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hi guys this is my first erotic text there is no sex in this part this is more an introduction to the charecters but rest assured there will be plenty later on this is more of a romance thing anyway this is based on a true story up until a certain point but this is a documentation of how i hoped it would have gone at the time

Sex Joke

My dog named ‘sex’

Everybody who has a dog calls him “Rover” or “Boy”. I call mine “Sex.” He is a great pal, but he has caused me a great deal of embarrassment. When I went to city hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk I would like a license for Sex. He said, “I’d like one, too!” Then, I said “But this is a dog.” He said he didn’t care what she looked like. Then, I said, “You don’t understand. I’ve had Sex since I was 9 years old.” He winked and said, “You must have been quite a kid.”
When I got married and went on my honeymoon, I took the dog with me. I told the motel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me and a special room for Sex. He said, “You don’t need a special room. As long as you pay your bill, we don’t care what you do.” I said, “Look, you don’t seem to understand. Sex keeps me awake at night.” The clerk said, “Funny – I have the same problem.”
One day, I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away. Another contestant asked me why I was just standing there, looking disappointed. I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest. He told me I should have sold my own tickets. “But you don’t understand,” I said. “I had hoped to have Sex on TV.” He said, “Now that cable is all over the place, it’s no big deal any more.”
Last night, Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him. A cop came over to me and asked, “What are you doing in this alley at 4 o’clock in the morning?” I told him I was looking for Sex. My case comes up Friday.

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Diary

LLess Than Desirable

First Serial Rights copyright 1992
This is my first to be published in a long time. Its not some quickie hard-on crap. Brothers and Sisters who’ve been on the road before might recognize the circumstances better than most…
LESS THAN DESIRABLE
The new white Thunderbird sedan fish-tailed toward the right snowbank.
“Great,” Dicky said out loud. He quickly glanced in the rearview mirror and mumbled, “Me with ninety-eight pounds of Columbian in the trunk, and I’m gonna slide off into a snowbank alongside an Interstate.
Muleing from Phoenix to Cincinnati, wired on drop-speed after two days on the road, wheeling a drive-through big enough to be a tank, stuck in a freak snowstorm south of St. Louis, Missouri on I-44, wasn’t Dicky Cole’s way of having a good time. This was no place for a lover of the game: muscle cars, custom leather jackets with initialed silver buttons, starched and pressed faded Levis, t-shirts emblazoned with logos from hot rock groups, shined, endangered-species-skin boots. A well-stretched honey, long legs striding slightly ahead, guiding her gently with his hand on the small of her back. Her sitting beside him with her hand inside his jeans, gently massaging his cock.
Dicky knew how to pay for it all: Flight out of Sky Harbor Monday morning, meet with the buyer Monday night. Buyer tests the sample and admires the pretty blue color, then stashes it for comparison on delivery. Dicky pre-counts the cash, making certain the bills aren’t consecutive, scatters his mark throughout–remembering where, for an easy spot at the drop–and randomly pockets a few bills for a bogus check when he gets back. Then let the mules do the shit work, the delivery, in the next seven days.
Now it was back to basics. Jules Lamar, the connection, down. Jules Lamar, the man, the mentor, twenty years as a pharmaceutical rep, with international connections. Shipments of paste, ready for ether when you opened the bags, just one step away from product. Jules even had the chemist at the state crime lab doing the final step. Then the fatal flaw: EGO. Jules saying, “My boy, it’s the biggest buy so far. Thirty keys of pure. I’ll have to do this one myself.” Two days later, at 3:30 am, the phone call: “J. L. is down. Feds.” Click.
Man, they move fast, he thought, checking the rear and side mirrors again.
Federal court orders arrived overnight. They seized all of Jules accounts and investments, plus the money Dicky had invested on Jules’ advice. The next morning, he took the chance and was first in line at Valley National, cleaning out his checking account. Now, the only cash he had was five grand strapped to his waist in a cloth money belt under his shirt, and a little under three hundred in his pocket. He knew he shouldn’t use credit cards. They were too easily traced.
He’d immediately severed contact with Jules’ people, crashing for a couple nights with a local music group he’d been financing. The drummer, Lyle, introduced him to one of their friends, Roger, on vacation from Cincinnati. Roger had the problem of how to get some choice Columbian buds back home. Dicky had the solution and the motivation. He agreed to mule the buy back to Ohio for five bills and expenses.
At the moment he was having a vision of a Gary-Cooper-looking state trooper pulling up to be helpful–after he’d slid off into the snowbank–saying, “Sir, let’s open the trunk so we can add some more weight for traction He’d assumed the position before. The memory made him paranoid. “Careful. Take it easy,” he said, talking out-loud again.
The DJ came on after the final note from the Beatles, I Want to Hold Your Hand, “Hand holdin’ weather tonight guys and gals. And, make sure you got plenty to hold you over for the next few, we got the arctic mass swooping in from the north, rocky mountain high winds from the west, and a warm front up from the gulf. Worst its been in twenty years. Now this from John Deere, tractors that go anywhere, anytime
The rear end fished gently to the right, and Dicky could hear the whir and whine from the tires through the slightly lowered window. The T-bird finally caught with a slight jerk and eased forward, crawling like a tank past the giant walls of fresh snow spewing up by the lumbering snowplow somewhere ahead of the long line of cars.
He slowly slid to a stop by the sign, BOURBON NEXT EXIT. Then he saw the Missouri State Trooper walk out of the swirling snow up to the driver’s side of the car ahead and say something. Now, he was heading for the T-bird.
He snubbed out his cigarette in the already overflowing ashtray, pressing the button and the window slowly humming down. “What’s up officer…Holden?” he said, hoping he wasn’t being too smooth by reading the name tag sewn under the giant cloth badge on the big parka.
“TROOPER, Sir. Sir, this line is going to have to exit at Bourbon. All roads are being closed except for emergency traffic.”
“But I’ve got to get this car to…”
“Unless it’s a life emergency, no one travels on these roads tonight, Sir. Governor’s orders. Exit ahead at the ramp where you see my unit parked.” The trooper abruptly started toward the next car in line.
“Shit. Shit. Mother-fucker!” Dicky screamed, after the window rolled back up. He wrenched at the steering wheel like a child in a tantrum. Hands trembled and clothes soaked with cold sweat, he shook his head from side to side muttering, “Calm down. Control. Control!” He reached under the new blue sweater he’d bought in Sapulpa when it began getting cold, fishing out a plastic packet of white ten-mg tablets from his shirt pocket. He shook three into his hand, reached behind the front seat and found a warm beer under his blue sport coat, opened it and washed the tabs down.
BLAM, BLAM! came the sound of someone hitting the car trunk. Twisting around, he saw the trooper gesture impatiently to move forward. With a quick glance ahead he saw the other cars had disappearing into the swirling snow. He almost dropped the beer getting his hands back on the wheel, and gently pressed down on the accelerator.
Trooper Bob Holden watched the T-bird slide forward and narrowed his eyes. He walked forward, keeping pace with the big white car, and almost caught up to the driver’s side door. Then the car started moving better and he stepped aside toward the median, but reached into his pocket, took out a small notebook and wrote the license plate number down. Watching the T-bird disappear, he thought, Fool, if he’d just add some weight, and let some air out of those tires, he’d be OK.
“Whatta you mean there’s no rooms! I’m stranded!” Dicky glared at the skinny man across the registration desk at the Holiday Inn.
Marty Fishbine, the desk clerk, had been taking abuse for over eighteen hours. “Sorry, sir. You can try the Bourbon Inn or the Armory where they’ve put up stranded travelers. All our beds are occupied,” he smirked. He was enjoying burning down, what he thought was, one more rude, irate, asshole traveling salesman.
And so it went. No room at the woodsy-looking Bourbon Inn. The gas station was closed, and the T-bird gauge read quarter tank. The town looked dry, so no more beer. He couldn’t find the Armory. Finally, after rounding the massive oak tree in the town square for the third time, he slid toward a side street and found he had to go down it looking for another street or driveway to turn around in so he could drive back.
When he finally saw a wide space to his right that looked like a road, it sloped downward. The big car slid to a stop just past the side road, and he looked down the grade. “I’ll be damned. A little motel.” THE RETREAT, the dark sign read at the bottom of the slope. Dicky tried to back up so he could nose the big car down the slope into the drive and promptly fishtailed backwards and to the right. The T-bird slid, wheels spinning, down the slope and into the tiny parking lot. “What the fuck.” He quickly threw it into reverse and backed up to the office doorway.
When Lori Peters heard the banging on the downstairs office door her first thought was, Another chance to smoke a cigarette.
“Lori Jean, I’ll be a gettin’ that,” her father said. He staggered up from the old Lazy-Boy recliner, bumped into the back of the chair, steadied himself and said, “Where you at, Little Girl?”
The two year-old child with blonde hair looked up and said, “Here, Papa Ray.” She pronounced it Paw-Paw. “I get my books outta way.” She knew he’d walk over her coloring books if she didn’t quickly gather them up.
“Papa, let me do it. You might fall again on the stairs,” Lori said. She grabbed her cigarettes, got up from the couch and turned the black and white TV off.
The banging got louder and Ray Peters shuffled toward the stairs and the noise. “If’n a man can’t answer his own door then thay might as well shoot him.” The old man plodded down the stairs, trailed by Lori and Little Girl.
Looking past her father, Lori could see over the counter, and through the front windows. A tall, good-looking young man with blond hair in a blue sport coat and tan slacks was standing outside with his hands in his pockets. Probably playin’ pocket pool, she thought, and grinned.
“Must be young, or he wouldn’t be bangin’ so much,” Ray Peters said opening the door and standing in the way. “Whatta you want?”
“Sir, its freezing cold out here. Could I come in?” Dicky said.
“Closed fer the season,” Papa Ray said, and tried to push the door closed.
Dicky had his foot stuck in the doorway. “Sir, all the other motels are full up. There’s no other place to go. I’ll be happy to pay double rate if you’ll just put me up overnight.”
Papa Ray forced the door closed and left Dicky hunched up outside, turned around and said, “What’s he look like, Lori Jean?”
Lori’s first thought was, Delicious, but she said, “He’s clean-shaved, Papa. Looks like a business man. His car’s a new white Ford sedan with Arizona license on it.”
The old man turned around and opened the door. “Get on in here fore we all freeze.”
Dicky kept glancing up at the tall, thin woman while he wrote on the registration card. She stared back with ice-blue eyes and a slight grin, leaned against the doorway, hands stuck in the back pockets of her jeans, cigarette pack stuffed halfway into the front pocket. The long blonde, teased-out hair framed her high cheek-bones and slightly crooked nose.
“Double rate’s eighty-two dollars,” Papa Ray said, squinting his eyes. “An I’ll need one’a them plastic cards.”
Dicky looked into cataracts embedded in dough with a five-o’clock shadow. “You don’t mind cash, do you, sir?”
“Nope. But I still need a se-cur-i-ty deposit. If’n you ain’t got a plastic card, then I’ll be a’needin’ two hun’erd cash.”
Dicky winced. “I’ll be able to get the two hundred back when I leave?”
“If you ain’t messed up nothin’.”
The little blonde girl reached up and tugged on Lori’s shirt sleeve. “What’cha lookin’ at, Mama?”
Lori stared straight at Dicky and said, “A beautiful loser, baby.”
Dicky walked behind Lori and admired what he saw. They headed toward number six, at the far end of the row of little units attached to the right side of the office. Not bad, in a country sort of way, he thought.
“Its just me and my Dad and Little Girl,” she said over her shoulder. “Dad bought the place a coupla years ‘fore he retired from the Missouri and Pacific. The rooms aren’t very warm–that’s why we’re only open in Spring ‘n Summer–but there’s a little baseboard heater. Mostly we get old folks comin’ to fish up on the lake. I turned the water back on into the units at the office, so there oughtta be hot water, but you’ll have to run the lines for awhile to get the crap out.” She talked with a mid-west accent, but clipped the country drawl like a metropolitan street-kid.
“I’ve been on the road for a couple of days. I could use a long hot shower.”
“Well, don’t make it too long. Daddy don’t like runnin’ the water or the ‘lectricity bills up. What’cha gonna do ’bout that pretty T-bird? You gonna pull it over here to get your bags?” She unlocked the door and they scurried inside.
Dicky skipped the bags reference and said, “I think I’ll leave that tank where it is, if that’s OK. I’ve done enough sliding around for one day. Shit, you were right. It is cold in here.”
She bent over from the waist and turned the small baseboard heater on low, glanced back and caught his obvious stare at her. She smiled and straightened up. “Here. I’ll turn the electric blanket on the bed. You can crawl in under the covers while the room warms up.”
Dicky grinned. “Why don’t you climb in with me and I’ll show you how to stay warm without a blanket.”
“I already know how to do that. Got a two-year-old girl to prove it.”
“I might show you something new.”
“I’m sure you could, slick. Maybe later,” she said, pulled her sweater around her, kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door. She could hear his groan after she closed the door. She wrapped the sweater around, hugged herself, and smiled.
Tease. Dicky stood at the foot of the bed and shivered. “That’s what she is,” he said outloud. He went into the tiny bathroom, rubbed his hands together for warmth, and looked at the shower stall. “Humm,” he reached over and turned the hot water on. He watched the line spit, said, “Shit” when he got some line rust on his tan slacks, then grinned when the steam started rolling out into the tiny stall. He closed the door and stripped off his clothes, closed the cover on the toilet seat and sat down, lit a cigarette, and let the steam heat warm him.
He was still enjoying the steam heat half an hour later when he finally heard the banging on the unit door. He wrapped a towel around his waist, opened the bathroom door and yelled, “Who is it?”
“Mr. Clay! Turn off that hot water! That’s too much hot water! Turn that water off!” the old man yelled outside the door.
Dicky remembered he’d registered under a false name, and yelled, “That’s what I paid for, sir!”
“Not that damn much you didn’t! Turn that hot water off now, or I’m shuttin’ the line off!”
“Take it out of the deposit! I like long showers!”
“Ain’t no body that dirty!”
“I’ve been on the road two days!”
“Turn that damn water off, now!”
“Five more minutes! Gimme five more minutes!
“Five damn minutes! No more!”
Dicky hopped into the shower, jumped back out because it was too hot, adjusted the cold water and waited for the cold line to clear, then jumped back in. He had just lathered down and the water started to turn cold.
“Shit. Shit. That old fucker,” he swore, hopping around getting the soap off. He rinsed the last out of his hair in ice cold misery, jumped out cursing some more and rubbed down with the now soaked thin towel he’d left on the yellow-brown linoleum floor. He ran out into the room and sprang into bed, pulling the electric blanket up around his neck. He lay there shivering and miserable until one more misery became clear: The blanket wasn’t hot. He crabbed around, looked for the switch, saw it was pushed in at the ON position and the dial was set at five. He crabbed around more, acquired more goose bumps when his feet poked out from under the blanket, and saw it wasn’t plugged in. He swore again, reached over the side of the bed and got the plug, found an outlet about six inches from the right side of the bed under the night table, reached over, promptly fell out of the bed onto the floor, and cracked his head on the night table. He lay on his back, spread-eagled, blanket underneath, with tears of pain in his eyes. In a rage, he beat his fists up and down on the floor until he was exhausted.
He slowly pushed himself up and massaged the bump on his head. His pants and shirt had fallen on the bathroom floor and soaked up the remainder of the water the towel had missed. His underwear, socks and shoes were in the same condition. He dressed in the wet clothes and noted that, at least, the sweater and coat were dry. He sat on the end of the bed, turned the heater up to HIGH and stuck his feet out, realized how tired he was, and fished out the plastic bag of diet speed from his shirt pocket. He held the bag up and saw he hadn’t closed it all the way the last time. Some water had gotten in and turned the 10 mg tablets to mush. He stared at the bag. “Anything else?” he said looking upward.
He glanced around the room, found a dirty plastic cup, scraped about half the mush into it and added some tap water, then swished the contents around until it dissolved. He opened his wet money belt, finally found a dry hundred dollar bill among the fifty scattered around the belt, rolled it into a tube and snorted the liquid at the bottom of the cup. Dicky Cole snapped his head back, let out a, “Wow-o-o-o!” held his nose and danced around like a tribal war dancer.
A couple of minutes later, feeling much better, he sat back down by the heater, rubbing his feet. His socks were just getting dry when the heater whirred, rattled a little, stopped and a red light came on. OVERLOAD, PLEASE TURN SWITCH OFF, the words underneath the light read.
“Ah, yes. These delightfully delicate country nights.” He put on his shoes and jacket, remembered to turn the heater switch off, and headed for the office.
Lori bounded downstairs before Dicky could pound on the door twice. She lit her cigarette, opened the door, stuck her face out and smiled. “Yes-s-s? May I help you?”
“You can damn well let me in. The cheap-ass heater went out and your old man cut the hot water off. I’m wet, freezing and almost outta cigarettes. Got any more of those?” pointing to the cigarette, “and you got any food? I’m starved. At this rate you should, at least, give me a sandwich.”
She grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, wrapped her arms around him, took drags on her cigarette over his shoulder and blew the smoke out through the crack in the door. “How ’bout this kinda sandwich? You like it hot and juicy?” She rubbed her left hand up and down his back, across his ass, and ground her pelvis into his crotch. Her hand slid down his left side, across his torso and between his legs. Her hand could feel his eight inch erection through his wet slacks. “Humm, feels like you’re gettin’ warmer.”
“Its helping.”
“Poor baby. Miss me?”
Dicky tried to ignore her tease. “That machine got any cigs in it?” nodding toward the old cigarette machine in the office corner.
“Yep, an’ I got the key. What’cha gimme for it?”
“How ’bout eight inches of hard time back at number six?”
“O-O-Oh. Now, that was smooth. I’m impressed
“Open up.”
“The cigarette machine
“For now.”
She swiveled over to the machine. “Leave the Winstons. They’re mine.”
Dicky took a handful of Marlboro packs and stuffed them in his pockets. “Might be a long winter. Now, how about some food.”
“Hang on.” She flipped the cigarette out the door, and hit the top of the T-bird. “Sorry.” She smiled and ran back upstairs.
He leaned against the doorway and listened to her argue with the old man about him eating dinner with them. The old man’s, “No!” raised higher and higher until the child asked, “Why you be so mad, Papa. Peeze don’t get mad, Papa. I don’t like when you mad, Papa.”
“I ain’t mad, Little Girl. Your Mama’s just actin’ funny.”
“Don’t be mad wit Mama, Papa. Peeze don’t hit Mama, Papa.”
“I ain’t gonna hit her, Little Girl. Now you hush now and git on with your colors.”
Dicky thought, Maybe the old man beats her. No wonder she’s wilder’n a buck.
“OK, Lori Jean. Bring him on up, but anythin’ funny happen I’ll throw’m out in the snow.”
Lori came to the top of the stairs, saw Dicky, raised her right hand, gave him the middle finger and motioned him upstairs, then quickly turned away.
Dicky entered the room, stopped and looked around like he might have walked into a mine field. The old man was sitting with his back to the door in the old recliner facing a big, old brown gas heater stove that sat on the fireplace hearth. The child was on the green shag-carpeted floor to the right of the chair with papers, crayons and coloring books. Just beyond the child, a big grey couch with faded red piping sat backed against the far wall, next to a door that looked like it led to a bedroom. An aluminum kitchen table with three chairs and faded formica top sat directly in front of him, jammed up against the wall to his right. Under the table was a big cardboard box with no top that looked like it had some old clothes in it. He walked cautiously toward the old man and said, “Thank you, sir. For inviting me to dinner,” when he came even with the chair.
“We call it supper up here, boy. Dinner’s in the middle the day.”
“Supper then, sir. Thank you.”
The kitchen covered the space over the top of the office, and Lori looked around and stared at him. “Have a seat on the couch. Turn the TV on if you like.”
The TV was sitting on an end table under the window at the far end of the couch. Dicky turned it on. It was a small black and white, and when he turned the channel selector only one station came in.
The old man said, “That’s the only station. NBC. National Broadcasting Company. Outta St. Louie up the road. Nuthin’ else but it.”
Dicky turned the volume down and glanced around, shaking his head.
They all sat quietly. Dicky stared at the TV and tried to read an on-screen banner across the bottom half. The banner was half-clipped off, because of the screen size, but he could read ALL STATE ROADS CLOSED. The other emergency information was lost outside the tiny screen.
Finally, the little girl got up and came over to Dicky, showing him her drawing. She looked him directly in the eyes, thrust the drawing up in his face and said, “You like it, Pa–Mister?”
Dicky realized that this was her routine with the blind old man: Shoving the drawing close to his face so he could see. “Very pretty, little girl. What’s your name?”
“Little Girl.”
“No honey, your name like mine is… Uh, Richard,” remembering signing the register as Richard Clay.
“That my name. Little Girl.”
Lori came walking into the room carrying bowls of food, placing them on the table. “That’s her real name. For now. She’s gonna pick her own name when she gets big enough. Ain’t you sweetie? You’ll pick a real pretty one too, won’t you?” She picked the child up and kissed her on the cheek.
“I like Barbie, Mommy.”
“That’s not a real name, baby. That’s a play doll’s name. You’re a doll, but not a play doll. You need a name like Tammy or Loretta or Jean or Lynn, or some big star name like that. Don’t you think so…Mr. Richard Clay of Flagstaff, Arizona?”
Dicky caught the over-pronunciation and grinned out of the corner of his mouth. “Whatever you say, Mommy.”
“See honey, the big-city man knows a good name when he hears it. Not like mommy’s name. Lori. In England that’s a truck used for haulin’ trash. That’s not a good name. You need a star’s name.”
“Now, Lori Jean you hush!” The old man struggled in his chair. “I tole you ’bout no funny stuff!”
She put the child down, walked by the chair and patted her father on the shoulder. “Settle down, Papa. Supper’s ready. We don’t need you gettin’ a sick stomach.” She headed for the kitchen and brought back a big grey piece of meat and some bread.
Dicky watched the old man struggle up, and started to make a move to help him but Lori held up her hand and shook her head, no. Finally, Papa Ray Peters shuffled toward the table. Then he got down on his knees and reached into the box underneath and pulled out something, put it under his arm, pulled out the chair on the end by the door and sat down with an “Uh!” Dicky wasn’t sure whether the old man was holding a big rat or a little dog.
Lori looked at Dicky and shrugged her shoulders. “This here’s Fancy, Daddy’s chihuahua. Cute little thing, ain’t she?”
The dog’s big eyes were almost a smokey as the old man’s. The big ears were laid back as her owner rubbed her head and scratched behind the red rhinestone studded collar. When he laid the dog on his lap Dicky could see big patches of bare, red skin. Mange. The child pulled out the chair in the center, climbed up on it and sat down next to the old man. Lori went into the bedroom and brought out a green folding chair and sat it between her and the child.
“You get here, Mr. Clay,” again, over-pronouncing the name. She sat down in the end chair, patted the green metal seat, and started passing the food around.
Dicky sat down and watched Papa Ray fill his plate, then lift the little dog up and feed it every other bite with the same fork he used. First the potatoes, next the beans, then the meat. The dog would nibble at each offering and the old man would wolf down the remains. Dicky was mesmerized. Lori filled his plate up while he stared, then slid her hand down the inside of his leg and squeezed. He snapped his head around toward her, and she nodded toward his plate. He shook his head up and down, eyes bulging almost as big as the dogs and started to eat. They slowly ate in silence; all five of them. The old man finished first, pushed his plate away, kissed the dog on the top of its head and sat it down on the floor. “Do your do-do, Fancy,” he said.
Dicky looked at Lori, then the child, and both just kept their heads down slowly eating. All of a sudden he felt a tugging on his pants leg followed by a gargled growl. He glanced under the table, saw the dog had urinated on his right shoe, and was now chewing on his left pants leg. He didn’t know what to do. He was afraid to kick the dog for fear the old man would freak out. He tried to push the dog away and it fell over on its side still growling and gargling, its teeth caught in his pants cuff. He nudged Lori and pointed under the table.
Lori looked down. Smiling up at Dicky, she reached under the table, pulled the dog free, and tore the pants in the process. “Sorry.” She put the dog back in the box.
The old man leaned dangerously back in his chair. “Boy, you ever been up this way before?”
Dicky controlled his anger and said, “No sir. Never have,” thinking, Never will again, either.
“This is strange country, boy.”
You’re telling me.
“We been visited by aliens, up here. I seen ’em myself.”
Maybe the whole town’s like this, Dicky thought and asked, “How so, sir?”
“I seen their ship set down over toward the lake. I was sittin’ on the pot last year, looked out the window–we’re up high here on the second story–and saw a big light hangin’ off out by the lake.”
“That so.”
“Yep, ole Bourbon is on the inter-gal-act-tic map.”
“Over by the lake huh?”
“Shore ’nuff.”
“Did it improve the fishing? People catch more fish?”
Lori began choking on her food.
“Can’t rightly remember anythin’ like that, but the water level raised a couple inches. Could be they put a big cap-sule in the lake, and that’s what raised the level. Whatta you think?” the old man asked.
Lori was grinning ear to ear. She pushed her plate away, got up, excused herself, and hurried toward the bedroom. The child looked back and forth at the two men.
Dicky pushed his chair back. “Well sir, I don’t know about the capsule. But the way I figure it is if the fishing improved they’re friendly. If it didn’t then you might be in for hard times.”
The old man paused for a long time, and Lori came back in the room. She leaned on her hand against the back of Dicky’s chair.
Papa Ray Peters finally said, “You know boy, you just might have somethin’ there. I’ll ask around come spring and see.”
After she cleared the dishes, Lori carried Little Girl around on her hip, and the child kissed Papa and Dicky on their cheeks, before she went to bed. Dicky passed through the bedroom to the bathroom and noticed there was only one king-size bed. Lori had placed the child in the middle, and he figured they all slept in the same bed.
Lori looked up at him, winked and mouthed, “Just a minute.”
He went in the bathroom and sat where Papa said he had sat when he saw the UFO, and contemplated the nature of the universe. He came to the conclusion that the day could best be described by looking in the toilet, and this day might be a sign to change his ways. When he came back out to the living room Lori patted beside her on the couch. He sat down and realized he was tired. He yawned.
Lori slid her hand down his leg, bent over, bit his ear and whispered, “Don’t fall out now, you’re almost there. He’ll be asleep in less than a half-hour.” She kept running her hands over him, chewing on his ear–which he hated–and, in general, doing a good job of keeping him awake. He felt uncomfortable with the old man sitting less than five feet away but she whispered, “Blind as a bat. Just don’t make any noise.”
He knew the little food he’d eaten had cut the effect of the speed. After one particularly good fondle from her he stifled another yawn and decided to do the remainder of the bag. He excused himself, quietly went back to the bathroom, sprinkled some water in the plastic bag and stuck his nose inside. When he came out she had her sweater on, held her finger to her lips and they tip-toed down the stairs and out the door to number six.
The speed had done its job and he was ready, but the room wasn’t. He’d left the heater and the blanket off. “Sorry, I was pretty bent out when I left.”
She smiled. “Dahlin’, in five minutes we’ll be generating enough heat to thaw out Bourbon.”
They jumped in bed and got undressed under the covers, and, true to her word, in a couple of minutes he his cock was buried all way to the back of Lori’s mouth, and then she swallowed and the head of his cock slid neatly into her throat. “Ohhh shit.” Lori kept gulping until the bulbous head followed by another inch of his cock had slid deeper down her throat. Dicky felt heat radiating from his crotch toward his hands and feet; and true to her prediction he didn’t feel the cold at all.
When Lori lifted her head, his cock began to slowly slide out of her throat. Slowly, slowly, slowly … and as the bulbous head cleared her throat, Dicky could swear he heard a “POP.” She didn’t stop though. Her tongue, laying as a bed on the underside of the cock, came alive and began swirling around her mouth like a snake. Curling around the shaft, the tip following the sensitive underside of the head. She let his cock slide slowly out of her mouth until she clamped down on the ridge with her lips and held him in place while she sucked so hard he thought she was going to turn his cock head inside out. As she let Dicky’s eight clear her lips he realized he was as hard as a rock
At 32 and having snorted everything from fresh high grade coke to bathtub crank for the last six plus years Dicky knew the “why?” of the hard on, and its eventual outcome; or more likely “no outcome.”
She came after him with a calculated attack that reminded him of some pros he’d known in Phoenix and she was relentless. He became aggressive and flipped her over lining up on her asshole. He literally rammed his cock up her ass in one swift movement, but, although his cock was rock hard his pelvic region gave way and he almost ruptured himself. With his cock inside Lori’s asshole, he had to stop for about ten minutes until his pain dissipated.
After it was over he was laid out on his back. She was wrapped around his right side with her head on his chest, and her stiff-sprayed hair poked him in his eye. He reached over, bent the hair away, and glanced at his watch. Eleven-thirty.
“You goin’ somewhere?” she asked his chest hairs, tracing her finger down the hair line.
“I was just looking to see how long we’d been at it.”
“You tryin’ for a record?”
He laughed. “Over an hour is pretty good for most people.”
“Dahlin’, if I could stay all night you’d find that we’d set a record nobody could break. I can do this all night, every night.”
“Interesting thought.”
“Keep thinkin’ on it.”
He reached for his cigarettes in the pile of clothes by the bed, and touched the money belt. He quickly tossed it under the bed.
“What’cha doin’?”
“Getting a cigarette. Want one?”
“Sure.” She sat up and ran to the bathroom, came back and wrapped the now-warm electric blanket around her, sitting down on top of him.
He opened one of the packs from the machine in the office, lit two cigarettes and started coughing. “How old are these?” he asked between gasps.
“‘Bout nine months. Since last summer. Old folks don’t smoke much.”
“Damn. You can feel the tar coating your insides like asphalt.”
“That’s what I mean. Everythin’ around here’s too damn old.”
“Pretty bad, huh?”
“Really bad. Boring.” She blew the smoke away without a cough.
“You got your little girl.”
“Hell, I don’t even wanna talk about that. She can stay with her Papa.” She got up and took their cigarettes to the bathroom and flushed them, got dressed and stood at the foot of the bed. She gave Dicky a hard look. “So, whatta you think?”
“Huh?”
“‘Bout you and me every night?”
He realized she was cold serious. Paranoia danced through his brain: Drugs in the trunk, registered under an assumed name, feds maybe looking for him, local girl, blind old man, young child. He broke into a cold sweat. He tried to cover with a slight smile and said, “Well, hey baby. Gimme a little more time than this. Its a big decision. You know, getting together, man and a woman, that means commitment. You know?”
“Hey, slow down. Don’t panic. Its not like I mean forever. I just need some stud like you to gimme a ride and help me get set up in a better place. In return, I’ll keep you and anyone else you want grinnin’ and light. How ’bout it?”
“Gimme til morning, OK?”
“Tell me now,” she demanded.
Paranoia squeezed his consciousness. “OK.”
When she left his first thought was, Well, I could sell her off to some pimp down the line. He liked the idea, laid back, got another cigarette, coughed his way through it and yawned. He sat up quickly realizing he didn’t have any more speed, and knew if he fell asleep he’d be out for over twenty-four hours. He got up and got dressed, reached for the old black telephone and decided to call Lyle in Phoenix.
Lori’s voice came on the line. “Who you callin’? Your wife?”
“Hey no, baby. I’m just calling my message service in Phoenix to check in.”
“Uh huh. Thought you were from Flagstaff. Switchboard’s closed.” Click.
“Fuck that bitch,” he said, staring at the telephone receiver in his hand. He remembered there was a public telephone booth outside the office. He unplugged the blanket, wrapped it around and took it with him. The cord dragging through the snow behind him like a long, skinny rat tail.
Dicky couldn’t get Lyle to accept a collect call after three different operators and the claim that it was life and death. Finally, he had the call billed to his phone number in Phoenix, and hoped no one checked his telephone bill anytime soon. When Lyle came on the line he could tell the drummer was stoned. “Lyle. Dicky. What’s happenin’ brother?”
“Wow. Dicky Cole. Ever’body’s lookin’ for you. Where you at?” He giggled.
“No matter where I’m at. What’s up?”
“Me, man. I’m up. Good stuff.”
“Right, brother. Who’s been looking for me?” Dicky said slowly.
There was a long pause. “Who’s this again?”
“Dicky, Lyle. Its Dicky. Who’s been looking for me?”
“Hey, right, man. Dicky Cole. Hey brother, these dudes came by and said you set Jules up.”
“What? What!”
“Yeah man, they said you set that deal up that Jules went down on. You set it up. They’re pissed, brother,” he said in a lower voice.
“That’s bullshit! I’m runnin’ to stay clear of the Feds. The people that got Jules.”
“Yeah, right. Hey, I said, ‘No Way. Not Dicky,’ but they started tearin’ up my set, man. Busted my bass and my snare heads. Knocked the tip off one’a my best sticks. I had to tell ’em where you’d gone.”
Dicky stood stark still and began to shiver. He knew who the guys would be. “Wha…Wha…What did you tell them?”
“Gave ’em the address in Cinncey where Roger lives. They didn’t believe you were mulein’, but they took the address anyway. Sorry, man.”
Dicky was thinking hard. “Hey, Lyle. That’s OK. I don’t think I’ll go there now. Thanks for lettin’ me know.” He stood there a moment, looked at the telephone and remembered he had Roger’s number in his wallet. “No,” he said outloud, and ran back to the room.
When he plugged the blanket back in, sparks flew from the wet plug and short-circuited the blanket. He yanked the plug out, before a fuse blew, and looked at the melted, charred, black plug. He sat back down on the end of the bed with his feet stuck toward the baseboard heater and stared at the floor. He looked down and saw the money belt sticking out from under the bed. One of the flaps was open and some hundred dollar bills showing.
“Shit,” and it started coming back to him that Lori had stood in this same spot talking to him. She had to see the money. “Anything else?” he said, looking upward again. He decided to go, clear out, quarter tank or no quarter tank of gas. He figured he could make it back to the Holiday Inn and bribe someone to put him up until he could travel. He was a lot more calm now. Surely, someone would listen and take the money.
Dicky made a dash for the Thunderbird and pried the frozen door open with bare, bloody fingers. He started the car and waited a moment for the idle to level off.
The defroster was on full blast and he was thinking he might have to get back out and wipe the windshield off when the first 12 gauge blast hit the passenger side window, blowing glass all over him. He didn’t even see the double-barreled shotgun before the next blast came through the shattered window and scored a direct hit on his right side, slamming him into the left door, his head cracking the widow. His last thought before he lost consciousness was, of course, Anything else? Only this time he didn’t look upward.
“Daddy, he raped me. I couldn’t let’m get away,” Lori said, looking up at her father then toward the State Trooper.
“You say he raped you, Miss?”
“That’s right, Officer. He got me to come back to his room to look at the heater after we’d fed him supper, then he tried to sweet-talk me into bed, and when I wouldn’t do what he wanted he grabbed me and threw me on the bed and started tearin’ my clothes off and…”
“That’s alright, Miss. You don’t have to give me the full details just now, standing out here in the cold. Your local law enforcement will be along to take your statement later. I’m just here at their request because their units are detained at the moment. And I’m called ‘Trooper’, not Officer, Miss…Peters, isn’t it?”
“That’s right, Trooper. Lori Jean Peters. We’ve lived right here for near five years.”
Papa Ray finally spoke for the first time. “I’m goin’ back inside, Lori Jean. You need me for anythin’, Trooper?”
“No sir.”
After Papa Ray Peters went inside, Lori looked at the state trooper and wondered why he stared so hard at her. She began to feel he could read her mind. That he knew what she’d done: Taken the money belt off and hid it before she called the police. She felt like screaming, Damn it, he was takin’ off without me! Now, she had her big chance. She would wait a couple of weeks, then one day she’d catch the Greydog at the gas station and be gone before Papa knew anything. Gone, gone, gone.
“Hey, Holden!” one of the paramedics yelled at the trooper.
Bob Holden turned away from Lori Jean with one last hard look and yelled back, “What’s up Doc?”
“Very funny, Holden. Get your ass over here, this guy’s still alive. She must of used birdshot. He’s cut up a lot, but his respiration and pulse says he’s asleep.”
On instinct Bob Holden quickly glanced back at Lori Jean Peters and saw a shocked
look sweep over her face.
“Well, its his word a’gin mine…”
“Get on over here, Holden. You gotta see this. The guy’s laying here snoring and he’s got a hard on”
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Science-Fiction

The Mutant

“Opius Seven has given us permission to land,” Ensign Melody Patron said as she listened to her headphones. As the Communications Officer it was her job to monitor all traffic in the area, not just that which concerned their enormous freighter.
“Did you specify an orbital offload?” the Captain asked, gripping the arms of his chair.
“Yes sir, but your request was denied. Apparently there is a stevedore strike at the moment. Our only option is to wait until the strike is over, or land as ordered. Their last strike lasted one and a half years.”
“This damned old tub was not designed for planetary landings,” Captain Derby said uncomfortably. “Ok, Control, take us down. I only hope we can get it back up again,” he growled, sitting at the edge of his seat.
“That’s every man’s most fervent wish,” the navigator, an ebony black woman with white hair, said from her corner. Melody groaned and looked at Pitts. She could be cute, if she tired. She had very shapely legs. Melody watched as Pitts sat facing her, kicking one crossed leg absently as she gave the captain a sly smile. In her short skirt, Lt Pitts looked very enticing.
“When I want lip off you Pitts, I’ll…”
“Aye sir, my lips are sealed,” the newest lieutenant on the ship said with an obvious smirk, as her glance fell on Melody. Melody wondered how long she would last. The last smartass was left on some backwater planet without a name. It only carried a designation number. It’s function was listed as Waystation. It was not a good place to be left. The way Pitts was going…”
“Patron, what the hell’s the matter with you?” the captain screamed, nearly in her face.
“Sir?”
“We are being hailed, Ensign,” the captain pointed at the blinking light below the viewscreen, “answer it.”
“Oh, yes sir,” Melody said hurriedly and adjusted bars and sensors until the voice was picked up on her com unit.
“GRF Normandy, this is PRS King’s Booty,” a voice finally said in her headphones.
“This is Normandy, go ahead please,” Melody said, adjusting the slidebar.
“Normandy, we are having a party tonight, we wondered if anyone on your crew would like to attend. It’s strictly informal,” the voice said in her headphones and over the overhead panels. “We are being parked in an adjoining slip,” the voice added quickly.
“What should I tell them, Captain?” Melody asked. She saw the look of disgust cross his face. He quickly shook his head.
“That’s a pig boat, Patron, we can call for volunteers, but I’m not going. Tell them I have business ashore.
“What’s a pig boat?” Melody asked as she typed her response rather than talking directly.
“PRS stands for Pieces Relief Ships, but the old timers privately refer to the designation as Pigs Rolling in Shit. Their ships hire anybody who can fly, Sabs, Micens, and mutants. Their ship are a total mess. Hell, half the crew don’t even know how to use a bathroom or eating utensils. Nope, I’m busy tonight. You guys can go if you want.”
“I can’t pass up an experience like that,” Melody finally said. “Even if I find it distasteful, it’s something to make this trip unique. I need adventure.”
“Well you’ll probably find it there,” Derby said with a laugh.
“I’ll go with you,” Lieutenant Pitts said uncertainly, “I hear that Sabs have a tongue almost two feet long,” her voice dropped to a whisper.
“You fucking horny bitches,” the captain shook his head in wonder. “You’ll let anything crawl up between your legs as long as it feels good.”
“Kind of like old drunk sailors,” Pitts said, just loud enough for Melody to hear. Melody snorted and nodded her head quickly, before the captain turned to find out what she was laughing about. He glared from one to the other, then concentrated on their landing.
“They are designated as human, even though they have mutated a bit,” Melody said quickly to waylay his anger.
“Yeah, but they look like toads,” the captain said. When the atmosphere began glowing around them he took control of the rollerball and eased the ship down to the concrete. They landed smoothly, which was why he held such a high designation. Captain Derby might be old and sloppy looking, but he was one of the best captain’s in space. He was assigned to an old, antiquated ship because it had grown old and antiquated around him.
“Shut down, lock down, and climb down,” the captain repeated the age old saying used for shutting down all systems, setting the watch, and commencing shore leave. They had heard it so many times that they didn’t hear it anymore.
The Control Officer, Lieutenant Gerald Schultz, sat back and smiled at Pitts and Melody as they ran for the door. He was in no hurry because his section had first watch. He wasn’t that fond of Opius Seven anyway, so he probably wouldn’t take shore leave.
Melody was out of her seat in record time and sprinting down the passageway. There were close to 700 people on the ship, most would be taking shore leave and crowding the elevators, causing an hour long wait. Melody planned on being one of the first to the elevators. She waved to Pitts as they separated and entered their own cabins. There was no water rationing on the surface of a planet, because they would immediately be hooked up to shore facilities. It was a rare treat and it meant that Melody could shower as long as she wanted, and brush her teeth with clear clean water for a change, not thick recycled crap. Melody actually let the water hit her face for the first time since coming aboard. She had always washed her face in canned water. She hated to waste her weight allowance on common water, but she would not wash her face and pussy with recycled piss. Melody let the water wash over her body as she soaped her slender neck shoulders, and perfect tits. The low gravity of space had many drawbacks, but firm upturned tits were definately one of the advantages. Melody soaped her tits liberally, then slid her hand down between her legs. If she were to have some action down there as she hoped, she needed it clean and battle ready.
In horror, Melody realized that she had wasted too much time on her shower. She would have to wait hours for an elevator.
In fifteen minutes she was sprinting down the passageway, dressing as she ran. By the time she saw the first people on deck, she was sealing the seam on her shirt. It took only moments to find Pitts, waiting with a small crowd at the edge of the elevator lines. There were already at least a hundred people ahead of her. She swore and walked dejectedly over to Pitts.
“This is the Kings Booty crowd,” Pitts said happily.
“The what?”
“The party group. That is what you’re looking for, isn’t it?”
“Sure, I guess. But we’ll never get on the elevators now,” Melody said dejectedly.
“We aren’t taking the elevators, silly, we are an official liaison party. We take a shuttle.”
“Oh shit, that’s great. I never trusted these overcrowded elevators anyway,” Melody said, not wanting to let on how horrified she was of small places.
The bright lights around most ships showed a milling crowd of people, delivery vehicles, and maintenance vehicles in a continuous flow of action. The bright lights around PRS Kings Booty showed only a handful of people coming and going. The shuttle landed on the edge of the security area, let the seventeen passengers debark, then lifted off immediately, not wanting the shuttle’s logo to be associated with the tall silver ship. With some excitement and a little trepidation, the crowd moved toward the quarterdeck in front of the sparkling ship. It was actually a very beautiful and brand new ship which Melody immediately envied.
Amid the laughter and chatter of many voices, Melody suddenly remembered that they were ambassadors of their ship. She stopped on the quarterdeck and saluted. The others suddenly remembered their protocol and saluted as they followed her across the quarterdeck. When they entered they requested permission to come aboard. The automatic responder summoned the human crew, while it hailed and welcomed the visitors. Out of breath, sweaty crewmembers finally poured onto the quarterdeck and looked at the crowd in awe.
Melody realized that they had not expected anyone to accept their offer. They were taken by surprise.
“W… welcome,” an older enlisted man said with a formal salute. Melody liked him immediately. He was tall, good looking, and had brown hair. He met all her prerequisites. His eyes bugged out when he saw that ten of the seventeen visitors were women. His eyes locked onto Melody for several minutes, then he tore his glance away.
“We… we actually were not expecting visitors… I mean not yet,” he quickly amended. “Please, come this way,” he ushered them inside. He took them to the amusement deck and showed them around as the officers and more important enlisted men quickly showed up, some dressing as they entered.
Drinks were passed out and games played all over the deck. Melody was surprised to see a spotlessly clean ship. Unconsciously, she was looking for the mutants which were reported to be filling pig boats, but she saw none. Finally she got tired of craning her neck to see over the crowd and came right to the point.
“Where are your mutants?” she asked the man who had originally greeted them.
“Is that why you came, to see the mutants?” he asked in amusement. “I’m sorry, but the captain forbid them to come. He’s trying to improve our “pig boat” image.”
Melody tried to hide her disappointment, but it must have showed in her face. “We came to see something different, not the same old boring ship’s dinner,” Melody said moodily.
“I know what you mean. Imagine how it is for us, we seldom get visitors because of the old rumors, most of which were unfounded. We had a sulfur based drive that smelled bad. To make matters worse, we had a few early captains who kept a very sloppy ship. That and the fumes led to rumors and the rumors led to more rumors. They were completely unsubstantiated, of course, but nobody bothered to check before they branded our ships. We do have Sabs, Micens, and Picas aboard, but they are as clean as us. The rules are the same for everybody.”
“Can you ask the captain to change his rule for tonight? We came to see the whole crew, not just a few humans.”
“That’s not the job for a lowly chief,” the man laughed and pointed at the officers around them, “why don’t you ask one of them?”
“I don’t know them. I trust you, and I have a feeling that your captain will too. Please?”
“Shit,” he said under his breath. Sweat was breaking out on his forehead already. “Ok, what the hell,” he said and walked away. In a few minutes several mutants appeared in the room, livening up the conversation. It was obvious that their shipmates enjoyed their company, many were patted on their… backs? And many more were petted absently as they stood beside a fellow male or female crewmember. Melody was startled, a little revolted, and completely overjoyed. She inched closer to a Sab and was amazed that Captain Derby’s description was accurate. Sabs were small toad-like people with equally long arms and legs. They used both for support. Their bodies were fat and wide, like a toad. But their faces were primarily human, showing their distant lineage.
“Happy?” a voice startled her out of a year of life. She turned to face the chief and was wonderfully horrified to see a Sab standing beside him. “This is Katherine,” the chief said happily. “And I am Chief Holly Irons,” he said with a grimace.
“Holly?” Melody asked with a skeptical smile.
“My parent’s little joke. Katherine can’t talk, she speaks through sign language or a computer adapter. Sorry,” he said, patting Katherine on her wide head. Her tongue snaked out and licked his hand. Melody jumped back a little, holding her hand to her chest.
“I’ve heard that a Sab’s tongue is two feet long, but I never expected to see it. My name is Melody, by the way.”
Katherine’s tiny hand came up and made a few gestures, while her other hand supported her weight.
“Katherine said hi, and thanks for including them in the party. Her long tongue is why she can’t talk. None of her race can. She is as curious as you are, apparently.”
“About women?” Melody asked in confusion as she looked at all the female crewmembers in the crowd.
“Well sort of. Mostly of fashion and scent,” Holly’s face crinkled in a smile. “They choose friends by scent. She likes yours, by the way.”
“W… well that’s good,” Melody said uncomfortably.
“Ooops, the party is about to start, there’s our captain,” Holly said, straightening his clothing self-consciously. Katherine straightened uncomfortably and her eyes seemed to narrow minutely.
“You don’t like the captain?” Melody asked unceremoniously.
“Shhhh, not so loud,” Holly cautioned. “Our captain doesn’t like mutants and doesn’t think they belong in the service. He’s not well liked by my wife or her people,” Holly said, patting Katherine’s head again.
“Your wife?” Melody asked in disappointment.
“Katherine,” he nodded at the Sab standing next to his knee.
Katherine froze for a moment as she stared at Melody and sniffed, then made a few hand signals to Holly. He looked up at Melody in embarassment.
“Katherine says you are disappointed and a little angry. Your scent changed,” he explained with a shrug.
“I was half hoping… well maybe you and I could…”
“Oh, I see,” he also turned half away in embarassment. Katherine signaled again, but he shook his head quickly. She pushed against his knee and repeated the signals. He finally nodded and let out his breath in a gust.
“Katherine says she is willing to share, she would like you to join us after the party,” he finished in a rush of words. Melody squinted as the meaning of his words sank in. Suddenly her eyes widened and she looked around the room before looking at them and nodding. “I came for an experience, I can’t think of a more… sure, I’d love too.”
“Oh, boy!” Holly said enthusiastically. Katherine nudged his knee and he looked down in embarassment. The party began with a formal ringing of a bell.
Melody started for the table, then stopped in confusion when she saw a pond in the middle of it.
“Oh man, the captain’s really out to embarrass the mutants tonight,” Holly said angrily.
“Why?” Melody looked around at the captain in confusion. He was amiable and smiling at everyone around him. Katherine jumped up and landed in a depression next to the pond. Melody laughed and clapped happily. Katherine turned and bowed with what appeared to be a smile on her wide face.
“He wants them to eat out of the communal pond,” Holly said, rigid with anger.
“Is that bad?”
“It’s embarrassing, to say the least. They can eat off a plate like everybody else. He wants to embarrass them, and us. Now you will see why they have those long tongues. They can stretch out to four feet, by the way.”
“What if we refuse to be embarrassed?” Melody asked, looking at the captain with new eyes.
“It won’t matter, he will take every horrified look, stony expression, or mutter and turn it to his favor. There is no way to outmaneuver a man like that.”
“What to bet?” Melody asked, silently signaling to Pitts across the table. “What’s in the pond, by the way?”
“Fish, eels, sand grubs,” he said with his head lowered so the captain wouldn’t notice the hatred in his eyes.
Katherine’s tongue suddenly snaked out and a wiggling eel was curled into her mouth. Melody squealed and clapped, patting Katherine on the back. She rolled up her sleeves, moved closer to the pond, and made a grab at a passing fish. She scooped the flopping fish out of the water, but lost control of it. It jumped up, wiggling in the air and started falling back into the pond. Katherine’s tongue snaked out and caught the fish before it touched the water. Crewmembers and guest clapped loudly. Pitts with several others, rolled up her sleeves and approached the pond. Before long the Sabs and visitors were both competing for the most fish. The Sabs won, of course.
The captain pushed away from the table and stormed out in fury. Holly laughed and patted Melody on the back.
“You’ve done it,” he said with a roar. “You are actually the first to get the better of him. This is a truly memorable night,” he added with a fond grin.
“It will be,” Katherine signaled, licking her lips as she watched Melody eat. Melody paused when she noticed them looking at her. They quickly looked away and let her eat in peace.
“Oh wow, this is huge,” Melody said as they led her into their cabin. It was three times the size of hers. She turned to find Holly and Katherine sitting on the couch, looking at her. She smiled self-consciously and approached the couch. Katherine signaled for Melody to set next to them. Melody suddenly felt the urge to run away, now that the moment was there, but she moved closer to the couch and sat, afraid that her shaky knees would no longer support her.
“Katherine says I can do anything to please you,” Holly said nervously.
“What about her, isn’t she going to…” Melody started to say “play” then thought how corny that would sound.
“She’s more than willing, if you’re sure that’s what you want,” Holly said, even more nervous now.
“I would love to see how you two… I mean,” Melody stopped in embarassment. Katherine signaled for several moments. Holly nodded in understanding.
“Melody, this is hard for all of us. The prudent thing to do would be forget the whole thing and go home. But you, like most of us, want memories. You want to sit around when you’re 190 and remember this day and more like it. When you’re old and too crippled to move, you want to sit in the sun and smile, while everyone around you has memories of working at a real job and a few memorable vacations. I don’t blame you. For me, this is so special, as you can imagine. With a mutant wife, it’s very special for me to touch somebody with my own size and shape. But we won’t get anywhere if we can’t talk. I am known for being shy, I was hoping that you weren’t. Just say what you want, don’t beat around the bush. Besides, Katherine has a built in lie detector. Your smell changes when you lie, so don’t bother. Just say what you want, our time is too short for mistakes.”
“I want Katherine to put that two foot long tongue to work on me, while you make love to her,” Melody said in a gush of words. Holly immediately turned red, clear up to his ears. His wife bounced happily on the couch and clapped her tiny hands together.
Katherine pushed Holly and he moved over a few feet. Katherine motioned for Melody to sit between them. Reluctantly, Melody stood and moved to the newly vacated area. She was afraid that Katherine might want to kiss, which was totally out of the question. To her relief, Katherine put her head near Melody’s chest and sniffed, then her tongue slid into Melody’s shirt and began caressing her ample breasts. Holly slid closer to Melody and brought his mouth down to hers.
Melody was reluctant at first, probably because she was picturing where that mouth had been. But in moments she melted into Holly’s arms and responded with her hungry mouth on his. She was panting and squirming in no time. Katherine knew exactly where to touch her and how hard. Melody suddenly realized that her own smell was giving her away, telling Katherine exactly where to caress. With a half smile Melody pictured herself standing at the top of a cliff, ready to fall off. Her body changed immediately and her heart jumped. With a squeal Katherine jumped back and looked at Melody in fear.
“Just kidding,” Melody said, then explained her little joke. Katherine struck her on the shoulder with her tiny fist, while Holly rolled with laughter. Katherine gave him a “you’ll pay later” look and resumed her tongue caress of Melody’s soft chest and armpits. Melody unconsciously reached down and opened her shirt, making it easier for Katherine’s long soft tongue to snake over her boobs. She tossed the shirt aside. A little mechanical slid out of the wall, collected the shirt and disappeared unnoticed.
While continuing the passionate kiss, Holly reached over to Katherine and unseamed her shirt down the back. It opened and fell, held on only by her arms. She slid out of it and Melody was amazed to see normal womanly breasts hanging down in front of Katherine’s five foot wide body. Melody’s hands were drawn to the breasts. She twisted the nipples in her fingers and watched them harden. Katherine moaned, it was the first sound that Melody had heard her make. Melody pulled at the large tits in a milking kind of caress. She pulled and let them slide out of her hands, then grabbed them again, repeating the gesture over and over. They felt good in her hands, and Katherine’s quick breathing assured her that it felt good to Katherine.
Holly reached down and manipulated the magnetic lock on Melody’s skirt. In a moment the belt and seam fell open, revealing her foot long lace bordered panties, and the soft white skin of her legs. Melody felt both nervous and excited. She lifted up as Katherine grabbed her lace panties and pulled. In a moment she sat stark naked in front of the strangers.
While Holly and Melody continued the kiss, Katherine curled her long tongue half around Melody’s left breast, up under her armpit and around the front of her neck, then she slowly licked Melody’s left ear. Melody could help but associate the incredibly long tongue with a snake. Her shiver brought another response from Katherine, but Melody was too enthralled by the kiss to notice.
Holly suddenly broke the kiss and looked down at Melody. “Katherine says you’re ready,” he said with a gentle smile. His hand engulfed Melody’s right breast and fondled it while he talked. His eyes slid down her body and he took a deep shuddering breath, before looking into her eyes again.
“Re… ready for what?” Melody asked in confusion.
“Ready for the… ready for her to… you know,” he said, suddenly at a loss for words.
“Oh, that,” Melody said in sudden comprehension. She turned and looked at Katherine, who now sat on the floor between her lily white legs. Melody was so excited and a little terrified.
“Don’t worry, Katherine would never hurt you,” Holly whispered as he pulled Melody’s shoulders back until they rested against the arm of the couch. She now lay sprawled with her legs open and the incredible woman between them. She had never felt so helpless in her entire life.
“Katherine says she can shape her tongue into any shape that fits, and she can feel when there is just enough. It will feel wonderful,” Holly tried to reassure her. By now Melody was shaking, her breath came out in harsh little gasps.
“G… g… go ahead,” Melody said to Katherine. She felt even more nervous than she did on her first time.
Katherine began by licking Melody’s legs and inner thighs. She snaked over Melody’s abdomen, leaving a wet trail of saliva wherever she touched. Melody felt both the warmth of the tongue and the chill of wetness on her super-sensitive skin. She shuddered in anticipation, gasping when the tongue lightly caressed her open crotch as it passed.
Two things were pretty standard in the service, they had been customary for almost five hundred years. All men were circumcised, and all women were hairless in the area of their crotch. This not only improved health and cleanliness, it also made women soft and more sensitive to the slightest touch. Besides, it was much more fun to play with a hairless woman.
Katherine placed the tip of her tongue against Melody’s baby soft pubs and licked it lightly. Melody gasped and shot up from the arm of the couch. Holly gently pressed her back down so she wouldn’t hurt herself when the big moment came. Suddenly, it was time. When Katherine decided that Melody was ready she placed her tongue at the entrance of Melody’s vulva and pushed slowly but persistently. Her tongue slid smoothly inside. To Melody’s horror and pleasure, it continued to slide inside long past anything she had ever felt inside her before. It narrowed and curled, nearly rolling itself into a squirming, slithering ball deep inside her womb. Melody’s eyes bugged out as the huge member stopped slithering inside and began to churn. She chocked and sprang up, unable to believe the tremendous surge of activity inside her loins. It was so horribly wonderful, paling any other experience she had ever had to something comical in comparison.
“Oh shit!” Melody screamed, watching her hips buck involuntarily in response to the tongue churning inside her. “Oh shit, she’s filling me up,” Melody screamed in horrified fascination. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to Holly, who was now naked and approaching Katherine from behind. Holly unseamed her pants and slid them down her short legs. She immediately raised up and presented her pussy to his huge, throbbing prick.
“I have got to be the luckiest man in the universe,” he whispered as he slammed his meat into Katherine, while his eyes were riveted to Melody’s beautiful pussy. The sight of Melody, nakedly sprawled across his couch, with his wife’s long tongue shoved between her legs, was one he would never forget.
“This has to be a dream,” he gasped as his hips slammed into Katherine’s humanly shaped ass. She was extremely excited herself. Her tongue was rapidly churning inside Melody, almost to the point of causing pain. Melody’s breath came in short little gasps. She adjusted her position so she would not feel quite so full, but it didn’t work. Then she felt the fire in her loins, the fire that warned of an approaching orgasm.
“Oh shit, I’m going to explode,” Melody screamed in horror. “This is so strong,” she moaned thrusting her pussy against Katherine’s tongue. “Oh Katherine, I love this so much!!!” Melody screamed and began thrashing on the couch, in the throes of her biggest orgasm ever. She screamed and beat the couch with her fists, thrashing her head from side to side in here exquisite agony. Her crotch bucked against Katherine’s tongue, rocking her head back slightly when it struck.
After watching for a moment Holly could take no more. With a yell he smashed his hips into Katherine, slamming her forward. He lay rubbing her wide, soft back as his tremendous cock shot it’s load into her upturned pussy. After an eternity, both people lay spent and gasping for breath.
When Holly pulled out of his wife’s pussy, she snaked her tongue down between her own chubby legs and slid it up inside herself. With her eyes closed her tongue expanded and slithered wildly inside her until she screamed and fell forward on Melody’s buttery soft thighs. She lay there gasping and shuddering, nearly in Melody’s pussy, until her orgasm passed.
“My God, that’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen!” Melody gasped as she watched the long tongue slide out of Katherine’s pussy and roll up into her mouth.
“I never get tired of watching that,” Holly said with a smile. “And I never have to worry about cumming before she does.”
They lay naked, talking about different things. It was obvious right from the start that Holly could not take his eyes off Melody. He lay visually feasting on her body, as he tried to carry on a conversation. His pecker was rock hard and throbbing in no time.
“I have to make love to you,” Holly finally said in nervous haste.
“Ok,” Melody said lamely, looking at Katherine to make sure it was all right with her. She smiled, or appeared too, and nodded to Melody.
“What about Katherine?” Melody did not want to leave out the misshapen woman with the big heart.
“She will help,” Holly said with an innocent expression. This satisfied Melody, who wanted to be fucked as badly as Holly wanted to fuck her. With her guilt assuaged, she eagerly welcomed Holly into her arms. In a moment they were in a tight embrace. Melody could feel the rock hard prick nuzzling between her legs. It was nearly inside her already. Lost in the passionate kiss, Melody changed positions minutely until the huge pecker pressed against her wet pussy, then slid eagerly inside.
Melody gasped and shuddered, but maintained the kiss with Holly. Suddenly she felt something wrong. There was another prick at the entrance of her ass, pressed up against her tight little ring. She had never had a prick up her ass before, and she knew it would hurt. Suddenly, the tip of the prick wiggled and tried to push it’s way inside her.
In horror she realized that it was not a prick. Before she could respond, the rigid tongue slid up inside her ass, nearly splitting her apart. With the huge pecker inside her, and the long tongue up her ass, she immediately felt too full. She groaned in pain, but slowly began riding Holly’s stiff prick. As Katherine’s tongue easily followed her moving ass, Melody grew more sure of herself and sat up, concentrating all her efforts into riding the huge piece of meat. Rocking gently, the tongue and prick vied for her attention. The prick was filling her up, but the tongue was swimming agilely inside her ass, like a swarm of snakes. The tremendous heat in her ass was flowing into her wet pussy, creating and erotic feeling like never before. The wet squishing sound of her pussy sliding up and down on the prick was erotic, if a little embarrassing. Katherine’s tongue made no sound at all, other than Melody’s groans in response to it’s torture. As Melody’s asshole expanded, Katherine slid more tongue inside her, filling her to the bursting point.
“Oh shit, I’m cumming!” Melody screamed, almost afraid of her approaching orgasm. If the last orgasm was big, this one would be tremendous.
“I’m cumming, oh I’m cumming!” Melody screamed, roughly rocking on Holly’s huge piece of meat. Katherine snaked her tongue around even faster, as Melody grew hotter.
Holly was groaning and massaging Melody’s perfect tits. He wished he could get one into his mouth, but Melody was too preoccupied to respond to a request. He contented himself with mashing the wonderful breasts in his hands, while watching Melody’s beautiful face twist in passion.
“Oh yeah,” he said suddenly as his orgasm exploded out of nowhere. Melody was done. Her extremely sensitive pussy wanted him to stop, but he was in the throes of orgasm and couldn’t stop. He picked her up and slammed her down on his prick until it finally exploded, shooting his hot load inside her. With Holly shooting her full of cum, and Katherine’s tongue still splitting her ass apart, Melody felt another orgasm starting. She suddenly rocked on Holly’s cock, sliding forward and back despite his protests. It took only a moment for her second orgasm to explode, tearing her sweet little loins apart.
When Melody fell forward, Holly finally captured one nipple in his eager mouth and he began sucking like a child. Melody liked it and began to relax, then Katherine slowly began sliding her tongue out of Melody’s ass. Melody’s eyes widened in horror as she felt the tremendously long tongue pulling out. It felt like it had been in clear up to her stomach. It finally came out with a little plop and her asshole slowly began to close.
“That was so gross,” Melody said, petting Holly’s head as he suckled her left breast, “but it felt so wonderful. How can I ever be content with normal sex again,” she sighed sadly.
“If we’re in the neighborhood you won’t have too,” Holly said with a smile.
“I need to get back, I have second watch,” Melody said dreamily. “Can I come back when my watch is over?”
Holly smiled and nodded. “You’re welcome any time. I will leave your name on the quarterdeck as a repeat visitor. You won’t have any trouble getting aboard.
“Great,” Melody said, looking around for her clothes. Katherine ran over to a wall outlet and pressed a button. Melody realized that Katherine did not actually look like a toad, now that she was naked. She looked more like a human doughnut without the hole. She had all the right equipment, but he was stretched in the middle.
Katherine lifted a hand in front of Melody’s face. She blinked and looked at her clothes, hanging on storage bars. Melody’s clothes were now cleaned and pressed.
“No telltale wrinkles,” Holly said with a smile.
“How thoughtful,” Melody said, slipping into her skirt. Holly was disappointed to lose the view of the absolutely perfect woman’s nakedness. But he was reassured by the thought that she would soon return. She looked and tasted absolutely delicious. He knew that Katherine agreed, she had not made a sign since they finished. She had never been so impressed by any woman before.
Melody thought her watch would never end. She immediately changed clothes and pushed her way to the head of the line at the elevator, disregarding the shouts of anger. She slid into the elevator when it opened and waited impatiently for the doors to close so she could continue her new adventure. This would not be her last visit, far from it. Both ships were in port for over a week. Melody stood on the cement and watched the Kings Booty disappearing through the clouds. She was heartbroken. It took her nearly a month to get over her grief and resume her life. She would not see the Kings Booty again for over a year. The longest year of her life.

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Fiction

Nymphomania Part 1

I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm, when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the last thing I remember.

Science-Fiction

I am a Fugitive from Another Galaxy–2

CHAPTER 5
The week dragged for Donald. True, he was totally involved from the moment he woke up until the second he went to sleep, but he was anxious about the big scrimmage Saturday morning. Several times he awoke in the middle of the night plagued with a painful erection from his dreams of Gina. He rubbed off several orgasms every day. Gina assured him she was matching him orgasm for orgasm. Neither could wait for the weekend. Then, suddenly the big day was here.
The scrimmage began with Joey at quarterback and Donald on the sidelines. Both coaches were on the field—this was primarily a teaching exercise. Joey drove the offense down the field before the drive stalled at the 15-yard line. Donald watched the plays that were called, imagining that he was one of the ends and seeing how he would run each of his routes. Then Central took over. They were a much bigger school and were a perennial powerhouse. The two teams never played during the season, but always scrimmaged beforehand. The two coaches, Gina had informed him, were college roommates and had remained close friends since graduation. In spite of his nervousness he turned and found her easily in the sparsely populated bleachers. She waved enthusiastically; he reciprocated, embarrassed by all the attention.
The scrimmage had gone through two quarters when Joey called to the coach. They were in active and heated discussion for almost a minute and when they broke Coach Allen called, “Dugan…get out here for Davidson. Dwight, take a break.” Donald was so nervous he almost forgot his helmet. Now it was time for me to take over. I steadied his nerves and helped him pay attention as Joey called the plays. He played only a minor role in the first two—a run to the opposite side and a screen pass in which he was a decoy. Finally, his number was called—a slant route over the middle. The ball was snapped, he took two quick steps forward before turning and sprinting over the middle of the field. Joey hit him in mid stride and Donald caught the ball just before he was blindsided by the middle linebacker. Even I was surprised that Donald was able to hold onto the ball for an eight yard gain and a first down.
Donald was a bit woozy when he walked back into the huddle. Again, I steadied him; Joey called the next play, a run to the left for which Donald would be a key blocker. The play called for him to head directly for the middle linebacker, but I saw a way to gain an extra advantage. Donald veered left as if to run a route before turning quickly and taking the linebacker off his feet. Central’s coach complained once the play was over about the viciousness of the hit which had taken the All-County star completely by surprise.
“I didn’t hear you complain when the hit went the other way, Steve…just the breaks of the game,” Coach Allen called out. Donald was received with several smiles when he went back into the huddle. The rest of his fifteen plays took him away from the linebacker, but they shook hands once the game was over.
“That was a hell of a hit you gave me. How long you been playing?”
“Yours was pretty good, too. I don’t know how I held onto the ball. I’m only in ninth grade so I’ve been playing about two weeks.” The older boy shook his head in dismay. They shook hands again and wished each other well during the season.
Donald turned around to find Gina behind him. “Oh, Donnie you played so well. I’m so proud of you.” And then below her breath she whispered, “And I can’t wait to get you alone tonight. My folks are going out and they said you could come over to keep me company and protect me. I already cleared it with your folks.” She reached up and kissed him right on the field.
“Okay, Dugan enough of that. No wonder Joey wanted you in the game; seeing his sister, eh? You did pretty good, though—better than I thought you would. I’ll let you know once I see the films. Okay, get cleaned up.” Donald took Gina’s hand and walked toward the locker room. It was ten minutes later that he returned, barely dressed in shorts and a tee, still dripping from his hasty shower. He and Gina waited at Joey’s truck until he appeared.
“Great job, Donnie,” Joey called from the edge of the parking lot. ‘I loved that hit you delivered on Conroy. I’ve been trying to get back at him since he leveled me on a blitz last year.” He held up his fist for a knuckle bump. Donnie responded in kind and they climbed into the truck. Gina held his hand the entire way home. Once there she ran into her home to tell her parents all about the scrimmage and how Joey and Donnie had starred.
“I don’t know about being a star, Mrs. Provano. I made one or two good plays. Joey was the real star,” Donnie said modestly, but Gina shook her head, “Don’t believe him, Mom. Even Joey said he did great. You should have seen how he knocked that Conroy on his butt. Right, Joey?”
“It was a hell of a hit. I loved the expression on his face. How’d you get the idea to run away from him first? That caught him totally by surprise. That was the highlight of the whole scrimmage.” Joey was grinning ear to ear. They went inside and to the patio out back for some burgers and dogs.
“Now, don’t be bashful, Donnie,” Mr. Provano said, “You get in here and help yourself. You need a lot of food to steel yourself for the ordeal ahead.” Gina looked at Donald and laughed; Donald couldn’t have been redder. He had always thought that some things were meant to be private. Now his whole relationship with Gina was out in the open. Joey came up behind him and put him into a head lock. He was rescued by Gina’s mom, “Now leave Donnie alone. He’s obviously not used to this kind of bantering.” Then turning to the embarrassed boy she continued, “Don’t let this bother you, Donnie. We wouldn’t tease you like this if we didn’t like you a lot. Gina obviously feels even stronger about you, but her dad and I think the world of you, too. Joey…well, just ignore him. Now, let’s eat before everything gets cold.” She turned him over to Gina who led him to the table. There were at least a dozen burgers and another six hot dogs along with his favorite potato salad.
“Recognize that, Donnie? Your mom gave mine the recipe this morning. I hope it’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Provano. That was really kind of you to go through all that work for me.”
“Don’t be silly, Donnie. According to Gina you’re practically family. Oh, now I’ve embarrassed you again.” She hugged Donald and kissed his cheek. “What you have to worry about is when we stop teasing you. As long as you’re being teased you’re okay. Now, dig in.”
Gina took his plate and scooped three big spoonfuls of potato salad for him. Then she took two burgers, added lettuce and tomato and some ketchup before leading the befuddled boyfriend to the table. “Sit down, darling I’ll be right back.” She had gone before Donald even realized what she had called him. She returned a minute later with her own plate while her mom gave them each a Coke in an ice-filled glass. Donald relaxed and ate while Gina rubbed his thigh—a promise of wonderful things to come.
He and Gina spent the afternoon lounging around in the back yard until Joey called to Donald about a football game on TV. He was reluctant to give up his privacy with Gina, but she pulled him to his feet reminding him that they’d have all night together.
“All night?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you—you’re sleeping over…in my room…with me. I hope we get some sleep.” She pulled his head down for a quick kiss before leading him into the den to join her brother and father. Soon Donnie was critiquing the routes and blocking by the ends along with Joey and his dad. He was in his element, using his brain—actually my brain—to analyze the play. Despite his involvement he constantly paid attention to Gina, holding her hand and even kissing her cheek when she wasn’t kissing his.
Around four Mrs. Provano popped her head in to remind her husband that they had to dress for their engagement. Joey also left to prepare for his date leaving Donald and Gina alone. It took her less than five seconds to pull him into a long hot kiss, her tongue demanding as it wrapped around his. Her hand found his cock and five seconds later it was as hard as granite. “Mom and Dad are leaving around five o’clock and Joey is leaving around 5:30 then it’s up to the bedroom for us. I can hardly wait.”
“Me neither, but how’d you get my folks to let me stay over? Heck, how’d you get your folks to agree?”
“They both know we’re having sex together so there’s no big deal. My parents probably won’t be home until after two in the morning and Joey maybe even later. They don’t want me to be alone even with the alarm set. I don’t want to be alone either; I want to be with you and I’m going to be…all night.” She snuggled up to him then unsatisfied, crawled onto his lap while they watched the game wind down.
Her mom and dad popped in to say goodbye before leaving for their function, apparently a bar association dinner followed by dancing and a lot of politicking—something her dad seemed to enjoy much more than her mom. Joey stopped by a bit later, kidding his sister to be good and Donnie to be better. He laughed and hustled out to his truck for his date. Donald and Gina were alone in the big house. They were silent; there was no need for words. Gina looked deeply into his eyes, rose from the couch and pulled him after her. They raced to her room.
Gina closed the door even though there was no need and pulled her young lover into her embrace. She pulled back a few inches, held his head and looked again into his eyes, “I’ve waited all week for this. My doctor told me it would be safe so no condom. I can’t wait to feel your cock in my pussy and your cum exploding into me. My mom told me it feels great. C’mon let’s get undressed then I want to try something else before we make love.” She pulled Donnie’s shirt over his head and undid his belt in seconds. His shorts and boxers fell to the floor; his sneakers were kicked off in an instant. Donald turned his attention to Gina. He lifted her chin for a quick, but tender, kiss as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it off her smooth shoulders. He reached around her to unsnap her bra. Impatient to begin she dropped her own shorts and panties to the floor. She finally led Donald to the bed.
“I’m sure you’ve seen oral sex in porn. My mom told me how special it can be so I want to do it to you. You don’t have to do it to me if you don’t want.”
“Remember what I said about selfish and immature? If it’s something that gives you pleasure I want to do it. You’ll have to tell me what feels good so I know exactly what to do…okay? I think I might have been lucky the first time.” Gina smiled and nodded her agreement as she slipped to her knees in front of Donnie and sat him on the side of the bed. She led with her tongue, wrapping it around his shaft and washing it thoroughly. She took him into her mouth; Donald thought the feeling was incredible. No wonder it looked so appealing in porn movies, but he was troubled. He needed to do something for Gina.
“Uh…how about a 69? That way I can take care of you, too.” He leaned back onto the bed pulling Gina up with him. She jumped on top of him. “Oof,” he in said response feigning a horrendous injury, but Gina knew he was only teasing her, getting even for what he had endured all day. She settled in, her cute cunt placed exactly over his chin as she attacked his throbbing organ. Donald began by licking her thighs. He didn’t think he had ever felt anything so smooth. He moved his mouth to her labia. He’d done a lot of research on the female anatomy during the last week. It was as enlightening for me as it was for him. I helped him by reminding him of all the information he had accumulated. Gina had managed to get all of his organ into her mouth as he pushed his tongue into her tight little tunnel. He fucked her there for almost a minute before remembering about her clit. His right hand moved to her breast, rolling her swollen nipple, while his left pulled back the hood over her hot bud. He sucked it into his mouth and when he got it between his teeth she flooded his face with her ejaculate. Gina had actually squirted for the first time of her life.
Donald was ready. “Gina! I’m going to….” She just continued sucking and mouth fucking him until he blew his load into her throat. She pulled off a bit, taking the last two ropes onto her tongue. She swallowed, squeezed his cock to get the last few drops and licked him clean. She turned around and laughed.
“Did I do that to you? Oh, Donnie your face is covered with…something.”
“I think you squirted on me. It was incredible. I read on the internet that it sometimes happens when a girl has an orgasm.”
“If you thought that was incredible you should have been over here. I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before.”
“Me neither. I’ve read about blowjobs…oh, sorry, but I never thought it would be so…I can’t even think of a word to describe how wonderful it felt. I love you, Gina. It’s not just the sex; I’d feel the same way if we never even touched each other.”
“Me, too, but I’m glad we did and we are and we will…again and again and again. How about pizza for dinner? What do you like on it?”
“I don’t care…whatever you want.”
“No…I’m the hostess and you’re the guest. Tell me what you want.”
“How about sausage?”
“YES! That’s my favorite, too.” She kissed Donald and reached for her cell. She ordered a large regular crust pie with extra cheese and double sausage. She gave the address. They had about forty minutes before the delivery. Eventually she pulled him up and into her parents’ shower. It was big enough for two so they shared the hot water and the soap, playing with each other’s bodies until Donald grabbed her, pulled her to him into a long hot kiss as the shower ran over their heads and bodies. They were both panting when the kiss was broken. Once again there was no need to speak. Their eyes said it all—they were in love.
They were still damp–Gina with just her outer clothes on and Donald still naked–when the pizza arrived. Donald had brought a towel from the bathroom to sit on. It was softer and warmer than the leather of the couch. Gina paid and brought it to the den where they watched TV and drank Cokes while they gobbled pieces of pizza between kisses. Gina reached over, massaged his cock to hardness and sat on it, her back to Donald and engulfing him with her tight pussy. “Ummm…best pizza I ever had. I don’t know why but it seems somehow even more delicious than normal.”
Not to be outdone Donald removed her blouse and sucked on her nipples. “I have to agree…absolutely delicious.” They looked at each other and laughed. Gina stood and turned around to face Donnie before sitting again on his cock.
“I think this will make sucking on my titties a bit easier.”
“Yeah, but the pizza will get cold.”
“Who cares? We have a microwave. It’ll get the pizza as hot as you have me. Oh God, Donnie I can’t get enough of you. I want you in me all the time. It’s torture during the week without you.” Donald dropped the pizza into the box, ran his hands up her back and drove his cock into her. Her heat and tightness were incredible. Gina began to rock. She placed her hands behind his neck for leverage as she rode his cock. Up and down she moved, rubbing her sensitive clit into Donald. I knew I wouldn’t have to do anything. Donald had cum only an hour before so I doubted he’d have any trouble with his control. All the same, I wanted him to enjoy every second. He deserved everything Gina would give him and she deserved everything he would give her. These two were perfect for each other.
They fucked each other for almost fifteen minutes before Gina began to shudder. I passed all of her reactions to Donald, enriching the experience for him, as well. Gina finally came, pulling Donald’s head to her breasts, as she had a massive spasm run through her body. She collapsed against him and Donald held her close to him, partly from his love for her and partly to protect her. She was totally out of it. After about fifteen minutes she was able to rise, taking the remaining pizza to the microwave. She returned five minutes later. “Sorry about that. I think I ruined the dinner.”
Donald just laughed, “Not my dinner. That was…you are incredible. That was the best meal I ever had.” They both laughed as they finished their meal. They cleaned up together and went back to the bedroom.
Gina got a washcloth and cleaned Donald’s cock thoroughly before running it over her thighs and cunt. “Donnie, my cunt is still tingling from you. I can’t believe the things you do to me. My mom told me that some women go their entire lives without ever having an orgasm from sex and you give me one every time…even when we don’t make love.”
“I much prefer ‘make love’ to ‘fuck,’ Gina. Dumb animals can fuck, but they can’t make love. What do you think about when we’re doing it?”
“You, of course…loving and taking care of you. Why?”
“It’s the same with me; all I think about is you. That’s why we’re making love instead of fucking.” He reclined on the bed as Gina turned on the TV. She climbed onto Donnie’s side and draped her leg over his as they watched yet another football game. Gina didn’t mind—she enjoyed the game and knew there wasn’t much of interest other than sports on Saturday evening.
Suddenly, she jumped up, “Donnie, you didn’t cum.”
“It’s okay. I’m not built like a girl. You can recover really quickly…much quicker than I can, but don’t worry, I’ll be ready again soon.” Gina was determined that would be soon as she rubbed his bare cock. Not surprisingly Donald reacted quickly. Gina noticed how it pulsed with every heart beat.
“I think you’re ready now, darling.”
“Oh, God Gina I think you’re right, but I’m so tired. That scrimmage took more out of me than I thought.”
She leaned down to kiss him. “Not to worry, sweetie…I’ll take care of you.” She climbed onto his body, straddling his hips as she rubbed the head of his cock into her slit. She was just as wet as he was hard. He slipped easily into her tight hot hole. Once again, Donald marveled at the sight of his organ disappearing into her. He tried to picture her anatomy…where his cock was going…what was happening within her body.
Suddenly none of that was of any importance as he was lost—completely and totally gone—in the sensations Gina was giving him. All he wanted was to make these feelings last, as much for Gina as for himself. His body reacted before his mind. He began to move with her long before his mind realized what was happening. Gina lifted one hand from his shoulders and led his hand to her breast. He massaged it gently and moved his other hand to its companion. He had seen plenty of breasts on the internet, but these were the very first he’d seen or felt and he couldn’t imagine any better. The skin was so soft, the breast so supple as he squeezed repeatedly. Donald loved her sensitive areolas and her wrinkly nipples were fascinating to him.
A rumbling deep within his core brought him back to reality. He looked up to see how Gina was doing. She seemed far from her own orgasm so Donald tried to hold back. He was almost succeeding when Gina whispered, “C’mon Donnie. I want you to cum. Explode in me. Fill my tight little cunt with your cream.” Donald had never heard her talk with such passion. He couldn’t hold back. He thrust his hips forward forcefully as he shot river after river of slick white semen into his lover. Sated, he exhaled and closed his eyes. Gina turned off the TV and joined him, pulling the blanket and sheet over the two of them. She cuddled close and joined him in slumber.
CHAPTER 6
Gina’s parents looked in on them when they returned around 2:30 Sunday morning. Gina had her head on Donald’s shoulder, his arm carelessly around her sleeping form. Mrs. Provano pulled up the blanket to reveal their naked bodies. Turning to her husband she whispered, “They make such a lovely couple, don’t you think? Donald is everything I could want for her. Look, he’s erect even in sleep…even after God only knows how many times they did it tonight. How nice for Gina. I hope he’s in it for the long haul.”
“Me, too,” her husband replied. ”I’ve never known a teenager to be so polite and courteous. And he is so smart. Gina told me he hasn’t gotten any grade under 97 so far this year and nothing less than perfect in math or science.”
“Yes, he does seem perfect for her. C’mon, seeing them like this has made me horny.” She closed the door silently. Donald and Gina slept on, but I was awake for the entire discussion. I, too, hoped Donald and Gina would be together a very long time. If I had a better mouth I would have smiled broadly.
A few minutes later Donald felt something on his left ear. He was about to swat it when I reminded him where he was. Gina had been licking and kissing his lobe hoping to wake him gently. He turned and saw her awake. “Doggone, Gina I thought you were a fly. I almost swatted you. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think my parents were just in here. I felt cold air on my body and then I felt the blanket up around my neck. Mom always does that, but I always put it by my shoulder. I think that means she and Dad were in here to check up on us.”
“Oh, I am so dead. Your dad will kill me.”
“Donnie, darling, nobody is going to kill you, except maybe me because you worry too much. My mom and dad know we’re fu…making love together. They’d rather have us here in the open than sneaking around with the chance of getting caught like in the park or some other dangerous place.” She ran her hand up and down his body, coming eventually to his groin. She rubbed his balls and hefted them in her hand. She kissed Donald briefly before moving her head down his body. “Maybe this will convince you,” she whispered with a wink and a sly smile just visible in the dim light. She kissed the tip of his cock causing it to jump and twitch. “Now, that’s the Donnie I know and love.” She kissed it again and brought her mouth over it. She blew onto it and took it deep into her mouth. Donald couldn’t help himself—he moaned in delight.
He reached to her sex, running his fingers through her silken hair en route to her wet slippery cunt. He found her labia wet with her excitement and his finger found her wetter and hotter tunnel. Once he had placed his finger into her he knew he had to make the most passionate love to her. He pulled her up and onto his body. He positioned her over his hips and she did the rest, engulfing his cock within the folds of her pussy. Donald was about to speak, but she put her finger to his lips. Her next movement put her hand to her ear. Donald listened closely, aided tremendously by my presence and he could hear her parents bouncing on their bed and moaning in delight. Gina leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “I’ll bet Mom got all hot and horny after she got a peek at your body. We have a lot in common.” She finished by placing her lips on his and kissing him with all the considerable passion in her body. They continued fucking and kissing for many minutes until Gina could take no more. She pulled back from the kiss and came—hard, a scream punctuating the passage of a massive spasm through her body. Donald pumped into her three times as she collapsed onto his chest cumming just as hard on the last, drowning her pussy in rich thick baby making cream. His orgasm passed with only a low grunt. He held Gina tightly, kissing her head and face continually until they were both ready again for sleep. Gina lay snugly on Donald’s chest for the rest of the night.
They showered, but not together, the following morning and walked down to breakfast hand in hand. “Don’t you two ever sleep? Gina, I think the whole neighborhood heard that scream. I’m surprised someone didn’t call the police.”
“Sorry, Mom,” Gina said with a huge grin. “You and Daddy woke us with all of your moaning. We were just trying to keep up.”
“Sure…keep up. How many times for you last night, young lady?”
“Uh…four for me and three for Donnie.” Donald was appalled by the direction this conversation was taking even though he knew how much they teased each other…and him.”
“Oh…Father Donohue is going to do a real number on you this morning. I’m glad we’re not going to be there to see it.”
“How are we supposed to get there if you’re not going? Joey is still in bed and probably will be until noon. I guess we’re not going either. Let’s have breakfast, Donnie…no church today.” Her mother gave her a “dirty” look and went to the hall for her keys.
Ten minutes later they were at the church. “I’ll be here to pick you up at eleven and then we’ll have another big lunch. I know how you have to keep your strength up, Donnie. Gina will probably kill you with love.”
“That’s okay, Mrs. Provano. There are a lot worse ways to go.” She and Gina laughed and Gina kissed him before they exited the Mercedes and walked into the church. Once again Gina led him to the confessional. He confessed to Fr. Donohue that he had masturbated and had sex with his girlfriend four times last night. Fr. Donohue sounded serious, commenting that this kind of behavior was dangerous in a casual relationship.
“But, Father I don’t think it is casual. I want to marry her when I’m old enough. She is the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.”
“And does she feel the same way?”
“Yes, Father she does.”
“Hmmm, you know that I cannot reveal what has been told to me in confession, but I will tell you this: I think you are a very lucky young man.” He told Donald to say ten “Our Father’s” and ten “Hail Mary’s” and absolved him of his sins even though he and Donald knew he’d go right back and do the same things all over again. Donald believed strongly in God and even in most religious practices, but he thought that Confession was mostly silly and out-dated. Nobody he knew took the promise not to repeat their sins very seriously, especially when it came to masturbation and sex—stealing, maybe and lying, sure, but never with anything dealing with sex.
He met Gina at the pew and began his penance, finishing just as the Mass began. He followed the words and sang as he always did. After Communion Donald returned to his seat, but Gina beat him and took his arm, leading him out the door. “I need to tell you what Father Donohue told me in Confession.”
“Gina, that’s supposed to be private. You shouldn’t.”
“I’m only telling you—nobody else. I told Father Donohue about our sex and about masturbating so much during the week. He told me doing that in a casual relationship was dangerous so I told him it wasn’t casual…it was serious.”
“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I told him I wanted to marry you as soon as we were old enough. He said I was very lucky. I think he was referring to you, but I already knew that. I am very lucky.”
“Donnie…you actually said that…in Confession? You’re not supposed to lie in Confession.”
“I wasn’t lying. I never lie. That’s one of the worst things you can do to a person other than steal from them.”
Gina tiptoed up to him and kissed his cheek. “I’d do more but we’re right in front of the church and here come hundreds of people…and here comes Mom. Wait until she hears this!”
“I have a feeling, Gina that she already knows.” The car stopped and they got into the back seat for the short ride home. Donald was shown to the patio where Mr. Provano was again at the grill, this time with a load of brats and sauerkraut, and Joey looking like he needed to be back in bed. Gina had gone into the kitchen with her mother. They came out a few minutes later carrying sodas and ice and wearing huge smiles on their faces. Gina came up to him first, kissing him on the lips and cheek; Mrs. Provano followed with a hug and a kiss on his other cheek. When her dad asked what was going on her mom simply told him, “Later, but I will tell you I think you’re getting that wish you mentioned last night.”
After lunch Donald helped with the clean-up and every time he went outside with Gina she kissed him again. It was almost two by the time they were finished. Gina brought out a beach blanket and promised they’d have plenty of privacy. They lay on the blanket and relaxed in the warm sunlight. Gina kissed him over and over, even when her mom brought out a couple of cold drinks around four. “I phoned your mom this morning, Donnie and told her you were staying for dinner so there’s no rush for either of you. Just lie here and have fun.”
Donald brought himself to his elbow and turned to Gina. “Why are your parents so liberal? They act like what we’re doing is so natural and accepted.”
“They’re really not, Donnie. Like I told you last night they know I’m going to have sex like almost every other girl my age—our age—and they want me to be safe. They like and respect you a lot—a whole lot—and they want us to be happy. That means allowing us to be ourselves and accepting us, too. You should have seen Mom’s face when I told her what you said. Want to guess what she told me?”
“Sure—I knew it. I knew that Donald was head over heels in love with you. It was written all over his face.”
He smiled at Gina and she smiled back, “Well, not quite those words, but the meaning was the same. I’ll bet I could make love to you right here and nobody would say a word.”
“No bet, because we’re obviously not going to do it. It would be disrespectful to our relationship. Any man who would do that to a woman obviously doesn’t think much about her.” Once again Gina sat there with her mouth agape until Donald covered it with his. She pulled him down and climbed on top of him before whispering, “That’s part of why I love you so much.” Then she kissed him again. They kissed all afternoon until dinner and Joey had driven him home.
CHAPTER 7
Donald started in the first JV game the next Thursday after school. Gina and her mom were there to cheer for him. Donald played well with my help, catching ten passes for more than 120 yards and two touchdowns. He also played defense—cornerback and had a key interception again with my help.
As my species evolved we changed dramatically. Not only did we become amphibious, but our bodies changed as well. Our extensive use of robots caused our muscles to atrophy, but in our case the space was taken up by additional brain tissue. We lost our eyes and ears and our sense of smell, however those senses were replaced by something we called, “The Sense.” We could “see” without eyes and “hear” without ears. All our senses were replaced by one that covered all our previous senses much more effectively and much, much more efficiently. I could see things happening even before they occurred—not days or even hours before, but seconds before so I knew where their ends and running backs would go before even they knew. Donald was always in the right spot as a result. When asked how he knew to be there he was truthful, as always. “I don’t really know. I was just there and he ran into me” or “I have no idea. It seemed like that’s where the ball would be.”
After the fourth game Donald was promoted to the varsity and his games were on Saturdays instead of Thursday. He was able to take Thursday off, but he always spent those afternoons in Gina’s arms and Gina’s bed. Nervous about her mother, he shook the first time until she told them to go upstairs and have fun until dinner, but Gina—try to keep it down…please!” Gina led him away for a long sensational fuck that always seemed to last until dinner. They arrived late every time, Gina leaking cum that ran down her leg. Yet nothing was ever said. Of course, Mrs. Provano had given her blessing.
Once Donald was promoted he spent every Friday night with Gina, but their lovemaking always ended by 10:30. He needed his sleep for the game the next day. To his surprise Donald played a fair amount in his first game with Joey passing to him for two touchdowns, one on the hook and go they’d practiced so long ago. Once again, he left the defensive player in the dust. On defense he sparkled. People could not understand how he could cover his man so closely no matter what moves were thrown at him. Even Donald couldn’t understand it. Lots of girls suddenly found Donald irresistible, but he paid them no mind. He was hopelessly in love with Gina. By season’s end he was a starter on both offense and defense. Unfortunately, the rest of the team did not measure up. Joey was first-team All County and Donald was third team. He was amazed; Gina was thrilled.
Joey also played basketball and he convinced Donald to try out for the team. Once again, I played a major role in Donald’s development. I saw how important it was to be able to dribble and shoot with both hands. Suddenly, Donald found that he was ambidextrous. Whatever he could do with his natural right hand he could do just as well lefty.
He became a starter for the JV, playing every position at 6 feet, 3 inches. He could handle the ball, pass, rebound like a maniac, and shoot. He was also the only player on either team who could dunk and he did it easily. As much as I had enjoyed his football experiences, I enjoyed the basketball even more. After six games he was promoted to the varsity. He sat on the bench the first game and might have stayed there had Joey not come to his rescue. Donald saw him and the coach talking, but could not hear what was being said. I did through my “sense.” The next day Donald was practicing with the second team. Two games later he was a starter at guard. He specialized in feeding Joey for easy layups. The team made the playoffs, but lost in the second round to a very deep and skilled team from Central. For the first time in months Donald had a lot of extra time after school. He spent most of it making love to Gina either at her house or his own. He was amazed that his mother was just as accepting as Gina’s.
Joey drove him home one afternoon and stopped in his parents’ driveway. “Ever think about baseball, Donnie? I think you’re a natural athlete. We could use someone like you.”
“I’ve never played, even as a kid. I wouldn’t know what to do. I have no idea if I can even hit or catch.”
“Fair enough, why don’t you meet me after school tomorrow. A group of us are having informal practices before the formal ones begin. You’ll be among friends; most of us played either football or basketball, or both. I could have Gina come to cheer you on.” Donald agreed–an action that would change our relationship forever.
Donald showed up the next afternoon dressed in sweats. He wore sneakers instead of spikes and borrowed a glove from Joey. He found he was able to field fairly easily, especially if in the outfield. Then he went up to the plate. Joey was pitching and the first three balls were outside. “I need to make a correction in my release point,” he said. The next pitch was an overcorrection. I could sense long before Donald or anyone else that this pitch was going to be trouble—it was headed straight for Donald’s head. I did the only thing possible. I expanded my body to completely cover his brain. This way I would absorb the force while Donald would be spared. The ball struck just above the helmet’s ear hole and Donald went down. He tried to get up but a group of passing teachers intervened, calling for an ambulance and the EMT’s. Gina rushed down from the stands in tears. Joey stood by, terribly afraid that Donald would be seriously injured. Gina phoned her mom who phoned Donald’s mother. Gina begged to go in the ambulance with Donald and was finally allowed when Donald demanded it. He was wheeled into the Emergency Room and then into another room for an MRI of his brain. I knew this would be trouble for me.
After the test Donald’s mother was called into the doctor’s office. Donald was told to stay outside with Gina. He was lying on a gurney wondering what was transpiring on the other side of the door. I knew and I had to act. I put Donald into a trance and completely controlled his actions. He rose from the gurney like a robot and I spoke to Gina, “Come with us, Gina. This will involve you, too.” The nurse tried to intervene, but I paralyzed her just outside the door. I released her once we were inside.
“Oh, Donald,” Mrs. Dugan began, “I don’t think you should be in here for this.”
“Trust me, Mrs. Dugan Donald must be here for this.” I spoke using Donald’s voice, but my voice was otherworldly: CONGRATULATIONS, DOCTOR. YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED WHERE MANY OTHERS HAVE FAILED, BUT YOU ARE ONLY PARTIALLY CORRECT. I AM NOT A TUMOR NOR AM I A CANCER. I AM A SCIENTIST FROM ANOTHER GALAXY MORE THAN FIVE HUNDRED LIGHT YEARS DISTANT. I CAME HERE TO EARTH TO KEEP MY KNOWLEDGE FROM FALLING INTO THE HANDS OF A WARLIKE PEOPLE WHO CONQUERED MY PLANET.
DOCTOR, I CAN SENSE THAT YOU DO NOT BELIEVE ME SO I WILL GIVE YOU A DEMONSTRATION. PLEASE TRY TO MOVE YOUR RIGHT HAND. He tried and tried, but could not. It seemed to be glued to the desk until I released him. I continued: MRS. DUGAN I’LL BET YOU CAN EASILY REMEMBER THE DAY I ENTERED DONALD’S BODY. IT WAS A DAY HE TURNED AROUND 180 DEGREES.
“Oh my God, I do remember. He came home, kissed me and went to do his homework. He never did it before, but he always did afterwards. He was polite where he had been surly and disrespectful. Was that you?”
IT WAS INDEED. I HAVE DEDICATED MYSELF TO HELPING DONALD IN EVERY WAY. I WOULD NEVER HURT OR ALLOW HIM TO BE HURT. THAT IS WHY I HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED. I WAS ABLE TO EXPAND MY BODY TO PROTECT HIS BRAIN FROM CONCUSSION. NOW I AM USING HIS BODY FOR MY OWN BENEFIT—THE FIRST TIME I HAVE DONE SO. IT WILL NOT BE NECESSARY TO SUBJECT DONALD TO SURGERY. I WILL WILLINGLY LEAVE IF HE WISHES ME TO. I AM RELEASING HIM FROM HIS TRANCE. I COULD CONVERSE WITH HIM THROUGH TELEPATHY, BUT I WILL NOT FOR SEVERAL REASONS. FIRST, AS HIS PARENT YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT WE ARE DISCUSSING. SECOND, WHAT HAPPENS HERE TODAY WILL ALSO AFFECT GINA. SHE HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW, ALSO. DONALD HAS HEARD EVERYTHING AND WILL NOW BECOME A PARTICIPANT. ARE YOU OKAY, DONALD?
“Yeah, I am. Can I ask you some questions?”
OF COURSE.
“Wow, this is really weird–like talking to myself.”
YES, I AGREE, BUT THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.
“Okay…how would you get out of my body?”
IF YOU WISH ME TO LEAVE ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GO TO WATER, PREFERRABLY YOUR OCEAN, AND CUT YOURSELF. I WILL KNOW WHERE TO GO TO ESCAPE AND YOU WILL BE FREE OF ME.
“What will happen to me without you? How will I be affected? Did you make me an athlete and smart? Did you make me fall in love with Gina?”
YOU HAVE AN EXPRESSION ABOUT A SILK PURSE AND A SOW’S EAR. SO FAR AS THE SPORTS ARE CONCERNED IT WAS YOUR ABILITY, BUT I WAS ABLE TO ENSURE THAT YOU PERFORMED AT YOUR PEAK, SOMETHING FEW IF ANY PEOPLE CAN DO EVEN ONCE. YOU DID IT EVERY TIME, SO YES YOUR ATHLETICS WOULD SUFFER. MORE THAN THAT, YOUR ACADEMICS WOULD BE MUCH WORSE. THAT IS THE ONE AREA IN WHICH I HELPED YOU THE MOST, ADDING MY INTELLIGENCE TO YOURS. I AM MORE THAN NINETY PERCENT BRAIN TISSUE. I HAVE NO MUSCLES AS YOU KNOW THEM. I WILL MYSELF TO MOVE AND I CAN SENSE THINGS–SORT OF A COMBINATION OF YOUR SIGHT, HEARING, SMELL, AND OTHER SENSES. I HAVE BEEN BEHIND YOUR ACADEMIC PERFORMANCE. MY IQ AS MEASURED HERE WOULD BE MORE THAN 800. THE ONE THING I CAN TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IS GINA. YOUR LOVE FOR HER IS SOLELY YOURS. I HAVE HELPED YOU DURING SEX—HOLDING YOUR ORGASM BACK—BUT THAT IS ALL. OH YES, I MADE YOU GROW IN HEIGHT, WEIGHT, AND STRENGTH. WITHOUT MY INFLUENCE YOU WOULD BE 5 FEET 7 INCHES AND WEIGH ONLY 140 POUNDS INSTEAD OF 6 FEET 3 INCHES AND 185 POUNDS.
“Wow! Will you always take care of me? Not ever harm me?”
ALWAYS AND NEVER. THAT IS MY PLEDGE TO YOU AND TO MYSELF. I WILL STAY WITH YOU FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IF YOU WISH. I WILL BE HAPPY WHEN YOU ARE HAPPY AND SAD WHEN YOU ARE SAD. I WILL DIE WHEN YOU DIE.
“Then I wish you to stay with me. Is that okay with you, Gina?”
“Of course, darling. This is frightening in some ways. Are there any others like you?”
NO-NO OTHERS, BUT I AM PLEASED WITH YOUR CHOICE, DONALD. WE HAVE IMPORTANT WORK TO DO TOGETHER.
“What?”
SAVING MANKIND. I explained—I had sensed drones from the Gorkons in the solar system. The Gorkons themselves were still very far away—years away, but action must be taken now. I would need Donald and his dexterity to build a high energy ray machine. I knew the parts were available here, but I would be unable to handle the fabrication by myself.
BEFORE WE LEAVE HERE THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE I MUST DO. ONLY DONALD AND GINA WILL BE ABLE TO REMEMBER WHAT HAS BEEN SAID AND DONE HERE TODAY. THE COMPUTER RECORD OF THE MRI HAS BEEN ERASED. YOUR MEMORIES WILL ALSO BE ERASED—EFFECTIVE NOW.
“So, Doctor it’s like a miracle. Donald doesn’t have a concussion?”
“No, Mrs. Dugan, it would appear that the helmet did its job admirably. Donald, you are free to leave and return to practice if you wish. I personally wish you luck. I’ve followed your career in football and basketball.”
“Thanks, Doctor I guess it pays to have a hard head, eh Gina?”
“Oh, Donnie you’re crazy. You really had me worried and here you are joking about it.”
“I’m sorry…I really am. That was a bad joke. C’mon Mom, let’s go home. I’m tired and I need for Gina to put me to bed.”
I spoke to Donald and Gina in the back seat of the car using telepathy. First, I reminded them to phone Gina’s mom and Joey. I knew they would be worried. I also suggested that Joey deliver some clothes so Gina could stay overnight. Then I became serious. (DONALD, ASK YOUR MOTHER FOR A NEW TOASTER—ONE FOR FOUR SLICES. WE WILL NEED THE ONE YOU HAVE. LATER, AFTER YOU AND GINA HAVE MADE LOVE I WILL NEED YOU TO MAKE A LIST OF SUPPLIES AND EQUIPMENT.)
(“What are we making?”)
(WHAT YOU WOULD CALL A RAY GUN. WE WILL NEED TO DEMONSTRATE IT TO YOUR ARMED FORCES. I DOUBT WE WILL GET FAR THROUGH NORMAL CIRCLES SO WE WILL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING DRAMATIC THAT WILL DESTROY SOME EQUIPMENT BUT NOT INJURE ANYONE. I AM SAVING THAT FOR THE GORKONS.)
(“Can Gina help us?”)
(SORRY, BUT I THINK THAT WOULD BE A BAD IDEA. I WILL PUT YOU INTO A TRANCE LIKE EARLIER SO YOU WILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE DOING. I WILL CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS AND MUCH MORE EFFECTIVELY THAN YOU COULD IF YOU WERE CONSCIOUS. YOU WILL SERVE AS MY ROBOT. THAT WAY–IF THINGS GO BADLY AND THE DEVICE FALLS INTO THE WRONG HANDS–THEY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GET ANYTHING FROM YOU. IF THAT HAPPENS I WILL KILL MYSELF TO PROTECT YOU.)
(“I hope that never happens.”)
( YES, SO DO I. I HAVE ENJOYED OUR ADVENTURES TOGETHER. I ALSO APPROVE OF YOUR CHOICE…OF GINA. SHE IS PERFECT FOR YOU. NEVER LET HER GO.) Gina took Donald’s arm in her grasp and leaned up to kiss him.
“Don’t worry Donnie, I’m never leaving you. You’re stuck with me forever.” She took her cell phone and phoned her mom, “Hi, Mom. We’re on the way home. Donnie is fine, but I’m going to spend the night with him to make sure. Yes, I’ll make sure we get some sleep. Please tell Joey and ask him to drop off some clothes for tomorrow. No, Mom you know already that I won’t need any PJ’s, but my tooth and hair brushes would be appreciated. Okay, thanks, I’ll tell him.
“Donnie, Joey was in tears when he got home. He thinks of you as a brother and one of these days he will be.”
“Thanks, Gina that means a lot. I’ll tell him when he brings your clothes. Mom, would you buy a new toaster…one for four slices? I need the old one for a project and I’d like half the garage for a workshop. I’ll only need it for a few days.”
“Okay, Donald, but I wish you would find something cheaper for your science projects in the future.”
“Thanks, Mom I will.”
Mrs. Dugan pulled into the driveway just as his dad was getting out of his truck. “I came as soon as I could. How is Donald? Oh, hi Gina…I’m so glad you’re here.”
Gina gave him a hug and helped pull Donald from the back seat. “He’s perfectly okay except for being a little tired and very horny.”
“In other words…just like every other day. Go on upstairs and take care of each other. I’ll have Mom call for some pizza in an hour or so. You’ll have plenty of time.” Gina took Donald by the hand and led him upstairs to his room. She undressed him and laid him into the bed before dropping her clothes onto the chair and joining him. She deliberately rubbed her skin against his, knowing how much he loved that.
“Gee, Gina I wish I had a bigger bed.”
She grinned, “I don’t. This way I’ll be really close to you all night, but just remember we do have school tomorrow so homework after dinner then making love and then bed…and no fooling around!”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
She placed her head on his shoulder and a tear fell from her eye. “Donnie, I was so worried. I was praying the whole time you were having that MRI. I’m glad everything worked out so well, but it feels funny knowing that there are three of us here.”
(REMEMBER GINA…I HAVE BEEN HERE EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU HAVE BEEN TOGETHER. THINK OF ME AS A FACILITATOR—SOMEONE WHO MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER FOR YOU, BUT MOSTLY JUST IGNORE MY PRESENCE. I WILL ONLY TAKE ACTION WHEN OR IF IT IS NECESSARY. YOU TWO KNOW WHAT TO DO SO I THINK I WILL TAKE A REST AND COMPILE MY LIST FOR LATER.)
(What do we call you?) Gina asked.
(MY NAME IS ALTAIR-6759428-H, BUT THAT SEEMS A BIT LONG, DON’T YOU THINK?)
(YES!!) They answered together. Then Donald spoke for the first time. Speaking aloud he said, “I think we should call you ‘H,’ would that be okay with you?”
(PERFECT! NOW I THINK YOU SHOULD GET TO WORK, DON’T YOU?)
“Yes, I agree. You just lie back Donnie. Let me take care of you. You’re always taking such good care of me. Tonight is for you.” She moved down, sucking his lower lip between hers as she initiated a long hot kiss. Her tongue slipped into his open mouth. Donald groaned as she rubbed her soft breasts into his chest. He reacted strongly, hardening in seconds as Gina moved onto his body. She held his head tenderly as she kissed his face. I did love this woman—not in the same way as Donald, to be sure, but she was just what the doctor ordered. She always knew exactly what he needed and, more importantly, she always gave it to him. Sliding back down his body she wrapped his cock in her pussy. Her upper body remained still, but her hips drove Donald crazy. As they moved together I heard an interesting conversation in the kitchen.
“Ah…I see that Gina has taken matters in hand. She is a wonder…a fast worker and so good for Donald.”
“Yeah,” replied his dad, “a fast worker, just like someone else I know.”
“Why, Douglas does that mean you want something from me? In the middle of the week?”
“Well, Judy listening to them all the time gets my blood flowing. How much time before we need to get the pizza?”
“Just enough…let’s go and tonight I’ll expect to see that talented tongue in my pussy for a change. I’ve had a difficult afternoon.” They tiptoed up the stairs and into their bedroom. Soon there were two sets of groans to listen to. Me? I was planning how to interest the armed forces in my weapon.
NEXT WEEK: Donald, Gina and I meet the president as we begin our work to save earth from a terrible war.

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(Please Comment, you guys are my inspiration) Jack the Ripper, scourge of the walking woman of the night. I think the rest is selfexplainitory.

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Wife Gets Banged By Union Ironworker

WIFE GETS BANGED MY A UNION IRONWORKER
My wife Annie and I live in the suburbs of New York City. We are in our late forties, kids are all grown and gone, we each have decent jobs and are starting to enjoy life without worrying about pets or children. A few weeks back we decided to visit the Hamptons for a long weekend. We love the beach and since it was the off-season, the motel rates were reasonable and the weather was fantastic. So we left on Thursday and had until Sunday to enjoy our mini-vacation.
Normally, when we go to the beach the first thing we do after we check in is drop by a local watering hole that is an old favorite of ours. The place has been in business for decades. We both drank there when we were kids. It has not changed and the atmosphere reeks of beach, suntan lotion, beer and cigarettes. During this time of year the place is mostly filled with local residents and a few out-of-towners like us. It’s warm and friendly and the food and drinks are cheap and plentiful. We just like to relax, listen to the jukebox and maybe strike up a conversation or two with another couple, get buzzed and head back to the motel.
Sometimes, a guy hits on Annie when I’m in the bathroom or talking to someone else. I’m kind of use to this because Annie is very attractive. She is blonde, big blue eyes and Irish with flashing freckles that seem to attract guys (and ladies) wherever we go. Annie is full of personality and after a couple of drinks she can really light up a room. People are very attracted to her and we usually have no problem making new friends. Although we have had many opportunities over the years to mess around with another couple or a single guy we have never actually acted on it. We enjoy flirting and talking spicy to others but we have always been reluctant to jump into bed with other people. We have discussed it many times but have never met the right couple we felt comfortable with. Either I liked the girl or Annie didn’t like the guy or the opposite way around. So, it has never happened and we just allow things to flow. If we ever meet a pair we both like, we would most likely go for it, but so far we have had no luck – until this trip. I don’t know if you call this luck or what? But, we certainly got into something neither of us expected or ever dreamed of.
It started innocent enough. Annie and I were as usual sitting at one of the bars and joining in the general conversation with several couples and guys. Just light chatter and casually watching the Jets pre-season game on the TV’s. It was about 8 or 9 PM and a DJ was just about to start up and that is generally our signal to leave because the drink prices go through the ceiling and the younger crowd starts to gather. Just as we were about to leave, a guy about our age pulls up next to Annie and taps her on the shoulder. To make a long story short, he was an old friend of Annie’s named Nick. They both grew up together in the city and went to the same schools and hung together in the same crowd for years. I met him once or twice many years ago but did not really remember him. Annie and Nick never dated each other, but I found out later that they each had a thing about each other and had always carried on a flirtatious relationship back then. Annie gave Nick a big kiss on the lips and they hugged for what seemed like ten minutes. They both stood there with arms around each other smiling and laughing away. I was amused and I admit a tad bit jealous, seeing my wife all smiles and wiggling with this guy. I think what really got me was that he was in really good shape and was very good looking. Found out he worked as a New York City Union Ironworker which no doubt explained his obvious excellent physical condition. All of this did not get past Annie. I noticed her sneaking peeks at his chest and ass. She was constantly rubbing her hands over his chest and arms. He was rubbing her too. They acted like I was not even in the same room. Eventually (and after another drink) Nick invited us to join him and several of his union buddies at the other end of the bar. They had a table and were there for several hours letting off steam from a hard weeks work. Evidently, they were all assigned a local job erecting a new hotel not too far from the bar. They planned to stay over for a guy’s night out and go home the next day. As we approached the table, I began to feel a little apprehensive when I saw the group. There were three guys our age, all big guys – beefy, sunburned and pretty loud. They were well on their way to being inebriated. Nick introduced Annie and I and immediately the atmosphere of the table changed. All the laughing and backslapping stopped. Six pairs of ironworker eyes were intensely focused on my wife. They looked her over from her toes to the tip of her head. I knew this look – it was a look of lust and very dirty thoughts. I knew each one was thinking how they would like to fuck Annie. I noticed their eyes settling on Annie’s tits. Her boobs are not huge, but for almost fifty years old they were still firm and stood up. I sneakily looked at them myself and was shocked to see her nipples hard as little rocks standing erect through her shear (and very tight) shirt. I hardly ever remember seeing them so pronounced and visible. To be honest, it turned me on too. Wow, here we were about to sit at a table with four muscle bound, drunk guys and I’m sure each of them were thinking on ways of how they were going to fuck my cute, blonde wife. I knew this was a sticky situation. I’m just a normally built guy and would not be much of an obstruction to this crew if they decided to make Annie their girlfriend that night. My only hope was that Nick, being an old friend of Annie’s would be level headed and prevent any outrageous behavior.
An hour or so passed with Nick and Annie catching up on news of the old crowd and stuff like that. I ended up talking with the other three about football (they were Giant fans, I like the Jets). They would not let me buy a drink. They were very generous and the drinks kept coming. I noticed how they kept glancing at Annie. When she walked to the ladies room, they gave her the old up and down. They told me how lucky I was to have such an attractive wife. When Annie returned, Nick stood up to pull back her chair and I could not help but notice that he had an enormous boner under his jeans. Bet Annie saw it too. Holy shit! This guy was really turned on.” Uh oh”, I thought, we had better think about saying our good by’s and getting back to the motel real soon. Well, Annie would have none of it. I tried several times to signal her to get ready to leave, but she kept ignoring me. She was pretty buzzed. Any more drinks and she would no doubt start to get sick or fall asleep. I can tell when she reaches her limit and she was fast approaching it. I was not too steady myself and started slowing down. The guy’s were still going strong and pushing us (especially Annie) to have another drink. Nick started getting pretty mushy with Annie. I overheard him telling her how much he always liked her and was turned on by her. His hands were becoming more and more free roaming over her legs and back. They were talking only inches away from each other’s faces. One time he even tickled her and she didn’t stop him. Well, it was getting pretty out-of-hand. Annie was not stopping his advances. In fact, she was openly enjoying his attention and several times allowed Nick to rub her inner thighs under the table. Her nipples were about to pop through her shirt. I caught all of this and was very nervous. I had hoped that Nick would be the one to keep things from getting crazy. Finally, I went to the men’s room, threw cold water on my face, felt a little better and came back to the table with the immediate intention to take Annie by the hand, say good by and leave.
Annie and Nick were not at the table. I felt panic rise in my gut. The other three guys were all talking low and acting like nothing was wrong. I asked where they went and they all just shook their shoulders. One gave me a sly smile and his eyes darted toward the front door. I headed in that direction only to find Nick and Annie leaning against a car in the parking lot kissing. Their arms were wrapped around each other’s necks and he was grinding his hips against hers. They were oblivious to their surroundings. As I approached them, I saw Annie lowering her hand from his neck toward his crotch. I stopped in total amazement and shock as Annie started to rub Nick’s cock through his pants, right out in the open. Nick’s hand went immediately to Annie’s left breast and started to rub her nipple with his finger and thumb. I didn’t know what to do. Stand there like an idiot, say something or go over – pull him off her and punch him in the mouth. Two things stopped me from hitting him… his size and Annie’s obvious lust, cooperation and desire to be with him. So, I walked back to the bar’s front door. I entered and then immediately turned around and came back out making a lot of noise and coughing. Just as I had hoped Annie and Nick jumped back from each other. I pretended not to see them, gave them a second or two and then looked over and waved as they came toward me. They were both very flushed and breathing a bit heavy. Nick made a wimpy and unoriginal excuse that they came out to get some fresh air away from the cigarette smoke. Annie would not look at me in the eyes. In fact, I believe she was looking down and over in disbelief at the huge, fat bulge in Nick’s jeans. You could not help but notice it even looking directly into his face. The thing was practically popping out the top of his belt. My God… this guy was hung like a frickin horse and Annie had her hands all over it just seconds ago. I think she was still in a state of shock. She could not get any words out. She just stood there dumb and mute. Somebody had to say or do something; it was quite an awkward moment. So I did… I walked right over to Annie, took her hand firmly and said it was time to go. Nick, a little chastened at this point did not object. I thanked him for the drinks and told him to say goodbye to his friends. He nodded and made a feeble attempt to kiss Annie on the cheek. Annie was like a robot and just stood still. She would not move. I pulled her a little and she just stood her ground. Nick didn’t know what to do and started making small talk. He asked me where we were staying. I told him and… well you guessed it. He and his buddies were staying at the very same motel. His eyes widened and a big smile came over his face. “No kidding”, he said. My gut turned and I mumbled something like, “yeah, we gotta go Nick, see ya later”. Annie looked at Nick, leaned over, kissed his cheek and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Nick started to walk back into the bar and waved. Annie and I made it back to the car and I glanced back at the bar as we were pulling out of the parking lot and I saw Nick and the guys coming out the front door. Shit, I thought, we better get back to the room real quick. We drove pretty much in silence. I did ask Annie what she said to Nick and she just smiled, leaned back and said nothing. She had too much to drink and was ready for bed. So I thought.
We arrived at the motel. I parked right in front of our room, entered and locked the door making sure every lock was set tight. I peeked out the curtains and didn’t see anything. The coast looked clear. I was relieved. Annie went right into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a loose tee shirt and panties – her usual sleeping attire. I noticed a big wet stain on the front of her panties. Was it from her peeing or was it the result of her arousal over Nick? I was beat, took a leak and jumped into bed next to Annie, who was already fast asleep. I wanted to talk to her about the evening (and examine the wet stain), but I conked out immediately too.
No surprise here… a few minutes later, maybe an hour later, I don’t know, I was too dazed – there was a knock on our door. It startled me and I jumped right up. It took a moment or two to clear the fuzz from my mind. I then realized that it had to be Nick. Who else? I could see through the curtains the shadows of two guys. I didn’t move. Then another knock, not loud or hard, but firm. Then I heard Nick in a hushed but deliberate voice say, Hey Annie, open up, let’s have one more drink. A nightcap. Come on.
A couple of more knocks. I then heard Annie mumble something. I turned to her and asked her what she said. “Let him in”. “What”? I said in a strained whisper. ‘Come on; let him in for a few minutes. We’re have a drink and then he’ll go”, she said.
“Bullshit”, I said. “There’s two of them out there. Are you crazy”?
More knocks and pleading from Nick for Annie to open the door. I could tell by his speech that he was a little more drunk then when we left him back at the bar.
Then, without saying a word to me Annie pulled back the sheets, stepped out of the bed and walked right to the door. I was too stunned to move or say a thing. There she was in her tee shirt and panties, nothing else on, and was about to open the door to two drunk horny guys. Before I could pull myself together Annie unlocked the door and opened it.
Nick and his buddy, the one who I think was named Paul were momentarily startled to see the door open, but they recovered quickly. They stepped right in. Nick went right to Annie and put his arms around her waist, lifted her right off the floor and kissed her hard right on the lips. Annie’s mouth opened and Nick stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. This all seemed to happen in slow motion. I stood there paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could not move. The other guy, Paul sat a bottle of some type of booze down on the dresser and stepped between me and Annie and Nick. He stood there not looking at them, but at me. I was confused, intimidated and a bit shaken. Not sure what was going to happen next or even what to do, I slowly moved backward and sat down on the chair by the window. Paul moved back toward the door and stood behind me. Nick now had Annie flat against the wall with her tee shirt pushed up around her neck. Her breasts were totally exposed and his hands were all over them, pinching and rubbing. He was kissing her roughly all over her neck and face. Her mouth was open and she was having trouble getting her breath. At one point he even lowered his mouth to the nape of her neck and started to suck on her skin. Even in the dim light I could see the beginning of a huge red welt. He was leaving his mark on her.
Nick was about three times bigger than Annie. He was a very big guy. His body completely covered her. He handled her like she was a feather. His hands were huge; his arms were thick and defined. Annie just stood there as Nick had his way with her. What should I do? I’m no wimp. I’m not a sissy and I’m not afraid to defend what’s mine. But, I was torn, confused. Here I was sitting on a chair with nothing on but my Jockey shorts. What was really strange was that I had a terrific boner myself. I looked down and could not believe that I was erect and I mean totally erect. Harder then I have been in years. I couldn’t believe it. Annie has complained to me in recent years about my dick not being as hard as it used to be. But, here I was as hard as I was when I was nineteen. I also had a compelling urge to stroke it. I actually wanted to cum, real bad. I was extremely horny and turned on. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, so it seemed. As I was pondering this I heard Annie give out a moan. Something she has rarely done before. I couldn’t see quite exactly what Nick was doing to her, but by the location of his arms he had evidently placed his hands between Annie’s legs.
Annie was totally in his control and under his spell. She was starting to loose strength in her legs. She was sliding down the wall. Nick picked her up like she was a little limp rag doll; he looked over at me for a second and glanced down at my erection. He gave me a slim smile and I knew he knew there was nothing I could do to interfere with his plans for Annie.
Nick carried Annie over to the bed and gently laid her down on her back. Carefully he removed her shirt and slowly pulled her panties down her legs. Both garments ended up on my lap. I pushed them off onto the floor and was about to say something when Paul picked up her panties and started rubbing them. He lifted them to his nose and breathed in Annie’s fragrance. I was speechless and horrified when Paul opened his zipper and took out his erect cock. Not two feet from my face was a complete stranger wrapping my wife’s panties around his cock and jerking off. To make matters even worse, his cock of course was twice as big as mine. After a minute or so of this and seeing my wife naked on the bed with Nick, his face buried between her legs I lost it. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started stroking too. Before too long Paul and I both shot our loads all over the motel’s carpet. I do not remember cumming so hard in my life. It felt so good and it lasted so long I thought I was going collapse. I must have been very horny because I shot out a load so large it almost matched Paul’s. The carpet was drenched with semen. Paul put his dick away and stepped outside to smoke. I just left my dick hang outside my underwear and within a minute it was hard again. I only wish Annie would notice. It usually takes me about an hour or so after I cum to get hard again. Wow, what a night!
Nick, still fully clothed was intensely eating out Annie’s pussy. He was really concentrating and doing a fine job, as far as I could see. Annie was in another world. Her eyes were closed and her hands were on his head, guiding him. Her hips started to grind and her breathing started to get heavier and I knew she was building up to cum. Nick also noticed this, but had other plans for her. He slowly stopped eating her and let her level off. He stood up, took off his shirt and jeans. Annie just lay there watching him in silence and lazily playing with her clit. I knew what was coming and said to myself, “the hell with it”. I took off my shorts, spread my legs and started to wank off again. Hopefully, this time I can last a little longer and enjoy the show.
And… what a show it was. We will never, ever forget it. I never saw Annie react to sex the way she did that night. She was a totally different woman than the one I knew and loved. She let go completely and let her body take over. No restraints or holding back whatsoever. Normally, Annie is good for one organism at best, per session. But this night she had more cums then we have together in a month.
Nick pulled down his underwear and produced the biggest cock I have ever seen in person. It was of course fully erect. It was very long, about twice as long as my standard size six incher. It was thick, full of veins and almost purple in color. He had an enormous pronounced head. It actually looked angry, almost a weapon of destruction. Its tip was very wet and shiny. I am by no means bi-sexual or anything close to that. But, I have to say; it made me take a deep breath. Annie was hypnotized. Her face was like I never saw it before. Her blue eyes were wide, her nostrils and mouth were open and sucking air. Her chest was heaving. She opened her legs automatically, very wide. She was prepared to accept this monster no matter what. In fact, as she spread her legs I heard the wetness in her pussy. She was soaked and open. Nick did an excellent job preparing her.
He knelt between her legs and held his cock in his right hand and slowly positioned the head between her pussy lips. He let her control the insertion. It didn’t take long. Annie slid down toward his cock and took his entire length deep in her pussy. It slid in without the slightest discomfort to her. He went deep and she pulled her legs up and held them in the air. She could not get enough of him. Nick started to thrust in a gentle way, but Annie would have none of that. To my surprise she let out long low moan and said “Nick, please fuck me hard, make me cum, fuck me hard and deep”. Well, he did. God, that was all he needed to hear. I never saw anything like it before, not even in porn flicks. Nick laid himself flat on top of Annie and started pounding her small, tight pussy like an incredibly powerful jackhammer. I could not understand how Annie could take it. Each twelve-inch stroke went deeper and deeper. Her body was completely covered by his. I could only see his ass move up and down in quick powerful thrusts. After only a few minutes of this, Annie started to wail, yes, I mean wail. It was not a scream or a moan. It was in between. It was continuous and came from deep within her. It was too much for me and evidently for Paul too. Because he came back into the room and we both were standing there beating our dicks like madmen. The stars must have been aligned that night, because all four of us came at the same time. It’s true. I think Annie started to cum first by the pitch of her wail. That triggered Nick, Paul and yours truly. Holy shit, what a sound we must have made. Nick extracted his still hard cock from Annie after a few minutes. I was dumbstruck by the amount of semen all over his dick and in Annie’s pussy. It was thick and solid white. She was actually soupy with cum. It poured from her pussy onto the bed sheets. I was mentally and physically exhausted and fell into the chair. I needed a drink. So did Paul. We both took a swig from the bottle he bought. In a minute or so we were both sound asleep.
Don’t know how long I was asleep, but I woke up to see Annie curled up in Nick’s arms. They were both completely naked without covers on. They must have fucked some more while Paul and I were asleep because the bed sheets were totally soaked. Annie’s thighs were gleaming with pussy juice, semen and several angry looking love bites from Nick. I got up to have a closer look and was taken back by the condition of her pussy. It was swollen and beet red. Her lips were huge and I never saw her clit so large and gorged, her hole was wide open. Globs of Nick’s seamen were still dripping down her cheeks onto the bed. His dick was down, but his pubic hair and stomach was matted by cum and pussy juice. Boy, they must have really went at it and recently too. They made a nice couple lying there. Like they were married for years. Annie looked very content and satisfied. I was starting to feel jealous.
I quietly went to the bathroom and when I returned I saw that Nick was stirring a bit. I sat quietly in my chair and tried to go back to sleep without success. After a few minutes I opened my eyes slightly to see Nick playing with Annie’s tits. His dick was hard again and he was kissing her neck. “Shit, this guy never stops”, I thought. Another minute or two passed and Annie started to stir. Next thing I know, Nick puts his hands around her waist and turns her onto her stomach. He then gently pulls her ass up in the air and Annie is almost on her knees. “What the hell is he doing now”? Well, his intentions soon became clear. Nick started to kiss Annie’s ass cheeks. She was half asleep but as he worked closer to her asshole she started to grind her hips a small bit. “Holy smoke he going to eat her ass, the son of a bitch”! In all of our years together, Annie never let me near her ass. That was one area we never messed around with. She was very severe about it, so I never tried anything… especially eating her ass! Now Nick was actually tonguing her virgin ass hole. He was passionately kissing it and sticking his tongue deep into her hole while fingering her clit. Annie even had her hands on her cheeks helping to spread them apart. She was grinding and moaning, her face buried into the pillow. Seconds later she started bucking and almost screaming in total uncontrolled lust as she had the most intense organism I ever saw her have. In fact, as she was cumming, I saw globs and strings of Nick’s semen shoot from her pussy. It was as if she was cumming like a man. Wow, the cum just shot out under some intense pressure and contractions from her pussy. Annie fell to her side and almost fell off the bed if Nick didn’t catch her when he did. I looked over at Paul and saw a look of total surprise and shock on his face. I must have looked the same way. Because Nick looked over at us and busted up laughing, so did Annie. Besides the look of surprise on our faces, I believe they were also laughing at our stiff dicks sticking up in the air. I was so busy watching them, I didn’t even notice my own erection.
Annie must have felt sorry for Paul and me because she immediately got out of bed and came over to our side of the motel room. She knelt down in front of Paul and started to give him a blowjob. I was once again stunned beyond belief. Here’s my little wife, naked as a jay bird, dripping cum all over the place and sucking on another man’s dick. Annie is not the best, but not the worst cocksucker in the world, she gave it her best that night, because in about 30 seconds Paul shot what he had left in her mouth and down her throat. Geese, how about that! Annie hates to swallow. Finally, her attention is turned to me. I was a little hurt she didn’t do me first, but what the hell, this was a crazy night. She knelt between my legs and begins to suck my dick. Almost immediately she begins to giggle. “What the hell are you laughing at”? I asked. “Ahhh honey, don’t get mad, but your dick is so small compared to Nick’s and Paul’s. I guess I just got use to large cock tonight’? How could I argue with that? “Shut up and suck”, I told her. We all laughed and Annie proceeded to suck me off better than she ever did before. She even swallowed, not that I had that much cum left in me.
The room began to fill with daylight. We didn’t even notice what time it was. All I knew is that my head was pounding and I was tired and wanted to go to sleep in a real bed. I was hoping that Paul and Nick would now leave. But, to my great disappointment, Nick took Annie’s hand and led her to the bathroom. Next thing I knew I heard water running. “My God, they are going to take a bath together”! Sure enough that is exactly what they did. For a long time too. Paul and I just slumped in our chairs and crashed.
It did not stop at this point. I could spend several more pages describing how Nick and Annie continued to play around that morning. They must have spent twenty minutes kissing each other goodbye. Nick promised to come around to our home on a regular basis. Annie didn’t even ask my permission. Annie is now addicted to large cock. I am used mostly for oral and manual stimulation. I cannot get Annie off any longer by intercourse. She has indicated to me that she no longer can feel me when I am in her She can only cum now by big guys like Nick or a good-sized vibrator. Her pussy has become totally accustomed to large cock. How does this make me feel? Inadequate? Wimpy? Naaaa, I found out something I never knew about myself before. I enjoy my wife being taken by other men. I enjoy eating and making love to her when she lets me with her pussy full of semen from other men. Annie has never been happier. I love her more than ever.

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