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When I was 35, I lived right on Venice Beach in Los Angeles, overlooking Muscle Beach and the White Men Can’t Jump basketball courts. My neighborhood was a frequent location for movies, and for television shows like Baywatch. Despite the frenetic and bizarre activity going on all along the tourist-filled boardwalk, depression and social withdrawal had made me very reclusive. When the money ran low and I had to get out of my cave to find a job, I found one at a small bar in a hotel just a few blocks away in Marina del Rey, the legendary singles locale in LA ever since it was created from wetlands a generation earlier. The “World’s Largest Man-made Yacht Marina” boasted 10,000 boats, thousands of inexpensively-made but expensively-priced apartments, dozens of restaurants and countless bars that all served as meeting places for horny singles, and more than a few horny marrieds.
Bartending might seem an unlikely occupation for a reclusive, withdrawn depression-sufferer. But the clarity of the roles made it easier for me: I pour/you drink, I flirt/you tip. The difficult interactions with complete strangers were made easier by the presence of the long mahogany barrier that existed between me and the customers. The customers came and went at fairly predictable intervals, none lingering too long, and I could keep up with the best of them in repartee, banter and travel experience. And a big factor in choosing a singles bar in which to work was that I was horny, very horny. It had been months since anything but my own hands and a favorite toy had touched me anywhere interesting. My mouth was so hungry for cock or pussy that I started salivating every time I thought about what I would desperately like it to be doing later.
On this Friday night the hotel in which the bar was located was filled with a small convention of retail store managers, and many of them drifted in before or after dinner with their colleagues. Now all that remained were a half dozen “locals” who were trying to figure out the new bartender—a fairly attractive blonde in a red faux-leather mini-skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse that was so sheer that her prominent nipples poked through with nearly every move I made. What was not obvious was that I was wearing nothing at all under the miniskirt, something that one would only discover by groping me inappropriately—and I was hoping desperately to be groped inappropriately.
One of the locals, a cute, little dirty-blonde named Debbie, was perplexed. She proudly announced that she had blown every bartender who’d ever worked at the bar—right there behind the bar. Her companion for the evening, a charming but hard-drinking pilot named Al, who made one want to avoid his airline, was egging her on, saying she had to do it. And I was offering neither resistance nor encouragement to help her dilemma, an expressionless half-smile that added to her confusion. Four other locals were weighing in on the topic: out of work actor Tony, who seemed to be attached to the lovely, young, redheaded sometime-hooker Katie; and boat builder Darren, who was hovering around the buxom, brunette Sandy, who seemed to be the most reserved of the group.
I was pretty sure that I would have sex with any one of them—hell, maybe with all of them at once—if they’d approached me in the right way, but I was less than a week into the new job and didn’t want to jeopardize it by hooking up with anyone too obviously or too soon. I was horny, but I was also trying to be a little bit practical.
I was at the other end of the bar, near the wide entrance from the hotel lobby, when my attention was first diverted, then riveted, by the sight of a tall brunette walking toward the bar, backlit so that the only view was of long legs, and long, dark hair gone slightly wild. The woman stopped at the entrance and turned around as though looking for companions in the lobby. My jaw dropped and I stopped working as I saw that the woman was not only tall and slim, but also wore exceptionally tight designer jeans wrapped snugly around a magnificently shaped ass that made the curve from thighs to hip to waist a downright erotic experience.My God, she just has to come in here. What can I do?
“Um, excuse me, Miss, can I help you?” I called to her. She turned toward the bar again and suddenly materialized in front of me. I have no memory of how she got there. All I knew was that I was facing a beautiful, wild, green-eyed sexual animal who was making me warm and wet and nervous and excited. As usual, the most obvious reactions came from my now-extremely-erect nipples, whose full shape could be seen through the translucent material of my blouse. I had to say something. What?
“Hi, I’m Gay,” I said as I held out my right hand. She took it, shook it and held it gently for a moment too long, sending electric charges up my arm and into all the parts of me that were already racing in fifth gear.
“You’re gay?” she asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
That I was bisexual was not in doubt, but it was always a spur of the moment thing usually fueled by a few too many drinks and a proposition I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t have enough confidence in my gaydar to ever initiate an encounter, just to make myself very, very available. I wanted to scream, I’m queer as a three-dollar bill and I want to you to fuck me right here, right now! Instead, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said with what I hoped was a warm, inviting smile:
“My name is Gay, and you are?”
“Sonia. I’m Sonia.” She drew out the first syllable and her pursed lips looked invitingly kissable.
“Well, Sonia-with-a-long-sexy-O, what can I get you?” I wanted to tell her that I was the best thing on the menu, that she could get a to-go order.
“Coke would be nice.”
“I don’t think that’s been on the menu here since the ‘80s,” I replied, hoping I could coax a smile from that beautiful, intense face.
“Coca-Cola will be fine,” she said, smiling broadly with the mouth I wanted to kiss me, her green eyes twinkling with delight.
“Nothing stronger?” I wanted her drunk so that maybe she would think me worthy of her obvious sexual energy.
“No, afraid not. That’s off-limits for me.”
“Good that you know that. The only difficult part of this job is dealing with people who shouldn’t be drinking. It makes me sad.” I drew her Coke into the finest tall crystal glass I could find, added a splash of Rose’s Lime Juice and garnished it with a section of lime. I wanted to dip a nipple into it, offer her a taste and ask her if I could pour—pour it all over me!
“That’s on the house.” And so am I!
“You treat all the hotel guests that way?” Oh my God she is staying here! I want desperately to be her midnight snack, her room service, her breakfast in bed.
“Only the special ones, and Sonia, you are one of the very special ones.” Oh shit, I hope I didn’t overdo it. I wish the hell I knew what I was doing. I’m a nervous wreck. I’ve got to do something. We’ve been staring into one another’s eyes for the seconds, minutes, hours or however long it had been since she sat down at my bar.
“I think I’ll put on some CDs and maybe those folks’ll start dancing, and maybe even leave.” I nodded toward the half-dozen people closely huddled at the other end of the bar.
The music came up and, sure enough, the three couples at the other end of the bar ambled out onto the dance floor.
“So, do those sell a lot of drinks?” What the hell was she saying? Oh, I see, she’s staring at my nipples. Oh god, they give me away very time. Maybe that’s good. Oh shit, maybe it isn’t.
“I don’t know about selling drinks, but they seem to attract tips pretty well.” I wanted to raise my hand high and jump up and down like a school kid with the answer, to yell, Choose me, choose me!
“Are they always that long?” Oh God, she’s talking about my nipples, my best feature, my best friends!
“Um, well, they’re always kinda poky, but they’re appear to have some extra incentive just now.” She smiled again! A beautiful smile that lit up her face and mischievous green eyes, a face framed by that long brown hair. A few strands, wildly out of place, ran across her forehead and down her smooth cheeks before settling into a contrast with the denim off-white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down her chest. Because the fabric was so thick, very little showed, but it was obvious that her breasts were large and low slung—which meant they were real—I love real boobs!
“Can I see them?” She wants to see them! See them? Hell, she can suck on them until sunrise! But I can’t just take off my blouse with other customers here, even if they are sexually liberated. What to do?
“Why don’t we dance?” My suggestion took me by surprise, and her, too, but she broke into a grin and stood. I came out from behind the bar undoing buttons and when we met to figure out who would lead, I pulled my blouse open and fell against her chest. Until this point I didn’t know she was wearing cowboy boots—hell, I didn’t even know she had feet; she just moved from the entrance to my bar as an apparition, an animal on the prowl. Oh, I hope so much she’s an animal on the prowl for me. With me in cute little sport-shoe sandals, she was at least four inches taller and her large, low slung breasts met my little nipple holders as we embraced.
“Now, open your blouse, too.” My voice was noticeably husky even to me as I stared into her eyes and dared her to reciprocate.
“In public, right here? They’re a little floppy, ya know. If you spin me, someone could get hurt.” I laughed and our eyes met again and I did it, I actually did it. I started to unbutton her blouse as we swayed to the sweet, soft music, hardly dancing, just bringing our bodies together.
“Well, if they look like they’re getting out of control, I’ll just have to grab ‘em.” She laughed at that, tossing her head back, her wild brown hair flying. She’s playing with me; oh my God, I want her to play with me in so many ways.
When I had her shirt unbuttoned, I pulled it open and held her close, and we both looked down to check one another out. My little 34Bs with the pencil-eraser nipples, her large 34Cs with big, smooth areolas that I wanted to touch and kiss and lick, succulent little buttons at the center of each that made my mouth water.
I have no idea whatsoever how long we clung to one another, but I do know that our hands explored as much as they could reach while we embraced breast to breast, our open blouses keeping our nakedness at least somewhat private between us. I do know that she wore no panties at all and I know she now knew that I wore none under my mini skirt. The music ended and we each buttoned one strategic button mid-torso and returned to our places—me behind the bar, she in her seat in front of me. I buttoned a few more buttons and went to the other end of the bar to refresh the drink of the half-dozen remaining customers.
When I returned to Sonia, she asked:
“Got any bar snacks?”
“Oh, sure, Sonia. Sorry.” Filling a clean bowl with the dry, salty snacks, I put it in front of her. I loved saying her name, a name I now associated with wild animal sexuality.
“I was thinking something less dry, maybe even wet.” She arched an eyebrow impishly. I blushed. I flushed. I gushed. I was completely kerfluffled.
“Hop up on the bar and sit facing me,” she said, not asking but not exactly commanding either, just stating the obvious. Oh my god, she wants me! Without giving it a second thought, I jumped up on the bar and slid forward, my legs dangling over her side of the bar. I spread my legs and presented her with a full view of a naked dripping-wet pink pussy. I was so glad I had shaved before coming to work. I braced myself with one hand on the bar, and used the other to play with her long, wild, brown hair, to touch her neck, her cheek, her chin, her lips. She moved slowly, tantalizingly forward, planting random kisses on either of my inner thighs. She was an inch from my wet sex and I knew that at any moment her tongue would find my slit.
Instead she moved her head up my body and boldly suckled on my erect nipples, sending jolts of electricity to my already wet pussy. How could she possibly know that my nipples are my best features, my best friends; that they are so sensitive that I can sometimes come when they are licked and sucked? She licked and sucked and nibbled my sensitive buds to a rosy redness, and finally I managed to huskily whisper:
“I’ll give you a half-hour to cut that out.”
She had another idea, and it wasn’t a bad one at all. Her mouth dove back down toward my dripping pussy and hovered in front of it as though waiting a tantalizing moment before attacking.
But she teased me again, using a hand to move lightly just across the tips of my inflamed outer lips and using her breath to stimulate my hypersensitive sex. I bucked up against her, but she eluded my thrusts, until finally she touched me with her tongue, lightly, just tickling me. Fingers found my lips and gently began to pry them apart, then her tongue began to lap up the juices I was secreting as she swirled her tongue all around my clit, time after time. I was on fire. I was wet; no, I was literally dripping wet, sitting in a pool of my own juices. With those first few touches I was already near orgasm, so excited was I by this woman who had so completely overwhelmed me. I was completely, but delightfully, out of control.
“Fuck me, Sonia,” I pleaded, unnecessarily, for she had just thrust two fingers into me and was further energizing me by moving them in and out rhythmically. Her thumb circled the o-ring of my anus teasingly and her tongue eagerly lapped up every bit of juice I produced. She traced lines on either side of my swollen clit, daring it to grow more, to emerge from its hooded hiding place. She sucked on my pussy lips and pulled them apart.
My free hand found one of my nipples, and twisted it and pulled it and pinched it to the limits of its tolerance. Miraculously, Sonia used her free hand to treat the other nipple identically. How could she know so much about my body? In one sense there was a mind-boggling jumble of activity all aimed at producing a giant orgasm that I could already feel beginning in my extremities and moving toward my center. In another sense I could feel every single thing that was happening to me, and I wanted to scream
or laugh
or cry
or erupt in the most amazing orgasm of my life.
Sensing how close I was, Sonia accelerated her manual fucking, and thrust her face against my sex; her face must be covered with my juice. At last her tongue made direct contact with my clit and my climax burst forth from deep within, convulsion after convulsion completely absorbing my every nerve ending. I put a hand in my mouth and bit it to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. My body had turned dark pink in one giant blush, or flush. And my sex creamed Sonia’s face with a gushing of my love juices. The waves continued and she seemed determined that her tongue feel every undulation. Thoroughly sated at last, I fell back onto the top of the bar.
As I began to regain my bearings and opened one eye to try to recall where I was, Sonia grabbed my face and pulled me back up to her. We exchanged a long, slow, wet kiss. When I tasted myself on her mouth, I expanded my licks and kisses to the rest of her come-covered face. At last, fully realizing where I was, I looked around, and the six patrons of the bar broke into applause. And I broke into an even darker blush.
“Oh, shit,” was my eloquent response. Then, I thought, the hell with them and I looked into Sonia’s eyes and said, “Thank you, Sonia. Thank you so much.” And gave her a tongue kiss that pleaded for more.
“Thank you, Gay, for the nice bar snack,” Sonia replied. “You’re so sweet I could just eat you up.”
“I think you just did,” I smiled.
The first of the spectators to speak was Debbie. “I’m glad I didn’t try it. I never, ever could have done that as well as Sonia did.” She looked a little disappointed, so I winked at her to let her know that I might let her try.
“Oh my God, it must be closing time,” I said as reality began to intrude on my reverie.
“Well past,” Debbie told me. “We’ve closed up the bar; you just need to drop your money. We’ve done this before for bartenders whose minds—and, um, other things—were elsewhere.”
I turned to Sonia with a boldness I rarely felt and said, “I’m hungry.”
“For what?” she asked coyly, batting her long eyelashes.
“For you! Your place or mine?”
“My place is right around the corner—103.”
I grabbed the money in the till, put it in a bag and dropped it into the safe without counting it. I came around the bar, grabbed Sonia by the hand and we strode out of the bar, destination very clear in both our minds. Within a half-dozen steps, we’d released hands and each fondled the other’s closest butt cheek as we continued our short walk to what we knew would be even greater sexual adventures.
Even through my lust-stoked sexual haze, I realized that I was going to love this bartending gig.
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The Way it is Now CH4

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Filled, ch 3

Scott opened his eyes to see Tiana sleeping peacefully next to him, her head resting comfortably on his arm. The sun streamed across her hair and lit the highlights with golden flames.
“What a nice thing to say.” Tiana thought to him, opening her eyes and smiling. She realized what had happened, remembering her training, and understood that Scott hadn’t spoken aloud. He was broadcasting his thoughts. She screamed as loudly as she could, in her mind, shrieking silently as shrilly as she could. She saw him wince, and felt his mind flex a shield into place. “There.” she thought to herself, satisfied.
His eye widened as he realized that he now had new powers, new abilities, and kept the flex in his mind going, letting it become an unconscious part of him. The alarm clock went off on the bed stand next to his head, and instead of reaching out with his hand, he almost could “see” the snake of though reach out of his mind and push the snooze button.
“Really?” she thought aloud, letting him hear her thoughts with a projection. “How far can you reach?” Her training wasn’t really practice per se; she was just introduced to the concepts of what might be possible.
“What do you mean?” he asked her, thinking the words to her. She winced, letting him know that he was a little too loud. “You mean like this?” The volume was much better as he opened the window with another tendril of power.
“Better.” she thought back to him. “But how far can you reach? Hardly anyone gets kinetics. Most just get ‘pathed, like me.”
“Pathed?” he thought to her. “What’s that mean?”
“Telepathy.” she answered. “But you just showed Telekinetics, which hardly anyone can do. How far does your ability reach? You can move things in the room with you. Can you move anything outside?”
“Let me see.” he smiled, speaking aloud for the first time. He sat up and looked out the window.
This early in the morning, not much was happening outside in the neighborhood. The kid who delivered papers was riding his bike this way, he noted.
A couple houses, and two thrown papers later, and he pulled up in front of Scott’s house, stopping to transfer more papers from the saddlebags behind the seat to the basket on the handlebars. He took one and heaved it towards the steps, but Scott caught it with his mind and directed it to the window.
His control still needed a little work, so his aim was off. The paper crashed into the glass of the upper window, instead of coming through the open lower half. The pane didn’t break, but the crash made a loud noise.
Scott chuckled as he heard the kid curse loudly, and fired another paper onto the porch, where it belonged.
“Don’t just leave it out there; pick it up!” Tiana scolded as the kid rode off. Scott reached out with his mind, and even though he could not see the paper directly, being on the ground; he was still able to pick it up and float it to his hand.
“You did it.” Tiana said breathlessly, aloud. “Scott, you can manipulate things that are out of your sight!”
“I guess that’s cool.” he shrugged. “Is that better than just being able to move them?”
“It means you can see with your power.” she said. “Not everyone gets that.”
“If I can do it, you can do it.” he thought to her, then relaxed the flex and sent out a tendril towards her, touching her mind with it, and letting her see through his perspective.
“You… I…”’ she whispered, seeing how far she could flow him outward. They went out his window, around the corner, and across the yard. She went in through her own window, (which was closed) and saw her mother and Jerasen laying naked together, asleep on her bed.
“She Filled him herself.” Tiana whispered. “She did it herself, because I wasn’t there… In my bed! She Filled him herself. What about…” Tiana slipped the narrow thread of thought deeper into her house, down the hall and into her parents room. There, she found her father and Jerasen’s mother entangled in sleep. She wondered why none of them had made themselves known last night in the Grove.
“Are you done driving me around?” Scott asked aloud, dryly. “You know, for someone who was a virgin last night, you sure are quite the pervert. Peeping on your parents, giving yourself as a sex slave…”
Tiana’s perspective came rushing back into herself, and she was very much looking out from right behind her eyeballs once more. She almost felt claustrophobic in her own body.
“No, I wasn’t…” she protested weakly, but he smirked knowingly at her. “I was just…”
“Yes?” he prodded.
“Never mind.” she said. “Let’s talk about the sex slave part.”
“Oh, yes, let’s.” he grinned. “Are you still willing to do it?”
“Is that what you want?” she asked, swallowing hard. “If it’s what you want, then yes, I will do it. I’ll do anything you want.”
“What do you want, Tiana?” he asked quietly. He waited for her to answer.
“I want… I don’t dare say.” she whispered finally.
“Why not?” he whispered back. “What are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid we will get it.” she replied. “I want to be the Queen. I want to be your Queen.”
“I’m not a King.” he said. “Not here.
“You could be.” she answered. “With the powers of your mind, if you wanted a Kingship, you could have it. We could have it.”
“King of what?” he asked her plainly.
“The Council.” she answered. “If we play our cards just right, we could control them, instead of the other way around.”
“I’m not afraid of the Council.” he said flatly, and she shuddered.
“You should be.” she said. “Some of them are on their way here right now. Scott Blaker of Flagstaff. We only have a few hours before the doorbell rings, and they will probably try to kill us.”
“Really.” he said. He thought quietly for a moment, then spoke again.
“There’s one who knows both our names in that car coming down the street.” he said. “What should I do with him?”
“What are his orders?” Tiana asked, clutching Scott’s arm. She was clearly frightened. Scott was silent another moment, his eyes closed.
“He’s just to watch us for the now.” Scott told her. “But, he’s armed, and he’s killed on orders before. He’s are waiting for others to come before making a move.”
“That figures.” Tiana said. “What do you think we should do?”
“Let’s get up and get dressed, then go about our day like usual. We’ll see what they do first.” Scott decided. “Are you hungry?”
“A little.” she replied. “What’s for breakfast?”
“How about Jasper’s?” he asked, mentioning the local diner a few blocks away.
“Strawberry waffles and link sausages!” she smiled.
“Strawberry waffles? Seriously?” he teased her.
“What’s wrong with strawberry waffles?” she retorted.
“Nothing, if you’re in the third grade.” he joked. “I think you need to prove you’re a big girl before I go letting you have something like that. Slave.”
“Yes master?” she asked.
“Suck on my link sausage.” he said. “Swallow all the gravy, and you’ll have earned that other treat.”
“Yes master.” she smiled, then scooted down lower in the bed.
* * *
Tiana ordered her strawberry waffles, and Scott just stuck with black coffee, preferring to wait until afternoon to break his fast. Both he and Tiana noticed the diminutive brunette walk in at the same time. She was the Mexican girl from last night, and she was looking right back at them.
“Scott?” she asked, shielding her eyes from the morning sun glaring off their table. “Scott Blaker? Are you heem?” Her English was very good, but she couldn’t quite shake the accent sometimes.
“I am.” Scott said, standing up. “And you are…”
“I am Emmanuelle.” she told him. “My friends call me Maria.” Again, he noticed that she rolled her Rs.
“And Enrique died for us last night.” Scott said softly. “I am him, and I know who you are. How did you find me so quickly?”
“I live in Sedona.” Maria told him. “It’s just a short drive, and Enrique was… so I… I just came here, and I felt you in here. Is that okay?”
“It’s fine, Maria. Remember? I told all of you last night that we have a place for you here, with us.” Tiana said, smiling.
“We do?” Scott asked. “Uhh, you might find this hard to believe, but my parents are gonna freak if I try to bring either one of you girls back to my house.”
“I don’t think your parents are going to be any problem at all.” Tiana said pointedly. “I’m sure you can think of something to change their minds.”
“Huh?” Scott exclaimed. “I can’t do that to my parents! It’s just not right!”
“This is a war, Scott.” Maria said grimly. “Not just in Dreamland, either. The Council is going to try to kill us for what you did to Elder Gregoir. Did you see his son’s face? I bet they are already here in town, and before the day is out, guns are going to be pointed at you. At your parents, too.”
“Two of them are already here.” Scott confirmed. “The guy in the brown coat at the counter is one of them, and another is waiting out in the car.”
“What? Why haven’t you done anything!?” Maria exclaimed. “What are you waiting for?” She knew better than to turn and stare, so she pointed looked out the window. She was tensed for the bullets to start flying at any moment.
“I’m waiting for them to make the first move.” Scott said calmly, taking a noisy sip of his coffee.
“No, no, this is all wrong!” Maria moaned. “Can we please get out of here?”
“Okay, if you insist, but I feel safest in a public place like this.” Scott pointed out. “Lots of witnesses.”
“That doesn’t matter to these people, Scott!” Maria whispered frantically. She was just about panicking. “They can mind wipe anyone who gets in their way! They can implant false memories and make them believe anything they want! We’re not safe here!”
“Okay, we can go.” Scot said amiably. “Tiana has finished her waffle. Haven’t you, honey?”
“I guess so.” Tiana said, scrutinizing Maria’s face. “She certainly seems anxious to get out of here…”
Scott threw money on the table, enough, plus a fair tip. He sauntered past the Council’s man, saying nothing, and doubling his “flex” just in case of an attack. Nothing happened, and they went into the parking lot.
Maria led them over to her car, a two door Toyota Camry.
“Are you a good driver?” she asked Scott. He nodded, took the keys and got in the driver’s seat. Maria was in the back, and Tiana buckled the passenger belt snugly.
“Where should we go?” Scott asked, backing out of the lot and onto the street.
“Go out of town a ways and stop.” Maria told him. “Somewhere secluded, so these guys will talk to us. I don’t want them following all day.”
Both men were in the same car, following the trio of youngsters as they did the speed limit through the city limits. Once they were past the mall, Scott opened it up a little, and noticed a second car pull out onto the pavement behind them, speeding to catch up.
Fifteen minutes later, he spotted a small dirt road leading off behind a hill and took it at speed, raising a plume of dust that lingered long after they were out of sight of the road. Both cars followed them onto it, and parked by the Camry beside a small stream. There was a private road over a small bridge gated off, so they were all parked in the turnaround before the gate.
Scott was leaning against the hood of the car as the men pulled up and stopped.
“Howdy, fellas.” Scott said amiably.
“It’s him.” said one of the men, a tall red head with very wide shoulders.
“Scott Blaker?” asked one of the others, a short little guy, wiry thin. He was wearing a dark suit and a red tie.
“That’s me.” Scott said easily. “And who are you gentlemen?”
“We represent the Council.” said the short guy.
“I gathered that. I was asking for your names.” Scott said.
“Our names are unimportant, young man. You will see that in just a moment…” he started to say, but Scott turned to another man, who had pulled out a pistol and racked the slide, jacking a round into the chamber.
“I’d be careful with that, if I were you.” Scott said. “It’s far more dangerous to you than it is to me.”
The man began pointing the gun at Scott, but as he brought it up, Scott just shook his head at him. A moment later, the man put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His body collapsed straight to the ground, leaking a little into the dirt.
“Anyone else wanna play?” he called out, looking at each man in turn. “Now, I know you have orders to kill me, and that’s okay. As long as you choose not to act on those orders, you’ll be fine. Agreed?”
The other man, the one from the diner, got back in his car and left, leaving Scott and the short guy to face each other.
“So, what’s your name, guy?” Scott asked.
“I’m not telling you my name.” he hissed back. “It would be unprofessional.”
“That’s okay, Ricky.” Scott chuckled. “Oh, sorry, only your mom calls you that, neh?” Scott sent two threads of thought at the man.
“Jesus-God!” the man stuttered. “What-” He was rising up into the air, grabbed by unseen forces. It felt like he was wrapped in chains of air.
“The Council will not bother me until I summon them.” Scott said. “Is that understood? I could crush you right here and leave others to carry my message to them, if you want. Your other friend has not gotten away. I am in his mind right now…”
“I’ll tell them.” Ricky gasped. “No contact until you call. I got it.”
“Good.” Scott smiled. “Don’t bother to stop at your friend’s car crash. He’s dead.” He let the other man down, and Ricky wasted no time in getting into his car and getting out of there.
Scott and Tiana both got back into Maria’s car.
“You can come up now.” Tiana told her. Maria raised her head above the back window and took her first look around since their arrival.
“Is that man dead?” she asked, pointing.
“Suicide.” Scott told her. “He shot himself in the mouth.”
“Ri-ight.” Maria said dryly.
“Ricky’s making the call.” Scott said. “Both of you be quiet and let me listen.”
“Okay, he told them I’m TK, and reported the deaths of his colleagues.” Scott said a moment later. “He’s being re-directed to Salt Lake City for a full de-briefing.”
“Don’t let him get there, Scott.” Maria said. “Can you kill him from here?”
“Why should I do that?” Scott asked. “He hasn’t done anything to me.”
“They can scan him and see what powers you used on him, and from that, they’ll be able to tell how strong you are.” Maria said. “I don’t think you want them knowing that, do you?”
“I guess not.” Scott said, closing his eyes for a moment. The car swerved in it’s lane, but he regained control easily. “There, it’s done.”
“How did you do it?” Tiana asked, her eyes shining. “You really just killed that man?”
“Well, I was following his thoughts ever since he left.” Scott said. “I just went back along the trail into his mind, and sent a ripple down the wave. That squeezed his mind closed, and the car he was driving crashed. I lost the link a moment later. I’m pretty sure the car was on fire, and that’s what did it.”
“So you didn’t really kill him with your mind.” Maria said. “Could you? If you had to? Could you kill a man with just your thoughts alone?”
“I hope not.” Scott said. He shivered lightly. “That might become temptingly habit forming. Life isn’t that simple.”
“You killed Gregoir.” Tiana pointed out.
“He threatened me and mine.” Scott said grimly. “I’ll end any threat that I can see, as soon as I see it.” He paused, thinking a moment. “I can’t just kill someone because of what they MIGHT do.”
“Where are we going?” Tiana asked Scott.
“Well, our first stop is your house, Tiana. You need more clothes, and I need to talk to your parents.” he replied.
“That’s maybe not such a good idea.” Tiana said uneasily. “I, uh, I’m not ready to face my mother yet.”
“Better now than never at all.” Scott said grimly. “There;s only one reason I can think of for your parents not coming forward to me last night, and that is because they side with the Council. I met everyone who wasn’t in the Council’s group. I did not meet them.”
“Scott, we need to find Jordan Miller.” Tiana told him. “You gave that young man a Kalastiel mate last night. The Council will be trying to kill him as much as you. Maybe more.”
“How do we do that?” Scott asked.
“Try.” Maria said. “Close your eyes and try to find him. Can you see heem?”
“I’m driving.” Scott replied dryly. “Closing my eyes might not be such a good idea right now.”
“Well then, we need to stop.” Maria said, but before anyone could respond to that, a bullet hole appeared to the middle of the windshield and the headrest behind Scott’s head exploded in a puff of foam.
Maria screamed as Scott floored the gas, and another bullet exploded the back window.
“Hang on!” Scott shouted, taking another dirt road at speed. He drifted around a corner, still mashing the pedal to the floor, and then they were behind some hills and away from the sniper. Scott brought the car to a halt, breathing hard.
“Everyone okay?” he asked, looking at both women. They weren’t hit, but Maria had little pieces of head rest foam scattered all over her.
“We’re okay, but Scott, do you believe me now? The Council wants all of us dead!” Maria said. She started brushing herself off.
Scott didn’t reply. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
“There he is… both of them. A sniper, and a spotter.” he mumbled to himself. “The sniper… can’t get a reading on him… He’s been to Dreamland. The spotter…”
Scott saw in his mind’s eye with one of the tendrils of thought. The spotter was on one knee, scanning with binocs while his partner was laying prone beside him. The spotter pulled his sidearm and fired twice, point blank into the back of the sniper’s head, then put the gun in his own mouth and fired once more.
“Where is he, Scott? Where’s Jordan Miller?” Maria asked again. Scott remembered to look, and spread the tendrils out, calling, listening, questing.
“He’s… far.” Scott said. “On the other side of some big rivers. It’s hard to go across the water like that, but that’s as close as I can tell. He’s over that way somewhere.” Scott waved vaguely east.
Tiana looked unhappy. “Well, I guess we have to go to my house next, then. I can’t go out East without packing first.”
“They will be looking for us there, if what you say about her parent’s is true.” Maria pointed out. “They will try to kill us again.”
“Bring ’em on!” Scott growled. “I prefer a straight fight!”
“They’ll probably use her parents as hostages.” Maria said. “If it comes down to it. I know these people. They will do anything.”
“My father used to be ON the Council.” Tiana said. “They won’t hurt either one of my parents. They wouldn’t dare.”
“I hope you’re right.” Maria said, patting Tiana’s arm.
Tiana looked at Scott. “You won’t let them hurt my daddy, will you? He’s a good man. You won’t let anything happen to him, right?”’
“Of course not, Tiana.” he said, reassuringly. “Let’s get over there and make sure they’re okay.” He started the car back up.
“We can’t go back out there! We’ll get shot!” Maria said.
“I know what to look out for now.” he said. I just have to scan ahead as I drive, that’s all. I got lazy and let my guard down for a minute back there. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
They got back onto the pavement, and ten uneventful minutes later, they were pulling up in front of Tiana’s house.
She led them up the few steps onto the porch, and her father opened the door.
“There you are. Who are these people?” he demanded, grabbing Tiana’s arm. “Get in here, young lady. We have MUCH to talk about.” He tossed her into the living room, where she fell on the floor.
“You can’t treat her like that!” Scott snarled at the man, stepping forward.
“You!” Tiana’s father spat. “How dare you speak to me, after what you did! After what you let HER do!” He pointed at his daughter, sobbing on the floor where she had fallen.
“What did I do, Daddy?” she sobbed. “Can’t you be glad that I’m happy?”
“HAPPY!!??” he roared. “You little pervert slut! How could you do this to your Mother? Do you know how much we sacrificed for you? And you throw it all away on this… this wilder.” he said scornfully. “And then, to make matters worse, you go and… with a KALASTIEL! Have you no dignity? Jesus Christ, have you no shame? They’re so… big! How could you even…”
“It felt good, Daddy. He was gentle, and he loves me. Nothing we did together hurt me.”
“You slut!” he said. “You… you liked it? Ohh, my God, where did I go wrong?” He turned to his wife, who was sitting unobtrusively in chair. “Where did we go wrong, Tia?”
“It’s not our fault, Morgan.” said the woman, getting up. “We did everything we could for this ungrateful little bitch.” She took her husband’s arm, standing over Tiana. “But let’s not air our business in front of the whole neighborhood.”
She grabbed the door and swung it shut, but Scott put a thread of thought out, and the door swung open so hard the doorknob buried itself in the plaster of the wall.
“What do you think you’re doing, young man? Get out of my house this instant!” Morgan said, indignantly, as Scott walked in. “I’m calling the police!” He went over to an end table across the room and opened a drawer.
“Go ahead.” said Scott, wrapping a tendril around the cell phone in the other man’s hand. He squeezed and it crumpled to shards.
“You.. you can’t just come in here like this!” Tia cried out, going over to her husband and taking his arm again. They both faced Scott and Tiana, as he helped the girl to her feet. “Get out! Both of you! Just go!”
“Go get your things.” Scott said, kissing Tiana’s forehead. “I’ll handle these two.”
“Handle us?” Morgan spat. “You’ll… handle us? How dare you. Wilder!”
Scott sent the tendrils out again, wrapping the two of them tightly.
“Morgan, don’t antagonize him!” Tia pleaded. “He’s… he could do anything!”
“That’s right, Morgan. You wouldn’t want me to do anything… personal, would you?”
“What? Oh, no, stop it! Stop it right now!” Morgan shut his eyes and tried to pretend his pants were not coming undone and falling down to his knees. “This is quite enough. I hope you’ve had your fun humiliating me. Now, let us go.”
“Not yet.” Scott smiled. He changed the flows surrounding the husband and wife so that she was kneeling. He brought them closer together and tied the flows off. “There. I got it out of Tiana’s head this morning that this is something you two have never done. In fact, Mrs. Bruce, you have told her repeatedly NOT to do this thing, ever. Haven’t you?”
“It’s disgusting and wrong.” Tia said. “No real man would ever ask it of his lady.”
“Then it’s simple.” Scott laughed. “If your husband doesn’t get an erection, you won’t have to suck it for him.” He turned to go help Tiana pack.
“No! You can’t leave us like this!” Tia said frantically.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes to let you loose.” Scott told her. “Surely your husband is man enough to withstand the feel of your breath on him down there and not get turned on by it.”
“What if I’m not?” Morgan asked suddenly. “Tia, looking at you like this…” His cock twitched a little.
“Morgan! You better not!” Tia warned. Her voice changed, pleading now. “Morgan, what happened to the man I married? You told me that fellatio is dirty and disgusting act, that’s it’s against God and procreation! You said you would NEVER ask it of me! You promised!”
“I can’t help it! I’m sorry!!” Morgan sobbed, as his cock rose up, pointing straight at his wife’s mouth. “It’s not my fault!”
“I didn’t give you that hard on, Morgan.” Scott chuckled. “Or did I? Are bent queer, old man?” Scott chuckled as he turned to go again. “Remember, you two. If you want to get free of the bonds before I come back to release you, Morgan’s come in your mouth will do the trick, Tia.”
“You can’t leave us like this!” Morgan cried out to Scott’s retreating back. “Please! This isn’t fair!”
“You called your daughter a slut to her face.” Scott replied, not looking back.
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The Debt Collector – Part 1 re-posted

This story is pure fanatsy. After reading stories on this website and being impressed with the basic ideas, but disappointed with the lack of description, I decided to mix a few together with some of my own ideas. I also tried to be a little more descriptive. I encourage more people to do the same. For anyone who doesn’t like the themes listed, such as incest or rape, please don’t read any further. For everyone else, be thankful for the 1st Amendment. I hope you all enjoy!

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The Mom Incident

The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.

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Melody at the waterfall

Sweet Melody at the waterfall
1-12-2011
Jonathan
Sweating beneath the blazing summer son, I take off my shirt to reveal my tanned body with muscular shoulders and arms. I sit back and rest on the bench. My feet are a little tired from walking around the lake. I try to take a few laps around the lake every Sunday morning. It’s very quiet here and peaceful. Very few people come here.
I am always hypnotized by the beauty of the waterfall that freely flows from the green mountain. It’s calming. It’s peaceful, it’s sexual.
“Hi, are you here by yourself?” I break my gaze from the waterfall to see who the angelic voice belongs to. A short petite woman with long light brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, small nose and a captivating smile stands a few feet in front of me, just off to my left. She’s wearing a red bikini top which hides a set of 34 B breast. She had a slim midsection and short blue shorts which top her toned legs.
A big smile forms on my lips as I say, “Hi, yes I am here myself I’m just relaxing. my name is Jonathan. I have not seen you here before. Is this your first time here?”
“HI, yes it is. My name is Melody. I moved here a few weeks ago. It is nice to meet you.” She says as she extends her small hands and I take it in mine. A sexual electricity flows from her hand to mine as my cock response with a pulse of excitement as it extends to its full hardness. “mind if I sit?” She asks. “No, not at all.” Melody licks her lips and her sparkling eyes burns down my body and focuses on my very noticeable hard on. She blushes and meets my eyes. “so where are you from?” she says. I smile, trying to keep my eyes on her sparkling blue eyes. “I live on Johnson Av, just through the woods.” I gesture to the woods behind us that face the waterfall. Melody gives a soft laugh “I live on heaven’s way. Not too far from you.”
My eyes roam down her body once again as my hard cock throbs to remind me that I haven’t had sex in a long time and that with her angelic voice, I wonder if she is a moaner or a screamer and tries to imagine what she would look like without all that clothing on. “Would you like to walk around the lake with me?” She asks in her perky voice. My eyes go back to hers and I smile, not saying a word, we both stand up and I let her get a few steps ahead of me so I can check out her ass and mmm what a nice ass and a pair of legs she has. Muscular cavs, well toned upper legs leading up to a small and I can only imagine, a firm ass from all the walking she does. My hard cock throbs in approval as it begins to ooz pre-cum, hoping to bend her over the bench and fuck her brains out from behind. She turns towards me with a grin, as if she had caught me checking out her cute ass and I just smile back.
We begin to walk along the water’s edge. She tells me that she is 27 years old, is a teacher, and is single. My cock likes the sound of that as it nods it’s approval. I tell her a bit about myself. I am 32 years old, a carpenter by day and a security guard at a local dance hall at night during the weekend .
She looks at me blushing and says “A carpenter? So that’s where you got your incredible hulk muscles from.” I laugh and say “incredible hulk? Hardly.” I look at her and she is still blushing as she smiles back at me.
What happened next, made me feel like a schoolboy in a dream as she reaches to hold my hand in hers. Her soft and silky skin sends sexual electricity through my body and especially to my painfully throbbing cock. We walk a quarter the way around the lake holding hands and not saying a word. It wasn’t an awkward silence but rather a peaceful calmness which surrounds the intense sexual feelings which is passing to and from our bodies through our conjoined hands.
She stops abruptly and squeezes my hand to get me to stop too. I face her and I am captivated by her beauty outlined by the water which falls a few feet behind her. I can feel the mist from the water fall. It feels good against my red hot body. She moves so she is facing me and puts her free left hand on my right shoulder, smiles and then all in a blink, she is on her toes and pressing her lips against mine. A burning of lust like I have never known before rips through my body as her tongue is dancing with mine and my heartbeat accelerates.
She runs her hands down my muscular chest, over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. She pants as she runs a hand over my hard member and gently squeezes it. We both grown and then I pull myself from the awestruck mind freeze and put my arms around her, running my hands down her smooth back to cup her firm ass. I can hear her soft moans just over the sound of the waterfall. I’m not sure I can get any more turned on.
She undoes my shorts and pushes them down along with my underwear, She groans in appreciation as she raps her little fingers around it before dropping to her knees and before I know what she’s doing, my throbbing hard cock is wrapped around her lips and being pulled into her hot, wet mouth while the underside of my hard cock is being butterflied by her tongue. I grown out loud and she looks up at me with her lust filled eyes, knowing what I need.
I run my fingers through her silky main as she is slowly bobbing her head. I let out a grown from my toes as my head is thrown back and I arch my back and grip her hair a bit tighter. She stops bobbing, and moves a hand to my balls where she tickles it gently with her fingernails. I look down at this angel opening my eyes to this beauty staring right back at me with a grin around my hard cock. She pulls her head back with a pop and my pulsing hard cock waves freely.
Melody stands up and takes a step backwards and with a grin on her face and lust burning in her eyes, she slips her bikini top off and tosses it on the ground next to me.
I have seen plenty of tits in my life and these are up there with the perfect ones. Her boobs are small and perky, standing out away from her chest without a sag. Her nipples are small and pointy. They’re just begging me to suck them.
I reach a hand out but she twirls away giggling, and with a knowing grin says “not just yet big boy, I got more to show you.”
She puts her thumb in the waistband of her shorts and seductively sways her hips, teasing both of my heads. She pushes her blue shorts down and they fall to her feet. I let out a gasp as she steps out of them and is left with this red almost nothing of a bikini bottom, barely covering her charms. I notice a strip of dark red, letting me know that she is wet for me. I feel a lustful ache in my lower stomach and a strong pulse from my hard cock in approval.
She does a half spin so she is facing away from me. My eyes dart right to her tight ass covered by a few strings. After a long stare, my eyes travel down her legs and back up them to her silky smooth back. and finally back to her looking over her shoulder at me with that grin still on her lips. We lock eyes for a long second and she breaks it by bending forward and her hands on her hips and she grinds her ass in the air at me. I do all I can not to reach out and grab her hips and grind my hard cock against her ass. She slowly, very slowly pushes the string down her legs leaving her perfect body naked to my eyes.
She stands up, keeping her back to me and puts her hands back on her hips and shakes her hips, showing off her cute ass.
I can’t take it anymore and I step up behind her and put my arms around her, my painfully hard cock resting between her ass cheeks as my arms go around her and cup her breast. She moans out loud in her own approval. I kiss behind her ear and she shakes as a sexual chill runs from her tits to her pussy. I nibble on her ear and breathlessly say “you are a fucking tease. I am going to fuck your brains out till you beg me to stop.” I make my point by sucking hard on her earlobe. She responds with a lustful moan and her body is starting to go limp in my arms.
I lay her down on the soft grass. towering over her, my eyes take in this sight of beauty. I see her pussy for the first time. She is shaven bare except for a patch of hair just above her slit which is shaped into a heart. Her pussy is puffy and a dark shade of pink as she is dripping her love juice. I kneel between her legs and lean over her. She raps her arms around my back and I kiss her passionately as I trace her breast with my fingers. My thumbs find the pointy tips of her nipples and rub them gently. She is moaning and squirming beneath me. I kiss down her throat and she lets out a throaty cry of need. I continue to kiss down to her small grapefruit size breast and I lick around her right breast, being careful not to touch her nipple while I squeeze and gently caress the underside of her other breast. I bring my tongue within centimeters of her nipples and then I move my lips to her other breast and play with the right one. However, this time I am not so gentle. I squeeze a bit harder on her right breast and rub her nipple between my thumb and index finger while using my teeth to graze her left nipple. Sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. She arches her back, grips my head and mashes my face into her warm breast. She lets out a low grown and she flops back to the grass beneath her. I guess she just had an orgasm.
I kiss down her stomach and kiss her heart patch and I smell her sex. It drives me crazy but I hold back my desire from diving my tongue into her horny pussy. I spread her legs and alternate kissing down her inner thighs. With each kiss she lets out a soft per. I glance up to see her lustful eyes staring right into mine as her fingers are playing with her own breast. I kiss down to her knees than travel back up her inner thighs with long licks of my tongue. Her hips are squirming, almost like a dance. I am now within an inch of her love tunnel. Her sexual sent envelops my nose once again and I am feeling high. I look right into her eyes once again to see her begging me, pleading with me to stop teasing with her. Her desire is burning hotly through her body. I look down at her pussy and I see that of a waterfall as her love juices are freely flowing from deep in her pussy, down the crack of her ass to pool in the grass beneath her.
I put my hands on her inner thighs and spread them a bit further and I lick the crease between her left leg and her pussy, tasting her sweet honey, making her squirm. I do the same to her other leg. She tries to sneak a hand down to caress her own pussy, but I quickly catch her hand in mine and rest it upon her stomach. I look up to her begging eyes and I grin knowingly. I look back down at her pussy. I study for a few seconds. Her clit is red and swollen. Her lips are bloomed and her waterfall is still flowing with warm nectar.
I gently lick at her clit. Her entire body gives an involuntary thrust. I flatten my tongue and lick at her clit a few more times. Each time eliciting a loud moan and a thrust of her hips. I put my lips around her clit and give a quick suck. She nearly bucks me off of her with the thrust of her hips off the ground. I release her hand and put a hand on either side of her hips, holding her down. She puts her hands on the back of my head, trying to push my head up her pussy. I move my tongue down though and lick along her inner lips. She is letting out moans after moans as she tries to move her hips. “please, I need you. Stop teasing me. Oh please just, oh please, just, just fuck me” She says pitifully.
I grin up at her, push my tongue up her flowing pussy. Tasting her sweet honey as she whimpers and moans. I lick her clit again. Once again sending a shock of sexual electricity to her nipples and her brain. I kiss up her belly to her chest where I give a quick lick and suck of each nipple which rewards me with a moan. I kiss between her breast, licking up the beads of sweat that runs down. Kissing up her throat to her lips. I release her hands from my grasp.
One of her hands move to the back of my head, pressing down as she hungrily sucks on my tongue. Her other hand grabs my rock hard cock and she puts the head into her tight, wet, hot pussy. We moan into each other’s mouths. The feeling is heavenly. I kiss her back, and her hands move to my back in a tight embrace. I slowly move my cock in her, slowly moving the first couple of inches in and out, feeling every muscle within her velvety walls as they squeeze me lovingly. I grown as the sensation is just exquisite.
We break the kiss and I look deep into her eyes, past the sparkling blue to see something I never seen before, something I only hear about. I see that of true love in her eyes.
I slowly push my cock all the way into her. Feeling the scents that this is more than just sex. I kiss her lips softly. I rest my chin on her shoulder so we are cheek to cheek. I can smell her green apple shampoo mixed with the scent of the earth below us. I whisper in her ear
”Melody, I love you”
Melody responds by crossing her legs behind my back and resting her heals on my ass and with a soft moan of mmm, she pushes her heals down while thrusting up, somehow pushing my cock even deeper into her tight cavern. I slide my hand under her shoulders. Lifting my head from her shoulder, I look into her lust filled eyes and give her a tender kiss on her panting lips. I slowly pull almost all the way out before gripping her shoulders and slam into her to the hilt. She lets out a cry of joy while her pussy vibrates around me. I pull back and thrust back into her juicy pussy and she lets out another moan. I pull back again and slowly, very slowly, push in, inch, by, inch. She humps up, trying to get me deep in her again but I just move with her, not letting myself go any further into her. I kiss her lips again before I continue to slowly push into her, inch, by, inch. I can feel the cool air slowly being replaced by the hot moist cavern. When I am once again in her all the way, I pull back and push back in. I move in and out as she smiles, knowing the teasing is over and she is matching my thrusts with that of her own. I never want to move from this sweet spot. She is teasing me by randomly squeezing her pussy muscles, milking my cock and singing the sweetest melody of love into my ear.
I lift my upper body, supporting myself on my extended arms, looking down at her perfect body beneath me. Her cute breast covered with a layer of perspiration topped by hard nipples. Her kissable lips formed into a perfect O, alternating sounds of moans and gasps. Her eyes are closed with a concentrated look on her face. I hope I am who she is seeing behind her eyelids.
We find a nice rhythm and we move as one. Sliding in and out my hard cock rubs against her wet pussy walls and we continue to hold each other tight. I can feel her nice breast pressing against my chest. I slow down and she opens her eyes. I grin down at her and kiss her lips. I say in a husky voice, “I want you doggy.” She grins up at me then uncrosses her legs and puts them on the ground. I slowly pullout with a wet pop. She quickly turns over and lifts her cute ass at me. I slap her ass and she lets out a yelp and then she giggles. I rub her ass with my hands and placing my knees between hers, causing her legs to spread wider. I rub the head of my rock hard cock, up and down the crack of her ass. She giggles again and says “not there silly, lower.” I find her juicy pussy and slide in. Her pussy feels a bit different. It is still hot and wet and tight but it grips me differently. I grip her hips and slowly saw in and out of her. She is bucking back at me and she is tossing her head side to side moaning out “oh baby that feels so good. You are reaching all the right spots. Mmm please, go faster oh please faster baby.” I oblige, and grip her hips a bit tighter and pound deep into her. “you like that baby?” I groan out. “You like me fucking your tight pussy?” “oh yes, fuck me oh god yes. I am going to cum soon. Keep going baby oh fuck yes” I turn up the heat as I pull her hips into me with every thrust. “Is this what you want baby? Uh! Uh! Uh!” “Oh my god! I am going to cum! Keep going! Keep going! Oh fuck yeeessss!!”I feel her pussy contract around my cock. And I can’t hold on any longer. “baby I am going to cum too! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Her back arches and she lets out a high pitch moan then as if her body is convulsing, she is racked with a second and stronger orgasm as her body moves wildly. I slow down and keep pumping till I go soft within her. Then her body falls heavily to the soft grass panting. I let go of her hips and sit back, watching our combined juices flow from her gaping dark pink pussy as I try to catch my own breath.
After some time passing, she roles onto her back and smiles up at me with that after sex glow on her face and a huge smile on her lips. I had to laugh a little, She had grass stains on her knees, breast, forearms and forehead. She even has grass in her hair. She grins and says “what’s so funny?” I laugh again and say “you look silly with all that grass on you.” She looks down her body and giggles. “good thing there is a lake we can watch off in.” She says while glancing at the beautiful waterfall.
I stand up, contented and a bit weak on my feet and go around gathering up our clothes. She slowly gets to her feet and with our clothes in one arm, I put my arms around her with the other and we walk bare to the day’s air to the shallow side of the lake. I set our stuff on the bench which she first saw me sitting on. Turning around to face the water, I can only describe what I saw as heaven. This beautiful woman standing naked with the waterfall behind her and the sun shining brightly upon this perfect picture.
“hello? Are you there?” she says with a giggle. I break from my trans to smile back at her. “I’ll beat you into the water” she says while turning around and heads towards the lake. I walk slowly, admiring her body from behind. Just as she reaches the water, she turns her head and with a grin says “like the view?” She giggles again and walks into the water. I walk fast, splashing as I catch up with her. And wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing the back of her neck. She giggles again and says “haven’t you had enough fun for one day?” I reach a hand down to cup some water than letting it fall upon her breast, washing off the grass. “I’m just helping you wash off. That’s all.” I say before kissing behind her right ear. “mmm, I’m sure that’s all you are thinking about.” She says with a sarcastic tone. I put more water in my hands and rub her cute tummy. She giggles once again as the cool water meets her sun baked skin. She pulls away from me and turns around with a grin on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. “I think I should wash you off now.” I look down at my body to see if there is any grass on me and she splashes me. I lunge forward with her screeching and trying to get away but I tackle her, and we both go under water. She comes up laughing and trying to swim away but I grab her ankle and gently pull her back to me. We end up face to face with the water just up to her shoulders, I lean forward and we embrace under water while sharing a long kiss.
I tilt my head up and say “I think it is pretty close to noon time. I should be heading home. My mother is probably calling for me.” She laughs and pushes on my chest, pushing me back a bit. “I don’t think your mother is calling you.” Then with a sad face she says “But I guess it is time to head home.” She comes close to me and gives me a tight hug under water and a soft kiss on my lips. I hold her against me and rub her back. She lays her head on my shoulder. “I don’t want to leave.” She says with a sad voice. I kiss her forehead and say “melody, this is only the beginning. I love you.” She lifts her head off of my shoulder. A smile shines on her face again and the sparkle gleams in her eyes as she gives me a kiss and says “I love you too.”

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My Confession, a Love Forbidden

This is a work of fiction. None of the characters are real. No baby animals were clubbed in the making of this story. It was written out in one day and proof read that same day, so please excuse any mistakes or inconsistencies. I realize it’s a bit longer than most of the stories I see on here, so I apologize if it gets a bit boring, you can always skip ahead to the good bits. I hope you enjoy it. Be gentle, it’s my first time posting here.