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Julie has sex with Tarea. She licks her pussy while Tarea mashes tacos on herself and Julie. Tarea supplies her with more drugs. Julie sees a gigantic monster telling her to do strange things. She breaks into a butcher shop and eats half of the meat while humming amazing grace and touching herself. She sets fires and breaks down statues. She is put into juvenile hall. The same one as Tarea’s. They dunk her face in the toilet bowl. Julie says who she is. She mentions she knows Tarea. Tarea is a legend their. Some of Tarea’s old girls are still fighting Megan’s. Julie gets raped by her bunk mate Ginger. Ginger is a big breasted teen who gassed a two year old to death, while she slashed his penis with a razor blade. Ginger stabs Julie in the ass and threatens to slit her throat. After the rape Julie queefs out the now pickled cucumber. She gives it to Ginger the next day as a joke. Ginger uses Julie to fight Megan’s girls. She tells her to kill Danielle with a spoon. She scoops out Danielle’s eyes and rips off her labia. Ginger fists Julie hard and spits in her face. She tells her that she is a dumb bitch.

Now having sex frequently, Mickey and Earn are interrupted by detective Wright. Wright had a prosthetic leg now after being shot by Shannon. Wright was investigating Johnny’s disappearance. Wright snooped around the house. He went downstairs and found Johnny uncontrollably urinating while sawing off his infected strong hand. Wright called on his radio. Earn stole the radio and stomped it into the ground. Mickey takes his gun and shoots him in the jaw. Wright’s teeth are exposed. The blood sprays on Johnny. Johnny attempts to leave, but Earn grabs him and throws him down the stairs into Marv’s skeleton. Mickey sprays a fire extinguisher into Wright’s mouth. Then she picks up his gun and blows off his head. Johnny face is forced in the mess. Mickey forces him to give her a toothless blow job. After he eats her out, they glue his forehead to the ground and put him on a liquid diet by inserting a tube in his stomach. They play hardcore rap music in his ears with headphones. This rap music is actually illegal but Mickey brought a bootlegged CD. They give a tourniquet for his arm. The next day Johnny disappears. They frantically look for him by contacting Tarea. Tarea admits that she took him, but that he disappeared after she hid him under a blanket in the back of a moving pick up truck. They ask Trey if they saw him. Trey says he gave him a bath and let him go because he said he could survive on his own. He said he asked for sixty dollars and some Chiclets. He says that was the last they saw of him.

Johnny has survived off the McDonald’s dollar menu. He stole a pair of dentures from an old lady in order to chew. He buys one McChicken burger everyday and drinks from a water fountain. He is all alone and intends on going to the Mayo institute to recover. On his way he meets up with Donovan, before the incident at EBU. Donovan molests him and feeds him fish tacos. Johnny appreciates this and chooses to stay. But Donovan flees to the cult. Johnny disappears again.

Julie dreams of escaping from prison. Tarea calls in for her. She plots her escape. She tells them to break through the windows and beat the dogs. Julie leaves and kicks five different dogs in the liver. Ginger follows and plots to kill Julie with a bag of oranges for abandoning her. Julie attacks Ginger and cuts open her thigh and pulls out the bone. She then impales her through the heart. Julie flees the scene of ultra violence and is hit by a car. Tarea had planned to pick her up. She takes Julie in and heals her. Tarea takes Julie to Megan’s grave. Tarea digs up the body. Megan’s body is horribly decayed. She has sex with the body and pulls it apart. Tarea’s naked body is humping the body. She sticks the arm in her pussy and is surprised to learn she died without her penis. She bites the corpse and dismembers it. Julie, in a rage closes it shut and buries Tarea with Megan. She covers the grave again. Julie runs away from the grave. She runs to a donut shop. She is so hungry she eats seven dozen blueberry donuts. While walking through the streets she is encountered by a woman with paper Mache on her face. She pisses in her pants. She slaps Julie. Julie wants to fuck her. She does. The woman dies during the session. Julie runs away once again, having killed three people in a few hours. Tarea was surely dead by now. She has big bottle of pills and she takes more and more. She suffers from chills, hemophilia, eye pains, more hip pains and coughing fits.

Johnny reappears at the house reading Battle Royale. This book prompts him to kill his captives. He steals a gun from a store and fills it with ammo. The clerk tries to stop him. He shoots at the clerk, killing an eight year deaf girl. He runs off. Hal the dog jumps at him but his gun goes off shooting Hal through the mouth.

Meanwhile, Earn has become a polygamist. He married two twins, whom he forces to have sex with. The twins are named Lara and Polly. They are identical. Lara is a tomboy while Polly is more of a girl’s girl. Earn makes Lara throw up in Polly’s mouth. In preparation she eats Korean food, bacon, spaghetti-os, purple cauliflower, beans, hard candy, carrot soup, apple, cheese, peanut butter, parsley, Chevada bread, apple sauce, chicken salad and ipecac. They have lesbian sex in the middle of an arcade. Lara pushes the foosball sticks in and out of her ass while Polly pukes out Lara’s vomit and a mixture of her own food including a Greek omelet, grape soda, lettuce, fruity pebbles, Casaba melon, chili, chick peas, Jordan Almonds, and spare ribs. The puke takes about 20 seconds. It is slimy and flows slowly out of her mouth. Earn pushes both in the big pile of puke. He fucks Lara in the ass while she fucks Polly. He gives Lara a strawberry shortcake. Polly takes a knife and stabs at Earn. Instead she pokes out Lara’s eye by accident. The vomit is in her pussy. She cuts Earn’s stomach and fills the wound with vomit. She tends to Lara as they run through the street naked. Earn makes them fuck on the floor of a grimy gym floor. Lara sticks Polly with a strap on that secretes fake semen. Lara takes a humongous shit on Polly. The shit smells awful. Polly shits in Lara’s face. They fuck while Polly pukes on Lara. The puke is chunky. One kicks his stomach. Polly kicked him. Lara bites his balls. Earn bashes Lara’s head in the door, but Polly jumps on his back. Her puke and shit covered boobs, stomach and pussy press on his back. Earn over powers both. He punches Polly in the nose and savagely throat fucks her while pushing her eyes in with his thumbs. He shits on her chest and spreads it with his ass. He is now sitting on her going in and out. He pushes up and down. He bashes her head against the floor. She sucks the cock hard. She pukes all over him. He pulls the dick out and pisses in her face. He kicks Lara in the face and stuffs a spoon in her ass and coughs while she holds his balls. He vaginally rapes her and spits vomit in her face. Polly grabs him. He pushes her into Lara and forces them on each other. He fucks Polly from behind while she is being pushed against Lara. He stuffs a bar of soap in Lara’s ass. He sticks his index and middle fingers all the way up her nostrils and makes Polly suck his fingers. He bashes Polly’s face into her broken nose. Earn pulls out Polly’s pig tails and calls her a stupid cunt. He whips both of them and rubs feces in the wounds. He feeds Lara lotion and pokes his finger in her eye hole. He sticks his cock in the eye hole and burns Polly’s pussy with a lighter. He puts a small beach ball in Polly’s ass and inflates it. He bashes her head with a bottle of champagne. He holds a knife to their throats. He pushes Lara’s face in the dirty ground and she fires out the soap bar. He anally rapes her until she starts shitting from pain. He punches Polly in ribs. He fists Polly and calls her stupid while kicking Lara. He bites Polly’s tongue and throws her on the ground. Her comes on both of them and forces them to make out with each other. Once they stop he slaps both of them over 200 times. He forces them to make a sandwich with Polly in the middle. He puts make up on their faces and beats them. He licks Lara’s neck and fists her deep in the pussy. He twists Polly’s nipples simultaneously and punches Lara in the head. He stuffs his cock in Polly and the strap on in Lara. He screams at them for ten minutes while continuously raping them. He throws Lara across the room and spanks her. He eats her out and makes her puke on the back of his head. He head butts her and slaps her tits. He makes Polly rim him and he turns around to smack her face. He spits in her eyes and sticks his cock head in her naval. He scratches Lara’s face and forces Lara to finger Polly. He takes Hal’s decaying body and throws it on them. He forces them to make love to the corpse. He takes both of them in his car trunk and shoves golf clubs up their asses and pussies. He pours a bowl of piss on both of them. He takes the clubs out, kicks them both in the ribs and he leaves them naked in a forest and blind folded and starts a forest fire.

Julie is now wandering the streets, giving people blow jobs for money. She meets Trey who is desperately looking for Tarea. She says she doesn’t know where she is. She finds the two girls running around blindfolded. She sends them to a hospital. Polly dies and Lara is in a coma. Polly died from shock. She walks home and swallows flies that buzz around the house. There is a gigantic and easily visible mold creeping out from the corner. It is blue and green and moves visibly. It has consumed plenty of food and even animals. A dead raccoon is in the mound of mold. Julie looks for her wayward parents. They are upstairs eating the pills. Julie has decided to stay off the drugs. She can’t stop. But she cuts down more than any one else can. Mickey jumps out of window in a high state. She is saying “Praise the lord!” They rush her to a hospital. She has a rod stuck in her neck. She bleeds vehemently as they send her to the ER. Julie expects her to die. But Mickey lives. While on drugs she devised a scheme. They would masquerade the drugs as lemonade by pouring them into the mix. They will say it’s for charity and then people will keep coming back. The plan is ingenious.

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New desires arise after an unexpected situation

This is a sequel to an earlier story, Reluctant Desires. You may wish to read it before continuing.

New Desires

Work seems to have taken over my life in the last few years. Appointments, chemical shipments, equipment repairs, business meetings and finances haven’t left me much of a social life. I really should hire a staff member or two, I can certainly afford it, but the risk out weighs any reward. So instead I run myself ragged. But still, I always make time for date night.

The pleasant numbness from my last orgasm slowly recedes as we lay next to each other. His head is turned towards me and his eyes are closed. Even though he’s going grey he is far more handsome than distinguished. I stretch my legs while watching him rest, arm propping my head up. The steady flicker of the candles around us light us in a husky glow. I take a sip from my wine glass, spilling a small drop on my breast due to the awkward angle. i stare into his face lovingly, enjoying the peaceful moment before resigning myself.

“This has been fun, Derek, but I have to work in the morning.” I say.

Putting the glass down between us I sit up and swing my legs off the steel slab we’d shared our lovemaking on and stand up. I take a moment to dust myself off, removing any stray rose petals stuck to my body. Picking up my wine glass, I swallow the last little bit and put it down on the counter on the opposite wall. Picking through my clothes I find my underwear and get dressed, stepping into my panties and hooking my bra on. It takes me a moment to find a sock that had somehow been tossed eight feet in the opposite direction from the rest of my clothes. Fully clothed once more I reach over to Derek and take the cock ring off of him. I grab the steel tray he lies on and slide it with ease from the table to the cart next to it. Disengaging the foot break I wheel him down the hall to the creamator and slid him in. I check my watch to make sure it’s not too early to turn it on. But the municipal restriction on operating a crematorium is lifted at 6AM and it is exactly 5:58 AM. I doubt anyone will mind. I hit a series of buttons with practiced ease and leave as the machine fires up. I return to the mortuary and clean up, blowing out the candles, sweeping up and putting the wine away. Then I make my way to the front and head to my office. With a yawn I brace myself for a long day, as I have the Foley funeral in four hours.

***

It’s surprisingly easy to become a serial killer. I sit at the diner two blocks from my funeral home and wait for my late lunch to arrive. On the eight page is a story about the ‘Honey Pot Killer’. I certainly hadn’t thought to become a serial killer but I accepted that’s what I was. They only connected four disappearances, Derek not among them, but it had been enough for the media and the police to puzzle it together. I think back to my photo album hidden in the mortuary. If you take away the guys I met at work and the ones they know about … they’re only 18 off.

I jolt in my seat as if struck. Have I really had sex with 29 guys? Suddenly worried I pull out my cellphone and call my best friend. She’s not someone I particularly have any real care for, but she means well and has given some good advice in the passed.

“Hey Corey.” Diane answers.

“Diane, how many people do you need to have sex with before you’re a slut?” I ask quietly.

There’s a moment of silence. “Corey, I hope you’re asking about yourself or someone else and not me.” She says, a bit of humour in her voice.

“Seriously. How many?” I ask.

The waitress arrives with my club sandwich and I smile politely to her in acknowledgement.

“I don’t know. I think it’s more about the way you go about doing it and how you ask. Why?” She replies.

“I just realized that I’ve slept with 29 guys.”

“No, Dylan, put it over there. Sorry Corey, just a minute.” Diane takes the phone away from her face as she speaks with someone, asking them to move a box down a hall. “Sorry. You said 29 guys?”

“Yes.” My eyes dart around self consciously.

“Do you know their names?” She asks.

“Yeah. Why?”

Diane ignores me. “Were you drunk for most of them?”

“No.”

“And were they one night stands.”

I think for a moment. “A couple.”

Diane chuckles. “You’re not a hoe bag, sweetheart. You’ve dated a few times and nothing worked out and you banged a few random, lucky guys when you wanted to bone. There’s nothing wrong with being a woman who knows what she wants. Bravo, by the way. 29. That’s at least eight more than me. If you count more than just sex, as least. Where’d you meet all these guys I’ve never heard about?”

“Some online.” I say. “A few I met at work.”

“At work?” Diane asks. “Corey, have you been fucking grieving family members?” She begins to laugh.

“Thanks Diane. I gotta go.” I say, a smirk tugging my lips.

“‘Kay.” We give each other a kiss over the phone and hang up.

Yeah, I’m not a slut. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants. I dig into my sandwich newly content.

***

Dinner had been nice. I’d paid for it. Skylar was a sweet, stupid kid that wanted to get his rocks off. It had been four months since I’d last been intimate. Derek had been tied to the Honey Pot Killer after all, so I’d decided to keep a low profile in the dating department for a bit. Skylar and I had been talking on line for a month. He’d just turned 18 and was a shy boy. He was a seven hour drive out of town, but these were the sacrifices you made sometimes for your love life. He new we were going to have sex, I’d promised him his first time. Despite the fact that I’m 34 I’m very young looking, being small in stature and standing only 5’4 in heels. I hadn’t shown him a picture online but I had given a description of myself. And the promise of an older woman with experience had gone a long way in putting him at ease. Halfway through dinner I worried I’d turned into a cougar. I thought back to my conversation with Diane and brushed it off.

I was planning to drive him back to my home. My car and house have expensive cellphone scramblers so there would be no record of his trip out of town. I’d seduce him, let him get off and then drug him. My house has an attached garage so it would be easy to move him to the car and to my funeral home. Kill him, fuck him, embalm him and store him and boom, a new boy toy for a week or so. I’d just suggested we leave when my cellphone chirped. The screen said ‘unknown number’.

“Hello?” I asked, making an apologetic face to Skylar.

” …Corey?” A familiar voice croaks.

“Mr. Trotsky?” I ask. Mr. Trotsky and I had kept in touch even after I’d purchased the funeral home from him eight years prior. We sometimes got lunch and visited. Really, the man was like an uncle to me.

“Corey…I need help.” He didn’t sound well.

“What’s wrong? Do you need me to call 911?” I asked.

“No!” He said firmly, sounding much stronger for a moment. “No. I … I am at my cabin in Monty Lake. I-I am at 5 Squirrel Dr. I can trust you?” He asked. He sounded weak and afraid.

“Yes, sir. Are you okay?” Skylar shifts uncomfortably in his seat across from me.

“I’m sick. And I’ve done something bad. I need you.” He grunts and then lets out a pained moan.

“5 Squirrel Dr in Monty Lake? I’m 90 minutes from there I’m coming.” I tell him, panicked.

“You’re a good girl, Corey.” The line cuts off. I sit for a moment not moving before grabbing my purse and putting the phone away, looking for my keys.

“So, … are we going to …” Skylar asks.

I pull out my wallet and hand him $300 dollars.

“Get a hooker and fuck her stupid. You’ll be better off for it, kid. Take care.” I leave him like that and exit the restaurant.

In my car I take the time to program my GPS and take off, going 10 miles over the speed limit. I’d not known Mr. Trotsky had a cabin. At 84 years old he didn’t seem like the type to have the strength to maintain an out of town property. I don’t really think of it as I drive. I’m too frightened for my friend and mentor’s life. The drive passes surprisingly quickly and I find his cabin easily. I’m suddenly taken back at the size of it. Mr. Trotsky must be extremely well off, as he has over an acreage of land deep in the woods. No wonder he sold the funeral home to me so cheaply.

I park my car in the driveway behind his and make my way inside. As I open the door I call out into the darkness. I groaned reply guides me through the darkness of the living room and around the corner. Down the hall a lamp is on in the far bedroom and I enter. Inside, Mr. Trotsky is laying on the floor. It looks like he had managed to pull a pillow from the bed down to rest his head on and had tugged the phone from his night stand.

“Corey.” He says, smiling.

I run to him and collapse. I reach for my purse, about to call 911 when he waves me off.

“Pish posh.” He starts. “None of that.”

“Mr. Trotsky, what happened?”

He chuckles. “I think I had a heart attack.”

I begin reaching for my phone again. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

He weakly takes hold of my arm to stop me. “Not yet.” He says.

“Why not?”

He takes a deep breath. “I need you to dispose of something for me. In there,” he points to his closet, “and in my trunk. Maybe you won’t, but I think maybe you will.”

“What is it?” I ask.

He gives me a week smile but there is fear in his eyes. “Go see.”

For a moment I think maybe I’ll ignore him and call an ambulance for him anyway. The pleading look on his face convinces me not to. I stand and go over to his closet. It takes me a moment to realize the back wall is partially hanging open and is actually a secret door way. I push it open, revealing stairs behind. There is a light switch in the stairwell, I flick it on and descend.

The small cement basement beneath the house that the stairs lead to is meticulously organized. A cork board along the back wall holds knives and whips and tools such as hammers and clamps. A small table and chair occupy the centre of the room. Against the wall to the side of the room are three cages. In two of them are a pair of unconscious girls. One is stripped to her white panties and the other is nude and looks to have a number of scars and bruises.

I process everything very slowly. Mr. Tortsky is sex killer? I’m not disgusted by the thought, I mean, we’ve all experimented at least once. For me it was Josh and Kevin. I’d tried hurting Josh before I killed him and with Kevin I’d tried killing and bringing him back. It’s not that I disapprove or anything, I can see the appeal, but it wasn’t for me.

I walk over to the far wall and start taking everything down. Whips, clamps, pliers, everything. I take an armful upstairs with me and am greeted by a smiling Mr. Trotsky.

“You’re a good girl, Corey.” He says, meekly.

“I need a duffle bag, Mr. Trotsky. Do you have something like that?” I ask, shifting the things in my arms so I don’t drop anything.

“In the hall closet.”

I leave the bedroom and place everything by the front door. The duffle bag is large and has some jogging clothes in it. I dump them out and put his tools into them. I kick off my heels and take off the black dress I was wearing for my date so I don’t ruin them and make two more trips to get all the tools from the wall. Mr. Trotsky’s eyes bulge in surprise as he sees me enter the bedroom in sheer black lingerie panties and bra. I don’t mind. Actually, I’m a little flattered. When I’m done I can barely lift the bag to my car, but I manage to put it into the back seat. I take out the sneakers I keep in my trunk and put them on and then take my sedative case. When I return to the basement I stick a needle in the unconscious girl’s neck, ensuring she remain out cold the next 12 hours. Unless Mr. Trotsky gave her something, in which case she’ll probably die right now. The other girl, with the scars and bruises is already dead.

“Where’s the keys to the cages?” I ask Mr. Trotsky when I return upstairs.

“Top drawer.” He says, pointing to his dresser.

Inside it I find his socks, the keys and a scrap book. Flipping through it quickly I notice that it’s filled with newspaper clippings. There is another below it. I take them both out and place them on the bed.

“Do you want me to take these with me?” I ask him gently.

He nods. “You’re not mad with me, Corey.”

“No, Mr. Trotsky. You’re family.” I tell him with a small smile.

A tear falls from his eye. “I- … When you first started working for me … I thought that maybe I would take you. I wanted to do many things to you for a long time. But I liked you so I didn’t.” He explained, great shame escaping his voice.

It’s very touching.

“I took a girl that looked like you instead. I hurt her many times for a year. I let her kill herself afterwards. And then I did more bad things to her afterwards. It helped make sure I didn’t do anything to you.” He finally raises his eyes to meet mine. By his expression he is surprised by my smile.

“That’s very sweet of you.” I tell him.

A nervous smile touches his lips. “You’re like me, yes? You do bad things? You like the dead, I think?” I nod. “Are you the Honey Pot Killer?” I nod again. “May I ask…how many?”

I crouch down to speak with him on the same level. “29, sir. Tonight was going to be 30, buuuut …”

“Tsk. I’m sorry.” He said. A pained look then passes across his face, knitting his brow for a long moment.

“Mr. Trotsky, do you have any screw drivers? I can take apart the table and chair and put them out back. That way it will just look like discarded lumber. I can’t do anything about the cages, but I can clean the room.”

He nods. “Tool shed out back. And there is bleach in the laundry room.”

I give a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder and then go downstairs and unlock the cage. I take the unconscious girl up the stairs. With effort I drag her to my car and manage to put her into my trunk. The dead girl is easier as Mr. Trotsky seems to have starved her. The tool shed outback is easy enough to find and I take a power drill and an extension cord with me to the basement. The table and chair come apart easily and I manage to get it out back. Scrubbing the basement takes the longest, but I try and get rid of any traces of evidence. When I’m done I’m covered in sweat and smell like a chemical toilet but no trace exists of what the room once was. I return upstairs with my cleaning bucket I notice immediately that Mr. Trotsky isn’t breathing.

I cry, but I don’t really want to talk about it.

Before I leave I take a shower to get the smell of bleach off of me. I also take the pillow from behind Mr. Trotsky’s head and place it back on the bed, posing him to look as if he had died on the floor with the phone in his hand. On my way out I wipe any surface I may have touched before dressing and leave. I take the cleaning bucket and the towel I used with me. It’s 2:30 AM on Thursday when I’m 20 minutes outside of town, so no one is around to see when I stop and throw the bucket, towel and duffel bag off a bridge and into a river.

At the funeral home I park behind the rear door. The building blocks any view on one side of my car and the hearse the other, the back is a chain link fence with ivy growing on it and train tracks on the other side, so there’s no one to see me move the girls inside.

I manage to get the unconscious girl onto the mortuary table before taking the dead girl down the hall to the crematorium. I leave her inside without turning the machine on as it’s too early to legally operate the machine. And the last thing I need right now is someone coming to give me a visit.

I return to the unconscious girl, needle in hand and ready to give her a lethal dose when her eyes flicker open. She should be asleep for another two hours or so.

“Where am I?” She asks, small chest beginning to heave with panic. She tries to sit up but is too weak and her head falls back down to the steel slab.

“You’re safe.” I tell her reassuringly, dropping the needle out of her sight. “What’s you’re name, honey?”

“Susan.” She answers. She begins to cry. “Is he gone?” I nod. “He-he- ….” her cries take over.

I pat her shoulder. “What happened, honey?” I ask, genuinely interested.

She takes a moment to gather herself before continuing. “He seemed lost. Like he didn’t know who he was. I tried to help him but he hit me. I woke up in a cage. There was another girl there. She said that-” The girls cries over take her for a moment, but she presses on. “She said that he tortures you. And rapes you. She said she was there for months. And when he gets tired of you he kills you. But not before he kidnaps a new girl.” Her voice grows cold and strong for a moment with the memory of the event. “She said that the old girl tells the new girl what it’s like. She told me to do whatever he said to do because he’d kill you after only a few months.” She dissolves into tears again, lost in her own horror.

I let her cry. Her arms wrap around herself as she continued to cry. I judge her to be either 19 or 20 years old. Her had medium length brown hair would have framed her face well, a good match for her small frame. She had small breasts with pale pink, puffy nipples. Her body was slim without being fit. As she wiped away the tears from her face I noticed she had pink nail polish. Mr. Trotsky certainly had good taste in girls.

“Can I go, is my family here?” Susan asks. Maybe she thinks she was in a hospital.

“They’re outside.” I lie. “I’m going to give you something to calm down and then I’ll send them in.” I tried to sound reassuring. I quickly moved the needle into her neck and pressed the plunger, emptying it into her vein.

“Wait, n-” She started, moving to stop me. Her breath seized in the throat. I watched as her eyes widened in panic. I really wish she had been asleep for this. It would feel like she was on fire from the inside out as she went into cardiac arrest.

I put a calming hand on her chest and rubbed it gently. “Shhh, shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. It’s okay. There you go.” I said in what I hoped was a calming voice.

A look of fear and betrayal replaced the look of pain on her face before going slack as she died. I continued, gently rubbing her chest in an empty gesture of reassurance as I waited for her bowels to void. But they don’t. Perhaps Mr. Trotsky hadn’t fed her in a few days. That was nice, then. No fuss no muss.

I stop rubbing her chest and simply lay my hand between her breasts, feeling her grow cold. She really was a beautiful young girl now that she was so peaceful and still. It’s just a shame she’s the one on my table instead of Skylar. I think of him and what I’d wanted for this night instead. A frustrated tingle runs through my pelvis and I moisten, thinking of the night I’d planned. It’d been so long since I’d last had an intimate encounter.

My eyes return to Susan. Her pretty face. Her pretty breasts. I feel a tingle again. My hand, still on her chest, hesitantly moves to her breast. My palm covers her nipple and my fingers wrap around her soft flesh. A pleasant warmth spreads outwards from between my legs as my juices begin to flow. I bite my lip thinking the situation over. I’ve never been with a girl before. It’s not something I’d ever considered. I continue to massage her breast, enjoying what touching her is making me feel.

Before I change my mind I unzip my dress and step out of it and my shoes. In my shear panties and bra lingerie I feel sexy and naughty in a way I haven’t felt in years. Not since my first boyfriend saw me like this.

“You’ re very pretty, Susan.” I tell her. My hand slowly leaves her breast and continues down along her body. “Very … sexy.”

I reach her simple white panties and nervously toy with the hem for a moment. I reach down with both hands and slide them down her smooth legs and drop them to the floor. She’d trimmed her pubic hair into a small triangle at the top of her slit. My hand continues to her thigh and I press against it, parting her legs a bit as I slide my body onto the slab, draping her legs over my shoulders. I kiss her thigh gently, smiling devilishly as I enjoy the sensation of being between a woman’s legs. I kiss her thigh again, my tongue making contact with the soft skin a moment before my lips. I can definitely see the appeal of this.

I close my eyes as I kiss further up her thigh until my lips feel the invisible stubble of her pubis. I open my eyes, confronting the beautiful sight of her partially parted labia.

“Okay, baby.” I hum to her as my lips and tongue push against her gently. I clamp my mouth onto her like that and let my tongue push out, as I take a long, sensuous lap along her slit. I repeat the action again, more forcefully, as I greedily enjoy the feel of eating my first pussy. My chin grinds into her slit and my nose into her small clit as I try and lap deeper and deeper into her. My flutter open and closed as I face fuck the pretty corpse and her delicious cunt. All the while my own pussy flows in excitement, aching for release.

Soon I raise my head with a devilish smile spread across my face.

“Fuck, baby.” I say in a self satisfied way. “You taste great. Too bad you can’t return the favour.” I laugh.

I retreat from between her legs and pull my sopping panties off and then climb on top of her, straddling her thigh. I’m so hot for her, I need to cum while fucking her. My aching, self lubricated vagina presses against her thigh. I begin to slowly grind my hips, sliding my pussy along her thigh and into her vagina. My body’s reaction is intense and immediate. Like a tsunami far out to sea I can see the wave of my own orgasm fast approaching, ready to crash against me. I speed up my hips, no longer sensually making love to the dead girl. I begin fucking her out of a primal need for release. I grab up her other leg and drape it over my shoulder so that I can more easily hit my pussy hungrily against hers. The wet slap of our bodies ring of the steel instruments around us as an intense pleasure over takes me Reaching up I grab hold of my own breast with my free hand and viciously dig my nails into myself. I cry out in a pleasure so intense it’s almost painful.

My stiff body takes many moments to begin obeying my commands again. I immediately being grinding myself down into her again. The orgasm was intense and now I have a taste for it. Greedily I seek another. I let go of my breast and reach over, taking my dead slut’s breast desperately, needing the deliciously tender flesh. My pussy juices coat her thigh, so that my cunt glides along with ease. Over and over again I pump my pussy into her open slit, feeling another orgasm approach. I let of my lover’s breast as my hand seeks it’s way between my legs. As I fuck her pussy with min I begin to rub my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming and hurries the next orgasm into shocking my. The breath in my lungs escapes as if I’d just been tackled to the ground as I scream out in pleasure. My body shakes in pleasure three or four times before I go limp and fall into her.

Heaving for air I press my face to her chest, my entire body both extremely numb and ridiculously sensitive all at once.

“Oh my god, Susan. It’s never been like that.” I pant. Suddenly I panic and am struck with a sudden concern. I leave my dead lover like that on the slab as I hurry to gather my embalming equipment. I need to keep her fresh for as long as possible.

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The next day is a slow day, with only a bit of paper work to do, so I sleep in until noon. Instead of going home I’d instead crawled into one of my coffins in the show room and slept there. At my desk now, absently flip through Mr. Trotsky’s scrap books while I purposely ignore my paper work.

Most of the clippings in the first book are about missing girls and two serial killers called the ‘The Seaside Ripper’ and ‘The Baker Forest Butcher’. Mr. Trotsky appeared to be both. The clippings went as far back as the early 60’s. I’m fascinated with the clippings, reading about how the bodies found showed signs of long term abuse. He had been at it a long time. The last few clippings were about the Honey Pot Killer. Mr. Trotsky was a a sentimental sweet heart after all. I missed him very much.

The other scrap book was similar to the fist, but carried fewer clippings that were all much older. They were about a serial killer called ‘The Wolf’. Searching online I found a short description of him. The Wolf had been a relatively famous serial killer in the late 40’s and 50’s in the eastern part of the state. Doing the math in my head makes it obvious that it couldn’t have been Mr. Trotsky. Possibly a mentor, then. It’s amazing the legacy you can be part of without ever knowing it.

I close down the page and put away the scrap books. I’ll keep them with my photo album. I reach for my paper work as my mind drifts to the photo album and the new Polaroid of Susan in it. The two of us cuddling together, our foreheads romantically touching. My body beings to react with the thought. We’d made love again after I’d embalmed her. She was sitting in the storage fridge right now. With nothing covering her nude body save for a simple sheet. The minx. I’ve never felt this way before for anyone.

My work left forgotten on my desk, I make my way back to the mortuary, desperate for my cold lover’s icy touch.

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She

Nike A Go Go
By Jimmmy D.

When I pull over to the dirty, rotten gutter Nike starts rumaging in the back of the jeep, “What are you looking for?” I ask, not turning around, but still taking a peek in the back of the keep. “Nothing she says, grabbing something and spinning back around in her seat. She’s found her black trench coat, she hasn’t worn it in ages. She steps out of the jeep and throws it around her shoulds. Its a plain black trench coat that goes down to about her ankles, it looks relatively clean, but only Nike knows what godawful things that jacket has seen.

There are puddles of merky water in the gutters and in potholes on the street, though it hasn’t rain in years. This place smells rotten, like some dead animal; like a colony of huge, fat rats gathered under the streets and committed mass suicide just to make this place smell like shit. My mind lingers on this thought for only a moment then I move on. I follow Nike into Fred’s shop. She opens the entrance but pauses for a second, she starts hacking then spits a wad of phlegm on the siewalk, near the feet of a passerby. After this profound moment she disregards it and moves into the shop, I follow her.

In Fred’s shop the lights are fluorescent but still dim, and considering it’s location the place is relatively clean. All along the walls on either side of myself and Nike are glass cases filled with guns and ammuntion, and above these cases, on the walls, are tons of racks holding up huge guns and swords, and other things of this sort. I stop at a case, maybe the fifth or sixth along the wall. This is the case I always stop at becuase it’s full of antique revolvers, like sixshooters. These days no one uses a gun unless it has seven magazine slots and five sights, infrared, and night vision; in short no one uses anything but a B.F.G.(B.F.G. meaning Big Fucking Gun). But me, I have class, I like to blast a fuckers head off with a nice sixgun, I’m particularly partial to the .357 magnum.

Not many people watch films anymore, especially since the earth has gone on menopause, I but like to watch a nice flm every now and again. A while back when Nike, Flem, Frank and myself were looting up some old scraps from some broken down beater we came across a box of films, not film reels though, more like laser discs. Either way they had a bunch of old movies; Dirty Harry, The Pale Rider, The Good The Bad and The Ugly, and other movies in that vein. I am a huge Clint Eastwood fan, probably the only one anymore, no one is ‘light-hearted’ enough to watch films when the world is crashing down around our ears, but I really don’t care. Everyone has got to die some time.

After imagining myself riding out on the range during sundown I start walking quick, like to catch up with Nike who, despite my pausing, has kept moving on her path. “Slow down Nike, Fred’s not going anywhere.” I tell Nike, catching up with her, and shortening my strides to match hers. “Yea who gives a flying fuck, I don’t like Fred too much and I sure as fuck don’t like his goddamn sleazy ass store.” she tells me, and even though she’s not looking at me I can tell she says this through a rotten sneer. “Who are you calling sleazy?” I say this at a whisper, like only I can hear it, but Nike picks it up, “Yea, why don’t you fuck off, instead of having a fuck with me you’ll hafta choke your own goddamn chicken.” she tells me off.
“Well if I don’t fuck you then you don’t get fucked.” I say matter-of-factly.
“I’ll just go out to some bar and find some random fucker to get it on with.” she taunts me, “It’s not like I gotta worry about AIDs or any of that fuckin’ shit.”
“Yea well… Fuck you…” I say this last bit at length, not knowing what else to say.

Nike gives a mocking laugh, we both know she’s won the argument. At the end of this part of the building is a small office, where we’ll most likely find Fred. That’s where he always is. When reach come close to the back door Nike stops and turns to me, “You do the talkin’ and do it fast, I don’t wanna be around this faggot longer than we hafta be, okay?” she tells me, looking straight into my eyes, I nod. I reach up and knock on the door twice. “Yes, I’m very busy, who is it?” a voice calls through the door, Fred’s voice. “It’s me, me and Nike that is.” I shout back through the door.

After a moment, and bit of paper rustling the door flies open and there stands Fred Lowe. He’s probably about 6’1″ or 2″, he’s sort of lanky but has broad sholders. He’s got shirt black hair and glasses, today he’s got a bit of face stubble and he looks a little worn out. “Good to see you again, my friends.” he tells us forcing a, what he would think of as welcoming, smile through his constant grimace. He steps to the side and ushers us into the cramped office, “how have you been?” he asks in a friendly manner, “Good.” I say simply, and Nike just nods. He points to the three chairs infront of his desk, which is cluttered with papers and photographs, I take a seat in the one to the far left, and night sets in the one on the far right.

He takes a seat at his desk and continues he’s bitter-sweet smile, “What brings you to my neck of the woods?” he asks, looking from Nike to me. I hesitate for a second, but then press on, “The same thing we always come here for.” I tell him. “You need rare and expensive parts then.” he says putting his right forefinger to his chin. “Well you got the ‘rare’ part right.” I say jokingly, though not really wanting to spend any money. “Of course, of course.” he says laughing at my feeble joke.

“So what sort of items are you looking for?” just the usual questions.
“Well, we’re looking for a p38 to 3.75mm adapter for one of our energy generators. And maybe a few guns and some ammuntion.” I knock the list off.
“Well, it’s going to take a while on the p38 to 3.75mill piece, that’s rare, and I know we don’t have any of those in stock, I’ll have to order it, but it’ll take anywhere from two days to a week for delivery though. And on the guns: what you see is what you get.”
“Okay, well…” I pause, I dont want to stay in town for a week, and I know Nike doesn’t either, “Well, we’ll go ahead and take the guns I guess, but Nike and I will hve to talk about the adapter…” I pause, waiting for him to get up and leave us alone, but he doesn’t move. “Can you give us a quick minute.” realization hits him and he gives an embarassed laugh, “Of course, of course. I’m so sorry.” he hops out from behind his desk and walks toward the door, “If you would be so kind as to open the door when your done.” the he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Once the door is locked Nike jumps out of her seat and starts walking around his office. She looks around his three filing cabinets, and thumbs through the documents and photos on his desk, “What are you doing?” I ask in a shouted whisper. “Shutup!” she says this in the same hushed yell, “I’m looking for something we can mke money off of.” I give her a puzzled look, “look, idiot, if he’s got to order this fuckin’ adapter then it’s gonna cost us out the ass. And I dont know about you, but I don’t wanna pay like that.” she opens the draws to his desk and hits paydirt.

She reahces her hand into the drawer and draws it out, holding a golden antique revolver. She smiles and tosses it to me, expecting me to be an expert. “Wow…” I say more to myself than to her, “An M1869 .45 Caliber Schofield single action sixshooter, with a nickel finish.” I resite this almost involuntarily while I finger the gun and turn it over in my hands, “This is so freaking cool.” I’m awestruck, this is such an awesome pistol, “Glad you like it, it’s a sale then, we’ll take it.” she says smiling in a viscious, greedy way.

“Okay,” I say, preparing to change subjects, “What about the adapter?” I say this pocketing the pistol.
“Fuck…” she sys in contemplation, “I guess we’ll hafta wait on it, we can’t go back without it, we fuckin’ need it” she makes up both our minds.
“Alright.” I say, moving to the door, as to open it. As I reach for the knock it twists before I can reach it and the door opens again, “Sorry, I couldn’t stand the suspence.” Fred says. He’s laughing when he sits back at his desk, “So what have you decided?” he asks me.

“You should know, you were fuckin’ eavesdropping.” Nike says before I can answer him. I look from Nike to Fred and notice Fred’s face is turning red, “Well,” he chuckles, “I’m sorry, I can’t resist and secret” he continues to laugh, but Nike stares daggers and knives at him. “Well then, you know that we’ll order it then, Fred.” I tell him, looking down at my feet; fucking dickwad. “Naturally.” he says smugly.

“Okay, you get in contact with your people then get back with us, we’ll need to know how long we’ll have to wait.” I explain to Fred.
“Of course, of course…” Fred pauses for a second, crunching numbers in his head, “Come back tomorrow, I should know when it will arrive by tomorrow.” he tells me.
“What time?”
“Maybe…” he looks at the ceiling, “One, no two pm, no one. Come back tomorrow at around one pm.”
“Alright, fine, we’ll be here.” I stand up with Nike and we leave. I notice Nike has bit more speed in her steps now than when we were arriving, she must really hate Fred. Who knew cyborgs could be so prejudice.

Nike pushes the door open hard, nearly sending them off their henges, “You really hate Fred huh?” I ask as we jump into the jeep, me driving again. “I just don’t like fuckety ass faggots, thats all.” she says with a rotten sneer. “So what do you want to do for the rest of the night?” I ask starting the car up. The engine rumbles and the vehicle starts to rattle.
“Let’s go to a bar, get something to eat, then get someone to eat.” she tells me, a curly grin on her face.
“Someone to eat?” I look at her strangely, “A girl then?”
“Yea, I think another hot piece of pussy might liven things up, who knows, we might find antoher big dick to bring back with us.”

We’re driving down 138th again, we’re heading to Clyde’s, which is on 140th and 67th. It’s a friday night and there are always all kinds of people staying around Clyde’s a lot of hot girls, and a few good looking guys, nothing special; I’m sure atleast one will peak Nike’s interest. Night falls soon enough and we’re sitting outside Clyde’s, sitting in the jeep. “Okay, we needta find a nice short brunette, with a nice big ass.” she explains to me what kind of girl she is looking for. I nod at every new characteristic and feature she adds, “long hair, red lips, cute small boobs.” I agree with everything she says, her and I have similar taste in girls.

I pull the keys out of the ignition, Nike strips off her trench coat, and we step through the doors. The instant we enter the door heads are turning after Nike, whethers it’s becuase of the fact that they know who she is, or because she’s sexy, I don’t know. I look over at Nike, and she looks gorgeous, particularly in this light. She’s checking out the bar, looking from table to table, seat to seat, looking for a prime piece of meat. “No…” “Not her…” “Too thin…” I hear her mumbling to herself, apparently about teh grls who don’t meet her standards.

“Let’s take a seat at the bar, have a drink, you know.” I tell her making my way toward the bar, she follows, sort of. She’s zigzagging her way across the floor, looking at every girl she can see before reaching the bar. “Dry beer, J & B.” I told the bar tender, he turns and looks to Nike, “The same for her.” I say, brushing him away. I turn around and run my eye over the bar, there are a few choice girls I’d like to have, but what does Nike think? “Like anything?” I ask her, sipping my beer, not looking at her.

She keeps looking around, lingering in a place for no longer than a few seconds, “Kinda, there are a few hotties, but mostly ugly fucking pigs.” she doesn’t look at me. She picks up her beer and drinks it down in one, two gulps; she’s definitly some kind of machine. “Well, do we have someone that meets your requirements?” I ask her, glaring hard at her breasts. She continues looking around then turns her eye on me, “Yea, I see one.” she tells me.
“Well who the fuck is it?” I ask, getting a little frustrated, she won’t stop dodging my freaking question.
“Her.” she says pointing into a crowd of four, maybe five girls. There are a few cutey pies, they’re all looking pretty young, seventeen or eighteen years old maybe.
“Which?” I still can’t tell which girl she’s talking about.
“The one with the long brown hair, with the glasses.” she tells me condescendingly, as if I can’t understand what she’s saying.

I find the girl she’s talking about immediatly, and wowey, what a little honey dip. She’s got curly, shoulder length blonde hair and a nice round butt. She’s got a cute face and those black-hornrimmed glasses make her look even better. I wonder what sort of diplomatic way Nike will go about getting this girl to come back to a motel with us. Nke get’s up and starts wandering over to the gaggle of girls, not stepping off to look at anything else, just walking straight at them, she looks like she has meaning in her face.

Nike snaps at the girl and gets her attention, but I can’t hear what they’re talking about, the noise in the bar is too much. Nike says something else and the girl’s face flushes, she turns bright pink, and she looks even more cute! Nike holds her hands up in front of the girl, like she’s talking about a fishing trip, like she caught a huge fish, then Nike points to me. What the hell are these girls talking about?

Nike leaves the girl and comes back to me, she sits down a the bar and orders another beer. “Well? Is she coming with us?” I ask, laying my hand on Nike’s thigh. Nike kind of shivers, takes a sip of her beer, then looks me sqaure in the eye “She’ll meet us out front in five minutes.” she tells me like it’s no big deal.
“What? How did you hook her?” I’m dumbfounded.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it, the point is that she’s coming with us, now pay the fucking barkeeper and let’s get out front and wait for her.” She sips her beer again and lays it down on the bar.

I wave to the bartender and he promptly walks over. He draws up the tab and gives me the bill, so I lay down the cash and leave him a nice five dollar tip, “It’s your lucky day.” I tell him tossing the cash on the bill. Nike and I stand up and find our way out of the bar, which is a little hard seeng as how the bar is packed to the brim with swingers and sluts looking for dirty one night stands, so I guess Nike and I are one less pair of perverts.

Nike and I hop into my jeep and we sit out in front of the bar, waiting for our little girlie. I start the engine up and turn on the heater, it’s a little cold out tonight. After a few moments of sitting in silence with Nike our little girl friend comes out of the dim light of this rusty little bar, but there is someone with her, a man. He’s sort of tall (at least taller than I am) and he’s got long wavy hair. He has chiseled features and a puss full of straight, white choppers; and he’s smiling a lot for some reason.

The little girl stands beside our ride for a second and looks at me, “Hello, I’m Gillian.” she tells, trying to be polite, “And this is my boyfriend, Devin.” I look Devin over once and I look Gillian over twice, then a third time for good measure. “Hop in.” I tell her throwing my eyes on the road ahead of us. The jeep purs away while we drive down these mucky roads, the vibrations climb in my gut and nestle down, then crawl back out again and after that, on comes the next wave.

I find a low down motel and I pull into the parking lot, not because it’s the only one that’s vacant, but becuase it’s only fifteen credits a night for one person, so Nike and the other two can sneak in once I’ve paid. I hop out of the jeep and find my way over to the office where I pay the desk clerk fifteen credits for the night. He gives me a weary glance and I wink at him, then I leave the office laughing like a jackal.

Room twenty-three on the second floor. So I whistle down to Nike and she brings up our two friends, Devin and Gillian, and I can already tell we are in for a hell of a night. The first thing Nike does when we all get into the room, and I close the door, is strip down to her bare ass. So Gillian and I start to do the same, but Devin stands their looking at me shyly. I take my time when I undress, I slowly losen my shoe laces then toss my boots off to the side, then I slide my shirt and my pants off. Gillian is undressed and staring at me while I get down to my boxers, Nike is standing to the side with her arms crossed and Devin is still standing there fully clothed, all eyes are on me.

I pretend not to notice everyone staring at me, waiting for that special moment, and I just pull my boxers off. I step out of them and toss them across the room. I stand up and look around, and put my fists on my hips, trying to show off my piece a little bit. “You were right.” Gillian whispers to Nike, her face going a little red. “Yip, that’s why I keep him around.” she says jokingly serious. She steps up to me and grabs hold of my flaccid shaft, then she turns to Gillian and Devin and winks at them.

I put my hands behind my back when Nike kneels down infront of me; finally, Nike’s going to give me a freaking blow job! She licks up and down the shaft and strokes it a little to get it hard. She holds my cock up and kisses the head, then she slides into her mouth; though not all the way, only about the first two inches. SAhe doesnt let me fuck her mouth though, she just sucks on it like a popcicle.

Nike pops my cock out of her mouth and looks to Gillian, so Gillian joins Nike on her knees. At this point Devin finally starts to undress. Nike and Gillian take turns licking my cock; Nike holds it to herself, licking it over, then holding it out for Gillian to lick it. My breathing is getting heavier as they change pace and Nike starts sliding it into her mouth, then Gillian does the very same. I’m moving closer and closer. They keep sliding my piece in and out of eachothers mouths and before too much longer they’re taking turns sucking on it. I especially like Gillian’s way of giving head, she’s twirling and twisiting her tongue around my cock like a slimey snake.

I’m getting nervous when Devin joins Gillian and Nike on their knees infront of me, does he want to suck my dick too? “Whose gonna suck Devin off?” I ask, trying to get him away from me. “No one, silly.” Gillian told me in the splick second she pulled my cock out of her mouth. “That’s the deal,” Nike starts to tell me, “They came with so that me, Gillian, and Devin will all get fucked by you.”
“I don’t know about that.” I’m not gay.
“Look here fucker, you’re going to let me, Gillian, and even Devin suck you off, then your gonna fuck all of us up the asses, and that includes Devin.” Nike tells me, threateningly.
“I ain’t fucking gay, Nike” I tell her, trying to reason.
“Gay or straight, there’s no real difference anymore, that is a decades old problem.” Devin tells me getting closer, pushing Nike and Gillian apart. “Whoa, whoa! Hold on!” I start to yell when Nike hands my cock off to Devin.
“Oh relax Benny-boy,” Nike tries to relax me, “If some guy is sucking your dick youre not gay, its just some faggot sucking you off, that doesnt make you gay.” she has a crappy logic.
I take a deep breth, preparing myself for the pain when Devin leans in on my crotch. Wasting no time he takes my entire length in his mouth and starts in by deepthroating me. When I he push down on my cock no further he sticks his tongue out and starts licking, this is probably for less endowed men though; when he sticks his tongue out he is supposed to be able to lick the dude’s balls, but it’s pretty much impossble to do with my cock.

NIke gives Devin’s ass a nice slap before she stands up. She leans in on my and starts kissing me hard, really hard. She bites my bottom lip and she bites my tongue, she sticks her wet, writhing tongue in my mouth, and I am about to scream with ecstacy. She starts sucking my tongu, which almost sends me over the edge, then I remember there s a dude on my cock, and that brings me back off my cloud. She holds my head close to hers, gripping my hair to keep me in place. Then she backs off.

She crawls back down to where Devin and Gillian are. Gillian and Nike kiss and run their tongues up and down the sides of my cock while Devin handles the head, it’s pure pleasure. I put my my hand behind Nike’s head, rubbing her neck, and shouldesr gently; I do the same to Gillian. “C’mon, yea, I’m getting there.” I tell them between breathless gasps.

Finally Nike grabs hold of my fat shaft and starts jerking me off, this deters Gillian for a second, but then she joins in. There is easily enough room for Gillian and Nike to fit both their hands on my cock all at the same, so that’s what they do. The two girls are jerking my off, with four hands total, while Devin keeps sucking away at the head of my cock. “Oh fuck, Oh shit.” I mutter, I’m getting closer and closer, shit…

“Oh, Fuck!…” I cum like a freight train. My cum spurts up in Devin’s face while he holds his mouth open(though none actually gets into his mouth) I’m breathing heavly while the cum still squirts out, leaning back on my arms, “Shit…” Devin isn’t done yet, he’s still jerking my cock slowly, trying to milk it for every drop of cum.

I am being pulled and twisted like pink taffy at this point. I’m disgusted with myself for letting some faggot suck my cock, but at the same time it feels so fucking good… Almost as good as Nike, though I would never tell her this. I’d never live it down if I told her getting my cock sucked by a guy was almost as good as being sucked by her…

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Keily uses her mouth and pussy to distract Becca so Deidre can escape!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
Chapter Seven: Becca & Keily’s Futa Fun
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Becca Brittany

Even knowing there was someone behind the rock, responsible for that explosion of golden light I witness, I still almost jumped out of my skin when the slender, auburn-haired girl bounded out from behind it. I jumped, my big tits, soaked by my swim across the river, heaved before me while my futa-cock smacked into my wet belly.

The girl gave me a mischievous grin, pushing up her glasses as she said, “Thank god you’re not with Summer!”

My heart fluttered a mile a minute. I stopped growing the plants towards the rock she hid behind, obviously not needing the power I got from the duplicitous Dryad. I really didn’t need any more close calls. Not after that futa-cheerleader had me trapped in the branches and blew her opportunity to defeat me.

“You’re… Keily, right?” I asked, frowning at her. “Yes, yes, Keily. I remember you from the briefing.”

“I’d hope so. It was only a few hours ago. I think.” She looked up at the strange sky where noon from Summer met midnight from Winter, the bright blue blending into the deep black complete with a blazing sun and a full moon on the verge of having an eclipse. But not moving at all. “This place is weird.”

“Yeah, it is,” I said, my heart slowing.

“You’re the amazing Becca Brittany, aren’t you?” the girl said. She had to be nineteen, just a little minx with a petite body, her tits little budding breasts. But she had a cock as huge as any other futa I’ve met.

“I am,” I said. It looked like I had another fan.

“God, you’re on TV,” Keily said, bounding closer to me, her cock bouncing. It gleamed with pussy juices. Who had she been fucking? Had she just vanquished a Summer futa? Before I could ask, she fell to her knees before me on the sandy beach of the river and moaned, “Can I suck on your cock? You’re famous!”

“You want to suck on my cock?” I asked, staring down at her. “Now? But what was that golden light?”

“Oh, that was just me fucking this fey named Querciola. She was so much fun. But when I came in her, she just burst into light and vanished. Then I heard you. I thought you were a Summer futa. Thank god you’re not.” She grabbed my cock, giving me such an impish grin, her green eyes gleaming behind her glasses. “Please, please let me suck your dick.”

“I don’t know,” I said, looking around. She was so cute, just staring up at me with that playful face. And her hand did feel amazing on my cock. My pussy suddenly became so wet. “We shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. We’re so exposed right here.”

“Right,” Keily said. “But I just got to. You know, you’re famous! I’ve seen your daughter fuck you on TV. I just got to nurse on your cock.” She grinned up at me. “Unless you think I’m just trying to distract your or something.”

I frowned at her. “Distract me? Why would you even say that?”

“No reason,” she shrugged. Then her tongue flicked the tip of my cock, gathering the drop of precum beading the tip. “You just seem nervous. There’s no one around. It was only me behind the rock.”

“Well, of course,” I said, still frowning at her. There was something about her manner I just couldn’t quite—

Her mouth latched onto the tip of my dick. She sucked so hard, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed on my girl-dick. Pleasure surged up my cock. I whimpered and groaned. Pleasure rippled up my shaft. My big breasts jiggled. I ran a hand through my wet, blonde hair as the little minx just sucked so hard. She had such an eager look in her eyes.

“Maybe this is okay,” I said, looking around. “But what about that fey? She could still be lurking around.”

Keily’s mouth popped off my dick. My cock twitched, wishing she hadn’t stopped. “I don’t think so. Why, scared of her?”

“I had a… unique experience with one in the woods on the other side of the river.” I licked my lips. “She tricked me.”

“Oh, well, I don’t think Querciola would do that. She was very friendly.” Keily gave me a naughty wink. “I sucked on her boobies and drank her breast milk and she sucked my cock and I came all over her face. Then I fucked her pussy so hard.”

“Did she give you powers?” I asked. “Dryad gave me control over plants when I finally vanquished that futa-cheerleader.”

“You beat Kimmie?” Keily said. “Wow. Or was it Cassie?”

“I don’t know. You go to their college?”

“Yep.” She nodded her head. “With my sister. She’d love to suck your cock, too. But she’s nowhere near here unless something went wrong.”

“Yeah, I don’t think the futa-fairies brought our families over here.”

“Boy, wouldn’t that be wild?” she asked, her eyes so wide. “Coming across someone you know here.”

“So, did this fey give you any powers?”

“I don’t think so. Just some great sex.” She gave me an impish grin. “Don’t that sound fun?”

I was about to answer, when something rustled in the brush. My head looked at the plants growing around the ponds on this side of the river. Was there something—

Keily sucked so hard on my dick. My entire body shook. Her warm mouth loved my cock, her tongue dancing around it. It made me shudder. She nursed at my shaft with such enthusiasm. My hands grasped the girl’s silky hair, my hips undulating.

I couldn’t deny her. She hungered for my cock. And I yearned to let her feed that desire.

My pussy clenched as she bobbed her head up and down my dick. I groaned and whimpered. My eyes rolled back into my head at the delicious treat of her sucking mouth. Her hands slid up my wet thighs, finding the folds of my pussy, and caressed my vulva.

“Keily!” I whimpered. “Oh, Keily, yes!”

Her mouth popped off my dick. “That’s it!” she grinned. “That’s what you need to do! Ooh, you’re just amazing!”

“I am,” I groaned as she probed her fingers into my pussy. She licked her lips as she pumped her digits in and out of my juicy snatch. “Don’t stop sucking.”

“Nope! You need to cum!” she grinned and latched her mouth back onto my cock.”

She was a weird one, but her mouth felt amazing on my dick. And it was so nice to have another Winter futa with me. To not be alone. I didn’t want our side to lose. I wanted to keep my futa-cock and keep giving my naked broadcasts.

I wanted to fuck my daughter and other women on live TV. It was such a thrill, a drug I never wanted to give up. My hands tightened in Keily’s hair. My hips thrust my cock into her mouth, fucking her as she sucked so hard. Such delight rushed through my body. My snatch clenched on her probing fingers.

“Ooh, yes, I can tell you’re such a fan,” I moaned. “I’ll get you on the air. I’ll fuck you and you’ll fuck me on live TV. How does that sound?”

She moaned in delight on my cock. She fluttered her tongue around it. I shuddered, swaying. Such absolute delight rippled through me. My back arched. My tits bounced before me. I sucked in a deep breath, the pleasure bursting through me.

Throaty moans rose as her fingers pumped faster and faster in my snatch. She stirred my cunt to a froth with those naughty fingers of hers. I licked my lips, swaying, my big breasts heaving. My toes dug into the sand of the beach as this barely legal slut worshiped my cock.

“Oh, yes, you’ll have so much fun enjoying my cock on TV,” I whined. “We’ll drench each other in cum.”

Her mouth popped off my dick as she moaned, “Can we double-fuck your daughter? I want us both to just ram our cocks into her pussy!”

“Yes!” I howled, my pussy clenching so hard on her fingers. “Just suck my cock, make me cum!”

Keily inhaled the tip of my dick. She sucked so hard her crimson cheeks hollowed. Her glasses flashed in the strange light as her head bobbed. Her fingers curled in my pussy, caressing across the top of my sheath and…

She touched my G-spot.

Rapture fired through my snatch. It struck my ovaries. They detonated.

Cum exploded into Keily’s hungry mouth. The girl gulped down my cream. Her face contorted in delight as she drank my futa-jizz. So much fired from my cock into her mouth as the ecstasy race through my body.

Rapture convulsed my cunt. My snatch spasmed about her fingers. I screamed out my pleasure at the top of my throat, unable to help myself. Such delight rippled through my body. This was amazing. Stupendous.

I loved being a futa. And I would fight to keep my girl-dick.

“Oh, yes, Keily, we’re going to do something momentous, you and I. And we’ll be so famous together. Ooh, yes, I’m going to fuck that pussy on national TV!”

She sucked down the last drop of my cum. Then her mouth popped off. “Why wait? Let’s fuck right now!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Deidre Redding

I trembled behind the rock, frozen in fear. A Winter futa was just around the corner. Well, I mean, there were two Winter futas. But one was my younger sister. She was my lover. We had just shared a magical moment. We had vowed to find away for both sides to keep our dicks.

Should I spring out and jump Becca Brittany, the futa-reporter? But she had powers. She made the plants grow at us. Even if I did grab her, she could bind me up. I doubt even Keily would be any help then. What should I do? They were just on the other side of the rock. I was feet away.

And… And I was growing horny. It was hot listening to my little sister begging to suck Becca Brittany’s cock. I wanted to stroke my pussy-lubed dick right now. I sucked in a deep breath, fear and lust quaking my body.

“I don’t know,” Becca said, her voice cautious. “We shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. We’re so exposed right here.”

“Right,” Keily answered her in that excited tone of hers. “But I just got to. You know, you’re famous! I’ve seen your daughter fuck you on TV. I just got to nurse your on cock.” She sounded so impish. “Unless you think I’m just trying to distract your or something?”

And then it hit my what my little sister was doing. She was letting me escape. We’d have to separate, but then it wouldn’t cause me to lose the game and maybe end any hope of finding a solution out of this mess.

As Keily sucked on Becca’s cock again, I forced myself to slip away, using the rock to hide my movement. I crouched low on my hands and knees, my hard futa-dick rubbing on the sandy beach. That was quite the distraction. I wanted to wiggle on my belly, but naked, that was just impossible. I crawled towards the brush, trying not to make any noise as they talked about Keily’s encounter with the fey. I went slow, trying not to make any sound.

I made it to the thick reeds by the ponds. I skirted around the brackish water while frogs hopped away. They were full grown on this side while only tadpoles on the other side. I wiggled through the reeds and—

The bush rustled loudly.

I fell on my belly, trembling on the soft grass.

I could see Becca Brittany from here, her head rising over the rock. I was trying to circle around them and move in the direction the futa-reporter’s back faced and get to where she couldn’t see me. But now her head snapped around, looking for the noise. I was so caught. The reeds were about to spring around me and hold me in place.

Then a loud, wet sucking sound echoed. Keily. Bless her heart, my little sister was sucking on Becca Brittany’s cock. The futa-reporter shot her gaze back down to my sister as her body trembled in ecstasy.

Relief exploded out of me.

My body still shook as I crawled forward, working around Becca and my sister, my dick still so hard as I listened to my futa-sister enjoying that wonderful girl-cock. The Becca Brittany’s girl-cock. We’d watched her naughty news reports for the last month as a family, having so much fun witnessing her amazing antics.

We both had wanted to be on TV with her.

Thank god the futa-fairies made us so horny that Keily’s distraction actually worked. They wanted us cumming so much. Querciola said we gave off energy. They… fed off of it or something. They needed it. There had to be away to use that.

I just had to think of it.

And figure out how to hook up with Keily again. How could I stop a woman with plant powers? I didn’t have any powers, did I? I felt the same. Yes, the flavor of Querciola’s breast milk lingered on my tongue, and she had bathed us in her golden light, but I didn’t feel changed or anything. I didn’t think I had any powers.

I moved farther and farther away. The sounds of their passion faded as I hooked up with the river bank again. I was out of their sight. I let out a relieved breath. I hated abandoning my sister. I wanted to stay with my futa-lover.

My hand rubbed at my belly. It was weeks before I would show my pregnancy, but Keily’s daughter grew day-by-day in me. We were united. Nothing would change that. But there had to be away for us both to be happy.

The energy had to be the key.

I needed to find another Summer futa and discuss this with her. We could plot. And then we could work together with Keily and maybe this Becca Brittany to end this all peacefully. It was so dumb. Just because Summer and Winter were diametrically opposed didn’t mean they had to drag us into this stupid conflict.

For a moment, I hesitated. Part of me wanted to go back and suck on Becca Brittany’s cock with Keily. Even though I knew it would cause me to loose, my lusts surged through me. My hand found my futa-dick, stroking it. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as I looked with longing behind me.

No. Focus.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to keep marching upriver. I released my futa-cock. Step-by-step, I put distance between myself and the pleasure the two futas shared. In minutes, the sounds of my sister and Becca’s passion had almost entirely faded. My futa-cock’s erection dwindled. It wasn’t painful any longer, only half-hard. It swayed before me, my round breasts bouncing. I had purpose. Determination.

I would find away for Keily and I to be happy. For all us futas to keep what we wished for.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Officer Cindy Matheson

The water rushed around my feet as it drained back into the river. I brushed my hands clean of a few bits of sand as I savored my victory. My dick thrust hard before me, still remembering the heat of Dr. Rita’s bowels. The futa-doctor had cum so hard on my dick.

But she almost had me. When she brought up that I’d rather enjoy her cock fucking my pussy, there was a part of me that found that true. I actually contemplated letting her fuck me. Letting her win just so I could enjoy her futa-cock in my snatch. And when she came, her cock spurting in my stroking hand, I thought it was such a waste the cum wasn’t pumping into me.

What had those futa-fairies done to us?

“Oh, well,” I muttered, shaking my wet hair. The flow of water around my feet dwindled to a trickle, exposing the wet sand. The river had returned to normal. “Doesn’t really matter. As long as my dick’s in their holes, I can fight off the urge to be fucked.”

But if a Summer futa got her dick in me first… Would I stop fighting the way Dr. Rita had?
I shivered. I wanted to find my girlfriend, Marcie, and talk to her. I hope she was still in the game. How many members of Winter were still around? Was I the only one left? Was my encounter with Dr. Rita the first skirmish in this game or one of the last? I needed information.

Luckily, I had a way to get it.

Information was vital in war and police work. The more you knew, the more informed your actions were. And having an eye in the sky, whether it was a police chopper guiding units during a pursuit or a drone hovering high over the warzone, was a valuable asset.

Good thing I could fly.

The power Sylph gave me seized the air. I summoned a wind with the same effort as moving my arm to pump my hand up and down my girl-dick. As I jerked myself off—not fast, but savoring the tingling pleasure—I rose into the air, borne by the breeze I conjured.

The land fell away. I felt no real vertigo, just a sinking in my stomach like when a plane took off. I could see farther and farther the higher I climbed. The Year’s Divide flowed through the valley beneath. Stars were over my head, but midway across the river the night sky fuzzed into noon day soon. It looked perfect and warm on the other side of the river.

Winter was austere and beautiful, unchanging cold preserving the splendors found there while Summer held a riot of shifting colors. Of plants growing in new ways, unveiling new forms of natural art upon the world.

They both appealed to me.

I gazed at the river, contemplating which way to go. I settled on the direction the river flowed which I decided to call north. The wind propelled me as I flew downriver, the land passing beneath me not much faster than I could run, but I had such perspective.

I flicked my eyes around, any movement attracting my attention. I occasionally spotted a fey on either side of the river, their strange coloring—one had skin of flashing red, another had a glow of pink light about her—separating them from my quarry.

After about ten minutes of flying, I spotted a figure walking along the river alone. Excitement surged through me. I was too far away to make out details, but I didn’t think the figure was a fey. It was a futa. My dick throbbed and I gathered my winds to speed me faster towards her.

I was eager for another battle. Another tight ass or juicy pussy to enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Fatima Samara

I drifted through the river. The ice magic that had frozen me still gripped most of my body. But I was able to move more and more. I could flex my toes and my right arm could bend at the elbow now. My neck could turn as I drifted through the current beneath the surface.

Somehow, I could breathe. It must be what Cliodna did to me. The fey had found me frozen and fucked me. She’d given me some sort of magic. It made me so slick to the touch that when the Korean futa who defeated poor Cassie went to fuck me, the force of her thrust caused me to slide out into the river.

I couldn’t wait to get back into the game. I wanted to get payback on that Korean futa. I wanted to protect Cassie. She felt like one of my own daughters. I’d made love to Cassie. I enjoyed her the way I had my sister and our four daughters.

The current suddenly eddied about me. I gasped, bubbles rising from my mouth—apparently, I could move that now. My hair drifted behind me as the river spun me around. I didn’t know what was happening and—

I broke out of the water and my back slid up onto the sandy shore. My legs were still in the water in a little side-pool. The strange, whirling eddy, had sucked me into the pool and popped me out of the river. I sighed, staring up at the midnight sky, stars twinkling.

I was on Winter’s side. Great.

It was so unnerving. Though I couldn’t move, I’d felt safe in the river. But here… Here any Winter futa could track me down. I bet that Korean futa was chasing after me. She didn’t look happy when I slipped into the river.

I had to move. I had to get up. I had to be able to fight. Because I was so exposed. There was brush to my right, hiding me from anyone upriver, but downstream I had no cover. I was so vulnerable. My stomach squirmed.

My fingers clenched. I moved my right arm at the elbow. I reached my belly, brushing my flaccid futa-cock. My toes flexed. My knees creaked, on the verge of being able to move. I took deep breaths, my heart racing so fast.

I stared up at the strange sky, stars twinkling down at me on this side of the river. I licked my lips. I took deep breaths. I had to stay calm. Panicking wouldn’t accomplish anything but tire me out faster. I sucked in deep breaths, my wet tits rising and falling.

I focused on the environment. Over the rush of the river, I heard the croak of frogs and the rustle of bushes. There was something sighing on the wind. I frowned at that. There was a feminine quality to it. Something husky and…

Sex.

Futas were having sex near me.

I could hear the feminine passion. The moans drifted on the wind from me. It sounded like it was coming from upriver, past the bush that blocked my sight. It kept me hidden. I shivered. My cock throbbed harder and harder, brushing my hand resting on my belly.

My pussy grew wet. Those moans sounded so lusty. I swallowed, not sure if one of my futa-allies was loosing right now. Or winning. That could be Deidre or Kimmy or Dr. Rita. The futa-doctor was a take-charge type of woman. I could see her fucking a Winter futa hard, those ebony breasts of hers heaving as she plowed over and over into her foe’s pussy.

I pictured that petite, Korean woman on her hands and knees before Dr. Rita. That delicate, porcelain face twisted in pleasure as the Black futa-doctor plowed her hard from behind. The Korean futa’s small breasts jiggled beneath her, her skin this lovely shade of pale-olive, her nipples a dusky-brown, almost as dark as my own nubs.

“That’s it,” I whispered, “fuck that naughty futa, Dr. Rita.”

My eyes closed, focusing on my fantasy. My pussy grew wetter, my thighs slicker with my excited cream. My hand grasped my futa-dick. I twitched on the beach, my half-frozen body trembling in delight as I stroked up and down my girl-cock. I brushed the tip. Pleasure shot through me.

I let out soft whimpers, the sounds of the futas fucking filling my ears. I heard the slap of flesh-on-flesh, that wicked sound of passion. I pictured Dr. Rita’s ebony tits heaving as she plowed the Korean bitch hard.

“Yes, yes, fuck her cunt! Defeat her, Dr. Rita!” I hissed, stroking my girl-dick faster and faster.

I squirmed more on the beach, my ass clenching in the soft sand. My feet, still in the river water, twitched, water splashing around them. I shouldn’t be making such noise. I shouldn’t even be masturbating, but I was just so turned on.

My hand felt so good on my cock. I imagined it was Sa’dia, my eldest daughter. Twenty and lovely, her breasts round and dusky, her nipples brown and hard. She lay beside me on the beach, her hand pumping up and down my dick.

That’s it, Mother, she purred. You’re going to win and come back to us with your futa-dick. We all miss you. We’re all waiting for you.

“I’ll come back,” I groaned. “Dr. Rita will vanquish that Korean bitch and find me.”

She will, Mother. And we’ll all be waiting for you.

I shivered, imagining her sucking on my breast as she fisted my dick, her lips so delicious. “My little star,” I groaned. “I’m returning home to you with my futa-cock!”

My pleasure built and built as I stroked my dick so fast and hard. The sounds of the futas fucking—Dr. Rita slamming her girl-dick into that Korean bitch’s cunt—growing louder and louder. Their passion built and built. They were approaching their climax.

And Dr. Rita’s victory.

My imagination bounced between my daughter stroking my girl-dick and Dr. Rita fucking the Korean futa. The Black woman plowed her cock so hard into the bitch’s cunt, making the Korean futa’s shaft bounce between her legs.

It’s so good, the bitch moaned. Oh, Dr. Rita, I’m going to cum so hard on your girl-dick. It’s just the best.

You nasty slut! moaned Dr. Rita. You’re going to cum on my big, Black dick.

She will, Mother, purred the fantasy of my daughter. She’ll cum on her dick. And I’ll cum on yours.

Suddenly, my daughter was straddling me in my imagination. Instead of my hand stroking my shaft, it was her hot, tight, wet pussy sliding down it. I groaned, savoring being in her incestuous flesh, her barely legal cunt gripping my cock so hard. Her breasts jiggled as she worked her hips up and down my dick.

“Little star,” I moaned, my pleasure building and building in my ovaries.

Yes, yes, yes, Mother, Sa’dia groaned, her snatch clenching so hard on my dick. Your cock’s so amazing in me. I’m going to cum so hard on your dick. You’ll breed me all over again, Mother!

“I will, little star!”

My legs spasmed. My hand flew on my girl-dick. I sucked in deep breaths. More and more of my body moved as my pleasure surged through me. My fantasies warred in my mind, my daughter riding my cock and Dr. Rita fucking that futa-bitch.

I’m cumming! moaned the Korean futa. I’m cumming on your big dick, Dr. Rita!

“Cum in her! Defeat her!” I hissed, furiously beating off my erection, pretending it was my daughter’s tight, hot, wet cunt fucking my dick.

Cum in me, Mother! screeched my daughter through my thoughts. Yes!

“Little star!” I groaned.

Take my cum, bitch! howled Dr. Rita.

Everyone was cumming in my imagination and in real life. I heard the two futas screaming out in rapture. My own cock spurted jizz. I imagined it pumping into the cumming snatch of my eldest daughter even as the hot jizz rained down across my heaving breasts.

As my ecstasy washed through me, I pictured Dr. Rita burying her cock into the Korean futa’s wet pussy. She moaned and groaned, her body heaving as she pumped her futa-cum into the woman’s snatch.

Defeating her.

“We’re winning!” I moaned.

You are, Mother, gasped my daughter.

My pussy convulsed. My juices flooded down my thighs as more spunk splattered my tits. I whimpered in delight, my left arm moving finally. I smeared the cream into my tits as the rapture flooded through me. I buzzed in delight as I imagined my daughter kissing me, loving me, her round boobs pressing into my cum-stained tits.

I love you, Mother. We’re all waiting for you, she whispered. We all love you.

“I love you,” I groaned, shivering in delight as my orgasm peaked through me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ms. Ji-Woo Kim
My wrist flicked in irritation. The cold shot from my fingers and struck the Year’s Divide. The river’s surface crackled as it froze into a little iceberg the size of a volleyball. It bobbed down the current, heading in the direction that the busty, Arab futa must be drifting.

I can’t believe she escaped me. That damned fey who fucked her gave her some weird power. But once I found the Arab and anchored her to the ground with my ice, I would make sure she wouldn’t slip away when I rammed my girl-dick into her.

I would vanquish another Summer futa and bring us one step closer to winning.

My futa-dick ached before me, throbbing in memory of the Arab woman’s pussy. Pussy denied my cock. I groaned, fighting the urge to masturbate as I stalked down the river, my naked feet padding on the soft sand.

The wind picked up around me, whistling as it howled down the river. My black hair blew in my face for a moment. I clawed it away, my anger spiking, and howled, “I’m going to find you, and I’m going to spank your ass for getting away from me!”

“I like the sound of that,” a woman said behind me.

I let out a frightened shriek. My cock smacked me in the stomach as I leaped into the air. I whirled around, gathering cold around my hands, channeling the frigid power of Winter with the same effort it took to breathe, prepared to unleash my powers on…

“Oh, thank god,” I groaned, seeing the busty, blonde futa who frightened me. “You’re Officer Cindy, right?”

“Yes, and you’re Ms. Kim.” The futa-cop smiled. “My girlfriend teaches your daughter, Yunjin. Marcie loved taking her virginity.”

“Yeah, she robbed me of that delight,” I sighed.

“Yeah, my daughter, Amber, also got her cherry popped by that naughty futa-professor.” A grin crossed her lush lips. “But I spanked her ass hard. She liked it. Marcie loves having her ass reddened.”

“Yes, I found that with my employees. Sometimes, I think they make ‘mistakes’ on purpose. Nothing big or anything, just enough to get spanked.”

Officer Cindy grinned, her futa-dick twitching before her. “Sounds like my type of work environment. So, who did you want to spank?”

“This Arab futa! She got away from me.” I let out a huff. “I had her frozen and immobilized while I fucked her companion, this barely legal cheerleader. After I defeated her, I went back to fuck the Arab woman and found a fey fucking her.”

“And that gave her powers.” Officer Cindy nodded her head. “I defeated a futa with powers, too. Dr. Rita.”

“So at least two are down,” I said with a grin. “But this Arab futa, she slipped away. Like her body could slid on the ground without any friction. I just thrust my cock into her and she glided away like she was on ice instead of sand and vanished into the river.”

“Damn,” Officer Cindy said. “So you’re heading downstream looking for her?”

I nodded.

“Well, let me scout ahead and see what I find!”

I arched an eyebrow. “Why don’t we just go together?”

“I don’t think you can fly.” She gave me a huge grin.

Before I could comment on that, winds howled around her. My hair whipped about my head and she took off into the sky like superwoman or something. She looked so graceful, blonde hair whipping about her face as she flew off downriver.

I followed on foot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Keily Reddings

“We shouldn’t,” Becca Brittany moaned even as I rolled over onto my hands and knees.

I wiggled my cute rump at me. I wanted to make sure my sister got far away, so more distraction was needed. She almost got herself caught, but luckily I sucked girl-cock better than anyone. Plus, I really, really wanted to feel the Becca Brittany’s girl-cock in me.

Deidre would be so jealous when this was all over. And so will Ms. Marcie, my futa-teacher, and my friends: Yunjin, Pattie, Amber, and the rest.

“Come on, you can’t resist my barely legal pussy,” I purred at her. “No futa can.”

“You are a little minx,” Becca Brittany groaned. “There could be Summer futas around.”

Well, there was one, but she wasn’t a threat. My sister was our salvation. She would figure out a way for us to break the rules and stop playing this dumb game.

“We’re fine. Just fuck me. Please. How can you say no?” I looked over my shoulder, and gave her the saddest puppy dog look I could. I shook my hips more, my futa-cock smacking from thigh-to-thigh as it waved. “Pretty please.”

The busty blonde reporter groaned, stroking her dick wet with my saliva. “You are just insatiable. Okay. One fuck, then we have to get moving.”

“One fuck!” I grinned.

I groaned as she fell to her knees behind me, her futa-cock smacking my rump. Ooh, that felt so naughty. Then she brought her girl-cock down between my thighs. I groaned in utter delight as she slid the tip of her shaft down to my pussy lips. She nudged the thick crown at my labia, sliding it up and down my snatch.

I pushed up my glasses real quick and braced myself to be pounded by the futa-reporter. I just knew this would be a fuck to remember. That she would have her girl-dick pumping in and out of my young cunt so hard.

“My friends are going to be soooooo jealous,” I grinned. “They already are because I became a futa and they didn’t.”

Becca Brittany laughed. “You are a naughty one. You remind me of my daughter.”

“Good! Fuck me like her!”

Becca Brittany thrust her cock into my snatch and did.

The delight of her girl-dick ramming home into my cunt shot down to the tip of my dick. I whimpered, my futa-cock twitching hard. It almost smacked me in the belly. I groaned, my head dangling down, my glasses slipping as I stared down my body to my bush of fine, red hair and her shaved pussy pressing into it.

What a yummy pussy.

Then she drew back her hips. I could just see her futa-shaft withdrawing from my cunt covered in a wet sheen of my juices. Then she rammed it back into me. My entire body shook. My breasts bounced and jiggled as she filled me to the hilt again.

I let out a whimpering moan. I bit my lip, swiveling my hips from side-to-side. I stirred her cock around inside my cunt as she groaned. I heard her huge tits slap together above me. She drew back again and rammed in just as hard.

Over and over, she fucked me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “The Becca Brittany is fucking my cunt! Oh, yes, I love it! Stir me up! Make me cum on this amazing dick!”

“I’ll make you explode,” growled the futa-reporter. “Your little cunny will be spasming so hard on my girl-dick.”

“Promise?” I whimpered.

“Promise, slut!”

She thrust so hard into me. She had my little titties jiggling and my ass bouncing. She slapped her crotch over and over into me. I rocked on the beach, my fingers digging into the sand, my knees furrowing into the soil. I shuddered, bucking back into her, working my hips, drinking in all the pleasure I could.

I wanted to make the most of this amazing treat. My body drank it in. Shuddering, I watched my futa-cock bounced and jiggle before me. It sometimes smacked into my belly from the force of her thrusts. Precum flicked from the tip, sometimes splattering my belly. Once, a salty drop landed on my lips.

I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Becca Brittany!” I howled. “Fuck me like you do your daughter on live TV!”

“Ooh, yes, I love fucking her cunt while the cameras roll!” she gasped. “Just pounding her and filling her pussy with my girl-dick.”

“I bet she just loves it!” I gave a wicked giggle, squeezing my twat on her thrusting clit-dick. “I know she loves it. I’ve watched her cum on your dick so many times during your news reports. It always makes me explode in rapture!”

“I love making my fans happy,” she panted, plowing my pussy.

It was amazing. My hips wiggled more, moving as the pleasure built and built around my ovaries. My pussy drank in the amazing pleasure the futa-reporter gave me. My fingers clawed at the ground. My eyes widened. I whimpered in rapture. I sucked in such deep breaths as stars danced before my eyes.

It was just so good. Such a hot fuck. The older beauty pounded me so hard. Her hands gripped my hips as she rammed her girl-dick into my depths. She stirred my hot cunt to a froth. She had me dripping with cream. It flooded down my thighs.

“Oh, my god, just a little bit more, Becca Brittany,” I whimpered. “I just need a little bit more and then I’ll explode.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned the futa-reporter. “You’ll cum so hard on my dick! Mmm, yes! Your pussy’s getting so hot and tight on my dick!”

“Yes!” I groaned in delight. “That’s good. Ooh, Becca Brittany, keep plowing into me. Just make me explode in rapture!”

She hammered my cunt so hard. So wonderfully hard. I bit my lip as she rammed into me. The pleasure ignited by her burning friction flared through my right to my ovaries. The heat engulfed them. My eyes widened.

I came.

My pussy writhed on her dick as I howled in rapture. My futa-cock erupted. My cum spurted, splashing onto the sand as I heaved and groaned. My fingers clawed at the beach. I shuddered and shivered, stirring my cunt around on her dick as I came.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Cum in me, Becca Brittany!”

“Yes!” she hissed, slamming into my writhing depths. “You little slut!”

Her futa-jizz exploded into my hungry pussy. I groaned and gasped, sucking in such deep breaths as she spurted over and over into me. She filled me to the brim. A dizzy lust shot thorough me. I squirmed my hips as my futa-cock fired out the last of my own spunk.

Becca Brittany groaned as she enjoyed my snatch. She basted my hot cunt with so much spunk. She’d be leaking out of me as we walked. I groaned, loving it.

And wished it was Deidre’s spunk leaking out of me.

For a moment, a wave of longing washed over me. I wanted this to be over, but I knew my futa-sister would figure out a way for us to win. Maybe I could even convince Becca Brittany to help. I shivered, my pussy sucking at my pussy.

She didn’t want to lose her cock any more than the Summer futas did.

“Ooh, that was good,” she panted, pulling her cock out my snatch. “But we can’t stay here. We got to get moving.”

“Yes!” I said, hopping to my feet. My sister went upriver, so we should go down. I pointed at the thick bush growing along the river bank. “That way!”

Her cum leaked out of my pussy as I bounded forward, such eager energy bursting through me. Such certainty that this would work out for all of us. Nothing could possible go wrong. Deidre and I would be futas forever and ever!

“So,” I said as I neared the bush. “Do you ever think there’s a way that neither side has to lose their futa-cocks, Becca Brittany?”

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Mrs. Fatima Samara

My breasts heaved as I came down from my high. I shuddered, stroking my dick a final time. I looked my head around. I realized I could move. Whatever had frozen me had worn off. I smiled and gained my feet…

Just as a cute, auburn-haired futa with glasses bounded around the bush, her girl-cock bouncing before her. She was looking over her shoulder and hadn’t yet realized I was here until she almost blundered into me.

She squeaked when she stumbled back.

I pounced, realizing that this little Winter futa must have vanquished a Summer futa. It wasn’t Dr. Rita defeating that Korean bitch like I fantasized. I grabbed the girl’s shoulders and slammed her down onto the beach.

She gasped, her glasses almost flying off her face but catching on her eyebrows. Then my girl-cock rammed into her cunt. I felt her pussy around my dick. She felt so wonderfully delicious. I shuddered in delight, driving my hips hard into her depths.

“Becca Brittany!” the girl shrieked. “Deidre!”

And then the bush beside us rustled. I looked up to see branches surging forward at me. Beside the plant, the futa-reporter herself glared at me, her futa-cock soaked in pussy juices. My stomach sank. It wasn’t this girl fucking a Summer futa I heard.

It was two Winter futas having fun.

The branches grabbed me as Becca Brittany lunged forward, her girl-cock so hard for my pussy.

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Officer Cindy Matheson

I soared through the sky, leaving Ms. Kim behind. I gazed ahead and spotted someone else walking beside the river. She headed upriver towards me. She had red hair. I frowned. Was that Keily? I flew lower, studying this futa.

She didn’t have glasses like Keily, but her face was similar. This girl was older, maybe twenty, her breasts rounder and she stood taller. And that meant that she was a Summer futa. I grinned. I didn’t find this missing Arab woman, but it was time to score another victory for my side.

I gathered my winds and pounced.

To be continued…

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Bellatrix Lestrange has Harry Potter and Hermione Granger held hostage at Malfoy manor, with Draco the only other person there, she decides to have a little fun!

BELLATRIX’S PLAYTIME

Bellatrix Lestange placed the dirty plate and cutlery she had just used into the sink and turned to face her nephew Draco who was sitting at the dinner table finishing his meal.

” Draco I am going to venture upstairs shortly and tend to the boy Potter and the mudblood Granger,but before I do is there anything you wish to ask me?”

” No aunt Bellatrix, what do you mean?”

Draco looked uneasy and shifted in his chair.
Bellatrix Lestrange smiled a wicked smile and stepped forward towards the table, her bosom heaving as the tight corset she was wearing struggled to contain her large white tits!
She circled the table and stroked Draco’s hair with her hand, the other hand slid down towards his crotch and grabbed at it!

“Dont try and pretend Draco, I know what you want, I can see it in your eyes and if im not mistaken I can feel it in your loins!! You want to see your auny Bella’s tits don’t you? You want to see me naked dont you?
Is that what you wish Draco?”

” Ummm, I dont, I mean,”

“Hush boy all in good time”

Bellatrix licked the side of Draco’s face and slid her tongue round to his mouth and forced it into his mouth, then quickly back out again. She squeezed his cock through his jeans and stood up over him once more.

“Aunt Bellatrix is going to let you fuck her Draco, oh yes!!” She said with a cackle.
” But for now you are to keep guard down here and make sure no one enters this house, am I understood Draco?”

“Yes aunt Bella”

“Good, now I am going to see to the filth upstairs and I do not wish to be disturbed, am I clear?”

“Yes aunt Bella”

And with a swish of her cloak she walked out of the room and headed for the stairs brandishing her wand in her right hand.
As Bellatrix Lestrange moved up the stairs towards the landing her tits bounced as if trying to desperatly free themselves from the corset, her hair as wild as it always was and her tight backside straining beneath her robes as she climbed the last stair and reached the landing.
Her eyes fixed on the door at the end of the narrow corridor, once again she smiled a wicked smile and she only had one thing on her mind!

She pushed the door open and enter the large bedroom. There was a large 4 postered bed and to one side sat a boy of 15 strapped to a chair and with a lightening scar on his forehead.
In the corner of the room was another chair which was playing host to Hermione Granger,she too was bound and gagged!

“Well, well where to start? Aunty Bellatrix has a few orders and I insist that they are carried out for there is a dozen death eaters outside this room ready to kill if instructed!” She lied!

Bellatrix knelt down in front of Harry Potter and undid his trousers whilst she licked her lips!
She released his semi-erect cock and pointed her wand.

“Engrosseo” And with this Harry’s cock grew to around 10 inches.
“Much better, wouldnt you say Granger?” Tears swam in Hermiones eyes.
Bellatrix put Harry’s cock into her mouth and slurped at it wildly, licking every inch and biting softly and it like a dog. She could feel her knickers getting moist beneath her robes and she quickly stood up and crossed the room towards Hermione!

“Now Granger my filthy little mudblood, did you enjoy seeing me lick Harry’s cock,bet you’ve dreamed of that havent you? Bellatrix pointed her wand at the chair and said “Reliseo!” Hermione was freed from her restraints and the gag fell to the floor. ” Now Granger I want you to lick aunt Bella’s arse!” With this she lifted her skirt,pulled down her knickers and turned around. She bent over and instructed to Hermione,
“Now LICK!” Hemione got to her knees and licked at Bellatrix’s arse, she licked in circles before sticking her tonge deep into Bellatrix’s arse. “Mmmmmmm” Bellatrix moaned. ” Fuck that arse with your tongue, come here, I want to taste it!” She turned to Hermione and kissed her passionatly. Bellatrix pulled her tits from her corset and and shouted, ” suck my tits and finger my arse! Make me come and I will let you fuck the boy Potter! Bellatrix went wild she moaned and screamed as she came and crouched over Hermione’s face as the cum trickled down.
Bellatrix couldnt contain herself piss started to leak from her cunt untill gushes flooded out onto Hermione.
“Oh Bella yes, cum on my face, piss on me! Ive wanted to fuck you for so long, to suck on you tits, to lick you cunt and fuck your arse!!!
Bellatrix collapsed onto Hermione and they kissed each other for what seemed like hours!!
” I dont think ill be needing Harry Potter now Bella, not now ive got you!!
“excellent I was hoping you would say that my filthy,dirty little mudblood!!!” said Bellatrix as she smiled again, I will let you fuck him and suck his cock with me but you are mine now and my arse could use some more fucking!!
With that Bellatrix shoved Hermione’s face to her arse and Hermione licked away furiously!
THE END

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My college roommate was such a bitch. She used to take messages from boys and never give them to me, leave the place a mess all the time, and make me do her laundry.

She was also hot as hell. She was 5’9″, long straight brown hair, hazel almond shaped eyes, mediterranean skin and big, full luscious lips. Her chest was a healthy 38D and she had an ass to match. Her legs were so long, and shapely and beautiful. She knew she had me wrapped around her little finger.

I was no slouch myself – 36C-24-34, blonde hair, blue eyes – pretty in your typical, white-bread kind of way. I was kind of shy then, too, and very accomodating when someone asked something of me. Which is why she could push me around so well.

One day it got out of hand. She came home with a bunch of her rowdy girlfriends, and woke me up (it was 1am). I came out and she basically laughed at me for being upset.

She then turned really strange and said I had “humiliated” her in front of her friends and that I would have to pay for it. She said in my ear if I didn’t do what she said right now, she would tell them all about what she read in my diary – that was enough to drop me to immediate submission. I can’t even tell you NOW what she was referring to back then, it’s too embarrassing.

So when she told me to remove my big t-shirt that I was sleeping in, I had no choice. I looked around at all the girls, who were awestruck, but also saw me with the same disdain my roommate did. I looked at them and at her and realized I had no choice. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of plain white underwear.

Everyone in the room was laughing at me, and telling Lucia, my roommate, to tell me to do other things. She told me to remove my panties and sit in the lounge chair. As soon as I did, she moved my feet up onto the arms of the chair, so that I was leaning back in the chair with my pussy shoved forward. She told someone else to move the lever to recline the chair and when she did, I was wide open for all to see.

They all stood around me while Lucia barked orders. I was mortified, but it was nothing compared with what would happen if they all learned what was in my diary, so I complied with every order.

First she told me to spread my pussy lips with my fingers. Then she told me to start massaging my clit. “Up and down – a little harder – a little faster . . . are you getting turned on?” she asked.

“A little,” I answered.

“Only a little? Well then, you aren’t doing it good enough! Move those fingers faster and harder.”

My fingers were working just enought to satisfy them when the inevitable happened – my juices started to flow and I started getting really horny. All eyes were on me and the room was silent except for my tormentor.

She told me to stop massaging my clit and to insert a finger into my “sloppy wet” vagina. I pushed my middle finger in as far as it would go and she told me to insert another. When I finally had 3 fingers inside me, she told me to “fuck yourself”. So I did. My thumb was pressed against my clit and I fucked myself with my fingers like a whore.

I kept doing it harder and faster, bucking my hips against my hand, feeling all those hostile eyes on me and it was all I could take. I orgasmed right there, moaning and writhing, pushing against my own hand, while my roommate laughed at me.

She called me a slut and left with her friends, who in the future knew they too could make me do whatever they wanted – and to their boyfriends too.

When Lucia came back home she let me eat her. That was how my life changed and I became a slut.

THE END

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This is my first story. I hope you like it.

I watch my sister, Tera, in her room, naked, fingering herself. This was the first time i have ever seen another girl play with herself. It made me real hot.
I burst in and said, “Can I help?”
“No, you are my sister. Get the fuck out.”
So I walk out and went to my room. I grab my handcuff, I keep them under my bed so if i ever do get a boyfreind, i can make him use them on me. I walk back into my sister’s room. I grab her my her hair and throw her on her bed. I pounce on her and handcuff her hand to her bed post. Our parents were out for a week, so this was a good time to practice being a lesbain. I started by sucking on her tits. She was 12 and i was 17. She had some 31C tits. I liked them so much i started to play with on of them.
She is yelling “No.”
So i decide to bite her left tit while playing with her right tit with my tongue. She screams ever louder. I moved down to her pussy and started licking it. I stuck my tounge in her tight, virgin pussy. When i got to the virgin barrier, i pushed my tongue even harder until it broke. She screamed and i licked up the blood. She was moaning and was begging me to stop. I removed my tongue and stuck a finger in her. She was tight. I stuck another finger in and then another in. She is screaming. I remove my hand and start smacking her pussy. I did that for about 3 minutes.
Tera is screaming, “Sister, please stop. You are hurting me.”
I said, “Shut up, Bitch or I will do something you will really not like.”
She ignored me and keep screaming. So i went into my room again and grabbed a 10 in long and 3 in wide dildo. I went back into her room, showed it to her, and forcefully shoved it into her cunt. I pushed it in and out until it was covered in cum. I make her suck it clean with i lick her cum-covered mount clean. I moved over her pussy lips and inserted 3 fingers again. This time while i fingure her i went into a 69 position. I ate her and she ate me. If she did not eat me i would shoved the dildo in her ass. We did this until we both had a powerful orgasm. I fell off of her and I laid on the floor, catching my breath.

Next day, i went up to my sister room and feed her since she was still handcuff. I fell asleep on her floor after that orgasm. I phoned every boy i know about my sister being handcuff to the bed. I told them they can have her pussy, mouth, and/or ass for 10 dollars and to get me to fuck them they will need 20 dollars. A bunch of men came to the house. They all had 10 except for one guy, he had the 30 dollars for me. The first guy only wanted Tera. He hands me the 10 dollars. He start on her by eatting her pussy while playing with her clit. She quickly orgasms. He put his dick in her mouth and told her to suck or she will get beaten until she is unconsious. She suck his dick and he played with he tits. He grabbed the left one with his left hand and the right one with his right hand. He shot his load down her throut. She swallowed it all. He then got to work on her pussy with his cock. He placed his cock on her slit and rubbed it on her mound to get it wet before entering her with his 8 in. She wailed. All the guy who fucked her did about the same thing everytime, but some of them made her ass bleed. I asked who want me and my virgin pussy, my 36B breast, and my tight ass. The man who wanted me, Matt, came over to me gave me 20, pushed me on the floor, and pounced on me. Matt stuck his 9 in. dick in my mouth.
I took it out and said,” I do not want to suck your dick.”
He said,” To damn bad. I bought you, you will do what I want you to do.”
He forced his cock back into my mouth. He fuck my mouth for a bit them shot his load down my throat. I about choked on his jisz. He them moved down my body. He slapped my tits, bit them, and rubbed his tongue on my slit and them pushed it in as hard as he could until he reach my barrier. He pushed harder and I screamed. He tongue fucked me good, going in and out very fast and hard. I orgasmed. Next, he made me finger myself. While i was doing that he was slapping my pussy making it all red and sore. Then after i orgasmed he made me lick my fingures clean of my cum. Then he fucked me. It really hurt. While he were doing that he made me eat my sister’s cum-filled cunt. I did not like to eat other mens cum out of my sister pussy. He made me tongue her pussy until we both orgasmed and i got filled with his jisx. Then he made my sister eat my pussy. While she did that i was to eat her some more. It felt good to have someone eat me, but it did not feel good when he shoved his penis in my ass. I screamed and squirmed trying to make him stop. He fucked me until he cummed in my ass. Everyone left i undid my sister and no one ever talk of this until our parent left again and i did it again.

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One day my three friends invited me to have a girls day out at the beach. Was guessing it was going to be lesbian foursome. So I went along with it. We all met up at a department store parking lot and we all got into my friend, Molly’s car and drove down to the beach.

We arived at the beach. We got undressed and put on our bikinis. We helped each other put on sun tan. We went out for a swim and played a little volly ball. We also layed on the sand.

A life guard came over and asked me my name. I played along with and told him my name. His name was Buddy. We shared some stories and had a few laughs for a while. Until he kind of went into the stage of trying to fuck me. I was still at the stage of having a good time. He walked me into the life guard tower and show me what was in it. I told him about this problem I had and asked how to fix it. Unaware while I was looking out the window and he was explaining he pulled down my panties. I felt a sense of pleasure and something rubbing against my pussy. I leaned backward to his chest. He slowly inserted his cock and started to hump slowly. I was in so much pleasure until that very moment. He got a little faster. I was feeling more pleasure. He layed me one the table. Just then Molly came in. I got off the table and started talking to Molly. Buddy randomly pulled down here panties and started to lick here pussy. Molly tried to pull away but Buddy started to insert his cock into Molly. Molly wasn’t enjoying this one bit. Getting fucked randomly? Molly pulled away, grabbed my hand and we left.

After Molly was in a sequence of sex she didn’t want to happen, we decided to go back to our friends. We told every one what just happened. You know that doesn’t happen everyday.

Later I looked over at two of my friends. They were wispering and looking at me and Molly. I just rolled over onto my stomach. Then my hands were tied up and my mouth was covered by a bandana. They also tied up Molly up too.

After me and Molly were tied up, my two other friends said “let’s have a little fun with you two.” Then they took off our bikinis and panties. They rapped a chain around Molly’s pussy. My friend rubbed a vibrator against Molly’s pussy and she started to squirt. My friend pulled out of the freezer three ice cream bars with a chocolate shell around it. My friend started softly rubbing them against Molly’s body. She lick commonly and kept rubbing it against Molly’s body. The shell started to break and the ice cream was rubbed Molly’s body. Ice cream and chocolate where all over Molly. She took out the second one and rubbed it against Molly’s pussy smearing ice cream and chocolate over it. She then inserted the ice cream bar into molly’s pussy. Molly’s pussy was covered with ice cream. My friend untied Molly’s mouth. She then took off her panty and layed her pussy on top of Molly’s mouth. Molly started to lick her pussy. My friend got so pleasured that she started to cum on Molly’s face. After that they rubbed the chain against her pussy. They then looked over at me. Was it my turn?

They started to walk over to me with smiles on their faces. They were holding two black bags. I was wondering whats inside them. She started to lick my stomach all the way down to my pussy. My other friend started to rub my stomach and started to play with my belly button ring. I stared at her’s for a few moments. It was much prettier than mine. Her’s was a diamond with a chain of diamonds get smaller to the end.

One of my friends reached into the bag and pulled out a knife and started softly rubbing the side of the blade on my stomach. The blade was cold. She stuck the handle of the knife into my pussy and started to move it in and out. She took it out and softly rubbed the blade against my pussy. I was scared. The sharp, cold blade felt a bit pleasurable.

She than pulled out a M9 handgun and slowly rubbed it against my stomach. She slowly brought it down to my pussy and started to rub against my pussy. She rubbed some oil onto my pussy and made sure it was oily. They stood me up and said “lets have your pussy polish my gun.” Open up my pussy lips and placed the gun under my pussy making sure the pussy lips were around the gun.They then started to rub my pussy against the making it shiny and polished. I felt a lot of pleasure. I was getting an orgasm. I had to let it out. Cum poured out of my pussy onto the gun.

After that the layed me back on the ground. They untied my mouth. She brought her pussy and sat it right in front of my mouth. I looked at it. It was pierced and the pussy lips were kinda loose. As she said to Molly, she told me to lick it. (sorry I didn’t mention that earlier.) I started to lick her pierced pussy. I licked the piercing a couple of times. She was really getting an orgasm. Meanwhile my other friend was rubbing oil on her pussy. She came over and rested her pussy on my stomach rubbing it back and forth. My stomach was getting all oily she move down to my pussy and started rubbing her pussy against mine.

My friend picked up her gun. She licked it a few ties and stated rubbing it against her breasts. She then put the gun near my mouth. She told me to lick it and suck it like I’m giving a blowjob. I felt turned on by this in some way.

They then licked my pussy a few times and put a vibrator on my pussy that made me squirt a lot. They then layed Molly on top of me and chained our pussies together.

After the day was over they untied us. We just smiled as if it were a joke and drove on home.

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This is a true story of my first time

I was a 14 year old boy i wasent athletic but not fat and i hade a good reputation with the ladies. My dick was 5 and a half inches and i was ”5”7inches tall with brown hair and hazel eyes. I was on facebook like always talking to makinzie.

(me)Hey babe what you doing.

(Makinzie)Not much I’m really bored.

(me)Well thats no good what if i was to comover and give you some excitement.

(Makinzie)Yea right its like 12:30.

(me)Is that a challenge.

(Makinzie)Shere what happens if you dont show.

(me)What ever you want.

(Makinzie)hmm…I will have to think on that well what if you do.

(me)Well what if you give me a blowjob and we see where it goes from there.

(Makinzie)Fine but only if you come.

(me)Ok fine see you in a while.

(Makinzie)Love you

(me)Love you two

So after that I couldent just not go so I got dressed and jumped out of my window making shere to take my ipod so i could text her when i got there. So i stated the 7 mile walk to her house it was down a road with no side walks but i made it to my destination in a shorter time than expected. when i got to her house I texted her.

(me)Hey babe come out frount.

(Makinzie)Really you actully came.

(me)Yea theres a BJ in risk.

(Makinzie)Ok be right there.

So she came out frount was astonished that I actuly made the log jurney and we snuck up to her room. Where she was on the computor with her frinds and she keept typeing till I took my arm and pulled her into a liying position and started to kiss her slipping my toung into her mouth and then started to put my hand down her panties. She made a slight moan as I rubed her slit and then i put my finger into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her. She moaned ass i went faster and fast soon she took off her shirt to revile she wasent wearing a bra and i stopped kissing her and moved my assalt to her tits. First her right then her lift I founded that her left was her sweet spot so I started to suck her tits till I was so horny that I took my dick out she looked at it and the moved so her mouth was in possition and then she started to suck it slow at first then she went faster and faster till i couldent take it anymore and i came all in her mouth. She looked up at me a swallowed and then i went back to a full assalt on her tits and made out with her and finally as her beged for it i stock my dick in to her she moaned and that really turns me on so i went faster and faster till she was breathing like she hade run a mile. Soon after she cam which cuzed me to cum it felt so good that i actuly felt exsastied and as i rulled over she put her arm arounded me and we just lyed there for what felt like a short time. After that i got the idea to please her like she did me so i move myself for my face to positioned in her pussy and i started to lick it and then as it opend i moved my toung inside and liked it out till she came after which we lie in a daze till we hear and alarm its comeing from here moms room and she tells me to hide so i go into her closet and hear.

(her mom)Makinzie what are you doing up this early.

(Makinzie)Nothing i just hearded your alarm go off.

(her mom)Ok why are you naked?

(Makinzie)It got hot over night and i couldnt sleep with my clothes.

(her mom)Wow hunny you look more….grown up than i remember.

(Makinzie)Yea i gess so.

Then i saw her mom drop her rob and expose her naked body and then move forwored and push her into her bed and go on top of her and then start kissing her. Then she kisses her neck then her caller bone then he tit the down the belly till shes eating my girl friends pussy. I sit in the closet hidden and watching this happen and my pinis becomes rock hard and i start to rub it and then when she comes i do and i sperts in the air and gets all over the place but i dont care it was so hot and her mom says well was that good hunny well do that again soon but i have to get ready for work.

Buy the time her moms in the shower its 5:00 am and I have a short amount of time to get home so we sneak down the stairs and i go out the back door before i go i say.

This was the best night ever.

Well the thing with my mom and i really helped didnt it.

I dont know what your talking about i say.

Then i leave without a nother word it takes me a short time to get home it 6:10 when i get in and i can hear my parents in there room and i know that i made it just in time so i slip upstairs. I lie in bed thinking about the night and i whip out my cock and start masterbateing it dosent take long for the orasem and i feel good about my night and i turn and drift off i wake at 12:30 pm think it was all a dream when i get a text that says.

Last night was the best we need to do it again sometime and we did over the the next mounth we did it every chance we got and never got cought and she didnt get pregnet there were a fue scares but we where good. Then finaly the relation ship ended and wesaid are good byes forever.

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An amazing discover that changed life forever

THE INTERSTELLAR, INTERGALACTIC SEX DRIVE

The quest for an interstellar drive has gone on since the 1940’s at least theoretically.
An intergalactic drive was of course always assumed to be impossible. It was thought that even wormholes would, if even possible to use, only provide shortcuts within our own galaxy.

Hyperspace, at least mathematically, has been proven to exist, but no has ever had any idea how to access it. Some people thought that achieving superluminal speed would do it and magically thrust you across the space time boundary into hyperspace, a conveniently near other-universe, then upon slowing below superluminal speed you would be switched back into our own universe at some point a great distance away from where you started. However, no one ever wrote the theoretical navigator’s manual either.

So it was that like many other inventions, the sex drive was discovered by accident. By 2312 there were outposts at various places in the solar system, and a large number of vessels plied the routes back and forth between various outposts and earth.

A very large passenger vessel had left Moon orbit with 474 people on board, 400 were passengers, and 74 crewmen. Its destination was a super expensive resort that had been built near Sedna way beyond Pluto’s orbit. With a combination of some newly developed magnetic drives in the last century, and the solar wind, acceleration to nearly 10% of light velocity was possible. Nevertheless it was still a time consuming journey.

This was a vacation trip with a few on board going to work at the outpost near Sedna.
There were no single people on board. With little else to do there was a whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on all the time, both day and night. The scenery only offered something to look out near Saturn, Jupiter and Mars were across the Sun, so not even visible except as stars on the wrong end of the ship.

The vessel left Moon orbit on January 1, 2313. It was expected to arrive 60 hours later at 16AU from the Sun. Food replicators had been invented by then, so food was served from the wall inside each cabin.
There was a lounge for the passengers, actually 10 of them of various sizes, so people could play cards no alcohol was allowed on board for obvious reasons.

So it happened suddenly, at 2AM ship time one night. The ship was meandering along accelerating at the normal .7g. The captain was on duty on the bridge at the moment and was checking several sightings of space objects. Suddenly the captain and bridge crew felt a strong sudden acceleration, and the instruments showed an increase of acceleration in a matter of minutes to 1.3g. The captain ordered an alarm sounded for everyone to secure themselves while the crew tried to determine what had happened.

After the alarm, there was no further increase in the acceleration rate, but it held steady at 1.3g.
During the investigation it was learned that 95% of the couples on board were engaged in sex at the same time. This was thought odd, but never connected to the event that occurred.

So the ship arrived quite a bit early, more than a day in fact. After the passengers were ferried down to the surface, a team of technicians went through the ship from stem to stern and could find no explanation. Everything checked out perfectly.

The ship departed to return to Moon orbit. During the trip back, nothing out of the ordinary was encountered except a new large asteroid with 2 moons that had not been discovered before was found.
The trip took exactly 60 hours, as was expected.

Another crew at the Moon did another complete examination of all the drive systems on the ship, and even disassembled and reassembled many things, again finding nothing out of the ordinary.

The next trip was scheduled to depart on April 13, 2013, for this vessel. In the interim no other vessel reported any abnormalities. Again there were 200 couples as passengers and 76 crew. The extra two crewman were drive specialists, who had installed much extra monitoring equipment.

On the second day out at 3:47am ship time, the vessel suddenly increased its acceleration from .7g to 1.3g rapidly again. This time no alarm was sounded, and the acceleration increase continued for another 30 minutes, leaving the ships acceleration at 2.0g. The captain was worried that this might have a bad effect on the passengers, but since there was an internal g force dampening device onboard, no one was aware that the acceleration had occurred except the crew.

The captain again had all the passengers fill out reports on what they were doing in the time period of concern. Once more it was found that 96% this time of the couples were engaged in sexual activity of various kinds, and the cessation of acceleration increase occurred exactly at the time that only 50% of the couples were still engaged in sexual activity.

The company headquarters, when they received the captain’s second report decided to involve some contract scientists in the search for the cause of the phenomena. Nothing was out of the ordinary except the number of couples having sex.

A small vessel was fitted out especially for an experiment. A search for volunteers to have sex continually for 4 hours was done. There were 200 couples all under 30 and in top physical and sexual condition who accepted.

In order to insure that the test would be good and the people could sustain the required sexual activity for the desired length of time, a building was specifically selected to be the place for qualifying sexual activity longevity. There was a standby list of another 100 couples who would replace any that couldnt cut it.

The 200 subjects and volunteers came into the building at 0800 hours. They went through nominal vital sign tests, since they were all flight qualified anyway. The real test was the sexual durability.

So we shall follow Tom and Jane through the test procedures. All of the volunteers were asked to strip completely except for the paper footies they were given. The men were asked to stand shoulder to shoulder in a line while the women were asked to fondle them to maximum erections. Timekeepers were standing by and checking out the erection to full for each man, and also using an instrument to measure penile blood pressure which is an indication of hardness.

Next the women were asked to perform oral sex on the men but only staying with one man for two minutes, all ejaculations were to be swallowed so as to avoid cleanups and timeouts. For the next 28 minutes there was a sight to behold, 100 men standing in line and 100 girls taking turns sucking on their very hard equipment. Again the timekeepers marked each man’s orgasmic time.

After all the men had achieved the first orgasm, they were given drinks and a rest for 10 minutes.
Then the procedure started again. Each man had his time recorded. Again a 10 minute rest with drinks, then the procedure continued. The men were told that they must decide when they had to quit and it would not be held against them, this test was to establish baselines.

All of the men managed to last for 5 orgasms, about 20 quit then, 20 more after the next round, then 40 , leaving only 20 left for the next round, 10 left after that, and the final said no more after the next round.

Everyone broke for lunch then, and steaks and salad with a wide variety of sides were available at the buffet style lunchroom. It looked like a nudist camp, as everyone was naked, even the servers.

After lunch everyone was allowed a total of one and a half hours for lunch and relaxation, no sex permitted.

Everyone went back into the testing room, and found the entire floor covered with mattresses. They were all told to have the women lie down on their backs in rows with about 3 meters between rows.
The men were told to walk to the spaces between rows and then to get down and begin intercourse with the women. No one worried about pregnancy, and everyone went bare, since all the men had implants that prevented sperm development, until it was deactivated magnetically.

They were told that every 5 minutes a bell would ring and they were to advance to the next woman in the row, the ones on the end to return to the first woman. This time the men were told to keep on until they had to quit, but were all allowed a 10 minute rest between orgasms. Before beginning, all of the men were given penile shots that desensitized the penile nerves to an extent. With that it should be at least two hours before any had to quit.

So the sex went on continually with a change or partners every 5 minutes. The women had no problems with sustained activity, extra lubrication was available for the asking, so they wouldn’t get sore.

After 3 hours all the men had to quit. So the test was adjudged a success and the original volunteers were all approved for the test voyage.

The next day at noon local time at the moon base, everyone was ferried up to the test ship. It was pretty much all mattresses on the floors and just one huge open space except for the bridge and equipment areas.

Departure time was scheduled for 1700 hours. No sex was allowed until an hour after departure.
The ship left orbit and headed toward the emptiness above the ecliptic, local system NORTH as it were.
Things went uneventfully the ship accelerated normally with the installed standard drives. At exactly one hour after the departure, the captain made an announcement. In his whimsy, he made the following statement:
Let the games begin. Gentlemen start your erections, Ladies start your wetness. Actually the test subjects had been told that sexual foreplay was encouraged from a time 30 minutes before intercourse was scheduled, so the entire contingent already had erections and wetness.

Exactly one minute after all of the people were fully engaged, plugged in, the ship began accelerating, the rate of acceleration increase was amazing. The ship had been accelerating at .7g from shortly after departure when the full drives were engaged.

The bridge crew was carefully monitoring all phases of the ship’s systems activity. Everything was showing normal parameters. Yet the instrument readings showing the ship acceleration were steadily moving upward.

Since there was wide open space so to speak in the direction of travel, it was intended to keep the sex drive in operation for as long as possible. Since the test time for the present contingent of men and women was had ended at 3 hours, the plan was to continue for 3 hours, rest for one hour, and hen another 3 hours, for 3 cycles; then a rest period of 10 hours for sleep and a meal, and another ship day of the same cycles. This was to be continued for 5 days if the acceleration actually occurred, as well it did.

After 3 hours the acceleration of the ship had reached 6g, no effect internally due to the damping equipment which had been beefed up considerably before installation. It should be able to damp accelerations up to 25g.

With the sex drive crew merrily fucking away for another 3 hours, the ship was now at 12g acceleration.
The third set of activity brought it up to 18g. When all the sex stopped the acceleration continued at 18g

After the five days, the ship was moving at 9.5% of the speed of light. Six weeks of such would bring it up to 57% of light speed, and 12 weeks would theoretically put it over at 104%. The ramifications of this meant that the stars were in reach. Since there was no apparent limit except the theoretical speed of light, if that could actually be exceeded by flipping in to another time-space continuum as the magic number was passed, Alpha Centauri might be closer than 4 years away.

The next experiment would determine if as suspected the number of participants would affect the acceleration rate increase. The captain turned the ship around, but had another idea before she finished.
She decided it would be nice to circumnavigate the solar system, this making this the first ever time to e done, similar to Magellan’s circumnavigation of earth. She thought at least there were no cannibalistic natives on the way.

So the conventional drives were deployed to stop the acceleration and slow the ship to zero acceleration but still moving at 9.5% light speed. The captain ordered the navigators to make the course a safe distance above the ecliptic plane and to circle the Sun at the average distance of Pluto’s perihelion.

Tests were also conducted during this part of the voyage to determine at what point the sex drive thrust began. It was determined that whenever 180 couples were simultaneously engaged in intercourse the acceleration began.

Another point to be determined was whether same sex activity would have the same, less, or more, effect. Since the participants had signed a contract stating that same-sex activity would also be required. There was no problem from the Sex Drive Team as they had begun to call themselves.

Since it had been determined that it took 360 people to initiate the sex drive, and there were only 200 men and 200 women on board this created a problem unable to be overcome on this trip. However, our intrepid Captain was not easily bumfuzzled. She decided we would do a test anyway having all 200 of the women engaging each other at the same time all the men were engaging each other. So that would put 400 people in the pot. She decided to start below the threshold magic sex drive number of 360, so that initially there were only 150 same-sex couples involved at once. Once they were fully engaged, it was noted there was no additional acceleration. Recall the ship was now cruising at 9.5% light speed with no acceleration.

The captain had additional couples added in increments of 10. Once again at 180 couples engaged simultaneously the ship began accelerating. She immediately called a halt to the activity and used the conventional drives to restore the ship to 9.5% of light speed and zero acceleration., halfway around the solar system loop, she began using the magnetic field drive and the sun’s energy to start decelerating the ship.

During the period of deceleration, any sex activity was permitted as long as only 175 couples were engaged, since the sex drive would not kick in until 180. After the same-sex experimentation, there were found to be 12 male couples that continued the same-sex activity and 20 female couples.

Post experiment interviews with the captain revealed that all 64 of them had never before been involved in same-sex activity, but they all declared that they had found their definite preference for it.

Six months after they left the Moon orbit the ship returned after looping the earth once. The crew was all ferried down to the research station on the Moon.

Since the Sex Drive seemed to be dependent on brain activity involving sex, and the brain waves from the participants seemed to have reinforced each other to make some sort of depression in the space-time continuum in the direction of ships travel. The physical science specialties now had a whole new field to explore, that should keep them busy for centuries. The psychologists and psychiatrists were making every attempt to force this field of study to be restricted to their disciplines. Since they had been so thoroughly discredited in the previous century as not being a real science but more akin to the religious belief systems, they of course failed miserably and were in fact legally locked out forever from any participation in the new field of Sex Drive Dynamics. The biological human brain scientists were having a field day, to determine how, 360 people engaged in sex simultaneously managed to effect the space-time continuum of the universe.

Of course all of the “test subjects” of the Sex Drive Field Studies, now funded by every country in the world and by the successor to the United Nations, United Earth. Huge prizes were put up for breakthroughs in understanding the mechanism behind the Sex Drive.

All of the existing “starships” were refitted for contingents of Sex Drive personnel, and a bidding war was now going on to obtain personnel to “man” and “woman” the Sex Drive stations. The magnetic drives also generated much work on improving them to the point where they could handle the new parameters needed for deceleration from near light speeds. This led to another new discovery, the graviton drive, which strangely enough, only functioned at higher speeds over 20% light speed.

It seemed the universe was much stranger than anyone had ever imagined. The Sex Drive was here to stay. After a few years ships were being fitted for Sex Drive contingents of 2000 people. This placed the nearer stars within weeks of travel time. Five new colonies were started on earth type planets around M Class stars in the next 30 years.

By the year 2500, the human species had insured its survival on 31 planets besides earth, and all were thriving.

Author’s note: This story is based on something a friend of a friend of a friend who violated ultra top secret clearance about experiments being done at Area 52 told me, the new ultra-ultra-secret installation near Area 51. (Neither one officially exists, we had to pictures from the Russian government that their satellites obtained!) The employment rate in Las Vegas and Henderson has dropped to ZERO. The only place in the country where there is NO unemployment. There are 10 offices around town that advertise pleasant well paid employment for ANYONE.

Copyright 2008 Empress Lainie

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