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Chapter 2

Scranton Jones’s sheltie next door had been in heat for less than a week. The next evening, I bustled over to his house, bringing a fresh baked pie. The top crust was a bit of a mess. I’m a poor baker, well a poor cook in general, but it was piping hot. I knocked and he eventually opened the door but without a word of greeting.

“I want to apologize for Kane, Scranton.” I held out the pie. “I know he’s been barking a lot, and I know you know the reason, but I won’t blame Flufflepuss.” (his Sheltie’s name) “She must be quite a thing to deal with when she’s in heat.”

Scranton is about six feet tall, half a head taller than me. He’s awfully thin, gangly and moves like a marionette with a stick up his ass. He must have had terrible acne when he was younger, his face was pocked like raindrops on sand.

“That racket interrupts my work.” He eyed the pie in my hand, one eye enticed, the other wary. Both were dark brown. They matched his skin tone. “But I know it’s not all your fault.”

I repressed an urge to fling a hot pie to pave the holes in his face with burning, cinnamon apple filling.

“Would you like to come in?” He took a step to open space.

“No. Thank you.” I held out the pie. “Dogs remain in heat for up to two weeks or longer. I can’t keep Kane inside every minute. He’s too big! I hope you can accept this as some compensation for the future.”

“Well-” He scratched his thinning hairline. “I hope you’ll try harder to keep the noise down.”

I felt the right opportunity had arrived. “Is there a reason you have for keeping Flufflepuss fertile?” I asked gingerly. “Do you breed her to other Shelties?”

“No!” He almost barked. “She’s noth’n special, and cut’n on a poor critter ain’t right by God. But I don’t have to explain my reasons to you.” For a second, his words were highly accented. He pulled the door half closed and stepped to block me. Then he plucked the pie tin from my hands. “Good night, Ms. Joyce.”

I puffed through my nose after the door had closed. Locks clicked within it. I turned around and returned home, hungry for pie.

For the next two days, I kept Kane inside, taking him out only to pee. He saved his poop for indoors, but I was canny to his expectations. Without a proper run of the yard and play, he grew irritable. I tried running with him, but his leash kept fouling my pace and balance.

Whenever I sat to read the paper, he whined. On the morning of the second day, he barked at me. He even nipped at my shirt! “OFF!” I shouted immediately. He didn’t act rebuked. He did the strangest thing. He left – going into the kitchen.

When the awful smell hit me, I was surprised to see him come out of my room! Before I could worry that he had taken a dump in the bedroom, I was surprised again, to see my jogging shorts from two days prior dangling from his jaws. He must have stolen them out of the hamper.

He hadn’t pooped in my room. He had left his mess where it was supposed to go, on the newspapers in the kitchen. He wanted me to clean up his mess.

I simply sat staring at the sight of my dog clearly urging me to submit to his will. Shame spun up through my senses. I cringed at the thought of prostrating myself for his use.

It was the stink of his excretion that compelled me to get up. I did go and take his mess to the outside garbage, but when he tried to push me onto my hands and knees, while placing down fresh paper, I resisted and even stood up. “To your CAGE, Kane.” I pointed to the living room. “Cage!” I repeated.

The look my dog gave me, before turning away and obeying, was an expression I’ll never forget. He wanted satisfaction. It wasn’t a pleading look. He didn’t whine or whimper. He almost sneered at me.

I found myself holding my breath. I exhaled and stood stunned.

The rest of that day was uneventful, except I fantasized about cutting a hole in the fence to let Kane rape Flufflepuss. That night, as Kane slept at the foot of my bed, I masturbated with my sturdy vibrator. I loved the low frequency setting, it was almost like being fucked by- Unexpectedly, I remembered Kane’s manic thrusts against my butt. I grunted from the orgasm that filled me. It released some of my tension but none of my guilt.

Kane’s head raised above the end of my comforter. His eyes flashed from the dim light of moonbeams striking through the curtains. They accused me of hypocrisy from seven feet away.

The next day was our scheduled day to train with Connie. I was up and about early, letting Kane out back to pee, organizing my work for the day, fixing breakfast, going for a run by myself. I returned to sharp barking. “KANE, come in!” I shouted from the back door.

He stopped leaping at the fence and ran in, immediately taking a shit on the floor, not even bothering to trot two extra feet to where clean paper awaited. He looked up at me with defiance. The smell was atrocious!

“CAGE, Kane. NOW!” I was angry!

He obeyed, trotting proudly into the living room. I grabbed the papers and did my best to scoop up his large, foul mess.

I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing the tiles, when Kane marched in and mounted me! His jaws took my neck between sharp teeth which felt like they were cutting me. He even shook my neck a little.

I flinched from slight pain and proceeded to tremble as Kane began to hump his big dick against my hip.

A harsh knock at the front door surprised both of us. “Ms. Joyce! I know I’m early, but I had some new ideas.” Connie shouted.

Kane instantly pulled himself off of me and scrambled to the door. Instead of relief, I felt abandoned and dirtied. “I’ll be a minute.” I shouted back. It took a couple minutes to collect myself and straighten my clothes. I rubbed my neck, but there wasn’t any blood. I found Kane sitting patiently beside the door. I wanted to snarl at him!

“Connie, I’m glad you’re here.” I invited the trainer into my home. Kane licked her hand politely.

“Who’s a good boy?” She knelt and petted him.

I grumbled. “Ten minutes ago, he pooped outside of his area and then mounted me while I was cleaning up his mess.”

“Oh.” She gave Kane a reproachful stare.

Kane lowered himself fully to the floor, but his expression lacked repentance.

I felt left out of their silent conversation. “To be fair, I’ve kept him inside for two days. Still-“

“You’re right, Silvia.” The trainer interrupted. “He should behave better after only two days.” However, her hand continued to scratch behind Kane’s left ear. “Let’s do something about that, right now.” She stood up and marched away. “Into the kitchen.” She summoned me. Kane trotted alongside her.

“Get on your hands and knees, Slivia.” She said.

“I don’t want to reenact what happened. There has to be another way.”

“I don’t think those ways will work, after what you told me.”

“What did I tell you?”

“You were unable to follow the guidance I had set, for you to assert your authority over Kane. He’s probably very confused, especially after having his routine disrupted for the last two days.”

“But you said he should have behaved better for longer-“

“I’ve changed my mind. We need to work on you, Silvia.” Connie said with stern confidence. “We can’t have you succumbing to your submissive side when the stakes are this high.”

“My submissive side?” I rejected her assertion. “I’m well in control of myself.”

“But not when it counts, or do you want Kane to develop his alpha nature while you hesitate and confuse him?” Connie pressed harder. “From our first training sessions with Kane, I saw that you weren’t even a beta female. You may be effective at work…” She nodded at the expensive uydukent escort appliances and devices surrounding us. “But at home, you have to be the real you, or you’ll go mad.”

“That’s preposterous.” I didn’t stress the word.

“Then why did you hire me?” She laid it on the line. “You’re smart and organized and self-actualized. You could have learned how to train your fine husky by yourself. There’s plenty of quality resources on the web.”

“I wanted the best. Somehow the internet has the idiotic notion that you are best around.”

“And you’re paying for the best.” She confirmed. “Now get down on your hands and knees and realize – what you’re paying for is to be the one trained.”

“G-get o-out.” I stammered. I wanted to be angry at her. I wanted to escape her crazy notions. I wanted to escape the mire of emotions sucking at my soul.

SMACK! Connie slapped me, hard! “I said, on your hands and knees, Bitch!”

“OW!” I raised my hand against her, attempting to fight back.

RRROOWWFFF!! Kane erupted! He bolted up on his hind legs and batted my chest with his forepaws, growling.

“I’d be very careful what you do next, Silvia.” Connie cautioned.

“You’re d-doing this.” I blamed her, struggling to keep my balance.

“No. Your lack of spirit is the true culprit in this situation. Kane needs a strong authority to tame him. He respects mine but has lost faith in yours. Now accept that he will be in charge of you, when you aren’t working.”

“I’m not going to submit to my dog. I’ll get rid of him first.”

SMACK! The trainer’s hand stung my face harder than last time.

“STOP IT!” I cried.

“GGGRRRRGGHHH…” Kane’s growl deepened not seven inches from my face. He pushed harder, and I fell back catching the lip of the counter behind me and twisting away from his paws. Kane dropped to all fours, not at all discouraged. Connie advanced, silently threatening.

I sputtered, “No! P-please!”

“Heel, Kane.” She held her palm down at her side. The animal scurried around her legs to stand there. He didn’t look at her. His eyes were locked onto mine, contesting my will.

My knees buckled on their own accord. “What is he going to d-do?”

“He’s the alpha, Silvia. He’ll do whatever he chooses, but I think you know already.”

My knees touched the floor. I looked across at Kane who’s raised head nearly reached as tall as mine. His gaze made me feel smaller than him. “I-I guess if I have to, h-he can rub himself – until…”

Connie stepped forward and grabbed my hair. I kept mine short, but there was more than a handful to grip and tug.

“Oww.” I whined.

“This isn’t a game, not for Kane, Sil-vee.” She mocked my offer. Kane needs a bitch, and you’re going to be one for him.” Her hand gripped harder, and she pushed my head down until I had to catch myself with my hands on the floor.

“You can’t mean that.” I grasped at hope that she couldn’t.

“I’m your trainer. Kane has waited too long for you to be trained. I’ll go easy on you this time, but only if you quickly submit to his authority.”

What did she mean? Stupidly, I looked at my handsome canine as if he had the answer. It was in his eyes. I would be his bitch.

Connie let go of my hair and raised her right palm in front of my eyes. “Stay there, Silvee. Wait for him to decide.”

I stood miserably still, afraid of what Kane or Connie would do. A different feeling appeared deep within my misery, a small sphere of calm halfway between my belly button and my spine. It was a strange, tiny hope that comforted as if to say, “It’s almost over, Silvia. Soon you’ll be free.”

My trembling didn’t slow, however. It worsened when Kane strode up and sniffed my behind.

“He’s checking to see if you’re in heat.”

“But I’m not a dog.” I whined. “It’s impossible for me to be in heat.” Perhaps if Connie understood that, she would call off this incredible charade.”

“Maybe not like a dog, Silvee, but he’s already mounted you three times. I wouldn’t be surprised if he can simply tell if you’re horny.”

“How could I be?” I grimaced up at her. “What you’re doing is abominable!”

Connie’s hand struck out and grabbed my hair again.

“Ow!”

“Don’t you dare disrespect either of us, Bitch.” She shook my head. “I was afraid that I might have to take you step by step through this lesson. But if that’s what it takes…”

Kane simply waited for the trainer to instruct me in how to submit.

“Please, no.” I whined uselessly. The calm sphere in my belly encouraged me to relax.

“I’m sorry that I have to do this for you, Silvee, but it’s for your own edification. Next time be quick to submit.” Abruptly, Connie grabbed the waistband of my dark green, polyester slacks. Without bothering to loosen the mostly ornamental belt, she tugged it with more strength than I would have guessed. A top, dog trainer needed toned muscles.

“NO! Nothatplease!” I babbled.

“Kane needs to smell his bitch, to see if you’re ready.” Connie shook my head to ensure my attention. Her next tug on my pants pulled them and my pink underwear, over and down my behind, stripping all modesty from that part of my body.

I’m not proud of my bum. It’s too big, in my opinion, but dieting and exercise hardly reduced it. It was quite toned, however, from years of effort. My breasts, I never liked how small they were, barely C-cups. I believed that men valued large tits over large asses, but who knew what a dog prefered? Unfortunately, by trying to shrink my butt, I only burned away my boob fat. I had to settle for an unsatisfactory balance.

Stripped butt naked by a power-mad woman, I cringed and tried to curl up into a fetal ball, but her fistfull of my hair stopped me cold – keeping me upright on my hands and knees.

“I’m sure men would say you’ve got a hot ass, Silvee. You better hope that Kane approves. You wouldn’t want him to be less than completely satisfied by his new bitch.”

“Don’t you hear how crazy you sound?”

“You wouldn’t believe what I’ve taught dogs for their owners – and vice versa.” She snickered. “How do you think I earned my stellar reputation among the rich and powerful?”

Suddenly, I felt Kane’s cold nose pressing into my butt. Snuffles of hot breath tickled me. He was checking to see if his new bitch was ripe. My rear jerked away or tried to. Connie swatted my butt back in line with a strong SLAP!

“Don’t you dare disappoint him!” She commanded.

Kane’s cold nose was abruptly replaced by a heavy tongue slapping up along my taint! “YIKES!” is the closest word to what I actually blurted. My involuntary flinch from the wet muscle attacking me earned a worse swat! CRACK!

“OW!”

“Keep still, Silvee. Your alpha is deciding if you’re worthy of his seed.”

Kane took several additional swipes with his tongue while he decided. I tried my best to bear with them. Tears filled my eyes. “This can’t be happening!” I wailed.

“It’s okay, Silvee.” Suddenly Connie was stroking my right side, near that breast. Her other hand steadied my head. “Cry if you need to, but prepare to accept your alpha’s decision.”

At that exact moment, Kane leaped up on my back and hugged me. His rough claws scraped my thick, pink blouse. I felt his erect cock poking into my behind. “Ooo, it’s so hard and sharp!” I complained.

“We’re almost there, Sweetie.” Connie continued stroking me. Her hand brushed my double clothed nipple several times, surprising me by how hard both had become. “Actually, Silvee, a dog’s dick doesn’t get hard before entering a cunt. What you’re feeling is the bone in his dick, called a baculum. His zeytinburnu escort erectile tissue is still soft, but some women can’t tell the difference.”

“noooo…” I whimpered. “Let me go. Please. I’ll pay you. I’ll sign over my house!”

“Shhhh, Little Bitch. You’re about to experience a joy that few people ever obtain. Kane’s dick is going to make you feel much better, especially when it tries to knot up inside of you. Talk about a hardon!”

Connie was talking nonsense, saying ridiculous things, anything to calm me while my dog explored my bum with rapid, wild thrusts with his bone firmed dick head.

“You’re not built like a canine bitch, Silvee. You have to help him.”

“No. I can’t – I-I won’t. It’s awful! Can’t you see this is torture?”

“Unbroken bitches always say that, and I didn’t expect you to behave any differently.” Her free hand grabbed my left arm. “Put your weight on your right to keep your balance.” She tucked my hand between my thighs, above the waistbands of my raveled slacks and panties which semi-trapped my bent knees.

Kane kept prodding with his hard prick, hoping to score his bitch and begin rutting in her/me.

“You don’t want him to plunge into your ass.” Connie warned. “I’ve seen it happen on first times. You’re not able to handle that, yet.” She urged my hand to grab Kane’s wobbling erection.

I wept again when my fingers touched his moist cock. I had expected it to feel slimy, but it was just lightly slick. I then worried that he was going to enter my dry vagina.

“Grab it and hold it still, Silvee. I told you we were taking this step by step.” She actually kissed my left temple. My hand caught the erratic prong, but my fingers released it instantly out of disgust.

“Bad bitch.” Connie rebuked me with a painful shake of my hair. “Try again.”

I managed to catch and hold Kane’s ready peen on my second try.

“That’s right, Silvee. Your alpha is probably enjoying the feel of your fingers on his eager cock.”

I grimaced at the light blue pattern on the kitchen’s base white floor tiles. I kept my mouth shut, wanting only to escape the horror surrounding me. Kane humped his rampant organ through my fingers.

Connie cooed into my ear. “I think you deserve a reward. You can let go, for now.”

I was wrong to think that my reward was to let go of my dog’s powerful dick. Connie pulled my hand out from between my thighs and reached in. I thought she was going to help Kane enter my unsuspecting puss.

Instead she slipped two fingers into my vulva and felt the slit up and down! “No, Connie!” I objected, jerking side to side without successfully disengaging her probing fingers.

She jerked my hair backwards, wrenching my neck with painful punishment. “I warned you.” She threatened. I steeled myself as best I could while she groped my pussy. It took several heartbeats before I realized that she wasn’t trying to masturbate me.

“You’re wetter than I expected, Silvee. That’s a good sign.” Her finger worked only to elicit my vagina’s natural lubrication. When she mentioned the state of my puss, my attention zeroed in on the area that I had assumed was dry. She was right! It wasn’t.

The idea of being wet for a dog made me miserable again. How could I be wet from what was happening? I hated it! Tears splattered cold tiles.

“Just a little more, you nasty slut.” She humiliated me with her fingers, until my crotch was nearly dripping.

Kane’s erratic hunches had slowed, possibly to cede access of my crotch to the alpha female.

When Connie was satisfied that I was fully ready to become Kane’s bitch, she withdrew her hand and called sharply. “Take him in your hand, Slut, and help him!”

No way. I wanted nothing more than to leap up and run into my room and lock the door! Only I would have fallen down from the clothes binding my knees together. I felt incredibly helpless – I wanted to faint. It would have been a blessing.

What actually happened, shamed me more than imaginable. The calm sphere within which invited acceptance of my fate, expanded. My hand reached between my now wet thighs and fished for Kane’s wobbling cock. He was thrusting fast again but couldn’t hit the mark.

I caught him once more and whined continuously as my arm pulled his eager cock to my weeping sex. A warm cloud of submission enveloped my senses, as if I belonged on my hands and knees, helping the aroused animal humping on top of me, to pierce my body from behind.

Connie released my hair. “You’re doing great.” She said hotly.

Kane broke my brief sense of wellbeing by stabbing roughly into my wet cunt!

I barked then. “OH MY GOODNESS!!” I nearly jumped up, but Connie grabbed my shoulders and kept me under Kane’s rocking belly. His paws gripped tighter when his dick dove deep into me. “This is who you are now.” Connie’s voice soothed.

“I don’t want it! I don’t want it!” I sobbed!

“Shhh.”

As soon as Kane’s thrust hit the bottom of my puss, he pulled back and fucked with rapid, powerful strokes. He was incredibly big and hard! I yelped, “NO!” for the first twenty thrusts.

I cried and cried while Connie cooed into my ears. “Giving yourself to the alpha is a wonderful thing, Silvia.” She used my proper name. I only felt more humiliated, being fucked by the animal I had once loved! “I hate him.” I whimpered.

“No, Dear. You’re giving the love he needs, and no longer the selfish love of a pet owner. By letting Kane own you, you’ll one day experience the tremendous bond possible between animal and human.”

“I hate it!” I kept sobbing. “I hate it!” Kane’s fierce and heavy pounding seemed to tear at my insides, yet I felt something else. The sphere of calm was growing hot within me. It’s soothing presence was transforming into desire. I prayed this was a nightmare, that I would soon awake to my privileged, satisfactory life.

“Accept your place, your purpose to obey the alpha. Accept his love into your heart, and you will know the joy of angels.” Connie planted a wet kiss on the back of my neck.

My body lurched involuntarily from an abrupt and unexpected rush of pleasure! Kane was pumping pure lust into my sopping loins. A series of grunts escaped my mouth from his heavy thrusts. He acted only on instinct and need. There was no negotiation, no wooing. He was taking his bitch like nature had built him, powerful and adaptable. His cock was perfect for taming wild, teasing cunts. It pummeled my insides without regard for my feelings.

Somehow my tears pulled from my heart a startling realization. I had been teasing the alpha, depriving him of the bitch next door while refusing to offer myself in her place! An orgasm swept through me, electrifying my epiphany. With weak people, a true alpha dog is a dangerous thing. Connie had performed miracles to prevent him from tearing me apart in a lust fueled frenzy. She had understood how I must transform, to bond safely and inseparably with Kane.

“Kane!” I wailed as the pain of his thrusts sparked flames in my pussy. “I’m SORRY!”

Connie drew away from me and pulled out her phone. I was too far out of my right mind to recognize her recording us. Later she promised that the video was only for her protection, in case I failed to succumb to my natural personality. She swore she kept these videos under heavy encryption. Even if she died, there was no copy of the password, and no one would be able to decode her special archive for another five of my lifetimes.

At that moment, my awareness was focused on pleasing the beast who had chosen me to breed with. “I love you, Kane!” I groaned under his continued assault. He battered şişli escort my wet pussy with incredibly rapid strokes of hard, cunt stretching cock! The heavy tip pounded against my cervix. It was a necessary agony, I told myself. But even those sharp pains were adding up to yet another climax.

I grunted and moaned under his mating frenzy. I was nearly foaming at the mouth, joining in the madness, humping back against his frantic thrusts. He growled lustily and barked when need trampled his pure soul. Our mating howls echoed around the kitchen.

Tears continued to shake from my eyes. Pleasure and pain wracked my senses. I was caught between the hells and paradise. My body flew like an arrow, free and endless.

Abruptly, Kane’s knot jammed into my vulva, almost piercing my stretched cunt. Hot gouts of dog cum poured into my deep recesses. My mind exploded with joy! How could such ecstasy even exist in our troubled world? I screamed and screamed from the intense sensation of accepting Kane’s spewing seed, and at the same time accepting my duty to carry every drop within me, for as long as possible.

The heat of his cum was incredible! No man had ever raised the temperature of my cunt to such a degree. Kane’s natural temperature was as much of a glorious experience as was submitting totally to his will. I came and came as his prodigious ejaculate flooded my pussy.

“Don’t move!” Connie commanded. “Let him finish as if you were tied to his knot.” She knew that a human cunt was very different from a canine bitch’s. Although it was possible for the largest knot to penetrate a regular sized woman, in no case could it get stuck in her, unless the woman allowed it to stay. A female dog’s vagnina expanded to grip around the stud’s bloating dick and complete the knot between them.

Kane’s knot hadn’t entered me, except to seal my outer labia. At Connie’s command I pressed my body backwards against the turgid lump at the base of his cock, hoping to hold the pints or however much cum he hosed into me.

Our sexual docking hiccuped when Kane twisted off of me, to press himself against me, butt to butt. His cum, cooling to my human temperature, pulsed out of my brimming cunt until his knot was firmly seated once more within my vulva. Connie helped, her hands resealing us. A few, small strands had dribbled from our connection.

“You still have a lot to learn, Silvee.” Connie admonished. “A good bitch keeps every drop of her alpha’s cum, no matter how he moves about.” She knelt beside me, but I couldn’t see what she was doing.

“Open your mouth, Bitch.”

I was too surprised by her command to comply immediately.

“Do you want another smack?!”

My jaws separated, my will remained surrendered to the alphas in my home. Goop covered fingers swept across the inside of my lips.

“Suck it down.” She ordered. “I hope you recently scrubbed this part of the kitchen floor.”

I licked and sucked what must have been Kane’s cum. Connie was wiping it up with her fingers and feeding what I had failed to safeguard, into my mouth.

“This is a taste of your true nature, Slivia.” She sounded almost respectful. That’s how serious she was.

Now cold from the floor, Kane’s ejaculate was slimy and watery. It’s flavor made me grimace, unlike a man’s cum. I forced myself to swallow its unique tang, musk, and saltiness.

The cum’s creator and issuer stood behind me panting patiently for his knot to shrink. Before that happened, Connie asked, “Where are your dildoes?”

“That’s private-” My spinning thoughts were slowing back to normal.

“Hush, Slut! A woman as submissive as you must have two or three large dongs to pleasure herself with.”

I whimpered at her shout. “I only have my vibrator. It’s in the drawer in the end table next to my bed.”

Connie dashed to fetch it. She returned in an equal hurry. The device’s power cord trailed behind her. “Now when Kane pulls away, you must plug your cum filled hole with this. If you let any escape, I’ll make you eat it too.”

She was true to her word. Kane separated minutes after the retrieval of my large headed vibrator. I jammed the soft plastic to my oozing pussy and stopped most of the leakage. Kane ambled into my bedroom.

“There, you miserable bitch.” Connie pointed and accused. “Clean it up.”

I sat back on my legs and tried to stand. Connie slapped me! “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Ow!” My free hand flew to my red cheek. “I need to get a rag.”

“Bullshit.” She called. “Bend down and pay proper respect to Kane’s cum.”

Realization struck. “You want me to lick it up!”

“Or I’ll get a belt and thrash you.” Her fierce eyes and voice cowed me. I bent to the task, licking the cold drops and strands until the tile floor sparkled. A part of my mind recoiled at the unpleasant flavor, but I felt too helpless to heed it’s warning.

When I had finished, Connie led me to my bedroom. There, in the middle of the comforter, Kane lay licking his red, satisfied penis. Connie ignored him and put me down on the floor at the foot of my bed. She lifted my legs over my head and bade me, “Stay.”

I lost track of time, striving to keep the alpha’s remaining cum in my pussy. That how ashamed I was, withdrawn into an obedient cocoon. Connie disappeared from the room. At one point, Kane hopped off of the bed and came to me. He licked my face, which endeared me to him all over again. I was still high from the intense connection we had made. He then nosed the large bulb of my vibrator.

“Don’t make him wait, Silvee.” Connie appeared at the doorway. She was wiping her hands with a dish towel.

I took the vibrator away from my cum stained pussy. The outer foam had congealed among my pubic thatch and would soon dry to a crust.

Kane sniffed my bare slit. He licked me once, as if deciding how well I had served him. My body flinched, but I reveled at the rough touch of his hot tongue. Then he wandered out of the room, having no immediate need of me.

Connie approached, producing a cereal bowl in her clean hands. She set it on the carpet next to me. “I made dinner for myself already. Here’s yours.”

“It’s empty.” I observed stupidly.

“Then fill it, you stupid bitch.” She angered.

Understanding how low I must go in surrendering to her and Kane’s will, I grumbled wordlessly and got up. I squatted over the bowl and let the alpha’s dying sperm drip, clump by congealed clump, out of my filled twat.

When Connie was satisfied that I had performed as well as could be expected, she had me stand on my hands and knees, once more. She bade me to eat.

My stomach suffered no little distress at the rapidly cooling goo that I swallowed, clump after clump, licking the bowl clean at the end.

“Good, girl.” Connie smiled and tousled my hair. “You can’t get pregnant like a proper bitch, but you can make sure that your alpha’s cum isn’t wasted.”

“Connie.” I grimaced, suddenly worried that I was no longer allowed to use her name. I wanted to vomit, but disaster was certain to follow if I upchucked Kane’s cum in front of the alpha female.

“Yes?”

“Is this to be my life, from now on?”

“Don’t be silly, Silvee.” She went to the doorway. “You have to earn a living, to supply Kane with the comforts that he expects.” Before disappearing from the room, she added, “And you have to get up and pay me.”

I transferred thirty eight hundred dollars to her account, for four hours of her time and expertise. She charged me twice her normal rate, for special instruction. I didn’t mention that she had spent an hour of it making herself a meal from my cupboards and refrigerator. I considered myself lucky that I hadn’t signed my house over.

Kane and I followed her to the front door. Connie gave him a playful scratching behind the ears. She gave me a patient but disappointed frown. “You’ll get the hang of it – eventually.”

…to be continued…

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Laura Edgar sat in Dr. Hughes’ waitin?g room with six other women who were either reading magazines, or dozing off. It was hot outside, about 95 degrees, and Dr. Hughes didn’t have one of those new fangled air cooling systems yet, just a big slow turning ceiling fan that seemed to only move around the already hot air. Miss Perkins, the receptionist, stood guard over the door leading to the doctor’s examining rooms, and from time to time she took phone calls making appointments with the doctor. Laura looked at the large clock on the waiting room wall and thought to herself, “Ten thirty, and I was supposed to be in by ten, why on earth do they always over book, they must think that we patients have nothing better to do than sit in waiting rooms!!!” Laura’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted when she heard Miss Perkins calling her name, “Laura, you can go in now, room number three on your left, take a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” Laura plopped down on the hard back chair in the corner and waited for Dr. Hughes to appear. Laura was tapping her shoe on the floor and staring at the ceiling when Dr. Hughes swept into the room. The mid fifties physician picked up Laura’s chart and said in a soft voice, “Well, Laura, are we still having our usual problem?” Laura shifted in her chair and with her head hung down and her eyes on the floor replied, “I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s actually gotten worse, and believe me I’ve tried not to think about it!!!” Dr. Hughes reached out and patted her on the shoulder and offered soothingly, “Dear it’s the 1920’s, and we have ways of treating your problem, there’s nothing to be ashamed silivri escort of, a lot of women are in the same boat as you are!!!” Laura felt a little better after hearing Dr. Hughes placating remarks, and she dried her eyes and waited for further instructions, while the doctor went to the door and called his nurse in for assistance. Helen Ames, RN, entered the examining room and set up the necessary equipment for Laura’s treatment? while Dr. Hughes motioned to Laura to go behind the screen and remove her skirt, stockings, and panties. When she was naked from the waist down, Laura hopped up on the examining table and laid down with her legs slightly spread, and the doctor turned on and over head light and adjusted it so that it was pointing directly at Laura’s vagina. Dr. Hughes leaned over and gave her crotch a cursory optical exam, and then with his fingers he began probing the young woman’s opening, feeling up and down the length of her crack, taking extra time to check out her clitoris!!!

When ever the doctor performed this exam, Laura couldn’t help but push her vagina hard into his hand, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself! “It’s worse than usual Miss Ames, her clitoris is definitely distended and erect, a classic case of hysteria, here feel for yourself,” he ordered! Nurse Ames let her fingers slide into Laura’s vagina where upon she let them roam all over her crack until she finally settled on her clitoris! Laura clenched her teeth, trying not to make a sound, but as Nurse Ames fingered and probed her vagina, she couldn’t help but let out a long low moan! Both the doctor tuzla escort and nurse looked at each other, shook their heads, and decided on a course of treatment. “Laura,” the doctor intoned, “it is going to be a fairly long session, so I’ll start it, and Nurse Ames will finish it up, okay!?!” Laura smiled weakly, and simply nodded her head “yes”, almost unable to speak after having her vagina fingered by the two care givers. Laura watched as Nurse Ames set up the hysteria machine and added a long thick attachment to the end of the handle, and she involuntarily moaned again at the thought of what was about to happen! Nurse Ames handed the instrument to the doctor and he began by saying, “This is a new and larger attachment, I think that you will find that it will relieve your hysteria much more efficiently than our usual model!!!” By now Laura’s vagina was dripping? and gaping open in anticipation of her “treatment”! Dr. Hughes turned on the machine, and the eight inch ivory pacifier started to vibrate while he order his nurse, “Hold her open, Nurse Ames, let’s get started!!!” As was true in most cases, Laura almost instantly had the first of several shattering orgasms in her helpless vagina from the initial plunge of the pacifier! As each orgasm tore through her crotch, Nurse Ames recorded everyone of them in her notebook, even going so far as to indicate the depth and severity of each individual climax! After simulating sexual intercourse for the better part of fifteen minutes, Dr. Hughes removed the appliance and let Laura relax for a bit. “That was very good,” commented the doctor, “I have to see several üsküdar escort other patients, but Miss Ames here will finish off the session for me, when you’re done, get dressed and make another appointment with Miss Perkins!” A second later he was out the door and gone, leaving only the two women in the small examining room.

Nurse Ames picked up Laura’s chart, wrote in a few entries, and then went over to the box of attachments and pulled out a small round ball, about the size of a large marble. She removed the long ivory attachment and replaced it with the small ball and said, “Now that we’ve taken care of your vagina we can concentrate on your clitoris, I really feel that is where most of your trouble lies, your clitoris seems to be over engorged with blood, and the only way to relieve the pressure is by manipulation!!!” Again Laura just nodded and waited for phase two of the treatment to begin. A flip of the switch and Laura heard the vibrator begin to hum, and at the same time Nurse Ames used her free hand to open Laura’s vaginal lips, exposing her hard clit to the nurse’s gaze. “My oh my,” she said softly, “you have an absolutely huge clitoris, no wonder you need so many treatments!!!” The first touch of the little ball caused Laura’s whole body to tense up, and she involuntaril?y cupped her breasts through her blouse. Nurse Ames expertly worked the machine over and around Laura’s bulging clit, inducing at least three more orgasms from the young woman’s vagina! When they were all through, Nurse Ames filled in the rest of Laura’s chart and remarked, “Seven orgasms today, dear, I hope that will keep you for another two weeks!!!”

After dressing, Laura stopped at Miss Perkins desk to make another appointment. “Is two weeks from today okay, Miss Edgar,” asked Miss Perkins? “Uh no,” replied Laura, “let’s make it one week!!!”

THE END

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“What’s the matter, dear,” Kate Jefferson asked her eighteen year old daughter Wendy!?! “Uh, nothing, mom, I was just thinking, that’s all!!!” After putting down her knitting, the older woman gently offered, “Come on now, honey, I can always tell when something’s bothering you!!!” “Well,” Wendy said with a deep sigh, “I-I’m so embarrassed I don’t know where to begin!!!” A look of real concern flashed over Kate’s face before replying, “Are you sure that you’re okay, I mean you’re not sick or anything are you!?!” “Oh no,” Wendy replied quickly, “I feel just fine, it’s just that, well um, I’m not quite sure how to explain it…………….” After reaching over caressing her daughter’s hand, Kate asked softly, “Is there a problem between you and Tom?!?” While gripping her mother’s hand tightly, Wendy broke down into tears and exclaimed, “I’m sorry, mom, I just can’t control myself anymore!!!” With her daughter on the verge of hysterics, Kate took her into her arms, lightly stroked her long blonde hair and then whispered into her ear, “Come on now, it can’t be that bad, tell mom all about it, I promise you I’ll understand!!!” After finally regaining her composure, Wendy dabbed at her tears and said, “I just know you’ve never had this problem, mom, and I just don’t know what to do about it!!!” “Well why don’t you start at the beginning and we’ll just go from there,” Kate replied, “you know I’m a pretty good listener!!!” “Okay,” she replied between sniffles, “it started a couple of weeks ago, you promise not to get angry, right!?!” “Of course not, dear,” Kate replied smoothly, “go on, it started a couple of weeks ago……………” “Yeah, a couple of weeks ago,” Wendy sent on, “Tommy and I went to that dance at school, you know, the one with the live band, well anyway, after the dance we drove out to the lake and started necking, ohhhhhhhhh, I’m so embarrassed!!!” “Come on now, you’re doing just fine,” Kate said softly! “Well anyway, I got so excited,” Wendy said with a slightly flushed look on her face, “and well um, Tommy got my breasts out and started sucking on my nipples!!!” At mecidiyeköy escort this point Kate interjected, “Did you enjoy having your nipples sucked!?!” “Oh, my yes,” Wendy hurriedly answered, “it was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced, and I couldn’t believe how it made me feel inside!!!” “So then what happened,” Kate asked softly?!? Y-you’re just not gonna believe it mom,” Wendy said sadly, “but he pulled out his penis and asked me to suck it for him!!!” A smile flickered across Kate’s lips, but in somber voice she asked, “And then what did you do, dear?!?” “Ohhhhh, mom,” the young girl sobbed, “I did it for him, I sucked on his penis until he had an orgasm in my mouth!!!”

Kate gave her daughter a big hug and a kiss on her cheek before whispering, “Don’t worry, honey, what you did for Tommy was one of the most natural things in the world for a woman to do, in fact once he had his penis out of his pants, it would have been almost impossible for you to have resisted it!!!” “Really,” the relieved girl replied, “I was so sure that you were going to be mad at me!!!” “Honey,” she continued, “the male erection is something that a normal woman is drawn to like bees to honey, it’s been ingrained in us for thousands of years, so don’t feel badly when you’re only doing what is expected of you!!!” Wendy sat silent for a few moments before asking, “Do you suck daddy, I just never even thought about it…………” “Of course I do,” Kate replied quickly, “your father has a wonderful erection, very long and really thick, and by the way, does Tommy have a large penis!?!” “Well Tommy’s is the only one I’ve seen, but it seemed really big to me,” and just when Wendy was just about ready to ask her mom another question her dad popped his head into the room and asked, “So, what are you two up too, is this a private meeting or can anyone attend!?!”

Both women looked at each other and giggled before Kate explained the situation in detail!!! “Your mom’s right,” Seth Jefferson added, “I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but it’s pretty much pendik escort a fact of life that women are born with the need and desire to orally satisfy their men!!! “Daddy,” Wendy asked, “mama just asked me how big Tommy’s penis is, and while it seemed huge to me, I can’t really be sure cuz I’ve never seen another one, so could you do me a big favor and show me yours, I’d really appreciate it!?!” Seth smiled happily at his daughter, and replied, “Of course I will, kitten, both your mother and I are very glad you’ve come to us with your concerns, aren’t we, Kate!?!” “We sure are,” she replied brightly, “now hurry up and get your pants off so Wendy can see your erection!!!” Seconds later with his pants and shorts around his ankles, Seth stood proudly in front of his wife and daughter with his full erection pointing directly at them!!! “Well,” Kate asked in a husky voice, “is Tommy as big as your daddy!?!” “I don’t think he’s quite as thick, but he’s just about the same length,” Wendy replied thoughtfully, “but they’re both very beautiful!!!” “I-I’m glad Tommy has a big pecker,” Kate stammered while staring at her husband’s penis, “while a big cock is nice to suck, when Tommy finally fucks you, you’ll be very glad he’s well hung!!!” Wendy turned away from her dad’s pecker to face her mother and asked softly, “Are you okay mom, you sound funny!?!”

Kate Jefferson’s cheeks had taken on a splotchy redness when coupled with her uneven speech pattern could only mean one thing, that being that she was incredibly aroused and in dire need of a cock!!! It was Seth who spoke first when he offered, “Honey, your mom hasn’t sucked me yet today, and well to tell you the truth she needs a load of cum desperately, so if you don’t mind watching, I’m going to have to feed her now!?!” Wendy got up and moved out of the way and replied, “Of course not, dad, go right ahead, from the looks of her she won’t be able to go another minute without it, isn’t that right, mom!?!” “I-I’m sorry, honey,” she whispered softly, “but I’m no different from you, when I need it I just sancaktepe escort can’t seem to help myself!!!” With her eyes wide, Wendy watched with fascination as her pretty mother got down on her knees and began fellating her father in the most obscene way!!! With a pang of guilt that she probably looked the same, Wendy watched her mom slurp and lick her daddy’s pecker up and down like it was an all day sucker, while her dad, obviously used to his wife’s oral assault, just stood calmly with his hands on his hips while she urged his organ to give her what she so desperately needed, a hot sperm shooter down her hungry throat!!!

It was an unbelievable thing to see, her mother sucking her dad, and even more bizarre, her own pussy was becoming a burning cauldron of desire as she looked on!!! She was about to ask if they minded if she touched herself, but her mother shamelessly shoved her fingers inside of her slacks and began fingering her own cunt while continuing to suck her husband!!! “God I love your fucking pecker,” her mother moaned, “I just can’t get enough of it, ohhhhhhhh, give me what I want, baby, fill my mouth with your fucking cum!!!” Jesus, her mom was acting like a fucking whore, but even as she stared, Wendy’s own finger had found her little bud and was now furiously rubbing it like the wanton little slut that she was!!! Now, for the first time since she started sucking him, her father gave out a long deep moan and gasped, “I’m cumming for ya, baby, let daddy fill your mouth with his juice, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, her it cums!!! Wendy was now reeling on the edge of her orgasm, and unbelievably, she heard herself ordering, “Suck him off, mom, blow his fucking cock for him, make him give you his load!!!” “Mmmmm, Kate moaned as the first blast of semen filled her waiting mouth, “mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!!!” That did it, the sound of her mother taking a hot load in her mouth, and the sight of seeing her furiously frigging her hot pussy drove the teenager over the edge as her own climax erupted simultaneously with her mother’s!!!

“Wow,” Kate said weakly, “I’m a total wreck, but I really needed that!!!” “No kidding,” her dad said with a laugh, “but why should this day be any different than any other day, but we did solve one problem today, we made sure that our daughter understands her place!!!”

THE END

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It Started On Skull Island – Chapter 2

“Jeff! Over here! Someone’s gone through the bush here . . . and it looks fresh!”

All four teens froze as the words floated through the air. They knew they were in trouble but had no idea how many of the hoods were chasing them. All they knew was that one of them, Jeff Hansen, was reputed to be a rapist. Unfortunately, there had never been enough evidence to convict the son of a rich industrialist, and his victim claimed to be too afraid to testify. As a result, he had gone free, his reputation causing many females to fear for their safety.

“Denise,” Brian hissed, “find your clothes in this bundle, then put ‘em on!” Turning to his best friend Ted, he commented,”Shit, I never thought I’d ever say that to a naked woman!” Ted fought to suppress the chuckle bubbling up inside him. Passing another bundle of clothing to Marsha, he gave her essentially the same command. While the two girls donned their clothing, Brian and Ted did the same. As soon as they were dressed again, Brian motioned the other three to follow him. Walking slowly and as carefully as they could, the foursome made their way to a point furthest from the landed speedboat. Brian carefully surveyed the beach, which was illuminated by the light of the craft, but couldn’t see their pursuers.

“Look, I’ve got an idea” Brian suggested. “If we can keep those pricks from figuring out who we are, and how many of us they’re chasing, we’ll have the upper hand. Maybe if we split up, one of us can lead them to the far side of the island while the rest of us commandeer that boat. Once we have that, we can pick up the decoy and get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah, that might work!” Ted agreed. “I know this island inside out and backwards, so I’ll act as decoy. You guys get that boat. There’s a point on the south-east tip that’s deep enough to get almost right to the beach. I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Not without me, you won’t?” Denise put in. “If those bastards catch up with you, you’ll need someone to bail your ass out, and that would be me.”

Silently, they all agreed, with Ted and Denise heading for the centre of the island, while Brian and Marsha studied the terrain between them and the boat. It would be a lot easier to plot a strategy if they knew how many pursuers they were up against. But that was a luxury they didn’t have.

Ted reached out his hand for Denise, and she clasped it tightly, as he led her through the brush. Stalking as quietly as they could, the two desperados made good time to the island’s centre, then started to make enough noise that the gang of goons would hear them. Ted was counting on their pursuers to hear the racket and head that way to investigate. He also knew that there was a high cliff just south of where they were. Leading them to the cliff would be easy. Getting them to step over the edge, though, could prove difficult. The fall would slow them down, at the least, and there was a possibility of a broken leg or two, but the distance wasn’t great enough to be fatal, and there was sufficient growth at the bottom to cushion a fall.

“Make noise, Denise!” Ted whispered. “Stomp on some branches, but don’t say a word. I want to lure them without identifying who or what we are. Let’s just make them curious. As soon as we hear them coming, we’ll shoot along the cliff’s edge. There’s a way to get down about a quarter mile from here, if I remember.”

Denise moved about thirty feet away from her boyfriend, then began to stomp on loose underbrush, breaking twigs and rustling leaves. Whether the thugs would take the bait remained to be seen, although she failed to understand how anyone could miss all that noise. Her efforts were rewarded with shouts from the pursuing gang.

“Hey! Over there! Something’s moving in the bush! Let’s go!”

Ted recognized the voice as that of Jeff Hansen, and the blood ran cold in his veins. He had no idea whether or not Jeff’s reputation was real or imaginary, but the thought of Denise becoming his next victim sent chills up and down his spine.

The thunder of men running in the bush grew louder, and closer. Denise was about to run from the scene of her destructive stomping, and Ted could feel his heart pounding as the adrenalin pumped into his system. Just as she turned to flee, a powerful beam of light caught Denise’s shape, and three heavyset men burst from behind the light’s source, grabbing and capturing the young teen. Despite all her struggling, they had her tightly in their grip.

“Hey Jeff! Come see what we found! You’re gonna like this!” one of the captors yelled. “We got us a young tightie to play with! I get dibs on her!”

Jeff burst out from the underbrush and into the light cast by the lanterns, an evil grin on his lips.

“Yeah, this should be fun!” Hansen crowed. “I ain’t had me a tight piece of ass since that Lucy bitch, and my cock is just itching for a young cunt! Get her clothes off, and spread her on the ground, you mental morons! I’m gonna have me a real good fuck!”

Denise gasped in horror, understanding what was about to happen, but praying she was mistaken. Hands grabbed at her shirt, ripping it off in one movement, then began pulling on her pants. Squirm and fight as she might, the two men holding her had too tight a grip for her to escape. Tears began to run down her cheeks, and the sight of Jeff Hansen with his pants down and his hard cock protruding from his groin like a deadly lance elicited a scream of terror from her lips.

Ted hid in the bush, waiting for just the right moment to make his move. He’d have only one chance to do anything effective before the gang of rapists pinned him down. He felt certain they’d probably do him a lot of damage. There was a good possibility that he wouldn’t survive their beatings, but if it gave Denise a chance to escape, it would be worth the risk.

Now, four hands grabbed at Denise’s arms and legs, forcing her down on the ground, face up, and pinned her there. Two more hands attached themselves to one leg while one pair held her shoulders, and they forced her legs as far apart as possible. She screamed at the pain, her hip joints throbbing in protest as they rotated as far as human anatomy would allow. In the light, she saw Jeff slowly striding towards her, his eyes locked on her defenceless pussy that was illuminated in the beam of light for all to see. Jeff’s evil facial expression of lustful conquest elicited another scream of terror from her, and the sound almost seemed to feed his desires to conquer this young teen with his invading cock. He kneeled down between her legs, grabbing his massive prick in one hand, and began rubbing the head up and down Denise’s slit. Once more she screamed in horror at his touch, understanding fully now that Jeff had all intentions of forcing himself deep inside her, whether she wanted him to or not. Denise was on the verge of passing out from fright, and she welcomed the blackness of unconsciousness. Before it could claim her for its own, there was a dark shape that flew across her vision, it’s mass colliding with her assailant.

Ted had aimed for Jeff’s upper body, determined to drive him away from poor Denise at all costs. His aim was true, but his weight wasn’t quite as effective as he’d hoped. Wrapping his arms around Jeff’s neck as he sailed through the air, he successfully toppled the would-be rapist over Denise’s thigh, pushing Jeff’s head down sideways, and slamming it against the hard earth. But his trajectory was too high, and he continued to fly through the air another four feet. Just enough that he couldn’t get to Jeff to keep the man from recovering his balance. Rolling onto his feet, Ted launched himself for another attack, flying through the air as he aimed for Jeff’s upper body.

Halfway between take-off and impact, Ted felt something hard strike him square in the gut, driving the breath out of his lungs. He collapsed on the ground, mere inches from his target, only to feel that same object pound between the base of his neck and his shoulder blades. Blackness enveloped him as he passed out from the pain. His last conscious thoughts were of his Denise, still held prisoner by three of Jeff’s goons. He prayed that his actions had persuaded the lusting man that the attack on his intended victim had been foiled. The darkness claimed Ted before he could ascertain the success or failure of his defensive tackle.

“Hold onto that little bastard!” Jeff screamed. “When I’m finished with her, I’m gonna do his fucking ass until he fucking bleeds to death!” Hands grabbed Ted’s limp form, and dragged him to the edge of the circle of light. Realizing that her rescue had been defeated, Denise screamed as loud and as long as her lungs would permit, the shear terror of this ordeal washing over her, and almost convincing her that these were the last moments of her young life.

Down on the beach, Brian and Marsha heard Denise’s screams of terror, as they abandoned their objective of Jeff’s speedboat. The sun had set, and the remaining light was barely bright enough to see the rough outline of the bush they had just navigated. Heading in the general direction of the loud protest they’d heard, both teens broke into a run. Neither one had any idea of how they’d rescue Denise, or whether Ted was still in any shape to be of assistance. All Brian could think of was to get to Denise as fast as he could, and do whatever was possible to rescue her. Silence and stealth were the last things from his mind as he crashed through the scrub and undergrowth. The noise advertised his approach like the whistle of a train.

Marsha had a more rational mind than Brian. She realized that she might be Denise’s last hope for rescue. She was also aware that, if she failed, there was a high probability that her fate would parallel Denise’s. Whatever had happened to elicit those screams of terror, it was also waiting for her. As a result, she held back enough to carefully follow Brian’s progress through the underbrush while allowing her time to observe the situation and formulate some kind of plan. As they approached the area where the terrorizing noises had come from, she was aware of the light cast from the lanterns. The understanding flooded her mind that those lights could afford her clear observation, and also hide her form in their shadows. That would be her biggest advantage.

Brian burst out of the bush and into the arena of Denise’s rape, the vision of her pinned prone on the ground, and Ted’s lifeless form mere feet way, the only details he took note. Without a strategy, he charged towards Jeff’s menacing form kneeling between Denise’s spread thighs. His forward momentum was instantly halted by that same blunt object as it connected with his upper stomach. The quick exhausting of his lungs, accompanied by the pain of ribs cracking, sent bursts of light to cloud his vision. Stunned by the blow, Brian collapsed in a heap of writhing flesh as he hit the ground several feet short of his intended target.

“Jesus Christ!” Hansen yelled at no one in particular. “How many of these stupid sons-of-bitches are there? I’m getting fucking sick of all these interruptions, dammit! If there’s one more attack like that before I fuck the ass off this little tightie, someone’s gonna lose their cock and balls! Get this asshole outta here! I’ll deal with him later, but first . . . ”

With that said, Jeff began to stroke his now semi-hard prick in an effort to return it to its previous state of erection. All the excitement had drained the blood from his engorged cock, leaving him sufficiently soft to prevent penetration of the young pussy that he so desired. Returning to the assault, Jeff began to rub the tip of his cock up and down Denise’s slit, trying vainly to lubricate himself for his attack on her cunt. Just as he attained sufficient hardness to push himself inside her, there was a loud thwack, and the light that had illuminated the scene shone straight up into the sky, instead of on the site of his lustful attack.

Jeff’s aim for Denise’s entrance was off by an inch, but it was enough to deflect his cock away from her opening, and into the juncture between her vulva and her thigh. She felt the stabbing pain as Jeff’s cock drove into her leg joint, then felt his crushing weight on her as he collapsed on top of her, the pain in his groin advertised by the screams in her ear. Jeff had thrust himself towards her with all his strength, and had missed. The resulting contact with the dry skin of her leg had driven his erect phallus back into his groin, resulting in excruciating pain, and an immediate loss of his erection. In the ensuing confusion, she managed to extricate one arm, and immediately used it to pound her attacker’s head mercilessly. As she flailed in panic, she was dimly aware of another thwack from the edge of the circle. Whoever had struck the lamp holder had claimed another victim. Barely understanding that she was on the verge of rescue, Denise continued to squirm and struggle towards freedom, and escape.

Ted slowly regained consciousness. His first realizations were of the sounds of someone being struck resoundingly, and a body landing right beside him. The smell of body odour indicated that it wasn’t anyone he knew. Shaking his head to clear his vision, he became quickly aware that Denise was still struggling to extricate herself from Jeff’s hulking weight. Leaping to his feet in an attempt to save her, the dizziness almost pushed him back into that black pit of unconsciousness. If it hadn’t been for his determination to find Denise, that unconsciousness would probably have won the battle. Diving for where he thought Jeff’s body should be, he flew through the air, missing his intended target completely. Jeff was still sprawled horizontally on top of Denise. The realization that he’d executed another failed attack swept through Ted’s mind, micro-seconds before he felt his shoulder slam into something warm and stubble-covered. The mass moved under his weight and momentum, rendering that unmistakable sound of breaking bone. Ted had no idea of who he’d hit, but the prickling sensations on his shoulder told him it definitely wasn’t Denise; not unless she had started shaving recently.

Denise struggled to get free from the hulking weight perched atop her. Finding curly hair close at hand, she clutched for a handful of the unruly locks and heaved for all she was worth. Her efforts were rewarded by the sounds of Jeff screaming in pain as hanks of hair came loose in Denise’s grasp. The diversion was enough to convince Jeff to roll away from the source of his attack. Unfortunately for him, the space he rolled into was already occupied by Ted, who quickly became aware of who it was that had tried to invade his piece of the cosmos. With all the strength he could muster, Ted delivered a clench-fisted blow, connecting with Jeff’s nose, resulting in a great flow of blood, and a rewarding pain in Ted’s knuckles. Jeff blacked out from the pain, allowing Ted to renew his attack on any missed assailants.

Marsha could barely make out the shapes of moving bodies, let alone identify any of them. She was aware, though, of a lone figure attempting to flee, with another in hot pursuit. Simple deduction told her that the pursuer had to be either Ted or Brian, and she darted to the edge of what had now become a distinct clearing in an attempt to cut off the pursued’s escape. Her intentions were good, but her aim wasn’t. She did connect, but in doing so, dropped poor Ted to the ground.

“Damn it, Marsha! I’m on your side!” Ted exclaimed. “How about you put that thing down, before someone gets hurt?”

“Sorry, Ted,” she apologized, “I was aiming for the other guy! In this light, it’s hard to see who’s who, ya know!”

“Yeah, I know, and I appreciate your intervention attempt, but that fucking thing hurts! What the hell is it, anyway?”

“Umm, I think it’s a broken piece of branch. I got two of those guys, for sure. Are you okay?” Marsha asked with real concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I think so,” Ted assured her, “but it’s Denise I’m worried about. Where the hell is she? I can’t see a damned thing. Where’s that stupid lantern, anyway?” A fast sweep of the clearing showed the lantern, almost buried under Brian’s lifeless form. “Come on, let’s get Brian and Denise out of here, before those assholes regain consciousness!” Ted strongly suggested. With that, Ted managed to revive Brian, then strained to lift him up and onto his feet, while Marsha attended to Denise, who was still in the grip of fear.

“Wha . . . what the hell happened?” Brian asked, still in a daze. He took a step, then winced in pain. “Jesus, I think I broke a rib or something! Damn, but that hurts!” He took a minute to survey the scene, then turned to Ted. “You count how many there were?”

“I think there were five of ‘em. One got away, and the other four are out cold, mostly thanks to Marsha” Ted answered. “We were about to go after him, but neither of you two were in any shape to be left behind.”

“The boat!” Brian exclaimed. “He’s heading back to the boat! If we don’t catch him, or get there first, he’ll take the damned thing and leave us marooned! Then we’ll all be fucked, stuck on this island with these four assholes!” With that, Brian took a long stride as he started to run, then pulled up short, obviously in pain. “Damn! I can’t run with these ribs all busted up! Ted, you and Marsha have got to find that son-of-a-bitch, and make sure he doesn’t take the boat! I’ll help Denise, and catch up to you as soon as we can. Now go!”

Ted and Marsha took off, but in a different direction from the goon they were pursuing. At first, Brian wondered where in the hell Ted was going, then he remembered that Ted knew every short-cut there was on this island. The chances of the two teens arriving at the beach first was a lot better than those of the escaping attacker. Feeling a little relieved with the improvement of their chances, he turned and walked back to Denise.

“Hey, Girl,” Brian said softly, genuine concern ringing in his voice, “how you doing? You gonna be able to struggle back down to the beach? We’ve gotta put as much distance between us and those four as we can, and as quickly as possible. You ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” Denise replied just as softly, “and thanks, Brian. If it hadn’t been for you and Ted tackling those guys, Marsha wouldn’t have been able to find that branch, or whatever maltepe escort it was. And if she hadn’t, they’d have . . .” Her words trailed off as the impact of her close call registered in her brain. She wanted so desperately to sit and have a good cry. Now wasn’t the time, nor was this the place. The tears would have to wait.

“Hey, if it was Marsha in that situation, you’d have done the same, and we both know it. Here, put your arm around my shoulder, and let’s get the hell out of here while we still can” Brian lectured. As much as he wanted to hold Denise and let her know that she was safe again, they had to get back to the beach. But without a light, they’d be half blind. He cursed under his breath.

“We’ll follow Ted’s trail,” Denise suggested, “if we can find it. That boy knows places on this island that don’t exist, I swear! As long as we can follow his trail, we’ll be okay.”

It was a tough struggle following the path that Ted and Marsha had started, and the blackness of the night had both of them stumbling and tripping. Brian took hold of Denise’s hand, his mind making note of just how soft and delicate her skin felt, and how warm and secure he tried to make her to feel in his grip. Maybe, under other circumstances . . . . Right now, though, they needed to get back with the other two as soon as possible.

Ted and Marsha made it to the beach in record time, considering the time of day. They could see stars, but there was no moon out. Running as fast as they could over the soft sand, Ted reached the speedboat a few seconds before Marsha. The two pushed the craft into the water, and Ted made a step with his hands for Marsha to hoist herself up onto the forward deck.

“Get this thing started, then I’ll shove us off” he ordered. Marsha jumped into the cockpit, sliding onto the helmsman’s seat and behind the wheel.

“Ted! There’s no keys! How’re we gong to start this thing?” Marsha cried out in fear. Ted continued to shove the boat back into the water. As long as they were out of reach of Jeff’s goon, they’d be a lot safer.

“Grab a paddle, and start heading us out into the cove! If I have to, I’ll hot-wire this damned barge!” he hissed loudly. Marsha began to search for something to use as an oar, finding a make-shift paddle in one of the gunwale lockers. “Here, give me that, and you steer. I can paddle better than you, and no offense to your gender. Now let’s get the fuck outta here!”

“But what about Brian and Denise? We can’t just leave them here!” Marsha protested.

“If I don’t get this tub running, getting Brian and Dennie out is gonna be academic! Those guys are looking for pussy, and you two girls are what they have in mind. We can go back in for the other two, but first, we have to get that engine started” Ted lectured. She had to admit that his logic made sense, but the fear in her heart for their friend’s welfare was real, too. All she could do would be to follow Ted’s lead.

As they slowly pulled away from the shore, the crashing sounds of breaking bushes drifted across the water. Ted killed the lantern, then pulled on the paddle even harder than before. He knew that the beach dropped off quickly once they were about a hundred feet out, but before then, it was a shallow slope. In the event the intruder really wanted to walk out to them, putting that one hundred feet between them was mandatory.

Brian and Denise broke out of the undergrowth, realizing immediately that the boat was no longer beached. Who had launched it, Ted and Marsha, or Jeff’s goon? Not sure who was in control, Brian froze, pulling Denise to a stop beside him. His first instinct was to shout Ted’s name, but if the goon was still on the beach, they’d need to keep their position secret. All he could do was wait for some indication, then formulate a plan afterwards.

Ted heard his friend come out of the bush, and understood, almost instinctively, Brian’s dilemma. They were close enough to the drop-off that the boat would probably drift out the remaining distance without the use of a paddle.

“Marsha, grab that searchlight, and find the asshole on the beach. Don’t, under any circumstances, shine it on Brian or Denise. No sense giving away their location, and maybe the searchlight will blind that idiot enough that he won’t be able to see. Normally, Brian can outrun almost anyone, but with those busted ribs, I don’t know. Also, he’s gonna protect Denise at all costs. If we can blind the other guy, they may have a chance.” Marsha jumped to the searchlight, flicked the switch, and began to search the beach with the light beam. It was only a moment later that she found her quarry. “Good girl!” Ted cheered. “Now, just keep that light on him. Brian will have to do the rest.”

Marsha’s manoeuver was the break that Brian needed. He signalled to Denise to keep as quiet as she could. It also answered his question as to who commanded the speedboat. Now all he had to do was immobilize Jeff’s side-kick. That would be the trick.

“Denise,” he whispered, “get ready to swim out to the boat. I’ll divert what’s-his-name’s attention. If I can knock him out somehow, I’ll be out there as soon as I can. Just wait for my signal, then run like hell, and swim like there’s no tomorrow. Got it?”

Denise nodded her head, but in the night’s light, no one could see her acknowledging movement. She grunted her understanding, her fear feeding her bloodstream with adrenaline. She squinted in an effort to map out the terrain in her mind, determining that they were only a matter of a few yards from the water.

In the glare of the spotlight, the lone remnant of the gang was blinded, and stumbled towards where he thought the sound of Brian leaving the brush had come. Slowly he advanced on their position, waiting for any further indications of where the two were. A glint of light flashed on the steel knife he held. That sight wasn’t lost on Brian, nor on Marsha. She fought hard to stifle the scream welling up in her throat. Ted had made himself useful by attempting to rewire the boat’s ignition.

“Now, Denise! Run, and don’t look back!” Brian hissed. She felt frozen by her fear, fighting to overcome her leg’s resistance to moving. Breaking free, she dashed towards the water, running as fast as she could, then plunging into the lake’s cold, and swam for the light that shone like the sun. That fear she’d had on the beach refused to allow her to look back; it drove her on, even as the conflict between her own survival and the desertion of her friend washed over her.

Brian watched as his adversary approached slowly, his position well-lit by the searchlight. Tactically, he’d usually have moved behind his opponent, but any stray light would give him away, leaving him without any remaining advantage. As the gang member came closer, Brian scooped up a handful of sand, to be used to blind his adversary. At the last moment, he made his move. Whether it was the shock of the unexpected, or the grit in his eyes, the man dropped the knife and tried in vain to relieve the pain. Brian took advantage of his lapse, running towards the now defenceless adversary, and punched him squarely in the nose. The poor guy never knew what hit him, and he collapsed in the sand. Brian immediately turned and charged into the water, diving in when he was far enough out to float.

Denise had swum to the stern of the boat, pulling herself up on the rear swim-grid, and into the cockpit. Just as she clambered onto the doghouse covering the engine, Ted found the right wiring combination, and the engine leaped into life. As he crawled out from under the dashboard, the sight of Denise safely onboard greeted his eyes, and he dashed to help her, holding her tight in the process.

“Where’s Brian?” he asked. “Isn’t he with you, Dennie?”

“No. He told me to swim like there’s no tomorrow, and I . . . I left him behind! Oh God, what have I done?” she wailed, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. “He . . . he’s saved my life twice tonight, and I left him on that beach! Ted! We’ve got to find him!” she cried. Suddenly, there was a splash at the stern of the boat, and Brian’s head popped into view over the transom.

“Umm, could you two break the reunion for a minute, and give me a hand getting out of this fucking cold water, please?” a familiar voice requested.

“Brian!” Denise screamed. “God, I didn’t know where you were! I just did what you told me to do.”

“I know, and following my directions probably saved my ass, girl” he answered. “Now would somebody get this tub moving, and get us the hell out of here? Please?”

Ted pulled his friend into the cockpit, then jumped behind the wheel, slamming the throttles forward as far as they’d go. The sudden acceleration had both girls scrambling to regain their balance as the powerful craft lifted out of the water, heading for the cove’s entrance. Marsha crawled to where Brian sat, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him passionately.

“Baby,” she said, loud enough to be heard over the screaming engine, “you had me so fucking scared! Don’t you ever do that to me again, hear, or I’ll kick your balls in!” Then she kissed him deeply once more, her tongue duelling with his as she clung to the person that she felt so passionately in love with.

Denise had managed to find her way to Ted’s side, and she clung to his arm tightly. Ted’s attention was split between steering the boat out of the cove, and the warmth of Denise’s kisses on his cheek. The four teens revelled in their closeness, in their friendship, and in their survival of the harrowing assault.

Ted slowed the boat down when they were about a mile offshore, then brought it to an almost complete halt. The rush of adrenaline in his system had finally burned off, and he felt himself shake with relief.

“Okay,” he started, “now that we’ve gotten our asses out of that sling, how the hell do we explain being in Hansen’s boat? And what about Jeff and his asshole friends? Do we just leave them on Skull Island and forget about them, or what?”

“Well,” Brian began, “we could just return the boat, and hope for the best. I doubt we’d get away with it, knowing Old Man Hansen, though. Anyone got an idea?”

There was silence for a few minutes, before Marsha cleared her throat in preparation to say something.

“Umm, here’s an idea” she started. “We make this boat smell like an orgy, then tell Old Man Hansen we found it drifting just offshore. If we suggest that Jeff was engaged in something sexually compromising, but don’t say what, maybe he’ll buy it.”

“Shit, you sure can come up with some wonderfully perverted ideas!” Denise spat out. “How do we accomplish all that?”

“How do you think? We all fuck our brains out, get the deck covered in cum, and make sure no surface goes untouched! After tonight, I’m ready to have Brian fuck me until I squirt! That’s if I can. If Denise or I can squirt, and you guys cum all over the deck, we can have this tub smelling like a brothel by sunrise. Or has someone got a better idea?”

The three others stared at each other, torn between the lustful implications of Marsha’s plan and its implementation. For Brian, the thought of spending the next number of hours lovingly pleasuring his girlfriend’s body was a dream come true. The idea of doing so with Ted and Denise mere inches away turned him right off. If he and Marsha had some privacy, though, he’d be more than willing to spill his seed all over Hansen’s decks.

Ted was all for the idea, and the thought of being buried deep inside Denise’s soft and warm cunt had his cock twitching in anticipation. Denise didn’t look as enthused. Like Brian, she preferred a modicum of privacy. For her, the idea of having Ted’s hard cock deep inside her while Brian and Marsha fucked each other almost right beside them was more than she could handle right now.

“Marsha,” Brian started to object, “as much as your idea has a real appeal, I’m not prepared to just lie in this cockpit beside those two and fuck my brains out. Hell, I’m not made that way. I want you for who you are, not what you are. I don’t think of you as just somewhere warm and wet to stick my cock into. I can’t think of you like that. So, as tempting as your idea might be, it’s not gonna work!”

“Yeah, I’ve got the same problem” Denise added. “As much as I love the feeling of Ted deep inside me, I can’t do it when there’s someone laying right beside me, rutting like a wild animal. I just can’t!”

“Slow down, you two” Ted jumped in. “This boat’s gotta be twenty feet long. If Denise and I take the fore-deck, and you two stay here in the cockpit, there’s a windshield between each couple. It’s not much, but it should be enough. Hell, we were all within twenty feet of each other when we were on the beach, and it didn’t make much difference back there. Why would this be all that different? I mean, it’s not like Dennie and I didn’t know what you two were doing, and I’m sure we weren’t subtle enough that you two couldn’t figure it out. So let’s figure out a way to make this work, instead of excuses.”

“I can understand your objections,” Marsha began to explain, “and under other circumstances, I’d agree with Brian and Dennie. But this is a desperate situation. We may not be stuck on the island with a bunch of rapists any more, but we’re not out of the woods yet, are we? There’s still the matter of getting back to the city, getting rid of this boat, and getting Old Man Hansen off our asses. What I was thinking of was making sure Jeff’s cock gets chopped of in the process. If we started a rumour that he was out on the lake to have sex with his buddies, and let it get spread all over town . . . ”

Marsha took a minute to collect herself, searching each of her three companions. In the dim light cast by the star-filled sky, it was hard to tell what each one was thinking.

“Brian,” she continued, “when we made love on the beach, I wanted you. Not just as someone that would pop my cherry as a courtesy, or as a guy that I thought might be cute enough to turn other girl’s heads. I wanted you as a very good friend, as my boyfriend, as my lover. This idea may sound like just one big fuck session, and maybe it is, to an extent. But if we’re gong to have sex all night, I want it to be with a guy that I love, and that loves me. So does Dennie. The point is, you two guys put your lives on the line for us. We know you love us, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have taken that much of a risk. Right now, I just want to be with you, loving you, pleasuring you, giving myself to you completely, and in any way you want me. Smearing our combined juices all over this boat is a bonus.”

The other three mulled over all that Marsha had said. In an attempt to convince her boyfriend of the honesty of her statements, Marsha moved to where Brian stood, and encircled him with her arms, then kissed him lightly on his lower jaw.

Denise turned to Ted, pulling him to her, and clung to his young body in an attempt to demonstrate to him just how much she wanted to be with him, too.

“She’s right, guys” Ted confirmed. “I want you, Dennie, and for all the reasons that Marsha just mentioned. And, when you think about it, if you and I are making love, and not just fucking for the sake of fucking, we’ll be in a world of our own, even if they’re right beside us. You’re the girl I want to kiss, hold, and be deep inside. If we’re being honest with ourselves, and with each other, what Marsha is proposing will only work if we make love, and not just fuck. Hell, if all we had to do was cover this boat in cum, we could each pick a corner, and do ourselves solo! But I’ll tell you this right now. If you can actually squirt, it’s not going to happen just on my fingers alone. It’ll only happen if it’s you and I together, Denise. I know Marsha wants us guys to pull out of you when we shoot our loads, and I can understand her reason. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. When you took all my seed, back on the beach, I’ve never felt anything so special in my life. If we do this, I’m going to miss cumming inside you, but if that’s what I have to do to be able to love you again tomorrow, it’s a pretty small sacrifice.”

Ted held his girlfriend a little tighter, and Brian pulled Marsha closer to him.

“You really mean all that?” Brian asked Marsha as he softly kissed her forehead. “About being in love with me, I mean?”

“Yep,” she whispered, “wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true, and not just because of what you did to save my ass tonight. I’ve been in love with you for months. It’s not my fault that you’re as dumb as a post, and couldn’t see it.”

“Yeah, well, Ted and me are guys. We can’t read minds, ya know. Just things like newspapers” Brian informed the girls, a sarcastic tone to his voice.

“Oh?” Denise injected. “You mean you’ve graduated from just the pictures? I thought that if a picture wasn’t on three pages and didn’t have staples in one of the folds, you couldn’t understand even those!”

“Quiet, woman, or I’ll put my staple in one of your folds!” Ted retorted. There was a sound of giggles from both girls, both from the sarcastic conversation, and from envisioning Ted’s “stapler” in their minds.

“Seriously though, Marsha, just how did you have in mind to orchestrate this little cum-paint party?” Brian wanted to know.

“Well, I really didn’t have a specific agenda planned, but I have some ideas. Like, Denise and I could masturbate in front of you two, and you guys could jack off. When we all cum, we could smear our juices over the decks. Or, we could all fuck, and you guys could pull out and shoot your cum all over everything. Dennie and I could wipe our juices on the seats. And I was thinking that if you guys fingered us off, maybe one of us girls might find we can squirt. Whichever one can, she’d squirt cum everywhere” Marsha expanded her original idea.

“So what you’re suggesting is that we have a massive jack off party? God, that sounds hot!” Ted exclaimed.

“Actually, it wouldn’t really matter how we came, just as long as we all did, and made sure our juices got spread all over the boat. I’m game, if everyone else is” Marsha went on.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Denise added her vote for Marsha’s idea. “Who wants to start? You guys, or us?”

“I’m in!” Ted declared, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and starting to push them downwards. “Oh, come manavgat escort on Brian,” Ted admonished, “I’m not going to do this all by myself!” By the time he’d finished urging his friend, his semi-erect cock was fully exposed. Not one to be left out, Brian followed suit, removing his pants and shirt, then moving to help Marsha undress.

Denise stared at the two naked boys, fascinated by the size of their members, then began to remove her top slowly and sensually. As she started to take off her shorts and panties, she did a suggestive strip-tease, primarily for Ted’s benefit, but she caught Brian looking at her emerging nudity, too, his eyes as big as saucers. As she revealed her body for both boys to see, she glanced at Marsha, still fully clothed, and gave her a look of encouragement.

“Come on, Marsha,” Denise growled with a hint of annoyance, “you too. After all, this was your idea. If you don’t strip, I’m going to have to take on both these guys all by myself!” The idea of pleasuring the two males simultaneously sent a shiver of lust through her entire system.

Marsha pulled off her top, pushing her chest out to accentuate her breasts, and began to undo her shorts. It was then that Brian became mobilized again, and he stepped towards her with a lustful look in his eyes.

“Here, Sweetie,” he began to offer, “let me help you off with those.” Marsha looked up into Brian’s face, and the anticipation of him undressing her started the flow of lubricating moisture between her thighs. Smiling expectantly, she moved her arms aside so that Brian could finish what she’d started. He gently pulled the front zipper down, then carefully eased both her shorts and her panties over her hips and down her shapely legs, until both garments rested at her ankles. Marsha delicately stepped out of her clothing, posing in such a way that both Brian and Ted could see her naked body full on. The effect on their growing erections was unmistakable. Both boy’s cocks were ram-rod hard, Ted’s pointing straight out, and Brian’s aiming slightly upwards, a slow and gentle curve arching along the length of his now-twitching shaft.

“Mmm,” Denise moaned, “you two look good enough to eat!” Moving to stand beside Ted, she reached for his swollen manhood and began to softly stroke her hand up and down its length. Gazing into his eyes, she leaned into him, planted her pouty lips against his, and began to search for his tongue. Ted wrapped one arm around Denise’s waist, pulling her closer, and cupped her breast with the other hand. They held their lip-lock for over a minute, Denise softly manipulating Ted’s organ as he twisted and pulled her hardening nipple. Breaking their kiss, she gazed wantonly into his eyes, then sank to her knees in front of him. “Mmm, I think this needs a good licking!” she declared, even as her lips began to slide over the head of Ted’s cock.

Marsha had stepped into Brian’s arms, and was softly exploring his hard cock with her soft, smooth fingers, running the tips of them along his length lightly. Brian moaned lustfully at her touch, lost in the sensuous tickling sensations she gave his manhood. Pressing herself tighter to her boyfriend, she grasped his free hand and pressed it to her soft, pliable orb, encouraging him to squeeze it as he flicked his finger slowly over her turgid teat. Her fingers rubbed the hole of his purple helmet, feeling the slippery warmth of his pre-cum, and smearing his juice all over his cockhead. She felt him twitch at her touch, and that throbbing in his shaft got more of her pussy juices flowing. With her other hand, Marsha pulled Brian’s fingers down to her steaming snatch, pushing and forcing them deep into her slit, directing his digits directly to her sopping wet entrance. As Brian slid first one finger, then two into her heated love canal, she moaned a long and happy welcome. With two fingers inside her, she felt deliciously filled, even as he worked them in and out of her cunt to prepare her for his massive cock’s penetration.

Ted felt completely consumed as Denise began sliding him in and out of her mouth, lathering up his shaft a little more with each stroke. Soon she had taken three quarters of his length, and was lightly teasing his balls with one hand, while augmenting her oral action on his cock-shaft with the other. “Oh God, Baby! That feels so fucking good! Suck it! Suck my cock, and make me cream all over this fucking deck” Ted wailed. His enthusiasm drew Brian and Marsha’s attention towards his and Denise’s activities. Brian became aware that Denise had moved one hand between her legs, and was busy rubbing her pussy as she continued to suck on Ted’s glistening cock. The sight sent a thrill through his groin. Both the sight of Ted and Denise, and the shivers she felt run through Brian sent a pre-orgasmic tingle through Marsha’s clit.

“Baby,” she cooed in Brian’s ear, “would you like me to suck your beautiful cock like that? Lick it, slide my lips up and down it, tickle the underside with my tongue, and swallow it down my throat? Hmm? Would you like me to be your very own cocksucker?” The thought of Marsha sucking him was almost too much for Brian, and he groaned loudly in acceptance of her offer. “Say it,” she growled back at him, “tell me what you want. Beg me to suck you, to make you cum, to lick your hard, hairy cock until you shoot your load!”

“Oh God yes!” Brian cried out, “Suck me, Marsha, suck my cock! Suck my hard prick until my spunk spurts out! Jack me off all over this deck!” He went wild with lustful pleas, and Marsha slowly slid down his chest, kissing and lightly biting his nipples as she passed them.

Once on her knees, Marsha began to lick the head of Brian’s cock that she still held captive in one hand. Her descent had pulled his fingers out of her cunt, and she replaced them with three of her own while still lightly tickling and teasing her knotted nub. Kissing his purple helmet, Marsha let her tongue wrap around its ridges just before her lips engulfed his cockhead, the withdrawing him once again, she ran her lips along the underside of his shaft slowly, her tongue tracing the length of him down to his balls, then back up. She moaned sensuously at the lustful wickedness she felt, wanting to pleasure him fully, and herself for his benefit.

“Mmm, Baby.” Marsha moaned softly, “do you like that? Do you like the way I lick your cock, and suck it? Do you like the way I taste your pre-cum? God, I love sucking your cock! It makes me so horny, I want to play with myself! I’m finger-fucking my cunt, right now!”

Brian gasped deeply, her sultry and suggestive words getting him more and more excited, and his cock even harder than it had been. She was being a slut, his slut, and he loved it. Marsha started to take as much of Brian into her mouth as she could without swallowing him down her throat. She knew that if she did deep-throat him, she’d want to keep him there until he filled her belly with his cum. He’d taste so good, but it wouldn’t get the boat’s deck covered in their juices.

“God, yes, Marsha! Lick me! Lick my hard cock! Suck me off, and make me spurt!” Brian repeated. as he leaned back enough to observe her fingers deep between her legs. The vision in his mind of her masturbating almost made him cum with lustful want. “Play with yourself, Girl! Show me your beautiful pussy, full of your fingers, as you make yourself cum!” he howled.

Denise was struggling to keep from swallowing Ted’s cock too, and Marsha’s lust-fulled dialogue wasn’t helping. Like her friend, she had three fingers in her cunt, and was desperately teasing her clit as she strived to push the light tingle in her pussy to that point where it swept through her entire body. Between her masturbation, the taste and texture of her boyfriend’s cock between her lips, and Marsha’s wicked and suggestive descriptions, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She began to groan as her climax threatened to claim her, the vibrations running from her vocal chords directly into Ted’s highly-stimulated erection. The more she groaned, the closer he got to his own orgasm.

“God, Denise, you suck cock so good!” Ted howled. “Suck me hard! Make me go off, Baby! Pump the jizz outta me! Shit, Girl, I’m gonna . . . “ and the last word shot out of him as the first rope of his sticky white goo began its journey up the length of his throbbing shaft, “. . . C-U-U-U-M-M-M!”

Denise felt Ted’s initial spurt hit the back of her mouth, and it was all she could do to overcome her instinct to suck and swallow every drop of Ted’s seed. Reluctantly popping him out of her mouth, she began to violently pump and pull on his gushing cock, the sperm flying everywhere. She refused to give up that first steamy rope, though, instead swallowing it slowly and savouring its taste and texture, while watching the rest of Ted’s load burst forth from his twitching cock. He sprayed his spunk all over the deck, moaning and groaning at the power of his climax. Denise had sucked him off, and it flooded his every sense. Between the sight of Ted’s cum shooting through the air, the throbbing twitches from his cock, and the friction she exerted on her own pussy, Denise went over the edge herself, her orgasm racing through her entire body. As she continued to rub herself in an attempt to maximize her pleasure, Denise felt something hot and wet dribble from her crotch, then another similar burst sprayed over her hand, followed by two more, each one stronger than the previous. She mewled loudly at the joy and ecstasy of her own self-induced orgasm.

With one boy now recovering from his first orgasm, and Denise still lost in the thrill of hers, Marsha became even more turned on. She began to stroke Brian’s cock while still lathering him with her lips and tongue. Even the taste of his pre-cum excited her. What she really wanted to experience was the sight of Brian shooting off while that tingling in her crotch swept up and through her.

“Baby, let me see you cream,” Marsha encouraged her boyfriend, “let me feel this beautiful cock twitch, and jerk, and cum! Oh God, Baby! My cunt’s starting to tingle! Oh yes! I’m going to make myself . . . C-U-U-U-M-M-M!”, and suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up to a sensual and sexual plateau that she’d never been to before. She felt the waves of pleasure take her, possess her, and capture her very essence.

Brian felt overwhelmed by the orgasmic melee surrounding him. First Ted, then Denise, and now Marsha. Each one had attained a climax that called to him, begged him, pleaded with him to join the other three. As hard as he might resist, there was no hope that their fate would ignore him. He felt that familiar tension in his groin, the pressure at the base of his shaft, the tell-tale twitches in his cock, as Marsha stroked him, even as her own climax raced through her. He gazed down at his trembling, shaking girlfriend, herself caught up in the thrill of her cum. The sight of Marsha stroking and sucking his cock, the wicked understanding that she had gotten to her own orgasm through self-pleasuring, and the sounds around him were all it took. He couldn’t have turned back from the oncoming release if his life depended on it.

“Marsha! God, Baby, I can feel it! So close! Do it to me, Girl! Make me cream!” Brian wailed loudly, the pressure of his ejaculation now intense enough that he could almost feel the slow progression of his semen up the length of his cock-shaft. With a final push from his groin, his first rope of boiling hot cum burst from his hole, spurting past Marsha’s shoulder, and landing on the deck, to mingle with Ted’s deposits. Brian screamed lustfully as stream after stream blasted out of his cock, pumped, pulled, and persuaded by Marsha as she tried desperately to maintain some focus on the pulsing man-meat in her hand. Just like Denise, she found the sight of his spurting spunk thrilled her, driving her to milk every drop from his balls, and experiencing another mini-orgasm at the sight.

Many minutes later, the four teens slowly began to recover, their gasps and panting reverberating in the evening air. Ted tried to move his muscles, to reach down for his Denise, his lover, and could barely control his movements. Denise had slumped from her kneeling stance onto the side of her hip, still clinging unsteadily to Ted’s thigh. There was a pool of girl-cum under her butt, now cool to the touch. She didn’t have the strength available to move, to lift herself, to keep the feminine fluid from coating her skin. While Brian leaned against the deck’s edge, he could feel his girlfriend holding onto his waist, her arms wrapped tightly around it, as she fought to remain awake, and aware of her surroundings. Finally, Denise broke the silence, struggling to catch her breath between laboured gasps.

“God, I’ve never cum that hard before!” she exclaimed. “Shit, my ass is soaked. Did you shoot your jizz on me, or something, Ted? Boy of mine, there sure was a lot of it! You must have unloaded a full quart!”

“Umm, I wouldn’t know for sure,” Ted croaked, his breathing still nowhere near regular, “but something hot and wet splashed all over my foot. God, Baby, I think you squirted! Mmm, just thinking about that gets me hot!”

“You actually squirted?” Marsha quizzed her friend. “Awesome! What’s it like? And can you do it again, I wonder? Shit, if even one of us can squirt, we can spray this floating brothel in no time!”

“Not fucking likely!” Denise snapped, “I’ve never done that before, and it sure takes the energy out of me. God, one more cum like that, and you’re gonna have to call Emergency Rescue to lift my body off this tub! I’ll tell you what, though. The next time I squirt, I want to be stuffed full of Ted’s cock, and getting royally fucked half to death!”

Brian finally found the strength to help his girlfriend up to her feet, and Marsha immediately collapsed against him.

“Baby,” he cooed softly in her ear, “the way you teased me with all those words? God, that makes me so horny! That was the best cum I’ve ever had!” He kissed her temple softly, then lifted her head to capture her waiting lips, feeling her tongue demanding his, her insistence forcing him to be dominated, to surrender himself, to capitulate to her need for his closeness. He groaned in blissful defeat as Marsha staked her claim on his body.

“I’m wiped” Ted wheezed. “Marsha’s plan sounded great when she first came up with it, but I don’t know if I could cum again before sunrise. Geez, Dennie, you sucked the life right out of me!”

“Yep, and I’m gonna suck you again until you’re hard enough to fill my empty cunt,“ Denise growled, “then I’m gonna fuck your ass until we both wash this damned deck with our combined juices! If you think I’m gonna be satisfied with just my fingers, Bub, I got bad news for you! You’ve got my pussy begging for some hard cock, fucking me deep, making me cum all over it. But there’s only two available guys on this barge, and Brian’s got his work cut out for him already! If Marsha’s even half as horny as I am, neither one of you two are gonna walk straight for a fucking month!”

Marsha had be pensively quiet, her mind racing to find a way to get her shipmates horny enough to engage themselves in another sexual bout.

“Dennie,” she growled lustfully, “I want to see you squirt again. Sit your ass down on that seat, and do yourself in front of us. Show us your fuck-hole, your pink little inner lips. Finger yourself off in front of all of us. I need these guys hard again, and I’ll bet that’ll do it.”

“Yeah, Baby. Show us how you make yourself cum!” Ted growled with an encouraging tone. He stepped forward for a better view as Denise plunked her ass on the seat, then slid forward, her thighs spread wide as she presented her pussy for her three sex-mates. Her fingers slowly slid down her belly and into her slit, then she lightly tickled her still-swollen clit. A jolt shot through her crotch, and she pulled her hand away quickly.

“I can’t!” she cried out. “I’m too fucking sensitive! My poor clit almost hurts, it’s so abused!”

“Baby, it’s either that, or I’m going to lick and suck your cunt until you gush all over my face. Your choice, but God, the thought of you playing with yourself turns me on!” Ted declared.

“No, Ted. I can’t. Not right now, anyway.” Denise pleaded. “My cunt needs cock. Fuck me, Baby, and let my poor clit have a rest. Maybe later, after we’ve screwed each other for a while, but not right now. I’ll do myself for you, if you want me to. I promise. But my pussy’s so overstimulated after that last cum, I just can’t right now.”

Marsha had strategically placed herself between the two boys, and took their limp cocks in her hands, beginning to stroke both in an effort to make them hard again. Brian moaned delightedly at her touch. Ted withdrew in defensive reaction, but not enough to pull himself from Marsha’s insistent grip.

“I’m going to jack you two until you’re both hard, then make you both shoot your wads. You’re gonna cream all over this deck if we have to keep going until sunrise, and that’s a promise, not a threat” she told both boys in no uncertain terms. “Dennie, give them something inspirational. Show them your cunt. Open your lips and let them see that place they want to stuff their hard, thick, cum-filled cocks.” Denise looked hesitant, more because of the discomfort she felt in her clit than anything else. “Do it, Girl,” Marsha commanded, “before I get between your legs and eat your pussy! That would get these horny guys hard in no time, but we need their jizz spurting on the deck. You gonna do yourself, or would you rather I licked your cunt . . . again. Remember how good you said it felt that time I did you?”

“God damn it, Marsha! That’s fucking cheating, and you know it!” Denise howled. “Besides, we were both so fucking horny that night, and I hadn’t lost my cherry back then. Now that I’ve felt a guy’s cock inside me, I’m not sure I could get it on with a girl again! But you sure did make me cum that night!”

Ted and Brian both looked at each other with a blank expression, before Brian asked the question burning in both his mind and Ted’s.

“You two girls got it on with each other? Wow! And all this time, we both thought you two were a bit . . . prudish? Is that the word I want? Anyway, it turns out that you can be a couple of real sluts, and I, for one, absolutely love that! Shit, marmaris escort would that ever be like our own live porn performance, eh Ted?” Brian’s re-stiffening cock twitched in Marsha’s hand, and she felt Ted becoming hard, too. The pulsing of blood in his veins felt so good as she began to slowly stroke both of them. “God, Ted,” Brian groaned, “she’s gonna jack us both off! My poor nuts are gonna hate me in the morning, but right now, I don’t give a shit!”

The sight of Marsha jacking both boys finally had its effect on Denise, and she began to slide her finger down her slit, around her swollen nub, and dip into her slick hole. She loved to masturbate, and doing so in front of an audience made it that much more pleasurable to her. Both boys were mesmerized, staring at the sex scene unfolding before them and frozen like deer caught in the glare of headlights. The two boys groaned in lustful delight, and their groans were echoed by Marsha as she found herself getting more and more turned on by the sight of her friend exposing her pussy’s pink inner lips for all three to see. She wasn’t sure yet if she was actually bisexual, but the sight of Denise pleasuring herself had Marsha’s blood racing. That sight, and the fact that she had two guys to pleasure, was enough to force a sensuous growl from deep inside her.

“Ted,” Brian whispered, “finger her cunt. I want to feel up her ass.” Ted slowly moved his hand until he covered Marsha’s mound, then ran a finger down her slit, teasing her clit, and searching for her entrance. She opened her stance, encouraging him to explore her pussy some more. She also felt Brian’s hand sliding up and down her ass, his fingers spreading her cheeks apart as he explored her crack. Softly rubbing the delicately smooth skin of her cheeks, he lightly touched her pucker, tickling and teasing her hole as she mewled in delight. Marsha threw her head back and surrendered to the two males intent on giving her all the pleasure they could.

“Yes, Baby,” she growled, “do me there! Open me up, and finger my horny little ass!” Brian removed his finger just long enough to spit some lubricant on it, then returned, pressing against her sphincter until it began to yield to his intrusion. Marsha gasped deeply in delight as she felt herself being invaded. She’d never had anyone take her back there, but now she wanted to feel herself being opened, making her ready for penetration, and ultimately, to feel Brian thrust himself deep into her bowel as he violated her willing asshole. Just the thought of getting ass-fucked made her cunt pulse and tingle. Ted’s finger inside her felt so good, but one wasn’t enough.

“More, Ted,” she pleaded, “put another finger inside me! Finger-fuck me until I cum!” Ted eased another finger inside her steaming hot hole, while making sure his palm slid tightly over her clit. She groaned with the pleasure of feeling even more full inside. “Baby,” Marsha begged her boyfriend, “open me up some more. Get my hole stretched, so I can take this magnificent cock of yours up my ass!” Brian began to insert another finger slowly, feeling her muscles relax as he prepared her for his now-throbbing manhood. As soon as she felt her hole was ready, she invited him to take her. “Now, Baby! Give me that hairy hard cock, up my asshole!” Marsha screamed. “Fuck me deep!” As she felt him begin to slide his fingers back out, she held her breath in anticipation of his meaty manhood entering her.

Brian rubbed his cock up and down in her slit to lubricate himself, then pressed the tip against Marsha’s little brown rosebud, slowly feeling himself slide into her bowel. He was rewarded with a lustful moan of pleasure as he kept pushing, finally buried to the hilt inside her ass. God, she was tight on his cock! He’d never felt anything like it before, and the thrill almost made him shoot his wad immediately. He groaned at the delirious joy in Marsha’s possession of his cock as he felt her tighten her muscles, then force them to relax. With slow and deliberate strokes he began to fuck her, revelling in the glory of her hole.

Denise had been watching as the two boy’s cocks had been pulled and stroked, and the sight had excited her more than she realized. Understanding that Brian was now buried deep in Marsha’s ass while she stroked Ted’s throbbing cock made her want to see Ted spurt his seed again. She purposely exhibited her opened cunt for his viewing pleasure, teasing him as she slipped first one, then two, and finally three delicate fingers up her canal. Ted’s eyes were rivetted to the sight of his masturbating girlfriend’s delicious fuck-hole. Finally, she couldn’t take any more.

“Baby,” she groaned as Ted’s purple helmet disappeared in Marsha’s fist, “I need fucking, so bad! Come give me that big cock! Stuff it in my hot little cunt, and fuck me until I cum!” she begged. Ted slipped his fingers out of Marsha, and kneeled between Denise’s widely-parted thighs, aiming himself at her entrance, then pushing into her until he was completely buried. “Oh God, yes! Fuck me deep and hard, while I finger my clit! I’m going to squirt all over that gorgeous cock of yours! Do it! Do my cunt, Baby!” Denise cried out loudly. She wrapped her legs around Ted’s waist, holding him deep inside her, capturing him as he began to pump himself in and out of her steaming hot cunt. She could hear Ted’s grunts as he drove his prick into her vigorously, his demands for release permeating the very air they breathed.

Marsha had replaced Ted’s now-departed fingers with two of her own, her fingernails sliding along the hard shaft buried in her ass, feeling Brian’s cock pumping into her, separated from her fingers only by the thin membrane between her two canals. She could feel the ridges of his purple helmet, and tickled his most sensitive spot at the edge of that swollen tip. With her palm pushed against her clit, she began to rub herself off, loving the reality of being filled up so fully in both locations. She could also feel Brian’s nut sac as it slapped against her knuckles, its moistness sending shivers down her fingers and into her pussy. Soon that familiar tingle in her knotted nubbin began to make itself known, and she felt herself begin to gasp as her body anticipated her orgasm.

Denise’s climax started slowly in her clit, then rushed to cover every part of her. She rubbed herself harder, trying to escalate her cum in hopes of squirting one more time. With a final surrender to her body’s demands, she inhaled sharply, then screamed loudly as her orgasm overruled every other sensation, save for the friction of Ted’s heavily-thrusting shaft inside her.

“God, Baby,” she groaned, “I’m going to cum! Fuck me hard, deep! Shit, here it . . . “, and her body began to tremble and shake violently as her climax erupted, and those delicious reactions smashed inside her head, creating a blur of bright lights behind her closed eyelids. She felt her pelvis contracting, pushing, and being washed by that hot wetness again.

“Yes, Baby,” Ted groaned, “cum for me! God Girl, you’re doing it! You’re squirting all over my cock! Fuck, that feels so fucking good! Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

“Pull out, Ted!” Marsha yelled, a note of panic in her voice. “Spurt your spunk all over her pussy! Make it count, and spray it on the deck!” She reached forward with her free hand and began to fondle Ted’s balls, then stroked him as he withdrew, pumping and pulling on his cock as his searing sperm spurted over Denise’s still-twitching pussy, then dripped to the deck below. The spasms of his shaft as it pumped his seed drove her to a climax of her own.

Still with her fingers stroking in and out, Marsha became more aware of the pleasurable reactions Brian was delivering to her asshole. She felt so full, so complete as he began to fuck her harder, deeper, with a more demanding action. She was his slut, to be used in any way he wanted her, and she gave herself so willingly to him. As her fingers teased and tickled both her cunt and her clit, Marsha became focused on that tell-tale tingling in her pussy, its insistence on taking control of her senses and her body, spurred on by both the twitching cock in her hand and the one pounding up her deliciously violated ass. As her focus concentrated even more on her orgasm, she fell forward, finding herself pushed against Ted’s pumping ass cheeks, her head resting on the small of his back. Still stroking Ted’s twitching cock, Marsha let the delight of her orgasm sweep through her, surrendering to its dominance as she shook and spasmed, feeling the heat of her cum juices as they trickled down her thigh. A series of short but loud screams announced to everyone that she, too, had been caught up in the energy of their sexual frenzy.

Marsha’s rear entrance alternately grabbed and released Brian’s cock from its grip as she continued to be swept by the effects of her cum. He was dimly aware of the oozing flow of Marsha’s girl-cum as she coated his balls with her slippery juices, resulting in a warming of his sac, followed by a cooling of them as the night air drifted over his bag. Combined with the fondling that his girlfriend was responsible for, he felt himself tighten and lift, and his cock begin to twitch as it got itself ready to deliver his sticky white goo. He dimly remembered that he was supposed to pull out of her, but the tightness and warmth of her hole felt so damned good, he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to do so.

“Oh God, Baby!” he groaned lustfully. “I’m gonna cum! Gonna fill your beautiful ass with my jizz!”, and he pushed himself deep inside her in preparation for the coming explosion of his throbbing cock, and the steaming spunk it would spurt.

“No, Brian!” Marsha screamed, even as the euphoria of her climax still washed over her. “Spurt yourself in my crack! I want your creamy cum on my ass! Give me your heated goo all over my cunt lips! Please, Baby, please!” she pleaded. It was all Brian could do to pull out of her as the first sticky rope of cum burst forth, spraying itself on and over Marsha’s twitching little rosebud pucker. With the heat of his seed transferring to her ass, Marsha groaned in thankful delight as her tight little bubble butt was covered with the life-generating fluid from Brian’s balls. He humped her crack, each stroke between the creamy soft cheeks leaving another string of his juices to warm her delicate skin.

The foursome collapsed on each other, each one exhausted from the strenuous exertions of their muscles as they pleasured each other and themselves. Brian held Marsha’s wriggling body tightly to himself, reluctantly acknowledging the softening of his manhood after its release. She smeared his cum on his groin, then struggled to get up onto her feet.

“Where you going?” Brian begged, the coolness of his cum-covered skin returning him from the glow of his orgasm, as the night air pulled the heat out of the gooey splotch Marsha had left.

“I’m gonna wipe your cream all over the helmsman’s seat” she answered, weaving like a drunkard as she made her way to the command centre of the boat. “I’ve got your cum juice on my ass, and a pussy wet with my own juice to spread around. Then I’m coming back here to curl up in your arms. God I think I’m about ready for a good sleep, if I don’t pass out first.”

Denise struggled under Ted’s weight as she attempted to join her friend’s “smear campaign”. “Hold on a minute, Marsha. I’ve got some more cum to spread with you. That’s if I can stand up again.” She tried to push her way out from underneath her boyfriend, finally giving up as he proved to be heavier than she realized. “Ted. Move your ass, would you? I’ve got to get up, before I pee all over you, and before I wash all these juices off when I do.” Ted strained to move himself, the weariness of their sexual exertions overtaxing his muscles.

Brian grabbed a rag from the boat’s gunwale locker to wipe himself off, then took the cum-soaked piece of cloth and spread its contents on whatever surfaces he could reach. As he began to rub his and Marsha’s combined gloop on the boat’s decks, he added Ted’s spilled semen to the mix, grinding the concoction into the craft’s woodwork. Hopefully they’d all expelled sufficient bodily fluids to accomplish Marsha’s initial objectives. As soon as he and the girls had turned the vessel into a sex-juice scow, he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, curled up on the foredeck, and drifted into a deep and refreshing sleep. The last thing he remembered was hearing Marsha’s soft and steady breathing as she, too, fell into a much-needed slumber.

Denise climbed up on the dash and sat on the edge of the windshield frame, then relieved herself onto the glass. As soon as she felt that her bladder was completely emptied, she returned to Ted’s waiting arms, joining him in the dark arena of blissful sleep. It was several hours later when any of them woke again, the cool lake air chilling their skin.

“Whew!” Ted exclaimed, his loud exclamation waking the other three. “God, this tub smells like a fish packer! I sure hope this is what you had in mind Marsha, because I doubt I could cum again for another couple of hours!”

“Yech!” Marsha responded. “Well, we sure did get everything covered in sex juice, that’s for sure. I just hope Old Man Hansen gets a whiff of this shit before it clears. My idea is to leave him a note telling him his boat was found drifting out on the lake, and abandoned. We’ll leave the speculation of where it was found, and who had the boat in the first place, up to his imagination.”

“Umm, let’s leave it until first light,” Brian added, “and see if we can find our own boats. If we can rig the automatic bailer up, maybe we can pump enough water out of the hulls to tow them back home? I’m not too keen on having to replace mine, and I don’t think Ted is either.” Ted’s nodding head signalled his concurrence with Brian’s premise.

Two hours later, the sun finally lightened the sky sufficiently for them to search for the two disabled craft. They located Brian’s overturned hull within thirty minutes, but needed almost a full hour after that to spot Ted’s swamped boat. Another hour’s worth of pumping removed enough water to allow the two craft to float again. The boys lashed the sailboats together, then attached a towline to them and began the trip back towards the city’s marinas. They’d barely gotten underway when the Lake Patrol vessel came upon them, having been running a search around Cormorant Island, the site of the first channel buoy they’d used yesterday as a race marker.

Pulling alongside the speedboat, the Patrol hailed them, demanding that they heave to. Brian complied, waiting for the patrol’s crew to come aboard.

“You’re Brian Whatcom, aren’t you?” the patrol officer said, more as a statement than a question. “I recognize you from your Dad’s work for the Patrol service. We’ve been looking for you four since late last night. How come you’re still out, and in this boat? This belongs to Hansen’s doesn’t it? Care to explain?”

“Well, Officer, we were out sailing yesterday when this boat came flying up from out of nowhere, and blasted between our sailboats. The wake swamped Ted, and flipped mine over. We had to swim over to the island. When we got there, this boat was floating about a hundred yards offshore, deserted and abandoned. There wasn’t enough light to make it back to town, so we waited until first light this morning, and salvaged our own boats. Now, we’re hoping to be able to get back to the marina, call Mr. Hansen, and start repairs on our sailboats.”

The officer took one whiff of the disgustingly-scented air, wrinkled his nose, and almost looked nauseated. “Good grief, this thing smells like a busy brothel!” he observed. “What the heck happened to make it stink this bad, anyway?” The two girls fought hard to cover their stifled snickers as Ted voiced his fabricated theory.

“As a guess, I’d say either someone was poaching, or having one heck of an orgy, sir. There’s some stuff smeared all over the place, and I don’t think it’s fish guts. Who knows what happened, for sure, or for that matter, where they got to?” Ted suggested. “All we know is that the boat was abandoned, and we’re trying to return it to Hansens, as well as get our own boats back home.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea” the officer agreed. “Do you want an escort back, or will you be okay on your own?”

“No, we should be fine, thanks” Brian told the officer. “It’s only fifteen miles or so back to the marina. Once we get back, we’ll phone Mr. Hansen, and he can do whatever he wants with his speedboat. That’s assuming he can handle the stink.”

“Okay, but you kids be careful. There’s another bad wind expected later this morning. We’ll keep an eye out for you on our way back. Meanwhile, we’re searching for Jeff Hansen. It seems he cleaned out his father’s liquor cabinet and disappeared. Maybe he’s still on Cormorant Island?” All four teens just shrugged their shoulders as the officer made his way off the speedboat and back to the patrol vessel. As soon as he was out of ear-shot, Marsha burst into a fit of laughter.

“You bastard, Brian Whatcom! You never said anything about Skull Island! How long are you going to wait until you tell someone?” she voiced between giggles.

“Oh, I don’t know. A couple days, maybe? Like eight, ten, thirty-five? That should give Hansen time to cool his balls!” he suggested. “I’d like to talk to Lucy Rasmussen when we get back, though. She might not be able to open that old rape case again, but her testimony sure will help ours. Personally, I want that asshole’s balls for bookends for what he tried to do to Denise! But sitting out here in the middle of a lake isn’t going to do us any good, so let’s get moving, shall we?”

Marsha leaned into her boyfriend and kissed him lightly on the cheek, then went over to Ted and kissed him as well. Denise followed suit, hugging Ted close to her when it was his turn.

“What was that for?” Brian asked.

“Oh, just a couple of girls that really appreciate you rescuing them,” Denise told both of them, “and hoping that you’ll fuck them again, as sweetly and wonderfully as you did last night. God, you two were magnificent! My pussy’s still tingling! You three showed me things about myself that I never knew!”

“Like the fact that you really can squirt when you cum?” Ted quizzed.

“Among other things” Dennie answered, a lascivious hint to her voice. “If you guys are really good boys, we’ll even show you . . . maybe.”

The invitation to engage in more sexual activities was there, but would the boys be able to keep up with their new girlfriends?

Well, to be frank . . . .

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Doggy Styles 6 – Sultan’s Reward (Bestiality, Ff, young)

Summary – Claire has some trouble training Sultan, Tori’s Great Dane

Previous Chapter Summary – Claire and her mother shared something very special.

Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals or sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can ruin your life. Don’t ruin your, or other people’s lives!

It was graduation day at Mrs. Hill’s obedience class. Claire Davis waited nervously with her handsome German Shepard, Duke. She watched the other owners walking their dogs while Mrs. Hill shouted out instructions: “Heel! Stop! Sit! Stay! Lay-down!”

Claire’s turn was next. She reached down and scratched Duke behind the ears. He looked up at his master and panted, his big pink tongue hanging out of mouth. His white teeth glistened as he smiled happily at her and wagged his tail. Then, at Claire’s command, Duke quickly got up and waited at her side. Claire led Duke around the ring, repeating Mrs. Hill’s instructions. After a few agonizing moments, it was over, and Claire took a long, shaking, breath. “Whew!”

“You did great, Duke! Good boy!” Claire said, praising Duke.

To Claire’s surprise, Mrs. Hill awarded Duke the first-placed ribbon. Claire was so proud! The other owners congratulated her, agreeing with Mrs. Hill’s decision. They deserved it.

“You and Duke have really done well, Congratulations!” Mrs. Hill said to Claire, after the other owners had left. “You really have a way with animals.” She patted Claire’s shoulder awkwardly and then petted Duke. She seemed more comfortable with animals than humans. “Come back to the office, I have something for you.”

Claire and Duke followed Mrs. Hill to her office. “First place ribbons sometimes come with an award. Just for special dogs and their owners, like you and Duke.” She presented Claire with a nail-grinder for Duke’s toenails. “I usually try to give a small prize to someone I feel has really excelled in my class. This makes a dog’s nails much smoother so they won’t scratch you so badly,” Mrs. Hill said, smiling.

“Thanks! Duke really scratched me up the first time we…,” Claire started to say. “I mean…”

Mrs. Hill smiled knowingly, and didn’t let Claire finish her sentence. “Well, now he won’t scratch you so badly,” she said. She then showed Claire how to use the device. Duke’s toe-nails were soon smooth and perfectly rounded.

“Duke did very well out there,” Mrs. Hill said. “How is the ‘other’ training going? Duke’s little problem we talked about? He seems so well behaved now,” she teased, watching Claire face bloom a little bit pink from embarrassment.

“Duke never puts his nose where it doesn’t belong now,” Claire said proudly. “Unless you ask him to.”

“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Hill said. She slyly winked at Claire and said, “I’d like see what other tricks you have taught him sometime.” She smiled at their private joke.

“Duke!” Claire said, determined to show her teacher how well Duke had learned his lessons. She pushed out her crotch and said, “Duke! Sniff-the-Bitch!”

Duke immediately shoved his nose under Claire’s short skirt and sniffed repeatedly at her sex.

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Hill said. “I didn’t mean for you to…. Oh, never mind,” Mrs. Hill decided. She knew her and Claire were kindred spirits when it came to canine love. “What else does he know?” Mrs. Hill was very curious now, wondering what other tricks Claire had taught him.

“He knows lots of tricks!” Clair said proudly. “He can Lick-the-Bitch and Fuck-the-Bitch, and…”

“Bark!” Duke interrupted. He had become excited, hearing his special commands.

“No, Duke, not now, boy!” Claire said. “We can play later. I promise. Sit!”

Duke sat, his long, pink, penis now poking out from his sheath.

Claire continued. She whispered into Mrs. Hill’s ear while keeping an eye on Duke, “He knows Bitch-Hand-Job and Bitch-Blow-Job, too!”

“Uh, that’s very nice, Claire,” Mrs. Hill said. “You two have been busy!” Now Mrs. Hill was blushing.

“Yeah, like I said, he don’t try to sniff anyone’s pussy unless I tell him to. And he doesn’t try to hump everybody’s legs since I’ve been jacking him off and stuff, like you said.”

“Well, I only explained how professional dog breeders…, Oh forget it.” Mrs. Hill dropped all pretenses. Since they shared a special love for the furry, loving, animals, she didn’t need to pretend any longer.

“And your mother?” Mrs. Hill asked. “No more threats about having him castrated?”

“Oh no!” Claire said. “Mom loves Duke now!” She giggled. She was so excited to be able to talk to someone about dogs, dog training, and dog-sex!

“I caught them tied together the other day – it was so funny! And, gosh! Mom was so embarrassed! But, I could tell she really liked it, you know? Especially after I had heard her begging for Duke’s big dick! Ha! Ha! Ha!

“Anyway, I showed mom all of his other tricks. Now, she takes care of him after school when I’m training Sultan. She can’t wait to meet Sultan when he’s trained. She asks me about him almost every day!” Claire made her voice sound higher, mocking her mother. “‘How’s Sultan’s training coming along?’ ‘When are you bringing him over to see me?’ She’s acting really, really, slutty lately.”

Then, Claire remembered something. “Hey, maybe you can help me with Sultan?”

“Well, I don’t know…” Mrs. Hill began. This young girl was talking as if training dogs for sex was the most natural thing in the world! Did she really want get involved with such a girl?

And, it seemed Claire had no filter between her brain and her mouth when it came to ‘puppy-love,’ as Mrs. Hill liked to call it.

“So, like I’m having trouble with Sultan. I go to Tori’s house every day after school, I mean Mrs. Norris’s house, and…”

“That Sultan? The Great-Dane? Mrs. Norris purchased him from me. Yes, he’s very unruly and very difficult to train. I was happy to find him a good home.”

“Well, Tori is paying me to train him. But he’s worse than Duke ever was! Shoving his nose up every girl’s twat and humping things.” Claire added, her mind jumping from one thought to another, “Oh, we’re attending your obedience school class next week! It will be fun!” She then got around to Sultan’s training. She continued, “But, I don’t know if he’s stupid, or not able to remember his lessons, or what’s wrong with him? He seems to do very well when I’m with him, but the next time, it’s like he’s forgotten everything I’ve taught him!”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, I taught him all the basic commands, sit, stay and stuff, and then Sniff-the-Bitch, and Lick-the-Bitch, you know? Oh, he really loves Bitch-Hand-Job!” Claire said enthusiastically, making long jerking-off motions with her hand. “But then the next day, he’s shoving his nose in my twat again! Without permission! He knows better than that! Why is he forgetting everything so soon?”

“Well, he’s always been difficulty to train. He is very, ah, how shall I say it?”

“Horny?” Claire asked.

“Yes,” Mrs. Hill said. “And he’s still immature, remember. But, he always was very, very, eager, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, he’s eager for the beaver all right. His big ol’ doggy-dick is always wanting attention! And, it’s huge!” Claire held out her hands to show Mrs. Hill how big Sultan’s cock was.

Mrs. Hill nervously cleared her throat, recalling Sultan’s swollen dick from the brief time he had spent at her kennels. Her mind wondered for a bit. She smiled. Then, thinking about Claire’s problem, she mentally ran down the list of reasons why Sultan might be having problems learning. She considered one possibility and pondered on it. ‘No. Maybe? No. Well, probably. Yes. That must be it,’ she decided.

Mrs. Hill said, “Did you ever consider he was relearning his bad habits from someone else?”

“From someone else?” Claire repeated. “But from who? Oh, you mean Tori!” Claire exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not accusing her of anything, of course,” Mrs. Hill said nervously, “But sometimes an owner can mistakenly undo years of..,”

“Oh!” Claire exclaimed, interrupting. “So, you mean while I’m teaching him not to sniff and lick pussy until I tell him to, Tori is letting him, or making him, lick her pussy?”

Mrs. Hill only raised her eyebrow and studied Claire countenance. She could see the young girl’s mind whirling in thought.

Mrs. keçiören escort Hill quickly changed the subject. “Hey, do you still want to work with me this summer, Claire?” With Claire’s already formidable knowledge, she would be a great addition to her business operations.

“Oh, I don’t know, I really want to! But, I have Sultan to train, and mom is telling everyone how good I am at training randy dogs – I’m already getting asked to take on more dogs, but I don’t know how, or when…,”

“Listen, I can help with that. I’ll make you a deal. You can rent the little out building on my property and do your training there. I only use it for storage, now and it will be perfect for you.” Mrs. Hill noticed Claire had become concerned when she mentioned charging her for the room

She took Claire’s hand. “Legally, I have to charge you something, Claire. It won’t be much, I promise,”

Claire brightened immediately and gave Mrs. Hill a hug.

“I’m sure you would appreciate a little privacy for your, uh, special training.” Mrs. Hill smiled, squeezing Claire and then letting her go. “And, I need help with the dog grooming as well as some extra help in the kennels. It would be a great learning experience for you, since you love dogs as much as I do.”

“Wow! That sounds great!” Claire said. She would have her own place to train her dogs, and she knew she would learn all kinds of things from Mrs. Hill. She couldn’t wait for school to be let out for the summer!

The two briefly discussed Claire’s pay and the rent, and then Mrs. Hill showed Claire and Duke around the place. When Mrs. Hill showed Claire the kennels, and she saw all the pretty doggies in their large cages, mostly large breeds, she giggled in happiness. She looked them over and noticed how happy they were to see her too. Some of their pink doggy dicks were already poking out with excitement.

“Wow, I think I’m going to love working here!”

Claire jingled her keys at the front door or Mrs. Norris’s house Monday afternoon. She could hear Sultan’s deep throated barking coming from the backroom before she even opened the door.

Claire “Hey boy! You ready to get out of there?”

Opening the cage, Claire petted Sultan as he jumped, twirled and happily tried to lick her face. He was so very happy to see her again! He tried to sniff Claire’s pussy, but Claire was ready and stopped him before he could get his nose into her crotch. She led him out and watched him race around the yard. Such a handsome, healthy, animal!

While Sultan was out. Claire removed her skirt and panties. She rubbed herself while she waited for Sultan, getting her pussy nice and wet. She let Sultan in, grabbed his collar, and led him to the living room.

“Sit!”

Sultan sat.

Claire positioned herself on the edge of the couch and spread her legs.

“Stay!”

Sultan whined. He could smell her sweet, wet, pussy.

Claire began to finger herself, making the whole room smell of hot, wet, cunt. She waved her slick fingers and hand, making sure Sultan received a good sniff of her sex. Sultan sniffed the air, got up and walked to Claire. He was going to feast on her sweet pussy!

“Sultan! No!”

Claire clamped her legs together. She got up from the couch and pulled Sultan back to his place.

“Sit! Stay!”

She returned to the couch and tried again. Sultan lasted a little longer this time, but his hardening penis led him towards Claire’s pussy again.

“Oh, what am I going to do with you, Sultan?” She tried three more times and gave up in frustration.

“Hmmm,” she thought, “Maybe he was too excited from being in his cage all day?” Claire put her skirt back on, wiped her pussy with her panties, and took Sultan on a nice, long walk. He did very well while practicing his leash training. He got a sniff of Claire’s wet panties when he was good and didn’t get to sniff her sweet odor when he was bad. He so wanted to be good!

Claire finally led him home after a long, long walk. She was tired, and hoped Sultan would be better behaved now.

Claire put Sultan in his place.

“Sit! Stay!”

She sat on the edge of the couch. She opened her legs. She fingered her pussy. Sultan’s cock grew hard but he waited. Claire was just about to let his sniff and lick her cunt when he got up and stalked over to once more.

“Sultan! No! Bad dog! No pussy for you today! No Lick-the-Bitch or Bitch-Hand-Job either!” She sadly led Sultan back in his cage. She regretted it nearly as much as he did. She had been looking forward a nice, long, pussy licking and also the thrill of seeing Sultan’s big, doggy-dick squirting his sweet, doggy-cum! But, Sultan had to learn his lesson!

Claire quietly turned the doorknob after sliding in her key and unlocking Mrs. Norris’s front door. She had purposefully left behind her book bag from school to give herself an excuse to return to Tori’s home. Claire had to find out why Sultan had done so well last week but had forgotten everything over the weekend.

Claire sneaked into the entryway and listened for something besides her pounding heart.

“If Mrs. Norris has been messing up all my hard work training Sultan,” Claire thought, “I’ll…, I’ll…,” Well, she didn’t know what she would do, but she would be very angry!

She grabbed her book bag and tip-toed into the hallway. Listening carefully, she could hear Mrs. Norris talking to someone. Then, she heard Sultan whining. Claire walked down the hallway to Mrs. Norris’s bedroom.

“Come on Sultan! Eat mommy’s pussy boy! What’s wrong with you? You used to love to make your mommy cum!”

Tori was too occupied to notice Claire peering around the edge of the half-opened door. Sultan was sitting before Tori. His cock was hard. Claire could tell Sultan was clearly agitated and conflicted. He whined again. Tori was naked on the bed. Her legs spread wide. She was fingering her wet pussy, trying to entice Sultan to lick it. She fondled her large breasts in frustration.

Poor Sultan didn’t know what to do. The nice young girl had taught him not to sniff or lick until she said the special words. And, his master was teasing him with her sweet-tasting fuck-hole. He knew he might be punished if he disobeyed. The nice young girl might take away her pussy for a long, long time, like she did earlier today. He whined again.

“Oh, Sultan, you’ve been acting funny all weekend. Why? Why don’t you want to lick mommy’s pussy anymore?”

“Bang!” The bedroom door flew open. “Because I’ve been training him not to, like you’re paying me to do Tori!” Claire said loudly.

Tori jumped! She squealed! She tried to cover herself! She looked at Claire with surprise, fear and slow realization followed by absolute, utter, shame!

“How dare you torture this poor animal!” Claire said. She was very angry at Tori. All of her hard work was nearly ruined. And the suffering Tori was causing to her dog! Claire reached down to Sultan. “Hello Sultan,” she said softly, bending over and petting him. She squatted down and gave him a hug. “You’re a good boy!” She scratched his ears. “Yes you are!” Sultan smiled at her and thumped his tail.

“Look at what you’re doing to him!” Claire continued. “I spend my whole afternoon teaching him not to shove his nose in everyone’s twat, and here you are, undoing all my hard work, and teasing the poor dog with your nasty-ass pussy!”

Claire had learned her lesson when it came to teasing dogs. She deeply regretted what she had done to poor Duke, week after week, teasing him and always denying him release. Her actions has almost caused Duke’s castration! She couldn’t tolerated anyone teasing a dog now.

“I’m…, I’m…, sorry, Claire!” Tori sobbed. How humiliating! Claire knew know why Sultan shoved his nose into every female’s cunt; it was because of her! She had made him do it!

“Have you ever pleasured him?” Claire asked softly. “Have you jacked him off or sucked his cock or maybe fucked him?”

“No!” Tori said. “I would never do such a thing! He’s just a d…”

Claire didn’t let her finish. “But it’s OK for you? You hypocrite! Isn’t it no fucking wonder Sultan tries to hump every warm-body he meets? You make him lick your pussy until he’s so horny, it hurts! You’re giving your dog a massive case of blue-balls! Can you blame him for sniffing and humping all the time?”

“I…, I…, I never… Oh, my poor baby!” Tori said, suddenly realizing how badly she had been treating her precious, dog. “But, I’m so lonely!” she cried.

“And Sultan has been here for you. Every day, right? Licking your küçükçekmece escort pussy until you cum!

And then! Then! You just leave him, all crazy and horny!”

“I guess I… Yes…” Tori wiped her tears and sobbed.

“No more!” Claire said, “If you’re going to treat a dog like that, you’re going to learn to be nicer to him It’s not like he can jack himself off!”

“Whaaa?” Tori began.

“Spread your legs!” Claire demanded. “Now!”

“I can’t… Are you serious?” Tori began. “No… Claire?” Tori was worried. While she loved to be dominated by a man with a big, thick cock, she wasn’t used to being ordered around by a cute school girl!

“I said spread-em!” Claire said once more. She was about ready to open Mrs. Norris’s legs for the poor dog herself.

“OK! But why are you…,” Tori began. She slowly opened her legs. Her bald pussy glistened on the edge of the bed.

“Sultan!” Claire said. “Sniff-the-Bitch!” She pointed to Tori’s odiferous, wet, cunt.

That was all the encouragement Sultan needed. He jumped up and put his nose into his master’s wet pussy!

“Sultan? Claire?” Tori exclaimed. She felt Sultan’s large nose snorting and sniffing against her pussy. “Oh!”

“Now, Sultan! Lick-the-Bitch!”

Sultan obediently began slurping and lapping at his master’s pussy. “Oh my god!” Tori exclaimed.

“Get it, Sultan! Lick-the-Bitch!” Claire encouraged. “Good boy! Lick it! Lick that fucking bitch!”

Sultan slurped his tongue deep inside of Tori’s pussy. She felt it wiggling inside of her. “Oh, god, yes, baby!” Tori said, spreading her legs wider and grabbing her dog’s head, pulling him closer. “Yes! Lick your mommy! I’ve been missing this so much! Yes, do it, Oh, I’ve been a bitch to you, Sultan. Lick-your-Bitch, boy!” She had nearly forgotten about Claire as she closed her eyes and humped her tingling twat into her wonderful dog’s face.

Claire watched Sultan devouring Tori’s pussy. She knew exactly how Tori felt. Sultan was a very eager cunt-lapper.

“Nnnnngghhh!” Tori moaned. “Aaaaaaahhhhh!” she cried.

Tori fell back upon the bed and groped her large, fat, breasts. “Sultan! Oh, Sultan!” she moaned. His tongue was slurping up and down her slit. He attacked her clitoris. He pushed his tongue inside of his master, trying to get every drop of her essence. Knowing Claire was watching her slutty behavior made it all the more nasty and depraved. Tori loved to exhibit herself, and this was her most wanton, uninhibited, sexual experience yet! How arousing! She felt the familiar tingles emanating from her cunt.

“Oh! God! You’re making mommy…, Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! YES!”

Tori felt her orgasm engulf her. Her thighs quivered and turned to jelly as she came. Her abdomen shook as a huge, orgasmic, wave crashed over her. Another wave, and her pussy spasmed and her toes curled. Another wave, and her head rocked back and forth on the bed as Sultan continued his attack on her sopping wet cunt. “So gooood!”

Finally, it was over.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” Tori sighed heavily, before turning on her side and clamping her legs together.

“Slurp, slurp, slurp!” was the only sound in the room. Sultan continued to lick his master, trying to get back into her pussy. He licked her ass, her thighs, her legs and her toes.

“Sultan! Sit!” Claire said. “Stay!” she turned her attention to Mrs. Norris once more.

“Tori, I’m going to show you how you can make it up to Sultan,” Claire said. “Sultan! Up!” Claire patted the bed.

“But, he’s not allowed on the…,” Tori took one look at Claire’s stern face and immediately shut-up. She was intimidated by this young girl, but strangely turned on by her as well. She was so demanding! Tori demurely covered her fat breast with her crossed arms and hands. She looked at Claire and absentmindedly played with her nipples, making them hard.

Sultan jumped on the bed and waited. He knew what happened to good boys after they’d Licked-the-Bitch. He was certain he had been a very good boy!

“Listen, Tori,” Claire said. “If you are going to have Sultan pleasure you, you have to pleasure him back; unless you want him humping all your guests and walking around with his fat cock hanging out. If you take care of him, he won’t need to misbehave in front of everyone. Besides, it’s only fair. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Claire,” she said. “I understand.”

“I taught him a few more tricks. But, make sure he doesn’t try anything until you say the commands. Got it?”

“Yes, Claire.”

Claire reached into her book-bag. “I wrote everything down for you, in case you forget,” Claire pulled out a sheet of paper with written instructions and Sultan’s commands on it. She set it on Tori’s dresser.

“OK. It’s Sultan’s turn now. Sultan! Bitch-Hand-Job!”

“Bark!” Sultan laid down and rolled onto his back, exposing his large cock, big, black, balls, and hairy sheath.

“Oh, my!” Tori exclaimed. She was surprised at his obedience and the closeness of his big, wet, cock.

“You jack him off like this,” Claire said. She stroked Sultan’s sheath, coaxing out his, long, pink cock even further. “Make sure he’s nice and wet – use the pre-cum he squirts, and stroke him, but be gentle!” Claire demonstrated to Tori how to jack-off her dog.

“Now, you try it.”

“Uh, like this?” Tori said, as she hesitantly stroked her dog. Sultan’s long, wet tongue hung out as he panted happily.

“Yes, you’re doing fine,” Claire said. “You should always have a towel ready. He really comes a lot.”

“Oh, he’s getting harder!” Tori said, seemingly delighted. Sultan’s cock was swelling up. It was getting a deep-red and purple color. His knot was growing.

“OK, let’s try something else. You don’t always need a towel, Tori,” Claire smiled. “Sultan, Bitch-Blow-Job!”

Sultan stood up on his long legs. He maneuvered his sleek body and his thick cock closer to his master’s face. He banged his hips into her shoulders, prodding her to take his cock into her mouth.

“What?” Tori began. “Oh, Claire, I don’t know about this.”

“Haven’t you ever sucked cock before, Tori?”

“Um, yes. A lot of times.” Tori really liked to suck cock. She thought she was very good at it too. “But, he’s a dog!”

“Who deserves it more? A stranger you just met at a bar? Some guy at a party – blowing him in the bathroom? Or the one who loves you the most, your dog?”

Tori was shocked by Claire’s words. She thought most people didn’t know why her husband left her; because she was a cock-slut. She had sucked off guys she had just met in their cars, fucked young college boys two at a time, and was actually caught sucking some guy’s dick at a party. Thinking back, it was at Darlene Davis’s party; Claire’s mother. Oh no! Claire must know she’s nothing but a whore for cock! She couldn’t deny it. And, it was true – Sultan had treated her better than any man she had ever met. He protected her, loved her, and pleasured her. Besides, he was the best pussy-licker ever! She knew what she had to do. She realized she would do anything to keep her precious dog happy.

“Sultan, deserves it more,” Tori admitted. She thought about the men in her life; her divorced husband, her ungrateful hook-ups, and her many long, walks-of-shame, when her dick-of-the-night wouldn’t even offer to drive her home or call her a ride. She made a decision. She added, “Men are ass-holes.”

“Yep!” Claire replied.

Tori positioned herself under Sultan’s slim waist and looked at his throbbing cock. It was bigger than every dick she had ever sucked. It was hanging below Sultan’s belly, glistening with pre-cum, and so very hard. It was waiting for her. It was waiting for her experienced mouth, lips, and tongue. She could pleasure him and make her dog feel as good as he made her feel. After all she had done to him, he deserved it.

“Hold still, Sultan. Mommy’s going to suck your cock now,” Tori said, before leaning over and taking her dog’s huge dick into her mouth.

“Mmmmm-mmm!” Tori groaned. Sultan’s cock was so long and thick; just how she liked it. He tasted different than a man, but she knew he was clean and free from disease. Oh, god! She realized she could play with Sultan’s huge cock anytime she wanted to. She didn’t have to go out to bars any longer to get her needs met. She could stay home and play with her loving pet all day if she wanted to. Plus, Sultan would keep all of her slutty secrets.

Claire watched Mrs. Norris sucking on Sultan’s cock. She was pleased with herself. Now, she wouldn’t have to be the only outlet for Sultan’s kurtköy escort immense sexual needs. It was obvious Tori loved her dog and would keep him satisfied from now on.

“There’s one more trick we’ve been working on,” Claire said. “Tori, get on your hands and knees.”

Tori hesitated.

“Now!”

Tori pulled Sultan’s long, thick, cock from her sucking, loving, lips. She knew what Claire going to make her do. OMG! Sultan was so big, but after all, she liked them big. She let go of her dog’s cock. She looked at Sultan and then at Claire. She obediently got on her hands and knees and presented her ass for her dog and his trainer. Her pussy was wet and needed to be filled. She hadn’t been fucked since her husband left. She shuddered thinking of Sultan’s huge shaft penetrating her. She moaned with desire and anticipation.

“So, are you sure you never made love to Sultan before?” Claire asked, noticing her eagerness.

“No!” Tori said, seemingly offended, but then softened. “Well…, once when I was really drunk…, but he was too excited and just jumped around.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day!” Claire said, smacking Tori’s round ass. “Sultan’s not fully trained though. His cock is too big for me. But, I’m sure a whore like you won’t have any trouble.”

Claire smirked, then she smiled. She looked down at Mrs. Norris obediently on all fours. Tori’s ass wiggled back and forth as she repeatedly turned her head around to look at Claire and Sultan.

Tori couldn’t believe she was actually waiting for her dog to fuck her slutty cunt! She wanted to feel his huge, red, shaft penetrate her. She wiggled her ass on purpose this time, impatient for her dog’s dick. She ran her fingers through her slick cunt, opening herself for him. She was ready to be fucked.

“Are you ready, Sultan?” Claire said. “Are you ready to Fuck-the-Bitch?”

“Bark!” Sultan was ready too.

Tori shuddered. Then, she closed her eyes and moaned.

Claire was happy for Sultan. He would finally be able to fuck a bitch like he was meant to. Up to now, all Claire could do with Sultan and his humongous cock was to use him as a doggy-dildo, lying on her side and letting him enter her tight, teenage, pussy only a few inches at a time. She had always held Sultan’s cock firmly above the knot when she practiced this trick, knowing her little pussy could not take all of his huge doggy-dick, let alone his immense, hard, knot. It was all she could to hold on to his slippery shaft while she trained him. She never got on her hands and knees, knowing he was too strong for her. She wasn’t ready for his big dick; not yet, anyway. But now, Sultan would get to experience the act of breeding for the first time. And, who better to lose his virginity to than his selfish owner?

“Sultan! Up! Fuck-the-Bitch!” Claire said. She smacked Tori’s ass again, producing a quick yelp from Tori.

Sultan’s ear’s perked up. He was hard and ready to thrust his cock into a warm, wet, cunt. The nice, young, girl always treated him well, but she never let him copulate with her fully. He longed to fuck a bitch and pump his potent seed deep inside of her. The room smelled of warm, wet, pussy. He looked at his master. She was waiting for him, offering her sex to him. He knew he would not be denied this time. No more sliding his engorged shaft again her rough, denim encased leg or her friends while he strained for relief, only to be denied again and again. He was finally going to fuck his bitch.

“Fuck-the-Bitch!” Claire slapped Tori’s naked ass again, maybe harder than she should. “Up, Sultan, Fuck-the-Bitch!”

“Oh, Claire, I don’t’ know…,” Tori looked back, recalling the huge size of her dog’s cock.

Too late. Sultan jumped on his master’s ass and began prodding her ass with his pointed cock, searching for her warm, wet, hole.

Claire saw that Sultan was too eager and inexperienced. She reached in and wrapped her hand around his long, thick, cock. Sultan paused, as he had been trained. Claire guided him towards his master’s warm wetness. She slid his cock up and down Tori’s juicy slit. Claire positioned Sultan’s thick, swollen, cock against Mrs. Norris’s entrance. She let him enter her an inch at a time. She held onto Sultan’s cock for only a moment longer, stopping him from fully penetrating her, but letting him feel his master’s heat engulfing the pointed tip of his cock. Then, she whispered into Sultan’s ear;

“Fuck-the-Bitch!”

Claire released Sultan’s cock, feeling his knot slip past her fingers. He slammed into his master’s warm, wet, cunt. He whined as he scrabbled on the bed, trying to drive his cock deeper and deeper into his newly found bitch. He drove his shaft repeatedly into her, harder and harder. He fucked his bitch, trying to tie with her and keep his potent sperm locked inside of her. He kept driving into her. His knot kept banging against the entrance to his master’s loose, sloppy, cunt.

Claire knew Sultan’s knot was not fully engorged yet. Nature seemed to somehow make sure bitches were fully tied during breeding. She watched Sultan slamming his cock into his mistress, knowing it wouldn’t be long until the two of them were locked together indefinitely.

Tori was surprised at the ferociousness of Sultan’s pounding. Her poor pussy was being bruised by his knot slamming against her.

“Nnnnnhhh!”

“Oh, Claire! Oh, Sultan! Oh, no!”

“Ahhh! Ouch!”

“Mmmm-mmm! Oh?”

“Wow!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Tori,” Claire said. She paused to watch a moment and then walked out of the bedroom. She giggled, knowing that Tori would soon be knotted, and then she would be sexually and emotionally bonded with her handsome dog. It was a special moment for them and she knew the two of them should be left alone. Claire closed the door, feeling a little smug with herself. She knew another dog would be regularly rewarded by his bitch for his good-boy deeds. All because of her and her special training. She waited outside of the door a while longer, to listen to Tori’s frenzied sexual cries.

Tori felt her pussy entrance loosing up from the relentless pounding. She felt Sultan’s knot spread her tender pussy-lips, pushing deeper and deeper, with each thrust.

“Oh god! He’s trying to get that fat thing inside of me!”

Sultan pushed against her, feeling her pussy giving way. His attack was relentless. He did it again and again. Further and further inside of her each time. His knot was almost half-way in!

Tori tried to get away. “Oh, Sultan! No! No!” Tori felt her entrance spreading wider. Any further resistance was futile. She tried to relax. “Oh god!” It was going to happen!

Sultan’s knot slammed home.

“Aiiieeeeeee!” Tori cried out as the huge ball finally spread apart her opening, pushing aside her once firm flesh.

Sultan howled. He held his bitch tighter, swelling his knot with blood, and making it grow and grow until it could no longer be removed. He was sure she would be impregnated now. Then, he began pumping into her furiously, driving his knot deeper and deeper, trying to get release and spray his potent seed inside of his plugged-up bitch.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh Sultan. Oh baby! Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck your mommy! Fuck her! Fuck-the-Bitch! Fuck-the-Bitch!” Tori was babbling now. Her cunt was being hammered. Her entire body was being dominated, used and abused. She loved it! She knew she would be fucking her beautiful, big-dicked lover every day!

Hearing Tori’s frenzied exclamations and knowing exactly how she felt at that moment, Claire laughed, giggled, and then snorted loudly. She swung her book bag over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway to the front door. Claire laughed out loud, imagining Mrs. Norris’s panicked face when she discovered how fully tied she would be with Sultan, and then wondering how long they would be connected together.

Claire could still hear Tori encouraging Sultan and moaning in ecstasy as she opened the front door. She could tell Tori was now orgasming on her dog’s fat dick.

Claire nodded a greeting to a curious couple walking their dog, who were all looking at the source of the odd, primal sounds emanating from the house.

Claire heard Sultan whine with pleasure. It was that special, satisfied, sound she loved to hear. He was now filling his master with heavy spurts of his seed, filling up her womb. Claire closed the front door, locking it behind her and hummed a happy tune as walked home.

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It was now very obvious I was following her, with a very visible hard on, watching her and trying not yo be creepy but I didnt care for a few reasons. One, because I was clearly thinking with the eager brain in my cock, two because we were getting into the checkout line, and three I wasn’t gonna see this angel much longer (I thought…). I decided to attempt small talk with her. I have never had trouble talking to females. Even when I was young I was always smooth and confident with women, almost cocky at times, but not with this girl. I was suddenly tongue tied and very nervous. I was trying to speak and nothing came out. I thought to myself ”get it together robb, your dream girl is right here in front of you… Dont fuck this up!!” So instead of just simply smiling at her and giving her one of the billions of genuine compliments I could of given her, or just simply saying ”hi im robb whats your name gorgeous?”, I went with this line ”hello um, I am sorry I have been following you like a creep. Ummmm but I uh was just uh wanting to tell you I want to bury my tongue in all your uh little fuck holes…” I then continued to look like a babbling pervert saying ”oh my god, im so sorry about that! I guess you should slap me… This is awkward, look umm I just wanted to give you a compliment and possibly get a phone number but… Nevermind… I uhh im very sorry.” I knew she was going to slap the hell out of me and I deserved it. Its tough to get anywhere with women, young or old, talking to them like a nervous, intimidated, horny adolescent boy talking to a girl for the first time.  She looked at me giggling, and said ”im , I just turned 18, and my panties are soaking wet right now because you creepily followed me around for so long. I started to think you didnt halkalı escort have the balls to say anything. If you would of said something earlier, I would of let you bend me over the fresh produce and rail me in the middle of the store!”

That was the first time I had ever been speechless in my entire life. I just looked her up and down and up and down and she stared at my cock bulging in my crotch and licked her young light pink lips. ”I just moved out of my parents house would you like to come to my new apartment and have a drink with me mr…” I quickly said ”oh im sorry, im Robb.” We didnt say another word, we didnt checkout, we didn’t buy anything. She grabbed my hand and we just walked out of the store together. Our full shopping carts just left behind for someone else to deal with. The cashier yelled to us but we heard nothing. In the parking lot she told me to follow her to her place, she then quickly got in front of me, and bent over showing off her black and pink lace panty covered ass and pussy. ”Better stay close babe im a crazy driver”, she yelled right before she slammed the door shut on her little black Mercedes…

I jumped into my truck and again I was following her. It was like three miles until we pulled into her upscale apartment complex. We both parked and got out. I was across the street in the visitor parking getting out of my truck when I saw her walking toward me.She came strutting right up to me holding something in her right hand. In one quick motion she grabbed the bulge in my pants and shoved something into my mouth. I quickly realized it was her panties she had been wearing earlier that were soaked with her pussy juice in my mouth. She said very innocently, ”took those off at the light so I could let you taste what you did to me. You can keep them to remember me. I rubbed them into both my holes for you! I hope the smell of my tasty holes will always remind you!” I looked down at where the panties had been and noticed that her inner thighs were glistening with wetness. It took a second to realize that it was her cunt leaking down her thighs. She wiped the inner part of her legwith her hand and then brought it to my mouth and then she kissed me.  I have never had a more sexually charged wet sloppy kiss. ”mmmmm god I love the taste of my cunt. Please make me cum on you so I can lick it off your hard cock baby. Please fuck me like I always wanted to be fucked… Please baby, let me be your nasty little whore!!”

”Lets get inside you kinky little slut” I managed to say as I squeezed her firm but large ass cheeks. She turned around walked the ten steps to her front door, unlocked it quickly, and we walked in. She told me ”get that big fucking cock out of those pants, and my room is the 2nd door. Give me a couple minutes to change.” I unbuttoned my pants, pulled the zipper down and dropped them right at the front door where I was. Pulled at my dick a few times to relieve the pain and walked down the hall to her bedroom. I could hear a lot of moaning as I swung open the door and was again shocked by this girl. On the very large flat screen there was hardcore porn playing loudly and I knew this was going to be an unforgettable evening. I watched two teen girls on their knees jerking and sucking two very large cocks each and talking very dirty while sitting on the foot of her king size bed.

When she walked in the room she was wearing what could only be described as slutty fuck me lingerie. She had let her hair down and it rested covering her little titties making her look a bit younger and almost virginal. She stood posing in the open doorway for me to   stare at her a bit longer in nothing but a tiny little pink g string that said slut in black letters on the front. This was the last time she would be able to put on the innocent act içerenköy escort with me. She acted this way with tease the high school boys that were She was rubbing her long hard nipples and asked very innocently if I liked what I saw.

I stood up and kissed her very deep, teasing her with my talented tongue. I grabbed the back of her head with a handful of hair and said ”you are a dirty little whore arent you bitch?” She dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out from my briefs. She moaned and told me ”use me like the little slut I am and you can own me robb”. I told her how beautiful she looked and then slapped her cheeks with my member. ”open up”, I said forcing my nearly 8” to the back of her throat. I grabbed her hair and began face fucking her small little mouth. I could feel her teeth everytime she tried to get it down her throat, so I pulled it out of her mouth and wiped it on her face, slapping her tiny tits with it.

I pulled her up off her knees and kissed her. The girls in the porn porn became very loud, I glanced at the screen and saw both girls bent over getting eaten out. I pushed thr sexy lil bitch onto her bed. She was on her back so I flipped her over onto her hands and knees with her gorgeous butt in the air, her tight tasty holes begging to be eaten. I turned her to face the TV so she could watch. I pulled her juicy ass cheeks apart and licked her from her swollen clit, pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her tiny tasty pussy, and then all around the outside of her pretty little asshole. Her butthole was so tiny and tight but I could tell it had been stretched open before.

One of my favorite things sexually is to lick pussy til my tongue gets raw but I really love to bury my tongue into a tight tiny asshole. She had the prettiest mouth, pussy, and tasty butthole I had ever seen.

Her tiny cunt has the perfect sized outer lips that were mostly pink but also had the perfect amount of darker shade to them that matched her golden skin. Just the perfect little teen cunt. Her clit stuck out from her small hood and was about the size of a pea. When I stretched her open a little bit I could see the light pink inside her cunt glistening with her juice that dripped from hard clit. I have never seen a pussy that dripped more or tasted better!

I couldn’t get enough of this teen fuck dolls tasty holes. I sat her on my face my nose in her soggy slighty open butthole and tongue up her snatch. Her middle finger replaced my nose as she jammed it in past her second knuckle, ”eat that wet cunt, lick my pussy, lick my pussy, im gonna MMM MMM CUM, IM CUMMING!!!” Her hot girl cum shot out of her snatch with intensity, completely soaking my face and the pillow above my head. I love a squirter but was not expecting it that quick or with the intensity it had… My cock needed attention now that I had given her what she would tell me later was to that time in her life the most intense orgasm she had ever had…

This little slut was trying so hard to drench my face in cunt juice, the bitch completely had neglected my cock for a brief time… ”Inexperienced little slut, ill teach you how to make all yours dirty kinky fantasies reality! Im gonna make you the cum guzzling dirty porn whore you want to be… Is that what you want?” I ask her as she licks her cum off my face. ”Get over here and let me teach you how to suck cock like a real whore. Open up that mouth bitch real wide. Stick that tongue out!” I had her so hot, she was mine now!! I pulled her cheeks open stretching her mouth as wide as I could. I slammed my cock into her mouth feeling my head hit the back of her throat as she gagged hard. with both hands I held her head and tried to push my cock deeper and when I slapped her tits her throat opened up and I was all the way in, my big balls kartal escort on her chin.

She nearly puked as I let her come off a bit but she was able to hold it back. I let her catch her breath for a second and while she did, she Stared up at me awith those gorgeous eyes watering And red and told me she was all mine. I slapped my cock all over her face and tongue and she talked dirty to me. ”teach me to be a good whore! Make me your little slave! Im your bitch, im a dumb blonde whore!!! I want to swallow that big fuckin Dick! Please! Put it back in my mouth”. She opened wide and I forced it all in her mouth again and pumped my throbbing rod deep down her throat.

I pulled out and she spit all over it making it slimy and sloppy. I rolled onto my back and she asked if she could fill her pussy finally. I grabbed her by the hair and she lowered herself onto my long thick throbbing member. I didnt let her take her time to ease it in her, I slammed her hips down and split her pussy wide open as she screamed in a mixture of intense pain and pleasure. She had never had a cock like the ones she watched in her porn DVDs and always dreamed about. Now she was finally getting to slide her tiny young cunt up and down on a real cock. This wasnt like the high school boys she had sucked and fucked before… She rode my Dick slowly and began to go faster as her pussy was getting good and stretched.

I spanked her ass hard as she was now riding my cock like a seasoned veteran. ”spank my ass mother fucker, spank it hard, yea you like that? Hows my pussy feel on your big fuckin Dick? You like how your little cum whore rides that cock? Wanna see my ass bounce babe?” She spins around on it while it is still deep in her cunt and settles on it riding it hard and fast. I watch her bounce on my rod as if she was one of the porn sluts she was watching doing the same on the TV.

My cock was ready to unleash the load of a lifetime, I just wasn’t sure where I wanted this first load to go. She was about to cum again and this time I wanted to drink her pussy squirt so I grabbed her ass cheeks and began to pound her wet cunt. ”you gonna cum again for me? I wanna you to cover your mans face with all that squirt baby. Cum in my mouth bitch, do it my sexy little bitch. Squirt that cum! SPRAY IT BITCH, NOW! GIMME IT YOU GORGEOUS LITTLE SLUT!!” She loved feeling dirty and nasty. She loved the dirty talk and the filthy names he called her and him yelling at her to squirt pushed her to cum again. She came and my cock was pushed out of her as her tasty spray went everywhere covering nearly my entire body from my waist up.. Tasting her cum again sent my cock into a frenzy and I grabbed her hair as she got on her knees, eyes and mouth open, begging for my cum to cover her face.

I stood over my new cum slut jerking my big cock as she rubbed her clit and watched me wide eyed as my balls tightened, seconds away from giving her what she craved.

”COVER MY PRETTY FACE BABY! Gimme all that cum, blow that big load on me. I WANT EVERY DROP OF THAT TASTY LOAD. BUST IT ON MY FUCKIN FACE, IM YOUR CUM DUMPSTER BABY, IM A NASTY WHORE, TEEN SLUT, CUM BUCKET! Mmmmmmm” she moaned as the first rope shot out with force and splashed just under her right eye and across her nose. The second one shot out hitting her forehead and covering her left eye pasting it shut. Rope 3 and 4 went down her throat coating her tonsils making her gag from its force. I screamed as I shot five more weaker squirts on her beautiful face. She reached up putting my Dick in her mouth sucking me for every drop and then she kissed me her face glossy and cum covered. I made her cum harder than she ever had and she did the same thing to me…

She then wiped her eyes and opened them back up wide. Her makeup a mess, face covered in my hot cum, looking up at me she was so beautiful. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she was mine to do what I wanted with. She had me and I had her after that. We collapsed in her bed, laying on girl cum soaked sheets and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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I am your typical good girl. You know the type – cute, sweet, and boring. Well, for my twenty-first birthday, I decided to change all that. It wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex, or even a fair amount of it, just none had been very eventful. I wanted to do something I would have never thought of before. This night had to be special. Memorable. I declined the offer to out with friends, and chose to go to a remote bar by myself. I was not entirely sure what I was going to do at this point. All I knew, it was going to be something different and unexpected.

As soon as I walked into Murphy’s bar, I knew the evening was going to be just that. The lights were very low which helped to conceal the fact that the bar had seen better days. The men in the bar were also a lot rougher looking than I was accustomed to.

There were very few women in the place. I definitely stood out. I was wearing a tight, short skirt, white blouse minus bra, stockings, and heels. With faked confidence, I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. There was no turning back now.

I flirted with the bartender for awhile but he was not what I was looking for. I didn’t just want sex; I wanted something totally new and exhilarating. Even though, that still didn’t stop me from giving him quick views down my open shirt.

Before fatih escort long, a man, maybe in his early thirties, came over and sat down. He told me his name was Rick and that he and his buddy were out celebrating. He asked if I would join them. I agreed. This could be the opportunity I was looking for. He led me to a table near the back of the room. I could not help the tingle I felt from his hand that found its way onto my ass.

Reaching the table, Rick introduced me to Kevin. He was around the same age as Rick but with more of a rugged look. I made a point to sit between the two of them. We talked and flirted each other, with Rick and Kevin both vying for my attention. After a few drinks, it was time for the new me to appear. I began rubbing Rick’s thigh while my other hand did the same to Kevin. They easily noticed my divided attentions.

“Well boys,” I said in a seductive voice, “maybe we could take this celebration somewhere more private.”

They both agreed immediately. All three of us piled into Kevin’s car and headed for his place.

As we walked into Kevin’s apartment, Rick grabbed and pinned me against the wall. His hands went straight to my tits.

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on these all night,” he growled.

“Well, how about you take güngören escort off that shirt so we both can have a look,” Kevin suggested, not wanting to be left out.

I loved my chance at being a slut for the night. I removed my blouse, exposing my breasts, and slipped the skimpy skirt off too. This brought definite approval from both of them. Rick grabbed my hand and led me to the living room.

Grabbing my tits again, Rick began to suck and nibble on them. I pressed into his mouth, enjoying this new sexuality of mine. I felt Kevin move behind me and spread my legs apart. His fingers probed my pussy while Rick sucked on my nipples.

“Suck our cocks,” Rick suddenly demanded.

He let go of my tits and I dropped to my knees. This brought Kevin around to the front of me. I watched as they removed their pants and released their cocks. I took hold of a cock in each hand. Since Rick had made the first move, I moved my mouth over his cock and took him in. I made sure to run my tongue around his shaft while I sucked him.

Kevin’s cock soon tapped against my cheek and I turned my attention to him. His cock was a lot bigger than Ricks. Where Rick’s was of an average length, Kevin’s was long and thick. I had to open my mouth wide to suck him.

I alternated kadıköy escort between the two cocks until Rick pulled me to my feet. They both played with my tits and fingered my cunt. I was writhing and moaning with lust. Kevin pulled away first and lay on the floor.

“Get down here and sit on my cock, slut,” was all he said.

Straddling him, I eased my slick pussy down his thick shaft. I rode Kevin’s cock while Rick fucked my mouth. Soon Kevin grabbed my tits and pulled me against him. The message he sent by this new action was very clear.

“It’s open for you now, man,” he said as Rick moved behind me.

With my cunt full of Kevin’s massive unit, Rick slid his cock up my ass.

My ass stretched as he plunged his way in. The feeling was incredible. The first sensations had been of resistance and pain but soon followed with a lustful need. This was a first for me, and I loved being completely filled.

They had a definite system going. Kevin would bounce me on his cock, and then Rick would drive himself deep in my ass. Soon I was screaming out in orgasmic bliss. Rick was next as he pulled his cock out and unloaded his hot cum all over my ass. Nearing his own climax, Kevin pulled me off him and plunged his cock deep in my mouth. He held my head firm as his hot cum shot down my throat.

After resting for a short bit, Kevin volunteered to drive me back to get my car. Thanking him for the ride, I tucked my number into his pocket, telling him to give me a call if he ever wanted to celebrate again.

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Diana, Marcus, and Danny are at Danny’s house. Danny goes to the bathroom to take a huge shit. After he leaves the room Diana says “Marcus?”. “When i saw you on oovoo that one time, i got turned on by how jacked you were and I always wondered how big your dick was. Then danny told me it was 8 inches on the phone one day and i checked a ruler and i realized it was so huge. Do u mind if i feel your body and maybe touch your dick?” Marcus says ” Well I always thought u had a rocking body too and i always wanted to see your pussy and maybe even fuck it….” “Well if im wet when I see how big your dick is, can you maybe fuck me??” ” Obviously babe” Diana starts to feel up Marcus’s athletic, muscular lean body and as her hands begin to go lower and lower Marcus’ blood starts to rush to his cock. He immediatley gets a hard on and thats when Diana sees his huge bulge in his pants and starts to rub it. “Wow that is really big!” Diana said. Marcus sticks his hand in her sweatpants and feels her already drenched pussy through her thong. Marcus becomes even hornier and immediatley and grabs dianas neck and starts making out hardcore with her. Diana finally pulls away and says ” I didnt know u wanted me that bad baby”. ” Well i really want you baby, you have a rocking body and i’m still a virgin…” Marcus eryaman escort says. Diana says “Do u have a condom?” ” I always have one on me babe just for these possible situations” Marcus said. “Alright good” Diana says with a smirk. Marcus immediatley takes off his shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers with an outlins of his immense member. Diana strips too down to her sexy undergarments as Marcus beats his meat a little bit to keep it up. He looks up and Diana is in a sexy black bra and and pink thong. They start making out intensly again as Marcus undoes her black silk lace bra. Her bra falls to the floor and Marcus starts to rub on her perky tits and begins sucking on her hard pink nipples. Diana rubs down his six pack eventually finding his rock hard cock. Marcus slips off his boxers and starts to stroke it up and down slowly. Marcus rips off her pink victoria secret g-strip and sees her tight pussy. She has the tightest pussy Marcus has ever seen, even tighter then all the pornstars hes seen. He can’t help himself, he has to taste her cunt. He shoves his head in down in her crotch and begins to lick her Diana’s moist slit. Diana is moaning like crazy while Marcus is swirling his tongue and sticks it in and out of her little pussy. She screams out, “yeah lick esenler escort might tight cunt you dirty boy…” as Marcus goes all out on her pink hole. She moans “It feels amazing”. Marcus says a little conceided “Just wait until i put my huge cock into your pussy”. Diana gives a smile, Marcus stops and stands up. As he stands Diana plunges her mouth down on his dick, tasting his precum and licking the underside of his cock. Marcus moans ” you’re so good baby…you suck like a real pro.” But the both of them have had enough of oral. Marcus asks her if she’s ready, and Diana replies, ” plow the fuck outta me baby” He lays her on her back sticks his huge black cock into her tight little pussy. He realizes he’s forgotten to put his condom on, but he doesn’t give a fuck now. He starts to pick up the pace and begins railing her so hard down into the couch. She is screaming like crazy. Marcus then picks her up off of the couch and starts picking her up and dropping herso that the only thing holding her up is his big black dick. She screams, ” Oh baby you’re so good!” in pain and pleasure at the same time. Marcus loves it and so does Diana. Then he pulls it out and lays down exhausted. Then Diana says, “Don’t worry i’ll do the rest…” Diana spreads he legs and gets on top esenyurt escort of him and starts riding his still thick member. Marcus regains his breath and starts bucking underneath her as shes riding him cowgirl. Exhausted Diana gets off and starts to suck his dick. She cant fit half of it into her mouth before she is choking. Marcus puts his hand on her head and pushes her head down deeper onto his cock. She is gagging as she tries to deepthroat him. But then Marcus pulls away and she has a smile on her face. She climbs back on and starts riding again. She is moaning once again. But marcus’s dick is starting to swell. He tells diana that hes about to jizz. And asks her “do u want me to jizz in your pussy?” and she nods yes. She screams “Dont worry baby im on the pill. Nothing will happen” So marcus keeps fucking the shit out of her and she is crying tear of joy and pleasure. She creams out, ” i’m gonna come too!!!”. Her perky tits are flopping up and down as Marcus cums,its the most he has ever cummed in his life and he moans out seconds after “fuck yeah bitch”. Diana lets out a sigh of relief because her rough ride was finally over. Then he pulls his cock out and she starts sucking his dick again. She swallows all remaining the cum in his dick and loves it. Once she finishes both Marcus and Diana just lay there naked. “That was awesome” said Diana. “Maybe we’ll try anal next time” Marcus says as they both let out a little chuckle. Then Danny walks in and asks for a second round? To be continued…….

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She said “I want to tell you about the time I got lost. I want you to know that when you found me that was the second time that you scared me. The first time was when I was four.” She just looked at me for a few seconds then continued. “I was four and grandpa, Uncle Mike and Aunt Debbie brought me, mom and my two brothers to your house. They were talking to you and you looked as sad as I felt so I got into your lap. I was sitting there and you pulled me tight to your chest and held me. After Uncle Mike stopped talking you screened and almost knocked me on the floor. I didn’t know why then and didn’t for awhile till Aunt Debbie took me to church one Sunday and to the graves. After I asked who they were and she told me.”
I saw a tear stat to roll down her cheek so I whipped it away.
She said “after that every Sunday we would go to church and Aunt Debbie would tell me stories about Amy, you and Emily. Afterwards we would both cry, but I also feel better.”
I whipped away a few more tears both hers and mine.
She said “It was the next year that I asked where you were and she told me about what happen. I felt so bad and when I heard grandpa and Uncle Mike talking about you and I heard them say that no one could have made it through the winter. I cried every Sunday at the graves till I found the wild flowers”.
Paula was openly crying now and for some reason I pulled her to me. She laid there with her head on my chest crying for a while as I rubbed her back.
Once she stopped crying she continued. “I was so happy that you were alive. I told everyone you were alive but grandpa told me that anyone could have put them there. I knew you were.”
She stopped talking and just laid there in my arms. She looked and said “when the first snow came I made Aunt Debbie take me to the graves because I was sure that we would see your foot prints. When they weren’t there Aunt Debbie said that you may not have been able to get down or that you went south.”
What she told me next had me crying and her holding me. She said “we didn’t have any flowers to put on the graves so every Sunday I would lay down on the graves and make snow angles for you”.
Once I stopped crying I kissed her forehead and thanked her.
She said “I waited all winter and once it started to warm up I sat down with Aunt Debbie and told her that we need to let you know it was time to come home. So she wrote the note to you and I left it at the graves. It was two weeks before you took it and I waited all summer for you to come home”. She put her head back down on my chest then continued. “I cry so hard the day we found your note”.
Then she started crying again.
When she stopped she looked back up at me and said “every year I waited for you to come and stay but every year you would leave so when the Girl Scout said we were going for a hike up in the hill I planned to fine you and if you wouldn’t come home I was going to stay with you”. Then she giggled and said “it didn’t work out like I planned”.
She giggled again saying “you know you look nothing like the picture I have of you”.
We both started laughing. After we stopped laughing she sat up and said let’s eat. She pulled out some fried chicken that smelt wonderful. My mouth was watering just thinking about it. I couldn’t remember when the last time I had any and I told her so.
She said that she got up early this morning to make this for us and that she had been planning it all winter long.
It was the best meal I had ate since the accident, fried chicken, potato salad, fresh homemade rolls and ice tea.
All through the meal I keep telling her how good it was. When she said wait for dinner I guess she saw the worried look.
She laughed and said “Aunt Debbie is making it and I will meet her at the end of the trail and bring it up”. I relaxed a little bit after that.
After we finished I helped her put everything away, she stood up and took my hand and walked us to the trees by the lake. She pointed to a group of people in the park and said “see those people”. I just nodded. She said “they are my mom, my two brothers and their families, my grandparents and some of my cousins”.
I looked at her and asked her why she wasn’t with them. She laughed then said “I can go join them but only if you will join me”. When I didn’t say anything she said “I understand, mom knows we are here. I told her last night what I wanted to do”.
She pulled me down and said let’s watch. As we sat there she said “over the winter I was so scared that you might have got caught in the snow and mom knew something was wrong. So I told her that I had lied to her about where I was most of the summer. Then I told her about asking you to stay one more week because I wanted to tell you about my dance even though you said you needed to get going. I just knew if something happen to you, it would have been because of me”.
I whipped away a few tears and pulled her close to me and told her if anything happens to me it would not be her fault. Last fall I choose to stay knowing the risk but I felt it was more importation to be here for you and it was worth the risk.
We just sat there with her head on my shoulder and my arm around her waist. We watched as her families picnic ended and everyone leaving but for one person standing by the lake looking in our direction.
Paula stood up and helped me stand, she said that’s my mom, she has always wanted to thank you for letting us live in your house. She slowly started to pull me through the trees while asking me if I trusted her.
As we came out of the trees she walked us to the edge of the lake, then she waved to her mom who returned the wave. I saw her put her hands to her face and I heard her yell “thank you”.
I just waved and she returned it then turned around and started to walk back to town.
Paula led us back into the trees and once we were in the clearing she hugged me and thanked me for doing that for her and her çekmeköy escort mom.
I looked at her and she said “even after everything that Aunt Debbie and I have told her I don’t think that she truly believed but she will now”.
She still had her arms around me so I pulled her in tighter for a hug. I know we stood there for awhile before she said she needed to go meet her Aunt Debbie at the church.
We walked back the way we came and once we were at the main path Paula said “I know that you’re not ready to come home right now but can you come with me. I know that Aunt Debbie really wants to see you.”
I told her I wasn’t sure if I could. She put her arms around me and asked “do you trust me”. I smiled and said you already know the answer. She gave me a kiss on the cheek then started to pull me down the path.
We were almost to the end of the path, there was one turn left then it ended at the church. Paula stopped me there and said “wait here”. With another kiss to my cheek she walked around the bend.
I could hear her talking to someone then I heard a car door close and I could hear two people walking up the path. When Paula came around the bend she was hold a different basket in one hand and Amy’s moms hand in the other.
Now she had seen me the other night but, it was really dark with no moon so I don’t know how good she could see me. Now there was good light and she showed no sign of shock at what I looked like. I’m sure that Paula had told her all she knows about me. At least that’s what I got from our talk today.
As they got to me Paula let go of Amy’s moms hand and stopped but Amy’s mom keep coming to me. She stopped in front of me and took both of my hand and brought them up and kissed them.
Now I know where both Amy and Paula got this from.
She smile and said it’s nice to see you again. Then she dropped my hands and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. Slowly I put my arms around her and hugged her back.
I looked up and saw Paula smiling and I smiled back. Since last Sunday I just couldn’t help it, when I saw that she was happy it made me happy.
I heard Amy’s mom giggle and I looked down to see her looking up at me. I let her go and she stepped back. She looked backed to Paula and then to me and said I hope to see you again soon. She turned around and as she passed Paula she said she could make it back by herself.
I watched Amy’s mom till she was out of sight. I looked to Paula and she was watching me with that smile and I felt happy.
Paula said come on lets head up and see what we have for dinner. As she came to me I held out my hand and she seemed too smiled even more. She took my hand and we walked back to my camp.
When we got there she opened the basket and pulled out another blanket and handed it to me. I spread it out then took the plates and containers with the food and put them on the blanket.
Once everything was laid out she handed me a wet cloth and she had one and cleaned her hands. I did the same then we sat down. She started to place food on to the plates.
Again the smell was making my mouth water. There was roast, green beans, mashed potato, fresh bread and there was a apple pie.

After she had put the food on the plates she handed one to me and then sat down next to me and took her plate. There wasn’t much said while we ate but I keep watching her and she was watching me. After eating the roast, green beans and mashed potato, Paula took my plate and cut a piece of the pie and put it on my plate.
Paula moved in front of me then gave me a bite then took one for herself. I took the fork off of her plate and she gave me another bite. I cut her a bite and feed it to her. She giggled and I just smiled.
We finished the pie and we put everything away. When I looked around it was already getting dark. I told Paula I would walk her down the path because I didn’t want her getting lost on me again.
She giggled and said “you could walk me home, you know where I live”.
When she saw my reaction, she ran over to me saying, “I’m sorry” as she wrapped her arms around me.
I told her that was ok as I held her. I said I know where you live but I don’t know if I could go there.
As I watched Paula turn the corner and disappear I step back in to the trees to wait for it to get dark. As I sat there I keep getting this feeling like I was being watch.
The first winter with Trapper John he taught me how to know when you’re being watch. He said once I knew what it felt like, I would know what an animal felt and might be able to stop it.
I didn’t see where they were right now and it didn’t matter because I’m sure they could not see me now and were just watching the area I stepped into. So I put it out of my mind for now and sat back to wait.
I started to think about today, I had a good time with Paula. I liked to watch her when she was happy or curious. As I started going over what she had told me, Paula was the little girl that I have watch over the years at Amy’s and Emily’s graves. From the way she talked she made sure that they were taken care of, even when I wasn’t here.

But there was something else from our talk, she wasn’t just taking care of them because I wasn’t there, she was doing it for me, to let me know she care about me too. I didn’t know till today that I had been hurting her by leaving every fall not knowing if I would ever come back.
All of a sudden us eating the apple pie popped in my head. I had acted like some young kid in love feeding her bites of pie. Then I realized she had started it first and I started to get confused.
Without even checking to see if I was still being watched or if anyone could see me. I ran out of the woods to Amy’s grave.
I was on my knees telling her how much I loved her, missed her and how sorry I was for feeling so happy today.
Somehow I again didn’t hear Amy’s mom walk up. I didn’t know she was even there çeşme escort till she put her hand on my shoulder. Once she sat down next to me she told me that Amy knew how much I loved her and Emily but she also knew that Amy would not want me to be unhappy because Amy was always the happiest when I was happy. I looked at her and she said you have grieved for them, now it’s time that you lived for them and be happy for them. It’s time to come home, you know we are here for you.
She sat there with me for awhile till she said that she needed to go. I helped her up and she gave me a hug then giggled and said you know this tickles as she flipped my beard. She turned around and walked to the parking lot and got in a car that I hadn’t noticed, then left.
I laid down between the graves thinking when I felt someone was still watching me. I felt whoever it was leave a little bit later.
A couple of weeks passed and every day Paula would come up. Some time we would go fishing or just go for walks but most of the time we would just sit and talk.
I woke up early the next Sunday and cleaned up and cleaned around the camp then went fishing. I got back to camp just as people started to show up for church so I cleaned the fish I caught and ate while waiting for church to get out hoping to see Paula.
I was thinking about her and what she had said. Here was a little girl whose father had left her and her family when she was four and since she hasn’t mention him I guess he never came back. Then she saw me, who lost his wife and little girl and I always came back. I wonder if by her taking care of their graves she thought I was coming back for her too. That would make since to a little girl but what about now.
She knew that it was my house that she lived in and allowed them to stay when I couldn’t. I figured out a long time ago that I didn’t leave because they were there. I left because of the memories that were there, now most of them I can hardly remember now.
How long have I been living in the wood, I didn’t know. The next time I see Paula I will have to ask her what year it is.
I had just finished cleaning up the dishes when the church bells rang and people started to come out of the church. I couldn’t understand why I wanted to see Paula as much as I did. Maybe that was why winter seemed so long this pass year because I couldn’t wait till I got back. She was the only person that I have talk to in many years.
As I watched the first person going into the grave yard I knew it was Paula, but today she was followed by two ladies. After Paula kneeled down and put down fresh flowers I swear it looked like she was talking to them and when she kind of pointed up to where I was I knew she was.
After Paula stood up I could tell that the three of them were talking. Now I knew that one of the other three ladies was Amy’s mom but the other one I didn’t know. I watched them start to leave when I saw Paula waving.
I don’t know why I did it but I waved back even though I knew she could see me.
It was awhile before I heard someone coming up the path below. I took my scope and saw that it was Paula. I didn’t wait for her to come up I started down to meet her.
When I could see her, she had a backpack on, not like the one I had started out with so many years ago this was much smaller. When she saw me she waved and quickened her pace up the hill.
When we met she gave me a hug and asked if I was going somewhere or was it that I couldn’t wait to see her.
I just pulled her in tighter because I didn’t know what to say. After I let her go she took my hand and led me up to my camp.
When we got there she smile real big and asked me if I trusted her, then she giggled. She didn’t wait for an answer, she took the backpack off and started taking thing out of it.
She pulled out towels, soap, shampoo, and when she pulled out scissor and a razor I knew what she had planned. Now cleaning up I did, but what it looked like she was planning was a whole lot more.
As she was pulling out the last thing out of the backpack she said I hope this fits you, holding up a shirt. I guess she saw that I was unsure of this so she again asked me if I trusted her. This time I nodded yes and she smiled.
Now the reason that I camp in this spot is that there is a fresh spring that comes right out of the stone wall behind the camp. There was only one year that it didn’t run and there was hardly any rain that year.
She walked over and picked up the biggest pot that I had and walked over and filled it up then put in on the fire. I put some more wood on the fire as she started to get things set up the way she wanted it.
Once she was done she looked at me and asked “when was the last time you had your hair cut”. I told her before I left. She giggled and said it looked like it.
Now she was going to be in for a real surprise because she hasn’t seen my hair when it wasn’t tide up. I was 6 foot and when it wasn’t tide up it would drag on the ground. I guess she mistook the look I had because she said ok I won’t cut it but she did want to wash it if that was ok. Then she quickly added that her aunt said that she needed to cut that stuff off my face.
So as the water warmed up she took the scissors and started to cut off my beard till she had it as close to my face as she could. When she stepped back she turned her head one way then the other and finely said that looked a lot better and she just might leave it like that.
I felt it and she didn’t cut it as short as I thought she had, it was at least a haft inch long. As I was doing this she moved behind me and started to untie the raw hide strings that I used to tie my hair into a ponytail.
After I wash my hair and while it was still wet I started in the middle and fold it in haft while tying it up. I guess she figured this out quick because she moved to my side and asked how long was it. I told her I didn’t really cihangir escort know.
She laughed and said she was thinking of cutting it but now she thought she would wait. She went to the pot and felt it, when she said it was still too cold I told her that was ok I normally just used cold water anyway. She laughed and said not today because today was a special day.
I asked her what was so special about today. She turned around from the things that she had laid out and said “today’s my birthday”.
I got up and walked over to her and hugged her and as I was holding her I whispered happy birthday. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and said thank you.
I let her go and sat back down and as she turned back to her things I saw her wipe her eyes. I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing but her aunt was right my beard did tickle.
I laughed and told her ok she could cut it off. She didn’t turn around as she wiped her eyes again but said she just might. Finely she stopped playing with the stuff and checked the water again.
She came over and sat next to me. I put my arm around her and asked if today was her birthday didn’t she have a party to go to with friends and family. She put her head on my shoulder and said yes, her mom had rented the VFW hall and they were going to have a party there tonight for her. Then she looked up at me and said “but I wanted to spend some of this special day with you too”.
I saw the tears start before she put her head back down. I kissed the top of her head and told her I didn’t know if she knew how much it meant to me that she would want to spend even a minute of this special day with me.
I held her even tighter. I felt her stop crying but she didn’t move, she even held on a little tighter till a log popped. She wiped her eyes and stood up and said it was time for her to wash my hair as she went to the pot.
The water was hot and she got another pot with some cold water and mixed it till she had it just the way she wanted it. When she turned to me she said that I needed to take my shirt off so she wouldn’t get it wet.
Now this isn’t what I wanted to do because I was pretty scared up. My first year trapping I made some pretty dumb mistakes. Like not making sure a bobcat that I caught in one of my traps was dead before trying to skin it. I got some pretty bad scares on my chest and back from that. Then there was the time I caught a cougar in a trap that didn’t hold and ran off the side of a cliff as I was trying to get away. I was lucky that it was only about a twenty foot drop before the tree broke my fall also leaving a few scares.
Maybe she just thought that I was just being shy because she said “I’ve seen guys without their shirts on, remember I have two older brothers”. With that she started to untie my shirt. I was watching her and saw the shock look, but she didn’t say anything right away. When she did, it was just “you will have to tell me one day about these”.
She started to wash my hair from the top down having to go back once to get some more water. Once she had it washed she dried it the best she could, she started brushing it out.
Once she was done she went and got some more warm water and a wash cloth and started washing my back. I felt her more than once run a finger along one of the scares. After she had finished with my back she washed my chest.
As she washed my chest I watched her the whole time and again she traced a few of the scares.
Once she was done to her liking she went back to her backpack and pulled out something that I didn’t know what it was. When she saw me looking at it she laughed and said it was for my hair but if she knew it was that long she would have got two of them.
It looked like a leather sleeve that was about 12 inches long with braided leather holding the sides together. She folded my hair in half and slid this up my hair, then she giggled saying that she would have to use some of my ties to finish. Once she was done she walked back to her things and brought the shirt over and asked if I would try it on for her.
I stood up and she helped me put it on. Once it was on she stepped in front of me and buttoned it up. When she was done she put all of her things back into her backpack.
Once she was done she said “take me for a walk”. I took her hand and we walked around for awhile and when I decide it was time to head back I knew where I wanted to end the walk. When we walked into the valley that I found her in over four years ago she squeezed my hand.
I stopped us as close to the spot that I first saw her, she pulled me into a hug and held me. I held her till she looked up at me with a tear just started to roll down her cheek. She said thank you for today and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
She stepped back and said “I know it’s time for me to go”. She started walking up to the ridge pulling me behind her. She was quite till we got back to my camp.
After putting on her backpack she turned to me and said “I know you might not be ready but I want you to know I really want you at my party tonight but I understand if you can’t come”.
I pulled her into a hug and thanked her for understanding and for sharing today with me. I took her hand and said I would walk her to the end of the path.
When we got to the end of the path I again gave her a hug and thanked her again for today. She gave me another kiss on the cheek and left without asking me to come to her party.
I walked back up to my camp. I just sat there thinking about today. Paula had given up most of today to spend time with me. It made since why she wanted to wash my hair and cleaned me up. She wanted me to come to her party and if I didn’t she had this time together.
I got up and started to clean up and put everything away. It started getting dark so I started walking down the path to the church. It was still a little light but I walked to Amy’s and Emily’s graves. I told them about today and how good it felt that Paula wanted to share today with me. When I told them that she wanted me to come to her party, it was like I could hear Amy telling me that she wanted me to go. I even looked around to see if someone was standing there.

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Chapter 7

Jacob sat on the sofa, unsure of what was going on. Covered in sweat, tears and bodily fluids, he sat back on the couch trying to catch his breath. Two women lay near him. Aurora with her curvaceous butt lay on the ottoman in front of the couch. From where he sat, he could see the glistening of moisture on her skin as well as red swollen vulva.

The other woman, a female cop named Meredith, had been sucked into the night’s events by Aurora. The cop lay on the floor after collapsing a few moments ago. Jacob found her screaming orgasms entertaining and they made him feel powerful. Aurora had passed out about an hour ago.

The scene looked serene now to him as he sighed in contentment. His cock felt warm and even as it dropped in exhausted flaccidity. He could even feel the post-coital drippage sliding out of his cock. If the tendrils of sleep didn’t tug at him, worry of the mess created by the coupling would surely be there instead. In fact, Jacob’s drowsiness quickly dissipated as two realizations hit him.

Meredith would change soon. There would be no doubt about that. A change brought on by him and whatever afflicted him for the Goddess. Soon the cop would cocoon and emerge as a devoted daughter of lust. But in the meantime, she would need a place to do such a thing and his house wouldn’t be it.

The second realization concerned Aurora. This night happened to be the first that Jacob outlasted the sexual being. That reflection brought a smile to his face.

Getting up slowly, Jacob walked over to the woman. Kneeling down, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a push.

“Meredith.”

The name and push repeated a few times before Mereidith stirred.

“What?” she asked groggily turning over.

“It’s time to go,” he replied.

The woman looked at him, eyelids drooping down.

“Okay.”

That’s all she said, before getting up slowly. Jacob moved away and surveyed the room. The cop’s clothes were everywhere, but the woman made no effort to get them as she stood up. Instead i, he heard the jingle of keys and watched as she wobbled naked out the front door. In seconds, the sound of a car starting and driving away filled the air.

“She left quick,” he said.

“I know,” Aurora groaned signifying her waking awareness. She rolled on the ottoman. Studying her for a moment, he watched in morbid fascination as her bone structure shifted immensely. Now at this moment, she wore a lithe body with massive breasts.

“Why do you shift your form like that?”

“I like to experiment,” she said with a stretch. Her frame changed again but this time to one he had been accustomed to seeing. The curvy milf form that she loved to sport. He didn’t understand why, but then, he never really took the opportunity before to ask her why she preferred the form.

Hands began roaming across her breasts. She cooed a bit and licked her lips. He got the drift of her message.

“I’m a little, worshipped out,” he said to Aurora with an emphasis on the out. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t want more. Even if he didn’t Aurora had gotten especially well-versed in persuading him.

“Fine, but bothers me how stressed you are already.”

“Look at this,” he said with a wave of his arm.

“At what? A few clothes and wet spot easily dealt with?”

Now that he looked at the mess it looked much smaller than before.

“Still, you don’t know how my dad will react to anything,” he said while a wave of fear washed over him. Her eyes went red. “He may even hate what I did here.”

“Your father doesn’t scare me.”

“No,” he said with a laugh. “I’d imagine not.”

He moved through the living room picking up discarded clothes. Meredith’s were the weirdest for him being that the cops uniforms fabric felt stiff in his hands. The body armor, heavy with alien weight, strained his arms as he moved it to hide it in a closet. After picking it up, he surveyed the wets spots and his eyes wandered over to Aurora once again.

“You can have me again if you want?” she said sitting up. Brushing her hair aside her pink eyes boring into him.

“You’re insatiable,” he told her, but within seconds, his cock sprang up.

“Don’t project your own lusts onto me,” she said with a laugh. “Besides, I can take care of myself if needed right now.”

Jacob saw the challenge in her eyes. The daring of him to walk way.

“You slut,” he said with a growl.

“Take me,” she giggled.

Within seconds, her legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her. He would grunt, she gasped into his ear. Jacob felt a surge of power within himself as her thrust into her. As if the depths of her couldn’t be reached.

Aurora for her part, didn’t seem keen on holding back herself. Yells and gratuitous moans filled the air. And so did the sopping sounds of pussy being pounded.

It didn’t take long for Aurora to erupt into an orgasm. Heralded by her sudden stiffening and nails digging into his back. He yelped, not registering the spray of fluid hosing him. She didn’t let off as he thrust away, trying himself to reach the end.

He came. And thankfully too. With a grunt, he replenished the fluids she lost. And he knew that his spurting flood of cum into her would. Nothing about bodily fluids escaped her, especially cum. Something she made known to him during their first encounters. Exhausted, he relaxed on top of her, breathing heavily while she cooed.

“I could never imagine how humans got this lucky,” she said. Long breaths could be heard going in as Jacob laid his head on her breast.

“I think I love you,” he said with a content sigh.

“Master,” Aurora spoke with a tender voice. “I am honored by such a declaration. Know that none will ever have a place in my heart as you.”

“Will you sleep with other men?”

“The will of the Goddess imposes many things, but as I know with you humans, it is in direct issue with the idea of a relationship. Plus you do own me in many ways.”

Jacob thought for a moment.

“I guess it would be hard to impose on you with a cock that needs to be dipped in everything to worship the goddess properly.”

“Precisely,” she said with a sudden exhale of air. “And anyways, I could never really wander away from you. If anything, we can think of ourselves in an open relationship.”

“That is new, but what if I find someone I like?”

“Concubines are fine with me as long as we share them.”

“You mean men?”

She let out a laugh.

“You don’t think some group sex like we had tonight would be out of the norm?”

Jacob never even considered the possibility of a double-dipping scenario. While two clams in the sea were fine to one eager sausage. Having two sausages competing for one clam struck him as a queer idea. But with the whims of lusts, Aurora would obey the Goddess’s commands and so would he.

“Can we keep it rare though?” he asked.

Aurora laughed.

“We are but covetous vessels after all,” she said through the deep breaths.

“Your heart beat is calming,” Jacob finally said after a minute of silence. Listing to it beat lulled him into sleep and soon he found himself back in the darkness of his dreams.

Jacob had grown accustomed to dreaming about the throne. A chair centered atop a set of stone work with intricate designs carved into the surface. It honestly looked like a step pyramid with stair leading up to the chair. The floor of the place also felt rough on the bare bottoms of his feet. Only in the circle of light around entire thing could he see that the floor’s surface was black stone.

The throne area is where he first met Aurora weeks ago in his dream. After her larval state attached to his cock. Here she had proposed the sexual arrangements with him to give herself a physical form. A form tied to his own now.

Jacob, as every night he dreamt now, avoided the throne. Aurora never seemed to be present in this dream world now or at least in the light. So for the past few nights, he ventured away from the throne and into the darkness.

Now, the first time Jacob did this unprescribed adventure, the argument of how dangerous any deviation from the light raged on inside hi. Eventually he decided to step away and thus far he knew that if he went right, eventually the stone turned to dirt. Left yielded water. Behind the structure of the throne and its seemed as if the stone kept going. Tonight, he would journey by immediately turning around and walking.

Into the darkness, which quickly light from the throne didn’t carry on far. He got the distinct impression this structure represented some sort of haven in this outlying dark lands. If there existed one though, why couldn’t there be another.

Forging on, Jacob walked and walked. Nothing permeated the darkness. Not even the changing of what he walked on. Logically if the stonework didn’t end, then a road must be underfoot. Under that impression he walked until he walked into something hard.

The object he ran into smacked him hard in the face. Reaching out, he felt a stone wall and he moved down its length, fingers finding the seams of mortar holding the bricks together. As he did, he eventually found a corner and turned it. As soon as he had, a chant began.

The language sounded alien. Ignoring its insistent words, he moved along the wall until another corner. He rounded it. When he did, the chanting ceased. The silence and darkness re-permeated the air once again. The only thing that broke the spell beside his breath, and a little red light sat insignificantly a few feet away. Sensing no danger, Jacob moved away from the safety of the wall and to the light.

As Jacob got closer, a cold shiver ran up his spine. Power permeated the air. As he moved up to the light, he felt a push back against him. Ignoring it, he moved up quickly to snatch the gem.

Pain.

The suddenness of it brought him to his knees.

“Who are you,” a voice deep as the darkness spoke.

Jacob struggled under the power of the thing.

“I ask the same,” Jacob said, struggling to say the words through clenched teeth.

“I am Kloth,” it said. “A ruler in this realm.”

“This is a dream,” Jacob said. He felt himself growing numb to the pain a bit.

“A mortal then,” it said with a hiss. “To whom do you serve?”

“There is no name,” he said clenching his teeth. Hs voice came out like a hiss. “Just a feeling.”

Silence.

Jacob took a moment to look at the gem. Red and hard like stone itself, but a power within.

“I have no recollection of which of us ancients have been awoken,” the deep voice spoke. “But you have awoken a second now.”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means that I will have to find a champion for myself to use now.”

“And what will they champion?”

“They will champion me, the bringer of sorrowful desires.”

“What does that even buca escort mean?” he asked with a laugh.

“You dare laugh at me mortal?”

Another searing of pain went through him. With that, Jacob woke with a start. Absolutely fearful of the dream now that he had escaped back to reality. Here, he also awoke somewhere else. In his bed, Jacob ripped the blankets back.

“What’s going on?”

Aurora sat up as Jacob scrambled out of the bed.

“It’s a real place isn’t it?”

“What is?” Aurora said with a stretch.

“The place I first met you, in my dreams.”

Aurora looked at him, her eyes yellow. A color he hadn’t seen before.

“Why do you ask now?”

“Ever since that night, I dream about it.”

She was silent as her eyes shifted to blue.

“You still dream of that place?”

“Yeah,” he said walking over and sitting in his office chair. “Who is Kloth?”

Aurora’s eyes shifted to yellow again.

“You can actually interact there?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “And why is the throne the only place with light?”

Eyes deepened even more into yellow.

“No entity in that place has a name,” she said. “You gave me mine.”

Jacob was about to respond when her eyes flared into red.

“You walked around?” she said angrily with a snarl.

“When I asked about it you said nothing to worry about.”

“I didn’t think you could walk around in it,” she said. Her eyes faded from red to blue suddenly. “No matter, where that is, something has to have a physical form to come here. You gave me that and you need to understand how dangerous other beings from there can be.”

“You didn’t warn me and now another named one is awakened?”

“One with a name, you gave me mine.”

She shifted in the bed, the sheets rustling with the movement. Swearing to himself that he could feel her heat from here and he locked eyes with her. They were pink now and she licked her lips.

“We don’t have time to have sex,” he replied.

“I don’t think you get it. Worship isn’t an option.”

“I get it, but I worry about my dad, who may not react well to anything going on.”

“You worry too much” she said with a stretch, her form changing to match a woman closer to his age. His dad would have an issue with how milfy she would look. Now the exaggerated curves were gone. She took a petite look and a bit smaller than him.

“With everything shrunk, how are an emissary for the goddess?”

Aurora stood up, her petite body barely sinking into the bed. He saw that her ginormous breasts were now close to a b-cup. That would be the extent that he got to see as she jumped down from the bed and sauntered over to him.

Aurora hated body hair. Something he noticed every time seeing her naked. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if she would grow hair out or not. He had no basis on really if she did like hair or not. She just never did. Suddenly she was in his lap, eyes completely pink now.

“It’s time for the morning sermon and we haven’t done it before in your office chair.”

Aurora looked predatory locking eyes with him. A tongues licked across the lips.

“Praise the goddess for this meal,” she said hotly into his ear. No need to even work him up. Hard already and a shift from her, the length slid into her tight depths. “I always like taking you to the hilt.”

“Yeah, but what if my dad comes home?”

“And hears the screams of his son railing a girl into submission?” she said.

“Wouldn’t it be you riding me into submission?”

“Oh Jacob,” she moaned. “I don’t plan on riding you right now, you need more practice.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” she started and then began a passionate kiss, entwining her tongue with his as it swirled around. By the time they broke, Jacob became aware of how much he now needed some friction between their sexes. By now, her desires ran abundantly.

“I see what you did,” he said.

“Do you?”

A mischievous challenge in her words and the alight grin on her face.

“All you have to do is take it.”

“Can’t take something freely give.”

“But you can fuck it.”

“Fuck it?”

“Yes.”

The conviction in his mending soul came out. Punctuated by a surge of strength. He lifted his petite eldritch slut up. Turned her a bit, threw a leg over his shoulder and proceeded to ram home with all his might. What astounded him in the moment is how easily the holding her up.

“Jacob, harder,” she cried out, further astounding him was her push back of meeting his thrusts. Something about it seemed like he got deeper into her lithe body than ever before.

“Can you feel me in your throat?”

“Almost,” she groaned out, nails digging into his shoulder as she twisted a bit. “To get that I need more leverage.”

And Aurora lived up to the statement. Meeting his thrust even harder now and he swore he slid even deeper in. No matter, soon they both fell to the floor, each of them sputtering out their respective orgasmic fluids.

“How are we gonna clean this up,” he said with heavy breaths as sweat stung his eyes.

“You worry too much,” Aurora sighed.

“Probably smells like sex.”

“And what will that matter?”

“My father may not react well.”

“To his son getting laid?”

Jacob shifted and stood up.

“Especially being that he has called me queer on more than a few occasions.”

“Love is love,” she said with a stretch. “Doesn’t matter with who or how. Seems to me your species would struggle in general finding ones to love with as many hang ups present.”

“I’m pretty open.”

“You aren’t who I refer to,” she replied pointing at him. “All of the women so far who have joined out conclave of sex fiends have all been difficult to convince. All of them had hang ups about process and after. Though by now, the teacher will emerge soon, the cop will cocoon shortly and our office assistant, well is enjoying herself immensely.”

“You can tell?”

“There’s a telepathic link.”

A moment of silence as Jacob digested the information. Something was meant by her statement. Possibly a warning of sorts. Then again, Aurora may have wanted him know these things. He wouldn’t ask for clarification.

“I need a shower.”

And Jacob left Aurora in the room, naked on the floor. Though to him, she seemed to be sunning her lithe body. He tried not to think about it as he showered. Any twitch of his cock would no doubt summon forth Aurora. That thought made him smile as he soaped up.

“How can I be so dedicated to self-control now?” he asked himself out loud. Though he did know. Everything had changed for him. There wasn’t a persistent hunger anymore.

“When did I eat last?”

Getting out of the shower, he couldn’t actually recall his last meal. His stomach didn’t growl to agree on it and he wondered briefly why. As he dried off, Aurora came into the bathroom, still naked.

“Showering?”

“And drinking.”

He watched as she turned the sink on and leaned in to drink from the faucet. Thinking the way she drank form the sink faucet weird, he wanted to comment that a tentacle mouth would work better.

Holding a hand up, he went to correct her of the action, but one look of her fat pussy lips from behind stopped him. Instantly hard and unable to now look away, he did the one thing that he could.

Aurora coughed heavily as he slid himself into her. Leaving her no chance, Jacob moved himself in and out of her without restraint. Eventually, he grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, careful that he didn’t hurt her.

Her coughs tightened her pussy around his cock. Not that he cared, but he went at it even as she pushed her back against his chest.

“Fuck,” Aurora yelled. She tensed and the began shaking as if she was having a seizure. Jacob felt a bit disappointed that Aurora didn’t hold off her orgasm longer. Mostly because the flood of juices would would over lubricate. Jacob didn’t want to spend a lot of time with sex at the moment. That is until their thrusts misaligned and he slid out of her pussy. On the next thrust, the tunnel he slid into wasn’t her pussy anymore.

“Goddess damn it all.”

“I’m sorry,” Jacob said, panicking at the thought of hurting her. Grasping her cheeks, he spread them to try and ease pulling out of her. Much to his surprise, she pushed back hard and it caused him to loose his footing. Falling back, his back stopped against the wall. Aurora followed him the entire way. Still holding her cheeks apart, she shoved her petite self back, impaling his cock deep into her.

“Finally taking what you want,” Aurora sighed at him. A hand reached up a pulled his head into her shoulder. Instinctively he bit into her neck, which caused her to shove back even more. “Stop holding back Jacob.”

He looked forward, eyes locking with her solid pink ones in the mirror. Letting go of her neck, he licked his lips.

“Yes,” she hissed, her own tongues coming out with a swirl of tentacled horror. In that moment, he remembered how alien the woman could be. With a smile, he reached down.

“Jump,” he said.

She did. Not a big jump, he never left the inside of her as she did. He caught her legs and hoisted them up. Straining a bit as he did, it took a second to hold her so he could drive himself in and out of her ass. Concentrating on the hand at task, which the difficulty of it made his arms strain, he barely saw the tentacles begin sprouting from her body.

At first, the tentacles started with her hair as she lost her composure. The second, and one he almost missed by closing his eyes, is that her labia swelled and pulled apart like a flower blossoming. Tendril waved into the air from her sex. The sight almost caused him to drop her, but she reached back with both hands and wrapped them around the back of his head. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was not.

“I’m not gonna hold it,” she said suddenly.

“Neither am I,” Jacob grunted, shoving himself up and as deep into her ass as he could. The feeling of hot cum spurting out of the tip of his cock felt as if it were being pulled by a vacuum suddenly. His orgasm stretched out but while he tensed for the moments it happened, Aurora seemed to buck hard against him. Finally the orgasm subsided and he let Aurora sink to the floor. And sink she did, his deflating cock came out of the ring of her ass with an audible popping sound.

“Fuck,” he said, trying to maintain his stance. Everything burned in his arms and legs. Looking at himself in the mirror, it seemed to him that he looked a bit skinnier. His stomach rumbled in reply. “What did you do?”

“I took what you gave willingly,” she said with a heavy sigh. “That was some thick cum.”

“Shouldn’t that be a bad sign?”

“Why? It’s perfectly normal for a man of your age to produce load after load of thick spunk. It’s tasty and I am always going to çağlayan escort enjoy absorbing it.”

“You’re weird,” he said with a laugh. Noting that she could have used any other way of describing her consumption of cum. “I’m gonna dress and get some food. You should shower.”

Jacob left her in the bathroom laying naked on the floor.

Minutes later, Jacob found himself in the kitchen, worried about what to make to eat. There didn’t happen to be anything to make. With a sigh, he decided to order something. What Jacob didn’t want was to leave and have his father show up. Man would be liable to do something. Though, as he would find, in short order Aurora’s plans differed.

“Let’s go out,” she said walking into the kitchen.

Jacob looked at her in surprise.

“And don’t start with your dad,” she said pointing at him. Aurora wore the nubile petite form.

“Where did you get clothes to fit?”

“I watched some stuff on hemming. Made my own,” she relied. “And don’t change the subject. I know we have no food in the house because I ate it all. Won’t you worry if your dad come home to that?”

“Damn, you’re right,” Jacob replied.

“So, let’s go out.”

“We don’t have a car, I had to steal a shopping cart the last time.”

“Do you even have a license?”

“I do,” he said pulling it out of his wallet and holding it up to her for inspection.

“We need to get this retaken, it doesn’t flatter you at all.”

She gave him the plastic back. This moment marked the first time she had said something negative about how he looked before they met.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, her eyes turning blue. She walked up to him and pulled him into a kiss.

“I’m just saying that with how you look now, the picture doesn’t match.”

Jacob let it go. He had too. Aurora was the first woman to show him anything close to true friendship and companionship. A fear of his is that everything centered on fake. He wanted to be truly loved and wanted. The alien seemed to be genuine to him.

“Alright,” he said. “Should I call a cab?”

She nodded.

“Let’s get food first.”

And that is how Jacob went out for the first time on a date with Aurora. Within the hour, she was next to him, sitting in a booth at a dimly lit sushi restaurant. Everything was going great as Aurora devoured everything she could on the menu. The Waitress had been more than astounded with the amounts.

“Are you sure we can afford this?” Aurora asked putting down the last of the previous plate.

“Yeah, but with your small form, you may want to slow down.”

She sighed.

“It’s so good, but you are right. If I keep it up, my metabolism will slow and I will have to start storing the energy.”

“So after we pay, store?”

“Figured we need a car,” she said with a smile. She drank a glass of water, down in a few gulps.

“You just want me to buy a car?”

“Yeah, why not?” she said as a matter of fact. “You need one and you can afford one.”

“Bu-“

“And your father won’t care, I promise.”

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“He’ll be distracted.”

Sated for now of the fear of the patriarch, Jacob sat back in the booth thinking. He had no idea what kind of car to buy. The though of ever buying one at his previous size would never fly. Feeling excited by the prospect, he decided it would be a great idea.

“Okay,” he said. “I need to pay the bill.”

“I can just offer myself up,” she said with a laugh. “Though, it would mean being out later.”

“Relax, I feel the need too, but we can’t in such a public place.”

“And you’re in no rush to see me experiment with other men yet.”

“My cock seems to be filling you up just nicely.”

The waitress walked up, blushing heavily as the conversations turn in direction was overheard. She gave the bill quickly and walked off.

“She’s cute,” Aurora said.

“You think so?”

“Yeah and horny. You can practically smell the lust on her.”

Interest peeked, Jacob looked around and watched the Asian girl as she moved through the restaurant. A petite asian girl who look adorable in her black pants suit. He did forget the establishment prided itself on a professional appearance.

She eventually walked back up, returning his stare as she did. The girl couldn’t stammer out much, but by the end of the exchange, they paid and the girl had his number.

“I can’t believe you,” Jacob said to her as they walked out the door.

“What? We need recruits.”

He sighed knowing how right she was. Not too mention, their circle of cultist needed to grow more to survive. With another sigh, he let her lead the way out. Minutes later, they were at a dealership.

Now, Jacob wanted something utility like in its inception. His whole reason was having a moving shagging vehicle that could also transport groups fit a communal better. Aurora, while she did agree, insisted time was on their side and such things could wait. Jacob quickly found himself actually being pushed into buying something for himself.

“It’s sweet of you to be so responsible, but take this moment not to be.”

“Even if I do this, we will have to get it registered and I have no insurance.”

She smiled and stopped him.

So far they had been walking away from the sushi restaurant and moving to a car dealership. Though the particular area had more than a few on the same strip. Suddenly, she was in his arms, kissing him passionately. A few car honks later and they were back to walking. Even holding hands as they did.

Jacob never flashed cash anywhere. Even as a rule to anyone. Too many bullying events that left him often with no money. Thankfully, he had cards to different accounts that he owned. Turns out, unless they could get him to take money off of them, which never happened, bullies didn’t care for plastic. As they walked up to a dealership, that fact resonated with him as a dealer walked up to them.

“Hey folks,” he said in greeting arms open in welcome. He wore a grey pressed suit and looked professional with his hair grease back. With black hair and a white smile, he welcomed them. “What can I help you with?”

“We’re looking for a car,” Aurora said with a giggle.

“Ah well is it for the lady?”

The two of them talked, leaving Jacob out of the conversation. So he looked out into the car yard and saw little that drew his interest. He automatically surmised that bigger vehicle would do for him. In the end, he decided that best vehicle to get was a small SUV.

Moments later, Jacob had returned to the two of them. He interrupted the man and informed him of the exact vehicle he wanted. The man didn’t seem to happy that Jacob returned and thus began talking to Jacob.

The man prattled on about costs and the like. Jacob, who had experience with contracts found himself seeing something wrong. The amount of fees and taxes seemed completely off. While Jacob felt his anger rising to the transgression, Aurora suddenly excused herself to use the restroom.

Fifteen minutes later, the contract negotiation didn’t seem to be going well. The phone rang and the man excused himself, snatching the contract fast before walking out. Seconds later Aurora sat back next to him grinning ear form ear.

“What?” he asked her after a few seconds.

“I got a better deal for you,” she said licking her fingers.

“What did you do?”

“We have our first male recruit, though he will need to be bonded to someone soon.”

“You didn’t.”

“I totally did and let me tell you, he was tasty for sure,” she said with a laugh. “He is lucky to be the first male recruit.”

“Oh,” Luke said, a bit disappointed that Aurora couldn’t contain herself. “Why did you do that?”

“The car will be cheaper and we can get out of here sooner.”

Interrupting his retort and punctuating her point, the dealer walked up, scratching his head in confusion.

“Never seen this before,” he spoke sitting down in front. Soon enough, money exchanged hands, to which the dealership balked at the cash purchase in full. They even tried to negotiate add-ons during the payment so that the contract could be amended to them. He knew the game, and refused.

Sitting in the car, Jacob drove around with Aurora. She laughed uncontrollably throughout the ride. The laughter disturbed Jacob a bit as the unabated joy of another person took him into a weird place. He pulled over on a side road and stopped the vehicle in fear that something was wrong.

No sooner had the car stopped, she launched into a tirade of how exciting riding in a car was. She laughed more and he joined in. Soon enough, she had pulled him into the back of the car. Minutes or even hour later, Jacob did lose track of time sometimes trying to satiate Aurora’s appetites. By the time they finished, Jacob worried his father would beat them home.

So in fear, they drove home. Aurora laughed once more, enjoying the thrill of the ride. As they pulled up, he thankfully saw that his father’s car didn’t sit in the drive. With a sigh of relief, they left without even stepping out of the vehicle.

“Where are we going?” Aurora asked with a moan.

The moan caught Jacob’s attention. A quick look over and watched hands rubbing across nipples. One thing about Aurora is that she loved nipples. He figured that out as he often saw he touching them. With a smile, he looked back out to the road.

“Figure the grocery store.”

“Oh.”

Jacob stole a glance at her after her exclamation. What he saw was her shirt up and pert breasts out. Skirt up, she had pulled her legs up and had her mouth agape as her head lay back against the head rest. It didn’t take more than a second to see that Aurora’s fingers buried themselves into her snatch.

“Hey now on the new seats?” he asked with mock anger.

“But it’s so wet,” Aurora groaned. “And it feels so good.”

“But the seats?”

Suddenly the windshield became covered in a sprayed mist as Aurora let out a scream. Jacob didn’t stop the vehicle, but her scent overpowered the new car smell immediately.

“Fuck that was good,” she said with a punctuated sigh. It drew his attention once more for a second and he saw her licking her fingers. Suddenly her head snapped his way. “Want a taste?”

He opened his mouth to respond and suddenly her salty cunt juiced fingers were shoved into his mouth. Without much of a choice, Jacob licked her fingers clean. While Aurora moaned her appreciation, she did make sure that each finger got sucked on properly. After that she pulled her hand away.

“That turned me on even more,” she said to him, biting her lip. “It’s getting hard to stay in this conservative form.”

“You only had to be in that form when my dad was around,” Jacob said with a laugh before concentrating back on the road.

“I know, but it’s nice to çankaya escort be more on your level with my size.”

“Does it bother you to have curves?”

“No silly,” she said laughing. “But it bothers me that my curves can be intimidating for others to see me have when I am with you.”

“We haven’t really been out in public,” Jacob replied trying to piece together when Aurora got the idea.

“The cop made a comment when she first saw me and it seemed fitting after you said something about your dad.”

“I didn’t mean to make you conservative with you form.”

The car stopped as Jacob pulled into a parking spot at the grocery. Looking over at her, he saw that she wore a look of concern on her face as she returned his gaze.

“I love your curves, but I worried that with your motherly look and how affectionate you can be, it could draw unwanted attention.”

“What do you mean?”

“An older woman, curvy as you especially, would put out that you were my mother or worse, some sort of predator on younger males. With me still in high school, people could call the authorities.”

“That makes sense,” she said falling silent. Shifting around, he looked out the windshield while she fixed her clothes. Left a moment to his own thoughts, he almost laughed thinking how funny it was that he gave her a hard time about the affections of a milfy woman. The windows weren’t tinted and here they were with her tits hanging out.

The car door opened and Aurora bounded out with a long stretch. Jacob smiled to himself, hoping that she would be alright. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must be on her. How hard it must be on the others as well.

With a sigh, he got out of the car and hopped that Aurora didn’t have any shenanigans for the shopping.

They went into the store, and Aurora wasted no time in filling a cart. Thankfully, her interest lay only in finding food at the moment. He guessed it had to do with a concentration on making sure whatever fuel food grabbed would work to facilitate worshipping.

Jacob balked at the foods chosen, many on the healthier side, and often wondered how easy it would be to fall back into old habits.

“Hey, so why all the healthy food?”

“Don’t need all the junk food,” she replied. “I worry how hard it will be to maintain my own mass if I eat the greasy food all the time. Plus, I need healthier options for my tastes.”

Jacob didn’t say anything about her mindset. In all actuality, he worried about the vulgarity of her bathroom practices if he asked. No doubt inappropriate not only in public, but her privacy.

Eventually, the shopping ended. They checked out and after two hours, they were back on the road.

“That was fun,” Aurora said with a laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s a lot.”

Jacob stole a glance to the back seat. Not only did the groceries fill the trunk up, but also the entirety of the backseat. He worried for a moment that the amount wouldn’t fit at home. They pulled up and Jacob let out a sigh of relief that his father’s car still wasn’t there.

“It’s about time for dinner,” Aurora said.

“Yeah?”

“Bring the groceries in, I would like to cook for you.”

And she was gone. Jacob felt a queer feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not one of fear, but a rising excitement that he didn’t understand. Normally, any such commands from his father would have scurried him into action. But by Aurora’s command, he needed to fulfill not only because he didn’t fear her, but he genuinely wanted to please her. With a smile, he did as she bid.

It took Jacob almost twenty minutes to bring in all the groceries. Aurora moved much quicker than he thought possible when it came to putting them up. Before long, he stood in awe while watching her lithe body as she filled cabinet space. Aurora even organized by types of food and soon, everything looked to be in a proper place.

“All done,” she said with a laugh.

“What’s all done?”

The deep voice cut the atmosphere like a knife. Jacob turned slowly and walking into the kitchen was his father. There was a malice about him as he stepped in. Then he stopped at the doorway.

Jacob looked at his suit wearing father and saw the malice burning in the man’s eyes. His gaze swept over the kitchen. Not looking at Aurora, he was surprised when she walked up to him and hugged him from the side.

“Jacob is this your father?”

The patriarch looked slowly from Aurora to him.

“You’re not Jacob.”

“Yeah dad, I am.”

There, he saw the fist clench around the clasp of the suitcase. It relaxed and the suitcase leaned up soon on the wall. A queer look passed over the man’s face but he looked over to Aurora.

“Who is this then?”

And like that, his father fell into an act that Jacob found astounding. With hours passing, Aurora and his father chatted while they ate the prepared meal. Jacob’s father had many stories to share and honestly, Jacob felt jealous of the attention she shown him with her open-ended questions. Time went and Jacob watched the clock until it hit about eight. Not included much in the conversation, he began to doze off a bit. Until, that is, when a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Jacob said thankful to bound out of the dining room. Moving through the house, the knocks urged him to be quicker, Jacob opened the door, half expecting to see a cop looking for Meridith.

Instead, standing in front of him was a goddess of absolute beauty. Ms. Devons had an aura of sexuality that wafted off her like an over pheromoned french whore. With a modest dress of blue jeans and a red blouse. Her dark hair was cropped and she wore glasses that gave off a librarian vibe.

His cock responded in kind to her look, springing uncomfortably his pants and straining against the fabric. Memories of fucking her whorish holes at the school while she begged for more of his cock made him struggle. No doubt he would step outside and take her without any complaint from her.

“You need to play along,” she said with a smile.

“Okay.”

“Jacob, who is it?”

His dad’s harsh voice went through the house. It almost made him wince. Thankfully the perceived threat of his father wouldn’t be picked up by anyone but him. No one experienced his father’s wrath but him. Locking eyes with Ms. Devons, he knew he wore a look of worry on his face.

“Tell him the truth,” Ms. Devons said.

“It’s my English teacher Ms. Devons,” he called over his shoulder.

“Is that your father?”

“Yeah,” he replied

“What does she want?”

His father’s gruff voice cut again into the air. He saw a grimace pass across Ms. Devons face. But then she winked at him.

“Won’t be too bad I hope,” she said before brushing past him. “Mr. Grand.”

Jacob stood with the door open still, flabbergasted with his teacher showing up. After a minute, he closed the door and went to sit in the living room. A few moments later, Aurora joined him living room.

“That’s going well,” she said with a smirk.

“Is that what you meant by distraction?”

“Yep.”

Aurora’s legs kicked out from her as she swung the in repetition. Jacob thought it made her look like a teenager on a swing. The look gave her an erotic innocence, but he knew that to be false.

“My father do anything to you?”

“I could tell he was attracted, but its one line I wouldn’t cross on you.”

That implication made him feel better a bit about the situation. Not a good thing if his father aggressively went for Aurora. Whatever hope that his father’s safety would be thrown away at that point. Even Aurora’s sexual persuasions would wouldn’t keep him in agreement with her if that happened.

“And besides,” she said leaning towards him on the couch and grabbing his cock. “I can tell you I prefer the buck and bull you have to his verminous ways.”

He smiled, feeling the tension slip away for an anticipation.

“Ms. Devons changed fast.”

“She hasn’t been completed yet.”

A hand on his face pulled his gaze to hers.

“Make no mistake, your father wouldn’t survive an encounter with any of my kind under normal circumstances.”

“Not because of me?”

“Not, he was deemed unworthy by touch. But you’re important and so making an exception for now isn’t a big deal.”

“When does it end?”

“Whenever you say or when he pursues the sun.”

The invocation of Icarus took him aback.

“You’ve been watching t.v.?”

“No,” she said with a laugh. “I didn’t like the commercials so I swapped to looking at the computer.”

She pulled back with a sigh.

“I didn’t plan for your father all that much.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t stay here can I?”

“Oh yeah, we didn’t address that issue.”

Jacob didn’t even think of Aurora as being able to stay him that night or any night while his dad occupied the house.

“I could have bought you a place today.”

“It’s okay,” she said with a laugh. “I can go to Ms. Devons for the night while we work a more permanent solution out.”

“Should I take you home?”

A quizzical look passed on her face.

“Doesn’t Ms. Devons need some time with my dad and don’t we need some time.”

Aurora smiled bigly at the hint.

“Hey dad, I’m gonna take Aurora home.”

There was a giggle and then a muffled reply. With a shrug, Jacob stood up from the couch and reached back for Aurora.

“Shall we my lady?”

“Such a gentleman.”

He pulled her up and she followed his lead. Outside, after the door closed, Jacob pulled Aurora into an embrace. Head buried into her shoulder her took a deep breath. Nothing smelled so sweet in the world to him than the flowery scent of her. After a few moments, he let the embrace go.

“So do you know where she lives?” Jacob asked as he turned away, wiping his face with his arm.

“Of course,” Aurora replied as she skipped up to him. Soon enough they were driving along the road to the house.

Minutes passed with nothing being said between them.

“You know,” Jacob said after they stopped at a light. “I always wanted to be the kid in the back seat looking up at my parent in bewilderment at them. Curious of how such a love could exist and create such a happy family.”

Aurora was silent.

“I can’t imagine a day where that was true though.”

“We could find a place and fuck in the back seat.”

Jacob looked over at her. Aurora shrugged.

“Way I figure, we can talk about what its like to have that view, or we can try to make it a reality.”

He laughed. A hearty deep laugh and soon as the light turned, he sped through the streets looking for a place to make it reality. Though, it didn’t take long for a place to be found. Situated in some trees behind a park, the both we in the backseat as quick as they could.

Jacob found that stripping the back seat while Aurora peppered him kisses. Their lips met a lot, and eventually, she herself ripped the fabric of his boxers away.

“Hey,” he said in protest to the action.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Sliding into her, she giggled when he bit her neck.

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