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The desert sat adjacent to Druid land and rest of the world. Nomad people were a mix of multiple races living in desert. It is said Nomadic people living there were refugees from wars going on beyond the recent Druid conflict since the empty stateless desert was only place for people to go. Due to its geographic isolation, no army could maintain dominance there. The sun was about to set soon and heat subsidized significantly. The two Elven sisters and I were riding in the middle of the desert for about a day now and only stopped for breaks. As night came we prepared a tent with beds using supplies we had.

“Why cant we just ride at night it is so much cooler?” Tanya asked .

“Because it is too dark to ride.” I said after thinking of her suggestion.

“Makes sense.” Tanya said.

“It seems Danya is already asleep, I need to do the same.” I said noticing Danya sleeping in the tent we stole from the supplies. I went beside her on the bed I made and slept.

I woke up the next morning with Tanya naked and on top of me. The dawn was here and the golden rays covered her entire body illuminating it. It reminded me of the angel I met in the cave.

“You are almost like angel I met.” I said to Tanya.

“It is nice to hear something good about myself after being degraded by those Druids.” Tanya said as she leaned over and tried to kiss me. We allowed our lips to be locked as we kissed each other. She then broke off and went a bit lower to touch my penis

“You were poking me with this thing.” Tanya said in humorous tone

“It is something that happens to us human males in the morning.” I said.

“Liar just say you couldn’t stand me.” Tanya said.

I sighed knowing she wont understand that as an Elve or might be because she is a female. She removed my pants for my dick to come out and slap her on the chin.

“Now I no longer have to just watch it.” Tanya said.

“You better hurry or I will give it someone else.” I joked.

“Yes I will.” she played along.

Tanya responded by immediately putting it in her mouth and working on my cock. She utilized both her hands and mouth by sliding them back and forth. Compared to other women I have met, she was energetic, even though she was slightly sloppy on the work itself.

“You seem eager.” I told her.

“Should I have gone slow?” Tanya asked.

“No I like that trait.” I replied to her. She pulled away one hand from my dick and started rubbing her pussy.

“Want some of it?” Tanya asked making gestures towards her pussy..

“Of course.” I replied. She adjusted herself once more so she could ride my cock. She then put her pussy on my cock and started riding me while rubbing her clit with her hand. She rode me up and down for a few minutes with her ass slapping on my thighs.

“I am about to cum!” she said as she squirted juices on me.

“Oh no you ruined my bed-sheet!” I said as I looked my bed sheet that were now covered in her juices.

“I am sorry” she said with slightly guilty face.

“Now you need to be punished, maybe give me your anal virginity.” I said.

“Yes please punish me!” Tanya pleaded. She got up and turned around to show her ass to me while getting in doggy style position. I got up and went towards her to spit on her asshole. I used my fingers to lubricate her bottom with my spit.

“That feels good, please put it in me!” Tanya said.

I then slid my penis into her anal cavity.

“Mhmm it hurts but you are hitting the spot.” Tanya said while moaning.

I pumped her for a minute or two until I came into her asshole.

“The tingly warm feeling in my asshole is so intoxicating.” Tanya said laying beşiktaş eskort there enjoying it.

I looked around to see Danya who had already woken up and was watching us.

“You guys seem to be enjoying it.” Danya said.

“Yes we were.” Tanya replied. We quickly cleaned up ourselves and threw away the bed-sheet to replace them with clean extra there was. We then continued riding through the desert until noon when we hit bushes with oasis nearby.

“I will call it break here!” I said as I got off from my horses.

“I gotta poop, I think it might be from the morning and the horse riding.” Tanya said as she climbed down from the horse to go behind the faraway desert bushes to poop. This left me and Danya alone.

“You were watching us the entire time?” I asked Danya.

“Yea sorry about that.” Danya said. Danya was extremely shy type rarely speaking unlike like her sister who was extrovert. Unlike her sister, her shirt was always buttoned, her hairs were tied in neat complex braid and her manner were extremely formal. She was the total opposite of her sister.

“Do you want to do it?” I asked .

“Yes I wanted to do it the entire time since we left the fort.” Danya replied while not making eye contact. She then awkwardly came towards me and leaned downwards to take out my penis. Before she could touch it, I pushed her away. She stood up and looked at me confused.

“I think if we do it that way, then you won’t have your fun.” I told her.

I then got on my knees to pull down her pants and undergarments to reveal her pink pussy. I then started licking it.

“Ahh you are right.” Danya said as she moaned.

I continued eating her pussy until she squirted on my face. I then looked at her angrily.

“You are as nasty as your sister, are you ready for your punishment?” I said. Danya immediately turned around as she held the horse as her support. I pulled down my pants to insert my penis into her vagina.

“I don’t want you pooping later, so instead I will do this.” I said as I smacked her from behind.

“Ouch!” Danya said. I continued pumping her pussy as the heat of the desert made us extra sweaty. Danya was glistening in the sweat as her sweat poured out. I felt like a brute violating a well mannered princess , even though it was all consensual.

“Okay now you can eat my dick.” I said as I pulled out from her. She turned around and immediately started deepthroating my penis. Unlike her sister, she barely used her hand and was only using her mouth. I grabbed her from the back of the head and pushed into her deeper.

“I am about to come!” I said. I pumped her face for few seconds until I was at my limit. I pushed as deep as I could into her and finally released it all. I then pulled out.

“You should swallow it , I heard it can help with aging.” I told her. Danya then swallowed it all and licked her lips to make sure nothing was there..

“Wanna bath together in that Oasis?” I asked her.

“Sure” Danya said.

“Me too” Tanya came from behind us. We all then undressed ourselves and got into the oasis. After cleaning ourselves and eating, we then continued riding. The desert was slowly fading and now it was replaced with some plains and grassland. The weather was also getting slightly better.

“It seems we are in grassland area” I said. The grassland area was where majority of nomad population lived, past that were rugged mountain and another frozen desert. I saw a farm come into my view. Even though these people were nomadic, most of them had settled into the harsh land.

“Help!” I heard a woman’s scream. I ran quickly towards the direction the istanbul escortları scream was coming from. It was two orcs that were being controlled by seal who were attacking a woman in veil. Naturally orcs were gentle creatures, known for helping out lost people in the forest despite their fierce looks. I couldn’t kill them no matter how I looked at it.

“Either abandon your blood thirst or you will have to kill them.” I heard Malia’s voice in my head. I had no choice left, I had to stop the campaign of killing Druids.

“Fine I will stop, please give me the power!” I said out loud. A burst of light erupted from me and showered everywhere including on Orcs who fell as they were hit and their seals started fading. From the burst of light, emerged Malia as she materialized herself in-front of everyone.

“Who is that?” Tanya asked.

Malia ignored them and looked straight into my eyes.

“You promise to abandon your ways?” Malia asked assertively.

“Yes I will not kill Druids again.” I replied to her.

“I am sorry as well.” Tanya said looking at the divine being as she bowed her head. Danya followed her.

“If either one of you kills needlessly, then you will see the wrath of goddess Karna herself.” Malia said. I guess her point of coming was not only to stop me but also them who were far more heinous. The Elven sisters were strong magician and without seal they would eventually come to dominate in future. I finally saw why three of us were meant to be here. Malia quickly de-materialized and my eyes fell on the veiled woman in front of me. She was slightly afraid as I saw from her eyes.

“Don’t worry I am not those Druid controlled criminals, do you want to be escorted back home?” I asked.

The woman lifted her veil slightly to speak. I saw her soft lips and slightly pale skin.

“Yes please that would be helpful, you must be god sent being.” the veiled woman replied.

“Want to ride with us?” I asked. She said nothing and came forward. She then got on top of my horse and then she pointed towards where her home was supposed to be. We rode all the way until we arrived at what looked like small house. There was an old man working the field. The old man had his mouth covered with a scarf and had a hat on. I guessed they all covered themselves to avoid dust. Veiled woman immediately got down from the horse to tell him exactly what happened. The three of us were done pretty much so we decided to leave.

“Come in you deserve more for saving my daughter.” the old man said energetically.

I stopped in my track and realized this was great opportunity as we could learn more about their system. We got down from our horse and followed old man and his daughter into their home. We were greeted by the dining table where all six of us sat down. The old man removed his scarf and hat to reveal his mixed ancestry of multiple race. He had horns of druids and ears of elves.

“We had a big family once until my wife died after birthing two children, one of son she gave died in the recent battle” the old man said.

“I understand the same happened to me, I am here to help out Nomad people.” I said bluntly. I wasn’t going to lie to him about anything.

“We are not nomads!” a woman with Elven ears and brown hair said. At first I couldn’t recognize her but then I looked at the veil in her hand and remembered her lips.

“Sorry about that.” I said immediately.

“The thing is half the men were killed and my daughter Nina here is unable to find anyone.” the old man said.

“Do you want me to find someone?” I asked.

“No you take Nina.” the old man replied.

“Well escort fatih I am in relationship with these two women.” I said to get him to reverse his decision.

“I don’t care, my previous 3 husbands died.” the daughter said.

“Also I wont live long.” the old man added. Old man removed all the magical illusion surrounding him , his wrinkly skin started hanging and he was a literal skeleton now.

“I feel there is someone better than me.” I tried to convince him out.

“Men here are too weak or dead, and they aren’t blessed by some divine being.” the old man said in now weak voice. It seem after illusion was removed, the old man’s voice was also changed. It seems he was almost near deathbed.

“My last three husband all were killed, there are women that need help in this country.” Nina said.

“I shall honor your wish then.” I said finally admitting defeat.

The old man got up from his seat and walked towards the door. He was literally turning into dust. It seems he artificially inflated his life to protect his last living family member.

“Now I can rest peacefully.” the old man said without making eye contact with his back on us. He went through the door outside which he closed on us. I tried following him but when I opened the door there was nothing but dust which blew inside.

“Noooo!” I yelled as I saw him die in front of my eyes.

“I knew this was going to happen.” Nina said coming from behind.

We continued looking through the door watching the dust blow away in the air. Nina then went back inside to come back with her veil on.

“You are going alone?” I asked.

“No, wherever you want to go.” Nina said with her veil still on.

“I am gonna join the local army and protect the people here!” I said with determination.

“I was going there either-ways.” Nina said.

“Then let’s go!” Tanya said.

“You guy’s better wear something to not have dust blown at you.” Nina said. Nina went back inside to get 2 veils, men’s scarf and some food. It seem the nomads wore those to avoid dust and other. I took the scarf and went for the horses. Nina came near my horse to guide us by pointing to the dusty desert road ahead.

“How far away is it?” I asked her.

“You will reach quickly in a day.” Nina said.

“It is late afternoon so I am just going to rest here and leave tomorrow morning.” I said.

I then went inside and put the scarf and everything else on the table. The three women followed me inside and decided to remove everything as well.

“I am tired for right now, is there a place we can rest?” Tanya asked.

“You are free to rest in any of the rooms.” Nina replied. Tanya then went upstairs and Danya followed her, leaving me and Nina alone. I sat down on the chair exhausted. I wondered what I would do from now, specially with the task of protecting this place.

“What happened lover?” Nina said.

“Don’t know I just didn’t expect to be given such responsibility.” I replied.

“You mean me?” Nina countered as she smiled and came towards me. She dropped herself on the floor and eyed me with her strong gaze. Nina then touched my pants and tried to remove them. I moved my hips up and let her do what she wanted. She immediately started wrapping her luscious lips on my dick and started sucking it.

“You must be crazy horny.” I said.

Nina then stopped sucking me off and got back up to remove her clothes. After she was done removing them she sat on my lap with my dick few inches from her pussy. She then slowly slid my dick into her pussy and started riding it slowly.

“Ahh!” Nina screamed in pleasure. While she was doing it our gaze met and we started kissing each other. I continued pumping her until I came in her pussy.

“It feels so good after doing it for a long time” Nina said as she sat there. After a while she got up and left me where I was. I then got up and went to the bedroom in upperfloor and slept there.

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Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, stepped out of the tavern onto the town’s main street with a grin. The morning sun was warm and the road was already busy with people and smells.

A cart lumbered up and halted, the driver shouting at Aramil to get out of the middle of the road. He smiled sheepishly and darted to the far side. The man gave him a gruff look and then carried on. Aramil wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to the concept of roads and all the traffic that seemed to travel on them.

He started to walk until he came across a plaza where a dozen market stalls had been set up. He wandered from stall to stall. Most were selling equipment or trinkets or things he was not interested in but eventually he came across one selling fruit.

Some of the fruits he recognised. A few grew naturally in the forests where he’d grown up and others he had seen because elves returning from beyond the forest had brought them back. However some he had never seen before at all and he was eager to try them.

One particular fruit called out to him. It was about the size of an apple but was round and bright orange in colour. It looked exotic and that was reinforced by its price as it was more than four times as much as the next most expensive fruit.

“That’s an orange,” the market stall owner said, smiling at him. She was a woman in what Aramil guessed was her mid-fifties.

“It is named after its colour?” he asked, surprised. “That must be confusing.”

“Or maybe the colour is named after it,” the woman winked back.

Aramil furrowed his brow. He had not thought of that. He wondered which was true, but his stomach rumbling swiftly reminded him that he needed to eat. He asked for three of the oranges and the woman quickly handed them to him.

“That’s one gold coin please,” she said. Aramil gave it to her. That was extremely expensive but Aramil’s concept of money wasn’t particularly good yet.

As he ate the exotic looking fruit he found it very bitter but also very pleasant. He would definitely enjoy the other two that he had bought.

However one thing playing on his mind was his money. He didn’t really understand what it was worth yet but he did know that humans used it for practically everything and that he would run out sooner or later. If the price of the oranges was anything to go by then it would be sooner.

It was then that he remembered the gift Symii had given him. He dug into his pack and found the small bundle of fairy dust. He finished the orange and looked around, then smiled as his eyes fell on what he was looking for. An alchemist’s shop sat in the corner of the square looking bright and inviting. He collected his belongings and walked over to it.

He pushed the door and stepped inside and saw no one there. However the walls were lined with jars full of various ingredients, some of which he recognised but many he did not. There were also displays of potions and elixirs that had obviously been escort beşiktaş made by the owner of the shop.

“How can I help you?” said a woman’s voice behind the curtain at the rear of the shop.

“I’m here to sell some wares, if you would be interested,” he called back.

The curtain moved and a beautiful woman in what appeared to be her mid-thirties stepped out. However Aramil knew she was probably closer to seventy because the pointed ears that protruded through her wavy blonde hair revealed that she was in fact a fellow elf!

She stood about 5’4″ tall. She wore a plain red dress and brown boots that didn’t conceal what was clearly a slender body with lovely large breasts, but didn’t try to flaunt it either. She regarded Aramil with warm green eyes.

“Well, aren’t you a pleasant sight. Not often I see another elf,” she grinned mischievously as she sauntered past him and took up a position behind the counter. Aramil noticed her scanning his body as she passed. “I am Kerianas. So, what is it you have to sell?”

“Fairy dust,” he replied simply, taking out the bundle and laying it on the counter.

The alchemist’s eyes went wide. “Fairy dust?” she said, clearly stunned. “How much?”

“That bundle’s worth.”

She looked at him first with wonder then slight suspicion. She reached out, undoing the bundle and unfolding it. She gasped at what she saw, which Aramil took as a good sign.

The fairy dust still sat within, glittering beautifully. It seemed to change colour based on the light. At the moment it was pure gold, but when Symii had given it to him in the shade of the woods it had looked more of a reddish copper colour. And at night it was a shimmering silver. Then again it was magic so it didn’t need to make sense.

Kerianas stepped away, collecting a small glass vial to which she added a few ingredients. Then she dropped in a tiny pinch of the the fairy dust, causing the entire mixture to hiss and pop before at last settling into a beautiful purple colour.

She stared at it with wide eyes. Clearly she was impressed.

“This is so pure,” she said, turning back to the fairy dust. “And so much of it. Where did you get it?”

“I met a fairy in the woods. She gave it to me,” he shrugged. It was the truth.

Kerianas looked up at him with amusement. “As simple as that, huh? Well, I won’t pry any further. I want this dust, Aramil, and I’m prepared to give you two hundred gold coins for it. That’s my entire savings, but this will be worth it.”

Two hundred coins sounded like a lot. It would buy him lots of oranges, at least! He nodded. “Agreed.”

Kerianas clapped her hands together with delight and collected the bundle, setting it beneath the counter. Aramil wondered why it was so valuable.

“What does the fairy dust actually do?” he asked. “Is it an important ingredient?”

“It’s an enhancer for making stronger, purer potions. You add istanbul escorts it to a reaction and what you get at the end is much cleaner and more potent.”

“That sounds extremely useful.”

“It is,” Kerianas grinned. “And it is is exactly what I need to make my fortune. The next time you see me, I’ll be running a huge shop in the capital.”

She leaned on the counter. Aramil was sure he noticed her gaze slipping up and down his body again. His magic cock twitched at the lustful sparkle in her green eyes.

A moment’s silence passed between them then. Aramil’s mind was filled with images of him passionately fucking the sexy elven alchemist. Horniness flared through him.

After a moment she spoke. “I still do not know your name.”

“Aramil.”

“Well, Aramil, what are you planning to do today?”

He shrugged. “I was going to leave this settlement and continue on. I believe there is a city ahead.”

“There is indeed,” Kerianas said, slowly coming round from the counter. “And if you are new to these parts you should definitely head that way. The city will take your breath away.”

Then she was in front of him. She reached out and placed a hand on his chest.

“But before you leave, perhaps you might stay a moment longer? Seeing another elf is a rare treat, and acquiring the fairy dust has left me in the mood to, well…” She met his gaze and grinned naughtily, letting her hand start to trace lower. “Celebrate.”

Aramil did not need to be told outright what it was this gorgeous elven alchemist wanted. He stepped close to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her deeply. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and he responded in kind. He enjoyed the intense passion of the kiss and his magic cock quickly grew hard.

The alchemist’s hand finally reached its target then and she began to massage his member through his pants. He moaned into their kiss. Not wanting to let her have all the fun he slid his hands up the front of the blonde elf’s body to grasp her big tits, giving them a good squeeze as the globes filled his hands.

Kerianas stepped away from him then and reached behind her, evidently going for the knots to her red dress. Aramil’s breath caught in his throat as the garment fell to the floor and revealed her glorious naked body. He stepped closer to her again, kissing her deeply and once more cupping her breasts.

Then he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the counter of her small shop. Dropping her down on it he pushed her legs apart and dived between them. Seconds later he was smearing his tongue across her pussy.

He took great pleasure in going down on her. He licked and kissed her lips and clit before lifting his hand to gently slip one finger inside of her. Soon the alchemist was rolling her hips back against his face at the expertise of his work and he knew she was going to climax. She cried escort kağıthane out lustfully as she came, her green eyes rolling back at the pleasure that pulsed through her. When the orgasm passed she slumped back down onto the counter for a few moments then slowly pushed herself upright.

“That was amazing, Aramil. Thank you,” she giggled. “But now I think it is time for you to fuck me.”

“I think you’re right,” he agreed with a wink, stripping off clothes. Kerianas moaned at the sight of his hard member as it sprang free.

They were both naked now except for the the brown boots that Kerianas still had on. Aramil had to admit however that it was actually very hot the way she was still wearing the boots. Then he lined his cock up with her cunt and moments later he was buried inside her silken pussy.

He started to pump his hips at once though he made sure to keep the pace gentle. The blonde elf seemed to appreciate that and her moans were loud in the quiet shop.

Suddenly he realised that Kerianas had not locked the door. It was possible that a customer might wander in at any moment. Not that Aramil cared – far more important to him was the way Kerianas looked and felt as he fucked her.

Her green eyes stared into his and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He enjoyed the passion of their sex and reached up to squeeze one of her big tits as his pace slowly increased. Soon her entire body rocked with his thrusts and her boots banged into his ass every time he pulled out. He could feel her body tensing and knew she was getting close to her release.

“I’m going to fucking come,” the blonde elf moaned, staring at him with wide eyes. “Fuck me with your big cock!”

He sped up his thrusts, grabbing the alchemist’s head and tugging her forwards for a frantic kiss as the moment neared. Her yelps of pleasure were muffled by his mouth but when he let go she pulled her head back and cried out in utter bliss.

“Aramil, yes! I’m coming so hard!” she shrieked.

Her pussy clamped down on his member and he enjoyed the feel of her incredibly powerful orgasm as her walls spasmed on his dick. Almost as much as he enjoyed his own pleasure when his creamy jizz exploded into her cunt. For a while they remained that way, rope after rope of his cum splattering against her sensitive walls. Both were lost to the ecstasy of their orgasms but eventually that pleasure began to fade. When it had done so, Aramil withdrew with a delighted sigh.

Kerianas quickly climbed from the counter and as Aramil dressed she took the fairy dust behind the curtain at the back of the store. She reemerged still naked and gave him a quick kiss and a pouch of gold coins, then hurried him out of the shop stating that she had work to do. But before he left, she made him promise that he’d come find her when she’d got set up in the capital.

“After all, there’ll be more to celebrate, won’t there?” she said with a naughty smile, then pushed him out of the door.

Aramil quickly tucked the gold coins into his pack, noting that though they were quite heavy he’d cope. He turned and set off for the main road. He wanted to see the city and that meant he needed to resume his journey.

Soon he was travelling again.

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Standing at the Crossroads of the Life one did not Expect

Dear mom and dad,

I’m writing to inform you that I’ve graduated from the Academy. I did the best I could. Soon, I will be interviewed and assigned a position. I’ve applied to the National Birth Agency. I’m confident you will be asking why.

I don’t believe I will ever be able to return. I’m not even sure we’ll see each other. I’m sorry. I promise you. I will not disappoint you. This is all I have left to live for.

Once again, I implore you to convince Esmeralda to cease writing to me. Inform her, I will not respond. I have not read any of her letters. There is no, will never be a future for us.

Esmeralda needs to move on. Jonus would be an excellent husband. He is a good decent man. Jonus will be able to give her what I cannot.

When I find time, I’ll send you letters. I’m expecting to be placed in one of the Family Centers. One of the smaller ones, I believe. Mom remind Maria and Kaline that their brother misses them. Dad, what I did was for the family and our village. I don’t regret.

Leaving home had been difficult. Anguish pursued him during the long years. A constant throb of hollowness. An aching hollowness brought on by the empty void in his life and his solitary heart. Pain akin to losing a vital limb. Without that proverbial limb he ceased being who he had been.

Haunted by the phantom limb that is his beloved family and friends. Recuring guilt is painful salt rubbed into the bleeding wound refusing to properly heal. Lingering sensations of being incomplete dulled during the four years of attending the Academy.

Stubborn knees refused to crumble underneath the crushing weight of guilt. Guilt of being a failure as a son and brother. Found purpose keeps him from being adrift and guideless on the pitch-black sea of life. His failure to be a man can be used. A guiding star.

The National Birth Agency, the government agency, is the gateway to his new purpose. The first step had been leaving home. Left quietly in the dark of the night while they slept. A farewell note declaring his intention had been left on mom’s rickety kitchen table.

His dedicated purpose is to ensure his family’s prosperity. Safeguard Esmeralda’s future of having babies of her own. Which equates to him safeguarding his beloved village’s future. All he has is his will and an able body. Carve out a tangible future for Esmeralda and his family.

“Cadet Roach, Valence. Will you please follow me. Supervisor Rosebuds will be personally conducting your interview.”

Valence’s internal mulling falters. Esmeralda’s unforgettable face vanishes like a cursed specter fleeing his mind. Obnoxious persistent feminine fingers had audaciously twined intimately around his own melancholy fingers foolishly dwelling on the past.

A tenacious plague with sunshine bright blonde hair with pink tips. The persistent rash with impressive tits seized her opportunity. Valence’s distraction presented the unwanted rash an opportunity to get closer.

Stubbornness pries Valence free from the yearning caress offering reassurance. The rash’s unrequited thirst can only be quenched by his cock thrusting hard into her repeatedly scorned hole. Cold indifference refutes her advances.

The source of the voice ruining the moment gleefully watches Valence ignoring his fellow female cadet. A woman festering from being spurned once again.

Valence ignores her to focus on the one guiding him to his future purpose. An annoying cheerful bright smile filled with amused friendliness. The smile pretends Valence is the only person in the waiting room occupied of recent graduates.

The medium-sized waiting room is the bureaucratic definition of bland indifferent functionality. An overworked waiting room painted in thick overlapping layers of drab colors. Colors represent the layers of bloated government bureaucracy.

Valence introduces himself to the gorgeous temptation. The genial vixen easily towers over him. Not a difficult task. Valence is a man of average height with broad shoulders the basis of a sturdy back.

Valence’s fellow graduates are his competition. His worthiness needs to be established. The remaining cadets wait for their own interview. Envious eyes anxiously listen. Competitors’ eyes dissect Valence’s interaction with the vibrant assistant. The escort guides the candidates to the offices determining their future.

The gorgeous assistant is a highlight of brightness shining through the dour overcast of clouds hanging over the candidates’ heads. All eyes are instinctively drawn to the startling radiance breaking through the indifference filling the room.

Admiration caresses the slender beauty’s curves. Ample round curves on top and bottom with a narrow waist give the vixen an hourglass shape. An oval face of regal beauty rests elegantly on top of a slender neck. A graceful face with beautiful features befitting unforgettable nobility. Bright energetic large round eyes transform aristocratic bayan escort beşiktaş elegance into friendliness.

Everyone had visually undressed the shapely vixen. A few eyes had violently torn her tight blouse off to obtain access to her impressive breasts. Tits teasingly bounce with each movement the vixen makes. The vixen’s perfectly shaped breasts jiggle from each spoken word.

Valence’s interaction with the vixen is a series of awkward torment. Directly in front of his eyes is the vixen’s exposed cleavage. The vixen’s mountainous mounds breath.

The woman’s words have a lilted, nearly musical accent. The intriguing accent shapes words into erotic strokes teasing his semihard cock. “Cadet Roach, time for your interview. Supervisor Rosebuds office is this way. Please, follow me.”

Valence follows the beckoning woman. Eyes occasionally leer glance at the lush curvy ass walking in front of him. The hypnotic sway of round thick hips encased in a tight skirt ending above her slender knees. A professional skirt molded intimately onto a voluptuous heart shaped ass.

The way the healthy curved cheeks shift and sway with each graceful step the vixen takes. Her curvy ass smirks proudly back at Valence. A teasing wink in the alluring fluidity of a majestic gait. Taunting further attention.

“The supervisor will be interviewing you in a minute,” teasing mirth breathes vibrant life into spoken words.

Soft lips speak with a melodic purr vibrating Valence’s sensitive balls, “If you pass your interview. I might consider being very generous. Send you nudes. Fill in the gaps in your imagination. Or, even a naughty vid.”

Valence’s guiding vixen blossoms into a wicked temptress. A temptress who transforms the simple act of opening an office door into a theatrical experience. An experience leaving Valence breathless and harder than before. Opening a sturdy office door will never be this sinfully erotic, again. Valence’s eyes greedily enjoy the breathtaking display.

Behind the office door is a surprisingly lavish, for a midlevel government bureaucrat, office. The being occupying the office is an extremely startling sight. Shock ruthlessly hits Valence with a splash of icy cold water.

A woman identical to the one who opened the door sits behind an intimidating desk. The desk ruthlessly dominates a quarter of the office’s space. Human Distribution Supervisor Rosebuds is jarringly identical to the vixen standing beside Valence. The HD Supervisor confidently sits behind her imposing desk, wearing an inviting friendly expression.

Valence’s distrustful eyes hastily examine their faces. Their bodies. No trace of distinguishing discrepancies can be found. Except for the clothes the identical pair wears, the gorgeous pair appears to be completely identical. Even their hair style is disconcertingly identical.

Are they one of them, the trumpet warning blares in Valence’s mind.

“Cadet Roach, please relax. I assure you. We’re completely human.”

The brashly spoken bold statement requires substantial proof for Valence’s acceptance. The refutable declaration originated from the one behind the desk. Haughty amusement spiced each spoken word.

Valence’s guide presses tighter against his tensing body. Soft flesh of inviting warmth of luxuriously giant breasts presses against Valence’s head. Aroused fingers glide suggestively down his chest with tender intentions to aggressively massage Valence’s slumbering cock. The warmth of breasts presses against Valence’s hard cheek refusing to relent.

Ejaculating out loud the hard condemnation, “Exactly, what they would say. Being fashioned from bone and flesh does not make you human.”

“Oh, we,” a scintillating reassuring purr plays with Valence’s ear. The throaty purr vibrates with barely restrained lust. Soft warm breasts rub suggestively against Valence’s head. His guide acts more like a cat in heat. Just like they would, the potential artificial woman dares to whisper the same assurance, “We are very human.”

“We’re identical triplets,” the unconvincing explanation comes from the one choosing to remain sitting in the chair. A melodic whimsical explanation intended to titillate while disarming Valence’s estranged senses. “Cadet Roach, I assure you once again. We are human.”

The last guarantee had been seductively tacked on. An arousing implication designed to soothe anxieties refusing to relent.

Justina Rosebuds, the name of the one sitting behind the desk, abuses her melodic siren call. Justina invitingly coaxes her apprehensive prey into a trusting state, “Valence. My darling, Valence. You can trust us. We’re genuinely human.”

Blossom grinds affectionately against Valence. Soft breasts press suggestively against Valence’s head. Warm inviting lips relish whispering sweetly into his ear, “Our precious sister doesn’t work with us. In fact, Gladys is a housewife back in our community. She’s a very good girl. There is a rather interesting tidbit eskort istanbul you can use to distinguish the three of us.”

“She is Blossom, my dear precious sister,” Justina’s tone lightly reprimands her sister’s provocation, “I do believe my interview with Cadet Roach will be longer than I originally estimated.”

“Certainly.”

A slily appreciative smile ushers Blossom out of Justina’s private fiefdom, “Excellent. Please, extend my sincerest apologies to the next cadet.”

Blossom’s wink replies in understanding, “I’ll personally handle the ones waiting. Justina.”

Distracting vulgar fantasies eagerly follow the exiting Blossom’s shapely ass. A glance catches the sway of a frisky curvy ass. An ass seemingly waving a hearty goodbye. For now.

Valence forces his mind to focus on the important interview. The gateway to his future.

“Now, Cadet Roach,” Supervisor Justina’s lilted voice purrs with dominant sexual power, “I’ll be introducing you to your potential partner.”

“Partner?”

“Yes, a seven-year veteran,” with great delight Justina explains with hypnotic eloquence, “Well seasoned. My darling, I present. The avatar of the artificial intelligence of your NBA Rover. You will come to view the rover as your home slash base of operations on wheels. You will be spending majority of your time inside her.”

Valence’s heart is mercilessly clutched by the terrifying hand of icy despair. Cold sharp daggers for claws squeeze the panicking organ tighter. Squeezing until his heart couldn’t beat anymore. Razor sharp tips of burning frigidness pierce the struggling muscle pulsating harder.

On Supervisor Rosebuds’ cue an athletic woman of petite struts confidently into the office. Valence hastily examines the breathing artificial being. Not a masculine holographic avatar as Valence originally expected. A flesh and blood imitation of a woman.

“Holli Copper,” Supervisor Rosebuds’ introduction drips with sincere enthusiasm for the creature. “Your potential partner and companion. Our lovely Holli will serve as your transport and subordinate. During your tenure.”

Valence could not resist inspecting the avatar. Disbelieving eyes scrutinize the artificial creation referred to as Holli. Inexperienced eyes spontaneously classify Holli as interactive equipment.

The dull headed farmer residing in the back of Valence’s mind views the damn avatar as a fucking slut. An artificial slut. Holli’s skintight uniform is a fucking mockery of professionalism.

Strict authoritarian ridiculousness represented by tight dark colored corset barely containing perky mounds. Hips, wider than the pinched waist, and an ass tightly wrapped by a dark miniscule band. Skintight thigh high boots happily flow from midthigh over the curved contours of long athletic legs.

Holli’s oval shaped face flows into an adorably pointy chin signifying confident reliability. A strict authoritarian face defined by slender cheeks. A small mouth lies under a hard nose. Not a striking unforgettable beauty, but a captivating cutie.

The intriguing feature of the face is the captivating pair of eyes. Large eyes with a round shape highlighted by expressive eyelashes. Holli’s once bright cute eyes have hardened into cold sapphire. A playful flirt lurks in dark edges of Holli’s eyes. Eyes belonging to a stern disciplinarian with a ruthless edge.

The avatar’s fair skin color has Valence recall images of freshly driven snow on the ground. An eerily captivating beauty marred by the starkness of hard winter.

“Your psyche evaluation indicates. We should have interesting chemistry together.” Holli relishes dissecting the man being cautious with her. A sheltered man inexperienced with women like her.

Holli slithers closer to her prey. Her words coil around her trap prey. Words restrict his movements, “We will not know if we are truly meant to work together. Until we find out. Will we?”

“How do we verify our compatibility?”

The hick from the sticks had to understand. A bolt of wicked joy pleasures Holli. Aroused from about to explain his pending reality in tormenting details, “Why we fuck. Naturally.”

“We’re going to be together. All alone. Us. What do you think we’re going to be doing on those long cold nights inside me.”

“No.” The vehement rejection had been expected by the women. Valence will never consider the proposal.

Valence’s dismissal objects heartily to the fleshware’s lewd implication. “We will not engage in any act of intimacy,”

“Really,” Holli responds with sincere doubt laced with temptation. Doubts a man can go another four years without pussy. Fingers enjoy gleefully pointing to the damp flesh barely concealed by her mini-microskirt. “This. My pussy is going to be the only pussy keeping you company.”

Holli’s illumination stresses for Valence while appealing to what she expects to be a tremendously frustrated cock. A cock in agony from not firing off any blasts of spunk, except in the few wet dreams Valence escort fındıkzade had during his tenure at the Academy. “Tell me. Can you last four more additional years without pussy. You will be living with me. Working beside. And, inside me.”

Holli’s torrid depiction leaves no option for doubt. The fleshware’s words carry Valence back home. The harsh nearly inhospitable emptiness surrounding his village. Vast gulfs between isolated communities begrudging cooperating to survive. Roving bands of savages or the roamers in their traveling caravans struggling to survive.

“First, I’ll conduct a simple test.” Holli couldn’t stop her greedy hands reaching out. Hands thrilled to caress the lean muscular chest lying underneath the cadet’s shirt. Curious fingers gleefully explore the ridges and valleys between hard muscles. “I daresay a blowjob will be sufficient for our first test.”

Mind whirls from the vulgarity spoken aloud. The village’s elders had decreed oral sex taboo. A discomforting act performed by the vilest practitioners of lechery. Hedonistic addicts engage in the filthy degradation of oral sex.

Shimmering orbs of sapphire grins deviously. Husky connotations mock, while admitting she might have been programmed to love to blow as many cocks as she could. Holli isn’t a corporate manufactured doll who giving blowjobs is essential as breathing. Holli’s captivated amusement enjoys playfully inquiring. “Please, don’t tell me. At twenty-one, you never received head.”

“Oh, such a poor unfortunate creature.” Sympathetic words tenderly coddle Valence’s cock. “What a drearily pitiful life you lived. Allow me to correct a grievous oversight.”

Holli gracefully knelt. Kneeling before the man she’ll sway with her oral skills.

An eager small mouth consisting of plump ruby lips glistens with wet anticipation. Parched lips thirstily hover before Valence’s concealed cock. A salivating tongue impatient to caress the tube of hard flesh straining to escape the confines of imprisonment.

A mockery of a coy glance teases the man intensely expecting Holli’s next action. The moment of ramping anticipation is stretched. Holli’s hands reach behind her narrow back. Fingers leisurely glide.

The warmth of a fingertip informs the body-hugging corset to separate. The imperialistic corset designed to make Holli and her sisters appear intimating while being sexy objects. The corset is a visual blatant reinforcement of who she is. What Holli represents.

The shiny dark material of the corset gradually peels away from Holli. The crescendo of silence is softly shattered by Holli’s corset’s impacting against the hard office floor. The revelation of gorgeous plump tits barely bigger than a handful had been an upgrade Holli earned with her service. Holli requested her nipples to be thicker and increased sensitive.

White pristine mounds with pink tips surrounded by a small pool of sensual pink. A ring pierces her right nipple. While Holli’s left nipple is pierced by a golden barbell piercing. Valence stares at the sight. A man unfamiliar with body piercings.

Holli’s excitement trickles down her inner thighs. The scant triangle of material serving as panties is soaked with her natural lubricant. Unbelievably wet from knowing. Holli will be the first to pleasure this averagely handsome man with her mouth.

“Darling, don’t worry,” Holli’s own honey coated lilted accent reveals itself. Sugary intentions saunter out of her lips. The scintillating accent refuses to be suppressed whenever Holli gets horny or angry. “Besides, sweetie. I’m not human. A meat puppet for a self-aware vehicle. No taboo is being broken here. So, why don’t you just smile. While fucking enjoy this fleshware’s mouth.”

Delicate fingers enjoy liberating Holli’s healthy serving of afternoon fuck sausage. A thick snack cowers in fear of being devoured by Holli’s mouth. The hard prize refuses to come out to play with Holli. Fingers creep past the pants’ opening to retrieve the hot flesh being all shy.

Holli’s tenderness coaxes the semi-hard fucker out into the open. Curled fingers glide appreciatively along the impressive length. The thickness and the curved length of the hot flesh of steel will feel wonderful being buried to the hilt in her damp snatch. Holli’s thirsty mouth and ravenous pussy salivates at the sight and the feel.

Eyes examine the mushroom tip glistening in the lights of the office. A thick drop of delicious cum had formed. Is the drop from her or the Rosebuds sisters? The answer doesn’t matter to Holli. For the drop is hers to lick and enjoy. The damp softness of Holli’s tongue lovingly scrapes along the sensitive tip.

A twinge of illicit pleasure sparks through Valence. The unfamiliar sensation of a tongue progressively licking up from the base of Valence’s throbbing erection to the sensitive tip. Holli’s tongue aggressively toys with him. Teasing licks combined with stabs and sweeping caresses. Valence never considered what illicit pleasures a tongue could provoke.

Unfamiliar sensation closes Valence’s eyes. Holli’s expert tongue playfully teases the vulnerable blunt point. The stylized mushroom tip of Valence’s gorgeous cock is susceptible to the wet attention being lavished upon it. Cock craving more of experience bolts Valence’s feet to the ground.

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Chapter 8 — Anjolie

Julie sat at her desk at uni, staring at her monitor, not really seeing anything.

Her brain was a whirl of emotions and thoughts.

Physically, that thing last night with Cassie had been astonishing. She’d rubbed herself before, but only as experiments really, and had brought herself to what she had thought were orgasms.

But what had happened last night was different. It had been amazing. That throbbing warmth, the crashing, burning, pleasure, the complete loss of control. She hadn’t realised that her body was capable of such things.

But, for the first time, she saw how much Cassie really loved her, and it scared her, it really scared her.

She felt affection for Cassie, of course, but she could see in Cassie’s face that she was devoted to Julie, that she would give her life to Julie, that Julie was the one.

But Julie just didn’t feel the same way about Cassie.

She’d love to have those feelings from last night again, it was true.

Last night was the first time in her life that she had ever felt sexy, and it had been wonderful.

But she would never be able to return Cassie’s mawkish adoration.

She felt dirty, she felt like a fraud.

Not because of the sex, that was a good feeling, a great feeling.

No, Julie had finally seen the glaring dishonesty at the centre of her life.

Living with Cassie was fun, they had good times together, but Julie had always seen it as a temporary arrangement. Julie still expected that one day she’d fall in love with a man, or at least find one she could tolerate, and have kids, buy a house, have a career, and Cassie would always be there, as a friend.

But nothing more.

Julie had always told herself that Cassie could find a real woman to love, a soul-mate, if she only put her mind to it.

But Julie and Cassie had been together for six years now.

Cassie loved Julie, and Julie did not love Cassie.

Cassie would never move on, not unless she was pushed.

I’m a total tool, aren’t I? Julie thought to herself.

But these ruminations weren’t achieving anything.

She did what she had always done.

She put her emotions aside, took a deep breath, and threw herself back into her work.

***

Julie worked in her office at Biological Science all the way through lunch, and intended to keep going all day.

She was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming downstairs.

It was obviously a stranger, someone who didn’t know how to close it without the vicious spring slamming it shut.

She was about to get up to have a look, when a young woman let herself into Julie’s office.

Julie hadn’t seen her before.

The building was secure; she must have a security pass.

She was Indian, and introduced herself as Anjolie Lalitha.

Anjolie was beautiful: tall and slender with olive skin, big, brown eyes lined with kohl, a womanly wisp of black hair over each temple, quiet voice, deferential manner, and a slightly goofy smile which showed all of her many teeth.

She was engaging without quite being smug.

She was dressed in a suit, completely inappropriate for a Saturday, and wouldn’t have looked out of place in a corporate boardroom.

As they talked, Julie learned a little about her.

She was a doctor over from India to do her Ph. D. at the John Lyons School of Medical Research, another research school on campus. However, she had just moved into an office in the new hospital. Anjolie had obviously been diverted from her Ph. D. into some kind of side project.

Julie kept asking Anjolie what, exactly, she was working on, but Anjolie always managed to evade Julie’s questions by the simple expedient of responding with another question of her own.

Anjolie began to ask questions, a lot of questions.

Julie quickly worked out that Anjolie wanted to know about the Taubett’s operation, and realised that she herself was the only person left on campus with any kind of detailed knowledge of its operation.

She must be another one of Eve’s minions, like me, thought Julie.

Julie then asked her, straight out,

“Anjolie, it’s nice talking to you, but I can’t really help you if I don’t know what you’re working on. Are you working for Eve Hunter?”

Anjolie simply shook her head with a smile, more a “not answering” than a “no”, and asked her next question.

“Miss Julie, can you please tell me what energy the X-rays are using?”

Julie answered quickly, a little mystified.

“250kEv. beşiktaş escort bayan Everyone knows that.”

“Yes, of course. But what is the exact energy of the rays we are using? It is important to me. Nobody at the hospital seems to know.”

Julie hadn’t considered that the energy was important.

She browsed into the source-code repository at Physical Sciences., but the firmware for the Taubett machine was missing.

Julie was surprised. She’d only been looking at Stefan’s image processing code for the Taubett machine just before the holidays.

Then she remembered.

The firmware for the Taubett machine had been removed from the main server for reasons of information security. It was now kept at the hospital, off the University network. The University wanted to make a lot of money from its commercialisation, and didn’t trust their students.

Being a bit cheap, and quite small, the schools didn’t actually have any scheduled backup system. Everyone who had any sense would back up their own computers by themselves.

Julie herself had bought a bunch of backup tapes with her own money, and she kept them in the room with the only tape drive, next door at Physical Sciences, where the Taubett machine had once stood.

They’d been there last week, when she’d done her last full backup.

She’d been conscientious, and had backed up the full source code repository, along with her own work.

“All right, Anjolie. Come with me. I know where we can find the information.”

Julie hadn’t met this woman before, and she was asking extremely detailed questions about the Taubett machine, with answers Julie herself didn’t yet know.

This did sound a little suspicious, and Julie made sure that Anjolie followed her out.

Julie took her into the Physical Sciences building, and asked that Anjolie stand in the foyer while she went into the Taubett room.

The blue linoleum looked clean and new in the centre of the room, where the Taubett machine had once stood, and around the periphery had faded to pastel. On one bookshelf, a stack of backup tapes was still lined up, with Julie Smith written on six of them in red permanent marker.

Julie gave Eve a ring on her mobile, trying to be discreet.

Eve answered immediately.

“Hello? Hello, Julie?”

“Eve, I’m here with Anjolie Lalitha. I’m sorry about bothering you on the weekend, but I need your advice. She’s being a bit of a sticky-beak about the Taubett machine, and she won’t tell me what she’s working on. Do you know her? Should I be giving her this information?”

Eve responded, very business-like, but sounding just the slightest bit irritated.

“Thank you, Julie, you were right to ring. Don’t worry about ringing me at any time of the day, or night, what you are doing is too important for any kind of delay.

“Yes, Anjolie is completely trustworthy, please give her any help she requires with learning the operation of the Taubett device. The Indians want to build one too. However, I must remind you again that the nature of Cassie’s work is confidential. You’re not supposed to know about that yourself, you know. There’s no reason to tell Anjolie anything about Cassie. I’m glad you called, Julie, and I’m glad to hear that you can sometimes take your NDA seriously.”

Julie flipped the phone closed, irritated by Eve’s mild rebuke, and went to let Anjolie into the room.

She inserted the last tape from before the holidays into the reader, and her memory stick into the reader’s PC. She copied everything she could: the source code, the documentation, and the last version of the firmware installer from before the move to the hospital.

The two of them went back to Julie’s office, and Anjolie sat at Cassie’s desk and made a copy of Julie’s memory stick to her own.

They both spent the rest of the afternoon poring through the documentation.

The Taubett machine was the first diagnostic machine to use an X-ray laser, using the polymer glass to create the X-ray tube.

That’s what the windows in my apartment are made out of, thought Julie.

The use of the X-ray laser allowed the energy and direction of the X-ray beam to be controlled precisely, and it was a coherent source, which made the production of phase images much easier than before.

It also made the Taubett machine practical. Previously, the only other source of coherent X-rays of sufficient energy was from a synchrotron, which only worked if you had a whole building escort istanbul to put it in, and a lazy ten million dollars to spare. Real Australian dollars.

The energy of the X-rays wasn’t specified anywhere in the documentation, but she eventually found it hard-wired into the source code of the firmware.

She pointed the lines out to Anjolie.

“It’s not 250kEv, but 265kEv. You were right, Anjolie. But why is that important?”

Anjolie just smiled, and nodded, as if this had confirmed her suspicions.

Julie continued to press the point.

“Anjolie, why is 265kEv so special? What are you looking for?”

“Julie, I have signed an NDA. I cannot tell you a thing, I am sorry.”

Anjolie was looking around the room, and shrugged, as if to say, what can I do?

Julie changed tack.

She faced a bleak time at home tonight with Cassie, so she decided on a whim that she’d rather stay out.

“Anjolie, it’s getting dark now. How would you like to go grab some dinner?”

Anjolie smiled, and nodded in acceptance.

They found a café in Garema place with some tables outside, and they braved the cold to gain a little privacy. The food was actually pretty good, and the gas flames ringing the tables did keep them warm enough, although there weren’t many others outside.

At first, they just chatted. Anjolie had also been moved into Julie’s apartment building, which beat the single nurse’s quarters that she’d been in until now. She had a husband in India, whom she missed very much, but no kids yet. She’d been granted a scholarship to study abroad by the Indian Government which she didn’t want to pass up.

They were eating dessert before Julie tried again.

“Anjolie, I understand that you are concerned about the NDA. But we both know that we’re working on the same project, and we’re not likely to be overheard here. Why is the energy of the X-rays so important? Why 265KEv?”

Anjolie looked steadily at Julie.

“This is a secret, yes?”

Julie nodded, and Anjolie continued.

“The reason is arsenic, Julie. Arsenic. 265KEv is the energy at which arsenic exhibits nuclear resonance fluorescence. The Taubett machine has been specifically tuned for arsenic.”

Julie was confused.

“But why? Arsenic isn’t usually found in the human body.”

Anjolie sighed. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought

“No, Julie, not the human body.

“Some forms of life use Arsenate instead of Phosphate for basic cellular processes. The Taubett is an excellent device for imaging normal tissue, but I believe that this is its secondary role.

“Tissue containing any trace of arsenic will glow like a beacon under its X-rays.

“The Taubett seems to have been designed primarily to detect, and image, tissue containing arsenic. For example, a rare bacterium, found in an arsenic-filled lake in California.”

Julie finally worked it out, and continued Anjolie’s sentence for her.

“… or, perhaps, an alien biology which does not exist on Earth?”

Anjolie smiled at Julie, and corrected her, “Past tense, Julie. This biology did not exist on Earth. Now it does exist.”

Anjolie sighed again.

“I’ve been sent on a wild goose chase, Julie. I’ve been asked to develop an antibody test to find indications of black thread-worm infection, current, or in the past.

“But the worms cover themselves with a protective coat, built from their host’s own proteins. Infected women don’t show antibodies to the worms until they’re injected with the vaccine.

“Although it’s never happened, as far as I know, if the worms decided to leave a host of their own accord, there would be no antibodies left behind.

“The vaccine is a complex of human proteins, antibodies, and arsenic. The proteins and the antibodies are supposed to stimulate the human immune system to reject the worms. The worm requires arsenic to live, and sequesters any arsenic in the body, thus drawing the vaccine into itself and safely away from the infected woman. Undeniably, the vaccine works, but the immune response is not like any other. Antibodies are produced, but there is no inflammation.

“The blood test I’ve developed can detect a woman cured by the vaccine, but not an infected woman. I suspect that it would not detect a woman whose worm is undamaged, and has left without the vaccine, should such a woman exist.”

Anjolie smiled, grimly.

“India is infested with worms, Julie. We are mass-producing the vaccine to cure the infected etiler bayan escort women, but new infections just keep cropping up.

“The groundwater in many regions has very high arsenic levels. This is a nutritional necessity for the worms, Julie, they cannot grow quickly without it.

“A blood test for arsenic simply will not work to detect the worms. In an infected woman, the serum levels of arsenic are very low, because the growing worm sequesters all of the arsenic in the body.

“In a cured woman, or a clean women, arsenic levels are normal, which is always a little high in India.

“All arsenic-based products have now been removed from common use in India, and everywhere else in the world, too. It is no longer used in children’s play equipment, or rat poison, or in any consumer products. This removal was intended to reduce the ready supply of arsenic, to make it more difficult for the worms to reproduce.

“Now that Gabriella Henderson has stabilised the worm venom, and deactivated it, there will be another source of arsenic in the general population. Arsenic is used to stabilise and preserve the worm venom.

“I saw the worms when I did a tour of the hospital. Those worms gave me creepy feelings, Julie. They are evil. I hate them. Have you been there, Julie?”

Julie shook her head.

“No, Anjolie, and I don’t intend to.”

Anjolie continued.

“Good. I wouldn’t bother. I won’t be visiting those women again.

“I took some of the ointment away with me.

“I analysed it under a high-power microscope. It is highly uniform, Julie. Gabriella has done a fine job of removing any cellular matter, while preserving the signalling hormones used by the worms, and some of the worm proteins.

“The repellent is only approved for use by the military and the medical profession, but, as word has got around, it is clear that it is being used far more widely. Aside from the effect on the worms, there is talk of it appearing in cosmetic products for women.

“Have you taken the ointment, Julie?”

Again, Julie shook her head.

“It has odd effects on the immune system, Julie. Like the vaccine, it provokes an unusual immune response. The first time it is taken, the user experiences mild hot flushes, but there is no other indication of inflammation.

“And then, I have heard that some people use the unprocessed venom as a drug, to get high.

“It stimulates the genitals.

“It forces women to do things, Julie.

“Disgusting things.”

Julie was glad that it was dark enough that Anjolie would not see her blush.

“I am sure you have heard of the sad situation in Bhopal,” Anjolie continued. “This was a necessary sacrifice to fight the progress of the worms, but not sufficient. We delayed the worms for a while, but they have returned, stronger than ever.

“Only the vaccine now keeps the worms in check. If the vaccine were to lose its effectiveness, India would be lost.

“We don’t have the resources to keep tabs on the cured women, it’s hard enough getting the vaccine to the affected villages. We tried using tattoos, but they are actually very easy to remove these days.

“We are starting to think that the vaccine is not a cure, and that removing the worms does not always stem the infection. We’ve lost track of many of these women, and the situation seems hopeless.

“The arsenic test is ineffective, and the Taubett machine is far too expensive and slow for the millions of people we need to test.

“But we have just started to introduce Aadhaar to combat the threat of the worms.”

Julie had heard of it. Aadhar was a huge biometric database, to be used to keep track of every resident of India by giving each of them a 12-digit identifier.

It sounded a bit too big-brother for her liking.

“Every woman we cure, we flag in Aadhar. But there are many cured women we have lost track of.

“One day, Julie, we will have a simple test that can identify them.

“And, if we find that the cured women are still under the control of the worms, then, …”

Anjolie drew her fingers across her neck in a slicing motion.

Julie got goosebumps. She wasn’t quite sure how to discuss the potential murder of millions of women with a doctor.

“But, Anjolie …” she started off saying, then, “Oh, shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Anjolie asked, a little bit affronted.

Julie had to fight to keep her voice calm.

“Oh, sorry. It’s nothing,” she replied, “I just left some stuff in my office I wanted to read tonight. It can’t be helped, it’s nothing urgent. I’ll have to go in early tomorrow, so I think we’d better go now.”

How casually Anjolie was considering genocide, Julie thought.

I’ve only gone and given Anjolie a copy of Cassie’s survey data, with all its evidence of cheating on it, haven’t I?

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Dagny was startled when she awoke. She was startled to find herself alone in her bed. This was the first time since she had ascended the beanstalk that she’d not invited at least two men to join her in her bed. She instantly knew why she was alone. Her entire body ached from the abuse that had been inflicted upon her during her ordeal in the barge. Her vagina was particularly tender.

Over the years Dagny had engaged in a number of marathon sexual encounters with multiple partners. However; only a few of those partners had been even nearly as well endowed as the Golem. Those group encounters had invariably lasted for hours, just like her ordeal in the barge. However; those encounters had been consensual. While the men had selfishly used Dagny for their pleasure, they hadn’t misused her much less abused her. The men had been motivated by pure, unadulterated lust rather than malice. While the Golem had used Dagny for his sexual gratification, his primary motivation had been hatred. He had been determined to assert his dominance over her. He had succeeded.

Reaching between her thighs to gently palpate her vulva, Dagny was surprised to find globules of dried semen in her pubic hair. She’d showered in an effort to wash away the memory of that encounter in the bulk barge. She hadn’t rinsed herself thoroughly enough. Although her biometric ring as well as the similar functions on her bracer still refused to function, she knew that she was near if not in the middle of her cycle.

Of course Dagny’s cycle had been becoming somewhat erratic in recent years. She couldn’t be entirely certain of if or when she might be fertile even with biometric monitoring. Although she was more than forty Earth years old, she wasn’t as yet menopausal. She was merely perimenopausal. She might be ovulating soon but maybe not. The Golem just might have succeeded in impregnating her. Even if she wasn’t yet pregnant, his potent sperm were still swimming free in her womb. He might yet impregnate her sometime within the next few days.

Dagny took solace in the fact that she had been extremely active as well as promiscuous these last few days. The Golem’s sperm would be confronted by billions of competitors from her previous, consensual encounters. The sperm from multiple men were at that moment in a race to reach any ovum that might be released by her ovaries. She could easily visualize how these sperm from the various men were actually battling to reach and fertilize her ovum. Hopefully; the Golem’s sperm wouldn’t be victorious.

Dagny glanced at the clock. While there was no need to hurry, she couldn’t linger much less malinger in bed. The rendezvous with the rogue asteroid was today. She had promises to keep.

Rather than go to the lounge to share a communal dinner, Dagny had stayed in her cabin last night. She hadn’t wanted to engage in the customary flirting that so routinely culminated in yet another casual hook up. Such hookups were customarily with multiple men. The men would invariably be competitive. Her aching vagina would have gotten yet another workout. She’d preferred to eat emergency rations in her cabin. No one had questioned her about her absence.

Dagny opened another emergency ration for breakfast. As she was eating she asked, “Oracle, has anyone noticed that I’ve become a hermit?”

“A few of the other women have asked if you were okay. Fortunately; none seemed to know about your…encounter,” the machine responded. “I told them that you were fatigued and not feeling well. I didn’t want to violate your privacy by telling them what happened. Obviously; given the current situation, pressing charges might be problematic at best?”

Although she resented the obvious attempt to discourage her, Dagny understood the logic of the semi sentient computer. If they’d still been on the colony ship in Haven synchronous orbit, they could have just shipped the Golem back down the beanstalk. They could have even summoned reinforcements if they were needed. Now they were two light minutes, over thirty-six-million kilometers, from Haven. With only eighteen people on board the tug and the other tug out of commission, they were on their own. They really couldn’t spare the manpower to incarcerate the Golem much less spare other people to guard him.

Dagny was certain that just like John Wayne, the Golem wouldn’t take kindly to being arrested. It was an understatement to suggest that subduing the Golem would be problematic. Dagny suspected that in a physical confrontation, the Golem would be more than a match for any two of the other males. It was doubtful that any of the other inmates from Botany Bay would be willing to try to subdue the Golem anyway. None professed any allegiance to the colony.

The half dozen women on board would not have a chance against the Golem. The Oracle had a number of weapons at its command, some lethal but most less than lethal. However; Dagny suspected that the computer wouldn’t cooperate. The Golem was obviously escort bayan beşiktaş prime breeding stock.

There was also little be gained by making a formal accusation. The need to safeguard genetic diversity was paramount. The Colony couldn’t afford to impose the death penalty. They couldn’t afford to incarcerate people either. Criminals were simply exiled to Botany Bay to either survive or not. Those that did survive to reproduce were considered prime breeding stock. The Golem had been born an inmate. He was obviously a survivor. Although he was merely a resident who’d been born in Botany Bay rather than an inmate, he’d never shown any interest in emigrating to the Colony. He’d just be going home again. Pressing charges would simply subject Dagny as well as her wife and husband to public humiliation.

Dagny glanced at the compartment where she’d stashed her pistol. She knew that she could just shoot the Golem easily enough. The twelve-point-five millimeter projectile would almost certainly be lethal. However; attempting to take him into custody would inevitably degenerate into a physical altercation. While she was an expert markswoman, she’d never been taught close quarters combat techniques much less weapons retention skills. She suffered from no delusion that the Golem wouldn’t be able to disarm her in such a situation. She was certain that as humiliated and angry as she was, she wasn’t willing to just shoot him either. At least not yet.

Dagny retrieved her skinsuit from her locker. She hadn’t put it in the cleansing machine. The stain of semen at the crotch was humiliatingly obvious. She pulled the garment on anyway. She donned her brass brazier then inserted her liquid waste recovery system. She winced as the opening in the fabric of her skinsuit dilated to allow the phallus shaped probe to penetrate her still tender vagina. It reminded her of her ordeal.

As she was preparing to exit her cabin, Dagny reconsidered her pistol. While she wasn’t willing to kill the Golem in retaliation nor risk trying to take him into custody, she feared him. However; she wasn’t eager to explain why she had armed herself either. Fortunately; the Golem along with all of the other inmates from Botany Bay would be engaging in extravehicular activities today. She’d be safe enough on the bridge inside the ship.

The EVA crew was already waiting for Dagny on the EVA deck. The weeks of training and practice had not been for naught. Everyone knew their business. Dagny checked their equipment anyway. She even checked the Golem’s. She resisted the temptation to subtly sabotage his life support systems even though no one would suspect. When her inspection was finished, the EVA crew strapped in. Today’s maneuvers were going to be somewhat erratic.

Judith accompanied Dagny to the bridge. The two women strapped in. Not for the first time, Dagny found herself appraising Judith. Although she was a bit zaftig, her breasts were even bigger than Dagny’s. Daryl had been contemplating wooing the recently widowed woman to join their dyad to form a triad. Dagny had eagerly encouraged the courtship until they met Delilah. Another somewhat younger, unattached man who had also been courting Judith married her. Dagny allowed the somewhat younger, far less educated woman to bring the fusion reactor on line. She needed the experience.

The tug had been boosting all day yesterday to match velocities and trajectories with the asteroid. While Dagny had enabled her copilot to manage that mundane task, she handled the final rendezvous herself. The asteroid had already fallen deep enough into the system that the heat from Eta Cassiopeia was melting and vaporizing the cryogenic ices on its surface. The icy asteroid had grown a tail, just like a comet. Technically; it was arguable that the asteroid was a comet. Comets were by definition on long period elliptical orbits if not hyperbolic orbits. The orbit of the asteroid met that criteria. Most comets were accurately described as snowballs with some embedded gravel. Although the asteroid was mostly rocks and boulders it was coated with a meters thick layer of ices.

The various cryogenic ices on the surface of the asteroid were already beginning to ablate as it grew near to Eta Cassiopeia. The asteroid was sporting a spectacular tail, just like a comet. Of course the resulting gases, mostly hydrogen and Helium with only traces of Oxygen and Nitrogen, were as yet far to tenuous to be dangerous. However; they obscured their vision which was disconcerting.

An anomaly further complicated rendezvous. The asteroid hadn’t been deep enough in the system long enough for the differential heating that resulted from stellar irradiation to gradually spin it up yet. However; the three-quarters of a kilometer diameter rock had acquired considerable angular momentum during the eons of its interstellar odyssey. The most plausible yet improbable explanation had been a collision between istanbul escort two asteroids somewhere and sometime during its interstellar odyssey. This theory had been confirmed over a year ago by the discovery that the primary asteroid actually had a much smaller secondary. Bagging and tagging the billion ton asteroid then docking with it wasn’t going to be quite so simple.

For a less adept pilot, the task of rendezvous might have been daunting because the asteroid was a binary. The orbital period was a bit more than one revolution every eleven hours. With an orbital radius of barely fourteen hundred meters, the icy secondary was almost within its Roche limit. It wasn’t quite on the verge of being torn apart by the tidal forces exerted by its far more massive primary. However; Dagny had recognized that the icy moonlet could be exploited. The primary asteroid was tidally locked to its smaller companion. As a result, all five of the Lagrangian points were synchronous with the primary asteroid’s rotation.

The hundred meter diameter moonlet had already been useful. Observing the orbit of the icy moonlet had enabled Dagny to calculate the mass and confirm the diameter, and thus calculate the density of the far more massive primary. With an average density of over five times that of water, it was obvious that the ices that had accreted on the surface concealed a core that was rich in heavier metallic elements. If the asteroid hadn’t been a binary, neither Dagny or the Oracle would have deduced that it was such a treasure trove. They would not have been willing to expend the resources to retrieve the marginally useful ices.

It was probably no coincidence that the axis of the orbit of the secondary asteroid was congruent with the primary asteroid’s axis of rotation. Dagny had deduced that the moonlet was a remnant of the collision that had imparted so much angular momentum to the primary asteroid. She’d also developed a plan to exploit the secondary to help her arrest the rotation of the primary.

Dagny intended to shamelessly exploit a phenomenon of celestial mechanics. She used attitude jets to nudge the tug into orbit around the asteroid at the Lagrangian Three point in opposition to the moon. Since the two bodies were tidally locked, the tug was in asteroid synchronous orbit. It would hover over the same location over the equator. The tug’s orbital radius from the asteroid was barely fourteen hundred meters, just like its natural moon. While the Lagrangian Four and Five points were stable, the L-Three point wasn’t. Occasional spurts from the attitude jets were needed to maintain position.

Dagny spoke to her crew over the radio. “Everyone. Get to work.” The dozen convicts from Botany Bay as well as Laurie, Stacy, Stella and Nancy to oversee them cycled through the airlock. Six of the convicts manned the micro-tugs that were docked to the main tug. The other six convicts unhooked the extensions of the hemispherical bag from the tug’s winch cables. The convicts then hooked each of the arms to one of the micro-tugs.

The outgassing from the two asteroids wasn’t really problematic. Neither light pressure or the stellar wind had had time to accelerate the gases and dust particles to significant velocities. However; the outgassing was disconcerting. It was like a thin fog that obscured vision. The fog also seemed ominous, almost spooky.

The micro-tugs were little more than a transparent, spherical control cabin attached to a compact, nuclear isomer powered rocket and associated reaction mass tanks. It was very similar in concept to the old NERVA, an early fission thermal propulsion systems that had first been developed during the middle twentieth century. Refinements of those systems had been critical to the early interplanetary colonization efforts of the twenty-first century. However; the nuclear isomer system didn’t generate any nasty neutrons much less radioactive fission products.

With their partners and supervisors standing by, the pilots of the tugs gently maneuvered to stretch out the six arms of the bag. The splayed out arms looked like the sections of an orange peel or early attempts to map the spherical Earth on flat paper. When fully splayed out, the arms were three kilometers across. The tugs then began to gently pull the bag towards the asteroid.

Practicing with gas pistols and thruster boots had taught the convicts well. However; it remained necessary for Dagny to instruct them on how to compensate for Coriolis effects. As they drew closer to the asteroid, the effects of orbital mechanics also reared their ugly head. The bag began to gently accelerate towards the asteroid while its orbital velocity gradually increased to conserve angular momentum. The micro tugs were needed to counteract both effects. They needed to coax the bag into a carefully orchestrated, low velocity, gentle collision. The Oracle remained silent as Dagny supervised her crew. She was grateful that the machine taksim bayan escort was so confident in her expertise.

Dagny’s crew operated with such precision that the central portion of the bag skidded barely a millimeter as it made first contact with the surface of the asteroid. The fabric of the envelope slowly fell to cover the nearest hemisphere. The pilots of the micro-tugs then maneuvered to wrap the splayed out arms of the bag around the prize. It was as if a six armed octopus was enveloping its prey. The other half dozen convicts moved adroitly to connect the main cables of the six arms to a central yoke. Six umbilicals for power and fluid transfer to and from the processor unit in the center of the bag were incorporated in the six extensions. These were also hooked up to the central yoke.

Dagny surveyed their handy work. She was once again reminded of how much the processor unit in the middle of the near hemisphere of the bag resembled the nipple on a woman’s breast. The function of the processor unit was similar. It was intended to extract gases, liquids, ices, dusts, sand and even gravel rather than mother’s milk from the asteroid. Boulders would have to be broken up before they could be processed.

Once the bag was secured around the asteroid, the six micro-tugs returned to the main tug. As they docked, probes were connected. Reaction mass was pumped into the micro-tugs to replenish their tanks.

While the micro-tugs were being replenished, the other six convicts working with and under the supervision of Laurie, Stacy, Stella and Nancy began to seal the edges of the six extensions together. The bag was a composite consisting of a hexagonal grid of Fullerene fiber cables that reinforced a polymer membrane that was less than a millimeter thick. A complex set of shackles that would have been familiar to any logger or sailor of the nineteenth century secured the main cables. The sections of the membranes were secured by mechanisms similar to a zipper. However; the zippers were over a kilometer long. The process was much like unpeeling an orange. The result was a teardrop shape a kilometer in diameter and one-and-a-half kilometers long.

Eventually; the Extra Vehicular Activity crew had returned to the tug. Aside from needing a break, they needed to replenish the reaction mass for their thruster boots. After everyone had cycled through the airlock and strapped in, Dagny maneuvered the tug to the Lagrangian-Two position on the far side of the asteroid just a few dozen meters outward from the surface of the secondary moonlet.

The EVA crew cycled through the airlock again. They hooked up the tugs to a second, much smaller bag. The crew repeated the process on this much more modest scale. The splayed out arms of the smaller bag were less than a kilometer across. The bagging process was repeated. The moonlet was soon secured within the second bag. This teardrop shaped bag was more than only somewhat oversized at two hundred meters in diameter and about three hundred meters long. The extra volume would serve a purpose.

The surfaces of the two asteroids were continuing to ablate as the were heated by Eta Cassiopeia. The bags around the asteroids now contained the gases. The fog abated as the already ablated gases were blown away by the stellar wind. The bags quickly inflated. However; the pressures and densities of the contained gases remained inconsequential. The processor units would soon begin to liquefy the gases and pump them up to the tug.

Dagny might have allowed her crew to return to the tug for some respite. However; she wanted to begin despinning the two asteroids as soon as possible so that she could take them under tow. She allowed her crew only half an hour to drink, sip food syrup and rest before she cracked the whip on them again.

The tug’s cargo included an enormous spool with a heavy tow cable along with umbilicals for power and fluid transfer that were over two dozen kilometers long. Six of the convicts maneuvered the spool into position at the top of the teardrop shaped containment bag for the minor moonlet. They then unreeled the tow cable and umbilicals from the spool until they could access the other ends. Those ends were pulled over to the top of the teardrop shaped containment bag that enveloped the primary asteroid. The inmates then secured a second, much shorter umbilical for power and fluid transfer between the tug and the processor of the containment bag for the secondary asteroid.

Dagny utilized attitude jets to carefully pull away from the secondary asteroid as she gradually reeled out a few hundred meters of umbilical as well as tow cables from the tug’s winches. The cables drew taunt. The tug was orbiting the primary asteroid at the same angular rate as the secondary asteroid. However; the gravitational pull at the greater distance was less. The tug’s orbital velocity was also greater. The tug was actually revolving around the primary asteroid at greater than orbital velocity. The tug was exerting force on the secondary asteroid. The tug began to gradually pull the secondary asteroid into a higher orbit. As the secondary asteroid was gradually pulled into a higher orbit, it to was effectively revolving around the primary at slightly greater than orbital velocity as well.

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Teresa Scalia: Barbara and Michelle Once Again

Roxanne Starr the redheaded strip club owner, in her continuing efforts to become a legitimate businessperson, had expanded her lingerie shop. Leaving the small Main Street storefront, she left the quaint shop behind and moved the business into a standalone building adjacent to a large shopping mall. With nearly quadruple the square footage in the new building, Roxanne’s lingerie venue could now rival even some of the larger retailers such as Victoria’s Secret. Many more displays, sample cases, and manikins filled the store. As well as double the number of dressing rooms. In the rear of the store there was a well-appointed employee lounge. Complete with sofas and easy chairs. Mindful of the ever-present shoplifters, Roxanne had installed a sophisticated security camera system. The monitors were in her office where she could easily keep track of things on the floor.

Perusing the inventory printouts on a late Wednesday afternoon, Roxanne took a break and looked up at the monitors just in time to see a most unexpected customer come through the door. Michelle Smithson had finished her workday as principal of the middle school and decided to check out the new womenswear store. Michelle had no clue that her former nemesis, Roxanne Starr, was the owner and proprietor. Smartly dressed in business attire, she was wearing a beige suit with white blouse, suntan colored stockings and brown heels. The skirt was at least 2 inches above the knee and sufficiently snug to leave no doubt of the voluptuousness of Michelle’s ass. She wore the coat portion of the suit unbuttoned which left no doubt to the bustiness of Ms. Smithson. In fact, it looked as though a few of the buttons of her blouse were straining to contain her chest. Michelle’s wavy, strawberry blonde hair was worn loosely just below her shoulders.

“Well, what do we have here?” Roxanne thought as she watched Michelle commence to browsing the store. Roxanne observed for a few minutes, switching from one camera to the other and using the remote to follow Michelle through the store. Not that she was concerned of Principal Smithson committing any pilfering, Roxanne just enjoyed watching her and reminiscing on their encounter some months past. Roxanne was so brazen; she even used the zoom function of one of the cameras to get a full-screen view of Michelle’s derrière. An admirer of the female form, Roxanne had fond memories of Michelle over her lap and giving that big butt some well-deserved spanks.

A good 10 minutes had passed, and Roxanne noticed on the video screen another of her former acquaintances entering the front door.

“Well hooray. Today must be my lucky day!” thought Roxanne as she observed the blonde suburban mother Barbara Anderson walk into the store. As Michelle had done, Barbara began casually browsing the merchandise. Of course, Barbara and Michelle did not notice each other given the large floor space of the store. Barbara was casually dressed in a powder blue T-shirt, knotted at the side and gray yoga pants. The yoga pants fit her more like a coat of paint than an article of clothing. Standing out were her very shapely legs and cute round bubble butt. And for the very observant, it could be noticed that there was the slightest hint of a VPL (visible panty line). Evidently today Barbara was not wearing a thong. The knot in the T-shirt supplied enough snugness to the fit that there was no doubt Barbara had a very respectable pair of breasts under that powder blue fabric. On her feet were a pair of white sneakers and her blonde hair was held back in a simple ponytail. Once again Roxanne began reminiscing. Her thoughts went back to the boxing ring when she stripped Barbara and aided Kathy Benson in Barbara’s debasement and punishment. Roxanne chuckled to herself at the memory.

Continuing her covert surveillance, Roxanne watched both women as they casually strolled through the store. After a couple minutes Roxanne observed that Michelle had frozen in her tracks and was staring in one direction. It was obvious Michelle had spotted Barbara. This went on for a couple minutes with Barbara none the wiser that she was being eyeballed by Michelle.

“You know, I might be able to have a little fun with this.” Roxanne schemed.

Leaving her office, Roxanne went out onto the store floor cautiously avoiding being seen by either Michelle or Barbara. She stopped about 10 feet behind Michelle and paused to make some observations. Michelle was following Barbara’s movements like a bird dog on a hot scent. Roxanne noticed how Michelle would shift her weight from one foot to the other every couple seconds. Her hips swaying slightly, and it appeared her thighs were rubbing together. Roxanne instantly knew what was going on in Michelle’s mind and decided to kickstart some events. And Roxanne’s instincts were right on target.

Looking at the very fit blonde housewife, Michelle was recalling their history. “Oh, Mrs. antalya escort Anderson. I’d love another crack at you, especially over my lap.” Michelle was also feeling a scratch she couldn’t itch, at least not in a public setting. The best she could do was rub her thighs together. Quietly walking up behind her, Roxanne placed her left hand on Michelle’s left shoulder and whispered into her ear.

“Hello Principal Smithson. So nice of you to visit my store. I see you’ve taken an interest in a particular blonde over there in the brassiere section.”

Michelle flinched at the touch of Roxanne’s hand on her shoulder. She looked to her right to see who it was. That question was answered when Roxanne began speaking.

“I believe you two know each other. Some very inappropriate goings-on at a school meeting? And I heard that Mrs. Anderson, over there, applied some corporal punishment. And you were the recipient. Pity she got her hands on you before I did, but then again, we did have our time together on Main Street. And with half the town watching as well.”

Roxanne paused her narration for a moment to let Michelle absorb what she had been told and to gauge her reaction. Michelle did indeed recall her incident with Roxanne. Stripped of her dress in public and down to her bra and panties, Michelle then was forced to endure the humiliation of a bare bottom spanking courtesy of Roxanne. With most of the town witnessing it. Michelle also remembered how she felt being dominated by the statuesque redhead. A humbling experience for the haughty principal to be sure, but an experience that uncovered some suppressed urges. Secretly Michelle had wished that her time with Roxanne had not ended with just a spanking. Just as she had wanted more from her time with Barbara. Which of course was not possible given the public setting of the Hoedown.

Roxanne then continued. “Maria gave me a full report on how you and Mrs. Anderson had a go at the Hoedown. As I understand it you certainly got the best of her and I think you both got some enjoyment out of it.”

Michelle was speechless and did not respond to Roxanne’s comments. Her mind was racing back to that time when Roxanne gave her a public spanking. And there was more than a little truth in the fact that when Michelle punished Barbara, Michelle was getting turned on.

“What are you getting at?” hissed Michelle. “What went on between that pushy blonde and I is none of your business.” Michelle was struggling to keep her voice in a whisper. Roxanne had hit some buttons. The main one being Michelle’s repressed thoughts concerning Barbara Anderson.

“Well my dear, although she’ll never admit to it, we both know that Mrs. Anderson longs to be dominated by a strong woman. And unless I miss my guess, there’s some smoldering unfinished business concerning that blonde within you. I’m just offering to give you a hand so to speak.”

With that Roxanne rested her right hand on Michelle’s waist. She slowly dropped her hand and worked it under the tail of Michelle’s suit coat. Finding her target of opportunity, Roxanne gave Michelle’s round butt cheek a firm squeeze.

Michelle jumped at Roxanne’s caress and quickly turned to face her directly. Already somewhat aroused, Roxanne’s suggestions fed the fire. Now that she was facing her, Roxanne made a quick visual appraisal of the busty school administrator.

“Well I’d say I call this one correctly.” Roxanne thought to herself when she saw Michelle’s gumdrop nipples straining against her bra and blouse. “She is horny as hell for that blonde.”

“What’s in this for you?” Michelle questioned.

“Oh, maybe a little entertainment.” Roxanne said quite flippantly. “And I’d like to see the goody-goody blonde taken down a few pegs. The question is are you woman enough?” Roxanne knew few equals in manipulation and Michelle Smithson was falling for all her skills.

Michelle turned to look across the store at Barbara. She took in the sight of Barbara’s skintight yoga pants leaving nothing to the imagination and what was under that powder blue T-shirt. She also began to imagine what it would be like to have the fit blonde mother over her lap once again, bare bottom up, receiving sharp smacks from her. And after the spanking, Michelle imagined things could go further. Michelle was making a mental tally. She was balancing risk versus reward. And the more she thought about what could potentially take place, the more aroused she became. Her building arousal caused her impulses to overrule her good judgment. Michelle convinced herself to take Roxanne up on her offer and assistance.

Sighing deeply she turned to face Roxanne “All right” Michelle said with a degree of determination. “Here, in your shop?”

“Of course. You need to take advantage of this opportunity. Give me a couple minutes to clear out the store and then you go ahead and get things started dearie. And leave the rest to me. When the konyaaltı escort time comes for privacy, I’ll take care of everything.” Roxanne said with a slight grin.

There were only two other customers in the store and Roxanne subtly ushered them out the door giving them a fabricated tale of closing early for inventory. The three retail clerks, working that day, were delighted to be informed that they had the rest of the afternoon off with pay. True to her word, other than our three ladies, the store was empty. All the while Barbara was oblivious to what was being set up. She had moved from the brassiere displays to the panty area. Michelle circled her like a lioness stalking an antelope. All the while concealing herself from Barbara’s view. Barbara was looking over the panty display as Michelle stealthily came up behind her. Getting a good look at Barbara’s ass, Michelle saw the panty lines under Barbara’s yoga pants and decided to use that as an opening. Barbara had picked up a pair of bikini panties to examine.

“You know Mrs. Anderson, if you’re going to flaunt yourself in these overly tight stretch pants the least you could do is check yourself before leaving the house. Visible panty lines, really how tacky.” Michelle taunted.

Barbara dropped the panties onto the table at the sound of Michelle’s voice, knowing exactly who was speaking. She turned to face Michelle and as she did she lightly brushed her bottom with her right hand. Her fingers did detect the raised hem of her panties under her pants.

“Principal Smithson, I don’t think my choice of attire is any of your business.” Barbara countered.

“Perhaps not, but I couldn’t help myself. And that T-shirt you’re wearing knotted at the waist. Are you trying to look like a teenager? Maybe you’re trying to snag one of your son’s friends?” Michelle answered with another insult.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t know what your problem is but I’m not listening to anymore of your cheap insults. And if I were you I wouldn’t talk too much. As I recall most of the middle school football team has seen you in your underwear.”

“And most of the town saw your oil covered bottom paddled by a stripper, of all people. Which reminds me Barbara, what really went on that day on the beach when Teresa and I surprised you? Those two girls were leaving on the jet skis and you appeared to be adjusting your bikini bottoms. And I also recall your ass was quite red and it wasn’t from the sun.”

Barbara didn’t have a quick come back for Michelle’s latest taunt. Her reference to that day on the beach when Barbara had her intense interlude with Jenna gave her pause. Barbara had endured a spanking from Kathy Benson with Jenna Myers assisting but also being sympathetic to the blonde spankee. And afterwards a torrid lovemaking session with the caramel skinned dancer.

“Although I wasn’t there, I’ve been told you showed some serious arousal when that stripper was tanning your bottom. Do you two have a history, Barb?” Michelle continued her taunting.

Barbara bit her lip in anxiety. Not because Michelle’s comments were particularly vehement, but because they were accurate. Barbara scanned the store to see if there were other customers, or more importantly, did Michelle have someone there to help her. Seeing no one else in the store and feeling vulnerable, Barbara made the decision to mount a strategic retreat.

“I’m not listening anymore of this. Goodbye.” Barbara said with finality. She then turned to walk to the exit of the store.

“Not just yet Mrs. Anderson.” Michelle said as she quickly snatched a grip on the knot of Barbara’s T-shirt, halting Barbara’s forward progress, Michelle pulled her back towards her. Stumbling backwards towards Michelle, Barbara turned to face her.

“What do you think you’re doing! Let go of me.” Barbara grabbed Michelle’s wrist and tried to get free. Michelle was determined to maintain her hold and Barbara was having no success in breaking it. Barbara began forcefully backing away. Michelle saw an opportunity in this. Her right hand grasping Barbara’s T-shirt, Michelle put her left hand behind Barbara’s head and grabbed her ponytail. Barbara took her free hand and grabbed Michelle’s other wrist. Barbara found herself looking at the floor bent at the waist. Now that she had Barbara in position, Michelle completed her plan. Pulling backward on the knot, Barbara’s T-shirt quickly peeled off over her head and shoulders and down her arms. Feeling her exposure Barbara released Michelle’s wrists. With a bit of a flourish, Michelle yanked the T-shirt completely off and tossed it over her shoulder. Barbara stumbled back a few steps and looked down at herself. Her very perky rack, enclosed in a pink lace bra, was on display. At first Barbara tried to cover herself. Then she had to endure another verbal jab from Michelle.

“Ooopsy daisy Barbie. Did you lose something?” Michelle alanya escort was not about to let an opportunity go by without tossing a verbal barb. But the sight of Barbara sans T-shirt was not lost on Ms. Smithson. The nicely filled out pink bra drew Michelle’s attention. However, she would not have long to enjoy the sight.

“Oh you bitch!” Barbara exclaimed and then charged at Michelle. Michelle thought she was ready, but Barbara made an unexpected move. Instead of trying to deliver slaps or grabbing a handful of hair, Barbara came in low wrapping her arms around Michelle’s waist. Barbara’s hands were busy looking for something to grip on Michelle’s clothing. Finding nothing but the smooth fabric of Michelle’s suit coat, both of Barbara’s hands traveled below Michelle’s waist and over her butt. Barbara made a couple of futile efforts at scratching the well-rounded cheeks of the principal. Realizing that Michelle’s clothing was protecting her from the scratches, Barbara moved her hands lower and discovered the hem of Michelle’s skirt. With a couple forceful tugs, Barbara yanked the tight skirt up and over Michelle’s big butt, all the way up to her waist. Quickly taking advantage, Barbara did her best to claw the exposed derrière. Michelle’s dark rose colored thong offered little protection.

“Ow, ow, God dammit!” Michelle screamed as Barbara went to work on her ass. Michelle knew she had to launch a quick counterattack. With Barbara bent over in front of her, Michelle spotted her objective. With a quick motion she slipped her right hand down the middle of Barbara’s bare back and plunged her hand down the back of her stretch pants. Michelle’s fingers quickly found the waistband of Barbara’s panties. Getting a good grip on the fabric, Michelle pulled back with all her strength. The panties stretched and stretched until the pink silk fabric and elastic waistband was nearly to the middle of Barbara’s back. Barbara screamed in pain as the wedgy dug into her nether regions. Michelle’s left hand joined her right gripping Barbara’s panties. Conceding to the painful wedgy, Barbara ceased the assault on Michelle’s ass and made a concerted effort to escape. Barbara stood straight up and was face to face with Michelle. Michelle kept her grip on Barbara’s panties continuing to apply the pressure and pulling Barbara chest to chest. Barbara had to take the offensive and went after Michelle’s blouse. With both hands occupied with Barbara’s panties, Michelle could do nothing to defend herself. Buttons flew through the air as Barbara ripped open Michelle’s white blouse. Michelle’s matching rose colored lace bra made its debut. With Michelle’s blouse open, Barbara went after the principal’s bra with intentions of revealing what that bra was containing. Her hands slipped under the blouse and cupped each lace covered breast. Fingertips frantically searching for the edge of the bra cup. Michelle was not about to let Barbara get the advantage. She released the wedgy and made a grab for Barbara’s ponytail. Securing Barbara’s hair in a firm grasp, Michelle yanked Barbara’s head back. Barbara’s hands swiftly departed Michelle’s boobs and grabbed her wrists trying to relieve the pressure on her hair.

Meanwhile, while the middle school principal and the soccer mom were engaged in their battle, Roxanne had been busy. First off she made sure that her security system was recording HD video, complete with sound, of all that was going on. Then she went to the front of the store and unlocked the entrance. A nearby women’s apparel store was having a sidewalk sale. Roxanne casually walked over to the outdoor displays and subtly announced that the middle school principal and a well-known local mother were having a dustup in her store. The history of these two women was well-known and some of the ladies at the sidewalk sale were witnesses to Roxanne and Barbara’s past encounters.

“Oh I’m not gonna miss this.” One woman said to another. “Come on let’s go!”

Word spread rapidly through the crowd and at least 20 of the shoppers followed Roxanne over to the lingerie shop. Roxanne cautioned all the ladies to be quiet so as not to disturb the combatants. She then let the group enter. The ladies were treated to the sight of Roxanne, whose skirt was pulled up to her waist exposing her rose lace thong and suntan colored pull-up stockings. Her suit coat was pulled back and her blouse was wide open. Roxanne’s expansive bust, contained in a matching rose lace bra, was fully visible. She had both hands on Barbara’s ponytail. Barbara’s hands were busily engaged holding onto Michelle’s wrists and trying to relieve the pull on her hair. Stripped to the waist, Barbara’s pink bra and matching panties were seen. Her panties, of course were at an unnatural position. This did not go unnoticed by the spectators.

One woman commented to her companion with a chuckle “Well my goodness! It seems Barbara Anderson has taken 80s style high waisted panties to new heights.” The other ladies who were in close proximity laughed in agreement. It didn’t take long for the cell phones to appear with personal still photos and video recorded for posterity.

As their struggles continued, the girls were circling in their position. The crowd was afforded a view of Michelle’s exposed derrière.

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by Alonzo14 (as his alter ego Liz)

In retrospect I think that I was always attracted to women. In high school I always thought the cheerleaders were kind of cute and even a little sexy in those outfits, shaking their pom-poms and turning cartwheels. And I enjoyed looking through my boyfriend’s Playboy. I thought that I just enjoyed looking at beautiful things, including women, but I now realize that I was attracted to them sexually.

When I met Steve, he and I hit it off right away in bed. He knew what to do to get me off and was very good at it. After about two years of marriage, however, I had come to think that something was missing from our sex life. I still enjoyed making love with him, and he continued to bring me to terrific orgasms, but I was haunted by the thought that there should be something more.

Linda was a girl in my office who was about 10 years younger than me. She and I seemed to hit it off and soon we were having lunch together almost everyday. Sometimes when Steve was busy with the boys or off on a business trip, she and I would get together and go to a movie. I enjoyed Linda’s company. She was quite attractive, and as I look back on it now, she was quite attentive to me, touching my arm for emphasis while chatting, giving me a hello hug that lasted just an instant too long, bringing me little trinkets. I really didn’t think anything of it, though.

Well, recently Steve and I got a hot tub which we put in our enclosed porch at the back of our house. I told Linda how Steve and I broke it in by making love in it the first time when used it. She said that she had never been in a hot tub and I told her that she should come over some time to try it out.

A couple of weeks later Steve was away on a business trip. I asked Linda if she wanted to come over for dinner and that bagdat caddesi escort we could rent a movie or something. She said that that would be fine, but wanted to know if she could try out the hot tub instead. I told her that that would nice.

Linda arrived with a bottle of wine. She was always so thoughtful.

We had a wonderful little dinner and pretty much polished off the bottle as we chatted. Linda seemed in an especially good mood and her smile made me feel good (although I’m sure that the wine didn’t hurt either).

With a gleem in her eye, she asked if we could try out the tub. I told her that she could change into her suit in the guest bathroom while I changed into mine in the bedroom.

“Suit?” she said wickedly. “I didn’t bring one. Aren’t you supposed to use a hot tub naked?”

I was a little surprised at her comment because I was expecting that we would be using swim suits, but I laughed and replied that that was, in fact, the usual dress for its use.

She went into the bathroom and I quickly undressed, put on my robe, made my way to the tub and got it bubbling. I climbed into the tub and let the hot water caress me.

I was a little taken aback when Linda arrived a few minutes later with a white towell wrapped around her.

“Well, here I am, ready or not!” she giggled. And then she removed her towell.

My breath was taken away at her youthful beauty as she climbed into the tub with me. I was a little embarrassed because I felt my nipples stiffen as she laid back to enjoy the water. I hoped that she hadn’t noticed my reaction to her nakedness.

Sitting opposite of each other, we chatted some, and giggled a lot, just like two school girls. Sometimes our toes touched and I think I let out a quiet gasp nisantasi escort each time this happened.

What was going on inside me? I thought to myself.

Linda began moving closer and closer to me in the tub until we were sitting right next to each other, her shoulder touching mine. She was captivating. Her face angelic. Her smile melting me more than the hot water was.

Without warning she leaned over and kissed me. Not a little girlfriend kiss, but a deep and passionate kiss!

My first reaction was shock, but the taste of her lips on mine soon began to send shivers through me, even though I was sitting in hot water. When she finally broke the kiss off and leaned back away from me, she had such a satisfied look on her face, such an impish look that I leaned forward and kissed her. Not a passionate kiss. Just a sweet little peck on the cheek.

Feeling a little sheepish at what had just occurred, I raised myself up out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub and began drying myself off with a towell. Linda moved over toward me and positioned herself in front of me. She looked up at me as she slowly pushed my knees apart.

I was frozen. I knew what was coming. My heart started to pound. My nipples stiffened. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Linda kept pushing my legs apart, all the while looking into my eyes. Finally, my pussy was fully exposed to her. Her eyes moved from my eyes to my pussy and she pushed forward until her tongue touched my clit. The electricity of that touch sent shock waves through my body. Her arms reached out along the outside of my thighs and her hands grabbed my butt. Now her tongue was darting inside me!! Oh, my god! What is going on? The ecstacy of her mouth on my now throbbing pussy was too much to bear. I stifled ataköy escort a scream as the first wave of orgasm washed over me. But Linda didn’t stop there. Her tongue moved expertly in and around my wet pussy, exploring every crease and fold. I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me. Soon I was gasping from my second orgasm!

Steve was good at eating my pussy, but he was nothing compared to Linda. She seemed to know exactly what would send me through the roof. Before she was done I had come four or five times! By now, I was laying back on the ledge around the tub, my heart pounding, my breasts heaving, my pussy dripping.

Looking at her, I saw her mouth and chin damp from my juices and the sight turned me on like never before. I got up and kissed her deeply, tasting my own cum on her lips. I knew at that moment that I had to have her! Pulling her up to me we embraced and I whispered to her that I wanted her to show me how to please her.

The two of us got out of the tub, quickly dried off and made our way to my bedroom where Linda showed me what to do. Oh, my god, her pussy was so sweet. I loved everything about it. The taste, the feel, the smell. How may caresses and kisses made it get so wet that her juices flowed out of her like a river.

Linda and I spent the rest of the evening holding each other. We fondled each others breasts and suckled them gently. Our legs would intertwine, and our pussies would touch, sending more intense sensatons through me. I explored every inch of Linda’s body and she explored mine. I can’t even begin to recount the number of times we each climaxed. I know that this was the piece that was missing from my sex life. This wonderful woman had opened Pandora’s box for me and I couldn’t get enough. And Linda was there to show me. We made sweet gentle love. We had rough sweaty sex. We used our tongues and fingers and even toes to bring each other pleasure.

From that point forward, Linda and I used every excuse to get together. I still love Steve and I still love sex with him, but Linda has given me that extra something that was missing, that special feminine touch.

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So you know a little about me, I always did the boy thing until college. Before then and growing up, I thought girls were attractive but it was more about wanting to have their clothes and cute style. I never thought of them other than as friends. In high school, I dated guys and they swarmed all over me like bees. That’s when I realized guys operate on a totally different emotional level than girls. There was very little emotional bonding. If they kissed, it was because they just wanted sex. Sex was fast and furious. There was hardly any foreplay, it didn’t last very long and after they came, they’d roll over and go to sleep or get up and leave. For them, the thrill was gone, while for me I was just getting warmed up. That didn’t seem to bother them, they’d had their orgasm and that’s all they were interested in. When it came to oral sex, that’s where the double standard was most evident. I often dreamed about having someone’s tongue and lips down there, kissing and licking my pussy until I had a screaming orgasm. In these dreams, I couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman doing the licking. Looking back, I now think it was a woman because of the long, flowing hair and feeling its softness against my inner thighs as I looked down and saw myself being licked. But back to my story….”

With my female lovers, it’s totally different. Girls are in tune with each other emotionally. We’re have soft skin, smell nicer and are much more romantic and caring than guys We love to kiss, cuddle and touch for hours, have many orgasms, then kiss and cuddle afterwards. We also like to dress up in sexy lingerie, in a comfortable bed, with candles burning and soft music in the background. Kimiko, my first female lover, introduced me to the wonderful world of women and she changed my life forever.

Kimiko was a visiting student from Japan, and we met at the student orientation for business majors right as college started. She was a stunning Asian girl from Japan, with a cute accent, long black hair, beautiful face, piercing black eyes and an incredible smile. All the guys wanted her, (and me, avrupa yakası escort for that matter) but I ended up winning her heart, and she won mine as well. It was an intense relationship, the best I ever had, and I’ll always love her. Things began quite innocently – fellow business students, just starting college. In the first couple months, we became fast friends, seeing each other from the time we met in the student cafeteria for morning coffee until late at night, studying together in the library.

The second month into the semester, there was an overnight field trip to visit the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and we both decided to go. On the ride down in the rented bus, we sat together, talking and laughing about everything under the sun. I had grown to really like Kimiko. Besides being very attractive, she was smart, quick and funny – just the kind of girl you’d do anything for. After we toured the Aquarium, the bus drove our group to a small restaurant across from the motel where we’d be spending the night. The meal was pretty good, and afterwards, everyone headed to the motel for the night.

It just happened Kimiko’s room and mine were right next to each other. Even better, we found there was an inside connecting door between our rooms. Kimiko invited me to come into her room through the connecting door after I settled in and showered, so we could watch some TV together. It sounded like a good idea to me, so I took a shower, and brushed my teeth. I thought about changing into my nightie, but decided to go over in my day clothes. I knocked on the connecting door, and Kimiko opened it, smiled, and asked me to come in. She’d just finished her shower, had on a silk Japanese bathrobe and was wearing her Asian slippers. As she walked around her room, I remember thinking how cute her small feet were, and admired her petite features. I was a little jealous, and thought whatever guy snags Kimiko will be fortunate indeed.

We both sat on her bed, watching TV, but somehow I couldn’t keep myself focused. Kimiko’s body lying next to anadolu yakası escort me caused my heart to beat like a drum. Even worse, I felt myself getting wet. We’d never been this alone and close together before, like we were now in the motel room on Kimiko’s bed. Instead of looking at the TV, I kept glancing at her cute feet and felt a hot tingle of excitement begin deep inside me. Oh no, I thought, this can’t be happening, not to me, not here.

Suddenly, I found myself daydreaming of kissing her cute feet, and sucking on each toe, one by one. Then, just like a TV channel, my mind switched and said “what’s wrong with you Amy?” Just as quickly, I switched back to thinking about her cute feet, and me kissing them and sucking on her toes. Just the thought of even doing this made my nipples harden. I had to do something, anything. Maybe I should tell Kimiko I felt sick and go back to my room? Another part of my mind, the bad part, said “no Amy, lean over and kiss her feet.” I was on the horns of a dilemma and didn’t know what to do.

Finally, I worked up the nerve to tell Kimiko how beautiful her feet were. She smiled, bowed slightly and said “thank you” in Japanese. When I glanced at Kimiko, I noticed she was looking at me with an intense, almost hypnotic look in her sparkling eyes.

“Is everything ok, Kimiko?” I asked her, feeling my wetness building up and now soaking my panties. I pressed my legs tightly together, and felt pounding in my temples. It took a few moments for Kimiko to reply, it seemed she was thinking something over in her mind.

Finally, she said, “I’m very hungry, Amy,” in her soft, cute Japanese accent.

“But, we just finished eating,” I pointed out.

“No, it’s not for food Amy,” she answered, staring down at the bed sheets.

“Then what?” I asked, noticing my forehead and hands were beginning to sweat, like I was nervous taking a test.

“I like you Amy, I like you so much, . . . can I please give you a kiss?” she asked softly, as her hand caressed the side of my head, etiler escort stopping at my shoulder.

My mind changed channels again. “I don’t know, Kimiko,” I replied nervously, “we’re both girls, and isn’t it wrong”?

“Not if we both like each other,” she answered, “do you like me Amy?” She moved her head a little closer and stared at me intently, her dark eyes looking deeply into mine.

I felt myself blush, and my pussy was throbbing. I glanced lovingly at her, opened my lips to say something, but couldn’t speak. Both channels in my mind were now frozen and I was completely under her spell. Seeing my parted lips, she slipped her arm around me and gently moved her beautiful face towards mine. I went with the flow and stared into her dark, exciting eyes.

Slowly, our lips met and we kissed. She began slowly, just brushing my lips with her own, backing off, then repeating the contact, several times. Each touch became a little bit less tentative and a bit firmer. While she did this, Kimiko also softly caressed my neck and ears. She’d occasionally break her kiss to nuzzle the same areas with her lips, planting a series of light kisses on my neck and ears, then always returning to my lips. Soon we were kissing deeply.

I felt her tongue lightly pressing at my lips, trying to enter my mouth. I automatically opened up, accepting entry and our tongues immediately sought each other out, rubbing against one another. We took turns sucking on each other’s tongues and lips, followed by more kisses and exploring the depths of our mouths. She caressed my breasts as we kissed, driving my excitement and making my nipples harden even more. I massaged her small breasts in return. This excited her as well, her little nipples hardened and soon we were both kissing passionately and moaning. I’d never felt anything as exciting and stimulating.

After twenty minutes or so had passed, she broke our embrace, put her lips to my ear and whispered “Go to your room, undress and come back to me.” She kissed and nuzzled my ear and neck, whispering again “…hurry Amy!” My body was on auto pilot. I stood up, feeling dizzy and light headed, and went through the connecting door into my room. I felt my heart pounding and palms sweating. I quickly undressed and noticed my panties were soaked. I took them off, washed up, put on my nightie, and was ready to return as requested.

(end of Chapter 1)

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When Denise got to bed, she couldn’t help but feel sexy. tonight had been so crazy! She’d been to a sorority party on the college campus that night, and she’d had quite a bit to drink. She’d also seen some of the sexiest guys and girls in town, and it was doing things to her. Courtney had been at the party with her, and they had both been pretty turned on by the goings on. Guys and girls making out left and right. Girls and girls making out in quiet dark corners. Noticing that her roommate wasn’t around, Denise slipped her hand down her belly and did a little work on herself as she drifted off to sleep.

Denise woke up the next morning, still feeling tingles of desire. She was supposed to meet Courtney at her dorm room to go work out. When Denise got to Courtney’s room, Courtney wasn’t there. Erika, Courtney’s roomate, told Denise that Courtney was out at breakfast, and that she’d be back in about a half hour or so. Denise sat on Courtney’s bed and kinda minded her own business as Erika stripped down and got dressed right in front of her. Erika was a HOT little piece, and Denise had had MANY fantasies about her, but Erika’s boyfriend Steve might not approve of Denise raping his woman in her own dorm room.

Finally, Erika left. Denise sighed a huge sigh of relief and fell back onto Courtney’s pillow. She turned on her side, and that’s when she noticed the smell. She sniffed around the bed and pillow trying to pinpoint it. Then she suddenly did. She sniffed the end of Courtney’s pillow and it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was the strong smell of pussy. Denise was a little shocked at first, but then it gradually changed to arousal. She knew why it smelled. Courtney was a pillow-humper! They had talked about masturbation, and Courtney had denied doing it. Denise had been pretty open, and admitted to doing it at least once a day. Well it suddenly looked tuzla escort like Courtney was a dirty girl after all. Denise sniffed the pillow again and again. She imagined Courtney, sweating and panting, squatting down on the pillow and pumping herself on it until she got off. Whew! What an image! Denise started writhing on the bed, practically cumming from the smell of Courtney’s naughty little ass on the pillow. Then she heard the key in the lock, and quickly composed herself.

“Hey Denise!” Courtney said as she bopped happily into the room. Denise sat quietly on the bed with a huge grin. “What’s your big secret, you Cheshire cat?” Courtney joked.

“My secret?” Denise oozed, “What’s YOUR secret, you naughty thing?” Denise held the pillow to her face and sniffed again.

Courtney turned an unbelievable shade of red, and started stammering… “I… It must be Erika… I don’t…”

“Yes you do!” Denise interjected, “And I think it’s great, babe… you don’t have to be ashamed!”

“Oh my God…” Courtney sobbed, on the verge of tears, “I can’t believe this… I feel so nasty!”

“Well don’t.” Denise cooed. “I think it’s great that this came out in the open. And besides…” Denise sniffed the pillow once more… “Your ass smells GOOD, girl!”

Courtney hid her face behind her hands, shaking in embarrassment. “Oh shit… oh shit…” she kept repeating it.

Denise knew she had to do something. Courtney would never open up to her again if she didn’t. She undid the buttons on her jeans, and slipped a hand inside… she was still gooey from this whole experience. “Look, babe… I do it too… you know I do!” Denise started working her hand in tight little circles, and leaned back, sighing.

Courtney looked up to see her friend masturbating wildly in front of her. She giggled a little, and smiled. pendik escort Denise put on quite a show for her… exaggerating her movements, and humping her ass wildly in the air, all the while cussing up a storm and moaning like a porn starlet. It was a pretty risky move. Courtney and her had talked about sex plenty, but had never really experienced anything sexual together. But Courtney couldn’t keep her eyes off her friend’s nasty little performance. Denise worked it for about another 4 minutes, and them came hard.

“Good lord, girlie!” smiled Courtney, “You do know what you’re doin’, don’t you?”

“Yes I do!” replied Denise as she buttoned up her jeans, “So do you feel a little better now?”

“Yeah I do.” Courtney admitted, “I guess we both do it a little different.”

“Why don’t you show me what you do, cutie?” Denise teased. She didn’t expect Courtney to agree, really, she just meant it as a joke.”

“Umm… okay… I’ll do it!” Courtney mumbled.

“Oh!” exclaimed Denise, “Oh Court, you don’t have to… I was just joking…”

“No I don’t mind… watching you do that kinda got me goin’ anyway… so do you wanna watch?” Courtney asked.

“Oh hell yes!” Denise blurted out.

“Okay… I usually do it naked, but I’m a little embarrassed… do you mind if I…” Courtney giggled.

“Oh hey… you don’t have to do it bare-ass naked if ya don’t want to.” Denise replied. Denise figured Courtney would just do it right there with her shorts on. Needless to say, she was shocked as Courtney unzipped her shorts and slid them down, showing a pair of baby-blue satin panties. “Nice undies!” Denise smiled.

“Ohh thanks…” Courtney blushed, “Okay here goes…” Courtney sauntered over to her bed, and layed her pillow longways on it. Then she straddled it, and bunched it tightly between her maltepe escort legs. She giggled lightheadedly, and then suddenly closed her eyes and moaned.

Denise looked down and saw Courtney grinding her ass in slow circles, rubbing her pussy softly and sensually on the pillow. Denise was stunned. What a sexy sight! And Courtney wasn’t acting! She kept working it on the pillow, and started moaning more and more loudly. Denise moved a little so she could see Courtney’s perfect little ass clenching with each hot little thrust. She did look good doing this. Courtney suddenly grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them tight against her crotch as she started humping back and forth faster. Denise couldn’t take her eyes off of Courtney’s perfect butt working back and forth on that lucky little pillow. Courtney suddenly hunched over, went silent and shuddered for about 10 seconds, then fell silent.

“Oh! Did you just do what I think you did?” Denise teased, “Did you cum?”

“Yesss…” Courtney hissed into her pillow. She was obviously a little ashamed of what she had just done in front of her friend.

“Well that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Denise confessed. She wasn’t kidding. She patted Courtney on the butt jokingly. When she did, she felt her pussy melt. Oh God, there it was again. She knew that she and Courtney would probably end up doing it together soon… especially after this.

Courtney recovered from her embarrassment, giggled with Denise, and then ran off to the bathroom to clean up. When she left, Denise couldn’t resist checking out what Courtney had left on the pillow. Sure enough, a nice gooey wet spot. Denise played with it a little, and bent down to have a little sniff. Oh God… she felt faint after smelling Courtney’s fresh cum. She wiped the pillow off with a kleenex, and stuffed the kleenex in her purse. Courtney came back in, and the 2 friends left for the health club.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Denise joked with Courtney about what they had done, and Courtney joked back. It seemed that she didn’t feel too bad about what they had done, and Denise was thrilled.

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This story is for mature adults. It is also for all different types of people. Enjoy!

This is the story of my eighteenth birthday.

Hi, my name is Keri, I am 20 years old and I have black hair (with streaks of blond and auburn) and baby blue eyes. I wear a 36DD, size 12 in jeans and little tops (as long as the top fits over the tits and hits below them).

I know that makes me sound like some little whore, but honestly I am not. Actually up until my eighteenth birthday, I was a virgin. And I can imagine what is going through your mind right now; probably something along the lines of “Yeah Right” or “If she was a virgin and dressing like that and a rack like that then she has to be uglier than hell”. Am I right?

It’s true though. You see I had the incentive to keep my virginity. My grandmother made me a deal around the time that I started filling out in the chest (I was about 13). She told me that if I would promise stay a virgin until my eighteenth birthday, she would help put me through college and give me enough money to go on a trip for two weeks on my eighteenth birthday. My parents agreed with her, and so I made the deal. I mean at that age, boys weren’t all that important.

Well after I turned 15, things changed. I started noticing boys. My grandmother noticed, and she told me that since I was older that she would require proof every year that I was a virgin. I asked how she was going to get the proof, and all she said was ‘gynecologist’. And so I agreed to a check up and went every year and I stayed a virgin. I mean I kissed a couple of boy but that was as far as I would go. My last check up was on my birthday. I was a virgin. So I got a check for 2500 dollars from her. And a new car from my parents.

I was eighteen, had money, a car and a month away from my parents. So about seven thirty the night of my birthday my friend Alana and I were packed and on the road. I had rented a cabin by a lake in the mountains for one month, and had already taken most of the food stuff up there and gotten the beds made up. So that meant all that we had to take was clothes and anything else we needed.

Once there, we unpacked the car and went inside to put things away. But once we got inside, the only thing we did was find us something to sleep in. We both had our own room but there was only one bathroom, which was huge. I swear the tub its self was big enough to be a Jacuzzi, and I couldn’t wait to try it out. We met each other in the bathroom, evidentially both of us having the same idea.

“Bath?” I asked her.

“God yes. Look at that thing, it is almost big enough to swim in!” she replied.

“Well, hell, that was my idea too.” I smiled, cause we always thought alike and it tickled me to know it.

“Want to share??” she asked.

“Share?” I was confused. Was she actually suggesting that we take a bath together?

“Yeah share. I mean why not? We have seen each other naked many times, so why not share a bath? Especially one as big as that?” she was looking at the bathtub as she was

talking so I couldn’t see her face.

“Sure. That is fine with me,” I told her. She was right, we had seen each other nişantaşı escort naked many times.

“Good,” she said. “With or without bubbles?”

“With bubbles definitely.” I laughed. “A relaxing bath is not relaxing without bubbles”

“Don’t I know it.” She looked at me about that time and there was a huge grin on her face.

Well she fixed the water and I tested it to make sure I liked the temperature, which was just fine to me. As we undressed I noticed a lot about her body that I hadn’t noticed before. Like she had a really nice ass and these nice round tits that weren’t all that big but big enough for her. And then she turned toward me. She shaved her puss. I just stared until I realized what I was doing. I glanced at her face and realized that she was giving me a once over too. I turned around, so she could see my ass. Fair is fair, I thought to myself. I waited a few seconds and turned toward the bathtub, and got in. She followed.

We were both leaning back and relaxing, when I felt something brush against the inside of my right thigh. I waited to see if I felt it again and when I didn’t I thought that maybe I had just imagined it. I had my head laid back against the rail of the tub thinking about shaving my pussy since I had liked how hers looked, when I felt something hit my pussy lips. This time I looked up. Alana was laying back like I had been but she had this big grin on her face.

“Alana?” I said.

“Yeah?” she raised her head as she answered and looked me in the eye. She had this mischievous look in her eyes.

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

“You know,” she started before I could even think of something. “You should shave your pussy. I do and I love it.”

“Do you think? I mean I had heard of people doing it, had even thought about doing it once, but I was afraid to do it myself.” I was sitting straight up and so was she.

“I’ll help,” she said.

“OK then I will do it.” I told her after a little bit of hesitation.

“First thing we need to do is trim you some. But I think we should wax you, cause shaving can irritate your skin.” She was looking at my tits when she was talking although I don’t think she realized it. And to my total disbelief my pussy started tingling and my nipples got hard.

“I don’t have any wax to use on my puss. All I brought was for my legs.” I told her, watching as she set up.

“I have some. Come on,” she said as stood up. “We will leave the water until we finish.”

“OK,” was all I could get out cause I was watching her get out and I got a better glimpse of her pussy. I felt my pussy start tingling a little worse.

“Well come on.” She said as she started toward the door.

I got up to follow her and was right behind her as she stopped at the door to her room. She was looking at her bed and then she turned toward my room, and looked in at my bed.

“Your bed’s bigger. Grab a towel and spread it out on the bed then lay on it,” she said as she turned back to her room. “I’ll get the stuff and come in here with you.”

So I did as I was asked to do. I was laying on the bed with no clothes atakoy eskort on, waiting on one of my oldest friends to come and shave my pussy. Ironic considering that I had always thought that the first time someone besides a doctor would get between my legs, it would be a guy. But it was going to be a girl, and one that was making me feel all wet between the legs just by thinking about what was going to happen. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t here Alana come back in the room, so when I felt her hand on my thigh I naturally jumped.

“Well, are you ready for this?” she asked me.

“Sure,” I looked her in the eyes and saw something that surprised me. Lust. Which is probably what she saw in mine. Now I know I was a virgin but I never said I was a saint. I know when someone looks at me with lust in their eyes.

I watched as she picked up the trimmers, and turned them on. I slowly opened my legs and she looked down, slowly bringing them closer. I felt so hot just thinking about Alana touching me. And oh my let me tell you once the trimmers hit my skin, I almost leaped off of the bed, the vibration felt so good. I looked up at Alana to see if she had noticed and but she was looking at my pussy, licking her lips.

I started moving my hips and she smiled even more. She kept trimming the hairs on my pussy, but she brought her other hand up to my pussy and I felt her part my lips, then I felt the slightest touch against my clit. I moaned, spreading my legs even more and she kept rubbing and I started feeling as if I was losing my breath. That is when I realized that I was in the beginning of my very first orgasm.

I was feeling so good, I didn’t realize that Alana had turned off the clippers. I opened up my eyes when I realized there was no more buzzing, and her fingers were just lying on my pussy.

“Bath,” she said as she got up, and started out the door.

So I got up and followed. By the time I got in the bathroom, Alana was already in the tub. I walked over and climbed in, but instead of sitting down I walked over to where Alana had sat and sit down beside her. I was unsure of what I was going to do until I looked at her.

I put my hand on her knee and stared sliding it up and down each time getting closer to her puss. She looked at me and I slowly leaned toward her until our mouths touched. We started kissing and I felt her tongue against my lips so I opened them for her. I slid my hands to the inside of her thighs and slowly started rubbing her clit, stroking down to the opening of her puss, and back again. She started to squirm so I ended the kiss, and started kissing her neck, then I went down to her breast. And oh my let me tell you, the minute I put my lips on her tit, she started cumming. I swirled my tongue around her nipple and sucked gently. I stopped sucking long enough to look at her face, and again there was this grin on her face and lust in her eyes.

All of a sudden she jerked away and stood up. “Bed.” was all she got out.

We both ran to my room, and as soon as we hit the bed we were kissing and touching, She pushed me back and trailed kisses from my mouth to my ümraniye escort throat, stopping at my titties to play with my nipples. She did not linger long; instead she brought her hands to my breast, gently squeezing the nipples. She continued to rain kisses down my stomach, until she reached my pussy. She brought her right hand down to spread my pussy lips and once she did that, she kissed my clit. She then started to flick her tongue over my clit sweeping down to hit my pussy hole.

Then she stood up and got the wax. She spread it over the top of my pussy, put the strip over the wax, and smoothed it.

“This may hurt,” she told me, and grasped the edge of the paper and jerked it. I screamed, but not in pain. I climaxed. She continued to wax me until all the hair was removed.

She put everything away, and lay beside me. We began kissing and stroking each other. All of the sensations that I was feeling was all so new to me, and I was moaning and groaning so much, climbing higher and higher, until I knew that I was about to die.

Just as I thought that I could not take anymore, I felt her take a deep breath and stick her finger as far inside me as she could, going in and out as fast as she could. I started thrusting my hips against her hand. She took her finger out and started rubbing on to my clit, pinching and flicking it until I screamed out in ecstasy. She then moved her mouth from my mouth down to my pussy opening and thrust her tongue in. I slammed my hips up and cummed all in her mouth, filling it full. She sucked and sucked until at last I settled down.

She raised up and started to ease up my body. As soon as we were face to face she put her lips to mine and stuck her tongue out, pushing it in to my mouth. I willingly opened it for her. And I felt something trickle on to my tongue and then I realized I was tasting my cum. I closed my mouth over hers and started moving my tongue toward hers and just devoured her mouth, loving the taste of me on her.

I tried to roll over, but she pinned me to the bed and raised up to her knees. She smiled at me and I started scooting down, until her pussy was over my face. I raised my head and stuck out my tongue, tasting her for the first time. And oh did she taste good. I dove right in sucking and licking, paying extra close attention to her clit. I wrapped my lips around it, and started sucking and nibbling. Her hips started to move, and I grasped them to make sure she wouldn’t get away. I stuck my tongue in her and opened my mouth wide adding as much suction as I could. I heard her moan and then I felt a gush of liquid in my mouth. I swallowed some, but decided to keep a little bit in my mouth so she could taste herself.

After a few seconds, she quit moving her hips and lifted up to climb off of my face. I guided her down, loving the feel of her body against mine. She seemed to anticipate what I had done, cause as soon as she could, she put her lips to mine, and thrust her tongue in my mouth. She moaned as she tasted her cum and she sucked it out of my mouth, swallowing it and moaning.

After we broke apart she rolled over, laying beside me, and rested her cheek against my titty.

“If sex with a guy is that good, I can’t wait.” She said sighing.

“Me neither.” Was all I could get out.

“But we can keep doing this too. I really enjoyed it.” she said turning toward me

“You know it” I smiled, turning so we were facing each other. “Anytime, anyplace.”

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