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“Oh, God, yes, Kim, that feel so…aghh!”



Marc was startled as he recognized his sister’s voice. But it sounded like it was coming from Kim’s room. He’d been living with his sister, Lisa and her housemate, Kim for nearly two weeks. It had been uncomfortable and unpleasant from the start.



His mom, now on husband number five, had decided she and her new beau were going to get married the day after he graduated high school and started their honeymoon immediately. So instead of having one last summer with his high school friends, to lounge around and have fun, he was unceremoniously shipped off to where he would be attending college in the fall.



The house he was sharing with his sister and her housemate had been bequeathed to Marc and Lisa by his father who had been a senior professor at the college. It hadn’t been Marc’s first choice, nor Lisa’s, for that matter. But surviving dependents received a substantial break on tuition and matriculation fees, and as their mom had failed to do much to provide for their education, their first choice of schools had been moot. In fact, Marc suspected that their so-called mother was happy to be rid of them both, she could spend more time doing what she did best. He wasn’t sure what she did best, but she certainly wasn’t mother of the year.



Marc was far from happy with the situation. He and Lisa had never gotten along as kids. As they had grown older they had fought constantly and with increasing viciousness, at least verbally. The last time one of their fights had turned physical, just before high school, Lisa had broken his nose. Marc lost it at that point, and had literally held her by the throat, several inches off the ground, and told her that if she ever hit him again he would break her neck.



Step-dad number two (or was it number three?) had been a former Marine, and had beaten Marc badly. Surprisingly, their mom had divorced the man over the incident. Marc suspected that she had merely been looking for an excuse, as she had taken up with her next husband before the divorce was finalized.



So here he was, fucked out of his post high school graduation, sharing his late father’s house with his only sister whom he despised, with no friends, no job, no girlfriend, no nothing. The only bright spot in all this was Kim, the highly attractive Asian girl who was sharing the house with him and Lisa.



Kim was nearly the exact opposite of Lisa. Where his sister had continued to be catty, bitchy, and outright mean, Kim had done her best to make peace between the two siblings, giving him a kind word, even attempting to apologize for Lisa’s behavior. Sometimes she would even reprimand Lisa when she became especially bitchy, reminding her that since he’d arrived, he’d done most of the chores, a fair bit of handyman work around the house, and done nothing to provoke his sister’s periodic outbursts.



That Lisa would listen to Kim and back down attested to the depth of their friendship. Lisa and Kim were both on the college cheerleading squad. While Lisa had been somewhat wild during high school, Kim had managed to calm her down quite a bit. After she’d moved in, by all accounts, Lisa had quit her wild partying and buckled down on her academics. Without Kim, Marc doubted whether Lisa would have maintained the grades or appearance of ‘moral turpitude’ required to stay on the squad.



In fact, he had gotten into quite a row with his sister earlier. He’d spent the day doing yard work, mowing, edging, cleaning the pool, etc. Afterwards, he’d showered and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, not noticing it was the last one. Lisa had exploded. Kim had gotten between the two. After a tense dinner, Kim suggested Marc might meet up with a local cycling crew which made a practice of taking group bike rides in the cool of the night.



Marc loved cycling and readily agreed. Unfortunately, part of the ride was over some fairly rough road. He hadn’t seen the pot hole that caused him to endo. He’d been able to roll out of the spill with only a few scrapes and bruises, but his front rim had been buckled. A couple of the other riders had stopped and helped him out. They had applied some basic fist aid, then stayed with him until someone came around with a pick-up truck to bring him home, several hours earlier than he’d planned.



All the lights at home were out, so Marc assumed, with more than a little relief, that the girls had gone to sleep. After depositing the remains of his wreaked bike in the garage, he let himself in as quietly as a cat burglar. Thus he heard the sound of his sister’s voice clearly, along with assorted moans and soft cries. Padding softly through the house, he perceived that the sound was coming from Kim’s room.



Her door was partially open, the warm flicker of candle light spilling into the hallway. He had to pass by to get to his own room. As he did, he couldn’t help but glance in. What he saw astounded him.



Lisa was lying on her side, naked. Her hips were undulating against Kim, who was nearly nude, except for the strap-on she was wearing which was firmly embedded in Lisa’s ass. One of Kim’s hands was working a vibrator in and out of his sister’s clean shaven pussy; the other was around Lisa’s head holding it into a deep, passionate kiss. Both of his sister’s hands were kneading her own sizable breasts, often pulling at her hardened nipples.



Marc had always known his sister was a hottie, in spite of the animosity between them. He had right after he’d hit puberty, inadvertently thought about her while he’d masturbated, but had always felt disgusted at himself afterwards. Once he started dating, and more importantly, having sex, that stopped and hadn’t happened again.



However, with the tableau of these two erotic creatures before him, he was unable to control his reaction. Transfixed, he was couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. His cock stiffened and was tenting his shorts.



The girls broke their passionate kiss. Lisa’s eyes fluttered opened and locked on his. “MARC!” she screamed at the same instant he shouted, “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…”



Shocked back to awareness, he turned and ran into his room closing the door behind him. Marc collapsed onto his chair. He heard Lisa and Kim arguing loudly.



“Lisa, calm down. We should have made sure the door was closed. Marc is a good guy, I’m sure he didn’t mean…”



“Fuck that, Kim. That little shithead was spying on us! I’m gonna break my foot off in his ass and if he so much as touches me, I’m gonna call the cops and have him thrown in jail!”



“No, Lisa, you will do no such thing.” Kim’s voice was calm as if she were scolding a insolent child.



“Really!?! Look here, Kim. I may like playing the sub for you in bed, but that fucker is gonna pay!”



Marc’s ears perked up. Wait a minute, his sister, the queen bitch who’d tormented him as long as he could remember, was not only a lezzy, but also into bondage! Oh, this was too good!



Finally he had Lisa over a barrel. The college was very conservative and associated with a fundamentalist religion. If even a hint of what went on got to the administration, he could have her expelled! This was almost to good to be true. He could blackmail her into, into what? Being nice? Probably not. But at least he could use the leverage he had on her now to make her be civil, or at the very least, stop her from being a complete bitch.



Kim spoke again as if she’d been reading Marc’s thoughts, “Lisa, remember where you are. If word of this gets out, we’re both off the squad. More likely we’ll be kicked out of school. I know your mom probably won’t give a rats ass, other than having to find another school for you, but my folks will probably kill me and then disown me, in that order. I’m here on a scholarship. If I get expelled, I might not ever get another chance to go to college. Dammit, this isn’t just about you!”



Shit! If he ratted out Lisa he was fucking over Kim as well, something he hadn’t realized. While Marc would have gleefully raked his sister over the coals, he liked Kim a lot. Fucking her over to get at his sister wasn’t something he was prepared to do. But neither of the girls knew that. If he played this right, he might still be able to get Lisa off his back without screwing over anybody.



He heard Kim talking again, right outside his door. From the sound of it, Kim was getting pissed off.



“Lisa, this is not negotiable. You get your ass back to your room, and I mean right now, or you and me are done. I love you, but I’m not going to let you sacrifice my future just because you insist on being a cast iron cunt to you’re brother! He’s been nothing but really nice since he arrived. And you’ve been nothing but a fucking bitch to him when he’s around. I’ve just about had it. Try me if you think I’m fucking kidding!”



To his surprise, he heard Lisa agree meekly. A moment later, he heard a door open and close. Then there was a knock at his door.



“Marc, it’s Kim. I really need to talk with you. Can I come in?”



Marc waited a moment, composing himself and making his face a neutral mask. “It’s open,” he said blandly.



Kim opened the door and stepped into his room dressed in a shear, thigh length robe of red silk. Marc was stripping off his clothes, revealing the minor injuries he’d sustained. The bruises were beginning to purple, but she couldn’t help but notice that he was lean and muscular. His bright blue eyes seemed to burn into her. For a long moment, Kim stared at Marc, not sure how to begin.



It was Marc who finally broke the uneasy silence.



“So, you and my sister, huh. I never would have figured you two. I mean, no flannel, no mullets, I guess that would make y’all lipstick lesbians.” He said matter-of-factly.



Kim regarded him for a moment and realized he was wearing only his underwear. The large bulge there made her swallow involuntarily. Lisa’s kid brother was either stuffing socks into his undies or…



“Kim?”



She forced herself to look at his face.



“What did you want to talk about?”



“About Lisa and me, and what you’re going to do about it.”



“Well, I’m thinking about getting some payback on Lisa.”



“Why? What is it between you two?”



“Fuck if I know. All I do know is as far back as I can remember, Lisa’s done everything she could to make me miserable. Now I have a chance to even the score.”



“Marc, I can kinda get why you’d want to, just based on how she’s been acting toward you since you got here. But I’m begging you, please don’t.”



“Yeah? Why not?”



“Because if you go and fuck her over you’ll end up fucking me as well.”



“That’s true, but it’s also too good an opportunity to pass up. I know you’d probably tell me to let it slide and if I were a better person I probably would, but I’m not. So if you have any suggestions on how I can make sure she gets what’s coming to her that doesn’t fuck you as well, I’m all ears.”



Kim sat down on the edge of Marc’s bed and fidgeted with the hem of her robe. She sighed in frustration.



Marc was watching her, waiting. He couldn’t help notice that her robe had opened slightly, revealing the round swell of one of her breasts. Shit, Kim was in his room, sitting on his bed, practically naked and he was standing there in just his underwear. He’d noticed that she’d been staring at his junk a little earlier. Hmmmm.



“Can I ask you something, Kim?”



“Uhm, I guess.” Kim blushed slightly, her eyes gazing longingly at his almost naked body. He really was a good looking guy. She felt her nipples stiffen and became aware of the silk brushing lightly over the sensitive nubs.



Other than Lisa’s pretty face and killer bod, what do you see in her? I mean, You’re really nice, and Lisa is, well, a fucking bitch from hell.”



“Marc, you won’t believe this, but Lisa is really very sweet, just not to you. She’s really helped me out a lot, with cheerleading, with school, and she’s my best friend.”



“You’re right. I don’t believe it. When we both lived with my mom, she was miss popularity, but even then she was a bitch. Even her friends thought so. But they were all the hottest girls in school, so they hung out together, fucked who they wanted and fucked over everybody else.”



“Maybe that’s part of it. When she first got here, she wasn’t the prettiest or most popular girl. Actually, she was kind of shy and pretty lonely. We had several classes together and I got to know her during the study groups. We talked and found out we like a lot of the same things, music, movies, books, so on. We were both cheerleaders in high school. We tried out for the squad here together. It was so cool that we both made it.”



“Yeah, okay, I can kinda see that. So when did you hook up?”



Right after we found out we made the squad. We scored some beer and came over here. We were excited and a little tipsy. At some point we hugged, then kissed, and it just kinda went from there.”



Kim realised that as she said the last part, the bulge in Marc’s underwear had gotten noticeably larger. It wasn’t a sock in there! The tingle in her nipples settled lower. she could feel herself heating up. Unconsciously, she began squeezing her thighs together against the heat that was building inside. A wicked thought popped into her head.



“Marc, I have an idea. What if I said we might be able to get at Lisa in such a way that she’d quit slagging on you, give you the respect you deserve and maybe even start being nice to you?”



“Okaayyy, I’m listening.”



“And if I said that part of the deal is you getting to have sex with me?”



“You now have my undivided attention. Go on.”



“First off, I have to let you in on something about Lisa and me. You see, after we got together, we played some games. As it turns out, Lisa is a submissive in bed, and I found out I get off on dominating her, though when I’m with a guy, I like for him to take control.”



“Whoa, hold up a sec. If you’re suggesting that I dominate my sister, meaning I have to fuck her, no way. She’s my freaking SISTER, for chistsakes!”



“No, I’m not suggesting anything like that. Being a top is more of a mental game than a physical one. But how would you be with watching me fuck her like a slut, then making her watch you fuck me the same way? You wouldn’t be touching her, but if it was clear that I’m her Mistress and I’m submitting to you, it might make it so she identifies you as the alpha in the overall scheme of things.”



Marc was clearly aroused now. His cock was straining against the fabric of his underwear and a dark spot of precum had appeared. Kim stood up and let her robe fall open. She moved over to Marc and pressed herself against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked into his bright blue eyes.



“Please, Marc? I think it would work. And if it does we’ll have to reinforce the pecking order on a regular basis. C’mon, admit it. You would enjoy watching two hotties perform for your pleasure. Watching them have sex, the being able to fuck the shit out of one of them afterwards. And it would be completely humiliating to Lisa, which, if I know your sister, she would enjoy nearly as much. What do you say?”



Marc brought his arms around her and cupped the firm cheeks of her ass. He picked her up and she automatically wrapped her long legs around his waist. He pulled her pubic mound into the hard lump of his erection. Kim pushed back into him and began to dry hump him through his underwear. He kissed her, touching her lips softly, then forcefully. Kim moaned as their lips parted and his tongue invaded her mouth. She accepted it eagerly, sucking on it as she twined her tongue around his.



As the kiss ended, she smiled, giggling, “I guess that means you like my plan and are glad to be part of it.”



Marc smiled back, “I guess it does. So, what now?”



“First off, you should probably set me down before I tear your undies of with my teeth and fuck you right here and now. There will be time enough for that later. Next, I’ll need about ten minutes with Lisa alone. Maybe you should go take a shower and put some bandages on those scrapes. When you’re ready, just walk into my room naked and we’ll go from there. Sound good?”



Ten minutes and twelve seconds later, Marc, freshly washed, opened Kim’s bedroom door and strolled in.



Kim sat on her bed, naked. Lisa was kneeling in front of her legs apart, arms behind her back, bound at the elbows and wrists. Marc could see a blue butt plug in her ass and the end of a large pink vibrator protruding from her pussy, the bottom of which rested on the floor. Kim had her legs splayed open. Her hands were in Lisa’s hair so she could control her head. Kim was making Lisa lick her.



“Ohhh, yes, that’s it. Fuck my pussy with your tongue, you nasty slut. Ahh, fuck, yeah, right there. Now suck on my clit. Be a good little slut. Oh, god yessssss, AAAGHHHHH!” she yelled as she climaxed. “Now lick up all your Mistresses juices. Clean it good like the pussy hungry slut you are.”



Kim looked up and saw Marc standing there, fully erect. She gasped then smiled as she noted the size of his hard cock. Definitely not a sock! “Hello, Marc. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show. If you feel like jacking off, feel free.”



Hearing Kim speak, Lisa began to struggle, trying to pull her head out of Kim’s crotch. Kim immediately forced the blonde’s head back into place. “I don’t recall giving you permission to stop or do anything other than lick my cunt clean, slut! Now get to it and don’t you dare stop until I say so!” she commanded firmly.



Instead of obeying, Lisa continued to struggle. Kim jerked Lisa’s head back and slapped her hard on the cheek. “I gave you and order, slut. Why is it that you think you’re free to disobey me?”



Lisa began to stammer, “No, Kim, Marc can’t be here, please…” She was cut off by another slap on the cheek.



“Shut up, slut. Marc is here because I asked him. And since he decided to accept my invitation, there’s something we need to get worked out. And that is you being a mean, nasty, cunt bitch to your brother. I don’t know why you act that way, and I don’t really care. But it ends tonight!”



She stood up and hauled Lisa to her feet by her hair. “Don’t you dare let that vibrator come out or I’ll whip your pussy with the riding crop and not let you cum for a week.”



Lisa, wide eyes filling with tears, brought her legs together to keep the device, already halfway out, from sliding the rest of the way.



“Oh, my poor little slut. I forgot how wet you like to get when you’re treated this way,” Kim mocked with concern. “Here, let me help you,” she continued as she reached down and pushed the toy deep inside Lisa. “Is that better?” Kim cooed as she flicked her finger over Lisa’s clit, causing the blonde to shudder. Lisa, barely able to move her head, managed to nod slightly.



“Good girl. Now we’re going to show your little brother just what kind of a nasty slut you are. You’re going to get on your knees in front of him and beg his forgiveness for the way you’ve treated him. But first, we’re going to make sure that vibrator doesn’t come out until I want.”



Kim went to the nightstand, opened a drawer and removed a harness. It was soon in place, strapped around Lisa’s waist and between her legs, keeping the vibrator firmly in place.



“Now, do as your told, slut”.



Lisa walked over to her brother and knelt before him. Kim followed sat crosswise on his lap and draped an arm around his shoulders. She let her other hand drift down and wrap around the section of his shaft that was sticking up above the thigh she’d nestled against it. She jacked him slowly and, with an imperious look at Lisa, leaned into Marc and kissed him deeply.



“Kim, what the hell are you doing!?” Lisa shouted.

Kim ignored her and continued to kiss Marc. Lisa began demanding an explanation, yelling and cussing at both of them. Finally the kiss ended and Kim fixed an angry glare on Lisa.



“I’m doing what we’ve talked about several times; bringing another person, most likely a guy, into our fun. If I remember right, you agreed that it would be someone of MY choosing, who may or may not want to fuck you, but would be here to see what a obedient, horny slut you are, to help me humiliate you like you wanted.



“Dammit, Kim, please, not Marc, not him!”



“Yes, him. And as you’ve embarrassed me by your rank disobedience, by disrespecting your Mistress and your brother with your outburst, I think there’s no need for you to say anything until you’ve learned your lesson.”



Kim swirled her finger over the tip of Marc’s cock, collecting a bit of the precum gathered there. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked it with obvious pleasure. “Mmmm, that’s tasty. I’ll be sure to get some more of that later, but first, if you’ll excuse me, Marc, I have to attend to a disobedient cunt of a slave.”



She slide off Marc’s lap, went to the nightstand and produced a ball gag. She came back, grabbed Lisa by the hair, forced her head back, then jammed the gag into her mouth.



“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t kneel properly either. Now spread your legs!”



Lisa gave Kim an angry, defiant look and shook her head. Kim sighed, then went and leaned into Marc. Whispering in his ear, she said, “Lisa is putting up more resistance than I expected. Just play along and I promise it will turn out they way we planned. Okay, sweetie? But for now, I’ll need the chair.”



Marc turned to look at Kim. He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her lips to his, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Kim, surprised by his action, resisted for a split second, then melted into the kiss with an ardor that she did expect, but found herself enjoying more than she’d imagined. He wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled he head back with firm gentleness, breaking their kiss and exposing her throat. With his other hand he cupped a breast and squeezed.



Nibbling his way down her neck, past the collarbone and onto the swell of her other breast, he ended by sucking her hard nipple between his teeth and bite down softly. Kim moaned loudly and shuddered with jolts of electricity that ripped through her. Marc released her and stood up.



“Far be it for me to interfere with the punishment of a, say, what is Lisa? A disobedient slut or a disobedient slave?”



Kim grinned wickedly and laughed. “All of the above, but I’ll fix that!”



Kim turned to Lisa, whose glare of rage turned to fear as the Asian girl dragged her to her feet roughly by her hair. Kim forced the girl behind the chair and pushed her forward, so Lisa was bent over the back of the chair with her face in the seat. The chairback was high enough that the tips of her toes barely touched the floor.



“Marc, would you be so kind as to hold my slut in place while I get some things? Just keep hold of her hair and don’t let her smother.”



Marc took hold of his sister and pulled her head up. Lisa continued to struggle and wiggle free of her tormentors, her cries muffled by the ball gag.



Kim rummaged in her closet and returned with a set of ankle cuffs, a piece of metal about a yard long with eye loops at either end, a paddle and a riding crop. With deft movements, she attached the cuffs to Lisa’s ankles, then the metal bar to the cuffs, spreading Lisa’s legs apart. Next, she secured the cuffs to the chair legs, binding Lisa in place. Afterwards, she removed the waist harness, the butt plug and the vibrator and switched it off.



“You were both disobedient and disrespectful to your mistress and my invited guest. Your punishment will be ten strokes of the paddle on your ass for your disobedience. For your disrespect, the punishment will be five strokes on you pussy with the crop. And as your disrespect was to both me and your brother, it will be five strokes each, ten in total.”



She looked at Marc and said, “Marc, courtesy would suggest that you administer your part of the punishment. But unless you’ve had sufficient practice to do this safely, it would be better if I did it.”



“Sure, go ahead. It’s not like I’ve done this before.”



“No, I didn’t think you had. But one needs to start somewhere. Why don’t we do it like this; you give her ten spanks with your hand and I’ll take care of the rest?”



“Sounds good.”



“Okay. Make sure you keep your palm flat and your fingers together. Usually I make her count the strokes. But since the poor dear has something in her mouth, I’ll count off for her. Whenever you’re ready, Marc.”



Kim knelt down in front of the chair and lifted Lisa’s head. She stroked her cheek softly



and said, “You’ve been mean to your brother for years, now you’re going to get a little of your comeuppance. I hope Marc enjoys this as much as I’m going to enjoy watching.”



SMACK! The first blow landed. Lisa’s eyes went wide with pain and teared up. Her scream was muffled by the gag.



“That’s one.” Kim smiled. “Marc, do try and wait a second or two between each swat. Change up the timing and where you strike. The anticipation of the next blow is as much a part of the punishment as the actual spanking.”



Marc took Kim’s advise and continued the punishment with Kim counting off the blows. She noticed that as he spanked his sister, Marc’s cock seemed to swell and become harder. She also noticed that Lisa was pushing back just a little each time his hand made contact on her ass.



Once the tenth blow landed Kim said, “Marc! You’re a natural. Maybe you would like to give her my ten also, or is your hand too sore?”



“Oh, Kim, I’ve been dying to to see Lisa spanked for years. If my hand was a bloody stump right now I’d still say ‘yes’!”



“Be my guest, then.”



SMACK!



“Eleven.”



Marc finished the spanking, his eyes fever bright and his cock throbbing visibly. Kim saw that Lisa’s face was covered in arousal. Kim leaned in close to her slave. “You liked that, didn’t you, having your pretty ass spanked by your brother? I’ll bet your pussy is soaking,’ she whispered into her ear. Lisa, flushed from her treatment, blushed crimson, then nodded slightly.



Kim stood up and hugged Marc. “You did great for your first time, lover boy.” She ran her fingers lightly over Lisa’s reddened ass cheeks. “You spread it around nice and even, her ass is a prefect shade of red and there isn’t even finger marks which means you landed each stroke perfectly.” Kim ran a fingertip down along Lisa’s slit and found it wet. She pushed the finger into her pussy. Lisa moaned as it entered. She’d been right, the girl was dripping with arousal.



Kim removed her finger, brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean of Lisa’s juices. She wrapped her arms around Marc and pulled him into a deep kiss. His arms went around her as he returned her attention. The hand he’d used for the spanking made contact with her skin and felt hot enough to burn. She caught his hand and turned it over. Marc’s palm was nearly the same color as Lisa’s ass. Kim kissed it gently and pressed his palm onto her breast, soaking up its heat.



“I’ll teach you how to handle the paddle safely so you won’t have to do that to yourself again. It must hurt quite a bit.”



“It does, but not as much as her ass, I’ll bet!”



Kim laughed and gave him another kiss. She reached down and squeezed his cock. “I need to finish punishing this cunt. As soon as I’m done taking care of her, I’ll take care of you, really good care.”



Give me a hand?”



“Sure, what do you need?”



“I need to have this monster inside me,” she giggled, giving his cock another squeeze. “But for now, if you would keep the count, please?”



“No problem.”



She picked up the riding crop and flicked her wrist a few times. The noise of the crop slicing through the air, followed by the snap of the leather fob at its end caused Lisa to shudder visibly. As she moved to take her position behind the bound girl, Kim ran the end of the crop over Lisa’s body, interspersed with an occasional flick in the air. She took her time and traced different lines down her side, around the outer swell of her breast, along her spine, each line broken by a SWOOSH-SNAP, just above the skin. Kim ended her build up on the inside of Lisa’s legs and thighs. She went from one side to the other slowly, but would pause each time she passed Lisa’s crotch to gently run the fob over her exposed and vulnerable labia.



SWISH-SMACK!



A sudden flick set the end of the crop directly on Lisa’s labia. Lisa’s shriek of pain was loud enough to fill the room even through the gag.



“One. Damn, that sounded awful.”



“It is and it’s supposed to be, Marc. If a punishment is given effectively, it won’t need to be used except rarely. Disobedience is bad enough, but it can happen occasionally. Disrespect can never be tolerated. The punishments for disrespect are naturally far more severe and far more painful for that reason. Do you understand?”



“Yeah,” Marc nodded, “yeah, I get it. Please, continue.”



SWISH-SMACK!



“Two.”



It was the longest ten count of Marc’s life. By the end, he actually felt sorry for Lisa. She had stopped shrieking around ‘seven’, but eyes were red and her face was covered in the tears that streamed down freely.



Kim set the crop down, got on her knees, and began to kiss and lick the spots she had abused so cruelly just moments before. Lisa’s eyes soon dried and glazed over with arousal as the expression of pain that had clouded her face was replaced with ecstasy. A low guttural moan issued from her throat and her body began to shake.



Kim continued to lick Lisa’s pussy while she unfastened the ankle cuffs. Once Lisa’s legs were free, Kim stood, dragging the tips of her engorged nipples over the back of Lisa’s thighs. She unbound the restraints at Lisa’s elbows, but left the wrists restraints as they were, and helped her stand.



“Now then,” Kim purred in Lisa’s ear as she ran her fingers lightly over the blonde’s breasts, pressing her own into Lisa’s back, “let’s try this one more time. Are you going to be a good, obedient slut?”



Lisa nodded her head in acquiescence.



“Good girl. Marc, would you have a seat? I think Lisa has something she’d like to say to you. Oops, I suppose it will be easier for her to say anything if she doesn’t have her mouth full.”



Marc relaxed in the chair while Kim removed the gag, tossing on the bed, and unfastened the wrist cuffs from each other. As soon as she was done, Kim slide back into Marc’s lap as she had before; crosswise, with her long legs extending over one side of the chair, one arm draped around his shoulders, her free hand squeezing and jacking his hard shaft.



“Go ahead, Lisa.”



“Yes, Mistress.”



Lisa walked gingerly around to the front of the chair, facing the couple. She knelt, slowly, gracefully, until she was in what was, apparently, ‘the proper position’. Her knees were spread wide and her feet together. Lisa’s labia were red, swollen and glistening with arousal. Her spine was straight and her hands were clasped behind her, causing her back to arch upward slightly, making her large breasts jut out and her nipples point up. Though her chin was held high, she kept her eyes cast down demurely.



“Mistress, would you allow your slut to speak to your guest?”



“Yes, if you have something worth saying.”



“Marc, for years I’ve been a mean nasty bitch to you. I don’t know why and I have no excuse. I’m sorry I’ve treated you so badly. Please forgive me.” Lisa kept her tone flat and emotionless as she made the apology demanded of her.



Kim stopped kissing Marc’s neck. “Well, Marc, do you accept her apology?”



He sighed. “Considering that this is the first time she’s ever even tried to apologize, I think it only polite to take it at face value. Apology accepted.”



“Personally, I thought it left something to be desired, but if you’re okay with it… Besides, right now I think there’s something more pressing to deal with,” Kim giggled again, as she gave his shaft another good squeeze. “Marc, you feel like you’re ready to pop. Before you watch me give Lisa a good hard fucking, how would you like me to suck that fat cock of yours?”



“You think I’m gonna say ‘no’? Best offer I’ve had in weeks!”



Kim moved so she was straddling his lap. She kissed him deeply on the mouth and they dueled with their tongues for a while. She began to slide off his lap, kissing her way down his body as she sank to the floor. He found his cock in the valley of her cleavage and felt her breasts pressed against his thighs.



Now his cock was level with her face and she rubbed it lightly over the soft smooth skin of her cheeks, first one, then the other. She kissed it then flicked her tongue out, barely touching the veined shaft. Kim worked her way down to the base, then up until she could lap at the sticky precum which had coated the head.



With her lips pursed together, she slowly engulfed his cock, letting its girth push her lips open. Kim massaged his shaft with her tongue as she took more of him in until it filled her mouth. She gagged slightly as his head hit the top of her throat, then pulled back until only the mushroomed head was left inside. Kim repeated her actions, bobbing her head with agonizing slowness while she jacked the bottom two thirds of his shaft with delicate hands.



Marc groaned with pleasure at her ministration. He glanced up and saw Lisa, still kneeling before him. She was flushed, lips parted slightly, breathing fast and shallow, hard nipples engorged and extended. Her pelvis seemed to jerk and undulate of its own accord. He’d never seen her this way, full of lust, a slave to desire. Her mouth worked silently. He realized she was opening and closing it in time with Kim’s bobbing head, as if, as if she was the one sucking his cock.



That thought created and image of her, his sister, the one who had tormented him for years, on her knees sucking his cock, making him cum and swallowing his load, and doing it willingly, with total abandon. That image tore through his mind and sent him over the edge.



He exploded in Kim’s mouth, taking her by surprise. She worked to swallow his essence, but it was too much. Dribbles of his cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her face. As his spurs slowed she began to suck him harder and finally extracted the last of his load.



Kim pulled her head off him with a small ‘pop’. She smiled and opened her mouth, revealing she hadn’t swallowed the last of it. With a wicked look in her eyes, she closed her mouth, turned around and crawled to Lisa.



The kiss she gave the girl was deep and sensuous. Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise, then closed in bliss as she accepted the gift of her Mistress. Kim pressed her hand into Lisa’s crotch and the girl began pushing against it, fucking herself on her Mistress’s fingers. Kim broke the kiss, but Lisa leaned forward and licked her face clean with obvious delight.



Kim pushed a hand in between Lisa’s opened legs and found her dripping wet. As Lisa began to hump herself on Kim’s hand, Kim cooed into Lisa’s ear, “Jeezus, your pussy is soaking wet. I hope you’re ready for a good hard fucking. I’m going to bend you over then pound tasty little pussy and then that tight little ass while Marc watches. I want him to see what kind of a slut you are. And you are going to enjoy ever second of it, aren’t you?”



“Oh, yessss, Mistress. Please fuck my pussy until I cum.”



“No, slut, I’m going to fuck you until your brother says you can cum,” Kim purred softly, so only Lisa could hear. “And while I’m fucking you, I want you to imagine that its Marc’s big cock inside you.”



Lisa’s eyes went wide. She whispered a barely audible “Oh God,” and began shaking violently as her orgasm ripped through her.



“You came without permission! Bad girl! Bad slut!”



“I’m sorry, Mistress. I lost control when…”



Kim growled into Lisa’s ear, “When you imagined being fucked by your brother’s big dick?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



Kim stood, leaving the still shivering Lisa kneeling in front of Marc. Their conversation between the two girls had been in low whispers, inaudible to him.



Kim said to Marc, “Lisa disobeyed again. I told her that she was not to cum until you gave her permission. Her punishment is a spanking, five swats. Would you be a dear and give them to her while I get myself ready?”



Marc nodded his assent and started to stand.



“No, don’t get up. She’ll get herself in position so you can spank her without inconveniencing yourself. Oh, and Lisa? From now on you will address Marc as ‘Sir’.”



“Yes, Mistress.”



Marc sat back in the chair. Lisa got on her hands and knees and began to crawl to him. She slithered up his body, eyes burning with heat, making as much contact between their bodies as she could. Now she was laying across his lap, her ass in the air his rapidly stiffening cock poking into her belly.



“I’m ready for my punishment, Sir, at your pleasure.”



SMACK!



“AGGGHHHH! One, Sir. May I please have another?”



Marc delivered the assigned punishment, Lisa moaning with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he did. She could feel his cock become rock hard under her as it took place.



The last blow landed on her reddened ass cheeks,. Lisa finished the count and lay across his lap breathing hard, writhing.



“Please, Sir,” she finally managed to whisper, “Please, may I cum?”



All at once, Marc became acutely aware that it was his sister, lying naked, on his lap. His naked lap. And him sporting a huge boner which was digging into the soft smooth skin of her stomach.



“Get. Off. Of. Me,” he replied tersely, through gritted teeth.



Lisa scrambled from his lap, a shocked look on her face. Kim, who had absented herself, returned wearing a large, purple strap-on. She surveyed the scene.



“What’s going on?”



Lisa scrambled into her kneeling position. “Sir has finished correcting my disobedience, Mistress, and commanded me to get off his lap.”



Kim glanced at Marc, who wore a tight, unreadable expression. He met her eyes. “Yeah, like she said, I gave her the spanking and told her to get off of me.”



The body language and faces of the siblings told her that something had just passed between the two. She decided she would let it pass for now and talk to Lisa later, in private.



Kim stepped up to the kneeling girl and pushed the strap-on to her lips. Lisa opened her mouth began to suck it. Kim started to fuck her face. She grabbed Lisa’s hair and pulled her forward, forcing the length of it down her throat. Her pelvis touched Lisa’s lips before she withdrew and then pushed it all the way in again.



After a few minutes of this, Kim pulled back. “Bend over, slut; I think you’re ready for a good fucking.”



Lisa hurried to comply. She stayed on her knees, but leaned forward until she could rest her weight on her forearms, the tips of her breasts just touching the carpet. Kim got on her knees behind her, lined up the strap-on, and buried it in Lisa’s pussy with one motion.



Lisa’s back arched and she moaned with pleasure as she was penetrated. Kim began to fuck her with long hard stokes. One hand came down, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Her eyes were glazed with lust and unfocused, riding the waves of pleasure flowing through her.



“Oh FUCK YES! Ahhhhh! Thank you, ooooooh, Mistress! Pound my pussy! Oh GOD, I love it. I love being your slut! Fuck me! Fuck your slut!”



Marc watched the two. As before, he was transfixed. His self loathing at being turned on by his sister increased as his cock became harder. He wanted to leave, but his limbs were as numb as his mind, which kept flashing visions of him behind his sister, fucking her so hard she was whimpering and moaning her desire. “Make me cum, Marc. Please, I want to cum. Let me cum for you,” vision-Lisa kept pleading.

The vision flashed back into reality. Lisa was focused on him, begging, “Please, Marc, I want to cum. Aggghhh, fuck! Please tell me to cum. I want it. Want it so much. Pleeaaasse….”



His jaw worked soundlessly. He heard a voice say, “Fuck her in the ass, Kim”.



Marc felt like he was watching a movie. He saw Kim pull back, the strap-on glistening with Lisa’s juices. She kept one hand entwined in his sister’s hair, the other she used to line up with Lisa’s puckered sphincter. Kim pushed forward a little, penetrating her ass. Lisa pushed herself back, taking the length of it into her ass. He heard her moaning with obvious pleasure as she writhed and ground herself on Kim’s prosthetic penis. He saw himself sitting in the chair, cock standing stiffly, its head coated with pre-cum.



Both girls were obviously consumed with desire. Kim’s eyes burned brightly. Lisa’s were glazed with lust and arousal. Their skins were flushed, nipples eraser-hard nubs. Kim fucked Lisa’s ass with long, hard strokes. Lisa’s ass shimmied with the force of Kim’s thrust in and out of her tight puckered hole.



Over the rasp of their breathing and Lisa’s guttural cries, he heard her pleading once more. Pleading him for release.



He saw himself stand and walk unsteadily toward the pair. His cock was inches away from Lisa’s parted lips He heard himself say “You can cum when I cum,” then, horrified, saw himself force his cock into her mouth as she came forward. He kept pressing as she moved back until she was skewered on his cock and Kim’s detachable dick.



In a sudden rush, he was back in his body. He could feel Lisa’s gagging on his cock, her throat milking him, wide eyes looking up, filled with…Surprise? Fear? Lust? A combination of the three? Something else? All at once, he exploded, his cum gushing into her.



Lisa swallowed it all, her body shaking with release. Horrified that he’d violated his sister in such an abject manner, he began to pull back, but Lisa moved forward, as if unwilling to let him go. She kept sucking on him as hard as she could until his cock popped free with an audible ‘pop’.



“Well, for someone who said he wasn’t going to touch his sister’ you sure touched her pretty damn good!” Kim smirked.



A sudden onslaught of fury, driven by shame and self loathing, boiled over in Marc.



“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING CUNT!” he shouted.



Before Kim could react, he was on her. He grabbed her by the hair and, tearing her from Lisa, threw her on the bed. Fear and shock painted her face. In an instant, he was there.



“Marc…” Kim began, trembling. He silenced her with a hard slap to the face.



“I SAID SHUT UP!”



He grabbed her again and flipped her over onto her stomach. Kim tried to fight, but Marc took hold of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. He was on top of her, cock still hard from his released rage. Her strap-on was in the way. He tore at the Velcro fasteners and ripped it off her. He got a knee between her thighs and forced them apart.



SMACK!



Kim cried out as his hand came down on her ass.



“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! NOW PUT YOU ASS IN THE AIR AND TAKE WHAT’S COMING TO YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”



SMACK!



He landed another blow.



Now sobbing, Kim did as he said. Without ceremony Marc pushed into her. His cock sank into her pussy easily. She was tight, but very wet. He fucked her mercilessly. Her body pushed back against his thrusts, slamming up to meet him. Each time she did, his anger increased.



“You like that bitch? Well, fuck you! You won’t like this next part nearly as much!”



As Marc pulled out of her, Kim groaned in protest. Still holding her wrists, he pushed his cock against the tight ring of her ass.



“Oh God, no! You’re too big. Please, Marc, don’t AAAAHHHHHHHH!” Kim shrieked as the head of his dick was forced past her tight opening.



He continued to push himself inside.



“OH GOD, PLEASE, IT HURTS, YOU’RE GOING TO TEAR ME APART! PLEASE STO…mphh!”



Whatever else Kim had to say was muffled by the gag Marc found lying on the bed as he shoved it into her mouth. His pelvis made contact with her ass. He stopped a moment, feeling the walls of her rectum pulse and throb around him cock.



Marc pulled back, then pushed forward. Kim’s muffled cry only served to inflame his desire, his desire to punish her.



He pulled back and pushed forward again.



And again.



And again.



He fucked her brutally. Marc wasn’t even aware when her muffled cries of pain became grunts of pleasure. He only knew he was doing what he wanted and exhilarated the power he had.



All at once, for the third time that night, he came. His orgasm swept over him as he unloaded a torrent of cum deep inside her bowels. Dimly he became aware that Kim was shuddering violently, grinding herself against him.



The next thing he knew, he was lying on his side, Kim’s diminutive frame next to him. Lisa was sitting behind him, her cool hand brushing his cheek.



“Marc?”



Marc bolted upright. The memory of what had just occurred slashed through his skull. Panicked he looked at Kim, then Lisa.



He recoiled from Lisa’s hand.



“Oh Fuck! What… DON’T TOUCH ME!” he yelled.



Marc leaped from the bed and ran from the room. He felt dirty, soiled, stained. “Oh Christ, what have I done?” he groaned silently as he hurried into the bathroom and got in the shower. He turned the water on full blast, as hot as he could stand, then hotter still. The water poured over his body. At some point, it turned cold. Eventually he got out and wrapped a towel around him.



He went to his room and lay down. Sleep eluded him. Marc’s mind was a whirl, but he couldn’t focus. He got up, pulled on some sweat pants and a tee shirt. The house was dark, quiet. Good. He needed to be alone, to think. No, if he thought about what he’d done…



Marc made his way to the kitchen. The girls kept a couple of bottles of booze hidden above the fridge. He grabbed the first one he found, spun the cap off, and took a long swallow. The sour mash bourbon burned its way down his throat, giving him something to focus on. Another swallow. And another.



The walls began to close in. Marc went outside and sat down on the steps of the back porch. Another swallow.



He reveled in the burning sensation of the liquor as he drank. The warmth collected in his gut and spread. Marc lifted the bottle for another drink and realized it was empty. How much had he drunk? He didn’t know. He hadn’t checked to see which bottle he’d grabbed or how much was in it. No matter. There was more.



He started to rise when a black hole opened up underneath him. He fell into the darkness and all awareness left him.



“Marc?”



Light burned through his closed eyelids, blinding him. Someone was running a jackhammer in his skull.



“Marc, baby, can you hear me? Are you okay?



The voice sounded far away, but also, perversely, like it was being shouted in his ear. He felt something cool and wet on his face.



“Marc, are you hurt? Please, say something.”



The voice sounded gentle, concerned, but still far to loud.



He groaned and tried to lift his head. Big mistake. Everything started spinning. He felt a straw being pushed through his dry lips.



“Here, honey, take a sip. Easy now.”



He sipped. Water swirled in his mouth. It tasted awful. He spat it out and groaned again.



“It’s okay, Marc. Have another drink.”



He did. He managed to swallow it. The liquid hit his stomach and he retched.



Soft hands held his head as he vomited. The wet cloth came back, cool and soothing against his face.



He felt his head being lifted then set down gently, replacing the rough concrete of the steps with something soft.



“Try to drink some more, Marc. You’re dehydrated. You did yourself pretty bad last night. But after you get enough water in you, and some ibuprofen, you’ll feel a lot better.”



The hands began moving around his head.



“I don’t feel any lumps and I can’t see any bruises. I think he just drank himself into a stupor. He should be okay, Kim.”



Marc forced his eyes open. His head was in Lisa’s lap. Kim was next to her, concern written all over her face.



She gave him a timid smile. “It’s alright, Marc, drink some more water. Don’t try and get up until you’re ready.”



Time passed. The girls kept urging him to drink the water and talking to him in gentle soothing tones. He puked several more times. Each time, they held his head and passed the washcloth over his face when he was finished. At some point, they got him to swallow several ibuprofen. Eventually, his head quit spinning and he was able to sit up.



“Shit, Marc, you’re a mess. C’mon, let us help you into the shower and get you cleaned up.”



With Kim on one side and Lisa on the other, they got Marc to his feet and helped him to the bathroom. By the time they arrived, his head was spinning again. Marc felt his gorge rise, but was able to make it to the toilet before he threw up.



The girls waited patiently until he was finished. Kim turned on the shower, then both Kim and Lisa helped him stand up, removed his clothes and got him under the water.



“Take your time, Marc,” Lisa said, “You’ll probably want to hurl again, but it’s okay, just go ahead and let it go down the drain. I’ll be right here if you need anything. Kim, sweetie, would you go get some more water? He’s gonna need it.”



The water was warm, pleasant. Marc’s head was still pounding, but already the pain was beginning to recede. He let the water flow into his mouth, swished it around and spat. The shower curtain opened. Lisa handed him two more ibuprofen and Kim gave him a sports bottle after he swallowed the pills. This time he drank deeply, draining the bottle. He felt like retching again, but this time only a foul tasting burp came out.



By the time the hot water ran out, Marc felt nearly human.



They helped him from the shower and dried him off.



“Do you think you can eat, Marc? Lisa be a dear and go get some breakfast going. Hangover food. I’ll help Marc get dressed.”



Kim and Marc got to his room. Marc sat on the bed while Kim dug out a clean pair of shorts and an oversized tee shirt.



“Kim, about last night, I…I want to apologize…”



“No, Marc, I’m the one who needs to apologize. I pushed you too far and too fast.”



“Maybe, but I’m the one who lost control. I RAPED you, Kim. I held you down and forced myself on you, even when you pleaded for me to stop. I HURT you. How can you say that was your fault?”



“Because it was, Marc. Remember, it was my plan. I was the one who was directing it. And I knew something had happened between you and Lisa. I should have stopped right there, but I didn’t. And when I set it up so she had to beg you for release… And I knew you didn’t want to be in a position where you’d do something with Lisa.”



“I could have left. I should have. I wanted to, but…”



“Marc, just listen. After you left last night, Lisa and I talked about what happened. We don’t blame you. And you know what else? We both liked what happened. Lisa admitted she’s been hot for you for a couple of years now. But how could she ever admit something like that? I’ve been hot for you ever since you moved in. But how could I do anything about it when I was involved with Lisa? And you know what else? When you came in Lisa’s mouth, she said she had the biggest orgasm of her life. The same thing happened to me when you fucked me, especially when You fucked me in the ass. I came so hard I literally passed out.”



“So what are you saying?”



Kim slide onto the bed next to Marc and put her arms around him. “I’m saying, lover-boy, that you can’t rape the willing. You didn’t do anything that either Lisa or me didn’t want. In fact, Lisa’s more upset about you not wanting her to touch you. She thinks that she’s been a bitch to you for so long that you hate her and you think she’s ugly. Do you?”



“No. God No!” I’ve never hated her. Been pissed off at her, sure. And I’ve always known how beautiful she is.”



“”Well, then you better tell her that. We certainly don’t want her to start being all super bitch again, do we?”



Kim leaned into Marc for a kiss, but Marc put his hand up. “Maybe I better go brush my teeth, My mouth tastes like roadkill and sweat-socks.”



Kim kissed his cheek and rose. “Yeah, go do that. See you in the kitchen, sweetie.”



Marc brushed his teeth. By the time he was done, the smell of bacon and coffee pervaded the house. His hangover, though not gone, had subsided to the point he was ravenously hungry. He entered the kitchen. Lisa, dressed in a tight, white tank top and lacy boy shorts, was transferring eggs from a skillet to a platter. Bacon was sizzling on the griddle. Kim was dressed in a light yellow tee shirt, several sizes too small which emphasized her breasts and bared her midriff, and a pair of Hello Kitty panties.



Kim immediately gave Marc a tight hug and a deep kiss. Lisa smiled at him sadly. Marc pried Kim off him and went to his sister.



“Marc, about what happened…” she began. He cut her off by sweeping her into his arms and kissing her passionately. Lisa stiffened, surprised, then melted into his embrace and returned his kiss ardently.



As they broke their kiss, Marc reached out and pulled Kim into a three-way hug.



“Alright. I’m hungry and the food smells great. Let’s eat. After breakfast we’ll sort all this out. Sit down, Lisa, I’ll get the food. Kim, set the table.”



While they ate, the three chatted joked. Marc noticed the girls how the girls would continually touch him; the brush of a hand against his arm, a foot on his legs. If his cup ran low on coffee, or if his plate began to empty, they would rush to serve him until made them stop. Once the last of the food was gone, they sat sipping coffee.



“Damn, Lisa that was some good eats. Thanks for breakfast. And to both of you, thanks for taking care of me this morning. I mean it. Kim, would you take care of the dishes? I think Lisa and me need to talk.”



They all got up and Marc took Lisa by the hand. He took her into the living room where they both sat on the couch.



“Lisa, Kim told me you and she talked after, after I left. I want you to know that I don’t hate you and I don’t think you’re ugly. In fact, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”



Lisa’s face lit up. “Did Kim also tell you…”



“About how you’ve felt about me? Yeah, she told me. She also said that you really liked everything I did to you last night. I liked it too, but…”



“But what?”



“You’re still, my sister, Lisa. What happened was wrong. And it’s illegal too. As much as I want to, we can’t.”



Lisa’s face darkened. She slumped down and hung her head. Marc reached out and put his arm around her. Lisa nestled in close, pressed herself against him and laid her head on his chest. He could feel her body quiver, then shake.



“Hey, Lisa, are you okay?”



She shook her head and hugged herself to him tightly.



“Lisa, hey, c’mon, what’s the matter?”



She shook her head again. Marc reached down and placed his hand under her chin.



“Lisa, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.”



He applied gentle pressure to her chin. Lisa resisted a little, then lifted her head. Her face was wet with tears.



“Lisa…”



“You’re my brother, that’s what’s wrong!” she shouted. All at once, she began to bawl uncontrollably. She buried her face into his chest and sob. Perplexed, Marc did the only thing he could; put both arms around her and held her tight.



Eventually, the sobbing ceased and her body quit shaking. After a couple of deep breaths she started talking, almost in a whisper.



“The whole time we were growing up, after Dad left, we had to put up with all of mom’s husbands, all those stupid step-dads. She treated them all like shit. The more she treated them bad, the more attention they gave her, until she got sick of them and got rid of them. I guess I wanted you to pay more attention to me, but I didn’t know how other than be mean to you. But even when I was, and you tried to get back at me, you were never as mean as you could have been.



“But it made me mad that I could be so mean to you, but you always tried to be nice to me until I went to far and you pushed back. Then you’d go back to trying to be nice again. Even when we got older, when I started going out with boys, I would treat them like shit. And they would pay attention to me. I could make them do whatever I wanted. I hated them because they were spineless jerks, but I needed them around to make me feel good until I got bored with them and dumped them. But you never let me push you around the way I did them. You were always standing up to me when I was a bitch.



“And when we were in high school, I heard about the fights you’d get into when guys would talk shit about me. Sometimes, a lot of times, I would set them up so they would, so you’d fight them. It was the only way I could get you to do something I wanted. But even then, I knew it was because you cared about me.



“After I came to college, I began to miss you. I could still make people do what I wanted, until I met Kim. She’s the only other person who’s ever been strong enough to make me back down.



Then, last night, the first time you spanked me, I realized I’ve always wanted you. God it turned me on so much. But then you pushed me off, and it hurt me so bad because I thought you were rejecting me.



“The whole time Kim was fucking me, I was imagining that it was you fucking me. I loved you being in control of when I could cum. I loved it when you told Kim to fuck me in the ass. When you shoved you cock into my mouth and came, it was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life, ever. I thought, I wanted you to take me right then and there, to do to me what you did to Kim. I wanted it so bad. But you yelled at me, told me not to touch you. It was like I was the ugliest person in the world and you hated me for all those things I did to you.



“And then you kissed me before breakfast. Oh God, I’ve never been that happy. I thought that meant everything was okay between you and me, and we could be together. But no, we can’t, because I’m you’re fucking sister.”



Lisa began to weep again. She looked up at Marc, her eyes red and puffy, face streaked with tears and a little bit of snot leaking from her nose.



“I don’t care if you’re my brother. I know you’re a good person. I trust you, Marc and I love you. I want to be with you, make you happy, make up for all the shit I’ve done to you. You’re the only man I’ve ever felt this way for.”



Lisa broke down again. She buried her face in his chest as hard sobs racked her body. Marc held her close, stunned by her confession. His headache had started up again, pounding in his brain. He had no idea what to say, so wisely, he said nothing. He tried to think, but the throbbing in his skull made it difficult. Marc closed his eyes, The throbbing abated somewhat. Lisa began to quiet down. Within a few moments, they were both asleep.



Marc woke up; Lisa curled up on the couch beside him. God, she looked so beautiful. His headache was gone and his mind was clear. Slowly it began to function. Lisa had dropped a huge bomb earlier when she bared her soul to him. She said she loved him, and not like a sister. What the hell? How was he supposed to deal with that?



His body knew exactly what to do. Even as his brain resumed function, he noticed his stiff cock was pressing into her belly. Strangely, he felt none of the guilt or self loathing that beset him last night. He brushed some of her hair from her face and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. Lisa stirred a little and snuggled closer, pressing herself into him. He could feel her breasts, rising and falling with her breath, against his chest.



Kim padded into the room quietly. She came over to the couch and knelt next to the pair.



“That was quite a talk you two had.”



“You were listening?”

This is the final chapter in the saga of Carole and Jesse, Dee-Dee and Charlie. It contains descriptions of mother/son incest, bondage and lesbian sex; if these things are not to your taste, please read no further. But it does have a happy ending!



Grateful thanks to Hatsuda for his editing expertise and positive feedback throughout all six chapters of this story.




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“Dee-Dee wants a baby and I’m to be the father; and more importantly, she wants to conceive by the natural method? How do I feel about it? Oh my god, I’m completely bowled over. This is just a bit much to absorb in a short time. I think you and I need to talk to Dee-Dee about this, and possibly involve Charlie as well. Anyway, how do you feel about the idea?”



“I guess it is a bit of a surprise, but I’m okay with it, honey. You get to be a father, I get to be a grandmother,” “and an auntie at the same time,” I added. “Yes, a bit complicated, that,” mum continued, “I love Dee-Dee very much, and if we can help her achieve her dream, I’m all for it.” With that, we went in search of Dee-Dee.



Dee-Dee laughed gently when I broached the subject with her. “Jesse, honey, I very much want to start a family, but, of course, Charlie and I can’t do it without some help. I think you would be an ideal dad for our child, but I would really prefer to avoid some gynaecologist messing around with my plumbing, even if it is a female. So if you feel up to it, maybe we can arrange a discreet contact without too many erotic overtones.”



“I see, Dee-Dee,” I teased her, “so you just want to use my body for your selfish purposes?”



“Mmm, okay, if you want to put it like that, I can’t disagree, but you would be doing Charlie and me a really big favour. Plus, you get to be a daddy and Carole gets to be both an auntie and a grandmother at the same time.”



Charlie had now come into the room. She looked quite serious, and I asked her how she felt about this project. “Okay, I guess, although I’d really rather it was done by donor insemination, even if you are the donor. Dee-Dee has explained all her reasons, and I’ve told her about my hesitations, although …” and here she looked at Carole and a smile crossed her face. “Tell you what,” she continued, “I’ll make absolutely no objections if Carole is prepared to sleep with me—just once.”



Mum looked stunned. “Charlie, I don’t know—in spite of my little adventure with Dee-Dee, I don’t think I’m really bisexual. Still, maybe … if it will help Dee-Dee, I might be prepared to give it a try.”



“Is that a ‘yes’ then, Carole?” Charlie demanded.



“I guess so, okay.” Mum turned to me with an enquiry in her eyes, and I nodded.



“Mum, this is your decision, and I’ll support whatever way you want to go. I trust Charlie, and I don’t think she’ll steal you away from me, so if it feels good, go for it.”



“Well, it won’t be for a few days yet, for reasons to do with my cycle,” Dee-Dee sounded rather clinical, “I’ll tell you when I’m ripe and ready, Jesse, then you can perform.”



I sighed. “You make me sound like a circus animal, performing on cue.” Dee-Dee just giggled.



“Just so long as you do,” Dee-Dee continued to tease me and I laughed, as did Carole and Charlie.



Our first encounter came about a week later, but Carole and Charlie were forced to delay theirs for similar cyclical reasons. Dee-Dee caught me in the lounge late one afternoon with a wide grin on her face. “Your place or mine, big boy?” she whispered.



“Better be yours, I think, gorgeous, if you can square it with Charlie.”



“Okay, lover, 8.30 sharp—and don’t be late,” Dee-Dee was determined to be in charge, although I suspected that it had to do with her own nervousness.



I showered and dressed in a bathrobe, feeling as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs as I tapped on her door at 8.30.



“Come in, Jesse,” Dee-Dee said, and I saw that she was lying on the bed, covered in a sheet. “So how do you want me?”



“Hmm, don’t tempt me, Dee-Dee — you do know, don’t you, that a woman has a better chance of conceiving if she achieves orgasm as the man cums?”



“I’d heard something like that, but what are you proposing,” she commented suspiciously.



“What I am proposing, my dear aunt, is that you use this combined vibrator/clit stimulator for a while to get you warmed up.”



“Ooh yes, although I suppose you will want to sit and watch me get all hot and bothered, you nasty voyeur.”



“Why, of course, aunty,” I chuckled, “that’s one of the side benefits.”



Dee-Dee sighed dramatically, then put the vibrator into her mouth for lubrication and pushed the sheet back enough to insert it into her pussy.



She turned it on and almost immediately started to gasp and whimper as the sensations built rapidly and with force.



“Aargh, oh god, oh yes, mmm, it feels so good, yes. Now, Jesse, now, please, I’m almost there.”



“Okay, Dee-Dee, on your hands and knees. Doggy style I think for maximum penetration — plus it has the added benefit that you won’t need to look at me enjoying myself.”



Dee-Dee laughed and rapidly changed onto all fours and as I took up my position she removed the dildo. I knew that Dee-Dee would resent and resist any overt attempt on my behalf to get her excited, but as I slid my cock into her well-lubricated cunt, I reached round and stroked her clit. She reacted as I had expected, but I murmured, “Strictly to keep you on the boil, Dee-Dee,” and she relaxed.



At this point, nature and our bodies took over. I started with long deep strokes to allow her vagina to adapt to this uncommon intrusion and her cunt muscles massaged my cock as it plunged in and out. Her breathing became shallower, faster and more ragged, with gasps and moans as her orgasm came closer. I switched to hard fast thrusts, going progressively deeper until we were fucking like animals in heat. Which, on reflection, was exactly the point of this exercise.



Dee-Dee moaned and sobbed as her climax rapidly approached, and I was able, with some effort, to time mine to coincide with hers. I felt all the signs of approaching orgasm as my balls drew up and the electric shocks started in my lower abdomen and the base of my cock. As Dee-Dee screamed her release, I came hard, depositing a goodly load of baby batter right at her cervix, shouting in triumph as I did so.



As I shrank and slipped from her saturated pussy, Dee-Dee dropped to the bed and turned to me. “Thank you, Jesse, that wasn’t as traumatic as I’d feared.”



I wrapped my arms round her and gave her a big hug. “Dee-Dee, if you were attracted to men, you’d have to beat me off with a stick. You’re a lovely woman, and I know you will be a fine mother—to our child.” We both laughed and I gathered up my robe and left.



Three days later, we repeated the encounter (“Just to be sure”, Dee-Dee claimed) and Carole and Charlie had their own little adventure in my and mum’s room. They started early, but after Dee-Dee and I had finished Charlie was nowhere to be found and mum was sound asleep. There was a strong smell of alcohol that I thought was a little unusual, but I was exhausted, and fell into bed and was soon in a heavy dreamless sleep.



I was up early the following morning; I had an early tutorial at 8.30 at the university and left the house by 7.45 with everyone else still asleep. After the two hour tutorial, I was both hungry and in need of coffee, so I headed for my favourite coffee shop in the local mall and sat reading the paper.



I was suddenly interrupted by a shout of “Jesse, Jesse, over here”, and turned to see my cousin Rebecca in all her finery. “Jesse, what are you doing here?” she shouted and threw her arms around me in a huge hug. “Jesse, congratulate me. Mike has asked me to marry him, and I naturally said ‘yes’”. She reinforced her ebullient happiness with several sloppy but poorly placed kisses around my mouth. “You guys must come to the wedding; we’ll make sure you get invites,” with which she kissed me once again and bounced off.



I relaxed and smiled to myself — a little Rebecca goes a long way. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was already 12.30, time to think about getting home.



As I walked through the front door, my immediate impression was that I had died and gone to hell. Immediately in front of me stood my mother, looking like I’d never seen her before. Her face was a dusky, blotchy colour, suffused with rage.



“You rotten cheating bastard. How could you betray me like that?”



I was totally amazed. “Mum, what the fuck are you talking about?”



“Don’t swear in front of your mother, young man,” she shrieked, and barely pausing to draw breath, “I saw you in the arms of that painted hussy plastering her slutty mouth all over you!”



“Mum, you don’t understand, that …”



That was to no avail, and seemed to make a bad situation worse.



“Oh, so now I don’t understand what my eyes clearly showed me?” she shouted, dripping with sarcasm.



“Mum, please listen to me. I …”



It was no good. “I’m not going to listen to your pathetic excuses. I trusted you with my life as well as my body and you’ve betrayed me,” and taking two steps forward, she wiped her finger hard across my mouth. “See, there’s the evidence, and you can’t deny it,’ she shouted, showing me the remnants of Rebecca’s enthusiastic embrace. With that, she slapped me hard first across my right cheek, then my left.



“My god, Mum, …”



“Don’t blaspheme either. Now get out of my sight. Better still, get out of my house. I never want to see you again.” I looked hard at her but all I could see was a raging storm of emotions flooding across her face. “Fuck off,” she screamed. I ignored the irony and left the room.



“Oh god, something’s gone badly wrong, and I don’t think it is just lipstick on my face,” I thought to myself as I quickly packed a bag. “All her logic circuits have burned out and now she’s running on unrestrained emotion. Emotions that have somehow been badly contaminated.”



There was a light knock on my door and Charlie came in looking distraught. “Jesse, what on earth’s got into your mother? She abused me this morning and will barely talk to Dee-Dee. She seems to think you’re having an affair with some red-headed tart.”



“No, Charlie, it’s not that at all. I had just finished breakfast and was about to head home when I was ambushed by Rebecca. All that happened was a purely coincidental meeting in the coffee shop. Rebecca was her usual excitable self, telling me about her engagement and punctuating the announcement with a few kisses that meant nothing at all.”



“Oh god, Jesse, I can quite imagine that. Rebecca phoned me yesterday and I could barely get a word in edgeways, she was so excited. Wouldn’t Carole listen to your explanation?”



“No, Charlie, she didn’t want to listen to anything I had to say, and caught me two generous slaps round the face. I am now persona non grata and am required to leave the house. In fact, I think that may be a good thing, because it will remove her main source of irritation.”



Charlie looked troubled. “Jesse, I’m really sorry, but I think I may be part of the problem. Our little tryst didn’t go well last night, and Carole seemed a bit disturbed, but I didn’t think it was this significant.”



“Hmm, Charlie,” I pondered. “I think there may be some other underlying issues at play too. Look, will you and Dee-Dee do me a big favour and keep an eye on Mum for me, and if you’re able to get the truth through to her, that’ll be a big bonus. One thing I don’t understand, though, is how she came to be at the mall in the first place.”



Charlie smiled, a wintry smile that barely touched the corners of her mouth. “Well, Jesse, apparently you had turned your mobile off, and she wanted to speak to you urgently about something, although I’ve no idea what. So she decided to go to the mall, reasoning that you’d go there after your tut.”



“Oh god, what a mess,” I sighed. “Charlie, I’ll keep the mobile turned on from now on, and if you have any news, any news at all, please let me know.”



Charlie hugged me and whispered, “take care,” before I hurried to the front door and disappeared in my car. I drove to the university and spent the afternoon pretending to study, although nothing took root. Then I spent the evening watching an entirely forgettable movie, after which I had a pseudo-meal in a fast food joint, then found a room in a cheap motel.



I hardly got a wink of sleep, tossing and turning in a strange bed and worrying about mum. Next morning I went for a walk to clear my head, and then back to my “bolt hole” at the coffee shop. Gary, the owner of the shop looked closely at me and asked, “What’s up, mate, woman problems?”



“Mmm,” I replied, non-commitally.



“Don’t worry, mate. Never run after a woman or a bus—there’s always another one coming along.” He laughed and disappeared.



“Maybe, you cynical old bastard, but not like this one,” I thought to myself.



I sat drinking coffee, half reading the paper and making myself feel miserable, when my mobile rang. It was Charlie. “Jesse, thank god I’ve caught you. I really need to talk to you—where are you?”



“At the coffee shop,” I replied.



“Hmm, too public, really—Jesse, do you know that piece of so-called parkland with the creek running through it, about a kilometre west of the house?”



“Yeah, Charlie, how about I meet you there in about half an hour?”



“Good, see you then,” and she rang off.



Charlie was waiting for me when I arrived, looking very worried. “Jesse, would you be prepared to come home, even if just for a couple of hours. Carole’s in a dreadful state; Dee Dee and I almost literally pinned her down late last night, and force-fed her the truth. Rebecca has a comprehensive Facebook page and we showed her all the details. At first she didn’t want to believe what she saw, but eventually the truth broke through her barriers, and she just seemed to collapse on herself. She burst into tears and started calling your name, then dashed to your bedroom. I don’t think she got any sleep—nor did Dee-Dee or I—as we heard her prowling around the house, crying and sobbing out to you. I know she threw you out and you have every right to feel mad with her, but she really needs you, and …”



I jumped in. “Charlie, no matter what mum did, I still love her like crazy and I want to help her exorcise whatever demons have possessed her. Of course I’ll come home.”



“Thank you, Jesse; I hope you don’t regret it.”



“Charlie, I’d regret it a whole lot more if I didn’t. Just one thing, would you help me with a little play-acting. I’ll follow you home and when you see where mum is, go to the door of that room. Let her see you, then ask her, ‘Carole, what do you want most in the world right now?’ She will almost certainly say, ‘Jesse’, then ask her, ‘If Jesse was here right now, what would you say to him?’ then slip aside and let me in. Okay?”



Charlie agreed and we set out for home. I followed Charlie in and she stood at the lounge room door. “Hi Carole,” she said, getting no response. “Carole, what do you want most in the world right now?”



“Oh god, I so want Jesse back with me. That’s all I really want, but I’m sure he won’t come back to me,” and she burst into tears again.



“Okay, Carole, what would you say to Jesse if he was here with you right now?”



“Like that’s going to happen after what I said and did to him. If by some miracle it did, I’d tell him how sorry I am for my dreadful behaviour, I’d tell him how much I love him and I’d do anything, literally anything to prove it.”



Charlie slipped away and I moved quietly into the room. Getting no response, Carole looked up and saw me watching her. She screamed then shouted my name over and over, stumbled across the floor and threw herself into my arms with tears pouring down her ravaged face.



“Oh Jesse, oh god, Jesse, Jesse, I am SO sorry for what I did to you and what I said to you. I know I don’t deserve it but could you possibly find a place in you where you could start to forgive me?”



I held her trembling body close to me, stroked her hair and down her arm as she wept and continued to beg for forgiveness.



“Darling Carole, darling Mum, I love you so much. I think you’ve been through some really tough times recently, and I want to help you find your way out of them. As for forgiveness, well …”, and, turning her head, my lips found hers in a long, slow kiss. At first she tried to devour me, her mouth open, her tongue searching. She realised quickly that this wasn’t a preliminary to a steamy sexual escapade but a demonstration of mutual love, understanding and acceptance.



Carole eventually broke from me and looked deep into my eyes as if searching for something. “Jesse, my love, how can you let me off that easily? It’s so difficult to explain what got into me, and I am so ashamed, but it doesn’t seem to worry you?”



“Sweet Carole, what happened, happened and I can live with that, though I would like to know what drove you to this explosion.”



Carole was silent for a moment, then said slowly, “Well, the problems with the business have been getting me down, and that’s been complicated by my worries over what you will do with your grandmother’s bequest. I know you’ve told me it will make no difference, but I hadn’t been able to shake the uncertainty about your future directions. Then my evening with Charlie was a complete disaster. I got panicky when she started to kiss and caress me, then she licked me from my feet and all up my legs, and I suddenly panicked and ran from the room. I felt so foolish that I drank more brandy than was good for me and fell into a dead sleep. Next morning I woke feeling dreadful and needed to talk to you, but you’d already gone and I couldn’t raise you on your mobile, which just added to my frustrations. I figured you’d stop off at the coffee shop, so I drove over to the mall. Then when I saw the woman I now know to be Rebecca kissing you everything got too much for me and I lost it. I can’t even remember driving back home, but by the time I got here, my anger had transformed itself into a towering and wholly irrational rage. Then you arrived home …”



“Thank you, Carole darling; I think I understand. Now, look deeply into my eyes and tell me, without thinking about it, do you love me?”



“Oh god, Jesse, yes, yes I do, without hesitation, and really, I’ve never ever stopped loving you. Don’t ever leave me.”



“Well gorgeous, I feel exactly the same way. Next time you’ll have to throw me out bodily.”



Carole leaned backwards and looked at me, managing her first smile and punched me gently on the arm. “There isn’t going to be a next time, you big ape!”



“Good, now …,” but before I could continue, Carole jumped in.



“Honey, first of all, I was really mean to Dee-Dee and particularly to Charlie, and I need to apologise to them too.”



Dee-Dee and Charlie were drinking coffee and gossiping in the kitchen when I stuck my head round the door. “Ladies, there’s someone here wants to talk to you.”



They both jumped to their feet, and without a word rushed over to Carole and embraced her in a gigantic hug. “Oh, I am so sorry …,” was all Carole managed to get out before the others, almost together, told her that they were just happy she was back to her old self and that they both loved and cared about her. I felt a bit superfluous and wandered back to the lounge where Carole joined me a little later, looking more animated and cheerful.



It was now late afternoon, and I looked at Carole who was clearly tired in spite of now being in better spirits. “I know it’s early, Mum, but I have the usual prescription for you, a nice warm shower, and then get some sleep.”



“Okay, honey, that sounds like a good idea,” and in a short time, she was sound asleep.



I knew she hadn’t eaten for too long, so a few hours later I persuaded Dee-Dee to make us both a light supper, not that she needed much persuasion, and mum and I ate in bed, feeding each other titbits and making crumbs in the bed.

I went to bed later, but it was a bad night. Carole was restless, and this worsened as the night wore on, culminating in a dreadful nightmare. She thrashed around in the bed, crying and moaning, and I couldn’t comfort her. Eventually she screamed at the top of her voice, jerked upright, drenched in perspiration, eyes open and staring, gibbering about her father. I held her and attempted to calm her, and eventually the storm passed and she dropped into a heavy sleep.



I was up early next morning and joined Dee-Dee and Charlie in the kitchen. “Is Carole alright? I heard her screaming last night,” Charlie asked and I thought for a minute.



“I’m not sure, Charlie; Dee-Dee, what can you tell me about your father, please?”



“Hmm,” Dee-Dee looked troubled. “Oh well, it’s too late to worry about hiding the truth now. The fact is that he was a brute and a bully, and I think he sent our mother to an early grave; not only that, he never understood the needs of children. Harsh is an understatement—Donny was the only one who was ever able to stand up to him, and being the youngest, I was relatively unaffected. But Carole came in for all the punishment and she was often thrashed savagely with his belt for silly little mishaps. He never attempted anything sexual but he seemed to live by a rule that said that mistakes will not be tolerated and you must get punished hard to make you realise the error of your ways. Not that it ever worked, and I think that may have been the reason she jumped at the chance to get pregnant by Denzel. It was more to get away from our father than any genuine love for her husband.”



“I see,” I speculated. “It seems as if that message has been buried inside her and this partial meltdown has triggered a whole bunch of negative stuff associated with her father. Now it will depend on what way Carole goes, but I for one will do everything in my power to help her through this.”



Dee-Dee and Charlie were enthusiastically supportive in their responses, but we had to wait for Carole to see how she was faring this morning. We didn’t have to wait long before she appeared. Carole entered the room with her hair in a ponytail, wearing only jeans and a tee shirt and, I suspected, no underwear as her erect nipples were showing clearly through the tee. Her face was pale and set, and she walked over to me and immediately dropped to the ground and kissed my feet.



“Master,” she intoned in a tight voice suggesting she was only just keeping herself under control. “Please, master, I need you to punish me. I have done a very bad thing and I need to be disciplined.”



I was a little surprised that she should be so public; Dee-Dee and Charlie were clearly astonished.



“Carole, are you sure you know what you’re asking? We have forgiven you for what happened, why do you want to take this further?” I asked gently, knowing what her answer would be.



“Oh master, I know you have all forgiven me and I am eternally grateful, even though I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I can’t forgive myself without being punished for my sins.”



I wasn’t surprised at this. “Very well, go straight to the bedroom, remove all your clothing, sit in the upright wooden chair and wait for me there while I decide on your punishment.”



“Yes master,” she said and getting to her feet, left the room.



Charlie and Dee-Dee looked worried. “Jesse, what are you going to do?” Charlie queried.



“Just exactly what she asked. I’m going to punish her.”



“Yes, but how?” Charlie persisted.



“Well, it must be sufficiently rigorous that Carole understands that it is a punishment but not so hard that she will be seriously harmed.”



“I hope you know what you’re doing, Jesse,” Dee-Dee added, as I left the room feeling none too certain myself.



In the bedroom, Carole was sitting demurely on the chair, knees together and arms crossed across her chest. “Master, how am I to be punished? I so much need to eradicate the demon that has taken residence in my soul.”



I looked sharply at Carole to make sure she wasn’t playing some sort of game, but there was no suggestion of any deception in her face. “First, Carole, I want you to tell me your safe word, and I want you to promise that you will use it if the punishment becomes too much for you to take.”



“Oh master, the word is ‘turnip’ but I shall not use it. This is so important to me and I trust you with every fibre of my being. Please discipline me,” she finished with a gasp.



“Very well, slut. I am going to shackle your wrists and ankles, although first, put this towel on the seat just in case you find your punishment, well, shall we say, too stimulating.” So saying I went to my toy cupboard and fetched a pair of fur-lined cuffs which I fastened to her ankles, then to the chair legs. In doing so, I exposed her beautiful, freshly shaven pussy, looking pink, delicious and decidedly edible. I had to almost physically restrain myself—to become engaged with her pussy at this time would have quite destroyed the effect I was aiming at.



For her wrists, I produced a lightweight spreader bar with cuffs already attached. This sat behind her neck and I locked her wrists to it, which had the effect of pushing her chest forward and highlighting her equally delectable breasts. During the whole process of shackling my little pet, she had gasped and whimpered in anticipation, partly from excitement but at least equally from apprehension.



“Now, slut, you are locked into position and cannot move from the chair.”



“No, master, but what will you do with me?”



“Well slut, next I intend to bind your tits to engorge them and make them much more sensitive.”



Carole gasped and moaned, “Oh god, master, I’ve never … oh god.”



I picked up a long piece of soft cotton rope and looped an end around her chest and tied it off at the back. Then I passed the rope around her body again, then twice around her right breast. The rope then looped around her shoulders under the spreader bar and twice around her left breast, finishing with two passes around the whole of her breast, again looping up around her shoulders. I had to be particularly careful that the rope was not so tight that it would completely cut off circulation, but tight enough to increase the sensitivity of her tits and nipples substantially.



During these preparations, Carole became increasingly wound-up, gasping, whimpering and jerking against her bonds. When I was finished, I bent and ran my tongue across her swollen nipples and she squealed; much more so when I bit gently into them. “Oh master, oh master, oh my god, what are you doing to me, I never realised … oh master, what will happen to me?”



I moved away from Carole briefly, going again to my toy cupboard, then back to my bound beauty.



“Well, well, slut, look what I’ve found.”



Oh god, oh god, oh god—the … the flogger,” Carole’s voice cracked and she croaked out her fears and forebodings.



“That’s right, slut, now, beg me to flog your superb super-sensitive tits.”



“Oh master, I don’t know, I’m not sure I can take this, oh master, please, please tell me what to do.”



“I’ve already told you slut, now BEG ME for your punishment,” I shouted at her.



This was the moment of reckoning. If I was right, Carole would obey me and her demon would be banished. But if she opted out via the safe word, she might never come to terms with her past. I think she realised that, and looked at me with total trust almost amounting to reverence.



“Please master, I beg you, please use the flogger on my breasts. Please hurt me and purify my soul. Please!”



I first drew the tails of the flogger slowly and lightly across her tits, making her gasp at the unexpected sensation, then with a light flick of my wrist, struck her puffy nipples. The effect was dramatic and immediate. Carole screamed and twitched as the soft suede strips struck her breasts. She writhed against the restraints and her head shook making her pony tail fly in all directions. Her screams were punctuated by loud, deep moans as the flogging continued.



I could soon see that something interesting was happening, and I stopped the flogging briefly and wiped my finger across her pussy. It was soaking wet and flowing with her juices; this treatment was creating a rising climax for Carole, and I put my finger into her mouth. She licked and sucked it voraciously.



“So, the naughty little slut is getting off on her punishment, is she?” I asked.



“Oh master, I am really sorry but I can’t control myself. I’m so surprised, but this is getting me worked up and the glorious hot sensation in my tits is transmitting itself straight to my cunt. Oh please don’t stop, give me more, master.”



I resumed the flogging but realised that it would be dangerous to continue indefinitely. Besides, the little rolling orgasms that clearly showed through her moans and gasps needed to be transmuted into one glorious, earth-shattering climax.



Carole moaned her disappointment when I stopped the flogging, but then screamed at the top of her voice when I introduced the vibrator/clit stimulator into her pussy. She jumped and bucked her butt into the air in an effort to maximise the pleasure, which was steadily building. Then for the coup de grace, I removed the vibrator, causing another moan of disappointment, but the scream returned when I got down on my knees and licked along her oozing pussy from her puckered arsehole to her throbbing clit.



I inserted first one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt while I rolled her clit with my lips, then bit gently into it. I knew then that the end was not far off. Carole’s screams turned into an almost continuous ululation, punctuated by a torrent of meaningless words until she shouted as loudly as she could, “I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming.” Her scream was so loud, it hurt my ears, then she shook violently and went completely rigid as her orgasm thundered through her whole body, radiating from her cunt in a fierce flame of release.



As her scream quieted, Carole slumped forward, unconscious in the chair. I quickly released all the shackles and cut away the rope with blunt ended scissors. I picked up her limp body and placed it gently on the bed, then massaged her tits, using a soothing lotion to help restore circulation.



Carole regained consciousness and looked up at me with an expression of love, gratitude and acceptance, but as I moved to take the scrunchie from her pony tail, she said, “Please, master, not yet; I haven’t finished yet. I still have to humiliate myself in front of Dee-Dee and Charlie.”



“Oh Carole, my love, are you sure? They’ve completely forgiven you; you don’t need to put yourself through that as well.”



“Master, I don’t think you understand. I know they have forgiven me, and I am so thankful, but the problem is, I haven’t forgiven myself. For that, I must humble myself in their presence to show them and myself that I am truly ashamed of what I did.”



“Are you sure that this is what you need?” I asked cautiously.



“Yes, master, I’ve never been so certain of anything; this is all I need to complete my cleansing, although I’m not sure exactly what I need to do.”



“I see — well, I need to speak to Dee-Dee and Charlie about this and brief them about what to expect. In my absence, go to the toy cupboard, put on your knee pads, get out the collar and chain and find the vibrating butt plug with the tail attached.”



“Oh god, yes, master, that will be perfect. Oh please master, I beg you, let me do it that way.”



“Mmm, yes, bitch, some begging will certainly be required,” and with that I left the room to find the others. I explained to Dee-Dee and Charlie what was about to happen in general terms.



“Look, guys, you may find this quite bizarre and very uncomfortable—not in a physical sense but in the sense of being able to accept that this is what Carole needs to do. Please let this play out as she needs it to happen and don’t try to prevent it. That might spoil the whole outcome.”



“Okay, Jesse—you seem to know what you’re doing.” Charlie seemed rather uncertain, and Dee-Dee just sat with a worried expression on her face.



I returned to the bedroom where Carole had already put on the kneepads, fastened the collar round her neck and attached the chain. “Master, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t fit the butt plug.”



“Never mind, bitch, it will be my pleasure to slide it into your beautiful arse.” And so saying, I lubricated the plug generously and stroked her smooth, velvety cheeks. Then, pushing them apart, I rotated the plug slowly and made it disappear into Carole’s arsehole.



When I turned on the vibrator, she screamed quietly and sobbed with excitement at the sensation. “Oh master, thank you that feels so good. Now I must humble myself before Dee-Dee and Charlie.”



“Yes. I shall refer to you as ‘bitch’. You may not speak, except to say to Charlie, ‘Mistress, please forgive this miserable bitch. I am totally ashamed and I beg your forgiveness for what I did to you.’ When you do so, you are to sit back with your butt resting on your legs and hold your arms out parallel to the ground as if you are a dog, begging. When you have done that to Charlie, you must then move in front of Dee-Dee and do the same for her. Do you understand?”



“Oh yes, master, I understand and I want to thank you for being so generous and allowing me to do this.”



“Hmm, very well, bitch, now come this way,” and I led Carole on her hands and knees into the lounge.



Both Dee-Dee and Charlie gasped in horror and/or dismay as we entered, but Carole moved straight to Charlie, sat up and repeated her plea exactly as I had told her. Charlie’s face was tight and only just under control, but she said to Carole, “Of course I forgive you, you lovely puppy,” and so saying, she stroked Carole’s hair and ran her fingers gently behind her ears.



Carole’s next action astonished me as well as Charlie, for she took Charlie’s hands into hers and licked them, one by one, looking deep into Charlie’s eyes with an expression of humility and gratitude. Charlie turned away to hide her tears.



Carole then moved to Dee-Dee and repeated the formula. Dee-Dee burst into tears and could barely gasp out her forgiveness, but Carole’s response was even more surprising. She bent to the floor and licked Dee-Dee’s bare feet, then looked lovingly into her eyes and kissed the tears as they flowed down Dee-Dee’s face.



Carole then turned and looked at me, and we left the lounge, returning to the bedroom. Rather unexpectedly, Carole herself took the scrunchie off her hair and removed the collar and chain and the butt plug.



“I know a good little bitch is never supposed to do that, but … Jesse, I’m FREE—the demon has gone and I’m whole again.”



Here I jumped in both physically and verbally. I held her in my arms and said, “Carole, my beautiful Carole, my lovely mother, lover, mistress and everything else. I love you so much and I’m so grateful that you’ve come through this ordeal.”



She looked at me with a warm and enticing smile on her face. “Just you wait, big boy; I’m going to make it the biggest project of my life to show you just how grateful I am.”



“Mmm, I can hardly wait — but first we’d better have a chat with the others—I think they may be a bit confused.”



“Okay, honey,” she said, “you start the conversation and I’ll be out shortly when I’ve fixed my face—you know how it is with us girls!”



I wandered into the lounge and was promptly set upon by Charlie and Dee-Dee. “Jesse, how could you.” Dee-Dee was first into the attack. “Poor Carole, making her perform like that. I felt so sorry for her.” Charlie wasn’t far behind. “Jesse, that was unforgiveable. I don’t know how you were able to force Carole to do those things but you ought to be ashamed of yourself.”



This diatribe went of for some time, getting progressively more heated, when they were stopped by a voice from the doorway. Carole had “fixed her face” and was dressed in skin tight jeans and an undersized tee shirt which clearly showed her proud nipples. She was wearing four inch sling back heels and she sashayed slowly across to the chair in which I was sitting.



“Shall I show you girls just exactly what I think of Jesse and what he did to me?”



“Yes, that would be a VERY good idea,” Dee-Dee and Charlie chorused almost simultaneously.



Carole looked at me and grinned, then sat on my lap and ground her body into me trying to get as close as she possibly could. Then she took my head in her hands and kissed me in a way I had never been kissed before. She swept her tongue under mine and then seemed to try to perform a tonsillectomy with her tongue. Our lips stroked each other’s with a sensuous persistence that was almost better than sex (almost!) and our mouths seemed to be welded together in a soft, warm, sweet union. All the time, Carole cooed, purred and made meaningless, breathy sounds of passion and lust.



Eventually, we broke, gasping. As we did so, I heard Dee-Dee say to Charlie, “I think we may have got this wrong.”



Carole laughed. “Guys, it was never a question of what Jesse did TO me, but one of what he did FOR me. If you want to get some idea of how I feel about all this, take what you have just seen and multiply it by ten. You may then just catch a glimpse of the foothills of how I really feel about this big ape.”



She continued, “Now if you will excuse us for a short while, there is something I want to say to Jesse in private.” Carole grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair then led me out of the room, turning to wink at Dee-Dee and Charlie as she did so.



We went straight to the bedroom where she threw off her clothes in double quick time, then pushed me onto the bed and pulled off first my shoes and socks, then my shirt and jeans, leaving only my boxers. All this in silence



Carole looked at me with an expression so hot that it should have burned holes through me. When she did speak, she was brief and to the point. “I am going to suck your cock like it’s never been sucked before. In fact, I aim to suck your balls through your cock like sucking a golf ball through a hosepipe. This is just a start, now let’s get rid of those silly boxers,” and so saying, she ripped my boxers off and threw them onto the floor.



By now, I was very hard and my cock was starting to throb. “Mmm, somebody likes the idea of his mummy sucking his cock.” With that, Carole slid up the bed, pushing my legs apart, and started to use her tongue on the soft, sensitive skin at the inside of my legs, just below my balls. This had a very positive effect on the rigidity index of my cock, which was greatly increased again when she lapped round my balls, covering them with her saliva.



Then she went to work on my cock, licking slowly up the sides and concentrating on the soft, sensitive skin on the underside below the helmet. I could only groan and gasp at the delicious sensations she was creating, and I grabbed her head to hold her mouth close to me. Carole shook her head, just saying, “Later, my love,” and returned to completely bathe my cock with her warm, succulent mouth. Then she slid my cock slowly into her mouth, working over it with her tongue as she did so, and took it completely into her throat in a slow motion deep throat. I could feel her throat muscles working along my cock in an almost indescribable tight embrace that sent my lust fuelled nerve endings into overdrive.



Carole moved away slightly to breathe more easily and I trickled my fingers into her ears, making her giggle. “Enjoying yourself, you dissolute sex fiend, forcing your mummy to do these depraved things to you?”



“Yes, my own gorgeous nympho, I am somewhere close to the gates of heaven. Now get your sweet lips back onto my cock or I’ll die of frustration.”



Carole allowed her laughter to disappear into a deep sexy gurgle as she again deep throated me, working the whole of her throat, her mouth and her tongue over my by now super-sensitive cock.

“Oh god, Carole, this is so beautiful … please don’t stop … give me more … take everything I’ve got down that sweet throat … suck me suck me suck me … oh fuckfuckfuckfuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming you glorious slut,” I screamed as by balls drew up tight and a shattering orgasm raced through my whole body and blasted up my cock into Carole’s warm waiting mouth. She held just the helmet in her soft welcoming mouth while I emptied everything I had into it. She swallowed, making soft “mmm mmm’s” of approval until I was completely empty and my cock started to shrink in exhaustion.



“Carole, my dear, sweet Carole, that was beyond fantastic, beyond humungous; beyond words, even.”



Carole growled deep in her throat. “Then shut up and kiss me,” which I did, long and hot and wet and sweet in a blissfully shared exploration of each other’s mouths, tasting the remains of my seed on her tongue as I did so.



Carole leaned up on one elbow and grinned at me. “There you go,” she laughed, producing a golf ball that she must’ve secreted under her pillow.



“Mmm yes, that’s just how it feels, but I wouldn’t want it any other way!” I whispered. “I love you so much, honey, and I’m so glad you’re back to your normal self again.”



We dressed and ambled out into the lounge. Dee-Dee looked up and saw the broad smile on Carole’s face. “You look like the cat that got the cream,” she commented.



Carole nearly choked laughing. “Well, yes, I guess you could say that’s exactly what happened,” at which Dee-Dee blushed a bright red



“Yeah, and cornered the market in cream futures,” I added.



This led to a series of highly questionable comments before everybody broke up laughing.



After all the stresses and excitements of the day, we all opted for an early night, and Carole and I were soon sound asleep. Only for a short while, however, because a few hours later, I was woken by the wholly delightful sensation of soft hands stroking across my back, chest and stomach.



“Wurgl! yermf! what the hell time is this,” I mumbled as I woke.



“It’s three o’clock, my love, and I need you to fuck me. Please, Jesse my darling it’s been so long and I so need to feel your beautiful cock buried deep inside me, flooding me with your rich cream. I just can’t wait, I need you inside me right now.”



I hesitated, more from still being half asleep than any objection to Carole’s demands. Not the right move; “Do me now, you motherfucker,” she growled, and leaning over, she kissed me fiercely, biting my lower lip and drawing blood.



“Ouch, Vampira, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”



“Getting your full attention, lover boy.” Her hand moved to my cock and she stroked it firmly. “Yes, the equipment is locked and loaded,” she giggled, but I needed revenge and bent to kiss her breast, biting underneath her right tit with enough suction to mark her.



“Okay, you dangerous woman, now you’ll have a nice matching hickey to go with my bruised lip.”



“That’s enough foreplay, so how do you want me, stud?” she demanded.



“This time, I think, on your back and hold your ankles round your ears so I can get a good look at the target.”



“Mmm, sounds good,” Carole cooed, and she grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, spreading her legs and revealing her beautiful shaved pussy already glistening with her dew.



I moved down intending to lick her pussy to get her even more worked up, but Carole forestalled me.



“Cock not tongue, buster. I need that big hunk of meat in me so far that I can feel it in my throat. Now, get to work.”



How could any red-blooded male resist such a demand? I moved into position and slid my throbbing cock smoothly into her hot, drooling cunt as far as it would go, with my balls resting against her arse.



“Oh god, yes, Jesse, that feels so good. I’ve felt so empty for days and your cock is perfect for filling me when I most need it. I love you, my darling man and right now, I lust for you so much. I don’t think I’m going to last very long and …”



Carole screamed as I started fucking her hard and fast, intense thrusts, powering in and out of her sopping pussy. This started her wailing for more, please god, more. I changed pace to longer, slower strokes, powering deep and feeling the muscles around her velvety sheath working against my excited prick.



Carole was now moaning continuously as her climax started to build. She called my name, begging me to fuck her and never stop, and my cock could sense her little preliminary orgasms as she clung to me and dug her nails into my back, a beautiful and exciting pain.



I gasped as my orgasm also started to build. “Oh Carole, you beautiful slut, get ready for the flood. I’m going to fill you to overflowing with my cum. Mmm, aargh, oh yesyesyes, fuckfuckfuck, I’m nearly there.”



By this time, Carole was in the same state. She shook and thrashed about underneath me mewling and shouting unintelligibly. Then she called out, “Jesse, oh Jesse, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, YES.” Her cunt clamped down on me as my cock grew even larger and my orgasm exploded through my whole body, my cum screaming up my cock to fill Carole’s waiting cavern.



We both collapsed with exhaustion, and I rolled sideways, dragging my shrinking cock out with a slight “pop”.



“Oh, he’s gone,” Carole complained, but I rolled over and kissed her.



“Don’t worry, gorgeous, plenty more where that came from,” and I heard her chuckle sleepily.



“I think what we both need now is sleep,” I suggested, but was greeted with soft sizzling sounds showing that she had already taken my advice.



I slept in the following morning, but eventually made my way to the kitchen where Carole, Dee-Dee and Charlie were gossiping. Carole looked mildly embarrassed and the others had obviously been laughing.



“Oho,” I said, looking at Carole. “Kiss and tell, hey?”



“Almost literally,” laughed Charlie. “Carole has been showing us her battle scar!”



“I see. Did Vampira also tell you what she did to me?” I said, sticking out my lower lip to show the bruise. This was greeted with more laughter and absolutely no sympathy, so I let the matter drop.



After that little interplay, the atmosphere changed completely, and Dee-Dee and Charlie looked embarrassed, defensive and extremely worried.



“Okay, guys, what’s the problem?” I asked, and they hedged, clearly having something to say but unwilling to say it.



“Look, you know you can say anything at all to us and we’re not going to get uptight about it. Trust us and whatever it is, we’ll work something out,” Carole was supportive and persuasive.



Eventually Dee-Dee breathed a huge sigh and burst out, “Charlie and I need to move out. I know that sounds so ungrateful after all you’ve done for us, and we don’t want to hurt you or make you hate us, but …”



“First of all, Dee-Dee, we will never, could never hate you,” I broke in, “I think I might understand why this is. You both feel you need space. Living together in one room can be quite claustrophobic; I know you’ve got the run of the house, but it’s not really enough, is it?”



“Yes, Jesse, that’s just it,” Charlie agreed. “With Dee-Dee determined to have a baby whenever, we need more space. And I can’t help feel that I’m pretty useless here — I help Dee-Dee, but I need my own career, and I can best do that from a proper home base.”



“Charlie,” Carole asked, “what sort of work did you do at the radio station?”



“Oh all sorts, but mainly promotions, marketing, advertising, that sort of thing, which I really enjoyed,” she responded.



“Dee-Dee,” my turn now, “do you just need more space, or are you looking for something more challenging than being our housekeeper?”



“Oh no, Jesse, I’m so happy here — if it was humanly possible, I’d like to stay on, but I don’t see how we can arrange that.”



“Hmm, I see,” I reflected, looking at Carole and noted a gleam in her eyes. “Do you have any immediate plans to move out, or do we have some time?”



Charlie took over as spokesman, “No, certainly not until we’ve found a suitable housekeeper and we can find the right place at the right price.”



“Okay, I get the picture. Would you and Dee-Dee mind if Carole and I had a brief private chat?”



Charlie shook her head and Carole and I retired to her office. “Do you want to go first, or shall I?” I asked.



“Well,” said Carole, “my business is in difficulties, not because of the technical side, I can handle that without trouble. However, I’m not too good at marketing and promotion. It occurred to me that, if Charlie and I can smooth over any personal issues we may have, I could offer her a job handling that side of my business, at a decent sort of salary.”



“Brilliant,” I enthused, “and for a sweetener, why not offer to pay her expenses if she wants to go to university or technical college to upgrade her theoretical skills? In fact, I’d be happy to pay that out of grandmother’s money.”



“Thanks, honey, we can talk about the source of the money later, but the idea’s a good one,” Carole commented. “Now what’s your idea?”



“Well, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone. You’ve been a bit on edge about how I’m going to use grandmother’s money,” Carole started to interject, but I continued, “don’t let’s argue about it now, because I reckon we could spend a good chunk of it by building on to the house. The area on the western side is pretty rubbishy — I reckon we could build a decent sized three bedroom place right next door. Completely self-contained but with a covered walkway between that and the existing house. Dee-Dee and Charlie could have a lifetime interest for a peppercorn rent, they would have space for a family and could be completely private. Dee-Dee could then keep on housekeeping, and Charlie and you would be close-by to keep the business bubbling along. What do you say?”



Carole stared at me in wonderment, then burst out in a shriek of delight. “Jesse, that is a marvellous, superb idea. As a sweetener in this case, we could give them pretty much carte blanche on the design and fit-out so that they can be comfortable with their own choices.”



“Yes, and we’ll find a hungry young architect who’s prepared to work with them quickly and effectively to get the project off the ground as soon as possible,” I enthused.



Carole threw her arms round me and we kissed deeply and passionately before returning to the kitchen to reveal our plans to Dee-Dee and Charlie. They were ecstatic when we told them. Dee-Dee burst into tears, but Charlie looked long and hard at Carole, saying, “You’d really do that for me? After what happened the other night?”



Carole dealt with that quickly by giving Charlie a big hug and saying, “Charlie, that was mostly my fault. I should’ve realised that I am straight, and my episode with Dee-Dee was a result of Jesse playing games. Even though it was fun at the time, I doubt whether I’ll ever repeat it. The job’s yours if you want it, and if you feel able to work with me.” Charlie crowed with glee and wanted to start there and then.



I looked at Dee-Dee who had now dried her tears. “A place of your own now, auntie, with your lover and a baby soon. Sounds pretty good to me,” I smiled.



“We can’t thank you guys enough for all you’ve done and are doing. I just don’t have the words …”



It was my turn to give Dee-Dee a big hug. “Don’t try, Dee-Dee—you’re family, we love you and we want to keep the family together.”



Dee-Dee favoured me with a beaming smile and I asked her for a quick chat. “Dee-Dee, as you know, it’s Carole’s 39th birthday in three weeks time. She’s had a rough time over the past couple of years and apart from anything else, I’d like to take her out to dinner and dancing at the Metropole, then spend the night there. Can I rely on you to firstly keep your mouth shut about this, and secondly, help me if I need any feminine support?”



Dee-Dee’s smile beamed even brighter. “The Metropole, hey? That’s where you first seduced my poor sister, isn’t it — returning to the scene of the crime?”



“You know the story perfectly well, you stirrer,” I laughed and she punched me gently on the arm.



“Of course I’ll help in any way I can, Jesse. My lips are sealed.” Dee-Dee imitated a zip being pulled across her mouth, then went off in search of Charlie.



I had invited Carole to dinner on the Saturday before her birthday, which was on the following day. She accepted with great excitement and she went into detailed consultations with Dee Dee and Charlie about what to wear, accompanied by much giggling and immediate silences whenever I appeared.



On Saturday evening, after I had struggled into my tux, I was waiting in the lounge when Dee-Dee entered smiling. “Mr Mason,” she intoned with great formality, “may I present to you your escort for this evening, Ms Carole McIntyre.”



It would hardly be true to say that Carole walked into the room, more that she floated in. She was wearing a dress of some silky clinging material in a rich burgundy colour that reflected the highlights in her hair. The dress was cut to reveal a mouth-watering cleavage, supported by a bra that was cleverly designed to maximise the impact of her gorgeous breasts without revealing everything at first glance. The hemline was cut an inch or two above her knees, not hugely revealing while she stood, but obviously offering more exciting vistas when she sat. Carole also wore smoky seamed stockings and three-inch patent shoes; her hair had obviously been brushed until it glowed, and was swept down over one shoulder. Her makeup was a fraction more than usual, and her fingers were tipped blood red. She completed the effect with an electric blue stole that shimmered around her milky shoulders.



I was speechless for a while, but eventually croaked out, “My god, Carole you look stunningly beautiful. Whoo hoo—I don’t understand how I am able to keep my hands off you. I shall try to behave like a gentleman because being with you is such a turn-on, and I shall take a great deal of pleasure in seeing every other guy faint from the sight of your beauty.”



Carole looked at me with smoky, seductive eyes and murmured, “Jesse, honey, this is all for you. I am going to enjoy myself this evening, and I’m gonna make certain that you do too.” She kissed me lightly on the lips as Charlie announced that the limo had arrived to carry us off. She and Dee-Dee applauded as we left the house.



The journey was soon over, and as we entered the hotel, it was obvious that Carole was the centre of many admiring glances. “You do realise that you’ve already been stripped and raped six times, don’t you,” I whispered, but Carole just giggled quietly.



“Five of those times were by me,” I continued, and she punched my gently on the arm, continuing to laugh.



We were seated at a quiet corner table and enjoyed a first class meal and some high quality wine. As the orchestra started up, I invited Carole to dance, and she immediately accepted.



There was something quite enchanting in the sensation of holding this beautiful, elegant woman in my arms. She moulded her body to mine and I thrilled in the feeling of her swaying and shimmering against me. The automatic response from my cock didn’t go unnoticed; Carole deliberately pressed herself against me, smiling seductively as she did so, allowing the swing and sway of her body to the rhythm of the music to stimulate me even more.



“You know, Carole, you are an extraordinarily dangerous woman,” I whispered into her ear.



“Am I?” she tried to sound naïve but couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice.



“If you keep using your body on me like this, I will collapse in a quivering heap on the floor, begging for release.” I continued.



“Oh goody, another scalp for my collection,” she laughed and I spun her in a pirouette as the music reached its climax. In reply, Carole threw her arms round my neck and rewarded me with a luscious, mouth-watering kiss.



Throughout all our dances, her eyes were sparkling and she was unmistakably enjoying herself to the absolute maximum. That communicated itself to me, and I gained an enormous satisfaction both from Carole’s enjoyment and from my own sense of wonderment at the presence of this lovely woman so willingly in my arms.



During the “last waltz”, Carole simply snuggled her head onto my chest, and we hardly moved at all, simply holding each other close and allowing the music to soak into us.



Eventually, Carole picked up her wrap and we moved towards the entrance. Half way there, I changed direction. “Jesse, this isn’t the way out,” Carole queried, but I said nothing and guided her to the lift, pushing the button for the sixth floor.



Carole looked deep into my eyes and simply said, “Suite 23?” and I nodded.



“I see,” she smiled. “If I am an extraordinarily dangerous woman, you are a very naughty young man. I expect you will try to take advantage of me?”



“Of course,” I leered. “I shall force you to obey my every whim and fancy, and if I have to, I shall kiss you into submission.”



Carole laughed as we reached the 6th floor, then I opened the door of suite 23 and as soon as we were inside I spun her into my arms and kissed her deeply. Carole replied with just as much vitality and enthusiasm.



We went into the lounge and I opened the fridge, taking out the champagne I had ordered, opening it and pouring two glasses. “As it’s now after midnight, happy birthday, darling,” I toasted her.



Carole smiled but said nothing, then finished her glass and sat on my lap, nuzzling into my neck. I could only just hear her reply, “Thank you so much, Jesse. I am so happy, and I owe it all to you.”



I started to disagree, but she stopped me with a kiss. “No, honey, I know how I was and what a difference you’ve made in my life. Now don’t argue with your mummy!” and so saying she bit my ear lobe and giggled.



“I can see I may have to take stern measures with you, you minx,” I laughed, but Carole was several steps ahead of me.



“Well, are you just going to sit there all night chattering, or are you going to do something about, with or to me?”



“All three,” I continued the banter. “First, though, strip for me—nice and slow.”



“Mmm—but I need some help. Come here and undo my zip.”



I was out of the chair in a flash, and slowly lowered the zip on her dress. As I finished, I squeezed the cheeks of her arse, causing Carole to give a little gasp. She shimmied out of her dress, revealing a matching thong, finely sculpted bra, and her stay-ups.



“Like what you see, big boy,” she purred then slowly unclipped her bra, leaving it hanging from her shoulders. Then she looked at me with a sultry expression and said, “You want to see what’s underneath, you’ll have to finish the job.”



I moved quickly to her, and flicked the bra away, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts with large aureoles and nipples that were already hard with excitement. I bent and took first one, then the other nipple into my mouth, each time rolling and sucking them, and finishing by giving each a firm but quite gentle nip with my teeth.



Carole’s breathing became ragged and fast. “Ooh Jesse, that’s so nice. You know how much I love it when you play with my tits; they have a direct line of communication to my pussy and I’m starting to get wet already.”



“Oh dear,” I said with mock concern. “You’d better get rid of the thong, or it will get all damp and sticky!”



Still with the sultry, enticing look on her face, she replied, “I dare you. I dare you to take it off using only your teeth.”



Never being one to resist that sort of dare, I got down on my knees in front of her and eased my tongue under the edge of the thong, making sure it moved close to her pussy.



“Hey, that wasn’t part of the deal, you cheat,” Carole laughed.



“Silence, wench, this is sensitive stuff, and sometimes my tongue may slip out of control.”



Carole growled deep in her throat as I fastened my teeth on the scrap of material that had pretended to protect her pussy, and slid it down her legs. The aroma was almost overpowering — the scent of this highly aroused woman was a powerful aphrodisiac.

It was my turn to growl now, in appreciation of this beautiful woman standing before me wearing only stockings, heels and a look on her face that said more clearly than any words, “Here I am, now come and take me and do mind-blowing things to me.”



We stood within inches of each other, gazing deep into each other’s eyes before I reached out and ran my hands across Carole’s shoulders, down her arms and over the smooth intoxicating swell of her butt. Her skin was like warm silk, rippling and moving with the play of her muscles as I stroked and teased her. She shivered and linked her arms round my neck, giving me access to her beautiful tits with their areolas now deeply crinkled and her nipples rock hard. Moving slightly to one side, I swept a hand down around her breast cupping it, then shifting my hand up and pinching the nipple hard. Carole gasped and sighed, and did so again when I gave her other breast the same attention.



All this time, we had not spoken but communicated by looks and potent, arousing touches. This continued when I took Carole’s head in my hands and kissed her deeply and with long drawn-out desire. Her mouth opened and we kissed and nibbled at each other’s lips, with our tongues duelling in a wet, erotic dance



We broke at last, and I told Carole in a rasping voice, choked with lust, “Stay just where you are, and don’t move.”



She looked at me with a “naughty girl” half-smile, and replied demurely, “Yes, sir.”



I went into the bedroom, turned back and pulled down the covers, then returned to the lounge and swept Carole up in my arms causing her to squeal in surprise. I quickly carried her to the bed and deposited her in the middle of the spotless sheets.



She squirmed, her body undulating, and she reached her arms out to me. “I want you, Jesse, right now. I need you inside me, filling me with your beautiful cock. Please come and love me, my darling boy.”



How could I refuse — I lay beside her and whispered in her ear, “I want you to ride me so that I can play with your beautiful tits and watch as you cum. First, though, I want to make sure that the pump is primed.” So saying, I ran a finger across her sopping pussy, collecting her leaking juices, and put my finger to her lips. She sucked her juice from my finger urgently, humming as she did so.



“I must make sure,” I teased and sliding down, licked her open slit from her puckered arse to her clit, now standing proud from its sheath. I rolled her little nubbin with my tongue and Carole squealed and bucked, gasping with pleasure and anticipation.



Moving up again, I slapped her twice on the side of each cheek of her arse, eliciting more squeals. Then I demanded, “Now, my beautiful slut, impale yourself on my burning cock.”



Carole moaned, then swung one leg over me and positioned her dripping pussy over my rigid rod. Almost unbelievably slowly, she lowered herself onto me, her velvety sleeve gripping the whole of my cock. She moved forward, leaning on her hands and lowering her breasts until they touched my chest with unbearable lightness. Her hair flowed over our faces, closing us into a supremely intimate world of our own.



She began sliding herself up and down my cock and then raised herself to balance her body on her hands. Her tits swayed in front of me, offering an irresistible invitation to kiss, lick and bite them. Carole gasped and moaned with pleasure as I stroked my tongue around her areolas then nibbled at the nipples, moving from one to the other and causing her to tremble and whimper. “Oh god, yes, darling, please, please don’t stop. You know how much I love you to bite my nipples.” I did so, and Carole responded with a sharp intake of breath and a cry of pleasure, then pushed down hard around my rigid cock, forcing me into the depth of her steaming cunt and with our pubic bones grinding together.



She was gasping, moaning and driving herself up and down my cock, getting faster as she went. I pulled her head down and crushed her lips against mine. Our kiss was a firestorm of passion and we melted into one another, working our lips and tongues feverishly as our mutual orgasms came closer. At the same time, Carole clung to me, digging her nails deeply into my shoulders.



As Carole pushed down on me, I countered by pushing up to meet her in a reciprocal aching blaze of sexual hunger. Her eyes were closed; she bit her lip and threw her head back. Her body arched backwards making her breasts rise proudly from her body. I thrust upwards into her silken, trembling sex as she continued to ride me harder and more hungrily. We both moaned as the excitement and tension grew. I first pulled at her hard, erect nipples, causing her to gasp and squeal, then my hands moved down to her bottom and I squeezed her cheeks hard, pulling her down onto me as she continued to rotate her hips.



We looked into each other’s eyes as she continued sliding up and down on my cock. Her moans were a counterpoint to mine and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders, thrusting herself fast and hard on my cock which was being thoroughly massaged by her sleek and silky cunt muscles.



Carole’s body started to shudder and she was near to the point of no return. “Oh Jesse, Jesse, oh god, fuck me until I can take no more then fuck me again. Fill me with your cum like I’m going to drown your cock inside me. Oh Jesse, my love, fill me, do me, screw me, fuck me, yes … yes … yes … YES.”



Carole shook like a tree in a gale and her screams were enough to send me over the edge. “Yes, you beautiful slut, you gorgeous bitch, I’m going to flood you with my cum. Oh god, you are so beautiful, I can’t … I don’t know … oh Carole, I’m cumming, cumming, NOW.” With those words, my cock detonated a huge load into the depths of her cunt, careering out of control through my electrified cock.



This was enough to send Carole thundering into a sensational orgasm, gasping, screaming and finally collapsing onto me in a quivering welter of sobs and incoherent words of lust.



As the ecstasy diminished and our breathing returned to something like normal, we kissed again, this time a soft, tender pledge of love and gratitude as well as a shared wonder that our lovemaking could be so beautiful and so fulfilling.



Carole looked at me and smiled a sleepy smile. “Oh god, Jesse, I love you so much, but I feel as if I’ve been turned inside out and had all my bones stripped away. I feel like a jelly would feel if a jelly could feel. Would you feel really offended if I go to sleep?”



“Of course not, sweetheart — I feel a bit the same way, although in my case, I feel as if I’ve been put through a press and turned into pulp. I love you too, and nothing right now could make me love you more. Turn onto your side and let me spoon into you, so the last thing I feel before I go to sleep will be your gorgeous body pressed close to mine.”



I heard Carole giggle softly as she turned, and we were both fast asleep very quickly.



We were both woken next morning by a knocking on the door announcing breakfast. I threw on a shave coat and brought in the meal.



“Happy birthday, my love,” I smiled, and after thanking me, Carole suggested that we should share breakfast in bed, and we fed each other, laughed and made all sorts of improbable suggestions about what we could do for the rest of the day.



After the meal, Carole got out of bed, gloriously naked. “I’m going to have a shower in this lovely big bathroom, and if you would like your hair washed, I’d be happy to do it,” she teased with a wicked twinkle in her eyes. I jumped out of bed, and raced after her, catching her a satisfying smack across her bare butt, being rewarded with a squeal and a quick kiss.



We soon lathered up, and I ran my soap-laden hands all over her body, generating purrs and gasps of pleasure. Carole washed my hair, getting sufficiently close to rub her tits over my chest, and I reciprocated by shampooing her soft thick hair, then washing it out with the hand shower which I turned, ‘by mistake’ I claimed, into her pussy, making her groan with delight.



Carole then surprised me by asking, “Jesse, honey, would you be prepared to give me a special birthday treat?”



“Depends what it is, gorgeous.” I replied.



She put her mouth close to my ear almost as if someone else was listening and whispered, “Fuck my arse!”



This alone almost made me cum, but I maintained sufficient self-control to ask, “Are you sure, sweetie — I don’t want to hurt you?”



“Yes, Jesse, I’ve never forgotten that first time, it was so unexpected and so incredibly exciting that I want some more.”



For some reason, anal had not been a regular part of our lovemaking, and I was also excited at the thought of filling her sexy arse. “Okay, lovely lady, I’ll be gentle—to start with, anyway,” I laughed.



With warm water still flowing over us, I soaped up and gently stroked in between Carole’s arse cheeks, sliding over her crinkled rosebud. She sighed and held onto me, then gasped as I eased a finger inside her, up to the second knuckle. She whimpered as I withdrew, but then squealed in delight as I went down on my knees and worked my tongue up into her anus.



“Ooh yes, Jesse, so good. I love the squishy feel of your tongue right there. Mmm, don’t stop — it’ so naughty but so nice.”



“Meanie,” she complained when I withdrew and stood up.



“Now let’s see how well we can fit something else in there,” I replied. “Hold onto the rail, bend forward and spread your legs as far as is comfortable.”



Carole hurried to obey, and I first stroked my fingers across her nether hole, then inserted first one finger as far as it would go and moved it around to start the loosening up process. Carole hummed with pleasure and anticipation. I inserted a second finger to further relax her sphincter.



Withdrawing again, I soaped up her hole and my cock, getting both very slippery. “Are you ready, you depraved slut?” I demanded as Carole giggled.



“Yes, yes, oh god don’t make me wait,” she pleaded, and I eased my now rampant cock into her tight opening. At first there was some resistance from her sphincter muscle, but Carole quickly relaxed, allowing my cock to slide into her back passage. She murmured and gasped with satisfaction as I worked in and out, slowly at first but gradually gathering pace as I sensed her opening up and starting to push back. Soon, Carole was fucking herself on my cock, her excitement growing in cries of delight and demands for me to “fuck my arse you big stud,” and “do me good, I love this,” and fill my rectum with your hot cum, lover,” and more erotic demands.



Carole’s climax was starting to rise and I decided to give it a helping hand — literally. I reached round and started stroking across her slit, now wet both from the shower and from her own juices. She screamed as I found her engorged clit and rolled it between my fingers, pinching it as I did so.



“Oh god, oh fuckfuckfuck I’m so near to cumming you motherfucker, don’t you dare stop.”



Using Carole’s soft, smooth arse and hearing her delighted responses had been taking me ever closer to my own climax. I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls and the little electric shocks starting in my cock.



“Me too, you beautiful slut. I’m going to cum in you so hard. I’m going to fill you to overflowing. I’m going to make you scream with delight. I’m going to … oh my god, I’m there, I’m there, get ready for it; here comes my whole load,” I howled at last.



This, combined with my continued assault on both her anus and her clit were enough to send Carole over the edge, and as I had a major, roaring orgasm, she achieved the same result. Her screams rose in a crescendo and she shook violently, coming close to dislodging me. Her body locked up tight, including the muscles of her arse which held me in a vice-like grip. After what seemed like an eternity, probably ten seconds at the most, Carole gave a deep moan and relaxed completely, almost slipping to the floor. I held her tight around the waist and we both slowly subsided to the floor of the shower letting the water flow over us, washing away the tension but leaving a deep and beautiful feeling of joy and release.



We dried off, and dried each other off with much patting, stroking, laughing, kissing and general fooling around. I dressed quickly, but Carole looked at me, saying, “Shit, what am I going to wear? I can’t really get dressed up in my glad rags again.”



“Ah, well, you see, this is where my co-conspirators came in,” I laughed and handed her a neatly packed case with a sensible skirt and blouse, undies, pantyhose and shoes.



“Oho, so Dee-Dee and Charlie were in on your little plot to kidnap me and hold me here overnight, were they?” Carole also laughed. “I see they’ve stuck to ‘sensible’ rather than ‘outlandish’ and I’m very grateful.”



I sat on the bed, again watching Carole dress, with a broad smirk on my face. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she pretended severity, but the sparkle in her eyes gave the game away. “You’ve got this kinky thing about watching me dress.”



“Guilty as charged,” I grinned. “Now are you going to do the business and let me get my jollies or are we going to stay here all day?”



Carole tossed her head in the air in an attempt at scorn, but she dressed slowly and sensually, something I always found most captivating.



“Okay, Jesse, let’s go get a taxi,” Carole said and started for the door.



I took a deep breath and asked her to come and sit on the bed next to me. Carole looked a bit puzzled, but did as I asked.



“Mum,” I started, although I’d got out of the habit of calling her that in our sexual interludes. “I’ve got something to ask you.” She continued to look puzzled, but nodded her head in agreement.



At that, I dropped onto one knee in front of her and said, “I know that legally, this can never happen. But if it could, my dearest love, would you marry me?”



The puzzled look turned first to astonishment, then to a blaze of elation as what I had said sank in. “Oh you silly, silly boy. Of COURSE I would, yes, yes, a million times, yes.” She immediately grabbed me by both shoulders and pulled me up, delivering a big hot wet sloppy kiss — and then burst into tears. Clearly, though, these were tears of joy. Then looking straight at me, she asked, “What’s brought this on?”



“Well, I had this thought. I love you so much, and I wanted to sort of find a way for us to swear our love to each other. I realise that we can’t do that through the normal channels, but I don’t think that matters. What does matter is that we’re willing to commit to each other, ”til death do us part’. So I thought we might go home, then take a little while to write out some vows that we could make to each other. We could find a quiet, peaceful place and in front of two people that we love and trust and who love and trust us, we could repeat those vows, pledging ourselves to each other. What do you think?”



Carole burst into tears again. “Jesse, that is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard. Yes, an absolutely unqualified YES,” she shouted, then went silent for a while. “Jesse, do you think that those two people that we love and trust and who love and trust us might be interested in doing the same thing? Then we could be witnesses for them.”



“Carole, you are a genius. We’ll ask them as soon as we get back.”



She started to rise again, but I stopped her briefly. “One other thing, my love. We’ve just agreed to love, honour and oh boy, so this needs to be sealed officially.” So saying, I pulled a blue velvet box from my pocket and taking her left hand, slid a diamond engagement ring onto the third finger. For the third time, Carole burst into tears.



“Oh dear, I am crying so much, but I’m just overwhelmed with happiness. Jesse, this is so very beautiful; thank you so much. I shall wear it always.”



“Mmm, yes, although it might be a bit tricky to wear it on your left hand in public. Certainly in the house; maybe on your right hand in public?”



Carole looked deeply into my eyes. “I only have one thing to say to you, Jesse Mason. I am deeply, helplessly, totally in love with you — I think I always have been. What you’ve just said and done has told me that you feel just the same, and I want no more than this.”



“Carole, you are truly superb; I’m under your spell, and I think I always have been. And I want no more than that.”



We grinned at each other, grabbed our bags, caught a taxi and headed for home.



Dee-Dee and Charlie were in the lounge gossiping when we arrived, and they both knew instantly that something had happened. “Okay, you two,” Dee-Dee started, “you both look as if you’ve won the lottery; what’s going on?”



“Jesse asked me to marry him, and I said ‘yes”,” Carole crowed, flashing her ring to gasps of appreciation from the others.



“You two do know that you can’t legally do that, don’t you?” Charlie was always the practical one.



“Yes,” I replied, “but I don’t think that matters too much.” I explained our wish to make a public commitment to each other in front of them as witnesses, saying, “This gives it a substantial ethical or moral element that may not be present in a formal ceremony.”



“We also thought,” I continued to Charlie, “that you and Dee-Dee might possibly be interested …”



I was cut short by a simultaneously explosive cry of “YES” from both Charlie and Dee-Dee, and we all charged together for a huge group hug.



Three weeks later, after Dee-Dee had confirmed that she was pregnant, we gathered on the shore of a quiet bay in the warm sunshine of an early evening. First Carole and I, then Dee-Dee and Charlie recited our vows to each other with some tears of joy. To formalise it a little, we each signed a printed copy of the vows to keep as a reminder of our shared love.



I sprang one last surprise on my “bride”. “Sweetheart, do you remember just before Dee-Dee came into our lives, we were planning a holiday on an island in the Barrier Reef? Well, I’ve gone and done it again; we fly out for our honeymoon in two days time.”



Carole jumped and squealed with delight, but then sobered down just a little. “What about Dee-Dee and Charlie?”



“Well,” I replied, “Dee-Dee and Charlie have agreed to hold the fort until we get back, then I’ve arranged to stake them for an identical holiday in the same place for their honeymoon.”



Whoops of joy all round greeted that announcement, and we finished the day with a toast to all of us, before we returned to something roughly approximating normality.



Epilogue



We have now reached a point where we should say farewell to Jesse and Carole, Dee-Dee and Charlie so that they can be allowed to live their lives without the ever present pen of the biographer peering over their shoulders. All the same, the fiction writer does have the luxury of being able to look into the future.



Dee-Dee gave birth to a healthy daughter named Jessica Carole, and three years later, she had a son, Simon Jesse. Simon was also Jesse’s son, but Dee-Dee decided that this time she’d agree to be “messed around” by a gynaecologist rather than take the risk of family tensions over another natural impregnation. The “add-on” house was completed, although not until shortly after Jessica’s birth, and Dee-Dee, Charlie and their family soon turned it into a warm and happy home.



Jesse finished his psychology degree and after an “apprenticeship” in the city, set up his own practice in an office built onto the original home. He also set up his photo studio, and gained a reputation for very discreet but very sensual glamour photography. He also converted another of the old farm sheds into a small gymnasium and eventually a heated pool and spa for the families.



Carole’s business flourished with Charlie’s marketing skills, particularly after she finished a marketing degree and they went from strength to strength.

I started cross-dressing at a very young age. I believe my first time was in a pair of my moms tan pantyhose and high heels. It was a joke that my sister did on me but ever since that I kept doing it in secret. I use to wear my sisters panties, hosiery, bras, and make up. I got very good at making myself look like a woman. At 5″11 and very slim it wasn’t that difficult to believe I was a fine piece of ass. After getting in college I started to purchase thigh highs, heels, wigs, and everything it took to become a sexy cross dresser. One night I decided to take my dressing to the next step. I took a warm shower and shaved every inch of my body. I then proceeded to put on a pair of lacy black panties and black pantyhose. With that I slipped on a stuffed red bra and red 5-inch heels. I finished the outfit with a very short red minidress. After finishing the make up and wig I looked in the mirror and saw that I was one of the best looking women I had ever seen.



I really didn’t know what to do once I went out to the club. I never have thought of being with a man or what I would do if I were approached. I hesitated if I really wanted to go out, but forced myself to do it. On the drive over I kept getting a nice boner to the thought of the soft touch of a mans lips on mine. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking, but decided that tonight was the night I was going to try it. As soon as I walked into the club I got sexy smirks, stares, and ass smacks from every guy in the room. If only they knew what I was hiding underneath these cloths. The night proceeded with dances and shots of vodka. I danced with a lot of guys and grinded my tight ass on everyone of there cocks. It was such a turn on and as the drinks kept being brought to me I knew that I was going to get lucky tonight. One guy caught my eye the most. He was very buff tan with short black hair. His muscles seemed to be popping out of his shirt, which turned me on so bad. He danced with me a lot and grabbed my hips as hard and as sexy as possible as I grinded his ever growing member in his pants. I wanted him bad and he knew it. After the last song he grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom.



My heart began to pound so fast and I got very nervous but the alcohol was telling me to just do it. Once inside he pushed me against the wall and began kissing my neck. His hands began to grope my ass and legs. I could feel his cock against my leg. As he kissed my neck harder I slowly moved my hand down his waist. I started to massage it through his jeans. His kisses got longer and I knew he wanted me. I never would have imagined being able to do this to a man. After a solid two minutes of this he pulled his head away and kissed me on the lips. His eyes sparkled and I knew what I wanted. I kissed him hard and our tongues wrestled against each other. I wanted do anything and everything with this guy I didn’t even know. I began to undo his pants as we swapped spit over and over.



I was so hungry for his dick I couldn’t wait any longer. I kissed him hard and dropped to my knees. I pulled his 8″ cock out and kissed it on the head. I quickly started to licked it all over the base. His moans from above told me how much he wanted me. I was so turned on I didn’t even hesitate shoving it in my mouth. The feeling was amazing as it slid in and out of my mouth. I sucked it so hard he twitched multiple times. I stopped every once in awhile and licked his nuts and kissed his waistline just so it would last as long as possible. Before I could begin again he pulled me up and kissed me. I tried again to go down but he wouldn’t let me. Instead he whispered in my ear how much he wanted to fuck my ass. I never thought that I would want this, but I was too horny to decline.



I walked over to the sink and bent over and stared at him and winked. He followed and pulled my wig hair back and kissed my back and neck and then lifted up my dress. I looked in the mirror and saw him staring at my pantyhose covered ass and he instantly pulled them down to my thighs and began to insert his cock into my ass. It hurt so bad at first that it was hard to not cry. After a few attempts it finally fit all the way in. I let out a loud moan and he began to fuck me. Slow at first because of the pain, but as he continued I started to not only like it but love it. I yelled faster which he of course did. I loved it so much; I started to thrust my ass back into his movements. We moaned together over and over. His balls were smacking my ass and I started to massage myself. As we did this over and over I felt myself cum in my panties. I was praying that he didn’t see the stain or the boner I had in front of me. I wanted this straight man to never know what he was doing. It made things so much hotter.



He thruster a few more times and I felt him tense up, and all of a sudden his cum shot straight into my ass. It was a feeling I had never felt before. Everything seemed to slow down and I felt euphoric. He rested his dick there for a few seconds until finally pulling it out ever so slowly. This gave me enough time tuck my now limp cock away, and then turned around and sucked the rest of the cum off his cock. He moaned as my tongue played with his over used cock. I got up and fixed my dress and pantyhose and then kissed him on the cheek and told him to call me for round two sometime. I handed him my number from my purse and walked out of the bathroom knowing I would see him again.

Having thrown my wife naked into the street in the mistaken belief that she had starred in a gang bang movie, I found myself divorced, with a criminal record for assault and now knowing that my business is only viable because my wife had been subsidising it to the tune of a thousand pounds a month. Access to my children was restricted to a couple of hours a week and even that would be supervised.



The one good thing about being down, the only way is up and I was determined to get up. I needed to cut a thousand pounds a month from the running costs of the company and in the short term there was only one way of doing that. One of the tyre fitters would have to go. Eric was with the company when I took it over. He was forty five and had a wife and two children to support. Tom was twenty two and had only been with me for three years. He was young, free and single. I had taken him on because Julie didn’t like me coming home black from the tyres and smelling of rubber. It seemed like no contest, but I still didn’t like doing it. I got in early that Monday and was doing my calculations when the boys turned up. It was just at that point that I had a brainwave. I called them both into the office and l put my cards on the table. I had to make savings and their salaries were the only things I could cut. I told Eric he was safe and outlined my reasons. Then I turned to Tom.



“You understand why it has to be you, don’t you Tom?” I asked him.



“Yeah, Eric’s got more years than me and more commitments. It don’t make it any easier though, does it?”



“No, Tom, it doesn’t, but I might be able to sweeten it a bit. I have to check my calculations, but I think that I could probably afford to keep you on for sixteen hours a week. It would be a big drop in income for you, but it would still be better than benefits. In addition to that you could go to college and study to be a mechanic. The company will pay your course fees.”



He brightened up a bit. I knew that college would appeal to him; he had often said how he wished he had taken the opportunity when it was there.



“Talk to me again at the end of the day,” I said. “I’ll know for sure whether that will give me enough of a saving and you’ll know whether you want to take me up on it.”



Neither of them were particularly happy about our conversation, but I hoped I’d convinced them. It really was the only way to stop us all being out of work. My next action was to ring Clare and ask her to check the rules on part time employment and my figures on employers National Insurance contributions. I needed to ensure that my idea was actually feasible. Clare agreed to check and get back to me. Then I phoned the social services to arrange to see my children. I hadn’t seen them since this whole sorry mess kicked off and I wanted to get something sorted out as soon as possible.



The girl at the social services office outlined the procedure for supervised access. It seemed that the kids had to be taken to their offices where I would be allowed to be in the same room with them. A social worker would be present at all times. I felt my anger rising as she told me all this. They were my kids and I had never harmed a hair of their heads, yet I was being treated like some child molester. Before I exploded I heard Clare’s voice in my head.



“Just remember, Greg baby, they hold all the cards. Get angry with them and it’ll only put back the day when you get proper access.”



I regained a semblance of calm and made an appointment for 3pm on Wednesday.



Just after lunch Clare called and congratulated me on finding a workable solution. Now, if Tom was OK with it, I had the chance to get out with minimum casualties. He came into the office just before we shut up shop.



“If I can’t manage and find another full time job, do I have to pay back the course fees?” he asked.



“No,” I said, “I’m hoping you’ll want to come back as soon as I have enough work for you, but if you need the money and find another job, then you go and owe me nothing.”



“If I don’t take this then I’m out of work, aren’t I? Sounds like I can’t lose.” We shook hands on the deal and he agreed to start on reduced hours from the beginning of the following week.



On Wednesday afternoon I arrived at 2.30pm and was shown to a waiting room. A number of people came and went while I sat there. One of them, a rather severe looking woman in her early forties, looked at me each time she passed. On the third pass she stopped.



“Mr Maitland,” she said, “it is absolutely pointless you turning up so early. You will not see your wife. She’ll be brought in through a different entrance.”



“I’m not waiting to see my ex-wife,” I corrected her. “I was hoping to talk to one of you folks for a while.”



“I’m sorry, Mr Maitland, we cannot discuss your case. Any changes in the access rules will be dealt with in accordance with strict criteria already laid down.”



I got up, and noticed that she stepped backwards.



“Any attempt at intimidation will only count against you,” she said.



“Whoa, hold on there,” I said. “What’s all this talk of intimidation? I was just hoping for a little advice.”



She seemed to soften and stopped backing away.



“Advice about what?” she asked. “You know I can’t discuss your case.”



“And I wouldn’t want you to,” I replied. “I’m sure you’ve been acquainted with the case. I was a right bastard to my wife and I know it. After my trial she told me I needed help. You know, proper professional help, to stop me flying off the handle like that. Well, I got to thinking that maybe she was right, but I don’t know how to go about it. I was rather hoping that someone here could point me in the right direction.”



She was suddenly a bit tongue tied. She blushed a bit and even gave me half a smile.



“I am sorry, Mr Maitland. I should have given you more chance. If you saw some of the people we get coming here for supervised visits you’d understand why we get a bit prickly.”



“I read the papers,” I said.



“You enjoy your visit, Mr Maitland, and when you come out just press the buzzer and ask for Janice. I’ll let you know what I’ve found out.”



Just as she was about to leave the room she stopped. “Mr Maitland,” she said, “do I recall correctly? You were a soldier weren’t you?”



“Royal Marine,” I corrected her, “and please call me Greg.”



“OK. I’ll see what I can find for you, Greg.” With that, she disappeared.



As the door opened, the children saw me. Annabel, now nearly five, came running across the room to me. Three year old Grace was a little more reluctant.



For anyone who hasn’t experienced supervised visits, they must do as much to damage good parent relationships as they do to protect children. You’re limited to the use of one room, and a social worker is present with you the whole time. They watch what you do and they listen to what you say. Nothing can be private. There’s a panic button on the wall for them to summon assistance and some are fitted with a two way mirror so a team can actually observe you. To say that it’s a pressurised environment would be understating the case.



Grace sat on the floor and I sat with her, playing with the toys. That’s when I realised how little I knew about how to play with a three year old girl. Annabel was slightly easier but she asked awkward questions like, “Why don’t you live in our house any more?”



The first hour flew by, but, as the children got bored with the toys provided, the second hour really dragged. I was ready when the social worker told me time was up. On the way out I did indeed ring for Janice and this time she came out all smiles.



“Ah, Mr Maitland, sorry – Greg. You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve found you a place on a scheme run especially to cater for the needs of ex-service personnel.”



“It seems,” she went on, “that you are not the only one who has difficulty adjusting to civilian life.”



“I coped fine till about four months ago.”



“Apparently, that is quite common,” she said. “I had a long chat to the man that runs the project. He said people can behave normally for years and appear to have made a perfect adjustment. Then some trauma occurs and they revert to battlefield mentality. He really was very interesting and I think he’ll be able to help you. I’ve taken the liberty of making you an appointment for four pm on Friday. I hope that’s all right.”



“All right?” I said. “Janice, I could kiss you.”



She blushed. “You’d better not. I don’t think my husband would understand.”



“In that case, tell him to give you an extra big one from me,” I said as she blushed even more.



Not so long ago I would have laughed at the idea of seeing a shrink. Not so long ago I would never have believed that I could assault my wife. In spite of the unsatisfactory visit, I left the building with a light heart and made my way back to Clare’s place.



Over dinner that night I told her about my visit and about my chats with Janice.



“You silver tongued devil,” she laughed. “You couldn’t have done your case any more good if you had planned it.”



I must have looked puzzled.



“Don’t you see?” she asked. “They would have suggested all of that at the case conference. Then they would have waited till the next conference, to judge whether you had complied. All that time you would have been on supervised visits. Now, at their first conference anyone who suggests anger management or behaviour modification will be shot down in flames because you’re already doing it voluntarily. With any luck your new friend Janice will be on the team and you’ll already have an ally.”



“Well, that isn’t the reason I did it,” I told her. “I can’t get over what I did to Julie. Even when she was outside, naked and bleeding, I could feel nothing for her. If I can do that to someone I love, I could end up killing someone just because they upset me.”



Clare grabbed my arm and crushed her head against my shoulder. “You’re not the sort to go killing people.”



“I am and I have.”



“Yeah, on the battlefield with a gun.”



“On and off the battlefield, with guns, knives and even my bare hands. Do you know what? My country said I was a good guy and gave me medals for it.”



I saw her expression change when I mentioned bare hands. Suddenly she realised how serious it could be.



That Friday I drove down to Aldershot to see the shrink, counsellor or whatever he called himself. I was somewhat surprised when I actually met him. He introduced himself as John. Around the office were a number of pictures of him in uniform, but with different groups of men. When I asked, he told me of seeing action in the Falklands and the first Gulf War. Back in Civvy Street he had studied psychology and as a final year project he had carried out a study on the effects of conflicts on returning soldiers. He told me how he had begun to see something that other people seemed to have missed. Everyone knew about things like Post Traumatic Stress disorder but he had noticed how many ex-servicemen ended up in prison for violent crimes. Although it was not a large proportion of prisoners, it was disproportionately large when compared to the number of ex-servicemen in the population. This had won him funding for further investigation and to set up his treatment centre.



After this introduction, he asked me to describe the situation that had led to my trial and ultimately to being in his office. I told him all about the video and how I had physically thrown Julie out, stark naked, into the street.



“When you had finished, did you feel sorry for her?” he asked.



“No.”



“Why was that, Greg?”



“I don’t know. I suppose I thought she had brought it on herself and didn’t deserve my sympathy.” I told him.



“If another man, maybe a friend of yours, had the same experience and tried to do the same thing to his wife, would you condone it?”



“Of course not,” I said. “I would try to stop him.”



“Why?”



“That’s a stupid bloody question,” I said “Because it’s wrong. Because you can’t treat a woman like that.”



“But you did, Greg, and what’s more, you had no sympathy for her afterwards. Why do you think that is?” he asked.



When I couldn’t answer that question he moved on.



“Do you hate your wife, Greg?”



“Good god, no,” I said. “I miss her so bad it hurts. I would take her back tomorrow if she’d have me.”



“If she had done what you thought she’d done, would you hate her then?”



“Well, I wouldn’t want her back, if that’s what you’re asking?”



“But would you hate her?” he asked. “Hate her enough to want to kill her?”



“No, not like that,” I said.



“Yet, you hated Julie without even knowing that she had definitely done what you thought, didn’t you?” he pressed “Hated her enough to kill her, if she’d fought back.”



“That’s why you could feel no sympathy. You hated her the same way as you hated the Taliban bastards who were blowing up your mates.”



The interview progressed in a similar manner. He kept showing up the conflicts within me, making me confront them. It was not a comfortable hour. As our time came to an end he brought up the subject of anger.



“The way I see it, Greg, for you, anger is tied to hatred. When someone makes you angry, for a short time you really hate that person. Such a link can be very useful on the battlefield. It’s what makes some men heroes and what earns them medals. In civilian life it gets you thrown in prison.”



“What we have to do,” he continued, “is break that link and then help you to channel your anger and aggression into something more productive.”



When I left his office I just sat in my car with my head in my hands. My head had never been in such a state, not even when returning from our worst Afghan patrols. It wasn’t a warm evening, but I still left the top down and aimed the Morgan homeward.



When I got back to Clare’s place she looked at me and I saw her face drop.



“My God, what’s happened to you?” she asked. “You look like shit.”



I really couldn’t face any more questions, so I went to my room and tried to read, and then to sleep.



Over the next couple of weeks the sessions did get a bit easier to take and my supervised visits got easier as I learned to take things like colouring books and crayons with me. My relationship with Janice became much more friendly. She asked me to sign a release form so they could contact John for information about my state of mind and whether I was a danger. On the sixth week of my visits she came out to see me with a big smile on her face.



“We had a case conference about you yesterday,” she said. “You’ll be pleased to know that we don’t see any need to continue with the supervision. From now on it’ll be up to you and your wife to work out visitation. I hope that’s good news.”



“It’s the best,” I said. “You tell that husband of yours that he’d better look after you or I might just get you to weaken.”



“I’ve already told him I’ve been flirting with a handsome young soldier,” she laughed.



“Marine,” I corrected her.



“Whatever,” she said. “Good luck with the visitation, and if you need any help you know where we are.”



The knowledge that I’d no longer have someone watching me like a hawk whenever I went near my children was a big relief. It made it worth all the therapy sessions, which were still tearing me apart. I knew Julie wouldn’t be difficult with me over visitation. We agreed that to start I would have them every other Sunday and that would extend to the whole weekend as soon as I had somewhere to live where they could stay over. She even offered to let me use the house so that I didn’t feel I had to find somewhere to take them each time.



When I turned up at the house for my first visit, Julie was very friendly. We sat down and enjoyed a coffee together. She asked how things were going at work and said she had met Eric and his wife in the supermarket. Eric had told her I had cut Tom’s hours. I told her I’d discovered she had been subsidising the company and now, without that subsidy, and with the demands of the CSA and half the mortgage, economies had to be made.



“I am sorry about hiding my cash injections from you. I couldn’t think of a better way of putting cash in your pocket, but looking back it might have been better to let you work out your own solution.”



I couldn’t believe this. She was apologising for helping me out and trying to preserve my dignity.



“About the CSA payments,” she said. “You do know that I don’t get that money. I claim a single parent’s tax allowance but that’s all I get out of it. We can both try to appeal to reduce it if you like.”



“Maybe,” I said.



“Well, I just wanted you to know that it’s not me that wants to cripple you financially.”



“I have never thought that,” I told her.



We finished our coffee and she told me that she was going to spend the day with her parents and left me with the girls. It was good to be back in the house and with my two daughters. I looked around and was surprised to see our wedding photograph still displayed in the usual place. Then I realised that Julie was also still wearing her rings.



Later that week I got a call from my solicitor. He told me that Julie was willing to give up her share of my business if I was willing to give up my share of the house.



“What do you mean, her share of the business?” I asked. “This is my business, always has been.”



“Not any more, Mr Maitland. The court awarded your wife fifty percent of all of your joint assets. Your business is one of those assets and as such your wife is entitled to fifty percent.”



I said nothing. I was still trying to take it in. At first I started to feel angry, but I reminded myself that it was anger got me into this.



“Your wife isn’t trying to screw you,” the solicitor said. “It is true that your house would be worth significantly more than your business, but your wife is offering to take over full responsibility for the mortgage. If you agree then we can wrap this up with the court.”



“Yeah, what the hell,” I said. “At least there’ll be something that’s mine.”



“Very well,” he said. “I’ll send the documents to your business address. All you need to do is sign and return them.”



I agreed to do just that. I did wonder whether Julie was trying to help me out by taking over responsibility for the mortgage and enabling me to support myself. I found myself confused. She was obviously trying to help me cope with the divorce, so she must still care, but she gave no indication that she wanted to get back together. When I received the papers I did sign and return them and yes, I was more able to cope without the mortgage.



When I tried to talk to Julie about it at the next access visit all she would say was, “It was never my intention to punish you, Greg. After all, you are my children’s father.”



Relations continued to improve and once or twice she even rang me and asked me to pick up the girls from nursery. This made it all the more difficult to accept when the decree absolute dropped through the door. That was it, my marriage was over and nothing I could do would bring it back.



Clare took me out to dinner that evening in an attempt to cheer me up. It didn’t really work. In fact it sort of made things worse. I started to feel that she was acting like we were a couple rather than just two friends.



Following the decree absolute I got the accounts from both my own and Julie’s solicitors. Along with that came a cheque for more than five thousand pounds. Apparently, that was my share of our joint assets after the lawyers had been paid. I knew they were not my assets, so the money must have come from Julie’s accounts. I’d never been comfortable with Julie bringing home so much more than me and now to be taking her money seemed wrong. I sent the cheque back to her solicitors with a letter saying I was refusing to accept it.



Julie and I were getting on reasonably well and I decided that for now I would be happy with that. However, there were some things that had to change. Living with Clare was not working out. From my side it was always two friends sharing a house and sometimes a bed. From Clare’s side of things I thought I saw a change. She started to ask me to accompany her to social engagements where I was introduced as her partner or her toy boy. Even when I slept in my own bed I frequently woke up to find her kneeling at the side of my bed with her head bobbing up and down on my morning glory. One evening we had a long chat about it

“Clare, we are still friends aren’t we?”



“Of course we are.” she said.



“No I mean that we’re still just friends, right?”



She looked a little embarrassed “Well I hoped that maybe we were becoming a bit more than that”



“I am sorry Clare. You have been a great friend to me and I love you dearly but only as a friend.”



“Of course you do. Why would you want to get involved with an old bird like me” she said as tears filled her eyes.



“You’re not old.” I told her “You’re a fine woman and you deserve a good man but we both know that I can’t be that man. Julie would only have to say the word and I’d be gone like a shot. I don’t want to be another man that breaks your heart and if we carry on the way we are that is exactly what I’d be.”



The tears started to flow and I pulled her head to my chest. I just sat and held her while she cried. As the sobs subsided I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.



“You know I have to move out don’t you?”



She nodded. “We will still be friends though?”



“Clare you will always be a very special friend as far as I am concerned. I just can’t love you the way I think you want me to.”



She dried her eyes got up and poured us a glass of wine each.



“When will you go?” she asked



“As soon as I’ve found somewhere.”



“I am so sorry Clare. I know I’ve hurt you but it would hurt a lot more if we let it continue.”



The next morning her eyes were still red. Once more I felt like a right bastard. She had agreed to stay friends and I really hoped we could.



I found a small flat over a takeaway in the town centre. Now having found somewhere to live, the next task was to turn my business into something that would support a family. I had made a start, but now I had to go further. I had an idea, but it required capital. Capital that I didn’t have. I was on my way to Aldershot for my weekly session with John when it struck me. Of course I had capital – I was driving it. A five year old Morgan +4 in mint condition was worth a considerable sum. With a four year waiting list for a new one there would be no problem selling it. We had a small company van that I could use, so whatever I got for the Morgan would finance my project. I investigated as soon as I got back.



Eric couldn’t believe it when the buyer came to pick up the Morgan. He came straight into our little office.



“Are we in trouble boss?” he asked.



“No,” I said. “Why should we be?”



“That car was your pride and joy,” he said. “When you lost Julie I thought, ‘He’s always got the Morgan to lavish affection on.’ So why have you sold it?”



“I needed the money for something,” I told him. “Stick around long enough and you’ll see what.”



On my next visit to the children Julie was obviously not happy.



“You’ve sold the Morgan,” she said, “yet you sent the divorce settlement money back. Do you hate me that much that you can’t bear to take anything from me?”



“I don’t hate you,” I told her. “I’d give my right arm not to have done what I did, and to be still married to you. Don’t you see? That was your money. Taking that would have been like profiting from my own bad behaviour.”



“But you sold the Morgan. You loved that car. I always looked on that as my main competition. Eric said you needed the money. So why didn’t you ask me?”



“Julie,” I said. “It may have escaped your notice but you are no longer my wife. I don’t like that fact one little bit, but I have accepted that it’s true. Thanks to the deal our solicitors did you no longer have any interest in J&G Tyre Services. So when I am looking for money to invest in the business, I look first to the bank and then to releasing my own assets. If I have to have a life without you then that business has got to bring in enough to support a family outright. I intend to see that it does and I intend to do it on my own. Anyway, when does Eric feed you all this information?”



She looked a bit embarrassed for revealing her sources.



“I often see him and his wife in the supermarket on Friday nights. He is worrying about his job, but he also worries about you.”



“Well, he has no need to worry on either account,” I told her. “In the next couple of weeks he will see what I wanted the money for. Meanwhile, driving around in a connoisseur’s sports car is a luxury I can do without.”



I gathered up the girls and took them out for the day. When I returned Julie only wanted to talk about what we’d been doing, so I guess she accepted the situation.



In the next two weeks I bought a Transit drop-side truck and mounted a petrol driven compressor on the back. I fitted tyre changing jigs and also got heavy duty pneumatic jacks. I got Tom in to cover and sent Eric on a couple of courses on the use of the airbag jacks and changing lorry tyres on the road. The motorway passed within a couple of miles of our workshop and I was going to get in on the lucrative business of emergency tyre services for commercial vehicles.



It took about six months for the new venture to start paying off, but pay off it did. The hauliers were willing to pay whatever it took to get their trucks back on the road and with Europ Assistance and Mondial Services using us, I was in need of more help. I already had Tom back working as many hours as he could manage, but he was unwilling to give up his college course. I couldn’t blame him for that. When I checked with Clare I found that the company had never been in such a sound financial state.



My weekly trips to Aldershot had become less stressful. We had passed the stage of confronting the problem and John had got me into group therapy. I missed driving the Morgan down there. The little company van just was not the same. My life was definitely on the up, yet still there was something missing. It was not sex, I could get that when I wanted it. Clare and I were still keeping each other supplied in that department. However, the only person for whom I had any strong emotional attachment didn’t want to be anything more than friendly. I was beginning to understand what it meant to be lonely.



I was dreading my first Christmas alone, so when Clare invited me to spend Christmas day with her I jumped at the chance. The following weekend when I went to visit the girls I got a second invitation. Julie told me the children wanted me to come for Christmas. I don’t know if she knew how much that hurt. She didn’t want me, but she was prepared to invite me because the girls wanted Daddy on Christmas day. That may not have been what she really meant, but it was how it sounded to me. I told her I had already made other plans but I would be happy to come over for Boxing Day and she reluctantly accepted the compromise. She must have spoken to Eric again because a week later I got a phone call at work.



“Hello, Greg Maitland.”



“YOUR BOOKKEEPER?” she shouted down the phone. “YOU GIVE UP THE CHANCE TO BE WITH YOUR CHILDREN ON CHRISTMAS DAY TO BE WITH A WOMAN WHO IS OLD ENOUGH TO BE YOUR MOTHER?”



“Julie, just calm down and I’ll explain. She asked me before you did.”



“Well, I would have thought that we would still take precedence,” she said.



“Look, she has no one else to go to. When she asked me it looked like two lonely people could actually get together for the day and cheer each other up a bit. Now, you can’t expect me to leave her on her own, can you? Anyway, according to you it’s only the girls who want me to come. You don’t want me there.”



There was a period of silence before she came back with, “Don’t be stupid, of course I want you to come. OK, I’m sorry if it sounded like it was only the girls that wanted you. You could bring your friend with you, if you like.”



“Well, thanks very much for the invitation. I’ll ask her,” I said.



“Is that the only reason you turned us down?” she asked.



“What do you mean?”



“Because you didn’t want to leave her on her own at Christmas?”



“More or less.”



“You’ve changed,” she said.



“Well maybe that’s a good thing,” I responded. “Now, we are really busy here, so if it’s all right with you I’ll hang up now. I’ll ring Clare later and extend your invitation, and call you back tonight. Is that OK?”



“Yes,” she said. “And, Greg….. I am sorry I shouted at you.”



And so it was that Clare met Julie, Annabel and Grace. We all had a great time and it set the scene for Christmases to come.



As we were about to leave Julie kissed my cheek and said, “I really like her. A bit blunt at times, but a nice person.”



“Yes,” I said. “She deserves better from life. Thanks for making her so welcome.”



She gave me a curious look, as if she couldn’t quite believe what I had said, and then we were out of the door. As I drove her home Clare suddenly said, “You know what is really surprising? In spite of what you did to her, that girl still loves you.”



“Did she say that?” I asked.



“She didn’t have to say it. It is blindingly obvious to everyone except you two silly buggers. You only have to see how proudly she speaks about the way you have turned your business around. The only question is, how long is it going to be till you both wake up to the fact that you were born to be together.”



Clare made up her mind to do whatever she could to get Julie and I back together. What neither of us knew was that there were other forces working for the opposite end. Christmas and New Year came and went. Julie and I seemed to be getting closer. However, as soon as she went back to work we were back to cordial relations. I was totally confused. It was one step forward, two steps back. It would seem all I could do was wait.



Everything else in my life was going well. Down in Aldershot I had been leading the discussion groups for some months when John called me into his office.



“Greg,” he said. “I am sorry to have to admit that I have been using you the last few months. There is really no need for you to come here any more. I haven’t mentioned it before because it has been beneficial for us to have you leading the groups.”



“You mean I’m free to go?” I asked.



“You’ve been free to go since the day you came,” he said. “What I’m saying to you is that you’ve achieved a great deal and I don’t think there is any more benefit in you coming to these sessions.”



I left feeling a little bit proud of myself. As I reflected on the year, even I could see the progress I’d made in dealing with situations that made me angry. I just hoped I would never have to find out how I’d react, if confronted with a situation like the one that caused me to tear my marriage apart.



Weeks turned into months, months into years and my life got better in almost every respect. Two years after the divorce, or AD as I came to refer to it, one of the big car dealerships folded. They were a nationwide organisation but they had a showroom and workshop in our town. I made enquiries and found out what sort of price the receiver was looking for. Clare helped me with the business plan and this time when I went to the bank they couldn’t do enough for me.



No one believed I would get the premises for less than half a million, but I did. For only three hundred thousand I got the showroom and forecourt and the fully equipped workshop. I already had a used car company wanting to rent the showroom and forecourt. The rent alone covered my repayments on the loan to buy the whole place. Tom had just finished his course and, as I knew he would, left me to work in a local garage. Once the deal was sealed I went around to pick him up from work.



“How would you like to be your own boss Tom?” I asked.



“I can’t afford the set up costs,” he said.



We arrived at the workshop and I took him in for a look. He looked around. We had four bays with hydraulic lifts plus space for all the diagnostic equipment.



“Now, I need at least one bay for tyres, but with jacks we can use some of the open space. What I’m offering you is one of the bays. They’ll be fully equipped – that is, if you help me select the equipment we need.”



“We’ll work out a fixed scale of charges for the jobs we’re prepared to undertake, and that’s what the customer pays. I supply all materials and parts and the cost will be added to the customer’s bill. You can do as much or as little work as you want, but you pay me a weekly rent for the bay and the equipment. As we get more business and get more blokes in here I’ll give you a discount on your rent in return for keeping an eye on them. I don’t want any bodge jobs going out of here.”



“Who allocates the work” he asked.



“I do,” I said. “It’ll be in rotation except when a customer asks for a particular fitter to work on their car. If they want you to do the job, they get you, unless you can’t fit them in, in which case we offer it to someone else. So how does it sound? Are you in?”



“It sounds too bloody good to be true,” he said. “If the numbers add up I am definitely in.”



That was the start of J&G Auto Services and locally it broke the mould of car servicing. Within the year all three servicing bays were occupied and each of the fitters took home more money than they ever did working for other garages. Clare did well out of it because all the guys needed someone to keep them within the law and sort out their tax.



It was shortly after moving into the new workshops that my first romantic interlude since the divorce began. The local companies that supply the motor trade all use good looking young women to take orders and make deliveries. It was one such woman who waltzed into my life. Her name was Kelly, a blonde of about five foot four, very slim with a fantastic smile. She had come to collect orders and picked me out as the man to speak to.



“Hello, I’m Kelly from Brandon Auto Factors. I was passing, so I thought I’d call in to see if you needed anything,” she said.



“Oh, he needs something all right,” Eric called out.



She grinned and I introduced myself. “Greg Maitland,” I said. “I own this place.”



“Oh, the Ice Man himself. I’m pleased to meet you.”



“You’ll have to explain that one.”



“It’s the nickname the girls have for you,” she said. “We’re supposed to flirt a bit with the customers. You know, make out we fancy you. It’s supposed to make you give us orders. The girls say nothing works on you, that you must be cold as ice. So now you’re the Ice Man.”



We both laughed at that. “I’m not cold,” I told her. “I just don’t see the point in starting something that can’t go anywhere. Most of your girls are married.”



It was then she held up her left hand to show me the empty third finger. “Divorced,” she said.



“Me too,” I said, “but I can’t get mine off.”



I didn’t really know if that was true or not. I had only tried to get it off once since the divorce and gave up when it wouldn’t go over the knuckle. We chatted for a while and I found myself making a date for Thursday night. As she left, there were cat calls from the blokes in the workshop, including Eric who was eager to know if I was going to get what I needed.



She had asked me to call when I was on my way over, and she would wait outside. When I picked her up she looked amazing. She was wearing a dark green trench coat just draped over her shoulders. Underneath was a tight fitting red satin dress with a halter top and a skirt that barely reached mid thigh. The date went really well. We went to dinner and then on to a club. She told me she was living back home with her parents, and her mother was looking after the children. She had two kids, a girl and a boy, aged three and two. She had divorced her husband when she caught him cheating with her best friend. I filled her in on my background and by the time twelve o’clock rolled around neither of us wanted the night to end. Nevertheless, I drove her home and kissed her good night at the gate. It was a long, lingering kiss that screamed out “More, more, I want more,” but I was determined to be the gentleman. I asked what she was doing on Friday.



“Washing my hair,” she said.



“What about the weekend?” I asked. “I could take you and the kids out.”



“Most weekends are out,” she said. “I have to take the kids to Reading to see their Dad.”



“Why doesn’t he come here?” I asked.



“I got the car as part of the divorce settlement, so he says because he has no transport I have to take the children to him. I usually stay over with a friend in Reading and bring them back the next day. I am free Monday, though.”



“Monday’s not good,” I said. “Most of the restaurants and clubs will be closed.”



“Well, we don’t have to go out. I could come to your place and cook for you,” she said.



“OK, but I’ll do the cooking.”



And that was it. My second date in only two years, all sorted out.



From the time she stepped through the front door of my little flat I got the idea Kelly was not much interested in the food. She wore the same green trench coat, but when I took that from her shoulders I saw she was wearing a strapless black leather dress that barely covered her pussy and zipped down the front almost to the hem. As we ate it was hard to keep my eyes off the neck line of the dress. I kept expecting her nipples to pop out the top. By the time I had cleared the dishes away and served the coffee I was already hard.



“Well,” I said, “what would you like to do now? I’ve got a good selection of DVDs if you fancy watching one of them.”



She fixed me with a look as if she was trying to gauge what my reaction would be, and then she said it right out loud.



“I wanna fuck.”



“I want you to take me to the bedroom and fuck my brains out. Then, as soon as you’ve recovered I want you to do it again. I want you to fuck me till I scream for mercy and, when I do, I want you to ignore my screams and just keep on fucking me. I want you to fill my cunt with hot meat and then shove it down my throat so I can hardly breathe. I want you to eat my pussy till I flood your mouth with my cum. I want you.”



I was a little taken aback by her statement, but after a short pause I took her hand.



“I really like a woman who knows what she wants,” I said, as I led her to the bedroom.



I was right about her not wearing a bra. As I unzipped her dress I found no panties either. She was very slim, not curvy like Julie. Her small breasts were in keeping with the rest of her body, as was her small round arse. No sooner had the leather dress hit the floor than she was fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. She then moved on to the belt of my trousers and in no time they fell to the floor. As I stepped out of them she dropped to the floor, tugging my jockey shorts down as she went. My beast was now available to her and she started raining kisses down upon it. Her tongue went to town, licking and swirling. I was leaking pre-cum long before she took it fully into her mouth. She thrust her head further and further forward till I could feel the end of my dick pop into her throat. Still she tried harder. Her hands were on my arse, pulling me into her ravenous mouth. I felt her finger enter my arse and almost immediately my dick exploded into her mouth and throat. Shot after shot of semen squirted into her. She calmed as I began to soften and slowly she pulled her mouth away. She stood up, put her hands either side of my head and kissed me passionately. Her tongue entered my mouth and she shared the taste of my own cum with me. She turned me round and walked me backwards so that I fell back on the bed. Then, almost without breaking her movement, she was on the bed, on her knees, moving her legs up either side of me. She stopped and sat for a moment on my chest, looking down at me.



“Now it’s your turn.”



She moved further up the bed till her bald pussy was over my mouth. I went to work with my tongue, licking at her little clitty and driving my tongue deeper into her, interspersing this with periods of just sucking on her pussy in an amorous kiss. I brought my hands up to reach her perky little breasts and used my thumbs on her nipples. She started thrusting her hips, forcing her pussy harder and harder onto my mouth. As I brought my tongue back to her clit she started to moan and thrust even harder. “Oh god, oh god, oh eaeeeeey,” she screamed as her juices started to flow into my mouth and down over my chin onto the sheets below. She fell sideways off me and lay for a moment alongside me. I rolled into her and held her tight, running my fingers up and down her back as I did so. Her pubic mound started thumping against my chest and she was soon astride me again. This time it was my dick she was interested in.

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Part 07

Echo and Voice








It was the beginning of August and the cleansing summer heat was welcome after the nightmares and time recuperating following the bone marrow transplant. On the bright side my father was doing better, he wasn’t out of the woods just yet but things were looking up. He had returned home but was forced to wear a sterile mask around the house and especially outdoors like now. He couldn’t afford to catch a virus or cold in his weakened condition. But I could almost see improvement on a daily basis and everything looked promising for a full recovery. Petra on the other hand was visiting me every other night at least, the fact that dad was home and couldn’t touch her was driving her crazy and I guess I couldn’t blame her. Kat on the other hand was dragging me out away from the house for our little romps and she was pushing her comfort zone slowly but surely. Everything seemed like it was going so well until…



The spectral image of the Surfer was hovering in the air at the foot of my bed projected from the tablet computer and as always his emotional state was impossible to guess. There had been upgrades since his first incarnation and at times he acted and reacted more human but it felt as if he were holding back. I had learned that this was the only avatar receiving the updates ‘just in case’.



“So have we gone over everything that happened in Dunwich,” I asked him.



‘Yes Milord and I have finished my analysis of the woman you call Morrigan and the woman in the alley and…’



“And, and what Surfer,” I asked.



‘They are and aren’t the same woman,’ he said and I realized he was confused and didn’t know how to handle the data he had collected for me.



“Take it slow and explain to me why it is her,” I said in my best soothing tone and this seemed to calm him.



‘I have extrapolated her complete bio-morphic template as if I were creating a new avatar,’ he said and with a gesture a full sized image of Morrigan appeared next to him and he rotated it and it was accurate to the millimeter or so he said. ‘This is the woman from the alley again having undergone the same process.’ A second woman appeared but on the other side of Surfer and he rotated this one as well and as I looked from one to the other they appeared the same at first glance. But even to my untrained eye there were discrepancies and I pointed to the second figure and Surfer nodded and smiled. ‘This woman is the same woman exactly only ten years younger.’



“Odds are that it’s a sister or female relative,” I said and he shook his head.



‘Those odds border on the ludicrous Milord, they are and yet aren’t the same woman I have no logical explanation. Please note this specific skin imperfection,’ and the images stopped rotating and it zoomed to a dark spot on her left ass cheek in the shape of a feather.



“A birthmark, they have the same birthmark and mom and Kat swear she never left the diner. This is impossible isn’t it?”



‘If you are asking me to determine possible if unlikely solutions for this dilemma two come to mind. The first is that the younger woman is a clone of the first. Unlikely that the technology exists but it is at least feasible. The second and this falls under the supernatural, this Morrigan woman has the ability to bi-locate. That is she can occupy two separate places in space at the same temporal moment.’



“Two places at the same time…” I said aloud and then deferred to the first explanation. “Okay so the younger one is a clone. Have you done her financials and other background search?”



‘You are not going to like this, she doesn’t exist.’



“What do you mean she doesn’t exist, explain.”



‘There are no records that pertain to this woman in any server, any file… anywhere. She is a ‘ghost’ as you would say. Also I have detected an aberration in her physical make up.’ Surfer added.



I looked at the holographic twins and as I looked at her face and the long red hair, her long kissable neck, gorgeous breasts and the rest of her I couldn’t see anything wrong with her.



“Hmm I don’t see anything wrong with her,” I said.



‘Exactly,” Surfer said. ‘Humans find beauty in symmetry and this woman’s left side is identical to her right side.’



To explain his thought Morrigan’s image suddenly became a grid display showing her features and body parts in the most basic state. He highlighted her eyes and I could see that not only were they the exact same shape but were located precisely to their opposite to the millimeter. Even her eyebrows were the same shape and length, the same with her nose, lips and chin. It was chilling really to see how one side mirrored the other down to finger shape and length.



“What are the odds of this occurring,” I asked.



‘You mean in nature? There is a zero probability of any unaltered life form attaining this level of perfection.’



“So she is a clone,” I said as the virtual Morrigan returned to normal. “I fucked the perfect woman…” I muttered to myself but Surfer heard me.



‘Yes Milord you did,’ and this time he actually smiled. ‘Does that make your bucket list?’



I blinked a few times and realized he was making a joke. I couldn’t help but laugh and my avatar seemed quite pleased with himself.



“So the only way to be sure is to get a DNA sample and have it tested,” I offered and Surfer nodded.



‘That seems the most likely process for determining whether or not the two women are genetic twins and therefore clones. But it does beg to ask the question.’



“What question,” I asked.



‘If these women are indeed clones what are their purpose?’



“Any chance they are part of a government black ops project on human cloning? Maybe they were born in a lab somewhere?”



‘It will take some time to find all the ‘black ops’ files hidden away by this government. However there is another reference to the name Morrigan I was able to discover.’



“And that is,” I asked.



‘It was found under the heading of Celtic Mythology…’



I sat on my bed and pondered all the possibilities of what had happened in Dunwich and shook my head in frustration and not a little anger. Besides the down time the coma had given me I was once more deprived of the luxury of sleep and deep meditation was the only thing keeping me sane. I could and often did go days without stopping to relax mentally. And when I did there were the nightmares and the cacophony of sounds and imagery. It was like I was in the middle of down town New York and I could see and hear what each and every person was hearing and seeing all at the same time and it was maddening! It took pushing it all away and finding that place where there is darkness and silence. I imagined I was walking along the beach on a world where there was no sun and no sound. There was a comforting sensation as my stress drifted away on the tide and I was alone. Sometimes I would sit on the sand and let the tide roll in and carry away my worries with the outgoing waves.



‘Nick…’



“Who’s there?” I called out to the darkness.



‘Nick let me in Nick…’ just the whisper of a female voice. ‘Let me in Nick…”



“Who are you?”



‘Let me take away the pain… let me drink of your darkness Nick… let my lips taste you… lick you… devour you…’



“NICK!”



My eyes snapped open and I was lying on the floor of my bedroom and Kat was standing over me.



“Nick, are you okay,” she asked tears sliding down her cheeks.



Kat knelt down next to me and took me in her arms and she rocked me and I closed my eyes and the whisper of the voice faded into nothingness.



‘…devour you…’



As always I never actually slept but I did find a place of perfect darkness and perfect safety in Kat’s arms. When I came around her back was against the futon and she was fast sleep. Her tears had dried but had left tell tale signs on her cheeks. I looked up and Petra stood in the doorway smiling down at us.



“You okay,” she asked.



“No… can we talk?” I asked and she nodded.



“Sure Nick your father is watching television and is playing catch up on some of his shows he missed while overseas. Where do you want to talk?”



I carefully freed myself from Kat’s embrace so as not to wake her and stood up. We walked into the next room and she sat down on some of the many pillows strewn about. I went to the fridge to get a soda and found the remaining bottle of sake unopened. I put the bottle of soda back and took out a bottle of the rice wine.



“Sake,” I offered showing her the bottle.



Her warm smile was all the answer I needed. After heating it and letting my mind sift through the things bothering me I sat down and I poured our first serving and began to speak. While my mind had been occupied Petra had stripped down and donned a silken kimono that was now loosely tied around her waist revealing some cleavage and a hint of upper thigh.



“When in Rome,” she purred.



“Indeed,” I said smiling and taking my first ever sip of sake. “Not bad.”



“So what’s bothering you,” she said pouring a second round in the small round wooden cups.



“Quite a bit,” I said and then continued. “I think I just need to rant if that is okay with you?”



“Fine by me but first,” she said standing and walking over to the closet and pulled a matching kimono and smiled. “You might as well be comfortable besides it’ll be easier to suck your cock later with this on.”



“I like the way you think,” I said. “Come over here and undress me.”



She dropped the kimono and sauntered over and began by pulling off my shirt. Then she grabbed my belt and tugged me to her before undoing it, then unzipping my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. She knelt and helped me step out of my pants and licked her lips at my raging erection. I shook my head and mouthed a single word ‘after’ and she smiled and nodded. Petra folded up my clothes and stacked them neatly in the corner before retrieving the fallen kimono and holding it for me to slide my arms into. She pressed her breasts against me as I did so her purrs growing louder by the minute. Petra moved behind me and as I tucked one side of the kimono beneath the other she reached around and tied the belt around my waist.



“Damn that was hot,” she whispered in my ear.



“Yes it was, now have a seat and let me vent please.”



“Sure I can’t stroke some of that stress out of you,” she purred pressing her tits harder now against my back.



“Later…”



Pouting but not unhappy Petra sat across from me and put on her listening face. I sat down and found my next round already poured.



“Where to begin,” I said collecting my thoughts again after the very distracting offer from Petra. “I have spent the last couple weeks having Surfer fill me in on what occurred in Dunwich in minute detail and there are some very disturbing facts that have been on my mind lately. Before we left for Dunwich an agent for the Iron Rain arrived here in Arkham.” I saw the alarm in her eyes and then I continued. “Then she just left two days later without ever getting anywhere near this place. Why? I have read through the latest traffic in their activity and found it business as usual. Then there is Dunwich and my new responsibilities since leaving there.” I said leaning over the table and showing Petra my ring she leaned over and took a better look at it. “This was William’s ring that his father gave to him and has passed from father to son for a very long time.” I flipped the crest and showed her the seal of the Hidden Master. “You know dad is a member of the Silver Twilight Lodge?” She nodded slowly. “It’s not just a gentleman’s club it is so much more.” I reached under the table and set down the leather bound book between us. It was a huge tome that was hand written and was in effect the diary of one of the previous Hidden Masters. “It is written in Greek and despite the rugged condition of the binding the pages are very well preserved.” I said opening the book and the pages were hardly yellowed. “I don’t speak Greek or read their alphabet so I had Surfer scan and translate it for me. The passages refer to things that happened during the time of Plato and contain his original lecture on the fall of Atlantis. But even back then the Order had significant influence in many nations. The Hidden Master is the political manipulator and shaper of events. I have already made some life altering decisions that I pray were the right thing.” I closed the book and felt her hand on mine. “I have to have dad swear fealty to me in the next meeting and I don’t know if I can do it? He can’t know who I am and you can’t tell him ever. It’s as much out of the chain of command as it is for his safety. If anyone discovered his connection to the Hidden Master they would use him and I couldn’t have that on my conscience. I had to tell someone I trust and I would have told Kat but I don’t want to burden her and I knew that you would understand.” She nodded and tears slipped down her cheeks. I reached over with my forefinger and captured a tear and brought it to my mouth. “I have your silence on this matter?” I asked and she nodded as she wiped the other tears from her face. “I am open to suggestions on how to go about doing this.”



“Dramatically, make as big a show of it as you can. Involve the entire lodge and have each and every one of them kiss your ring as a show of fealty.”



“Sounds like an excellent suggestion I will bring it up when I meet the Grandmaster tomorrow night. I went to the residence of the former Hidden Master and discovered much. I thought the Order was men only however I discovered something interesting. The Hidden Master in order to maintain control within the ranks of the Order established a sisterhood that reported to him alone. They are wives, mistresses and in some cases heads of state but they all followed his orders implicitly.” I brought up the ring box from under the table and handed it to her. “The position of Majestrix has long been empty. I want to offer the position to you. I need someone I can trust by my side and can’t think of anyone better for the job. But if you say no I will understand completely what with your history with the Iron Rain and all that.”



“You need someone you can trust and in turn will follow orders without question,” she said making a grim face.



“It’s true I need someone I can trust,” I said wording the next part carefully. “I also need someone who can call me on decisions I might make that are questionable or worse.”



“You are looking for a conscience, is that it Nick?”



“I look at it as an emotional anchor and confidant.”



“Let me think about it,” Petra said taking another drink of sake. “So what else is bothering you?”



“Morrigan, I know this is going to sound crazy but apparently we hooked up in the alley when I went out to get cash to pay for the meteorite,” I said and Petra was shaking her head.



“That’s not possible she never left the diner. Maybe you were mistaken?”



I picked up my tablet computer and fired up the video evidence of my not so romantic grudge fuck in the alleyway. Petra watched and I saw her hand slip down and between her legs and I knew she was fingering herself while she saw things from my point of view. Petra’s eyes narrowed and her breathing became erratic and with the last thrust of my hips into Morrigan Petra came hard and let out a small cry of release.



“Damn that was intense,” she moaned. “Do I look that good when we fuck?”



“Are you asking if I ever recorded us having sex,” I asked and she nodded. “M…maybe,” I let the word hand in the air.



“Maybe my ass,” she said raising an eyebrow in that just show me already look.



Without another word I opened the file of an encounter we had on the back deck with her in her apron and bent over taking it deep in her ass.



“MMMMM I remember that,” she moaned. “I came three… no four times!”



“Pushing the chance that one of the neighbors might see us, you bent over the railing with my cock buried in your pussy or later on your ass. The heart racing, pussy pounding good time had by all,” I said feeling my cock stir again.



She tugged open the kimono and cupped her tits and looked over at me her lust a blazing thing now.



“I could wrap them around your cock while I suck you off,” she purred. “You love titty fucking me.”



“And you love swallowing cum,” I replied my resolve weakening by the second.



“Do I have to beg Nick,” she asked. “I will if you want me to. Please Nick… let me suck you off, let me taste you and let your hard cock slide down my throat. Please Nick let me wrap my big ‘ol tits around your shaft and let you fuck them while I lick and suck the head of your cock! See how hard my nipples are and you know how wet my pussy is now. Please Nick…” she licked her lips as she got on all fours facing away from me and lifted the kimono up and away from her bubble butt showing me her wet slit shiny with pussy juice so eager to be fucked. “I’ll do anything you want Nick… anything.”



I fired up the Morrigan footage again and Petra turned and smiled.



“Do you want to fuck me while you watch that imagining it’s her you’re fucking Nick? I want you to… I need you to… give me your cock Nick… please.” Petra pleaded and then she saw the look of frustration and confusion on my face.



“Pity I can’t remember it,” I said a little bitter.



“I bet if I stretched out some to limber up I could…” and she fell silent with a wicked gleam in her eye, a smile on her face and then with a heroic effort she reigned in her desire. “…still it doesn’t explain what happened to you.”



“Take a look at this and then tell me what occurred,” I said showing her the side by side of the Morrigan from the diner and the one in the alley.



“What the fuck,” Petra said staring at the two and shaking her head as confused as I. “So what does Surfer say?”



“Two crazy theories but only one fits the facts and still it’s so farfetched I just don’t know what to believe.”



“So what are his thoughts on the matter?”



“Bi-Location or Clones… yeah crazy ass shit but for the moment the only options.”



“I’ll go with clones before the other I mean they could be sisters in a weird sort of way. Ran away from a secret government lab to a one horse town where the chance of them being found is remote.”



“That’s our working theory for the time being then,” I told her. “The next one has got me so riled I don’t know if I can even bring it up without punching a wall or something.”



“Nick… what is it?” Petra covered herself and moved to sit next to me as I shook in absolute rage.



“When my mom was dying and going through chemo I kept some of her hair as a kind of memento to remember her by, stupid I know…”



“No that’s a lovely thought,” she said hugging me now.



“Well it has been bothering me for a long time now that they both got brain cancer. So I went to the doctor who treated mom and discovered there was still some of her blood samples kept on ice. He also happens to be the same doctor who is treating my dad. Long story short after some sizable donations for his research I had their blood tested.” I began and the tears flowed and I managed to push through the sobs to tell her. “There was viable DNA in my mom’s blood and I had an independent lab test both samples.” I slammed the report down on the desk and watched as she let go and opened the envelope and read the results.



“I don’t understand Nick,” Petra said shaking her head. “This says that the DNA is a match. Your mom and dad aren’t the same person I don’t get it.”



“I didn’t test their DNA I tested the cancer DNA and it is a match. Dad has the exact same strain of brain cancer that my mom had. That can only mean one thing someone murdered my mother and tried to kill my dad.”

“How do you infect someone with cancer?” she asked beginning to shake.



“I don’t know, I have ruled out the obvious suspects like William or Jesse or anyone from school. That leaves someone within the Order and that is a very long list indeed.”



“Now the big question is why? Why would someone want to kill your mom and dad? What benefit do they gain from this,” she thought out loud.



“That’s what I don’t understand…” I said softly.



“There’s something else isn’t there, something you’re not telling me,” Petra said leaning in close enough for me to take in her scent.



“Yes, the doctor at the hospital mentioned strange lab results on my blood work up so I had them run at the same lab as the DNA.” I said placing a second envelope on the table and reluctantly letting go of it.



She opened the flap and tugged the report out and looked at it and I could see the perplexed look on her face. She read through the entire thing searching for something in non-medical terms she could understand but failed as miserably as I did.



“What does it say?’ she asked at last.



“Mind you I had to walk in there with a lawyer and a court order when I got the test results to get the remaining samples back. I suspected something bad when I had the tests run.”



“What does it say?” she asked again.



“I had to have Surfer translate it and even then I wasn’t sure he interpreted it correctly.”



“Nick for god’s sake what the hell does it say?”



“I possess a triple helix DNA…”



“What? What does that even mean?” Petra sat back and stared at me in shock.



“They don’t know, but I have all the test results and the files were purged from the computer system before l left.”



“Does Surfer know; is he working on the problem?”



“No… I suspect that William spiked the energy drinks with something but I don’t want to use Surfer in case he’s monitoring my activity.”



“William… why would he do that he’s your friend isn’t he?”



“I am not sure but maybe he came across something while searching around with BORG and wanted to make sure it was safe and used me as a guinea pig.”



“The bone marrow transplants, does Sebastian have it now?”



“As far as the tests can determine… no,” I said unsure and knowing I would have to monitor all his test results from now on.



“What are you going to do,” she asked leaning closer now.



“I simply do not know,” I said pulling her into my embrace and hugged her as I cried. “I have never been this afraid.”



“I got you,” she whispered over and over again.



I changed from the kimono into sweat pants and a t-shirt and made my way downstairs to spend time with my dad. I knew that once his health was improved that Petra and I were done as far as our physical aspect of our relationship and I had mixed feelings on that. I cared for her as both mom and a lover but I also knew that if dad did recover completely nothing was going to change for any of us dad was going to start back up where the cancer had stopped him. He would be gone for months at a time and Petra would be left behind again. Only time would tell on how things played out but I had to prepare for the worst.



“So how are you feeling,” I asked and he smiled weakly but his color did look a little better today.



“Better than shitty and far from okay,” he said with a smile. “Could be a whole lot worse and I am not sure I can ever thank you enough for what you did.”



“You would have done the same thing in my place,” I said and I almost broke down and told him about mom but bit back the urge at the very last moment.



“You were thinking about your mom weren’t you? I can tell you get that look in your eyes and you are scared to death I am going to die too.”



I nodded but we couldn’t hug until the doctor gave us the okay that he was through the worst of it. I stood up and after the tears and emotional drain I needed a soda bad.



“I’m getting a Dew want anything from the kitchen,” I asked and he shook his head.



“Nah I’m cool but I am getting hungry can you find Petra and see what’s for dinner,” he asked.



“Sure I’ll go track her down, hell maybe I’ll cook again I’ve been doing a bit of that lately. Well before the coma that is.”



“Really, I’m sure you’ll make a great house husband some day,” he said grinning from ear to ear.



“Any requests pops?”



“Seafood, I got a terrible craving for crab or lobster…”



“Okay surf and turf it is,” I said and swung by the fridge long enough to grab a soda and then I ran upstairs to find Kat and Petra.



Petra was in my shower soaping up and gave me that ‘why not join me’ look and again I almost folded. I walked up to her and looked her up and down.



“Dad wants seafood so I am going to grill some steaks and lobsters. Got any requests for dinner… besides my cock buried in your pussy?”



“Some more of that sake would be nice,” she purred.



“Okay, I’m gonna wake up Kat and do a grocery run be back soon. I plan on a late night walk to the park tonight if you are up to some outdoor playtime.”



“Count me in,” she purred and turned to finish her shower.



I closed the shoji behind me and went into my room to wake up Kat. She was still sitting on the floor her face a mask of peaceful bliss. So I decided to wake her up pleasantly. I closed the shoji to this room and tugged off the sweat pants and took my cock in hand and rubbed the tip by her lips. I watched her tongue snake out to lick her lips and I pressed the tip against her tongue. Kat moaned in her sleep and as her mouth opened I slipped the tip between her lips. She moaned deeper now and her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. I rocked my hips just a bit and when I felt her sucking on the tip I knew she was awake.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” she moaned and with eyes closed I began fucking her mouth.



Inch by inch more of my length slid between her lips and eventually down her throat. I was soon pumping my hips in a nice rhythm and her hands moved to my ass cheeks and began playing with them. After all the teasing Petra had put me through I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I hoped she was okay with that. My orgasm wasn’t far off and she pushed her head forward forcing me as deep down her that as possible. My toes began to curl and my cock to swell and Kat purred loud now begging for cum. I pulled back until only the tip remained and I began stroking the shaft fast driving me hell bent to a strong orgasm.



“UNNNNN UNNNNN UNNNNN,” I moaned softly not knowing if Petra was still in the shower or not. “OH MY FUCKING GOD,” I grunted as my cock swelled in her mouth and the first pulses of hot cum hit the back of Kat’s throat and she drank greedily. She took over and began licking, sucking and stroking me attempting to milk the very last drop of cum from me. Her eyes snapped open and as I pulled my cock from of her mouth with a soft ‘pop’ she smiled and delicately wiped the corners of her mouth.



“MMMMMMMMMMM tasty lover,” she growled. “Heck of a wakeup call.”



“I take it you…”



“I loved it, do we have time for,” she asked pointing between her legs.



“Perhaps after we go to the grocery store,” I said smiling and slipping back into my sweat pants.



“I sense one of your tactical strikes to the store and then you can pound my tight little pussy in the car… MMMMMMMM I am so fucking wet Nick.”



“Plus a detour to the liquor store for some sake,” I added.



“Remember that night with, what was her name again?” Kat asked as she got to her feet.



“Akiho I think, now that girl loved sucking dick.”



“Tell me about it I thought she would never give up her death grip on you,” Kat said smiling.



“I think she had an oral fetish, remember when I was behind her and she had her head between your legs?”



“Oh do I! Not saying there is a damn thing with the way you eat pussy but… damn she had a black belt in it.”



“We should call her…” we said in concert as I opened the shoji and we headed downstairs.



“Hey mom we’re going to the store you need anything,” Kat hollers as we head towards the front door.



The store was quiet for a week night but maybe everyone was home watching American Idol or something? Kat was pushing the cart while I picked out veggies for dinner. I had just selected some fine potatoes when I spied the large ears of white corn and changed my mind right then and there. Giddy with delight I picked out the best corn for our meal and Kat just gave me one of her ‘he’s being silly again’ smiles.



“Corn on the cob, gods it’s been ages since I have had it,” I explained and I saw that look. “Let me guess you’ve never had it before? Well you are in for a treat then. I hope you are hungry,” I said and she whispered something very naughty in my ear and I nodded. “Okay already I’ll hurry.” I replied my cock getting rigid thinking about what she whispered.



In less than fifteen minutes later we were heading to the liquor store and then off to our favorite parking spot for a quickie in the moonlight. While I drove Kat was massaging me through my pants making it quite cramped down there.



“If you want I can suck you off again and we can fuck later tonight,” she growled/purred.



“MMMMMM I wish I could but I something that I can’t get out of so I am sorry to say we are going to have to find a nice quiet spot where I can bend you over and fuck you silly.”



“Oh damn it all, I hate it when you ram that long… thick… cock… into my tight… wet… pussy…”



“You lie, oh you are so full of shit,” I said smiling at her.



“Okay I lied.”



After a quick stop at the store to pick up a few bottles of sake, Guinness and soda we were finally on our way to our quiet spot to fuck. Kat had freed my cock and was giving me some amazing road head when we pulled behind an abandoned factory and exited the car with great purpose. This was no lovemaking session this was a quick fierce grudge fuck. Kat leaned over the trunk of the car as I lifted up her skirt and stepped behind her and without a single word rammed my cock as deep into her as I could.



“UNNNNNNNNNNNN,” Kat let out an explosive groan of pleasure.



I grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her loving the view of her young body painted by moonlight. Her tanned ass cheeks so round and firm and my pale cock as it pierced her over and over again. I slapped her right cheek and the echo was profound as it rang over the dilapidated walls around us. I was rewarded with a firm squeeze of her pussy muscles for that so as rammed my cock harder now I would alternate slapping her ass and it wasn’t long before her body was shaking and her sex gripping me tightly in a powerful orgasm. Her cry of release sang in the air and was echoed for long moments afterwards. I kept ramming my cock into her even as she came and once she recovered she looked over her shoulder and begged me.



“Please… I have been waiting for so long and you promised…”



I pulled out of her pussy and pressed the head of my cock against that tight ring of muscle and pushed slowly but relentlessly into her ass. As she relaxed to accept me we felt the head slip inside and her guttural moan of pleasure as I took her anal virginity.



“At last…” she whispered as she pushed backwards to feel me deep inside of her. “…fuck my ass lover fill it with your cum.”



We moved slowly at first but her hunger to feel me inside of her was infectious and before long I was slamming my hips forward with the same force I had used inside of her pussy. Kat was allowing me to take my pleasure from her moaning louder and louder now as she felt my cock begin to swell from the tightness of her ass.



“Feels so good Nick I love your cock in my butt,” she growled.



“Can’t hold on much longer,” I said through gritted teeth.



“Don’t fight it baby,” Kat purred. “I want to feel you spray my insides.”



I slammed into her harder now nearly lifting her off of her feet and at last with one powerful thrust my orgasm hit me and we both cried out as pulses of hot cum shot inside of her. I eased out of her slowly and she spun around and dropped to her knees wanting to clean my cock with her mouth. Once the cum was licked clean from my semi-hard member she tucked me in and zipped me up then she stood up and pulled me into a breath stealing kiss. She pressed her body against mine and when I was ready for round two she broke the kiss and moved to sit in the passenger seat.



“Sure you can’t find time for me later tonight?” she asked as she closed the door.



I stood there shaking with need for her and if she were to step out I knew without a doubt dinner would be very unfashionably late.



I was rewarded with near silence as my family ate the dinner I had prepared for them. There was the occasional gasp of ‘oh my god’ or simple ‘MMMMM’ and outside the bedroom that was high praise indeed. As the girls cleared away the plates my dad gave me a brilliant smile and although his portions were smaller he had tried everything that I had cooked.



“Damn,” he commented. “I should have sent you to a culinary school instead of the Bastion. You have a gift for food Nick and there’s no denying it.”



“Thanks dad I am glad you liked it,” I said returning his smile.



“So what about tomorrow night, got any ideas for that?” He asked and saw my face drop as I remembered I was meeting with the Silver Twilight’s Grandmaster that night. “What’s wrong Nick?”



“I have a business meeting tomorrow night dad I won’t be here. My partners and I are seeing some people about investments in our business.”



“Why didn’t you come to me or your mom,” he asked and my look said it all. “Ah, you want to do this on your own that is commendable son.”



“No,” I said. “Mom already agreed to front the money for the real estate part of the business with a small percentage of the company in return. No these people are backers to help us with payroll and utilities start up. We have already filed the patents and by turn of next year we will be up and running.”



“Have you got any orders placed for your product?” he asked and I nodded.



“One of the partners is setting up an event to promote the product and I am going to pitch it.”



“That’s my boy! So when do I get…” he asked as I handed him his own tablet computer with his company logo etched onto its titanium cover.



“It took a little longer for the custom case sorry,” I said.



“So why don’t you impress me with this product of yours,” he said putting on his game face.



“Prepared to be amazed,” I told him as I moved to sit next to him.



I turned it on and he raised an eyebrow at the instant reaction time.



“Now you can operate it like a traditional tablet like so and I opened a few programs with the touch screen. Or you can wow your clients with the holographic interface.” I said and the crystals on the border of the screen lit up and there hovering above the table were his desktop icons rendered in 3D.



“Okay that’s fucking amazing,” he said eyes alight. “What else can it do?”



“Virtual desktop,” I said tapping an icon and opening his internet browsing program and showed him how to surf the net by touching the holographic display instead of using the screen or a mouse. “You can also interact with voice alone if you want. I created an avatar for you to use but you can scan and create your own. Alfred, your services are required.” The last was the activation phrase for dad’s avatar an English butler dressed in his spotless black suit and I even added a monocle for character which it would clean when it was idle.



‘Yes Master Nicholas how can I be of service?’ it said in its impeccable English accent.



“Can you show my father how to access the internet with your help?” I said.



‘But of course Sir, Master Sebastian all you have to do is ask for a particular site to be displayed in either 2 or 3 dimensions and I will handle that task for you. Or if you wish any other program activated or other tasks I am your humble servant.’



“Well Alfred,” dad said hesitantly. “Can you find the game scores for me?”



‘Which sport Sir?’



“Baseball,” dad said.



‘National, American or both leagues Sir?’



“Both,” he said and gasped as the data hung in the air before him.



‘You can also tell me which tasks you wish done on a regular basis and I can perform them as well remind you of appointments and events such as birthdays and the like.’



“Can you access my photos and display them,” he asked and virtual manila folders appeared with locations marked on their covers.



Soon all of us were looking at all the pictures dad had taken on his business trips over the past five years. He narrated the entire experience while Alfred displayed them and before he knew it dad and his avatar had their bonding moment. After the visual guide into dad’s life away from home I could understand his love for the open road. He had seen most of Europe, much of South East Asia and was just scratching China.



“Son, you and your friends really have something here. I almost forgot that Alfred was there after a while. The speed and seamless interaction is unbelievable. When this takes off you are going to put my profit margin to shame. So tell me how this is different from other computers?”



Always the salesman and I wondered where I got my knack for beta testing from.



“The technology isn’t silicon base like all the other computers out there. It was Jesse that did the calculations and determined that at the rate of development in that market silicon will reach its maximum potential in less than ten years.”



“What does that mean exactly?” dad asked.



“It means that we are reaching the boundaries of what a silicon based chip will be capable of performing. There is only so much room it can accommodate before it runs out. Then, well then the market crashes and tech as we know it crumbles.”



“So your product fills that need then?” he asked smiling.



“Fills it and exceeds it. The cutting edge processor out there is maybe eight gigabyte. The central core processor for that tablet is one terabyte and that is the low end of what we can manufacture.”



My dad sat there in rapt silence doing the math in his head and he smiled.



“The military and government contracts you can compete for are… holy shit if they get a hold of this technology the things they could do.”



“Nope,” I said shaking my head.



“No what do you mean no,” he said. “They are the government they can do whatever they want.”



“Try,” I said. “Ask Alfred to hack our neighbor’s internet. He has the capability to.”



“Alfred, do you have the capability to get into my neighbor’s WIFI network?”



‘Oh that’s easy Sir,” Alfred responded.



“I want you to do so,” dad ordered.



‘I said I was capable Sir but it would be unethical for me to do such a thing.’



“Can you remote start my car from here?” he asked.



‘Oh yes Sir, would you like me to set the air conditioning as well it is a bit humid out tonight?’



“I take it you couldn’t unlock the neighbor’s Cadillac…”



‘Oh no Sir that would be out of the question,’ Alfred said with a stern look.



“Alfred I am showing my dad the boundaries of your moral parameters is all,” I said and the avatar smiled and took off his monocle and cleaned it.



‘Ah excellent Master Nicholas is there anything else you require of me the cricket match is on BBC and I would terribly like to watch it.’



“No I got nothing,” dad said.



‘Tsk tsk Master Sebastian, you mean you have nothing. Very well if you need anything you know how to reach me,’ he announced and with a wink the tablet went dark.



“Not sure the government is going to go for a system that won’t perform certain tasks. But it will force criminals to stick with silicon technology.” He said.



“Law enforcement can utilize a modified avatar system but it still possesses a morality subroutine. If a judge orders a wire tap the avatar can and will monitor any device the suspect possesses.” I explained.



“What about the CIA or FBI?”

“If they possess the proper authorization then they too can monitor suspects. However black ops and blatant disregard for citizens’ rights will not be tolerated or allowed.”



“They can just open it up and reprogram it,” he began and saw the smile on my face.



“Nope, the hardware and software are strictly proprietary. Any attempt to open the device or alter its programming will end with a complete and unrecoverable crash of the device.”



“What if the Feds want an avatar with a more gray moral personality?”



“Too dangerous, the software has its limitations built in to keep it from going Skynet,” I explained.



“Skynet? You mean like in the Terminator movies?”



“Yep, would you want a device with the effective I.Q. of a demigod go rogue on you?”



“Not a chance,” he shivered.



“So the moral parameters stay in place period. They will just have to work around those limitations.”



“Have you played demigod with your avatar son, I mean you had to test the limitations of the software didn’t you?”



“I think I will chose not to answer that question, could be a legal sticky point.” I said smiling.



“So what does your avatar look like?” he asked and I introduced him to Silver Surfer.



“Surfer is a prototype and not for public access when we go online. Besides the trademark costs for using him are a little too high at the moment. Later on we are going to approach companies for use of licensed intellectual property.”



“So you want to buy rights from… what Disney, Warner Brothers, and the like?”



“Either that or sell the rights to them for creation of avatars using our patented software. Then they can then turn around and sell the avatars to customers further promoting our product. Of course I could see porn stars wanting to sell their images to a certain market.”



“Good lord holographic pornos talk about a market, sex always sells!” dad said seeing dollar signs.



“We have the patent on a holographic unit the size of a coffee table for home entertainment. We are in the works for a cinema sized unit but it’s still a little twitchy.”



We talked for another hour before dad grew weak from all the excitement and mom tucked him into bed. I went up to my room and grabbed a few things and headed out the door without a word. I made my way to the park and waited and it wasn’t long before I saw Petra making her way up to our rendezvous spot. I slipped into the shadows and waited for her to pass. I stuck to the darkness and when she stopped and had her back to me I stepped up behind her.



“Arms behind your back,” I said in her ear and she complied with a smile and a wink.



Click went the handcuffs and I think I heard her cum right then and there. Then I slipped the blindfold on her and spun her around.



“On your knees and open wide,” I moaned as she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth.



I unzipped my pants and fed her my iron hard cock and she gobbled it up hungrily. I moaned as I began to pump my hips in and out of her mouth while she made love to it. I watched the whole scene with Petra on her knees, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth and fought the urge to come down her throat.



“You look so damn sexy like this,” I told her. “I can’t wait to bend you over that bench over there and fuck your tight little pussy.”



She shoved her head forward allowing my cock to pop into her throat. Petra loved to deep throat and even more than that to swallow a load of cum. I pulled out of her mouth and got her onto her feet. We walked over to the bench and she assumed the position so that I could lift her skirt up and fuck her from behind.



“Please don’t rape me mister,” she moaned. “Don’t ram that fat cock in my pussy… NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN god damn…” she groaned as I did just that and without warning slammed my hips forward burying my cock to the hilt in her soaked sex. “Don’t fuck me… please don’t slam that monster cock into my tight little pussy.” The wet slapping sound of our bodies drifted into the park and even now we could be watched from afar. “NNNNNNNNNNNN stop someone might be watching, please mister don’t cum in my pussy!”



I used her pussy juices and lubed up two fingers and eased them into her ass and felt her pussy grip me like a velvet fist just before she shook from a strong orgasm.



“Oh god Nick… that was…” Petra cried out but was cut off by a male voice.



“Nick is that you?” a voice called out and there was my old friend Jim the cop his arm still in a sling.



“Jim, hey lend a friend a hand,” I asked.



“What…” Jim stammered.



“This slut needs a cock in her mouth,” that’s all I needed to say and he was moving to stand in front of her and it wasn’t long before his cock was halfway down her throat.



“Damn she’s good does she swallow,” Jim asked.



“You bet she does,” I said and felt Petra squeeze my cock with her pussy muscles. “I bet she’d beg to have both her holes filled.”



“You think?” Jim asked.



“Let’s find out,” I said. “Sit down and I’ll have her sit on your cock you can have her ass. I’ll come in from the front and drill her pussy.”



Jim pulled out of Petra’s mouth and sat down on the bench his cock iron hard and eager for her ass. I eased out of her pussy slowly and as she turned to face me I saw the brilliant smile on Petra’s face.



“You know what to do slut,” I told her and she nodded submissively and straddle his lap and slowly lowered her ass onto his cock.



I watched as Petra worked her way down until he was hilted inside of her. I stepped up and slid into her pussy and began fucking her and heard the dual moan from Jim and Petra.



“Damn her ass is so fucking tight,” Jim moaned.



“How is that slut you love this don’t you?”



Petra purred and rode Jim’s cock slowly not wanting to rush his orgasm. She was moaning louder now and I knew she was close to coming.



“Feels like she is ready to come should we let her or make her wait,” I asked Jim.



“Oh fuck I don’t care I got my cock buried in the tightest ass I have ever fucked. Speaking of asses I’d like to fuck how is that step sister of yours? Think she’d go for me?”



“I don’t know I could ask though I don’t think she’s into anal like this dirty little whore here,” I said flexing my cock inside her pussy.



“MMMMMMMMMMM tell me about it, her ass is squeezing me like crazy. Should I cum in her ass or on her face?”



“Her ass, she doesn’t deserve having her face painted with your cum,” I said feeling Petra’s orgasm getting closer now. “Two cocks one whore… must be nice.”



“How’s that pussy feel Nick? Is it nice and tight?” Jim asked as Petra began to lift and drop now on his rock hard shaft.



“Like a fucking fist man,” I moaned.



“Ever break down and fuck your step mom yet, I’d do her in a fucking heartbeat. Now that’s the kind of woman who could fucking rock your world. All that experience and the hot body to back it up I’d be tapping that every night.”



Jim was a good looking guy and an okay cop but he’d never make detective due to the fact he is as dumb as a box of rocks. He treats his fuck buddies like shit and they love him for it.



“Maybe I’ll set you and her up and you can fuck her until dawn some night,” I said smiling down at the blindfolded woman of his dreams.



“What about your dad, what if he found out?” Jim asked panting now and his cock swelling inside of Petra’s tight little ass.



“I was joking dude, like I’d ever fuck the women in my house. Mom would kill me for fucking Kat and Kat would be way too weirded out with me ass raping her mom.”



“Really,” Jim said. “You’d ass rape your step mom?”



“Well if I was gonna tap that I’d have to ram my cock up there at least once.”



“At least once yeah… speaking of… I think I’m gonna cum soon. You ready to go dude?”



“On the count of ten,” I said and proceeded to count down from ten and on zero we both came at the same time followed a second later by Petra.



I eased out of the quivering mass of flesh formerly known as Petra and then I lifted her up and off Jim. Jim just tucked his junk into his pants, zipped up and said good night. I looked at Petra and when it was safe took off the handcuffs and her blindfold and made eye contact.



“I hope…” but her passionate kiss stole my voice and got me hard all in the same moment.



I felt her hands stroking my cock and I knew she wanted another go. She shoved me down onto the bench and repeated what had just happened except I played the part of Jim. She did all the work and fucked me with long deep thrusts of her legs and drove my cock deep into her ass and my moans and her groans merged to form a naughty harmony. She came before I did and kept riding me until I filled her ass with cum.



“Pant… wheeze… god damn girl you know how to fuck!” I praised her.



“I was afraid you were going to send him away,” Petra admitted. “When you offered him my ass I nearly fainted with joy. Since watching you and Jim tag team that bitch in the basement…’



“Glad I made the right choice,” I told her. “We better get back before Kat discovers we are gone.”



I put the handcuffs and the blindfold in my back pocket.



“What’s that?” she asked pointing to my other pocket.



“I brought some lube for a titty fucking but this was way more intense than that.”



“I owe you one,” she moaned.



“Is your ass sore,” I asked and she nodded.



“But in a good way,” Petra smiled.



“Two different guys in your ass in one night, that makes your bucket list?”



“Yep, now all I need is a four way again before I turn 40 and I’ll be half way through my list.”



“Really,” I said grinning evilly.



“You gonna help that happen lover?”



“Maybe, I know a few guys that would love you.”



“Sounds like you won’t be participating,” she said.



“Someone’s got to run the video camera. Of course your face will be covered to protect your identity but they would want a memento of the occasion.”



“MMMMMMMMMMMM I’m getting all tingly again,” Petra moaned.



“Funny thing I swear I felt like we were being watched and it wasn’t Jim,” I said as we passed Kat’s hiding place her eyes glittering with lust.



“Yeah I know what you mean that made me all the wetter,” Petra said shivering with renewed need.



“All in all a wonderful night,” I said.



An hour later I was upstairs showering off the sweat and scent of sex from my body when the shoji to my bathroom opened and a naked Kat stalked in and slid the door behind her. She wore a feral grin and strode to me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with such hunger and then without warning jumped up into my arms and I lowered her onto the erection she had inspired. I pushed her back against the wall of the shower and began to hammer my cock into her pussy.



“Fuck me Nick… slam that cock into me… just like you did mom earlier tonight in the park. I just wish there was a cock for my ass too!”



“So it was you that was watching us,” I said.



“Uh huh, watching mom ride Jim’s cock with her ass; oh my god I got so fucking wet. Then seeing you slide into her pussy and I wanted it to be me.”



“It’s your pussy I’m in now,” I moaned.



“YESSSSSSSSSSSS, you’re so fucking hard right now. Did you like me watching you Nick?”



“Yeah and you are going to love this,” I said and without missing a beat I lifted her off my cock and dropped her down impaling her ass with my hardness.



“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM,” she cried out and I managed to cover her mouth with mine and the kiss was something new something deeper as I felt her body spasm in orgasm from her impaling.



I thrust into her as hard and fast as I could and knew I was going to fill her ass with my cum. My cock pistons in and out of her like a fucking machine and her legs scissor around my waist tighter still as she anticipated my orgasm. Her whimpers became moans as she felt me swell inside of her and I never slowed as I felt the first inkling of my climax I pulled nearly all the way out and with one last savage thrust drove my cock as deep as it could go. Pulses of hot cum shot into her and she screamed into my mouth until she could scream no longer. I bent my knees and lowered us to the floor of the shower and pulled out of Kat. When I looked down at her there was no apology in my eyes only the purest sense of satisfaction her body had given me and I saw reflected in her face unwavering adoration.



“You can’t hurt me Nick, I belong to you,” she whispered in my ear.



“Well if that is the case you need to clean my cock with your mouth before I send you off to bed.”



“Okay,” she said getting onto her hands and knees with some difficulty as she was still weak from her powerful orgasm.



I stood and let her do all the work enjoying the struggle she had just to remain kneeling. She opened her mouth and I watched her tongue snake out and flicker and tease the head of my dick. Her eyes never left me as she stared up with worship as she licked me clean. Inch by inch she licked and sucked my cock until it was perfectly clean and painfully hard. I looked down and inspected my manhood and nodded.



“It’s clean you can go now,” I told her and she almost protested but lowered her eyes and I helped her to her feet.



Kat dried off in front of me and actually bent over folding at the waist to dry her toes an obvious offer of her pussy or ass again but I just smiled as I shut off the shower. She didn’t show her disappointment but I knew she wanted to feel me inside of her again. Wrapping the towel around her she left and I watched her leave knowing I had another visit before I sought my own bed. Naked and holding a towel in one hand and bottle of lube in the other I walked downstairs and was about to knock on my parent’s door when I heard the TV downstairs. I turned and headed down to the living room my cock leading the way. There was Petra lying on the couch in a sheer negligee and no panties. She looked up at me and smiled.



“You owe me one,” I said and she tugged off the silken top and was lying prone on the carpet by the time I reached her.



I inverted the bottle and drizzle lube on and between her firm tits. I stood above her as she rubbed it in until her skin shined with a glossy sheen.



“They are ready for you and so is my mouth,” she purred.



“I am going to fuck your tits and spray your chest and face,” I told her and she nodded. “I am ‘not’ going to fuck your pussy. I am ‘not’ going to fuck your ass. I am only going to fuck your tits. Got it?”



Again she nodded and I slowly lowered myself until my cock was positioned between her soft pillowy flesh.



“Push them together for me,” I said hungry to feel that delicious sensation again.



She cupped her tits and pressed them against my hardness and I began to thrust between them. I love titty fucking and I was still torn which pair I liked better. So I took a mental note to keep comparing until I decided if Kat’s or Petra’s were better. This could take a long time. My cock slid between her tits lubed up nice now and each thrust was a bit of heaven and I was moaning softly now and she had her head up and licked the head when it popped out from between them sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I took my time savoring our time together. I was a little put off with Jim showing up and I realized I didn’t like to share my toys and the girls had become that in the months since I moved back home. The hunger for pleasure overrode any guilt I had for fucking my dad’s wife at moments like this. Later on I might feel some remorse but right now she belonged to me. I thrust harder now and held my cock so that she could suckle the tip for a while then I returned to fucking her tits.



“How pretty will I be with your cum on my face lover,” she asked.



“Very, though I suspect when I arrange for all of your holes to be filled you will look perfectly radiant.”



“I hope so,” she purred. “I want you to enjoy that moment too.”



“When I direct the action controlling four people instead of just one, yes that will be a wonderful day.”



“MMMMMMM command me lover,” she growled.



“You are a sneaky one aren’t you,” I said smiling as my cock slid between her tits. “You want to feel this inside of you again don’t you?”



“You know I do,” Petra said watching my cock intently. “I love the look of it. I adore the feel of it. I crave it waking and asleep.”



“You have dreamed of me,” I asked.



“Many times,” she admitted, “on top, behind and below me.”



“Slut,” I said feeling a slight tingle at the first hint of my orgasm.



“Getting close,” she asked licking her lips in anticipation.



“MMMMMHMMMMM,” I moaned.



“You are so spoiled,” she said smiling. “Now be a good little brat and spray my tits and face!”



I thrust faster now and I heard her moan and beg now over and over. I watched intently as my cock moved between her breasts and I understood her fascination with watching now. It was like a drug and the surge of emotion doubled the moment. I reached down and grabbed her tits now and thrust harder and harder as my orgasm crashed down over me. I bit back a scream as cum pulsed from the head of my cock splattering her chin, cheeks and lips. Her eyes were closed and as the last cum flew she opened her eyes and smiling began to lick the sperm her tongue could reach. Then the naughty little minx grabbed me and rolled until she was on top of me. Without hesitation she grabbed my semi-hard cock and drove her soaked pussy down onto it.



“You fucked my tits. You sprayed my chest and face. You are not fucking my pussy. I am.”



Mayor Whately’s limo arrived at the house early the next morning and I was barely ready for my ride to the airport and my meeting with the Grandmaster. I made sure dad didn’t see who was in the limo as I slid into the back seat and we were speeding away.



“Your cheeks are quite rosy this morning did you have a fun night last night?” the Mayor asked.



I suppose that was his way of saying I had that freshly fucked look and I did. Petra and I literally fucked until dawn. Another notch on her bucket list I suppose.



“Yes I had a very enthusiastic and early morning romp you might say.”



“Excellent, you can always sleep on the jet.” He said smiling again.



“How long is the flight,” I asked.



“Seventeen hours give or take a tail wind.”



“I guess I assumed the Grandmaster lived in the states,” I said.



“Oh he lives here but he is vacationing in Hokkaido. Another enthusiastic fan of the Japanese culture,” he said.



“You told him about me?” I asked eyes narrowing in distrust.



“Only that you like Kabuki dancing,” he said. “I told you I swore my loyalty to you and I would do nothing to jeopardize that.”



“I believe you so I will tell you something and I hope you will aid me in my endeavors. Someone murdered my mother and tried to kill my dad. I suspect someone in the Order but I don’t know for sure.”



“Hmm, why the Order Master,” he asked. “Why would anyone want your father dead when you aren’t even a member what would they have to gain?”



“I don’t know that’s the problem. I guess I am grasping at straws.”



“How do you know your mother was murdered?”



“DNA testing confirmed that the brain cancer that my mother died from is the exact same strain killing my dad.”



“That is undeniable evidence but I fear your father was the target from the beginning. Think about it. First they kill his wife, your mother and then they attack him in the same manner. A clear and lethal message to be sure,” the Mayor mused.



“Business rivals? Jealous lovers? There are any number of possibilities and only that one piece of evidence.”



“Well that one piece could be the key to the entire thing Master. If you trust me with the test results I can search for other people who died of brain cancer around the same time as your mother.”



“What would that prove?”



“That she didn’t die alone. If there are other victims then perhaps your mother and father were both exposed at the same time but she succumbs much earlier than he did. Other victims mean not a plot but an act of terrorism.”

“I never thought of that. I’ll send you the information when we get back.”



For the first time in weeks I felt like something akin to hope that my mother’s killer might get caught. We arrived at an air field where a private jet waited. Mayor Whately informed me he would be tutoring me on the proper protocols when two of the Masters meet for the first time. It wasn’t a very complicated ritual but it must be observed all the same. Tradition, the whole of the Order was steeped in it and without it chaos. Three hours into the flight I could recite my part from beginning to end and the Mayor was satisfied. I on the other hand was eager to begin seeking out whether or not other people had died from the same strain of brain cancer as my mother. But without the contacts I could not access Surfer as I had chosen to leave my tablet at home for fear of it falling into the wrong hands. Not that they could access the technology or my avatar but simply knowing it existed concerned me at this point.



The armored limo was waiting for me just outside the plane when we landed. I could tell by the how low it sat to the ground that either two sumo wrestlers were sitting in the back or it was armored. The driver was a gorgeous Japanese girl who couldn’t have been any older than I was but her carefree smile masked the cold nature of her eyes and when she opened the door for me I noticed the calluses on the ridge of her left hand indicating she had martial art training. Was I being paranoid or just cautious I asked myself as we slipped into the luxurious interior of the car? I adjusted the ceremonial mask of office for the Nth time and tried to find a comfortable position but my anxiety was through the roof.



“Should I be concerned that our driver has combat training?” I asked the Mayor as the limo left the airport proper.



“She is I hadn’t noticed, I am sure she is here for our protection Sir,” he said his voice steady and unafraid.



“That sounds logical I suppose they do want me to arrive safely right?” I asked and he just smiled and nodded.



“We are all on the same side remember that,” he said and I tried to take that to heart but my gut was telling me otherwise.



I left my concerns unvoiced and kept my vigilance up and watched everything waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.



The temple complex was located high up in the hills far away from civilization. The nearest town we passed couldn’t have held more than a thousand people tops. The temple itself was an impressive sight and I guessed it dated back at least four hundred years and was beautifully maintained. The driver pulled into the courtyard and parked the limo outside the temple’s main gate and she came around and opened the door. I let the Mayor step out first then I followed as our driver walked up and opened the great wooden door and motioned for us to follow. Buddhist nuns filed passed as we entered the main chamber and there standing thirty feet tall was the smiling Buddha of Hokkaido. Its bronze skin gleamed in the slanting rays of sunlight that filter in from windows set high upon the wall. The driver stopped twenty feet from the grinning figure and bowed low before turning to greet us. Here it comes I thought but she told us in very broken English that this was our retreat from prying eyes and that the Grandmaster would be arriving at sunset to welcome me himself. Then she turned once more and led us to a door and through that into the temple proper. My room was large but sparsely decorated as fit a Buddhist monk but not necessarily the Hidden Master.



Once I was comfortable two women in pale blue kimonos arrived and each taking an arm I was silently led to a private bath and there stripped of my ceremonial robes and the clothes beneath them. I was offered a cloth mask to don while I was in the bath. They averted their eyes while I swapped one mask for the other. Then they cast off their kimonos and led me into the steaming waters that were I learned later fed by a natural hot spring. As I sat in the bath a girl took position on either side and kept me company. There was no touching or groping just a chance to soak and relax. After a half hour or so the driver appeared from the far end of the bath entering from a separate door than the one I had used and was now changed into a dark blue kimono and her hair down and flowing in the slight breeze from above.



“I do hope you are enjoying yourself Master,” she said in her accented English.



“I am enjoying the company thank you,” I replied.



“Good, I couldn’t help but overhear your comment about my martial training and wish to clarify my position in regard to your office. My name is Akira Kusanagi and I am your humble servant as is everyone here at the temple. Before the Grandmaster arrives we wish to swear our loyalty to you and the Order.”



“Does the Grandmaster know of you,” I asked smiling under the mask.



“No Sir and I am glad you are aware of our presence and our purpose. Sadly though the title of Majestrix is still vacant,” she said approaching the pool.



“I mean to remedy that soon,” I said and she smiled brilliantly.



“Then the challenge will be sent out and we may have the honor of proving our merit to you?”



“I was simply going to appoint someone but I take it that isn’t how it’s done?”



“Oh no Sir,” she said as she untied the belt and let the kimono fall to the ground, “there are tasks that must be performed.”



I stared at her nude form and she lowered her eyes as she slowly entered the water. She sat down opposite me in the bath and she could see my raging erection below the water but did nothing to ‘help’ me.



“What kinds of tasks are performed,” I asked taking my problem in hand and began stroking my cock and all three women blushed.



“The old Master called it fighting, fucking and befriending,” the girl to my left moaned.



“Yes,” the girl to my right whispered. “The first task is a martial competition to determine those best capable of defending the Hidden Master.”



“The second task is to find the woman capable of fulfilling your sexual needs. She is chosen for her desire, beauty and sexcraft,” the woman opposite me moaned still watching me stroke myself.



“Lastly, from the few that remain you must find she who will be your confidant, companion and conscience.” The girl to the left finished with her face flushed with desire and still something held all three back.



“I have a question,” I began and they all three looked at me. “Which of you will be entering the competition?”



“Oh Master, none of us will be entering the contest,” the one opposite me answered. “We are Buddhist nuns and sworn to a life of chastity and service.”



I quit touching myself immediately and began to apologize but they all pouted disappointed that I had stopped.



“I am confused,” I said as I slowly reached down and all three watched me intently as my hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock again.



“Master,” the one across said after licking her lips. “We have never seen a naked man before much less him touching such an impressive member.”



“What about your vows,” I asked.



“Technically we cannot perform or join in any sexual act. But Buddha does not forbid the watching of such an act, technically.”



“So you can’t reciprocate by doing what I do,” I asked and they shook their heads. “I hate to leave you in an excited state though.”



“I don’t understand Master,” said the girl on the right.



“If I continue with what I am doing it will get you all the more aroused will it not,” I asked standing up and sitting on the edge of the bath my erection now at eye level for the young women. “What will you do after I climax.” I said slowly stroking my length and their eyes fixed on my cock. “Will you go off to your duties afterwards?”



“No Master,” the one to the left moaned. “I will go out to the garden and relieve the burning desire with my fingers.”



“And I will go to my room and do the same.” The girl to the right groaned.



“What will you do Sister,” I asked the one across from me whose mouth was watering and I could see her shaking with need.



“I will relieve my desire here Master for I cannot wait a moment longer.” So saying she sat opposite me and lifted her left leg from the water and rested it on the tiles near the edge of the bath.



As I stroked my cock a little faster now she began to finger her soaked sex and tease her clit with the other hand. She let out soft moans as her fingers moved faster too. The other two watched intently and it was a full minute at least before their willpower was broken and they mirrored their Sister and sat on the edge with a leg out so I could easily see their pussies and joined in masturbating. I wanted to stand between the nun opposite of me and plunge my cock into her but that would be a line I could never cross. I watched each of them seeing their faces all aglow in primal lust as they pleasured themselves.



“How does it feel,” I asked them.



“Good,” the girl on the left moaned. “It feels so very good Master.”



“NNNNNNNN,” the one on the right bit her lip and nodded, “Getting close Master.”



“I want,” the one opposite me purred. “I want you inside of me but… I can’t Master I am so sorry.” She said as her eyes rolled up and she came hard her body shaking with the release of so strong an orgasm.



That seemed to set the others off and within seconds the other two came and I could tell they would have allowed me to take their virginity if I had but asked. The three slipped back into the bath and sat opposite me watching me jack off. Unable to fight the desire to come any longer I stroked my cock faster and faster and aimed the tip at the center girl’s face. With a great effort I bit back a scream as cum flew and painted all three of them as I directed the flow. This was a wet dream come true. Three Japanese girls with faces painted with my sperm. Smiling they dropped beneath the surface of the bath and washed the cum off and then they stood and pulled me into the bath. The two girls resumed their positions to the left and right of me respectively but this time pressed their bodies against me and the Sister sat opposite me and just watched me as the girls ran their hands over my body everywhere but between my legs. It didn’t take long before I was painfully hard again and still they teased me with light kisses to my neck and nipples and the third girl just watched. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the pleasures they were giving me.



“His eyes are closed go ahead,” the girl opposite me said in Japanese.



“Finally,” moaned the girl to my left also in her native language.



“I thought he would never close them now we can suck him off and you princess you can ride his huge American cock.” The girl on the right moaned.



What was going on here? First they masturbate and tease me with an easy access to any or all of their pussies. They play at being nuns but are they really? Now that my eyes are closed they are not just eager but willing to break their supposed sacred vows. I was being moved to sit on the edge of the bath again and someone pushed my knees apart and was kneeling between my legs. I felt a small gentle hand wrap around the shaft of my cock and begin to slowly stroke.



“He is so very hard princess let me get him nice and slick for you and then we can watch you consummate your position as the Majestrix.”



“I will be the one to choose that position young woman,” I said in fluent Japanese and the silence was profound. “I will allow you to suck me off and swallow my cum in lieu of a terrible punishment.”



“Your eyes are closed Master who will you punish for harsh words spoken?” It was the girl they called Princess.



I snatched and captured a fistful of the girl’s hair that knelt between my legs.



“She’ll do Princess; if you leave she earns three times the punishment. Or if she pleases me enough perhaps I will name her Majestrix?”



“Master,” the girl no longer squirmed in my lap but lowered her head and began to lick and suck now.



“You wouldn’t dare,” the Princess said with such venom her anger slipping its leash.



“Master what may I do to earn your favor?” the other girl asked and I heard the Princess swear. “I prefer the Master’s grace to his wrath Princess.”



I felt a second tongue begin to lick the shaft while the first focused her attention on the head. I heard splashing the wet smack of footsteps on the tile.



“Admitting defeat already Princess, I will assume you forfeit your chance at the title then.”



“Damn you,” she cursed. “My mother died in the title as Majestrix and it should have been mine by right upon my coming of age but the old Master denied me my legacy.”



“I can’t imagine why,” I said to her. “What at its core is the duty of that position Princess?”



“What,” she said her forward progress halted. “What do you mean?”



“MMMMMMMM that feels wonderful girls,” I moaned and then returned to my attention to the furious woman standing naked and dripping water from her firm young breasts her nipples hard from the chill in the air. “I asked you a fucking question. What at its core is the duty of the Majestrix?”



Even with eyes closed I could see her in my mind and the look of anger slipped away as she contemplated my question.



“Service, Honor and Commitment,” she said softly.



“Service to whom,” I asked.



“To the Hidden Master,” she said.



“Honor to whom,” I asked.



“Honor to the Sisterhood,” she replied a little louder.



“And commitment to what,” I said the girls stopped and were watching the exchange intently.



“Commitment to the bringing of Order out of Chaos.” The Princess said her words echoing off the walls.



“Now tell me where in those most sacred words and oaths do I or any other Master owe you a god damn thing?” my anger slipping its chain and cutting her deeply.



I heard her drop to her knees and begin to weep. I opened my eyes and the girls in the bath moved away and I smiled at them.



“You two have my favor. Not for the acts you performed but because you chose me over her.” My words cut deeper still into the kneeling Princess and her head was touching the floor and her hair covered her face and spread out like an inky cloud. “She on the other hand has much to prove if she is even allowed to compete for the title.”



“Master what do you want us to do,” they said in concert.



“You two dry off, get dressed and go to the kitchen and help prepare a meal for me I am going to be working up quite an appetite.”



“Yes Master,” and they did as they were bid.



Once the room was empty I sat back down in the bath staring at the prone form of the Princess.



“How long have you trained for this position?” I asked her.



“My entire life Master,” she said just loud enough for me to hear her.



“Tell me what skills you have,” I queried. “Consider this a job interview.”



“Master?”



“I asked you a question.”



“I am fluent in English, German, Cantonese and Mandarin.”



“Interesting, why those languages?”



“I spent years in a temple in my youth learning my fighting styles in China.”



“How many forms do you know?”



“I have mastered six separate forms Master.” She said her face still buried beneath her hair.



“What other skills do you possess Princess?”



“I have mastered the seven styles of Sexcraft Master,” she purred softly.



“Seven,” I asked my cock getting harder if that were humanly possible.



“Yes, I know how to please a man with my mouth, my breasts, my hands, my pussy, my ass, my feet and even my hair.” Her voice took on a new sensual tone to it.



“Wow that is tempting,” I said as she crawled over to me on her hands and knees her breasts swaying and her ass moving in an almost hypnotic way.



“Let me show you Master,” she moaned and entered the bath her lips on mine and her body molding to me.



I moaned in her mouth when I felt her hand slip between us and grab my cock firmly.



“It would be such a pity to waste a fine erection like this wouldn’t it Master?” she said as she began to stroke it.



“Oh god that feels so damn good,” I moaned losing myself in her touch and looking down into her jade green eyes.



Akira was sitting on the edge of the pool now doing the splits and she was guiding my cock into her pussy again. She was teasing the head with the lips of her pussy.



“Just about there Master and then paradise,” Akria purred.



“Stop,” I cried out. “For the love of god stop…”



“Stop? You want me to stop Master?” she growled in frustration.



“Just long enough for this,” I said and with an effort brought the hand with the signet ring on it to her lips. “Swear your loyalty to me and then my cock is all yours.”



“Come on Master,” she said pressing herself closer to me and the tip slipped into her. “Is now the right time for this?”



I bit my lip sending pain through me and it was enough to clear my head.



“Yes this is the perfect time for this. So either swear or get the fuck out and never come back.”



I could see her weigh her options and with a devastating smile she lowered her lips to the ring and kissed it.



“I swear my loyalty to you, the Hidden Master,” she purred then she took my index finger and slid it between her lips and began to lick and suck on it. “Now will you FUCK me?”



I responded by slamming my hips forward and burying my cock into her and with a gasp and a moan of ‘yessssss’ Akira began clenching her internal muscles as I thrust in and out of her. I leaned down and kissed her and felt a part of her melt as her hands went around my neck and her legs around my waist. There was a definite shift in the emotional dynamics and our grudge fuck quickly became making love. My thrusts slowed and time seemed to fall away as we took our pleasure one from the other. Her lips on mine, the touch of her hard nipples against my chest and of course her tight sex wrapped around me all culminated in a mind blowing orgasm that was quickly building.



“I can feel you swelling inside of me,” she purred. “Are you going to cum inside of me?”



“Should I Akira Kusanagi or whatever your name is?”



“You can’t get me pregnant if that’s what you are worried about,” she replied softly.



“Actually that was my concern, why can’t I get you pregnant?” I asked as I thrust into her faster now.



“There are ancient herbal remedies for that, now shut up and fuck me will ya!”



I smiled and soon she was bent over and I was slamming into her from behind and her grunts and growls of pleasure were echoing off the chamber walls.



“Yeah baby, fuck my pussy… harder lover… yeah like that… NNNNNNNNN fuck your cock is so damn long and thick…”



I fought my climax as long as I could but eventually it won out. I rammed my cock into her as hard and fast as I could and with a squeal of delight from her and a cry of release from me I was shooting cum deep inside of her and her pussy was squeezing me as she came at the same time.



“After tonight I can show you the seven ways I can make you beg to cum,” she purred. “But we only have time for this right now.”



“I am glad you are on my side now Akira,” I told her.



“Honey I have been on your side all along and to prove it I will have half the Sisterhood pledge their loyalty to you right now. The other half will do it after the ritual tonight.”



With an ear splitting whistle the doors behind us opened and twenty or so women filed in one by one dropped their kimono, entered the bath and kissed my ring.



“I have nothing to hide from my new Master,” each and every one of them pledged.



Then they exited the pool and the next one followed suit swearing their loyalty to me and showing off one amazing body after the other. When I glanced over at Akira she had once more taken on her more traditional Japanese persona and her fierce green eyes were gone. How did she do that? After the last girl had entered the pool and kissed the ring they formed a circle around me and I saw Akira amidst those in the circle.

“We are the Silent Shadows and we are yours to command Master,” they said in one voice.



“I will tell you what I require from you,” I said and they listened intently.



I had arrived in the early morning and all that day the prominent members of the Silver Twilight appeared either by limo, helicopter or sports car. The courtyard of the temple looked like a parking lot for a rock concert as every available spot was taken up and those members who held lesser positions parked in the nearby town. The lowest rank of the members to attend was Full Masters and the ritual was going to be overseen by the Grandmaster and me. The absence of the Hidden Master apparently had left a gap in the hierarchy that was in desperate need of filling and I could sense an almost euphoric carnival atmosphere and that helped alleviate my nerves quite a bit. Whately was like my shadow and grilled me over every nuance of the ritual and was all smiles as the appointed hour arrived.



“Knock ‘em dead kid,” he said all smiles and I wondered if it was my rising star he was happy about or his own.



I still had that nagging feeling of doubt about the man’s loyalty. My weird-shit-o-meter was still buzzing around the guy and I learned never to discount it and I was about to find out why. The procession was heralded by Taiko drummers since the hosting country was Japan and I saw among the crowd many prominent political figures from all over the world and it only now hit me just how powerful this group actually was. I was starting to feel out of my depth when we reached the dais and there in his golden robes and mask was the Grandmaster and his entourage. I stood alone and I walked the solitary path of the Hidden Master and just like in a match I triumphed or fell by my own actions but I had no intentions of failing here. The cheers from those men assemble filled the massive chamber to overflowing a wall of sound that I swam through and like one voice the crowd fell silent as I reached the bottom step of the dais.



“Who comes into the presence of the Grandmaster?” his booming voice called out to the crowd.



“A simple traveler who has seen much and walked far this day,” I replied.



“Approach stranger so that I may see you better,” the Grandmaster said.



I took three steps and stopped.



“I see that indeed you are a traveler with dust upon your cloak but look here there is wisdom in your eyes. What say you stranger to this assembled folk?”



“I say to keep clarity of purpose and see the world unclouded,” I replied.



“There is indeed wisdom in your words approach traveler so I may know you better,” he sang out to the crowd.



I took three more steps and stopped.



“Lo I see that gray is the color of your hair yet strength still lies in your stride,” he said to me.



“The earth is my strength, the wind is my soul, the flame my heart and the wave my eternal rest,” I replied with a murmur of approval from the crowd.



“Well said traveler, I feel I should know you better come closer still,” he said and moved to make room for me.



I took the last three steps and topped the dais and turned to face the crowd.



“I think that I know you brother, your identity is known to me!” he said moving to stand behind me and he lifted the ceremonial mask from my head and the crowd gasped at the clothe mask tied tightly to my face. “You are he indeed, the Hidden Master!”



The crowd went ballistic and the drums sounded and a man crossed the stage he was as ancient as the sword he bore to give to me. The second of the three swords that adorned the ring of every member here. I turned to face the Sword Master and he stopped the proper distance, dropped to one knee and offered up the sword of office to me. I saw the movement as did every member of the lodge and a hush of silence fell. It was the Grandmaster striding to take the sword and unhurried but with longer strides I beat him to the weapon. My hand settled onto the hilt before his did but it was obvious a challenge to my authority was perfectly clear for all to see. With a flourish of movement and practiced ease the scabbard of the sword found its place in my sash and I turned to face the Grandmaster almost feeling Whately’s eyes burning a hole in my back. The trap had been sprung but for who? The hooded figures appeared on the gallery that overlooked main hall black kimonos bearing the sign of the Hidden Master; my sisterhood revealing themselves as a sign of their show of loyalty to me. The Grandmaster and the assembled masters looked on as they stood silent and unspeaking and this told volumes to those who opposed me.



“Your move,” I whispered to Grandmaster.



“How? The Silent Shadows only answer to the Hidden Master and you are not him,” he fumed.



“They seem to think so,” I replied.



“Whately said…” he was backpedaling now and saw only one way to save face. “I challenge your right to assume that most prestigious position among us.” His voice rose now for the crowd’s benefit.



“As the challenged I chose trial by combat,” I said there were murmurs among the crowd as a place was made for our duel.



I stripped off my outer robe and looked up to the gallery and a single figure leapt from that height and landed nimbly and strode to stand by my side. Akira took the sword of office and would hold it until it was returned to my hands, I hoped.



“Master, the Grandmaster is a very skilled swordsman be careful and do not underestimate him,” she whispered before retreating to a corner of the dais.



Two shinai, bamboo swords used for non-lethal duels, were brought forward and we took up our weapons and walked as equals down the steps to the circular area where the conflict would be resolved. As we faced off there was a presence in the hall and everyone looked up and a figure wearing silver robes stood atop the dais and none could ever recall how he got there. It could be none other than the Eternal Master and the anger radiating from him was a clear and palpable thing. His gaze was locked on the Grandmaster and no matter who won the day things would not bode well for him I suspected. Then he looked at me and I felt a connection as profound as the Eternal Sea. I nodded and he gifted me with a nod and then I knelt and lay the shinai across my lap and closed my eyes. I calmed my breathing, then my heartbeat and at last my mind seeking out the perfect silence and finding it there waiting for me. The Sword Master approached and stood between us and he spoke solemnly to the all present.



“It has upon occasion that when a member was elevated to a higher rank that one may challenge his worthiness and the truth been learned through conflict. If the challenged won out the title was his and the one that challenged was punished for his lack of faith. If the challenged lost he would be forever tied to his lower station until a son could rise to take up the mantle and earn by honor and deed a higher place among us. However I have consulted with the Master of the Eye who keeps our most sacred history and traditions.” He paused and turned to face the Grandmaster. “But never in our long line has one of the Three challenged the right of fealty. This man kneeling humbly before us all is the Hidden Master and when he wins he will take your ring from you and your name will be Forgotten so say we all!”



“So say we all!” came the singular voice of the Silver Twilight.



“I will give you a chance to retract your challenge and save some measure of your honor,” the Sword Master said. “How say you Grandmaster?”



“I will not, he is a fraud and unworthy of the title,” the Grandmaster said.



“He has the fealty of the Silent Shadow and they do not give their bond easily and he has appointed a new head to their order completing them once again. Again I ask how say you?”



“He cannot be the Hidden Master for I know his name,” the Grandmaster said loud and clear but the Sword Master gestured and a bound and gagged Mayor Whately was brought forward and though bruised and battered was mostly unharmed.



“This traitor has broken our most sacred vow of silence and worst the Hidden Master’s trust how say you?” the Sword Master asked.



I was expecting to hear ‘death’ echo throughout the hall but instead…



“Silence,” the assembled crowd called out.



“So say you all?” the Sword Master asked.



“So say we all… so say we all… so say we all.”



The Sword Master looked to me and I nodded and Whately fought the two Silent Shadows that held him but it was useless he was too old and out of shape and they were too filled with righteous anger. He was drug away and I never saw him again though years later a skeleton was found and the coroner determined that nearly every bone in its body had been broken prior to death. The Sword Master turned to my enemy and asked him one last time.



“For the third and final time I beseech you to withdraw your claim and shame not the legacy and title of Grandmaster,” he said with genuine sorrow in his voice.



“I will not be denied,” was all the man said.



“Very well, what are your conditions for winning this duel Grandmaster?”



“Only the conscious man may win through this day,” he growled.



“How say you Hidden Master?” the Sword Master asked me.



I wanted to say something eloquent and meaningful if this was going to be my final words as Hidden Master but all that came out was…



“Eh, works for me.”



The crowd roared their approval and the Grandmaster was realizing that even if he won our duel he was going to lose the end game.



“Are you prepared Grandmaster?”



“I am,” he grinned behind his mask.



“Are you prepared Hidden Master?”



“No, I have one last task to perform first,” I said and rose to my feet and turned to face the dais and with confident strides I crossed the distance and climbed the stairs to where the Eternal Master stood.



He watched me intently and I saw his placid eyes take me in and he waited patiently for whatever I might do. I got within five feet and stood there for a long moment in silence before I spoke to him.



“It seems fate chose me to stand here today and defend the honor and title of the Hidden Master and no matter how it turns out it has been a joy to have served a greater good.”



“Fate didn’t choose you I did good luck young man,” his voice held so much power to it and I almost believed at that singular moment that I stood before the Eternal Master the man who had founded the Order.



I knelt and took his hand and kissed his ring showing my fealty and determination to win out this day. When I rose and turned to face the crowd only the Grandmaster still stood all others were kneeling before the Three Masters.



“Well played young man now finish this thing and claim your honor,” I heard the voice behind me say.



It all made sense now and I knew that I had been played for a fool and a tool. It was Whately or the Grandmaster who had murdered my mother and William Bell’s father forcing Will to give me his ring. They had played the long game in directing events that had led to this moment and it was clear to me that Whately desired the title of Grandmaster and his partner the title of Hidden Master. I was not going to let my mother and Will’s dad to have died in vain. This travesty ended here… tonight! Once back in the circle I faced the Grandmaster and I nodded to the Sword Master.



“Are you ready Sir,” he asked.



“Yes I am.”



“Assume your positions,” the words echoed in my mind and I pushed away the fear, the rage and the hunger for revenge. I pushed it all away and found the silence and it was me.



The Grandmaster struck out with a driving step of his back foot and added his body weight behind the strike but I caught his blade on mine and melted backward absorbing the energy and with a subtle shift of stance redirected it out and away forcing his body to shift to the left. I saw his immediate move to maintain his balance fearing I would take advantage of his weak side but instead I dropped and swept his feet out from under him and as he fell I rose up and brought my weapon down toward his center mass. The sound of his body striking the floor boomed throughout the massive chamber and there came a collective gasp from those assembled. A duel of this nature isn’t like anything you see out of Hollywood it is a street fight and is quick and dirty. He managed to get his weapon between the descending blade and his sternum where my strike was aimed. I pressed my advantage and fired off three quick strokes of my sword two at the chest and the last at his right knee cap. His instincts were to expect an inexperienced opponent to stay focused on one target so when my wrists twisted and I shifted for my last strike he wasn’t quick enough to stop the bone jarring force that raced through his leg and hip. ‘Crack’ went the knee and his howl of pain followed shortly after. But he was a very experienced fighter and he managed to push a counterattack and I allowed him the opportunity to gain his feet, which was a mistake. Though he favored his left leg his skill with the sword was proven as he launched a brilliant assault that targeted my upper body at multiple angles of entry. I managed to stop most of them but the feint that drew my arm up and away was enough for the cunning warrior to land a solid strike to a right rib. I felt the sickening crunch as it was either broke or fractured. I was in too much pain to know or care which and like I said quick and dirty. He glared at me gloating at his keen and well performed strikes and with horror I saw that he wasn’t limping at all and too late I realized the old fart had probably had knee replacement surgery and instead of bone the bamboo had glanced off of titanium and had done no real damage. Shit! Knowing how dire my situation was and that time was not on my side, for the longer this went on the more pain would impair my ability to fight I had to finish this and now.



“Concede now boy and I will let you hobble out of here defeated by relatively intact,” the Grandmaster taunted me as he moved in a slow circle forcing me to move and in doing so sending sickening waves of pain through my body.



I decided my only hope was to draw upon my Ki or life energy to push passed his defenses and defeat him. Ki or Chi is what martial artists use to break boards, feats of endurance and even heal. Dragon Ki is the primordial energy that is found in waterfalls and thunderstorms, it is the moving flowing elemental force that is slow to gather but once unleashed is unstoppable. That became my final gambit. So as he spoke, as he gloated and taunted I drew in from deep inside of me that primal force and let it completely engulf me. I became its vessel and to my utter amazement I felt the pain begin to ease just enough. My left foot snaked forward as I thrust straight at his chest, an amateur move and one he would be expecting. His block came as a simple parry forcing my blade to the right and I followed by stepping up with my right foot and closing the distance with him offering him my wounded right side. His eyes widened in excitement telling me he accepted my sacrifice. I felt his left fist crash into my side but this left him open to my foot sweep followed immediately by the disarming strike to his right wrist. Even as he fell his shinai spun away and my second strike fell on his skull as it bounced back up from its initial impact with the floor. As I saw his eyes roll up I allowed myself the indignity of dropping my weapon and clutching my side. Bloody froth came from my mouth as I bent over and coughed.



“Take the Hidden Master to his chambers and summon a doctor,” the Sword Master cried out as my Silent Shadows descended and whisked me away.



As I was attended to, those of the Silent Shadows that had not yet sworn fealty did so after my martial display at beating the Grandmaster. When I was deemed stable and my health no longer in jeopardy I was gingerly bathed and dressed in clean robes and brought back out for the fealty ritual. Even drugged to the nines each breath was still like a hammer in my side but I managed.



My sword of office was returned to me and I drew it out to examine the blade and saw the gleaming steel that had been hand forged for the Hidden Master alone. It was a labor of love and a work of art. I slid the blade back into darkness and set it across my lap. Normally I would be required to stand and have the procession of Masters file passed but a comfortable high back chair was provided just this once. The Eternal Master addressed the crowd and there was a great sadness carried with each and every word.



“Tonight we have lost two Masters from our ranks and to our horror it was greed and the lust for power that drove them to it. But we are redeemed by the unflinching courage and sacrifice of our Hidden Master who has proved to all that he is more than worthy to stand by my side, or sit as it happens to be.”



Much needed laughter rippled through the crowd.



“Tonight the Hidden Master will be allowed to choose the new Grandmaster from those assembled here tonight and later after some discussion the position of Temporal Master will be filled as well. While you were being treated I selected three candidates from the rank of Masters for your consideration.”



The three men stepped forward and two I recognized immediately being politicians I had seen on television but I did not know the last man at all. I looked them over and pondered over the situation and then made my decision.



“I have chosen,” I said as loud and clear as I could manage.



“Excellent,” the Eternal Master replied. “Which of these brothers will be elevated to Grandmaster?”



“I mean no disrespect to you Eternal Master or to these fine men standing before me but… I think the best person for this position is the Sword Master. How say you?”



“Interesting as he did not volunteer himself for the honor however he showed his unwavering support to you and the Order during this time of trial. Brother Sword Master what say you on this matter?”



“If the Hidden Master and you Great One feel I am worthy I will humbly accept this nomination.”



The ring of the old Grandmaster was brought forth and broken by the new Grandmaster and a gleaming unsullied ring was produced and it was my honor to slip it upon his hand.



“Welcome to the ranks of the Three brother Grandmaster,” I said.



“Welcome brother Grandmaster may you serve long and proudly,” the Eternal Master said solemnly.



Surprisingly there were no hard feelings from the three men not chosen they were the first to kiss his ring and I wondered if the burden of the office was the reason why the old Sword Master had not offered up his name. If so what had I done to that gentle old soul? Now came the long Parade of Masters and the ritual of fealty for both the new Grandmaster and me. It took all my strength to sit there and not beg off for another day. The pain in my side was terrible but finally and at last the Last Master swore his fealty and the ceremony was done. It was now acceptable for me to leave the assembly and rest.



I lay in a not unpleasant drug induced fog as the Eternal Master saw me before his departure.



“You showed true courage and commitment to the Order tonight. I can only imagine the pain you endured for the ritual and they won’t forget that. You have won over the hearts of the most powerful men in the world, how does it feel?”



I lifted up my hand and turned it this way and that seeing the queer purple aura around my fingers.



“Purple… I feel purple.” I slurred and I heard the doctor and the Eternal Master chuckle. “William… ring… ding dong… nobody’s home.”



“What did he mean by that Master?” the doctor asked.



“I suspect it’s the drugs talking just gibberish. I must leave now, take care of him old friend.”



“I will Master,” the doctor said.



William Bell, the Eternal Master, still cloaked in his mask and robes of office made his way to the waiting helicopter and the next step in his plan.

“Nick you never cease to amaze me,” he muttered to himself as he stepped into the aircraft and watched the ground fall away deep in thought.



Akira Kusanagi never left my side but even in my drugged state I could tell that something was bothering her.



“Akira what is it?” I asked and I saw the sorrow and confusion in her eyes.



“Master, I have spoken with the other sisters and they have told me some very disturbing things. I feel I may not be worthy to serve you,” she said her voice barely above a whisper and a single tear sliding down her cheek.



“Please explain,” I said offering he my hand.



“They tell me that we made love and I have no memory of it at all,” her hand clenching mine now. “Over the last week I have been having black outs and missing time. I am concerned that I am not at my best and would be a liability to you.”



“Let me ask you a question can you change your eye color,” I asked and her reaction was one of puzzlement.



“With contact lenses but not upon command,” she said and I felt I was close to something.



“What is the process by which the Majestrix is chosen?” I asked her and she smiled.



“Why Master you choose from among the Silent Shadows or any strong woman who proves her worth to you.”



“Yet in the bath you and the other two said there was a contest that must be held,” I told her and she nodded.



“Oh, that is the old way Master but that hasn’t been done in centuries,” she said thoughtfully. “Why would all three of us say that? It is a well known fact about the choosing.”



I thought back to the love play in the bath and the radical personality difference between that Akira and this one. The green eyed Akira was a very alpha based female whereas this Akira is very subservient. It is almost as if they were two different women. And then it hit me, they were two different women… somehow those three girls were influenced and manipulated but how? ‘I have always been on your side,’ she had said. This master had a hidden ally and I suspected she would surface again and soon.



“Akira?”



“Yes Master,” she said smiling.



“Did you spend time in China training for your martial training?”



“Why yes Master how did you know?”



“This is a more delicate matter, I have heard there are seven styles of sexcraft is this so?”



“Yes Master,” she said blushing.



“Akira have you been trained in those ways?” I asked and she lowered her head her hair falling over her face and she nodded.



“Would you like a demonstration Master,” the voice was Akira’s but the inflection and cadence was completely different.



“Not in the state I am in but thanks for the offer demon,” I said and Akira’s head lifted and there as proof were the green eye gleaming so brightly.



“Ah, I am discovered lover what will you do now?” she said licking her lips.



“Nothing, you have sworn your service to me. You are my play thing, my pet.” I said and saw her eyes narrow and I felt the razor’s edge I walked with this person. “But you are no demon are you. I had to meditate on this situation for me to realize what was really going on.”



“I am unmasked, revealed and humbled,” she said her voice oozing its sensual quality. “So tell me Master what am I?”



“You were sent by a mutual friend to keep an eye on me. There is only one person clever enough to engineer this whole thing and only one person smart enough to pull it off. But how they knew I was in trouble is beyond me. And how did they meet you?”



“They Master, I thought you said one person?”



“I did, one engineer namely Terry and one genius namely Jesse.”



She smiled brilliantly and I knew I had part of my answer. How the hell were they monitoring me? I didn’t have the contact lenses anymore and the tablet was back home. That was the disturbing part of all of this. Then again it’s Jesse and Terry those two had sliced Pentagon security without so much as a whisper.



“You tell those two that I owe them one and you owe me seven,” I told her.



“MMMMMMMMM technically six but who am I to argue,” she purred. “They send their love and best wishes on a swift recovery.”



Poor Akira blinked and frowned knowing it had happened again. I said nothing and wondered how long before I was released to go home. I knew they were going to be worried sick about me. I closed my eyes and focused my thoughts on healing and embracing the Dragon Ki for this very purpose and drifted away between medication and meditation.



It was the voices arguing above my bed that brought me out of my quiet place.



“I am telling you don’t say anything,” the voice was Akira’s but I suspected the hijacker was in charge at the moment.



“I must report this development to the Eternal Master,” the doctor was saying.



“Okay let’s look at this on a logical point of view… who is your patient?” she asked.



“The Hidden Master of course,” he replied.



“Did not the Eternal Master tell you to look after him?”



“Well yes,” the old man replied sensing where this was going.



“Lastly, do you think two men could have possibly pulled off what happened here at the temple?”



“What? What are you implying?”



“Just this, two men do not a conspiracy make, there are others and while he is vulnerable and his location known he is in danger.”



“What do you want me to do?” the doctor conceded to her logic.



“Say nothing. Let me place one of the Silent Shadows in his place and move him before they strike. Once he is away from this place they cannot track him. A Silent Shadow will pilot the helicopter and jet out of Japan and from there, well leave that to me.”



“What is going on?” I asked and immediately noticed that the pain in my side was gone. “What the hell?”



I lifted the sheets and the noticed that my side was yellowed from bruising but the majority of the pain was gone. I gingerly touched the area but besides some swelling and a little tenderness it was very tolerable. The Dragon Ki must have worked!



“You have remarkable healing talents doctor congratulations but we must move while this window of opportunity presents itself!” Akira said her green eyes ablaze.



“Very well you have two days before I speak to the Eternal Master,” he said solemnly and added, “good luck.”



The old man left the room and soon I was bathed, dressed in the garb of the Silent Shadows and making my way to the courtyard. The outside was vacant again as the masters had returned to their lives but I felt that keen sense of tension as we made our way to a small helicopter parked in the side garden of the temple. I felt that we weren’t going to make it and at any moment some dire threat would manifest itself and we would perish there. But the rotors reached the proper speed and we lifted off without incident and with some effort I managed to quiet my heart and breathing and we safely arrived at the airport and the waiting jet. It was a different aircraft and this time I boarded it alone. As Akira was closing the hatch I touched her arm and looked her in the eye.



“Come with me,” I asked.



“I can’t my duty is here to make sure you are safe and gone from this place. If the fates are kind we will see each other soon once the conspiracy is revealed.”



“Don’t take any unnecessary chances,” I told her.



“I won’t now buckle up and enjoy the ride,” she said as the hatch closed and she waved the pilot on.



I looked out my window and waved to her and as she smiled and waved there came a loud crack and Akira’s head snapped forward and I knew that she was dead before she hit the ground. The sniper’s bullet was a kill shot and I knew that she and the others had sacrificed themselves for me and it would be avenged. The plane accelerated and sped away from the murder scene and I had seventeen long hours to plot my revenge. Someone was going to pay for this and in blood!



How did Jesse, Terry and Morrigan meet up? That was my question. Were they monitoring my avatar somehow and learned of her and employed her to help me and watch out for me? Was she my guardian angel and is that why I kept hearing her voice from time to time? It was her green eyes I saw when I looked at Akira just before she died had Morrigan died as well? I hoped not I had grown quite fond of her and the loss of an innocent like Akira was just plain criminal. I was stuck on this plane and even now they could be plotting to shoot this aircraft down. I looked out the window and saw the ocean not a hundred feet below us and knew we were below radar level so they couldn’t track us that way. How long had we been this low? Did they believe we ditched in the ocean? I needed to play it very cautiously when I got home and plan out my long term game with the Silver Twilight if the Hidden Master was going to survive. I decided to leave my dad in the dark he was still recuperating from the bone marrow transplant and there was no connection from him to me unless… unless Whately told others besides the Grandmaster about me. Damn this was going to be the longest flight of my life!



“Should we make him wait?” a low muffled voice said.



“I don’t know he seems distressed,” said a different voice equally muffled.



“I just wish this cushion wasn’t on my head and I could see what’s going on,” said the first voice.



“Let us out…” giggled the second voice.



“What… the… fuck…” I said walking over to the other side of the cabin and saw the distinct glow from under one of the seats.



I lifted up the cushion and whoosh up sprung the holographic images of Jesse and Terry projected from what appeared to be a wristwatch. I picked up the watched and put it on and smiled at my friends despite the dire situation.



“We are sorry about Akira but we are glad you are safe,” Terry said.



“Yes safe,” added Jesse all smiles.



“So what’s the plan?” I asked and they explained how I was going to reenter the country unannounced and under the radar literally. “Works for me and that will give me time to secure my position while everything is in flux.”



“Exactly,” Terry said.



“Great plan how did you come up with it,” I asked and they grinned.



“We thought what would Nick do?” Jesse grinned. “It’s smoke and mirror time.”



“So a watch huh,” I commented on the new gadget they had developed.



“Seemed like a logical step in things. Nice and portable with most of the bells and whistles including a dear old friend of yours,” Terry explained.



Surfer sprung into existence above me and seemed genuinely glad to see me.



‘Milord, it is good to see you fully functional.’



“I missed you too Surfer,” I replied and he returned my smile. “New upgrade I should know about guys?”



“Yeah his emotion emulator has been calibrated to close to human norm and appears to be stable.” Jesse said.



“We are pushing his reactions to see how well he functions as a learning, feeling intelligence.” Terry added.



“Surfer how do you feel,” I asked and he appeared to stop and think for a moment.



‘I feel relieved to know that you are okay.’



“I still miss the contacts though,” I said and they looked each other and grinned. “Let me guess you have a pair of new and improved done… in the works?”



“The new set is close to being finished,” Jesse said.



“Great I can’t wait,” I said smiling and eager with anticipation.



“We have to go, tons of things to do. Take care of yourself Nick and we will talk real soon.” Terry said as him and Jesse faded away but Surfer remained.



‘Milord,’ he said sitting on his surfboard now feet dangling in the air so childlike.



“Access the tablet and make sure the family is alright,” I said my first concern being them.



‘They are fine Milord I just left the Lady Kat and all is well.’



“What is she doing with my tablet?”



‘I believe it is called shopping…’



I arrived home two days later via a cab I had called from the wharf where the shrimp boat had dropped me off. With only my wallet, my new watch and the clothes on my back it was an awkward homecoming. I walked in the front door and went upstairs immediately to get out of the clothes that reeked of fish funk and took a long ass shower. It took what seemed like forever to get the stink off my skin and the clothes would be thrown out or burned. When I had rinsed my hair for the third time there stood Petra and she looked absolutely pissed. Then she ran into my arms despite the clothes she was wearing and greeted me with a soul wrenching kiss before slapping me hard across the face.



“Where the hell have you been?” tears streamed down her cheeks as she stripped out of her soaked clothes and embraced me again her naked form pressing against mine.



Our lips met again and her tongue invaded my mouth and her hands grabbed my hardness and she lifted her leg up and over my shoulder allowing me to fuck her standing up. I moved my hips slowly and our kiss deepened as we made love. Her first orgasm nearly forced her crashing to the floor of the shower. Her second climax was while she was on her knees and me behind her pounding away at her eager sex. Her third and final body shaking orgasm was on my bed with her legs over my shoulders and me hammering away at her pussy from above her. I only came once but that’s all I needed. The long build up in the shower and then on my bed was in a word epic! I fell on top of her with my cock still buried deep in her and it was then and there that I related my harrowing escape from Japan.



“So that was your plane that crashed the other night,” she asked enjoying the feel of my weight on top of her.



“Yeah but the bodies and flight itinerary belonged to someone else and they were already dead before they left Japan and I had nothing to do with their deaths.”



“I know you’d never kill anyone in cold blood Nick,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re home safe and sound.”



“Me too,” I said.



Reluctantly we disentangled ourselves and I decided upon a long hot bath and Petra was off to the store to buy fixings for a welcome home meal. As I soaked in the hot water I looked at my right side and saw that the bruising was barely a memory and there was hardly any discoloration at all. I wasn’t going to worry about anything until tomorrow today belonged to me and my family.



It was the last week of August and we all went to dad’s doctor appointment for his latest check up and the test results from earlier in the month had finally come back and I wondered what had taken so long? We were about to find out that very thing today.



“Sebastian how are you feeling today,” Doctor Cartwright asked with a brilliant smile on his lips.



“Great, besides some insomnia I have never felt better,” dad said and mom gave his thigh a little squeeze.



Despite doctor’s orders the two had been sharing a bed again every night for the last week. From the sounds of it dad was back to his old self and then some.



“Well we sent your tests out a few weeks back and well we had to double check the results just to be sure,” the doctor said as we all held our breath and he took out the films they had taken and he pointed out the areas where the brain cancer had been and we all squinted to see… nothing. “There is no sign of the cancer in any part of your body. We checked for certain proteins that are markers for cancer in other organs and the same result you are in complete remission.”



There were shouts and tears and kisses and all seemed well with the universe. After a celebratory dinner we returned home to find my little UPS girl waiting for us.



“I have a special delivery for Nick Shaw,” she said holding up an envelope.



Both Kat and Mom smiled and dad eyed her up and down before stepping past her and into the house.



“Long time no see,” I said taking the tablet and signing for the letter.



“Sorry, real life has been crazy,” she said as she handed me my delivery.



“Well if you need an escape sometime,” I left the rest unsaid and to her imagination.



“Aren’t you going to open it,” she asked raising an eyebrow. “I was told to wait until you got home so it must be important.”



“Well since you put it that way,” I said tugging on the cardboard tab and pulling the strip away and hearing something jingle I tipped the contents into the palm of my hand which consisted of a set of keys with an ornate keychain and a folded piece of paper.



The keychain appeared to be made of a dull gray metal and the design was a rearing dolphin on a compass on the one side and on the other two crossed tridents with the name ‘Numenor’ over them. I automatically slipped the keys into my pocket and opened the piece of paper and it was two sets of numbers.



“Those look like GPS coordinates Nick,” she said and I nodded staring at the unsigned note, not understanding but curious as hell. “Road trip,” I asked her but she shook her head and sighed.



“I still have three hours on the clock take a rain check?”



“Anytime, got to break the news to the family,” I said sad to see her go.



I stepped into the house and my family stood there and stared at me and I held up the keys and the paper.



“Road trip,” I asked and everyone broke into a smile even my dad.



There was bustling and packing of drinks and snacks and trips to the bathroom and in less than fifteen minutes we were on the road. We took Kat’s mustang and dad drove while I road shotgun with the girls in the back. The coordinates were plugged in and it looked like we had a drive of only a half hour, now I was doubly curious. The muscle car glided along the road and I could tell something was bothering my dad so I did something I never would have in the past, I asked him.



“Okay what’s bothering you old man,” I asked smiling.



“Old man eh? It’s the car, my health, hell everything,” he said obviously shaken.



“Don’t you like the Rolls,” I asked and he smiled and nodded.



“Nick, do you know how few of those cars still exist and to have one just given to you well something’s not right.”



“I think Mayor Whately gave me the car so it could come into your possession indirectly. He seemed very fond of you and maybe didn’t want your buddies at the lodge getting jealous.” I said hating to have to lie to my dad but I had no choice.



“He mentioned the lodge?”



“Only in passing, he said that you had worked very hard for a long time to get where you were. I told him no, my workaholic dad bust his hump not a chance.”



“Have you heard from Whately recently?” my dad asked and I shook my head. “Nobody has. It seems he left for a big to do meeting with the lodges higher ups and never returned.”



“He wasn’t in that plane crash a couple weeks back was he?” I asked.



“I think they identified that as Stephen Blaskow, a pretty well placed business man out of Boston.”



“Oh okay,” I said and shrugged. “It’s just all the weirdness that has been going on lately with Whately missing and the Governor too. What’s next an alien invasion?”



“Funny you should mention the Governor…” dad began but an electronic voice interrupted him.



‘You have arrived at your destination,’ Chimed the navigation system.



We all stared out the windows at the scene before us. We were at the edge of the Arkham docks which are located south and west of famed Miskatonic University.



“What the hell?” I said expressing everyone’s general confusion.



“Well, what do we do now,” Kat chimed in from the back seat.



“Just drive around honey and see if something jumps out,” mom offered to my dad.



“Might as well since we are here,” he grumbled and the car entered the chaotic environment that was the docks. Arkham possessed the third largest warehouse district in the state and the tenth on the Eastern seaboard. In a word it was huge! So it was a good five minutes before the security vehicle caught up to us and waved us to a stop. But it wasn’t the guard that approached the car but a stunning Japanese woman in her late twenties dressed to impress and get any male’s attention. I rolled down the window as she bent down to speak to us.



“Would you be Nicholas Shaw and family,” she asked in her heavily accented Japanese.

“We are, “I replied fluently in Japanese and the relief on her face was clearly evident.



“Thank you Shaw-san I am Sora Kobayashi and I am here to take you to the Numenor.” She explained.



“What exactly is the Numenor,” I asked and she smiled wickedly.



“That dear Nicholas-san is a surprise but the helicopter is fueled and ready,” she said pointing where we could safely park our car.



“Helicopter,” I exclaimed which was picked up by the others. “Park over there dad we are traveling in style.”



We were parked and walking over to a quieter part of the docks where the large helicopter stood waiting. The props began to spin slowly and we were ushered aboard and once we were safely belted in and the pilot was ready we left the ground with a slight stomach lurching motion. We turned and headed straight out for open sea. We watched the dock slip into the distance and the coastline joined it as we made excellent speed for our destination. I was thinking that maybe we were heading out to meet a cruise ship and was only half wrong. It was a ship but not of the commercial variety it was a yacht and though it looked tiny at first sight it grew and grew until I realized this helicopter could easily land one of the two helipads atop the monster. We did a flyby and along one side in silvery script on the dark gray exterior were written ‘Numenor’. The ship was all lines and elegance from the side and looked fast even at anchor. From the top it had a rounded almost organic form and I could only guess on how much some company spent having it built.



“So what’s the significance of the name,” I asked Sora.



“It is the name of the company that built it,” she replied.



“I thought as much, so what are we doing here?”



“You are among select few the company has invited on the maiden voyage of this fine vessel.”



“How many guests,” I asked.



“I don’t have an exact amount but around two hundred.”



It was times like this I missed having the contact lenses and we had left the tablet with our car parked at the dock. The skilled pilot landed us with barely a bump and we were soon walking down the ladder from the helipad to be greeted by the captain himself. He was a handsome man in his late forties of what appeared to be Greek decent and he shook each of our hands as we approached. As he and I clasped hands there came a flash in my head of our captain wearing a toga and half naked slave girls feeding him as he lounged comfortably. Me and my imagination… though I could think of two girls who could feed me grapes all night long.



“You must be Nikolas,” he said giving my hand an extra squeeze and I nodded as I returned the handshake. “You have a firm grip for an American.”



“Yeah it’s from a life of combat and sword play,” I told him thinking of the many hours in the dojo.



“Perhaps you’d honor me in a match some day,” he said eyes glittering with challenge and again the flash in my head and this time the captain was in the garb of a Roman Legionnaire and covered in blood from head to toe.



“Hmm a samurai versus a centurion that would be interesting,” I said good naturedly but the look of shock on his face was so unbecoming my harmless joke.



He recovered and let go my hand and I followed my family as Sora led us to our cabins. We were two decks down and near the center of the ship. She opened the first cabin and we stepped into what could have been the penthouse at a five star hotel. It had a living room, a master bath and a huge bedroom.



“I guess Kat and I can each take a sofa,” I started to say and Sora just smiled and crooked her finger to the next cabin down and it was as nice as the first. “This is for us?” I asked meaning Kat and me and Sora nodded. “Excellent.”



“Sweet,” Kat said launching herself onto the bed and let out a low moan as she landed on its luxurious covers.



“I will be staying aboard in case you want a full tour of the Numenor,” Sora asked before opening the closets which were fully stocked with clothing both casual and black tie.



“I was about to say I have nothing to wear for anything real nice but these oh my god,” Kat purred checking out the designer dresses.



“If you need anything dial 3 and I will be here in a flash,” and then she was gone.



The doors to the cabin had barely shut before they were opened again and three men in ships livery appeared and dropped off food and drink on the living room table. Two of them left immediately but the third tipped his hat and sat down and began eating.



“Nice spread huh,” William Bell said with a grin.



“You,” I cried out pointing before launching myself at him.



We hugged and Kat just stood and stared clueless as to how I knew the cabin boy.



“Kat this is William one of my best friends who has a shit load of explaining to do.”



“Kat, she’s hotter than you told me Nick. Okay I have tons to explain but first a tour of the Numenor and as we walk we can talk.”



He donned his cap and we left the cabin and headed further down the hall away from mom and dad’s cabin. I knew they were going to be busy for an hour at least testing out the bed and room service so we had time to kill. We started at the top of the ship and worked our way down deck by deck until we reached the engine room and the power plant that looked remarkably like the generator hooked up to the crystal growth chamber back at the house. I looked at the Will and he just smiled.



“What better way to advertise our product than have it hooked up to a cutting edge super yacht,” he said with a flourish of his arms.



“So… explain,” I said deadly serious now. “What the fuck in going on Will, my seizures, the coma spill it.”



“Hardware/Software glitch,” he began. “The AIM program somehow migrated into the optical interface for the contacts and when it detected a foreign program, your mind, it went into defense mode.”



“So when Moira showed up and told me my mind was being rewritten…”



“She made it, I wasn’t sure that would work or not.” He admitted.



“What would have happened if the process had been completed?”



“You would have had the opportunity to relive your entire life all over again from a blank slate.”



“I take it you corrected the problem,” Kat spoke up at this point in the conversation.



“Yeah, we taught it human minds were simply another system and not to initiate any hostile action until a threat was detected.”



“Now that is cleared up what the fuck was in the energy drink,” I said walking towards him and he held up his hands in surrender and I stopped before I was in striking distance but barely.



“It was ninety eight percent energy drink that is on the market and two percent gene therapy,” he said wincing.



“What kind of gene therapy Will? What did you do to me? I haven’t slept in months I have to meditate to keep from going bat shit.”



“You never get tired, never get sick, can fuck for hours and hours,” he said smiling and Kat despite herself smiled. “You dog you! I knew you were banging her!”



“Don’t change the subject what was in that drink?” I said glancing over at Kat and narrowing my eyes but she just licked her lips and smiled.



“How about I show you,” Will said reaching over for a small plastic box about nine inches long, four inches wide and three deep.



He opened the box and extracted a wicked looking scalpel and extended his hand.



“Give me your hand Nick, I promise it won’t hurt.”



Sheepishly I offered him my hand and he cut a small incision on my thumb and barely had the scalpel passed through the skin that it closed up. Then he handed me the scalpel and I cut a little deeper and there was a single drop of blood but when I licked the wound it had already closed.



“Tell me this isn’t your handiwork,” I asked him.



“I wish; no it was one of Terry and Jerome’s pleasant accidents. They were checking the extent that BORG could infiltrate non-network systems. They sliced a government satellite and perused the systems being maintained at a research facility. Once in the facility they found a secure system not physically attached to the mainframe and successfully examined it and found some interesting information.”



“Let me guess some sort of super soldier serum?” I asked but he shook his head.



“No, it’s a life extension program with some interesting side effects. Key members of the government have already been given the treatment with great success. So they managed to use the robotic indexing system and procured what remained of the sample, downloaded the rest of the drive and wiped it once the sample was safely shipped to a secure location. Jesse wanted the data and schematics located in the facility, Terry wanted the project shut down and was the one who initiated the wipe and I was the one who decided you were the perfect man for the serum. By the way I received this in the mail yesterday it was addressed to me but the note inside said it was for you.”



He walked over to a box sitting on one of the engines and handed it to me. I began to open it and Will shook his head and we continued on with our tour.



“Tonight is a black tie gathering of the corporate elite and you Nick get to pitch our new computer system and power plant,” Will said smiling.



“How the hell am I supposed to demonstrate our product without…?” I began to rant and he just waved me off.



“Everything should be in your cabin by now and oh by the way,” he said reaching into his pocket and tossing me a small box. “There’s your replacement.”



I looked down and it was a contact lens box and when I looked at it I knew I made ‘that’ face and William patted me on the back.



“Trust me Nick I would never do anything to hurt you or your family. Besides check out the Las Vegas article on the new tablet on your bed. Consider it an act of faith on my part and a long deserved reprieve for your mom and Kat here.”



He never said another word as we made our way back up to the cabin and he simply kept walking as Kat and I opened our cabin door and stepped inside.



“What did he mean an act of faith?” Kat asked.



“I don’t know,” I said as I set down Jesse’s box and grabbed the tablet from off the bed.



I fired up the computer and found the file marked Las Vegas on the desktop and opened it. It was a video file about a brutal murder of a prostitute that they were calling it gang violence. It wasn’t until they showed the victim that Kat and I gasped because the resemblance to Petra Shaw was uncanny and we both knew what had happened. This poor woman had been used as bait and the Iron Rain had bitten and hard. An innocent woman had been brutally murdered so that Petra and Kat could breathe easy for a very long time.



“We never mention this,” I said.



“Ever,” Kat agreed.



The file was deleted but we both knew that we would remember this for a very long time to come. I touched my right side and now had my answer. It hadn’t been the Dragon Ki I had called on that had healed me but this government developed gene therapy that Will had spiked the energy drinks with. Is that why my DNA had been altered? What was the extent of its effects? I needed to get in touch with Jesse and see those files.



Kat walked over to the cardboard box on the couch and smiled.



“Yes you can open it,” I told her glad for a distraction.



I plopped down on the carpet next to her and using her nails opened the box with feline precision. She opened the flaps and pulled out the packing material and lifted out the heavy metallic pyramid inside. It wasn’t a traditional pyramid because the base had only three corners. It was a beautiful thing created of some queer non-reflective black metal which I was guessing the product of industrial espionage on BORG’s part. Jesse loved a puzzle and no more so than putting things together that normally would never have been considered. When Kat held the pyramid to the light you could see its surface was covered with a design of row after row of interlocking triangles starting at the ‘capstone’ and moving down from there. I opened the box with the contacts and slipped them into my eyes and found I missed their presence more that I was willing to admit. I squinted and the surface of the pyramid yielded another clue. Each of the small triangles had a number in each corner. This was some sort of cyber-puzzle box but hell if I knew what to make of it.



“What do you see?” Kat asked and I smiled and had her put the pyramid down and drug her off to the bathroom.



I took out the contacts and cleaned them with the well stocked medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I offered her one lens then the other then I guided her in their use.



“Holy shit,” she exclaimed and I knew she was hooked.



“You like them,” I asked and she nodded vigorously. “Good they’re yours.”



“Oh no Nick I can’t accept a gift like this,” she said reaching to take them out.



“Please, they might save your life someday and that would let me sleep a whole lot easier.”



“Since you put it that way I accept.”



“There’s one catch, you tell no one ever not even mom.”



“Okay, if that’s what you want Nick I trust you,” she said snuggling up against me.



“Now let me show you how to call up Surfer and then you can create your own avatar.”



“Sweet, so what do I do?”



“To wake up that avatar you say ‘to me my herald’, it’s out of the comic,” I said almost blushing. “And he should appear in the center of your line of sight.”



“To me my herald,” Kat said and frowned. “How long does it take?”



“He should just appear instantly,” I said. “He is programmed to respond to that.”



‘Milord?’ I heard the solemn voice behind me and when I turned there he hovered in all his gleaming glory.



“Surfer? Um Kat?” I said and she turned and smiled.



“Oh there he is,” she said and then did a double take. “You can see him too?”



“Yeah, but the contacts aren’t in my eyes how can I see him?”



‘Milord is there a problem?’



“How can I still see you when I no longer have the contact lenses?” I asked my avatar.



He stretched out his hand and a silvery white light bathed me and he smiled.



‘Lord Nicholas you still possess the power cosmic it has just been altered is all.’



“Power Cosmic,” Kat asked.



“That’s what I called the optical interface, in other words the contact lenses.”



“What does he mean altered,” she asked looking him over. “He’s kind of cute.”



‘Milady the lenses as you call them have been assimilated into Lord Nick’s organic mainframe.’



“Come again,” I said feeling sick to my stomach.



‘To keep you from shutting down the Lady Moira activated the lenses secondary bonding process.’



“Secondary bonding, what’s the primary bonding?” Kat asked.



‘The primary bonding happened Lady Kat when the lenses were put on for the first time and they bonded directly onto your cornea and are now a part of your eye.’



Kat became unglued and began clawing at her eyes when I grabbed and held her to keep her from hurting herself. The Surfer observed all of this and simply shook his head.



‘Lady Kat I am sorry you were not properly briefed on the nature of the power cosmic. Shall I try and remove them there is only a 25 percent chance of permanent damage to your vision?’



“Fuck No!” she hollered and I placed my hand over her mouth to quiet her.



“Kat relax please just shut them off and just forget they are there okay,” I suggested.



“Forget? How the hell am I supposed to forget I have them on,” she asked.



“Can you feel them,” I asked knowing I never could.



“Well no,” she said calming a bit.



“How about we run through what they can do and you might like them,” I suggested.



“Okay,” she said so quietly I almost missed it.



A half hour later she was surfing the net and shopping online and out was the fear and in was the cool factor I had experienced. I cracked open the champagne and poured two glasses and tried to relax.



‘Milord, I have identified the device on the table,’ Surfer said out of the blue.



“Um Surfer I didn’t ask you to identify that device why did you do that?”



‘I am programmed if I remain idle for too long to seek some mundane task to occupy myself.’



“Okay what is the device on the table? Some sort of puzzle box?”



‘As you like to say Sir Yes and No,’ he said smiling.



“Please explain Surfer,” my curiosity roused to the fullest.



‘The object is a tetrahedron or a four sided pyramid. Unlike the traditional pyramid having a square base and four triangular sides this has only the four triangular sides.’



“I can see that, do you think it has any bearing on its function?”



‘Unknown, Lord Jesse’s mind is a very complex thing and being my creator I can only take the facts at hand into my calculations.’



“Fair enough please continue,” I said knowing exactly what Surfer meant; Jesse’s I.Q. was off the charts and though he was scary smart he often found simple social interactions difficult at best to perform.



‘The surface of the device is a combination lock of sorts and the pyramid fits only one known configuration and energy signature, a holographic storage device.’



“Are you saying Jesse built a Holocron,” I asked in disbelief.



‘For a lack of a better term… yes Milord.’ Surfer said after the briefest of pauses as he accessed the term.



I knew that Jesse loved all things science fiction from Doctor Who to Star Wars and in this case it was a reference to an interactive library of the creator’s life experience. The interface was a hologram of the person who had crafted the device to teach those who followed behind the wisdom and skills that they had collected in their lives. Why would Jesse make something like this and what information did it contain?



“Can you decipher the combination,” I asked and he immediately shook his head.



‘The time required to attempt every combination borders on longer than human civilization has been in existence.’



“Whoa that long eh? Any suggestions,” I asked defeated.



‘I am thinking that a more human touch is required Sir you know Lord Jesse well, perhaps there is a series of numbers that he might have used that you are aware of.’



“Jesse liked puzzles but he also liked illusions the kind stage magicians use,” I said thinking out loud.



‘So you think some sort of misdirection is involved Sir?’



“Exactly, the numbers are an illusion the key to opening the pyramid is something else and in plain sight,” I said smiling now. “Surfer you are brilliant.”



‘Sir is too kind,’ he said smiling.



I began to wonder how it came into Will’s possession if it were meant to me and how long he had time to examine it. Why had Will spiked my drink? Was I lab rat or something else? There were a lot of unanswered questions and I would get them in time. But first to take a closer look at the tetrahedron as Surfer called it. But before I could examine the pyramid there came a knock at the door.



“Coming,” I said rising to my feet and Kat turned to face the door.



I opened the door and Sora Kobayashi stood there and informed us we had a little over an hour to get ready for the ‘event’ and then she turned and headed to the next cabin where I heard her knock on that door as well.



“Well we better get ready,” I said and Kat was standing and smiling began to undress as she moved towards the bathroom and our mutual shower. I picked up her clothes and piled them in a corner and quickly joined her.



I stepped into the falling water and let out a soft moan as the hot water caressed my skin.



“If you think that feels good,” Kat said dropping to her knees and began making love to my cock.



I let out a louder deeper moan and the sex starved woman began to allow more and more of my hard flesh down her throat. I mean sex starved because it had been more than one day since we had fucked. I loved the feel of her tongue as it swirled over the head of my cock now and her fist stroking and squeezing the shaft. We both knew he were limited on time so she stood without a word and turned around and bent over offering me her pussy for pounding. As I slid deep into her tight pussy I eased two fingers into her ass and pleasured both holes as we made love. We moved slowly savoring every thrust of my hips because with mom and dad next door we didn’t know how long until the next time we would have alone.

Next morning Sally woke up first. She went to the bathroom and locked the door before getting undressed and slipping into the shower. She stood there with her head leaning back allowing the warm flow to cascade over her body, washing off all of the sex she had enjoyed yesterday.



As she soaped up her body she could not stop her mind floating back to her encounters on her wedding day. All three made her feel horny all over again. As the washing reached her waist she gently lowered the fingers of her left hand down to her soapy pussy. She began to gently play with her lips. As they got rapidly fuller she slipped a couple of fingers inside and started to strum her clitoris. The other hand was rubbing her breasts. She lost herself in self pleasure for she did not know how long but she could feel herself approaching orgasm and her handwork got more urgent, more penetrating. The closer she got the faster her fingers worked. Suddenly her muscles began to twitch and she got that most delightful of internal explosions that only a woman in orgasm can experience. She forgot herself and let out a moan or two.



‘Everything okay in there hon?’ came a voice from the bedroom.



‘Err, yes, I, err, I just stubbed my toe. I’m okay’ she stuttered, quickly collecting herself. Her shower finished, she dried herself and got dressed into her jogging gear. Sally always went for a jog in the morning. This morning her plans were very different.



‘Just going for a jog my love’ she whispered as she leant over and kissed him before walking out of the room.



There was a knock on the door. Dave grumbled to himself ‘Who the fuck is that at this time of the morning?’ He was very hung over, he was not used to partying so hard these days so finishing at three in the morning was alien to him. He dragged himself out of bed, hair dishevelled, dressed only in white pair of boxers. He opened the door slightly, keeping it on its little chain, and squinted through the gap. There before him was a vision in Lycra. Sally wore a tiny vest top and what could only be described as jogging hot pants, all very pink. He was instantly hard, so much flesh on show this time of the morning. He smiled.



‘Do you want to come for a jog?’ she laughed.



‘What do you think?’ he grinned.



‘Oh well, how about my first married blowjob?’



‘I think I could manage that.’ The door opened and she walked in. She did not even wait for him to finish closing the door before she whipped down his boxers. Dave just about managed to get the door closed before Sally had his rock in her mouth. She immediately started to deep throat his length, sucking vigorously. After a couple of minutes she eased off and started to play her tongue around his tip whilst massaging his balls with her right hand and grabbing his hairy ass with the left. Dave’s mind was blown, her technique was amazing. Now she was licking up and down the shaft, still working the balls and ass. Dave put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, relishing every single second.



Sally moved her head lower so that she could take his balls in her welcoming mouth. She gently sucked on them whilst rubbing his shaft with both hands, building up pace. Her head comes back up, his cock slips back into her mouth and she started bobbing her head back and forth. Dave suddenly springs into action as he grows closer to orgasm. He grabs her head and starts pumping her face. He gets closer, he gets faster and faster. He is so into this he really started fucking her face hard. Oblivious that he is really quite hurting her mouth as he rams his cock fast and hard into it he continues to get faster and harder until he shoots his white strings of sex into her. Sally almost chokes on his first big load but she just manages to control herself as he pumps his cum down her throat. It feels to Dave like more cum than he has done in one go for as long as he can remember.



Once finished, Sally leans her head back and shows Dave all of the cum in her mouth. Feeling slutty she plays it around her moth with her tongue before swallowing it all. ‘See you when we get back from the honeymoon.’ She gave him a naughty wink and left. She did actually go for jog so that she would appear a bit sweaty when she got back to her room.



The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. They had breakfast in the hotel before packing up their luggage and heading to the airport. Gus spent a couple of hours at the bar whilst Sally spent some time shopping. They caught their flight and landed five hours later in Gran Canaria. The hotel they were booked into was really plush and luxurious. If you can’t have a bit of five star luxury on your honeymoon then when can you? However, they were both really tired when they got to the hotel so they just grabbed a quick bite to eat before retiring for the night. As she slipped gradually into sleep Sally knew she had to find someone to seduce tomorrow. She had every intention of having a very full sex life for the next week.



Next morning they awoke, got showered and dressed and headed for the pool. Sally took in the opulence of their surroundings on the way; everything was marble and drapes. They had four pool areas to choose from. Sally led them to the largest pool, an oval shaped one with about two hundred sun loungers around it. They picked one with a big parasol next to it; the sun was already high and it was getting hot. Sally and Gus laid their towels on the thick cushions of their loungers and Gus lay down. Sally stood for a while a surveyed the scene. There were a lot of couples their already. There were a lot of gorgeous people but they were all couples. She began to wonder how she was going to manage to get the experiences she so desired without causing a scene and Gus finding out. However, all she wanted to do for the next few hours was sunbath, read and chat to Gus. So she slipped off her pink sarong to reveal her bright pink bikini. Gus, and a quite a few other guys, had a good long look. Sally looked incredible. She had been applying layers of fake tan for weeks before the honeymoon and she was beautifully bronzed, this was only exaggerated by the brightness of her hot pink bikini. On top of that her curves were enough to make any man horny. Sally loved her curves and so had never tried to lose weight. She kept fit and did quite a bit of exercise but never with the intention of losing weight and risk losing her curves, she loved her size 12 body. She also loved food and drink.



Sally laid down on her unbelievably comfortable lounger. She was on her back with her head raised slightly so she could observe the scene and people-watch through her designer sunglasses. In this position, Gus could not help but glance at her big round tits every few seconds, they really were stunning. He felt a stirring in his Speedos and so had to force himself to look away to save himself the embarrassment of a massive erection in those tiny Speedos. They spent the rest of the morning there soaking up the sun, chatting and sipping cocktails. They were both in heaven.



At lunch time Gus headed to one of the restaurants to secure a table whilst Sally went off to the spa to book herself a treatment for the afternoon. She arrived in reception and was immediately hit by jasmine fragrances and a wave of heat. ‘Good morning, can I help you?’ came a sweet voice with a heavy Spanish accent from behind the desk.



‘I want to book a treatment for later today.’



‘Our spa menu is here. Please sit down and browse through and let me know when you have chosen.’ Sally took the brochure and sat down flicking through it. ‘Can I get you a drink whilst you choose your treatment?’



‘Oh no thanks. I will have one waiting for me in the restaurant. Anyway I have chosen what I want. I think I want a full body massage.’



‘Oooh lovely. They are very popular, very relaxing. Now, let me have a look.’ The spa assistant looked through the computer booking system. ‘Okay, the only appointment we have free today is at four thirty, would that be okay?’



‘Yes, that would be great.’



‘Now that will be with our male therapist, is that okay?’



‘Is he hot?’ Sally laughed.



‘I am sorry madam, I do not understand.’ The assistant had a puzzled look on her face. This made Sally flush a little with embarrassment, made worse by the sour-faced looks she also received from a couple of older ladies who were waiting in a queue behind her.



‘Oh nothing. Yes, a man would be fine.’



Sally finished her booking and then went to have lunch with Gus. She was beginning to fantasise a little about the potential for extras with her massage.



Sally and Gus shared a lovely romantic lunch of shellfish and champagne. She was quite tipsy by the time they got back to their sun loungers. She was beginning to get very horny. The drink had loosened her up and she was imagining what might happen during her massage all the time. By the time that four fifteen arrived she was a little drunk, they had continued on the champagne all afternoon, and she was quite damp inside her bikini briefs. She made her way to the spa.



She was greeted by a well muscled blonde Adonis. He introduced himself as Mig and led her to a treatment room.



‘Hello Sally. I will be giving you a full body massage today. Is there any area you want me to concentrate on?’



Sally was now very horny. ‘My thighs could do with some work and maybe my butt.’



‘Okay Sally. I will leave the room now. If you would like to get undressed and get under the towel face down I will be back in a few minutes.’



‘Do I remove all of my clothes?’ Sally really was trying to be naughty.



‘You do not need to madam. You can leave our underwear on. Whatever you feel comfortable in.’



‘I think I will take it all off.’



There was no reaction, just ‘Okay madam I will be back in a minute.’ Mig left the room. Sally removed her sarong and slipped off her bikini. She then positioned herself beneath the towel on the massage table.



Mig came back in and repositioned the towel so that her back was exposed. He dripped some scented oil on her and began working her back with very warm hands. Sally was instantly relaxed. He worked wonders. She was not a stressful person but he worked away what little muscle tension she had. She was really quite turned on by her nakedness and Mig rubbing his hands over her body. He replaced the towel over her back and exposed a leg. He began rubbing it. He got higher and higher up her thigh. She could feel herself getting wet. She was sure she could smell her own sex slightly. Mig must be able to smell it too. She parted her legs a little more to try and give him a little unexpected treat. However, Mig did not bat and eyelid. He simply positioned himself so that he could not see anything and manipulated her legs back together.



To Sally’s disappointment Mig was completely professional. There was no hint of sexual interest. By the end of the hour Sally was frustrated and a little annoyed. Frustrated that she did not get what she hoped for and annoyed that she had been so silly to assume that he would risk getting fired for her. She thanked him, tipped him well and went to the ladies changerooms.



Sally was so incredibly horny when she got there. The frustration just heightened her desire. So she locked herself in a cubicle, got naked and began to rub her fingers gently over her wetness. It felt good. She almost instantly lost herself in her own world of self-pleasure. Her rubbing got faster and a little harder. She rubbed her clit between two fingers and then slipped those fingers inside herself, finger fucking herself before pinching her clit again. She was getting close, she could feel it building inside her when she suddenly saw a head above the cubicle wall. She stopped, tried to cover herself. ‘Errr sorry, err….’



‘Don’t stop for me.’ The face was pretty, very pretty and her voice was sweet as honey. ‘That looks like fun. Do you want me to help finish you off?’



Sally was dumb-struck. She just stared at the beautiful face above her. She has ceased trying to cover herself and was fully exposed to this beauty.



‘So gorgeous, shall I come in there or what?’



Sally still said nothing but she unlocked the cubicle. This would not be her first lesbian encounter but it was the first for many years.



The girl walked in and locked the cubicle. She was a skinny, almost model type. She wore jeans and a tight vest top. Sally could see her erect nipples through it. She was stunning.



The girl pushed Sally against the wall and kissed her. Gently at first. A lot of quick pecks on the lips, with a little bit of tongue play. The kissing got steadily deeper as her hands started to explore Sally’s body. The girl ran her finger around her nipples before pinching them softly then hard, causing Sally to gasp. All the while their tongues played with each other.



A hand found its way to Sally’s big round ass. It squeezed it, the girl marvelling at the softness and fullness of it. Then the hand made its way in between her buttocks and a finger toyed with Sally’s anus. Sally was shivering with pleasure. This was amazing. Sally was doing nothing in return other than kissing. Her hands were limp by her side as she was consumed by he own pleasure and this mystery girl seemed happy with that.



Finally the hand made its way to Sally’s pussy. By now it was soaked. Without warning four fingers were plunged deeply inside. The hard kissing was matched by the hard finger fucking. Sally felt full and very aroused. She was fast approaching orgasm. It was building like some unstoppable force deep inside her. The hand pulled out and started to flick her clitoris. Sally’s breathing quickened and shallowed. Then she exploded and even let out a little scream as her body convulsed and she came all over this girl’s hand. She shuddered uncontrollably as her clit was flicked over and over again. This girl obviously knew how to make other girls cum hard.



When Sally eventually calmed down. The girl pulled her fingers out of Sally and licked them seductively, tasting Sally’s moisture. Then she ran her fingers round Sally’s lips so that she could taste herself before holding her face with both hands and kissing her softly. The girl said ‘You really need to meet my husband. He will blow your mind, baby.’



‘I would love to’ Sally replied eagerly.



The girl looked at Sally’s wedding ring and said ‘Maybe bring your hubby along and we can all have a party.’



‘Oh no, he does not get to have sex’ Sally smirked wickedly. ‘He just doesn’t know that yet.’



‘Okay, no sex for hubby but you come and have fun with us tomorrow afternoon. Hubby will never know what he has been missing. In fact we should all have dinner together. Me, my husband, you and your very own cuck.’



‘As long as you are discreet. We are on honeymoon and he must not find out.’



‘Oh don’t you worry about us. See you at nine?’



‘See you then….Oh, what are your names?’



‘I’m Ruth and my man is Doug’



‘Hi Ruth’ Sally smirked ‘I am Sally and my cuck is Gus.’



When she saw Gus she kissed him. He gave her a strange look. Sally’s face smelled a little funny. He had no idea that she had just made love to a strange girl who had then rubbed Sally’s own juices on Sally’s face whilst she kissed her. She told him about dinner plans. He was a little disappointed as he had really wanted Sally all to himself. He did not say anything though as she obviously liked this girl she met and he wanted her to enjoy herself.



Sally suggested that they head to the bar for a few drinks before they got ready for the evening. She had mocktails whilst she made sure that Gus had potent cocktails. By the time it got to seven Gus was very tipsy. Sally led him back to their room where she fixed him another drink. This time she also fixed herself one but she did not touch it. Gus was happy. He was married to the stunning girl of his dreams, he was on holiday and he was drinking during the day (which always made him feel a bit naughty).



Sally got herself ready. As always she looked stunning in her short tight dress. She wore no bra and panties so she avoided any unsightly lines. Her dress simply clung to he figure, showing every curve. A vision in orange. Gus had helped himself to another couple of drinks whilst Sally was getting ready. Sally knew that he had long since past the point where he could rationally decide whether or not to continue. He was at the point where the only choice that made any sense to his drunk mind was to have another drink. This suited Sally perfectly. If she could get Gus in such a state that he would pass out then she could spend some quality time with Ruth and Doug without Gus knowing.



They walked to the restaurant, or Sally walked and Gus staggered. Ruth and Doug were already at the bar. They did their introductions and Doug looked Sally up and down ‘Wow, you are stunning. You’re a lucky man Gus.’ He smirked at Sally wickedly and grabbed Gus roughly around the shoulders. After yet another round of drinks Doug led them to a booth. The tables were high with high stools beneath them. Doug positioned Gus and Sally opposite each other next to the wall. Then Ruth sat next to Gus and he sat very close to Sally. They began to chat and browse through their menus.



After a few minutes the waiter came over to take their order. This was the moment that Doug chose to place his hand on Sally’s thigh. She was a bit shocked and worried that someone would see but it was obvious that Gus could not so she went with it. His touch sent tingles all through her body. The four of them chatted about work, the hotel and the weather weather. Gus was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up as he was getting very drunk. He did not notice that he was the only one drinking alcohol. He also did not notice that under the table Doug’s hand was working its way up Sally’s left thigh. He was easing her dress up and was drawing little circles with his fingers on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her dampening pussy. The public nature of Doug’s violation was really turning Sally on. Ruth smiled at her knowingly.



Suddenly Doug’s fingers found Sally’s moistness and began to massage her inflamed lips. She could hardly stand it. It was such a struggle to keep her pleasure hidden, but she must. Doug did not even stop when the waiters periodically came and went with food and empty dishes. His fingers played with Sally, slowly bringing her to climax. This felt so naughty, so dirty. To be cheating on Gus right in front of his eyes and yet for him to still be oblivious. This is what she wanted.



As desert was delivered by the waiter Doug’s fingerwork got more concentrated on her clitoris and her climax got closer and closer. That familiar wonderful feeling emanating from quim was starting. She worked so hard to not scream or moan too loudly. The restaurant was packed. She had ceased worrying about Gus, he was almost passed out. Doug increased his pace and Sally gasped hard as her body shook a little. The feeling was intense, heightened deliciously by the public setting. As her climax waned she knew she had to have Doug inside her tonight.



As they got up to leave, Sally could feel her wetness down her thighs. ‘I’ll take Gus back to your room, you two go and start and I’ll come and join you’ Doug ordered the girls. All the way back to Ruth and Doug’s room they were like two giddy schoolgirls. They were excited and were being very naughty. When the entered the room Ruth immediately slipped off her little dress. The was the first time Sally had seen her naked and she was stunning. Tall, slim, small but perfect breasts and surprisingly curvy give her slightness. She was very bronzed. Sally whipped off her own dress and walked over to Ruth. The two girls kissed with a vital urgency, as if they could not wait to go further. It was deep and hard. Tongues practically down each other’s throats. Their bodies pressed hard against each other.

Roberta smiled inwardly with self satisfaction. Mister Johansson’s roughness had bordered on “rude” by House Standards, but it was allowable by the fact that the only other guest that could have been disturbed has been similarly occupied. And yet she had still performed properly and diligently. She had not even audibly gagged.



Gathering the silver serving tray, Roberta made a quiet escape back down the hallway and through the concealed panel back to the kitchen area. Placing the tray on a counter top, she used a nearby towel to tamp her lips and chin dry of what little saliva and cum had leaked from her mouth.



She examined herself in the wall mirror by the panel door and saw no traces on her uniform. She quickly ran a brush through her short red hair, understanding now why it would be kept short. If her hair had been longer it would have been mussed and she would have needed to take the time to fix it before returning to the floor.



Roberta felt the cuff on her right arm pulse alternatively tight and loose. She walked to the nearest wall screen and placed her finger into the activation cup. The screen came to life revealing Miss Spangler in her office. Miss Spangler had been assigned to mentor her through her first day as a full pupil.



“Ah, Miss Davis. Just wanted to remind you to take care of yourself and use the appropriate kit between services,” Miss Spangler smiled. “You’re likely to be particularly busy these first few weeks. The members have been waiting for you to take the apron off.”



“Yes, Miss Spangler,” Roberta returned the smile. “Thank you for reminding me.”



The screen faded. One corner of the room had three small open stalls. Each stall had a small touchscreen. Roberta entered a code onto one and stepped forward, placing her feet on the circles that lit up on the stall’s floor. There was a quiet hum as the stall scanned her. A panel slid open and a device slid forward at head level. The device looked like a very thin, flexible dildo on the end of an adjustable arm. The device stopped three to four inches from her mouth.



Roberta reached out and held the oral kit by the handle grip projecting from the the side. She pulled the device forward, guiding the last few inches into her mouth. She adjusted the arm slightly tipping her chin up. Roberta took a deep, calm breath and guided the thin phallus into her throat until her chin touched the base. The motion was smooth, but fairly quick.



Pressing the button on the grip, she felt the oral kit’s phallus swell. Roberta felt a small volume of lukewarm liquid in her mouth and she knew that it was permeating out through the walls of the kit’s phallus to coat her mouth and throat with a healing and lubricating fluid to a depth of ten inches. She knew from her training that the fluid would naturally follow gravity down to coat the rest of her esophagus as well.



She released the button and the phallus shrunk. She pulled it back out with a smooth motion and took a breath. There was a slightly sweet taste left in her mouth and she felt warm inside.



The House’s alchemists had quickly formulated the correct elixirs for her body’s chemistry and taken the few days necessary to properly adjust them to insure that she would always he in optimal health, optimally lubricated and slightly aroused. It was subtle. The arousal was not enough to be stressful, but enough – particularly when combined with the hypnotic conditioning – that she would enjoy just about any of the services requested of her.



As Roberta stepped from the stall, the kit retracted and disappeared behind a sliding panel.



For the next while she brought guests various morning beverages and snacks as they passed through on their way out. Several smiled at her on their way past. A few paused long enough to reach up under the hem of her uniform and appreciatively feel the supple flesh it concealed. A few made quiet, suggestively flattering comments.



“Thank you, Sir,” she would reply with a warm smile.



“Miss Davis, would you come here please?” one guest finally requested.



He was a middle aged gentleman, perhaps late in his first century, with salt and pepper hair. He was standing by two other gentlemen about the same age, she estimated, in a small alcove secluded by tall plants. All three wore long casual robes.



Roberta approached them and curtsied.



“Yes, Sir?” She asked.



“If you would be so kind,” he instructed, “as to bend over the arm of that lounger?”



“Of course, Sir,” Roberta replied with an obedient, but warm, smile.



She approached the dark green velveted lounger from the side and bent forward, placing her hands on the arm for support. As she leaned forward, she felt the hem of her uniform rise past the top of her boots. She could feel the warm sunlight on her upper thighs.



Roberta kept her eyes forward. Through the plants she could see Miss Jefferson in another alcove waiting for her services to be requested.



A hand pulled her dress up the last few inches and threw it up over her back. The sunlight coming through the glass felt good on her exposed bottom.



The men behind her commented on the shape and quality of her bottom. Hands stroked and lightly grabbed the curves of her cheeks and thighs. She felt a finger part the moist lips of her pussy. Another hand pulled lightly at one her cheeks, spreading it just enough to expose her back gate. Then, for a moment, the hands were gone.



She heard fabric being adjusted and a gentleman’s hand wrapped around the outside of her thigh. The head of rigid cock rubbed into the groove of her pussy.



“Miss Jefferson,” She heard another of them summon, “would you be so kind as to bring us some black tea?”



Roberta’s eyes were still straight ahead, as was appropriate unless instructed otherwise. He took his time sliding the full length of his cock into her, which was not in the least an unwelcome sensation. Roberta let her eyes shut half way and allowed herself to enjoy the thick cock slowly thrusting into her.



Her conditioning was having the designed effects. Roberta felt her pussy grow hot and wet almost immediately. She tried to focus on her breathing and control. She knew that was allowed to orgasm, she just wasn’t allowed to lose control or make more than a minimum amount of noise.



Roberta felt his groin pressed against her cheeks as he bottomed out. The gentleman entering her commented in an unfamiliar language, she assumed to his companions, and began to fuck her with a torturously slow sensuality that Roberta had never experienced.



One of the other men sat in a nearby chair while the third sat down on the lounger in front of Roberta. With one hand, he reached out and cupped her chin gently. He locked her eyes with hers and smiled. Roberta’s face was flush and she felt hot. The third gentleman kept smiling as his eyes wandered over her face. He brushed his hands up the side of her face and into her short, red hair.



Roberta bit her lip lightly, trying to control her breathing. The hand brushed back down the side of her face to her cheek and traced halfway to her lips. Roberta’s lips parted invitingly. The third gentleman slid two fingers past her lips and onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around his fingers and suckled.



The gentleman behind her began to pick up the pace. Every time he bottomed out in her now inflamed pussy, her body would lurch forward just an inch or two and the fingers in her mouth would be thrust in and out. Roberta quickly found herself wishing the third gentleman would use her mouth as the gentleman behind her used her pussy.



But it was not to be. Miss Jefferson returned with the requested tea and the third gentleman removed his fingers and turned his attention to the tea that was brought for them.



Roberta became aware that the gentleman thrusting into her from behind was approaching his finish. She would be left hanging. But, she reminded herself, her role here was simply to serve.



The two gentlemen sitting sipped their tea and watched her with brief comments back and forth in whatever language it was that they were using when she heard the gentleman behind her begin to gasp quietly. She bit her lip and took deep breaths as pumped cum into her. His orgasm stretched out for what seemed like forever. She felt his cum leaking down her thighs.



When he pulled out Roberta was only the briefest touch from her own orgasm. She heard him adjust his robes.



She heard his voice from behind her, “Thank you, Miss Davis. That was delightful.”



Roberta attempted to control her voice as she replied, “Thank you, Sir.”



But she had not been dismissed, so she held her position. Her body trembled in defiance of her will. She saw him sit down and pick up his tea, smiling with a satisfied sigh. Not another look or thought spent was on her. She had served his wishes and now his pleasure was slicking her thighs and dripping toward the top of her boots.



“Miss Jefferson,” the third gentleman summoned.



“Yes, Sir,” Miss Jefferson responded quickly.



“Clean Miss Davis,” the third gentleman instructed, “so that I might take a ride myself.”



“Yes, Sir,” Miss Jefferson replied.



Roberta’s eyes were still straight ahead, unavoidably looking at the third gentleman. The three gentlemen sipped their tea and ignored her. Roberta’s body was aflame.



Miss Jefferson moved quickly to the kitchen and in only the briefest, most frustrating of eternities returned with a small steam tray. Out of the corner of her eye, Roberta saw her take a small hot towel from the tray. She felt the heat and moisture as Miss Jefferson slowly cleaned her thighs, careful to avoid touching her pussy with the towel. It felt wonderful and also helped ground Roberta, calming her lust to a small degree.



Miss Jefferson placed the used towel to the steam tray and knelt behind Roberta. She could feel her hands run up the inside of either thigh and Roberta prepared herself. She would be allowed to orgasm, but she had to maintain propriety and control.



Miss Jefferson used her mouth to gently cover Roberta’s tender pussy. Roberta felt her lust peaking quickly. The three gentlemen looked on in amusement. She felt Miss Jefferson suck lightly and her head began to swim. Miss Jefferson sent her tongue into Roberta to seek out any of the first man’s ejaculate – to clean her for reuse – and Roberta felt herself explode.



Her vision blurred and doubled as she tried to maintain composure. Her knees wanted to buckle. A cry of wanton joy desperately wanted to escape. Roberta dropped her head onto the velveted arm of the lounger so that it might aid her in stifling the sobbing explosion that sought to burst forth.



Miss Jefferson was quick about it. When she was satisfied that Roberta’s pussy was clean enough for the third gentleman to use, she used a second hot towel to press gently against Roberta’s inflamed cunt. As Roberta regained control, Miss Jefferson stood and used the same towel to tamp her own face clean and returned it to the steam tray.



The third gentleman stood and opened his robe so that this cock sprung out pointing at Roberta’s head. He took the side of her head gently and encouraged to angle toward him. Roberta had never wanted a cock in her mouth as much as she wanted this cock in her mouth right now.



Her lips parted in a silent plea for him to use her mouth, and he placed the head of his cock just inside her bottom lip.



“Suck,” was all said and all that he need to say.



Roberta slid herself forward enough to take him into her mouth. She played her lips and tongue around the head of his cock and let her mouth fill with saliva. She pushed herself forward slowly, quietly slurping and sucking. She pushed forward more still. She urged the head of his cock past the back of her mouth and into her well lubricated throat. Her face disappeared under his parted robes and her nose was pressed against his abdomen.



Roberta used her training to spasm her throat. It made her gag quietly, but she also knew from her training that it caused every muscle in her mouth and throat to undulate and stroke against his cock.



The third gentleman let a breath out. She felt his hands on her head as he withdrew. When her mouth was empty she almost whimpered. He moved around behind her. She kept her eyes straight ahead and could see Miss Jefferson bringing the steam tray back to the kitchen.



She felt his cock part the swollen lips of her pussy and slide in. Roberta felt him lean forward and reach around her. One hand was on the lounger arm next to her head and the other grabbed at one her breasts through the skintight uniform.



Roberta’s lust was rising again.



He rode her like this for just a few minutes before standing and withdrawing. He grabbed her shoulder. She followed his lead up, around and down to her knees.



She needed no encouragement. Roberta reached up and used her hands and mouth together. His fingertips rested on her shoulders. She took her hand away and fucked her own throat with his cock until she felt him reaching his peak.



She pulled back and used one hand and her mouth to jack his cock until she heard him stifle a cry. Cum flooded into her mouth quickly. Roberta swallowed it all as she slowed her motions. When she felt that he had finished his orgasm, she buried his cock in her face and again caused her throat to undulate. He shook and gripped her head gently.



And then he withdrew and fixed his robes.



“Thank you, Sir,” she said obediently.



As he returned to his tea, she knelt there. They had still not dismissed her.



“Miss Davis, back up on the arm please,” the second gentleman said without looking at her.



“Yes, Sir”, she answered and quickly assumed the desired position.



The second gentleman walked around behind her. She felt him pull one her cheeks aside and felt the nozzle of a lubricating gun against her back door. Roberta’s ass had been prepared with a light lubricant earlier in the day, but she was glad to feel him push the nozzle in and release the contents.



She felt him place the head of his cock against her third hole and press slowly in.



During training, Roberta had not been sure if she would enjoy anal sex or not but she quickly discovered that she enjoyed it immensely if the cock was not too large.



The second gentleman was just the right size. Even so, she bit her lip in discomfort. Roberta had found that while she liked that initial discomfort and pain, it would disappear quickly and be replaced with a strange and pleasurable sensation.



But she would not enjoy this as she had thought she might. While the other two gentlemen had at least treated her as an object of desire, there was no gentleness with this one. He asked for no use of her training or skill. He did not waste any time and he thrust in to please himself. Her ass was just something to jerk himself off with.



Roberta had never felt so dirty. It was one thing to be trained for this. That had been almost like a masturbation fantasy. But the second gentleman was simply fucking her ass while she had to remain quiet, still and obedient.



He sped up and slowed down. She had hoped that he would at least be quick, but he was taking his time. The discomfort never went away. It never transformed into the wonderful sensation of having her ass fucked adoringly. She was just a set of holes to thrust a cock into.



Roberta tried to hide her discomfort, but she knew she was grimacing and wincing. She took long, deep breaths and tried to use the techniques she had begun to learn to transform this experience, but to no avail.



A fourth gentleman appeared. Roberta heard the second gentleman say something and the fourth respond. The fourth gentleman walked to Roberta’s head and began to undo his trousers. Once his cock was free, and growing before her eyes, he placed his hands on either side of Roberta’s head. She opened her mouth obediently.



Out of the corner of her eye, Roberta became aware of Miss Grey.



The second gentleman paused his assault while the fourth slid himself into Roberta’s mouth. They hung there for a moment. Roberta felt someone moving under her and a small hand on her cunt. She was surprised to find that even now she was physically aroused. She felt who she assumed was Miss Grey easily slip one finger into her surprisingly wet cunt while a thumb began to massage her clitoris.



The fourth gentleman spoke, “The room is empty but for us. Feel free to whimper and moan. He hurts you, I know. That is what turns me on.”



Roberta felt both gentlemen slowly thrust themselves in at the same time.



“I love the sound,” the fourth and continued, “of a beautiful woman suffering. And even more when my cock is in her obedient mouth.”



Emotions were beginning to overwhelm Roberta’s training.



“A month is not nearly enough time to train for this,” she thought to herself. “I am not ready for this.”



Both gentlemen bottomed out at same time. Roberta’s hands came up as she gagged on the fourth gentleman’s cock. The fourth and second gentleman worked together to put both of her hands behind her back where the second gentleman held them. Now he was using her own arms to pull himself in and out of her ass.



Roberta felt her uniform open from her navel to the bottom of her collar and separate just an inch or so. Miss Grey had triggered the intelligent fabric of her uniform to open where only she could see it. She felt Miss Grey’s lips on her belly. Roberta remembered how kind Miss Grey was during her training. She felt her clit being stimulated inside and out by Miss Grey’s skillful administrations.



The second and fourth gentlemen worked together, thrusting in and out of Roberta mercilessly in time. Roberta let herself whimper around the fourth gentleman’s cock, hoping that her suffering would bring him to release sooner.



All the while the gentlemen roughly used Roberta’s ass and throat, drinking in her painful obedience, Miss Grey was below. Roberta put her attention there, on Miss Grey’s loving attention. Her cunt grew hot again and her lust returned in full. The pain and discomfort turned to pleasure and even though Roberta could hear herself through a disassociated fog whimpering and felt tears running down her face to mingle with the drool being plunged out of her mouth and throat by the fourth gentleman’s rude cock she felt an orgasm building.



Miss Grey traced a finger and seams opened and closed on her uniform. Her lips found a nipple, firm. Her breast free to hang from the uniform.



There was commotion and Roberta was suddenly empty. The second gentleman pulled out of her ass so abruptly she could barely stifle a scream of pain. But none of that was real. Only Miss Grey was real. There was noise somewhere off in the distance, but all Roberta knew was that Miss Grey had gently pulled her down to the floor.



Miss Grey’s lips pressed her own. Somewhere in her mind she was aware that reality had turned somewhere but she did not care. Her own hands were on Miss Grey. Their tongues tangled wetly.



Miss Grey said something and both of their uniforms came apart and fell to the floor. Roberta pressed her thigh up between Miss Grey’s thighs and she felt Miss Grey respond in kind. Miss Grey’s face was as flush as her own.



Together, they spun until they were spooning inverted. Roberta rested her cheek on Miss Grey’s thigh and ran her hands across her pussy. Miss Grey moaned. Roberta couldn’t believe how good she smelled and felt. Instinctively, without thought, they each lowered their mouths to each others steaming cunts.



Roberta had never even kissed a woman before and here she was with her mouth passionately buried in Miss Grey’s pussy while Miss Grey ate Roberta’s pussy in return. Both were lost to each other, mindless to the world.



Miss Grey began to shudder and buck against Roberta’s mouth. Roberta tasted Miss Grey begin to cum and went over the top herself. Her senses were full of Miss Grey’s divinity. The taste of her, the smell of her, the sounds of her orgasm muffled by her own cunt and drowned out by her own screaming orgasm.

Betty couldn’t remember the first time anyone called her Princess. Her father had never called her anything else. She could, however, remember the first time her little girl’s mind made the association between the character on the theater screen and what she had always been called.



“Daddy if I’m a Princess how come we don’t live in a castle like that?”



He hugged me and asked, “Have you ever seen a castle, Darling? Not one in the movies or on TV, I mean a real one?”



She shook her head. “No, never.”



“Well that’s the problem! There are more Princesses then there are castles. To make it even worse, almost all the castles were built in Europe which is very far away. Princess, if only they had built more castles around here, then I’m sure you’d have been picked as an official Princess.”



When she started going to school she quickly learned the simple truth that attitude is everything. As long as she acted like a Princess and was kind to most of her subjects then she got treated like one. When she got a little older and went to middle school everything started to fall into place as her body started to fill out. She’d always had a pretty face, long blonde hair and a well rounded bottom, but as her chest began to grow she began to realize the value of boys. As long as she controlled the most popular and athletic boys, everyone else fell into line; and her body kept growing.



In seventh grade she had a big fight with her mother because she insisted that she needed to buy larger cup bras but her mother said that she didn’t need them yet. They finally agreed that as soon as she was in eighth grade she could move up to C cups but by the time they were out shopping for back to school clothes she finally was forced to admit that Betty needed to skip C cups and move on to Ds.



High school was rough, though. Betty’s school and two others wound up in the town’s single consolidated George W. Obama High School and it turned out there were three princesses in the same school. For the first time she had to compete to extend her domain. She was considering having sex with Robbie Carter so she could solidify her control over the school quarterback but changed her mind reasoning that her cherry was something she could hold out to several popular boys as a possibility but the moment she gave it to one, she lost that power. Besides, there were still several things she could do for Robbie without losing her virginity and all the boys told her she was good at them.



Then came U.N.L.V.



It was a completely new kingdom and they were all entering on more or less equal ground. She said more or less because even the crowd with 20/400 vision could tell she had an edge. She was an eighteen-year-old fox with a killer chest, an ass which attracted more than its share of pats, long wavy hair, a cover girl face and a dusky voice.



She remained active in gymnastics, registered for the Drama club and wrote Haiku. Her roommate, Becca Lindner, was involved in cheerleading but Betty hadn’t been interested. She was studying on her bed when Becca burst into the room.



We have a late admission!”



“What are you talking about Becca?”



“Norm Kincaid worked out some sort of deal and is matriculating here this year. His agent announced that he turned down some movie contract so he could finish his education and he wants to play hoops here.”



Betty’s eyes were the size of saucers. “Oh My God! This is perfect. Twenty bucks says he’ll be following my ass around like a puppy by the end of this semester.”



“No bets but you have competition, I just saw him on the quad talking with Jessica Lewis.” Betty just smiled. She had known Jessica for five years and knew she’d represent no competition.



The next day Betty was feeling rather smug. Not only was it a beautiful day but she’d been sitting on the steps of the library for the last forty five minutes chatting with the school’s new celebrity. Norm had been having a hard time keeping his eyes off her chest which suited her just fine. “You know, Norm, Saturday after next the alumni have taken over the ballroom for a dinner dance and a select few of us active in student affairs have been given tickets. You’re new here and if you’d like I’d be happy to take you and introduce you to many of the ‘right’ people.”



Norm lifted his hand and gently stroked the back of his fingers down her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. “Thanks a lot Betty but Jessica Lewis already asked me and I said yes. I wish I’d known you then ’cause I can see you’d probably be a lot of fun to spend an evening with.” This time those same fingers began gently stroking the side of her right breast. Betty was more than a little shocked by such forward behavior, especially in public like this, but she had set out to capture his attention so she didn’t make a fuss. She still reached out and removed his hand from her chest and brought it up to kiss those fingertips. Betty looked up and saw those eyes gazing deeply into hers and for some reason she couldn’t quite comprehend instead of kissing them she began slowly sucking his index and middle finger into her mouth.



From the window in the south reading room Jessica had been steadily watching as the melodrama unfolded before her. She felt fairly confident of her relationship with Norm but she realized how vulnerable she was to the Princess’ sexuality. She decided on a dangerous course of action and dialed Norm’s cell.



“Norm honey please don’t let on that it’s me you’re talking to. I’d like you to do me a favor and temporarily excuse yourself and meet me in the south reading room. Tell Betty you’re just using the men’s and that you’ll be back in a second… Thanks Sweety.”



Norm excused himself from Betty and went into the library. Jessica flowed into his arms and kissed him deeply. As the kiss broke she began. “Honey ever since you asked me to that Alpha Chi Rho party tonight I’ve felt guilty about turning you down. The only thing is we both know everyone’s just drinking to get drunk and it’s going to get completely out of control.



I’ll be completely honest. I was more than a little frightened about getting pawed by a bunch of your frat brothers and I was even more frightened that if it did get out of control I could never look you in the eye without thinking I’d somehow betrayed you.”



Norm kissed her again. “I already told you that I understood, sweetheart. I appreciate your feelings and never want to put you in a position that scares you.” He held her close and she pressed herself against him.



Jessica continued, “But I still felt guilty!” She thrust her tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply before continuing. “Then when I looked out the window and saw you talking to Betty an idea hit me which could work out great for everyone…” she pulled back a little so she could look him in the eye. “But my idea’s a bit naughty.” She smiled.



Norm laughed. “Now what’s going on in that devious mind of yours?”



Jess adopted a little pout on her face. “I’m not being devious one little bit. I just hate denying you anything. Now I’ve known Betty since middle school and I’ve always thought of her as being a very dear friend but I’ve always been a little scared of her wild side. She had a bit of a reputation when it came to boys. I’ll just bet that if I asked her to go with you she’d be totally excited about the idea of a big party where she was the center of attention. As long as your brothers treated her like a princess I can assure you that they’ll have a really good time; I won’t feel guilty and next weekend after the affaire at the Golf Club we could duck away to my Dad’s cabin on the lake and I’d make sure it’d be your turn to have a really good time.”



Five minutes later Jess came down the steps of the Library. “Hey guys!” She gave Norm a quick peck on the cheek and held Betty in a big hug. As she kissed Betty’s cheek she asked Norm, “Can I steal Betty for a second?”



Jess squeezed Betty’s hand. “I can’t believe my luck in running into you just now ’cause I wanted to ask you a huge favor. I’ve been seeing Norm lately and was supposed to go to this party tonight with him.”



“Sounds like a lot of fun.”



“It’s just that I heard I’ve got a surprise pop quiz in Sociology tomorrow and I haven’t opened a book. If I tell Norm the truth I’m afraid he might hook up with some other girl so when I saw you I thought I might convince him to take one of my best friends. What do you think?”



Betty laughed and kissed Jessica’s cheek. “Of course I’ll keep an eye on your boyfriend tonight. After all, what are friends for?”



After they rejoined Norm and told him about the proposed switch in dates for the evening he acted perfectly in character and shyly asked Betty if she really wanted to do this or was just doing them a favor. “After all, Betty, sometimes these fraternity parties can get a little wild.”



Betty took each of their hands and squeezed. “I think my life could use a little wildness quite frankly. Besides, I’ll have you there to protect me.”



The party was already fairly crowded when they arrived. Parking was at a premium so they were forced to use a spot in the administration parking lot and walk over. As they were passing a blue BMW Betty noticed a brunette with long hair and not a stitch of clothing riding some boy’s cock for all she was worth. She pretended not to notice but Norm realized what was happening only seconds later and pointed it out to her. “Wow, that’s what I call really getting into a party frame of mind!” The girl paused in her fucking to shake her tits at them and went back to concentrating on her date.



Norm put his arms around Betty from behind and whispered, “Hot, huh?”



Betty was embarrassed, “She’s a very pretty girl.”



Norm spun her around, “Pretty? I wasn’t talking about her looks; she’s nowhere close to your league!” He kissed her forehead. “It’s as if you’re the Princess and she’s a scullery maid! What I thought was hot was the freedom she was exhibiting. No shyness, no shame, she was just completely enjoying both herself and her partner. That’s what I thought was hot.”



Betty was swept up in the whirlwind. Since she arrived at the party Betty had hardly left the dance floor. She had met and danced with most of Norm’s friends. A sweet boy named Paul led her to the bar and ordered them drinks. While she was sipping her beer she was thinking about Norm’s referring to her as a princess. It warmed her that he recognized what Betty had always known.



Norm came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist as he kissed Betty’s neck. “I’ve hardly had any time with you tonight princess; you’ve been flirting with all my brothers.”



Betty nestled herself up against him as she purred, “Not flirting Baby, I’ve been dancing and don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to flirt with each other.” She turned in the circle of his arms, wrapped hers around him, grabbed his head and thrust her tongue down his throat.



At that point another of the brothers named Lewis came over to them. “Hey guys, we’ve got three townies willing to compete for the cash prize! Let’s hurry and get good seats. Paul and Norm headed into the lounge with Betty arm in arm between them.



Betty asked Paul, “Competition? What kind of competition?”



“We’ve got a stripper pole on a little stage back here. Every once in a while we can convince some local girls to strip for a cash prize of three hundred dollars. Once they’re naked it usually progresses a lot farther. Everyone winds up having a great time.”



Betty couldn’t imagine any way she’d want to watch another girl stripping but she was enjoying being the center of Norm, Paul and Lewis’ attention so she went along. They got front row seats.



The first girl ascended to the stage and started to swing her hips in time to the music. Betty couldn’t help but start critiquing the girl: pretty enough face, too much make-up, early signs of the jowls she have in not too many years, Betty smiled as she thought “this girl had better look amazing naked because so far she doesn’t have much going for her.” The girl wore a pullover and as she crossed her arms and pulled her top over her head her nipples peeked out over the top of her pushup half-bra. The guys went wild and started cheering the tits that even Betty had to admit almost rivaled her own.



The girl swung the bra over her head and tossed it into the crowd. Several of the brothers stuffed dollar bills into her garter and invariably paused to cop a feel of those audacious breasts before resuming their seats. Then she unzipped her skirt and kicked it to the side as she continued dancing clad only in her panties. Betty could easily imagine that the pejorative “thunder thighs” had been coined for a girl with legs just like those. Paul left his seat and proceeded to put a ten dollar bill into the girl’s panties. While his hand was in there he hooked his middle finger into her and pulled her close enough to the edge of the stage for him to begin sucking those erect nipples. Before Betty realized what was happening Paul had swung the girl over his shoulder and carried her over to one of the sofas lining the side walls. Like a pack of hungry dogs three other guys separated themselves from the crowd and followed Paul and his just bagged quarry. As the second girl started her routine Betty looked over to the sofa and saw the heavy girl on her back with a cock in her throat and one in each hand as Paul drove his in and out of her pussy. Betty’s hold on Norm’s arm tightened but his total attention was focused on the stage. The girl dancing was a fiery redhead with a slim but well proportioned body. From the vantage of her seat Betty could see that the girl’s knee touched her face whenever she did a high kick opening her pussy lips for all to see. Unfortunately her face was plain bordering on homely and to Betty’s disappointment the crowd was much less responsive than it had been to the chubby girl. Becky reasoned the boys were simply impressed by large breasts. She leaned over and said to Norm, “This girl’s body is much better than the first girl’s yet the crowd doesn’t seem to agree.”



Tom leaned back to Betty and whispered, “The first girl had great tits and acted like she was constantly horny. Remember what I said about the girl in the car being like a scullery maid to your being a Princess? Well here’s the rest of the kitchen staff. If you were entered in this you’d win the three hundred without a doubt. Not only do you have the best looks but you’ve already danced with most of the brothers and they’d go wild if you were to dance for them.”



Lewis leaned in and agreed, “That’s for sure!”



The second girl finished her set and picked up her clothes to a modest scattering of applause and a few catcalls. As soon as the third and final contestant ascended the stage Betty knew the competition was over. Although there was no one feature that one could point to which would make her lose, the sum of all her features just added up to vanilla, pleasant but totally forgettable. Lewis leaned across Norm and said to Betty, “You can’t let this happen, can you? I really don’t want the fat girl to win and you’re the only person who can keep that from happening.”



“Me? How could I stop it?”



“You could stop it dead in its tracks by getting up on that stage and showing everyone what a real Princess looks like!”



Betty tightened her grip on Norm’s arm. “That’s not all I’d be showing everyone! Besides that wouldn’t reflect very favorably on Norm either!”



Norm turned to her, “Actually I think it would reflect very favorably on me. Sort of like ‘hey guys, look who’s with Norm and don’t we wish we were him!’ I’d like to see all the guys adoring my date!”



Lewis didn’t wait for an answer from Betty as the girl on stage had just finished her routine. He jumped up on the stage and announced, “Gentlemen before you begin to consider your votes allow me to further complicate your selection process. Our gracious brother Norman has consented to allow his lovely date to become the fourth and final entrant. For those of you who haven’t yet met her allow me to introduce… Princess Betty!”



Betty looked into Norm’s eyes. “You really want me to do this?”



He smiled as he said, “It’s kind of late to back out now, don’t you think? Go ahead and knock ‘em dead.”



Betty had half a mind to run out of the room but the moment her left foot touched the first step of the stage the audience began cheering. As the volume rose her inhibitions melted away. Her mind raced through every film she’d ever seen with a strip scene. She picked the proud, haughty quick steps of Penelope Ann Miller in Carlito’s Way rather than the lethargic movements of the girls working at the Bing in The Sopranos so she began to quickly circle the stage making sure to make eye contact with as many of the brothers as she could. The top she was wearing was held closed by two pairs of ties, each forming large floppy bows. She leaned forward to one of the brothers and handed him the end of one of the ties and as she rose to stand the bow opened revealing her unpierced belly and up to her purple lace bra. The remaining tie was midway between the top of her bra and the point at which her ample cleavage began.



As Betty continued strutting her way around the stage, continuing to make eye contact with any brothers she’d missed on the first several circuits she began to unbutton her jeans. As soon as the crowd could see that her purple panties matched her bra another wave to applause swept through the room. She leaned over in front of another brother and offered him the end of the last tie which he pulled exposing her magnificent breasts concealed only by her lace see-through bra. She circled the stage this time with her shoulders held back thrusting her chest forward and allowing her top to slide down her arms and drift to the floor. As soon as it landed her hands rose up her spine and unclasped her bra but made no attempt to remove it. She went to the edge of the stage and took one of the brother’s faces between her palms and pulled him into a standing position whispering in his ear, “Would you be an absolute dear and lend me that empty chair behind you?”



The boy quickly grabbed it and carried it up the steps placing it in the center of the stage. Betty thanked him by throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply with as much tongue as she could. When she broke the kiss she led him to the two steps and he went back to his seat.



It was about that time she noticed three of her audience adjusting the fronts of their pants. She smiled at the thought that she was exciting so many men. Each of her 4″ heel open-toed pumps was held by two straps held in place by tiny buckles. She raised her left foot to the seat of the chair and leaned forward to unfasten the buckles. As she leaned down her bra swung out exposing her dark nipples which were completely erect. After removing her shoes she stood before the chair and began pushing her jeans down her hips. Since her breasts were ignorant of gravity the bra fell back into place concealing them. When the denim was bunched up around her ankles Betty bent over thrusting her thong clad bottom toward the crowd and allowing her breasts to regain their freedom as she lifted first her left foot and then her right, kicking the jeans aside.



She looked over toward Norm for the first time and was pleased to see his face mesmerized by her performance, the raw lust written over every pore. She sat in the chair and buckled her shoes back on her tiny feet. As she rose she removed the bra and tossed it onto the jeans and top. She gave the applause no time to subside as she pushed her thong to her ankles. Over the years Betty had spent many hours staring at her nude figure in her bedroom mirror and she was secretly proud of her pussy flower. Her smooth shaven vagina was well defined, her clit prominent, and her labia spread just enough to extend an obvious invitation to any viewer to enjoy her depths.

Let me explain the Title in detail. I am not suggesting you marry a whore but a woman that is sexually open to anything you desire whom will not be unfaithful .



Well that sounds like a tall order I found one several years ago and have had an erection ever since. I was brought up in a Deep South Baptist family which constantly preached the virtues of prayer and the evils of sex. All the girls I dated were prudes no touching, no foundling and of course no sex. I married one of those girls and sex was quick, and boring. Any suggestion of something exciting was quickly and firmly rebuffed. To make sex exciting I bought Penthouse letters to see the naked girls, and read sensuous stories as I jerked off almost daily.



About 6 years ago my wife was killed in a traffic accident and I soon started dating looking for my idea of a perfect but slutty wife. My principle avenue of searching was an internet website. I did not openly express my wants on the site but knew I would find her through trial and error dating.



I dated over 50 women all of which were fucked up due to failed marriages and/or personal baggage. I found one with potential but after fucking her once it was obvious she had too much baggage from a rape and 3 divorces..She was however great in bed and gave me my first blowjob at the ripe old age of 50.



A month after the above date I met Linda who unlike many gals on Match.com actually looked better than her picture. She was 5 foot 4 inches tall maybe 140lbs with a killer smile and large breasts which were obvious at first sight.



We had a second date at a romantic seaside restaurant where I managed to kiss her followed by a third date after which we went to my place to watch a movie. I certainly wanted to fuck her but was afraid to scare her off.



We necked a little and she noted that my arms were muscular and asked me to take my shirt off..I did and we necked. I suggested we could kiss more comfortably in the bedroom. She agreed and 5 minutes later we were both naked as I finger fucked her vagina. I went down on her but she was obviously one of the few women on earth that did not care to be eaten out. She grabbed my prick and started stroking it then guided into her now fully lubricated vagina. We fucked for about half an hour but maybe due to my strict religious upbringing I could not cum inside her. I told I had the same problem with my previous lover then she suddenly started giving a blowjob. I was in heaven and told her I was going to pull out so not to cum in her mouth. She laughed and said I love cum, cum in my mouth. I did and she eagerly swallowed every drop.



We then proceeded to a long conversation as she asked me how many people I had slept with to which I replied one up to a month ago and now she was the third.



I asked the same question and she replied several. I asked for details and she could remember over 65 so my guess is over 100.



After that day we had sex several times a day as I asked her to recount every sexual experience she had ever had. Rather than being shocked due to my background I was extremely turned on. Here is a brief synopsis of some of her encounters.



Her first encounter was set up by her to lose her virginity with her boyfriend on a boat anchored just off shore. She had few details except to say she loved it and it was a bloody mess as her hymen broke.



From that point on she fucked dozens of men often having multiple partners at once. The one that struck me most interesting was when she was at a birthday party and had sex with her boyfriend in the master bedroom and was soon penetrated by an unknown man. Obviously she knew it and was personally turned on as she not only fucked the stranger but sucked him off.



Another story is when she was gangbanged by 3 guys in Hawaii after having some strong pot.



The best story was her Bachelorette party where she had sex with the two strippers the night before her wedding.



See my Linda series for details most stories are TRUE along with a few I fantasies I personally have.



She told me her mother had taught her to do whatever her husband asked sexually what great advice.



Here is a sample adventure we just had last week at a nearby resort hotel. Our sex play usually consists of adding a second or third male to our lovemaking. I sometimes join in but often.



I had stayed at this resort on several occasions on business trips so I was aware the room service staff consisted of 3 males all good looking and all in their mid thirties.



Linda and I checked in around 3pm and immediately went to our mini suite which featured a large bedroom with a beautiful view of the surrounding mountains and my favorite a Jacuzzi tub.



The plan is to get her so horny that she will gladly and enthusiastically go through with the plan. We step out onto the Lanai and have a joint which never fails to take down any morale barriers.



We retire to the bed as I put on a group sex DVD and start to rub her clit as we watch some girl taking on 5 guys on the big screen TV. I pull out one of her vibrators which she immediately turns on and starts fucking herself with it as she watches the video and strokes my cock. When I sense she is close to cumming I withdraw the vibrator and ask her to give me a blowjob which she does until I fill her mouth with lots of cum.



We immediately retire to the Jacuzzi bath to clean up. After the bath I set up a hidden camera to watch any action that might occur when room service delivers. Linda put on something slutty to show off the large breasts to anyone curious enough to look along with flimsy bikini briefs which display her pouty pussy lips.



Linda than orders some light snacks from room service as I hide in the bath watching any action unfold on my computer screen. What happens next is never the same she either seduces the guy or not.



In about 15 minutes there is a knock on the door and she beckons the room service guy in. You can literally see his erection grow as her ogles her breasts. She turns around to get a tip out of her purse pending over to really show off her scantly covered cunt. She turns around sees his erection and quickly fondles it through his pants. He kisses her while fumbling with her panties to get a finger or two into her cunt. Linda drops to her knees unzips his fly pulls out his cock and starts sucking it. The guy is going nuts but Linda suddenly stops and tells him to return at 10pm when room service ends to do it right. He says he will return.



About 5pm we order room service hoping for another hot guy and our prayers are answered. Linda gives this guy a great show by answering the knock on the door naked claiming she just got out of the tub…he too is very aroused and she gives him a few sucks telling him to return at 10:05 PM so we can do it right.



I come out of my hiding place and Linda now being to aroused literally rapes me for the next hour. I cum in her vagina as the thought of some stranger sucking my cum from her vagina really turns me on.



We discuss our plan for the evening and I inform I will join the three of them as soon as the action really gets hot.



Like clockwork a knock on the door at 10pm it was the first Mel. Linda greeted him wearing a very transparent negligee with no bra or panties. Mel immediately kissed her deeply as a second knock came from the door. It was the second guy Randy. Mel & Randy looked at each other in disbelief but soon agreed it would be even more fun having a threesome.



Mel scooped Linda up and placed her in the middle of the king-sized bed and the two guys stripped as quickly as possible. They position themselves on either side of Linda and soon each had one of her long nipples in their mouths. Almost as it was choreographed each sent a hand to her crouch rubbing her clit inserting a finger then two until it was obvious Linda was cumming.



I entered the room scaring the crap out of Mel and Randy. I explained I was her husband and approved of this encounter only wanting to film and joining in.



Mel was now sucking Linda breast as Randy was eating her pussy which really turned me on as her pussy was filled with my cum regardless Randy was really enjoying it. I was filming the whole thing on my digital camcorder.



Soon Randy entered Linda as Mel offered his hard cock to her mouth which she greedily started sucking. After a few minutes Mel yelled switch and he entered Linda’s cunt as Mel started fucking her face. At this point I joined in by massaging Randy’s ball as he fucked Linda which immediately put him over the top and made him cum into Linda as she too was cumming over and over again. Mel simultaneously filled he mouth with thick hot cum which she swallowed. Linda loves the taste of cum and would rather suck you off than fuck.



We all took a break smoking a little pot on the lanai it was 1am. By 1:20AM Linda was ready to go again stroking Mel & Randy to another erection she loved younger guys as they recouped much faster than older guys.



Linda was really high on the weed so it was easy to convince her to a triple penetration which was my personal favorite. I fingered to get some cum out which I used to lubricate her asshole. I then used more cum to lobe Randy’s now hard cock. Randy laid on the bed as Linda lowered herself onto his cock which easily found its way up her ass. Mel slipped his cock into her mouth as I entered her pussy. What a sensual pleasure as she was sucking Mel and bouncing on Randy’s dick as I was fucking her. I could feel Randy’s cock as he was only separated from my cock by a thin wall. Soon we all came filling all 3 of Linda’s holes.



This was the fourth time we had played seduce room service and we will play again soon. We have tried it with female room service personnel with very little success.



Picking up men at the hotel bar is the most fruitful.

Once upon a time there was a prince named Cedric who lived in a faraway land in a castle in the middle of the woods. He desperately wanted to marry, but his mother the queen insisted that he marry a real princess. He met few women in his isolated part of the world, and those that he met did not meet his mother’s standard.



One evening there was a dreadful storm, with thunder and wind and pouring rain. In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the door of the castle. There stood a woman dressed in a cape, soaked to the skin. The servant who answered the door let her in and asked her what her business was. The woman declared that she was a princess, and that she sought shelter from the storm.



The queen was summoned, and she looked at the woman eagerly.



‘Are you really a princess?’ she asked the woman.



‘I am, your majesty. My name is Princess Miranda.’



The queen looked at her. She was certainly beautiful, with long dark hair, big brown eyes and full, pink lips. She called for her son.



Down the stairs came Prince Cedric, and he was stunned at what he saw. Miranda was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He introduced himself and they looked at each other; the attraction was obvious.



The queen saw that her son liked Miranda, and decided to give her a chance. But before she could allow them to marry, she had to prove that Miranda really was a princess. So while Miranda bathed and changed her clothes, the queen went into the guest bedroom, took off the bed clothes and placed a pea on the bedstead. Then she piled ten feather mattresses on top of the pea.



In the morning, the queen knocked on Miranda’s door and bustled into the room without waiting for a reply.



‘Well, how did you sleep, my dear?’ she asked excitedly.



‘Oh, not very well I’m afraid. I was lying on something hard all night.’



The queen gasped and called for Cedric, who was listening just outside the door.



When he arrived in the room, his mother took his hand and looked at him with tears in her eyes.



‘My dear son, she is a princess!’



Cedric’s eyes lit up and he went to the bed, where Miranda was now sitting up, and kissed her smooth white hand.



‘Miranda, I loved you from the moment I saw you and I knew you were the one for me. Will you marry me?’



Miranda smiled and, gazing lovingly into his eyes, said, ‘Of course.’



The queen clapped her hands with delight and declared, ‘You shall be married this very day!’ as she bustled out of the room.



Now alone with his betrothed, Cedric leaned forward and kissed her gently on her soft, pink lips.



‘I knew you’d pass my mother’s silly test,’ he said.



‘What test?’ asked Miranda.



‘Why, the test of the pea! She placed a pea under all those mattresses to see if it would keep you awake. Only a real princess would be sensitive enough to feel it, you see.’



‘But I didn’t feel a pea,’ said Miranda.



‘But… I don’t understand. You said you were lying on something hard all night.’



Miranda smiled shyly. ‘Oh… but that wasn’t a pea.’



‘What then?’ asked Cedric, confused.



‘If I tell you, you must promise to keep it a secret. Especially from your mother. And you must promise to still love me, and to marry me regardless.’



‘Of course, my dear Miranda,’ replied Cedric. ‘I don’t even care if you are a princess. It’s only my mother who cares.’



‘Alright. I’ll show you, then.’



She smiled and placed a kiss on Cedric’s lips. Then she lowered the coverlet, which she had pulled up under her arms; Cedric gazed in wonder at her breasts, which heaved at her silky night-dress. Seeing his wide eyes, Miranda bit her lip coquettishly and said, ‘Tonight, my love, is our wedding night, and you shall touch my body all you wish.’



Cedric gulped. He was, of course, a virgin.



Miranda lowered the coverlet further, revealing her slim, smooth legs. ‘You promise not to tell anyone about my secret?’



‘I promise,’ said Cedric.



With no further ado, she began pulling up her night-dress. Cedric’s eyes opened even wider. It was now halfway up her thighs, and she paused. Looking up at him to gauge his reaction, she pulled it up all the way. There, in between her legs, there nestled a long, smooth penis, with a glossy pink head. It was still slightly engorged.



‘This is what was keeping me awake, you see. It was hard all night!’



‘But… but… what is it?’ stammered Cedric, not able to take his eyes from it.



Miranda laughed. ‘Oh, you silly. It’s a penis. Just like yours!’



Now Cedric had lived a very sheltered life. His father, the king, had died when he was a boy, and he had grown up in the isolated castle with just his mother and two elderly male servants; he had never seen a naked woman before, and he had never learnt about the facts of life. So he had no idea that Miranda was, in fact, a special kind of woman.



‘Well?’ said Miranda. ‘Do you like it?’



Cedric had been staring at Miranda’s secret, but now he wrenched his eyes away and looked her in the eyes.



‘My dear Miranda, I love it. It’s so much longer than mine!’



Miranda smiled. ‘Well, tonight you can do whatever you like to it. You can touch it and play with it and even put it in your mouth if you like.’



‘Should you like that?’



‘Oh yes, very much.’



‘Then I shall do it gladly,’ said Cedric.



Miranda pulled her night-dress down over her penis and pulled up the coverlet again. She reached out her hands to Cedric, who took them. ‘Oh, my dear prince, I’m so happy that you like my secret,’ she said. ‘We shall have such fun together tonight. There’s another thing, a very special thing, that I should like to do to you with my cock.’



‘Your… cock?’



She laughed again. ‘It’s another name for the penis.’



‘Yes, I see… Your cock. You’re going to do a special thing to me with your cock. Well, I can hardly wait!’



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After the wedding – a simple affair held that afternoon in the chapel of the castle – the happy couple ate a lavish dinner with the queen. When they had finished dessert, the queen looked at them warmly and smiled.



‘My dears, I’m so happy that you found each other. Tonight is a very special night for you!’ she said, with a twinkle in her eye. Then she became wistful: ‘I remember my wedding night with your dear departed father, Cedric… Well, anyway. I wish you both the best.’



So saying, she got up from her chair and kissed them both on the forehead, before bidding them good night and heading up to her room.



‘Well, my darling wife,’ said Cedric. ‘It’s time for us to go to bed and do all of those special things you were telling me about.’



Moments later, they stood facing each other in the bedroom. The pile of mattresses had been cleared leaving just one in the four-poster bed; fresh roses had been placed in vases around the room and candles had been lit. Cedric looked at his bride. She wore a simple dress of pure white silk which clung to her ample bosom and curvy hips. Underneath her veil, her dark hair fell in curls over her shoulders.



‘You are beautiful,’ he said, reaching out his hands to her. She took them and looked back at him.



‘And you are very handsome in that velvet jacket.’



They smiled at each other, and he drew her towards him and kissed her on the lips. Initially he kept his lips clasped together, but when she opened her soft, moist lips in a passionate kiss he followed suit, their warm mouths meeting. They kissed long and deep, her soft body pressed against his.



They paused, and Cedric looked down into her eyes. ‘The curious thing is,’ he said, ‘that even though your cock is very big, I can’t see it through your dress.’



She smiled. ‘That’s because I’ve hidden it away. Don’t forget it’s a secret, just for the two of us!’



‘Of course,’ he replied.



‘Now would you like to see it again?’



‘Oh yes,’ he grinned.



She had him help her with her dress, undoing the clasps at the back. Then, facing him again, she slipped her dress down over her breasts. She undid her lacy bra, releasing the perfect white globes of her breasts with their perky pink nipples. Then she slipped the dress down further, over her hips and down to her ankles, before stepping out of it. She stood before him now dressed only in a veil, a pair of lacy knickers, a wedding garter and a pair of white heels. In the candlelight, her smooth, curvy body with her narrow waist and slim legs looked divine.



Now she toyed with her knickers flirtatiously, teasing him by starting to pull them down, then pulling them up again.



‘Oh, please show me your lovely cock, my darling Miranda,’ he pleaded.



At that, she pulled her knickers down over her ankles and stepped out of them, revealing a neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. She parted her legs slightly, and reaching in between them she pulled out her package, which had been tucked away.



‘May I touch it?’ asked Cedric, and she nodded.



He reached down and took her long, thick member in his hand. ‘It’s warm,’ he said, looking up at her excitedly. ‘And I can feel it getting harder.’



‘If you move your hand up and down it’ll get harder still,’ said Miranda.



She guided his hand, and he slowly began jerking her off.



‘My, it’s getting bigger and bigger!’ he exclaimed.



By now she was almost fully erect, her girth filling his hand.



‘Why don’t you go and sit on the edge of the bed?’ she said.



He did as she asked, and looked at her in all her glory: at her slim legs, made even longer by her heels, at her full, round breasts, and – best of all – at her erection, which stood hard and proud. She walked towards him, her cock swaying slightly as she did so. He was now at eye level with her big secret. He knew what to do with it now, gripping it and running his hand up and down the shaft and over the swollen pink head.



‘Would you like to try putting it in your mouth?’ asked Miranda.



‘Certainly, my love.’



He bent down and took the head between his lips, but then did nothing. She laughed lightly. ‘Oh Cedric, you have so much to learn. You have to suck! That’s better… Now, move your head up and down. No, keep on sucking while you move. Good, that’s it. Breathe through your nose. OK, now hold my penis around the base with one hand. Good… that feels good, Cedric. Now try to take more of my cock in your mouth… That’s it… a bit more… deeper… deeper…’



By now he was chugging noisily on her cock, slurping his way up and down, taking most of the eight-inch length into his novice mouth.



‘Mmmm…,’ she intoned, running her hands through his hair and pushing his head further down onto her long hard dick.



‘Wait,’ she said.



He paused. ‘What is it, my love? Did I do something wrong?’



‘Oh, no Cedric, you were sucking my cock very well indeed. But I’d like to do something else to you now.’



‘Is it the special thing you talked about before?’ he asked, his eyes lighting up.



‘It is, my darling. Stand up and pull down your breeches.’ He did so, but did not remove his underpants. She laughed again. ‘Take everything off!’ He pulled them down, revealing his own penis, which was only five inches long but which was jutting out in his excitement.



He looked down. ‘See, my penis is hard just like yours!’



‘Yes, my darling. And later, I’ll suck your penis like you sucked mine. But first of all, I want you to turn round and bend over the bed.’



With his white breeches still round his ankles, he bent over, his round white bottom pointing towards her. She knew his asshole would be very tight indeed, so earlier in the day she’d concealed some goose fat in a jar under the bed; she got it out, and smeared the fat liberally round his virgin anus and on her thick, hard cock.



‘Are you ready?’ asked Miranda.



‘Oh yes,’ said Cedric, his voice muffled by the bedclothes.



She placed the tip of her cock on the pink ring of his asshole and, bracing her hips, she pushed. As she’d expected, there was some resistance, and she decided to loosen him up first with her fingers. She dipped her fingers in the goose fat and slid in one, then two; she heard a muffled ‘I say!’ from Cedric. Once she’d slid her two fingers inside him up to the knuckle, she thought she’d try her cock again. There was still some resistance, but this time his anus spread to allow her entry, and she fed in the swollen head.



‘Aah!’ cried Cedric.



‘Don’t worry, my darling, it’ll hurt at first but soon you’ll start enjoying it.’



‘Yes, my dear,’ he said through gritted teeth.



Gradually she slid some more of her shaft into his back passage, then started thrusting gently into him, going deeper with every thrust.



‘Does it feel good, my love?’ she asked as she pumped into him.



‘Mmm yes my dear, your cock feels very big inside me!’



Gripping his hips, her thrusts became more and more vigorous, and now she was slamming her huge cock into him, her tits bouncing as she reamed him, desperate to inject him with her hot cum, and she ignored his cries now, fucking him furiously, burying her throbbing cock up to the balls with every stroke, and now she could feel her orgasm coming and she gripped his hair, pulling his head back as she unleashed wad after wad of hot spunk inside him. Withdrawing from his ass, she squeezed the last few drops of cum from the tip of her cock onto his butt cheeks.



‘It’s your turn now,’ she said. ‘Turn round and sit on the edge of the bed.’



Gingerly he got up and sat, his small cock still sticking up.



As she expertly teased into to its full hardness, she smiled at him and said, ‘I hope you’re not too sore.’



‘A little, my dear. Your penis is awfully big! It was very tight inside me, wasn’t it?’



‘It felt very good though. And it won’t hurt so much the next time. We’ll have to practise every day!’



‘I should like that very much,’ said Cedric.



As they finished speaking, she realised that his prick was gushing onto her hand; she squeezed him dry, then licked her hand clean of the warm salty spunk.



‘Well, Cedric,’ she said after she’d kissed him with lips which tasted of his cum, ‘I feel certain that we’re going to live happily ever after!’

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