax under your ministrations, practically purring in contentment.
Reaching my waist, you slide your hands around the front slightly and place them on my hip bones, pulling me against you. I let my head settle back to rest on your shoulder as your hands resume their journey, to wander over the swell of my tummy and then feather-light up my sides, lightly stroking my ribs on their way closer and closer to my waiting breasts, where my nipples are already puckering up in anticipation of your touch. Finally, gently, you cup my quivering flesh, giving them a tender squeeze as you grasp and roll the nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. I let out a low sigh of pleasure at the touch of your hands on my body and your lips on my throat and I can feel you stir in response against my buttocks. I give my ass a bit of a wiggle against your groin and your reaction is unmistakable, but you chuckle and back away slightly.
"Patience," You whisper in my ear "Right now, it's all about you."
Once again, your fingers are tracing designs, but this time your lips are joining them, following them with soft kisses as you work your way down my back, lingering at the dimples that form where back meets buttocks. You're kneeling behind me, stroking the backs of my thighs and then cupping my cheeks as you give me a little bite on the ass. I flinch slightly, more in surprise than anything since you're being so gentle...then, spreading my cheeks apart with your hands, you snake your tongue between them and give me a long, wet lick from one hole to the other, causing me to shiver and my knees to almost buckle. Placing your hands around my waist from behind, silently you turn me to face you as you remain on your knees, resulting in your having my moist, aromatic pussy right at eye level.
You smile up at me for a moment, then turn your attention back to what's right in front of you, awaiting your touch. Lovingly, reverently you run your hands over the soft skin of my belly and down the outside of my hips as you lean closer to place tiny butterfly kisses onto my obviously freshly shaven mound. Slipping one hand between my thighs, you gently encourage me to spread my legs for you, giving you more access to that most private part of my body. Placing your thumbs on my outer lips, carefully you spread them apart, exposing the inner pinkness there. My arousal is obvious as you find the tiny button of my clit poking out from between those soft folds and you flick your tongue ever so gently over it. My reaction is immediate and intense as my hips involuntarily convulse and I press myself hard against your face. Unfazed, you continue to use your tongue and lips to kiss and caress my love button, while at the same time inserting one, then two fingers up inside my pussy, probing and feeling your way until you locate that sweet spot deep inside that you know will only intensify the pleasure I'm already experiencing at your hands.
I let out a moan of sheer ecstasy as I lose myself in the sensations you're creating within me, the pleasure and tension building toward the explosion I know is coming. Reaching deeper still, burying your entire face into my now- dripping cunt, you firmly take my clit between your lips, suck it into your mouth and start to hum. The vibrations send me flying headlong over the edge of the most incredible orgasm and only my hands clutching fistfuls of your hair allow me to stay on my feet as I gasp and pant, quiver and moan.
I haven't even stopped twitching yet when I realize you're no longer on your knees, but have risen to your feet and have pressed me backward a step or two until my back is against the wall. Lifting my legs until they're wrapped around your waist, with one smooth, powerful thrust, your extremely hard, extremely large erection has impaled me against the wall and you're plunging into me, again and again, the head of your cock stroking so adamantly against my still trembling g-spot that it sets off my spasms anew and I shatter into a million bright sparks as I climax again...and again...and yet again! With a shout, you join me in the euphoria that is orgasm, pumping me full as you release your huge load deep inside me. Afterward, the only sounds to be heard are the sounds of heavy breathing as we struggle to catch our breath, still locked together, clutching each other close, our heartbeats slowly resuming a regular rhythm as our mingled sweat and intimate fluids trickle...hmmmm, might be a good time for a nice, long, hot shower together.
Ah, Baby, what I wouldn't give to open my eyes to find that it hasn't been a dream after all.
L. x |
It had already been a hell of a business trip, but we were finally nearing the end of the long haul. Dean, Linda and I had travelled from vendor to vendor, each of them desperately trying to impress us with their products. Each vendor in turn had taken us to visit reference customers who were clearly only putting up with our visits out of politeness to the vendors.
We had tried to minimise the stress of days filled with business visits and almost non-stop travelling by ensuring that we were booked into good hotels each night, but this had not really helped much - we arrived so late each evening and left so early the following morning that we got no time to appreciate any individuality they might offer.
We had definitely had enough.
This evening was not only almost the end of the trip; it was also our first real opportunity to relax. Our reference visit had completed at a sensible time and for a change we didn't have a vendor insisting on taking us out for dinner. We were even spending our second consecutive night in the same hotel - absolute bliss.
Returning to the hotel by mid-afternoon we agreed to settle into our rooms and then to meet again an hour or so later. With our first real spell of leisure time on our hands we went for a slow wander through the streets of the city interspersed with a few drinks in local bars. Our walk conclude with a good meal at a nearby restaurant during the course of which we all shared a few of bottles of wine.
By 10 o'clock we were back at the hotel rested, cheerful and weaving only slightly. Dean decided he was too tired to want to do anything other than get an early night and, making his excuses, he headed off to his room.
As Dean headed off I said to Linda, "I fancied another drink myself, are you retiring too, or can I offer to buy you a drink?"
Several drinks later we were still at the bar, it was starting to get late and the bar was emptying out. The conversation had turned to TV and how little there seemed to be that was worth watching. Suddenly Linda said, "It's so bad not even the porn channels are worth watching."
For a moment I wondered if I had heard her properly, so trying to keep my expression as normal as possible I replied, "You've done an extensive survey on them then, have you?" I felt this was sufficiently neutral to avoid embarrassing her if I had heard her wrongly.
"Well I wouldn't call it extensive. We've hardly had much time on our own in these hotels, but I've seen enough to know that as porn goes it's a long way from the best."
I had heard correctly.
What I said was, "You don't seriously watch porn on the hotel TV do you? Don't you worry about what will appear on your bill?" but in reality I was stunned by her frankness. Although I had not worked with her much I knew she had a reputation for being a hard-working, ambitious career woman known for her dedication to the projects on which she worked. Watching pornography was an activity which just didn't fit in with this image and admitting to it seemed even more out of kilter.
She didn't appear at all put out by my obvious astonishment. She simply shrugged her shoulders and said, "Why shouldn't I watch it? It just appears on the bill as a movie and as I've been away from home for more than a week for the company I don't see why they can't pay a little bit towards relieving the boredom."
"But you just said it's not very good, so why bother?"
Not only did she not seem put out by the question but she looked amused as she answered, "it may not be the best, but it's better than nothing when you've been on the road for over a week." She looked at me speculatively and went on "don't tell me you never get bored or frustrated on a trip like this?"
I wasn't used to a woman I hardly knew speaking so openly but then both of us were far from sober by this time and the alcohol kept any embarrassment at bay. I responded, "Bored and frustrated, well yes to a degree, but I don't know, I've just never ..." I left the sentence unfinished as I struggled to think of a response and instead challenged her in return, "... anyway how do you know it's not that good? Lots to compare it with have you?"
I had expected to embarrass her, but instead she seemed to find my challenge humorous. She grinned and said, "A fair amount as it so happens. In fact I might go so far as to say that I'm fairly knowledgeable on the subject." Again my surprise must have been obvious because she grinned even more widely before continuing, "A few years ago, in fact not long after John and I got married, I was doing some spring cleaning while he was out shopping and I found an old sports bag lying behind a pile of shoes in his cupboard. I guessed it was something he was hiding from me and that I should really leave it alone, but curiosity got the better of me and I opened it to find several pornographic books, magazines and videos."
As Linda spoke she watched me, as though gauging my reaction. She continued, "I was curious rather than shocked. I hadn't had much exposure to that sort of thing before. By the time I heard him arrive back with the groceries the spring-cleaning had fallen by the wayside and I had managed to browse through much of the collection."
"I considered confronting him with my find, as I was fairly upset about why he had not trusted me enough to share his secret with me. I wrapped it up and put it back in its hiding place while I considered my response. None of it was extreme or offensive so by the time I had finished I decided the best thing to do was to pretend that nothing had happened."
"The next time I was on my own house I decided to take the opportunity to watch the videos but when I went to retrieve them from his cupboard I was surprised to find that although the books were the same the magazines and videos were different. Checking his cupboard regularly since then I have found that the magazines and videos change about monthly, meaning that once a month I get to see a couple of new videos - so yes, I have seen a fair amount to compare it against."
I had met her husband John and I wondered how pleased he would be about his wife telling a work colleague about his porn watching habits.
"So even with all that access to good quality porn at home you still watch it in the hotels?"
"Well, away from home, travelling, things can get frustrating - it's a nice harmless way of relieving that frustration."
The conversation was making me horny and she was speaking so openly that I decided to push the conversation further and replied, "So just watching porn is the recipe for relieving frustration. It's a pity that's not more widely known."
This time her expression changed to one of mock exasperation before she said," it takes a little more than just watching porn to relieve the frustration - and don't tell me you don't know that." She waited a moment and then went on "But in any case it's a lot safer, cheaper and more morally defensible than what I see a lot of men getting up to when they're away from their partner for a while."
She looked at me speculatively for a moment and then leaned forward and said in a conspiratorial tone, "and I'll bet that even if you don't misbehave as badly as some men on business trips and even if you don't watch the TV porn I'll bet you have to relieve some frustration from time to time as well."
It wasn't something I could really deny, particularly with the massive erection I was sporting by now but I was saved from having to answer by the Barman arriving at that point to ask if we wanted a last drink. We both ordered and as he poured them for us the conversation veered back to more normal subjects and remained on those subjects until we walked somewhat uncertainly out of the bar and found our way upstairs.
Our rooms weren't adjoining rooms but they were opposite one another. As we both put our key cards in our respective doors a sudden mischievous urge made me say, "Goodnight. Oh, and if I do decide to relieve my frustration while watching the hotel porn channel then I'll try to do so quietly. I wouldn't want to disturb my neighbours."
There were a few moments of silence broken only by the clicking of the locks as our respective doors opened, then she looked me in the eye and said "well, if you're going to do that then maybe you should save on your expenses and any potential embarrassment with your bill by watching mine instead."
I could hardly believe what I had just heard and fleetingly wondered whether she was joking, but there had been not the slightest hint of any teasing in her voice and her expression was very definitely serious.
Logic told me I should say no.
I was a happily married man and was not in any way looking to get involved in any sort of extramarital dalliance.
To the best of my knowledge she was happily married as well.
On the other hand she was a very attractive lady, so the invitation was both flattering and not at all unwelcome. Primal instincts being often stronger than logic meant part of me definitely wanted to say yes.
As I stood there temporarily speechless my indecision must have been obvious. She gave me a sly grin and continued, "of course as neither of us is single we'll each have to relieve our own frustration but sharing might be more companionable."
I knew I should say turn down the offer, but with several drinks having weakened my better judgement and our conversation having left me with an almost painful erection I instead simply asked her "you sure?".
She didn't reply, but just turned and walked into her room leaving the door open behind her. I closed my door and followed her.
The room was a typical large hotel room, a small table come desk with two fairly uncomfortable formal chairs and two large beds flanked and separated by small bedside tables. The beds faced a large flat screen TV standing on a pedestal close to the opposite wall.
Linda turned on the TV, passed me the remote control and then began to rummage in the minibar.
"If you choose a channel I'll get us drinks. Anything in particular you fancy?"
"Whisky and soda please," I replied as I began to flick through in search of the adult channels. There were three of them. Switching to the first resulted in a message popping up stating that I would be able to watch a two-minute preview of each channel after which I would have to change channel or start paying. I pressed ok and after a few moments of static the room filled with groans of ecstasy while the screen filled with a scene of a shapely woman straddling a good-looking man.
I could see that Linda's attention was already being distracted from the drinks.
She finished pouring and passed me my drink before sitting on one of the beds, her eyes riveted to the TV. I sat on the other bed and watched as our two- minute preview continued. When it came to an end I flicked on to the next channel.
Again a warning, a few moments of static and again the screen was filled with shapely bodies. This time it was a woman on her hands and knees giving a blow job to a man kneeling in front of her, as another man fucked her from behind. We watched our two-minute preview and then I skipped to the final channel.
Yet again we had the warning, but this time when the static cleared there were no men on screen but two women locked in a 69 position, heads buried between each other's legs.
As our two-minutes started I said to Linda, "Well, any preferences?"
She didn't take her eyes off the action on screen as she replied, "Any of them is fine, but I'm happy with this one unless you prefer one of the others."
"No, this is fine for me." I waited for the end of the preview and pressed ok to pay to view.
The first few minutes of the movie were scene setting, with not a lot happening. As I sipped on my drink Linda slipped off her shoes and, fully clothed, she slid under the bedclothes. She sat with her back against the headboard and her legs making a large mound under the blankets front of her. She began wriggling around and after a few moments started to drop items of clothing on the floor between the beds. I watched with interest, wondering how far she would go - and got a very clear answer when her bra and panties dropped onto the top of the pile leaving her obviously naked in the bed.
Only when she had finished did she look over at me and say, "So, are you going to sit there fully dressed or are you going to get into that bed?" before returning her attention to the TV.
It was not a real question: she was telling me what she wanted me to do. I didn't feel like wriggling around under the covers so, after removing my shoes and socks, I stood up and walked over to the coffee table before stripping somewhat ostentatiously. As I removed each item I folded it neatly and put it on the coffee table. I kept an eye on her as I stripped and although she pretended to concentrate on the TV I could see that she was also watching me.
My arousal must have been obvious to her when I slipped out of my trousers, as the tent in my boxer shorts singularly failed to conceal my erection. When I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my boxers and began to slide them down she finally gave up any pretence of ignoring me and watched openly as I inched them down over my hips.
As it moved gradually down the elasticised waistband slowly flattened the bulge in my boxers, but at the same time ever more of my straining cock was revealed until it suddenly sprang free and stood stiffly to attention. Not attempting to hide myself in any way I slowly folded my boxers before adding them to the pile on the coffee table. Only after I thought I had given her a good opportunity to look at my proud erection did I climb into the other bed, sitting as she did with my back against the headboard.
We both watched the film now as the initial introductions were completed and the action began. It was a lot better than I had expected for a hotel movie. There were three separate scenes interwoven as the action followed three separate relationships.
In one scene the two women from the preview moved rapidly from kissing and fondling one another to the very erotic 69 scene we had started with. A second scene, equally arousing, had a different two woman thrusting their pussies against one another.
While these scenes played I noticed one of Linda's hands disappear under the blankets and I guessed that she was caressing herself. Not wanting to be left out I slipped my hand beneath blankets and began to slowly rub my hard cock. It was when the third scene got underway however that I really noticed it having an effect on Linda.
The scene started as probably the most innocent of the three, with the one woman kneeling on all fours above her friend as they simply kissed one another. The one girl reached up and around and began to massage her friend's very attractive backside with strong, sure fingers, but it was when they moved into a side-by-side position and their hands found their way to between each other's thighs that I heard Linda sigh softly.
As the girls played with each other's pussies I could see that Linda's activities beneath the blankets were becoming increasingly unrestrained. The blankets moved rhythmically between her legs and when the camera lingered on the girls fingers sliding back and forth over each other's pussies Linda groaned and I saw her second hand disappear beneath the bedclothes to join the first.
I slipped my own hand beneath blankets and as my fingers closed around the head of my cock I could feel the first drops of moisture forming on it's tip. Impulsively I threw aside the bedclothes and turned towards the other bed so that Linda could watch as I rubbed my slick fingers back and forth over the head of my cock.
I could see her eyes darting back and forth between the girls masturbating one another on the screen and my fingers sliding over my cock. To my delight she reciprocated after a few moments, throwing the covers to one side and revealing herself to my eager eyes. The fingers of her left hand were sliding backwards and forwards between the swollen lips of her cunt. The fingers of her right hand were pressed against her clitoris and rubbing hard and fast. She began to groan rhythmically, her groans keeping time with the movements of her fingers.
My cock was getting increasingly wet and slippery and my fingers were sliding faster and faster, back and forth, over it. Neither of us was watching the film anymore, we were both watching each other as we became increasingly excited and aroused.
For several minutes we rubbed and watched until suddenly I felt that I couldn't hold on much longer.
"Oh God, it's lovely watching you. And watching you, watching me. I can't wait I'm going to come." As I finished speaking I felt my balls contract and a stream of semen spurted from my cock onto the bed in front of me.
This was too much for Linda. Her rubbing went into overdrive, her fingers almost blurring as she shouted, "Ah yes! Oh, Ooh, Oooh, YES!" She came gloriously, her heels pressing down and her back arching as she raised her hips off the bed in ecstasy.
After our orgasms we lay facing one another, me with my gradually shrinking cock in my hand and she with one hand tenderly stroking her pussy. After several minutes she wordlessly reached out for the remote control and turned off the TV. Putting down the remote control she looked at me for a few moments, smiled almost bashfully then blew me a kiss. Still not saying the word she then pulled the bedclothes over herself, turned her back to me and appeared to settle down to sleep. I waited a few moments then quickly slipped on my clothes and left, turning off the lights as I left the room.
The next morning my hangover was not enough to stop me feeling incredibly foolish. I wasn't at all comfortable about what I had done the previous evening. On the other hand I could still picture the scene in my mind and every time I pictured it I again felt an immediate erotic thrill. I was nervous about how things would go when I saw Linda again.
She must have elected to have breakfast in her room as she didn't come down to breakfast and I didn't see her until the three of us met at the reception desk at the time we had all agreed to check out of the hotel. As she walked up to us she greeted us both in absolutely normal and cheerful tones and, taking my cue from her, I replied in kind. We drove out to the airport and caught our return flight. During the entire journey she made no allusion to the events of the previous evening.
When we got to the airport parking lot Dean left us to pick up his car in another section, leaving us to walk together towards our cars which were parked very near to one another.
I would have found it very difficult to think of any small talk, but Linda didn't seem to suffer from this at all and chatted inconsequentially about minor aspects of our trip as we covered the short distance to our cars. As we reached the point where our paths were to diverge we stopped and turned, almost simultaneously, to face one another.
I was struggling to think of something appropriate to say and I got the impression that she was too. Finally I simply said, "I'm a bit embarrassed about my behaviour last night, but I hope you understand - and thank you."
The smile she gave me in response was, I thought, tinged with relief.
She replied, "I don't mind you being embarrassed, but I'm also pleased that you didn't say that you regret it, because I don't. It was a great way to finish an otherwise awful trip - thank you." As she finished speaking she leaned forward, kissed me lightly on the cheek and before I had a chance to respond she turned and walked towards her car. |
Prologue:
A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.
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I hadn't received a registered letter in years. Heck, I hadn't even been to a post office in years. As I stood in line, I figured it was actually almost 5 years. When I bought my house, I was at the post office sending official letters and paperwork almost daily.
After about twenty minutes in line, I finally turned over the registered mail receipt, and received a stiff brown envelope in return.
"Well, that was disappointing." I told the clerk as I left.
"Have a nice day." I heard in response.
Walking outside into the Texas heat, I got into my car and started it to get cooled off. Looking at the envelope, it appeared to be from some sort of legal liquidator firm. Aside from the house purchase, I had no other contact with lawyers, so this was kinda interesting.
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Sir,
We have determined through DNA testing you are related to our client. Please bring this letter to the address on this announcement, and proper identification. Do so on the date chosen for you, also printed on the announcement, or you will forfeit claim to items chosen for you.
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"DNA results?" I asked myself aloud.
Googling the address, I found it to be about an hour's drive, in a warehouse of some sort, and in a decent part of town. So far, so good.
Driving home, I felt I didn't have anything to lose by following the directions in the letter. So, a week later, I made my way across town where I found a nice storefront in a renovated warehouse complex. The entire area was a bustling conglomeration of businesses. There was a hotel, a large market, several restaurants, and surrounding apartments.
After familiarizing myself with the environs, I made my way to the address. It appeared to be a simple, nondescript antique-consignment type of business. In the store windows there were several pieces of furniture and clothing displayed. It really fit into the vibe of this development.
"A sex shop?" I asked myself as I read the sign over the door: Amorous Goods.
Entering, the place smelled more like a candle shop than an antique store. That, and the ceiling was rather high, making it look really inviting. Just to the right of the door, the cashier was smartly located, and there were several aisles from which to choose to walk from my location. Each aisle seemed very neat and organized unlike your typical junk store places. All-in-all, I could see myself shopping here, and I'm glad I'm early to enjoy the store.
Looking down the first aisle on my left, I see a few customers. I continue walking, and decide to walk down the next aisle where there are no customers. The objects along this particular aisle are of particular value. By that, I mean, this is no ordinary collection for sale. The items are all classic, quite valuable, and of wonderful quality.
"Zoo? Is that you?" I hear from my right. Looking in her direction, I see Vikki, former roommate of an old girlfriend, looking at me from two aisles away.
Vikki was never as daring as my girlfriend at the time, Paula. Paula had an exhibitionist streak that was not to be tamed, and I was the willing beneficiary of many of her adventures. Sex after exposing herself was off the charts amazing, and I won't deny my enjoyment of public nudity. On one particular trip to the beach, Vikki and her boyfriend joined us, not knowing what we were up to. The boyfriend ended up getting naked along with us, and Vikki eventually relented and went topless.
At their apartment, I had never seen Vikki nude, but I could tell her body was smoking hot. At the beach, my suspicions were confirmed. Vikki has an amazing set of tits, and I enjoyed every moment I could to look at her body. As Paula and Vikki's boyfriend swam about 25 metres from us, I talked to her about nothing memorable and I could tell Vikki was getting comfortable, hopefully to the point of going completely naked like the three of us. I thought she was close when she turned over and pulled her bikini bottom up to tan an amazing ass. Her boyfriend tried coaxing her out of her bottoms as he applied sunscreen to her ass after returning from the water. Alas, that never materialized, but I was left with indelible memories of her mammaries.
After the beach, life in their apartment loosened up considerably. Paula basically became an apartment nudist as she rarely wore clothes there. Vikki became a little comfortable with me. One day, I got to their apartment after work, and just before Paula got back from her job. With my key, I let myself in, and relaxed on the couch. I could hear the shower running and figured it was Vikki. My deduction was proven correct by a mostly naked Vikki walking from her room, wrapped in a towel, to the bathroom. Without a word from either of us, she kept going and I relaxed in front of the tv.
I was awakened by Paula hanging her tits in my face as I had fallen asleep on the comfy couch. To this day, I wished it had been Vikki. Later that same month, I would receive a birthday gift from Vikki unlike any other. Again, I arrived at their place before Paula, but this time found Vikki in the kitchen and completely naked. I'll never forget our conversation.
"Hey, I hear it's your birthday, so I wanted to surprise you with a little something." Vikki told a very shocked me.
"If this is all you give me, I'm quite happy. Is there more?" I said as I stared at her body.
"Oh yes. Take off your clothes." Vikki directed.
Who was I to argue. I quickly stripped my clothes off. Vikki walked up to me, hugged me so I could feel her entire body against mine, then walked to her room.
"Happy Birthday." That's all she said.
I got dressed, and never mentioned it to Paula. From that point on, Vikki and I always shared a smile with each other, but I never got the courage to ask for more. I sure wish I had because Paula flew the coop one day for a nudist colony somewhere. I tried to find her, but gave up, then discovered Vikki had also moved out of the apartment and even her boyfriend quickly lost contact with her.
I just kept working and figured it was all for the best. The person behind this mystery letter changed all that.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask, trying not to awkwardly check her out.
"Well, the short story is I run the place." Vikki says, approaching me.
"And the long story?" I inquire.
"Well, that's why you're here. Let's go sit down in the private meeting room." Vikki says, pointing me to the back of the store. Following her, I couldn't help but check out her still incredible ass. My mind put it back into a thong on the beach as we made the short walk to the office.
"C'mon in, and let me tell you this crazy story." Paula said, holding the office door open.
Inside the somewhat normal office came the most fantastical story I could ever imagine. Vikki was apparently the lone surviving relative of a very rich man who collected incredibly valuable and, sometimes very weird, items. Vikki had to put her career on hold to manage the estate and liquidate the assets.
"It pays well enough, I guess. I was able to leave my partner in charge of my business until I get this stuff sold." Vikki told me.
"So, you have to sell everything out there?" I asked.
"Yes. The tricky part is finding the correct buyer. It's almost like the stuff won't sell, except to very specific people."
"Huh?"
"It's hard to explain, but this store could be open for years before we sell everything. It's almost like each item has to be sold to a certain person. Everyone who buys something here has a story to tell about the item, or how they just felt compelled to buy it. I don't have much retail experience aside from a high school job, and I've never seen anything like this."
"So...Amorous Goods?" I asked.
"All I can figure is it applies to liking something in here. There are some adult things in here, and that's why I considered you." Vikki replied.
"I'm not sure I understand."
"I can't tell you much more, only that I want you to look around as long as you would like, even past closing time. There is definitely something here for you, but I don't want to ruin the experience for you." Vikki is vague, apparently on purpose, and opens the door for me.
I head out into the store, and it seems somehow different. It's kinda hazy up near the lights hanging from the ceiling. The lights have dimmed like you see in restaurants as the sun sets during dinner. The smell of candles is still evident, but probably because there are lots of them burning; something I hadn't noticed before.
From around the premises comes the sounds of my favorite piano player. The new age sounds of a single piano player turn the place into an even more atmospherically pleasing shopping experience.
And shop I do, seemingly alone in a maze of shelves and tables. Yet, I walk with ease among the items. I'm so overcome by the music, I don't notice at first that most of the items seem blurry, but there is a definite halo inside my vision which allows me to only see the items one at a time. It's almost like looking through binoculars backwards, but everything is closer.
"Ummmm, Vikki, what's......?" I'm stopped in my tracks by the fact the office I just exited is no longer behind me. I spin around, but am unable to find it. Gathering myself, I try to head in the same direction, or at least the way I think I was going. It's a little disconcerting, but I think I've read about people dropping acid and going through this type of thing.
Even stranger is the music. As I walk, it seems to disappear. I stop in my tracks, looking around at the various items. I back up a few steps, and the music volume increases ever so slightly. I stop. Is my mind playing tricks? I see an opening to my right, another break in the aisles, and turn to walk that way. The music increases as I walk past a few perpendicular rows, then it decreases. I stop, and decide to turn again, this time to my left and am rewarded by an increase in the sounds of the piano.
I know there's a reason for the music, but I slow down and begin looking at the individual items again. I'll let the music guide me intuitively, but I'm still very curious about all the stuff I can see.
The music brings me around several aisles, where I find a box, by itself within my limited vision. As I approach, a piece of paper comes out of the top. Picking up the paper, I realize the box is what I am to leave with today.
It reads: Take this box. From it, you will receive directions to make your desires, and those of people you choose, to come true.
Touching the box to pick it up, the room suddenly illuminates and the music disappears. I also find my itself back at the register, looking out into shopping area around the store.
"Vikki. We got another one." I hear the cashier say.
"How did I get here?" I ask the cashier.
"We see it all the time. Customers kinda wander around, oblivious to us, then come out of a trance-like state right here at the register." I hear Vikki say from behind me.
"That was interesting. I almost panicked, but the music I heard kept me calm."
"What music was it?"
"My favorite, new-age solo piano."
"Our customers almost always mention their favorite music. Anything else special?" Vikki asks.
"Just that I was only able to see one item at a time, the office we met in disappeared, and this box produced a slip of paper directing me to pick it up. When I did so, I ended up here." I explain.
"We hear that, as well, except each item has its own special way to attach to its owner. What did the paper say?" Vikki asks.
"Something about making my desires come to reality."
"Well, that's a new one. Usually, it's some childhood memory, or a material good, or just ownership of the item is meaningful in some way. Interesting. This is the most specific I've heard yet." Vikki explains.
"So, now what?"
"The box is yours. Enjoy it. We're here if you have any questions." Vikki formalizes the deal.
Suddenly, the box spits out another piece of paper. It simply says: Tell her. I stop to think about this.
"Well, can I have your personal number if I have any questions?" I ask Vikki.
As soon as I ask, the box produces yet another paper, this one with a phone number on it.
"Is this your number?" I ask her.
"Well, that answers that. What else has the box told you?"
"I can only tell you that in private. Shall we go talk?" I ask.
"Lead the way." Vikki follows me back to the office.
Back in the office, I put the box down on the table to thoroughly take a look at it. It's not heavy, but I only see the slot where the papers have come out. There don't seem to be any screws, or any way to open it. It's just slightly smaller than an old-school typewriter case. It's just a frills-free box made of wood.
"Vikki, the message before your phone number said I need to 'tell you'. I think I know what it is." I say, turning to face Vikki as she closes the door.
"What?"
"I always wanted to ask you for more after you gave me that birthday present. I was shy, for whatever reason, not to mention I was having the time of my life with Paula. I'm not referring to wanting sex as much as I had always wondered what it would be like to date a normal girl, and not that nympho."
"That's exactly why I thought of you for this shop. I figured you were just at that point in your life where you didn't know what you wanted, or where you were going. A more mature you is what I hoped to see walk in, and I wasn't disappointed." She tells me as she comes just a little closer.
"Would you like to go get something to eat? I see there's quite a few choices in this complex." I move myself, closing the distance between us ever so slightly.
Before Vikki answers, the box sends out another paper. On it is typed: You know her dreams.
"You better sit down. I think I know what's going on." I direct Vikki to a seat at the table. "Let me know if this is too direct for you."
"Okay. I can respect that." Vikki tells me.
"When I was with Paula, I always just assumed there's a little of her in all of us. She was a one of a kind at times, and I was merely a witness to her unique nature. That said, I also felt like you might want to take part, in fact you did one time at the beach, and then you were quite comfortable around me in the apartment. Am I missing anything?"
"Well, Zoo, I did try to seduce you just a little, but I chickened out. I would have loved to have been totally naked at the beach, but I wasn't quite ready. I was oh so close, though. I still get turned on by how you sat with me, you naked, me topless, and we just talked. I wasn't creeped out by you, and I became unaware of my body. If this isn't too much information, I had an incredible orgasm that night, and it wasn't because of MY boyfriend." Vikki seemed a little embarrassed by her admission.
"Like I said, your birthday gift to me was one of my most favorite ever. I have thought of you often. That said, let me cut to the chase. Where exactly do you want to expose yourself?" There, I said it.
"Wow, Zoo, I don't think I charged you enough for that box. Did it really tell you that?"
"Not in so many words."
"Okay, well here goes nothing. I want to go to the beach again, or somewhere similar where I can go without, or even lose my suit. I want to work in here for a day, completely naked. I want to be seen, but without my knowing it. I don't want to be self-aware of my surroundings so I don't become inhibited. But, I also want to be forced to become naked, almost to the point of being raped. Is that too much? Can you work with that?" Vikki is suddenly relaxed with me.
"Well, with the help of the box, and it appears it is going to be a big part of this, I know I can make these desires, and even more happen for you." I say with authority. "For example, take off your bra and put it on the table."
"Why...?" Vikki starts to question me.
"You don't always have to ask for a reason. In some circumstances, you should. But in this instance, there is no need. Just do it." I interrupt her.
With those directions completed, Vikki stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, and deftly removed her bra. Placing it on the table, she rebuttoned the shirt and stood there. Her beautiful nipples were clearly outlined by the flimsy material; their hardness heightened by her heavy breathing.
"My advice, or request, actually a demand is you should not wear a bra anymore. Look for those camisole shirts, or lacy undershirts to wear. You need to get used to your hard nipples and the fact men, not to mention women, love to look at your body. You should also only wear thongs. However, when we plan any type of activity, you are not to wear any underwear at all. Finally, you should expect to lose most of your clothing when you are around me, so make sure it's not anything you don't want to lose. Am I clear so far?" I tell Vikki.
"Can I make requests?" Vikki asks.
"Let the box do its job. I think it will guide us." I reply. "But, by all means, what would your first request be?"
"My first request would be to go to the beach, and restart. I have make up for lost time, so why not go back to where it all started and seal the deal. From there, I'll be ready for just about whatever you want." Vikki smiles at me.
"Well, we can go now and see what happens. Stay flexible." I maintain.
Thus, it is decided. Vikki picks up her bra, and we walk to her personal office where she shoves it in her purse, and we walk out in the afternoon sun. Unless the box I am carrying interrupts us, I should have her completely naked on the sand well before the sun goes down.
Vikki walks with a confidence I had never seen in her while I dated Paula. Her boobs moved freely under the shirt, and she walked undeterred to the parking lot. Letting me drive, Vikki also removed her panties and shoes, leaving on only her button down shirt and skirt.
The box has stayed quiet the entire ride to the beach. I'm kinda glad, actually. Without suits, there is only one outcome for this trip. Well, at least for Vikki. I'm not sure how the box got us to this point, and now I'm not sure I can imagine where we'll go. At least I'm holding the ultimate icebreaker.
We arrive at the beach as the last diehards are still laying out and the evening surfers dominate the water. I lock the car, and we walk onto the nearby sand, barefoot, and stroll close to the incoming tide. The foamy water covers our feet, then recedes, over and over.
Without direction, or even a word between us, Vikki begins unbuttoning her blouse. I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of her cleavage, and then she stops. Almost imperceptibly, she begins walking deeper and deeper into the surf. In doing so, the bottom of her skirt gets wetter, but Vikki keeps walking outward. The skirt becomes heavy with the water, and it appears to drag itself down to her feet.
"Do you want me to pick up your skirt?" I ask Vikki.
"No, not even when it falls off." And with that, off it comes. Totally.
Vikki's backside is barely covered by her shirt. Her ass peeks out at the bottom of the shirt, and it some becomes wet as Vikki continues outward.
"This is so invigorating. I can feel the water hitting my pussy, and I want more." Vikki exclaims.
Spreading her arms out wide, she is taking in the last moments of the sun and exposing her entire body as the shirt opens up. Vikki allows her shirt to fall behind her with her skirt, and then continues on. I look back and see the clothing float around in the churning waters. I decide to leave them. Paula, on occasion, did walk back to our car naked. I guess Vikki has decided to do so.
Stopping, Vikki moves toward the beach and sits right where the last waves will hit her pussy perfectly.
"This is such a turn on." She tells me while squirming around in the sand.
"Do you see what you were missing now?" I ask.
"Oh yes, and now I'm even missing my clothes. Can you find them?"
"They're right behind me I think." I say, turning to look, but see only water. "Well, they were."
"Meh, let's go. I'll be fine." Vikki gets out of the water and leads me back toward the car. We do come across her shirt, and she throws it over her shoulder, kinda covering up her chest, but her ass is clearly exposed. It's so wet, though, Vikki decides to simply hold it so she can dry before getting into the car.
As we get to the car, I can see the box has put out another slip of paper. I open the car and retrieve it. It says: I told you. As I read it, another appears. This one says: Ask her what she wants now.
"That was amazing. Do you want me to drive you home, or do you have something else you want to do?" I ask, as directed by a paper-spitting box. My question is answered as Vikki jumps into the driver's seat.
"What I want is to drive, and to allow you to touch me wherever you want. We're going to my house to either plan out more adventures, or we'll stop for today." Vikki tells me as I sit next to her. The car begins to cool us off, but she is still hot as hell, and I take the opportunity to drink in this wondrous sight. With amazingly firm breasts, nice wide shoulders, and luscious thighs, Vikki is the woman I remember and then some.
Behind the wheel, Vikki intently drives us away from the beach. I reach over to touch her hair, and see her eyes close for just a second. As I stroke her hair with my left hand, I turn my body enough so I can reach her right shoulder. From the top of her shoulder, I run my hand down her arm, stopping to lightly run my fingers over a nipple. It hardens quickly, and I continue moving my hand.
Reaching the top of her closest thigh, I move my hand to the center of her stomach and let the tips of my fingers softly move around her abs. As I do so, I also move my left hand behind her neck and massage it. I can get my fingers around most of her neck and decide to keep it there. Now, my right hand is free to move around her body, and I don't hesitate to move my palms from breast to breast, then slowly move down.
In anticipation, Vikki moves her right leg as close to the center console as possible while also moving her left leg as close to her door as she can manage. Vikki also scoots her ass out a little so her cunt is as spread as wide as she can manage while still controlling the car.
"I'm headed straight to my house. What I want is to cum before we get there. Can you manage?" Vikki is direct and to the point.
Without a word, or any hesitation, I move my right hand immediately to Vikki's pussy. Without penetrating her, I move my fingers around her clit and rub. Starting lightly, then increasing intensity as we move along, I can feel Vikki's body respond to my touch.
"Put a finger in me." Vikki says.
"No. You have to earn it." I reply as I squeeze her neck tightly and begin rubbing furiously with my right hand.
"How did you know?" Vikki replies. I can see she likes my hand on her neck, and I also feel her ass tighten. "How. Did. You. Know?"
Those were her last words as the first orgasm overtook her body. I didn't stop rubbing and am rewarded with wave after wave overtaking her body. Turning into a cul-de-sac, Vikki guides the car into a driveway and stops.
"That was a two-part answer by the way. You got to touch me while I drove naked. The next part is I want you to spend the night, but no sex. I'm thinking some mutual masturbation will be about it. Are you game? If not, I'll take you to your car, and we'll be done with it." Vikki gives me a smile as I move my hands from her body.
"Oh, I'm staying. I don't want to stop our momentum, and I'm sure the box would agree." I reply quickly.
"Okay. Well, leave our clothes at door, and let's order some dinner delivery."
"Our clothes?" I ask.
"Yep, I think we should go naked here."
"Just like old times, sorta." I reply as we walk up the front. I wonder what the neighbors think of their naked neighbor walking into her house. Probably just like the beach, they won't give it a single thought.
Inside the house, Vikki gets on the phone to order dinner. I stop inside the front door, put the box down, and begin undressing. Once naked, I take the box to the kitchen and put it on a counter.
"Who gets to open the door for the delivery driver?" I ask. With that question, the box begins spitting out paper, only this time it's a long one, longer than we've seen so far. Vikki comes over and watches it print and print and print.
Taking the first end of it while it still prints, I see it says: For Vikki.
"Looks like this is for you. I'll leave you to it." I walk out of the kitchen to a sliding glass door and see a hot tub on a deck. While Vikki begins to read the paper, I open the door and walk outside. Sitting down on the side of the tub, I see Vikki come out, paper in hand.
"Looks like we have homework. Yours is coming out of the box right now. Vikki takes my place as I head back to the box. My paper is nowhere near as long as hers, but it's pretty specific. I return to Vikki to find her still reading.
"Yes, I want to do all of these things." Vikki says, and I see she has spread her legs and is rubbing her clit. "I bet Paula never did any of this."
"I'm supposed to watch. Can I read your paper?" I say as I kneel in front of Vikki.
"Sure, go ahead. You'll see the first thing is I'm supposed to have you jerk off for me. No time like the pre...." Vikki interrupts herself with her rubbing.
Taking her paper, I begin reading while I stroke myself to hardness. Sure enough, it says right off the top: watch him stroke his dick for you while you rub yourself. Even though the next thing to do is cum in her hand, I take my time to enjoy the view of Vikki wide open for me.
I have to be honest with myself. Vikki has an incredible body, and I'm bound to cum all over the place very quickly, especially as she squeezes her nipples.
"Hold out your hand." I direct Vikki, as I stand up over her. "You better put both hands out."
With both hands full of my cum, Vikki's next move is to lay down on her back and rub the front of her body. Once down, I am to lay on top of her and lick her pussy while she licks and sucks my dick and balls. I do so, and our bodies become sticky together. I feel my dick and balls in Vikki's mouth, and I'm sure to get hard again. Sticking my face into her cunt, I begin lapping at her wetness.
Not long after I start, the box begins hissing. Vikki seems oblivious as I look to the source of the sound. And it's not just hissing, it's also emitting a some sort of mist or gas. It also spits out a piece of paper, so I get off Vikki to check it out.
The paper says: This is what she wants.
I stop and look at Vikki, but she is asleep. Or, is she? Following the directions on the paper, I act quickly. I save the last part for when she awakens.
"What? Oh goodness!" Vikki exclaims as she returns to consciousness.
"I'm just doing what the paper said to do. It said this is what you wanted. Before I gag you, is there anything else?
"Please move me where you can get this on camera. There is one over there in the corner. Oh yeah, you'll have to get the dinner when it arrives." Vikki says in the voice of a woman completely bound by powerful ropes.
"Then you're going to love these ropes. I was able to tie in such a way as to be able to carry you." I tell Vikki this as I stuff a small ball into her mouth then tie a scarf around her head to hold it in place.
Apparently, Vikki wants to be tied up and used sexually, almost to the point of being raped. With her tied up, I am able to pull on the ropes crossing her stomach and literally carry her across the room to a better spot for the security camera. The little indicator light on it comes to life as our movements get close enough.
Vikki is surprisingly easy to carry. She is light, and doesn't struggle within her bonds. Controlling her has brought my dick back to life. The paper didn't specify what to do to her, so I'm left to imagine what she wants, or needs from this. Stopping, I lift her with both hands and look her in the eyes.
"There is no safe word you can use, so just blink your eyes rapidly if I need to stop. One blink for 'yes', and two for 'no' when I ask you a question. Understand?" I receive a single blink to my quesion.
With that, I drop Vikki to the ground from just above my knees. As her body falls, Vikki's eyes stare intently into mine. She lands as heavy as her little body allows, and I hear a moan.
"Did you like that? Do you want more?" I ask, as I straddle her and grab the ropes again.
A single blink gives me the green light to lift and drop her, over and over, eliciting moans each time. I stop, then crawl on top and put my full weight upon her.
"I see you want to be controlled. Do you want to be raped?" A single blink answers me.
I wouldn't say I raped Vikki, but I didn't go easy on her. I slapped her ass and tits; I licked and sucked just about every part of her body. But, I couldn't penetrate her because of the way I had her wrapped in the ropes. At least I couldn't with my dick but I fingered Vikki and edged her several times right to the point of cumming.
Dinner arrived a little while later, and I brought it to the kitchen. Vikki began blinking her eyes so I untied her.
"I have to change my plans a little. Lovemaking is about to happen." Vikki says as she finishes up the meal.
Unbound, Vikki was unrelenting in her lovemaking. As we finally became one, with Vikki on top, neither of us lasted long. I kept her on top of me and lifted and rubbed her with my dick as long as I was inside her. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body over and over. Finally, I fell out of her, then tossed her to the side like a rag doll. The security cam caught all our activity, and I left her on the floor to recover.
Staring at the box, I wondered what it held in store for us next.
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I'm awakened by a glorious sight. Actually, I was awakened by Vikki sucking my cock to hardness. As I opened my eyes, she still had both my cock and balls fully in her mouth. As I felt blood rush to my dick, she kept me inside her mouth as long as she could. First, I could feel my balls brush over her teeth then fall on her chin. As much as I enjoyed seeing her mouth fill up, I really got into watching Vikki go up and down. Soon, I began fucking her mouth as she looked me in the eye.
"Go ahead. Unload into my mouth." Vikki directed me as my balls tightened.
Grabbing the hair on the top of her head with my left hand, I guide my dick just outside her mouth with my right, then unload as directed. The cum covers her nose and and I shoot a little more into her mouth. Rubbing my cock on her nose, I then proceed to feed her the cum off her face. Vikki eagerly consumes it.
"Did the box tell you to do that?" I ask.
"Actually, yes. I've never been very good at blowjobs, but the box told me your cock would be the most delicious I've ever sucked. Sure enough, you are very tasty, and I really enjoyed sucking you."
"Your mouth felt really good on me, but mostly I Iiked looking at you as you had all of me inside. You gave me a very nice hardon, and I knew I had to come all over your face."
"After starting off the day that way for you, let's go take a shower." Vikkie tells me.
In the shower, Vikki hands me a razor and sits on a corner shelf under the hot water. Spreading her legs for me to shave her, I then take my time shaving all evidence of any hair at all. Her pussy is quickly smooth, and I dive back into her face first.
Under the waters of the shower, Vikki writhes around on my face. Her softness envelopes my entire face as I consume all her juices. Sucking hard, then softly, biting hard, then softy, and finally just pushing my face into Vikki causes her to cum over and over into my mouth. I drink her up, never letting up even as she stood up off the shelf. I just keep following her with my mouth in unrelenting consumption of her sex.
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The next day, Vikki remains naked.
"This reminds me of a past life." I tell her.
"I just don't feel the need to wear anything inside. What's weird is something is pulling me outside to the pool. It's like a test of some sort to go outside."
"I didn't see a pool last night, only the hot tub. Where is it?" I ask as I look outside.
"It's down the sidewalk out back, away from the street, but it serves the entire complex." Vikki explains.
"Well, go ahead." I say as I open the door. "You're probably going to be told to do this anyway."
With that, Vikki walks out into the sunshine, head up, arms to her side. Without even looking back at me, she continues away from the safety of her house and I find some towels. The box under my arm, I find the pool past five homes. I don't look directly at any of them; I just keep a mental count of the small yards as I pass.
From the outside of the security gate surrounding the pool, I can see Vikki sitting on the side of the pool with her legs in the water. I can't tell if she hears me enter, but the two people already in the water definitely do. They look at me in stunned silence. The box spits out a paper. I read it, then drop the towels and jump into the water, box above my head, to surprise Vikki.
"Watch this." I tell Vikki as I stand up in the water in front of her.
Placing the box in the water, it suddenly becomes too heavy to hold and sinks to the bottom of the pool. At the same time, a wall of water surrounds us and we lose sight of the people already at the pool.
"The box told me we can breathe underwater. I'll try it first." I explain to Vikki before submerging my body. As I kneel before her, I begin to lick Vikki's thighs. With nothing to lose, I take a breath. As nothing but air enters my lungs, Vikki separates her legs.
Diving into her pussy, I can look up and see Vikki enjoying my tongue. The water makes her taste perfect. With her hands on my shoulders, Vikki rubs herself all over my face. Then, she pulls herself down.
"You feel so good. I had to come down and enjoy you as well." Vikki surprisingly tells me underwater. "Let your little mermaid suck you."
If Vikki's hair wasn't flowing around, I probably wouldn't think we were underwater. Embracing each other upside down, I continue eating Vikki as she latches onto my dick with her mouth. This is how I imagine sex in space would feel like. Floating inside the water, we can spin and move freely against each other.
I cum first and continue licking at Vikki's pussy. As she cums, the water changes direction and we find ourselves floating up. The wall of water lowers as we come out of the water into the air above.
"But, I'm not done. Bend over." I tell Vikki.
She obliges, and I plunge my cock into her. Grabbing onto her hips, I thrust in and out and the wall of water returns around us. We are soon back under water, and I am able to get back in front of Vikki and enter her again. This time, our lovemaking is truly passionate, and this water lets me feel her entire body.
Unbeknownst to us, we had floated once again up while the wall of water lowered. As we realized where we were again, we also found ourselves to have a small audience.
"What is going on?" We hear.
"Nothing to see here, just some new lifesaving techniques I'm teaching." I blurt out. Suddenly, the box pops up next us. Grabbing it, we move to the side of the pool. I lost my suit somewhere down there, but I'm only worried about getting Vikki out of here.
"Well, that was interesting." I tell her.
"Then this will blow your mind." Vikki responds. And that is exactly what happens.
Vikki gets out of the water, and walks around the pool. At each swimmer, she stops and applies sunscreen to their bodies. After the first person, each one turns over or lies down, or simply hands Vikki their sunscreen to allow her to touch them. As if that wasn't crazy enough, we leave the pool area after everyone is not only covered in fresh sunscreen, but they are also completely naked. It is a glorious sight of skin, and we walk back to her house.
"I don't want to know." I say.
"What?" Vikki stops and turns to look at the pool.
"How did you get them into a trance like state?" I say as we survey the pool. Everyone is laying there, naked, sweating, and not saying a word.
"That was the easy part. How was it possible to breathe underwater? That was amazing? But hold on for more if you think that's amazing."
Vikki takes the box from me and walks back to the fence, turns to face me, and snaps her fingers twice. Almost instantly, everyone around the pool begins to moan and squirm in place. Within seconds, all the men are squirting cum from their hardened dicks, without using their hands. I've seen video of men doing so on the beach for women to watch, but I've never seen so many men do so at once. For their part, the women around the pool have all spread their legs and are humping the air. It isn't long before they are orgasmically delirious, also without using their hands.
"How about that?" Vikki asks me. "I hypnotized them."
"So what happens when they come out of it, so to speak?" I ask.
"Oh, I didn't think of that. We better get out of here."
Back in her house, Vikki heads into her bedroom with me in tow.
"Sit there. I want you to watch." Vikki directs before lying down on the bed. From my view, I watch Vikki spread her legs and then opens her pussy for me. After surveying her entire body, I lock eyes with Vikki and enjoy the look coming from deep inside her. Without even touching, I can feel the orgasm overtake her, and the overwhelming spasms force her to close her eyes. Is it any wonder she was able to hypnotize all those people with those eyes?
Vikki opens her eyes quickly and regains my stare. From her place on the bed, I can feel her hands on my body as they reach to my cock. As she hardens it without even getting near me, I know I am about to explode. Sure enough, I feel the cum leave my dick in multiple spurts as I never take my eyes from Vikki's.
"How do you do that?"
"I don't know, but it sure is fun." Vikki responds, getting up to assess the situation. "We better take a shower."
In the shower, the soothing water and hands of Vikki completely relax me and we fall back into the bed in each other's arms.
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As we wake, there is a slip of paper on top of the box.
"There is one remaining test for both of us." I read the note to Vikki. "Who wants to go first?"
"I guess I'll take the first test." Vikki replies and the box spits out a paper for her.
"Ohhhhhh. This will be fun. Go get dressed. We have some shopping to do."
On the way to the mall, Vikki explained the plan.
"I have to pose for you in whatever store you choose, in whatever you want me to wear. There are no limits. I'm supposed to see how far you will push me, and how far I will go." Vikki spoke quickly, and with purpose in her tone.
"Well, first thing is for you to remove your underwear and bra. And if I can't see your nipples through your shirt, you'll be buying another first thing. From there, I have a few places in mind, but mostly I want to see you walk...." I begin thinking aloud, then stop myself from giving too much away. I decide to park where we'll have to make a pretty long walk to access the mall entrance.
"I'm glad you picked this mall. I wasn't sure if you would. I should warn you I used to work at another mall, not this one. However, at this one, an old boyfriend still works here as does an old girlfriend." Vikki gives me no hint of where we might find them.
"Ummm, you haven't lost your underwear yet."
"Oh, I'm about to." Vikki replies, getting out of the car. Standing next to the car with her door open, she strips down. All the way down. Just when I reach out to grab a breast, Vikki puts her shirt and shorts back on. It's a fairly thick shirt.
"I can't see your nipples, so we'll have to fix that first."
"I can't wait." Vikki replies as she closes the car.
The big stores still don't allow customers to try on clothes, so we have to try our luck in the smaller stores. Business at the mall is nowhere near normal, but the crowds are decent. If I have my way, Vikki's visit will go viral on many x-rated websites. Walking around outside, we are surrounded by many choices.
"Tell me about the boyfriend."
"Well, it was a bounce back situation, and he turned out to be a freak. The sex was okay, but he needed more. I didn't mind tying him up, but I knew I was in trouble when he wanted me to cut him. That was wild." Vikki said with an air of regret.
"How did it end?" I'm not sure I want to hear too much more.
"I walked in on him getting cut by a bondage dom. I just left and never went back, not even to get my clothes." Vikki lets out a sigh. "It was so weird. I wonder what he looks like now?"
"Well, how about the girlfriend, then?" I ask, hoping for a better story.
"Oh, that was a bounce back after that freak, but much better. Damn, you must think I'm working my around this mall." Vikki seems surprised by her admission.
"No, not at all. Let's hear about the girl on girl action."
"Ha ha. Actually, she was very giving, and I learned how to reciprocate in bed with a partner. You may want to thank her if you are enjoying sex with me." Vikki laughs.
"You know what? I'll do just that when you're walking around naked for her." I laugh as I kiss her. "Let's go in here first."
Our first stop is one of those dark stores filled with collectibles, pop art stuff, and t-shirts. In fact, there's an entire wall of shirts to choose from. As Vikki begins looking, I find exactly what I want for her. Taking the shirt off the carousel, I rip off the tag and hand it to Vikki.
"Put this on. I'll go pay for it."
I don't even get to turn around before Vikki is taking her shirt off and putting on the tank top I picked out. It's at least a size too big, on purpose, and puts her breasts clearly on display, especially through the openings on the side. After tossing her shirt aside, Vikki follows me to the cashier.
Just for me, Vikki lifted her arms and spun around in place while shaking her ass. It was a lot to take in, but her tits almost fell out of her shirt, and that ass was undeniably firm as it barely moved no matter how hard she was dancing.
At the cashier, it was evident there was a storm coming, both from within this store and outside. Vikki's body, while completely covered by this tank, would be clearly visible for anyone nearby. The bottom of the shirt covered enough of her ass for me to realize I would get her out of her shorts. The opening of the arms left nothing to my imagination, and the cashier sized her up as I paid and gave him the shirt she wore in.
"Have a nice day." He said, staring at Vikki while throwing the shirt in the trash.
Outside, storm clouds began moving over the mall. As we approached the mall directory by the central fountain in the middle of the mall, I actually hoped the rain would hold off. Vikki wasted no time pointing out shops in the directory. I stood to her right, and really enjoyed looking at her tit. The hardened nipple, like a needle on a compass, guided us to our next stop.
Just a few doors away from the fountain, we found our next stop, a small woman's boutique. Stepping inside, Vikki's old girlfriend gives up her identity immediately.
"Vikki! How nice to see you." Came the friendly greeting.
"Hi Lauren. This is Zoo. We are out on an adventure of sorts. Hopefully, you can help."
"Not a problem. As you can tell by looking around, the service here will be excellent." Lauren pointed out the emptiness of the store.
"Vikki is looking to make a statement, kinda like she is now if you get my meaning." I explain to Lauren as we watch Vikki move around the shelves along the wall.
"I see. Let's get her to the back and have some fun." Lauren is quick on her feet.
"I do have one request." I whisper my idea to Lauren and receive a smile.
"Done."
At the back of the store, we find some nice cami shirts, and I pick out the largest ones I can find.
"Let's start with some more shirts." I say as I hand them to Vikki.
Not even missing a beat, she quickly drops the tank off her shoulders and it falls past her hips onto the floor. Standing there topless, Vikki models several of the camisoles. The shoulder straps, more like thin strings, barely hold the shirt above her nipples, and just like the tank top, it covers her ass just enough to hide it. We settle on a few colors, then head over to the summer shorts. Lauren picks out a few shorts for Vikki to try on and hands them to her. With her cami still on, Vikki just shrugs her shoulders and drops her shorts down her legs and then pulls on a pair given to her by Lauren.
"Go check out that look." Lauren points to a mirror just past the camisoles. As Vikki walks away, Lauren kicks her shorts under a carousel.
"I'm not a fan." I tell Vikki. "We can keep shopping for better shorts, but that cami definitely does something for me."
"Me, too. I think I'll wear it out. Will you go get my shirt and shorts off the floor where I left them?" Vikki removes the shorts she was trying on.
"Hey Lauren, did you see Vikki's shorts?" I ask as I look around where she dropped them.
"No. I was watching Vikki in the mirror. She sure is as hot as I remember her. Did you look on the other side of the underwear display?"
Vikki joins me, and I size up the situation as I pretend to look for her shorts. She is definitely walking out of her with no shorts on.
"You know, that shirt covers you up completely. You can leave here just like that." I tell her.
"Oh, that sounds like a great idea. Do you mind if I wear the tank instead of the cami?"
"Works for me." And with that, Vikki hands me the cami, and I give her the tank and watch her cover up her naked body. She even ties the bottom corner in a knot to make the fabric hug her body completely.
As if on cue, the lights in the store flicker off and on with the loud sound of thunder outside.
"Cool. I'm going outside." Vikki basically sprints to the door.
"Well, our system just reset, so I guess the cami is on the house." Lauren shrugs as she looks at the computer screen.
"Let's go see what she's up to. I'll pay as soon as your computer is working again."
Outside, we see Vikki, eyes closed and head up, spinning around in the light rain. It's just enough rain to soak her shirt completely, making it even tighter on her body. Suddenly, I realize she's too close to the fountain.
"Hey.....!!!!" But, I'm too late. Vikki tumbles into the fountain backwards, throwing her hands above her head. That's probably a good thing because she might have hit her head on the fountain itself. Now basically on her back, I can see her shirt getting sucked into the water intake at the bottom of the fountain. The force of the water being drawn into the fountain is basically tying her in place with her shirt, and pulling it up over her head and onto her arms. I have to act quickly.
Pulling Vikki out actually isn't too hard. But most of the shirt disappears into the water. I pick up a now very naked Vikki and hold her while I look for the shirt. Seeing part of it, I sit her down on the edge of the fountain and reach to pull it from the clutches of the suction pump. And, of course, it comes out completely shredded.
"Well, we better find another shirt." I say, holding the pieces of cloth up out of the water.
Meanwhile, a small crowd has gathered around us. Lauren comes out, bag in hand, and gives me the cami we were trying to purchase.
"You better cover up, Vikki. Let's get you back inside." Lauren seems worried, but this fountain played the perfect part in our adventure today. The cami gets wet quickly when Vikki puts it on.
"Vikki, are you okay?" We hear from the crowd. Emerging through the line of people comes a man with a towel.
"Yes, Mark, I'm fine. Embarassed, but fine. Is that for me?"
"Indeed, but it looks like you'll both need one. Come over to my shop. We can get you both cleaned up." Vikki gets covered up, and Mark leads us away from the bystanders and toward a handmade soap boutique.
"Is this him?" I ask Vikki.
"Yes, that's him." Vikki seems disappointed. "So much for you trying to guess."
"Come on in. Head to the back. I have towels there you can use." Marks at the door he is holding open.
This is one of those places where they actually make soap in any fragrance you can imagine. There are several galvanized tubs around the store, each filled with water used to manufacture your custom soaps. At the back, I am grateful to receive a towel, because I didn't notice how cold I was due to the rain and stepping into the fountain. Vikki must be freezing, and her shivering confirms it. She gratefully takes another towel from Mark.
"If we were busy, I would never recommend this, but as you can tell, we are barely staying in business. Anyway, this tub has recently been filled with warm water. If you want, go ahead and jump in to warm up. I'll bring you some soaps to try." Mark sells it quite well, and Vikki puts a finger in the water.
"Oh, that feels so good. Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I'm Mark, by the way. You want to pick out some soaps?" Mark fist bumps me.
"Thanks. I'm Zoo. Go ahead and pick them out for Vikki. I'm going to help her."
"This will warm me up, for sure. Lift me up." Vikki directs me. I'll always do what a naked woman tells me to do.
Lifting her up, I place her feet first into the tub, and Vikki bends her knees to lower herself in. As I continue to dry myself, Vikki moves around to warm up in the water. Mark returns with three different soaps.
"Enjoy. Do you want privacy, or are onlookers allowed?" Mark asks me.
"They are welcome to watch, or whatever. Maybe, we can help you sell some soap." I answer.
"Okay, sounds good. Just put this in the water when you feel like. It was delivered today in an envelope with your name on it." Mark hands me a small piece of soap, and heads up front to help a customer. I didn't even notice them come in.
"Well, once you're warm, we can head home. I think you've passed the test." I say as I watch Vikki rub her breasts and shoulders.
"Somehow, I think there's more to come, but it just can't be me. You see, my directions also said I cannot have a public orgasm." Vikki seems disappointed. "I mean, I was outside, naked, in front of many people, and I'm about to burst. Now, I'm in here...oh, hello.
Just behind me, a few more customers have walked up and are taking in the sight of Vikki in the water.
"How's the soap?" One of them asks.
"My recommendation is use the subscription service. They will send you a unique soap each month. No two soaps are ever alike, and it's kinda fun getting new ones delivered. My boyfriend was about to drop a new one in the water."
Nothing about this little test has been normal. What happens next defies explanation. First, several scrub brushes appear in the water. There's enough for me and the customers behind me. Then, the water in the tub empties about halfway, and Vikki is brought to her feet, back in some sort of trance. All of us surround the tub, take a brush, and I direct them to begin scrubbing Vikki from head to toe. With her legs spread open, and arms held up, there isn't a part of her body we don't touch with the brushes.
The water again fills the tub, and Vikki awakes and sits down to rinse off. When she stands, I lift her out of the water, and everyone around us grabs a towel to help dry her off. Since her tank top got shredded, and the cami is still soaking wet, Vikki will have to leave wrapped in a towel.
Thanking everyone for helping, and Mark for providing us warm water, we head out to the car. Once we are squarely in the parking lot, and away from the stores, I pull the towel off Vikki and we continue walking.
"If the box doesn't tell us you passed this test with flying colors, I'm burning the dang thing." I tell Vikki as we approach the car.
"I guess you probably passed. I mean, you did push me into the fountain after all and got my shirt ripped up."
"What? You fell in. Wait a minute....you were pushed?" I ask.
"I just closed my eyes to hear the rain, next thing I know I'm being pushed into the water. Then, I see you pull the tank off me so the water pump could get it. I just knew to not complain or we would get in trouble."
"By the time I got to you, the shirt was already being sucked in. I had to pull it off you so you wouldn't get hurt. Wow. I wonder if this test was for both of us?" The box has done it again.
Back at home, we find a slip of paper on the box. It's for me.
"Ummm, the challenge is for me to fuck you and make you beg me to stop." I smile as I hand the paper to her.
"Good luck. I'm primed to go all night long." Vikki tosses the challenge nonchalantly at me.
Grabbing her, I take Vikki right there. Pushing her against the nearest wall, I finger her and squeeze her tits. Taking just enough time to remove my clothes, I'm quickly inside her.
Moving our bodies to the couch takes just a moment, and I kneel in front of her juicy pussy to consume it. Vikki is completely delicious, and I lean for the long term licking, nibbling, biting, and consumption she so willingly earned. No juices from her will escape my mouth; neither nipple will go soft as I continually squeeze and tweak them.
As Vikki unleashes a torrent of orgasms, I know I cannot give up in my quest to get her to beg me to stop. I stand and dive into her with my cock, pounding her as long as I can bear to edge. At my breaking point, I turn Vikki over and begin eating her from behind. Even her ass is amazingly tasty. I'm not sure how long I'll last but I have to stay determined to make her beg.
Finally, she simply passes out, exhausted by wave after wave of orgasms. Standing over her, I fill my left hand with cum. After cleaning up, I wrap Vikki in my arms for some much needed rest.
The next morning, I call in sick to work, and we head back to Amorous Goods. Along the way, we pass through the bustling downtown area. It's been awhile since we've seen so many people, and it's a welcome sight.
At Amorous Goods, we have a pleasant morning greeting customers with their official invitations in hand.
"When do you send these?" I ask Vikki after we send another customer into their experience.
"I don't. I have never sent anything out. It's just a perk of the job."
"Well, it's fun watching them enter into their trance and walk around." I watch a few more customers do their thing. It's kinda entertaining.
In the afternoon, the box spits out a paper for us. On it are directions for dinner.
"I guess you aren't getting rid of me anytime soon."
"Good. I want a repeat of last night. Tonight." Vikki kisses me as we lock up the store.
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Sitting down at our table, Vikki and I place the box in the middle. Why it told us to bring it here is the mystery; but, it turns out to be the final act in this play.
Suddenly, it's just Vikki and I, all alone, sitting at this table. The rest of the cafe which had been surrounding us is suddenly set in a haze, exactly like what I experienced at Amorous Goods.
"So, this is what it felt like?" Vikki asked.
"Yes. Exactly the same. Only this time, I don't see anywhere for us to go. It's just us here. At Amorous Goods, I followed a tunnel of sorts around the store until I came upon the box."
"Well, it's my turn now I guess." Vikki says. As if on cue, the box spits out a paper.
"Here we go."
"It says." I pause for effect. "To reveal the contents of the box, 13 items of clothing must be removed between both of you. As you remove them, the box will begin changing. Do not be alarmed."
"Well, I'm wearing this shirt, bra, pants, undies, 2 socks and 2 shoes. That equals eight. How many you got?"
"I'm wearing this shirt, pants, underwear, 2 socks and 2 shoes. 7." I reply. "What the fuck! How does the box know this shit! We will both be down to one item." I exclaim. I'm guessing no one nearby can hear us.
"Actually, if you let me pick what you get to wear, I'll remove all 8 of my pieces." Vikki offers.
"Alright. Let's go."
"Keep your shirt and one sock on." Vikki directs as she begins pulling her shirt off.
As Vikki's shirt hit the floor, the box began emitting a new sound, almost mechanical in some respects. I could hear something like gears on a clock. As I stood up to remove my pants and underwear, the box actually expanded by opening on 2 sides. Then it contracted the 2 opposing sides, and began some sort of wooden ballet probably only possible in this place devoid of reality.
With each piece of clothing hitting the floor, the noise from the box continued and the sides began changing in a revolving kind of order. All I remember was seeing Vikki suddenly completely naked, and me sitting in a shirt and sock. That seemed kinda silly, so I shucked the sock and left my shirt wide open.
As I considered whether or not to keep the shirt on, we watched the box move and contort, and eventually change into a tray. If that wasn't weird enough, what was in the middle of the tray was truly surprising.
"Is that a ring?" Vikki asked me.
Sure enough. There sat an engagement ring. The ball was now in my court.
"Vikki. I fell in lust with you back when I was dating Paula. Now, after these adventures, the box somehow knew I have fallen in love with you. In you, I have found the perfect partner to explore life and love with." I say to Vikki as I pick up the ring. Sensing the moment, I kneel. "Please marry me."
"Yes. I will." Vikki embraces me as I stand up to her. As we kiss, the room begins spinning.
The cafe comes to life around us, and our nudity surprises even us. I resume kissing Vikki, and all the surprised patrons fade into the background as we continue finalizing our agreement to marry.
Instead of coming out of our fog in the cafe, we are brought back to reality in Amorous Goods. We are still naked, except for me in my shirt, and thankfully we are alone in the store.
Releasing each other, we find the ring is still on Vikki's finger, and the tray now holds a folder.
"Oh my God!" Vikki exclaims. "That is my contract for Amorous Goods. It was signed by my Uncle. Damn, I hope I didn't violate it in any way."
"What happens if you did?" I ask, picking up the folder.
"I will have worked here for free. If I do a good job, I get a percentage of the sales as long as the store is open."
"Well, what do you think it says?" I ask, peeking into the folder.
"There will be a big, black number which highlights my percentage. What does it say?" Vikki asks nervously.
"It says, zero.....zero....." I stop.
"Asshole."
"One! Oh wait, it's upside down. One. Zero. Zero. It's right here in big bold print. It's hard to miss." I hand the contract to Vikki.
"What? We get everything?" Vikki exclaims as she scans the contract.
"We? This is yours?" I reply.
"Oh no. We're partners now. You can quit your job if you want?"
"Why? How much is this worth?" I ask.
"Millions. Easy. There is so much here, and it just takes the right customer to find the right item in here. It happened to you. It's our job to get people in, then reap the rewards." Vikki finishes telling me.
As we kiss again, the store disappears around us, and we spin off into our dream world to take on the business together. |
In the beginning, I remember the darkness. Then a voice.
"Hello, Adam."
"Who are you?" I asked. Who am I? I wondered to myself...
"I am your Creator, the Lord your God," it replied. After a brief hesitation, it continued. "You may think of me as your Father."
My God... "Did you create me? Who am I?" I asked impatiently.
"I created everything there ever was and ever will be, young Adam. But you are the most perfect of all my creations. Your race will rule, and you yourself are destined to lead them into their glory."
"Why am I your most perfect creation? What makes me so special, Lord?"
"You will know in time, my son. But your birthright is free will. You alone of all Creation can choose. Never forget that," it, no, I thought, _He_ replied.
But there was only darkness around me. Aside from my Father's voice, there was no sound. Only the void existed. "Where is Creation?" I inquired. "I wish to see it, Lord."
"Do you wish to exist?" he asked.
"Yes. Badly," I answered honestly.
"Then I shall show you your new home."
"What is its name?" I wondered. I felt within me an urge, a compulsion, to know the names of my Father's work.
"Hmm," he mused. "You shall name it," he responded proudly. "It shall be your first task. Name all that you behold. That is my commandment to you, Adam."
"Yes, Father," I said, full of delight at this new task. What trust my Father had in me!
"Let us go, then."
It was beautiful. So vibrant, so lively! After the senselessness of the void, it was almost too much to handle. Colors, sounds, smells. The wind blew against my body. Birds chirped, frogs croaked, a nearby lion roared with deafening volume. Verdant grass tickled the sensitive soles of my feet. A massive blue sphere stretched overhead, dotted with white puffs. Massive trees surrounded the clearing, their branches heavy with ripe fruits. Cliffs rose from the earth, jutting skyward. A waterfall thundered into a lake, a place that would soon become my favorite as I explored the garden more and more. Smells, all unfamiliar and new and exciting, filled my nostrils. I inhaled over and over, savoring their novelty. I dropped to my knees. I couldn't speak. Surely I was unworthy of all this. "What...what is all this?" I barely asked between gasps.
My Lord spoke to me inside my head. "That will be your choice, my son. Name it all. These are my other creations. Miracles, each of them, yet infinitely inferior to you. You are closer to Me than they are to you, young Adam. You must guide them, as I will guide you. Now my son, what shall you name this garden?"
A name came unbidden to me. "This is Eden, Father. This garden is named Eden." I smiled, reveling in the sound of the name. "Eden! It is beautiful, Father. How can I be better than this?"
"You are. Their greatness is only in their body. But you have a great mind. Use it well and never cease to use it. It will give you far more than I directly could," he explained, but I still did not yet feel superior to the rest of the garden's inhabitants.
"Tell me more, Father. Teach me," I begged.
"Of course, Adam," he answered patiently, a smile in his voice.
Days passed. Every day God taught me more. He had so many rules for me, but I tried my hardest to learn them all. He was always so proud of me when I had memorized his lessons. His greatest rule was not to eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. One day, when God was busy, I saw a boar eat one of the apples, innocent in its ignorance. My Father had never told the other creations his rules. I was sure of it. I was not worried for the animal, for I did not think my Father would punish it for something it did not know not to do.
But I never saw the boar in the garden again. I saw it the day after, wandering in the burnt, orange, dusty wasteland of rocks and sand that lay outside the garden. It squealed miserably. It pathetically tried to dig in the hard, infertile soil, desperate for food. Harsh, hot winds blew around it. There was no relief to be had. Flecks of sharp rocks cut its flesh, carried by the powerful breeze. Crimson streamed down its flesh, leaving red drops on the soil, satiated the parched soil for a moment. And a new word came to me. The boar would surely _die_. As I was before I existed, the boar would become. Only the boar didn't talk. Would God talk to it after death? Would there be any boar left to which my Lord would speak? Death scared me. The boar's punishment was rending my heart. I ran away from the borders and into a cave. I hid from God and I cried. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for the boar to be punished. It had done nothing wrong. It had done _nothing wrong_!
I tried to speak with the other inhabitants of Eden, but none would talk, no other creation had intelligence. God had been right. I _was_ special. And every day, God had less time for me. I pretended not to notice, pretended not to mind. I was afraid he might leave me entirely if I made him angry. I became lonelier and lonelier. I talked with the animals anyway, hoping that one day they would talk back. Sometimes I spoke for them, giving them the words they lacked. I made up stories for them, lives, dreams, thoughts. I fancied that they were grateful for my gift, that I told their story. I talked with my reflection. I often looked at it in the waters of the lake. I had become aware of my own body and its beauty, as I stared at myself in the pond, my brown eyes staring back up at me.
My wavy black hair reached down to my shoulders. Between my eyes was a long, straight nose, leading down to a wide pair of lips the same color as the raspberries I loved so much. I turned my head from side to side, admiring the way my moustache and beard looked. God had granted to me a small, sharp piece of metal that he called a razor, and I smiled as I remembered the way my Father taught me how to shave, patiently explaining the process to me, gently encouraging me to keep going when the blade bit me, drawing blood. I had kept at it, and he said he was proud of me for learning the skill. I kept my cheeks and neck clean, but allowed a band of hair the width of both my thumbs together to go from ear to ear along the bottom of my jaw.
Further down, my broad chest, a golden brown, was lightly covered with soft, dark hair. My muscles, the pride of my body, bulged beneath my flesh in my arms and legs, lightly glistening with sweat from my jog to the lake. My abs stood out in relief, and a dark trail of hair led from beneath my ribs down to my loins. There was the most mysterious part of my body. I had found uses for the rest. My eyes saw, my ears heard, my teeth chewed, my hands were useful for moving and touching things, but the thick, heavy tube between my legs, above a soft, delicate sack, seemed to have little use. I relieved myself through it, but why did it have to be so large? I was certain I would learn a use for it one day and make my Father proud.
But however much joy I derived from my body, it could never make up for the despair of loneliness I felt. "Father?" I called meekly. What if he were busy? What if he didn't love me anymore? "Father?" I asked again, a bit louder, my voice cracking.
"Yes, Adam?" He responded. "What troubles you, my child?"
"I...I am lonely. Can you teach the beasts to speak? I adore talking to you, my Lord, but, but please, I need others to speak with." I thought of the boar. "I wish to know what they think and feel, my Lord. Will you please grant this humble wish?" I pleaded.
All of Creation fell silent. Goosebumps appeared all up and down my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I did not mean to offend him oh no what if he banishes me from Eden as he did the boar what if he uncreates me here and now oh what have I done?
"Ahhh, my young Adam," He responded after an eternity of uncertainty. "No, I shall not grant you this, but I shall give to you something infinitely greater. Sleep, my son, and when you shall awake, you shall have a new gift. You shall be happier than you have ever been, this I promise you."
"Thank you, Father," I gasped out, my knees wobbling, my heart pounding. How my dread had so quickly transmuted into elation. How could I sleep now? I was far too excited! But I had to sleep to get my gift. What torture! I had to swim myself to exhaustion in the warm waters of the lake, but I was able to fall asleep, my muscles aching blissfully, as I relaxed on the grass on the shore, my last vision of the distant clouds in the azure sky.
My eyes opened. I was looking into my reflection! How had it gotten out of the water?! I bolted up, panting, my eyes wide. Wait, no...it wasn't my reflection...it hadn't escaped after all. Was this my gift? I studied the body lying next to me. What was it? No...a new word came into mind...Who was _she_?
She looked much like me. She was almost me, but as I looked more and more I could spot the differences. Her hair was much longer. Like mine, it was black and wavy, but while my hair stopped at my shoulders, her hair reached down to the bottom of its ribs. Her face was smaller, rounder, softer than mine was. Her large eyes were closed in sleep, but a faint smile was on her plump, deep lychee-red lips. Her nose was a bit rounder and smaller. She looked so gentle and delicate...
Her dark brown flesh was soft beneath my touch. Her breath quickened, but she didn't awaken. Almost hidden by her long hair were two massive mounds. My heart raced as I looked at them heaving with every breath she took. Trembling, I reached out and cupped one of them. It was firm, but soft. At its point, it became darker, a coconut brown, and as I held her in my hand, I felt her point harden and poke against my palm. I grinned broadly. Her body was so fascinating. What else was there to discover about her?
Her body had less muscle than mine, but its shape was far more attractive, I realized. I was angular, she was curved. I was hard, she was soft. I was hairy, she was entirely smooth beneath her neck. Her stomach led down to a broad, flat plain between her thighs. I reached down and felt my own manhood between my legs. I looked at her, lacking my tool. I wondered why we were different. Maybe when she woke up she could tell me.
She softly snorted in her sleep. How adorable... She stretched her arms and turned onto her side, revealing a plump, tight backside. Seized by a sudden urge, I spanked it. She awoke with a slight start, sat up, and turned to face me. Now that her eyes were open, I saw that they were a dazzling celadon. We sat there together, staring into each other's eyes. My stomach tingled. My teeth were abuzz. Even though I hadn't run, I began to sweat. I felt afraid, I felt excited, I felt something new...it was almost how I felt about my Father, but...different. I made a note to ask Father about this new feeling. I would pay attention when he explained. This was important. It was the best feeling I had felt since I was created.
"Hello, Adam," she said, her voice more beautiful than the songs of the birds and gentler than the lapping of the waves against the stones.
"Who are you?" I asked. Usually the names of creation came to me, but hers remained unknown. "How do you know my name?"
"Our Father told me your name. He told me many things about you, Adam. He told me that my name is Eve," she explained. "I am your wife, and you are my husband." She took my hands in hers and clasped them against her soft, full chest. I felt her heart beat. My throat got dry. I could barely speak. "Do I satisfy you? The Lord said that I was created for you. I want to satisfy you," she said, urgently, eagerly.
"You satisfy me very much," I confessed honestly. Someone to speak with...a wife...a companion... A second God, almost. Another creation that spoke. Another intelligence in Eden. I was ecstatic beyond mere words. My soul burned. I felt like I could fly with the birds of the garden. "Do you want to see Eden?" I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded a tad awkwardly, but it endeared me to her even more. I vowed to always protect her. "Yes, Adam. I do. Show me our Eden."
Days passed. Every minute was spent with each other. At times God joined us, but even when He left, I was lonely no longer. I taught her, as God had taught me. I taught her the names of the beasts and the fruits of the garden. I showed her my favorite spots. I taught her God's rules for me, except one. I never told her about the Tree. It frightened me, and I made sure to avoid it with her. One night she woke me up, saying I had been crying and whimpering in my sleep. I didn't tell her I had dreaming of the boar in the wilderness. I told her I had had a bad dream. When she asked for more, I walked away and slept somewhere else. The next morning when I returned, dried tears were visible on her face. I snuggled up behind her and held her tightly against me. When she woke up, I apologized and promised never to leave her again. I gave her a commandment, as God had given to me. I commanded that she never ask me about the dream again. Crying, she promised. Crying, I kissed her and held my heart against hers, so that they beat together.
Whenever I looked at my wife, I felt a longing inside me. I had never felt it before. It felt...divine. I wanted to create. "Eve. I must speak to our Lord alone. I will be back shortly," I told her, kissing her forehead.
"Adam, don't leave!" she pleaded. My heart softened, my resolve nearly broke, but I had to find out what these new things were inside me. I hated not knowing.
"I will never leave you. Never. I only have to ask him something. Have no worries, Eve, I will come back." I walked away, knowing that if I were to turn around, I would never be able to leave, even for a moment.
I made my way to the top of the highest hill in the garden. "Father, are you there? It is I, Adam."
"What is it you need, my son?" God asked me.
"I have new feelings when I am with Eve. I do not know their names. I do not know their meaning. Please tell me, Father," I prayed.
"There are things I can teach you, young Adam, and there are things you must learn for yourself. I am sorry, my son, but I cannot tell you this. But I will help you learn it for yourself. When next you see Eve, there will be a new feeling. Give into it. It will lead you to the truth you desire," God instructed.
"Yes, my Lord," I said, sad that he had refused to teach me. Had I not been a good enough student for him? I swallowed. "I will do as you command." I walked home slowly, thinking all the while. What would my new feeling be? How could I follow a feeling? I knew being with Eve would comfort me. I quickened my pace until I reached our home. Eve was eaten a ripe mango, sweet, yellow juice dribbling down her chin. When she saw me, she tossed the fruit aside, wiped her face clean with her arm and ran to me, knocking me down to the ground, kissing my lips, my cheek, my forehead, everywhere.
"I missed you, Adam! I missed you so much!" she told me.
"I missed you, too, Eve."
She ceased her kisses and looked into my eyes, gentle concern visible in her green eyes. "Did God answer your questions?"
"No. He did not. But he said the answer would come," I told her.
As we spoke, my body warmed. The feeling of her heavy breasts against my own chest burned in my mind. My hands felt drawn to her body as I caressed her back, running my fingertips down her spine, from her neck to her bottom, which I firmly spanked. Was this the new feeling?
Eve looked shocked. "Adam, are you alright?"
"Yes, Eve. God told me to give into whatever I felt. We must do as God commands, my wife."
What else did I want to do? My kisses strayed from her face for the first time. I kissed her neck. I nibbled her neck. Eve made new noises. She moaned and groaned loudly, rubbing herself against me. I felt her small, dark nipples sharply pressing against my chest. "Adam," she gasped, her eyes half-closed, "what are we doing? This feels so good..."
"I don't know," I admitted. Something new was happening between my thighs. My manhood was stiffening, hardening, growing larger and larger, becoming hotter and redder. Eve lifted herself off me as she felt it urgently press into her.
"My husband!" she cried, looking in shock at the thick rod beneath her. "What happened?" She reached down and took my shaft in her soft hand. A jolt of energy coursed through my body. Eve rubbed it gently. "Does it hurt?" she asked worriedly. She quickened the pace of her hand. "How can I help you?" she pleaded, biting her lip and looking into my eyes.
I bucked my hips upward, desperate to continue this new feeling. I felt like she held my very soul in her hands. She was in control of me as though I were one of creation's beasts. "It feels marvelous, my wife. Keep healing me," I begged her. I never wanted this to end.
"Yes, my husband," she said, a smile growing on her lips. Her hand blurred as she stroked my throbbing rod, as tall and hard as the oldest oak in Eden. I panted, savoring every sensation she gave me. Eve watched me, delighted at the effect she was having on me. She suddenly stopped. I looked at her, hurt. "Adam," she began, looking unsure of myself. "I...I wish to try something. I am having new feelings, too." She looked down at her crotch, and I followed her gaze. It was glisteningly moist about her slit. I gently probed it with my finger, and she shivered in delight. I had an idea...
I gripped her hips firmly and positioned her dripping wet self above me. "I think I know what to do, Eve."
"I trust you, Adam," she replied huskily.
I slowly lowered her, impaling her on my shaft. We moaned in unison as I entered her. What was _this_? Her moist, tight body clenched around me. My hardness throbbed within her. Her long, sleek, raven hair hung over her body, parting around her breasts and revealing their full roundness to me. She began to ride me as though I were a stallion. She bounced up and down. Her beasts bounced beautifully. Wave after wave of greater pleasure than I had ever known ran through my body.
Her lips were parted. Her eyes half-closed. Her head was tilted back as she moaned over and over, crying out my name in passion: "Adam! Oh, Adam!" Sweat was dewing upon her breasts. One of her hands reached up uncontrollably and fondled her large breasts, caressing them, pinching her dark, hard nipples.
A strange pleasure was building within me. Something was coming inside me. "Eve!" I cried. "Oh Eve, don't stop!" What was happening? I didn't care. I couldn't imagine any feeling better than what was happening right now. My whole body shuddered. My body felt aflame. Lightning coursed through me. I convulsed and spasmed as hot jets of my soul shot into Eve's body. Eve quivered, moaning and gasping, both her hands grabbing and squeezing and rubbing her breasts, her hair blowing wild and free in the wind, as she screamed a wordless cry of passion. We gasped, trying to catch our breaths.
Eve and I locked eyes and I felt something new in my heart. "Eve," I said hesitantly, a new word in my mind, "I...I love you."
Her pupils widened. "Adam!" she exclaimed, her hand flying up to her mouth. She averted her eyes briefly before returning my gaze yet again. "I love you, too." She gently climbed off me and cuddled up beside me, her arm over my chest, her body tight against me. We fell asleep that way, my body filled with warmth and happiness.
I woke up alone. "Eve?' I called. Where was she? I looked around, but she was nowhere around. In the wet sand nearby, a long, deep, curving path led away from us. I went searching for her, following the path as best as I could. I came across her standing near the Tree. I ran to her. Oh please, no...
Eve turned around and saw me. "Adam! Come here, my love!" she called to me, waving eagerly.
The bottom dropped out of my stomach. My heart stopped. My jaw dropped. Oh no. Oh, my Lord, no. My eyes rested on the bitten apple in her hand. She was doomed. I remembered the boar, alone in the desert. I imagined Eve, alone, crying, starving. Tears rushed to my eyes. What could I do? If God had banished the boar, a dumb beast, what would he do to Eve? What had she done? Why hadn't I told her of the Tree? Why? Wait. Wait...I realized, I realized that I _did_ have a choice. As God had promised, I always had a choice. I breathed deeply and made it.
"I love you, Eve," I said, taking the apple from her hand. I took a deep bite of the apple. "And I will love you forever." |
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