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At The Counsellor’s Office

A young couple on the brink of divorce visit a marriage counsellor. The counsellor asks the wife what is the problem.
She responds ” My husband suffers from premature ejaculation.”
The counsellor turns to her husband and inquires “Is that true?”
The husband replies “Well not exactly, it’s her that suffers not me.”

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Fantasy

I want to be a woman chapter 5

After I was put in the tank with all the other new prisoners, some of them immediately took notice. There were a couple of cat calls and I heard some guys say, “You idiot. That’s a dude.” I am sure it was a surprise for a moment for some to see a girl in a male jail tank.
As I looked around I could see all kinds of guys sitting around the edge of the wall. There was also one wall that had several solitary rooms. Most of them were open. There was only a couple of those rooms where there was a guy in them. They must have done something really wrong. I also noticed there was a bigger all tile room where there were a couple of drunks passed out.
As I came into the room, I felt like all eyes were on me. Well, I did look like a girl. In fact, I looked like a whore who had been rode hard and set out wet. There was dried cum in my hair, on the side of my face, my ass (with two tens stuck to it) and some on different parts of my mini dress. Not to mention I was not walking very straight after being fucked with such a huge cock earlier and being fist fucked by those two cops.
As I walked to the right to try and find a place to sit I noticed there where six tattooed Mexicans that had gotten up together that were following me.
“Hey Chica. Looks like you have had a wild night. Why don’t you show me and my homies a good time while we are stuck here in jail.”
I had never turned down a chance in cock since I had been introduced to it two years ago, but I was exhausted. “No,” I said, “I think I have had enough.”
They moved closer and surrounded me close to an isolation room and the leader said, “I don’t think you understand. Asking was a courtesy. We are going to have a good time, whether you participate or not.”
They pushed me into the isolation room and threw me over the metal toilet. Two guys held my arms over the toilet and two held my legs down. The guy who had been talking raised my miniskirt and said, “Look at this whore with two ten dollar bills on her ass!” The whole group started laughing.
I heard him unzip his pants and he knelt over me with his alcohol heavy breath down the back of my neck. He said, “I am glad to know this is gonna hurt you. Now take it like the whore you are!”
As he said that he shoved his dick all the way in my ass. With the fist fucking I had earlier, I hardly felt him, but I was amazed at how fast my asshole was recovering its shape. As he fucked me hard and fast, the sixth guy put his dick in my face and said, “Now treat this dick right. If I feel your teeth at all or you do something stupid I am gonna beat the hell out of you.”
I enjoyed cock. Even though this was forced, since it was inevitable I might as well enjoy it. I opened my mouth and he buried his cock into my mouth and fucked my face like he had never fucked anything before. It wasn’t long before I was in bliss. Two cocks fucking me hard and fast was just amazing.
The guy in my mouth was the first to let go. He grabbed the back of my head and buried the head of his cock at the back of my throat. I felt his cock swell and shoot gobs of cum at the back of my throat. His cock was so far back it made it hard to swallow his cum but I managed to back off his cock a little and swallow his loads down.
As he pulled his dick out of my mouth he said, “Hey, any of you other guys want to get off on this bitch?”
When I looked up there were several guys looking in the window and a couple of them were jacking their dicks and walking towards me. I had two dicks in my face so I started sucking a licking them and sometimes sucking their heads together. The two guys holding my arms got up and pulled their cocks out and started stroking them next to my head.
The guy fucking my ass really hard said, “Yea, you little bitch. I am going to cum all over you.” He pushed my top up toward my shoulders, gave me five more strokes and pulled his cock out of my ass. “Oh yeah, bitch. I ‘m going to shoot all over your back. Ahhhh.”
I felt his cum hit the middle of my back twice and the third shot hit the back of my head while the rest collected in the small of my back. Right as he finished two guys started shooting at my face. One I wrapped my lips around and let him cum in my mouth while the other one shot on my face and in my hair.
A person knelt down behind me and said, “Remember me.” A huge cock forced it way inside ass. I could tell it was the black guy from earlier, except this time he fit much easier, but his depth was unmistakable. As he fucked me long and hard with his big dick a couple of guys came on my hair neck and shoulders and one guy in front of me with a small cock shoved it in my mouth and came.
It was nonstop. As one or two guys came on me or in me, they were quickly replaced by one or two more. After seven or eight guys came on my face, in my mouth and on my neck and shoulders, the black guy in my ass started ramming me hard. He said, “I am going to give you what I didn’t earlier.” He rammed me so hard he forced me on the ground. After a couple of strokes, he bent one of my legs up so I was kind of side ways and I could continue sucking dick and be surrounded by all of these stroking cocks.
After he fucked me brutally for a couple of more minutes he said, “Here it comes.” He drove his cock deep in me as it swelled. When he let out a gasp I could feel his load empty into me. He came with these long shots seemed to fill part of my ass I did not know was there.
It went on for a couple more hours. Dicks in my ass. Dicks in my mouth. Dicks stroking all around me. There were loads filling my ass, my mouth and shooting all over different parts of my body. I laid there and took it all in. I think every guy who was able took a turn at me somehow and some took more than one turn. I fell asleep as it slowed down and some guy was slow fucking me. I was completely covered in fifty or more guys cum and I was exhausted.
I woke up to my name being called and dick shooting on my face. I struggled to open my eyes from the dried cum and I had to almost peel myself off the floor. As I walked out and tried to wipe some cum off my face, the cop in front of me said, “Your parents are here to pick you up.”

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The Power Lineman

It was a hot humid day in August. The rain had started sometime during the night and knocked out the power. I woke drenched in sweat, stumbling around the house searching for a flashlight. I hate living in the south in the summer and Georgia was extremely brutal this time of year especially without air conditioning. I made a call to Georgia Power and got the usual dead computer voice,… crew is in the area blah, blah, blah… your power should be restored by 8 PM!!

Fantasm

Amandine

Chapter 1: the starting point
I am 25 and I work for a company that does social researches: people behavior, response to a particular situation… During election times, we can conduct polls. 80% of our business comes from food brands: what does the consumer need? What are the flavor that he prefers?…
What I do in this company is quite simple: I collect data. I am not really found of my job but it does not bore me, I have a decent salary and most of the time my works hour are really correct. If I say most of the time it is because of the project I am working on. Basically, I have to look people sleeping. There is an atmosphere of mystery behind this project: we do not know who it is for or why. Rumors say that it is for a pharmaceutical company which does trial on a sleeping pill. Others say it is a test for different mattress.
The idea is quite simple: people have accepted to have a camera in their room for a year and to be taped sleeping. A bedroom is quite a private place so they have a remote control to shut down the camera for 3, 8 or 12 hours in a row. All people that have accepted this weird demand are single. So if there are two people (or more) in the room, the camera identify it thanks to heat control and shut down by itself, unless if someone working for my company (as myself) turn it on manually. But when we do that, every one of us has a personal code: if we are tempted to turn it on for the show down, big brother will know who did it. I think you understood it, everything is done to keep the privacy of the “subjects”. If things are not getting hot, we are expected to turn on the camera.
If I have accepted to work on this project is for several reasons. First of all, sometimes we have to watch people sleeping in direct. I am not a weird guy but this means night hours salary… I can also work at home (download the video and look at them on my personal computer). And most of all, I have a lot of free time. As I do not need to sleep a lot, I do not have to catch my night working hours. As I want to become an engineer, I work on my computer skills on my free time.
We are three to work on this project (as “data collector” of course). And we have agreed all together to always work on the same subjects. I consider myself as the lucky one. My luck is the subject of this story and she has a name: Amandine.
Amandine is a brunette single mother. As you can imagine, she is gorgeous. She is a petite brunette with what seems a killer body. If I say “seems” it is because I haven’t actually seen it, yet. And it is obvious that she does what she can to hide her assets from the camera. At the beginning.
During the first month, all of the subjects were obviously too aware of the camera. They were turning it off for any purpose, Amandine including. But as everyone was forgetting the presence of the Eye, she was obviously not. I cannot say why I have this feeling because like anyone, she was less and less bothered by the intruder. From the beginning, I had a particular interest on her, which is perfectly understandable: we all spend more time on what is interesting at our work and in mine, everything was the same except of the look of my subjects. On that topic, she had a better hand that anyone else among my subjects. But my interest on her increase when my feeling persist: she was (almost) always aware of the camera but she would act as she was forgetting it.
At the beginning, it was nothing; and maybe it really was nothing. A drawer left open. An untied bed. Her pajamas on a chair. And then it was the door of her bathroom not totally close, but not open enough to let me see her, or I could see her walking out of her bathroom only covered with her SERVIETTE because she had forgotten her clothes in her room. I find women dressed like that really sexy. As I was watching her the first day that this happened, I had quite a boner waking up in my pants. But nothing more happened.
One Sunday afternoon, I was at work, watching at my subjects on “direct” as Amandine walked into her room. She closed her door with the lock, something she did not do a lot. And open a drawer of her desk. Before I can see what she was looking for, she turned off the camera. For three hours. Most of the time, this means sex, or masturbation. And from my “knowledge” of her, this was not an exception. She never locked her door, and when she did she was turning off the camera for 3 hours. Every time. What was new in this pattern was the drawer. I had to review the scene several time to find what was really weird.
She comes in her room and locks her door. Normally, she would take the remote of the camera on her left, in its usual place, and turn it off, but here no. She walks through her room, passes her bed, straight for her desk and the drawer. She opens the drawer and the camera is shutting down. What I missed the first time was the remote of the camera on the side of her bed. When she passed it, she took the remote without me seeing it. It has been three months that I have watch her living in her room and I consider that I quietly know her. I have even witness several time her strange relationship with her daughter, but I will talk about that later. The remote is always at its place (close to the door when she is not in her room, and on the table beside her bed when she is in), never on the bed. Never. Except this time. I had to go back to the morning to see how the remote had ended on the side of the bed. She put it here when she put her shoes. Usually, she sits on her bed an put her shoes but this time, she knelt at the end of her bed to put her shoes. As she had the remote on her hand, she put it on the bed. One month earlier, I would not have notice it. But if there was one thing that I had learned from the project I was working on at this day, it was that habit was though, especially morning habits. You are not totally wake up so everything you do, you do it automatically. My findings were confirmed by two signs. The first one was the quick look to the camera when she had finished to put her shoes. It was a look, but too quick to be a “normal look”. She did not want to be seen looking at it. The second sign was the little smile she had when she automatically put her hand on her bed to pick up the remote but living it where it was. Again, I could have believed that she used her bed to stand up but it was too much coincidence at once…
So I waited; three hours.
When the camera turned on by itself, nothing unusual was on the screen. She was sleeping on her bed, dressed. I was expecting something, I do not know what but I was disappointed that everything was normal. If everything was normal, I may have been wrong on my reading of her behavior. I hate being wrong. So I look closely.
I have only one thing to say: Oh, my.
I first zoomed on her face. She was not sleeping. When you sleep, your eyes are moving by themselves, fast. Hers were not. I aimed a little lower and I looked at all her body, closely. I cannot say that I never was tempted to do that but I did not do it until that day. I liked what I see. Her bra was unfastened. She was wearing a shirt but obviously she had unfastened her bra at a point during these three hours. Her shirt had only three button on: I could see the color of her bra, black, and her belly button on a perfect belly. The button of her jeans was open, all of them but without discovering too much – just that her panties were matching. And at last, her legs were slightly opened. Obviously she had enjoyed the services of her hand.
I looked at her like that for fifteen minutes, with a raging hard on. She was not showing a lot but this was one of the hottest things I had ever seen on a screen. I was beginning to jerk off when she roll on her bed. Her left hand “naturally” went on her right breast and massaged it for three second, through the fabric of her clothes. Until that day, I was a little (just a little) ashamed of watching her more than my others subjects. That was why I did not acknowledge what I was seeing even to myself. But when her hand were rubbing her breast, one think was obvious: she had big breasts; too big for her little hands, perfect for a man hands.
I was so hypnotized during these three second that I almost missed something. A moment before, she was lying on her dildo. When I saw this, I came. For my defense, I had only two “women” (read “girls in their early twenties”) in my life and it had been quite a time since I had intercourse. At that time, I was horny, all the time.
This day, before leaving work, I uploaded the tapes on my computer. I watched again the video at home and what I saw was making me look forward to the next time. Just when she ended rubbing her breast, Amandine had opened her eyes, looked at the camera and smiled.
Fate had put me an exhibitionist in my “subject”: a hot one, and subtle too. What will she let me see next time?
As I have said earlier, Amandine and her daughter have a strange relationship. They like to tease each other. Do not get me wrong, I had never witnessed inappropriate behavior even though they were really close: they were spending a lot of their time in Amandine’s room. As they were mother and daughter, every time that the camera was automatically turned off (two heat source, remember?) when they were together, I would put it on right afterwards.
Amandine and her daughter are not alike. Amandine was a petite brunette with big breast and an firm body: long legs (given her body), a firm perfect ass, breasts I was craving for and glasses. Quite the caricature of a porn secretary you would say. Maybe but she had something more. She had character in her body. Her daughter was blonde and a (top?) model to be: tall, a cute ass, little breasts (she did not wear bras, for my enjoyment) and a perfect figure. From their conversations, I had learned that she was underage for five more months. I did not get her name thought.
As I said, no inappropriate behavior but a lot of teasing. They would compliment each other a lot on their sex appeal (no hypocrisies needed, believe me). And it was on a regular basis that I would hear conversation like this one (on both ways):
– Well, we should stop chatting. I have a shower to take.
– Yeah, me too. Who goes first?
– We both know that the second one will have cold water, huh?
– You’re right… You want to take a bath with me?
– Eeeh… stop tempting me, someday I will say yes
I think you understand.
During all these monthes of watching the mother, I learned one last thing on the daughter. She was not aware of the camera. Do not get overexcited. The daughter was not an indecent girl. But I managed to have a good peek of her legs. She was lying in bed with her mother, after their showers (consecutive showers, not the same one), in their bathrobe. To put it simple, the daughter teased her mother with her legs. Amandine was obviously not comfortable with this. But I think she thought that the camera was turned off. Someone had explained her that when there were two people (or more) in the room, there would not be any eavesdropping. She must have forgotten that if nothing would seemed to happened, I was able to turn it on. Something I was doing each time that she was with her daughter.
Time was passing by. I was improving my computer skills and Amandine was becoming each day naughtier with the camera. The second time she teased the camera was the next Sunday after the first one.
She walked into her room, locked her door, took the remote and put off her top, face to the door. She glanced at the camera over her shoulder, smiled and… black. When I saw this video, I was at home. For me, the message was clear: I would have a quick show every Sunday from now on. And I was right.
From this point, I volunteer for every work hours on Sundays. And I was right, every Sundays, I had my little show.
At first, she stopped “hiding” the dildo. She walked into her room, locked her door, went to the drawer, took the dildo, looked at the camera and black. The following Sunday, she took the dildo, wrapped it with her hand in a provocative way and black. The next time, she caressed it around five seconds while smiling at the camera. The next Sunday, she took off slowly her top at the door of her room and faced the camera. She was wearing a red bra. She slowly run a finger on her chest before reaching her dildo, caressing it while looking the camera and… black. Every time, it was not more than twenty seconds but I was expected this moment during all week. She did not miss one single Sunday. Soon, she began to kiss the dildo. Lick it. One day, she was on her bra with her jeans open, I could see her white tongue. While she was kissing and licking her dildo, for the first time she put her other hand in her pants and she began to massage her crotch. I knew at that moment that I should have turn down the camera myself: until now it was borderline, but this was a step were I had to put an end if I wanted to keep my job. Unfortunately I was on “direct” so I did not have any excuses. I wanted to make it stop but I could not help myself and I let her finish her show. She slowly caressed her skin with her dildo: from her chest, passing between her breast (the white bra was forcing her boobs to wrap it), on her belly to her panties. She looked at me and BLACK. I had never been that frustrated but the black on the screen (with a countdown: 02:58:46) made me come back to reality. I was screwed. If my boss was to check my work and find out that I did not turn it down, I was sure to lose my job.
Like I said, I like my job; and during this period I was LOVING it. I did what needed to be done: I put my computer skills on practice. At least, I decided to give it a try. It took me four hours but I was able to do it: I went into the hard drive and make it look like I stopped the camera for three hours at the proper time. Of course, when I found how to do it I make sure to have a copy of the “movie” before erasing it. I had missed my lovely Amandine after three hours of “rest” but I did not care. Nobody could find that I erased some video. The problem was that it was easy to realize that I cracked the program. I had to find an answer to that. I had all the evening and all night to do so.
I did so.
Monday morning, the first thing I did was to go to my boss office:
– Hi Pete, do you have a minute?
– Sure, what’s up?
– Well I have a confession to make…
– What did you do? at that point he seemed a little worried.
– You do know that I try to become what I would call a computer engineer, don’t you?
– Yes of course, everyone knows that. I, myself, think that is a great initiative. You drop out school to early and you have the capacities to have a better job.
– Thank you…
– Yeah. So, how about your confession?
– Well, I was a little bored at work yesterday all alone, watching mostly empty rooms and…
– And?
– Well, I would say that I practice my courses and I hacked our system.
– You did WHAT?
– Calm down please, this was really stupid, I know but I did nothing in it. In and out, that’s it.
– In and out?
– Yeah, in and out. You can check it if you want.
– Well, I will surely do so. We will do on with this discussion after. You can leave and go to work now.
I know, my excuse was not perfect. But sometimes, the biggest lies are the better… and I admit that I did not find anything better. I was hoping to be as good as I thought so regarding computers. In the end of the afternoon, Pete called me in his office. What we all like in Pete, it is his capacity to find opportunities everywhere. He explained to me that a technician had come all day and was confirming my story. In and out. No harm done. This was a relief, but what stunned me was his proposition: “Look, wouldn’t you become our local technician for minor issues. You will practice your skills and fix problems as bug when your team downloads a lot of videos at the same time. But you have to promise me that you will never “give it a try”. You touch the system only if you are sure of what you are doing. Is it OK with you?” Useless to say that it was.
Since that day, I knew that I could turn off a camera afterwards: I did know how to erase recordings without leaving evidence, and it would be normal to go in and out of the system. My mind was running with possibilities, possibilities with always Amandine at the center of it. To prevent any misunderstanding, I would not have to try to turn on a camera. I just could keep to myself what my subjects allowed me to watch.
I have to admit something. Every “show” that Amandine gave me was great and really hot, but none of them was close to the first one. And the last one. The last one is well ahead of the others. Before telling you this last one, I have to precise two things. The first one is that I had deleted all the show she gave me thanks to the free access to the system provided by Pete, my boss. And the second one was an improvement I made to the same system, again with the approval of Pete. I had put a 10 second countdown for every automatic shutting down of the camera. In ten seconds, it is rare that something happens. But was long enough for the watchers to know if they could keep on watching or not. Obviously, I had a personal purpose to this. I became addicting to watching Amanda, not only the Sundays but all of the week, and I hated the time lost when her daughter went into her room and I had to turn on the camera. These ten seconds were allowing me to watch her almost continually.
One Sunday, I was at work waiting for Amandine. For all these weeks, she had followed her schedule really regularly but this one time she was late. I was desperate: maybe she would not come? She did not have to come… maybe she got bored, or found a new game. After fifteen minutes of waiting, she walked into her room. Obviously, she had dressed up for me… in her daughter’s clothes: white tennis shoes, long black socks, a black skirt above her knees and a white shirt.
As hot as she was, I was shocked. I had never expected this, and she was taking a big step for this Sunday. I was mesmerized by her look when she walked toward the camera, in the drawer direction. Like I said, she was not like her daughter. Therefore, she was not fitting the clothes that she had on: the skirt had to be a little higher than how her daughter was wearing it and, most of all, the skirt was too tight for her breasts: the top three buttons were open but the breast was nonetheless pushing two hard nipples against the tissue. She was obviously turned on. As for myself, I had a boner of a lifetime.
She put the dildo out of its drawer and she began to hungrily suck it. She was finally sucking it in front of the camera! I was so excited that I almost cum in my pants without touching myself. As she was thrusting her dildo in her mouth with her right hand, the left one was aiming the remote to the camera. She was killing me with lust! She blinked at the camera and did not turn off the camera. She was beginning to moan.
She stopped sucking her toy, put it on the edge of her bed and came close to the camera. I mean really close. I was only seeing her mouth and then she said with a low sexy voice:
– I know you’re watching baby. The red dot is giving you away, you naughty boy. I am sure that you have realized that from the beginning to today, I have never cleaned my little friend. Trust me, the taste I have in my mouth right now is sweat and delicious.
That was it. I came in my pants, without touching myself. She just gave me the best orgasm of my life. Better than the two women I had been with. She had been better than them without touching me, just on a screen, with one sentence.
When I regained contact with reality, she was turning her back to the camera and bending down with straight legs. I could almost see her ass. Obviously, the “almost” was on purpose. I opened my pants with shaking hand and put my dick out. She had her panties around her ankles. After three strokes, I had my second orgasm. I was so mad at myself!
– I’m sure you are expecting to see a little more than usual, aren’t you? Weeell… you won’t. Do not be too disappointed, I am sure you will enjoy yourself.
She took her dildo and faced the camera. Her “friend” was moving by itself… it was motoring! This was becoming more than interesting: for the first time, she was talking to the camera and I was about to see her masturbate. She put her dildo under her skirt and after a long moan, her hands came out of her cunt empties.
Her left hand went cupping her breast while the right one immediately went back in her skirt, massaging her cunt. I had seen her a lot of time more undress that this day but sometimes clothes on are more sexy than off. Not always, but sometimes. She began to moan louder and louder.
– Mmmh… Ohh. Oh this feels so… much good. Fuck yeah, I love this vibration in my tight cunt. Oh my god, this is so hot to know that you are watching, I will definitely not last long. My hand is so wet… so wet. Look (she put her hand out of her skirt). Do you realize that it is you that make me that wet? Let me suck my hand clean for you, ok? Mmmmh… I taste so fucking good! Oh my god, it is already coming! I am going to cum! Do you hear me up there? I am about to cum! In just a few seconds. It will be so fucking great don’t you think? AAAahhh! But… mmh… but… fuck yeah… I won’t let you see it.
And quickly she reached her remote and put the button to turn down the camera. I was so angry at her for doing this to me! This second was one of the luckiest in my life. In her rush, she did not push hard enough the button to shut the camera off. My angriness was replaced by a feeling of victory… this was much more good than if she had let me watch! She would not overplay her role but would act natural. One second before she climax…
– I am going to take a showeeeh… Mom! What are you doing in my clothes?!
Her daughter entered the room in her bathrobe. Amandine had forgotten to lock her door. I did not know if I was overexcited or mad: it was clear that the daughter had put an end to the mother coming orgasm but meanwhile, I was watching a mother with a dildo in her cunt, extremely hot, trying to find an explanation for wearing her little baby clothes.
– Are you masturbating???
– NO!… I, hum… I was just… Oh, fuck… yeah I am.
Amandine finished her sentence with an inaudible voice, ashamed. She quickly put her hand under a skirt, and took it off holding a wet dildo.
– I am really sorry for this baby girl. Believe me. But if I did not do that I would have… hum… you know… in front of you and I could never…
– Cool toy mom! You should have shown it to me sooner. I would have enjoyed it!
Amandine and I were so surprised by this reaction that we did not notice that she had took a step toward her mother, standing really close to her.
– Let me see it?
Before Amandine could respond anything, her daughter took the dildo in her own hand.
– And it is moving by itself! Well, this is a real piece of high tech dildo you have it.
– Stop this, said Amandine with a low voice.
– You’re right. We should put it where it belongs.
In a blink of an eye, she push her mother on the bed and knelt between her legs. Not too fast, not too slow, she lifted the skirt and approached the dildo to her mother cunt. Unfortunately for me, I did not have a good angle: I was seeing the mother, her great cleavage, but the shirt was hiding what her daughter was doing to her.
– Oh dear, it is as if it was moving in by itself!
– Stop doing that! I… oh my god!
– You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?
– That’s not the point!
– I have to disagree on this.
As she was saying this sentence, she got up between her mother’s legs naked. My appreciation of her body earlier did not make her justice. She was not a top model to be. She was what you see in a top model, not the women with anorexia but a young woman that would not have to bushed faced to Marilyn, Angelina or any superstar. She had almost perfect breast (one cup larger would have been a dream come true) with pink little nipples, a flat stomach and a tiny blond line covering her most private part. She began moving her hips while fucking her mother with the dildo. Even though Amandine was protesting, her legs moved by themselves and wrapped her daughter torso. The bond girl begun to stroke her mother chest through the skirt. The moaning became louder.
This was finished with one last, fast and hart stroke from the dildo.
They were both lying on the bed, out of breath.
– Oh my god, what have we done?
– Nothing baby girl. Do you understand me? Nothing. You go take your bath and we never talk about this, ever.
As her daughter took her bathrobe and went to the bathroom. Amandine stayed on her bed.
I quickly turned off the camera. I did not want her to see the red dot and understand that I had seen everything. After that, I download the sequence on a CD and erased its existence on the system.
It was only as I was in bed this evening that all the possibilities that this video was offering me hit me. Regarding the law, Amandine had raped her daughter.
The experiment would last two more months. I had this time to come with a plan, and find Amandine’s address.

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Claudia, found but lost for ever

Claudia, the Woman Next Door
I had watched Claudia since she and Clint had moved next door. She was 5’6” weighted about 120 lbs., had blonde hair down to her waist and it anything was a little top heavy.
She always smiled, had this great walk about her, and wore the sexiest clothes. She had tow children while living there, breast fed both and her chest seem to get and stay bigger each time. Her breasts appeared to stay firm and erect. Often she would wear just a T-shirt, which always, couldn’t be tucked in. Her breasts just wouldn’t allow it.
The neighborhood would have volley ball games and everyone wanted to be on the opposite teams, to be assured of good view of her bouncing, staying breasts. Me I liked to dive for the ball and catch my glimpses up her t-shrit when getting up.
While we had a number of conversations, and I will be the first to admit I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest. See knew I was looking. It didn’t seem to bother her.
I was disappointed to find out her husband had gotten a transfer and they were going to Europe for three years.
One afternoon, her husband was in Europe and it was about a week before he was do back and they were to move, the house had been sold, She was in the yard with kids. I had gotten home early and the wife was still working. I drove in the driveway and she said Hi. We chatted for awhile, she had the ever-famous T-shirt on. She said she had just made a pot of coffee and asked if I would like a cup. This would possibly be our last conversation so I said sure, “Just let me put my things inside.”
I knocked on her kitchen door and she let me in. While, I had seen her nipples proud before they looked exceptionally large today. I caught myself staring and she did also. She asked me where her kids where, I told her they were playing out front.
She poured our coffees and sat at the table. When she leaned forward her nipples would rub against the table. Her nipples, her breasts were just magnificent.
She was well aware I was talking to her chest as we chatted. When she blurted out, “You like them don’t you?” With my mind elsewhere, my mouth went into motion before my brain I replied, “Yes.” Followed quickly by, “Sorry” when my brain caught up. She said, “Why this is not the first time you’ve looked at them.” My only comment was, “Yes I have noticed them before.” Grinning. She smiled and asked where her kids were and got up to look out the front window. Returning to the kitchen, she said, “They are playing, they should be fine for a little while.” She never sat down. Instead she looked out all the windows backed up against the kitchen wall; I turned in my chair to look at her.
Without saying a word, she crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled off over her head. I was frozen, there they were, big then life, heaving with every breath she took. Even with, what I would guess as 36Ds, they stood firm. Not needing any support. “Well,” she said. I was speechless, unusual for me, as I looked. The bulge grow in my pants as I wanted caress, lick, suck and fuck her breasts. I didn’t say a thing, until she said, “Glenn, these are not the first breasts you have seen.” “No,” I replied. “But they are the best.”
She stretched out her arms and motioned me to come to her, with her fingertips. I flew across the room, burying my head in her chest. I couldn’t get enough of them; god knows what she thought. My cock was so hard and I was ready to unload in my pants.
We slide to the floor my face still buried in her breasts. What surprised me was I had both hands working her breasts as I rolled the nipple, I wasn’t sucking, in my fingertips. She also was caressing them with her hands. Her nipples where rock hard. As explained before my wife, Cindy has big nipples. Claudia’s were just a big, but where more portioned with the size of her breasts.
I nursed, licked, sucked and fondled her breasts. On top of her now her hips were beginning to grind up into my hard cock. I was rubbing my cock into her pussy through my suit pants. Not taking into consideration there where four layer of material between my throbbing cock and her pussy, I wanted in. I wanted to be buried deep in her and fill her with my love cream.
With a nipple sucked deep into my mouth, and caress it with the tip of my tongue, I fumbled with the button on her shorts, finally getting them unbutton, slide her shorts and panties off, as she raised her hips. She continues to rub her own breasts and nipples, as I sat back kneeling before her pussy, covered with a mass of light golden hair.
I reached for her breasts again; I as guided my cock toward, her awaiting love tunnel. With my hands on her breast, she had moved hers to my ass. As I plunged, my cock in and out of her wet hot pussy, she pulled me closer. She cam, I could feel the additional juices flow from her. As I pulled from her she said I could cum inside of her. I said okay but just not yet.
I slide down her, burying my face in her juices. I ran my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs. Teasing he pussy as I crossed from one to the other and back again, stopping only to lick the outside of her lips, the crease between her pussy and thigh. Her hips were pushing back when I started to run my tongue along her seam. Gently pressing it a little further between her lips each time. She tasted great. She couldn’t take the teasing any longer; reaching shed spread her lips with her fingertips. I took the hint and ran my tongue in circles around her clit. While not as large as Cindy’s it was big enough. Big enough for her to stroke it like a small cock between her fingertips. I pushed her finger away with my mouth and sucked her clit in. She wrapped her legs around my neck. Squeezing me into her pussy. Sucking her clit while rubbing the tip with my tongue, while plunging two fingers deep into her pussy made her cum again.
I lifted her legs to my shoulders, with my hand under her legs; I grabbed her breasts, as I guided my cock to her love hot. I filled her. Her hands on my ass, my grip on her breasts I rutted as hard as I could. Taking long deep strokes. We almost cam together as I fulled her with my hot cream. Not lasting as long as I wanted I rolled to the side exhausted.
We then kissed for the first time. Breaking it off she said, “We need to get up.” Getting dressed she asked,”Will you be getting home early tomorrow?” My response. “Yes, You’ll be here?” She replied, “We may have wasted the last five years, I won’t waste the next 5 days, agreed?” “Yes!” I returned, thinking about tomorrow.

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THE MOON STONE, part 3 (THREE)

This is part 3 of the Moon Stone. It is a non-erotic, Sci-Fi story with some romantic and metaphysical elements. You can read this chapter without reading the two previous parts but If you want to fulling understand what is going on… Click here… http://stories.xnxx.com/profile363893/Hardrive THE MOON STONE, (Part 3)
By Hardrive.
Michael was freaked out and Danielle knew it. She had told him all about Gab-el when she explained how she acquired the Moon Stone but it’s one thing to hear about an alien encounter and quite another to find one at the foot of your bed in the middle of the night.
Hoping to put her boyfriend at ease, Danielle tried introducing them. “Michael, this is Gab-el. You remember, he’s the alien I met in the forest about a week ago.”
Michael remembered but he was still nervous. Never having met a alien before he didn’t know what to do so he nodded and then raised his right hand to give Gab-el a Vulcan salute.
“Don’t be a nerd.” Danielle reproached her boyfriend. “Gab-el is a real alien, not one of those dorky Jet-eye things from your space war movies.”
“You’re thinking of Jedi Knights,” Michael timidly corrected her, “from the Star Wars movies. This is Mr. Spock’s greeting from the Star Trek series.”
Danielle gave Michael an astonished opened mouth stare. “I can’t believe you’re correcting me about that in front of Gab-el.”
Still very nervous, Michael looked at Gab-el and then back at Danielle. “Why does he keep looking at me? Ask him why he’s here.”
Danielle knew she didn’t have to ask. Gab-el could read their minds so she just quietly waited for her extra terrestrial friend to tell her the purpose of his visit.
“I’ve come to warn you.” Gab-el informed them telepathically. “As a result of the incident at the court house, the syndicate is now aware that the champion of the light has arrived. They are greatly distressed and desperate to find out who you are but because there were so many people in the courthouse, they don’t yet know who among them is holding the Moon Stone. However, they’ve been reviewing the security tapes and they’ve narrowed it down to just a few possible candidates.”
“And you’re here to tell me that I’m one of the people they suspect.” Danielle said with concern.
“No, they suspect Michael.”
“Me?” Michael protested. “How can they suspect me, I didn’t do anything.”
“Actually, you did.” Gab-el explained. “They saw you leading Danielle by the hand as you both ran from the courthouse. They saw her leaning against you as you guided her through the security checkpoint and they saw you hiding Danielle behind the truck when Barns was conducting the search. To them, it looked like you were both running but Michael was in-charge.”
“I wasn’t in-charge of anything.” Michael protested. “I was just trying to help Danielle.”
“Yes, and you were very helpful.” Danielle looked at her boyfriend with admiring eyes. “I never would have gotten out of that mess without you.”
“Fuck!” Michael thought to himself. “I knew going to that courthouse was a bad idea. All my life I’ve tried to avoid trouble but like an idiot I keep letting myself get involved in other peoples problems and it always comes back to bite me in the ass.”
“Don’t regret your kind and generous nature.” Gab-el responded to Michael’s thoughts. “Your thoughts and your deeds demonstrate that you have chosen the path of the light. That is a good thing. It is those that have chosen the path of the Beast that have much to regret.”
“What are you talking about?” Michael said with an annoyed tone. “Path of the light, path of the Beast? I’m not into all that spiritual mumbo jumbo. All I know is that yesterday I had a quiet and normal life as an assistant professor of anthropology and today I’m wanted by a criminal syndicate.”
“Don’t despair Michael.” Gab-el tried to reassure him. “The news is not all bad. After Barns announced that there was a terrorist attack, there were a lot of other people running and hiding so the Syndicate has several suspects and of all the possible candidates, they consider you the least likely.” Michael was visibly relived by what Gab-el told him. “The bad news,” Gab-el continued, “is that the Syndicate is extremely paranoid so they have hired several teams of assassins to interrogate all the suspects and kill those that have psychic powers.”
“What! Wait a minute,” Michael said as he began to process the information. “How is that not bad news? Thanks to that thing you gave Danielle, she now has psychic powers and we are royally screwed.”
After asking for complete silence, Michael feverishly paced around the room before announcing that he had come up with a brilliant solution. “Okay, this is what we have to do.” Turning to Danielle he said, “Get your stuff together while I go back to my apartment and pack. When I get back we’re getting the hell out of here.”
“You’re underestimating the syndicate.” Gab-el calmly advised Michael. “They’ve already been to your apartment and not having found you they questioned your neighbors. After they uncovered that you had a girlfriend it didn’t take them long to tracked down her address and they are on their way here as we speak.”
When Michael heard that, his mouth fell open and his eyes glazed over. If it hadn’t been because Danielle was there to catch him, he probably would have fallen down.
“There’s no time to waste.” Gab-el said with a sense of urgency. “We have to get you out of here right away.
“Yes, yes…” Michael said, the anxiety in his voice betraying his fear. “We’ve got to get out of here right away.”
“No, not you,” Gab-el said, “but Danielle has to go.”
“Danielle?” Michael shouted, not quite believing what he was hearing. “I thought you said they were after me.”
“Yes, but they must not find Danielle when they come for you. These assassins are trained to seek out and find psychic energy. Danielle has used the Moon Stone enough to have a residual charge. Once they detected that, they won’t think twice about killing you both.”
“But won’t the Moon Stone protect her?” Michael protested. “And you, won’t you protect her too?”
“Like Barns, these assassins have only limited psychic powers. They are no match for the power of the Moon Stone, but they are also trained mercenaries and they are heavily armed. Even with the Moon Stone, Danielle is not yet ready to take on that much brute force. As for me, I could easily defeat them but I am not allowed to directly interfere. That means that I can’t fight her battles for her. The only things I’m allowed to do is to advise and train her. That is why I am going to advise her to leave this place immediately and go to one of our training facilities.
“Can Michael come with me?” Danielle pleaded.
“No, he must stay and confront the assassins. Remember, they are not looking for you, they are looking for him. He is the one they suspect and he is the one they want to interrogate. If they don’t find him here tonight they will assume that he used his psychic abilities to elude them. Once they tag Michael as their target, the syndicate will never stop looking for him until they find him and kill him.”
“But I don’t have any psychic powers.” Michael said almost in tears.
“That is a point in your favor.” Gab-el said with a triumphant tone in his telepathic voice. “Once they’ve tested you and determined that you don’t have psychic powers, they’ll probably let you go and not kill you.”
“Probably?” Michael asked, his voice charged with tension and fear.
“I don’t believe they will,” Gab-el replied. “Not if you pass the test.”
“And what’s the test?” Michael asked, regretting having asked the question even while he was asking.
“They will beat you mercilessly, thinking that if you do have any psychic abilities that you will use them to avoid the beating. When they see that you really don’t have the power to fight back, they’ll know you are not the one they are looking for.”
Michael thought about that for a moment and then promptly announced, “I don’t want to take that test.”
“Michael’s right,” Danielle said as she took her boyfriend by the hand. I can’t let him face those killers alone. I’m staying with him and we’ll fight those bastards together.”
“Don’t worry.” Gab-el assured Danielle. “I’ll stay behind and protect him.” And upon saying those words, he took Danielle’s arm and lead her a few paces away. Waving his hand is a circular motion he created a whirling vortex of pure white light. “This is a portal through time and space.” He told Danielle. “It will take you to a place where you will meet human masters of the light. They will teach you and train you until you know everything you need to defend yourself against physical attacks.”
Danielle turned to look at Michael. He smiled but she could see the fear and worry in his eyes. Then with a determined voice she addressed Gab-el, “I can’t go. This is my battle and I can’t leave Michael behind.”
“I promise you,” Gab-el said, “I won’t let him come to any real harm.”
“But didn’t you say you couldn’t fight our battles for us.” Danielle questioned Gab-el’s assurance.
“That is true, but I’m a prince of the light and the power of the assassins is nothing compared to mine. I can protect Michael without fighting. But there is no more time for talking.” Gab-el told Danielle. “You must hurry and step into the portal now before the assassins arrive.”
Danielle stood at the threshold of the illuminated disk but she hesitated. Turning again to Michael, she smiled. Then, in a brilliant flash of light the portal was gone and so was Gab-el. Only Danielle remained in the room. Walking to Michael’s side, she slipped her hand into his and said, “Don’t worry; I will be with you.”
Seeing that Danielle decided to stay, Michael was heartened but very concerned for her safety. Turning to her he was about to ask why she decided to stay when a load crashing sound filled the room with flying bits of glass and wood. When the dust cleared, three men dressed in black and armed with automatic weapons stood in a triangle formation where Danielle’s French doors had once been.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Danielle screamed while she clung to Michael’s arm.
The man at the leading point of the formation stepped forward and looked right at the huddled couple. With a booming voice he announced, “Michael Gates and Danielle Davis, we have come for you.”
“Look, we don’t have much money,” Danielle said, “but there’s a case full of photo equipment sitting there next to the door. Take it and take my wallet and my car keys. Just don’t hurt us.”
“Does your woman do all your talking for you Mr. Gates?” The lead assassin asked. “What do you have to say?”
Michael stepped forward and pointed to a chair with a neatly folded pair of pants. “You’ll find my wallet and the keys to my motorcycle in the pocket of my pants.”
The lead assassin looked over his shoulder at his companions and asked, “Have you picked up any traces of psychic energy from him?” Both men nodded that they didn’t. “I guess we’ll have to apply a little pressure and see what we can get out of Mr. Gates.”
“You leave him alone.” Danielle stepped up to defend her boyfriend.
The three men moved forward in unison and the lead assassin back-handed Danielle so hard that her body was lifted off the ground and thrown into Michael’s arms. The force knocked them both to the ground and Michael quickly examined Danielle to assess the damage. She looked dazed and there was a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth but she said she was alright.
“ANIMALS!” Michael shouted as he recklessly charged the lead assassin. Unfortunately he only got to within arms length of the gunmen before he was stopped dead in his tracks. Holding Michael by the throat, the assassin choked and then fan-slapped the would-be defender. When he was done, the assassin tossed Danielle’s hero to the floor.
Laying in a heap next to his girlfriend, Michael moaned as tried to clear his head. His face was bruised and swollen and there was blood flowing from his mouth and nose. Danielle put her hand on his chest and told him to stay down but Michael pushed her away and pulled himself up to one knee.
One of the assassins looked at Danielle and laughed. “Nerds don’t make good heroes, do they little girl?
“He’s twice the man you are.” Danielle retorted with obvious contempt.
“You think so?” The assassin responded. “Let’s see if that’s true.” He said as he stepped forward while tugging at the belt that held up his pants.
As the man approached, Michael sprang to his feet and tackled the assailant before he could reach Danielle. The attack caught the gunman by surprise and he was pushed back by the force of Michael’s assault. However, it didn’t take him long to recover his balance and countered by knocking Michael to the floor with the butt of his automatic rifle.
“What’s the matter? Did you want some of this?” The man smirked as he took hold of the bulge in his crotch. “There’s no need to rush. You’ll get your turn as soon as I’m finished with her.”
“If you touch her I’ll kill you.” Michael warned the assassin. “I’ll kill you all.”
Having spotted Michael’s weakness, the lead assassin pressed his advantage. “You think you can stop us from hurting your little girlfriend?” All his men laughed. “How ya gonna do that professor? Are you going to bore us to death with one of your lectures?” Again his men broke out in laughter. “No? Okay then, show me what else you got.”
When Michael didn’t reply the man continued his threats. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna take turns fucking your little sweetheart and we’re going to make you watch.” At that point the lead assassin nodded to his men and each took hold of one of Michael’s arms. Putting him into a double arm lock they forced him to kneel next to Danielle and held his head by the scalp to make sure he couldn’t turn away.
The lead assassin unzipped his pants and fell to his knees at Danielle’s feet. When he reached for her, she screamed and kicked at him but her resistance was in vain. The man was five or six times stronger than her so he was easily able to drag her towards him and rip off her nightgown. Then he threw the torn garments in Michael’s face and laughed.
While the gunman was taunting Michael, Danielle tucked her knees close to her chest and called the lead assassin a pig. When he turned to she launched both feet towards his face. Catching him by surprise, the blow forced him back and left him stunned.
It only took the gunman a few seconds to recover. Running his tongue along the rim of his mouth he tasted blood. “This one has a lot of fight in her.” He said to his companions. Then he sucked on his cut lip and spit the wad of blood and saliva into Danielle’s face.
“Let’s not do that again.” He warned Danielle, and then he punched her in the head knocking her unconscious.
“You son of a bitch.” Michael shouted. His rage so intense that it distorted the features of his face. Struggling to tear himself from the grip of the other two gunmen, the veins in his brow and neck bulged and beads of white foam accumulated at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s it, fight.” The lead assassin continued to taunt his captive. “Use that anger to make me stop. Push me away before I ravage your girlfriend right here in front of you.” The assassin carefully watched every move that Michael made as he struggled and strained to free himself while he ranted and raved about how he was going to kill them all.
“It’s up to you. You can stop me if you want, but you’ll never be able to do it with just your words or the strength in those puny arms. You’re going to have to use your mind to save her! Go ahead; use your psychic powers before it’s too late. Once I get started on her I’m not going to stop until I’m done. Then my associates will get their turn. We’ll rape her in every conceivable way, and keep doing it until you make us stop or she’s dead.”
Exhausted and disheartened, Michael stopped struggling and began to cry. “I don’t have any psychic powers.” He said between sobs. “If I did I’d kill you bastards’ right here and now.” Then he looked up with tears streaming from his eyes. “Please don’t hurt her. Do anything you want to me but leave her alone.”
The lead assassin considered Michael’s words. Sensing that Michael couldn’t possibly have any psychic powers, he decided that this had gone on long enough. He pulled out his cell phone and pressed number 1. A few seconds later he stated to talk. “I just had a long talk with Mr. Gates.” He listened for a few seconds and then said, “No, this guy’s got nothing. If he did he would have used it by now.” There was another few seconds of silence. “Na, I’ll just give him the standard deal and meet-up with ya at the courthouse parking lot in ten.”
The lead assassin folded his cell phone, got to his feet and zipped-up his pants. Then he called off his boys by announcing that it was time to go. Without any further discussion they all walked towards the shattered door and disappeared into the night. Only the lead assassin remained behind. Looking directly at Michael, he reached into his pocket he pulled out a roll of hundred dollar bills.
“My bosses aren’t too fond of calling unnecessary attention to our activities so I’m authorized to make you this one time offer. If you agree to keep this little misunderstanding our secret, you can have what’s behind door number one.” Pulling the rubber band off the roll of bills he tossed it in Michael’s direction and ten thousand dollars scattered all over the floor. “That’ll pay for the damage to the door and buy some ointment for your faces.”
Then the assassin pulled a pistol that was strapped under his arm and pointed it at Danielle. “If you don’t want that deal,” the assassin said as he coked his gun, “She can have what’s behind door number two.” After a few seconds of silence the assassin waved the gun at Michael and demanded an answer. “Hurry up hero, tell me what’s it gonna be?”
Michael looked at the gunman, then he’s eyes went to the money scattered on the floor and back to the gunman. “Good choice,” The assassin assured him. Then with a chuckle he added, “Nobody ever takes door number two.”
As soon as the gunman was gone, Michael got a damp washcloth from the bathroom. Putting her head on his lap he began to gently wipe the blood from her face while he silently said a prayer. When she opened her eyes he smiled and asked, “How are you feeling baby?”
“I’m perfectly fine Michael.” She replied, “But I heard you praying. I thought you didn’t believe in all that spiritual mumbo jumbo.”
Michael didn’t respond, he just kept smiling and then began to laugh. After what just happened you’d think laughing was the last thing he’d want to do but he couldn’t help himself. Perhaps it was because he was so relieved that Danielle was okay, or maybe it was because everything that happened tonight was so crazy. In any case, Michael laughed and laughed until he heard a whirling sound coming from the middle of the room. When he looked up he saw a large illuminated disk appeared in mid-air.
“Gab-el, you son of a bitch,” he screamed at the disk. “Get your ass in here right now. You left us when we needed you most and look at what they did to Danielle.”
The disk flickered a few times and from the illuminated portal a figure emerged. The figure was wearing a form-fitted gay suit very much like the one Gab-el wore but it sure as hell wasn’t Gab-el. It was a woman. For a while she stood with her back to Michael while she looked around the room. Then she turned to face him and Michael stepped back in dismay. It seemed impossible but the mysterious figure was Danielle. Looking at the Danielle that was lying on the floor and then back at the Danielle that just emerged from the portal, Michael began to feel dizzy.
“Oh my God Michael,” The Danielle that stepped out of the portal said. “Your face is all swollen and bloodied. What happened to you?”
Michael wanted to answer but he couldn’t. It seemed like the floor was moving under his feet and the room began to spin. Then everything went dark and at long last his mind was at peace. Michael rested for a while, that is until he became aware of a flickering light and a soft voice that kept calling his name.
“Michael, Michael” Danielle repeated every time she saw his eyes fluttering. “I think he’s waking up Gab-el.” She announced with a voice that was filled with relief. Turning back to her boyfriend, Danielle tried to reassure him that everything was alright.
“Danielle?” Michael called out to his girlfriend as he raised his hand to touch her blurry face. “Is this is really you?” Danielle smiled, placed his hand on her cheek and nodded her head up and down. “Then who was with me when those men broke into the house?”
Danielle slowly turned her face towards Gab-el and Michael followed her lead. Gab-el answered Michael’s question by transforming his appearance. Before their eyes he became an identical duplicate of Danielle, including all the cuts and bruises she obtained during the attack. When the demonstration was over, Gab-el went back to his normal appearance.
“But why, why did you do that?” Michael wanted to know.
“Danielle couldn’t be here when the assassins arrived.” Gab-el told Michael. “Those men had sufficient psychic ability to detected Danielle’s energy as soon as they entered the room. On the other hand, they expected to find her with you and her absence would have made them suspicious. Since I can mask my energy and change my appearance, it was only logical that I stay in her place so as to fool them and protect you.”
“Protect me? What did you do to protect me?”
“I drew their ire and mentally suggested that they could get more of a reaction from you if they focused their abuse on me, or rather, on Danielle.”
“But why didn’t you tell me what you were planning to do?”
“You couldn’t be told.” Gab-el informed Michael. “These men wanted to be absolutely sure that you didn’t have any psychic powers so they came prepared to put you through the most extraordinary duress in the hope that you would crack under the strain and use the powers that believed you had. The only way you could pass their test was to convince them that your fear for Danielle’s life was genuine and your state of total helplessness was real. That never would have happened if you had known that I replaced Danielle and she was in no danger.”
“Gab-el kept me in the dark too.” Danielle told Michael as she stroked his face. “He knew I wouldn’t go if he told me what he was planning. The only thing he said was that after tonight the Syndicate would no longer consider us a threat and we’d be able to get on with our lives without having to fear that they would come after us again, or worst yet, that they would try to hurt the people we love.”
Michael looked at Danielle and then touched the cut on his lip and the bruises on his cheek and forehand. “Like what they did to me?”
When Michael said that, Gab-el stepped forward. He waved his hand over Michael’s face and all the cuts and bruises disappeared.
“Wohoo, that was so cool.” Danielle said in awe. “Can I do that too?”
Gab-el walked away and headed for the portal. “In time you will have the full power of the light and anything you can imagine you will be able to manifest. But first you must overcome the beast; not only the Beast that is in the world but the Beast that is within you. You are well on your way but you still have vestiges of your animal nature that must be overcome. As you free your mind of the limitations of the physical world, your powers will increase. This will take time but it will surely happen for it is your destiny to prevail.”
Stepping into the portal, Gab-el looked over his shoulder and said, “Michael is a worthy companion. Though he doesn’t know it, he has a brave heart and a noble soul. When he is ready we will provide him with the knowledge and skills that he will need to fight by your side.” Then the portal flashed and Gab-el was gone.
“Oh Michael, I’m so excited for you.” Danielle said as she leaped into his arms. “You’ll love the training. Using the Moon Stone they were able to teach me Kung-fu, Karate, Aikito and every other form of martial arts you can think of. I now have the combined knowledge and experience of the best Martial Arts Masters that ever lived.”
“They also taught me physics; geometry, calculus and forms of math I never even knew existed. Michael, I can instantly calculate distances, angles and trajectories in my head and I can predict the course of moving objects even before they are launched. And what’s most amazing is that they taught me all that is in just a few days.”
“A few days?” Michael questioned her sense of time. “You were only gone for ten or twelve minutes.”
“One of the first things you’ll learn is that time, speed and distance are all relative within the confines of curved space.”
Michael scratched his head. “I don’t understand. What does that have to do with anything?”
Danielle smiled and retrieved her favorite figurine. Giving it to Michael she asked him to throw it anywhere in the room and guaranteed that she would catch it before it hit the ground. Just to humor her, Michael tossed it over his shoulder knowing there was no way she could get to the doomed ornament in time. However, he was immediately astonished by how fast Danielle reacted. Diving into the air, she flipped over him, landed behind him in a split and snatched the falling statuette before it hit the ground.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Michael said in his best ghetto brogue. “Danielle’s got game.”
“Yeah, and you’ve got game too.” Danielle said with a look of admiration in her eyes. “Don’t look so surprised. Gab-el told me everything. He told me about how you stood up to those gunmen to protect me.”
“Sure, I beat their knuckles raw with my face.” Michael said making light of his failure to protect her. Then in a more serious tone he added, “Listen Danielle, I’m no hero. In fact, I’m not even much of a man. There was no way I could have protected you by defeating those thugs. The fact is that I was scared shitless. When I thought they were going to kill you, all I could do was cry like a baby.”
“And I love you for that.” Daniel said, still looking at him with admiring eyes. “I love that you stood up for me even when you knew there was no way you could win. I love that you didn’t stop trying and that you kept getting up every time they beat you down. And most of all, I love that you humbled yourself for me and begged for my life with the only thing you had left… your tears. There is no doubt in my mind that you are a man among men and a hero in every sense of the world.”
Michael thought about what she said. Then he answered in his typical self deprecating way. “Well, if they’re giving out medals for cry babies, then you’ve got yourself a hero.”
“Baby, that’s not all I got.” Danielle teased as she skillfully slithered across the floor, slid under his legs and climbed up his torso. Coiling her body around his she positioned herself so they were face to face. Then she made a very provocative announcement. “I also have the ability to control every muscle in my body, including some I didn’t even know I had.”
“And how are you going to demonstrate that? Michael asked with a sly look on his face.
Danielle smiled as she brought her opened mouth down on his. She pressed her body close and swirled her hips when she felt his manhood come alive in reaction to her skillfully undulating lips and tongue.
Michael had never experienced this degree of sexual aggressiveness from Danielle. There was definitely a change in her sexual attitude and he liked it. She seemed like a woman driven by a passion to prove her love so he carried her to their bed and dropped her onto the mattress.
“Oh Michael.” Danielle cooed as she rubbed the back of his neck while he kissed hers. “That feels so good but before this goes any further, there’s just one more thing I need to do before I can show you how much I love you.”
Almost afraid to pose the question, Michael asked, “What?” while continuing to kiss her neck.
“I have to stop those assassins.” She replied while Michael tried to figure out how to remove the alien garment she was wearing.
“Why?” He asked as he turned her over looking for a zipper.
“They’re still looking for the Champion of the Light.” Danielle explained, “And they won’t stop until they’ve found what they’re looking for.”
“But they don’t know it’s you honey and after tonight we don’t have to worry. They’ve ruled us out so they won’t be coming after us again.”
“Yes, we’re safe but as long as they’re looking for me a lot of innocent people are going to get hurt and I can’t let that happen.”
Accepting that what he wanted wasn’t going to happen, Michael sighed and asked, “So, just how do you intend to stop them?”
“I’m going to take the fight to them.”
“You mean tonight?”
“Yes. Gab-el told me that they planed to rendezvous at the courthouse parking lot and they’ll be meeting up with members of the Syndicate. I want to be there too. After all, they’ve gone to all this trouble to find me and I don’t want to disappoint them.”
“But all the assassin teams will be there, you could get hurt.”
“Not by them.” Danielle said with an air of confidence. “This suit I’m wearing is made of the same material as Gab-el’s space suit. It’s as light as a feather but much stronger than Kevlar. It uses my body heat to generate a force field that repels anything coming towards me with an equal but opposite force. And look,” Danielle said pointing to her belt. “They imbedded the Moon Stone into my suit and now I can focus my thoughts to contact a single mind that’s a hundred yards away. Or I can broadcast to several minds within a ten yard radius.”
Then Danielle reached behind her neck and pulled forward some kind of hood that covered her whole head and face. It was form fitted and had two black portals just like the ones on Gab-el’s helmet.
“These portals look black to you,” Danielle explained, “but on this side they’re perfectly clear and actually enhance my vision. They combine my normal field of view with ultraviolet and inferred light. With these babies I can see in the dark, through fog and even behind some objects. Just the suit alone gives me an enormous advantage over those thugs. Add my newly acquired martial arts skills and the enhanced powers of the Moon Stone, and they don’t stand a chance.”
“How will you get there?”
“I was planning on borrowing your bike.”
Michael thought about that for a moment. It was no wonder that Gab-el chose her to be the champion of the light. She was fearless and dedicated. If he didn’t lend her his bike she’d have found another way to go so he said, “Okay, but only if you let me go with you.”
“You’ll have to let me drive.” Danielle explained as they walked towards the motorcycle. “With my augmented senses and ability to efficiently calculate time and distance, we’ll get to the courthouse a lot quicker.”
When Michael got on the back of his 250 cc dirt bike, he had no idea how serious Danielle was about getting to the courthouse ‘a lot quicker.’ He’d participated in many dirt bike races before so he thought he was ready for a fast ride down the lane, however nothing he ever experienced before prepared him for the gut wrenching ride Daniel was about to give him.
From the moment she engaged the gearbox and the bike leap onto the road, he had to hang on to stay on the bike. The reckless dash through the busy intersections and the sudden hairpin turns scared the hell out of him, but it was the off-road shortcuts through cluttered back yards, across busy parking lots and over highway dividers that literally took his breath away. Riding with Danielle was a near death experience and it was no wonder that when they neared the courthouse and she slowed down, that Michael leaped off the bike even before she came to a full stop.
“Stay here and keep out of sight.” Danielle instructed her boyfriend as she disconnected the bike’s lights. Then she sped towards a group of men gathered in the middle of the lot. There were 9 armed men and 2 men in business suits surrounded by a cluster of Humvees and a Limousine. Pulling the bike into a wheelie, she jumped over a hedge and landed between two of the Humvees where she came to a sliding stop. The startled mercenaries jumped back, cocked their weapons and surrounded the intruder.
Leisurely dismounting the bike, Danielle walked towards the men. Scanning the group she analyzed their positions and the angle at which they held their weapons. She could feel the tension in their arms and the uncertainty of their thoughts as she telepathically announced, “I believe you gentlemen are looking for me.”
END OF CHAPTER 3
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Coming Mother Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Shellie dressed in her skimpiest bikini, one that hugged her
round ass very tightly. The lower halves of her creamy ass were
exposed, and her cunt made an exciting bulge in the front. The
top just cupped her firm tits, her nipples threatening to climb
over the top. Jay wore a pair of old jeans he had hacked the legs
from.
After a very late breakfast, they untied the houseboat and
navigated down the river. They cruised slowly, in no hurry, with
no destination in mind. They passed many people, some on
houseboats like theirs, some in small row boats, and many
fisherman.
Every male they passed had to look at Shellie, and she
reveled in their hungry stares. Jay did most of the steering as
his mother stood or sat on the front deck. He watched her,
knowing she was enjoying the attention of those they passed. He
was seeing his mother in a different light now. Maybe it was
because they were fucking, but he saw his mother as a desirable
woman more than as an extraordinarily beautiful young mother. He
noticed she would find some excuse to bend over when they passed a
fishing boat, her ass showing. Since he was inside the small
cabin where the wheel was, he was not seen. Jay knew she was
enjoying herself and the comments made about her body.
Until they passed two men in an outboard boat.
“Hot shit!” one of them called. “Hey, sugar, show me where
it comes from and I’ll drink a gallon of your piss!”
“Don’t pay any attention to him, beautiful!” his companion
laughed. “You can shit in my face any day!”
Jay noticed his mother flushed with such comments. They
didn’t excite her at all, he realized.
At mid-afternoon, they tied up at the bank, securing the
lines to some overhanging trees. Shellie prepared a light lunch,
and they sat on top of the cabin and ate. The sun deck was
fenced, about a foot and a half high. If they were lying down on
the sun deck, they would be out of sight of any one passing.
“I hope you don’t become as crude as those assholes were,”
Shellie said to her son. “Girls don’t like those things.”
“I know, Mom,” Jay replied. “But you sure enjoyed the
attention.”
“The attention, yes,” she confessed. “I’m a woman, and women
love to be admired. I just can’t stand men like those two. How
they think such rude comments will help them pick up a woman, I’ll
never know. Shit in his face, indeed!”
Jay laughed. “You almost pissed in my face.”
“There’s a big difference, honey. I enjoy a little perverse
play, but there is a line, after all,” she said.
“I don’t think I’d enjoy getting a face full of shit,” Jay
replied.
“What about a face full of piss?” she teased.
Jay looked directly at his mother. “Hot piss?”
“That’s the only kind,” she answered, her voice throaty.
“Well … I’d have to think about that,” Jay said.
She looked at her son closely. “That man didn’t mean he
would actually drink my piss, you know.”
“He didn’t?”
“He was talking about licking my cunt.”
Jay’s eyes widened as he looked at his mother. “Licking your
cunt?”
“Eating me,” she grinned at him. “You know, sticking his
tongue up my cunt and sucking and licking it, making me come with
his tongue.”
“That’s crazy, Mom,” Jay said, but his young body shivered.
“Oh, is it?” she asked, arching her eyebrows. “Why is it
crazy?”
“Who would use their tongue when they have a hard-on?” Jay
countered. “What good would it do him to suck your cunt when his
cock was hard?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised, baby,” she cooed, untying her top
and letting her flawless tits out to the sun. “Especially if he
had an eager woman who would … take his cock in her mouth, too.”
Jay’s eyes widened as he watched his mother untie the strings
of her bikini and slip out of them. She sat on the chair naked,
caressing her tits and twisting lightly on her nipples.
“Do you do that, Mom?” he asked, his voice husky.
“It depends,” she whispered, sliding a hand between her
thighs and caressing her cunt.
“On what?”
“You’re interested, aren’t you, baby?” she grinned at her
son, her expression lewd.
“You might piss,” he said, watching her part her thighs and
scoot her ass to the edge of the chair.
“I might,” she teased. “Are you thinking about sucking
Mother’s cunt?”
Jay nodded. “But I don’t wanna get a face full of piss,” he
said.
“Are you sure about that?” Shellie murmured, rubbing two
fingers along her long, distended clit.
Jay’s cock swelled inside his cut-offs, the head of his cock
slipping into view. Shellie gazed at it, licking her lips,
sliding a finger into her cunt. She worked it in and out, while
Jay watched. Shellie stared at the head of her son’s cock. His
comment about pushing his face into her cunt thrilled her. It had
been a long time since she felt a tongue up her pussy, and she
loved to be licked. Perhaps that was because of her extra-long
clit too. She didn’t know, but she loved to have her cunt sucked.
Her orgasms were powerful when she had a tongue inside her pussy,
or lapping at her clit, or lips sucking on it.
Jay didn’t know what to say to his mother’s question. He
found himself wanting to feel her soft, wet cunt against his
mouth, but he wasn’t sure at all if he wanted her to piss in his
face. She teased him a lot, and maybe she was teasing him now,
but then again, maybe she wasn’t.
“Mom, you said it depends on something whether you take a
cock in your mouth,” he said. “What does it depend on?”
“Mmmm, you are interested!” she gurgled, twisting her clit
gently. “It depends on what my man does for me,” she said. “I’m
not bashful, Jay. If a man does certain things to me, so that I
enjoy it, I return everything he does.” She slipped her finger
into her cunt, seeing her son’s excitement. “If my man licked my
pussy, you can be sure I’d suck his cock.”
Jay’s prick slipped from his cut-offs, the head swollen, his
piss hole flaring. Shellie watched it drip, and she swallowed
with eagerness to taste it. What she had told her son was true;
she would suck cock if a man licked her cunt. But she knew, for
her son, she’d suck him off whether he licked her pussy or not.
Slipping to her knees, she knelt before him, sliding her
hands up his legs to his crotch. She pulled the crotch of his
cut-offs to one side, revealing hairless balls and the length of
his hard-on. She tickled his balls tenderly, closing her fingers
about his cock with her other hand. She squeezed hard, making the
smooth head bulge and drip more. Her eyes stared at his piss
hole, watching the clear juices bead up and sparkle in the late
afternoon sun.
The sounds of boats passing them made no difference to Jay
and Shellie. Although Jay could see the people in the boats, his
mother’s head was beneath the short railing. If another houseboat
passed, and people were on the top sun deck, they could see.
She gazed at her son’s hard cock with hungry eyes, stroking
it slowly, twisting her fist about it, cupping his balls and
feeling the hot fullness of them. She lowered her face close to
the head of her son’s cock.
“Are you gonna put it in your mouth, Mom?” Jay asked in a
shaking sound.
“You’d love it, wouldn’t you, honey?” she purred, placing her
lips to the wet piss hole and brushing them from side to side.
“You’d love to have me take this cock in my mouth, wouldn’t you?”
Jay nodded eagerly.
Lifting her face, she ran her tongue across her moist lips,
tasting the juices from his cock.
“What would you do for Mother?” she asked throatily. “Would
you do it for me, too?”
Jay squirmed in his chair, placing his hands on his mother’s
naked shoulders. Shellie arched her tits to her son’s crotch and
rubbed them along the hard shaft, feeling his cock throb between
them. She closed her tits tightly about his cock and rubbed them
up and down. The heat of his cock between her tits made her naked
body tremble with eagerness. She pushed the dripping piss hole of
his cock against her nipples, mewling softly as they began to
glisten.
Jay watched, his fingers digging into her creamy shoulders.
His cock was very hard, and his balls ached with swollen fullness.
Shellie rubbed her tits against his balls, her eyes turned toward
his face, glazed with passion. Jay was very excited, and he
squirmed his ass against the chair.
“Would you lick Mother’s cunt if I sucked your cock,
darling?” she asked in a husky voice.
Jay nodded, no longer thinking she might piss in his face.
At the moment, his cock was making up his mind.
“Wonderful, baby,” Shellie cooed, pulling him from his chair.
When he was on his feet before her, she opened his cut-offs
and slipped them down. As Jay stepped out of his shorts, a boat
passed, a young girl in it. She waved at him, and Jay lifted his
own hand in return. Shellie knelt before her son, holding his
hips and staring at his throbbing cock.
“God, Jay! You have such a beautiful cock!”
Shellie opened her mouth and pulled half her son’s cock into
her mouth. She closed her eyes as she felt the burning throb of
it between her lips. She pressed it with her tongue, then licked
it, purring with delight.
“Ohhhh, Mom!” Jay gasped, feeling the wet heat of his
mother’s mouth on his cock. “Oooooh, this feels so good!”
Shellie gurgled, sliding her lips down onto his prick, her
eyes gleaming up at him. Her lips smashed at the base, feeling
the sparse crinkle of hair there. The swollen head of her son’s
cock was pressing at the back of her throat. The taste of her
son’s cock excited her tremendously. Shellie had sucked cock
before, but she felt more excited to have her son’s cock inside
her mouth than any other time, with any other man. Jay’s cock was
perfect inside her mouth. it didn’t choke her by going too deep,
and her mouth could hold it tightly and still use her tongue.
She flicked her tongue about his piss hole, tasting the
seeping juices, her naked body trembling as her cunt pulsated.
Her long clit was extended and hard, throbbing ever so sweetly,
the cheeks of her naked ass clenching. She purred and mewled
about her son’s cock as she sucked back and forth on it, holding
his hips.
Jay stood, his legs shaking, looking down at her, ignoring
passing boats, not caring if anyone could see them or not. His
mother was sucking on his cock and it felt so good, he didn’t want
her to stop, ever.
Shellie pushed her mouth to the base, and rubbed his hairless
balls on her chin, her throat working at the head as her tongue
swirled.
Pulling her mouth off his cock with a soft, sucking sound,
she hugged him into her face, her eyes smoldering with passion.
“Ohhh, Jay, you taste so good! God, it’s been years since
I’ve sucked a hard cock!”
Jay’s legs trembled weakly, and he slumped to the sun deck.
Shellie, understanding his excitement, gently pushed her son onto
his back, his cock lifting straight into the air, very hard. With
her eyes fixed upon her son’s cock, she twisted around, facing his
feet. Bracing herself with her hands on each side of his hips,
Shellie gave a soft cry and swallowed her son’s cock quickly. Jay
gasped as he watched his mother’s lips stretch around his cock,
bobbing up and down, sliding and sucking with swift thrusts.
“Ohhhhh, Mom, Mom!” he yelped, arching his hips up, trying to
shove his prick into her throat in ecstasy.
Shellie sucked hard on her son’s cock, and lifted one knee,
moving it over her son’s head. Jay stared up at his mother’s hot
cunt, seeing the wetness of it, the soft hair framing it. His
mother’s cunt was the most exciting thing in the world to him.
His cock was being sucked powerfully, and his mind was reeling.
He moved his hands up her thighs, over here spreading, naked ass.
Shellie moaned with delight as her son began to pull her
crotch to his face. She sucked greedily on his throbbing cock,
her mouth moving up and down with tight, wet lips. She drew her
knees along his shoulders, squirming her crotch down. Jay buried
his young face into his mother’s cunt, his lips open.
Instinctively, he thrust his tongue into his mother’s pussy and
began licking, his hands cupping her beautiful naked ass, pulling
her down tight into his face.
Shellie sobbed with rapture as her son’s tongue stabbed into
her juicy cunt, twisting wildly. She raced her mouth up and down
his cock, shoving her hands underneath his writhing ass. She
squeezed her son’s naked ass tightly, lifting his hips, trying to
pull his hard cock into her throat. She pressed her nose against
his balls as her tongue licked. She clutched his ass tightly, and
began to grind her cunt into his face.
Jay groaned with ecstasy as his mother sucked hard on his
throbbing cock. He dipped his tongue in and out of her hot cunt,
tasting the sugary juices, finding them sweet and exciting. The
hot softness of his mother’s hairy cunt in his face sent ripples
of desire through his young body. Shellie smashed her pussy into
his face as she sucked very strongly on his cock.
Jay slurped at the puffy lips of his mother’s cunt, and
Shellie wiggled and squirmed, sliding her cunt on her son’s mouth.
She squealed about his cock and began to churn her pussy on his
sucking lips. Jay felt his mother’s long clit slip into his
mouth, and he began to suck on it hungrily, his tongue working.
Shellie sobbed with rapture, smashing her cunt hard into his
face, bobbing up and down, faster and faster. She wiggled and
squirmed on his mouth, her fingers digging into his ass tightly.
She pulled on his cock as hard a she could, diving down before the
smooth head came out of her mouth. The heat in her cunt was
overwhelming.
“Ooooooh, darling!” she cried out, pulling her mouth off his
cock. “Suck it, honey! Ohhhh, God, suck Mother’s cunt! That’s
sweet, Jay! Ooooh, tongue-fuck me! Suck my clit … suck my
cunt!”
She gulped his cock into her mouth again.
Jay sucked on his mother’s boiling cunt, juices coating his
tongue. He sucked hard on her inflamed clit, his tongue flicking
at it. Shellie twisted and positioned her crotch where she wanted
his tongue and lips. Sometimes Jay stabbed at the wetness of her
pussy , and sometimes he sucked at her knotted clit. His face was
smeared with the slippery juices, and he clung to her thrashing
ass tightly. He swallowed often because his mother’s cunt dripped
so much, and he found the taste of her cunt and its juices to his
liking.
He pushed his face past her pussy, his chin pressing on it.
“Ooooh, Mom, suck me!” he groaned. “Suck my cock, Mom!
Ahhh, I like the taste of your cunt! It’s so hot and wet!”
Jay, tremendously excited, shoved his tongue at his mother’s
ass, licking the pucker, not thinking about it. Shellie gave a
muffled cry of ecstasy and smashed her ass into his face. Jay
sucked on his mother’s asshole, his tongue flicking against the
fiery ring. When his mother shifted again, pushing her hairy cunt
at his mouth, he shoved his tongue in and out swiftly. Then she
placed her clit against his lips.
Jay drew hard on his mother’s clit, making her cry out with
the sensation.
Shellie lifted her face, her features contorted with ecstasy.
“Suck it, suck it!” she sobbed. “Ohhhh, Jay, suck Mother’s
cunt! Ooooh, fuck it with your tongue, baby! Eat me … eat my
hot pussy!”
She pressed her cunt into her son’s mouth as hard as she
could, shaking her naked ass. She clutched his cock with a tight
fist, jacking on it in a frenzy. The dripping juices from his
piss hole sprayed across his thighs. With a sob, Shellie licked
the juices from his flesh, and then sucked at his cock again.
Jay cling to his mother’s grinding ass, his lips sucking hard
at her swollen clit. His nose was pressing at her tightly
clenched asshole, and he arched his hips up when his mother came
down onto his cock.
Shellie gurgled as her lips crushed onto the base of his
cock, and as her son started fucking into her mouth, she sobbed
with mindless passion. Her lips dipped with each of his thrusts,
pulling up as he backed off. Her hands clutched his tightening
ass, his balls brushing her nose. She slammed her cunt up and
down into her son’s face, feeling the hair-rimmed lips swelling,
her clit burning. She was getting very close to orgasm, and the
closer she got, the more she sucked at his cock with increased
hunger. Slamming her cunt into her son’s face, Shellie became
desperate to have her son come into her mouth. She wanted his cum
juice, wanted to taste the squirts over her tongue. She sucked in
a frenzy, twisting her lips, her tongue licking the throbbing
shaft.
Jay, his balls swollen and aching, sucked on his mother’s
cunt with a greed that belied his young age. His tongue slipped
in and out of the juicy lips, swirled about her elongated clit,
pulling it into his mouth. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her
as, spreading them wide in his eagerness to suck and lick her
cunt.
Shellie began to sob with muffled sounds, smashing her cunt
into her son’s face, fucking his mouth. Jay shoved his open mouth
as tight as he could around his mother’s cunt, the juices dripping
past his lips. He arched his cock high into the air, and Shellie
clutched it tightly with her hot, wet lips. She knew her son was
about to come, and she smashed her cunt hard against his mouth.
With a squeal, she came. Her cunt contracted against her
son’s sucking lips, and she pressed hard into his face, straining
as the powerful convulsions rippled through her greedy cunt. As
she came, Shellie sucked wildly at his throbbing cock, her face
dancing up and down, her lips tight. She was hungry to have him
gush into her mouth. She squeezed the cheeks of his ass tightly,
her fingers digging into the crack. She felt his cock swell a
little more, and she sucked swiftly, racing her lips from the head
to the base, her tongue pushing his cock to the roof of her mouth,
making it tight for him.
Jay was groaning into his mother’s spasming cunt, feeling his
balls become very hard, his cock ready to go off.
With a grunt, muffled because he shoved his mouth tighter yet
into his mother’s cunt, Jay felt his cock squirt.
Shellie felt the hot cum juice splash at the back of her
throat. With a cry of delight, she sucked his cock as hard as she
could, drinking down the boiling cream juice of his balls. Her
mouth filled and the taste of his cum juice created a series of
orgasms inside her cunt that was driving her out of her mind. She
smashed her convulsing cunt up and down on his face, her throat
burning sweetly as his cock spurted time and time into her mouth.
Clinging to his cock, Shellie swallowed the thick cum juice,
and her cunt slowly calmed down. She began to relax, her crotch
still in her son’s face. She ran her hands along his thighs,
stroking him as she gently mouthed his softening cock. She licked
it and lifted her lips to lap at his sweet, hairless balls. She
kissed his balls softly, and moved the flat surface of her tongue
around them.
His cock was fully relaxed now, and she pulled at it and his
balls into her mouth. She didn’t suck on them, but held them.
Jay kissed his mother’s cunt, licking her inner thighs and over
the curve of her spreading ass. He fondled her creamy naked ass
and thighs as they rested. He liked the way his mother held his
cock and balls inside her mouth.
Seeing her asshole a few inches above his face, he gave into
the impulse and kissed it, placing his lips directly upon her
asshole.
“Oooooh, baby!” Shellie mewled, his cock and balls dropping
out of her mouth. “Ahhh, you’re so sweet to me, Jay. I’ve never
been kissed on my asshole before.”
“You have now, Mom,” he laughed.
Shellie drew her crotch out of his face, sitting on the sun
deck and pulling her knees up, resting her chin on them, looking
at her son.
“Your face is wet,” she whispered.
“I know,” Jay answered, licking his lips.
“You see, darling,” she giggled. “You didn’t get a face full
of shit, did you?”
“Nor piss, Mom,” he laughed.
“Well … I was very excited, you know,” she said, teasingly.
Jay’s eyes opened. “You wouldn’t, Mom!”
“Are you sure?” she teased.
“No, I’m not,” Jay replied. “I don’t put it past you.”
She started to reply, but a houseboat was coming alongside
them. Shellie saw people on the sun deck over the cabin, and
pulled her son close to the rail, hiding themselves, stifling
giggles.

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Just Friends

Two horny friends finally admit they can’t keep their hands off each other… Perhaps there’ll be a sequel if this one gets good comments/ratings.

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Chapter 3 – Love is Made

The third story in my continuation. Things get more interesting from here on out. Hope you all enjoy the story from now on! 🙂
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Several hours later, I found myself in Nate’s living room, lying next to him, playing Xbox; as if our little make-out session had never occurred. However, I knew it was fresh on his mind. Every now and then, as we were playing, I’d glance over and he’d smile sweetly at me. On one occasion, he even leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was in heaven.
His brother came home a few hours later, and we were forced to move from the living room to Nate’s room. We played another game, and ended up watching a random movie on television. But our attention quickly falter from the TV. Nate got up at one point to use the bathroom, but when he came back, he shut and locked his bedroom door. Obviously to keep any would-be intruders out.
He sat next to me, but halfway through the movie, his hand found its way to my crotch. He massaged it gently, pretending not to notice my surprise when I looked over at him.
The next thing I knew, we were making out passionately; tongues twirling together, lips being nibbled on and tugged on, and lips smacking. My fingers ran through his long black hair, while his arms were wrapped firmly around my neck.
“Is it bad that I want you this badly?” I whispered to him after a few minutes.
He giggled, “No.. I want you just as badly.” he replied seductively.
I virtually tore his shirt away, exposing his smooth, flawless chest. I hungrily kissed and nibbled his neck, causing him to moan softly in pleasure. His skin was soft to the touch, and warm. Seizing his pant’s button, I jerked it lose and ripped the zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers off without much effort. His beautiful dick was hard as cement, standing straight up between his legs. He blushed a little when he realized I was staring at it.
“You’re so…stunning.” I mumbled to myself.
I then got on my knees in front of him and took his six and a half inches in my mouth. His dick tasted somewhat salty, but I didn’t mind. I liked his dick being in my mouth. For the next several minutes I sucked him off, moans of pleasure and ecstasy coming from us both. After a few more minutes, he had a leg shaking orgasm, shooting off several ropes of cum into my mouth.
“Geez, I’m sorry man. I didn’t even warn you.” he said between pants, trying to catch his breath.
“Its fine.” I smiled back at him, wiping his juices from my chin and cheeks.
I stood up and kissed his lips gently, taking my right hand and softly stroking his cheek as I did. His still semi-hard dick was pressed into my own as he stood on the edge of his toes to return my kiss, his arms wrapping around my neck once again.
This sensation was different than any I’d felt before. Being with him by itself was heavenly to me, but kissing him and touching him this intimately was on a whole different level. I was a virgin, unlike him, but I could tell I wasn’t going to be one much longer.
We fell back on his bed, my hands finding themselves a place on each of his ass cheeks; gently squeezing them as we continued to make out.
After a few more minutes of this, he threw his head back against his pillow, “Take me..!” he gasped.
I pulled away immediately with brief shock. I knew what he meant, I was just surprised it was actually happening.
“Are you sure?” I asked him, stroking his cheek gently.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I want you in me.” he replied, cheeks turning red from the exertion our session was costing him.
I nodded my head and relented. I wanted him too, and if this is how he wanted it, I was happy to give it to him.
Without any lube present to help him loosen up, I was forced to rely on the only other thing I knew that might work, but I was, at least a first, unsure of how I felt about it. Nevertheless, I got on my knees, turned him over on his stomach, and planted my tongue right between his two smooth ass cheeks. He gasped in shock and immense pleasure as I rimmed him, wetting his ass in preparation for what was to come.
It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. He obviously cleaned himself well. Before long, I’d found a rhythm and was furiously eating him out. His moans and groans, followed by his quick gasps and the fact that his dick was now fully erect was a sign to me that this was completely turning him on. He was loving it, and that made me happy.
Before long, he was finally ready. I stood up and lifted his legs, resting one on each of my shoulders.
“Wait.” he said suddenly, reaching his arm over the side of the bed and then sticking it underneath. He retrieved a small condom package and tossed it up to me.
“Use this.” he said, “Just to be safe.”
I nodded and smiled at him, taking the condom from its package and slowly placing it over my rock solid boner.
“Be gentle…” he mumbled softly.
“I will.” I replied, reaching down and ruffling his hair, “I’d never hurt you, bud.”
With that, I pressed my dick against his soft but wet asshole and slowly pushed it in. He gasped with pain as it broke through and slid into him. I was careful not to push it in to quickly, and the saliva I’d left on his asshole was helping ease the process a little. After a few seconds, I was completely inside of him. I could feel all of him, and it was a feeling beyond good.
He looked up to me, face red as a cherry, and nodded, “I’m ready.”
Without any other words, I began to slowly pump my hips; sliding my dick slowly in and out of his ass. I could tell he was in pain, so I kept it slow until I began to notice moans of pleasure coming from him.
“Uhhh, harder…” he moaned after a few minutes. “I want it harder.”
That’s when I leaned down, planted my lips on his, and began to furiously pump my dick in and out of his hot ass. We made out as I fucked him for everything he had, losing my virginity in the process. The feeling of his ass clenched around my dick was amazing. No words could fully describe what I was feeling. I could tell he was liking it too, and for several minutes we lost ourselves in our love making.
I could feel myself nearing my orgasm, so I reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking him off furiously as I continued to fuck him. At one point I even lightly spanked his ass, something that seemed to turn him on even more. At that point, he let out a chilling groan of pleasure and shot his load all over my stomach as he climaxed. I wasn’t far behind, and before I knew it, my knees shook, and I shot my own load within him, moaning loudly as I did.
Slowly, I slipped out of him and removed the condom. I then collapsed next to him in the bed, and we spent the next few minutes in silence trying to catch our breaths. Taking a glance outside his window, I’d noticed the sun slipping below the horizon, and then I noticed his shallow breathing. He had fallen asleep.
I smiled and pulled his blanket over the two of us, making sure he looked comfortable before pulling his still-naked body close to mine and cuddling with him. I kissed his forehead softly as I watched him sleep. He didn’t move much, nor did he make much noise. He was simply peaceful, and the sight of it warmed my heart.
It wasn’t much longer, and I too, fell asleep, drifting into a world of dreams where he, no doubt, awaited me…

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