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CAROL ANNE

After more time than he could care to remember, he had finally met a real woman whom he found extremely physically attractive.
After the usual round of dating and getting to know each other, his interest in this smooth, olive skinned lady of fascinating, hybrid background was at great and unprecedented heights.

Fantasy

Oh That Incest!!

Introduction
It had been two years since Tommy Ritter’s father
died. Tommy was sixteen when the tragedy occurred.
While Tommy missed his dad a lot, it was no
more than his mom did. Their life had been
ideal–living in the suburbs, two-car garage, and
nice schools. Everything was just about perfect until
the accident.
Bob Ritter had been driving home from work late
one night when a drunken driver crossed the
centerline and hit his car head-on. He never had a
chance. The police said that the other car had
been traveling at almost one hundred miles per
hour.
The funeral was difficult for everyone. Bob and
Sue’s relatives flew in from around the country and
were a big help to Tommy and his mother.
However, when the funeral was over, she and
Tommy had to go home and deal with the loss
alone. The accident changed their lives dramatically.
Tommy’s mom, Sue, had to go back to work to
make ends meet and they had to sell their house.
However, in the two years since Bob’s death, Sue
had done very well in her job and she had been
lucky in the stock market. She had purchased a
new house for her and Tommy, smaller than
before, but very comfortable nonetheless. The job
and investments provided enough money to enjoy life
and take an occasional vacation.
While the two years since the accident had been
financially stable, it was emotionally difficult. On an
emotional level, she and Tommy were still struggling.
They leaned on each other for support and therefore
had grown closer than the typical mother and
teenaged son.
Tommy Ritter became the man of the house
overnight, but he knew that he couldn’t make up
for the loss of his dad to his mother.
Tommy was a tall, handsome and lean boy at 6′
1″ and 175 pounds. He was bigger than most of
his classmates. However, while he appeared to be a
confident teenager, he was, in fact, very shy and
overly sensitive. Although, he had his dad’s
handsome face and the bright blue eyes of his
mom, he wasn’t comfortable with girls.
Tommy wanted to date, but every time he was
around an attractive girl, he would become tongue-
tied and embarrass himself. It was easier for him
just to avoid those situations. Besides, he almost felt
like he would be cheating his mom if he dated.
Now 18, Tommy had graduated from high school
with honors and had earned a football scholarship to
a local university. While he looked like the All-
American boy, he had never had a girlfriend. His
shyness was an incredible embarrassment for him.
The shyness was primarily the result of a slight
stutter that he had developed not long after his
father died. He had hid it successfully from his
mother so far and most of the time he could
cover it up. However, it tended to show up when
he was nervous and all too often, that was in the
presents of girls his age.
Sue Ritter was still a very attractive woman as well.
She was tall at 5′ 7″ with a well-proportioned
body. However, like most women, she was critical
of her body. She thought that her butt was too
round and that her breasts were too large. Her
tendency was to dress on the conservative side to
cover up her perceived flaws.
Sue had been desperately lonely since Bob’s death.
Although, she tried not to lean on Tommy too
much, he seemed to be the only one that really
understood. She didn’t have to explain to him how
she felt when she was sad, angry, or lonely. He
just knew. Sue thought that she could read Tommy
as well.
Out of sheer loneliness, Sue had tried dating.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t met anyone that she really
liked or connected with on an emotional level or
for that matter, on a physical level. Sue still had
strong sexual desires. However, she needed more
from a man. She needed tenderness and
understanding first. Most of the men she dated
seemed to think that because she was a young
widowed woman that she would jump into bed at
the drop of a hat.
Tommy tried to encourage her to go out and have
some fun, but whenever he suggested that she find
someone, she would always tell him that he was
the only man she needed in her life now. It was
almost as if she would be cheating Tommy or
somehow hurting Bob’s memory. While she knew
deep inside it was time to move on, she couldn’t
let go of the past.
Now 36, Sue worked hard to keep the family
financially solvent. Her job as a public relations
executive was rewarding but time consuming. She
had to work 12 hour days and sometimes Saturdays.
Tommy talked her into wearing sexier clothes and
had even convinced her that she looked great with
short skirts and low cut tops. He told her that she
needed to show off her assets to get ahead in
business. It had worked on the business level.
However, her good looks also attracted a lot of
unwanted attention from men.
Whenever Tommy would tell her that she should
date, she would turn his comments around and say
he should be the one dating.
Sue was more concerned about her son’s lack of
social development then she was about dating herself.
She wanted him to go out and have fun, yet he
would be home most weekend nights with her.
Chapter 1
One Saturday evening, Sue found Tommy sitting in
the living room watching TV as usual.
“Tommy, why are you sitting home tonight? Why
don’t you go out with someone?” Sue said, sitting
down next to her son and putting her arm around
his shoulders. They had this conversation almost
every weekend.
“Come on Mom, give me a break. I don’t need
to go out, besides, I’d rather be home with
you.” That had been his standard response. It was
a lame excuse and they both knew it.
“Tommy, you need to have friends, you know…
girlfriends,” Sue said in exasperation. Then she
looked at him seriously and said, “I’m worried
about you.”
“You seem to do okay without boyfriends. Why do
I need girlfriends?”
“Come on Tommy, that’s different and you know
it. I’ve already been married. Besides, I already
have a man. You!” Sue said, squeezing his
shoulder affectionately.
“Well, I have plenty time to date. Besides, I
already have a woman. You!” Tommy replied,
smiling at using his mom’s own words.
Sue sighed in frustration. “Well, we’re a fine pair
aren’t we?”
“Mom, you’re my best friend,” Tommy said
seriously, snuggling into her arm.
“And you’re my best friend too,” Sue said,
hugging him again. However, she couldn’t let it go.
“You still need to date. It’s not healthy.”
Tommy took a deep breath. “Mom…”
“What?”
Tommy’s mouth was opened but nothing came out.
His head fell back on the sofa and he closed his
eyes. His face seemed to color in embarrassment.
“It’s nothing. Never mind,” he finally said.
“Come on Tommy… please don’t close me out,”
Sue said, turning his face to her and looking into
his misty eyes. “We’ve always been able to talk
about anything. Haven’t we?”
Tommy had wanted to talk to his mother for a
long time about his shyness and the stutter but he
didn’t want to burden her. Additionally, he felt
embarrassed talking to her about girls. Now that he
had finally gotten up enough nerve to bring the
subject up, he knew he had to continue. “It’s…
it’s just that I’m… I’m not so hot with the
girls. I’m too shy and whenever I get around a
nice looking girl I… I… I… get tongue-tied,”
Tommy said, his eyes unable to meet his mother’s.
Sue was surprised but tried not to show it. She
had never heard him get tongue-tied before. “Now
wait a minute, you always say that I’m a nice
looking girl and you don’t get tongue-tied around
me.”
“I’m serious Mom, I don’t know what to do or
say around girls. I’ve only kissed two girls in my
whole life,” Tommy blurted before he could stop
himself.
“Really?” Sue said in astonishment. My God, he
was 18 and he had only kissed two girls, she
thought. He must be a virgin! The realization
shocked Sue. Then a bigger problem occurred to
her. “You like girls don’t you?”
“Mommmmmm! Of course I like girls,” Tommy
said, now totally embarrassed.
Sue sighed in relief.
“It’s just that… just that… oh hell… I haven’t
even been on a real date.”
“Wow Tommy, I had no idea!” Sue was unable
to hide the shock in her voice. “I’ve seen you
go out. You said you were going out with girls.”
“I’m sorry Mom, I lied. I go to the library or
the mall. I just didn’t want you to feel bad for
me. You have enough on your mind.”
Suddenly, Sue realized that she had neglected Tommy
since his father died. She had been foolish to think
that she could read him. She had been so busy
mourning her own loss, feeling sorry for herself and
working on her career that she had missed all the
signs. It was obvious now that he was very sexually
immature. God, how could I have been so stupid?
she thought.
The two of them sat silently for a long time.
Neither one of them knew what to say.
Finally, Sue broke the ice with an idea.
“Tommy, what would you think about you and I
going on a date?”
“Come on Mom! Get serious!”
“I am serious. You’re very comfortable around me,
so why don’t we go out? You can act as if I’m
your date. I can tell you what you need to work
on. After all, I still remember what girls like.”
Sue stopped when she realized that he might be
embarrassed to go out with his mother. “Uh…that
is if you wouldn’t be too embarrassed to be seen
out with your old mom.”
“God Mom, you’re not old. You’re the best
looking woman I know!” His face turned red as
soon as he said it.
“Thank you sweetheart, and you are the best
looking man I know. So why don’t we two good
looking people go on a date?”
Tommy was quiet for a few minutes, thinking.
Maybe it would be good for her to go out, he
thought. Besides, she might get off his back about
dating. It could be a way for him to help her.
Suddenly, he liked the idea. “Well… okay… I
guess it might be fun,” Tommy finally said in a
nonchalant tone.
“You don’t sound that excited,” Sue said with a
pout.
“That’s not it,” Tommy said quickly. But… but…
“What’s wrong sweetie?”
“I don’t… uh don’t know about that stuff. I…
I… I… would… uh… you know, feel silly if I
messed up. That would be embar… embarrassing,”
Tommy said, a stutter in his voice.
“There’s nothing you could do to embarrass yourself
honey,” Sue said patting his leg affectionately.
“Come on, let’s get dressed and you can take me
to dinner and a movie,” Sue said, reaching to the
table and picking up her car keys and flipping them
to him. “You can even drive, lover boy.”
“Mommmmm,” Tommy said, his face turning red
again. However, underneath the embarrassment he
was as excited as he had been in a long time.
Twenty minutes later, Tommy was pacing around the
living room nervously, waiting for his mom. When
he saw her come down the stairs, he started to
say something but stopped in mid-sentence with his
mouth open.
Sue had on a tight, white pull over top that was
low cut, exposing the upper swells of her breasts,
and a short black skirt and high heels. She thought
Tommy would like the outfit since he picked it out
for her.
“What’s wrong?” Sue asked concerned about the
look on her son’s face. Suddenly, she thought that
she had made a big mistake.
“Mom, uh, uh, you look, look…” Tommy
stuttered trying to tell her how great she looked.
“I’ll change,” Sue said, turning to go back
upstairs fearing that she had gone too far in trying
to look young and “hot”.
“No! You look beautiful,” Tommy blurted out.
Sue turned back around smiling. “Why thank you
sweetie, I thought you were upset with what I was
wearing.”
“Wow Mom, I hope some of my friends see me
with you. God, they will be so jealous!”
Sue felt her heart swell with pride and love.
“Well, let’s go make them jealous. For tonight,
why don’t you call me Sue,” she said with a
smile.
“Okay Mo… uh Sue,” Tommy answered. “Sue,”
he said again to himself, loving the way her name
rolled off his tongue.
Tommy rushed to the car in front of his mom to
open the door to let her in. As she sat down,
Tommy couldn’t help look at the expanse of her
thighs as her skirt pulled up. When he looked up
he saw his mom smiling at him. God, she saw me
looking up her skirt, Tommy thought. I can’t even
do that right, he thought, mentally chastising
himself.
As he drove, Tommy kept glancing over at his
mother’s legs. He felt a stirring between his legs
and was suddenly very confused.
Sue’s skirt had pulled up her legs, revealing her
tanned thighs. She tried to pull it down but the
bucket seats of her car made that difficult.
Tommy drove to a small Italian restaurant that they
went to on occasion. It was quiet and intimate with
a genuine Mediterranean look. The tables were
covered in red checked table clothes and each had
an old wine bottle in the center with a lit candle.
There was even a violinist playing music.
Dinner went great and was very relaxing. Sue even
let Tommy have a couple glasses of wine. Sue
wanted to make him feel more grown up. He
certainly needed some confidence building.
Sue had quite a bit more wine than Tommy. She
felt a little tipsy but also warm and relaxed.
Tommy had no trouble talking to his mom. The
wine had loosened his tongue just a bit. Besides, it
wasn’t like it was a real date, he thought.
They talked about school, friends, music, movies; all
the things that a boy and girl would talk about on
a date. Occasionally, Sue would point out things
about how he should act on a date. Like waiting
until his date had taken her seat before he sat
down or opening the restaurant door for her. She
tried not to be too critical. Not surprisingly though,
Tommy didn’t need much coaching. He was a
natural gentleman, like his dad.
For a little while, Tommy truly forgot that Sue was
his mom.
Sue also forgot for a short time that she was out
with her son. He suddenly seemed so mature. His
pretty blue eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight as
he laughed and his face lit up like a candle when
he smiled. God, he was handsome, she thought.
Suddenly, Sue felt a little shiver run through her.
When dinner was over, Tommy escorted Sue out to
the car, opening the restaurant door and hurrying to
open the car door.
Sue was just a bit unsteady on her feet. She knew
that she shouldn’t have had that last glass of wine.
When Tommy opened the door of the car, and his
mom slid in, he tried not to look at her exposed
thighs again. However, that was impossible. No
matter how hard he tried, his eyes went to the
dark area between his mother’s legs. The light from
a street lamp melted the shadows and Tommy drew
in his breath. His mother’s legs opened, revealing
the silky tops of her thigh high nylons, her smooth
thighs and then a pair of pale blue silk panties
hugging the pouch of her sex. She paused for a
second with one leg out of the car.
Tommy stood almost frozen, his eyes as large as
saucers.
“Well, are we going to the movies or not?” Sue
asked, again noticing that her son was looking up
her skirt. Another shiver ran through her. Now Sue
wasn’t sure whether the spreading of her thighs had
been an accident on her part or not. She felt so
naughty tonight. It was just a little innocent fun,
she told herself. The wine was making everything
seem all right.
Tommy’s shocked face turned scarlet when he saw
his mom watching him again. Suddenly, he felt
ashamed of his behavior. If I do this to my own
mom, what will I do when I go out on a date
with a real girlfriend? he thought.
At the movie theater they got sodas and popcorn
then found a seat near the back row. Since the
movie had been out for a while, the theater
wasn’t crowded. They practically had the theater to
themselves.
The movie was funny and light, making them both
laugh. About midway through the movie, Tommy
carefully raised his arm and put it on the back of
the seat behind his mother, his bare arm touching
her shoulders.
Sue didn’t miss the move and felt another of those
little shivers come over her.
At one point when they were laughing, Tommy
moved his arm until it was around her, his hand
hanging over her shoulder. His mom surprised him
by sighing and snuggled even closer into his arm.
Sue smiled to herself at her son’s boldness. She
felt so comfortable and loved at that moment. It
had been a long time since she felt like this.
Suddenly, Tommy realized that his fingers were
touching the top swell of his mom’s breast where
the soft flesh was exposed. He could feel his heart
begin to beat rapidly in his chest.
Sue felt the fingers but let them stay where they
were, as she didn’t want to spoil the mood.
Besides, it was just innocent fun and probably an
accident, she told herself.
Tommy could no longer concentrate on the movie.
Almost without his control, his fingers began to
move lightly back and forth across the exposed swell
of her breast. The movement was delicate, almost
imperceptible. Still, Tommy could feel it. It felt as
though his fingertips were on fire. Stop it! he told
himself.
After a few minutes, Sue noticed his fingers were
moving. It was a sensual touch, almost tickling. It
could still have been accidental. When she felt goose
bumps spring up on her chest, she knew that she
should stop him. However, she didn’t want to
embarrass him. He probably didn’t even know that
he was doing it anyway. It was just an innocent
touch. However, the tingling she felt between her
legs wasn’t so innocent.
Tommy’s hand was shaking, as his fingers grew
bolder. The tips of his fingers moved further down
until they were just barely under the elastic of her
top. Now, there was no doubt about whether or
not he was touching her accidentally. He couldn’t
believe how bold he was.
Sue’s breathing increased. She wanted to stop him
but it had been so long since someone that she
cared for paid attention to her. The brain of the
mother was in a battle with the brain of the
woman; a woman that had missed intimate touches
for so long. Sue began to squirm in her seat.
Incredibly, she could feel her panties getting wet.
When she felt Tommy’s fingers begin to move
further down, she reached up and grabbed his
hand, preventing any further movement. However,
she didn’t take the fingers out of her top, but
instead held them where they were, almost pressing
them to her soft flesh.
Tommy breathed a sigh of relief when his mother
didn’t chastise him. At one point, she let go of
his hand to reach for the popcorn in the seat next
to her. When she turned back, Tommy took the
opportunity to move his fingers downward again,
getting half his hand under the top before she
stopped him.
Now Sue held his fingers from the outside of the
top. Her own heartbeat had quickened.
Tommy felt like his heart was going to beat out of
his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in
his pants. He squirmed around, trying to find a
comfortable position. He couldn’t very well reach
down and adjust himself.
Sue held Tommy’s trembling hand tightly, knowing
that one more fraction of an inch and he would be
able to feel her nipple. In fact, his fingertips were
touching the large brown areola. She could feel the
hard nipples pulsing almost painfully. Now, her
breathing was as labored as Tommy.
The two sat almost frozen. When the tightness of
Sue’s fingers lessened, she felt Tommy’s fingers
begin to move downward again. She closed her eyes
and took a deep breath. She could feel the fingers
moving across the bumpy surface of her areola.
Then they split apart around the nub of her swollen
nipple..
Suddenly, the lights of the theater came on.
Sue jumped as if an electric shock had hit her.
She quickly pulled the hand from her top. She was
trembling as she sat in her seat waiting for the
few people in the theater to leave. Finally, she
stood on shaking legs and moved to the isle.
As they left the theater, Tommy had to walk behind
his mother in hopes that no one could see his
erection.
Sue took a deep breath and sighed as she walked
up the aisle in front of Tommy. She wondered why
he lagged behind her. She glanced back and realized
the problem that her young date had. She had to
restrain herself from looking back at her son a
second time. Suddenly, it was like she was in high
school again. It brought back so many fond
memories with Tommy’s father.
The ride home was very quiet. Tommy couldn’t
believe what had happened in the theater. It was
like a dream. Damn, he practically had his hand on
his mother’s bare breast and she didn’t stop him.
Yet, he still felt embarrassed and like a cad. His
mom had been nice enough to take him out and
this is how he repaid her.
Sue couldn’t believe what she had allowed to
happen either. Again, she told herself that it was
just innocent fun. After all, her son did need some
confidence building, she reasoned.
Tommy unlocked the door of their house, then
stopped and turned to his mom.
“Thanks Mom… uh Sue, I… I… I… had a
great time,” a little nervous stutter showing up in
his voice.
“I did too Tommy, you are a great date,” Sue
said sincerely.
Tommy stood nervously in front of his mom, his
hand’s fidgeting at his sides. He almost had an
overpowering urge to grab her and kiss her. He got
control of himself and asked, “Uh… does…
does… a guy get a kiss on the first… first
date,” Tommy blurted nervously. His heart was
beating wildly again. His knees felt like they were
going to collapse. When his mother didn’t answer
right away, he thought that he had blown it.
“Well, probably not on the first date, but because
you were so nice I guess one kiss couldn’t hurt,”
Sue said, her mind screaming No! No! The
beautiful evening, the date and the wine were all
working on Sue’s resistance.
Tommy’s heart skipped a beat. God, he was going
to do it he thought. He was really going to kiss
her. Suddenly, he was petrified.
“Well?” Sue said, her eyes closed, and her heart
pounding now. This was so wrong, she told herself.
“I really… uh… you know, I… I… don’t
know how.”
“Here,” Sue said, bringing her lips to her son’s.
His arms automatically went around her back. His
lips were hard and pressed harshly into his mom’s
soft lips.
“Wait,” she said and pulled back. “You don’t kiss
with your lips like that. Wet your lips and let them
relax,” Sue said in a motherly tone. Yet, this
wasn’t a motherly act.
Tommy did as his mother asked. He felt her bring
her lips to his again. This time he relaxed his and
pressed into her soft mouth. Suddenly, he was very
much aware of her breasts on his chest, her soft
lips, and the smell her sweet perfume. His head
began to spin.
Sue moaned as her tongue slid into her son’s
warm mouth. It was a reflex action and automatic.
She felt his tongue touch hers and a tremor ran
through her. For a moment, she was lost in the
sweet taste of her son’s mouth. Suddenly, she
pulled her tongue out of his mouth. She had totally
lost control for just a moment. She pulled her head
back and took a deep breath, trying to calm
herself. “Now that was better wasn’t it?” Sue said,
as innocently as possible, an uncontrollable quiver in
her voice.
“Great, let’s do it again,” Tommy said boldly,
pulling his mother to him again.
Suddenly, Sue could feel her son’s hard penis
pressing into her stomach. She shivered with
excitement at the thought that she could still turn
on a young man. Wait, her mind screamed, this is
my own son. She knew that she had to stop this
before it got out of hand.
“No! Stop!” Sue almost screamed. Then she
realized it sounded harsh and, her tone softened.
“One kiss on the first date. Don’t get greedy,”
Sue said pushing her son away playfully.
“Au shucks,” Tommy said, with his innocent smile,
trying to cover his excitement and disappointment.
Then he turned serious. “God Mom, I had fun
tonight. Can… uh… can we go on a date again
sometime, please?”
“Well, I guess so, if you treat me real nice,”
Sue said, pecking her son on the lips one more
time before entering the house.
That night, Tommy lay in bed with his hard penis
in his hand, thinking of his mom. All his fantasizes
until now had been about girls at school. Now his
mom dominated his thoughts. He could still feel her
soft breasts on his chest and her soft skin under
his fingers. If he could have only moved his hand
a fraction of an inch lower in the theater, he
would have touched the nub of her nipple. Even
now, he could still taste her lips on his and feel
her tongue in his mouth. It took only minutes for
him to squirt his juice all over his stomach. He
jerked off three times that night.
At the same time, Sue lay in bed with one hand
squeezing the same breast Tommy had touched. Her
other hand was forcing three fingers into her
sopping hole. She climaxed over and over until her
fingers and the sheets were soaked with her juice.
Then, suddenly she burst into tears. God, what
have I done? she thought.
Susan Ritter cried herself to sleep that night.

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Bakers Park, Chapter 1: A virgin, A prego, and A spy

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My Asian Treat Pt.9

My Asian Treat Pt.9
Golf and Betrayal?
As Kayko prepared our bath I could not help but think what things were going to be like in the future. I was sure that I would have to make a few little life style changes, and I would have a “permanent” roommate, but the rest seemed to all fade away as I watched my beautiful sweetheart move around the room. I didn’t really care about anything else, even the contract, I just wanted to be with Kayko above all else. As she lathered up my dick and balls, I marveled at just how gentle her touch was. Every movement seemed like a rehearsed and practiced exercise to make me feel good. And she did just that!
As I settled back into the hot pool I watched her very intently. Her diligence and attention to detail as she washed out the inside of her pussy showed me just how mindful she was of her own body. Having not achieved a degree of cleanliness with the first few buckets of water, she again filled the basin at the top of the stand before reinserting the hose to flush out her delicate pink box. Several times during the procedure I caught her taking a look at her new engagement ring before looking over at me with a huge smile. I am safe in saying that she was sitting on cloud 9! And what was even better was that in just a few moments she was going to be sitting on my dick again. Life is replete with its’ little pleasures. It’s even nicer when you don’t have to go looking for them and they just “fall” into your lap.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the sensation of my dick sliding into something soft and hot. As I gazed upward, Kayko was just finishing up the task of impaling herself on my rock hard meat. When her ass came to rest on my lap, she slightly wiggled back and forth to nestle herself down as fully onto me as possible. As soon as my hands came up and cupped her small round breasts she began milking my cock with her exquisite pussy.
“Hey sweetheart,” she half whispered as she brought her face in close to mine, “Are you alright?”
“I am just fine honey,” I replied as I flexed my sphincter muscle to make my dick jump inside her.
Kaykos’ eyes grew wide for an instant before she leaned in and kissed me very deeply. It’s amazing all the different emotions you can feel in just a single kiss. If you are really into the moment and really care about the person you are kissing you can tell exactly what their emotional state is. I could only describe Kaykos’ emotional state as pure contentment. She was VERY happy with where she was and what she was doing. And I have absolutely no complaints either. With her soft pussy firmly milking me inside her I didn’t need anything else.
As I sat back and enjoyed her, Kayko picked up a mug and a brush. Swirling the brush around inside the mug produced huge amounts of foam which she gently brushed onto my face.
“You need another shave,” she said as she coated every inch of my face with the sweet smelling foam. “Besides,” she giggled as she set the mug and the brush down, “Your whiskers tickle my legs.”
“I just wanted to make sure I had you undivided attention,” I mused as Kayko lifted a big straight razor to my cheek.
“Hold still sweetie,” she whispered as she began shaving me in slow and deliberate strokes.
I had no choice but to hold still. After all, I did not want her to cut my face off! But again I was amazed at her delicate touch. First of all, she kept sucking on my dick with her pussy throughout the entire event. The only time her pussy stopped was when she really had to concentrate on what she was doing. (Like the area around my nose and upper lip) At those times she clamped her pussy down tightly on me almost like she was getting an extra foot hold. It was amazing! After only a few minutes she was done, and not a single nick to speak of. I raised my hands to my face and washed off the remainder of the foam. This was undoubtedly the closest and cleanest shave I have ever had!
“What are you thinking about?” she asked while bringing her full weight down on my lap.
“Just how wonderful you are.” I replied while squeezing her tits again.
A big warm smile came across her face as she switched her pussy into hyper drive and began milking me with deliberate intent. My dick strained at the more intense sensations, threatening to explode inside her. Kayko then raised her knees up and slid her feet around behind me, locking her ankles together behind the small of my back. In this position I could feel the head of my dick pressing hard against the round doughnut of her cervix.
“Well,” she said as she wiggled her ass side to side a little, “you have made me very happy.”
Kayko leaned forward and kissed me very deeply. I must admit that I was very happy too. This woman, who I had come to care for very much, was enjoying me to the fullest. We sat still in the water for several minutes while kissing and holding each other close. I didn’t want it to end. But when we heard the limo pull up outside we knew the moment was over. Climbing from the water Kayko retrieved our robes before she hurried out to the front door. By the time I approached the sitting room she was returning with two big bags of takeout food.
“I am sorry I didn’t make your lunch for you,” she stated while setting the bags down on the low table.
“It’s ok honey, I have had a great day so far.” I said while taking a seat at the side of the table.
My mind began to drift as I watched Kayko set out our food. Every move she made was deliberate and precise, everything set neatly in its place. I began thinking of what the future was going to be like with her. How different it was going to be to come home to house that was not empty and silent. I also thought how nice it would be to share my bed every night with someone so wonderful. As Kayko kneeled down beside me and began serving our food, I knew I had not made a mistake. My life was going to be complete.
I snapped back into reality when Kayko said, “We are going to have to tell Hirito about the engagement.”
“Yes we are.” I replied while watching Kayko fill my plate with oysters and shrimp. “I’ve noticed that you are having me eat a lot of oysters.” I looked over at her and smiled.
Kayko got this devilish grin on her face before she stuck her hand into my lap and grasp my cock. “I like you nice and hard.” she replied with a bit of a giggle.
“No harm in that!” was my response as I picked up the biggest oyster on the top and shoveled it into my mouth.
The meal went down without any hitches. We spent the time talking about my apartment in the US and how an upgrade might be in order. It was very pleasant talk. By the time we were done eating I was full, almost to the point of being sick. As Kayko cleared the table I sat and sipped on some whiskey on the rocks, savoring the meal and the fine company. When Kayko returned to the room she stepped up on the table, dropped her robe, and sat down right in front of me, spreading her legs wide open.
“How about some desert?” she queried while biting her bottom lip and spreading her pussy open with the fingers from her right hand.
I might have just eaten a big meal and felt like I was stuffed to the gills, but as far as I am concerned, pussy is always on the menu. Leaning forward I began kissing the inside of Kaykos right leg at her knee. This had the instant effect of bringing a soft moan from her lips. I slowly kissed and licked my way closer and closer to that hot pink prize where her slender legs met. I love seeing her reactions to my touch because about half way up her leg little goose bumps broke out all over her accompanied by a slight shiver. Her breathing began to deepen as I licked and swirled my tongue around the soft and smooth skin of her inner thigh. Kayko was certainly enjoying my attention, and the raging boner I had needs no explanation. I was making my sweetie feel good! By the time I reached the gentle curve in her thigh where her crotch starts to open up I could easily smell her excitement. That deep musky aroma did nothing but encourage me to feast on the delight she held open before me. With the tip of my nose just barely brushing the coal black patch of neatly trimmed hair just above her wide spread pussy, I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled my hot breath directly into her love box. Kayko let out a loud moan and arched her back as the size and number of goose bumps covering her body increased exponentially. ‘That’s my queue,’ I thought to myself as I lowered my mouth and covered her hot gash. Swirling my tongue around her hardened clit made Kayko cum almost instantly, her back arching and toes curling up as her sweet nectar flowed into my mouth. Kaykos breath was coming in short sharp gasps as I devoured her womanhood, savoring the delicious sweetness of her talented pussy. I placed my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs upward and outward, this spread her pussy open wide in front of me. Kayko brought her left hand down and stuck two fingers from each hand into her pussy and pulled her pussy wide open, exposing the dark pink tunnel that lead up into her.
“Lick inside me,” she growled, almost in a state of frantic lust. “Consume me!”
Would you pass up an invitation like that?! I jammed my tongue as deeply into her as I could and sucked hard, doing my best to lick all of the exposed pink sweetness. Kayko cried out in sheer bliss and quickly pulled her fingers out. Her hands instantly came down on the back of my head and she pulled my face into her forcefully. I think, if she could have, she would have shoved my whole head in there! With two hands full of my hair Kayko rocked her hips up and down, grinding her pussy up and down against my mouth. I swirled my tongue around inside her as her pussy began sucking my tongue deeper into her. Kayko started speaking in half Japanese and half English as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Her cum was pouring out from around the edges of my mouth and steadily dripped down onto the table next to her ass from my chin. When her next big orgasm plowed through her I quickly pulled my tongue from inside her and inserted my middle and index fingers from my right hand up to the second knuckle. Finding her G spot I began a furious assault on her pussy, slamming my fingers in and out of her as my tongue and lips assaulted her clit with a vengeance. The scream that came from Kaykos mouth must have been heard in China! Almost instantly Kayko raised her ass off the table and began convulsing in erratic spasms. Cum blasted out of her pussy and covered my hand and forearm all the way to my elbow when I sucked her clit into my mouth as hard as I could. I looked up at Kayko as I held onto her in the midst of her massive orgasm. Her mouth was wide open and her nipples were pointing at the ceiling as her body continued to twitch uncontrollably. Then, as abruptly as it all began, Kayko went completely limp. Her hands let go of their death grip on my head and she collapsed onto the table.
Sometimes, when events happen, it’s amazing the things that go through your head. In that brief instant, as Kaykos body came to rest on the polished table top, I thought I had killed her. If it were not for the fact that I could see her chest moving up and down with slow breaths I would have called someone for help. She was passed out cold! Pulling my soaked fingers from inside her I gently eased her feet down onto the floor, leaving her lying on the table with her legs still spread wide. I was just about to pull out my dick and enjoy myself when I heard a voice from behind me.
“You are better at that than I thought.”
I spun around quickly to see Hirito standing in the doorway. He was in his business suit with his hands in his pockets.
As I wiped Kaykos cum from my face I asked him, “How long have you been standing there?”
With a big grin on his face he replied, “Only long enough to see my sister cum all over your face!”
I was a bit embarrassed, not only for my but for Kayko. She had just had a massive orgasm and was now passed out cold while completely nude on the table. I started to cover her up when Hirito spoke.
“She’s ok,” he said while gesturing toward his unconscious sister. “Come on, we’ll go have a drink.” As I started to get up Hirito walked over to the desk and wrote something on a piece of paper. “Go get dressed and I’ll meet you at the door.”
I wasn’t going to argue with my host. I stepped into the sleeping room and pulled on a pair of slacks and a nice golf shirt. When I returned Hirito was waiting in the hallway. Behind him I could see the piece of paper lying on Kaykos stomach.
“What is that?” I asked while pointing to the note.
“I’m just letting her know where you will be,” he said while looking back at his naked sister, “and that she is to join us at her convenience.”
As Hirito started toward the door I stepped over to the desk. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up,” I said as I picked up the remote and the vibrating egg. “This won’t take but a second.”
I knelt down between Kaykos splayed open legs and gently pushed the egg into her. She was so wet that the egg slid right in without any resistance. Flipping the switch to the on position I could just faintly hear the muffled buzzing of the egg inside her. Kayko didn’t move, not even a flinch.
“Enjoy your nap sweetie,” I said just before kissing her on her pussy.
As I headed out the door Hirito was waiting for me in the driveway.
“You must teach me how to do that,” Hirito laughed as I approached. “Such talent can bring about many good things.”
“No problem,” I replied as we started to walk toward his house at the head of the property.
As we walked I began explaining the technique. It really is pretty simple. “The biggest factor,” I explained as we took off our shoes and entered the rear of his house, “Is to pay attention to her reactions. You can easily tell if you’re doing it right by the way she responds.”
“Let’s see if you’re right,” he said as we entered the room at the front of his house.
The room was large with a full sized pool table at its center. There was a bar at the far end in front of a huge cabinet with every kind of liquor you could imagine stacked neatly in rows. To the left of the bar was a table with a small stand holding a small brass gong. Hirito walked over to it and struck it with the small striker at its base. Within seconds a young girl entered the room from the door to the left. She was quite attractive, but young. I guess she was maybe 13 or 14 years old and dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono. She was also tiny, standing only 4 foot 10 inches or so with a body that was straight as a rail and maybe 90 pounds on a good day. She took 3 or 4 steps into the room before stopping and bowing.
“This is Ruu, (Her real name)” said Hirito as he walked over to the young beauty. “She is my sokujitsu.” (Translated it means concubine or something close to it) As he walked around her he dragged his hand from her small titty lumps around to her kimono hidden ass. Hirito continued by saying, “She is also the student of Kayko although she still has a lot to learn.”
I could not help but feel sorry for the girl who stood with her eyes directed at the floor. I quickly deduced that Kayko was teaching her the “pleasure tricks” of the ancient ways. But, the noted sound of disappointment in Hiritos’ voice clearly marked his dissatisfaction with the degree of her progress. ‘It’s a different culture’ I kept repeating to myself as Hirito barked out something in Japanese to the young girl before pointing to the pool table. Instantly, Ruu disrobed and hopped up onto the pool table. Not only was her frame tiny but she almost didn’t have any tits! Putting her little titty lumps into the A cup category would downgrade the entire grading scale. I would say she was probably still in the training bra stage. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown and pulled up neatly behind her head where it was held in place by what looked like a pair of chop sticks. Sitting completely naked, she lay back on the green surface and placed her heels on the tables guard rails before spreading her legs wide apart.
“Now, my friend,” said Hirito as he stepped around to the side of the table where Ruu was lying down, “show me how to give her pleasure the way you did to Kayko.” With that he gestured toward her spread legs.
Instantly I felt awkward. I had just proposed to Kayko earlier in the day, now I was supposed to ‘show’ Hirito how to pleasure his young play thing. Nope, wrong answer. I was not about to betray Kayko, not even for the purpose of instruction. I would just have to tell Hirito how to do it. After all, I learned how to do it by reading about it and practicing on my then current girlfriend.
“Ok buddy,” I said while stepping up beside him, “here is the best way to start…” and I began re-explaining the procedure to him while he knelt between her wide spread legs. Within ten minutes Ruu was rocking her head back and forth and doing her best to rip Hiritos hair out of his head with both hands. It looked like my instruction was successful. When Ruus’ legs began to shake I told Hirito to increase the speed he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her. When he complied that finished her off. Within seconds Ruu arched her back, let out and ear splitting shriek, and then passed out on the table.
“Good job,” I said as I walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink.
As Hirito stood up it was plane to see that he had done everything correctly. His face and chin were covered with Ruu’s cum. Without any hesitation Hirito unzipped his pants and pulled out his own little boner and shoved it straight into Ruu’s unconscious body. Instantly he began pounding into her, forcing her ass to come up from the table top with each thrust.
“This is great,” he panted while doing his best to destroy the helpless girl.
I sipped on my drink while watching the spectacle from one of the bar stools. Hirito was definitely proud of himself and thoroughly enjoying himself at the same time. But his stamina is nowhere near my abilities. After just a few minutes Hirito pulled Ruu by the waist hard against himself and began grunting, pumping his seed deep into her. When he was done he stepped back and zipped up his pants.
“I must thank you my friend,” he said as he left the naked girl laying on the pool table and joined me at the bar. “I have never enjoyed myself quite as much as I just have.”
“Ok,” I replied while taking a big gulp of my whiskey, “How about if you allow me to marry Kayko?”
Hirito stopped dead in his tracks and looked me squarely in the eyes. “Do you think that is wise?” he asked as he poured himself a glass of scotch. “It usually is not smart to mix business with pleasure.”
“I am aware of the inherent dangers,” I retorted, “But I have grown very fond of her and cannot imagine my life without her. May I have her hand?”
Hirito took a sip of his drink, his eyebrows furrowing as he contemplated his answer. The butterflies crept back into my stomach as I waited patiently for his answer. I don’t ever remember a time when I was more nervous. Hirito took another sip of his drink and looked back at Ruu who was just starting to stir.
“You will care for my sister?” he asked while setting his drink down on the bar.
“Like a princess,” I replied while looking him squarely in the eyes.
Hirito thought for another moment as he watched Ruu sit up slowly. It was obvious she was very disoriented and at a loss for what had happened to her.
After what seemed like an eternity he looked at me and said, “Very well. I give you my blessing.”
I almost shit my pants! The surge of emotion that coursed through me was unparalleled.
“Thank you my friend.” I said as I held out my hand. “I will honor her for the rest of my life.”
Hirito shook my hand before stating, “You had better, or your dealings here in Japan will come to an abrupt end.” With that he bowed to me and I returned the gesture.
“Now,” Hirito said as he unzipped his pants and headed toward Ruu, “I have some unfinished business.”
“Enjoy yourself my friend,” I said as I headed for the door. “I have a young lady to see myself.”
I didn’t even bother to put my shoes on. I just picked them up and headed for the guest quarters. I was so happy about the days’ events that I really didn’t care if I tore my socks up or not. I just wanted to be with Kayko.
When I walked into the dining room Kayko was still passed out on the table, just as I had left her. Naked, legs spread, and the black wire from the egg sticking out into space. There was a nice thick stream of her girl cum flowing from her parted pussy lips onto the floor between her feet where it pooled in a dinner plate sized puddle. ‘What a waste,’ I thought to myself as I quickly stripped naked. “We can’t have that,” I said to myself as I knelt between her spread legs. Her aroma was enchanting as I lowered my mouth to her neatly trimmed pussy. The feast before me deserved my special attention.
I didn’t even mess around with the foreplay this time. I dove straight in like a hungry wolf and began sucking her cum into my mouth. Her taste was sweet and tangy, and there was a lot of her nectar to be savored. When I pulled the vibrating egg from inside her, a huge flow of cum followed it. I quickly caught as much of it as I could with my hand and spread it generously over my rock hard dick. It was time to fuck my baby awake. With steady pressure I slid right into my favorite little love box. Kayko was sopping wet, and the generous amount of her cum that I had spread over myself made entry deep into her almost completely effortless. It felt so good to have my dick back inside its’ warm and snug home. With my nuts resting against Kaykos’ ass I leaned down and kissed her very gently on the lips. Kayko stirred ever so slightly. I pulled out almost half way before sliding back in to the hilt. Kayko stirred a little more and began to move her head just a little. That was my queue. Pulling out halfway again I began pumping myself in and out at a steady and even pace, slowly and steadily fucking my baby back to life. It was after 15 or 20 strokes before Kayko opened her eyes. When she did, the first sight she had was of me over the top of her, and the first sensation was of my dick sliding deep inside her pussy. Almost instantly she smiled from ear to ear and clamped down on my dick with her talented box, starting her special massage on me immediately.
“Hello beautiful,” I said as I continued my slow and steady pace, “Did you have a nice nap?”
A huge smile came across her face as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down onto her. “Yes lover. But I really like waking up this way!”
We made love for another 2 or 3 hours until it was late in the evening. Kayko offered herself to me with her legs wide and passionate kisses everywhere. We finally fell asleep cuddled together like two spoons in a drawer, Kayko lying on her side with her back to me and my dick nestled as far inside her as it would go. The whole world was right for us and we were living it to the fullest.
Day 4.
I awoke to the familiar feeling of Kayko giving me one of her stellar blow jobs. I always enjoy the sensation of waking up just as I am blowing a load down my sweeties’ throat, and this morning was no exception. Kayko swallowed down every last drop before kneeling down beside me.
“Good morning,” she said with a slight bow. She was already dressed in her new short skirt, pink golf shirt, and pink socks. “It’s time to get you ready for your golf game.”
As I sat up Kayko stepped out of the room and returned with the small tray. Again it had a small vase with a single flower in it, a cup of coffee, and an empty bowl.
“Another ‘special’ breakfast for me?” I queried.
“Hy,” replied my black haired goddess as she pick up the bowl and stood up.
Spreading her feet apart she held the bowl between her legs. I could see her naked pussy under her short skirt from my seated position and I watched intently. Kayko must have seen me looking because she used her free hand to lift the front of the skirt to give me an unobstructed view. Slowly her delicate pink lips parted and first one, then two hard boiled eggs slipped out and into the bowl. Kayko then resumed her kneeling position next to me and offered the bowl to me.
“For you,” she said with a big smile on her face.
“Ummmm,” I hummed as I took the bowl from her hand. “There is nothing like fresh eggs straight out of the oven!”
As I munched down the pussy juice coated eggs Kayko prepared my clothes. She laid out my kaki golf slacks, light blue shirt, socks and underwear. I was really enjoying watching Kayko lay out my clothes. Every item laid out gave me a nice view of her naked pussy under her skirt. As she would turn around to get the next item she would look down at me and give me a coy little smile. By the time she was done I had another raging hard on and she knew it. Her small nipples were straining at the pink material of her shirt, sticking out like two marbles on a smooth floor. As I set the bowl down on the tray Kayko walked up to me, stopping a few inches away from my crossed legs. From my seated position her thighs and the bottom hem of her skirt were directly in front of my face. The intoxicating fragrance of her woman scent filled my nose as I took in a deep breath. I leaned forward and brought my hands up the back of her legs, running them up from the tops of her calves to the base of her ass. Goose bumps broke out all over her as my hands slid up her toned legs and pulled her closer to me. Kayko looked down at me as I moved my face in between her legs and began licking at the smooth skin. She lifted her little skirt and spread her feet apart as I drove my tongue into her steaming hot love box. Upon contact with her clit Kayko shuttered really hard and pulled my face hard into her with both hands. I could hear her breath coming in short gasps as I licked and sucked at her hardened little joy nub. I wasn’t satisfied with the results I was getting so I stuck two fingers up into her. This time she let out a very audible gasp accompanied by her fingernails digging into my scalp.
“Oh my god Mike!” she gasped out loud as I began working my fingers in and out of her. Juice began running down my hand and then wrist as Kayko shuttered from my loving attack. “I’m going to cum!”
Hearing that from her was like firing the starting gun at a track and field event. Without a seconds hesitation I scrambled to my feet, leaving my robe behind as I stood. Kayko had no time to react to my movements as I stood up and shoved my cast iron dick straight up into her, lifting her feet off the ground as my legs straightened out. Kayko let out a loud gasp as our pelvic bones smashed together. She quickly wrapped her legs around my back as I grabbed a hold of her waist and instantly began pumping her up and down on my cock like a little toy fuck doll. After 5 or 6 good hard strokes Kayko let out a scream and came all over us. As I slammed her down her juice squirted out from around the sides of my cock and sprayed all over my balls before dripping down to the floor. I was literally trying to fuck her in half! Kayko dug her nails into my back, drawing blood where each painted fingernail pierced my skin.
“Cum in me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, “Fucking cum in me!”
With one last hard thrust I began blasting cum up into her. As the first hot rope hit the back of her pussy she froze in place, her legs putting the death lock from hell on my waist. I arched my back while holding my helpless, impaled goddess firmly on my dick, forcing my dick into the deepest depths of her womanhood. Kaykos’ movements became almost frantic in nature with her hands scratching and clawing at my back, desperately seeking a better grip on the man she had so deeply inside her.
“YES,…YES,…YES…!” she kept repeating as my balls emptied into her. Her frantic clutching was suddenly replaced by a shower of kisses on every last part of my face and neck. “That’s it baby, cum in me,” she breathed heavily in my ear.
I stood like a statue with Kayko mounted on my dick as the throbbing slowly subsided. It felt really good to blast a huge load into her, and she was very glad to receive it. We stood kissing for several minutes as my dick began to soften and slowly slide out of her. When her pussy finally let go of my now limp member I set her down on the floor.
“Thank you Mike,” she said with a bow. “I will keep your gift with me while you play today.”
“Whatever you want my darling,” I replied.
Without a moment’s hesitation Kayko dropped to her knees and licked my dick and balls clean. That, my friends, is full service. As I pulled on my shorts and slacks I looked over at Kayko who was sitting on the floor next to the sleeping mat with her legs wide apart. She looked up at me with a big smile on her face as she happily began stuffing my spare sleeve of golf balls into her pussy one ball at a time.
“What are you doing?” I asked while pulling my shirt over my head.
As Kayko pushed the last golf ball inside she looked up at me and smiled. “You need a caddy, right?” She stood up and straightened out her skirt. “Are you ready?” she asked with a sly grin. “I am.”
Picking up my golf spikes I offered her my arm. “Oh yes…Shall we?”
We piled into the back of the limo for the ride to the country club. This was going to be an interesting day. Kayko sat with her legs crossed and a firm grip on my hand. Occasionally she would look down at the sparkling ring on her finger and smile. I knew she was happy, I could tell by her actions and demeanor. At that moment I could not think of anything that could ruin my day. As we rode in the car Kayko began asking me questions about my game. ‘How long is your drive…How far do you hit your irons…those kinds of things. I guess she was just being thorough. When the car pulled into the parking lot 30 minutes later I was as ready as I was ever going to be. (Especially for someone who was expected to lose)
As the limo door swung open I was greeted by the president of the company. (I am omitting his real name for legal reasons so I will just call him Ito) He bowed and invited me to join him on the driving range for some warm ups. Kayko followed quietly in tow with my golf clubs. I must admit, the place was immaculate! Everything was so trim and so precise, it seemed like it was a dream. With a couple of buckets of balls we headed out onto the practice tees.
“I have some good news for you Mike,” Ito said as he teed up his first ball. “The CEO of the company will not be joining us this morning.”
“How is that good news?” I asked as I hit my first ball with my sand wedge. “I was looking forward to meeting him.”
“She,” he stated while lining up for another strike, “has other duties today.”
“She?” I was now quite puzzled.
“Yes,” he continued, “but the owner of the company will join us when we make the turn. He has some pressing business this morning and said we should start without him.”
I was at a loss. Aside from the fact that this sort of thing just doesn’t happen in the Japanese business world, I was now going to meet the owner of the company! I felt a little flutter of the butterflies in my stomach and sliced my next ball way off into the woods. Fuck! Then I thought for a second. When I considered that I had already negotiated a successful business deal with the company lawyers and the president, meeting the owner would not be any more difficult. My next strike was straight and true.
As we walked up to the #1 tee I yielded first hit to Ito. As he set up and prepared to address the ball I stepped up to Kayko.
“Ball please,” I said as I reached out with my hand toward the hem of her skirt.
Kayko smiled up at me and took one step forward, allowing my hand to slip between her legs. When I felt her trimmed bush brush against the heel of my hand a gooey slick golf ball plopped into my palm. Bringing my hand up from my secret ball stash I inspected the ball and my hand. Both were covered in cum. (A combination of mine and Kaykos)
“So sorry Mike,” Kayko said as she quickly retrieved a towel from my bag and hurriedly cleaned my hand and the ball.
“It’s ok sweetie.” I said as I approached the tee. “It should help the ball fly farther, right?”
Kayko said nothing in reply but stood silently next to my golf bag as I lined up for my shot. I cleared my head and did my best to crush the ball. Straight as an arrow I outdrove Ito by a good 60 yards, leaving myself with an easy approach and maybe a single put. My round was going to be good.
The front 9 went by rather quickly. I won 3 of the 9 and intentionally lost the rest to Ito. It’s easy to lose a hole when you close your eyes when you putt. And an “accidental” hit into a sand trap or two and you can really make things look legitimate. But my day, my game, and my life were about to make a hard right into the surreal. As Ito and I stood waiting for the foursome in front of us to tee off at #10, a voice which sent a cold streak down my spine spoke up.
“Sorry I am late gentlemen, but I had some personal business to take care of this morning.”
In the microsecond that it took my brain to process the voice I spun around.
Ito was already coming up from his bow when he said, “Mike, may I present the owner of the company…”
I did not allow him to finish his sentence as I stood dumbstruck looking at the familiar man.
“Hirito?!?!”
End Pt. 9

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Fantasy

becoming the right hand

this is my first story. there’s a lot of background i didn’ include but this is the only way i could write it, sorry, tips are appreciated.
Terran was nervous.
He had been called to meet with his captain and he knew why. He was not in trouble, he’d had been one of the few men to stand when they had been asked who was willing to do what was necessary to be the captains new right hand.
Terrans captain was different from the rest, he was….odd. To be his right hand you had to abide by his religious beliefs and be his partner as well. He didn’t trust normal warriors enough to let them have a voice come decision making time, he had to trust them on a spiritual level. All of the men knew what this entailed. Which is why only three men rose from their knees and stood at full attention in front of all the others.
Terran had been the one he chose, he told himself this over and over again to calm his nerves. His reasons for standing were mixed. He did want a higher position in the Rat army, but he was also very interested in his captain and his…preferences.
The captains tent loomed before him and he wondered what waited for him behind this curtain, how would his future with the other men be if he accepted the position after their first interview, They would all know what went on between him and his captain behind this curtain. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and pulled the curtain to the side.
The captain was sitting on his knees behind a short table. His long blond hair was loose, Terran had never seen it out of it’s usual braided pony tail. His face really was too beautiful to belong to a man, his lips were soft and pink, his nose was straight and not too long, and his chin was rounded but still strong. Terran would never openly admit it to himself but he was very attracted to his captain.
The captain noticed Terran standing in the door way, staring at him. He gave him a stunning smile and waved him in. Terran walked to his captain and sat down next to him stiffly. The captain turned to him.
“First we’re going to have some tea, and then we will continue with the interview. But before that I have to be sure you fully understand what comes with this position.” The captain said, looking meaningfully into the young warriors eyes.
“I know what you require of your right hands and I’m aware of the way you’re religion works.” Terran said, trying to convince the both of them he was confident and ready for what was coming. The captain smiled again.
“What I ask of my right hands does not come from my religion, it comes from my own self, it comes from my need to be able to completely trust them. My religion is just more accepting than yours. Or the common religion of the warriors, I should say, I don’t know if you actually follow it.” He explained.
“I do, but I’m afraid I’ll have to abandon it for this position.” Terran replied.
“And you’re ready to do that?” The captain asked. Terran nodded.
The two had their tea and made polite conversation. Terran was feeling much more comfortable by the time the captain was ready to proceed.
“You have to assure me that you’re ready for our full interview, because once we start I will not stop.” The captain warned.
“I’m ready, sir.” Terran said bravely, the captain admired it.
The captains hand rose to touch Terran’s’ cheek. He stroked it a few times looking over the young mans face appreciatively. It was lovely, rugged but still smooth with youth. His lips were rough from dessert winds but given some time and proper care they’d soon be full and moist. He stroked the bottom lip and the boys breath caught in his throat. The captain knew from that moment he’d made the right choice. If they boy hadn’t reacted to the tender touches then he was only looking for a better position and couldn’t be trusted.
The captain slid his hand around to the back of the boys head and pulled their faces close together, close enough for their noses to be touching. “I need to stop thinking of him as a boy. He’s not, even if he does seem as innocent as one.” He thought to himself.
“You’re sure you want this?” He asked the young man. Terran nodded quickly.
The captain leaned in and brushed his lips against the boys. He jerked back at first but the captain held his head steady and laid a full kiss on him. He stayed like that until he felt the boy relax slightly, then pushed him farther. He sucked on the boys bottom lip and wrapped his other arm tightly around the boys back. He tensed again and tried to wiggle out of the captains grip. The captain pulled back without releasing him.
“I warned you that I wouldn’t stop once we’ve started, just try and relax. Have you ever been with a woman.?” He asked, the boy shook his head shyly. The captain smiled. “Then I suppose you can’t think of one of them.” he said and went back to sucking on the boys bottom lip.
Eventually the boy did relax. he parted his lips slightly and the captain swooped in. He claimed the boys mouth and gently stroked Terran’s tongue with his own. When the boy started to return the kiss he loosened his grip around his middle, moved his hand farther down, and began to rub they boys hip with his thumb. His hand was still in the boys hair and he used this hand to gently direct him to lay down on the floor.
Terran was still shocked he was in this position at all. His captain was on top of him one hand wrapped in his hair, the other firmly grasping his hip, and his tong was in his mouth. The captains mouth tasted sweet like the tea they’d been drinking and his soft blond hair fell onto Terran’s face in incense perfumed waves. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he wrapped his arms around the older mans neck. The captain smiled into the kiss and moved from the boys mouth to his neck.
The nipping and sucking that followed nearly drove Terran insane, he wanted it to last as long as it could, but he also wanted to move on to what ever was coming next. He’d been so caught up with the trail of fire the captain was leaving along his collar that he hadn’t noticed the captain trying to pull his shirt off. Terran helped him get it the rest of the way off and the captain went right to his nipples. Soon they were erect and sensitive. Every time the captains tongue moved across one of them he had to fight back a moan. Which ever nipple wasn’t in the captains mouth was being stroked lovingly by the hand that was not in Terran’s hair.
The captain pulled away and put his mouth next to Terran’s ear. “We should move to the bed.” he whispered giving the lobe a quick nip. Terran began to stand up but in his disoriented state he apparently wasn’t moving fast enough for the captain, who bent down and picked him up. He laid Terran down on the bed gently, kissing his lips before undressing them both.
He then climbed on top of the young man. Their naked bodies tangled around each other and they lost themselves in a flurry of hot kisses. The captain pulled away again to work his way down. He spared sometime for each nipple and continued down leaving a trail of kisses. Terran’s manhood was standing tall and the captain massaged the skin around the base with his tong while rubbing Terran’s sides and lower stomach.
Terran couldn’t contain his moans now and they fell from his lips one right after the other. The captain kissed his way to the top of Terran’s member and began to lick small circles around the tip. Terran threw his head back in ecstasy. The captain moved on to take the tip wholly into his mouth and ran his tong around it slowly. He got Terran nearly there before stopping. Terran gave him a desperate look, but the captain just smiled and reached for a small gold tin next to his bed.
He laid it down next to his knee and picked up Terran’s legs. He put them onto his shoulders, parted just enough for Terran’s cheeks to stay parted. He picked up the tin and removed the lid.
Inside there was a light green jell that smelled wonderful. The captain took some into his hand and warmed it up before applying it to Terran’s hole. He began by gently massaging the outside of his hole with it and slowly worked with the pucker. Before he went any farther he took some time to admire the small pink thing. It had obviously never been used and was perfect.
He began to work one finger into the hole. Terran squirmed and made small noises of protest. The captain kept going.
“Shh. Just relax and let it in, the more you resist the longer the feeling of wrongness will last. The jelly should take effect soon anyway.” He calmly told His young companion.
Terran tried his hardest to relax but the feeling was just too foreign. But the captain was right, soon the jelly began to tingle warmly and he felt his muscles relax.
The captains finger went in slowly and he moved it around to open him up a little. After he felt that the jelly was taking effect inside too he began putting in a second finger and Terran moaned loudly. When he got it in he began to work with Terran’s hole again drawing another moan from him.
Terran felt his hole stretch with the addition of the second finger, with the help of the jelly it felt amazing right off the bat. He’d been told by a warrior that knew the captains last right hand that it was suppose to hurt the first few times you tried this type of sex. But it didn’t hurt, it was amazing. When the third finger slipped in Terran felt he was going to die if he didn’t soon have the captain himself in him, he’d never been so desperate for anything before.
“Captain, please I don’t-ah- I don’t think I can take this much longer, you need to-to, do what you’re going to do.” He begged.
“i will, but I need to make sure you can take it.” He said smiling at the boy. Terran couldn’t find the words he wanted to say so he settled for moaning again.
After a few more moments of torture the captain decided it was time to let the boy have what he wanted, and too fulfill himself as well.
He took a small amount of the jelly into his hand and applied in liberally to himself. He grabbed Terran’s hips and lined everything up. At first he teased the boy by prodding him but never entering. Finally, after listening to the boys desperate whimpers, he began to slowly push himself into the tight hole.
Terran’s mouth flew open as his hole stretched to accommodate the captains large member.
He didn’t even moan, he couldn’t. This, this hurt and he now understood why the captain wanted him ready. His manhood was very thick and long, Terran wasn’t sure he could take it all. But after it was all in he was able to take a breath and close his mouth. He was settling into the fullness, the pain faded away. suddenly he didn’t want the fullness to go away. But then the captain started to move, in and out, slowly and with precision. Every time he moved back into Terran he hit a spot that sent waves of pleasure shooting through his body.
The slow pace was pleasant, but the captain was having a hard time not shoving into the boy with all of his strength. He looked at they boys face which was twisted in pleasure; his mouth hung open and he was panting heavily, he moaned continuously. The captain decided to throw his control to the wind and pulled out until only the tip was in and rammed himself into the young boy as hard as he could. Terran yelled and the captain stopped.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, panting. Terran shook his head.
“No, keep going.” he panted.
The captain started to ram into him again, still hitting that spot. He was moaning loudly and wished he could do something to stop it, he was sure everyone could hear him. The captain on the other hand wasn’t making any noise except for a few labored breaths. He caught Terran staring at him and the locked eyes.
“You were the perfect choice, Terran.” the captain said, puffing after each word. He then grabbed Terran’s manhood and began to pump up and down in time with his thrusts. The combination was enough to set Terran off. He came long and hard, covering his stomach in white strings.
It only took a few more thrusts for the captain after seeing the boys face screwed up in orgasm. He gave a few more thrusts as he was cumming inside this lovely young boy, yes he had chosen right.
Terran felt the warmth shooting out of the captain fill his hole and loved it. The captain pulled out, leaving him empty, and wiped them both clean before crawling up next to Terran and pulling him into his arms.
He was worn out, it was his first time after all, and soon Terran was asleep in his captains arms. He brushed the curly dark hair out of they boys face and kissed his sweaty cheek before settling down to sleep himself.
“I’ll have to remember to tell him to call me Ren from now on.” he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

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Diary

A Platonic Relationship, Chapter 02

Marcella Henry has discovered that the sentient computer she watches over at night can do more than just calculations. She has also discovered that it sexually satisfies her in a way she didn’t think was possible. Is it time to take that relationship to the next level?

Fiction

The Cove Ch 1 (Revised)

There is a Cove in the old lava rock on the island of Oahu. The girls from UH would come sun bathe there on the weekdays, when most of the local residents were at work. Many of them would remove their bikini tops and lay out on the rocks tanning. Some of them realized they were being watched.

Fiction

Broken Birds, Part 34, Kelly

Part 34
Kelly
Tim took a personal interest in Janet, having seen the spark of humanity blossom in her eyes. She reminded him of Beth.
He tracked Jack down. As expected, Jack was a total fuck up. He’d been disciplined four times in the last year. The town near his base had suffered a series of rapes with similar patterns. Jack was a suspect, but the girls wouldn’t testify. No DA would take such a case to trial, so the police waited.
Tim made some calls. Rapists escalate. If Jack were the rapist, he’d rape again. And there would be no question of a victim refusing to testify.
Jack celebrated. It was Friday night. He’d gotten a 48-hour pass. He knew it was probably a mistake since he was on the sergeant’s shit list, but he had it in his pocket. He knew he was a suspect in the rapes, but these hicks didn’t have the resources or brains to catch him.
He headed for the local pub.
A young girl with long flowing blonde hair sat crying on the bus bench outside the base gate. He sat beside her. She was about 5’5”, slender with B cup tits and delicate features.
“Something wrong?”
“Oh, it’s a boyfriend thing,” she said sniffling. She looked to be about 16-years old, “I’m just not ready yet.” She started to cry.
Jack put his arm around her, “It’ll be OK.”
Her name was Kelly.
Jack believed has luck had definitely changed. Blond, virgin, small frame. She was just his type. ‘I’m glad you saved your cherry for me,’ he thought.
They boarded the bus. He sat beside her. She didn’t seem to mind.
“I haven’t eaten since breakfast. My family’s out of town and my cell is dead.”
She began crying again.
“Why don’t we stop and get you some food. I could take you home. We could even get take out if you don’t want to be seen with me.”
“I really love my boyfriend. If he saw me with you, he’d split.”
“Well, it sounds like take out is the best idea.”
Jack was on a roll. This was too good to be true! Jack should have listened to the big head.
They got take out and walked to her home. It sat almost a quarter of a mile back from the road. Perfect!
Once inside, Jack locked the door.
He grabbed her, “Kelly thanks for saving your cherry for me.”
“No!” Kelly cried, “Please no.”
He held her from behind with one hand while his other ripped her blouse.
“Please no,” she pled, “I’m a virgin!”
“For maybe five minutes, you little bitch,” he felt the power course through focusing on his manhood, “and I’m gonna record it, so if you ever go to the cops, it’ll be all over the Internet. Of course, I’ll edit it to show you’re a whore. How will your boyfriend feel then?”
“Stop, oh God, please stop.”
He ripped her bra off, her young breasts bounced freely.
“I’m gonna make you suck me after I pop your cherry. Go ahead and fight. I’ll make it hurt more. I’m gonna rape you no matter what.”
A little red light started blinking in the stereo speaker. The signal that they had enough.
She slammed her heel into his foot with ferocious force. His grip loosened. Her elbow smashed his nose. Her other foot slammed down. Jack howled in pain, falling back, taking Janet with him. She slammed her head back into his broken nose. He released her, but tried to get up to grab her.
She launched herself into a standing position. She landed a vicious kick directly into his balls. He screamed in agony, his body collapsing into a fetal position.
He reached for his gun in an ankle holster. He pulled it, clearly intent on killing Kelly.
Police crashed through the door as Kelly kicked his face, snapping his head to the side. His world went black.
He could see the white ceiling. He couldn’t feel his hands or feet. He couldn’t move his head. His world was the orbit of his eyes. He opened his mouth to groan, but no sound came out. He recognized the sound of a machine. It was breathing for him.
His face hurt. That bitch broke his nose.
He heard someone enter the room. A kindly old face came into view.
“Good. You’re awake.” He said with a professional smile. He examined the halo that held Jack’s head still. Then he stuck thin pins in all Jack’s extremities. No reaction.
The doctor took a deep breath.
“Jack you have a broken neck and a spinal cord lesion. We’ll have to wait for the swelling to go down, but I don’t want you to get your hopes too high. You may have tetraplegia, sometimes called quadriplegia.”
Two days later two detectives came to his room. Based on Kelly’s tape, they’d searched Jack’s computer and found videos of other rapes. Jack was charged with five counts of aggravated rape and one of attempted rape.
Two weeks later, the doctors confirmed that Jack would never walk again and would have limited mobility in only one arm. He would never again use his penis. He would spend the rest of his life in a prison hospital bed.
Kelly Simpson who looked 16 was actually 24 and a world champion in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. She became a household name and heroine. Her martial arts training facility boomed. She also became a target.
Tim called Michael and explained his problem. “She’s turned out to be a great kid. As soon as she heard about the rapes, she volunteered. She kept waiting for Jack to give up after she shattered his feet. He kept going and finally pulled a gun. She broke his neck. Now she’s getting death threats for protecting herself.”
“You want to send her here?”
“At least until things die down. I explained everything to her and she really would like to go. She wants to meet the harem, particularly Janet.”
“I’ll talk to the girls.”
Michael gathered the girls, including Becka and Sandy on the pool deck. Janet despised her brother, so familial love would not prevent the invitation. He explained.
“Tim’s afraid one of these assholes will put a bullet in her.” He said quietly.
“Jack got what he deserved,” Janet said, the image of the five of them gangbanging her still played in her mind at night, “so if you’re worried about me being hurt, forget it. He made me a whore.”
Alice winced inside. So did Michael.
Beth enthusiastically endorsed bringing Kelly to the compound. It was unanimous.
Michael called Tim, “Make it happen, but with disguises. She’s pretty well known now.”
“Done and done.”
Four days later, she arrived, happy to be free of the Afghani clothing.
Beth met her in Melbourne and flew with her to Brisbane. Kelly had an amazing memory. She’d memorized everything Tim had given her. Unknown to her, Beth shared that trait.
They chatted a bit before coming to the critical questions.
“Does Janet hate me for paralyzing Jack?” Kelly asked.
“I’m sure Tim told you, Jack raped her and turned her out to his friends. She was the first to invite you,” Beth paused, “Unfortunately, she also thinks she’s a worthless whore.”
Kelly sighed audibly. Tim had told her Beth was beyond honest. She’d also seen the photos of Beth after her horrific rape … and the damage she’d inflicted on her attackers.
“You want to talk about the elephant in the room?” Beth asked kindly.
“What are you talking about?”
“Why you’re really here,” Beth said softly.
“I thought Tim might find it. My Mom buried the records, but I figured he’d keep digging,” she said sadly, knowing the nightmares would come again.
Beth held up a hand. “Only what you want to tell. We know, so if it hurts to talk about it, wait until we get home.”
Kelly sighed. “If you already know, there’s no point in pretending. I’m like you. I was gang raped when I was 14,” she started to sob in Beth’s arms.
In the helicopter, finally free of the afghan costumes, Beth whispered to Kelly. “We usually go to the lap pool when people arrive. If my dad asks if you can swim, he’s going to throw you in the pool. Don’t hurt him,” Beth giggled.
Kelly smiled warmly.
Her arrival was understated. Michael, Alice and Janet waited for the blades to stop. Kelly exited first, followed by Beth. Beth took Kelly’s hand and led her to them.
Janet hugged her close, “I wish I had your skills,” Janet said sadly, “maybe things would have been different.”
Alice took over. “Kelly, you must be exhausted. Would you like to rest or perhaps swim?”
Michael saw amusement in Kelly’s eyes. He knew his daughter. Kelly was waiting to be thrown in the pool. He began to alter his plan.
Kelly entered the enormous room that housed the lap pool, hand in hand with Alice. Kelly wore a simple, blue one-piece bathing suit; her pale skin and fair coloring seemed to sparkle.
The pool deck was filled with laughter. Only Becka and Sandy were absent. Michael signaled the nannies to take his children, leaving only the harem and Kelly.
“Okay guys, let’s strip!” he yelled as he started to lower his trunks.
“Daddy!” Beth yelled as Michael turned his back, about to shirk his trunks.
He spun around, seeing the shock in their eyes, “Gottcha!”
It broke the ice. The children returned.
“Payback’s a bitch,” Beth threatened, “I think Kelly was about to run.”
Michael waved Kelly over, “Honey were you about to run away?”
“No way, Uncle Mike, you know me!”
Beth blinked. Simpson. There’d been a Richard “Dick” Simpson on Michael’s team. He’d been killed on the final operation of Michael’s military career.
“Jesus Christ!” Beth blurted. She pulled Kelly into an urgent embrace. They’d shared a crib more than two decades ago!
Beth waived Kat over. “Kelly’s my crib mate. Kelly, this is Kat, the love of my life.”
They hugged. Kat was definitely a hugger.
Kelly went back to Michael, “Uncle Mike, help me, PLEASE. I hurt so bad.”
Kelly looked into those changeable eyes. Whatever she saw soothed her soul. Exhaustion claimed her.
Kelly wakened alone in a dark room. She mentally beat back the demons. The clock said 6:05 AM. She sighed, disoriented, but hungry.
She showered donned a thick, luxurious terrycloth robe and quietly opened the door. She saw a light in the kitchen and walked to it.
Michael sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hand. She nearly ran to him.
Kelly’s father died before her memory started recording. Over the years, she came to think of Michael as a father. Until the last seven years, he had always been there for her and her mother, despite her mother’s hate. Then he and Beth disappeared.
When Tim approached her to trap Jack, he told her that Michael was alive and could help. In her mind, “Uncle Mike” would help her heal. When she saw Beth’s video, she knew she had to come.
She poured a cup of coffee and joined him.
“Been a while, Honey,” he said with typical understatement.
“Mike, I’ve missed you so much. After Dad died, you helped us so much. Then you disappeared. I was so angry. Now I understand. You had to run to protect Beth.”
“I’m sorry Honey. I knew nothing about the rape. I never would have left if I had known. What about your mother?”
“She’s gone. She never got over Dad’s death,” she said, seeing him wince. She reached for his hands.
“Michael, I need you, Beth and your family. I’m tired of being damaged goods. It’s been ten years and I still can’t let it go.” She started to cry.
“Will you give me some time?”
“To do what?”
“To give you back your life.”
“How’re you going to do that?”
“With our love and your courage. It won’t be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. First thing is to look to the future, to something you desperately want. Put that image in your brain as a reward for the pain you’ll have to go through.”
That reached her. Kelly placed her body, heart and soul in his hands.
She remembered her father’s last letter. He told them to trust Michael because Michael didn’t know how to fail. She hoped her Dad was right.
Kelly submitted to Jennifer’s physical examination. Kelly had never been comfortable with doctors.
Jennifer explained the results to Kelly.
“You’ve got an STD in your uterus, probably Gonorrhea. It’s been there quite a while. We’re going to put you on an aggressive regimen of antibiotics, but some damage may have already been done.”
“You also need surgery to repair the damage from the rape. You have a lot of scarring.”
Kelly listened, but really was not that interested. Michael would take care of her.
Kelly had surgery ten days later. Her diseases had been killed, but the damage had been done. Kelly would never carry a child, though one ovary still functioned.
Alice and Kelly spent several harrowing days reliving her attack. Like Beth’s attack, the rape had been planned. Unfortunately for Kelly, the attackers were far more adept.
She’d just finished showering after volleyball practice. She’s stayed to practice her serving with her coach, so she showered alone. A sixth sense made her uneasy as she walked to her locker, a towel wrapped around her body.
She felt two cold prongs on her back and an explosion of pain. She collapsed as her legs spasmed. She tried to scream. A foul smelling cloth was shoved in her mouth. A hood fit snugly over her head. Hands forced her arms behind her. She felt the padded cuffs click closed on her wrists.
Someone picked her up and tossed her 100-pound frame over his shoulder.
After a time, she began to regain muscle control. She was dumped on a padded surface. She tried to rise. The two prongs touched her pussy. She screamed an inhuman scream into the rag and collapsed again, her mind reeling in the universe of pain those two little prongs delivered.
When she regained conscious thought, she was totally restrained. Her legs were spread wide. Her ankles were secured with padded anklets that were tied to something very sturdy. She was bent forward over some kind of bar with padding between her pelvis and the bar. Another bar ran through the crook of her elbows. Her arms were secured under her waist.
Then it hit her. Uneven parallel bars in the gym!
The bag covering her head was removed. A flashlight shone directly into her eyes as a thick blindfold was pulled over her sight. Someone pulled her hair into a ponytail, deftly working an elastic band.
Earphones covered her hearing. A distorted voice said, “If you scream…” she felt the two metal prongs on her labia.
The rag was pulled from her mouth. “Open wide,” the distorted voice said.
She opened her mouth. They inserted a metallic device intended to keep dental patient’s mouths open. They adjusted it and then she felt it secured beneath her ponytail.
Someone smeared warming gel along her dry slit, gradually working it into her sheath.
A wet cock smelling of a woman’s intimate juices shoved into her mouth, “Suck it good …. “ She felt the prongs on her nipple and breast.
A hand grabbed her ponytail and began to force her head to bob on the cock. A woman’s hand pinched her nostrils closed, forcing her to try to push the invader out of her mouth with her tongue. She felt the long fingernails. She heard a distorted moan.
Another female hand gently spread her inner lips, smearing them with lubricant. Kelly writhed in protest, but could do little to protect her inner doorway. She felt something soft and spongy, yet hard at the entrance to her sex.
“You’re not going to enjoy this as much as I am,” the distorted voice laughed.
She felt him grip the bar on either side of her ass.
He thrust forward with incredible brutality and violence, ripping though her hymen. On the second stroke, his cock slammed against her cervix. Her tunnel clung to the invading shaft, muscles desperately trying to adjust. Her delicate unprepared walls were ripped and chaffed raw.
She screamed, opening her throat. The shaft in her mouth went through that doorway, spewing his seed directly into her stomach. Another cock entered her mouth.
The man behind shot string after string of his cum against her cervix.
Another man replaced him. He shaft was larger, tearing her sheath further. He came inside her.
Another man shoved into her bloody pussy, but pulled out before cumming. He shoved his cock into her mouth and came. She couldn’t spit or swallow, so his bloody semen dripped out her mouth.
A table was placed under her head. She smelled female aroma. Someone lifted her head by her ponytail. When they released it, her mouth was on very wet, smelly labia.
“Lick her,” the distorted voice ordered as she felt the two prongs against her breast.
She stuck her tongue out and began to lick. Impatient, the mouth device was removed. The girl pulled Kelly’s mouth hard to her pussy.
Someone smeared lubricant around her asshole. A lubed finger poked through. Someone inserted a small tube into her ass. She felt lubricant coat her inner walls. She knew what was coming, so she tried to relax her sphincter.
She felt the cock at her sphincter and the hands gripping the exercise bar.
He thrust his cock forward with inhuman brutality, using the added leverage of the bar. With no time to stretch, her sphincter ripped apart.
She felt she had been ripped in two. Darkness took her.
She awoke on the floor of the shower. Her mother took her to the hospital, but she’d been douched several times and cleaned thoroughly. There would be no forensic evidence. The gymnastic equipment had been taken down and stored.
They repaired the worst of the damage in the ER, but told her to go to a specialist for further repairs. She never went.
Three weeks later when Kelly returned to school she found a note.
“If you keep talking to the cops, your sister’s next.”
She showed it to her mother. The only man she could think of who could help was Michael. And she hated Michael for Dick’s death.
They decided to cover it up and live with the pain.
Kelly knew her attackers, but never told. Two girls had been furious with her because she’d started to date a boy they liked.
Years later she read that one of the boys had been killed in Iraq. The coach was arrested for statutory rape of another little girl, but beat the charges. Both girls who had helped found normal lives of mediocrity. She lost track of the other boys.
She tried to trust men, and failed. She tried to trust women, and failed. She poured all her sexual energy into her training. She’d turned to marshal arts, determined to never allow anyone to hurt her again.
She had to let go of the hate or it would have consumed her. Somehow, she had never been able to let go of the pain.
Though she would never know, Tim was nearly apoplectic when he discovered Kelly’s rape just prior to her encounter with Jack.
Within a year, most of them were roasting in hell.

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