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Team Players (Part 3)

Dan was just shy of his 20th year in the Navy. Unfortunately, he got his leg torn to shreds by IED bomb, which tore up his knee and thigh. It was the only life he always knew, since graduating from high school. Married at one time, but that didn’t last but 3 years, because she couldn’t handle his constant deployments, and never knowing when he’d be back. Now he needed a place to stay, while he finished up his rehab. His dead brother’s wife helps him out

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Daughter On Top – Chapter 3

For the next few days, little Jolyne could think about anything except
fucking. One day, when her mother was at work, Jolyne looked out the
window and saw Ted Moore pulling into his driveway. Ted was a young man
of twenty or twenty one who lived next door with his parents. Watching
him as he entered the house, Jolyne suddenly decided he would be the
ideal guy to pop her cherry.
After taking off her panties, the youngster hurried next door and rang
the doorbell.
“Hi, Ted,” smiled the cute youngster when he opened the door.
“Hello, Jolyne,” he grinned, his eyes immediately drawn to her bra-less
tits that were rolling around under the thin material of the dress she
was wearing.
“I-I need help,” she nervously stammered, her soft warm eyes pleading up
to him. “Our power has gone out and I don’t know a darned thing about
the fuse box.”
“Let me put this milk away,” he answered. “I was just starting to fix
lunch.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”
“That’s okay,” he replied. “Just let me put this milk back in the
fridge.”
Quickly putting it away, he followed the youngster across the lawn to
her house.
“Where’s the fuse box?” he asked as they entered.
“It’s in the utility room, just off the kitchen,” Jolyne replied,
leading him through the house, her bare young thighs provocatively
exposed beneath the short dress she was wearing.
Indicating the door to the utility room, Jolyne watched him leave. When
he was gone, she quickly hopped up on the counter top of the sink.
Deftly raising her skirt and opening her thighs, she made certain that
he couldn’t miss the sight of her nakedly exposed pussy when he
returned.
He’d only been gone a few seconds when the stove light came back on,
indicating that the power had been restored.
“It was the breaker switch,” he called from the other room.
Jolyne smiled, knowing that she’d pulled the switch herself.
“Now, Jolyne, if you ever–” he stopped short as he walked back into the
room, his eyes immediately drawn to her exposed cunt.
“Yes?” she coyly smiled.
“If y-you ever h-have trouble again–” he stammered, trying to regain
his composure, “it’s the switch on the bottom left.”
“Gee, I sure appreciate this,” she smiled, sensually swinging her legs
as she sat up on the counter top.
“It was no trouble,” he blurted, his eyes nervously glancing at her
deliciously exposed pussy.
“Do you like it?” she suddenly whispered, spreading her thighs even
farther apart.
“Like what?” he stammered.
“My pussy, dummy,” she giggled. “Do you like it?”
Ted just stared at her, not knowing how to answer her frank and
startling question.
“Well,” she persisted. “I saw you staring at it. Do you like it?”
“Yeah,” he finally admitted. “I-I guess so.”
“Does it give you a hard-on?” she teased.
“Of c-course not,” he stammered. “You’re just a little girl.”
“I’ll bet you got a hard-on.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, kid,” he grinned. “But I don’t.”
“Prove it.”
“What!” he gasped.
“Let me feel it,” giggled Jolyne.
“Hell, no!”
“Please,” she whispered, suddenly reaching over and grasping his crotch.
“See how hard it is. I knew it was.”
A delicious tremor raced through the young man’s body at the feel of her
warm little hand pressing against his throbbing prick.
“Knock that shit off!” he snapped, pushing her hand away.
“Okay,” she replied. “But your cock sure got hard from looking at a
little kid’s twat. I’ll bet you’d really like to fuck me.”
“Don’t be stupid.” He laughed. “I’m too smart to mess around with jail
bait.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “I’m sorry I brought the subject up. But why don’t
you stay and have a bite of lunch with me?”
“No thanks,” he mumbled. “I think I’d better get out of here.”
“I was just gonna make some hot dogs,” beamed the youngster, jumping
down from the counter. “Please stay.”
“No thanks,” he answered, turning to leave.
“You’ll be sorry,” she giggled, reaching for one of the big weenies on
the counter. “You don’t know all the neat things I can do to a hot dog.”
Smiling teasingly at the young man, Jolyne slipped the end of the weenie
between her full, moist lips and sensually slid it into her mouth.
Ted stared as if he were in a trance as she suggestively wrapped her
moist slippery lips around its fat length and began slowly pumping it in
and out of her mouth, her teasing eyes looking directly into his.
“Mmmmmm, what I can’t do to a weenie,” she sighed, removing it from her
mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of the
obscene-looking object.
Ted knew he should get out of the house, but he just stood frozen,
watching the weenie slither back into the brazen little girl’s hot open
mouth.
Winking suggestively at the youth, she made wet slurping sounds as she
sucked on it while her fingers wantonly stroked the part that was
protruding from her mouth.
“I wish you’d stay,” she whispered, slowly removing it from between her
lips with an erotic slurping sound. “I’d show you what I can really do
to a weenie.”
Staring into the youngster’s sensuously pleading eyes, Ted could feel
his stiff cock churning around in the confines of his pants. He fully
realized that no matter how desirable the child was, he’d be heading for
big trouble if he laid a hand on her.
“Are you going to stay?” she whispered again, brazenly rubbing the tip
of the weenie against the hard nipple that was so visible under the thin
material of her dress.
“N-no, th-hank you,” he stammered, still unable to get his feet moving.
“Please,” she said, hopping back up on the counter top. Daintily kicking
off her sandals, she reached out and gently probed his crotch with her
bare toes.
“You’ve really got a hard-on,” she giggled. Ted didn’t answer. He was
staring between her open thighs at the girl’s golden pubic hairs that
had been exposed when she reached out for him with her foot.
Smiling teasingly at the youth, she picked up the weenie and slowly
inserted it between the soft pink lips of her darling little pussy.
Unable to remove his eyes from the erotic scene, Ted was visibly
shaking. The sight of the obscenely shaped weenie slithering up into her
hot little cunt was blowing his mind.
“God, this feels good,” she whispered, sensuously sliding the piece of
meat in and out of her steamy little hole.
Ted could see the weenie glistening with her thick, creamy twat juice.
He could vividly imagine his own hard boner slithering in and out of the
youngster’s deliciously hot little fuckhole.
Pulling the weenie out, she hopped off the counter top. Facing him, she
slowly pulled her dress up above her hips, exposing her little hot wet
slit only a few inches from his eyes.
“Wanta touch it?” she whispered, lewdly stroking her oozing cuntlips
with her fingers.
Too shocked to move, Ted just stared at the moist pink flesh of her
darling little fuckhole.
“Go ahead,” she teased when he didn’t answer. “Most of the guys I know
love to touch my pussy.”
“What!” he gasped. “You let boys touch your pussy?”
“Sure,” she lied. “And I let the guys I like real well lick my twat.”
“I-I can’t believe you,” he stammered. “You look like such an innocent
young girl.”
“Don’t let my appearance fool you,” she giggled, remembering how much
she enjoyed oral sex with her dad. “I even suck cocks.”
“I can’t believe you.”
Smiling at him, Jolyne reached down and took his limp unresisting hand
and slipped his middle finger into her hot little juice-drenched slit.
As he began excitedly thrusting his finger in and out of her slippery
hot snatch, Jolyne casually pulled her brief dress off, carelessly
tossing it onto the floor. She teasingly smiled at him as she blatantly
screwed her little juice-drenched pussy up tighter around his deeply
embedded finger.
“Is this cunt hot enough for you?” she whispered.
With her dress now off, Ted just stared at her small, but firm tits with
their big cherry-hard nipples. Trembling like a leaf, the wildly aroused
youth reached out and grasped the young girl, drawing her deliciously
naked body into his arms, covering her thrilling nipples with his hot
wet mouth.
As he frantically sucked on her nubile young tits, Jolyne reached down
and opened his fly, gently taking his hard throbbing dick into her soft
little hand.
“Gee, your cock feels good,” she whispered, gently sliding the foreskin
up and down over his rock-hard shaft.
Releasing her tit from his mouth, Ted smiled at her glowing face.
“Honey,” he hotly panted, taking her hand. “Let’s go in on your couch
and play with each other.”
She obediently led him into the living room, proud that she’d won her
victory.
“Now take your clothes off,” she giggled.
When he’d dropped his pants and shorts, Jolyne was pleased to see that
his prick wasn’t as big as Sam’s. Ted’s stiff boner was plenty big
enough to give her a wild fuck, but it wasn’t so huge it would rip her
little unfucked cunt open.
Stepping toward the sofa, the handsome youth spread her thighs with his
hands and lowered his face down into her little teen-aged crotch.
“Ooooooh!” she squealed with delight when she felt his tongue on her
pussy.
Jolyne wriggled and writhed all over the couch as the youth drilled his
tongue into the slick slippery flesh of her horny little slit.
“Oh, shit, Ted,” she softly moaned, digging her fingers into his thick
head of hair as he hotly slobbered on her steaming crotch. “It’s so
good!”
The fresh fragrance of her sweet young pussy was enough to blow his
mind. The aroma and flavor of her hot young cunt was one of the most
exciting thing she could remember. He was fully aware that she was only
an adolescent, but he knew that nothing could stop him from fucking her.
He simply had to have that heavenly little body. He’d thought his girl
friend was the hottest piece of ass he’d ever had, but from the way
little Jolyne was behaving it looked like she would be even wilder.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!” she squealed with delight as his twisting, plunging
tongue sent obscene shivers of delight streaking through her loins. She
softly moaned, loving the way the handsome youth was sucking on her
pussy.
When he suddenly pursed his lips around the throbbing bud of her
sensitive little clitty, the joy of it almost made her faint. After
several more minutes of this delicious sucking, Ted finally pulled his
face out of her hot swampy crotch and took her into his arms.
“God, you’re a sweet little thing,” he panted, pressing his
juice-smeared lips to hers.
The horny youngster passionately returned his kiss, but secretly wished
he were still sucking on her cunt.
“Honey,” he whispered. “Do you really like to suck cocks?”
“Sure,” beamed the youngster, anxious to wrap her hot juicy lips around
the young man’s throbbing boner.
“Do you want to suck mine?” he eagerly asked.
“Heck, yes!” she grinned. “I’d love to.”
Remembering how much she always enjoyed going down on her dad, she
excitedly grasped the base of Ted’s shaft in her fingers and began
lightly running her tongue up and down the length of it. Wanting to
tease him before taking his big plum-colored cockhead into her mouth,
she traced the tip of her tongue around the thick ridge at the base of
his bloated knob.
The musky male scent of his throbbing dick was really turning the
youngster on. Dropping her face down lower between his legs, she cupped
his lusty balls in her palms and began running her warm moist tongue all
over the hairy, crinkly skin of his swollen nut- sac.
After sucking and licking on his nuts for several heavenly minutes, she
finally raised up and covered his bloated knob with her hot open mouth.
“Oh, God!” panted the young man, digging his fingers into her long
blonde hair. “This is fantastic!”
The cute little blonde had given her dad so many blow-jobs that she
instinctively knew what to do. Her mouth was soon flying up and down
over his spit-drenched shaft as her tongue lapped heatedly around it.
“That’s it, baby!” he cried out. “Keep suckin’! I’m almost there!”
“Not on your life!” she squealed, quickly removing her mouth from his
boner and rolling onto her back. “I wanta be fucked!”
“Have you ever been screwed?” he excitedly asked as he crawled up
between her widely spread thighs.
“Nope,” she beamed. “But I’m gonna be now.”
“God, Jolyne,” he panted. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?” she giggled. “Not many guys get a crack at a virgin these
days.”
Too wildly aroused to stop now, Ted decided to deflower her as quickly
and painlessly as possible. Easing his thick knob between her pussylips,
he gave a quick lunge forward, feeling her hymen rip as his shaft drove
all the way up into her little virginal fuckhole.
Jolyne gave a little squeal as she felt a quick sharp pain, but it was
quickly replaced by the heavenly sensation of his wonderful prick buried
deep in her hot young cunt. She could feel her little unused pussy walls
being stretched almost to the point of bursting, yet the bigness of his
dick in her belly felt wonderful.
“Oh, sweet Ted,” she whispered, drawing his mouth down to hers. “Thank
you so much. It feels so good, honey.
They lay perfectly still for several moments, their warm naked bodies
united by the swollen cock that was throbbing so feverishly in her
deliciously stretched fuckhole.
Starting slowly at first, he began pumping his boner back and forth in
her little teen-aged cunt. It was a completely new experience for the
youngster, and every movement of his swollen prick was bringing
fantastic sensations that she’d never dreamed possible. The little
wildly aroused blonde was trembling with ecstasy as his lusty cock
slithered in and out of her hotly sizzling cunt.
“Oh, God,” she softly whimpered, closing her eyes and listening to the
delicious slurping sound of his hard meat squishing in and out of her
slippery hot fuckhole. It almost seemed to her as if she were part of
this beautiful big male body that was giving her such intense pleasure.
“That’s it, lover!” she squealed when he started speeding the tempo of
his thrusts. “Give it to me good!”
It felt like her entire body would explode as he fucked deeper and
harder into her tight little pussy.
“Oh, yes!” she sobbed. “Yes, Yes!”
“Well, how do you like your first fuck?” he panted, staring down at her
excited young face.
“I love my first fuck!” she squealed. “I love fuckin’!”
The sound of the innocent-looking youngster’s four-letter words seemed
to further arouse the wildly humping youth as his driving boner rubbed
against the slippery ridges of her hot slick passage. The pleasure was
so intense that Ted didn’t know how much longer he could last.
“That’s it, you sweet fucker!” screamed Jolyne. “Keep that fuckin’ cock
pounding! Oh, shit, baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Her wild squeals of delight seemed to excite Ted even more, causing the
lurching youth to fuck faster and deeper.
“Fuck, baby, fuck!” she hysterically screamed, feeling his steel-hard
shaft ripping and tearing into her scalding cunt-flesh. “That’s it!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Hardly able to control his own movements as his excitement increased,
Ted was pounding his cock in and out with a savage intensity.
“Oh, shit!” she suddenly shrieked. “I’m coming! Commmiiinnnnnggg!”
The whole world seemed to explode into one giant orgasm for the girl
when she felt a man’s white hot jizz gushing into her lurching pussy for
the very first time. Clinging tightly to the handsome youth, she could
feel him shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into her writhing belly.
“Oh, sweet Ted,” she whispered, covering his lips with her hot open
mouth. “I never dreamed that fucking could be so wonderful.”
A few minutes later when the young man had gone, Jolyne heard her mother
laughing from the hall.
“How long have you been standing there?” asked the startled youngster.
“Quite a while,” her mother answered. “And how long have you been into
fucking?”
“For some time,” lied Jolyne.
“Shit, honey,” Anne grinned, slowly walking into the room, “if I’d known
you like to screw so much, I’d have fixed you up with some of the
big-cocked bastards I go out with.”
“Really,” mumbled Jolyne, not knowing what else to say.
“That’s right,” beamed her mother. “Those studs really know how to fuck,
and all of them would love to get into a little girl’s pants.”
“Gee,” giggled the youngster who was still wildly aroused from her first
fuck. “That sounds like fun.”
“Honey,” grinned her mother. “I know a couple of well-hung truck drivers
that are laying over in town tonight. Do you want me to invite them
over?”
“Shit, yes!” Jolyne beamed, feeling her little cunt starting to burn and
itch again.

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Fantasy

Modern Mage – Chapter 14

Sorry about the delay between chapters, working on a lot of things in my life so writing when I have the time to work on it. I hope those who have been enjoying the story so far continue to do so. Thank You all so much for reading.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be laid up for a few days, the side effects of the electrocution were nasty. The healing took several days even with improvements I made to my body. First problem was the twitching, it wasn’t constant but that just made it worse. I was drinking a hot cup of tea when my arm twitched and then I was wearing a hot cup of tea in my lap. Then there was not going out to see anyone until the marks and friction burns healed as it would be difficult to explain the scarring that occurred and then disappeared to medical professionals like Sindee’s friends and parents. By far the worst of the side effects were when the nerves would just go dead and my arm or another portion of my body would go numb for hours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I lived through it but I’m going to have to craft a ward against electricity for the future. In the end I was in bed healing for a full week before the electrical burn scars were fully gone. In that time we had no further issues with the Tremere. Actually there didn’t seem to be anything going wrong. I took this as a bad sign of things to come; the proverbial calm before the storm.
The next three days went quickly as we spent them with Sindee’s parents on their last few days in town. It was nice to be able to relax and go anywhere in town with them and not be looking over my shoulder. Sindee’s mother noted the difference in my behavior and took a moment to speak to me about it. I still kept aware of my surroundings; I just wasn’t constantly on edge the whole time we were together. The one advantage about having a Nephandi as my enemy is that he had to hide his Magick just as I had to. Her parents drove out of town the second week in September and Sindee returned to work.
The first time I was alone for the whole day I went out to the construction site on the house. They were making excellent progress on the building having completed the basement and the framing of all three buildings. The house would be completed relatively quickly if they kept up their pace and I would be able to get in and start building the wards around it as a Sanctum. I got back to work on my investments to ensure that my clients and my own finances stayed in good order so I could worry about my new unknown enemy.
I knew from the time of my awakening that my life would never be simple again, however the events of recent months have brought me to the understanding of how complicated it would be. Only 3 months had passed since my arrival in Las Vegas and I’ve almost died 3 times as well. I knew that something could easily happen to me with what was coming. I could have run, taken Sindee with me and start a new life somewhere else that would be safer for both of us. While I could have done that, I wasn’t going to. I was needed here to fight in the ascension war, to stop what was coming this way. I could have left the fight to someone else, but that wasn’t who I am. The only way to protect Sindee and ensure no one ever came after her was to stop them from being able to do so. I’m not the heroic type then again I wasn’t being a hero. I was choosing to defend my home, my family; the result that I would be protecting the city and the world simply was a side effect of doing what I needed to do. I made a decision that could be the end of me so I had a few calls to make. I started with my lawyer, as an awakened individual he would be able to handle the instructions without any issues. I decided it was time to make out a will.
The legal matters were handled quickly with little fuss so that I could conclude the rest of my business for the day. The first order of business was to create a minor talisman warding against electricity. While I have only faced him once, the Nephandi was very quick to use the electricity as a combat spell making me confident in taking the time to ward against it. What I was making really wasn’t a true talisman. I was making an imbued item or charm that was limited in the spells used on it and the magick stored within; it still needs to be activated by any Mage who wore it. A talisman when created is imbued with its own power and abilities including a connection to the plane of Magick. Talismans can be used until their stored power is depleted and can be recharged over time while the charms can only be used until depleted and new spells must be cast to create them again. The final difference between a charm and a talisman is that anyone can use a talisman if they learn what it is including Mages, Vampires and Mortals alike. In order to make the Warding charm I did some research online and found out that the best conductor for electricity was silver which I would use to draw the power in, and then I found a Discover Magazine article about a super-insulator that could be used to store the power drawn into it. I gathered the materials I needed to make the charm and then I just needed to decide on the way I wanted it to work and which spells I would use. I could have made the charm from anything as it doesn’t usually matter with Magick at your disposal. I chose to use specific materials because it gave me an advantage in granting me more options with the material effects. What I had in mind was not just a ward against electricity but a capacitor that would store the energy and allow me to tap into it for my own spells. Another clue about the nature of Magick is that one form of energy can be changed into a different one. I used Forces and Matter to shape and craft the materials increasing conductivity and capacity for storage then applied Prime to change the electricity into quintessence or primal energy within the charm itself. The reason I did it this way was to allow the charm to last longer by feeding off the primal energy stored within. This isn’t a spell I tried before but it should work the way I planned; either way I’d find out the next time I fought with someone using electricity. I’d decided to make two of them which took up the rest of the day while Sindee was working. I made them both into watch bands to replace the ones currently on Sindee’s and my own watches.
I made a nice dinner for Sindee and we spent the night curled up together on the couch watching a few old movies we liked. I needed to accelerate her training as soon as the house was complete if she was going to be able to protect herself when I’m not around and I wanted her to get as much rest as she could before we started in earnest. We did work on little things like more sensory Magick to ensure she had a grasp of what things were before I taught her to start changing what and how they worked. The more she leaned about the nature of anything the easier it is to understand how to change them.
I had a lot to do in the next 6 weeks, training Sindee in all the sensory Magick while waiting for the house to be finished. We went to the construction site together daily because I wanted to check the progress and in the evening make some changes internally where the walls had been put into place. Since the changes couldn’t be seen or detected without opening the walls up so the effects were coincidental and therefore no backlash involved. I had decided that I was going to make this location both as secure and protected as I could as I was going to attempt the creation of a Node. A Node is a place where the tapestry of the Tellurian becomes knotted, becoming places of power for Mages and other beings. Nodes form naturally in the world, and I was going to try and create one. Nodes are one form of power the Vampires have no use for beyond denying them to their enemies. They are however unable to detect them for themselves so they can be kept secret from the kindred. Creating a Node is not a task that should be undertaken lightly. My choosing to do so was for multiple reasons that I felt make it worth the risks involved in the creation and defense of it. First and foremost the vision of a fight with a Nephandi gave me the idea to bring together a group to defend the city and the tellurian. A Node is an excellent place to form a chantry, a school for the awakened to learn and work to improve their powers. Were-creatures also use Nodes though as I understand it they have a different name for them. They seem to be a place where the Spirits they get their gifts from gather. I hoped to work with some of them in order to protect the place from all of the possible enemies we could face in protecting the city by sharing the node with them. If this worked and a Node forms I may not be around to know. I mentioned before that there were worse things for mages to suffer other than death. I’ve mentioned a couple and will explain more as they come but the one that had me worried the most was because what I was attempting was not a simple alteration of something within reality. What I was going to attempt was to alter the fabric of the Tellurian itself and that could put me into a Quiet.
A Quiet is one of the worst possible things a Mage can suffer, being turned into a Vampire and having your Avatar destroyed in a better fate. A Quiet is a deep state of psychosis in which the Mages reality is the only thing to exist anywhere. No contact with anyone or anything. A personal madness created by the Mages own mind that has destroyed more Mages than those that came out of it stronger on the other side. A quiet can cause a Mage to become what is called a Marauder. Marauders are the most dangerous and unpredictable beings that exist. They no longer suffer from paradox backlashes as their mind has become so fractured that they live in their own reality within the Tellurian. Who knows what twisted effects these demented minds will come up with. Think of a serial killer with the power to change reality to fit with their fractured views. I liked to think I would get through any challenge or trial I went through but the possibility of becoming something like that frightened me more than I will ever be able to put into words.
As far as I know, I’ve never met a Mage who has even attempted what I am contemplating doing. It needs to be done and I’m not going to pass the responsibility and danger of my idea onto another being. I had plenty to do in planning it. I needed to contact Seeker of Truth to let her know what I was planning and see if her pack or one she knew as friends may want to help protect it if the effect worked. I wanted to talk to Arthur at his club to see if he might be able to acquire some items I could use to aid in a successful casting. I had a lot to do before the house was completed and very little time relatively speaking to accomplish it. I called Marcus first to see if he could get ahold of Kyra to ask Seeker to meet me somewhere we could talk, I recommended the Existence as it was neutral territory. I also chose it because it would allow me to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone by allowing me to see Arthur while I was there.
I arranged to meet Seeker of Truth on that first weekend coming and decided to make a night of it for Sindee and me. We got ready and went out to the Existence for lunch so I could speak with Arthur before the club got busy. Something I didn’t mention before is the Chef who would look at home on death row is a true gourmet and should run a five star restaurant kitchen, any time you eat there it’s a delight. Just tell the waitress you’ll have whatever the chef wishes to prepare and you’ll never regret the choice. Once we arrived I asked Arthur if he had time to talk as I needed some information that he could be able to provide. Sindee was over by the bar talking to Elayna when Arthur and I sat to talk.
“I’ll come straight out and tell you what I plan to attempt and I’d appreciate any advice or information you can provide,” I stated as a way of opening our conversation.
Arthur’s expression turned serious and contemplating which I have no clue how anyone can show two expressions at once and replied, “I’m listening, however I don’t think I’m going to like this am I?”
“I don’t know and won’t guess how you’ll feel about it. I will tell you that I’m planning to try and create a Node.” I informed Arthur, the silence that followed was tense.
We sat staring at each other until he replied, “I think you’re insane if you think it’s a good idea to try doing that, but you aren’t the first to try it. Are you aware of the dangers involved in what you planning?”
“Yes, the dangers include my death, the destruction of my Avatar causing me to lose the ability to use magick, horrible levels of injury that would be worse than death, and most of all the possibility of a Quiet and the end results of that including becoming a Marauder and needing to be put down,” I replied in an even tone. I asked, “Did I miss anything?”
“That pretty much sums things up neatly. Before I give you any information, tell me why you want to go through with such an insanely dangerously stupid plan.” He said the last like an order not a request and I knew if I didn’t explain he wouldn’t aid me.
“I plan to create the node within a Sanctum and use it for several reasons. The first is because I had a vision in which the city had been destroyed and deserted. In this vision I had a battle with a Nephandi and came out of it with Injuries from the fight. I don’t know when this war is coming here and I know that the vision is as much symbolic as real but a dead and deserted Las Vegas is a bad symbol either way. My second reason is I want to use the Sanctum as a training facility to improve my abilities and to teach other awakened. I also plan to share the Node with at least one of the local Were-creature packs in order to help maintain and protect it; that is if they’ll agree to. Fate and Destiny are playing around with my path in life and as much as I wish it weren’t happening I have no choice but to prepare for what I feel coming and to trust my instincts to guide me.” I looked him square in the eyes and asked, “Now, you said that I wasn’t the first to attempt this insane course of action. How many have tried and were there any who succeeded? If anyone did succeed did they survive said twisting of the Tellurian itself?”
Arthur got a distant look in his eyes as though deep in thought. It was interesting to watch his eyes, the shift around the grey scale of color as he thought looking for all the world like a gray clouded sky, “There have been several attempts I’m sure; however I know of only 3 personally. The first two were abysmal failures. One killed the Mage who attempted it, he was trained in all the spheres but attempted something he wasn’t ready for. I taking hold of the fabric of reality he couldn’t handle the raw Quintessence that flowed from it to him and he was burnt to ash from the inside out. The second failure was from a powerful Mage who became an Archmage of the Correspondence sphere. His hubris was his downfall. He believed that he was powerful enough to change reality where he saw fit, his intent was to force ascension on followers that were barely beginning to understand what is possible and their disbelief put him into a quiet that he hasn’t come back out of yet, that was back in ’92. The one that succeeded was an interesting and unique case. He shouldn’t have had the power to pull it off, however he had prepared for it creating a ritual and having a firm grasp in mind of what he wanted to have happen. The planning and ritual paid off and a Node was created. It was a small Node, limited in power but a Node none the less. He was put into a quiet and managed to come out of it relatively sane. While this mage can still work with magick any spell he attempts is very limited in scope and power, he can’t focus on anything detailed or powerful any longer.” He poured himself a drink from an old bottle, took a good drink and continued, “Now that you know more about the dangers and end results are you still planning to try to do it?”
I looked over to where Sindee was talking with Elayna and took a minute to think before answering. “If I’m going to protect Sindee and by extension the city if not the Tellurian itself I must do this. I don’t intend to try it as a normal spell either. My intent is to create a ritual as your one successful Mage did. I was thinking that if I intend to alter the Tellurian the more representations of the truth of reality I incorporate into the ritual the better chances for success in creating the Node. To that end I am looking for representation of the factions, species and whatever classifications we use for different beings.”
“Sounds to me like you’ve thought this out and despite the dangers; you are intent on attempting it. When you say representations of the various supernatural entities, please give me specific examples of what you mean and I’ll see what I can do about it.” He sat looking at me expectanly, waiting for my response.
“In the simplest terms, I know as Mages we use Quintessence and the it has a physical form of Tass of which I have a little. From the Vampire who’s blood is both their source of life and the power behind their magic, I wish to get as old and powerful a sample as they are willing to part with. From the Were-creatures I plan to seek a truce and see if they will share the knowledge of their source of power and possible provide some for to purpose of making this node a reality. I know that there are Fallen Angels or Demons and Mummies as well as many Supernaturals I have no idea of what they are or their source of Power and Magic which is why I come to you. As you said, you’re something else and you know enough to be able to run this unique place. I think you may be able to assist me in this goal if you’re willing.”
“I may be willing to assist however there are some terms to work out between us. First is that if you are successful I have full access to the node for my use and for those I wish to have trained. Second is that we share information in this war you feel coming; you are not the only protector of this city and the world. Third requirement is that you will train those I send to you; I will not send many but those I do will also have a destiny upon them. The last is that either way; if you survive the attempt in success or failure you will owe me a favor at the time of my choosing, no questions asked.”
“I’ll agree to the first and second with no qualifications. The third is an issue, the Node will be in my home and Sanctum and while I am willing to train those who need be, I will want to ensure that anyone I train is someone I’ve met and come to trust before allowing the knowledge of the Node to spread to them. I have a plan for shielding its position from being sensed beyond simple wards. The last one is almost agreeable. I will owe you the favor but I will not do something that violates my ethics and code of honor, nor will I let the favor endanger Sindee or my family. Beyond that the condition are acceptable.” I waited for Arthur’s counter offer.
Arthur’s reply was, “We agree then on points one and two. For point three, you will train anyone I send to you for training; however I will provide a location for doing so until and if you come to trust them enough to take them into your home. The final point, I swear to you on all that I hold dear that when I call on you for the favor it won’t be lightly and it may put your family into danger, but no more than not doing what I ask of you will. I have been guarding this world and fighting in the multiple supernatural wars going on, the ones you know of and those you do not. This place is a bastion against those wars and will continue as such for a long time to come. Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I took my time to think this through carefully. I didn’t like all the terms, but I doubted I’d be able to succeed without his assistance and that would make things worse not better in the long run. I decided there wasn’t much choice, “I’ll agree with the caveat that if anything happens to Sindee or my family while I’m away that I could have protected them from, no power in the universe will stop me from seeking out all those responsible. Therefore I require that you arrange for the protection of those dear to me while I do whatever favor it is you call upon me for. If you find that acceptable we have a deal.”
Arthur smiled and while friendly it did nothing to comfort me, “I can live with that. Now while you have the meal you ordered and enjoy the conversation with your other guest today I will get started looking into what I can do to assist with collecting you ritual materials.” He nodded his head towards the door. I turned to see Seeker of Truth walking in the front entrance, Marcus and Kyra coming in behind her. “Go ahead and use my table here, looks like you’ll need the room anyway and no one will bother you while you sit there.” He walked into the back area of the club.
Sindee returned to the table as I stood to greet the new arrivals. I gestured them over to the table to sit. As we sat five plates arrived from the kitchen smelling better than anything I’ve had to date. The fact that there were five plates didn’t get past me and I now knew that Arthur had seen this coming before I spoke with him today. “Hello Seeker of Truth, let me introduce you to my fiancé Sindee. Sindee, this is Seeker of Truth.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Seeker of Truth. I heard a little about you and Andrew’s misadventures in the desert and am glad to meet Kyra’s grandmother. She is a wonderful young lady and a close friend to Marcus after such a short time.” Sindee’s tone was friendly and her words came from the heart.
“I am equally pleased to meet you Sindee. As for calling me Seeker of Truth, outside of the pack and our gatherings, please call me Talia.” She smiled and took a bite from her plate. The smile of contentment spoke volumes in silence about how good the meal was going to be. “Now Andrew, you asked to meet with me for a reason, why?”
“In order to answer that I need to ask what you know of Mages, Nodes and the Ascension War?” I replied.
She took a few minutes to gather her thoughts while we all enjoyed our meals be she answered. “In regard to Mages, I know you’re power is more about changing perceived reality by will and Magick. It was explained to me once that mortals and most other supernatural beings share a static reality. Everything we do conforms to a defined set of rules, while some of the rules are outside mortal normality they are still there. To Mages however the easier explanation is that their Perception is reality. They can alter the world to become what they perceive it should be, within limitation based on their own power and how much they try to change at once as well as witnesses to the changes. Is that about accurate?”
“A simplified version of things but very accurate none the less Talia,” Marcus answered before I could.
Talia continued, “Nodes are places of power to Mages and other supernatural races. They are knots or weaknesses in the fabric of the veil between planes where for Mages quintessential energy flows and for Werewolves and other shifters the spirits gather and crossing the barriers becomes easier. These places are usually full of life and are constantly fought for among the supernatural races. The Garou as we Werewolves call ourselves care for the grounds around and protect these places from the Wyrm. Currently my pack doesn’t have control of a Node as there are few in the area around Las Vegas with the major one being the Springs Preserve is under to care and guardianship of a pack of Glass Walkers and Bone Gnawers. They allow us and others in the area to use the area but a Pack is strongest when they have a Node for their totem spirit. Is that enough or do I need to know more about them for our discussion to continue?”
I replied before Marcus this time, “That’s plenty of knowledge of Nodes, and I appreciate the lessons of your people as well Talia. “What about the Ascension War?”
“The Ascension war is being fought between Mages of varying alliances and faction to impose your views upon the world, to bring a higher level or being or consciousness to the people or to deny it to them. This struggle is between the Mages, but is being fought for or against all living beings. We have our own struggle that reflects some of the Mages Ascension War. We fight to stave of the apocalypse, the end of all life. Our battle is with and for the trinity. Gaia is the mother of all and her first children are the Wild, the Weaver and the Wyrm. The wild is life is all its varying forms from mortal to Garou to Mage. The Weaver is the domain of constructs and the artificial. The Wyrm is darkness and strife, death and evil. All of these Aspects create and destroy and balance must be maintained in order to stave off the coming end.” She looked thoughtful, “Now for a question of my own. Why do you need this information?”
“I intend to create a Node instead of finding one.” Marcus’s jaw dropped and he stared at me wide eyed, the kind of look one gives when you offer up a truly bad idea. Seeing his expression, Sindee turned to look at me with concern in her features. Kyra just stared at her grandmother who sat there waiting for me to continue, so I did, “What I am planning is possible and has been attempted before. I have been told of three of these attempts. Two of these failed and the success was not total. I am planning to create a ritual as well as gather some things that may help me in succeeding. Why I asked you to meet in twofold to begin. Would you and your pack like to help care for this node and the land around it with the requirement of sharing it with Mages in the even I am successful? If not could you recommend a pack for me to approach with the same offer? The second thing I need to ask is if you will aid me in the ritual?”
Talia sat quietly eating, taking her time to decide how best to answer I suppose. The five of us sat there eating a wonderful meal waiting for her answer. “If I agree with this plan of yours, I’ll need to take it to the pack to see if they’ll agree to share it with a Mage and your allies. I may choose on my own to help you with it either way, but I must ask what you need from me?”
I stayed with the direct approach as thus far with Talia and Arthur it has worked for me, “In the ritual I’m planning I want to properly represent as many if not all of the supernatural races and power types, tying the fabric of reality and those together. I believe this will increase my likelihood of success and well as make a more powerful node as all of the world’s people will be represented. I’m not going to lie to you. If the spell goes wrong; or even if it goes right I may be out of the picture for some time or even permanently. In either case my properties including the land where the node will be crated fall to Sindee and her training to Marcus. If I am simply incapacitated they will be given custodial rights, in the event of my death it goes to Sindee with the exceptions of what I detailed with my lawyer for my will. My lawyer is awakened and has instruction regarding the Node and Land based on both contingencies. Now as I’ve pretty much dropped a bomb on all of you, I’m going to take my fiancé, play a song on the jukebox and dance with her while we talk about all I just said.” I took Sindee by the hand an led her over to the jukebox.
“Andrew, are you positive you need to do this? I mean we just found each other so recently and I don’t want to lose what we have.” There were tears in her eyes as she spoke, but they hadn’t started falling. It broke my heart seeing her like that.
I leaned down and kissed her, warped my arms around her pulling her against me. “It has to be done and I’m the one who came up with the plan so I have to do it. I have more incentive than anyone else to succeed as well because I have you and you have my heart.” We just stood there wrapped in each other’s arms while Talia, Kyra and Marcus talked at the table. “I’m not a hero Sindee and I’m not trying to be. I’m doing what needs to be done because I can do it and no one else is.”
“I know, it’s one of the reasons that I fell in love with you from the start. I read the intake report and got a copy of the police report to find out what happened to you when you weren’t waking up. Your brother’s and you own statement to the police said that you were injured defending your mother and father from the person who attacked you. It said that you risked your life to save them and that makes you who you are. No matter what you say nor what others tell you, you are a hero precisely because of the choices you make. I may not like the possible results but I would hate for you to change and lose that part of yourself. Do what needs to be done and come back to me.”
“There is something you missed in what I said. I want all of you there to help me, you more than anyone else. I want you by my side as my wife and partner in all things. You are yourself a mage, with all the power and responsibility that comes with that. You are far more powerful than me with Life magick. When you awakened it was probably the second greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. Meeting you and coming back together here in Las Vegas was the greatest.” We danced slowly to a couple of songs on the jukebox before returning to the table to see where the conversation was headed there.
I pulled my chair out to sit when I looked more closely at the table. It was about eight feet across, large for a bar room table. It was divided into a dozen edged panels of hardwoods alternating between a dark and a blonde wood. His seat faced the front door with the back directly towards the bar. It struck me as an odd design for a bar, though as he used it for conferences and to meet people who came into the place the size made some sense. “So, do you have any more questions for me?” I asked those gathered at the table.
Talia spoke up first, “I have one. When do you plan to do this and how soon would you need my answer?”
“In about five weeks or so, and I would need your answer as soon as possible in the event I need to search for a different pack to work this spell with. Marcus, do you have anything to add or ask?”
“I’m sure you’ve already been asked if you’re insane and know the possible ramifications of such an action so I have a request. Let me do it for you, explain the spell and ritual so that I can do it.” Kyra looked at him with a worries expression and I knew then that she had fallen for him and I already knew he was in love with her.
“Marcus, as much as I appreciate the offer, you know that I need to be the one to do this as this ritual is one I am creating. Your willingness to offer is more than enough for me. Any other questions?”
“Why do you feel that you need to do this?” inquired Marcus.
“I had a vision in a dream about a possible future in the Ascension War. In this vision, the city was dead and deserted and I fought a powerful Nephandi. I think it was less a vision and more of an attack via time, correspondence and mind by the Nephandi because I woke in this reality with electrical burns and other injuries I received in the fight. It falls to me to stand between this being and the city, my friends and those I love.”
Kyra spoke up at that, “Grandmother, even if the pack refuses to aid him, I will leave the pack to start a new one and aid them. They are more than worthy of the support of a Pack. Andrew’s intent is to defend all the denizens of the city and surrounding area, accepting that it may cost him everything without blinking. He has earned the support I offer him.”
I was pleased and humbled by Kyra’s words after Sindee’s earlier statement. When Talia spoke up I was overwhelmed, “You speak the truth young one and no matter what the rest of the pack decides I will support him as you have chosen to do so. If the pack chooses against this course of action, I’m coming with you and I’ll being any that wish to follow. The pack will need to find someone to replace me.”
“I haven’t the words to describe how much what each of you said means to me. Thank you isn’t enough but it’s all I have for the moment.” I couldn’t speak another word after that.
The rest of our evening passed quickly, we drank, danced and just had fun for the night because we were planning for a war starting tomorrow. Sindee and I were as inseparable as always, as were Kyra and Marcus. Talia spent most of the night speaking with George for most of the night whenever he had a few minute. It was dawn before any of us left and we stopped for breakfast on the way to our respective homes. Talia stayed behind to continue her conversation with the gigantic werewolf.
We met every week at the existence so I could get the information I needed from Arthur as well as catch each other up on what we knew was going on in the war. Arthur was able to procure for me many representations of the different supernatural members of society. Kyra and Talia did wind up leaving their old pack to start another. The split they say was amicable and the two packs would ally and work together, but that the original pack saw the Ascension War as something for mortals and Mages and believed that they weren’t involved in it. I can’t abide willful blindness to the truth but I won’t condemn anyone for it either. Talia said that she would move near the Node once we created it and Kyra was already living in the city so the living arrangements were going to be easy to make. A few members of the pack did follow Talia and Kyra, mostly younger students like her.
When the house was completed and ready to move in I collected the keys. We weren’t going to move into the house until after the node was completed and we had it furnished. Sindee was packing her clothes and personal Items, and the beds into storage. She was going to rent the house out to Natalie to save her some money and since she trusted her to keep the house in good condition.
The days passed quickly and on the last weekend before I intended to cast the ritual Arthur surprised me by coming to the building site I had chosen with most of the supplies he had been gathering. He told me there were three more items that he would bring with him to the casting and would act as a battery and stabilizer for the energy flow of the spell I was about to perform. What he was offering was a compliment and great responsibility. While he was acting as a flow conduit, I would be shaping the spell. In the end, whatever happened to me he would also suffer as a part of the spell. To perform the task he was offering our minds would be linked and he would be as susceptible to everything that I was as the Mage casting the spell. If things went bad he would suffer the dangers as well.
The day had finally come to create a Node. I had spent the entire night in meditation open to the flow of Magick, infusing every cell of my body with stored potential to create and alter all that exist. You feel like a true god when you have that much power within, and this is where most Magi fall to hubris. I knew I wasn’t god and rooted that firmly in my mind to keep pride out of my way in this casting. I wrote the symbols of all the spheres around the sanctum, I sank the etchings into the surface using matter magick. I placed each representation of the supernatural races around the spot in a close circle leaving the North, South and center positions open for the three items that Arthur was bringing.
The group gathered that evening, Arthur even closed the Existence and brought the core members of his staff to aid in what was happening. They all spread around the room, where the item representing their race or faction was placed they stood. Arthur entered the circle with me with a few items in his hands. In the North position he places a small black ball of crystal, perfectly smooth that had an oily evil sense to it. He said that it was Black 13, the most dangerous glass of the Wizards Rainbow. The item he placed at the South position was the sword that I had seen Sam wearing in the Existence that first night, this was a powerful weapon and some form of talisman. Not powered by Magick but by another source, the blood magic of vampires I believe. The last item was in a case when Arthur set it down to open it. I felt nothing special from it until the case was opened, the Magick and Spiritual energies poured from the case were like a sensory overload. Arthur withdrew the sword inside and held it before him, pointing skyward. This was not just a Talisman but one of the few Wonders of our world, created by a combination of Magick and Legend granted power by belief and epic tales. It was a one of a kind item that will never again be duplicated. Arthur turned it point downward and drove the blade into the floor. The was no sound of metal striking ground, just the sound of blade slicing through clean until it was buried to the cross guard. I reached out to each mind surrounding me and brought it into the spell, giving them just pieces of the overall to hold on to. I took my time to shape the spell and set firmly what I wanted to have happen in the end. I had to weave all the spheres into this to ensure that the Magick flowed easily here. I kept working the image and spell in my head as Arthur flowed more energy to me through the link between us. It was hours before I was ready to cast the final portion of the spell and bind the planes together here creating the Node. I gather all the power I had stored in my own cells and wrapped into it the flow coming from Arthur. I drove the energy through the nine sphered braiding the stands together in my mind, forcing the energy into the ground and across the planes. I twisted the Magick into the fabric of the Tellurian mentally knotting the planes together and released the Magick into it. I felt the power flowing through me in a strength I didn’t know was possible, it felt magma in my veins and silk across my skin at the same time. There was a bright glow in the room and then total darkness and silence around me……………

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 6: Mary’s Decision

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Six: Mary’s Decision
“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” Mark told me. “If your love for me out weighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won’t stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise, I want ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it. I love you Mary.”
I heard Mark stand up and leave the room as I sobbed into my hands. No wonder I acted the whore today. A man I never met tells me to do the most depraved things and I just did them, without thought or question. It was like he had some animal magnetism, that he awoken some lust buried inside me, that I chose to do these things. That these feelings naturally led to me falling in love with him. But to find out that he controlled me. That I was little more than a puppet dancing on his whims. Fuck, it was more than I could take, my body shook as I cried. The weight of learning Mark had the magical power, from the Devil no less, that let him control people just by telling them what to was crushing my soul.
And the worst part was, I loved him. I ached for him. I wanted to run upstairs and shout out how much I loved him and embrace him and kiss him and … and fuck him. But how could I trust myself around him. With a simple command, I would be putty in his hand, free to perform whatever perverse acts he imagined.
Perverse acts you enjoyed.
No! He made me enjoy them. As long as I am around him, I would be as much his slave as Allison and Desiree.
But he released you. He freed you from his power. If he wanted to, he could make you stay, make you want to be with him, and make you forget you ever were even angry with him. With a word, you would beg him to degrade you further. You would crawl after him on your hands and knees.
No! No! No! I am my own woman. I’m not Mark’s slave. I’m not an object to satiate his lusts! My soul was torn in pieces.
I stood up, I had to get out of here. Wrapping the robe about me, I grabbed the keys to the Eos Mark had … had stolen for me. Christ, this was fucked up. I was dressed only in the flimsiest of silk robes. It did little to cover my naked body beneath, but there was no time to change. What if he came back downstairs and brainwashed me again. Panic gripped my heart and I bolted from the table. As I raced through the living room I grabbed one of the Old Navy shopping bags Allison had carelessly left on the floor. I did not care what outfits were in there. I could change latter, once I was away. Once I was free.
I rushed outside, unlocking the Eos and jumping in. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned the key. The car started with a low purr. I was going to escape, I was going to leave, to be free. I grabbed the gear shift and froze. You love him. The sentence seemed to float from the deepness of my soul. You love him.
But, he hurt me. He degraded me. Fresh sobs wracked my body
Yes. But who hasn’t hurt the one they love.
Tears rolled down my cheek, my stomach tangled with emotions. I tried to put the car into gear, but my hand refused to move. If I just put the car in reverse, I would be free. Come on, girl, it’s not worth the risk. If you go back, you’ll just be his slave again.
You’re free right now. Mark gave you a choice. No matter what you choose, you’re free.
He hurt me. How can I return to him.
You love him. You can forgive him.
I froze. I could forgive him. My heart thumped in my chest. I could forgive him. I loved Mark, ached for him. My hands trembled on the gear stick. It didn’t matter why I loved him. Mark was right, it just mattered that I did love him. And he loved me. If he didn’t love me, he would treat me just like Allison and Desiree. Like a whore. You seen him with other women. Half the time he could careless if they enjoyed the sex, if they had an orgasm. But with me he make sure I have fun, that I cum.
And what about Allison and Desiree. I can’t deny that I didn’t get off ordering them around, treating them as objects to satiate my lusts. There was something intoxicating about someone who would do whatever filthy thing you desire. A beautiful woman who was more than happy to get down on her knees and pleasure you with her tongue, her fingers. Mark cold have had that from me. He did have that from me, back at my work with Cynthia and Vivian. And he freed me. Could I do the same to Allison or Desiree. I shifted in the seat, my pussy itched with desire. No, I don’t think I could. There were definitely perks staying with Mark. But, what if makes me his slave again? I loved Mark, but did I trust him.
Then, in a single moment of clarity, it came to me. There was a way to make sure we would forever be equals in our love, that I could trust him.
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The front door opened. A car engine started.
Mary was going to leave.
I sobbed into my hands. Mary was right to leave me. I never should have told her to love me. I never should have told her to fuck me, or destroy her relationship with her boyfriend. I brought her nothing but betrayal and pain. How did you do that to someone you loved. The guilt threatened to swallow my soul.
I snorted in derision. My soul. What did that matter, it wasn’t even mine anymore. I sold it for these power. And one day with my powers and this was the result. I fucked up badly. I was an idiot to think I would stop being a loser just because I got powers.
What did anything matter.
Love is for the weak, a voice whispered in my head, bringing me back from the brink of despair. Remember what you promised yourself this morning. You are a new man. You don’t need guilt. You also don’t need love. Love just made you cared about those whores. And now you lost your favorite. Your saucy filly.
She wasn’t my whore, though. You don’t love your whore. And I loved Mary. This wasn’t just lust. I felt something different with her than with Cynthia and Vivian. And she means more to me than Allison, who I feel a certain fondness for.
Maybe you loved her, but she didn’t love you back. She just did what you told her.
I pulled out the ring box from my pants pocked and opened it up to stare at the diamond engagement ring. In the dark room, without any light to reflect its brilliant fire, it was just another dull stone. Just like Mary’s soul. Mary never loved me, she just reflected the light of my commands, reflecting a brilliant fire that enchanted me, blinded me with its beauty. But without my commands, there was nothing to reflect, just a dull soul who was disgusted with me, hated me.
The case snapped shut. I should get rid of the ring. Flush it down the toilet, throw it in the garbage. I didn’t need it. I had my whores. All I would ever have is my whores. Allison and Desiree and more would come. You didn’t love a whore. You didn’t marry a whore. You just fucked a whore, poured your cum into her mouth, pussy, or ass. Allison and Desiree were wet and willing just down the hall. I could forget all about love and Mary between their thighs. My cock stirred in my pants. I would fuck them raw.
“Mark,” a voice whispered in the dark.
I looked up and my heart froze. “Mare?” I asked in disbelief, seeing her beautiful form outlined in the doorway. I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed the door open, light flooding in from the hallway, silhouetting her nude body beneath the silk robe. She was an angel, shining brilliantly with love. She was free of my commands, she was reflecting the brilliance of her own love.
She floated to me and knelt beside me and I embraced her, sobbing on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mary, so sorry.” Everything I had been feeling: guilt, shame, fear, heartbreak, despair, poured out of my soul. Her gentle arms encircled me, silky hair brushing my cheek.
“Shh,” Mary whispered, rocking me in her comforting arms. “I forgive you. But, there needs to be a change.” She pulled away, cupping my face in her soft hands and her green eyes peered through my eyes into my soul.
“Anything,” I begged.
“We need to be equals,” Mary stated. “Our relationship can never last if we’re not equals.”
“Of course, Mare,” I said happily, and hugged her tightly and Mary hugged me tightly, back. “Of course.”
“To be equals, I need to make my own pact.”
I stiffened in her arms. “You know what your saying. You would sell your soul.”
“Yes,” she answered. “Then we’ll be equals.”
I swallowed. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t worth it. But I never would have met this beautiful, forgiving woman with out my own Pact. “Okay,” I agreed, forcing down my objections.
Mary relaxed and was overcome with emotions, tears brimming in her eyes. I gently wiped a tear away and she kissed my palm. And then we were both crying and hugging and then we were kissing passionately. Her tongue was hot in my mouth. Somehow, the pink robe had come undone and her breasts where in my hands, soft and firm, her nipples hard as my fingers gently played with them and Mary moaned softly into my mouth. The scent of coconut filled my nose, strands of auburn hair brushed my face. Soft hands were unbuttoning my pants and then they found my cock, hard and throbbing, and freed it from the prison of my clothes.
I was standing up, and Mary was cradled in my arms. Her arms were around my neck and we kissed before I laid her out on the bed. She was lithe and wet and wiggling and so beautiful. I pulled my shirt off and shoved off my pants and underwear. Her eyes glistened with desire and her arms and legs spread open as I laid on top of her, and she pulled me into her embrace. Mary’s tongue was hot in my mouth, while her delicate fingers grasped my cock and guided it to wet pussy.
Her pussy lips felt like silk as she rubbed my cock up and down on her slit. And then the head found her hole and I was inside my love. We both groaned together and we slowly writhed in unison. Kissing and panting. Her pussy was warm and wet, inviting and oh so sweet.
“I love you,” I whispered as my cock plunged slowly, over and over into her wetness. “I love you, too,” she whispered back, kissing me, grinding her clit into my pelvis as I bottomed out inside her.
Our hips moved with more urgency, my cock fanning the flames of her orgasm, her pussy fanning mine. My hands found a breast, firm and soft in my hand. Her fingers racked my back as her passions built. “So close,” she whispered into my ear, biting gently. Our hips were fucking each other hard. “Harder, harder, my stallion!” she moaned. And then my filly bucked underneath me as her pleasure surged through her body. My filly’s pussy milked my cock as she spasmed in pleasure and my seed emptied deep into my love.
I rolled off Mary and she snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest, auburn hair spilling across me. I stroked her hair and she sighed contentedly, her own hand lazily stroking my stomach. We laid like that, enjoying the feel of the other, the peace and happiness. Her breathing slowed and she fell asleep upon me. I closed my eyes and joined her in sleep.
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Something was warm and wet sucking on my dick, sucking me back to consciousness. It was dark, still the middle of the night, and Mary’s mouth was on my dick, her tongue swirling around my cock’s sensitive head. In the dark, I could see her kneeling beside me, her hips next to my head. Her auburn hair, black in the darkness, spread across her face like a curtain.
I reached out, caressing her leg, running my hand up to her ass and gently pulled her to me. Her leg lift and she straddled my face. I could smell her arousal, sweet and spicy, and she lowered her pussy to my lips. My nose pressed into her slit, breathing her desire in, as my lips and tongue found her hard, spongy clit. I sucked her clit as she deep-throated my cock and we both moaned into the other’s sex.
I drank her nectar, sweet and spicy, as she bobbed her head on my dick. She would bob rapidly a few times, then deep-throat me, her throat constricting tightly about my cock as her lips kissed my pubic hair, before sliding up and starting over. I sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet, sucking pussy, wiggling and fucking my fingers into her, searching for her G-Spot. When I found it, she bucked on top of me, sucking hard on my cock.
We came together, my cum flooding her mouth, her juices flooding my mouth. Mary slid up to me and we kissed, tasting each other’s pleasure. This time, I laid my head on her soft breasts and drifted off to sleep in my love’s embrace.
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Soft light was filtering through the window as the sun rose over Mount Rainier. Mary’s body pressed against my side, her back away from me and her ass soft on my hip. My right arm was trapped beneath her so I rolled onto my side and pressed up against her and held my sleeping love. I dozed holding her, Mary’s ass rubbing softly against my cock, which started hardening against the silk of her skin.
I started to kiss the slope of her neck, running a hand from her hip, up her side and cupping a small breast. Mary sighed, rubbing her ass against my cock. Then my cock slipped between her thighs, rubbing along her slit. Mary shifted some more, rubbing her cunt along my cock and between her smooth thighs. Her cunt started to moisten as I slowly fucked my dick along her groove.
“Ohh, put it in!” Mary moaned, sleepily.
I shifted my hips and the head of my cock slid into her pussy and I slowly fucked her. Mary turned her head and we kissed. It felt good to be in her cunt, the walls gripping my dick with a silky grip. “God, you feel good,” I whispered in her ear, kissing and biting her lobe. “Feels good to be in my filly!”
She grabbed the hand on her breast and dragged it down to her cunt and she rubbed my fingers against her hard clit. She moaned, grounding my hand against her clit and I started to fuck her harder, faster. “Oh, fuck me!” Mary panted. “My randy stallion, fuck me!” Her cunt constricted about my cock as she came. “Sweet god!” she screamed and bucked in my arm.
“Oh, god!” I groaned and shot my cum into my filly.
I held her, cradling her in my arms as her pussy cradled my softening dick. I kissed her shoulder and neck, my hand slid up her hip and found her breast again. I gently massaged her tit. “I love you,” Mary whispered, sleepily. I kissed her cheek, squeezed her breast, and whispered back, “love you.” My eyes closed and I fell back to sleep inside my love.
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There was a gentle knock at the door and Mary stirred in my arms. “Hello?” Mary asked, sleepily.
“Master, Mistress, we have breakfast,” Allison said quietly. “My we come in.”
I brushed a strand of auburn hair off Mary’s cheek and kissed her. She smiled. “Good morning, hun.”
“Mornin’, Mare.” I hugged her and kissed her a second time. “Last night was amazing.”
“It was amazing,” Mary purred, kissing me back. Then she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I gotta pee real bad.”
“Oh,” I said, letting her go. She sprang from the bed and I caught a glimpse of her naked ass rushing across the room and disappearing into the bathroom.
There was another soft rap at the door. “Master, Mistress, may we come in,” Allison asked a second time. “We have breakfast.”
I rubbed sleep from my eyes and sat up in the bad. “Yeah, come in.”
Allison and Desiree walked into the room carrying silver trays. Each tray had a glass of orange juice and plates with french toast, poached eggs and strips of bacon. Both girls were naked, like the good little sluts that they were. Allison had the lithe and nubile body of a teenager, her hair dyed a bright, bubblegum pink. Her breasts were large and perky, pink nipples pierced with silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and tattooed on her groin was the phrase, “Cum on in” with a little arrow pointing down to her clit. Desiree was a more mature woman, in her late twenties. Her skin was a rich, nut brown, evidence of her Hispanic heritage, voluptuous and curvy, with a pleasantly plump rear, and her breasts were large and full and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Dark, pink nipples rising proudly from large aerolas topped her generous bosoms. Her pussy was also shaved, exposing her large, protruding labia.
Desiree set her tray next to me on the nightstand while Allison walked around the bed, and set Mary’s tray on the other nightstand. A toilet flushed in the bathroom, followed by the sink running, and then Mary walked out as naked as the sluts. She was beautiful, curvy. Her breasts were the smallest of the three women, small and firm with dusky nipples and covered in freckles. Her face was heart-shaped and freckled and she had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Her pussy was waxed, save for a heart of fiery hair on her groin.
“Oh, Mistress, you stayed,” Allison said, flinging her arms about Mary. Mary hugged her back and kissed her gently. Allison rubbed her body against Mary’s and their kisses became more passionate.
I grabbed a slice of bacon and popped it into my mouth. I motioned to Desiree to join me and she slid her voluptuous body against mine, her large tits spilling across my chest. I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her mouth and tasted pussy. An image of Desiree between Allison’s thighs flashed through my mind. Her thighs spread and her wet pussy pushed up against my thigh. Her hand grasped my cock and she gently stroked it.
“Isn’t she beautiful,” I whispered to Desiree. Desiree murmured, nuzzling at my neck. “She’s getting randy,” I told Desiree, watching Mary’s hand gripping Allison hip, then sliding down to her ass. Allison was kissing Mary’s neck, grinding her cunt into Mary’s. I loved watching girls trib. My cock was hard in Desiree’s hand. I pinched Desiree’s plump ass and told her, “Climb on my dick.”
“Yes, mi Rey!” she husked. I wasn’t sure what “mi Rey” meant, but she sounded sexy saying it. She straddled my waist, her large breasts swinging heavily in my face. I sucked a hard on a fat nipple and Desiree cooed. Her hands grasped my cock, guiding it to her wet pussy. Oh fuck, it felt so good as she slowly slid down my cock, moaning with her sultry voice. She fucked me slow, rising up a little bit and sliding back down, her cunt silky, tight on my cock.
“You’re so big!” Desiree moaned, “Mi hombre hermoso!”
Desiree arched her back, her and fucked me harder. Her tits bounced deliciously before me. I rubbed my hand up her thigh and grasped her hip. She rocked her hips on my cock faster and faster, moaning lustfully. I grasped a full breast, and found a hard nipple. Behind Desiree, I could just see Mary leaning against the wall, Allison’s face in her muff. Mary’s small, freckled breasts heaved with her desire.
“Oh, fuck!” Mary moaned, writhing on Allison’s face. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious feeling of Desiree’s cunt on my cock. The mattress creaked and dipped as someone crawled onto the bed and I opened my eyes to see Mary snuggled up against me. Her body was flush from her orgasm. She kissed my neck, her hand playing with my chest hair. Allison climbed on the bed behind Desiree and pressed her body into Desiree’s back. She kissed Desiree’s shoulder and Allison started rubbing her cunt on Desiree’s ass as she rode me.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I moaned as Allison wrapped her hands around Desiree, cupping a heavy breast with one and sliding the other down to play with her clit.
“You getting close to cumming?” Mary whispered. “Are you going to cum in that dirty whore’s snatch?” She licked my ear and her hand trailed down my chest and stomach and she started playing with my curly pubes.
“¡Yo estoy correrse!” Desire moaned in Spanish, bucking atop me and her cunt throbbing about my dick as the slut came. I grunted and shot my cum inside Desire’s pussy.
Mary kissed me on the lips as Desiree rolled off me. “Did you have a good cum?” she asked me. I murmured a yes and kissed her back. Desiree started to moan as Allison started eating my cum out of her pussy like a good slut. Mary smacked Desiree’s ass, “You sluts take that out of here.”
“Yes Mistress,” Allison said, face sticky with cum and juices and she pulled Desiree out of the room.
We lazily fed each other cold bacon and french toast, spilling syrup on each other, and then licking the syrup up. I thought licking syrup off Mary’s tit was sexy, but when she licked some of my chest and nipple, that was sexier. And then we kissed, lips sticky with sweet syrup. Belly’s full of Desiree’s delicious breakfast, we cuddled. I stroked my Mary’s hair and warmth spread through my body. I was happy. I wanted us to stay like this forever.
Sadly, my bladder had other ideas.
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After showering with Mary, and making love to her in the shower, we dressed in the clothes that Allison or Desiree had laid out. Mary pulled on pair of lacy red panties and a white, corset dress with a short skirt. The dress and panties must have been some of the clothes she bought at Hot Topic while I was behind the register, dick deep in the salesgirls cunt. She looked hot and trashy in the dress. Finally, she placed the heart-shaped locket I got for her around her neck, the locket nestling in her cleavage For me the sluts had laid out a pair of striped boxers and blue jeans and blue-striped white polo.
Mary walked out the sliding glass doors and sat on a loveseat on the balcony. I joined her and she snuggled up against her and we stared at the white-capped peak of Mount Rainier. The mountain was as beautiful as always, rising white and blue and gray out of the Cascades Mountains, dwarfing everything about it. A small dome of clouds hovered above the peak.
After a moment’s silence, Mary asked. “How do I summon the Devil.”
“Well, we’ll need a box,” I started. “And a sexy photo of you.”
“It has to be sexy?” Mary asked, surprised.
“Any picture of you would be sexy,” I told her, rubbing her thigh. “Especially in this dress.” I leered down her bodice. Mary shifted, thrusting out her tits, a pleased smile graced her lips.
“So that’s it, I need a sexy photo and a box?”
“Well, there’s the yarrow, and the…” Mary cut me off with, “What’s a yarrow?”
“It’s a small, white flower. We can pick one up at Lowes or Home Depot. And then we’ll need grave dirt.” Mary arched an eyebrow at that. “And, the bone of a black cat.”
Mary blinked in surprise. “A bone. You mean you killed a kitty?” Mary asked, plaintively. And then she punched my arm.
I shifted, uncomfortable. “Yeah,” I said, slowly and cleared my throat.
Mary swallowed. “So, I have to kill a cat?”
I shook my head. “Um, I have, um, leftovers,” I said, delicately. Mary relaxed, but still looked uncomfortable. I squeezed her thigh. “It’ll be okay.”
She breathed in deeply. “Okay, so I guess we need to go shopping.”
We found are sluts cleaning the house, still naked. I told Desiree to take Allison out and get them both sexy maid outfits to wear inside house and for them to buy the sluttiest clothes to wear outside the house. Desiree would take her car, a white BMW 3-series, and to use her husband’s credit cards. Mary told her to go to a sex shop and buy some strap-ons and dildos. An image of Mary wearing a strap-on fucking Allison or Desiree flashed in my mind and I smiled. Mary saw my smile and gave me a wicked grin in return, and then she handed a list of art supplies that she wanted the sluts to buy. Mary was an artist, attending De Vry University to get a degree in Graphic Design.
I grabbed my keys, my wallet and my camcorder and Mary grabbed her purse and we left the house and got into the Mustang. The engine roared to life and I sped out of the neighborhood. A lifetime of speeding had prepared me to drive my Mustang recklessly. Mary held onto the “oh shit” handle. I wasn’t sure what the handle above the passenger seat was for, but that’s what my friends and I called it. You held onto it when the driver was taking turns way to fast and yell, “Oh shit!” in terror as you prayed your friend wouldn’t get you killed.
Mary punched my arm. “Fuck, you trying to kill us!” She was mad so I slowed down to just fifteen over the speed limit and that mollified her.
We made good time zipping down 39th Avenue and reached the Lowes. This Lowes had opened just the year before, right across the street from the old Lowes. I parked the car and we made our way through the store and into the warm, damp greenhouse attached to the side of the building. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the acrid scent of fertilizers.
I was searching the rows of flowers, looking for the yarrow I had bought here just last week when Mary nudged me. I looked over at her and she pointed down the end of the row. There stood two beautiful, fifteen year old identical twins. They were both blonde, one had short hair and the other a long braid. Short hair wore tight, white shorts that clung to her boyish hips and a pink tank top that exposed the beautiful slope of her perky breasts. Braid wore a button up, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves and a tight, dark blue miniskirt. Both girls had gorgeous, skinny legs. Behind them shopped a man and woman, clearly their parents.
The father was a big, blonde man with a fit, athletic build that made him look younger than a man who had two teenage daughters should. And his wife was a stunning, brunette bombshell. She wore a tight, red tank top striped with white chevrons, her breasts filling the shirt out nicely, and a pair of skinny jeans that hug her ample curves like a second skin.
“What do you think,” I asked Mary.
“Mmhh, I’ll take the wife and you can have the daughters,” Mary purred. “I want to suck on those titties. They are as big as Desiree’s.”
I led Mary down the aisle. “Hi,” I greeted, shaking hands with the father. “I’m Mark and this is Mary.”
“Oh, I’m Cathy Cunningham,” the wife said. “This is my husband, Jim.” Jim grunted, it may have been a greeting. “Don’t mind him, he’s shy around strangers. And these are daughters Daisy and Rose,” Cathy continued. Short hair turned out to be Daisy and braid was Rose. “It’s been so much easier to tell them apart now that there teenagers,” Cathy joked. “When they were little they just had to wear the same clothes.”
The two girls blushed and glanced furiously at their mother. “Mom!” they exclaimed in the embarrassed exasperation of a teenage girl.
“You have two beautiful daughters,” I complemented. “And Mary and I would love to see their titties.”
The girls blushed even more red. “C’mon girls,” their mother urged. “Show them your titties.” Jim glanced in shock at his wife but made no move to stop.
I pulled out my camcorder and filmed as Daisy pulled her tanktop off and Rose started to unbutton her blouse. Daisy’s bra was white with a little pink bow between the cups and she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Daisy’s perky C-Cups were exposed while Rose was still struggling to with the little buttons on her blouse. Finally, Rose unbuttoned her shirt and her bra turned out to be lacy and purple and clasped in the front. Her tits spilled out just as perky as her sister when she unclasped the bra.
“Aren’t those some beautiful tits?” I asked. Mary licked her lips.
“Oh, sweeties, they are beautiful,” their mother cooed.
“Yeah,” Jim muttered. “Th-they’re beautiful.”
Both girls blushed, please and embarrassed, and relaxed, starting to lose their self consciousness at being topless in front of their parents and complete strangers. Growing confident, they struck poses, thrust out their perky tits.
“Holy shit!” a man gasped behind us. Shit, I was too excited by the twins to remember to secure the garden area and a Lowes employee in a blue apron gaped at the topless teens. A nametag said he was Victor, Garden Center Manager.
“You, Victor, lock the garden center up, tell anyone there’s a spill that needs to be cleaned up!” I barked. “Yes, sir,” Victor gulped and scurried off to follow my orders.
“Why don’t you take off your bottoms,” Mary suggested and frowned as the teens ignored her.
“Everyone, do what Mary says,” I ordered. “So, bottoms off girls. Let’s see you naked.”
“Yeah,” their father grunted, his cock was tenting his pants.
The girls kicked off their tennis shoes and pulled off white socks. Daisy wiggled out of her tight shorts and Rose found the zipper on her skirt. This time she was the faster of the two sisters, her skirt falling to her feet and then off came her purple panties exposing a blonde furred muff. Daisy finally peeled out of her shorts and pulled off her Minnie Mouse panties and she was shaved bare, her slit tight and girlish.
Mary slipped behind Cathy and pressed up against her. “Relax,” Mary whispered into Cathy’s ear and started to pull her sundress up, over her body. For a woman that bore twins she was in amazing shape. Flat stomach, curvy hits and large breasts contained in a blue, strapless bra. A blue thong covered her pussy. Mary started kissing her neck and the magnificent breasts spilled out of her bra when Mary released the clasp. Cathy’s nipples were the same shade of dark pink as her daughters.
“Daisy, Rose, you girls ever been with a girl?” I asked the twins, filming the nubile bodies.
“You mean lez out?” Rose asked. Daisy nodded eagerly, “We love to lez out! We do it with all our girlfriends.”
“What?” gasped Cathy as Mary’s hand slid into her panties. “I thought you girls hadn’t had sex, yet.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “Lezzing out isn’t sex, mom. It’s only sex if a guy sticks his dick in your cunny.”
I looked from one twin to the other. “You girls ever lezzed out with each other?”
Both of their faces mirrored disgust. “We’re sisters,” Rose said, “that’s disgusting.”
“Tell your daughter’s you wanna see them fuck,” Mary whispered into Cathy’s ear, Mary’s finger fucking Cathy’s cunt underneath her blue thong.
“Oh, baby-girls, lez out for mamma,” Cathy moaned.
The girls looked at their father, who rubbed his cock through his jeans. “Oh, girls, you’re so beautiful.”
Rose looked at her sister, playing with her braid. “Daisy, I have jilled off thinking about you,” Rose admitted, face reddening.
Daisy squealed and threw herself at her sister, kissing her over and over. Between kisses, she exclaimed, “I … have … flicked … my … bean … thinking … about … you!”
My cock was hard, watching two, twin teenage sisters make out, their breasts pressed together. Their hands ran up and down their youthful bodies, groping tight asses and perky tits. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Their thighs parted and each girl shoved a leg against her sister’s crotch. Rose’s cunt rubbed on Daisy’s thigh, and Daisy’s cunt on her sister. They moaned, grinding on their sisters as their orgasms built.
Mary’s dress was off now, and she was sucking on Cathy’s round tits, wearing only her red panties. Mary kissed down Cathy’s taut stomach and knelt before her. She grabbed Cathy’s blue thong and pulled it down, exposing a small patch of brown hair. Cathy gasped and jumped as Mary’s tongue buried into her snatch. “Oh, wow,” Cathy moaned. “Oh, wow! That’s … that’s amazing.”
“See, mom,” Daisy panted. “Lezzing out is soo much fun!”
“It is!” Cathy moaned.
Daisy ass flexed as she rubbed her cunt on her sister’s thighs. “Oh, Rosie, I’m gonna cum!” The twins bucked against each other, moaning and kissing, as they came together. “Wow, we shoulda lezed out together years ago,” Daisy murmured to her sister, who just nodded her head.
“Which girl do you want to fuck?” I asked Jim.
“I …” Jim trailed off, staring at his nubile daughters.
I nodded. “I get it. How can you choose. You love both your daughters. So, I’ll pop Daisy’s cherry and you’ll pop Rose’s.” I held out my hand and Daisy grasped it delicately and I led her a few feet away. She kissed me, her mouth hot and her tongue writhed about my tongue.
Jim swallowed. “ ‘kay,” he muttered. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a large cock and stumbled towards his daughter. “Oh, daddy, is that for me?” Rose asked, staring hungrily at his dick.
Daisy rubbed my cock through my jeans. With a snap, she deftly opened my pants and pulled out my dick, stroking it softly. I ran my hand up from her hip, across her lean side and grasped a perky, full tit. Daisy moaned throatily into my lips as I fondled her breast and played with a hard nipple. God, I had to be in this hot, teenage slut. I broke the kiss and turned her around and shoved her against a table. Her slim ass wiggled before me and I rubbed my cock across her tight, wet slit.
“Please!” Daisy begged, “Stick it in! I’m so wet!”
I found her tight opening and shoved my dick in slowly. My cock head popped in and I felt her hymen blocking my progress. I gripped her hips and held the camcorder to capture her deflowering, and shoved in hard and slow. The hymen held for a second and then ripped and my cock buried into her tight cunt. Daisy cried in pain and when I pulled my cock back, pink stained my shaft. I thrust in slowly and Daisy gave another grunt of pain. I reached around and played with her nipples and slowly her cries of pain transformed into pleasure.
Jim was lying on the floor. Rose was lying on top of him, making out with her father while she rubbed his cock on her pussy. Then she rose up, grasped her daddy’s cock and aimed it for her pussy. She slowly lowered herself on the dick. She paused, her hymen resisting, and then her cherry was popped and she sank down the shaft with a groan of pain. Rose rested for a minute, panting as she got used to her dad’s large cock in her tight pussy. Then she raised up and slid back down, slowly riding her father.
“Oh, Rosie!” Jim moaned. “Oh, god your tight! Fuck, this is amazing!”
“Daddy, daddy!” Rose panted, riding him faster. “I love you, daddy!”
“Fuck those little whores!” Cathy moaned. “Fuck my baby-girls! Fuck their naughty pussies! Oh, crap! I’m there! God, I’m there!” She bucked on Mary’s face as she came. Mary stood up, slid off her red panties, and then pulled Cathy down to the floor where they slipped into a sixty-nine.
Daisy was moaning wordlessly as I started to fuck her hard. Her cunt rippled on my cock as she came. I kept fucking her, pulling on her nipple and filming my pink-stained cock plunging into her pussy over and over. She was bucking wildly back into me as a second orgasm rolled through her. The velvety tightness of her cunt milking my cock was too much and I came hard into her young womb. Breathing heavily, I rested in her teenage cunt and watched the other two couples.
Mary and Cathy were writhing on the other’s faces, moaning and licking and fingerfucking. Rose was bouncing hard and fast one her dad, perky tits swaying and jiggling. “Oh, daddy!” moaned Rose. “Pour your spunk in my pussy!” Rose writhed as she came and her father groaned wordless. Then she collapsed on her dad’s chest, kissing him as his cock, covered in pink froth, popped out of her pussy and white semen slowly trickled out of her tight slit.
The four of use now watched Mary and Cathy eating pussy. Mary was on top and her ass writhed on Cathy’s face. Cathy was gripping her plump butt, pulling her down into her face. Mary had two fingers in Cathy’s cunt curling them up and searching for her G-spot. Cathy bucked beneath her, so Mary must have found it. Cathy was fucking her face into Mary’s vulva and Mary spasmed as she climaxed on Cathy’s face.
Mary rolled off Cathy, who stood up unsteadily. She looked at Daisy and then Rose and smiled. “My little girls are women, now,” she said in wonder. She opened her arms. “Come here, girls.”
Rose stood up and stumbled to her mother. I pulled out of Daisy with a sucking pop and she walked gingerly to her mother. Cathy embraced both daughters, pulling them to her. She kissed Daisy and then Rose on the lips. Cathy was pushed back into the wall and each little minx wrapped their legs about one of Cathy’s, and started to rub their cum stained pussies on their mother’s thighs.
“Oh, lez out with mommy!” Cathy moaned, cradling her daughters.
“Remember when we did this with Sally?” Rose asked her sister.
Daisy gave a wicked giggle. “Yeah! I’m still not sure how we all fit in that bathroom stall. But it was a lot more fun then English!”
“You were this close to me,” Rose whispered, “and I was to scared to do this.” She reached out, and placed her hand on her sister’s ass, squeezing gently, and leaned in to kiss her. Daisy moved her own hand onto her sister’s ass. The sister’s broke their kiss, a string of saliva momentarily connected their lips and then, grinning, they hefted their mother’s large tits and sucked a nipple into their mouths.
“Oh, my baby-girls!” moaned Cathy, hugging her daughters as they writhed on her thighs. “I missed you nursing at my breasts so much.”
Jim was sitting up on his arms, watching his wife and daughters make love. I saw Mary starring at Jim’s cock and she licked her lips and then moved over to him. I gaped in surprise. I had ordered Mary to only desire women and me. Why was she lusting after Jim.
Because I freed her from my control last night.
I opened my mouth to protest and Mary shot me a warning glance as she lowered herself down, straddling his waist. We were equals now. Mary was okay watching me fuck other women. I need to be okay if she wanted to fuck other men. Fear gripped my stomach, what if she likes his cock more than mine. I swallowed as Jim’s cock poked at Mary’s pussy and she slid down, moaning wantonly as he filled her up.
Mary looked back at me and smiled. My fear relaxed. There was love in her eyes. She reached behind her and spread her ass cheeks, her asshole winking at me. I lower myself behind her, my cock finding her asshole and I pushed into her velvety warmth. Mary moaned just as wantonly as my cock slid inside her ass, one hand wrapped around her to grasp her small breast.
“Thank you,” Mary whispered, turning her face and kissing me over her shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you, Mare,” I whispered and started to fuck my cock in her ass.
Mary started rocking her hips and I could feel Jim’s cock fucking to her pussy. It took us a few tries to find a rhythm that worked, but I was sliding in and out of her ass as she rode Jim’s cock. It was exciting, realizing another cock was in my lover’s pussy. Mary was moaning, “Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!” over and over. “I’m so close, fuck me studs!” My orgasm neared, and I started to pound her ass hard and felt her ass clench about my cock as she came. I groaned and shot my load into her ass.
I stumbled back, my cock popping out of Mary’s ass followed by a trickle of cum. Jim still hadn’t cum. He had cum once already and didn’t have my stamina. Mary started to really ride his cock hard. I looked over at Cathy and her daughters. Both girls were writhing wildly on her thighs. All three taking turns kissing and sucking nipples and squeezing asses. Rose was cumming on her mother’s thigh, shuddering in pleasure. She kissed her mother and then slowly started to writhe some more on her mother.
I had Daisy, and now I wanted Rose. I walked behind her, my cock hard, and found the rosebud of her asshole. She gasped in pain as I slowly shoved it in. Beside her, Daisy convulsed and flooded her mother’s thighs with girl-cum. I fucked Rose’s ass hard, shoving her into her mother. “Fuck her ass,” Daisy moaned and slapped my butt. “Fuck her hard, stud!”
Mary was moaning loudly again, the low, throaty moan that meant she was cumming. Jim grunted and I knew his cum was shooting into my Mary’s pussy. “Daisy, go suck out the cum out of Mary’s ass and pussy,” I ordered and slapped her ass back.
“Oh, fuck,” Mary groaned as Daisy spread her ass cheeks and sucked my cum out of her ass.
With Daisy gone, Cathy was able to writhe on Rose’s thigh. Rose’s ass gripped my cock tightly and she started to kiss her mother passionately. Cathy’s hand reach around and found my balls, gently squeezing them. Mary was on her back now, sixty-nining with Daisy. Mary devoured my cum from Daisy’s cunt as Daisy sucked her father’s cum out of Mary’s pussy. Jim just lay on the floor, breathing hard and watching his family fuck.
Everyone was panting and moaning, building to their orgasms. Cathy sucked on her daughter’s tongue as Rose climaxed, writhing between Cathy and I. Cathy bucked on her daughter’s thigh, massaging my balls, and gasping as she came. Her hands were teasing the cum out of my balls, and I groaned and shot my load into her teenage ass. On the floor, Mary and Daisy rolled about as they came together, flooding each other’s mouths with cunt juices.
Mary and I left the Cunningham’s kissing and helping each other get dressed. I told the family to continue fucking each other and Daisy excitedly told her father she was eager for his cock. Mary pulled on her white, corset dress and found her red panties. She held them up, frowning. Potting soil had spilled on them and stained them black.
“Guess you’ll have to go commando,” I said, grinning. With the dress’s short skirt, she’ll have to be careful or someone could get an eyeful of her ass and cunt.
We found the Yarrow and slipped out the store with it. An employee tried to stop us but I told him we paid and he told us to have a nice day. I unlocked the Mustang with the keyless remote and we got in. Mary leaned over and kissed me. “Thank you for trusting me,” she said.
“I realized that if you let me fuck other women, I need to let you fuck other men,” I told her.
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After we left Lowes, Mary insisted we went shoe shopping. Mary need a box, she claimed, but she ended up getting ten different pairs of shoes from sneakers to stiletto heals. At the Puyallup Cemetery, we walked in, Mary scooped dirt off a fresh grave and dumped in the box and we left. The black cat bones were at my shitty apartment, so we drove to Parkland. Inside it was a dump, empty pizza boxes and garbage strewn everywhere. Mary took one look inside and said she’d wait outside. I went in, dug around my kitchen, and found the black cat bone. I also grabbed some some personal items, and then left my apartment. I planned on never returning. For the picture, I took a photo of her with my phone and we printed it off at a Walgreens. She looked very sexy.
We grabbed a bit to eat and then we decided to see a movie to pass the time. We spent most of the movie making out in the back like a pair of teenagers. Afterward, we slipped into the men’s room and we fucked in a bathroom stall.
For dinner, Mary suggested this Japanese steakhouse and we had a fun time watching the chef cook the food. Dicing and twirling his knives and tossing food into the air. Another couple set at are table, on their first date. It didn’t seem to be going well, the guy was a boor. Mary started flirting with the woman, Diane, letting her skirt ride up so Diane could see her cunt. Diane and Mary left to go to the restroom together, as girls are want to do. When they returned after a while, Mary kissed me and I tasted Diane’s pussy on her lips.
After dinner, we drove out to the back country, to the very crossroad I made a pack with the Devil at just two nights ago. We had a few hours to wait and it seemed to stretch out for eternity. We laid in the grass and watched the stars in silence, holding each other. We were both tense, and drew strength from each other. At fifteen til midnight, the alarm on my phone rang and I dug up the very hole I place my own box in.
“Last chance, you sure you want to do this?” I asked.
Mary breathed deeply, the box shaking in her hands. She knelt down, and set the box in the hole. She froze there, afraid to let go of the box.
“You don’t have to do this?” I told her, kneeling down next to her.
“I do,” she whispered and leg go. Then quickly, as if afraid if she waited she would lose her resolve, shoved the pile of dirt on the box, burying it. She stood up quickly, backing away from the whole. I hugged her, and she gripped me tightly. And we waited. And waited. Eternity seemed to pass and Mary started to tremble in my arms.
“Maybe, it didn’t work,” Mary whispered, shattering the silence of the night.
“It worked, Mary Sullivan,” a pleasant voice said from the darkness. We both jumped as the Devil stepped out of shadows. He was a handsome man with scarlet eyes, dressed in the same black, expensive suit he wore two nights ago. A friendly smile graced his face. He took Mary’s hand and raised it up and kissed the back of her hand, like an old-fashioned gentlemen. Then he shook my hand, “Good to see you again, Mark Glassner. The boys and I downstairs love what you’re doing.”
“T-thanks,” I stammered.
“What can I do for you, Mary Sullivan?” the Devil asked.
Mary swallowed, and, with more confidence than I had two nights ago, said, “I want three wishes in exchange for my soul.”
“Of course, I would be more than happy too,” the Devil replied in his friendly, relaxing manner.
“My first wish is for Mark and I to stay young, healthy, and beautiful for as long as Mark lives.” I blinked in surprise. My first wish had been for a long a healthy life. Mary was smart enough to get the same thing, plus she would get to stay young and beautiful as well. Actually, we both would. I smiled at her, she was a smart cookie.
The devil chuckled. “Very well. All though Mark isn’t that beautiful.”
Mary giggled. “Oh, I don’t know. He has a certain charm about him.” Mary hugged me a little tighter. “For my second wish, I want Mark and I to love each other unconditionally for eternity.” Mary looked hesitantly at me, afraid I would object. I didn’t. I had made her love me originally. It was only fair that she made sure that I would never leave her. This must be why she wanted to make a deal. “For my final wish, I …” Mary paused, blushing beet red, “… I want other women to desire me and, um, not to resist my sexual advances.”
“All right,” the devil said. There was understanding in the Devil’s eyes, not judgment.
“Naughty filly,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.
There was a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke and a contract appeared in the Devil’s hand. An acrid reek of brimstone filled the air. “Look it over,” he said, handing the contract to Mary.
Mary read the contract then nodded her head. The Devil pricked her finger with an old fashioned, black fountain pen. She signed in her own blood, then the Devil signed in his blood. He rolled up the contract. “Any questions, Mary?” She shook her head.
There was an awkward pause, and then the Devil looked over at me, a considering look on his face. I felt like a hunk of meat and I tightened my arms about Mary. Finally, the Devil pulled a small, red crystal out of his pocket and held it up. The gem glinted with its own fire, bathing all three of us in scarlet light.
“If you are ever in trouble, hold this crystal and say ‘Lilith, appear before me,’ ” the Devil instructed.
I gingerly held out my hand and he dropped it in. “Why would I …” I started to ask, but the Devil was gone, vanishing into the shadows. I stared at the gem and looked at Mary, worried. “Why would I need this?”
Mary closed my hand about the gem, her hand warm on mine, and smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t know, but we’ll face it together.”
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I watched the mortals drive off from the shadows and glared at Lucifer. “Why did you give him my name!”
“I like him, Lilith,” Lucifer answered. He was still wearing that ridiculous, black suit.
“But why my name!” I demanded. “If you want to give gifts to your pets, leave me out! Why not Asherah! She loves slutting around with mortals, with men. Or Chemosh. It’s been centuries since he’s rampaged about the world.”
“The Opposition already has his scent,” Lucifer answered. “A Magdalenite Nun is on her way.”
“So?” I asked, what did I care if some Warlock was stupid enough to attract the Opposition’s attention.
Lucifer grinned at me. “Like I said, I like him.”
To be continued …

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My New Mother-in-Law

My New Mother-in-Law
I had just remarried after a hasty elopement. I had yet to meet the new mother-in-law. I had heard she was absolutely furious with me for not going through the motions of a proper wedding. I had done it all before and my new wife, Esther, wasn’t keen on an elaborate one either.
The first meeting was therefore following our holiday after the registry office wedding. Esther’s parents were due to come to our new home in London at the weekend, so we decided to go the whole hog and treat them to a serious dinner.
Edith and Jason arrived promptly by car from their country home in Berkshire about 30 miles outside London. They were a little stiff with me and greeted Esther profusely with hugs and kisses. I had taken their coats. Edith wore a cotton dress with much jewellery about her. However what struck me was her body shape. She was like a diamond with the widest point at her hips. I was stunned by that shape. Her breasts were fairly full too as a nice cleavage gave the evidence. She noticed my eyes taking in her shape too as she quickly took me in but then deflected her gaze back to Esther.
I immediately recognized she would enter my head as a sexual being whom I could well be very preoccupied with. This did not augur well for my relationship with Esther which was very sexual but in a rather conventional manner. I had decided to push my kinks into the background in favour of a wonderful emotional relationship with her.
They both thawed as the evening progressed partly through the wine and conversation but also because they saw that I wasn’t just a bloke, but could cook very well and was dearly loved by Esther.
Edith did notice my occasional quick gazes at her cleavage. Did I notice her leaning forward sometimes to emphasise a point, giving me a gorgeous fill of her profuse tits? As the evening progressed I had numerous opportunities to view each of them in various leanings. Esther and Jason were delightfully unaware of my sexual scrutiny of those tits. Why did I refer to them as tits I wondered? Perhaps it was because she was raising the old Ian in me for really dirty sex again.
After dinner I followed her into the living room and scanned her backside. It was truly wide – hence the dark cotton dress to hide her sheer volume. However it brought out the horny in me. I just imagined going in there with a vengeance. My stiffy was pressing against my pants like the old times. With Esther I sat opposite Edith and Jason, wondering how she got such an archaic name like Edith but was fascinated by the site of her solidly wide thighs beneath that dress and with what appeared to be stockings rather than tights. Glorious. More dirty thoughts.
Esther held the stage with stories about our holiday. Edith must have seen my hasty glances. She crossed her legs. Yes definitely stockings.
Here was a woman in her late 50s giving me, I’m sure, the come on. But was I sure? I know she didn’t like swearing and I had sworn over dinner to her obvious distaste. Esther had warned me too. She was also politically very conservative and reactionary in her views so there were some topics I had just to avoid. She was in no way a modern woman. She had not worked since her twenties, preferring the lifestyle of the home bird. Yet she didn’t admonish me for my furtive views of her body.
She wasn’t too many men’s tastes either. That body shape was not a real come on to most men I was sure and she may have felt ‘over the hill’ as well. She didn’t hesitate to be critical too, suggesting at one point that perhaps I should go easy on the wine. Fortunately Esther intervened with a diplomatic reply that diverted attention from the critique. I could have launched into a withering response to that remark but for some reason held back. I didn’t want to alienate her for my own good filthy reasons. I would have to have her but had no idea just how I would go about it.
The other feature of the evening was how well Esther got on with her father. She hadn’t seen him for weeks and they were delighted to be in each other’s company again. An only child, she was daddy’s dearest. I was also surprised by how physically warm they were with each other. The contrast was obvious compared to how he was with Edith. I suddenly realised why they hadn’t noticed my furtive glances at Edith. They were too ensconced with each other. I decided to clock the thoughts I had and wait.
The evening finished with relationships improved and anger at me gone in the shared revelry of the evening. They were both pleased their daughter hadn’t been stolen from them and Edith was less hostile to me at least.
Esther congratulated me on the success of the evening. We celebrated by a very emotional fuck in our usual missionary position. I did note that as I was cuming I thought of my new sex object, Edith. I usually fingered Esther to her cum to coincide with mine by attending to her clit, which was very responsive. Rarely did we engage in oral sex either way. She didn’t really want to be that tactile with me.
A few days later at work the operator put a call through to me that took me by complete surprise. It was Edith.
“Ian we need to talk. When can you come to see me? Jason is away for a few days. It would be best here I think.”
I rapidly realised that this was not something I could share with Esther. This was confirmed by her suggesting I find time when I could otherwise be at work. I asked her if she could give me a headline as to what she wanted to talk to me about. No was her response. I told her I could be there tomorrow about 12 noon.
That evening Esther gave no sign that she was in on the phone call and I said nothing. In bed I wondered what it could be. My obvious fantasy I had to put aside in case it was not going to be the case. I also imagined she was still angry with me and was going to give me a dressing down.
Leaving the office about 1030 I drove out to Berkshire and the village they lived in. It was my first time there, a fact that I would have to deny in future. The house was detached in its own grounds, well established and at least one hundred years old. I parked and rang the bell.
Edith came to the door and very warmly welcomed me in and gave me a peck on the cheek. She was dressed in exactly the same outfit as the other evening, except one more button was undone at the front giving a bit more cleavage.
Coffee was ready as we sat in her lounge, me in an armchair and her on a lush sofa opposite. We exchanged polite pleasantries as if I was a visiting sales rep. I decided to cut the crap and asked what this was all about? What did she want to talk about?
“Ian, I noticed you looking at me the other night. It disturbed me. I am not used to being looked at like that.”
“How did it disturb you Edith?” I wanted to make her sweat this out.
“I felt you were being critical of how I looked Ian.”
“What do you mean by critical Edith?”
“Somehow my body offended you.”
“How could your body possibly offend me?”
“I don’t feel attractive and I felt you somehow didn’t like the way I look.”
“How do you feel about your body Edith?”
“I don’t feel attractive Ian.”
“And?”
“I am fat and have curves in all the wrong places.”
“Would you like to be attractive to men?”
“It’s probably too late but yes I would.”
“And Jason?”
“Don’t go there Ian.”
“Would you like me to be attracted to you Edith?” She hesitated before replying.
“I can’t say.”
“I’ll be more specific. Would you like me to be sexually attracted to you Edith?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Supposing that’s the reason why I was looking at you the other night?”
“Oh Ian I tried to think that might have been the reason but didn’t dare think it.”
“But you did dare to think it Edith. That’s why you phoned me isn’t it? I noticed her smiling and blushing beautifully.
“Did you dare to let yourself get excited about that idea Edith?”
“Yes Ian I did.”
“Have you been masturbating about it too?”
“Oh Ian I am not used to someone being so bold and coming out with such an idea.”
“Well?”
“Yes Ian I did.”
“Good.”
“What do you want Edith?”
“I want to know how you find me sexually attractive Ian.”
“Come here Edith.” She stood up and came toward me. She stood in front of me about three feet from my chair. Her arms dropped uncertainly by her sides. I tossed a cushion on the floor between my knees and invited her to kneel on it in front of me. She took the invitation and did just that ensuring that the hem of her dress didn’t get tucked under her knees. Her face was slightly below mine and very close. I felt like mauling her breasts. I placed my hands firmly across her breasts and held them, squeezing them to let her know I wanted them.
“You enjoyed showing your tits to me the other night with that dirty cleavage didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Lift em out.” She undid the remaining buttons and exposed her bra’d tits to me as she pulled the upper part of her dress back. She waited for me. I waited. She then took the hint and lifted them from her bra, exposing her full tits to my gaze. I took hold of her hardened nipples between my fingers and tightened my hold till she visibly winced at the pressure I put on them. But no complaint emanated from her.
Using one hand I tilted her head back. She was unsure of me. Her mouth was open. I put my lips and tongue to hers and pushed into her mouth. She squirmed in delight as she responded with her tongue. This more than anything must have convinced her I was serious in my pursuit of her body. I continued squeezing her nipples as I held her head below me in a tight embrace, sharing our oral drool with each other.
I stopped and leaned back leaving her looking dishevelled but luscious in her releasing sexuality. She was hungry and wanting.
“Open my zipper Edith.”
Tentatively but without any hesitation she leaned forward and sought my zipper, letting her hand brush against my stiff cock up against the trouser. Slowly she pulled it down. My pants pushed out.
“Get it out.” She couldn’t have expected me to be so forward but she didn’t demur in my demand on her. She released my stiffened hardon to view, just looking at it with some astonishment that we had gone this far so rapidly.
“Would you like to play with it Edith? I took her hand and curled it around my cock. She held it very lightly, as if it were porcelain. I let her just get used to it.
“How long is it since you touched a new cock?”
“Years Ian.”
“Then take your time and enjoy. We aren’t in a hurry are we?”
She took both hands and caressed the soft flesh covering my stiffened member. I was relishing this. I didn’t need to be rushed nor did she.
She explored down the shaft until she reached my balls and ran her hands round them and up again with more confidence. She looked into my eyes for reassurance and found it. She just glowed, beginning to realise that what she had been almost frightened to imagine was actually happening to her in her late 50s. She was like a child with a new toy.
“Oh Ian it’s wonderful to have a hard cock in my hand to be able to play with, that’s it’s hard because of me maybe.”
“No maybe Edith. This erection is because of you and the effect you are having on me.” She radiated a smile I had not seen before. Her face had lost that distant hardness she came with the other evening.
“Would you like put your lips round it?”
She lowered her head as I watched her open mouth descend to my cut cock. Sticking her tongue out she licked the head slowly curling it round my most sensitive part. This was not something she was doing out of obligation, an ‘ought.’ This was a woman who had been starved of sexual contact who was finding, for perhaps the first time that she could actually enjoy it and relish in it. Instinctively she was picking up my relish for mutual sex and loving it.
I had to stop her I didn’t want to cum in her mouth which I wanted and knew I would do. So I got her to pause.
“Is this what you imagined sex might be like with me?”
“It’s so long since anyone has come on to me that I was too scared even to think what it would be like.”
“I have an idea. As we aren’t in a rush I would like you to go back to the sofa and talk dirty with me.” She hesitated but acquiesced and returned to the sofa.
“Leave your lovely tits on display, yes just like that above your bra.”
“Oh Ian please play with yourself I love to watch you masturbating. I can tell you I didn’t really want to leave it alone.”
“How did you like your tongue round my prick Edith?”
“I haven’t done that since I was a teenager in the back of a car and it wasn’t nice I can tell you. He forced me, but I want it with you.”
“Edith open your thighs so your feet are well apart. Good that’s lovely. Now slowly lift up your dress for me, slowly up your thighs. Gorgeous what magnificent powerful thighs. Oh I just love those stockings and the belt you’ve got on. Wider now. Fuck that’s fantastic. Now tease me Edith.”
Slowly she let her hands stroke her stockings above her knees enjoying this exhibitionism. She looked as if it was a novel experience for her and she was tentative but beginning to relish it. She continued smoothing her hands over her thighs above the stockings. I was rubbing myself. She didn’t take her eyes of mine and my prick.
Then a moment I hadn’t expected. She lifted the dress gradually above her thighs. She kept the dress in the middle between her thighs. Revealed was the start of her very wide hips. She must be wearing a g-string or narrow panty.
Then she removed the rest of the dress up completely. I was being gifted a sight I could not have anticipated. Before I arrived she had decided not to wear any panties. Now I had the view of her cunt completely open to my view with a magnificent hairy bush surrounding but not covering her thick lips that drooped a good inch or so below her cunt. I raised my gaze to her face. She had uncertainty and caution written all over her.
“Edith you are a delicious dirty woman with the most beautiful hairy cunt. I just love it and want to get in amongst those wonderful long lips with my mouth.”
“Ian I was so excited and scared this morning when I decided to leave off my panties. I so wanted to give myself to you but was frightened you wouldn’t want me. I still can’t really believe it.”
“Your cunt is soaking too. Show me your clit. That’s it wider now. Oh fuck I just love it. Edith you are fucking gorgeous and I am a very lucky guy to have clocked such a hidden gem. I am going to be really dirty now. Run your finger along your cunt and up to your clit. So wet, so wet. Lick your finger Edith.”
She took her finger and put it very firmly in her mouth to suck the juices she had collected.
“You’re a natural Edith. Now lift your legs up on the sofa and open them wide. Fuck. Hold open your cheeks for me. God a beautiful dark hole that I shall want to kiss.”
“Oh Ian I’m not sure I can take all this at once. You’ve hardly touched me and yet you’re telling me things I couldn’t put into words myself let alone think about.”
“You’re not embarrassed though are you Edith?”
“Ian it’s just new to me that’s all. Don’t change Ian. Take me with you I fuck-ing love it. Oh god I don’t usually swear either. I’ve been such a straight laced bitch but this is so exciting and dirty. I want you to be as dirty as you like with me Ian.
“Stand up Edith. Good now let’s get rid of your dress. Keep on the rest of your clothes except I think we’ll take of bra and free up your tits.”
She stood there in her heels, stockings and garters looking radiant yet shy. I held her head in my hands and slowly kissed her lips and pressed my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue responded as if she was a rampant teenager having been starved of sexual affection. She hugged me tightly almost unwilling to believe this was happening. I turned her round to view her hips and arse from the rear. This is what had convinced me of how sexual I felt about her when I first met her. She wanted me to be dirty so I was going to now. I gently pushed her over the sofa so that her huge bum was revealed in its superb expanse. She really was the diamond I had first observed that night. She was now bent over with her arse sticking out and her knees on the cushions and wide too. I bent down. I still had my clothes on and wanted them off. But this was too tempting.
I now had a complete panorama of her open arse with a very clean fissure of wrinkled tight brown skin that was the entrance to her delicious rectum. I took a risk. As I bent down I held her firm but voluminous cheeks open and placed my tongue right on the centre of her hole at its tightest.
I then licked and pierced just a little to let her know how dirty I could be on our first outing.
“Oh Ian how can your kiss and lick me there? No one has ever done that to me. Thank god I cleaned myself just before you arrived. Oh it’s so lovely. More Ian, I want more of this, please.”
I lifted myself up and turned her head toward me and kissed her again on her lips, pushing my tongue in her mouth. She was stunned by my action but responded with verve too.
“Oh and I wouldn’t have complained if you weren’t so clean there either.”
She smiled rather quizzically at that remark.
We collapsed together on the sofa, hugging and holding each other. She started to pull my clothes off me taking in my body as she explored. I wanted to take her now but with my mouth.
Lie back Edith with your thighs over the edge of the sofa. Naked I knelt down in front of her and opened her thighs as I pulled her nearer the edge. Fingering her cunt opening I stroked her outside on those elongated lips that distended below her. I slipped a finger inside her cunt. Her reaction was to sigh and coo as if it was new to her. I would get her to open up later as to how she looked after herself.
Bending down I swept my fingers along her sloppy groove relishing in the sheer wetness before me. I could see her eyes on me wondering what I was going to do next. I leaned down further and slipped my tongue along one of her lengthy lips, then drew it into my mouth to swirl it around my mouth. She sighed and held my head tight.
Moving across to the other one I took a little bite. She yelped but didn’t tell me to desist. I continued slurping my mouth around her cunt entrance, sweeping me tongue up her entrance.
I then concentrated on her clit, slipping the tip of my tongue indirectly round the edge, circling the quite pronounced hardness. She was incredibly responsive. As I increased the pace, I slipped my other hand toward her other hole under her hips. She lifted slightly to make access easier. She was learning fast. I placed my index finger just near the entrance to her rectum at the sphincter and held it there so as not to distract her.
“Oh Ian you are fucking wonderful. This is so good. I never thought you would be like this. Don’t stop will you? Yes I’m nearly there don’t stop. Oh yes give it to me yes oh yes, I’m there Ian fantastic yes, yes. Yes.”
She went right over and lifted her arse completely off the sofa as she came on my tongue pressing with some force now on her clit. She had to stop me it became so intense. I slipped back a bit, still fingering her rear hole steadily.
Slowly she calmed down. She pulled my up to her mouth to kiss me with a passion I would not have anticipated. She must have bruised my lips in her intensity.
My finger was still in her arse hole.
“Do you want to go there Ian?”
“Where do want me to cum Edith?”
“As long as I can have you often Ian anywhere you like. My mouth? My cunt? Where you are now? Yes I know Ian. Do it fuck me there. I am a virgin. No one’s even tried me there. I’m scared but I trust you.”
“Edith I will fuck you wherever you wish me to and I do want all your holes. But yes I do want you there. Now.”
“Ian help me. I haven’t the slightest idea what to do except I imagine it will hurt me but I want it too. I want you to break my virginity there most of all. Ian you are teaching me to be so open and dirty and filthy I think I am getting a real taste for all this. But I warn you I am realising I can be voracious. I won’t want to let you off the hook from now on.”
“Let’s not worry about after today. Wait I have something in my jacket pocket that will help.”
I rose naked to get my elixir that I carried around for such contingencies and returned to one perplexed yet curious Edith. She examined it closely reading about it as a special lubricant (far superior to KY). I suggested she press a little onto her finger. She did and realised how smooth and effective it could be. My prick was waiting stiff as board having still to cum myself. She suddenly knew what to do, creaming the translucent liquid over my prick, covering all of my hardon.
“Easy Edith I will lose it like that it’s so sensitive to the liquid.”
She leaned forward and lightly kissed my glans. “It’s sweet Ian, not bad at all.”
“Get on your knees Edith on the sofa.”
“Stop Ian I want you in my bed now.”
She took my hand and we stepped upstairs with me behind her engrossed in her hips as her cheeks jostled together encased in her suspender belt with her stockings halfway up her luscious thighs, still with her heels on. I gave her bum a playful smack on the way. She turned and beamed at me. “Yes I could be into that too Ian.”
She paused at her bedroom door. “Ian you’re the first man other than Jason to go here. It is hugely important to me.”
“I realise that Edith. Let’s enjoy.”
She went to her bed and threw the bedcovers back to the sheets. Kneeling facing me, she demanded the lubricant and turned away from me. Leaning over she squeezed some in her hand and swept her hand back behind to her open inviting crevice.
“Stop Edith. Wait. Don’t do it yet.” She looked back at me a little doubtful. I placed my hands on her cheeks and pushed my face in between starting to lick her brown creases with my tongue doing my best to saliva her entrance as well as enjoy the intimacy of our joining here. She realised and held her hand closed trying to keep the liquid in her hand whilst murmuring her pleasure at my intrusion. I continued for a few moments then leaned back, suggesting she now do what she intended to supplement my saliva.
She lubed the area of her rectum and I noticed how she tentatively pressed her finger on her sphincter to smear herself.
I lifted her head toward me to plant another anally exploring mouth on hers. She beamed her affection at me. I then withdrew from her mouth to concentrate on my precious task.
“Put your head down on the pillow Edith.”
This had the effect of raising her hole more in line with my hardon which was very close. I would have to be careful with me as well as her.
“Ian you will be careful with me wont you?
“Just tell me Edith when you need me to stop.”
I felt very stiff and wanted to take her hard. I started pressing against her brown hole with its creases drawing me inward. She was much more amenable than I thought taking my head in with little effort.
“Oh Ian I feel like I need to do a shit, such a funny feeling but it can’t be can it?”
I didn’t answer but continued to press on holding her wide buttocks in my hands and relishing the feel of those enormous hips and the sight of my prick beginning to make a real penetration of her rectum.
“Are you there Ian? It certainly feels like it. Oh it hurts but don’t stop will you?”
“I won’t stop Edith, no I certainly won’t.
Suddenly I found space and intense warmth. I was now up against her buttocks and firmly inside her arsehole. Fuck this is good. I increased my pace fucking her buttocks and slapping her hard with both hands as I found myself getting more aggressive with her, hitting her runt with as much strength as I could muster.
“I wanted you as soon as I set eyes on you Edith. You looked such a stuck up bitch that needed a good arse fuck. And now you’re getting it and I love it just love it.”
“Ian so do I, so do I. You’re just what I need Ian – someone to take control of me and sexually control me. I fucking love it and you’re beating me to, as hard as you like I can take it.”
I kept fucking her like it was to be my last time I just didn’t want to stop. The rhythm we got into helped me keep from cuming and I realised she was rubbing her clit herself whilst I beat her with my hands and broke her in for the first time with my anal fucking of her. I could sense she was getting near and wanted to coincide with her. I didn’t allude to it but waited still pumping in and out of her anus I knew I would be returning to.
Suddenly she let out a great wail. I pumped harder squeezing her buttocks together to heighten the tension. Yes we were there together cuming like two adolescents. The sheer joy in her voice echoed her pleasure at being desired for the first time in probably years. The climax of our cum saw her flat on the mattress with me banging into her hole. We remained still and complete in each other’s revelry.
Slowly I let my prick slide out of her sphincter to let her hug me when she turned over. She wanted to look at my prick.
“Ian it’s so clean. I thought it would be dirty and brown but it isn’t is it?
“You’re welcome to taste it Edith.” Would she take up my challenge? She met it again by getting down to my waist and taking the now limp stick in her hand and drawing to her mouth to taste, licking the remaining cum from my head. She then came up to my mouth and we shared the remnants of her anal intrusion and my cum.
We must have snoozed awhile. Edith woke first and went to the bathroom. She returned with a smile on her face as I woke with her standing next to me. I felt you’re cum dribbling out Ian. But I let it go down the loo.
We decided to dress and get out to feed ourselves at a local restaurant. She was acknowledged by the staff and I received a polite nod. She was invited to choose a table and chose one in the corner. On the way she met a neighbour. I was introduced as the son-in-law. All very respectable.
She was in a glowing mood.
“That was more than wonderful Ian. I shall want more you realise.”
“I shall too Edith. How shall we achieve it though?”
“It might be easier than you think Ian.”
“How? Perhaps I’m being a bit thick Edith.”
“Ian where is Esther today?”
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Work – unpaid overtime

The place I work at requires all employees to use their ID badges to enter the building; otherwise the door will not open to let them in. I work at the front desk and if an employee doesn’t have their badge, I issue them a temporary one. Over the past few days, I noticed this one female employee looking at me every time she came in the door. It was more than just a ‘hi, how are you look’ that she was giving me. I didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but after the third or fourth day, I began to notice it more. Then on that Friday, she came to my desk and told me that she thought she lost her badge, and asked if I could issue her a temporary one. I told her that I could do that, but I needed her driver’s license and a phone number. She was about five feet, six inches tall. She had straight brown hair, curled at the ends that went down almost to her shoulder blades, and what looked like a decent set of c-cup breasts. She was wearing a tight, button up pink shirt that accented her cleavage nicely, and tight black skirt that made her toned ass look even firmer.
“My work phone number or my cell phone number?” She asked me as she leaned on the desk on her elbows, and made it look like she was giving me a clear shot of her cleavage.
“Well,” I responded, hoping I wasn’t reading this wrong. “Give me both. I’ll write down your work number for the badge and I’ll take your cell number and call you later to see if you wanna go out or come over to my place.”
She told me both of the numbers; I wrote her work number in the book and her cell on a piece of paper and stuck it in my wallet. “My name is Katie, by the way.”
Jokingly, I looked up at her, “Yeah, I gathered that from your ID. Thanks. I’m Jeremy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I reached my hand out to shake hers. She had very soft hands and a fairly firm grip for a girl.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” She held onto my hand a little longer than a normal person would with a handshake, but I didn’t mind. “I’ll see you later Jeremy,” she said as she turned to walk to her office. I heard her high heels clack on the floor with each step she took. I sat back down at my computer, and looked her up on the employee database, she was an accounting executive assistant, which means she did all the busy work for the accounting executive and got paid pretty well for it.
The day dragged on and to make it worse, I kept looking at the clock, waiting and wanting it to move faster. But it didn’t. Lunch time came around and Katie walked out the door with some of her co-workers to go to lunch. As she walked past my desk, she turned her head, winked and smiled at me. The other girls she were with didn’t see this. About an hour later they came back in the building. Katie walked toward my desk, saying, “I’ll be there in a minute girls, I have to get another temp badge.”
“Another one?” I asked, standing up to greet her. “That one should work all day.”
She leaned on the desk again. I looked down at her chest for a split second then back up to her face. “Yeah, I know. It works fine, I just needed an excuse to stop and talk to you. So when is your lunch break? Do you get one or do you have to eat here?”
“I get a break. It’s kinda whenever I want to take it. Why? You just ate. Are you that hungry?”
“No, I just always see you here. I was just wondering if you got a break. Some people have to work through their lunch.”
“Yeah, I’ll take it soon. You wanna join me? I’m just going to the caf?ut you can join me if you want.”
“Sure, call me and I’ll come down.” Katie turned and walked into the building. As she walked away, she turned her head around, looked at me and started to sway her ass with each step. I smiled at her and went back to my work.
About another hour passed and I started to get hungry, so as I was walking to the caf? called Katie from my cell phone.
“Hello?” She said cautiously.
“Hi Katie, its Jeremy. I’m on my way to the caf?You said you would join me.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right down, just let me finish typing this form up.”
“OK. See you soon.” I told her and hung up the phone.
I got my food and sat down. I slowly started to eat. Ten minutes went by. Twenty minutes, then thirty. I was wondering if Katie was going to come or not. Then my phone rang, it was Katie.
“Hey Jeremy, it’s Katie. I am so sorry. My supervisor gave me more forms to finish before I take a break. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“It’s OK Katie. Don’t worry about it. You’re at work. Things come up. Stop by on your way out and let me know what you want to do tonight. I’ll see you then.”
“OK. Sorry again. See you soon. Bye.”
“Oh, just to let you know, I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”
“That’s fine. Like I said, I owe you.”
“OK, bye.” I hung up the phone and finished my lunch.
4:30 came around and Katie came walking through the doors and up to my desk. “Excuse me sir, my feet are sore, do you have a chair I can use for a minute?” She asked me. “I need to fill out some extra paperwork before I go home.”
I rolled the unused chair around to the end of the desk. “Here you go. You can use this one.”
“Thank you,” she said and sat down. I glanced over at her as she sat down. I didn’t notice her stockings earlier. And I could have sworn that her skirt went all the way to her knees, not mid-way down her thighs. Oh well, I could have been mistaken. Katie crossed her legs like women do in a skirt. I looked again, I couldn’t help it. She was so pretty. “Hey Jeremy?” She asked.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Do you have some extra RP-12 forms down here? I thought I got enough, but I need two more.”
“Oh yeah, they’re right in this drawer.” I reached to the drawer that was at the end of the desk where she was seated. As I reached for the handle, she stuck her leg out, blocking my hand from reaching the handle and making me touch her calf. “Um, I need to get into the drawer if you need those forms.” I grasped her leg, gently, and started to move it out of the way. She wouldn’t let me move it to the side or down. Instead, she moved her leg up and rested her foot on the desk. I looked at her eyes and she motioned with them for me to look down. I looked down to her leg and followed it up under her skirt with my eyes. I saw the top of her stockings stop right above the bottom of her skirt. My eyes kept going and stopped on her naked pussy. Katie wasn’t wearing any panties. I could clearly see her shaved pussy. It looked as soft as silk. Her labia were a smooth mound with a nice slit right down the middle. I cleared my throat, looked up at Katie, and stuttered, “Uh, I’ll um, get you those forms now.”
Katie put her foot on the ground, leaned toward me and said, “Jeremy, I don’t need any of those, besides, I knew where they were, I just wanted to show that to you.” She reached down between her legs and slowly pulled her skirt up. Her legs were spread slightly apart. “So, do you like what you see?”
“Uh, yeah. I don’t want to sound like a prude, but I don’t think you should be doing that here Katie. I don’t want us to get in trouble.”
“Don’t worry Jeremy. I came down earlier than anyone else. They won’t be here for a while.” She grabbed my hand, “Come here.”
“OK,” I said. I rolled my chair closer to her and let her lead my hand up from her calf, over her thigh and up to her crotch.
“Go ahead,” she pushed my hand closer to her slit. “Touch me Jeremy. I want you to feel me.”
“Do you always dress like this? I mean no underwear?” I asked as I slid my fingers off of her thigh and over her labia. Her skin was just as it looked, smooth as silk. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone else was coming through the lobby. The coast was clear. I moved my fingertips up and down her slit. I could feel a small amount of her juices on the tip of my middle finger.
“Not always,” she answered my question. “Only sometimes. I felt so bad that I couldn’t join you at lunch; I had to think of some way that I could try to make it up to you before the end of the day. I was sitting at my desk thinking of something that you might enjoy. Lots of thoughts went through my head and then I thought of this scheme. So I took my panties off at my desk, slipped them into my purse, and told my boss that I was going to take off early today. It’s Friday and I had all my work done.”
“Well, that certainly works for me. I’m glad you came down, but I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” I slid my fingers up and down her slit some more.
Katie brought her hands up to her shirt. “Do you think this shirt is too tight?” I looked at her shirt, specifically her chest, and noticed that the spots between the buttons were pulled slightly apart, either from the size of her shirt or the size of her breasts, or both. She already had some great cleavage going on, but decided that it wasn’t enough. She had the top two buttons already unbuttoned, but unbuttoned the third one down too. It seemed as if the shirt breathed a sign of relief from being stretched to the limit. As the shirt opened up more, I saw a pink bra that matched the shirt. “There, that’s better right?”
“I’ll be honest Katie, it was fine before, but if you want it like that, I’m not gonna complain.” I looked at her chest, and I could feel my pants starting to stretch in the front. As if seeing her perfectly shaven cunt wasn’t enough, I had her great tits right in front of me, ready to come out of her shirt. I turned to look again to see if someone was coming. “Oh shit Katie, I think someone just walked past the camera. I think they’re coming this way; you gotta put your stuff back to how it was and get on the other side of the desk.
“Or I could hide,” she said as she got down on her knees and slid under the desk. The desk was a semi-circle with an upper counter around 4 feet tall and the lower surface where the computer and all my papers were. Katie got under the desk quickly enough that the woman walking out the door didn’t even notice her.
Once Katie heard her exit the building, she poked her head out from under the desk. “All clear?”
“Yeah, you’re good.” I looked down at her and she was squatting, sitting on her heels, her skirt was hiked up and her legs were spread far apart. Again, I had a clear view of her smooth pussy. “Come on out.”
“Or I could stay here and no one would even know it besides you.” She moved over closer to me, still under the desk. She crawled between my legs and started to rub my thighs. “How about this? Is this OK?” She asked.
“It feels good, but I really think you shouldn’t be down there.” She slid her hands up my legs, and onto my semi-erect cock. I cleared my throat again as she started to massage my dick through my pants.
“Well then, this should feel better.” Katie moved her hands up to my belt, and started to unbuckle it.
“What are you doing?” I asked her as I put my hand on hers, holding it.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to take your pants down.”
“Here?!” I asked her.
“Yeah, no one can see me. You just do your best to act normal when people walk by.” She moved my hand out of the way and resumed unbuckling my belt. She then unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. My cock was getting harder now and Katie could see that because it was poking out through the opening in the front of my boxers. “Huh, I guess you like this even though your words say otherwise. It seems as though you need to relax a little Jeremy. I’ll see what I can do to help you do that.”
She placed her hand around my shaft as I slid the chair farther under the counter. Katie started to slowly stroke my cock. “Mmmmmmm, that feels nice Katie.”
“Ssshhh,” she told me. “Remember, you have to continue to do your job and act as if nothing else is going on. If you don’t, we WILL get busted and probably get fired.”
“Good luck with that one.” I tried to type the rest of my report, but it was kinda difficult to do while she was stroking my now rock-hard dick.
“Just do your thing and I will do mine.” Katie stroked me a few more times then stopped with her hand at the base of my cock. I could feel her breathing as her head moved closer to me. Then this warm and wet sensation overcame my cock. I looked down to make sure it was what I was thinking and sure enough, Katie had my hard-on in her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down on it as I picked my head back up and resumed typing.
The door opened from the offices to the lobby. “Goodnight Mr. Davies,” I said.
“You have a good one Jeremy,” he said. “See ya on Monday.”
“Oh I will, trust me.” He looked puzzled as he continued out the door.
Katie pulled my cock out of her mouth, “See that’s not so hard is it?”
“No, that’s not, but I am; and you’re not yet helping with that situation.”
Katie returned my cock to her mouth. Over the next few minutes, many people were walking out of the building. Each time someone walked by, we would exchange goodbyes. And each time someone left, I would look down and see Kelly, sucking on my cock.
Another man walked into the lobby, “Have a good weekend Jeremy.”
“You do the same Mr. Wellington.” It was Katie’s boss.
He walked over to the desk and asked, “So, what are your plans this weekend Jeremy?” He put his hands on the desk and leaned toward me slightly.
“I don’t, um, know.” I fumbled to find words. Katie’s mouth felt so good on my shaft. “I think I might just, uh, screw around. I don’t have any plans yet. I met this girl, so I’m gonna call her later and maybe go out this weekend.”
“Hey, that can make it more fun if you have a girls with you,” he said with a smirk on his face. I could feel my face getting flushed. “Hey are you OK? You look like something is wrong.”
“No, nothing is wrong right now. I’m feeling great. Thanks for asking.”
“No worries man. Hey, I didn’t ask you this, but what do you think of Katie? You know Katie right? She works under me.”
“Yeah, I know her. I didn’t know she worked under you, I thought she worked under someone else. She seems like a good girl. I like her. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I like her too. She’s a good employee, but she left early today. She seemed different. I couldn’t put my finger on it; I was wondering if you knew what it was with her today.”
“I uh don’t really know sir.” I mumbled. It’s really hard to have a conversation when you are having your cock sucked. “Oh, I remember. She came by and asked for some of those RP-12’s. I think I put my finger on it.” He had no idea about my pun. “She told me she might have to make something up to someone she let down. I think she was just anxious.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well,” he said as he stood back up, “I’m the last one up there, so you can take off whenever you’re done there. I hope you have a fun time this weekend. I’ll see you Monday morning.”
“OK sir. I’ll finish up and get out of here. Have a great weekend.” He walked out the door and I rolled my chair back a little, letting Katie come out from under the desk.
She looked up at me, smiling, but never took my cock out of her mouth. She wrapped her hand around me and moved it up and down with her mouth. “That feels so good Katie, but that was the weirdest conversation I have ever had with anyone, especially your boss. That was a close call.”
She took my cock out of her mouth, “Ssshhh. I already told you that.”
“K, sorry. It’s just you and me here now.”
“I know, I heard him. That’s good.” She returned her mouth to my slippery dick, moved her hands down to her chest, and unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way. Then she brought her hands up, slid my pants down past my knees and slid my boxers off too. When my boxers slid past my hard-on, it sprang up. Katie returned it to her mouth as she reached up and started to unbutton my shirt. She got all of the buttons undone, but couldn’t get my tie off. I loosened my tie and pulled it over my head as Katie slid my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. I took my arms out of the sleeves, reached down and unhooked her bra. It slid off her breasts easily. I sat up a little, reached down and started to grab her tits. They were nice and big. Each one filled up my hand. They were firm too. “Do you like those Jeremy?”
“Yeah, I do. They’re nice and big.”
“Well, they’re all mine. No surgery here.” I looked back up at the camera screen and saw someone walking across the caf?oward the front door.
“Oh shit Katie, there’s someone coming. They just left the caf?They’ll be here any minute. What are we going to do?” I started to panic a little.
“Don’t worry Jeremy. It’s Jessica. She’s my good friend and I told her that I was going to try this. If she came by and I wasn’t here, I would be in the car waiting for her. But since I am here she can watch, if that’s OK with you. She likes to watch.”
“Sure, I know her. She’s cute too.” Jessica had about the same build as Katie, but had dirty blonde hair.
“Cute TOO? What do you mean by that?” Katie asked me.
“I mean exactly that. Why?”
“Who are you comparing her to?”
“Well, you, of course. Who did you think?”
“I don’t know.” Katie pushed my chair back and stood up. Her firm breasts were eye-level with me and her pussy was right there too. She looked over her shoulder just as Jessica was walking into the lobby. “Hi Jess. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Sorry, I had to make sure Mr. Wellington left. He IS gone right?”
“Yeah, he left about five minutes ago. Jessica, this is Jeremy,” Katie said, looking at me.
“Hi Jeremy, nice to meet you,” Jessica’s eyes wandered down my naked body, and stopped at my cock. “Well, it seems you two are well acquainted. Katie, nice work. I thought was cute before, but without his clothes on is even better.” She moved her eyes back to my face and smiled at me. “Mind if I sit in this chair?” Referring to the chair Katie was sitting in.
“Be my guest,” I said. “Katie told me a little about you.”
“Oh she did huh?” Jessica giggled.
Katie moved closer to me, leaned down and kissed me, letting her breasts rub against my bare chest. She placed her hands on my shoulders, and started to crawl onto my lap. She sat on my lap, facing me, pushing my cock down between my legs with her ass. She started grinding on me. As she was doing this, Katie looked over at Jessica. Jessica was sitting in the chair, slouching a little, and was rubbing her breasts. “Hey Jess, take your shirt off.” Jessica was wearing a tight black low cut shirt and a plaid mini-skirt with black spiked heels to top off the look. She started to peel her shirt off over her head as Katie kept grinding on my cock. When Jessica took her shirt off, she revealed a black lacey bra that barely covered anything. It was more for support than anything. “Now isn’t that hot Jeremy?” Katie asked me.
“Yeah she is. This is tough; I am sitting here with two beautiful girls and only one of me.”
Katie turned to me and said, “I told you, she’s just watching this time.”
“I know you said that. But last time you said that you didn’t say ‘this time.’ What do you mean by that?”
“Guess,” she leaned in and kissed me again, this time she opened her mouth and dug her tongue into mine. I returned the kiss and brought my hands up to her chest, grabbing her firm breasts. Katie broke our kiss, stood up and turned my chair so I was facing Jessica about six feet away. Katie turned around, walked over to Jessica, kissed her, and then backed up to me. When she got back to me, she reached between her legs, grabbed my cock, and aimed it at her wet pussy and sat down, taking my whole shaft inside her. It was warm and slippery. She was so wet, after the first down and up on my cock, I was plenty lubed up. Katie went back down until she had my entire shaft inside her. I glanced over at Jessica. She had one hand on her tits and the other hand was rubbing her pussy. Jessica had taken her shirt, bra and underwear off. She just had her mini-skirt and shoes on. Katie, still all the way down on my cock, was grinding back and forth on me. I reached up, grabbed her nipples and started to pull on them. She started to moan a little and I could feel her juices flowing more as her pussy was tightening up. “I love it when my nipples get played with. Don’t stop Jeremy.”
I kept pinching and pulling on her nipples as I twitched my cock inside of her. She gasped and jumped slightly. Katie leaned back on my chest and arched her back. Her head was on my shoulder and she started to kiss and bite my ear. I moved my left hand down to rub her clit. We were both moving in sync with each other. Jessica put her left foot up on the desk opening her legs up. I was about to turn my eyes away from her and back to Katie when she inserted two fingers into her snatch. My eyes were glued on her crotch. I pushed my cock as far as I could into Katie when I saw Jessica finger herself. Jessica noticed this and said, “Oohh, I think someone likes this Katie.”
Katie, feeling my cock throbbing inside her, picked her head up and looked at Jessica. “Yeah, it sure feels like it.” Jessica leaned her head down and started to lick her nipples but she never let her fingers out of her wet pussy. I could see the juices seeping out of her. “Jess, that is so hot honey. I wish I could be your fingers right now.”
With that, Jessica stood up, her hand still buried in her snatch, and walked over to Katie and I. Jessica took her hand out of her crotch, grabbed Katie’s hand and guided it to her wet slit. “OK, be my hand then. I’ll be yours.” Jessica put her foot up on the desk next to Katie and I as Katie slid two fingers into her pussy. Jessica’s hand reached down and found mine on Katie’s clit. She moved my hand out of the way and picked up where I left off, rubbing Katie’s clit. When Jessica started doing this, Katie really clamped her pussy down on my cock which made my balls tighten up.
Katie started to moan louder and grind faster on my dick. “Oh my God! That feels great Jess. Keep rubbing my pussy.”
“Katie, I’m about to cum.” I looked up at her but her eyes were closed so tightly and she was so focused on Jessica rubbing her, I don’t think she heard me. “Oh my God Katie, your pussy is so tight.” I could feel the cum rushing from my balls up my shaft.
“Jeremy,” Jessica said. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Let me now when you’re gonna cum.” She brought her other hand down and started to massage my balls.
“Keep that up and it’s gonna be real quick!” I was pumping as hard as I could into Katie now. She started to moan even louder with each pump of my cock. Jessica’s fingers were rubbing her clit even faster. Now Katie started to scream. Her free hand went to Jessica’s chest and she started to grab her nipples. Pinching and pulling on them hard. Katie leaned forward, put Jessica’s breast in her mouth and started to suck and bite on it. “Holy shit Jessica, here it comes!” I yelled. Jessica got down on her knees, grabbed my cock and pulled it out of Katie’s pussy. She put me into her mouth and started to suck me dry. I pumped load after load of cum into her mouth as she stroked my shaft. Her tongue danced around the head of my dick. I brought one hand back to Katie’s pussy, and rubbed and pinched her clit a little more. Soon she was writhing and moving in ecstasy on my lap.
Jessica finished sucking all the cum out of my cock and placed her mouth around Katie’s pussy. Katie screamed, “Oohh, here it comes! HOLY SHIT!” Jessica grabbed Katie’s ass and pulled Katie into her open mouth. Katie started convulsing on my lap.
After a minute or so of this, Jessica pulled her head away from Katie and said, “Damn girl. That was a lot; almost as much as Jeremy. It sure tasted good going into my mouth though sweetie. Jeremy, did you know that Katie was a squirter? Hot huh?” Jessica licked her lips, then grabbed Katie’s hand and licked her fingers dry.
We were all breathing heavy and I said, “Wow girls. That was amazing! I don’t know if I have ever cummed that much before. Jessica, I thought you were just going to watch. I’m not complaining by any means, but…”
“But what? I couldn’t resist tasting you two. I love to watch, but I also love the taste of cum sliding down my throat. Besides, if you were sitting where I was, you wouldn’t be able to resist either. That was one of the hottest fucks I have seen in a long time. Just watching your rock-hard cock stretching Katie’s pussy like that, oh my God! That was great!”
Katie stood up slowly off of my lap, she bent down and picked up her clothes. She started to put her bra on, but Jessica grabbed it out of her hands, “You won’t need this dear.”
“I won’t?” Katie asked, puzzled.
“Nope. I was thinking we could go over to my place and you could show Jeremy what that pole is for in my basement.”
“Really? You want me to strip for him?”
“Wait, you have a stripper pole? That’s awesome!” I said, wide eyed.
“Yeah,” Jessica replied. “I have one in my basement with neon lights and the while bit. And no, Katie, I don’t want you to strip for him. I want you to strip for US.”
We put our clothes back on. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” I said. They walked out; I went over and set the alarm, walked out and locked the building up. As I walked out to my truck, Jessica and Katie were waiting in their cars. “I guess I’ll follow you?”
“Yeah, try to keep up. I drive fast. Especially if I know I get to have a strip tease when I get home.” Jessica started to pull out of the lot as I got into my truck, started it and fell in line behind Katie.

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ANONYMOUS person called

One time I was tired as hell I had been working for 12 hours, and then there comes this strange call from some one that said that she wants to be ANONYMOUS, from a city that is 130km far from where I live. so she said that she don’t know me but she is horny and she just dialled this number without knowing who it may be, she said believe me that this is not a joke or no one made me call, just that she is willing to get some sex from some one that she never knew before, and never seen before. Then I started to really doubt her because I was in relationship with someone else that I really loved her at that time. so I told her sorry I am not single and I an not help her, because I have some one that I really love, and I told her the name of the person that I love, because I was sure that my girl friend has asked some one to call me and see me if I was going to cheat on her. Well I shut down the phone then she called again a minute after, she said see man I am not willing to start e relationship with you or anything I only want some one that can have sex with me and only tonight and then I don’t want to see you again, and I said no sorry I can not do that for you. I shut down the phone again, well that night I was going sleep for e one or two hours so later I can go and have a dinner with my girl friend, so I went to sleep, phone rings again hmmmm I thought this is going to make me call the Police, I picked up the phone, and then she said you know I am a girl and you know that many girls believe in different things, she said that a very old woman told her to just dial any number on the phone and the first man that answers you have to have sex with him.
Then she said please do this for me. then I asked her where does she live she told me in Ferizaj and I told her are you crazy I need to drive to hours to get to you, she said yes but I have to have sex with you tonight.
Also said I am very beautiful girl, slim, young, that she had sex only with one person, so there was no doubt that she may be sick from aids or any thing.
I again said no I am not going to come there no meter what. She called again she said she is going to kill her self because she can not live with a bad luck and if I don’t sleep with her, her luck is just going to continue to be bad.
So I called my girl friend and told her I am sorry but I have some one that is calling me 4 times and telling me all what she told me. So I told my girl friend that I am going to see what is going on. She trusted me and told me ok you can go and talk to her, she trusted me because I had never before cheated on her.
So I took a car and left down to Ferizaj and I called the girl and told her that I am waiting for her in the city in one coffee shop, she was so happy that I can not even explain. So I waited for her 45 minutes I thought that she was making jack ass out of me, I said ok I am going. just two minutes before I left she called me and told me that she is in front of coffee shop, she told me how she looked when I came out and she came to me I was shocked I was paralysed from her beauty.
so we went in HOTEL I told her that can not do anything but I have jut come to talk to her, but my heart started to tell me man go for it she is so sexy , she was dressed so provocative I could see her tits I could already feel my hard COCK getting bigger and bigger in my pants, so she putt her hand in my leg and told me do it for me I started to look on her lips they where so hot and nice, I felt I could eat them I was turning on from her look, legs, tits and lips from every thing she had. as she was touching my leg she started to touch me cock she could see that is was turned on and I was burning in my heart for her, she said I am willing to touch you sckin, she put the other hand on my shoulder and tied it very much, I could almost see the steam coming out of her.
Then I said ok we are going in one of the hotel rooms. She screamed and said yes.
There where so many people, I was so shy, so took her up, she could not wait on till we went to the room, so she started to kiss me hard while we where going up stairs, and hugging me touching me, cock that was about to explode.
When we went in the room, she took of her clothes jumped over me; I think she raped me that time 0ooooo. touching my cock and she took of my belt and t shirt fast took off my jeans and without waiting at all she seat over my dick and in and out for 5 or 6 times and I could feel that she was Cumming she yelled to much she took it out of her pussy and pout it in her mouth and she liked it I started to yell as well the pleasure that I think I never had it before. after about 45 minutes I was cumin when I cum on her mouth I think it was a half a littler of sperm all over her mouth and tits, she was not stopping she put her tong on my ass hole and licked it for five minutes and I was feeling bad about that but I thought ok I came for her all the way here so I will let her do any thing to me. My dick was not going down my dick was straight up and as a rock as never before. so she ask me to fuck her from behind I fucked her so hard and I could not understand why I had so much lust, I just continued to fuck her in all the positions that I knew we, she took my cock from her pussy sucked it well kissed it played with it in very nice way she hugged my cock, then she got over me and put it her wide ass hole, where please for me was growing more and more. i could feel that is was cumin and she again pulled it out of her gold ass hole and put it in her mouth and swallowed every drop of my sperm. after I had fucked her two time for hour and half we only took 5 minutes break and continued for another 3 hours of licking each other.
Then when we wanted to go home she told me her name and asked me for my name that was crazy i ask for name when we are finished. Well on the way out we went through the Restaurant every body was looking and us I could see that I and she had made a big noise. And I think half of those people had masturbated.
when we went out the door she said see thank you for this, my life has changed, and guess what, she gave my girl friend a car as present that she allowed me to go and just talk to her (she was a girl of the third riches man in our country, that is the reason why I can not say her name).
My girl friend she don’t know that we had sex, ANONYMOUS person is our friend now, she comes very often to see us more often when my girl friend is not at home and we do the same as in the hotel.

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Truth or Dare with Beth, part 2

It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.
“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”
“Do you remember our new arrangement?”
“Not at all.”
“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.
“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”
“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
“Pull your cheeks apart!”
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”
“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”
Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.
“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”
She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”
Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.
“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!

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Some Pretty Optimistic Wishing

A family are driving in their car on holidays. A frog crosses the road and the husband, who is driving, is able to stop the car. He gets out and takes the frog and carries him to the side of the road.
The frog is grateful, thanks the man and tells him that he will grant him a wish.
The man says, “Please make my dog win the next dog race.”
The frog asks to look at the dog, which limps out of the car. The frog notices that the dog only has three legs, it very fat, and can barely move at all so he tells the man that he thinks it is almost impossible to fulfil his wish and asks that the man will tell him another wish.
The man says, “Well, then please make my wife win the next beauty contest in the area. The frog asks him to tell his wife to get out of the car.
Wife comes out of the car and approaches the frog.
The frog turns to the man and says, “Could I please have another look at the dog?”

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