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Somehow, you slipped and fell in the canned goods aisle. While others just gawked, I helped you to your feet. “Oh, dear!” I asked. “Are you all right?”

“I – I think so,” you stammered. Damn! Your beautiful face was clammy, flushed…and you had dirt smudges on the seat of your hot-pants. Brushing across your buns, I was keenly aware of the lovely curve and fullness! I swallowed hard. Too many idiots were leering, especially some jerk-off guys. You know the kind. Swollen brains in their drawers, knuckles dragging on the ground. Couldn’t spell KAT if you spotted them a “K” and an “A”.

“Come with me, honey,” I soothed. “Let’s get some air. Fuck the shopping for now!”

You were weaving a bit walking to your car. Some of the flush was gone, but I think you were hurting a lot more than you let on.

I helped you in the passenger side and climbed behind the wheel. There was a wide, erotic swath of sweat in your cleavage and I mentally drooled! God, I thought. Would I EVER love to suck and lick you dry!

“Fuck, I’m SO-O-O-O embarrassed!” you moaned. I put my arm around you, pulled you close; patted your bare thigh. “Honey,” I said. “It’s no big deal! Don’t worry about it. So you fell on your ass.” My eyes washed over some lovely round ass-cheeks. “It looks like you have ample padding to survive many more!”

You really laughed at this, bent forward and rubbed your abundant ass globes. “That’s for sure,” you exclaimed. “Perhaps a bit TOO much!”

“To me,” I drooled, “Your cute little buns look just perfect!” Your face lit up in a cunt-melting smile. God, you were superbly sexy! Your tube-top was jutting out from rigid, pointy nipples that made my mind have mental cums.

“Tell you what, Darling,” I said finally. “Let’s find a quiet lounge and have a stiff drink.”

“I’d really like that,” you said, eyes pleading and soft. “You’re being very kind to me.”

“Aahhhh. You needed a Ms Galahad to take care of you!” I simply COULD NOT keep my eyes off your enormous tits. Now you really laughed, and I felt so cozy (steamy!) being close to you.

Inside the plush club, it was cool, the lighting romantic and subdued…ideal for snuggling and becoming VERY familiar. We hid ourselves at a corner table and ordered wine. All the clamminess was gone now, but the sweat-stain kept my eyes glued to your magnificent tits. Inside, I was churning! I wanted to suck those nipples now!

Your eyes moved to my chest and roved at will for several seconds, not even trying to hide your stare. It was apparent that my 38d’s thrilled you very much. I pulled my elbows back, and stretched so you could get a better view of my ripe, fleshy globes.

Like you, I wore no bra (or panties). My pointy tips were also lush and erect. I thought about that lewd blouse in my drawer back home: cut out nipple openings. Once, on a dare, I wore it to the store. In spite of salivating mouths, I almost got arrested!

Your hand closed over mine on the table. “I really can’t thank you enough for helping me,” you said softly. “For awhile, I felt pretty rocky.”

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart,” I said sincerely. “I’m just so glad I met you…under ANY circumstance!” You pulled the tube-top out and blew down on your nipples. “God, I’m a sweaty mess!” Indeed you are, I thought! But “mess” was not the word I had in mind!

“Honey, kadıköy escort let me drive you home, ok? You still look a bit wobbly.” I lied.

“A wonderful idea!” you exclaimed. “I should learn to put up a better front!”

“Ummmmm,” I murmured. “Sweetheart, there’s not a DAMN thing wrong with your front!” You almost fell off the bench, laughing…and I was so pleased!

We sipped the last of our wine and walked back to the car.

As I drove, I could not resist rubbing your thigh from time to time. You never flinched. In fact, your fingers soothed over mine. Your touch was far more than electric! A certain magnetism erupted and my hands were dying to squeeze the majestic swell of your tits. I hoped I would get that opportunity before the afternoon ended.

You probably guessed that my pussy was profusely oozing from all these erotic touchings. You smiled; mischievous eyes flashing rampant when I stroked, caressed your pliant thighs a bit longer each time….

Your apartment was lavish, well cared for. Glamorous paintings on the walls, expensive vases, real china in the hutch…and a long, mahogany coffee table that gleamed like a brilliant sun.

You bent over slightly, cheeks protruding nicely from your hot-pants. “Is there any more dirt?” you asked. I bent over and breathed very close to your ear and said, “Just a tiny spot along the crack.” Without asking, I ran my fingers slowly along the ass-seam with a bit more pressure than necessary. “Ooooooo!” you giggled. “You’ve found one of my hottest “erroneous” zones!” God, with that tingly play-on-words I was in tears!

You spread your legs a little wider. “Did you get it all?” you questioned. “Hmm! Perhaps maybe I DID miss a tiny spot.” You smiled again and put your head on my shoulder. There was a distinct, delicious odor of sweat that made my pussy twitter with massive oozings.

You turned and faced me, clutched my cheeks with both hands, then moved down and rubbed my ass-slit. “Why should you have all the fun?” you said daintily. “Your ass looks just as appetizing as mine…and feels delectable in my hands!”

Now my legs almost buckled! I pulled you very close and let my pussy grind against you…a sensuous dry-fuck that we both loved.

“You feel so fluffy and full, baby.” Your voice was low, sexy, guttural…similar to Patricia Neal in heat. Our titties crushed against each other, ample tips swelling succulent, full.

I almost stammered when I said, “You might want to come out of that sweaty top now, baby. A bad cold in the nipples is a real bitch!” A few more grinds and then you said, “Why don’t you take if off for me?” Now that I was finally in Heaven, there was nowhere else left to go. You squeezed my hand, led me to the bottom-floor bedroom. Along the left wall, there was a ceiling-to-floor mirror. There were very young nude girls painted in each corner. The rest of the glass was massive!

“They’re my sweet young models,” you told me.

“How old are they?” I asked.

“Late ‘teens. They’re very uninhibited. In fact, I gave them their first pussy shave!”

I wasn’t oozing anymore. I was gushing! In spite of the fact that the figures were only about 12” tall on the glass, it was quite evident they were luscious!

“I’ve always loved to paint,” you continued. “I majored in Applied istanbul eskort bayan Art in college. Never graduated though. I just wanted to try my luck at free-lancing for awhile.”

“If all your models,” I began, “are that beautiful, you will NEVER have any difficulty selling your work!”

Your lips brushed lightly over my neck. “You are so very sweet, darling,” you cooed. “I’m so glad it was you who helped me!” “Baby,” I said. “With your splendid body, NO one is happier than myself that I was there for you. You are exquisitely gorgeous!”

Having said that, I moved the tube up over your head and let my eyes feast on your resplendent tits. Pleasure and passion! I bent and swirled your pointy nipple, circling with my tongue, twirling the whole juicy volume in my mouth.

“My God, baby!” you breathed. “Your mouth will make me cum quarts!”

“Splendid!” I said. “I’ve wanted to suck and lick you since we were in the grocery store. I wish my mouth was mammoth, like some gigantic cavern! I’d swallow your tits for hours without breathing!”

You slid off my top and squeezed my 38d’s. “I don’t want to be horny and naked solo. And I DEFINITELY want to stab and plunder your fragrant pussy with my tongue!”

Yes, Virginia! Indeed there is a Santa Claus!

Suddenly, your sweet lips were raping my tits again; slashing, slicing, nipple and mass consumed by a famished mouth! You gobbled me like a starving waif! “Oh, darling, YESSS!” I screamed. “Suck my nipples! Lick my tits! Eat my white-hot cunt!”

My legs were trembling, forcing erotic goose bumps to rise like infuriated volcanoes! I was almost crazy with lewd desire and need!

Hurriedly, with expert fingers, my cut-offs tumbled to the floor in milli-seconds. The naked image in the mirror was our own porn movie! Your tongue leapt quickly into my flowing pussy. Your sniffs, laps, teases were driving me insane! “Sweet, baby!” I screamed loudly. “Lick me quick and vigorous, darling…suck my cum-drenched pussy! Eat my screaming cunt! Your tongue is a splendid cock!”

You pushed me hard to the bed. There was a ceiling mirror that I hadn’t seen, no doubt because my eyes had been riveted on your pussy. Now I saw my tits bouncing, gyrating with every plunging fuck of the tongue. You put my legs around your neck and sucked my drenched pussy like a woman possessed; upper thighs locked your face against the gushing channel!

“I want to gobble your pussy too, my darling!” I moaned. “My mouth is so hungry for you! Let me gulp every ounce of your cum!”

There, close to me! That streaming, pink-red creamy trench I wanted to swallow whole! I lapped, licked, sucked, flicked, chug-a-lugged all the viscous juice with my light-speed tongue! I’d never been so fucking hot before! I INHALED your sweaty pussy, tasting the salty musk blending with your cum! Someday soon, I wanted to lick and lap your “morning” cunt!

Both our clits were similar in length, about 1” long. I sucked it like a swollen, throbbing cock. Perhaps, I mused, if I sucked long enough, it would grow into an 8” dancing dick! Ummmm! That fantasy made me suck your “cock” SO much faster!

While my whole face buried in your pussy, you reached beside the bed and removed an ice-cube from a bucket, then rubbed it along my puffy pussy lips. Surely I was not really tuzla escort bayan living this, my mind screamed silently. My scalding pussy melted the ice in only one eye-blink. Magnificent, exquisite contrast! From furnace-hot mouth to frozen water was almost more than I could bear. But…you had more erotic games to play! Suddenly, I felt my pussy being coated with frothy whipped cream. On top of that, you poured on warm choc syrup. I had no clue how these tasty treats appeared, but I was far beyond caring! Maybe you knew we’d meet today and prepared in advance. Did I really give a fuck? Your fingers swirled the mix all over my belly, pussy, ass, thighs…coating every inch of luscious tits! You smeared the mix all over my calves and toes. Then licked it all away.

Your face was covered with chocolate cum and frothy whipped cream frosting. Your tongue plunged deep, along with a finger covered with chocolate, into my tight asshole. No one knew more about erotica than you, sweet darling! I was so dizzy from this intense fuck my eyes could not focus!

I saw that your clit had grown about 2” from my sucking. Wow! Perhaps it was not just fantasy after all! Your “little dick” was flaming deep-red by now…your cunt had tiny rivulets of cum dripping to my mouth. Your pee hole was on fire, and I sucked it like cotton candy. Your ass heaved up, then crashed down to my tongue. Aha! I thought. Your sweet little pee hole is one more ultra-sensitive “erroneous” zone! I loved this! Living new spontaneous arousings, giving your complete and utter self for the ultimate joy of sexual sucking pleasure. Experimenting, trolling with wicked, naughty licks and grins – anything and everything to please and satisfy. Scant few men understood that those wet cunts they wanted to fuck and taste could be far more tasty with loving, sensitive foreplay.

My mind meandered through these thoughts as you were saying, “…Your pussy is a sexual deity, Darling! Your cum-slick cove my “all-day lollipop!”

I never knew I could fall in love so quickly.

You put me on my knees and tongue-fucked my ass again, reaming me out with your mouth-spear deep inside the wrinkled walls.

“Next time, baby…and there WILL BE a next time…I’ll invite my bi male friend to join us. We’ll give him a voyeur’s dream come true! Every man alive loves to watch two women eating pussy. And I want to watch you suck his cock and balls…feel gallons of his cum shoot deep in- side your asshole.” My brain did cartwheels from the thought! Without a follow-up licking, the thick, juicy nectar would drain from my cunt for days!

The volume of my lusty cum was too much to hold any longer. My legs tightened around your face and tons of cream squirted way-y-y-y inside your mouth! Small dribbles trickled from the corners of your lips and you bent your face to me. I licked the pungent cream away and kissed you long and deep. Our tongues frolicked, played, twined like horny snakes fucking in the sand! My pussy juice still leaked and you lapped me heartily once again.

Our hot, delirious fucking had been urgent, so intense…as if our cunts had been crushed against a burning log. We cuddled in each other’s arms, hugging so close that onion skin paper could not fit between.

“You really mean it, darling?” I asked lightly.

“Mean what, baby?”

“Your bi friend will fuck me, drown my asshole with his cum?”

“Of course, sweet baby! And then you’ll put your luscious pussy on my mouth and let it drip.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I’ll have a coronary!”

Then you held me very close and kissed my lips and cheek….

© January, 2001 Dot Turner

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Welcome Roxana! And welcome to Roxana’s friend. Doubly welcome, both of you! The tall young men stood impassive and unsmiling as they spoke these words. The couple continued to approach until they were near enough to feel the youths’ sweet breath upon their faces.

“We wish to impregnate the bold maidens who dare intrude upon our sacred isle. After this you must both return to your homes and never trouble us again. Surrender those naked and wholesome bodies to us or never leave this isle again!”

The two trembling girls laid down their willing young virgin bodies on the mossy ground and the shadow of the two strong youths blotted out the sky from their sight. After a heavenly interval, their lovers withdrew and once again stood above them in the same attitude as before.

“Go in peace, gentle pair. Take our blessings back to the world with you!”

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The two friends put their clothes back on after swimming back to the shore. Both were far too overcome by what had taken place on that lake island to be able to speak a word to each other!. They embraced again, once they had finished dressing and made back for the house.

Lady Foxcroft was looking very anxious until she saw the two come into sight and then she merely looked very angry.

“Where on earth have you two girls been all day? My God, Roxana, beşiktaş eskort we’ve been worried absolutely sick about you both! And your hair, girls! Surely to goodness you haven’t been swimming in this weather! You must be absolutely barking mad, the pair of you! And I thought Annie was such a sensible girl! Any way, you’re safe! That’s what matters! Dinner will soon be ready. At least you both know how to be in time for the really important things in life!

Dinner was an enjoyable meal for Annie. Both of Roxana’s brothers and Lord Foxcroft were charming to her and quite put her at her ease. In time, even Lady Foxcroft lost her ill humour and the conversation became animated and enjoyable for all.

The evening was occupied by a mixture of desultory talk and watching the television, until the two girls made their excuses at around midnight and went up to bed together, their arms round each others’ shoulders.

Lord Foxcroft looked at their departing forms and turned to his wife.

“Annie is just as Roxy always said, my dear. Such a down to earth and sensible girl. What a mercy those two became friends. Just what our little darling needed to steady her!”

Lady Foxcroft nodded absently. She was not so sure, all of a sudden. In the morning she would have a talk to Annie!

As luck would istanbul escortları have it, Annie was the first to come downstairs early next day and Lady Foxcroft was waiting for her.

“Where on Earth did you two get to for such a long time yesterday, my dear? We were all frantic with worry. You went out half dressed in that awful cold and were away for hours. Where did you get to?

“We swam over to the island in the lake” Annie knew this was a stupid thing to say, remembering what had happened there! It couldn’t have happened! She had examined herself before going to bed and she was still very much a virgin!

Lady Foxcroft looked furious. The she seemed to be striving to keep calm. Finally she smiled and motioned to Annie to be seated.

“Roxana was such a funny girl when she was little. She lived utterly in her own fantasy world and it got quite out of hand so that we became very frightened for her. She simply had no idea of boundaries between reality and her imaginary world. That’s why we sent her away to school. We wanted some sane influences brought to bear on her! When she started writing home about you, we were so relieved that she had a friend with her head screwed on the right way! That’s why I was so annoyed at your going along with Roxana’s silly fantasies last night.

“She escort fatih grew out of all her others, but that ridiculous island nonsense never quite left her mind! I can’t say how frightened I was just now when you mentioned it. There is NO island in that lake, Annie. You must have both managed to swim right across. Let’s face it! In that fog, how would you have known!”

Annie mumbled some words to the effect that, of course, they must have swum right across. Then Roxana came down and the two friends kissed each other good morning.

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Breakfast was over and the friends were alone, walking down to the lake again. The fog had quite gone and Annie could see that there was, indeed, no island in the lake. They must have crossed it and swum all the way back. How, though? It was a bloody long way in those temperatures!

“Did we really swim to a non-existent lake, Roxana? I remember it all so well.”

Roxana angrily asked her friend what nonsense she thought she was talking – and then winked and grinned at her!

They clasped each other in their arms more fiercely and with more utter abandoned and joyous love than ever before. Annie remembered Roxana’s words on the Cross-Channel ferry, when she had said they were as close as any two people could ever hope to be and Roxana had replied “I hope so, my sweet, but we shall have to wait and see.”

These two supremely lucky people HAD waited and HAD seen. They were indeed so close that no two other people could ever be closer.

When you enter another person’s dream and it is so amazingly real. That really is getting close to someone!

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Author’s Note: All characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidence. Some of the locations in this story are very loosely based on real places.

Recap: This chapter largely follows Katherine and Thorvald who are the de-facto leaders of the “outside surviors” – and who have now set up and organized the shelters. The “inside survivors” are led by Melissa, who has organized the protection of the town’s children, locked into the High School to protect them from the events outside. We are also following Dr. Emily McKinnon, head of the Wildfire project, who is spearheading the scientific response to this infection, and Carl and Ruth, two survivors attempting to escape the quarantine zone.

>>> Philipsburg, PA, Pod A, 19:50

“No good deed goes unpunished.” Katherine finished swabbing the last sensor on.

“At least they are wireless now. My dad…” Thorvald fell silent a moment, then continued. “My dad was in the hospital once, and he had these things all over him. Wires everywhere.”

Imani stepped out of her cubby-room. “You notice the sensors are all for white skin?”

Of the “outside survivors,” Imani was Katherine’s favorite. It helped that, although she was about their same age, she was one person Katherine had not gone to high school with. Imani had moved to town the year prior and taught yoga at the Y, and upstairs at the massage place. She was a pretty, busty, black woman with a bright smile and a kind word. She had been helping with some of the more traumatized survivors, including Joey, a guy with down’s syndrome who was prone to angry meltdowns. When Katherine and Thorvald had mentioned their instructions around wiring up overnight for science, Imani had volunteered to join them, and they had gotten Dr. McKinnon’s approval, along with a rather thorough lecture about abstinence.

Imani looked amazing in her yoga pants and athletic top, but the sensors were a jarring bright beige against her rich, dark skin.

“How come they were only going to wire up you two? Why not everyone?”

Thorvald answered: “Too much data, they said. We were really just top on their list because we set up the first shelter, but there’s only so much data they can process. And, Gebre said they didn’t want to freak out more people.”

“Well,” Imani said, “I’m glad they let me in on the game! I want to contribute to the solution!”

“How do you stay so cheerful, Imani?”

“Meditation!”

“I guess I need to learn that, then.”

“And,” Imani added, “compartmentalization. I will probably spend the rest of my life in therapy, but I am not dealing with that right now.”

“Thank God,” Thorvald said. “I’m glad to know you’re human after all.”

Imani laughed, and Katherine saw the way she looked at Thorvald. “Oh, I’m human, don’t you worry ’bout that!”

“So,” Katherine said, “What now?”

“Well, with the extra shelters they brought in over the afternoon, we’ve got enough beds for everyone out here, and enough food, and we’re all pumped to the gills with that nasty army stuff. You know I heard that gatorade was more sugar than anything, but I’m not so sure that’s a bad thing now. This powdered stuff is gross. But, since the field is still soggy, I was thinking we just hole up for the night and keep each other safe.”

“How do we keep each other safe?”

“Like the doc said, it’s the sexy times that cause the problems, so let’s just all keep an eye on each other and make sure – if anyone starts to get, you know, then the others can help distract. I was thinking, maybe play some cards.”

Katherine took a lingering look at Imani’s delicious curves and wondered how that was going to work out. She was thinking it might be nice to feel the shape of those breasts in her hands, in her mouth, and Katherine had never even been slightly interested in women before.

>>> State College, PA 19:59

McKinnon joined the ConCall a minute early, and found Ana Gonzales already online.

“You got my message?” the CDC director asked.

“Yeah. We put a request through the channels for all the data that hospital can get us.”

“It’s going to be hard to keep this quiet,” Gonzales said.

“Not my department.”

HomeSec came on, and a beat later, General Buckley joined as well.

“Speak of the devil,” McKinnon said.

Both of them raised their eyebrows in unison.

“Ana was observing it’s going to be difficult to keep the quarantine breach quiet.”

Glenn from Homeland Security made an expression suggesting he agreed. “But there are a variety of ways we can control the narrative. For now, we’re calling it a new covid variant. Everyone is used to that, exhausted by it. It shouldn’t cause any panic.”

“Well, here’s the news from my team,” McKinnon said. “We have ascertained that we are dealing with extremely complex metalloproteins and chromoproteins. There are no bacterial or viral structures present, no cells, and no RNA or similar. escort beşiktaş Instead, these protein complexes seem to leverage a wide range of minerals, similar to the way hemoglobin works. But we are still cataloging these proteins. There are thousands or more variants, and we are still getting a handle on the categories of these proteins, but the long and short of it is, there are situations in which they basically leech all the minerals out of a human being, forming the crystalline structures we have seen. Mineral salts that form and grow far faster than occurs in nature, so we assume it is a protein-assisted process. The human dies from sudden, massive hyponatremia — salt deficiency. Heavy doses of salt — aka electrolytes — may contribute to survival. It’s worth noting that the survivor in the hospital was on her saline drip, while the deceased was not.”

“Is that a cure, Doctor? A preventative?” Glen asked.

“Far, far too early to tell. And we are hampered by the fact that we have been unable to replicate results in our labs. For reasons we do not understand, the symptoms have only been seen in humans. In rats and other test animals, these proteins appear to be relatively inert.”

“You’ve tried monkeys?”

“We have a pair of rhesus macaques, yes. They have not, as yet, shown any susceptibility to these proteins. Nor do we understand how, in the absence of RNA, these proteins replicate, but there is ample evidence that they do, so there may be polypeptides handling encoding and replication in some way we don’t understand.”

“That was a mouthful. Other than the electrolyte thing, is there anything we can use here?”

“Nothing we haven’t already discussed. Beyond that: the team has taken to calling this the Arcturus Syndrome, as the meteor appeared to originate from the general direction of the star Arcturus. We have no reason to believe it actually comes from there, but there is every reason to believe this is, in fact, a landfall of extra-terrestrial organic matter.”

“Is it alive?”

“Not by any definition of life meaningful on earth, but we may well have to rewrite our definitions before this is over.”

>>> Philipsburg, Pod A, 20:37

They had recruited Amy into the game. Amy was the oldest of the twelve in their pod. They were calling them pods now, because Military Self-Deploying Remote Shelter just didn’t roll off the tongue.

Amy was twenty four, had a haunted look in her eye, long, lank hair, and wore the ugliest, baggiest clothes possible, like something she had stolen out of her obese grandmother’s goodwill bag.

They sat on the floor of the pod, playing hearts.

Outside, it was just dusk. They had the pod door open, the fresh, warm summer evening humid with the afternoon’s rain, fireflies starting to flash and dance. Their other pod-mates were out and about.

It was all women: Thorvald was the only male survivor, other than Joey.

People seemed to mostly want to be alone. Katherine wasn’t sure what the point of the pods even was, although nearly all the houses had dead people in them, so there was that…

Amy played hearts without much spirit, mechanically tossing her cards, pulling them in when she took a round. But she had either crazy luck or mad skills, because she was clobbering everyone.

They talked about nothing. About the weather, the food, the energy drinks they were continuing to sip on.

Until, shockingly, Imani broke the ice.

“The sex was really good though, wasn’t it?”

Amy instantly burst into tears.

Katherine winced.

Thorvald looked surprised. “I thought we hadn’t…? I mean? That’s why we’re alive?”

Imani made an “Ohhhh” expression. “I guess maybe that’s why you are alive.”

Amy sobbed, now, rocking, and nodding. “The best,” she sobbed.

Katherine cocked her head. “You want to tell us what happened, Amy?”

She shook her head, crawled a little and got reluctantly to her feet; then shut herself in her room.

“So much for hearts,” Imani shrugged. “She was a downer anyway. Girl needs some meditation!”

“And compartmentalization,” Katherine added.

Thorvald, meanwhile, was still catching up. “So you… survived?”

“So you thought you were going to die, early today? When it… almost happened?”

Thorvald shrugged. “I figure we’re all going to die anyway. Might as well enjoy it.”

Imani hadn’t heard this bit. “You two?”

“They caught us,” Katherine explained. “They can see everything in here. They stopped us. But, I kind of thought Thorvald was immune, because, you know. Like us.”

Imani slid over next to Katherine so they could both observe Thorvald from the same spot. He was obsessively shuffling the deck.

“I wish he was,” Imani said. “It would be a shame to lose that fine, handsome body to the crystal monster. We could have some fun with him, couldn’t we?”

Katherine felt the heat rising through her again.

“I thought we were supposed to distract each istanbul escorts other from sexy thoughts.”

Imani pouted. “Darn you, now you’re the voice of reason. Ok, ok. Maybe you and I should take a walk,” Imani suggested. “Clear our heads.”

>>> Phillipsburg High School, 20:48

Melissa never liked talking to Dr. McKinnon. The woman was hard, and abrupt, almost mean. Not at all the way a woman should be. A woman should be nurturing, nourishing, a force of love and beauty in the world.

At the same time, talking to Dr. McKinnon reinforced her authority, and it was very important for the school to have someone in authority.

Dr. McKinnon herself made that very clear.

“The most important thing, Melissa, is keeping the children safe. We have to protect the children at all costs. That is your… sacred… duty. We are counting on you, relying on you. We need you.”

Melissa wasn’t quite stupid enough to believe Dr. McKinnon. She knew the Doctor didn’t like her. But she was used to that. The lord said: “You will be hated because of me, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved.”

And that’s what Melissa was going to do. Stand firm until the end.

But she did appreciate the reminder. This wasn’t about her. This was about protecting the children.

She conveyed the message to the rest of the “team.” They had decided that the surviving members of this year’s graduating class would be the team taking care of everything. Nobody older was allowed in, and everyone younger was under their protection. There were only eighteen of them, including Melissa, her chosen second-in-command, Cody, and also Robby and Janet, as the earliest arrivals after Melissa herself.

After the sat phone disconnected, she set it down.

“Dr. McKinnon is very clear,” she said. “Our duty is to protect the children. At all costs, she said. So, we have kids grouped by age and gender, and you will each take a group and make sure that everything is good through the night. If there is any trouble, use the school intercom. Please don’t use the fire alarm, as we don’t know how to turn it off!”

Everyone had their marching orders, and Melissa set herself down in the principal’s office.

Robby followed her. “Why don’t you take a group, Melissa?”

He sounded innocent, even curious, like he was trying to understand her reasoning so that he could be a better supporter, but Melissa didn’t like the question.

“Someone needs to oversee things. Someone needs to be at the center, because you know the intercoms only talk to the office, and only the office can broadcast. So, that’s me. And because we have sixteen groups, I have asked Cody to basically make rounds, spending some time with each group, checking on everyone.”

“You’re very organized, Melissa!” Again, Robby sounded like he was praising her, but Melissa thought she detected something else, something sneaky and sly about him.

But she was nothing if not polite. “Thank you, Robby! I don’t think any of us were prepared for this.”

He leaned against the door of the principal’s office as she put the sat phone away and tidied things a little bit. He wasn’t leaving… again. Just watching in a kind of creepy way.

“Was there something else, Robby?”

He continued to lean against the door frame.

“Do you remember when you told me to leave, before? In the lounge?”

“I suppose so, I am sorry if i was rude. I was just very tired right then.”

“Oh no,” Robby said. “I enjoyed it.”

Melissa sat down, swiveled to face him. “What do you mean?”

And she saw now that his… manhood… was very prominently erect, within his jeans. He really was some kind of monster! There was no mistaking that bulging cylinder, angled up from his groin. If it wasn’t at an angle, it would surely lift above the waist of his pants! Melissa had to blink hard a couple of times to take her gaze away from it. It almost hypnotized her. Disgusting.

She berated the sin in herself.

Love the sinner, hate the sin.

“I mean, it felt really good to do what you told me to do.”

“Well, Robby, I’m glad you are so helpful. It’s good to take pride in our work.”

“I didn’t say pride. I mean pleasure.”

Melissa gritted her teeth. She didn’t want people talking about pleasure right now. Especially as there was a flush of heat in her belly, and a tingling in her… places.

He sauntered toward her, and she saw the way things had to shift in his pants as he moved. It was extremely upsetting. Disturbing. Distracting. And she was so thirsty.

“Stop!” she said.

Robby stopped, but he was grinning. His skin seemed darker. He was such a little guy, skinny, a bit short for a guy, possibly just her own height. And that pole in his trousers! It was out of proportion, although Melissa wasn’t sure what the proportions should be, she was quite sure this was the wrong one.

She also realized she had just given him what he wanted. An order.

She licked escort kağıthane her lips. It felt good to give orders. It did, it felt really good. A rightness in her heart. A pillar of heat through her body. A strength in her arms, her legs, her gaze.

But Robby wasn’t looking at her eyes.

Darn it. The darned sweatshirt had settled awkwardly again. Her womanly curves were far more prominent than she meant them to be, and her nipples betrayed her.

She had to consciously control her hands, because as if they had a mind of their own, they wanted to reach up and see what it would feel like to pinch and rub those nipples.

No! No! No! Out, demon!

“Out! Out Robby! Get out!”

He looked at her with deep satisfaction.

This would never do, but a thought occurred to her. It wasn’t a good thought, and not a loving thought, but it was a clever thought. She needed to remove temptation, especially temptation such as this, a nerdy, annoying shrimp like Robby really had no place here. And what was he doing? Was he protecting the children? Melissa didn’t think so. Why, he could be quite a danger to them.

And she really didn’t like having that Janet around either. Such an ugly girl, and yet Melissa had seen Cody looking at her.

“Robby, wait a sec,” she said.

He paused at the door.

“Robby…” was she going to do it? “I have responsibilities, Robby. It’s important for me to walk a straight line, to make sure that I don’t lead anyone astray. You know what I’m saying, right?”

He nodded noncommittally. She herself wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying, but it sounded good.

“But maybe you could get what you need from Janet.”

He looked at her, his eyes narrowing.

“Go talk to Janet, Robby.”

>>> Philipsburg, Town, 21:11

“I can see you like him,” Imani said.

“Everyone likes Thor. He’s just a decent guy.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know that in our… condition… we can’t trust anything about our own feelings.”

Imani laughed. “Well, that is true.But I sense something else. Trust Mamma Imani. She can see things that you cannot.”

They walked through the night, each with a grocery bag. They hadn’t started the looting, but at this point there was no benefit to self-denial. Streetlights were on. Trees waved in a light breeze. The streets glistened here and there from the afternoon cloudburst, but things were starting to dry out. It could have been a perfectly ordinary summer evening. But it was silent. No cars, no voices, and now the helicopters were gone. There was an eerie “ghost-town” quality to the silence. Knowing that every house had dead people inside, most of them frozen in some sexual pose or another only added to the weirdness.

“He was a grade older than me. I knew him a bit. Friendly, good at sports but not a jock, good at school but not a nerd, kind of kept to himself. He didn’t go off to college, and I don’t know why. He should have. I guess it doesn’t hurt that he’s the last living man in the world right now.”

“Let me tell you something, Katherine. Right now, Thorvald is back in the pod thinking about you. You are thinking about him. The scientists think there may be a way to survive this thing. Why do you think they wired you up?”

“To get data.”

“To get data about survival.”

“Well why did you get wired up?”

“Because, Katherine, I want to join you. Both.”

>>> Decatur Township, PA, 21:33

They were tired, dirty, and wet.

Carl had lost that feeling of exuberant energy that had driven him earlier. Ruth had grown progressively more irritable as the afternoon turned into evening, and their progress slowed. They lost a half hour trying to get across a particularly rocky gully that was slippery with mud and moss.

But then they heard a sound that sent adrenaline shivering through them both. A truck rumbling down a road.

It was very dark in the woods, and although their eyes had been gradually adjusting, it was definitely too dark for safe scrambling, especially with the ravines and gullies cutting through these hills. Carl was reconsidering his own plan of hiking through the night, and Ruth was clearly ready to turn that gun of hers on him. If it hadn’t been such a miserable trek back home, she might have done it.

But the sound of the truck meant civilization. It meant danger. Danger of being caught. It also meant progress. And, with just a bit of luck, he could put the second phase of his plan into action.

They scrambled onward and came out to the road. Carl really hoped it was the county road he was remembering. Asphalt, one lane in each direction, a very small gravel shoulder. It could be. Should be.

They had already crossed some dirt roads, and a couple of smaller paved roads. But if this was the road Carl remembered, they could get across this and toward the river. He remembered a small cluster of farms, an old graveyard, and a small paved road down to the river, with a wooden bridge. If they could find that bridge, he was pretty sure he remembered the back roads up to Curwensville. He had also been thinking about those farms. But he had no idea whether the farms were to the north or south of their current location, and he wasn’t even positive this was the right road.

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Chapter 13

I started hoping for another Demon challenge as I was asked to go over the last few days for the fourth time in a debriefing.

Did I mention all the kudos and high fives the witches the world over got for protecting our dimension? No, because it never happened. Apparently the government was very uneasy they could not take control the blockers. They also never told what or who, just that the dimension was now protected. I suppose just one supernatural race holding the key was a national security issue. Of course, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

My mother and Cat had thought putting blockers in the Demon dimension a good idea, but it would take at least another three days. Possibly longer as it wasn’t an emergency, they had other things to do after all, not spend all day building enchantments for gravity waves.

To be fair, I did get a thank you from the President and that senator I still couldn’t remember a name for, but I was feeling positively unappreciated at the emotions I was getting from my favorite Feds, dumb and dumber, as they grilled me and asked questions. Another thing to admire about Demons, less paperwork!

I looked at the clock and it was almost three, I’d been in here since nine am. I would think saving the world and all would get me a respectful briefing where they took what I said at face value. Instead I feel like I’ve been put through the interrogation ringer all day. Finally I stood. Making a run for it seemed to be the only way to escape.

“Guys, go over the tapes, if you think of any questions, and by that I mean new questions, not something you already asked twenty times, feel free to contact me. I need to go.”

They glared at me, and for a second, just a brief second, I actually missed the fawning fear as a Ruler. What could I expect though? A hero’s parade, rainbows, puppies and kittens? Perhaps we were part of the government again, and I had my job back, but there was still a level of discomfort there. It was normal too, so I don’t know why it bugged me so much.

I gave them my best clueless smile, as if I didn’t understand they wanted me to stay, and walked out. Despite my blonde hair, I don’t think they bought it…

I opened a portal right outside the room to the condo and jumped in the shower. Tom was excited to see us get home yesterday and arranged some type of group date for tonight. I wasn’t sure what we were doing yet, but it was time for all of us to hang with Gloria. If we all liked her enough, we would go for single dates after that.

It was a good system, but I realized it must be terribly daunting to the outside person, having to get to know and try and impress three people at once. So I was already predisposed to like her for actually being interested.

I dried off and stood with the towel wrapped around my body, staring into the closet. How could I possibly pick an outfit when I didn’t know what we were doing or where we were going. I shrugged, texted Tom for the info, and went to the kitchen and made coffee, I was feeling drained after surviving my inquisition.

I felt a portal open up behind me and Cat stepped out, she was back to a teenager in age but no weird outfit, she looked cute.

She snickered, “Don’t you ever wear clothes child?”

I laughed and said, “Only when I must… What brings you by?”

She reached out and touched my forehead, I was dizzy for a second, but I suddenly knew how to build one of the gravity enchantments.

Cat said, “Since it was your idea you should help, plus, since you were a good part of figuring it out, I thought you might want the knowledge. I expect you to make half, your mother and I will make two more.”

I wanted to object, but that was just my inner laziness, she was right.

“Alright, I can do four of them. It will take longer though, I have work during the week.”

Tomorrow started the weekend, so I could probably make some. If I give up my social life. I could see it took them about eight hours to make one, so I had no room to complain, they had worked sixteen hours a day while I was gone to finish them so fast.

She snorted and said, “You could probably make all of them this weekend.”

When I looked at her blankly she said, “You mean you don’t know why things are so slow around you compared to other Witches? With the perception change you can probably do one every couple of hours, although subjectively it will take you just as long as us.”

I had wondered that, ever since that day on the job when I almost killed the Angel after losing my temper. Things were so slow it almost felt like time was stopped. I was embarrassed she thought it obvious but I asked, “No idea, will you tell me?”

I almost sighed when she asked me a question, but I should have expected that.

“When you spar with a normal human, how much faster are you even without touching your powers?”

Oh my god, I am such an idiot. It was so obvious and I felt so stupid for not realizing it myself.

Of course I was faster, the Witch magic speeds up a bayan escort beşiktaş Witch from Human speed, but Demons are already about four times faster than Humans by default. So of course, the Witch magic speeds up my perception by that much more. I think I must have been red faced because she just nodded even though I didn’t answer the question.

Cat opened a portal and left as I heard the front door open. It was kind of early for either Tom or Bonnie so I poured a cup of coffee and walked out in the living room. It was Tom, and I am guessing the woman with him was Gloria. She looked about twenty two, so she at least a century or two old. She didn’t seem it though. She had long curly red hair, green eyes and a cute face. Her body looked good and I could tell she had D cups, she was also trying not to laugh.

I was in a towel…

I’m a succubus so I didn’t feel uncomfortable in front of this stranger with a towel, but I was mightily annoyed my first impression was going down the tubes. I started immediately plotting Tom’s demise as I pulled my poise together like only a Succubus could.

Tom was blushing, obviously he didn’t think this through and he was figuring that out.

I smiled as if this happened every day and said, “Hi, I’m Ashley, you must be Gloria. Did you want something to drink? I have fresh brewed coffee, or I can arrange something stronger?”

Gloria smiled brightly, “Coffee sounds wonderful.”

Well, I liked her already, someone to share my addiction with. I went back into the kitchen after asking how she liked it and made her a cup. She was putting off good vibes, that would be another plus to the good column.

I didn’t bother asking for the plans again when I gave her the drink, Gloria was wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse, so I walked to the bedroom and shut the door. Well, it could have been worse, last time I made coffee in the condo I had been naked.

I took another sip, then put my coffee down long enough to throw on a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. I slipped into a pair of boots and looked in the mirror. I used power to fix myself, not that I looked bad, just needed to get my hair dry and styled. I grabbed my coffee on the way back out and joined them by the couch.

Gloria asked, “So Tom tells me you’re on the police force?”

I nodded, “Supernatural task force division, among other things,” like saving the world, stripping… The important things.

I added, “It gets crazy sometimes, but it’s a good job, I enjoy it at least. How long have you been in the healing business?”

She said thoughtfully, “Hmm, a long time now, I was a doctor for twenty years before we were revealed. One good thing is I don’t have to move again every five years or so anymore. I can also just heal them straight off instead of giving just a trickle here and there.”

I was at a loss, I wanted to ask more questions but I didn’t want it to get awkward like I was giving an interview. I remembered I still had no idea what we were doing and turned to Tom.

“So Tom, what is the plan for tonight, or is it still a surprise?”

The door opened and we all looked toward Bonnie, I was starting to wonder if he would ever get a chance to answer my question. Bonnie looked annoyed, which made sense, she had been debriefing too, and apparently for longer than I was. I hoped she hadn’t shot anyone.

When she spotted Gloria she reached for a smile and came up with a grimace, I could tell I wouldn’t be the only one plotting Tom’s demise.

Bonnie said, “Hi, you must be Gloria. I’m Bonnie.”

Gloria replied, “Nice to meet you.”

Bonnie looked like she wanted to say more but was at a loss, finally she said, “I’ll be right back…”

A few seconds later we heard the shower turn on and I smiled.

Tom finally spoke, “Sorry about this, I didn’t know your debriefing would last all day, I thought you two would be… well, sorry.”

I sighed, he had a point, if only the U.S. government was that reasonable.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it would last quite so long either, I left mine early.”

He raised an eyebrow so I said, “I ran for it, they were driving me crazy after my fourth time through it all.”

I was tempted to ask again what we were doing, but god knows what would happen next if I did. The world could end. I knew it was a ridiculous thought, but it was there all the same.

Risking it, I asked, “So, what are we…”

Bonnie yelled interrupting me mid sentence, “Ash, can you come in here?”

I sighed, why did I even bother? I hadn’t even gotten the question out that time. I got up and went into the bedroom, Bonnie was holding her hair up in despair and she had an angry look on her face. I suppressed a smile and gave her a soft kiss while I fixed it for her.

“Day from hell, aren’t you glad you came with me?”

She snorted. “Staying with you might have been worth it.” Her lips twitched and she said, “Is that the crap you always have to put up with? Reward of torture?”

I shrugged. “Yes, eskort istanbul although it’s been worse at times…”

She blushed remembering when I was locked up for two weeks. That had been not good.

I kissed her again, just because she was so damn sexy standing there in her bra and panties, then I waited as she put on jeans and a shirt.

She asked, “You ready for the fair?”

I laughed, “I am now…” now that I finally knew what we were doing.

Chapter 14

I took a bite of my loaded up bratwurst sandwich. It was absolutely delicious drowning in sauerkraut and spicy mustard. I was starving from my ordeal earlier, and made everyone stop at the bratwurst vendor for dinner.

The fair was at least ten blocks long, and it had games, vendors, even a few rides. Bonnie had fallen into her cop training and was questioning Gloria while I tried not to laugh. Gloria though was dealing with it well though, I could feel the thread of her amusement, but she was also taking it seriously. I hadn’t felt a negative emotion from her yet, outside of nerves. I almost choked on my food when I realized Bonnie sounded exactly like her mother did when questioning me.

Bonnie asked, “So Tom said you were interested in polyamory?”

Gloria replied, “Oh yes. I was in a similar relationship a few years ago, and loved it, but they were Humans. Nothing wrong with that of course, except when they aged and I didn’t… Things started to get awkward after five or six years when they matured toward thirty and I still looked twenty. They all swore they’d love a mate who stayed young, but it didn’t work out that way.

“I’ve been trying to find another group for a while with no luck. It isn’t very common, and when Tom told me about all of you, well, it sounded good enough to at least try out, see if we could get along.”

We learned quite a bit about her, she was about a hundred and fifty, still a baby for an Angel. She liked to ski, shoot pool and travel when she got a chance. Probably more importantly than any facts, was the way she felt to me, her essence. She was so much like Tom that it made me wonder if all healers had the same basic personality. She was very calming for me to be around, and it was clear she sincerely just wanted to get to know us.

Eventually I stopped the inquisition by suggesting we try out the games, maybe find a beer vendor. I was thirsty from my bratwurst. All in all we had a good time. It wasn’t until close to midnight I found out she had a graveyard shift at the clinic, which probably was for the best, I wanted to take her home with us, and that was jumping the gun just a little.

Of course, that didn’t stop the three of us from having fun when we got home. We did take a few moments from our pleasure to talk about Gloria, and we decided we all liked her well enough to go for single dates. After we all took her out, well we could decide then if it would work or not.

The next morning after coffee and breakfast, when I was feeling awake, I grabbed one of the four jewels that Cat had left me and got to work. It was both easier and harder than I thought it would be. It did take me only about two hours, maybe a little less, of real time. Subjectively however it felt like weeks, and it was a little boring setting up billions of small connections to create a field.

When I got done, I tried to think of an easier way to do it, but came up blank.

I sighed, I still had plenty of magic so I started the next. When I finished that one, I was lower on magic than I should be and sighed. I needed to put off the other two until tomorrow, besides, Cat and mom wouldn’t have the other four done until then anyway.

I also needed to feed. My stomach came first, so I made quick salad and soup for lunch. I wasn’t sure where Tom and Bonnie had gotten off to; they were supposed to be off today. I decided to go dancing, it might help me relax a bit as well as feed. I was only over in the Demon dimension for three days, yet I still felt like I had a target between my shoulder blades. Not that I shouldn’t be alert, but I didn’t think I needed to worry about getting killed by every person in range either.

Perhaps it was more than that. We had closed off Earth, I was about to jail the Demon dimension tomorrow to save hundreds of others, I had my job to go back to in two days, there was a good chance I would have another mate soon. I had my powers under control, and outside of an annoying debriefing there really weren’t any other negatives in my life right now.

Maybe it was just my inner pessimist, all that good stuff with no bad in sight had my teeth on edge. I thought it a little sad that I couldn’t accept good things, but on the other hand, my life has never been that easy. Not much to do though, except wait for the other shoe to drop. Another possibility, it could be my Witch abilities warning me something was coming. If it was, it was being very vague about it. But I hoped it was just my pessimism.

I decided to walk, try and clear my mind on the way to escort fındıkzade Tony’s. The fresh air would do me good.

I did feel a bit better by the time I got to the Sapphire club. But there was still something nagging at me. I went in the back entrance and got changed. This time I wore knee high boots, red thong, matching lacey bra, jean shorts that barely deserved the name, and a denim vest. To finish off the look I put on a cowgirl hat.

When I looked in the mirror I thought I pulled off rodeo slut very well. I made my way out on the floor and went over to the bar. Tony didn’t look happy, until he set eyes on me, then he smiled.

“Ash, could you do me a favor and work a full shift? I’m two short right now, so if you wouldn’t mind doing more than your usual two rotations?”

I smiled, “How could I say no, especially if you pour me a drink.”

He was family of sorts after all, and had done me many favors over the last few months. It would hardly be an issue for me to stay here for the afternoon and evening, until nine or so.

“Sorry, I didn’t even say welcome back, I heard you were back two days ago?” he asked as he handed me that drink.

I nodded happily. “Things went well I suppose. Hopefully we won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

We shared some more small talk while I finished off my drink. I figured since I was going to be here that long I might as well not waste the energy, I figured I would be full in an hour or so of skimming. That meant a lot of energy from our lustful patrons would just go to waste. I transmuted part of my boots, so they were studded with stones. It wouldn’t hurt to have a life energy cache for an emergency, and that made me think fondly of my theatre experience.

By my fourth set I figured out there was a slight issue I hadn’t accounted for. I was incredibly hot, horny, and ready for sex. I was overcharged big time, and I still had quite a few more times on stage. Offloading into the stones was helping, but the energy still passed through me to do that, and it was having a noticeable effect.

The men in the audience could hardly miss how wet I was, considering it was one of the places they looked, and my thong was soaked by now. I was quite sure they could see the painfully hardened nipples peaking through the lingerie bra as well, which was unmistakable once the bra came off. They didn’t complain of course, so I just went with it, if anything I got better tips, but it was only the promise of Tom and Bonnie later that kept me from losing it.

Tony thanked me at eight, and said he had enough girls that came in and I could split. He looked very amused at the state of my arousal. It was clear to me now that my succubus side did in fact influence my own body. My Aunt Jezebel did get horny when she danced, but she was never a hot mess like I was right now. It had actually gotten to the point I used power to prevent myself from having an orgasm right on stage.

I walked in the back, changed as fast as I could, and took a portal to the condo.

Tom was on the couch… getting a blow job from Gloria. And Bonnie was not home. I must have missed the memo, maybe they tried to tell me this morning, but I was so deep in a trance for those four hours they couldn’t get my attention. I reached out for Bonnie’s presence, I knew it so well now, and she was on Long Island visiting her family?

What did I miss, and how awkward would this get when they saw me? I assumed this was his single alone date with her tonight, and things apparently went well. Fuck. I didn’t want to interrupt that, not that I didn’t want to do them both until they passed out on me right now, but I wanted to do this right, and that meant my date with her first, before screwing her brains out.

It didn’t help at all that she looked hot taking in Tom’s rock hard nine inches, I needed to leave, now.

I went in the bedroom and grabbed the other two jewels. I needed a distraction if they were both unavailable. I checked my messages just in case I missed something, and sure enough I had one for both of them in my queue from when I was checked out. I wasn’t sure where to go for a minute, then I made a portal to my room at my mom’s house, and got to work…

Not wanting to drain myself, I just used one of the stones I filled up earlier to power and anchor the enchantments. I had gathered a lot of power over the time I danced and one stone was enough to do them both, and I still had another eleven of them. The gravity wave jewels were more than just for creating the waves. They also had spells to keep them equally apart and in orbit.

They also absorbed power directly from radiation and sunlight. It was a brilliant if surprising way to do it. All Witches can gain power by stealing from the nature around them, but the thought of doing that is anathema, no Witch would wither grass, trees and other living things. But out in space, absorbing the sunlight and harmful radiation wouldn’t harm life at all.

It was after midnight so I checked the apartment and Tom was the only one there. According to the message from Bonnie she would be back in the morning, she was spending the night at her parents’ house. I took a portal back home, glad I was done with making those gravity wave enchantments. I just needed to wait for the other four before placing them above the Demon’s world.

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Andena was still a little out of breath when Danette ordered the group to stand to attention. Miss Danette had gone to great lengths to make the most complicated track ever. It was easier than Andena had thought it would be. Her core had helped her on several occasions such that she had completed the track not only without any mistakes but she had also outrun the androids.

She had seen the fat and ugly man staring at her when she was performing the given exercises. His presence hadn’t initially bothered her because she had been enjoying the opportunity to move her muscles extensively.

She thought that his high-pitched voice didn’t fit with his enormous size, and she had trouble keeping a smirk off her face. She had looked at Miss Danette several times during the exercise and been reassured by her smiles. She knew that she had performed well, and she had channelled her energy into appearing as android-like as possible.

She saw Miss Danette talking to Mr. Yousima while they were inspecting the others. Andena didn’t like the familiar way in which Mr. Yousima was touching the androids. Every time his hands seemed to move towards their breast, but he diverted at the last moment by moving the zip a little bit higher or pulling the collar straight.

When he arrived at Andena, he asked Miss Danette, “I assume you have the data chart of Hybrid-00 available?”

She saw Miss Danette eyes getting a little bigger before she stammered, “I, I do. It’s on the bench over there.”

“Would you be so kind as to get it, Miss Danette?”

“Yes, certainly Mr. Yousima,” she responded and hurried away to fetch the folder without hesitation.

Andena was uncomfortable being alone in the man’s presence. Her fear became tangible when he said with a sickly smile. “You’re such a pretty girl. I love your perky tits.”

To her dismay, she saw his grubby hands with those horrible fat fingers – which looked like sausages – reaching for her breasts and just before he could touch them her hands shot out to his wrists. He tried to move his hands closer, but Andena kept them an inch away.

His smile had disappeared, and he snarled, “Let go!”

Z instantly gave her a warning, “Andena, he is too strong. You will fall backwards.”

She answered, “I don’t care as long as he can’t touch me.”

She knew he was strong, but there was no way that she was going to let him touch her intimately without putting up a fight. He tried to move his wrists, but Andena had locked her muscles into an iron grip. Mr. Yousima suddenly pushed with his whole body forward and she only could walk backwards to keep the distance. She knew that she would eventually collide with the wall and deliberately searched with her feet for the wall with every step she took.

“You will hit the wall with a lot of force, Andena,” warned her core.

She replied, “I know, I think if I extend my foot I can soften the blow.”

With four steps Mr. Yousima slammed her up against the wall, but she had managed to soften the blow. He pushed with all his might, but he still couldn’t reach her breasts. Andena was happy to see how strong her muscles had become, but she wanted to get out of this awkward situation as soon as possible.

She suddenly placed her boot against Mr. Yousima’s sternum and asked her core, “Z can you show me how much power I can use without breaking his bones?”

She saw to her delight two dials appearing on her display; one for her arms and one for her leg. She knew now what to do and within a second after placing her foot on his chest; she released the power built-up in her muscles. Andena was amazed that she managed to launch Mr. Yousima at least fifteen feet away. As he was gliding over the floor, she heard Miss Danette scream, “Double Zero! NO!”

She heard a roar coming from Mr. Yousima which didn’t surprise her at all, and she prepared herself for him to charge at her. She was surprised how quickly Mr. Yousima was on his feet again, and she was quite impressed by how fast he was charging at her. Applying her Martial Arts training Andena stepped aside and grabbed his arm to swing his body away from her. With a frustrating yell, Mr. Yousima could barely keep his balance when Andena let his arm go. He shouted, “You filthy little slut!”

Miss Danette pleaded with a hoarse voice, “Double Zero! Don’t do this! You can’t win!”

Andena ignored her because she was focusing on Mr. Yousima as he walked slowly towards her, snorting like an angry bull. He crouched down when he was just a few feet away from her, and she knew he would try to launch himself at her. Andena knew he was no match for her and calmly waited for him to attack.

“What do you think he will do?” asked her core.

“He will try to launch at me and slam me to the floor.”

“Will you let him do that to you?”

Andena had no time to answer her core because Mr. Yousima flew towards her. She jumped just high enough to let him pass underneath her and aimed a powerful kick at his back. His body slammed to the floor with a loud smack, and he skidded motionless towards the wall. Andena was surprised beşiktaş escort bayan that he was on his feet again within seconds. His tirade of curses left her unfazed, but the high pitch tone of a charging laser gun was enough for her to pay close attention to him. She was stunned when she was suddenly surrounded by the androids.

“01: We will protect you Double Zero.”

As she was peeking past the androids, looking for Mr. Yousima, she answered, “01: He has a laser gun which can cut you in half!”

“01: It is unlikely he would damage us beyond repair. Try to follow us and keep yourself safe.”

“I’ll give you instructions Andena.”

“Okay.”

“Go left!”

Andena moved to the left and nearly bumped into Zero Three when she saw that her core had changed the text into, “Go right!”

It was hard work to keep herself in the middle of the group while it was constantly moving in different directions. Because she had to read her core’s instructions, it was making her slower than usual. However, she knew she was safe for the moment. Andena heard Miss Danette shouting, “Double Zero, stop this charade immediately!”

All of a sudden the group stood still for a longer period and she dared to peek between the androids. She saw Mr. Yousima looking flabbergasted at the group of androids and saw to her relief that he had dropped his arm which was holding the gun. He shook his head, and then his harsh voice echoed against the walls of the hall, “All systems halt!”

All of a sudden the androids slowly collapsed like ragdolls to the floor. As Andena was crouching down to keep protected, she asked her core, “Z, what is happening to them?”

“The androids have been disabled by Mr. Yousima’s command.”

The nine androids were lying like a bunch of unconscious women sprawled over each other which made Andena stand out as an easy target. As she looked up, she stared right at the barrel of the weapon which he was pointing at her like a madman. As he started to laugh, she understood there was no time to run towards him and slam the weapon out of his hand. She needed to jump into the air to surprise him and hopefully she would be fast enough to kick the gun away. She was happy that her core had noticed her intention to get ready for the jump because her display showed, “Jump now!”

Her muscles released the stored power, and she launched herself towards him. At the moment he pulled the trigger, she managed to hit his wrist, and she was sure she could hear the snapping of bones. It was a sickening sound, but she was thankful that the laser beam just missed her by a hair. But as she saw the wall rushing towards her, she realised she had forgotten that she needed room to stop her forward movement.

Not again!

Today there was no door which would open just at the right moment; this time, she knew she would collide at full speed against the very solid wall. She screamed as she crashed into the wall and felt dizzy as she landed on the floor with a loud thump. She had managed to protect her face but her whole body was in pain, and she couldn’t breathe at all. Her display was showing all kinds of red lights, but she couldn’t focus enough to see what her core was saying.

It was silent for a few seconds until she heard someone charging into the hall shouting, “Mr. Yousima, are you okay?”

Andena recognised Joshua’s voice and was pleased she wasn’t alone with Mr. Yousima. Mr. Yousima moaned and said with a trembling voice, “I think I’ve broken my wrist but go and check Miss Danette.”

Andena managed to read the text finally on her display, “Andena your oxygen intake is dropping what is wrong?”

“The smack against the wall has slammed the air out of my lungs. I’ll recover soon.”

Andena still couldn’t breathe which was a little frightening. It had never had taken so long. She heard the footsteps rush away from her and a second later she heard a loud gasp followed by retching noises. Mr. Yousima shouted, “Joshua! What the fuck is the matter with you? Tell me how she is!”

Joshua’s voice sounded cramped as if he had trouble to speak, “I’m afraid she is dead, sir.”

Andena managed to gasp a little air in her lungs and wondered what had happened.

“Nonsense! Quick, get a cabin and fix her up!”

“I’m afraid that is not possible, sir.”

She heard him ask annoyed, “What do you mean not possible?”

Joshua whispered, “Because she is missing half of her head.”

There was a faint burning smell, and she was shocked when she came to the conclusion that Miss Danette had been hit by the ray of the laser gun. It must have happened when she had kicked it out of Mr. Yousima’s hand. Andena felt her heart beating in her mouth; she was responsible for the death of Miss Danette!

“Your heart rate has doubled. What is happening Andena?”

Andena felt horrible, and she desperately wanted to get more oxygen into her lungs as she retorted, “I’ve killed Miss Danette!”

“No, you didn’t Andena.”

Tears were forming behind her closed eyelids as she replied, “Miss Danette escort istanbul was hit by the laser beam when I kicked the gun out of his hand. I am responsible for her death.”

“You didn’t pull the trigger, Mr. Yousima did. It was not your fault Andena.”

Andena felt a little better when she realised that she couldn’t have known that by kicking the gun out Mr. Yousima’s hand it would accidentally kill Miss Danette. She was terrified as to what would happen to her now. She was a little relaxed that she could get more air into her lungs but her body was aching all over, and she didn’t dare to move in case she had broken something.

She heard Mr. Yousima get up with a grunting moan, and as he was walking to Joshua, he grumbled, “That is not possible.”

Andena thought it was strange to hear Mr. Yousima trying to mask his gasp. He exclaimed, “Oh! Right! Send Olga a message to get here ASAP and you’re going to do exactly what I’m going to tell you. First, bring the hybrid down to the cellars and put her in the metal locker.”

Joshua asked placidly, “The one with the magnetic lock?”

“Yes, because she can’t force it open. Now pay attention, Joshua. Second, get the final android from Miss Danette’s lab and re-render it into Miss Danette’s body and bring it down to our lab. I’ll take care of Miss Danette’s corpse. Capisce?”

She couldn’t believe how unfazed Mr. Yousima was giving orders. Joshua retorted with a shaky voice, “Yes, I understand Mr. Yousima.”

“Good, here take this. Shoot her if she moves. I’m going to get my wrist fixed.”

Joshua meekly replied, “Yes sir.”

Andena was shocked knowing that Joshua had the gun. She knew that the only way to survive was to remain perfectly still. She asked her core, “I assume you can help me to keep my body as still as possible?”

“I can fixate all you muscles, but you need to breathe.”

It was the first time she became aware that her core wasn’t as smart as she had presumed it to be, and replied cautiously, “Well, maybe you can do it in such a way that I still can breathe?”

“But then you will move your whole body.”

“Yes, but as long as I don’t move any other part of my body, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, let me know if you still can breathe in enough air because you’re lying on your chest.”

Now she did understand Z’s concern and she replied with a little smile, “Of course Z. I’ll make sure I won’t suffocate.”

“Do I sense you’re smiling?”

“Maybe. Please Z, do it now.”

“Okay, fixating your muscles.”

Andena noticed the change, and it made her breathing a bit more difficult. She told her core, “I still can breathe. Thanks, Z.”

She heard Mr. Yousima leave the training hall, and she heard Joshua slowly walking towards her. His breathing was fast, and he softly murmured, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. What a fucking mess!”

Then the door slammed open, and Olga’s voice boomed in the hall, “What the hell happened here Joshua? Did you really kill Miss Danette?”

Joshua snorted and spat, “Would I be the one holding a gun at Double Zero?”

She giggled and in an instant her voice changed into a whimpering tone as she said, “Oh fuck! That is sickening! How did this happen?”

“I think that Mr. Yousima accidently shot her when Double Zero kicked the gun away.”

Olga groaned a little and said, “Well at least she didn’t suffer.”

Joshua responded, “Yes but I’m sure I’m going to remember this for a long time. Did you know Mr. Yousima had this gun?”

Olga sighed and said, “No. I find it disturbing he just handed it to you as if it’s nothing special.”

Joshua affirmed, “These are highly illegal you know.”

She grumbled, “Yes I know. Come on quick. Let’s move Double Zero on the trolley before she comes to. I don’t want you to have to use that gun on her.”

Andena regretted what was about to happen because she knew it would be painful but she was still utterly surprised by how her core had managed to make her whole body as rigid as a wooden plank. Only when they had dropped her roughly onto the trolley did a spike of pain shoot through her body but luckily she couldn’t move a muscle. Olga exclaimed, “What the fuck happened to her? Why is she as stiff as a board?”

Joshua said, “I don’t know. She flew herself against the wall. You should see the recording. It was amazing what she did. It is a pity that she has turned rogue. I’ll bet Mr. Yousima wants a detailed report of her core.”

They were silent during the trip, and Andena was relieved that her core had fixated her muscles to make her lay still. The only thing she could hope for, that she was strong enough to open that locker.

“Are you still okay Andena?”

“Apart from the painful bruises, I guess I’ll survive.”

She heard Olga saying, “Did you know that someone called Haruz of the Archon is busy re-commissioning all nukes?”

Andena’s core asked her, “What is a nuke?”

She hadn’t heard the term before and said, “I’m not sure, I think it’s a kind of weapon.”

“Oh shit, really? What’s that all about?” Joshua asked.

“Don’t etiler bayan escort know but looking at the numbers there will be enough warheads to destroy the Earth four times.”

He gasped and asked, “Fuck! Does Mr. Yousima know?”

“Yes, and he said that we have to go to plan Gamma.”

“That doesn’t sound good.” Andena commented to her core.

“I agree, but the question is why are those nuclear warheads being re-commissioned.”

Andena heard them open a door and after that, something heavy was opened with a loud thud. They lifted her from the trolley and before she knew it she felt the cold metal hitting against her back. She heard them moan, and a second later an ear deafening thud made her environment completely dark.

She sensed that she was being dumped into an upright cabin and realised it would be her coffin if she couldn’t get out. The way her body was laying against the cold metal was very uncomfortable, and she said to her core, “Z, I think you can relax my muscles now.”

Joshua gulped when he received the 3D images of Miss Danette. Her body was drop dead gorgeous, and now it was going to be immortalised. The last android was already in the machine set to be re-rendered. Joshua had calculated how long the total process would take, and he had decided to wait for it. He could already start on the next enjoyable task.

He had received additional instructions from Mr. Yousima, which was to determine which android’s body dimensions matched closest to Miss Danette’s. That meant he had to look at all the 3D images of the androids which he definitely didn’t mind. He had seen their bodies and there were a few who were hot as hell. The only downside was he had to be fast and accurate. He could enjoy looking at the images, but there was no time to have some more fun. Because of Miss Danette’s generous cup size, he was able to narrow the selection down to the other androids which had similarly impressive tits.

In the end, there were only two androids left which had a similar build to Miss Danette. Joshua had them all displayed on a screen and marvelled the view. After a leisurely study of the three amazing bodies, Joshua came to the conclusion that android Zero Five was the closest match. He was startled when he heard Mr. Yousima behind him asking, “And Joshua? Which one you think it should be?”

Joshua blushed because he had his hand in his pants and he stuttered, “I, I think android Zero Five, sir.”

He felt the blood running to his face, but he realised that Mr. Yousima couldn’t have seen it. Mr. Yousima pondered for a while and acted as if he hadn’t noticed Joshua’s embarrassing situation. He countered, “Hmm, I thought Zero Eight was a better match.”

Joshua was shocked by his remark because he couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. His fingers flew over the keyboard to add the extra 3D image, and he was very reassured when he saw the result. Relieved he suggested meekly, “She does have the same form, but she is about four inches shorter, sir.”

Mr. Yousima conceded reluctantly, “Yes, I see it now. Right. How long will it take to copy the data of the core from Zero Five to an empty core?”

“Not that long, sir. I guess it can be done in fifteen minutes sir, but I assume you will want to use that copy for Miss Danette’s android and that means we will need to replace the identity which is a time-consuming process.”

Joshua heard Mr. Yousima sigh which was not a good sign, and he quickly said, “I think the android can be ready within the hour, sir.”

Mr. Yousima’s broad smile gave Joshua a severe case of goose bumps. He hated Mr. Yousima’s patronising tone as he said, “You’re finally getting it, Joshua. Good, I want you to inform Olga that I want the androids in the lorry at eleven o’clock sharp.”

Joshua knew that he would have to work his butt off to get it all done and said with a forced smile, “All will be ready by eleven o’clock, Mr. Yousima.”

Joshua sighed because he hated the fact that Mr. Yousima had walked away already without listening to his last sentence. He sincerely hoped that one day Mr. Yousima would miss vital information.

Andena slowly slid down towards the bottom of the cramped place in which she had been dumped. She knew that Z had released her muscles one by one. It was a strange feeling, and it still scared her a little that she had lost control over her body. She knew it was for her protection but nevertheless it was not supposed to happen! She sighed deeply, and she was pleased when her core informed her, “You’re back to normal now. How do you feel?”

She carefully moved her arms and legs to find out what damage her collision with the wall had caused, and she was just a little sore. Her elbows and her toes were the most affected, but she was sure she hadn’t broken any bones. She replied, “I’m pretty fine, considering I smacked against a wall.”

She recalled what had happened after that and shuddered as she remembered what Joshua had whispered. It was still shocking that Miss Danette had died. She knew it wasn’t her fault but deep down she felt guilty that she had rebelled against the horrible man. She drew some comfort from the fact that Miss Danette had died instantly. But still it wouldn’t have happened if Mr. Yousima hadn’t been out of control. Cold shivers ran down her spine as she recalled the moment that he had tried to grope her breasts.

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Thanks everyone for reading my story so far, to recap Arya has just confessed to Jen about stalking her so what will her reaction be to this? Be warned patience will be needed for the hero to resolve her situation so hang in there…

Jen blushed slightly but smiled “Huh, well, you cheeky minx, I think in that case I deserve a good look too… if that’s ok.”

“Umm, no wait, oh shit, I’ve got something I have to tell you, ummm how do I put this, errr I’ve been pretty confused lately and life’s been a real emotional whirlwind, okay so here’s the thing, I’ve um got a boyfriend, he’s also a pilot on this base.” I blushed profusely as I said this, my face screwed up in anguish. Jen stepped back in surprise holding up her hands.

“Woah there, are you for real? Girl you need to get your head straight, you’re into guys?” I shook my head vigorously “Nooo, I saved his life, I was confused, oh god I don’t know.” Tears began to pour down my face as I broke down. Huge sobs wracked my body as I poured out what had been so much pent up emotion for a very long time. Jen moved closer and lifted my chin wiping the tears from my face as a slight smile broke through her serious expression.

She shook her head “Look hun, you’re going to have to have a serious conversation with this guy, decide what you want, you’re sweet, I’m not going to lie, kinda hot too, but you need to fix this first, do you think you can do that?”

I nodded slowly wiping the rest of the tears away. Before I pulled away I pressed my forehead to hers for a few moments enjoying the feel of her arms around me, the warmth of escort bayan beşiktaş her breasts through our clothes against mine.

We separated, I smiled wanly “I’ll talk to him, I’m sorry about how messed up this is,” my expression troubled and serious. She stroked my face again “Hey hey there sweetie, don’t worry, you think you’re the first girl to find this out about herself like this maybe you’re bi who knows?” She gave me a wink. “Get back to me when you’ve talked and we’ll see.” I nodded again and with a few muttered words transformed back into a sparrow before her eyes, flapping over to the window, landing in the windowsill for a few moments before saying a brief awkward goodbye and flying out above the buildings again heading homeward.

I awoke the next morning knowing what had to happen. I’d spent a few hours the previous evening searching my feelings and knew deep inside how I felt. I went through the routine and flew over to the base hoping to find Altyro. It was much easier said than done as he wasn’t in his room and I checked all the places where he hung out or worked but to no avail. Later in the afternoon a large cargo plane landed and a number of men and women disembarked. I spotted him near the back of the group and noticed he was chatting to a pretty female pilot with carrot coloured hair who was laughing as he spoke to her.

My heart leapt in my tiny bird chest, a strange unexpected feeling of relief filling me as I watched them chat away as they headed into the main debriefing hangar. I followed them in becoming a fly before istanbul escort reached the door into the outer office. They then walked through the various corridors until everyone sat along one side of a long conference table, with three high ranked officers sitting opposite, looking at some notes and files in front of them. The debriefing lasted about an hour before everyone was dismissed and all the pilots hit the showers.

I’d decided to stick with Alty and see what happened next. About an hour later the group met in the cafeteria spending a couple of hours there before having a few drinks in the bar. I saw how again Alty and the red head were chatting animatedly and sitting closer than normal for colleagues in my opinion. Another hour passed and the red head said goodnight, leaving Alty with his buddies at the bar. I began wondering if I was jumping to conclusions when after half an hour he said his goodnights and headed back to his room. He reached his door and opened it without his key, as I followed him inside, I saw her lying on the bed wearing only one of his tee shirts and a pair of white lacy panties.

He grinned at her as she moved into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and opened her legs invitingly, smiling sweetly at him. I couldn’t believe what I as seeing but quickly felt relief and excitement overtake other emotions as I remembered the way Jen had smiled at me the day before. He sat on the bed and let her strip off his shirt and he stood to help her pull his jeans down leaving him in his briefs which already had a sizable bulge in them.

She taksim bayan escort giggled at the sight of his obvious arousal and removed the teeshirt, revealing her heavy breasts, her nipples swollen and pointed with her own arousal.

He grunted with desire as she grabbed his briefs pulling them down to free his excited prick, which pointed at her at her at face height. She pulled him towards her and bent her head taking his erection into her mouth moving her head back and forth bringing loud moans from him as she licked him and sucked him deep, till his head reached the back of her throat. He was trusting slightly and beginning to tense as he began to approach his climax. She pleasured him for another thirty seconds or so then pulled back as she sensed him very close.

She shook her head smiling wickedly “Uh uh uh.” and slipped off her panties laying back on the bed opening her legs and rubbing her clit alluringly as her climbed in to the bed and eased his erect prick into position near her entrance. She moaned “Mmmm please, I’m so hot for you now,” and opened her lips for him to smoothly insert himself into her, thrusting into her, as she raised her hips against him. She began moaning louder now, her sounds increasing until she cried out as her sex spasmed with her first orgasm. His movements became more intense and brutal as she took very little time to come a second time. I watched entranced, as his own cries rose above hers as he released jet after jet of his seed into her.

I noticed the open window at this point and quickly flew out into the black night knowing we’d be having a very different conversation very soon.

Soooo that was certainly a turn of events and a relief for Arya, but surely hurtful too for someone who has an emotional involvement despite her recent self discovery, how will this pan out? All will be revealed in chapter 6.

Till next time

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Twenty-eleven hours, I looked at my watch as the metal walled box I was travelling in shuddered to a halt in a series of heart stopping jerks, to the accompaniment of frightening bangs and clanks. The lights dimmed, only the emergency lighting remained on, the elevator was stuck somewhere between the twenty-fourth and twentieth floors. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, heart hammering a staccato rat-a-tat-tat on my ribs as my fear level peaked.

My fertile imagination, fuelled by watching too many disaster movies ran wild. In my mind I saw a series of cinematographic stop motion images, showing the strands of the steel cables breaking one by one until the lift car hung by a thread. Taking a series of deep breaths I regained control of my mind and shut out the thoughts.

My sole companion was a woman in her thirties who looked like a typical secretary. She visibly relaxed when I spoke. “Shall I phone or will you.”

“You’re a woman!” She exclaimed. Funny how even in this age of sex equality, in a city where women executives are almost as common as males, there is still a preconception that all motorcycle couriers are male. Looking at the woman I realised that only a few minutes earlier she had signed for the first of the three packages I had delivered to firms on the top five floors of Mithras Tower. Her reaction was proof that in our leathers we are seen as objects rather than people. Then I realised I was equally guilty of pigeonholing people, initially I had only seen a mid-thirties ash-blonde office worker.

“I’ll phone.” She said opening the little flap that concealed the emergency phone. There was no instantaneous answer when she lifted the receiver, as we waited both of us grew more concerned. Nervously she tapped a pointed toe on the floor, I twisted and wrung at the clipboard in my hand.

“Hello Rapide Elevator and Escalator Services, Frank speaking. How may I help?”

“We are stuck near the top of Mithras Tower.”

“Are you actually in the elevator?” Frank asked.

“Yes.” She replied.

“What a pratt, why else would we be calling!” I muttered under my breath.

“How many of you are there?”

“Two of us.”

“That’s good at least you are not overcrowded. I am afraid you are going to be there for some time, construction work has damaged an electricity sub-station and the whole of Olympia Square has no power. Your lift is one of more than twenty lifts in need of rescue.”

I snatched the phone from the woman. “How long is some time?” I demanded.

“Oh six maybe eight hours, less if they restore the power.”

The man’s cheery almost off-hand voice set my nerves on edge. I pictured him sitting in a comfortable office, with nothing to do other than answer the telephone. I was seething, stuck in a lift I was loosing money. To be honest all these feelings were probably triggered by my mild claustrophobia, not that the walls were pressing in on me nor was I screaming, but I did feel trapped. This was not the first time I had been trapped in a lift. I was sure it would not be the last time – lifts were an occupational hazard for everyone whose work took them into the tall office blocks of the City of London.

“Shit.” The woman said kicking off the shoe of the foot she had been tapping. “Everything always goes wrong at the same time look a bloody hole.” She said pointing to her big toe, which protruded through the gossamer of her tights. When she lifted her skirt I was treated to a tantalisingly swift flash of red knickers and a pair of shapely thighs. She hooked her thumb into the waistband of her tights and slid them down to her knees. Sitting down on the floor she removed her other shoe and completed removing the holed hose. “Might as well sit down, it’s more comfortable than standing. You know that’s my third pair of tights this week, of course you wouldn’t have that problem.”

I was dying for a cigarette, if the power was down the smoke detector would be disabled, I pulled a pack from my bag and lit up. The lift had an invitingly deep pile carpet, I lowered myself to the floor.

The woman coughed. Here goes, she is going to complain about my smoking. She coughed again. I looked at her. “Do you think I could have one of those?” I handed her a cigarette and my lighter. “Thanks, I gave up two years ago to get the job. There is a rigid no smoking rule throughout ataköy escort the tower.”

I unzipped my leather jacket, took it off and rolled it up as a pillow. “Your making yourself comfortable.” The woman laughed nervously.

“May as well.” I replied. “Six hours is a long time.”

“This is terrible already I feels like the walls are closing in on us.”

“It could be worse. At least we are not in one of those external lifts, imagine sitting in one of those glass capsules exposed to everyone’s gaze like an animal in a zoo.” I said recalling the last time I had been stuck and that had only lasted for about two hours.

We fell silent, maybe I dozed. I became aware of a rhythmic sound. She was lying on her back one leg bent, the other crossed over it swinging, I smiled – she was masturbating. Watching her made me feel horny. The idea of making a move on her had not entered my mind, not even when she had removed her tights but this seemed to be an open invitation.

I slid across the floor to where she lay. She uncrossed her legs when I laid my hand on her thigh, then lifted her shoulders allowing me to slip my arm around her. Our lips met, her teeth parted to admit my tongue, her tongue curled itself around mine. My hand slid up her thigh, she parted her legs as I reached the top of her leg, my fingers slid under the damp material of her panties.

Her slit was already sopping wet. Her damp labia felt firm beneath my fingertips, moving a little deeper I found her erect clitoris. She gasped when I pinched it between my forefinger and thumb. I tugged at her clit, gently milking an orgasm from her.

Breaking off the kiss I slid down her body. Hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to slip them over her hips, she assisted by lifting her bum and in a trice I had removed the lacy red garment. Meanwhile she had hiked her skirt up to her waist revealing her neatly trimmed heart shaped golden bush. “Very nice.” I said as I traced the outline of the heart.

“Glad you like it.”

The skin of her abdomen was textured with half moon dimples. Intrigued by them I traced their shapes, she wriggled. “That tickles.”

Puzzled by what they were I continued to trace their shapes. “Please stop, surely my stretch marks aren’t that interesting?” Stretch marks, I had heard of them, but to the best of my knowledge had never before been intimate with a woman who had had a child. Certainly I had never been with a woman who had stretch marks.

“Wait a minute.” She said pushing me away. She got to her feet and went to the phone, once again there was a lengthy wait before we heard Frank’s voice. “Frank is that you?”

“Yes. Two in a lift in Mithras Tower right?”

“That’s right. Can you tell us how much longer.”

“They say the supply will definitely be back on in five to six hours, so unless there is a medical emergency that is how long it will be.”

“Thanks.”

She hung-up the handset and rejoined me back on the floor. “It’s warm in here.” She said as she began to undo the buttons of her blouse. I pulled her nearer to me and undid the remaining buttons. Her blouse fell open revealing her white bra. Through the fabric I could feel her nipples. A man would have torn her bra from her, I preferred to take my time. Building up to the moment of removal by gently teasing and tormenting those tender orbs. My fingers traced the shape of her curves through the material, gently moulding them in my cupped hands Kneading the encased globes. At last I got the reaction I had been seeking to provoke when she pleaded with me. “Please… please touch them, take my bra off and touch them I want to feel your skin on mine.”

As the bra fell away her breasts drooped, her long rouge nipples were pointing down towards her navel. I supposed that their flabbiness was a result of childbearing, when they were firm her breasts must have been impressive. I took one in my hands and began once more to knead it. She pulled my head towards her. I took the elongated rubbery teat between my lips, as I began to suckle on it she gave a soft low moan.

As I sucked her breasts I inserted my forefinger and middle finger of my other hand into her vagina, whilst diddling her clitoris with the ball of my thumb using a gentle circular motion.

As I suckled, she ran her fingers istanbul bayan escort through my hair gently stroking my head, whilst ensuring that I did not lift my mouth from her nipple. “Bite me there.” She cooed, her hips writhing as I sucked and bit on the teat. “Oh honey this is so good please don’t stop.” As she came her vaginal muscles went into a spasm of clamping and releasing on my two inserted fingers and her fluid washed over them.

Suddenly she pulled my head back. “Do the same to the other one.” Once again I took the distended teat into my mouth, far quicker this time I began to bite and suck, feeling the nipple swell and harden in my mouth.

She reciprocated, slipping her free hand under my sweatshirt and seeking my comparatively minuscule breasts and under developed nipples – breasts so small that I had never worn a bra. One of my better endowed friends used to say, they looked like two fried eggs.

However as men are always fond of saying size is not everything and my breasts were no less sensitive than any other woman’s. The instant she touched my nipples, I gasped with delight as electric tremors surged through my body. A warm wet glow mushroomed in my womb. As I came I bit her, it was not intentional, but the feeling was so intense that my jaw clamped shut on to her teat. She screamed. Realising what I had done I opened my mouth and pulled away. “Sorry.” I said.

“Sorry? – That really hurt me you know.”

“Sorry it was just a reaction when you made me cum.”

“You came – I came! When you bit me it hurt like hell and I came like a bloody tap had been turned on.” I began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” She asked.

“I… I… I was just thinking what a pair we are if we can cum from just having our boobs played with. One might say.” I broke off into peals of laughter, it was infectious she began to laugh too. “One might say we are a pair of…” She joined me with the punch line. “Right Tits.” We said in unison.

The laughter changed the nature of our relationship, up until that moment we had been no more than sex objects to one another. This natural pause we punctuated by smoking another cigarette. It was as we smoked that she spoke again. “Do you realise we might know each other’s tits but we don’t even know each other’s names. My name is Margaret but my friends call me Maggie.”

“Pleased to meet you Maggie I’m Janey.” I responded with mock formality. “My nickname’s Flame-On.” I added gesturing towards my head.

As we smoked a second cigarette we talked about ourselves and our lives. Hers sounded amazingly rich and complicated by comparison with my life. I was a single woman with no dependants. She had two children, both boys, by day she worked as a system analyst (whatever that involved) and an ex-husband.

“So you are bi,” I said when she mentioned the husband.

“No!” She replied, speedily adding. “I wanted to be normal, to have a family so I married – it was a disaster. I hated sex with him, I hated lying to him covering up my affairs. It was a relief when he caught me in bed with the au-pair.”

“That’s different, I thought it was the husband who got to do the au-pair.”

“Well he didn’t, maybe he wanted to and that was why he was so angry.”

“Where are your sons now?”

“With the au-pair. No not the same one, this one is sex mad, unfortunately she is only interested in boys.” She stubbed out her cigarette. “But enough of talking let’s make love properly this time.” As she spoke she shrugged off her open blouse and reached for the waistband of her skirt.

I was naked from waist up once I’d pulled off my sweatshirt. Removing my motorcycle boots and socks took little time, but my leather jeans clung to my legs. First I had to stand up and ease them over my hips, then I had to sit down to roll them down my legs, eventually I was as naked as her.

The polished metal walls and ceiling of the lift acted as crude mirrors. Despite the image being blurred and slightly out of focus, I saw an ill assorted couple. I was like a stick, slim hipped, a barely discernible waist and flat chested; my gatepost legs and legs with muscles developed wrestling my bike through the traffic were totally out of proportion to the rest of my body. My head crowned by hair so red it looked like a burning bush, so bright it had earned me the nickname escort tuzla “Flame-On”. In contrast she was the personification of femininity, big breasted, a distinct waist, broad hips and shapely legs. Even the stretch marks seemed to add to this female image. I would have sold my soul to have her ash blonde hair.

Her skin was soft pampered by beauty products. Her nails, fingers and toes were painted and neatly manicured. I used only a simple moisturiser, mainly to combat wind-burn, my finger nails were clipped functionally short. My only real concession to my femininity was the total depilation of my body, I hated the sight of my bright copper pubes. Truth to tell I hated my hair full-stop, if I did not look such a freak I would have kept my head shaved. I did it once I looked ghastly – like the victim of some terminal illness, so I tolerated my curly red crown.

“Penny for them!”

The sound of her voice startled me back from my reverie. “I was looking at us on the walls, admiring your body and feeling sorry for myself.”

Snuggling closer to me she kissed my neck. “You’ve got a lovely body.”

“Like a stick, with arms and legs that don’t fit.”

“Do you always feel sorry for yourself when you make love.”

“No.” I replied turning to her I put my lips to hers and pushed her down. I kissed her nose, then her eyes. She began to speak, I silenced her by kissing her lips. Raising myself on my knees I began to kiss her breasts. As I rained kisses onto her stomach I turned so that I was straddling her head.

When my lips reached her mons she opened her legs, raising her hips inviting me into her secret places. I placed my hands under her, raising her hips higher. She drew her legs up wrapping them around me pulling me down closer to her. Bowing my head, my tongue entered her slit tracing along one side of her firm little fire bud. Her hips shifted as upon reaching the end of her clitoris instead of continuing onto her vagina I reversed direction and tracked along the other side of her clitoris.

Damping my tongue I laved her clitoris with long licks. When she began to move her hips in a circular motion I knew she was not far from cumming. I sucked her clitoris between my lips and teased the delicate hood with my tongue.

“Please be careful not to bite me.” I heard her whisper just before she began to arouse my clitoris. I shivered with anticipation as her tongue traced the length of my clit, spurring me to redouble my sucking and teasing of her little bud.

When she took my clit between her lips, I plunged my tongue into her vagina, lapping up the sweet tasting fluids. I had to stop just press myself close to her as tremors wracked my body. Then came that terrible precum period when it felt as if I would not achieve an orgasm. That dread moment of self doubt, of doubting my partner, of fear that she might leave me high and dry. As she sucked and tongued my clit I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding out the climax. As always at its height as a warm fountain gushed somewhere deep within me I felt almost as if someone had hit me in the stomach. Then came a wave of gratitude, I wanted to hold and cuddle Maggie, to be close to her.

I could not follow my desire she had her needs, I shifted my attentions back to her clitoris laving it with languorous strokes each terminating with a sharp crossways twitch. Soon her whole body was moving then she began to screech at me urging me not ever to stop. As suddenly as she’d started screeching she fell silent, her body still, I lapped the nectar as it welled from her upturned vagina.

In some sort of unspoken mutual agreement we turned onto our sides, lying more relaxed but still nuzzling each other’s sex. As we licked and kissed there was none of the earlier urgency. Now our sex was long and slow, it sounds incongruous to speak of sex in a public lift as being unhurried, but it was – after all we were going no where in the immediate future.

Maggie pulled away from me. “Please Janey no more, I can’t take any more.”

We lay on the floor in quiet companionship sharing a cigarette. At that moment I felt really close to this woman and think that she felt the same. After I had stubbed out the cigarette she kissed my earlobe and whispered. “Janey thank you. I want you to know that I’ve never cum as many times as I have with you.”

Checking the time we decided we ought to get dressed. Then we spent the remainder of the time talking about ourselves, our views on many things. Before power was restored we exchanged telephone numbers and promised that we would keep in contact. A promise I intended to keep.

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How I Had My Secretary Seduce My Wife Ch. 2

I was exhausted after watching my wife Sharon, and my secretary Linda, going at it like two sex- starved nymphs. Linda brought my wife to so many crescendos’ and then let her hang until my poor, beautiful, wife had to literally beg Linda to let her have a climax. Linda definitely had the advantage because I told Linda the ways to get Sharon a little crazy, and the one thing I told her was that Sharon just kept wanting more and more orgasms and the only way I could last was to get her just about to her peak and then back off, otherwise I would cum in a matter of fifteen minutes or so. Watching my wife having a mind blowing orgasm in itself, is the most beautiful and erotic thing that I can think of.. I will always try to have her keep her eyes open while she is going through a volcanic orgasm, like Mt. Etna in Italy, because she glows as I look into her eyes and I feel as though I can see right into the depths of her soul.

But as exhausted as I was, what they did after they got back into bed brought back the blood circulation to my aching cock. Let’s face it guys, as we get a little older, women can run circles around us when it comes to endurance in the sex department. Let’s put it this way; we can beat them in the 100 yard dash, but they can clobber us in the 26 mile Boston marathon.

Linda going down on my wife was one thing, but was my wife going to be talked into doing the same to Linda’. I could tell that between the work-out and the shower, Sharon now was completely sober. Not the she had been drunk, but the alcohol had her lose some of her inhibitions when it came to lesbian sex when Linda first initiated it.

They were lying on the bed, both of them refreshed from their showers. They were at the touchy feely stage of foreplay, but I have to admit that Linda was doing most of the touching and Sharon was being a little hesitant, I could tell that she just wasn’t quite sure as how to respond. They were both enjoying this as well as getting aroused again. (God bless women, I would be crashing right about now.) However, I forced myself to stay awake because I wanted to know if my wife would reciprocate and go down on Linda’s beautiful bald cunt, even though I knew in the back of my mind that with Linda’s prompting it would be a fact.

‘Well beautiful, are you up to some more fun” Linda asked my wife and being aware of Sharon’s hesitation..’Oh god yes Linda, I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed your touch. I wish that we could make love all week-end.”Hey, what about me,’ I Thought to myself. With that said, Linda took Sharon’s hand and moved it on to her breast.’You know Sharon, what I would like for you to do to me is give me a good breast massage, I love to have my tits worked over and my nipples pinched and pulled.’ When Sharon hesitated for a moment Linda said,’Just play and stimulate them as you would with yours.’ While Linda was instructing Sharon on what to do, she had her hand between Sharon’s thighs and was putting pressure on her pussy and flicking her clit. Linda knew just how to keep my wife in a constant state of arousal.’OH YEA,’ Linda moaned. Her nipples grew hard as Sharon manipulated them as if they were her own,’that’s it, your hands know exactly what I want, but now göztepe escort I want you to suck on them, chew on them as if you were my teething baby. Oh fuck yes, that’s it.’

While Sharon was working Linda’s sensitive nipples, Linda, in her growing excitement, was massaging Sharon’s pussy more vigorously and that was evoking moans from both of them. Linda, with her free hand, took Sharon’s hand and moved it down her stomach and then slowly to her prominent mound.’Sweetheart, I want you to start playing with my pussy. See how wet I am. I want you to put a couple of your fingers into my cunt and feel how hot you’ve made me.’ I could tell that Linda was aware of Sharon’s growing excitement and that Sharon was becoming more aggressive in her actions.

I could even hear the swishing sound that Sharon’s fingers were making in Linda’s hot love hole.’Now Sharon, bring your fingers up to our mouths so that we both can lick off my sex juices together.’ As Sharon obeyed Linda’s request and brought her dripping fingers up to Linda’s mouth, Linda pushed Sharon’s fingers into Sharon’s mouth. Sharon was caught off guard but she had no choice but to suck off Linda’s juices.’Now baby, give me a deep tongue kiss so I can taste myself in your mouth.,’ as she pulled Sharon’s mouth to hers.

Damn, they looked like they were swallowing each others tongues, but after a couple of minutes they broke it off and Linda asked,’how do I taste” Linda could see that Sharon was not quite sure as to how to answer and then added,’How do I taste compared to you’ You do taste your sweet cum don’t you’ I thought that you tasted yummy and I want to drink more of your honey.’ Sharon was a little embarrassed to admit that she often tastes her love juices, but she only does it when she thinks she is alone, not knowing that many times I have her on video doing exactly that, and I know she loves the taste. She loves cum and loves to swallow; hers or mine.

But much to my surprise, Sharon did admit to Linda that she in fact did enjoy the taste of her own juices and told Linda that she really enjoyed hers every bit as much, if not more.’I Love the feel of your smooth mound.’ Sharon told Linda,’does it take a lot of time to keep it that smooth and does it feel better when someone goes down on you”’You better believe it sweetheart, and as soon as you give me some good fucking head with a shattering orgasm, I’m gong to treat you to your first pussy shave and you’re going to find out for yourself how much better it feels to be tongued without that messy hair.’

Now I knew that Linda was getting overly excited because whenever we started talking about hot sex when we were in the office, I was aware that her vocabulary would go from refined to vulgar, i.e. shit, fuck, cunt, cock and then she would dash off to the ladies room to relieve herself with a good fingering orgasm. I enjoyed hearing her talk that way, from her I didn’t find it distasteful or disgusting, but what I enjoyed even more, when she came back from the rest room, she would always have a nice glow and would say,’O.K. boss, I got to get back to work.’ as if she just snorted a line, but then again, who needs to snort anything when a good cum will give you the same high. WOW!! I wish I had a hidden cam escort bayan in the rest room, maybe I’ll put one in there soon.. As you can tell, I’m a voyeur, and have been one since I knew the difference between boys and girls.

Linda slowly pushed Sharon’s head down towards her waiting pussy. Her lips were engorged as her excitement filled them with blood and from my view, it looked like her thick cock like clit was throbbing.’Ooohhh, c’moonn honey, get that long hot tongue down there and start licking my boiling cunt, I feel like I’m going to explode soon.’ Linda spread her legs as wide as she could to give Sharon complete access to her drooling love hole. I think that Sharon was thinking,”now it’s pay back time,’ for when Linda held her back from cumming.

But Sharon herself looked like she was wound up like a spring and ready and anxious to have an orgasm of her own. Then she did it, my sweetheart got her face into Linda’s dripping pussy and started going at it like it was the’last Supper.”OHHH FUUUCK YEESSS’ Linda shouted.’That’s it lover, your tongue feels fantastic. Now put a couple of fingers into my cunt and finger fuck me like I tell you too; curl the end of your fingers upward as if you were trying to rub my clit from the underside. That’s it, do you feel that ridge” YEEESS, that’s it, you’ve hit my G-SPOT, now massage and put some pressure on it. Ohhh Fuuck YEESSS baby, rake your fingers across the area and start nibbling on my clit, YEEEAA, suck it hard. ooooohhhhhhhh shhhhhiiiiittttt, ii’mmmmmcuuuuuuummmmminnng. Quick, put your mouth over my hole so I can squirt your mouth full of my delicious cum.’ Her entire body was pulsating as squirt after squirt shot into Sharon’s mouth. Sharon was swallowing Linda’s cum, but some of it was dribbling down her chin. Her face was soaked with cum

While Sharon was swallowing the cum that Linda was squirting out, (much more than I squirt,’) she had her hand under her and was grinding her own hot pussy into it and she came, as well as I did. So that left us all shaking from orgasms and breathing hard. This time I was the one that almost passed out.

By this time it was early Saturday morning and I was feeling like a zombie. The girls were once again in the shower and Linda had Sharon sitting on the built-in bench with Sharon’s leg spread wide. She gave Sharon’s clit a couple of licks and then started shaving my wife’s pretty, curly pussy hair, she even got some of the fuzz that was around Sharon’s asshole.

When she was through, Sharon’s pussy looked beautiful, as if she was a pre-pube little girl; I loved it.’Now baby,’ Linda said,’lets get you back into bed and I’m going to let feel the difference between a hairy pussy and a bald one. Sharon giggled a little but I noticed that she enjoyed the feeling as she kept rubbing her hand over her now totally exposed pussy lips.

When they got back into bed, Linda told Sharon to turn around so that her head was by Linda’s feet.’I want you to do the same to me as I’m doing to you.’ Linda told Sharon. Linda started to suck on Sharon’s toes, one by one, as if she was sucking a cock. Sharon started doing the same to Linda. Linda squished Sharon’s toes together and put them all into her mouth and was sucking away as Sharon tuzla eskort did the same. They worked their way up each others sexy legs until the were at that place were we all came from and will cherish it until we die.

Their lips were glistening with their wetness, again Linda told Sharon, almost in a whisper,’do to me exactly as I do to you.’ I could tell by Linda’s voice that again, she was in a heightened state of arousal. Linda softly licked the folds of Sharon’s hairless pussy and the went down and started to lick around Sharon’s rosebud. I knew Sharon loved that because she always has me play with her butt hole. Sharon let out a little moan.

Linda put one finger and then another into Sharon’s, now very wet hole and Sharon was now doing the same to Linda. Sharon was now a BI sexual woman. She didn’t have to be prompted to doing anything, her female sexual instincts took over and she was into it as much as Linda.

As the licked, sucked and teased each others cunts, that were now in an explosive state of arousal, Sharon took her fingers out of Linda’s engorged hole and then worked her lubed fingers into Linda’s back-hole and started to finger fuck her in her butt-hole. Linda, caught off guard, not expecting Sharon taking the initiative, groaned loudly,’OOOOoooohh FUUUUuuucccck,’ and then did the same to Sharon. I could tell from the way Sharon’s body trembled from her being finger fucked in the butt hole, that she had a mini orgasm.

Then they went right for each others clit and after they both had their final orgasm’I hope,’ I say’I hope’ because I’m ready to pass out. Then they went head to head and almost devoured each others tongues as they tasted each others cum covered faces and mouths.

‘Did it feel different when I licked you on your hairless pussy” Linda asked.’OH GOD it was so much more sensual,’ Sharon said.. The were just fondling each others bodies when Sharon asked Linda if they could’get together’ again soon.’Damn, my secretary is going to replace me with my wife.’

They got out of bed and Sharon said that I would be calling soon to tell them I was on my way so she better change the bed sheets, (they were soaked with their bodily fluids, mostly their cum. I wanted to smell it because that smell is like an aphrodisiac to me.) and just clean up a little before I get home.

I quickly and quietly ran to my car and came rushing into the house.’Oh honey, I thought you were going to call first.’ Then she said,’You look awful, are you O.K.” I told her that I was up all night with my friend and we had so much to talk about.’So Linda, I see you decided to stay over and keep Sharon company.’ It pissed me off that without any sleep they looked as refreshing as if they had just slept all night and I looked like I was on my last leg to hell.

‘Guess what Bob,’ Linda and I have a lot of things in common and we plan on getting together more often.’ As Sharon said that I glanced over as Linda winked at me.’That’s great hon, I knew that you and Linda would really hit it off.’ Then I thought to myself,’geez, I better find out who is having a sale on video tapes, I think I’m going to need a hell of a lot of them..

P.S. I want to thank the many that said how much they enjoyed my story. If any of you out there want to leave your e-mail address, I would like to get back to you to find out what it was that you liked. The first part of this story was the first that I have ever written, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated from either male, female, gay or lesbian.

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Sorry this took so long. Life threw me a couple curve balls, which was then compounded by the fact that drafting this took more than a couple of tries. Nevertheless, here it be. I started wondering about RJ’s exploits before meeting Lauren (because I have drafts of Alice’s story simmering on the back burner, and RJ features in that one, as well), and threads of this plot started coming together. Given the types of characters herein, I am compelled to state explicitly that any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy it. Your comments/emails are always appreciated!

Caveat Emptor: This story is similar to others in my canon: slow build, romance over sex, and a will they/won’t they arc. You have been warned!

My thanks to Ripley for gamely reading multiple drafts of this story, and for setting me on the right path (mistakes were made; enough said).

Prologue (The Long Ago Past, New York City)

Frederick Edevane heard the door to his study open. “You’re early,” he muttered, not looking up from his work.

“I’m actually bang on time,” Gideon Wright corrected, “If you had a clock in here, you wouldn’t have to keep guessing…”

Frederick waved his hand dismissively, “They’re distracting. I don’t think well with one in the room.”

Gideon settled into the only other chair in the sparse room, “You know, most people would be surprised to see that your study resembles a seventeenth century classroom. Blank walls, one table, one bench… this chair…”

Frederick looked back down at his ‘desk’, a long table with multiple stacks of paper and books, neatly placed. He slid along the bench from one end to another in a practiced glide and came to a stop, “This works for me. If it ain’t broke…”

“No, you mad genius, I wasn’t talking about the utility of your ridiculously simple planks of wood,” Gideon chuckled at his best friend, “I was saying that people probably assume you do your work in something akin to the size and grandeur of the Library of Congress.”

Gideon sighed at Frederick’s blank look, before explaining, “… because you and your family’s made more money than pretty much anyone else on earth…”

The blank look morphed into a more uncomfortable one.

“… Sorry, bud, I call ’em like I see ’em…” Gideon shrugged.

The fortunes and influence of the Edevane family conglomerate were broad and deep. Frederick, for whom the ‘genius’ label was not far from the truth, further added to the family’s wealth with his prodigious portfolio of patents and licenses. Gideon was Frederick’s first (and only) college roommate; the two of them had hit it off immediately, and a lifelong friendship was forged. Gideon went on to carve a hard-earned path to success as the chair and senior litigator at Halprin Uxley & Beckett, one of the largest and most prestigious law firms in the world. The two men stayed loyally involved in each other’s lives, and in close proximity as they each married and had children. They had daughters the same age – coincidentally born minutes apart – who grew up more like sisters than friends.

The two families lived within a five-block radius of each other on the Lower East Side of New York, each eschewing the more lavish residences of the City’s Upper East Side. Granted, the Edevanes lived in a well-appointed – but anonymous-looking – four-story carriage house on Eldridge Street, so it was still a gem of a property. The Wrights lived in a three-bedroom apartment nearby on Broome Street.

Life spun along smoothly until Gideon suddenly found himself a widower and a single dad. His daughter Marlo was about to turn thirteen when their world flipped upside down. Gideon quit his job, took Marlo out of school, and the two of them went on a one-year sabbatical to travel the world, stopping in as many cities and waypoints as they could. The sabbatical served many purposes: It gave both of them some distance to process the loss of Marian Wright, and also provided them the necessary time and experience of being a two-person family versus a three-person family.

When father and daughter returned to the States, two things became clear: First, the Edevanes embraced them both as part of their family; second, Gideon had no interest in returning to the life of an in-demand corporate lawyer. Frederick Edevane wasted no time in poaching his best friend’s legal experience and intellectual horsepower. Frederick had long ago ceded the running of the conglomerate to his wife Jacinta, herself a seasoned veteran of Wall Street; further, he realized he lacked the wherewithal to control, deploy, and monetize his growing repository of innovations. Gideon was the perfect General Counsel the Edevane Group had been waiting for.

Freed from corporate governance responsibilities, Frederick happily spent his days in his Spartan study, dreaming up new ideas. More often than not, Gideon and Jacinta had to coax Frederick out of his intellectual kartal escort cocoon. His preference for keeping a low profile often hurt him in the world of content-overload: his silence was assumed to be pompous, his lack of outreach a sign of arrogance. A recent BNL article was the perfect case study.

“You know,” Gideon continued, “If you’d just allow for a little more PR, people might actually see you for the deeply philanthropic nerd that you are, instead of the evil fat cat hoarding money in your mansion.”

Frederick sighed, “That’s not a narrative that PR would solve. Did you see the Business News Ledger article today about my lack of philanthropy? Now that’s saying something – the BNL, the most pro-business, pro-capitalist paper – writing a biting critique about my charitable giving.”

“They put in a nice picture though,” Gideon noted with a healthy dollop of sarcasm.

Frederick snorted, “They superimposed a crown that says “King Edevane” on it. Like I’m some Marie Antoinette equivalent. They can think what they want – but we probably should do even more.”

“I know the editor at the BNL, I can talk to him. Off the record. They don’t know what they don’t know, Frederick. You’re an easy target: You hate publicity, all your philanthropy is strictly anonymous, and you don’t ever set the record straight… you just come to me and say, ‘we need to do more.'”

“There’s always more to do,” Frederick insisted, “… and… don’t talk to the editor of the BNL…”

“Shocker,” Gideon shrugged, “I promise I won’t. No, no, no, don’t go back to your work. We need to go through some college stuff for the kids. Please sign these things first… you’ve been sitting on these for weeks.”

Gideon nodded sagely at Frederick’s look of surprise, “Yep, it’s here, old man, your eldest is off to college. And no complaining from you – at least Fiona’s only going to be an hour’s drive away. Marlo flies off to Los Angeles next week. I might just beg Halprin to take me back and let me work out of their LA office.”

“You won’t need to beg. You can bring me in as their biggest account,” Frederick’s logic often stomped over other people’s attempt at humor. He signed the stack of college forms for Fiona: health care proxy, HIPAA waiver, and some other ones with his wife’s signature already on them.

Gideon laughed, “I was just kidding. I’m not going back to tracking my life every six minutes. And I’ll make liberal use of your jet to see Marlo. She’s been moping around, I think it’s only hitting her now that she’s going to be on the other side of the country to the rest of us.”

“Fiona will miss her; I was wondering why they two of them have been practically stuck together the past couple of days,” Frederick shifted off the bench, “Come on, we should go to lunch, what time is it?”

Gideon looked at his watch, “Lunch time. We’re only ten minutes late.”

Frederick blanched, “Jacinta’s going to kill me. Come on, let’s go.”

The two men made their way out of the study, through the library, and downstairs to the dining room. Frederick’s eyebrows knitted with displeasure when he saw a crudely made crown sitting on his place setting at the dining room table. The crown was annoyingly similar to the one in the BNL article.

“Too soon?” giggled Fiona, “Marlo made me one, too!” She reached under her chair and placed a ridiculously ornate plastic crown on her head. Marlo managed to write “Princess Fiona” in permanent marker, substituting one of the fake jewels for an “o”.

Frederick twirled the crown around his index finger, somewhat placated by his daughter’s good humor, “They had a point, you know, we need to do more, do better.”

“They don’t know everything that you already do,” Fiona retorted, “It wasn’t a fair article.”

Frederick shook his head, “It’s not about being fair. Because you can never sit in a house like this and get an education like the one you’re about to get and speak with any credibility about fairness.”

The table fell silent.

“Not to pile on the guilt, my goodness,” Jacinta tutted. She gave her husband a reproachful look, “Darling, maybe next time try for the approach of a hundred one-minute nuggets of wisdom versus a hundred-ton guilt trip in sixty seconds? Please tuck in, everyone, the food’s getting cold.”

“Don’t worry Frederick,” Marlo piped up, “I’m more than happy to call her ‘Princess Fiona’ from now on to keep her honest!”

Fiona’s younger sister Sophie choked on her water, “Marlo for the win!” she spluttered.

Fiona stuck her tongue out at Sophie and gave Marlo a firm elbow in the ribs. She tilted the crown on her head, “Well, Marlo, this clearly means I’m wearing the pants in this relationship!”

Marlo blushed; Fiona’s use of the word ‘relationship’ was casual and facetious, but it struck a chord deep in Marlo’s heart, rousing her secret hope and yearning. Marlo recovered quickly though, “Er, actually, I’m wearing the pants right now Fiona. You’re bakırköy escort wearing a dress…”

Everyone laughed.

“Whatever, Marlo, you know what I meant,” Fiona started eating, “Hey mom, did I get any mail from Avington?”

“Not today, but you got something yesterday,” Jacinta said casually. She held up two large college orientation envelopes with the Avington logo on them.

Fiona’s eyes flashed, “You kept those from me? Give ’em here!”

“Eh, eh, eh!” Jacinta admonished, “Finish lunch first, please.”

Lunch was very quickly ingested by the soon-to-be freshman as Fiona ripped open the envelope, “Where is it?” She muttered as she picked through the stack of papers and pamphlets, “Aha! Roommate assignments!”

Fiona ran her eye quickly down the assignment, “Not the worst! I’ll be rooming with Mona Winchester from Brooklyn. She went to Windcroft High School… was the Valedictorian… Basketball team… Chair of Windcroft’s LGBT-Allies group…”

Only Jacinta noticed Marlo’s eyes take on a slightly apprehensive look.

Fiona breathed out a sigh of relief, “Sounds like a regular run-of-the-mill high school over-achiever. What about you, Marlo?”

Marlo blew a raspberry, “Got my orientation packet in my email inbox this morning. I need to get off-campus housing. It’s okay – they warned us that this was a possibility. Dad and I already scoped some stuff out.”

It turned out that everyone had an opinion about where Marlo should live, which didn’t much help Marlo’s growing apprehension about living in a new city all by herself. She’d chosen to attend college in LA to get away. Now, as her flight to the West Coast loomed, the distance felt like overkill. Marlo had come out at the beginning of her senior year… to exactly zero fanfare from her father and from the Edevanes. She hadn’t come out with the whole truth though; her growing attraction to Fiona felt verboten in so many ways. New York City’s gossip columnists had been momentarily titillated by the news of Marlo’s sexual orientation, and that was already beyond what Marlo wanted the Edevanes (by association) to have to bear. The world might be moving forward in terms of acceptance of the LGBT community, but there were deep pockets of conservatism not worth provoking (the Edevanes really could not have cared less, but they weren’t privy to Marlo’s cogitations on this particular topic). Most importantly, Fiona seemed destined for a particular Camelot-type future, with adoring paparazzi trailing in her wake. Marlo didn’t see any reason to upset that trajectory, not least because Fiona’s current boyfriend was evidence enough of where her romances would take her.

Later that afternoon, Marlo laid on her bed, mulling over her predicament. Her ambivalence about college was exacerbated by the knowledge that Fiona was going to have a gay roommate. Marlo felt immediately jealous of Mona, even though there was no reason to be. Marlo wanted to be far away and close by all at once. “This is so stupid!” She said out loud.

“What’s stupid?” Marlo’s dad stepped into her room, holding her cell phone in his hand, “You left this downstairs and it’s been buzzing incessantly.”

“Thanks,” Marlo opened her hands to signal her dad to toss the phone, which he did. She quickly checked her messages, “Oh, Fiona’s been texting me. No biggie.”

“Mmmm. You okay?” Gideon knew his daughter was in a mood, “I thought you were going to hang out with Fiona all week?”

“Nah,” Marlo muttered, “Probably better to start figuring out LA logistics…”

“… which you’re doing by lying in bed and staring at the ceiling…?” Gideon decided to press, just a little, “I’ve been told by my daughter that I’m a pretty good listener…”

That got a slight smile out of Marlo, “I’m fine, dad… there’s a lot to think about, that’s all”

“Fair enough,” Gideon nodded, “I’m going to do a little work. Trattoria Nuova for dinner?”

“Sounds good!” Marlo nodded as her dad left the room. She picked up her phone and scrolled through the messages from Fiona.

{FE} Hey – why did you leave so soon?

{FE} Did I piss you off or something?

{FE} Seriously. Are you there?

{FE} What got into you today? Can you pls respond?

Marlo decided to use a generically believable answer, {MW} Summer’s ending too soon. Feeling blah.

{FE} Same. Are you coming back over tonight?

Marlo grinned, a mischievous instinct was taking over. {MW} Does Princess Fiona require the company of this humble servant?

{FE} You’re never going to let that die, are you?

{MW} No, your highness, I most certainly will not. Marlo was smiling wider now, enjoying the momentum of her teasing.

{FE} You = horrible.

{MW} Something vexes you, my liege?

Before Marlo could type her next word, her phone rang. It was Fiona.

“Yes, your majesty?” Marlo chuckled.

“Marlo, stop it.” Fiona sounded more amused than anything.

“I can’t help myself. aydıntepe escort This is way too much fun.”

“Yeah, until someone gets a hold of our texts and gets the wrong idea…”

“Fine. I’ll keep it offline…” Marlo was well aware of the intense interest from the tabloid press on all things Edevane, and of Fiona’s almost obsessive determination to stay under the radar.

“Thanks,” Fiona sighed.

“You’re welcome, Princess…” Marlo started laughing, “SORRY! It’s too tempting!”

“Asshole.” Fiona was laughing as well.

“Guilty as charged.” Marlo stretched.

“Are you coming back over or what?”

“I’m going to dinner with Dad. And then I think we need to knuckle down and figure out where I’m going to live.”

“Don’t be a stranger, Wright. I’m definitely not happy about you being three thousand miles away when school starts.”

“You can’t have everything, Fiona…” Marlo said this lightly, but her heart was pounding.

There was a beat of silence before Fiona sighed, “I’m going to miss you, that’s all.”

“Me too.”

“Come by tomorrow?” Fiona said, “Please?” She couldn’t have guessed the effect her words had on Marlo.

“Okay,” Marlo agreed. She could never say no to Fiona.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Marlo ended the call and sighed. This is so stupid.

“Life’s not fair,” she reminded herself of Frederick’s words, “Just deal with it, Marlo.”

Chapter One: – A Pleasant Dinner (The More Recent Past – Five Years Ago, New York City)

Fiona’s phone trilled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Unlike all the other calls though, this one made Fiona smile. She picked up immediately.

“Marlo!” Fiona’s phone screen switched into video call mode, and the image of her best friend materialized out of a million pixels of color and light.

“How’s the Big Apple?” Marlo was somewhere outside. It was bright.

“Fine. Too many meetings. Dad’s starting to feel sick and tired of bankers and consultants.” As always, the mere fact of talking to Marlo was enough to make Fiona feel better about her day.

Marlo grinned, “They don’t do themselves any favors… But you’re almost done!”

“It’s grueling, for sure. But I’m not complaining – we’re sitting on a winning lottery ticket. A little pain with the bankers is worth it!”

If anything, Fiona was understating the reality of what was going on. Many years ago, her father had tinkered with a new construct for semi-conductors. Recently, Frederick dusted off the patent for it and started to develop potential applications for solar panels. Somehow, the Silicon Valley types got wind of the research and the wild bids for the intellectual property came flooding in. Access to Edevane’s technology would make a lot of money for a lot of people.

Marlo frowned, “They’d sell you off piece by piece if they could. Be careful.”

Fiona’s heart warmed with Marlo’s concern, “Dad and I play good-cop-bad-cop pretty well. Nobody’s touching our IP until we say so. Anyway. Never mind them. How’s your reunion going?”

Marlo shrugged, “Saw a couple people last night that I hadn’t seen in years, which was nice. Some rando came up asking me for an autograph this morning.”

Fiona laughed, “Which one was it this time? Did they think you were Tilda Swinton or David Bowie?”

This was a regular occurrence for Marlo, and the cases of mistaken identity ramped up exponentially when Marlo went back to LA.

“Tilda. I just signed it. I was already late, and you know how people get all snippy when I say I’m not who they think I am…”

“Well, I’m sure you made Tilda’s fan very happy today.”

Marlo raked her free hand through her short blonde hair, “Yeah, I guess. What are you up to tonight? You said you might go to your reunion dinner… but if I know you, you’ve already come up with a million excuses not to go… am I right?”

Because Marlo and Fiona graduated the same year, it was inevitable that their reunion years would coincide on a regular five-year cadence. Fiona joined the Edevane Group soon after graduating, but Marlo continued her studies in Los Angeles, going on to earn a PhD in Chemical Engineering. Marlo could have had her choice of labs in which to work, but she chose to take on work as a consultant, conveniently, most often for the Edevane Group’s technology business in San Francisco. Nobody found it necessary to comment, as Marlo was almost a member of the family.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Marlo wiggled her eyebrows. She knew she was right. Fiona’s reunion invitation sat under a pile of papers on her desk, relegated to collect dust. After a day of meetings, Fiona was not at all motivated to be social.

“I was totally going to go!” Fiona protested, “But I changed my mind when our last meeting of the day dragged into its third hour… I’ve had enough meeting and greeting for a while. I’m going to stay in. Don’t look at me like that. You know you’d say yes to beer and pizza with me if you were here…”

“True,” Marlo nodded, “But I’m not there, so go be social instead of hiding at home.”

Fiona put on an exaggerated pout, “Don’t wanna.”

Marlo couldn’t resist teasing her friend, “Life isn’t fair, your highness, suck it up and deal!”

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Somehow, you slipped and fell in the canned goods aisle. While others just gawked, I helped you to your feet. “Oh, dear!” I asked. “Are you all right?”

“I – I think so,” you stammered. Damn! Your beautiful face was clammy, flushed…and you had dirt smudges on the seat of your hot-pants. Brushing across your buns, I was keenly aware of the lovely curve and fullness! I swallowed hard. Too many idiots were leering, especially some jerk-off guys. You know the kind. Swollen brains in their drawers, knuckles dragging on the ground. Couldn’t spell KAT if you spotted them a “K” and an “A”.

“Come with me, honey,” I soothed. “Let’s get some air. Fuck the shopping for now!”

You were weaving a bit walking to your car. Some of the flush was gone, but I think you were hurting a lot more than you let on.

I helped you in the passenger side and climbed behind the wheel. There was a wide, erotic swath of sweat in your cleavage and I mentally drooled! God, I thought. Would I EVER love to suck and lick you dry!

“Fuck, I’m SO-O-O-O embarrassed!” you moaned. I put my arm around you, pulled you close; patted your bare thigh. “Honey,” I said. “It’s no big deal! Don’t worry about it. So you fell on your ass.” My eyes washed over some lovely round ass-cheeks. “It looks like you have ample padding to survive many more!”

You really laughed at this, bent forward and rubbed your abundant ass globes. “That’s for sure,” you exclaimed. “Perhaps a bit TOO much!”

“To me,” I drooled, “Your cute little buns look just perfect!” Your face lit up in a cunt-melting smile. God, you were superbly sexy! Your tube-top was jutting out from rigid, pointy nipples that made my mind have mental cums.

“Tell you what, Darling,” I said finally. “Let’s find a quiet lounge and have a stiff drink.”

“I’d really like that,” you said, eyes pleading and soft. “You’re being very kind to me.”

“Aahhhh. You needed a Ms Galahad to take care of you!” I simply COULD NOT keep my eyes off your enormous tits. Now you really laughed, and I felt so cozy (steamy!) being close to you.

Inside the plush club, it was cool, the lighting romantic and subdued…ideal for snuggling and becoming VERY familiar. We hid ourselves at a corner table and ordered wine. All the clamminess was gone now, but the sweat-stain kept my eyes glued to your magnificent tits. Inside, I was churning! I wanted to suck those nipples now!

Your eyes moved to my chest and roved at will for several seconds, not even trying to hide your stare. It was apparent that my 38d’s thrilled you very much. I pulled my elbows back, and stretched so you could get a better view of my ripe, fleshy globes.

Like you, I wore no bra (or panties). My pointy tips were also lush and erect. I thought about that lewd blouse in my drawer back home: cut out nipple openings. Once, on a dare, I wore it to the store. In spite of salivating mouths, I almost got arrested!

Your hand closed over mine on the table. “I really can’t thank you enough for helping me,” you said softly. “For awhile, I felt pretty rocky.”

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart,” I said sincerely. “I’m just so glad I met you…under ANY circumstance!” You pulled the tube-top out and blew down on your nipples. “God, I’m a sweaty mess!” Indeed you are, I thought! But “mess” was not the word I had in mind!

“Honey, kadıköy escort let me drive you home, ok? You still look a bit wobbly.” I lied.

“A wonderful idea!” you exclaimed. “I should learn to put up a better front!”

“Ummmmm,” I murmured. “Sweetheart, there’s not a DAMN thing wrong with your front!” You almost fell off the bench, laughing…and I was so pleased!

We sipped the last of our wine and walked back to the car.

As I drove, I could not resist rubbing your thigh from time to time. You never flinched. In fact, your fingers soothed over mine. Your touch was far more than electric! A certain magnetism erupted and my hands were dying to squeeze the majestic swell of your tits. I hoped I would get that opportunity before the afternoon ended.

You probably guessed that my pussy was profusely oozing from all these erotic touchings. You smiled; mischievous eyes flashing rampant when I stroked, caressed your pliant thighs a bit longer each time….

Your apartment was lavish, well cared for. Glamorous paintings on the walls, expensive vases, real china in the hutch…and a long, mahogany coffee table that gleamed like a brilliant sun.

You bent over slightly, cheeks protruding nicely from your hot-pants. “Is there any more dirt?” you asked. I bent over and breathed very close to your ear and said, “Just a tiny spot along the crack.” Without asking, I ran my fingers slowly along the ass-seam with a bit more pressure than necessary. “Ooooooo!” you giggled. “You’ve found one of my hottest “erroneous” zones!” God, with that tingly play-on-words I was in tears!

You spread your legs a little wider. “Did you get it all?” you questioned. “Hmm! Perhaps maybe I DID miss a tiny spot.” You smiled again and put your head on my shoulder. There was a distinct, delicious odor of sweat that made my pussy twitter with massive oozings.

You turned and faced me, clutched my cheeks with both hands, then moved down and rubbed my ass-slit. “Why should you have all the fun?” you said daintily. “Your ass looks just as appetizing as mine…and feels delectable in my hands!”

Now my legs almost buckled! I pulled you very close and let my pussy grind against you…a sensuous dry-fuck that we both loved.

“You feel so fluffy and full, baby.” Your voice was low, sexy, guttural…similar to Patricia Neal in heat. Our titties crushed against each other, ample tips swelling succulent, full.

I almost stammered when I said, “You might want to come out of that sweaty top now, baby. A bad cold in the nipples is a real bitch!” A few more grinds and then you said, “Why don’t you take if off for me?” Now that I was finally in Heaven, there was nowhere else left to go. You squeezed my hand, led me to the bottom-floor bedroom. Along the left wall, there was a ceiling-to-floor mirror. There were very young nude girls painted in each corner. The rest of the glass was massive!

“They’re my sweet young models,” you told me.

“How old are they?” I asked.

“Late ‘teens. They’re very uninhibited. In fact, I gave them their first pussy shave!”

I wasn’t oozing anymore. I was gushing! In spite of the fact that the figures were only about 12” tall on the glass, it was quite evident they were luscious!

“I’ve always loved to paint,” you continued. “I majored in Applied istanbul eskort bayan Art in college. Never graduated though. I just wanted to try my luck at free-lancing for awhile.”

“If all your models,” I began, “are that beautiful, you will NEVER have any difficulty selling your work!”

Your lips brushed lightly over my neck. “You are so very sweet, darling,” you cooed. “I’m so glad it was you who helped me!” “Baby,” I said. “With your splendid body, NO one is happier than myself that I was there for you. You are exquisitely gorgeous!”

Having said that, I moved the tube up over your head and let my eyes feast on your resplendent tits. Pleasure and passion! I bent and swirled your pointy nipple, circling with my tongue, twirling the whole juicy volume in my mouth.

“My God, baby!” you breathed. “Your mouth will make me cum quarts!”

“Splendid!” I said. “I’ve wanted to suck and lick you since we were in the grocery store. I wish my mouth was mammoth, like some gigantic cavern! I’d swallow your tits for hours without breathing!”

You slid off my top and squeezed my 38d’s. “I don’t want to be horny and naked solo. And I DEFINITELY want to stab and plunder your fragrant pussy with my tongue!”

Yes, Virginia! Indeed there is a Santa Claus!

Suddenly, your sweet lips were raping my tits again; slashing, slicing, nipple and mass consumed by a famished mouth! You gobbled me like a starving waif! “Oh, darling, YESSS!” I screamed. “Suck my nipples! Lick my tits! Eat my white-hot cunt!”

My legs were trembling, forcing erotic goose bumps to rise like infuriated volcanoes! I was almost crazy with lewd desire and need!

Hurriedly, with expert fingers, my cut-offs tumbled to the floor in milli-seconds. The naked image in the mirror was our own porn movie! Your tongue leapt quickly into my flowing pussy. Your sniffs, laps, teases were driving me insane! “Sweet, baby!” I screamed loudly. “Lick me quick and vigorous, darling…suck my cum-drenched pussy! Eat my screaming cunt! Your tongue is a splendid cock!”

You pushed me hard to the bed. There was a ceiling mirror that I hadn’t seen, no doubt because my eyes had been riveted on your pussy. Now I saw my tits bouncing, gyrating with every plunging fuck of the tongue. You put my legs around your neck and sucked my drenched pussy like a woman possessed; upper thighs locked your face against the gushing channel!

“I want to gobble your pussy too, my darling!” I moaned. “My mouth is so hungry for you! Let me gulp every ounce of your cum!”

There, close to me! That streaming, pink-red creamy trench I wanted to swallow whole! I lapped, licked, sucked, flicked, chug-a-lugged all the viscous juice with my light-speed tongue! I’d never been so fucking hot before! I INHALED your sweaty pussy, tasting the salty musk blending with your cum! Someday soon, I wanted to lick and lap your “morning” cunt!

Both our clits were similar in length, about 1” long. I sucked it like a swollen, throbbing cock. Perhaps, I mused, if I sucked long enough, it would grow into an 8” dancing dick! Ummmm! That fantasy made me suck your “cock” SO much faster!

While my whole face buried in your pussy, you reached beside the bed and removed an ice-cube from a bucket, then rubbed it along my puffy pussy lips. Surely I was not really tuzla escort bayan living this, my mind screamed silently. My scalding pussy melted the ice in only one eye-blink. Magnificent, exquisite contrast! From furnace-hot mouth to frozen water was almost more than I could bear. But…you had more erotic games to play! Suddenly, I felt my pussy being coated with frothy whipped cream. On top of that, you poured on warm choc syrup. I had no clue how these tasty treats appeared, but I was far beyond caring! Maybe you knew we’d meet today and prepared in advance. Did I really give a fuck? Your fingers swirled the mix all over my belly, pussy, ass, thighs…coating every inch of luscious tits! You smeared the mix all over my calves and toes. Then licked it all away.

Your face was covered with chocolate cum and frothy whipped cream frosting. Your tongue plunged deep, along with a finger covered with chocolate, into my tight asshole. No one knew more about erotica than you, sweet darling! I was so dizzy from this intense fuck my eyes could not focus!

I saw that your clit had grown about 2” from my sucking. Wow! Perhaps it was not just fantasy after all! Your “little dick” was flaming deep-red by now…your cunt had tiny rivulets of cum dripping to my mouth. Your pee hole was on fire, and I sucked it like cotton candy. Your ass heaved up, then crashed down to my tongue. Aha! I thought. Your sweet little pee hole is one more ultra-sensitive “erroneous” zone! I loved this! Living new spontaneous arousings, giving your complete and utter self for the ultimate joy of sexual sucking pleasure. Experimenting, trolling with wicked, naughty licks and grins – anything and everything to please and satisfy. Scant few men understood that those wet cunts they wanted to fuck and taste could be far more tasty with loving, sensitive foreplay.

My mind meandered through these thoughts as you were saying, “…Your pussy is a sexual deity, Darling! Your cum-slick cove my “all-day lollipop!”

I never knew I could fall in love so quickly.

You put me on my knees and tongue-fucked my ass again, reaming me out with your mouth-spear deep inside the wrinkled walls.

“Next time, baby…and there WILL BE a next time…I’ll invite my bi male friend to join us. We’ll give him a voyeur’s dream come true! Every man alive loves to watch two women eating pussy. And I want to watch you suck his cock and balls…feel gallons of his cum shoot deep in- side your asshole.” My brain did cartwheels from the thought! Without a follow-up licking, the thick, juicy nectar would drain from my cunt for days!

The volume of my lusty cum was too much to hold any longer. My legs tightened around your face and tons of cream squirted way-y-y-y inside your mouth! Small dribbles trickled from the corners of your lips and you bent your face to me. I licked the pungent cream away and kissed you long and deep. Our tongues frolicked, played, twined like horny snakes fucking in the sand! My pussy juice still leaked and you lapped me heartily once again.

Our hot, delirious fucking had been urgent, so intense…as if our cunts had been crushed against a burning log. We cuddled in each other’s arms, hugging so close that onion skin paper could not fit between.

“You really mean it, darling?” I asked lightly.

“Mean what, baby?”

“Your bi friend will fuck me, drown my asshole with his cum?”

“Of course, sweet baby! And then you’ll put your luscious pussy on my mouth and let it drip.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! I’ll have a coronary!”

Then you held me very close and kissed my lips and cheek….

© January, 2001 Dot Turner

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