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Homecoming Queen

Dear Diary –
I can’t believe this happened! I’ll do my best to remember every little bit…..
It all started on the way to the dance. Brad and Mike were late picking us up in the limo, and when they did finally get there, they were already drunk, and had most of the other guys from the team with them! I was pissed, but Courtney didn’t care, so we just got in and shut up.
The guys started passing around a bottle of vodka, so Court and I took swigs each time it came to us. Brad had gotten me drunk on my 18th birthday too. Then John, one of the other guys, started passing around a joint. The combo of the booze and weed had me pretty relaxed.
Courtney and Mike started making out, really getting into it, like there weren’t other people in the limo with us. Brad decided he wanted in on the fun too, so he turned towards me and leaned in for a kiss. The other guys seemed to not even be paying attention, so figured what the hell, and let Brad’s hands wander as we made out. They moved over my breasts (over my dress of course), along my back and arms, and down my waist. He reached under my dress and up my thighs…tickling me. He started rubbing my pussy over my panties, but the limo stopped, as we had reached our destination. I pushed Brad’s hands away, and straightened myself out. He seemed a little frustrated, but not upset.
A little while later, after we had gone inside the hall where the dance was being held, Brad and I wandered outside to see what was going on. We found Mike, Courtney, some of the limo guys, and some other guys hanging out by the fountain smoking weed from a pipe and complaining about how much the dance sucked. Brad said that his parents were out of town for the week, and if we wanted, we could all go back to his place. Everyone seemed to think that was a good idea, so we all got back into the limo.
I was pretty drunk by now, so when Brad suggested I sit on his lap for the ride to his house, I didn’t argue. We started kissing again…and I was being a tease, sucking on his lips and kissing up his jawline to his ears, then nibbling his earlobes. I could feel his cock hardening in his pants. I started hearing slurping sounds and moaning, and I looked over my shoulder to see Courtney on her knees in front of Mike, sucking his dick. And they definitely had an audience. I turned around so I could watch better as Court bobbed her head up and down Mike’s long shaft. She was trying to take as much as she could. I was mesmerized by the sight in front of me, and I could feel my little pussy getting wetter and wetter. All of a sudden, Mike grabbed Courtney’s hair and pushed her head down hard on his dick. She tried to say something, but it was muffled. She struggled a little bit, but he held her firm. He started grunting and I knew he was cumming. Poor Courtney, she looked so helpless. Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes, he left her go. She sat up and yelled at him “I had no choice but to swallow, you asshole!!” Brad thought that was pretty funny, and gave Mike a high five. Once again, the limo stopped at our destination.
Evidently, Brad had made some phone calls, because there were already a lot of people at his house when we arrived. The music was bumping, and tons of people, mostly guys, were dancing and just being rowdy. Brad, Mike, Courtney and I all went towards the back of the house, where the kegs were. After a couple glasses of beer Brad started dancing with me. He unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it down, exposing the corset like bra I was wearing. I was shocked and a little scared at first, but feeling too loose to care. He started kissing my neck and collarbone, going lower and lower to my chest, and then he unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. He’d never seen my tits, since we haven’t been dating that long. He took one nipple in his mouth, and then the other…tugging at them with his teeth and sucking hard. I saw that Mike and Courtney were watching and suddenly I got shy. I pushed Brad’s head away and told him that there were people in the room. He sighed and stopped, but when he stood up, I could see his rock hard cock bulging in his pants.
I started dancing again and Courtney came up to me. Mike had taken off her dress, leaving her in nothing but her slip. She grabbed my shoulders and leaned in, telling me the boys wanted to see us kiss. I had never kissed a girl before, but before I knew it, her hot lips were on mine. She darted her tongue in and out of my mouth, and kissed me like I kissed Brad. She walked me backwards to a small loveseat, where she sat me down and straddled me, kissing me harder and more intense. Then she started moving lower and lower, and I could hear chanting in the background from the guys, egging her on. She grasped my smallish tits and started licking my nipples. My head was spinning. I leaned back and closed my eyes. She stopped straddling me, and got down between my knees. She slid off my thong, which was the only thing I was still wearing, and started kissing me just above my slit. I was soooo wet. She moved her hands up my thighs to my little pussy, and spread my lips with her fingers, exposing my swelling clit. She blew on my hood, which made me jump a little. She gave a little giggle and then leaned it and flicked her tongue against my pink clit. I was in ecstasy. She continued to suck and lick and tug on my clit, and I could feel that I was going to cum. I think I said “I’m going to cum” because she started moving faster and harder against my little swollen button, making me cum so hard I saw spots in front of my eyes.
When I could finally see clearly again, Courtney had moved to a corner with Mike, and Brad was standing in front of me with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. I could see pre-cum glistening on the tip. He told me that that was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he asked me to suck his cock. I’d never given a blow job before, but I didn’t want him to know that, so I tried to remember what I had seen Court do earlier. I grasped his shaft with one hand and started to stroke as I brought the tip to my lips. I licked the pre-cum from the head, and he gave a little moan. I put the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, then I slid as much of him into my mouth as I could. He started thrusting his hips, fucking my face. He sped up faster and faster and grabbed the back of my head, keeping it still. He pumped harder and faster, and I could feel his dick getting harder and start to twitch. He told me he was going to cum and he wanted me to taste it. He slammed his cock into my throat, making me choke and tears well up in my eyes as I felt gobs of his hot jizz exploding in my mouth. I start to swallow as fast as I could, but it was too much for me and some dribbled onto my chin. He started to soften and he pulled out of my mouth.
Sucking him off and taking his cum made me so horny. It didn’t matter that I was a vrigin. I needed to feel him inside of me. I told him that I wanted to feel his cock inside of my pussy, and he sat down on the loveseat. He told me to get on top of him. I had to confess then that I had never gone all the way before. He was surprised, and told me that he’d try to be gentle. I climbed on top of him, positioning myself so that the head of his dick was at the very opening of my little tunnel. I was starting to get scared, but he told me to just relax. He grabbed my hips and started to lower me down onto him. It was so painful I wanted to scream, but instead I just gritted my teeth. He pushed his hips up, and pressed down on mine, trying to fit himself inside of me. Finally I felt him slide in. I let out a cry, and he pulled me down close to him. He stayed still inside of me to let me get used to him, and then slowly started pumping in and out. With every thrust, he’d go deeper, and although it hurt, it was starting to feel good too. He bucked his hips, and he went all the way inside of me. I could feel his balls smashed against my asshole. He told me he didn’t want to cum in me this way, and he lifted me completely off of him. My tight pussy felt so stretched and sore, but I enjoyed the feeling.
One of the guys who had been watching Brad and I came up to me as I reclined on the floor, letting my aching kitty rest. He asked if I’d ever fantasized about being with two guys at the same time. I told him that I had, but never thought it would happen. He told me he could make it happen, and laid down on a padded bench he had moved away from the wall. I got on all 4’s and crawled between his legs. His cock was rock hard, and standing straight up in the air. I took as much of it into my mouth at one time as I could. I moved my head up and down as fast as I could, making my ass wiggle. Brad got down behind me and started licking my stretched pussy, and tiny pink asshole. He got my little backdoor all slippery with spit, and he slowly eased in a finger up to his knuckle. He asked me if it felt good, and I shook my head. Instead of pulling his finger out, he spit on my hole and pushed it in a little farther. It was uncomfortable, but not really painful, so I let him continue. He started finger fucking my ass, while sticking lick and spitting on it. He stopped suddenly and had me climb on top of the other guy. He grabbed my hips and slid me down on the guy’s cock. I was relieved that it was smaller than Brad’s. I was facing the other guy, and he started pulling and twisting my nipples. I felt Brad’s hands on my hips again, and then I felt the head of his dick pressed up against my asshole. My eyes got wide, and the guy underneath me started rubbing my clit and telling me to relax. Brad pushed hard against my tight asshole, and I felt him smear something down there. He pushed again and I felt the head of his dick slide into me. I nearly hit the roof. The guy beneath me held me down by my shoulders and Brad bucked his hips, burying the rest of his cock in my tiny butt! I started yelling at him to stop, that it hurt way too bad, but he didn’t listen, he just kept saying that it would get better. He fucked my tight ass while the other guy was balls deep in my already sore pussy. Another guy came up and gave me a drink of tequila straight out of the bottle, and then another. The tequila burned my throat, but anything to take my mind off my ass been torn open. Brad slammed into me over and over…saying he was going to cum in my ass because he had never cum in a girl’s ass before. He slowed down some and starting making shallow thrusts. He squeezed my shoulders and pushed me down hard onto both of their cocks and said “Ohhhh fuuuuck”. I felt pulse after pulse of his cock shooting his load into my virgin butthole. When he was done, he pulled out and stepped back so the other guy could finish. He pumped madly at my sore pussy, making me squeal and yelp. He pushed me off and told me to take his cum on my face. Stream after stream hit my lips, eyes and face, and some even landed on my tits. He came so much.
After that, I passed out. I woke up next to Courtney, who looked pretty worse for wear. I can only imagine what she’d done the rest of the night…..

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Great Mom Pt. 12

This is sequel to NKL13’s awesome series : Great Mom… Found it on another site and posting so users here can enjoy too…

Reminiscing

The sexual tension was killing me. I’ve been through this before but today I couldn’t anymore. I think it was the sex in the air that made me walk toward him that night at the party.
“Hey Matt. Enjoying the party?” “Liz, hey, party’s ok, you look…great.” I knew he wanted to say more than great, the way he was looking at me said it all.
“Thanks, I kinda noticed you kept looking at me so I decided to come over and see what’s up, so…what’s up?” I said with a giggle.
“Nothing much, everyone’s either dancing or fucking upstairs or outside. Sometimes I get annoyed that I’m the only guy left holding my cup in the corner. Well…except for that guy there,” I looked to where he was pointing a noticed a nerdy guy from school in the kitchen trying to scoot away from a couple going hard on the counter.
We laughed a little then decided to go outside where not much people were. We sat on the furthest unoccupied land at the back of the house. Him holding his protein shake, and me holding my water bottle.
“It’s been a while, I haven’t seen or spoken to you in so long,” he said.
“Yeah true, I think it’s been about 3 months or so, wow, we used to stay up all night on the phone talking about anything and everything. What happened to us?”
“School.”
“Ugh, kill me now! I wish I could go back to the good old days when I just cry and mum comes running in with a bottle in hand.” “Yep, those were the days, life was so carefree.”
Hey lay down on the grass with an arm around his neck. He had such a great body. He was such a health freak. Always eating healthy, going gym, jogging around the park, he never ate anything without checking the ingredients. He was a craze. I was the complete opposite. I aimed to at least eat Maccas every Monday, Friday and Saturday. I was very lazy but my fast metabolism kept me fit.
I lay next to him scooting closer so my head rested on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and let out a sigh.
“What’s up?” “Just reminiscing; Remember when we were 8 and I promised you that no matter how far, busy or sick we were, I would always call you, no matter what?” “Yeah I remember that, wow, I guess the old us never knew what hit them.” I giggled.
“Yeah I guess so.”
We lay in silence for a while, reminiscing old times. Then he took his arm off me and sat up. I sat up and looked at him puzzled.
“Can I tell you something?” “Of course, you can tell me anything, you know you can.” “Well…see I’m having some difficulty with this girl and … well I could really use some advice. What should I do?”
“Never thought you would ever need advice, weren’t girls lining up to be with you after you broke up with Jane last month?”
“Yeah, but this is different. The girl…well she means a lot to me and I know her really well. She’s a really good friend and over the years I’ve noticed her more and more and how life without her can be…unbearable.”
I started thinking of who the girl was. My guess was his bestie from primary, Kate.
bestest hugs ever.” With that I tackled him with a hug bear hug, spraying us both on the grass again. He returned the hug with a tight squeeze and after a few laughs we pulled away. When I went to sit up again he held me down. I looked at him. I felt so self-conscious because his eyes were staring into mine.
“I love your laugh.” I felt myself blush and buried my face in my hair. I hated him for always doing this to me. He always made me blush. He was always the flirt, the charmer.
“I love your eyes. I love your honesty. I love who you are, I love the fact that I know who you are. I love how no matter how far apart we have been, we can still met like everything’s normal. Liz, I love you.” He lifted my face out of my hair and kissed me hard on the lips. At first I was confused, and then I was lost in time. I felt as though I was floating in the clouds. I felt as though all noises happening around us were suddenly shut off and it was only me and Matt at the party. I’ve known him since I was 4 and he was my best friend since then. It would be a lie if I said I never fantasied about us being together. Who wouldn’t fantasise about Matt, he was hot! I wrapped my arms around his head and deepened the kiss. We pulled away for a moment. I realized I was still sitting on top of him, so I got off to allow him to sit up properly too.
“WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, its saabout time youse too kissed. Mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa. HAHA.” See how there is always one guy at a party who gets really drunk and can’t hold down his liquor? Well that guy announced to the whole party that: “Liz and Matt … hold on … (barf) … they … (barf)”. By then everyone went back to whatever it was they were doing. No one noticed us.
I looked at Matt, I’ve always wanted to be with him, and now he just told me he loved me. A girl’s dream come true.
“I love you too, Matt. I’ve always loved you.”
We embraced in a kiss one more time before he picked me up and took me to his car.
“Where are we going?” I asked. “It’s a surprise,” he sat me in the passenger seat and walked around to the driver’s seat, started the car and speed off into the night. He grabbed my hand while he drove and I looked out the window trying to figure out where he was taking us.
When he finally stopped the car I realised he had taken us to the spot where we would always go to when we young. Jeremy’s Garden was the most beautiful and most peaceful place I’ve ever been to. It was full of beautiful smelling flowers and there was a lake in the middle which was where Matt taught me how to swim.
“Oh my god, I haven’t been here in ages!” I looked around in wonder, remembering all the fun times.
“Remember when you were angry with your parents for not buying you Maccas so you dragged me out of my house just to come here and swim?”
“Yeah I remember. They didn’t make nice food and forced me to eat it, I still am angry at them for not getting me Maccas, want to swim?”
“Way ahead of you, I turned to look at him and noticed that he was already stripping down to his briefs. He ran and dived into the water, spraying water all over my clothes.
“Come on, take your clothes off and get in, the water’s calling you. Liz…Liz…I miiiiiiiiissssssssss yyyoooouuuuuuu.”
I laughed as I undressed. Completely oblivious to the fact that I was undressing in front of Matt and that he was staring at me the whole time. I took of my top and skinnies, leaving me in my singlet and undies. I ran and dove into the water. It felt so cool and … wet.
I rose out of the water and felt Matt come up behind me and pick me up. He threw me over his shoulder sending me plummeting into the water again. I came out and looked around for Matt.
“Matt? Matt? Oh, come on please, don’t do this to me, stop it please. Matt?”
I felt something pull on my leg, making me fall into the water. I heard Matt laughing and rose out of the water and jumped on him.
“STOP IT!” I screamed in his face.
“Ok, Ok, I’ll stop. Promise.” He wrapped his arms around my legs that were wrapped around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re so beautiful, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He kissed me hard on the lips. I moved my hands up into his hair. I loved his hair. I never let him cut it short. I loved it wild and messy. I moved my body closer to his, closing the gap between us and started grinding against him. He lowered his hands and grabbed me pushing me even closer. He pulled away from the kiss and started kissing my neck. I threw my head back, still tangling my hands in his hair and grinding up against his body. He bit down hard on my neck making a little moan escape from my lips. I felt his lips curve into a smile on my neck. Then he reached up and tore off my singlet, throwing away. He worked his way down to my breasts, again biting me and making me moan in pleasure and pain. He swiftly unhooked my bra and threw it away. While I was moaning away, he was roughly massaging my boob and with his tongue he was caressing my nipple. When he bit down, I was more than expecting him to do that. I always knew him as a biter. He moved back to my lips and we made out one more time before he picked me up walked out of the water and lay me down on car hood, which was only a few meters away. He lay on top of me and kissed me while I took off his wet briefs. He took off my undies and opened my legs wider with his hands. Before he put in his already erect penis in he slipped to fingers up my vagina. I pulled my head back, arching my back slightly and letting out moans with every push and pull. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out till I came and then he pulled his fingers out and slipped in his tongue. I wrapped my legs around his head and elevated my pelvis. After sucking up all the juices and caressing my clit with his tongue, he finally pulled away and rammed his penis hard into me. I arched my back to breaking point and let out a loud scream in pain, which was then turned to moans of pure pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him harder into me. He hunched over me and I bit down hard into his shoulder blade. I didn’t stop biting till I could taste blood. He was still thrusting his pelvis in and out of me for a while before I felt him cum. He froze for a moment while the whole load burst into me. He pulled out of me a collapsed next to me on the car hood. In pain, I decided to leave my legs open till I could move them. We both lay on top of the car, breathing heavily and looking up at the sky.
“You…were…amazing.” I said between breaths.
“Thanks…so…were…you.”
After what felt like hours we got up, collected whatever clothes we could find, which for him was everything and me only my bottoms (my top was lost in the grass somewhere), and drove away from Jeremy’s Garden. Adding yet another cherished memory.

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The Mummy

“Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. All it is, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.”
-Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”
***
It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead.
Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If she listened carefully enough, would she hear the ancient pharaohs and priests touching the possessions they were buried with, or caressing the outlines of their own mummified bodies? Would she hear them ask what became of their sacred tombs? Would she hear their prayers?
She took her glasses off and pinched the brow of her nose. God, I’ve been working here too long, she thought. She drank her cold coffee and looked around the cluttered office. I should go home. It’s too late to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love the collection. Bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed at the Rosicrucian because she wanted to be with the collection. The collection was what her life was all about. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb, too. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the old kings, tending the dead forever.
Someone knocked on her office door. She jumped. “Dr. Hiller?” said a voice on the other side. She groaned; Marcus. She’d forgotten he was still in the building.
“Come in,” she said. He looked slightly sheepish standing in her doorway. He always did.
“I finished in D-Gallery like you asked.” He looked at the floor rather than at her, idly clicking the box cutter he used to remove the wire from the shipping crates open and closed. She always told him he’d lose a finger if he kept doing that.
“Good,” she said, moving papers around her desk in a meaningless way.
“Is there anything else?” he said.
She thought. “Inventory the new artifacts for A-Gallery one more time. Then you can go. Make sure everything is in the right place. But don’t touch anything this time.” She still hadn’t looked at him. Maybe if she didn’t look at him he wouldn’t ask. He made it as far as the door before turning around. Damn, she thought.
“Dr. Hiller, I was wondering—”
“No,” she said.
He blinked. “I didn’t even finish?”
“Would I like to join you for a drink after work? That’s what you were going to ask, right?”
“Well, my friend is opening a new bar in San Francisco tonight and I thought we could drive up.”
“It’s late.”
“We can still make the after-party.”
She sighed. “You’re my assistant, and it’s not appropriate for us to date.”
“One drink?”
“Is one too many. Go do inventory. Now.”
He shut the door very quietly behind him. Sharon pinched the bridge of her nose again. A headache was coming on. Where was the rest of that coffee?
She was in the middle of pouring and wondering whether falling asleep at your desk this many times per week was a warning sign of something or other when she heard Marcus screaming. She took the time to place the full coffee cup on her desk without spilling a drop before running out.
She took the stairs to A-Gallery two at a time and, out of habit, inventoried the room with a sweep of her eyes as she entered: the sarcophagus of Lady Mesehti straight ahead, the entrance to the replica tomb to the right, the collection of canopic jars and mummified animals against the near wall, and against the back wall the new relics from the tomb of Usermontu, vizier to Horemheb. Marcus was standing next to Usermontu’s sarcophagus; the display case was open, and was the lid off. “Marcus! What the fuck are you doing?” she said.
He looked up. “There’s something in here! There’s something in—oh my God, did you just swear? I’ve never heard you—”
She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him away from the display. He nearly fell over.
“WHAT are you doing? Did you open the sarcophagus? After I specifically told you not to touch anything you just go and put your hands on our brand-new, incredibly old, incredibly valuable, INCREDIBLY fragile—”
“I thought I heard something moving in there. I was afraid a rat might have gotten in and damaged it, so I peeked.”
“You should have gotten me,” said Sharon. She felt her face go red and realized she was clenching her hands into fists. “Marcus, you have really crossed the line this time. I can’t continue to allow you to—”
“There’s a mummy,” he said.
She stopped. “What?”
“In the coffin. There’s a mummy in there.”
She blinked, then shook her head. “No there’s not.”
He nodded. “Yes, there is, I just saw it, I was looking right at it. Hell, it was looking right at me. See for yourself.”
Sharon went to the display. “This is just Usermontu’s sarcophagus, Marcus, Usermontu isn’t in it. There were no remains when—”
She looked inside and screamed. She put a hand to her chest and stepped back.
“I told you,” said Marcus.
“Shut up,” said Sharon.
She stepped up to the display again. The mummy lay with its arms folded over its chest, held tilted up and chin angled down. Its skin was black with bitumen, and there were no wrappings on it except for a few stray scraps of linen. Sharon exhaled in a rush.
“Well?” said Marcus.
“Well what?”
“Is it real?”
“I don’t know. Go to my office and find the number for the seller.”
“Why?”
“Oh, no reason, I just thought that the man who sold us this artifact would want to know that he mislaid a three-thousand-year-old dead body. Nothing major.”
Marcus checked his watch. “It’s a three-hour time difference?”
“People wake up for this kind of thing.”
She examined the mummy while Marcus was gone. It was in excellent condition, especially considering it had been unwrapped; it still had fingernails, and eyelids, and what looked like a few hairs on its scalp. The mouth was slightly open and the dried, flat stump of a tongue peeked out. One of its kneecaps was gone, but other than that it looked intact. It was an incredible find; but where the hell had it come from?
There was no answer when she called the seller. She left a message saying that there was an urgent problem with the artifact and to please call back. She and Marcus stood over the mummy, staring at it, neither of them sure what to say. Marcus brought a heavy flashlight from her office and she shone it over the body. “For the record,” she said after a moment, “I haven’t forgotten that you touched the display.”
“Got it,” said Marcus.
“I may still get you fired. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Got it,” he said again. “So what’s the deal? Did the other museum seriously not know they had a mummy in this thing?”
“This didn’t come from a museum, it was a private collection. And yes, I would guess that they never knew. Very likely they never opened it. But that still doesn’t explain how it got in there.”
Marcus circled it. “Maybe it’s Usermontu?”
“Couldn’t be,” said Sharon, “they’d have checked when they recovered the coffin. Someone that prominent doesn’t just sit in a box for all these years without anyone finding him. Someone must have had a stray mummy to stash at some point and just…stuck it in here. And this style looks all wrong for a Rammeside-era embalming anyway. I mean, that’s just a preliminary guess, but look at the quality of the—”
Marcus jumped back. “Jesus!”
Sharon looked up. “What?”
“It moved!”
She frowned. “Don’t be silly.”
“I just saw its hand move, look!” Marcus pointed. He’d gone pale and his voice was trembling.
“It was a trick of the light,” said Sharon.
“But I heard something move in the sarcophagus before I opened it, and now it just did it again. I’m telling you, I know what I saw!”
Sharon sighed and looked up. “Look, ignoring the very obvious fact that he’s dead, his body would crumble to dust if there was so much as the slightest — ”
She stopped. Something was touching her wrist. It felt leathery and dry. She tried to talk but her voice cracked. She swallowed hard and tried again. “Marcus?” she said.
He whimpered.
“Marcus, tell me what’s touching my hand.”
“Why don’t you look?” His eyes were wide as two hard-boiled eggs.
“Because I don’t want to look,” Sharon said. Her voice shook. Whatever it was, it squeezed her wrist harder. Marcus was hyperventilating. Sharon’s blood froze. I don’t want to look, she thought. I don’t want to look.
But she looked anyway.
***
When she woke up, Sharon was lying at the feet of Osiris.
He wore the feathered crown, and he held the crook and the flail as he looked down at her with a blank, inscrutable expression. The walls were rough stone, and the light was dim and yellow. I’m in the tomb replica, she realized. Look, there are the pillars, and there’s the spirit door, and there’s where three of the lights are burnt out and make a tripping hazard on the stairs.
She rolled over and felt two hands support her under her arms, pulling her to her feet. When she turned Marcus was there, smiling with just the corners of his mouth. Sharon put a hand to her head. She had the mother of all migraines. She tried to blink away the grogginess. “What happened?” she said.
“You fainted,” said Marcus. He had not taken his hands off of her yet, and she did not think to tell him to.
“Where are—? Why are we in here?”
“We’re hiding,” said Marcus. He smirked more, as if trying very hard not to laugh at a private joke.
“From what?” said Sharon, though she already knew the answer.
“It got up,” said Marcus. “It’s out there walking around right now. It looks lost, actually.”
“That’s insane,” said Sharon. She took a half step back, out of his arms.
“Maybe,” said Marcus. “But it still happened. You saw it. Well, you saw it move, anyway, just like I said, and then it touched you, and then—”
“Shut up,” said Sharon, her voice loud in the confines of the plaster tomb. Marcus stared at her, eyes blank. “It didn’t happen,” she said, quieter. “It didn’t.”
“Then why did you faint?”
“Stress. Lack of sleep. Overwork. Sexual frustration.” She frowned. She hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.
“If you say so,” said Marcus.
Sharon put a hand to her head. “Marcus, why would we come in here to hide anyway?”
“I thought maybe it would be afraid, you know, to come into a tomb that isn’t its own.” He shrugged. “Sounds crazy, but it’s that kind of night. It didn’t follow us, anyway.” His voice sounded strange, like he didn’t know what emphasis to put on each word.
“How long was I out?” said Sharon.
“Just a few minutes.”
She shifted against him, realizing that he had closed the distance between them and once more had his arms around her waist. “Let me go please,” she said.
“Why?”
She looked at him. “Because I asked you to.”
“But that’s not what you want.”
He backed her against the wall. The uneven plaster rubbed through her blouse.
“What the hell are you doing?” she said.
“What you want me to.” He reached for the buttons on her blouse. “I know you’ll never make a move on your own, so just let me do the hard part. Pretend you said no, if it makes you feel better.”
“That kind of talk can land you in prison,” she said.
“But will it?” he said, popping a button. Sharon slapped him so hard that it hurt her wrist. He backed away, pressing a hand to his face.
“Jesus!” he said. “Okay, fine, you don’t have to take it that far. I was just playing around.”
She balled up a fist to hit him, but then checked herself. “Playing around?”
He shrugged. “I thought you liked it that way,” he said, affecting casualness.
She began hyperventilating. “You…arrogant, selfish, presumptuous, stupid, unfeeling—!”
He burst into laughter. She’d never heard him laugh that way. He sounded like he’d lost his mind. Maybe he has, she realized. He did tell her that the mummy got up and walked away, after all.
The mummy!
“Come on,” she said, “quit fooling around, we need to go check on the condition of that artifact and—”
“Sharon, don’t go out there,” said Marcus, giggling under his breath but more or less regaining his composure. “I really think it’s dangerous.”
She paused at the entrance. The gallery outside was dark, but she could see that the mummy was no longer in its sarcophagus. Had Marcus moved it? He came up behind her, whispering in her ear. “Come on Sharon. Forget that dead thing for a second. I’m alive, and I’m right here.”
“You must be drunk. Or insane. I’ve never heard you talk like this.” She didn’t turn around.
“Not even in your dreams?”
“Stop it.” He was massaging her shoulders. It felt good.
“I’m sorry about a second ago,” he said. “I really thought that was how you liked it, but you know I wouldn’t try to hurt you. I was an ass. Let me make it up to you.”
He kissed the side of her neck. She shivered. “We have to call the owners,” she said. “And try to call the buyer again, and—”
“Later,” he said. “It’ll keep. The damn thing will still be dead when we’re done.” His arms wrapped around her, and his hands glanced the underside of her breasts. He kissed her neck again, and something inside of her snapped. He cupped her breasts through her blouse and she turned, looking up at him. And then she grabbed him by the hair, pulling his mouth to hers. Hell with it, she thought, odds are we’re both going to lose our jobs tomorrow anyway. Why not make a move while I still can?
She kissed him hard while pushing on his chest, backing him against the wall. She pinned his shoulders and kissed him again, their tongues tangling as she ground into him, feeling the line of their bodies mesh.
He seemed flustered and out of breath. His touch was insistent, but clumsy, and his kiss uncertain; it reminded her of middle school make-out sessions. Was Marcus really this inexperienced? Sharon took his wrists, guiding them, showing him how to take his time. His hands ran up and down her back as she pulled open the buttons of her blouse and threw it down. She tore his shirt off, and their naked skin touched, sending an electric current through her.
Marcus came up for air and looked at her with a strange expression. “Where’d that come from?” he said.
“What do you mean?” She was nibbling his neck.
“You’re pretty aggressive for someone who was saying no a few minutes ago.”
“Shut up,” she said again, taking hold of his wrists and pulling him down with her as she lay on her back. The plaster floor of the tomb was uneven and her bare back chafed. She spent a few clumsy seconds unhooking her bra, then pressed Marcus’ face to her bare breasts; he seemed tentative at first, but after a moment he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, catching it between his teeth so that she cried out in sudden pain, then soothing it with the flicking of his tongue.
Sharon looked up at the low ceiling tinged yellow by the dim emergency lights, putting her hands over her head to give Marcus free range. What the hell am I doing, she thought? Well, really, she knew perfectly well what she was doing, and knew that really it had only been a matter of time, but why now? And why like this? The tomb felt tight and claustrophobic. She imagined being buried alive in here, trapped forever, and then pushed the thought away.
She loosened her belt and wriggled out of her pants, pushing them down her hips and wincing a little as the floor scraped the backs of her thighs. Her panties came down easily, and she put Marcus’ hand between her legs. He had a far-off look, but now the reluctance and confusion he’d shown just a few minutes before melted away. He stroked the length of her with two fingertips, teasing her outer lips and the delicate flesh that parted them. She sucked a breath between her teeth.
He leaned in and bit the side of her neck, once, as the tip of one finger pushed into her for a just a second before retreating. She moaned, squirming, and ran her fingernails down his bare shoulders. “More,” she said.
He smirked. “What’s the magic word?”
She dug her nails into his back harder, and he cried out. “Now,” she said.
He pushed one finger all the way in and she parted for him, growing wet and hot at the invasion. She groaned deep, clawing him again to signal that she wanted more. A second finger joined the first, and they began to move inside of her, pumping in and out with a quick, driving motion. Her body lit up. Sharon let her head loll to one side, eyes rolled back as Marcus’ other fingers glanced against her clit. Now she couldn’t think, and she preferred it that way; don’t think about your job, don’t think about your future, don’t even think about the man you’re with, just feel what’s happening right this moment and that’s it.
Marcus turned his wrist over halfway and Sharon bit her lip, held it for a second, and then gave in, screaming, “Ohhh my God, you fucking bastard!” Marcus stopped, as if unsure, so she wrapped her legs around him and kicked the back of his calves with her heels, spurring him. He turned his wrist back the other way, twisting his fingers inside of her, and she felt herself drench him.
The inside of her grew tighter and hotter. She put her hands over her mouth, groaning through her fingers “That’s it you fucking bastard, fuck me.” He looked startled. She pulled his head in again.
“Come on Marcus,” she said, “don’t you want to talk dirty to me?”
“I…don’t know—” he said.
“Don’t you want to call me a filthy tramp?” she said.
He licked his lips. “Yes,” he said, though he sounded uncertain.
“What about a dirty whore?” she said. He had not stopped pushing his fingers up inside of her.
“Yes,” he said, more assured. She whimpered.
“Do you want to call me a cock-hungry slut?”
“Yes,” he said, and bit her lip.
“Then fuck me,” Sharon said. “Fuck me like a little slut. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Marcus took some time getting his pants down, and when he finally did he just stared at his cock, seemingly dumbfounded. What is wrong with him, she thought? He was acting like a man with a concussion, and it occurred to her that he really might not be in his right mind, that she might somehow be taking advantage of him. But before she could have any more second thoughts, he gripped himself by the base and pushed between her legs, finding the slippery wet entrance to her sex and slipping inside.
His entry was clumsy and she winced, briefly pained. His eyes widened and his face flushed, and he looked like a schoolboy seeing his first pair of breasts. This is getting embarrassing, she thought. But after a few more awkward minutes, Marcus eased into a hard, persistent rhythm that rocked her back and forth against the floor. She felt her shoulders bruise and knew her back would be killing her the next day, but she encouraged him anyway, continuing to give him little kicks with her heels to indicate when he should speed up. She had him going faster and faster, gradually increasing his pace. In the soft yellow light she saw beads of sweat standing out on his naked skin.
Sharon felt the pulsing length sliding in and out. She felt it pushing the ache inside of her up and out, rising and rising until it spilled out of her mouth in a stream of moans and obscenities: “That’s it you fucking little shit, fuck me like the nasty little cunt whore that I am.” Marcus looked shocked again, but she didn’t stop talking: “Put me down on the ground and spread my legs and treat me like I deserve. Keep doing it just like that; make me your filthy little fuck slave, Marcus.”
Marcus tensed and she watched his body quaver. It seemed the dirty talk was too much stimulation for him, as she felt a hot squirt inside of her. “That’s it,” she said, whispering, her mouth right next to his, “fill me up. Fill me all up, Marcus.” Marcus shuddered and writhed, and she bucked with her hips, pushing up against him, drawing him close, holding him while his muscled flexed and contorted and he pumped into her again and again. She felt burning hot inside, and then a sudden, cold empty feeling as he finished, sliding out, sitting back and appearing stunned. She laid there, waiting for her heart to stop racing. She rolled over to look at the wall. A blush spread over her cheeks. Marcus said nothing. When her voice came to her she said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I…wasn’t myself.”
“You weren’t yourself?” said Marcus. Then, his voice rising: “You weren’t yourself?” And he began to laugh hysterically again. Sharon’s face burned. She stood, turning her back to him, collecting her clothes. She dressed in silence while he laughed. She wanted to hit him again. Instead she took several deep breaths and sorted out what to say next.
“Marcus—” she said.
He interrupted “That wasn’t at all what I expected,” he said.
She stopped, took another deep breath, and began again: “Marcus, what just happened was a mistake. In fact, a lot of things that happened tonight were mistakes.”
He leaned against the tomb wall, eyes half closed. It was hard to say if he was listening. She plowed on.
“Since it’s at least partly my fault, I won’t cause any trouble for you, but I don’t think it’s appropriate that we work together anymore. I’ll have you moved to someone else’s project tomorrow. For tonight, let’s just get all of this mess sorted out.”
She crossed her arms and waited. He didn’t say anything. Eventually she said:
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Where is the mummy? How did you move it?”
He grinned. “I told you, it went for a walk all on its own.”
She sighed. “We don’t have time for this.”
He shrugged. “If you don’t believe me, just turn around.”
“Marcus, this is not funny.”
“No,” he said, “it’s not.” And he turned her around. It standing at the tomb entrance, staring with empty eyes, reluctant to cross the threshold. There was a sound like dry leaves rustling and old timbers creaking as the mummy swayed, obviously pained to hold itself up. But it stood. And it moved.
“There we are,” said Marcus. His voice sounded strange again, as though he were faking some kind of accent. “Satisfied? No, don’t faint again, we don’t have time. You,” he pointed at the mummy, “go back out to the gallery please, and wait for us. Sharon and I have a few things to discuss.”
The dead thing moved slowly but eventually it teetered out toward the gallery proper. The rustling of its dried flesh was audible the entire time.
Sharon swooned and Marcus caught her. She buried her face against his chest and sobbed once or twice.”There now, it’s okay,” he said.
“It’s — it’s alive!” she said.
“Not really,” said Marcus.
Sharon shuddered all over. “But it moved! It got up and, and—” she fumbled for words.
“It’s animated by what they call the akh, something like a ghost. A ritually preserved body is a vessel that the akh can hide in. That’s how the old priests used to explain it, anyway.
“Of course, the akh can leave too. The akh hidden in a mummy can, for example, enter the body of a living person instead. Yes, it can do that, if it’s had thousands of years to plan such things.”
His voice became brittle. Sharon froze in place, her heart beating faster and faster. “What are you talking about?” she said.
“Just some fascinating tidbits for your research,” he said, holding her tighter, constricting her so that she couldn’t move.
“Marcus,” she said, “what the hell are you doing?”
“Marcus?” he said, eyes lighting up. “No. I have rather enjoyed being Marcus for a few hours though. I suspect I got more out of it than he ever dd.”
Sharon pulled away, but Marcus (not Marcus, she realized, panicking) had too firm a grip. She was stronger than him, she knew, but he had leverage, height, and surprise in his favor. She tried to slap him again but her arms were pinned.
“Now, now,” he said, talking as though to a child, “there’s no point in trying to hurt me. This isn’t even my body, so I don’t care what happens to it, but Marcus probably does. If you want to help him, then the first thing you’ll have to do is behave.” He raised an eyebrow. She stopped struggling. “If I let you go,” he said, “do you promise not to run?”
Sharon gritted her teeth, but nodded. He let go. She backed away. He took two steps forward, arms out, but she held up a finger. “Stay right there,” she said. “Don’t come near me.”
“Well, it’s a little late for that; I’ve been very near you already. But as you will.” He sat on the plaster sarcophagus. Minutes passed in silence. Sharon wrestled panic. Every time she was about to say something she looked at him and felt sick. He remained silent, and waited.
Sharon took a deep breath and, without looking directly at him, said, “Who are you?”
“My name is Ta’Awa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He actually went as if to shake her hand.
She hesitated before the next question. “Are you…the mummy?”
He shrugged. “Well, that’s not strictly accurate; a mummy is not a person, it’s just a vessel for a soul. But yes, the mummy was made from my body, and I was in it for a long time. And now I’m out.” He put his hands out to the side. “Ta-da.”
Sharon shook her head. “How do you speak English?”
“The last owner of that mummy was an Englishman; I’ve listened to the language for decades. In fact, I know a lot of languages. You pick up on things, listening to people.”
“But what about Marcus? What did you do to Marcus?” Her voice went up an octave.
“Oh, not much, just traded places with him. Until I let him out. Which I will, shortly. I’m sorry about the pretense of hiding in this room, by the way; I thought a scare would help put you in the mood.”
“In the mood? Wait a minute!” said Sharon, standing up straighter. “If you’re not Marcus, then why did you—I mean we—we—!” She bit her lip.
“Ah, yes,” said Ta’Awa, looking sheepish for a moment. “I can explain that.”
Sharon waited. Ta’Awa said nothing. “So?” she said.
“Hmm?”
“Explain!”
Ta’Awa shrugged. “Look, it’s been thousands of years and I saw an opportunity, what did you want me to do?” He examined his nails. “Besides, I thought this might be my only chance to see what it was like…as a man.”
He looked up. Sharon frowned, and then his meaning dawned on her. She gaped.
“Do you mean—?”
“Surely you realized that ‘Ta’Awa’ is a feminine name?” he said.
“Oh. My. God.” Sharon had to sit down.
“God? Yes, you have a strange notion of gods these days. I was a priestess of Sekhmet for most of my life.”
“This can’t be happening.”
“I’ll admit the circumstances are a bit odd,” said Ta’Awa, “but there’s really nothing wrong with—”
Sharon turned and walked away. She heard Ta’Awa calling after her, but she ignored it, focusing on the entry to the gallery as though it were the only thing in the world. She was almost there when the skeletal figure blocked her path. At first she panicked but after thinking for a moment she stopped and said, “Marcus! Marcus, are you okay?”
The mummy’s leathery face was blank, incapable of expression. She wanted to touch him but was afraid of how fragile the body must be.
“Marcus?” she said. “Can you hear me? Marcus!”
“He can hear you,” said Ta’Awa, emerging from the tomb behind them. “But he probably has no idea what’s going on.”
Sharon backed away. Ta’Awa pointed to the mummy and said, “Go. Rest.” The mummy turned and walked back to the sarcophagus, lying down inside and becoming still. Ta’Awa stood over the case, looking at the shrunken, skeletal thing. “Strange,” she said, “to look at it and think that it was once me.”
“Look, are you going to help him or not?” said Sharon.
“Of course,” said Ta’Awa. “It was fun to try, but I have no desire to remain in Marcus’ body forever.”
“What then? What do you want?” said Sharon.
“Can’t you guess?” said Ta’Awa. “I don’t want Marcus’ body, Sharon. I want yours.”
Sharon was stunned. Half a minute passed before she managed to gasp out, “What?”
Now Ta’Awa looked surprised. “You mean you didn’t realize? There are only two bodies here, after all, and I don’t want this one.”
“But why do you need any body at all? You’re dead; you’re ancient for crying out loud, why are you doing this?” They stood on opposite sides of the display now, the mummy stretched between them.
“Because I’m awake, in a way that I haven’t been for centuries,” said Ta’Awa. “I’ve been asleep for so long. I’m tired of eternal life; I just want to live.” Her voice became thick. “You understand, don’t you? You can’t deny me that? You wouldn’t be that cruel?”
“But what will happen to me?” said Sharon.
Ta’Awa smiled, and leaned in. “Something wonderful will happen to you,” she said. “You’ll sleep for ages, but you’ll have the most divine dreams, and in your dreams you’ll learn everything that goes on around you. You’ll awaken some day, maybe in a hundred years, maybe in five hundred, maybe in thousands, and find a new world waiting for you. Doesn’t that sound incredible?”
Sharon said nothing. Ta’Awa leaned in a little more.
“Don’t you want the promise of eternity? You can have it; I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours now, Sharon, so take it. And what are you even giving up? How happy are you here? How happy have you ever been?”
Sharon’s head was spinning. She was certain that she was not in any condition to be making a decision like this. But then, when was she ever going to really be ready for a decision like this? And a chance like this, she knew, was never going to come again…
Ta’Awa slid around to the other side of the display. “I know all about you,” she said. “I know all of Marcus’ thoughts. You’re just like me, in a way; I spent my entire life tending to these same artifacts, to the bodies of the priests, to the images of the gods. It’s emptying, isn’t it? I never believed in the next world or the power of the spirits any more than you do. We just live for icons, you and I, placeholders of things that never existed.”
Sharon was afraid that if she talked she might cry, so she said nothing. Ta’Awa took her hand.
“So you have a choice, now. You can take my offer, and live the life of a goddess reborn. Or you can decide to stay here, in your office, with your dead people, with no one but naïve little Marcus to keep you—”
Marcus!
“No,” Sharon said, backing away. Ta’Awa frowned.
“Sharon—”
“I don’t trust you,” Sharon said. “And I don’t want what you’re offering me. Forget it. I just want you to…go away. However it is you do that. Bring Marcus back, and then go away. Now.”
Ta’Awa stepped forward, silhouetted under the dim late-night lights. “Then I’ll just take your body by force, the way I did Marcus.”
“But then what will you do about him?” said Sharon. “He’ll know what happened and he won’t give you any peace. You’ll have to kill him to shut him up, and so much for a clean slate in a new world if you start out as a murderer.”
“I—” said Ta’Awa, but then stopped, perplexed.
“Didn’t think this through very well, did you?” Sharon said.
Ta’Awa glared at her. Then, moving so fast that Sharon didn’t have time to react, she hit her, the back of Ta’Awa’s hand grazing Sharon’s jaw. Sharon lost her balance and fell, and before she could stand Ta’Awa was on her, leaning all of the weight of Marcus’ body on top of her. Sharon felt something press to the side of her neck and realized that it was Marcus’ box cutter. She became very still. Ta’Awa leaned on her even more, and she struggled to breathe.
“Are you going to think your way out of this?” said Ta’Awa. Sharon spit in her face. Ta’Awa pushed the blade a little closer. “You’re right, I don’t know enough about the world yet to get away with murder, but I don’t have to kill you. I can just make you wish I had. I know how to do things that won’t even leave a mark but will have you screaming until you forget your own name. You think you’re so—”
Sharon waited until Ta’Awa moved her leg just a little, and then she brought her knee right up into (Marcus’) crotch. Ta’Awa’s eyes bulged, and Sharon grabbed her by the shoulders, rolling them both until Ta’Awa was on the bottom, pinned. The box cutter slipped out of Ta’Awa’s hand and Sharon grabbed it. She pushed the point against Ta’Awa’s throat. Ta’Awa exhaled hard and groaned. “Wow,” she said, “that really does hurt…”
She looked at the blade pointed at her. “What are you planning to do with that? You know you can’t hurt me; just Marcus.”
Sharon gritted her teeth and cut the side of Ta’Awa’s neck. Ta’Awa flinched and gasped. “What the hell are you doing?” she said. “If you kill me, Marcus will be trapped forever!”
“Won’t he be anyway? Or me instead? You’re not going to let us both walk out of here, so what difference does it make? You might as well be dead if one of us is going to end up stuck no matter what.” Sharon pushed the blade in again; the wound was shallow, but it bled heavily. Ta’Awa tried to push her off, but this invited another cut, so she stopped.
“But you can’t kill anyone; you won’t get away with it!”
“I’ll take my chances. I think I can get people to sympathize a lot with how I fought off my attacker after he cornered me at work, late at night, alone, when everyone knows how many times I’ve fended off his advances. I think my odds are at least fair. What about yours?”
They froze, glaring at each other, Sharon holding her body taut, waiting for Ta’Awa to retaliate. “You wouldn’t,” said Ta’Awa. “You’re bluffing.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re not this insane.”
“Hard to say. I’m willing to take my chances; are you?”
They stayed that way for a long time. Finally, the features of Marcus’ face settled into a smirk, and Ta’Awa said, “Fine. Then I’ll just put things back as they were.”
Sharon blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. I’ll put everything back the way it was and let you both go.”
Sharon tried to talk, but she was panting hard all of a sudden, and it took a moment for her to calm down. “That’s it?” she said. “You’re just giving up?”
“What choice do I have?” said Ta’Awa.
Sharon shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”
Ta’Awa shrugged again. “Why not? What difference does it make? That’s the problem with you, Sharon: For someone who spent her whole life studying history and eternity, you don’t have much perspective. I can go back because I can afford to wait. I’ll still be waiting when you and lover boy are dust in the ground. I don’t want to wait another century, but I can. Maybe two. Maybe three. Some day I’ll find a way out. But you? You’ll be trapped here until you die, and unlike me you really will die. Don’t feel too sorry for me, Sharon. I’ll be dreaming about you while I sleep.”
And then she left. Nothing spectacular happened to mark the change; there was not even any alteration in Marcus’ posture or demeanor, but rather just the barest flickering of expression, from Ta’Awa’s resigned anger to Marcus’ pained bewilderment. He looked up with glazed eyes and Sharon realized, with embarrassment, that she was still straddling his body. She rolled off and he sat up, wincing, wiping the blood from his neck. “What the hell?” he said.
Sharon put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him. “Marcus,” she said, “is it you?”
He blinked. “Yes?”
“But is it really you, is it really, really you?” She shook him again.
“Yes, Sharon, it’s me, it’s really me;” he said, untangling himself from her. “Want me to prove it? You drink six cups of coffee a day; you always wear your red pumps on Tuesdays; you read cheesy romance novels on your break and think no one notices when you tear up over them; we first met on a bus coming from Daly City without realizing we worked together; your middle name is Ginsburg because your father wanted to be a Beat; your favorite song is 867—”
She put her hand over his mouth. “Shut up,” she said. They stared at each other for a while. Then she added: “I do not tear up reading those books.”
Marcus was about to laugh, but at all at once he seemed to notice the mummy again. Looking panicked, he grabbed the heavy flashlight, raising it up and preparing to dash the mummy’s skull into fragments, but Sharon stopped him. “Wait,” she said.
“Why?” said Marcus. “She’s dangerous.”
“Yes. But what if what you’re about to do doesn’t kill her?”
Marcus frowned, then put the flashlight down. “Do you think?”
“She said that a mummy is just a vessel for a soul. I don’t want her soul out wandering around on its own. I don’t even know what she’d do then.”
Marcus frowned. “So what are we doing to do about her?”
Sharon looked at the mummy, considering. Then she said, “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” said Marcus. “But what are we going to tell everyone about what happened tonight?”
“What happened tonight?” said Sharon. “Why, tonight we both took off early to have a drink at your friend’s bar in San Francisco. We just made the after-party.”
Marcus blinked dumbly. “That party was over hours ago,” he said.
“Really?” said Sharon. “I don’t even remember. I guess we had a really good time.”
She shut the coffin lid and turned the lights off, and she and Marcus left, hand-in-hand. In the gallery, in the dark, something stirred inside the sarcophagus, just a little, and then went silent. Everything was dark and still again. Still as the grave.
***
The Usermontu mummy (as it was dubbed for lack any more definite identification) still resides at the Rosicrucian museum. Sharon Hiller and Marcus Greene abruptly resigned their positions shortly after its arrival. They had one meeting with the museum owners, but no one except those present knows what was said there.
When the sarcophagus’ previous owner was contacted he said that he knew all about the mummy, and in fact he’d put it in there on purpose. He said that it should be considered a gift, and that he was “Tired of dealing with it.” He would elaborate no further.
It is perhaps not surprising, given its mysterious arrival, that the mummy became the focus of various superstitions, some facetious and some not, on the part of museum staff. Many employees and patrons profess a marked fascination with it, and more than one person has been caught staring at it, rapt, for minutes on end, unmoving and unresponsive. More than one staff member has quit the museum following such an episode, though few volunteer any explanation as to why.
Those who have seen the mummy comment that it is so remarkably well-preserved, and its face so expressive, that at times it seems not to be dead at all, but only sleeping. Most are unnerved by this thought, since it stands to reason that anything that is sleeping will some day awaken. But if the mummy knows how long the sleep of the dead may last, it keeps the knowledge to itself; it is silent as the grave, always. If it knows secrets, then they are its own to keep, for eternity, or for longer.

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The Champion’s Companion 17

Mara walked into the Palace grounds confident the guards wouldn’t see through her disguise. Clean up of the massacre inside the Palace was taking a while, and continued into the night. Lights turned night to day and bustling servants in bloody livery rushed in and out cleaning and searching through her handiwork in the mess of the devastated Palace. The bodies under the sheets of the men who passed Mara’s blade lined across the ground to the right with small tents of other recovered items from the thrashed interior. For her, the smell of their blood and fear around her lit nose and fired her loins.
To the left, the Queen sat in metal plated hardened leather cavalry armor at a desk with her back to a huge white carriage that seemed ready to move out. She wanted to make a show of steady strength during the night of crisis as the city seemed under attack by ghostly violent enemies. Nobody needed to know it was all a plot by the Queen’s hand to retake control of the Crown from her foolish puppet husband.
Further back behind the Queen, several larger tents for the displaced nobles stood. Each had colored door flaps to denote their houses. In the far back near the south wing of the ravaged Palace, a five-pole tent for the royals stood with small pennants drooping from the points on top.
Mara eased in among the men amused at their fear and aroused by the mixing odors of semen she smelled. In her form, everyone ignored her as the King’s whore as she wandered over to stand in front of the Queen at her desk.
“What is it? Why do you disturb me?” The Queen asked firmly without looking up.
Mara could smell her fear dealing with what she thought was her husband’s concubine. It was amusing to Mara that she feared her savior.
“We are to see the King.” Mara announced.
Clenching her jaw, the Queen looked up at her. “Tell him I have not prepared the reports he needs yet.” The slender blonde said bitingly.
“We are to see the King.” Mara repeated stepping up against the Queen’s desk.
With a quiet sigh, Queen stood and fumbled for a shawl. Despite the plated leather armor the Queen wore, she was visibly uncomfortable in the presence of the form Mara represented.
The Queen walked in front leading the way winding through the tents huddled as if cold in the shawl as they walked to the tent of her evil husband. Across the wide dark street from the Palace, at least two people watched in the dark by a building corner.
“They are in.” A tall, hugely muscled, white haired Amazon said to a man shrouded in shadow.
Mara stepped in front of the Queen at the entranceway of the tent. Beyond them, a gauzy curtain hanging in front of them partially obscured a throne and lamps illuminating the central area of the tent. Only in a few areas could the grass of the palace grounds be seen poking up from heavy rugs and skins that lined the floor. Mara smelled blood distinctly nearby and wondered if the King was already dead.
A hand flitted aside the curtain in front of them waving them forward and they entered the middle room of the apartment sized tent.
Before them, the king stood over his bloodied son disheveled and looking terrorized. Advisors and other sycophants of the Crown stood along the edges of the room looking at the floor mostly.
“Monto!” The Queen screeched running to the boy and pulling him from the King’s grasp.
“You are here too Taris?” The King bellowed stepping back surprised.
The pale Queen turned and snarled at him holding her concussed child. “You ordered me here you drunk fool. What is it you sent Asmine to fetch me for?”
“Asmine?” The King looked up at Mara and his eye bulged. “Asmine! Praises, I thought you were taken by the guild.” He said nervously offering her a hug.
Mara moved to him slowly and started sobbing into his robes. “It was horrible Highness. The ravages of the castle, the arrest by the guild, and finally when the Guildhouse was attacked and burnt down. I saw the creatures that did all of it. The palace, the Guildhouse all of it.” Mara said sprouting tears and pushing herself into him in a tight embrace. Her right hand twitched behind him with the repressed urge to stab him.
“Tell me their names I order you!!” The King barked pulling her back to look at him.
Mara shut her eyes tightly to protect her secret and pleaded loudly. “Please sir! Mercy! There are assassins among us. Let me tell you the news where only your Highnesses can know. They’re among us. They will come take me again, but I can be safe with you Highness. I can tell you before they come for you too.”
The King pushed her down from him like trash as he suddenly became thoughtful. “Huh? That’s it huh? The conspiracy turns to me. Those old men were trying to get rid of me after all.” He muttered randomly.
Mara crawled back to him worming over the ground. “They know too much Highness. Please take me where it’s safe with you.” Mara pleaded pitifully from the floor tugging on his robe’s hem. “They know so much. They are among us even now. They are close Highness, I fear they watch us.”
The King’s mind internalized the paranoia as he tried to guess the identities of his enemies. In a frenzy, he looked up at the faces of his cowering sycophants for the traitor among them. “Yes, they… They are always trying to control me. They always were… Leave us!” He bellowed. “Be gone from here!”
The crowd of advisors left quietly. Finally, only the guards were left. “Why do you stay?” The King screeched waving an arm at them too. “Leave us immediately!” He turned expectantly to Mara after they left.
Mara stood and backed up. “I will tell you about your enemies and what I heard Highnesses.” She turned and dashed forward to clutch him tightly in a penetrating embrace.
“It is you.” She whispered in his ear and backed away turning to the stunned Queen who still held Prince Carthin. “Menthino’s activities here against the King and the guild have been completed Queen Di Sellis.” She reported flatly.
Behind her, the King was frozen in shock and paling as the poison wended its way through him. A dry gasp heaved from him after a moment, and with a groan, he shook and fell to the floor to lie still.
The Queen looked from him to Mara. “What happened?”
“You killed the king, with this.” Mara remarked, as if it was plain truth, dropping an obviously poisoned dagger to the blonde’s feet. “Perhaps it was by order, perhaps it was by your own hand. It will be as you declare.” She turned and stepped out leaving the Queen to consider the beginnings of a new future.
Like a scurrying shadow, Mara left quickly. She moved to the back of the tents into the shadows where no one could see her. With Kaarthen’s help, she felt the movements of energy that pulled her body back into her normal shape. Her breasts and hips grew, and her body shrunk until she was back to her curvy voluptuous stature at just under five feet tall. The wavy black glossy hair she worn straightened with a pop, and turned into a wavy blond as her skin lightened into a pale fair creaminess.
“Oi girlie what are you doing over here?” A gruff voice called from the shadows.
Since she was behind the tent, the lights of the Palace’s courtyard made deep shadows cloaking the areas around her. She found that across a streak of light on the ground a man sat laying back against the wall of the Palace several paces before her. He appeared to be a soldier resting, but also seemed drunk.
“It’s been a long day sir. I’ll be on my way.” Mara said turning and walking up the clear path to the interior and the exit.
“Oh no you don’t.” Said the man grabbing her. He tugged her arm pulling her out of the light and over onto him.
Once she was on him, the stench of brandy was on her. Brandy and cum, this man had something to offer her. She grew hungry as always with the scent of fresh cum.
“Now you’re just a servant. I’ve been watching you girlies go in and out helping those mucky-mucks but now old Jeffies wants a bit.” He said holding her tightly.
“Sir please,” Mara tried to sound small, scared, and soft like a young possibly virginal bond maiden. “I would give you my warm mouth and a soft suck to ease you if you were just more gentle.”
The straightforward offer made the man much more relaxed. “Oh glad to know, glad to know. I’ve been working hard. Here, give old Jeffies something for protecting you. They made me go in and fight the assassins that did this to the Palace. There were so many. I fought them hard I did in that bloody place.” The man excitedly pushed her down lower, and together they worked down his pants. “Now old Jeffies could use a gentle mouth on his… there you go.”
Mara crouched between his legs gobbling his thick cock. The monster organ was wider then both her small hands and a good seven inches long. Her small mouth had to gape to get it in. Her talented tongue tried to wrestle with the column as it pressed in and slid deeper. Mara switched tactics and used her small hands on his shaft and balls as she started bobbing deeper to take his length into her throat.
Her instinctive talent at bottomless deepthroating and her sexual hunger from being a former vampire sex slave helped her push the man to release a spectacular gushing load into her tight mouth. She sucked to continue his spending as thick gobs and spurts grew into a steady flow. Above her, the man cringed with intensity of the pleasure.
“Oi! that’s it girlie. That’s the thank you Jeffies needed.”
Mara’s small soft hands cupped and massaged the pulsing muscles under the balls stimulating more of the nutritious semen. The man above her was growing numb in his toes and fingers as the flow continue on what he thought was the best suck of his life. His balls started to ache with fatigue and emptiness as the flow continued non-stop. The mixed painful pleasure still made him bounce his hips instinctively into the deep warm sucking hole he blew himself in.
“Aurgh.” ‘Old Jeffies’ gasped weakly. He slowly started realizing he couldn’t move or speak anymore from weakness.
The pained sensation of pulsing grew to a feeling of pissing fire as his body forced out more globs of his essence. Below him, the girl continued to stroke his balls and milk his shaft as she bobbed on him.
Finally, after his last gasp, he keeled over and Mara stood over him checking the surrounding shadows for witnesses.
In her regular form, she was looked at, but not recognized and also not stopped, as the short bouncy blonde grabbed a pile of folded sheeting and headed out the Palace gates.
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Two days after the twin tragedies of the guild burning down with nearly all representatives and several major nobles present, and the palace massacre that killed nearly as many, the politics was getting back to normal. Recovered assets allowed the Crown to begin payments in valued currencies again. The destruction of the Palace at the hands of Kaarthen’s three ‘hands’ had oddly helped the economy of the restarting city because of the massive renovations needed. Having so many people nearby working in the Palace allowed the story of what was happening to their beloved Queen and beautiful city to get out. The city’s royal funeral was marred by the budding realization of what the people in charge of the guild had done.
The Queen had lavished as much attention on Marcos privately as her busy schedule allowed. During her days, she met with a seemingly endless schedule of leaders, and ambassadors from nearby cities. As a Queen in a mourning city trying to rebuild itself, she had to make a great many appearances in city and out among nearby towns in the valley. Accords were struck that were in the end going to be very beneficial to everyone, and especially profitable to the Crown.
To help her goal of solidarity and assist in spreading the wealth, the Sisterhood and Marcos advised the Queen to have coins and tax stamps produced bearing her face and flag. The prince was just about wrapped in the colors and ordered out to find the many villages and towns near and far. Once there, he was to make himself as visible as possible in those lands as the Crown prince of their country. As the Crown prince, he would also let his name and face be known and liberally spend money on charities, statues, festivals, and projects in the name of the Crown. However, despite how badly they needed the money, strict terms were written up for them to sign before any accounts were started by the prince.
During her nights, Marcos and Kaarthen entertained Queen Di Sellis in her apartments till the small hours. Marcos would usually keep her in bed while Kaarthen seemed to latch onto the hidden desires of the Queen and waited till Marcos was exhausted before bringing in Mara and licking the Queen’s royal, and utterly exhausted vessel.
Kaarthen gave her the son she wanted to carry. Musingly, she made sure he would be a very similar man in his adulthood to Marcos.
Not everything went smoothly, or as Marcos would have liked. He found himself in a dark green silk shirt and comfortable linen breeches speaking with the dusky skinned Duchess Perstavy in a meeting where he figured she would try to curry favor with him like so many others. Like other nobles stewing in self importance she honored herself and referred to herself as ‘we’ as though including the title she bore and all it represented. She sat seeming to slouch into her couch across from him in a modest sized wood paneled office of elegance. Her high-necked purple robe was a stylishly loose parody of Mara’s body sock. Marcos was furiously trying to understand what her enormous breasts were doing under her robe.
Not for the first time she tried shifting her body and throwing around her hands to break his wayward gaze. “Lord Panthi, the work you have done was excellent. We are able to keep a large hold on our cities allowing our dream of becoming a true country to continue.” The Duchess paused. “We are curious of the alliance mentioned between our two countries.”
“It was temporary.” Marcos said dismissively. He was bored of the parade of nobles coming along currying favor. He had become their new flavor of interest in the city.
The Duchess wasn’t making it easy for him to be a gentleman. This meeting was dragging on for what felt like hours as she for all intents and purposes tried to interrogate him. Visions of her naked made it difficult for him to listen as she continued. “Well, we are curious also how we can avoid losing our trade relationship.”
Marcos sat up aggressively. “I can take care of it by my report. If, I am pleased here.”
The Duchess seemed confused. “Are we not in a better more stable situation?”
“Not Sellis. You will satisfy me. Here.” Marcos said opening his legs wide revealing his straining member.
She blushed under her deep tan and leaned back. “I think you should leave. You are not a good representative for your countries needs.”
“I am,” He hissed. “And you will serve them as I tell you.”
The Duchess panicked a little confused and stood trying to tower over him. “How dare you! I’ll have the guards take you out of here at once.” She said pointing a bejeweled hand to the door.
Marcos hopped the half pace to her handily, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him closely like they were about to waltz. “Too late.”
“Unhand me.” She immediately fought pushing him away and they tumbled off the end table into the wall where Marcos turned her around, and pinned her from behind. “Argh. I am the Head of house for the… Argh.” Marcos shoved her harder to the wall and rode his crotch into the plump brunette’s ass.
He spoke to her ear. “I don’t care. You will serve me now. You will start with your body and slack my lusts like a good noble woman.”
Marcos had recently found out that noble woman in this area use themselves to ensure their male children don’t defile their siblings or breed off of available women in the estate. The practice is to ensure the protection of their sister’s honor and virginity, and the all important control of the blood line. Usually, the women use their ass to take their sons as they grow older until they leave to get married.
“I…I won’t do that with you. Please don’t…I can’t.” She pleaded blushing hard.
Marcos leaned into her ear smelling her wavy black hair. “Yes. You will now show me where you will take my hard needs.” She froze and turned away as he grinded his obvious hardness into her pillowy ass. “Show me! You think the Queen will like your name being the reason the deal falls apart?”
She panicked. “You can’t do this.” Marcos twisted her arm savagely. “Okay, Okay I will do it for my family name and my Queen.”
She slowly lifted her robe. Her deeply tanned thick shapely legs he remembered were revealed in a teasingly slow pace. Under the long robe, she wore no under clothes and her wide round ass was naked for him.
Marcos pulled apart the dark crack and saw her bruised asshole. It looked more fitting on a bar whore. “That’s right you’ll do it for me. Look at your beaten hole, you sow. How many sons have you had to satisfy with it?”
She wagged her hips uselessly at his words. “…Oh don’t do this.” She pleaded.
“Answer me! You whore. You’ll do the Crown some good if you obey.” Marcos shouted.
“Three.” She said quietly.
When she turned to look at him be jowls beckoned him to take a bite but he resisted. “Three, Master.” Marcos demanded.
“What how dare you? I am the…” She tried pushing off the wall to fight again. They wrestled and fell to the floor. Once Marcos was atop her, his gauntlet tore her robe to shreds revealing her massive breasts looking like a pair head sized eyes staring back in stunned surprise. They jiggled and flopped as she fought on her back bravely. “Get off! How dare you.” She foolishly demanded.
“Silence. You serve me now.” Marcos eased up over her and looked from her massive brown nippled breasts along her dark body to her pudgy hairless pussy. “You’re wet for this.” Her chubby thighs were rubbing together wetly and the whole of her hips and crotch glistened.
He fingered her sopping hole finding it extremely wet and tight with a quality of a yielding cushion rather than muscular tightness. He knew from experience she wouldn’t get loose with a prize pussy like that and worked his knees into her thighs.
“Stop please. My family is very fertile. The women are always like this. Please just…” She pleaded impotently. She already knew she was lost completely. She watched him scramble to lower his pants. When he lowered his cock and his balls the size of small apples for her to see, she stared down in fear at them.
“You call me by title or you’ll be sorry with the rest of this city.” He leaned in lining himself up. Unconsciously, she tilted back her hips and aligned herself to him. “Now take this cock.” He said pushing into her.
Her pussy was amazingly tight and very hot and wet. She was a close second to Kaarthen’s amazing massaging pussy. Its softness was resistant like a new plush stuffed winter glove that he could slide into. Initially it stretched only slightly, and his cock and balls were left out to be coddled by the crevice of her warm thighs and buns. “Aaah MMmilord… Please not my…Please use my ass.”
Under him, she closed her eyes and turned away her face as she fucked back into him without restraint. She moaned and wheezed loudly, as he demanded more of her body for his cock’s recreation.
“What was that?” Marcos asked speeding up into her. Instinctively her knees spread wider as he sped up and plundered her convulsing core.
She gasped at his fast deep thrusts and tried to holdout as her pussy told him of her nearing climax. Loudly, she babbled as her pussy collapsed and twitched around him in a gushing orgasm. “Please. Ahhh…oh..Arrrgh use my ass.”
“What was that?!” Marcos repeated heaving into her with his entire ten-inch cock. Now that she came, her pussy had become greedy for more. Instinctively, it worked him grasping as he pulled back and tightening as invaded. Their hips met as he slam fucked her underneath him and the sound of wet sloshing and slapping filled the room.
“Please… use my ass.” She gasped quickly between breaths.
Marcos leaned in and paused moving his cock in circles around her. “Stupid bitch. I wanna cum. You did, now it’s my turn. Let’s cum together bitch.” He sped back up thrusting her hole with wet slaps.
Under him, signs of her arousal were coating him from thighs to belly button. Her hips rose to him perfectly and her legs spread out with her knees almost to her armpits. As he thrust in, her mushy hole even tried to take in his flopping balls. Deep inside her, Marcos was battering into, and sliding along against her cervix.
“Mmmmnn…. Nnnoo I Ple….” She pleaded. She looked at him furtively several times before falling back with her eyes closed.
Marcos knew she was trying to hold onto her sanity, but it was being nudged away as his cock kissed her cervix and slid across it neighborly.
“Bitch, you never say ‘no’ to your master!” Marcos shouted
“Please… I’ll be…. with child.” She pleaded between his thrusts.
“You better ask nice quickly.” Marcos’ cock was giving him the nagging intense burn starting in his root and working up to his sensitive head as his massive cock swelled deep within her.
She felt it coming, her eyes burst open, and her arms snapped around his back. “Mmaster please…Use…Ah aahhH MY AAHhh!”
The Duchess’ movements belied her horny base desires for his cum. Her hips raised off the floor then angled to point him into her furthest reaches. As they moved together, her splashing pussy opened for him and his cock pushed along and grinded hard along the cervix. Her legs snapped in as he slid further then they wound around him locking together. With no retreat available, Marcos pushed in further what little he could with his toes.
Her wall stayed firm but in the last moment as she felt his rising spunk, her instincts flattened her hips and gave him a direct shot for one more slam. Without any pause he backed out slightly and raised onto his hands and toes as he trucked into her. As his cockhead pushed through her cervical gate, his spurts flew out in a thick steam, pooled into her womb, and he clamped around her and bit down onto her shoulder as his body seized her tight.
They remained locked tightly as she climaxed under him in waves drawn out by the force of his jet of hot cum and the oddly pleasurable pain of his bite. For almost a full minute, his balls continued to spew into her with pronounced pulses that rhythmically poured out into her uterus as she twitched and writhed her upper body. The moment of frenzied passion passed and they both breathed hard eye to eye, as her body facilitated proper joining and his carried out its transfer. Both lovers were mostly unconscious of how they worked together at the lowest levels for a successful mating.
“Yes bitch, yes, you are mine. Your Master is pleased.” He said keeping tightly locked into her as his upper body raised up to empty himself.
Below him, she covered her face in her hands and he could feel her sobs pushing along his length. “Quit crying.” Marcos barked stroking her softly with his re-hardening cock. “Say, ‘Thank you Master’.”
“I.. I can’t I..” She protested.
“Say ‘thank you’ bitch.” Marcos said leaning into her face giving her one last chance.
She felt his fully re-hardened cock pushing into her now menacingly. “You? Are you going to…”
Marcos roughly pulled out from her and flipped her over. Instantly he was on her as she scrambled. In the confusion, she raised her hips as she tried to move away and felt him slide over her. As she turned back feeling his weight on her and his cock wandering her backside, she found out his intentions. “NnnOO!”
Marcos skewered her ass roughly, and slid deeply into her with half of his cock. His shrugging thrusts pushed in bursts as he tunneled down into her. She tried to lower herself and laid flat under the onslaught. Her pillowy ass and thick thighs worked against her and eased Marcos’ domination of her. Once seated fully, he turned her face away from him callously, and started to ass rape her fiercely.
“You…Are…The…Stupidest…Bitch…I…Have…Ever.” Marcos said as he dropped into her with hard brutal thrusts. Her well-used ass took his wet cock easily, though he could tell it had been awhile for her.
Under him, she tried swimming away. Her arms searched blindly for handholds to deliver her from him. “Please… Master…Mercy.” She wheezed.
“Say it again.” He growled.
Sobbing she turned to him, “PuH..Lezz..Mas…ter…Please.” She pleaded pitifully.
Marcos stopped and got off her, and pulled her up onto her feet. “Come here.”
He brought her around and dropped her onto the couch she had sat in earlier. He got naked next to her and then mounted.
As Marcos moved atop her, she pleaded weakly again but popped open her legs for him. “Oh Please. Master.”
He lined his cock up and pushed into her wet canal slowly. Her pussy had swollen to become tighter but he gave her no quarter. Her wetted pussy guided his rod deep into her. Her soft body was remarkably hot and sweaty from his exertions.
“Oh not again…” She moaned as he began to thrust her.
He played with her giant breasts moving between the two as he gave her a much smoother ride building up to a mutual orgasm. He rested a moment deep inside her after loading her up. He dozed lightly between and on top of the cushions of her body. The sweet scent of her aroused body was a natural musk that put him at ease. Under him, the Duchess had embraced him and seemed to be half asleep.
His cock hardened again in her inviting body and Marcos rose and pushed into her in another demanding rhythm. Under him, she wrapped her hands around his back and clung to him with her eyes closed. Her body naturally made the movements needed for them to arrive at another timely orgasm where he could again spatter her walls with more thick cream.
She pleaded again when she felt him already spurting into her for a third time. Marcos knew it was all just theater. “Oh OH.. Master, take it out! I’m… Ohhh! Argghh.” She said breaking down as her climax ruled her. The feeling of his forceful shots made her body tighten around him. He let his cock drain and the cum soak within her fertile body as his cock kept it all with her deepest point.
Marcos enjoyed the quiet moment of post coital bonding sucking her nipples. “You did well. Never forget.” He said quietly and stood.
“Oh, by the way, before I forget hold still.” Marcos said and plucked a hair from her head.
He dressed and left quietly. Back in the office, the Duchess Clarin Perstavy slept undisturbed with her legs wide displaying Marcos’ frothy mess coating her crotch and thighs. Her pussy reflexively tightened and swelled shut sealing itself tightly.

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Bug Chasing – Cruising For AIDS

It was hard for me, at first, to understand why I felt this way. I loved the way I craved bareback cock in my faggot asshole, I loved how much I wanted every cock that fucked my gay pussy to empty load upon load of hot, gooey, molten cum deep inside my throbbing and aching man pussy. But wait, that wasn’t what I was having trouble understanding.
What happened was, as I began my cock-riding career back at the tender age of 14, it was the early 70’s, still some of that free love, drugs, sex and all that still wafted around in the air from time to time.
The last thing any of us did was worry about protection. I had a pretty exclusive list of guys I let fuck me at that age. The guy who first fucked me, Wayne, then Art and Danny, and a guy named Robert, which was a little weird because that is my father’s name. That was about it until I got into high school. So we all barebacked together and never used condoms.
Then when AIDS and HIV came along, that kind of put the damper on the free love and sex stuff, for a lot of people, but not all. See, even when in the mid/late 80’s when it was so heavily aimed at us gays, I was still barebacking! I hadn’t used a condom and didn’t want to start either. If I wanted latex in me I’d use my dildo!
It helped that I was a very cute, boy next-door look to me and that turned on guys to no end! Even at 18 and 19, I looked 14 or 15, guys like the young looking but legal to fuck twinks like me. I like being flat chested, no real muscles on my pecs but I feel like I have tits when I’m on all fours getting fucked, my little fag boobies swinging in the air. Guys just wanted to fuck me and some guys wanted me to fuck some of their friends, that was where I really felt at home…a bunch of guys, hard cocks, anonymous sex, all bareback, all loads deep in my asshole! That’s what I do, I’ll ride any cock that wants to fuck me, and I mean, ANY, cock.
I’ve fucked straight, bi, gay dudes, (when I say fuck, I mean me getting fucked), by every race, I love black cock! (and they’re one of the highest risk factors for having AIDS), I love cum in me and how it feels shooting out of a twitching cock and balls that are emptying their payload deep inside my cunt hole.
I’ve cruised for cock and cum everywhere! Some of the more successful hook up places I’ve found over the years are the usual rest areas, truck stops are good places to find cock, the adult book stores, with arcades/peep shows. I like serving glory holes, for true anonymous bareback sex. I just love feeling those cum-filled cocks throbbing and twitching as they empty their cum, and who knows what else, deep inside my asshole.
I love the quick, behind the truck, just unbutton my pants, slide them down just enough to expose my rosebud for entry and take a cock until they unload kind of scenarios. I like it raw, I like it dry, work that cock into my hole dry, maybe a little spit if the cock is super big, but I like the unplanned, I’m going in dry like it or not. Plus it stretches the skin around my asshole more. With lube, it all slides in and out nice and easy; but dry, that sphincter skin gets stretched out really quick and it will usually tear a little bit and maybe bleed some. This is good because when his cock empties inside my hole, his DNA will infect me directly into the blood stream, quicker seroconversion.
Sure, I’ve thought about AIDS, I mean, I know how you get it, I’m not ignorant, I mean, geez, I’ve got a 166 IQ and I love the risk of bareback sex and the possibility of getting AIDS!
It was a gradual process for me. The natural bareback sex was great, most guys honestly don’t want to use condoms, and realistically, the majority of risk is assumed by the bottom, the one receiving the cum. It is much more difficult for a poz bottom to infect a neg top than the other way around.
So I was taking all the risk, the one taking all the hot, yummy cum in my asshole. I was probably 30 years old when I started seriously looking to get diseases, and the big POZ! It was always a risk, you had a 50/50 chance, they either had it or not, but it was such a huge risk that it became a turn on, not knowing. And the fact that I was into anonymous sex made the mention of having an STD nearly meaningless. Everyone says they’re clean, but who knows? You take a poz cock in your asshole and say you test in a month or two, you could come back neg still, there are so many variables, so many ways you could’ve been infected and you say because you got a neg test back that you’re clean. You could test poz in a couple more months or whenever and already be spreading HIV/AIDS! So all the haters out there going on about how sick people like me are, at least I’m up front about it and don’t skirt the issue!
Now I’ll tell ya. Without being too bold, I do have a nice ass and everyone wants to fuck it, and I realize now that way back when, I would be actively bug chasing and looking for AIDS and guys would come up to me at parties or sex clubs when I asked them if they were poz, they knew I was chasing and of course said yes so they could fuck me. If all the loads I took that were supposedly poz were really poz, I’d have died years ago! So many guys lie about having AIDS just so they can fuck you. I mean, I have to fuck them, just in case they do have AIDS they will infect me. But I’ve never tested poz after all the cock and DNA-filled cum that’s been shot into my fag hole, it’s weird, if I hadn’t been chasing I’d probably have gotten AIDS right off; now that I’ve been chasing all these years and had only neg results, seems like no one is seeding or gifting.
The why??? Well, who wouldn’t ask that. And for the most part, it’s simple. I’m never going to use condoms, I don’t care what disease is out there!!! Plain and simple, I’m a barebacker for life, however long that may be. Every cock that pierces my asshole cums in me, if possible, and I work my faggot ass hard to milk every drop of cum from my lover’s cock. The odds are that one of those beautiful cocks is going to have AIDS, and per my bareback rule, will infect me with AIDS sooner or later. So why not enjoy it? Seek it out, steer towards it and see what happens?
I have so many fantasies about how I get AIDS. From the simple one cock stealth, they fuck me raw and cum in me and as they dress and leave, me laying in a puddle of cum, they tell me they have AIDS as they walk out the door, that is a good, basic turn on for me.
Then I have the rape fantasy. I want to be walking down a dark alley, late at night, dirty, wet, smelly, homeless guys, and a gang of black thugs that rape my asshole and (sorry, this isn’t meant to be racist in any way, just my sick fantasy) but I want all of the black guys to have really toxic AIDS and all of them to take turns raping me over and over, dumping every drop of their AIDS infected cum deep inside my greedy fag hole.
I also have one where I’m riding the biggest cock ever, like a foot long, thick and fat, full of cum. I’m getting fucked six ways to Sunday, all over, doggy style, missionary, me on top, on our sides, picking me up and fucking me while holding me, just every fucking thing you can do, and hard, rough and nasty. I love being degraded and called names!
So he’s fucked me up and down and 20 seconds before he shoots his load, he’s behind me doggy, holding my hips and pulling me hard onto his cock, he says he’s getting ready to shoot and I tell him to empty his load deep in me. He pumps me a few more times and says, “Oh, I forgot to tell you…..I have AIDS!” and I’m all in the groove, taking his massive cock balls deep, precum oozing all around my hole, and he tells me he’s got AIDS in the middle of such a good fuck.
What do you do? Jump off? I mean, his cum had to get inside a little, so what the fuck? Give up a huge cock and still get AIDS? Go for it! I plunge back on his cock harder than before as I feel his cock twitch and he moans, “Aah! Yeah, gonna cum! Gonna fill you up with AIDS faggot!” and I just slam back harder and harder onto his cock and when his toxic load of AIDS finally erupts deep inside me, I can feel it spray my insides, and it makes me quiver and I push back hard to take him all the way in as he empties his cum deep inside me.
I have another one where I go to the baths, the mega-plex in Providence, Rhode Island, a gay sex club. It’s my first time and I go inside, get a room, it’s early, I throw my keys and shit in a locker and get ready to get fucked!
The baths are a notorious breeding and seeding ground for AIDS transmission, or conversion, or seroconversion, however you want to put it. I subscribe to poz websites for guys who want to spread AIDS and guys who want to get it, and they have ads where guys say they have AIDS and are going to the baths at such and such a time. So I read on there where four guys were going to poz all the neg holes who wanted AIDS. I decided this was my night. I was in my room, kept it dark, anonymous. I wanted to be ready for the four poz cocks if they all showed up.
For an appetizer, a few guys come in my room, ask what I want and when I say anything, they mount up, pump my hole, cum deep inside me and leave my room! How perfect is that?!
The first of the four poz cocks comes in my room, we’re alone, he jabs a couple of fingers up my asshole, it’s loose, it’s wet with cum and ready for more. He moans, strokes his cock, “You want a charged load?” he asks. This is a thinly veiled question of asking if you want AIDS. I say yes, he pushes the head of his huge cock against my hole, no lube, no spit, just the cum from earlier, and slams into my aching fag pussy. Part of me wants to know how I’d be during a fuck session knowing up front the cock has AIDS, not just right before he blows, you know? I think it could be a huge rush, especially if I was high, which I almost always am, knowing each thrust is coming from a poz cock that is going to infect me with AIDS, wow! Fucking what a turn on! Shit, I’m hard sitting here typing this!
I just can’t conceive of the idea of not having contracted AIDS by the time I was 45! I thought for sure I’d have caught the bug by now…as many cocks and loads that have been pumped into my hole, geez, I’ve only had a handful of things, herpes, the clap, syphilis and some other shit, but never been legitimately pozzed. We’ll see what happens…

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New Places, New Faces Pt. 1

Hey, first time writting here so please give me your honest thoughts about the store. Any similarities between characters in my story and real people are purely coincidental.

Gaining inspiration

For the critics: This story is not for you, so if you have nothing to say that will help me write better then shut the fuck up. To my loyal fans, sorry about the long wait. I’ll have number six of my Best Friend’s Sister series up as soon as I can get my hard drive working again.

1st time I saw a Man’s cock and I loved it

I was always very curious about sex and was masturbating all the time from a very early age. I would use anything I could get my hands on (Bananna,cucumber,hair brush,toothbrush). I like to cum and even took my own virgity with my hair brush I fucked myself so hard with it. I had oral sex with a couple of boys and even a couple of girls. Sex was something that I just needed even with everything I was doing I needed more. I didn’t really love cock or pussy just the way an orgasm made me feel. I was and still am very vocal when I cum it’s a religious experience for me. I started to get very unhappy around the age of 12 because I was bored with the boys,girls,hair brushes. I justed needed more and I got it that summer. I had a new boy in mind to eat me out he didn’t know it @ the time. I was going to make his 10 yr. old summer. I went to his house early that morning looking for him. He kind of knew I liked him and from what happened I could tell he told his Dad. I got to his Dad’s shop and ask if Kent was home and he said no and you need to leave him alone. I was getting ready to leave and he said slut I have something for you. I looked up and he had his cock in his hand swinging it back and forth. I will admit that scared the shit out of me and I ran all the way home. I didn’t stay scared for long I went home and had the best orgasm of my 12 yr. old life. I started rubbing my clit with my thumb thinking of his cock and pinching my tits. I had very big tits for my age I could even lick my nipples they were so big. I tell you I got my hair brush and fuck myself crazy. I knew right after my orgasm I wanted his cock and I needed to figure out a way to get it. I wanted until he was all alone @ the house. I told my Mom that I was going to ride my bike around the field. I knew that would take a while and my Mom would not be able to see me from the house. I rode up the field to where his house was and hide my bike behind a tree. I went to his shop and sure enough he was there. He didn’t know what I wanted so I showed him. I went right up to him and pulled down his pants and put the very 1st dick in my mouth. He said want the fuck are you doing but I didn’t answer I just started sucking as fast and hard as I could. I was pretty good @ it (I practiced the night before on a cucumber). His cock was soft when I started but soon was hard as a rock. He asks me to use my hand too, so I started stroking his cock and so I was rewarded with a mouth full of cum. I loved the taste and swallowed every last drop of his cum. I got up and said did you like that and he was breathing so hard he could not talk. He said you are crazy you are going get me locked up. I will never tell anyone what we do. He said what we do is their going to be more. I looked @ him and said shit yes right know you are going lick my cunt till I cannot see straight. I laid down a blanket that I was smart enough to bring. I took off my clothes and set down and spread my legs and pulled apart my pussy lips and said get to work old man. He got to work to my utter delight and I knew from that moment on I was through with boys. He made me cum about six times with just his tounge then he added his fingers and sent me over the moon. He stared sucking on my nipples and then I saw his cock was hard again. I said I better take care of that and started to give him another BJ but he said he had another idea. He got up on his knees and then he startled my chest and put his cock between my breasts. I started to laugh because it felt funny he said don’t worry you won’t be laughing for long. He started moaning and swearing then he yelled and said he was Cumming and spewed all his cum on my face and hair. I loved it and lick the rest off his cock and even stuck my tongue in his pee hole. I went home after that and dreamed of what we could do next.
I didn’t get to see him for almost 2 months and boy was I horny. I was very glad to find out so was he. I was the one this time that got throw down and licked until I begged for mercy. He told my he wanted to do something special and I said ok. He said have you ever fucked anyone and said no, but I us my hair brush a lot that made his cock rock hard. He said well little lady you are going to get yourself fucked today. He set down and put his hand on my cunt which was dripping wet and spread my lips. He put my legs up over his shoulders and put his cock on my pussy and I was so excited I almost passed out. He didn’t pussy foot about putting it in one minute it was laying on my cunt the next second it was to the hilt in me. It hurt a little going in and he was fucking me really hard and fast. I had the best orgasm I have ever had in my life within seconds of starting and before we were done I had cummed 6 times. He started shacking and telling me to hold on to him. I grabbed his thighs and he went off so hard inside of me that his dick came out of my pussy. I then did something even to this day is the thing I like doing the most. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and suck it dry. I love sucking a cock that just came out of my pussy. He taught me to French kiss after we got done fucking. He loved tasting his cum and my pussy together. We fucked as much as we could that summer. I got my period a couple months after that so he helped me get on the pill, because I didn’t like the way condoms felt. The day I started my period we were supposed to meet. I told him when I got there that I would be able to BJ him but nothing more. He then took off my clothes and laid me down and spread my legs and gave me the best oral of my life. He loved eating my pussy when I was bleeding and I fucking loved it too. We fucked in every position we could think of that summer my favorite was when he is sitting up and I’m sitting in his lap facing him. We could kiss and fuck @ the same time. He started telling that things were not going well with his wife and I told him try new things in the bedroom. He said he always wanted to do anal but didn’t think she would even you said no. I thought about for a minute and said let’s try it. He said I didn’t say that to get you to do it and I said I know but I might like it. The next time we got together he brought some lube. He told me to lay down on my back and he spread my legs and picked up my butt and laid my legs on his shoulders. He then began something that to this day makes me wet just thinking about it he ate out my pie hole. He ran his tongue all around the hole and even put it in the hole I came as soon as he did that. He then put me down and told me to get in doggy position. He lube up his cock and me hole and stuck his dick in it took him a awhile to get all the way in. He finale had his cock all the way in and had started fucking my ass. It really hurt @ 1st but soon I loved the heavy full feeling. I told him to fuck me faster and harder and soon he was pulling his dick all the way out and slamming it all the way in again. We both came so hard it was not funny and yes I suck him dry with my mouth again. We fucked,sucked,analed and kissed all summer long. I had to go back to school in the fall and I hated that. I knew I would not be able to use the excuse about the field for much longer with my Mom. I told him we needed to find another way to meet. My BFF Tina knew all about us and her Mother worked @ a local Hotel. I had asked Tina if she wanted to join us a couple of times and she had always said no. She would hang out @ her Moms work when she didn’t have a babysitter. I ask her if we could use one of the rooms to meet and she said yes. We could only hook up once a month so I was always very horny and very loud. My friend who was in the next room said is really that much fun and I said yes. I then got her to agree to join us the next time. I didn’t tell him about it until she was there. He was mad @ first worried that I told her about us. He didn’t stay mad for long when he found out she had never done anything sexual before. He was going to be 1st to suck,fuck & anal her. My friend went from zero to slut in one day before we left that room she had given head,fucked,analed & ate a girl out (me it was great). I also got in on the deal and got to taste her as well. I also brought along my handy camcorder. I told them this was so he could use the tape to masturbate with when we could not be together. He got his first of many virgin pussies that day. The next time we got together I told him that I had done something for him now he had to do something for me. He looked @ me and said what baby anything I love you. I want to do it with 2 guys at once, so find us a guy not a boy a man. He didn’t want to because he was afraid that we would get caught. I told him I had the perfect guy in mind his hired hand Shawn. Shawn is this hot looking black god that is always given the once over. I told him it would be easy to get him to agree. I didn’t tell him why I knew Shawn would agree so quickly. I would wait till Shawn was there. I caught Shawn going down on another worker a week before that. I ask Shawn if he was Gay and he said no he was Bi. I didn’t know what that was and asked Tina and she said like us. I said what you mean us because we both like to fuck but we also like to lick pussy. I knew right then I wanted Shawn to suck his dick and I wanted to watch. We had not seen each other for about three months and I was going crazy. I planned to sleep over at Tina so I could spend the entire weekend with him. We meet up a couple of miles from the house and I got in his car. He had told his wife he was going to a Farming Convention. He had made planes for me and him to stay @ Shawn’s house. He still didn’t know what I planned for him. We got to Shawn’s house and had dinner and put on Porn to set the mood. The movie was with a Bi couple and I ask him if he ever considered it and he said no way. I told him before the night was out he would do more than consider it. He looked @ me and told me I was crazy I’m not gay. I told him that is I why I wanted Shawn to get with us. He got up and looked like he was getting ready to leave and he said you are serious. I told him I wanted to see Shawn suck his cock. He said ok, but I’m not sucking his. I and Shawn got him undressed and got busy on his cock. He loves 2 people sucking him at once. I soon let Shawn take over for me and sure enough did. He had him groaning and begging to cum in no time. Shawn suck ever last bit of cum down his throat. We watched the rest of the movie and soon they had me in a DP and I was so loud the guy next door is yelling to keep it down. The next morning I was sucking Shawn and he walked in and I told him it was his turn and again he said no way. I told him if you want this pussy again you will get your ass over hear and give a him a BJ. I was just picking but I guess he didn’t think so, because he pushed me a way and went right to town. He had Shawn crying that it felt so good and he sucked it dry when it was time. I told him I loved him after that. The weekend was a turning point for both of us. Before the weekend was out he had suck cock, fucked a man in the ass & had gotten fucked in the ass by a man. I knew then that I loved him. I might have been only 13 at the time but I knew. We made planes to be together forever. I ran away from home a couple of months later and stayed with Shawn until he got his divorce a yr. later. We now live in a different state and I leave when his kids come and visit so no one @ home knows that we are together. I wrote my parents a letter so they know I’m ok, but not where I’m at. I told them I was a lesbian and they are so prejudice I knew they would not try to find me. We got married when I was old enough. We have 2 great kids and still fuck 3-4 times a day. We add other people to our bed sometimes and we both are complty Bi now. I going make sure my children are comfortable with their bodies. I will let them experiment as much with sex as the want and show them how to be safe. My oldest is 10 and masturbates all the time, but she won’t have to be like I was. I got her a vibe and a dildo to use and told her sex will be much better if she takes her own virginity. She asks me the other day to help her do it with the dildo. I went to her room and ask her if she had anymore lube left and she said no, so I had to help her a little. I got down and licked her to a really good orgasm and then help her slid the dildo in. I then left while she fucked herself with it and I heard her screams of pleasure all the way down stairs. Her boyfriend Tim who is 20 is coming over later and she wants to surprise him with her now non virgin pussy. I hope you have enjoyed how I became a woman. I trying to find another virgin pussy for my husband it’s been a long time since he has had one.

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Spanking of My Secretary

This is just a piece of fiction hope the readers enjoy it
When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
Waiting to hear some positive comments and a bit of encouragement.

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The Alleyway

As she walked down the dimly lit street , looking for a phone booth, she regretted driving through this seedy neighborhood. How was she to know that her car would break down, and her cell would have no signal? The hour was late, so all of the store fronts were dark, bars on the windows to keep out the undesirables who wandered here at night. She felt a chill as a toothless old drunk eyed her scantily clad body and she wished that she had not chosen such a short dress to wear to the party tonight. The black clingy material barely covered her panties and she shivered crossing her arms over the low cut bodice.
Finally she glimpsed a phone booth the next block over. She prayed it would work, quickening her pace and keeping her eyes straight ahead, afraid to look at any of the men who occupied the mostly deserted street. Almost to her destination, a big man stepped out from between two buildings, blocking her path. Her heart stopped in her chest and she froze, taking in his huge frame, muscles bulging from his too tight shirt. She let out a small squeak, eyes wide, feeling like an antelope in the eyes of a hungry lion. She turned to run, but her heels tripped her up, and her reached out one big arm, easily snaring her.
He pulled her between the buildings and into a dark alley, roughly shoving her against the wall. His giant hands roamed her body as he leered at her saying, “Look what I found, a little slut. Dressed like that you’re just asking for it baby, and I’m going to give it to you, and then some.”
She could feel a scream locked in her throat, but knew that no help would come in this evil place, so she decided to let him have his way with her, hoping that he would let her live after wards. He roughly pushed her dress up over her body, revealing her black lacy panties and her naked breasts. His fingers toyed with her nipples, which hardened in spite of her fear. She felt him reach down and brutally rip her delicate underwear off, exposing all of her treasures now for his probing examination.
His hand went between her legs rubbing her little nub, and sending shock waves through her. Her traitorous body responded, and she pressed her now damp pussy against his invading hand, letting a small moan escape her lips. She heard a catcall and turned her head, mortified that they had drawn a small audience of homeless men. She recognized the drunk, who had his dick out of his pants and was slowly stroking it as he watched her molestation.
She felt the man’s fingers working in and out of her now heated cunt as he continued to manipulate her throbbing clit with his thumb, and she shuddered, soaking his hand with her cum. ” Yeah I knew you were dying for it you little whore.” The man said, as he roughly turned her, shoving her face first into the wall. She heard as he unzipped his pants, and soon felt him rubbing the head of his enormous cock up and down her dripping slit. He gripped her hips in his huge hands and ruthlessly slammed into her, causing the scream she had been holding in to rip out of her throat.
This just caused him to fuck her harder, ramming himself deep into her tight little hole.
Over and over he mercilessly punished her hot, moist cunt, driving into her forcefully and grunting like an animal. She found herself moving her hips, now hungry with an aching urgency, backing up onto his unrelenting dick. He plunged his thumb into her ass and she screamed again as her body was wracked with wave after wave, the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.
She felt him pull out of her battered hole and he shoved her to her knees.Ordering her to clean her mess off of his still rock hard dick. She wrapped her little mouth around his pole, sucking and licking her own juices as his hands wrapped in her hair. He slowly fucked her face, telling her what a good little slut she was.Her mouth was stretched wide, tears running down her face, as he gagged her with his dick.
She was horrified when she heard him call the old man over, telling him to finger her already abused pussy. The old man smiled with glee as he toyed with her clit, his other hand still busily working his own member. She was even more ashamed as she felt her body responding again. His fingers artfully caressed her tingling clit sending shivers of desire and revulsion through her small frame. He pressed his face against her slit, siding his tongue into her dripping hole. She was shocked when she felt him move his face higher, flicking his tongue across her asshole and plunging his fingers into her soaked cunt, his thumb still frigging her now electrified clit. Against her will she came yet again, and the old drunk was delighted to lick her juices off of his dirty fingers before he sighed and shot his load on the ground behind her.
She felt her assailant go rigid as he spurted load after load of hot cum into her mouth. He stroked her hair then, telling her what an excellent job she had done. She gratefully rose on shaky legs, pulling her dress down over her sweat soaked body. He picked her up then and her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him deeply. A small smile played across her face as they walked back to the car together. Her master always had the best ideas.

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