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Baby Bump

I’m the big sister, you’re the little brother, you do what I say and I say are going to screw me

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My Boyfriend Raped Me

I was at a party with my boyfriend on a Friday night. We were drinking and dancing when I suddenly felt really dizzy. My boyfriend led me upstairs and laid me on the bed. He was so caring and gentle. I thought my drink must have been spiked with something because I was feeling really dizzy and quite sick. I saw my boyfriend undress and I got worried. I tried to sit up and ask him what he was doing but I felt to dizzy and fell back on the bed. I told him to put his clothes back on but he just ignored me. Then he came over and kissed me on the lips. He tasted of alcohol and it was disgusting. He moved his hands down to caress my waist and before I knew it he was unbuttoning my jeans. I told him to stop but I was powerless to his strength. He stripped me naked and I was really scared. I knew what was about to happen but was helpless to stop it. He called out and slowly the door opened and I don’t know how many of his mates came in. I tried to cover myself up but my hands were slapped away by my boyfriend and held. One of his mates grabbed my legs and spread them wide so I was laying like a starfish on the bed. Now they all had a good view of my pussy and tits. The guy holding my legs, lifted me up so they could all get a look at my tight asshole. They all nodded and jeered in approval. I tried to struggles but the hands held me down and that just made them laugh harder. One of them slapped my cunt and I screamed they all had their cocks out. My head was pulled roughly backwards off the bed as I heard them say they were going to shut me up. Suddenly a cock was shoved into my mouth. I spluttered and writhed but the hands held me down firm. My head was tilted back and I could see nothing of what they were doing to my body. I felt the tip of a penis touch my pussy and I screamed in panic. Hands were grabbing at my tits, flicking them then a wet mouth started sucking them. I screamed again, my cries slightly muffled by the hard cock pounding my mouth. “It’s making to much noise” I heard one of them say and sudden;y there were two cocks in my mouth, making it impossible to do more than gurgle and gag. I felt my legs being lifted up and someone sliding underneath me. I struggled hard and kicked out. “Bad Whore!” said a voice and I was slapped roughly across the tits. I whimpered as I felt the tip of a cock at the rosebud of my ass, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop it. The cock went deep inside and the onlookers cheered. Then another was on top teasing my sopping pussy with his dick he started grinding me and I was overcome with helplessness. I had two cocks in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass and one slowly pushing between my tits. I felt like a doll and They kept referring to me as “it” or “the whore”. the grogginess had worn off but I was still totally helpless. I was flipped this way and that with cocks plugging my every hole. Tears leaked out of my eyes and were licked off from my cheek immediately. I started to feel an orgasm build up but I didn’t want to cum like this. The guys realised and pounded me harder. Drawing closer I tried to stop but was too weak and a cock pulled out just on time for me to squirt a powerful jet of pussy juice out of my abused cunt. I lay limp with exhaustion and didn’t realise what they were doing as I came down from my climax. It was only when I was completely finished when I realised that instead of hands holding my down there were ropes and I counted at least 8 men at the foot of the bed watching me struggle.
“Now I think we’ll reward it for being such a good slut don’t you think?” said my boyfriend.
I couldn’t believe it. He stuffed my panites into my mouth but I spat them out instantly.
“I think the whore prefers cock as a gag” he said smiling.
“No!” I shouted.
“No?” he said, “well if you don’t beg for the panties we’ll have to use one of us as a gag”
I stared at him silently.
“Ok then” he shrugged wandering round to my head.
“No!” I cried out panicking, “I’ll have the panties!”
“you’ll have to beg for them first.” he said
I knew he wasn’t joking. “Please can you gag me with my panties please! I’ll do anything if you just shut me up with the panties!”
He rolled them up and put them in my waiting mouth. Then he got a spare bit of rope and tied it round my mouth so I couldn’t spit them out if I tried.
Then he got a butt plug out of his bag and slided it gently into me. Then he attached a vibrator onto the end of the bed so the tip was resting against my clit. He then got nipple clamps and attach them to my erect tits. He told everyone to stand around me and cum all over my stretched out body if they wanted to. He then turned on the vibrator to high and left the room. The pleasure was unbearable and before long I orgasmed again but the vibrator didn’t stop. Climax after climax I could not come down. I felt my face being covered in hot semen and yet the vibrator never stopped. One by one they left saying that they would leave me here ready for the next person to come along. They stuck a note on the door reading “In here lays a horny slut ready for fucking” Then they all left leaving me to continue orgasming, helpless and exhausted.

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“The Routine” – Chapter V

The long awaited (I hope) part 5 of this ongoing story where Robert White has made a fantastic descovery – “The Routine” – a way to take control over any woman he wants. Please read chapter 1 – 4 to get the most out of this story.

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The Winston Family Adventures Pt.01

The Winston’s appear to be a typical American family, but things get complicated after Ben Winston is called to active duty with his army reserve unit and his wife Catherine has to accept a supervisory promotion to the night shift at the hospital to make ends meet.

Diary

OUR NEW MAN

Our new man is very excited and eager at what we have offered him, especially what you have on offer. We have explained to him what you want from having two men at once. I am determined to tease both of you and make you wait.

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Winter in Minnesota

After waiting nearly a year for you to come to Minnesota during the winter, you finally arrived. I waited in the baggage claim area, while you made your way from the airplane. Once you found your way to get your luggage, I was there to great you with open arms and a big kiss. I was so happy that you where here that I found it hard to control my excitement. You were tired because of the long flight, but I found you as beautiful as if you had just prepared to go to a party.
We waited for your luggage and at last it was coming around on the carousel, I quickly grabbed it and off to my waiting car we headed. Seeing you and having you now in Minnesota with me brought a feeling of pure ecstasy. As we sat in the car, waiting for it warm up, I turned to you and placed a warm, gentle but passionate kiss on your trembling lips. You were a little cold due to the temperature, but after just a few moments of kissing, we both started to feel nice and toasty warm.
As I started to drive, you snuggled up close to me, and laid your head on my shoulder. You were very tired from your travels, and napped lightly while I drove to the house. Once we arrived you lifted your head up and were amazed that we had already home, not realizing that you had just slept for forty five minutes. I took your luggage from the trunk of the car and brought it and you inside. Once there, I saw that you were starting to shiver from the cold again. So I went and started a fire in the fireplace. As the fire grew larger it began to crackle, the glow inside the room turned it very romantic.
So I turned off the lights, placed you on a bearskin rug in front of the fire, wrapped a blanket around you and went to the kitchen to make us something warm to drink. When I returned I saw you there, with the glow of the fire as the only light, you were breath taking. I had never seen anyone look so beautiful in my entire life. As I approached, you turned and gave me an incredibly warm smile, and I could tell by this smile you were happy to be here with me. As we sat there and drank our Irish coffee, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Every word you said sounded like a song, every smile was as bright as a light house, and your eyes showed of fire, but not that of the fireplace.
By now you had become very warm, and with seeing you like this, I also became immune to the cold. I reached over and gently moved some hair from your gorgeous face, then leaned into you and gave you a very passionate kiss. We stopped only for a moment so I could move closer and sit right next to you on the soft bearskin rug. Once there, I tenderly laid you down and started kissing you again. I made my way from your lips, down to your neck and over to your ear lobe. The more we kissed, the warmer we became.
As I continued to kiss your neck, my hand made it to your shirt and started undoing the buttons that blocked my way from your succulent breasts. One by one I worked my way down until all of them were unbuttoned and I had nothing blocking me from touching your mountains of soft, warm, luscious breasts. While my hands rubbed, squeezed, pinched and twisted, my lips returned to your trembling lips. But now your lips weren’t trembling from the cold, but rather from the excitement of the moment.
As our lips pressed together and our tongues probed each other’s mouth, our bodies became more entangled. The scent of your perfume was driving me mad, to the point I was no longer able to control my actions. While we continued to kiss, my hand had now made its way down and was starting down inside your pants. When it finally reach your pussy, I found it so warm and wet that simply by me touching it, you exploded with an climax like you have never felt before.
When you were finally able to regain your control, your hand swiftly went to releasing my swollen tail from my pants. When it came out of my pants, your eyes became transfixed on it until you had enough and placed your mouth over tip. As I watched anxiously waiting for you to take it all into your mouth, you just stopped and looked up into my eyes. With desire in your eyes, you slid as much of my tail as you could fit into your mouth. The feeling was so incredible; your mouth was warm and wet, just as your pussy.
As your mouth slid up and down on it, my hips began to pump in rhythm with your movements. Both my hand went to the top of your head and grabbed your hair to hang onto. I used your hair to pull you deeper onto my continuingly growing tail. You were making me feel incredible, that now I wanted to make you feel as good as you were making me feel. So I tenderly pulled your head up and guided it all the way until it was lying on the bearskin rug.
With the heat and glow from the fireplace, I kissed my way down your body until I was sandwiched between your legs. As my tongue began to probe in your pussy and your body began to tremble, my hands once again began massaging your breasts. You tasted so amazing my tongue and lips could not get enough of your sweet pussy. As your excitement continued to build, I started to lick, probe and kiss even more. Your hands grabbed on tightly to the fur of the rug as you exploded again with a miraculous orgasm.
As you started to relax, I guided myself up until I was staring directly into your eyes. With desire in both of our eyes, I gently placed the end of my tail at the opening of your pussy but waited a few moments before I allowed it to enter deep into your waiting pussy. As you waited with great anticipation, I slowly eased it into you, little by little until it was all buried deep inside of you. I could hear by your low moans that you were enjoying this very much.
I started to slowly pump it in and out, going deeper and deeper and harder with each thrust of my hips. This continued until with the fear that I would orgasm soon, I pulled out and lay down beside you and had you now climb up on top of me. But first to my amazement, you quickly and willfully placed your mouth once again on my tail and started licking every part of it. Once all of your juices were cleaned off, you finally guided it back into your pussy.
As you sat over me, with my tail deep inside your pussy, you started rocking your hips back and forth, giving both of us immense pleasure. I reached up and started pinching and twisting your nipples again. All at once you fell forward almost exhausted from pure pleasure, when you were close enough I took one of your nipples into my mouth and started sucking and licking it. Your body terrible as you climaxed hard once again.
With watching you work your magic on me with only the light of the fireplace flickering away, I decided to place you back on the rug. Once I had you right where I wanted you, I ascended back on top of your incredible body, placed my tail back deep into you, had you squeeze your legs together as I started to pump it with great force deep into you, again and again. After what seemed only a few seconds, my orgasm began to build, and when I knew I was going to explode, I pulled it out and allowed it to spray cum all over your body.
After I finished, I found that it had truly exploded everywhere. It was in your hair, on your face and completely covered your chest. Now after an hour or more of making love, I snuggled up next to you, covered both of us with the blanket and laid there staring into your eyes, but before we fell into a deep sleep, I whispered “Welcome to Minnesota amore mio,” and the fire continued to crackle away.

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Sexual Healing – Part Seven

Connie felt the beautiful Japanese woman’s long tongue slithering deeper into her cunt and screamed her pleasure into the pillow. Emily’s lower lip was moving against Connie’s clitoris as her tongue — long enough to touch the tip of her nose — tried valiantly to reach deep inside to massage the petite brunette’s G-spot. Her oral muscle wasn’t quite *that* long — but Connie bucked and writhed in joyfulappreciation of the effort.
The combination of Emily’s enthusiastic and talented mouth on her cunt and Kim’s voracious suckling at her nipples had kept Conniecumming for something like a half hour. The orgasms just kept rolling through her until she felt as if she were one huge, quivering nerve.
Finally, Emily knelt up, settling her lovely derriere on her heels. She trailed her slim, graceful hands down over Connie’s still-quaking thighs and smiled happily, her tiny-nippled tits quivering slightly. She was deeply flushed and her little nipples were stone-hard. Connie motioned to her. Both Emily and Kim snuggled against her, the three of them kissing and caressing each other, cuddling down after theirpassionate indulgence.
“I thought I was turning inside-out,” Connie panted to Emily. “That was just beautiful!”
“I love making love to your femininity,” Emily said, with her slight accent and oddly archaic English. “You’re taste is delicious and your labia are perfectly formed — and so delicate! I could kiss them for hours!”
Connie kissed Emily’s forehead and cupped one perfectly rounded breast. Emily’s tits were as amazing in their way as Kim’s. Though less abundant than the beautiful young dance student’s, Emily’s breasts were perfectly proportioned to her elegant curves and were much more full than Connie would have expected from an Oriental. And they were so firm!
Kim’s breasts wee fabulous in their own right. For one thing, they were large and firm, jutting with all the gravity-defying exuberance of her youth. But the true marvels were her nipples. They were not the usual aureole surrounding a pointed nozzle; the entire ends of her breasts were like huge nipples, swelling as hard and large as the shell of a walnut.
“I feel so empty inside!” Connie whispered, writhing between her two lovers. “Kim! Toy time!”
Kim’s eyes sparkled. She kissed Connie’s cheek, then rolled across the wide waterbed to the edge. She grabbed the tote bag from beside the bed and knelt up straight, a vision of lush, abundant curves. With her rich tangle of hair falling disheveled about her face, she was lust personified.
With a flourish, Kim opened and upended the bag. The dildos and vibrators and lubricants tumbled to the undulating surface of the bed.
Emily crawled to all fours across Connie’s torso, knees on one side and hands on the other, to inspect the collection. “Oh, my!” sheexclaimed.
Connie sat up. The muscles rippled on the abdomen of the dance teacher. “I want you two to agree to do whatever I tell you, now, okay?”
Kim nodded at once; after a moment, Emily agreed, as well.
“Kim, outfit Emily with one of Joni’s Butterflys, and pick a dildo for me. Grease it up good.”
“Okay, boss.”
“Whatever you wish.”
Kim selected exactly the dildo Connie had expected — the big twenty-inch double dong — and lubed it with half a tube of K-Y. Connie took the butt-plug and lubed it. She held it out to Emily, who took it by the flat base, examining it as if she’d never been in the Pink Pussycat Boutique and seen on display.
“For Kim.”
“Ah, so!” Emily said as Connie took the remote control for the Joni’s Butterfly from Kim. The latex rectangle contained a smallvibrator. One side of the latex was flat and smooth; the other, shaped to fit into a woman’s labia, was covered with low, rubber protuberances meant to transmit the vibrations to the sensitive inner flesh of the labia and to the clitoris. The whole affair fitted neatly over Emily’s sweet pussy and was held in place by an elastic strap that went around her waist and two garter-like straps that encircled her thighs.
Connie carefully thumbed the slide control to its lowest setting and watched Emily’s eyes widen — then half-close as her hips began to trace tiny circles of pleasure.
Connie lay back slowly, legs wide. “You, too, Kim,” she said, a gesture indicating Kim was to mirror her position, so their pussies would be open and nearly in alignment.
“Emily, put that dildo into us.”
“Oh, yesss….” Emily’s voice was a lusty sigh as she hefted the large double-dong. She frowned as she looked at Connie’s little cunt.
“Don’t worry — my husband is almost as thick. I want it!”
Emily bent gracefully at the waist and put her face near the cuntal juncture. She smiled and that long tongue came out to lick Connie’s cunt, then Kim’s. Both recipients moaned and rolled their hips with pleasure.
Connie tensed with anticipation when she felt Emily fitting the fat knob of the artificial cock into her cunt lips. She felt herselfstretching and giving way, slowly and with just a hint of the most wonderfully delicious discomfort. She thumbed the control on theButterfly higher. Emily emitted a polite, lady-like squeal and pushed the head of the dildo into Connie’s cunt.
Connie felt as if she couldn’t catch her breath. She struggled to regain control of her breathing long enough to say, “Kim — hold the butt-plug.”
As Emily handed the butt-plug to Kim, she worked more of the fat dildo up Connie’s hungry little cunt. Three, four, five inches slid in, stretching and reaming her cunt in the most wonderful way.
“Put the other end into Kimberly,” Connie instructed. She groaned again as she felt the dildo flex and move inside her, responding to Emily efforts to align it. Kim’s sigh and grunt of pleasure informed her when the insertion was made. Connie groped blindly till her fingers found Kim’s. They gripped each other’s hand and began working their cunnies toward contact, swallowing more and more of the big double dildo.
Connie felt Kim’s soft pubic hair against her labia. “Roll a little,” she gasped.
Kim rolled halfway onto her side and Connie forced their cunts completely together.
Connie managed to focus her gaze on Emily. The beautiful Japanese woman was staring with heavy-lidded eyes at the lewd sight of two lovely women impaling themselves on opposite ends of the same out-sized rubber cock. The sight was having its effect. Emily’s face, throat and chest were flushed, her breathing was shallow and rapid and her nipples were so swollen, they looked ready to burst. Her soft lips were parted and slightly and from time to time, the tip of her tongue flickered across them.
“Stick that plug up Kim’s little backside,” Connie breathed.
Emily jerked, as if startled. She bent at the waist and kissed Kim’s luxuriant hip as she slid the butt-plug into position.
Connie felt Kimberly’s stiffening when it began to penetrate, then heard the deep sigh of contentment as the little rubber device was securely lodged. She pulled on Kim’s hand to make her lay back flat on the bed and began slowly hunching her hips, fucking Kimberly with the double dong while she fucked her own overheated little pussy.
“Get down here and lick us both!” Connie hissed.
Emily didn’t need a second invitation. Her wet, hungry lipsexplored the thighs and abdomen of each impaled woman in turn, then that marvelously agile tongue was tracing the tautly stretched labia — or as much as she could reach — and finally moved between two swollen clits.
It was there that Emily was in her glory and her talent was put to the best use. She kept her tongue between the two women and twitched it back and forth, as quick as a pink tuning fork, flicking at the tips of the two engorged clitorises. Connie reached down with one hand to cup Emily’s breast. She closed her fingertips around the tiny, hard nipple and pulled on it slightly. She was rewarded with the soft exhalation of Emily’s groan of pleasure.
Connie pinched the nipple hard and Emily shook and shivered and for a moment could only rest her cheek on Kim’s shuddering abdomen. Connie reached over and fingered the garter clasp of the Joni’sButterfly around Emily’s left thigh.
“Take it off,” Connie ordered. “And sit on Kim’s face — but don’t stop licking!” Emily complied with suddenly clumsy fingers and was visibly trembling with pleasure as she slowly moved into position, Her tongue never ceased to work its wonders on the two women. Kim’s groans of pleasure were muffled in the liquid softness of Emily’s wet twat.
Connie slowly worked herself off the dildo, regretting theemptiness its removal left inside her spasming cunt — but looking forward even more to what was coming next.
She quickly reversed herself on the bed, licking the insides of Kim’s quivering, wide-flung thighs. She gripped the end of the dildo and pumped it quickly, almost savagely, in and out of Kim’s young cunt. The strawberry blonde gasped and bucked at the combined stimuli of Emily’s tireless tongue and the huge rubber phallus inside her. Connie pushed more and more of the big fucker into her girlfriend, till fully a foot of it was buried inside Kim’s hungry cunt.
And then she pulled it out, completely.
Connie heard Kim’s muffled howls of frustration and saw how her cunt still gaped and drooled. She knew what Kim was feeling, what Kim craved. She groped for and found a tube of the K-Y and smeared it on her fingers.
Then she slipped three fingers into Kim’s twat.
“Yes!” Even muffled by Emily’s muff, Kim’s cry was clearly audible. Connie tucked a fourth finger into Kim’s sopping pussy and waggled her digits back and fourth in the wet pool of Kim juice. Kim screamed and bucked her hips. Connie kept it up for more than a minute, then slid her fingers out of her beautiful friend and moved up on the bed.
“My turn on her face,” she whispered to Emily, her voice raspy with lust. Emily sat up slowly and turn passion-glazed eyes on Connie.
“My turn,” Connie repeated and Emily slowly hoisted herself off Kim’s face.
Connie looked at the strawberry blonde’s face and saw Kim was absolutely soaked with Emily’s juices. Kim’s face was slack, her lips were open, her eyes were closed, her hair was a mess — and her tongue was still outstretched.
Connie lowered her cunt directly over Kim’s yearning tongue and shivered as she felt the slick pink mouth muscle move against her twat and clitoris. She ground her cunt down onto Kim’s mouth, her hands squeezing and pulling Kim’s amazing nipples.
“Get beside her and lean between her legs,” she told Emily.
The lusty, lovely Japanese woman slithered into place andimmediately began working her remarkable tongue around Kim’s hungry cunt. Kim vented her pleasures on Connie’s receptive cunt — but Connie had something else in mind.
She leaned forward and her tongue joined Emily’s on Kimberly’s cunt and clit. She reached to one side and grabbed the tube of K-Y jelly. “Give me your hand,” she told Emily.
Emily moved in slow-motion, offering her hand. Connie smeared it with all the lubricant left in the tube.
“Now stick three fingers into her,” Connie whispered and felt a wave of lust wash through her as she watch the delicate fingers — smaller than her own, as she’d noticed while they were eating dinner — slide into her lover. Kimberly had taken Connie’s cunt, lips and all,completely into her mouth and was wildly licking and sucking. A series of small orgasms was detonating inside the petite ballet teacher’s body, but she didn’t let them distract her.
“Another,” she said to Emily and watched the beautiful Asian’s eyes close almost all the way as she complied. Connie grabbed Emily’s forearm and began pumping the fingers in and out of her friend’s cunt as if she were using a dildo and not another woman’s fingers.
Beneath her, Kim was writhing and bucking, stiffening in orgasm from time to time from the twin pleasures of Connie’s tongue on her clit and Emily’s fingers in her cunt.
“Now tuck your thumb into your palm,” Connie ordered. Emily’s eyes widened slightly, but she complied. Connie pushed Emily’s forearm toward Kim’s cunt and watched Emily’s hand begin to sink inside.
Kimberly arched, her legs widespread and thighs trembling. She began rolling her hips in sharp, tight circles, trying to absorb Emily’s hand. She was sucking crazily on Connie’s cunt now, her tongue trying to get ever deeper into Connie’s grasping quim.
Connie pushed Emily’s hand harder and harder, felt Emily tensing with the effort of pushing.
“You wanted to know how it felt to ream a woman? Ram your fist up her cunt!” she hissed.
Emily moaned and then her hand disappeared into Kim.
“UNnnnnngh!” Kim’s loud grunt vibrated Connie’s insides. She pushed Emily’s hand deeper into Kim, till almost a third of her forearm was buried in the lush young blonde. She could feel Kim’s abdomen bulging against her upper chest, could feel Emily’s hand move inside. She felt Kim shuddering and groaning.
Emily’s eyes widened. “She is having an orgasm!” she breathed, astonished. “I can feel it on my hand!”
“Make a fist!” Connie hissed. “Give her more!”
Kim writhed as Emily complied and Connie licked her cunt. She was bowed up off the bed now, seemingly locked in the difficult position and seemingly unable to relax from it. Connie felt the orgasms washing through Kimberly. She moved her hand higher on Emily’s arm, near the elbow, and rammed the Japanese woman’s small fist deeper into Kim’s welcoming cunt.
Emily turned her face to Connie’s. Her expression was half-crazed and totally passionate. A tiny, evil smile played across her lips and she suddenly ducked her head forward and kissed Connie hungrily. Connie opened her mouth willingly to that amazing tongue. She relaxed her guiding grip on Emily’s arm and when she broke the kiss, saw that Emily was happily, greedily pumping Kim’s insatiable cunt with her fist and half of her forearm.
Connie climbed off Kim’s face and the young blonde immediately let out a scream of sheer pleasure. Her hips crashed down to the bed and bucked wildly. Connie saw her abdomen ripple and bulge in time with Emily’s fisting. Her own cunt was yawning for food. She crawled over to the big double dildo and impaled herself on it, holding it with one hand while the other hand moved frantically over her clitoris. She shook with pleasure, wallowing in the decadence of what they were doing.
She crawled around behind Emily while Kim let loose another wild scream. The free end of the double dong dangled to the bed. It hung from Connie’s cunt like an obscene imitation of hermaphroditic mutation. She knelt behind Emily, raised the other end of the dildo and nestled it against the gooey, gushing lips of Emily’s upthrust cunt.
“I’m gonna FUCK you!” Connie barked and pushed the big dildo forward. Emily emitted a sharp yelp of surprise and then pushed back with her hips, bracing herself by forcing her fist to the limit in Kim’s spasming cunt. The huge rubber knob stretched Emily’s small cuntprecariously and then slipped inside.
“Oh! You are splitting me in half!” Emily cried and pushed back for more. Kim screamed her pleasure again and started grunting and sobbing as she came and came again. Connie pushed the dildo forward, feeling the back pressure from Emily’s tight twat. She got about five inches into the Japanese woman, then pulled back — and rammed forward till all but an inch or so remained outside. Emily fell forward and rammed her hand inside Kim, her face resting on Kim’s shuddering abdomen.
Connie began fucking in and out of the constricted Japanese cunt, savoring the hunching and stretching of the dildo inside herself while her fingers plucked at her swollen clitoris. She was cumming, too, nonstop, orgasm after orgasm cascading inside her and building strength. The sight of Emily’s long tongue on Kim’s clitoris and Emily’s arm buried halfway into Kim’s lovely cunt, the sight and sound of Kimberly’s powerful, unceasing orgasms and her cunt liquidly gripping Emily’s forearm combined with the physical sensations and the smell of overheated cunt and sent Connie higher and higher. She couldn’t hold herself upright any longer as the pleasures tore through her. She leanedforward, draping herself over Emily’s bowed back as their hips worked rapidly over the long, fat double dong. All three were cumming now, all three were lost in pleasure.
When Emily shrieked, “I feel so depraved!” it was the final nudge for Connie. Yes, depraved — that was exactly what they were. Depraved, sex-craving sluts and they loved it. The pleasure got to be too much, the orgasms too intense. She couldn’t seem to draw a breath and her awareness was spiraling off and away into a dark, red pit of pleasure…
She passed out just as Emily pulled her hand, fist still curled, out of Kimberly’s clenching cunt and barely saw her sobbing, strawberry blonde student rubbing Emily’s cunt-juiced hand over her fantastic nipples and on her face.* * *
It was almost two o’clock in the morning before any of them stirred enough to be called “awake.” Connie was cuddled to Kim’s left side, Emily to the right. Emily was lightly cupping Kim’s wet cunt; Connie was gently licking the silky side swell of Kim’s left breast.
“I can’t believe we came so much!” Kim breathed softly. “I can’t believe she had her whole damn fist inside me and that it felt so good!”
“The way you came so hard,” Emily said softly. Whom she addressed was unclear and unimportant. “It was making me cum just seeing it, being part of it.” She raised her head and met Connie’s gaze. “I didn’t know an orgasm could be strong enough to make a woman pass out!” She lowered her face to rest on Kim’s right tit. “I was thinking, when I had my hand in Kimberly and you had that huge dildo in me…”
“What?” Connie prompted.
Emily managed to look embarrassed. “I was thinking that I wished we could have photographs of it, to see and remind me…” She smiled shyly and her long tongue came out to lick Kimberly’s dome-like nipple.
Connie giggled. “Gee, if you’d said something before, I could have set up the camcorder on the dresser. It works pretty good in low light.”
It was Kimberly who said, “Let’s do it!”
Emily shook her head. “No, no, I can’t take that huge dildo again. It felt wonderfully pleasurable, but it was painful, too. Maybe another time.”
“My pussy can’t take that fist again right now, either,” Kimberly said, rolling toward Connie. “Where’s that camcorder?”
“In the living room, next to the VCR.”
“Tape?”
“We always keep a blank in it. But — ”
Kim was already out of the bed and padding from the room, tits and buttocks jiggling just enough to be enticing. She returned a few moments later. “Oh, yeah, I know this model.” She pushed some switches and it began a soft whirring. She set it on the dresser, aimed at the bed, and mugged momentarily for the lens, pinching her hardened nipples and tugging at her tits.
“I don’t understand — ” Connie began.
“I do,” Emily said, smiling her depraved smile. She coaxed Connie to roll over, then pulled her up on all fours and slid beneath her from behind. Connie stiffened as she felt Emily’s tongue hit her clitoris, then groaned with pleasure at the teasing, tantalizing touch of the tongue tip on her again-swollen clitoris. She saw Kimberly stuffing the end of the double-dildo into herself just as Emily slipped three fingers into her cunt.
“Ohhh, noooo….” Connie groaned as the fourth finger went in and she felt Kimberly behind her, straddling Emily’s chest. “Fuck me,” Connie gasped as Emily began working her thumb into her cunt and Kim started rubbing the free end of the big dildo against her asshole.
“And if we can’t both fuck you are once,” Kimberly said behind her, “that’s okay. We’ll take turns — her little fist in your cunt and then this big fucker in your ass.”
Connie made a mewling noise as she felt Emily’s hand widening her pussy entrance, working its way inexorably into her — and suddenly, she wanted this, wanted it on tape, wanted it all…desperately. She leaned back and in with her hips, forcing her cunt onto Emily’s hand.
“But you *are* going to get reamed, you slut!” Kimberly vowed.
“Fuckmefuckfuckme…” Connie wailed and they began giving her exactly what she was asking for.

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Modern Mage – Chapter 16

Sorry about the delay, got a lot going on right now. I will continue to post as i get the chapters written. Please leave comments or PM me if you want to know anything.
I just stood there in the doorway staring at Deputy United States Marshall Jacqueline Dupree. I had met Jaq as she told me to call her about five years ago after the mishap in Todash space. As I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time and didn’t actually know I had come back into the world five years before I disappeared from it; I had given her my real name. I hadn’t told anyone here what had happened to me though Arthur had said he knew what happened to me and wanted to talk, but back to the problem at hand. I told Jaq nothing of what I was when we met and simply disappeared into the night when I left. That was most likely a mistake considering she was a cop. I had more important issues on my mind such as a self-fulfilling prophesy. My brain finally registered that she was looking at me expectantly while the room behind me had gone as silent as a tomb. “Jaq, I told you before to call me Andrew or is this not a social call?”
“It’s not entirely a social call Andrew, do you have time to talk or am I interrupting something?” she asked as she scanned the room over my shoulder. I could only imagine what thoughts were going through her head at the collection of people gathered here. Obviously there was me, a man who hadn’t changed in five years. Next there was Sindee who was a petite spirited read haired doctor and new Mage. She hasn’t had time to get the haunted look in her eyes that most of us who know about the greater world get from constant exposure to the unbelievable things our here. As the quote goes; “There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Then you see Marcus, a man of at least eighty who looked all of sixteen unless you paid attention to his eyes as the years he’d seen are in them.
Then there was Kyra and Talia, Talia was Kyra’s grandmother and they’re both Werewolves. Due to the unique genetics involved Talia looked like Kyra’s mother at the oldest and was dressed like a soccer mom among the rest of us here. Kyra looked exactly like she was a nineteen year old college cheerleader. Tell me they didn’t stand out in this menagerie of individuals.
Then you had Arthur Masters and his staff members from the Existence. Arthur was muscularly built and next to Talia appeared to be the oldest among us, and in truth I think he was older than anyone knew. He was dressed in denim jeans and a t-shirt with a leather duster over them. He looked like a biker except for the clean shaven face, bright intelligence in his wary eyes and the way he presented a profile target making him harder to hit if things went south. His security head and companion Samantha, who preferred to be called Sam, was as petite as Sindee but looking at her stance and eyes you could see the predator if you knew to look for it. Sam was a Vampire and not someone I ever wanted to be on the bad side of. George rounded out his group and I don’t think I ever met a larger person then him. George was a Werewolf. He was a very quiet person and if he held still you could mistake him for a wall or statue, he was also the best hand to hand combatant that ever lived according to Sam and as such was Arthur’s personal bodyguard when they weren’t at the club. This was one hell of a time for a ghost of a past that shouldn’t have even existed to come into my life wearing a badge. “Come on in Marshall Dupree,” I said as a turned and headed across the room to Sindee.
“You can call me Jaq as this isn’t official beyond me just finding you and closing an old case that was niggling away at me for years,” she said as she scanned the room with cop eyes, taking in the measure of those around her. I saw her pause at George and look him over a couple of times making sure she saw everything.
“Ok Jaq, allow me to introduce everyone here.” I took Sindee’s hand in mine, “this is my fiancé Sindee.” I pointed to each person as I introduced them in turn, “The others are Marcus, Kyra, Talia, George, Sam and Arthur.” I looked at everyone quickly and continued, “This is Jacqueline Dupree, last time I saw her was five years ago on the Fourth of July. I was in Wolf Lake, Wyoming and had to leave abruptly as some of my memory returned and I rushed to handle some personal issues.” I hoped that they understood enough to not say anything strange and make the situation worse.
Jaq looked surprised at the word fiancé but controlled her reaction before continuing, “It’s a pleasure to meet y’all. “ She turned to Sindee and shook her hand, “I only met him briefly and I gotta say you’re a lucky woman. Do you mind if I borrow him for a few minutes to talk?”
I was less than comfortable right now and knew I would be explaining a lot later. Sindee answered her question before I could, “Please be quick as we are celebrating the fact that we got the keys to our new home today.” She stressed the word our in that reply.
“Won’t be more than a few minutes on my part ma’am.” Jaq grabbed my upper arm and led be back outside the front door to talk. “So Andrew, you haven’t changed a bit in the last five years, some outfit too I see.”
Needless to say that was an uncomfortable feeling as I didn’t expect anyone to remember what a person wore five years after it happened. “I’m sure it’s just something similar Jaq as I don’t think I have anything that old in my closet anymore.”
I’ve seen looks of disbelief before, but she gave new meaning to the do I look like that big a fool look as she replied. “Andrew, I’ve been coming back to your case ever since the night you left. I ran searches on your name a week after you disappeared. I got a surprise a when I got the news article and the police report from the mountains mentioning a sixteen year old kid who fought an managed to save some of his family from the serial killer that was hunting Cheyenne. That couldn’t have been you since he was only sixteen but the coincidence was surprising. I also recovered your prints from the bed and breakfast when I found that paper the other set was on became discolored and rendered that set useless. You weren’t officially a missing person but your disappearance was as sudden as your arrival so I kept looking into it in my own time. I applied for and joined the US Marshall Service and brought the file with me to the new job. I kept looking at it from time to time because I hate leaving things undone. My last promotion moved me out here to run a warrant team and I decided to have another look at my old case file and ran your fingerprints again. This time I’d got an address here in Las Vegas, strange coincidence again. I ran your name and history once the prints came back and found that you were in fact the same sixteen year old who fought the serial killer. Now as that didn’t make any sense I went to the address on file and found it deserted this evening. I did a check of property records and found out about this place and here you are exactly as you left me five years ago. Now tell me what’s going on and don’t try to lie to me. I may me a country girl from the sticks but you know better than to think I’m a fool.”
Arthur surprised us by clearing his throat by the door, “Perhaps I can assist in clearing this up Andrew.” He walked over to us and extended his hand to Jaq, “Ms. Dupree, my name is Arthur Master. I can explain things and will do so, however, not at this location.” He turned back to me, “We’re going to call it a night Andrew. Come by the club tomorrow night after you explain to Sindee what has occurred for you since Schrodinger’s Cat is out of the box so to speak. I’ll aid the lovely Ms. Jacqueline here in understanding what she’s experienced. Being that she is even standing here tells me more about her strength of will and ability to handle the truth of the world.”
Jaq was looking back and forth between Arthur and me while he was talking, “If you think after working five years to get here I am just going to walk away with you,” pointing at Arthur, “without getting any form of answer….”
Arthur interrupted her mid-rant, “Marshall, you’ll get your answers from me as I am more than qualified to give them. I probably know more about what happened that he himself knows. I also never said anything about you walking away without an answer. If you’ll give Sam the keys to your car she’ll drive it back to my club and you can ride with me.” At that Sam was already standing beside Jaq with her hand out for the keys.
Jaq was being confused by how quickly things were moving and handed her keys over to Sam without thinking about it. Sam Jumped in the car and headed out with it. George and Talia left right behind her. Arthur walked over to his Bugatti Veyron and waited for her to join him. He opened the passenger door for her and they drove off together. Marcus and Kyra headed for the campus dorms together as Sindee came out and locked the new house up behind her, “So Andrew, who is she and how did you meet her five years ago when you were only sixteen?” she asked as we headed for the car. This was going to be a long conversation so I suggested we head back to her house.
Once we got back to the house we would be moving from soon I made a pot of coffee and recounted the tale of my last five years to Sindee in short order. I didn’t go into any details of the training except to let her know that I had learned new things; and that we also had some new vacation properties available now. I told her about my trip to Todash and getting back to her drove me to fight a soul draining eternal darkness to find a way back. I told her about landing in the middle of the mountains, meeting Jacqueline and the kiss. I admitted to liking Jaq but I didn’t love her as I knew the only woman I loved was the one whom I was with now. I explained about the self-fulfilling prophesy including that I could have changed everything but it would have cost me my life with her and that I knew was an unbearable choice for me. I explained that I had lived five years without her and did everything I could to occupy my mind to keep me from rushing here and ruining everything.
Needless to say the kiss wasn’t her favorite part of the conversation but she said she understood the loneliness from my description of Todash Space. She never heard and could no truly imagine such desolation and darkness. Once I explained everything that had happened I just ran out of words and fell silent. Silence consumed the house around us as neither of us spoke.
Sindee stood and walked across the room to me. Taking my hands in hers she pulled me to my feet and towards our bedroom door. Neither of us spoke as that would break the mood that settled upon us. She led me over to stand beside the bed. We stripped each other slowly, running our hands over the skin in gentle caresses. Tonight was not about animal attraction or wild passion but about slow sensuality of emotion and movement as we were wrapped in each other’s arms and bodies. We fell asleep together, taking comfort in the fact we were here and now despite how close we came to being parted forever.
We woke a little later in the day than we normally do as it had been a long and late night for both of us. Today was the day the furniture and appliances were being delivered to the new house and we had to be there to have it arranged properly. We disentangled ourselves from each other and the sheets before jumping in the shower quickly. We got dressed and spent the rest of the afternoon setting up the new house. Since there were plenty of workers bringing the furniture into the house it went quickly. The house was ready that evening but we’d be moving the clothes and our personal items in with us the next morning. Tonight we had plans to go see Arthur at the Existence. I wish I could have been there for the explanation he was giving to Jaq but I figured it was safer for me not to be there.
We went casual to the club tonight, comfortable jeans and nice shirts for both of us. Sindee chose stone washed denim jeans and a silver-gray silk blouse to offset her red hair and gray eyes, while I chose block denim and a black silk shirt, my emerald colored eyes stood out with such dark clothing. We were meeting up so Arthur could talk to me and I could find out the fallout from Jaq making her appearance. Any aspiring time travelers out there should think before doing it, as an accidental time traveler I’m regretting what has come to pass and I actively avoided changing things.
Sindee drove us down to the club around six-thirty so the sun hadn’t quite set and we’d get a meal before everything got started. When we arrived there was no line out the door, the parking garage was empty and it looked like the normal security was doubled or more outside. This didn’t sit well with me as this place was always packed even near dawn the few times we’ve been here. Sindee was waved into the parking area so she parked the car and we headed in.
We walked into the front bar area and it was the same in here as it was outside. No one other than the staff and security team inside, the catwalks had at least twice the normal team up there that I could see, made me wonder what I couldn’t see. Since the bar area was empty other than security we walked through into the club section and there we got a small surprise. The normal Tables and chairs were removed into the side rooms to open the room up more that it normally was, considering the size of the room. In the middle of the main dance floor a large, long table had been set up under the spotlights.
Arthur sat at the head of the table; he was dressed in a custom cut Armani Suit in a dark grey with a black shirt and no tie. I felt underdressed immediately. Sam was wearing a the classically cut black dress, however I noticed the waist tightened a little high and the skirt was slit to allow full range of motion. Even dressed to the nines Sam was ready for a fight. Jacqueline, and I won’t call her Jaq looking as she did at this time, was dressed in a simple column dress in plum that fell all the way to her ankles. The sides were slit to mid-thigh showing off her long slender legs. Her hair was up in a complicated braid that left her neck bare further accentuating her long from and framing her blue eyes. She was seated to Arthur’s left in the first seat on that side while Sam was buzzing around the room as usual. Arthur and Jacqueline were having an animated conversation and he was being his normal charming self apparently as she was smiling and laughing with him. I took this as a good sign as she wasn’t screaming or trying to arrest any of us. The rest of the staff that were seated at the table already along with my friends who had already arrived we dressed more casually so I didn’t feel as bad about being underdressed. Guido wasn’t sitting at the table as he was running back and forth bringing the dinner to the table from the kitchen. There were two seats left at the table when we walked over. Both were to Arthur’s right, directly across from Jacqueline and Sam’s seats. Yeah!!! This wasn’t going to be awkward at all.
I should have known better than to borrow trouble by assuming the evening was going to be anything but simple. We had a nice meal, quiet conversation and great company followed by dancing. The definition of a party and what we were celebrating was the success of the prior evening and another bastion of defense in the Ascension War as well as another soldier for it. Arthur had explained everything to Jaq and apparently she agreed to aid in any way possible. Having a US Marshall helping us would be an advantage in finding someone if we needed to. I couldn’t tell you if there was anything else going on beyond what Arthur said but he had his eyes on Jaq the entire evening. I had hope for them to get together, Arthur has always had this haunted look in his eyes and needs someone with spirit to breathe some life back into him.
The night went quickly, too much so for me; and now we were ready to start the next stage in the war. I had to prepare and train Sindee, the new pack and any other allies I could gather for the coming fights. The dawn would bring new troubles and planning so I intended to enjoy the night.

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Fantasm

Rider Chapter 2

As you may remember, I went on a bit of a bender after Rose’s death. It’s been five years, just over, since she disappeared. As I said, I’ve seen a few other women, with always the same outcome – I just couldn’t handle the closeness, the sense of loss for what I once had.
Well, not a lot has happened since I wrote the last story, about a year and a half ago. I’m still in my job – I managed not to get fired, just – and I’m still a regular at the bar. Got a couple of grey hairs now, though, but I’ve managed not to put on any pounds, thank God. Stayed off the rollies too, and feeling much better for it.
This takes place just a few months ago, on the five year anniversary of Rose’s vanishing.
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Right, where was I that night? Easy to answer – the bar. And tonight, I was going to get utterly, utterly hammered. As I discovered, five years doesn’t dull the pain nearly as much as it should.
I’d drunk til closing time, then given John – same old barman! – a few roubles on the side, and he’d returned with a bottle of Vodka. “On the breakages,” he muttered, and I nodded gratefully. It wasn’t the first time.
I sat outside on the step, in the shelter of the doorway to avoid the falling snow. Raising the bottle, toasting the flickering street-light a few yards away, I worked my way round the lump in my throat and whispered, “Here’s to you, Rose, wherever you are. Remember I love you.” And with that, I buried my head in my arms and started to cry.
The purring of an engine did little to rouse me from my stupor, until a voice broke the relative silence to say, “You all right, buddy?” There was the click of a door, and I raised my head to look up. A woman, dressed in cast-off mechanics’ overalls, was standing on the pavement, looking down at me. Hurriedly I wiped my face on my sleeve, stumbling to my feet. “Erh, yeah, I’m ok really. Just a little emotional,” I slurred, not looking at her.
There was no response. Still staring at the ground in shame, I shrugged and looked at my bottle. I was just about to ask her to leave, when she suddenly spoke.
“Pete… Peter?”
I spun round to look at her, neatly depositing myself at her feet as I did so, the slippery snow and the alcohol doing nothing for my composure. She reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I looked at her, and saw in that worn face someone I knew, someone I loved. “Rose? Is… is that you?” She nodded, and her arms went out to me just as mine went out to her.
We stood, holding each other on the pavement, for long minutes. When she pulled back, she had tears on her cheeks. Without a word, she tugged me to her car, and drove in silence to my flat.
When we reached my flat I groped in my pockets for my key, finally extracting it and sheepishly proffering it to Rose, explaining, “I really doubt I could open this lock anytime soon!” She looked at me for a second, then took the key and opened the door, pulling me through and locking it behind her. I extricated myself from her grasp and stumbled to the bathroom, locking the door and then throwing up, hard, into the toilet. Pulling myself up and staring into the grimy mirror, I shook my head at the state I was in, and splashed some icy water on my face.
Still gasping from the shock of the cold water, I left the bathroom, walking discernibly straighter than before, and found Rose had put some coffee on to boil. I stood beside her at the kitchen counter and took her in my arms. Burying my head in her hair, I took in her scent, remembering it like she’d left only yesterday.
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Over coffee she told me what happened.
“The day I was due to meet you, I got car-jacked, around three hundred miles outside Moscow. It was a young man and his girlfriend. He kept his car, and gave mine to her. I heard later she died in it, but I don’t know anything about that. The guy – he called himself Vladimir – forced me into his car. Turns out that there’s a large Clan – maybe two hundred riders – who’ve taken up residence in what was once a peasant village, that was abandoned and forgotten in the Stalin purges. I don’t think it even has a name. They called it the Enclave.
“Vlad was surprisingly protective of me. The rapes I’d heard of never happened, though there were some close moments. He was pretty good to me, all in all.
“Turned out, though, that I knew just as much about cars as their best guys did, so I got drafted into the mechanics side of their clan. I spent three years working, doing that. Then, one day, a seriously beat up car was recovered by a clan member who subsequently flaked out and shot himself. No-one wanted the car, so I took it.
“It took me a year to do it up, starting from scratch, using parts from other totalled cars. And then, some guy, who didn’t like the fact Vlad wouldn’t let him get his leg over, nicked the fucking thing, and set it alight. A year’s work, lost like that. Vlad killed him for that, though. Sometimes I wonder if he fell in love with me.
“Still, it doesn’t matter. There I was, carless again. For the next ten months, I worked harder than ever, and managed to fix up another wreck. A shite car, but it had wheels.
“And then one night, I just upped and left. It took me a week to find out where I was. Since then, I’ve been on my way to Moscow – got a new car on the way – though it’s not much of an improvement. I’ve been searching for you for three weeks now. When I saw you at the bar tonight, I didn’t honestly think it could possibly be you. But… well, here we are.”
I sat in silence for a while, staring at her shoes. Then, lifting my head, I met her eyes. “I read about Vlad’s girl’s death in the paper – I thought it was you, in fact. Since you left, I’ve not done much with my life. Still the same old job, you know how it is. Met a few women, but… I just couldn’t relate to them. It’s good to see you, Rose.”
She nodded, setting down her coffee cup and taking mine from my hands. The coffee was cold now, anyway. “Well, it’s damn good to see you, Peter. But right now, I’d like to go to bed. I’ve not slept since yesterday night.”
I just nodded and led her to the bedroom, turning off the lights as she undressed and slid between the sheets. I disrobed and climbed in beside her, pulling her soft form to me. She rested her head on my chest, and, the room still trying to spin around me, I fell into sleep.
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When I woke up, the bed was empty. I rolled over and touched the spot where she’d been lying, and found that it was still warm. Sitting up, I cursed long and loud as my hangover kicked in, my head pounding like a jackhammer, right between my temples. The curtains had been drawn, revealing a grey and cloudy day. For a moment I lay in bed, my forearm over my eyes, and thought about last night, running into Rose after all those years.
The bedroom door clicked and swung open as Rose pushed it open with her foot, bearing a tray with a coffee pot and two mugs. She chuckled at me as I cringed as she flicked the lightswitch with her elbow, and I winced as she slammed the door with her foot. “Hungover much, then?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow. I could only nod.
She set the tray down on the bedside cabinet and sat on the bed. It finally dawned on me that she was dressed, and dressed in clothes she wasn’t wearing yesterday. Black T-shirt, black jeans, and faded motorcycle boots. “Did you go out?” I enquired, sitting up and pouring myself a mug of coffee. It steamed in the cold of my bedroom – the damn boiler was broken again, and I’d not got around to getting it fixed.
“Yeah,” she said. “You were spark out, so I thought I’d head off to – to where I’ve left the car, and get some things. I figured you wouldn’t wake up.” I nodded wryly, and drank great gulps of the coffee. “What time is it?” I asked. She checked her watch and told me it was just after nine. I cursed again, and struggled out of bed – spilling my bloody coffee on the way, too. “Shit, I’m late for fucking work. The boss’ll kill me!” She laughed at me, shaking her head, and pointed out that it was a Saturday. I looked at her, shaking my head at my own stupidity, and started to laugh. She laughed with me, and, as the laughter faded out, we sat there and looked at each other.
I studied her face. She was older than when I met her first, that was plain to see. Lines that hadn’t been there before were now etched, like great sorrows, into her face. Years of working in the wastelands of Russia, repairing cars, had ground in fine lines of oil that showed up like deep shadows on her face. She seemed almost hardened. But when she smiled, the years fell off, and it was like she was in that bar again, asking me for a seat.
That day was a little surreal. I go dressed and we went out. We walked for an hour or so, deep into the Moscow backstreets, down alleys that I didn’t even know existed. Finally, we came to a parking lot. There, at the end, was her car. It was nothing like the gleaming, sensual piece of engineering that she’d had when I met her. This, too, was black, but it was battered. Dents had been sprung out, but you could still see where they’d been. The wheel arches were muddy and smeared with dirty snow, and the windscreens were grey/brown sheets, punctuated with the clear glass where the wipers had done their work. It looked like a workhorse, rough but effective.
“Yeah, it does the fucking job, at least,” she quipped as she saw me study it. “We’ll take it back to yours – it’ll be a little safer than leaving it here, at least. Hop in.”
I got in, and she pulled off with the slightest of screeches. Cutting down a couple of overgrown alleys, she pulled out onto the main road to my flat, deftly inserting herself between two taxis that seemed, to me, to be almost nose to bumper. Nonetheless, she found the space somehow.
Pulling up by my flat, she pulled a dufflebag out of the boot, hefting it over her shoulder. We climbed the stairs to my apartment, let ourselves in, and she made lunch while I took a much needed shower. As I returned to the kitchen, she was rummaging through the dufflebag. I had a quick look in over her shoulder, and noticed the flash of banknotes. “Got some cash there, then? It’s ok, you don’t need to pay rent!” I quipped. “It’s not rent money – it’s all my money. Just before I found you I was planning on going South again, so I withdrew all my savings. 35 million roubles here.”
My eyebrows rose in shock as I calculated. “That’s nearly 3/4 of a million! Where the hell did you get that?!” She merely raised an eyebrow and bit into her sandwich. I sensed the discussion was closed.
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Life slipped into an easy rhythm in the next few days. I got up for work each day, she made me coffee. We left at the same time, she’d drop me off at work, and then drive off. Sometimes she wouldn’t return until late, 10 or 11 at night. She seldom spoke, and I seldom broke the silence. It wasn’t an uneasy one, mind. There just wasn’t much that either of us had to say. She was solitary, and I wasn’t exactly Mr Party either, so it suited us.
Often she’d come in late, and, without a word, crouch in front of me as I sat on the sofa and kiss me passionately, before pulling me into the bedroom. She’d climb on me and ride me without a sound, barely a shadow in the dark, collapsing on my chest as she came, before pulling me on top of her, clutching my shoulders as I emptied myself into her.
Sometimes she wept afterwards, silently, but I felt her tears on my shoulder. I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell me.
Months passed. Rose got a new car, gleaming and black, just like the old one. She spent many hours underneath it and inside the bonnet, tweaking it just right.
My parents died. They were rich, and, though I’d not spoken to them in years, they left me all their assets. I was their only son. Suddenly I was rich, and I didn’t know what to do with the money. I spoke to Rose about it, and she told me that I should do what my heart wanted. And with those words I did know what I wanted. As we sat in the kitchen on Saturday morning, naked, I said to her, “I want to do what you do. Between us, we have the money to never have to work again. We can be nomadic, like you used to be.”
She looked at me, hard. “This isn’t a decision you make on a whim, Peter. There’s no romance in this life. You have to love it to stick with it. It’s hard. It’s alienating. Still… it’d be great to have you with me.” And with that, she broke out into a smile. “C’mon, if you’re serious, let’s go. We’ll pick you up a car on the way. And, for God’s sake, some proper clothes!”
I grinned, like a little boy. For the first time, I felt free. We dressed quickly, me in jeans, jumper and desert boots, her in the black top, jeans and boots that I associated with her and Riding. She packed her dufflebag with the efficiency of someone who’s done it many times. “Take what you must, if anything. You don’t need clothes. But grab a bag for your cash – there’s no ATMs where we’re going.” I could only nod, hoping to hell that I was still in control.
We got into her car and roared off. I felt exhilarated and breathless. Stopping at my bank, I went inside with my dufflebag and requested the attention of the manager. I explained to him that I wished to withdraw all the money in my current and saving accounts and close them both. He seemed a little surprised, but complied without much persuasion. 117 million roubles, it came to, all told. 2.4 million, in Sterling. Like I said, my folks were rich.
Back in Rose’s car, we took off towards a car dealer. With money to spend, I could barely contain myself from buying the fastest thing they had, but Rose cautioned me. “You’ve got to eat, sleep in this thing. You’ve got to be able to drive for 30 hours without getting cramps. Don’t be a fool.” Taking her advice, I prowled around the cars in the lot, looking for the one. And, near the back, I found it. Midnight blue, a long swept bonnet and tapering tail, the engine roared like a velvet lion. The instant I slid into the seat, I knew for sure. It seemed to mould itself around me, like it had been built for me.
I bought it. The next few hours passed in something of a blur, as Rose played with the engine, making a few critical noises – but as many pleased ones, as well – installed some radio gear in the cars that I was certain I’d never figure out how to use, before stepping out, leaving the door wide open, with the words, “Enjoy. She should serve you well.” I slid in and gunned the engine, slipping out the dealership on Rose’s tail. Stopping only to pick up provisions for my car, along with maps, and a handgun and knife for my protection – even I knew that bears weren’t the worst things out there.
We stopped at the first motel on the East highway out of Moscow, and killed time until evening, playing pool – badly – and musing in silence over a pint or two. At last night began to fall. Rose got out the maps, and pointed to Tomsk. “That’s where we’re going this time. I’ve an – an old friend over there, who I’ve not seen in a little too long. It’s over 2000 miles, so we’re better get started. All being well, it’ll take us about 2, maybe 3 nights driving.” With a quick kiss to my forehead, she got into her car.
I shook myself out of my slight daze and followed suit. She gunned her car down the highway, and I followed, leaning back in the seat as my speed reached 100mph. I had a slight nagging disquiet in my mind – her tone of voice when she mentioned her friend had unsettled me. Shrugging it off, I got comfortable for the long drive to Tomsk.

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