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Awesome Mom

Awesome Mom
Part 1
My experience all started when I was 16. Let me give you some background on my parents first. Both were from the same state on the East coast but never met until some years later. They both attended a Division A College in the Mid-West. My dad played football and mom played volleyball. My dad stood 6″‘3″, 250 lbs with dark hair and played tight end. My mom was 6′, 150 lbs with blonde hair. Both could have been models. They met during their junior year and dated till the end of senior year when my mom got pregnant with me. Five years later my brother was born. My mom was only 21 at the time and my dad was 22.
They stayed in the Mid-West because my dad never made pro but received a degree in engineering and got a great job from an Alumni of the school. My mom received her degree in education and taught grammar school during the school year and played on a beach volleyball league during the summer. I travelled a lot with my mom during this time until my brother was born. My mom would later take my brother and me until he was three and my mom was then 29 years old. My dad worked through the summer and we would travel with my mother and one of her friends who would watch us. When I was six I remember hearing noise coming from the bed next to me with my mom and her friend. My brother was still in a folding play pen. I was scared because I thought she was in pain, It was years later when I was in high school that I realized she had sex with her friend right there in the bed next to me. After mom retired from playing, she just taught school and we would hang out all summer by the lake with a few of her different friends.
When I was 16 I was the starting quarterback for the junior varsity at my High School. During my sophomore year I took my team to an undefeated record. I thank my mom and dad for my great genes. I was 6’ and 190 lbs when I was 16 and had an arm like a cannon. My dad taught me a great work out regiment and would work out with me every morning before school. This kept my body in prime condition. He also taught me never to commit to any girls through high school and college. He said just use them for sex and move on to the next one. What a guy. The night before Thanksgiving I played my last JV game and took my team to their first division title. However, on the last series of downs I slipped while dropping back for a pass and pulled my groin. I came out of the game for the last two minutes, but we won anyway.
That night when I got home I was icing my groin and then would apply heat. My dad was down stairs and my mom came to my room to check on me. My mom said she had done this numerous times and knew a great way to massage the pulled muscle. I was embarrassed as my mom pulled down my shorts and asked me to open my legs. I said “mom, no, I don’t want you touching me there”. My mom just smiled and said, “You know how many times I’ve done this for your father”. I looked into my mothers blue eyes and then down to her breasts. She was wearing a low cut sweater and her 36 D cups were standing at attention. When my mom grabbed my groin next to my balls, I had to look away to avoid getting a hard on, it didn’t work. My dick popped up past the waistband of my boxers. I looked down and felt the warmth of my mother’s hands and her excellent skill at massaging.
I noticed that my mother never looked up at me and kept staring at my crotch. I apologized for the hard on, but she shrugged it off and stated it happened to my dad too. Then she blew my mind when she said she thought I was bigger than my dad. I became red in the face and she began to giggle. I lay back on my pillow and closed my eyes. That’s when I felt her thumb brush against the head of my cock. At first it was just one pass, then another a minute later. Pre cum started to form at the tip of my cock. I was now staring down at what mom was doing and she finally looked up at me and said, “It’s nice to have someone get excited over my touch again”. I thought, oh no there must be trouble in paradise. Mom looked back down and ran her thumb over my pre cum and began to stroke my cock with more frequency. “I know what will make you fell better baby”. Do you want mommy to help you out”. How could I say no? “Sure” I said and mom pulled at my waistband until my boxers were around my thighs. Mom got up and locked my door. I asked her what about dad and my brother, she said dad was watching a movie and wouldn’t be up for a while and my brother fell asleep on the couch.
I looked at this awesome woman standing before me. I never looked at my mom in a sexy way, but I did now. She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, nice firm breasts and a fantastic ass. She was wearing jeans and a low cut sweater. She had just finished preparing food for Thanksgiving but still smelled like her perfume. As she walked over to the bed, she said I played a great game and deserved a little reward. She knew the speech my dad gave me about girls and also knew I had not been with one all season. The girls in school knew my act and unless they just wanted to get laid, which most did, they knew I wouldn’t date them, just fuck them and move on. My cock was rock hard and I thought I was in a dream. I couldn’t believe my mom was doing this; she was always so straight with us. I later found out that she was slut in college and with girls too. Mom sat next to me on the bed and began to stroke my cock. She was a pro. I thought I would cum any second, but mom knew how to hold me off. While she was stroking my cock, she said “please don’t think of me as a bad mother, it’s just that I wanted to held out your pulled muscle, but once I saw your cock I couldn’t help myself”. Your dad doesn’t get that turned on by me anymore”. “I think he’s having an affair anyway”. She almost blew my mind. What the fuck, I thought they were the perfect couple. I figured what the hell now so I asked my mom, “Can I see your tits”? Mom didn’t hesitate; she pulled her sweater over her head and unclipped her bra. Her tits were perfect. I reached out and began to stroke her nipples.
She began to talk dirty which also blew my mind. I never heard my mom curse before. She said “yeah, grab my nipples baby it’s been so long, pull on them hard, fuck yeah”. When I did she began to stroke faster and with a purpose. That’s all it took. Mom felt my body tense and I said I was coming. Mom leaned over and jerked me off all over her tits. I couldn’t believe how much I came. My cum dripped off her tits and onto my thighs. Mom began to rub my cum all over her tits. She took one of my tee shirts off the floor and wiped her tits, placed her sweater back on and said how my groin was now. I said it couldn’t be better.
The next day was Thanksgiving and it was just us and a neighbor who had no family. All of my Uncles, Aunts and cousins were back east. Like I said my parents stayed in the mid-west after college. We had a lot of friends, but no family. I couldn’t get my mind off of my experience with mom the night before. After dinner our neighbor and dad fell asleep on the couch before desert. My brother was in the basement locked on his usual video games. I approached my mom in the kitchen she was wearing a long skirt and sweater. She looked so hot to me all of the sudden. She was the ultimate MILF. I asked her if she was ok with what happened last night. She looked at me and apologized and began to cry. She thought she just fucked me up for life and that I would be in therapy for life. I said no way. It was kind of funny, but when she was jerking me off I told her I didn’t look at her like my mother, but as a gorgeous older woman who I wanted to fuck also. Mom stopped for a second and said we needed to talk. We went upstairs to my room and she closed the door. She said that she has been with many men in college but never cheated on him with a man after marriage. She was bi sexual and had numerous affairs with women after marriage. The way she saw it women weren’t cheating. She usually picked up girls from college who she met while playing on the beach volleyball circuit. That explained the noises I heard coming from her bed in the hotel room when I was six. Anyway, when she played volleyball in high school, almost all the girls were gay and she had a few experiences and liked it. But she also liked boys too much to be totally gay. So after marriage she found sexual exploration with women instead of men and felt it only natural and that it didn’t feel like cheating on my dad. That was until last night. She said she had no intention of jerking me off or having any thoughts prior to seeing my cock. After she saw my cock getting hard she couldn’t control herself. Then she looked at me and said she has been thinking about it all day. She began to cry again and said she was such a bad mother. I hugged her and told her no, in fact I think you’re the best mother in the world and if she wanted, I would show her my cock again.
She laughed and said no that what happened last night was enough. I figured she was being nice and knew what we did was wrong, but still wanted more. I stood up from the bed and dropped my pants, leaving my cock standing at attention right before her eyes. I looked at her and stated, “I know you want to, and I want you to also”. Mom looked and me and said “what do you want me to do”? I began stroking my cock and stepped forward and said “suck it”. Mom grabbed my cock and said “you really don’t think I’m a bad mother for this do you”? I said no and that all I wanted to do was please her and make her happy. Mom took my cock and placed it in her mouth. She started off slow and soft, gently stroking me as she sucked my cock. Mom pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, “oh God I’m going to hell, I love this so much, your cock tastes so nice, I want to make you cum baby” I grabbed the back of moms hair and began to pull on it. She pulled my cock out and said” that’s it baby, pull mommies hair, and pull it hard”. I began to move my hips forward and back, fucking mom’s mouth. Mom began to give me a sloppy wet blow job and was letting the saliva drip off my cock. It was on her hand, face and dripping on the floor. It was the most incredible blow job I ever had. I knew I was about to cum, so I pulled out of her mouth. Mom seemed disappointed when I did that. She looked up at me with a quizzical look. I said “I want to see you pussy mom, I saw your tits last night”. Mom stood up and began to undo her skirt. She looked at me and said “I’m such a slut doing this for my oldest son, but I can’t help myself, you’re too sexy and I’m so fucking horny”.
Her skirt fell to the floor and she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She said she masturbated twice last night and once in the bathroom before dinner, thinking about my cock. I reached my hand between her legs and touched her cunt. It was dripping wet. I inserted my finger into her cunt and she began to moan. My middle finger began to fuck her pussy in and out. Mom’s legs began to buckle and she placed her hand on my shoulder. I grabbed her waist with my other hand and pulled her close. I found her clit and began to rub it with vigor. Mom’s forehead was against mine, so I tilted her head and began to French kiss my mother. Our tongues were in perfect harmony and moved as if we were lovers for years. She moaned in my mouth and grabbed my head with both hands as she began to cum. “That’s it baby I’m Cumming, your making mommy cum, don’t stop”. With that she exploded on my hand. I wouldn’t call it squirting, but she was releasing cum and it was drenching my hand. I held her so she wouldn’t fall and laid her back on the bed. I knew what I was thankful for that day.
As mom lay on the bed catching her breath I grabbed her and slid her up on the bed. I was between her legs and all of the sudden mom stopped me and said “no, we can’t fuck”. Fucking is incest, what we did wasn’t incest, but if you fuck me it will be”. I liked the way she thought, but she knew it was incest already, she was just trying to justify us not fucking, and I didn’t listen. I had to have her and I had to cum right there. I grabbed my cock and slipped in right into her pussy. She threw her head back, placed her hands over her face and just said “oh my god”. I began to pound away with all my might. Mom laid there lifting her ass to meet my every stroke. After about five minutes I was about to cum. I told my mom and she asked not to cum inside her and to pull out. As I pulled out she slid between my legs and swallowed my cock. Mom sucked every last drop of my cum and we both laid there spent. We quickly got dressed and had one last kiss before returning to the family room. Dad and our neighbor had just woken up and mom said, “Anyone ready for desert”? They both said yes and she called down stairs for my little brother. I said I was ready for desert and mom knew just what I meant, when dad walked in the dinning room, mom looked at me and said I have some desert for you later, and walked into the kitchen.
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Stepson Matt…Hot Summer Continues

I reached down and helped Matt slide his briefs down. He shifted to kick them to the floor as he looked me deep in the eyes and eased his huge cock into me. “Oh Matt,” was all I could say as he worked himself up to a steady pace. After a few hours of Saturday morning fun, Matt went to get dressed as I grabbed a shower. It felt like I had a gallon of Matt’s hot cum inside of me. I came downstairs to make breakfast for us when I was greeted by the most amazing smell. Matt was in the kitchen wearing khaki shorts and a red t-shirt. While it was easy to get distracted by the sight of his ass, I was equally impressed by the delicious breakfast he made. I grabbed a slice of crisp bacon and sipped some coffee and said “You really have some impressive skills there boy.” “You know about most of them,” Matt said with his familiar sexy grin as he came around behind me wrapped his arms around me. This was the kind of intimacy I never got from John.

I woke up very tired 2: Deeper

When I came too, all I could here was moaning. Everything was slightly fuzzy, I was sitting up against something hard, rock. My hands and feet were stuck to the ground with heavy slime, some dried, blocking my mouth also. I was naked. We were deep underground, in a small cavern formed long ago by the volcanic activity. I could see entrances to many other caverns as well. Light was coming from an unknown source. It was cold and damp.
I could now see where the moaning was coming from. My boyfriend was in the corner of the cavern we shared, secreted by the monster’s slime to the ceiling. He was facing the ground, moaning pitifully as a long tentacle was working his cock. The monster was hidden nearby. A small dip in the ground was full of white. It had been working him for some time.
He cried suddenly and jerked, more white splashing below. His sack looked like it was inflating. The creatures were still inside him, accelerating semen production. The tentacle masturbating him stopped and let go, letting his penis dangle. He looked on the verge of sleep. The large puddle of semen rose slightly, revealing a tentacle which had been catching all my man’s seed.
I struggled and broke out of the slime. As I started to run, tentacles tripped me up. I hit the ground hard. several secured my arms behind me, one leashing my neck. I felt hot breath on my ass.
It was in the cavern behind me.
Its thick member pushed into my ass, the tentacle around my throat squeezing, stifling every cry I made. Once it was fully in, it didn’t thrust, just stayed still as I squirmed. The tentacle cupping my boyfriends ejaculate moved closer. I know what it wanted.
No way. There was at least a bowlful of it. I struggled more violently now. It choked my nose also, and began to pour the fluid into my open mouth. I spluttered and tried to spit. Its ramrod pushed deeper. I began to swallow, tears in my eyes.
My boyfriend watched, now above me, tears in his.
I finished swallowing. I felt something warm land in my hair and on my back. My boyfriend cried out again. It was forcing my boyfriend to now cum all over me as it continued its violation of my ass.
The smell of the semen was intoxicating. Within what could have been an hour, I had swallowed the bowlful of my man’s semen and was covered by several more bowlfuls. The monster had cum several times, its fluid now leaking out of my ass. For the finale, it rolled me over and slapped its cock on my face, giving me a facial cum shot. Once it finished it rolled me back on my stomach, tied my hands again with slime, left me. I cried myself to sleep.
I woke up. It was morning or at least the version of morning down here. There was more light. The monsters cum had cocooned me to the ground. I tried breaking my hands free to no avail. I felt some being pulled off my face. It was my boyfriend, he had fallen off the ceiling sometime in the night. “Im so sorry” I whimpered as my face was free. “Its ok baby” he replied, focussed on setting me free. He looked at me funnily for a sec. Then his body was flung against the cavern wall. A different monster had arrived. It had a long tubular entrance covered inside and outside with several tentacles. I screamed. My boyfriend, slumped on the ground, began to to get up, weakly. His hands were pulled ahead of him by the monster and his face to torso were pulled into the monsters entrance, its mouth. I could see his ass spasming as he fought what ever was in there. I continued to scream, fighting to free the first monsters cocoon. It shot out a tentacle, slapping my face hard, another picking me up, slamming me into the ceiling.
Cocoon broken, I hit the ground and looked up just to see that my man was almost swallowed, feet jutting out, limply moving. This monsters tube mouth was like a tunnel, its body followed the lining of the cavern to the others in the distance. There was no way to gauge its size. I got up, my boyfriend was gone. The monster, its eyes now visible, wrapped a tentacle around one of my arms and pullled me up to its mouth. An arm free, I punched it full force in the eye. It squealed sharply and quickly secured both my hands as I swore abuse at it. My arms were pulled into it, most of my body length pulled inside its mouth, its tubular lips at the top of my ass. I could feel them slurping, it was strangly erotic. I went hard, my cock throbbing in its mouth.
I could feel the monster gazing at my ass, its saliva building up in its mouth, my body coated. Tentacles from deep inside were still holding my arms over my head. I saw the inner wall of the mouth pulsate and a mound thicken. A phallic shaped protusion emerged and pushed forcefully into my mouth. I choked on it, it was so hard and thick! I knew it was enjoying watching me squirm, my ass wiggling before it. I felt my ass brushed then penetrated by a tentacle, I gasped allowing the ramrod further in my mouth. I teared up, blocking my vision. It was so warm and wet as I was slurped and fucked. I was a piece of sex candy.
The ramrod buckled, the monster sighed, and I prepared for the inevitable. A small splash of liquid went down my throat. I moved back expecting the ramrod to go soft. It didn’t. It instead began to spasm, slower then faster. It released thicker cum and didnt stop. I coughed, choked, swallowed and spluttered the torrent of seed. The mouth closed tightly, squeezing my body and limiting my head recoil. It continued the assault on my mouth as I swallowed load after load.
After a time, the ramrod had vanished, my mouth sore and violated to the extreme. My stomach was full of monster fluid. I was pulled all the way into its mouth. I was barely conscious as I felt myself slide down its tunnel throat. The journey was long, I could here something in the distance.
What was instore for me now, haven’t I endured enough? Wheres my boyfriend?
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Magical Hearts chapter 14

During our last chapter, the three races began to come together. Finding greater understanding and wisdom, they work together in friendship using the strength of each race to strengthen all three. The miracle of the temple of Aphrodite has brought many to the service of the chosen.
Magical Hearts: chapter 14
A loud boom from outside gets the attention of all in the room. I fear one of our jars has accidentally gone off. We rush to the window on that side of the building to see a huge plume of angry red flame rising from the channel. The channel is easily as wide as the Straits of Izmira. One of our carpets speed over the land away from the channel it carries at least three figures. Trees on the side of the channel from where the explosion occurred fall. A high wave seems to run from the center racing along the shores and down the channel.
Father, Granite, King Sky and I stand with our mouths gaping. That was far more powerful than any fireball spell has ever been. The carpet lands at the steps outside the temple. Father pulls us into the grand stairwell. He unfurls a carpet that was resting inside his room. I recognize it as one of our first. Isabel and the elf Queen, Jewel, Charles and the rest of father’s Knights join us on the carpet. Granite is a little reluctant, but he too steps upon the carpet. Isabel directs the carpet to fly out into the open air and descend rapidly.
Granite pulls on my arm until I am looking into his face. In his gruff voice he asks, “You sure this thing will not fall?” As I nod my head yes, he again asks, “The magic in it will not just stop when we are in midair?” I shake my head no, as Isabel giggles in my mind. Before granite can ask a third question of me, we are at the crest of the stairs. The three that were on the carpet are now walking up the stairs and we meet them. Brook is a little wide-eyed. Gabriel has a wide grin although he has a hand over one ear. Bill seems to be speaking excessively loud. I doubt he can hear himself.
Brook in a very loud voice says, “It is good to see you awake.”
I hold my hand up, and then bring Isabel into a kiss. The light seems to surround the three especially around their ears. The three, seem to relax.
Now in a normal voice Brook says, “Thank you Goddess, thank you Julius and Isabel.” Then she gives Isabel a hug, looking into her face she says, “This has to be the most luxurious palace ever created.”
Bill asks, “Have you had a chance to try the showers yet?”
Isabel and I shake our heads no. I ask, “Where you testing the jars?”
Gabriel nods his head yes and says, “Bill and I threw it from the carpet, as Brook directed the carpet over a target.”
Justin still shaking his head with his hand laced with Selena’s enters the temple. With a grave expression he says, “We will have to be very high on the carpets to use the jars. By dropping them, Brook if you flew a little slower you would been caught in the blast. As it was, you were barely missed by the flames.”
Gabriel points out, “That will not be a great difficulty, but we now know how powerful a weapon the jar is. Our alchemist are working on making the formula that Brook gave them. If we place the jars we already have, we possibly can take out the first two or three ranks of orcs as they gather at the mouth of the pass.”
Bill says, “I now know why they have the shark fins, it cause them to fly straight to the air and not tumble.”
Father says, “I am glad I took one to show as an example for our Potters to re-create. For some reason the idea of them tumbling does not seem good to me.”
We see three carpets in the distance. I know they belong to house Morgan. As they land, Jeremiah looks wide-eyed at the temple of Aphrodite. All his men stare in wonder. Although Rebecca rushes to Isabel’s side hugging her gently because of her advanced stage of pregnancy. It will not be long before Isabel gives birth to our daughters.
True to her nature Rebecca asks, “You and Julius along with the dwarf Chisel built that in three days?”
Isabel as always is humble and says, “The goddess must have been working through us, because I truly do not remember building more than the first floor.”
I say, “That had to be, it was like I was in a dream. Great sections of the building were completed between each time I had any awareness.”
Father chuckles and says, “It was like watching a child building a Sandcastle. If you looked away for a moment, a new section was complete. If you think the outside is something special just wait until you have a chance to go in.”
The men from house Morgan are beginning to empty a crate. It has a huge number of jars within it. Many labeled with names of chemicals. Others are in the shape of the jars we will drop. Turning back to father Jeremiah asked, “Sire, was that one of the jars we noticed explode?”
Father says, “It was. I believe it far greater than what we believed it would be. Perhaps our enemy will break and run never to return.”
Jeremiah little pale faced says, “If they have any sense at all, any love of their own lives they will.”
We spend the rest of the day, getting some advice from Jeremiah who looked at both the plans for the Straits and the Pass. He finally smiled and he says, “I cannot think of anything else to add to your plans, but if I do I will send word.” As if an afterthought he says, “The jars you want us to make for dropping take quite a bit longer, and if we have another type of jars ready, they can be used to be placed on the ground and save the others made to drop.”
I smile and say, “The ones that are made to be dropped had the special fins the keep them from tumbling. If we just need to place a few on the ground. As Gabriel has suggested any jar would work as long it is big enough to hold the amount of chemicals we want.”
Jeremiah smiles and says, “We have a full warehouse. We used to use them before the crates. I will send them here tomorrow.”
Father asks, “Wine jugs?”
Jeremiah shakes his head yes and says, “Before the crates we would divide the wine from barrels into jugs to move. Now because the crates we do not need to do that. The wine taste better straight from the barrel anyway.”
Father chuckles and says, “We could just make a whole wagon full, place a few with wine on the back and on top. Let the orcs find the wagon and take it back to their own encampment. When the first one opens a jug not finding any wine I bet he throws it down.”
Gabriel chuckles before saying, “If we are lucky they will have spread them out just enough when the first one explodes it breaks the rest.”
I say, “We were planning on letting them kill themselves for us anyway. This would be a nice way to take out a thousand.”
Laughing Ben says, “Remember the smugglers and their wagon we caught last year. How many do you think would be kill by a wagonload a foot thick of the explosives?”
Brook smiles and says, “As they all gather around for wine, and their leaders are forced to come to restore order.”
Something Gabriel said rings in my ears and I wonder how so many orcs can be because the land that they inhabit is poor. The northern third of our continent that belongs to the orcs has great lava flows, or glaciers not great farmlands. Millions of orcs would require as much food as that number of humans, elves or dwarves. How could so many exist with very little to eat, where do they all come from? I think of the map, perhaps it will show us the answers.
Getting everyone’s attention I say, “Let us look at the orcs’ lands something does not seem right, Gabriel you said the numbers could be as many as two million. I think not because the land is too poor for that great of a number. I do not doubt your word or what you seen. I only doubt the land is capable of supporting that many. If the land cannot support that many, they must receive aid from elsewhere or they come from elsewhere.”
Everyone within the room now shares the realization. Gabriel is the first to speak and he says, “Soon after the last orc war I became a Ranger. Many of the orcs were destroyed during that conflict, and I could walk about their lands all but the farthest north without seeing a patrol or hunting parties. I saw no great villages, no farms or shepherds. The orcs used a few caves. However, there was no way for so many to survive. I believe you are correct they must come from elsewhere.
We go back to the map, starting from Dead Man’s Pass we begin heading north, we find the remains of the orcs Gabriel and Brooks fought. The path is recent enough from the large number that it remains visible on the ground. We follow it north, and emerges with many other groups. Gabriel was correct in his estimation possibly two million strong are beginning to collect just south of a river that would block their movement in the spring. We can see where they cross the river. We continue to follow the muddy trail that so many feet have marked. Mile after mile north, Gabriel finally becomes unfamiliar with the land on the map. In the very far north stands some ancient ruins, far older than any in the room know.
Chisel says, “Dwarves made those, see how that arch is formed they look like some of our oldest buildings in Undermount.”
We turn the map trying to look through openings in the ruins. A section that looks like a large doorway, mist obscures the opening, as we watch several drow exit, followed by at least two hundred orcs. We back off and watch as they travel through the ruins and begin heading south.
Sparrow directs the map back so we can take a closer look at the doorway. He almost hisses as he sees the writing carved into the door. He says, “That is a very old ancient elfish dialect. That is a world gate. It is a more powerful form of the spell of teleportation. Only it took several master mages to enchant. It actually connects to another world.”
I say, “We have two choices, allow it to remain open and more of the dark ones come in making our fight more difficult, but allowing them to retreat. Our second choice is to close it permanently, destroy it, preventing any more dark ones to enter our world, but we will have to deal with all that are here.”
King Sky says, “I believed that place was just a legend, the story of the Exodus from our old world. As I remember the story. The world the three races were born on, have become quite old it sun began to die in the world was falling into blackness. To escape the mages had been searching for a new home for millennia. They had found several worlds but none capable of supporting life. They kept searching even further away. Some worked on how to move our people, while others worked on finding a new home.
Finally, a world found that we could live upon. The only problem was the orcs already lived there. We knew nothing of them and sent emissaries. They allowed some of our people to come promising them safety. We did not know of the dark gods. The people that we sent fell to their influence. They became the first Drow, dark dwarves and dark men.
Another world found as we realized the danger. The majority of our people escaped, but some dark ones must have infiltrated the last survivors. It seems they found the old gate redirecting it somehow.”
Father in a deep voice says, “All that matters is what we do now. What mistakes made in the past are over and done. Sparrow you believe that we can close the gate or we are going to have to destroy it?”
Sparrow first looking at his brother says, “The archway needs to be destroyed. Even if we do manage to close the gate, it can reopen. Even destroying the gate may not prevent another’s creation, although that would be very difficult. Those in this room and a handful of others would be required to create one. Although we would have to know where to go, and none have looked.”
I ask, “If we stacked, say ten of the jars against the pillars, dropping two or three others to set off the ones already there would it be enough?”
King Sky says, “If legend is correct, that is more than three millennia old. I doubt that would affect the stone of the arch. However, the stone in the building around it may crumble and seal the exit for a time. That would prevent any more reinforcements until we finish our battle.”
Sparrow says, “If we close it from this side, it cannot be reopened from the other side.”
I say, “If buried it would be very difficult to reopen.”
As we watch another group exits the gate, although dressed somewhat differently, they begin heading south following the trail. Every few minutes another group exits, they will be more than we could possibly stand against if we do not do something rather quickly. None stays at the gate long, and if we hit the gate a few minutes before the next group arrives, just as the last group was out of sight we may have as much as three minutes to close the gate.
Whatever we decided to do, we must do it quickly and quietly. If we remain too long, the next group will be upon us. With the last group only a few minutes away at a walk, they could return to reinforce their fellows quite quickly. If we are too noisy at our efforts, it may bring the last group back to investigate.
Chisel believes he can place several of the jars to bring down the building entombing the gate. Sparrow believes he can close the gate given a few minutes. We decide to take Chisel and Sparrow along with a few of our companions an attempt to close the gate, if not permanently for at least as long as we can. Once the battle is over, we may be able to return and make it permanent.
We load a carpet with twenty of the jars. Chisel believes he will only need half that number, but I believe it is better to have too many than not enough. If nothing else, our second attempt made be successful.
Martin, Samuel, Bill, Brook, Gabriel, Eldeone, Isabel and I along with Sparrow and Chisel carefully load a crate with twenty of the jars. Granite and Father both wish to come along but I reluctantly tell them, “The smaller our group is the more likely we are unnoticed.” As I tease the two I say, “You are more likely to just attack a group for the fun of it, how can we remain unnoticed then.”
Father surprises me by saying, “Pup, I am still your father.”
What could I do? Stepping to my father, I give him a hug and say, “I do not want to become King too soon. I love you, Father.”
Father slaps me on my back and says, “I do not want to lose you again my Pup. You and Granite can take care of the orcs. As the rest of us take care of the drow if it comes to that.”
As a result, our group grows by thirteen. Ben and Ruth wanted to come along as well but their baby decides to stay keeping Ruth and Ben, who is an excited father as his wife begins her labor. I finally tell him, “We should be back before the baby is here. We will go make a big noise, and be back before they know what happened.”
We lift into the air. We have coats and heavy clothes ready for the cold weather. The ruins already have a couple feet of snow. This may be the last of their army, and in the month the land around the ruins will be impassable, now a snowstorm could make it so overnight.
The map has allowed us one other benefit, sparrow’s spell of teleportation allows you to move to any known location. Additionally, high on the carpet we can remain unseen only dissenting silently at the proper time. A wall of mist appears in front of us, and sparrow directs the carpet through it.
During my time, making the palace and asleep Granite has completed our weapons. Mine rests against my armor in a sheath specially made for it. I also carry the short sword and dagger. There is places where an ax is at a disadvantage, as well as magic.
As soon as we exit the wall of mist, the air is quite cold with a strong wind and snow blowing in our faces. There is a dim light coming from the area of the gate, and a party has just emerged carrying a lantern to light their way through the ruins following the path that so many have walked before.
We are unnoticed as we descend silently. The group barely has exited into the ruins, as we set the carpet down. Chisel immediately begins quietly to direct the placement of the jars. Sparrow, Brooke, Isabel and I walk up to the gate. Sparrow is examining the writing and quickly finds the command word that will close the gate. As soon as he speaks the word, the wall of mist vanishes.
A large room full treasure is on the opposite side, the chests that held the treasure have long since decayed to the point that they spilled the gold over the floor. I doubt anyone ever knew it was here, hidden behind the wall of mist. Once our crate is empty of the jars, careful not to disturb anything other than the treasure I cast a summoning spell that causes the treasure to float to the crate.
We even place a few jars within the now empty room, the way Chisel has explained it, the explosions will knock down the walls that support the walls above, cause them to fall down and bury the gate. Chisel double checks each jar ensuring each point is at a mortar joint, he even uses some stones to ensure they do not move before they explode. Once we have everything in place we only have a few moments to exit, we even leave a few jars we have not used behind, back on the carpet high in the air Isabel and I direct one of the last jars to fly directly into the room. I hope that that will set all the other jars off.
Just then, as a spell of teleportation opens several drow mages walk out as the jar hits setting off the several we left in the room. In an instant, all the other jars explode as well. We are moving quickly away from the ruins but I believe we were not moving quickly enough. I cast a shield spell in the direction of the ruins. Pieces of debris strike the shield spell causing it to glow brightly. We can see nothing but smoke and dust from the ruins, but the sound of falling stone heard with the echoes of the explosion.
The cold when quickly blows away the smoke and dirt in the air. Where the gate had stood now stands a mound of rubble at least ten foot higher than the gate had been. There is no sign of the drow, even the parties that have already exited the gate are still running away from it. In their confusion, I believe we went unnoticed.
We climb higher and circle slowly. We wait for a while to ensure none survived. There is a small possibility that they cast a shield spell. However, Sparrow and I doubt they even had time to cast any magic before death found them. We cannot even feel the magic of the gate, and it is possible the explosion destroyed it as well.
Once we are sure, sparrow again cast his spell, the carpet flies through it quickly, and he ends the spell the second we have crossed back over Hound Island. The sky here is warm and sunny compared to that cold dark place we just left.
We open the crate and examine the treasure closely. Sparrow checks for any magic that used to track the gold. It would not do to bring back something that can bring our enemy straight to our door. It is just a way of double-checking, we checked before. Although some spells not activated until the item removed from their resting place. Finding the treasure untainted and not cursed, we even cast the magic to detect poison or disease. Once we are sure that treasure is safe we divided equally among all who came, several thousand gold pieces for each.
Granite eyes go wide as I sit down his chest showing the gold coins. Telling him it is the share for his protection during our raid. Father seated beside Granite looks at the chest in front of him. Both hold the same amount of gold. My father chuckles and says, “The best payday I have ever gotten.”
I chuckle and say, “I enchanted those chest, they are far larger than they appear. Do not turn them over thinking to get a hand full of gold. You will spend most of the night picking up your treasure. It was not on either of your lands, all you get is an equal share. No King’s taxes this time.” When they both turn and look at me, I say, “Perhaps we should find the drow King to pay him his taxes.”
Granite smiles evilly and says, “Tell you what Pup, you find him I will give him something for his taxes.”
Laughing I say, “Now him I will fight you over, well we just flip one of his gold coins to see who gets to take his head.”
Granite flips the coin in the air and says, “Call it Pup, just in case we run into him. It will save time later.”
Instinctively I say, “Heads.”
When the coin lands it lands on its edge and remains there. Father laughs and says, “First I ever saw that, but that means both of you should take him together.”
Chuckling I say, “Knowing drow he would not settle for a fair fight. It would be he and all his guards that is with him.”
As he looks at the small chest before him, Eldeone chuckles and asks, “Are you always so generous with what treasure you find?”
With a chuckle I say, “I find no reason not to be, I never campaign with mercenaries only companions and friends.”
Eldeone looks a little startled by that comment. He asks, “You allow me into your service, as a companion?”
With a chuckle I say, “How better to combat your prejudiced. It is not as easily defeated has Granite’s, he only believe his stomach not capable of handling the Elfin food.”
Granite had just finished a plate of venison, prepared in the elfish fashion. He laughs at my statement. Looking up from his empty plate he says, “Aye, it has been a hard lesson. One I will never forget.”
Eldeone chuckles, “One lesson Pup has taught me too. Prejudice is best shown to be incorrect than just told to be. It is easier to see the incorrectness of your beliefs than just to hear them. It does not stop them from being wrong either way, just easier to see.”
Chuckling sparrow sitting down says, “Eldeone that is because you are not blind, a blind man must hear and understand the truth, where as you can see the truth.”
Eldeone chuckles again now with a smile he says, “Yet more lessons for me to take to heart. I have learned that what I have believed is not always true. I should keep an open mind, and an open heart. Friendship has little to do with one’s birth. Julius although born to royalty never knew that until he reached manhood. I think he sees royalty as a burden not a privilege.”
With a smile and nod, I address Eldeone, I begin by saying, “A good King leads his people, a wise king listens to their hearts, and a great King helps to make their dreams come true. When your subject are happy, healthy and productive so is your kingdom. A King should always strive to ensure the well-being of his subjects. Sometimes it is very difficult to balance their well-being against your own, even more difficult if you hold the belief they are to serve you, and you do not serve them. A great King serves his people far more than his people serve him.”
Father and Granite both chuckle as they nod their head yes. King Sky from the doorway has overheard because he begins to chuckle along with the two other kings. Bowing to me on his approach, and I stand to return it he takes a seat beside us with a smile he says, “That is the best way I have ever heard it described. It is far harder than most people realize to be a great King. It is easy to fall into the trap of believing all should serve you. When it is your turn my son, remember your friends and kinsman’s words.”
Eldeone with a smile says, “Yes my father I will. Although I would hope it long enough that the memory be a distant one.”
With a chuckle I say, “The problem with be in a Prince. We do not want our father’s power. The gaining of it means a great loss to our hearts. We would find it a lost too great, to enjoy the gain.”
Eldeone smiling as he looks in my face says, “I see our hearts shares much kinsman.”
With a smile I say, “True, we have far more in common than you realized just a few days ago.”
Of course, I have not forgotten about Ben and Ruth. I know the baby will soon be here so I excuse myself. Eldeone comes with me, seeing my look he asks, “Do you worry for Ruth?”
I nod my head yes, and my steps take on a swiftness that has Eldeone stretching his legs to keep up. I entered the temple of Aphrodite, and we proceed up to the fourth floor, one section is set up to be a hospital.
I find Isabel watching Ben pace nervously. A baby’s cry makes him spin on his heels as he faces the doorway. Only a few moments later one of the priestess of Aphrodite brings the babe wrapped in a blue blanket. She smiles and says, “You have a fine baby boy.”
After taking the baby Ben asks, “His mother?”
The priestess smiles and says, “Tired, but she will be well soon. She wants you to come in.”
Isabel says, “Give her a nice long kiss for us Ben.” Ben chuckled as he disappeared following the priestess.
Isabel’s face contorts with pain, something that Isabel was trying to conceal unsuccessfully. Isabel’s contraction started soon after we departed on our mission this evening. I look in my wife’s face as my hand reaches for hers. I say, “Our twins are not long in their entrance to our world.”
As if in answer Isabel’s water breaks, and Eldeone shouts for the priestess. He has a look of concern on his face, and he pulls the priestess to Isabel assumed she appears in the doorway. I lift my wife and carrier to the room the priestess indicates. There is a comfortable looking bed although somewhat narrow. I place Isabel upon the bed. The priestess runs Eldeone and myself from the room. Now it is my turn to pace.
Eldeone watches as I pace, when Bill arise along with the rest of our comrades he says, “We heard Ben and Ruth had a baby boy.”
Eldeone chuckles and says, “A fine young lad, he looks a lot like his mother.”
Gabriel and Bill share smiles, the two have become close friends, and often compete to find out who is the best archer. Martin and Samuel have female companions as they arrived. I think it is a good thing, because the two big men could use a good woman in their lives. Michael and Juliet arrived with little Patrick. I have to stop my pacing to hold my son.
Martin and Samuel both have grins as Samuel asks, “Is it Isabel’s time?”
With little Patrick’s head against my chest I smile and say, “The twins will be here soon.” As I look at little Patrick I say, “Your Mommy is going to give you two little sisters tonight.”
Little Patrick says, “Goodie, I will not have to be the baby anymore.”
The room feels with chuckles. Smiling I say, “That is right son. Soon you will be the big brother.” He smiles brightly and I ask, “Are you going to help me take care of your baby sisters?” My son nods his head enthusiastically. More chuckles fill the room.
Father asks, “Are you so sure you are going to have twin daughters?”
I reply, “I hope so father. We only have two girls names picked out.”
Jewel the elfin high priestess, enters the room overhearing my last comment she asks, “Prince Julius what names have you selected?”
Giving her a smile I say, “We have changed one of our selections, we are now thinking to use Ines and Carissa. Later we will use Marta to honor Isabel’s grandmother.”
Jewel asks, “Ines as in Ines Firemoon, Isabel sister?”
I sense there is more to the question so in answering I probe for additional information. I say, “That is who made us first wish to use the name, to give homage to her long service. Nevertheless, why did you ask your question that way?”
Jewels eyes widen, and her expression says she has given away a secret. She says, “Souls reborn seldom remember their first life, even though you lived it twice.”
Now confusion is truly on my face, and shared by most in the room except for Jewel and Eldeone. To answer the question Eldeone begins, “Prince Julius, you never realize that your life story was the same as Cowan the Wise? His life was exactly is yours, except for his father and mother both perished at the hands of a traitor during his fourth year of life. The traitor captured him and made him a slave, only to escape slavery during his eighth year of life. He was trained by the dwarves the same as you, on his fourteenth year he began his campaign to retake his kingdom. During his time the land, you call Cowan were feudal states, the size of your duchies now. Cowan the Wise not only retook his, but he began to unify the whole of your country. During his sixteenth year, he completes the task, makes peace with the dwarves and begin the process with the elves. During his eighteenth year, he travels to the land of the elves.
What you know, Isabel did run away from her father and her upcoming nuptials. However, what you do not know, there was a Duke who wished to prevent peace between the two races. The Duke captures Isabel and with plans to force her to marry his son. The Drake killed the Duke and his loyal men before they could capture Isabel.
The injured Drake attacks Isabel, and Colin rushed to her side. They too shared a kiss after the battle, and the Royal guard knew they were a blessed couple.
The Captain of the Royal guard who found Isabel and Cowan was Isabel’s uncle. The dowry Cowan brought for Isabel’s hand was her weight in gold and a third of her weight in raw diamonds.
Ines was jealous of her older sister, although she did love her sister, her prejudicial remarks was an insult to the goddess and her chosen couple.”
Jewel places her hand on Eldeone’s arm and he gives her a nod. Jewel continues, “The prophecy was that Cowan and Isabel would be reborn, human both, although most of my people never knew that part. You are the sole of Cowan the wise reborn. Isabel is Isabel Firemoon reborn. The two of you have been reborn to fulfill the two prophecies. The first you have completed, the second given to me by Ines. Said you would rebuild the Palace of Aphrodite.
Additionally a number of other things you have yet to complete, those prophecies I am not to share with you, by chance you may do more than what was prophesies. As you have with the Palace, by adding the skill of the master Stone smith Chisel. The goddess inspired him and allowed him to direct the power you and Isabel wheel. She inspired Chisel with not only the image of the blueprints for the Palace, but placed within him the magic for things like the showers, hot and cold water. Even the pool that reflects the noonday light, you and Isabel need to take the time and gaze upon the ceiling of the chapel one-day at noon. Perhaps you should gaze upon it tomorrow with your son and daughters.
As if the babies summoned by the end of Jewel’s speech, my daughters began to cry. A priestess brings the two girls wrapped in pink blankets. I take my daughters into my arms kneeling for little Patrick to see. He has a bright smile looking into his sisters faces. The priestess leads the four of us back to Isabel and we share a long kiss that gives Isabel her strength and health back. The priestess does not object to Isabel leaving with me as we take our children up to our new quarters.
Jewel and companions all accompany us, and the two of us get the retelling of Jewel and Eldeone’s tale. Isabel giggles and says, “I learned Elvish as a young child, my mother said I picked it up as easy as an elf.”
I am not sure if one soul receives their body on the moment you are born or sooner, either way it is not beyond the possibility given the abilities of Aphrodite. Ines has the same green eyes the old high priestess had. Everyone knows your eyes are the windows to your soul. Jewel has tears of joy looking into Ines’ eyes. Isabel and I do not need to ask our shared question, the answer is on Jewel’s face. Our daughter has the sole reborn of Ines. Perhaps that is why we felt the sting of her loss so greatly in the Inn of the fallen Oak.
She would have been my beloved sister in a lifetime before, now she is my daughter I will cherish. Ines will have greater healing art than nearly anyone had before, both magic and herb, potion and salve. Her art of healing will be nearly miraculous, and be a true gift to the world. Knowledge like that I know comes from the goddess, another gift.
Our friends and companions stay with us for a while. Ruth and Ben join us with their little boy. Isabel and I give Ben and Ruth one of the shares from our campaign earlier this evening. Ben rejects before I tell him it is for his son. It is not as if Isabel and I are short of money. Their son coming in the world prevented them from coming with us. We all explain to them how boring it really was, just sitting the jars and dropping one to explode the rest.
Bill laughing as he remembers says, “It was surprise seeing how large the explosion was, especially to the four drow who come to see why the gate had closed. They could not have been there more than two seconds before boom and they found themselves in the afterlife.”
Gabriel begins laughing and says, “The last group through the gate did not even turn around just start to run south as fast as they could, as if hell itself was chasing them.”
Ben finally laughs and says, “By the time they get to their encampment and spread the story how the gate was destroyed their going to be so scared of their own shadow. If we let them march to within a mile of Dead Man’s Pass and then set off a large enough explosion to take out the first two or three ranks. The rest will try to run back and dig the gate out.”
Sparrow laughs and says, “I doubt it still exist, but if they run that far I think I can make a gate to send them home if Isabel and Julius helps. Perhaps they will lose their love of war.”
With a smile I say, “Of course we will help, it would be much easier to allow them to retreat never to return. It would really be nice for them to lose their love of war too.”
Father not so lighthearted says, “It may be best just to end their miserable lives. I sought to end their leadership, we know they never return and under fifty years. Nevertheless, here they are again on our doorstep a large number of them returned to their world obviously. The only thing different now is there is no gate to our world. They do not bring their females, so no matter if, it is long or short, their race is doomed. We have on this world our own drow to deal with, that will be hard enough.”
King Sky sharing my father’s point says, “The drow are not alone, they are many dark men who follow them, the men who chosen to worship the same Gods as the drow.”
His words bring back a memory and I say, “The ships Isabel and I destroyed, the men aboard were dark men. Their souls were evil and black as the gods they worship.”
Father asks, “Those who were in Edmonton where those also dark men?”
I answer father, “Some were, although most only served those that were. The necromancer and the soul that inhabited Duke Duncan definitely was a dark man. If they all were dark men, their coming would been too easily detected. Most humans have some darkness within them, unfortunately. However, most humans recognize their own darkness and fight against it. The dark men embrace their darkness fighting against the light within themselves.”
King Sky looking directly at Eldeone says, “That is true for the elves as well. Fortunately, humans and elves have very little darkness in them to start. It is easy for the light within them to defeat their own darkness.”
Granite smiles as he looks at us. In a soft voice for him he says, “The dwarves long ago, battled the darkness within ourselves. Living underground and having darkness within is difficult. We nearly fell to our own darkness that is when the goddess Jewel showed us how to create light within ourselves. We as a people won the fight. Our people no longer carry the darkness. Nevertheless, it was not an easy battle, and if it were not for the goddess Jewel far more would have fallen.”
Little Patrick stretches sleepily then lays his head against my chest as he closes his eyes. Granite chuckles before he says, “Little pup sleep well. Tomorrow is another day for us to share. Little pup has the right idea it is time for sleep. Out all you let the little fella sleep.”
Like normal little Patrick was the first awake. We had not even noticed the true luxury of our rooms until morning. A thick wool carpet was upon the floor of the bedchamber. Furniture even better and the bed is wider, than what we had in New Cowan. Off the main bedroom, a deep set of closets, a bath with the shower and a bathing pool. Excellently made cribs in the elfish style hold the twin girls. In his own room, Patrick has a dresser with in a closet, his bed nearly as wide as ours in New Cowan, a chair in the corner with a table. Outside our bedchamber is a medium-sized but comfortable room, set of couches, with a few comfortable high backed chairs. The furniture seems to be a blend of all three cultures the chairs are elfish design, the couches human design, the tables of dwarf’s design, others would find it strange that all three designs complement each other.
The high priestess of each race greets us at our door, we know each except for the dwarf high priestess and her name is Dawn. It is rather common that the priestesses of the goddess have names that referred to her. It is rather a unique name for a dwarf, they live underground and some never have seen the sun, let alone a dawn.
On our way down to breakfast, we meet Chisel who smiles at as brightly. He asks, “How did you like the waterfall bath?”
I realize he means the shower, dwarves living underground call a rainstorm the waterfall from clouds. Smiling I replied, “It was most refreshing.” Isabel blushes because I spent the entire time we were within it caressing her body.
Chisel chuckles and says, “I wish I could remember making them. Me wife already wants me to add one to me home.”
Isabel smiles and says, “Ask the goddess perhaps she was share the knowledge with you again.”
Dawn the dwarf high priestess hands Chisel of parchment. As he unfurls it, she says, “The goddess knew of your wife’s wish and has provided you the knowledge you would request.”
Chisel smiles and says, “Perhaps this knowledge will create a new house among our people. I will need to make a copy for the great library. Please excuse me.”
The three priestesses giggle as Chisel runs back to his room. Dawn the dwarf high priestess says, “In a few years all of Undermount will have plumbing. Chisel is correct. A new house will be formed called Plumbers among the dwarves. Their profession will require the aid of either human or elf wizard. Our high Council will change some things, allowing other races to visit Undermount.”
I ask a question of Dawn, “How is it that I am allowed to travel freely in the dwarves’ tunnels?”
Dawn smiles, “Granite’s orders, and the Counsel named you dwarfing on your seventeenth year, after standing at the shoulder of our King in battle, defending his life with your own.”
I chuckle and say, “Of course, I would defend him with my life. The goddess has given me great men to educate me. First was a simple farmer who I only know as Daddy, he taught me humility and kindness is a strength. The next was my uncle Justin, who taught me power no matter great was not absolute. Granite has been like my own father in many ways, he taught me patience, forgiveness, and the ax. Then the goddess restored my birthright, and reintroduced me to my father. By his example even before meeting him, he taught me that a great leader sacrifice much for his people.”
Continuing I say, “They all taught me that a father’s love is a precious thing. They show pride in me, even King Sky, something I would never do anything to tarnish. Isabel and I are the messengers of the goddess. As the messengers we serve all three races, all of the goddess’ children.”
Jewel says, “Isabel kiss your husband for the goddess. Julius kiss Isabel for the goddess.”
Isabel hands Ines to Jewel, and Carissa to Dawn, little Patrick moves to stand beside Dawn the dwarf high priestess, and they give each other a warm hug. Isabel and I embrace each other giving each other a passionate kiss. The glow seems to surround us before moving both up and down the stairwell filling the entire temple with the light of the goddess.
When we finally break our kiss, the three priestesses giggle escorting us to breakfast. Entering the dining hall, there are two head tables Father and Granite are giving the telling of our mission the day before. Ben walks over to us, leading us to a table near the King’s table. After Father and Granite finish the story, Ben turns to me and says, “A boring mission right.”
Laughing I say, “It had a bit of suspense, then a little excitement when we dropped the jar.”
Ruth giggles and says, “To hear your father described the ruins they were nearly as large as New Cowan. Now nothing remains after twenty jars explode within their heart.”
Isabel shrugs her shoulders and says, “Perhaps not quite as large as New Cowan, but near. We will need no more than four carpets with crates for the jars to deal with the ships.”
In a quiet voice, I tell Ben, “Look around Ben, there is no fear or worry now. Remember when Gabriel gave the news. How different the faces in this place look to those in the fallen Oak. They see us not as defeated like before, now hope and confidence has displaced despair. It has done more for our victory than anything before.”
Ben looks around then slowly nods his head, as a smile crosses his face. Ruth embraces her husband and gives him a kiss as she says, “Our son will live to grow into a man, my husband.”
Isabel smiles before she says, “The two of you will give him brothers and sisters.”
I realize Ben worries too much, but he does a good job of keeping Isabel and I out of trouble. He sees all the bad things that could come and strives for us to avoid them. He is our true friend and protector. Ben does for me, what I do for the world.
Eldeone smiles and says, “Our actions did not seem so great before, it seemed as what needed doing.”
Jewel giggles, “Spoken like a true hero. Heroes never see their actions as heroic only as necessary.”
Eldeone chuckles and says, “It seems like I was only along for the ride, although I did help place jars.”
I smile and say, “If we had taken longer, you would have to strike down a drow mage. From all the stories, I understand it is not an easy thing.”
Eldeone says, “My sword will taste the blood of the dark ones, sooner or later I will be forced to fight.”
Ben says, “That is assured, but now hope rules where despair did before. We will win this fight together.”
That seemed to set the tone, for not only us but also our entire continent. The three races came together working for our common good.
Be found out of our other seven allies only two were free of the dark influences. Those two were the weakest, and we provided them more in defense than they could us. Therefore, the victory rested on our shoulders.
The only good thing we realized as we watch the port of Izmira that the enemy was gathering their entire forces to move against us. Each day more and more ships arrived, and fewer departed. Now hundreds of ships were in the harbor of Izmira, so many ships were there that others harbor nearby in sheltered coves.
We knew the time drew near, as they begin to load their ships with provisions. It may take weeks before they finish, but I fear that our time is less than what we need.
Isabel and I, along with sparrow have trained many wizards on how to control carpets, Isabel and I have created many in taught others to do the same. Each day new supplies arrive, carpets made by the elves arrive for us to enchant, and arrows and other supplies arrived by the Shipload.
The islands’ forest totally consumed except that the mages replace trees taken. Carpets from the house of Morgan arrive daily carrying the more crucial items. Among the items they carry are the chemicals for the alchemist, the jars, and more food.
Eldeone got a shock. He really likes the dwarves cooking. He and Granite found they both had more in common because of that. I simply said to Eldeone, “It is good to try something new, a few hundred years of eating the same food has to be boring.”
They both found that they like human dishes as well. Humans tend to use different herbs than the elves, making even a similar item like beef or venison taste very different.
Our time in discovery proved too short. We watched as the last ship was loaded, and troops begin to embark, by the map we could since they were all dark men or drow. We knew they would depart on the coming tide. It would give them the deepest draft through the Straits. We had five crates ready, loaded with the shark fins jars.
Gabriel and Bill had their archers ready, ten large carpets holding fifty archers each. Each archer with two hundred arrows at their disposal, along with special arrows magically enchanted to burn through the decks and planks leaving gaping holes in a ship.
It was just past the winter solstice, and the coldest part of the year in New Cowan. North of dead man’s pass the orcs huddled in their encampments. None of their encampments was more than a few thousand orcs, but their fire seen from east horizon to the west. Camped among the orcs where the drow, their rich looking tents a stark contrast to the orcs. The weather there have been cold, and they show no sign of moving until it warmed.
As the first ships departed, we loaded the crates knowing we had a couple hours until the first ships would reach the near end of the Straits of Izmira. Sparrow handed each of us a small mirror, only four inches across with a smile he said, “Each carpet’s commander will have a mirror, and we will coordinate our strikes.”
I began our briefing before we depart knowing we have an hour. I say, “Today we will face the dark ones. The enemy that come in ships to our lands to destroy our people are dark men and drow. They would show us no mercy. Keep your carpets out of their range, rain death upon them by jar or arrow. When they are their most vulnerable, we will strike. Strike them not in hatred. We do this for the love of our people they deserve our protection. Make your shots clean, and their deaths quick. We are few but we are powerful, together we stand, together we fight together we will be victorious!”
Those assembled shout, “TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER!”
We climb aboard our carpets. Sparrow and I open to teleport spells, and the carpets fly through each in two columns.
Sparrow, Brook, Bill, Ben and Ruth are bored one carpet along with a group of archers. Gabriel, Martin and Samuel are bored another carpet with a crate of jars. Gabriel seems have a talent at hitting his mark when directing the two big man. A group of archers also rides with them.
Isabel and I, Eldeone, Chisel and Granite are on one carpet. The carpet is a brilliant red and easy to see even from a great distance. We are to direct the fire from the others carpets, and draw the fire away from them. Eldeone will direct the two dwarves to throw the jars at the proper time. Chisel and Granite insisted on coming, the dwarves having no other representatives in this battle. I warned that the dwarves would have too much responsibility in holding dead man’s pass. Nevertheless, the two are here.
The first ships near the exit of the Straits, one slows to allow the other all of the narrowest part of the channel. Isabel and I dive our carpet moving very quickly we passed by the side of the ship both on leasing lightning bolts that ripped the ship’s planking away. We change our course quickly avoiding the arrows fired from the other ship as the first sinks coming to rest in the center of the channel. The sunken ship’s rigging nearly thirty feet above the water. Several bright colored flags now show on the second ship.
Instead of diving on the ship, Isabel and I fly a crossed had a very high altitude. Eldeone directs Chisel and Granite to toss one of the jars at the proper time, the other carpets are moving into position, three are moving to the rear of the column that enter the straight shortly. The jar hits a deck hatch and it buckles as the jar crashes through. Beneath the deck, an explosion lifts the ship nearly three feet from the water. That ship is on the bottom faster than the one Isabel and I attacked. The third ship of the column tries to sail past, only to be struck by jar when is directly beside the second ship. It sinks quickly and further jams the channel closed.
We can hear explosions from the rear of the column, and rigging seem to sink only a few feet still dragging the ship across the bottom of the channel. There is a wide area in the middle, and ship seemed to try to turn only to run into each other. Cries of panic mark were ships damaged so badly they begin to sink. Now explosions ring out from near the center of the straight, and the panic increases. Some ships tried to lower lifeboats, only to have other ships smash into their side destroying their small craft.
Our archers seem to zero in on the helmsman. Those ships strike the reef having their bottom ripped from them. Some seem to tumble back into the channel their rigging catching other ships. Our enemy is in a panic, there crews abandoning perfectly good ships, the panic sailors preferring to brave the reefs to the unknown enemy.
The battle goes on for a while possibly two hours; very few ships choose to surrender raising a white flag after setting their anchor. Those few ships we ignore. At the end of the battle, we gather our carpets. Upon our gathering, a huge wave crosses the straight caring all ships towards the land. Those at anchor lifted smoothly and deposit inside the reef. Those wrecked seem to choke the channel even more. None of the large ships will be able to sell through for a very long time.
If our carnage had not been bad enough, those who braved the reef now find themselves under attack by sharks. Dark man and drow alike find no shelter from the sharks. We leave them to the faith the gods have chosen for them. Again, Sparrow and I cast our spell of teleportation and we are again above Hound Island.
Landing on the large square, Granite and Chisel happily depart the carpet. As just before we left, the assembled shout, “TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER VICTORY!”
Those gathered to see our arrival echo our cheer.
Father and King Sky call for silence from the steps of the palace. When the gathered crowd following fall silent father begins, “Today we won a great victory. This day shall always be known as our first victory in the name of the allies. All three races took part. All three races can claim victory together!”
The cheer rings out from the assembled, “TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER VICTORY!”
Father and King Sky again call for silence. When the gathered crowd is silent, King Sky begins his speech, “Today our enemy has seen our true power. They found themselves wanting against it. Together we will use that power. Together we will find victory again. Together we will end these cycles of war. Together we will have a final victory and a peace that will last long past our grandchildren’s time.”
The assembled cheer loudly again, “TOGETHER, TOGETHER, TOGETHER VICTORY!”

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Our liberating holiday – part 2

If you have not read Part 1 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read that first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 2.

One For a Millionaire

Long story short I’m horny and in the mood to write a sexy story so I’m just going to jump right in. Thanks for reading! This story has offensive material like rape….. you have been warned! Xoxoxox

Newfound Powers Chapter 1: How it Began

Authors Note: Hey readers, thanks for checking out my first story I’ve decided to up and write. I was reading through a bunch of great stories by incredibly talented authors, and I’ve decided to give one of my ideas, floating in my head, a shot. Please note, there is not much sex in this chapter (there will be more later). Feedback is encouraged so please comment. Also, please mind the themes and if one of them is not for you, please skip this series. Thanks -AngelOFLife
Chapter 1, How it Began…
16 year old Jack was exhausted after his evening marching band practice. It had taken longer than usual because they had their first game to march in soon. So it became one of those Friday nights where one could just stay up late on the couch if you didn’t have a date or a party to go to and couldn’t quite fall asleep.
Jack was pretty easy on the eyes with a 5’8’ frame, wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and well-toned muscles from several years of intense marching. He also doesn’t currently have a girlfriend, but he was working on that.
“Jack! Can you turn the TV down! I’m trying to listen to music!” his sister yelled from upstairs. He lived with his sister and mom in their two story house. It wasn’t a hard life by any standards; they had enough money, they had friends and neighbors, the thing is that his sister is an absolute total bitch to him whenever she could be. So that is how fate had gotten him downstairs, as far away from her as he could be, that set his chain of life altering events in motion.
“Alright! Just be quiet!” he called up, annoyed at her. He grabbed the remote and turned down his show a few notches. Their mom was still at work so they wouldn’t get scolded for yelling. Just as he set down the remote and heard music being turned up from above, a sound rang out from the back yard: PHEEEEEW-BOOOSH! As something slammed into the flower bed outside…
“Holy Shit!” he yelled as he went to the window. He couldn’t see much through the dark as smoke appeared sparks skittered out of the violets near the back corner. He ran to the door not even considering telling his sister. He fumbled a moment with the lock and jogged outside.
Shit I forgot a flashlight he thought silently scolding himself. However it didn’t matter he realized because miniature fires had started in the crater illuminating the ghastly view. He was now sure the object had at least passed through the atmosphere as ash and dirt caked the crater. The object itself was something to be marveled; it had honey comb shaped holes all through it perfectly symmetrical in all ways. It also appeared to be made out of a black metal that almost seemed so dark as to absorb the light around it.
He cautiously eyed it and slowly moved his hand over the small alien object. His hand suddenly felt icy cold on his palms. Not as if the object were radiating cold, but almost as if they were freezing of their own accord. What the hell is this thing? He nearly said aloud. Then he reached down and grabbed it. Nothing happened. He slowly picked it up to eye-level. It was fairly heavy but it was almost as if it had no temperature, no heat or cold met his hand.
Then the nightmare began… It began as a slow trickling melt. The orb slowly melted around his hand and by the time he noticed what was happening, it was too late. He tried to scream for help, for his sister, for anyone at this point but he couldn’t hear his own voice! He tried to shake it off but it only helped it to mold around his hand even more.
He was a maniac at this point trying everything to get it off as it slowly spread up his arm… He couldn’t tell where or when he collapsed because the last thing he remembered was the black plasma completely covering him almost in a third skin and it finally finished by covering his head…
He woke up in pure white. Almost like a cloud-like state in a dream. His thoughts were short and blissful. This really must be the afterlife he thought in complete acceptance. That thought kept turning over in his head when suddenly; he felt a pin-prick on his wrist. Then his leg. Then his cheek. They started spreading and increasing in both frequency and intensity. Through all this he felt he was being watched in a million places from every direction. As if some invisible sentinel were observing him calmly through Jacks bodily torture of prin-pricks. Just when he thought he couldn’t bear any more, he awoke in a hospital bed realizing the white he saw around him in the vision was just the blurred white walls and ceiling of the hospital. He also later learned the prin-pricks on his skin were just all his nerves coming to life at once.
Timed seemed so distant and irrelevant to Jack as he lay in his hospital bed watching doctors, nurses, friends, and family enter and exit out of his room. They told him he’d had a concussion and quite possibly a seizure. Her sister had apparently found him lying in the flower bed unconscious and in an unexplainable crater.
The words three months rolled over and over in his mind. Damn that’s a lot of classwork to make up, he thought to himself. That might be the least of his worries as he had physical therapy and he had to rework his voice.
But it was in the first three days that the occurrences started happening. The doctors discharged him after a day in the hospital as moderate sleep-walking and they gave him some nightly medications. He quickly stopped using them however because deep down he knew what had really caused the scene outside and it scared him. He had just started readjusting back into his life even though it felt like he had been in the sleeping coma for only a normal nights rest. So it occurred to him that it might just be his life readjusting to him instead of the vice-versa.
Anyways, it was on one of these days when he was feeling lazy and called around to his mom in the kitchen, “MOM! Can you make me a couple of PB&J’s?” He shouted this half expecting her to shout back a valid argument as to why he could make his own, when suddenly she popped around the corner, ”certainly” she said, disappearing for a moment then returning with his order . Smug he accepted her sandwiches. “Anything else?” she asked. “That’s all for now slave,” he joked. Yet she replied ‘yes master’ strangely seriously and walked off to her room.
He watched her tight ass in sweatpants saunter away. She was a very sexy redhead and in great shape even in her early forties with two kids. He removed his gaze and turned around to leave only to find his sister watching him with her arms crossed and a grinning. “I see someone’s a little worked up” she said giggling at her own cleverness. She was referring to the obvious tent in his pants. His sister was only a year younger than him at 15 but probably smarter and more mature.
“Hey that’s none of your business,” he blushed trying and failing to cover it.
“So I see you’ve acquired a liking to mom, but what about me?” she teased turning and lightly slapping her ass. Her butt was confined in her tightest short shorts and it wasn’t doing anything to help his erection.
“You better not say anything to her!” he said face reddening.
“Ok, Ok.” She said, “But seriously of all people, why mom?” She asked curiously. “I don’t know. Why are you so curious?” He continued. “But I suppose it’s not really just her though.” He said meekly.
Suddenly she became very aroused at the mere mention of him lusting over her. What is wrong with me, she thought. “Just shuddup and follow me,” she said dragging him upstairs and into her room. She shoved him in and locked the door behind him. “Okay listen to me. This is a one-time thing and to be honest, I have no idea why I’m doing this for you.”
She pushed him back onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Holy shit, he thought, this is actually happening. She slowly removed his shirt and revealed his nicely toned abs and arms. She lowered her head and lightly teased on of his nipples with his tongue which he actually thought felt surprisingly good. Then, she slowly kissed her way down his chest reaching the lining of his pants. With a couple of tugs and wiggling from both parties, she got his jeans off revealing his semi-tented boxers to her.
He considered the idea of maybe his six inch penis would be too small for his sister’s liking and he suddenly wished it would be bigger (it wouldn’t matter because she was pretty much under his control whether he knew it or not). But nonetheless, to his surprise he felt it surge in his boxers.
“Mmmm.” She moaned and rubbed the head of it through his shorts. Lightly kissing the tip, she pulled down his boxers revealing an 8 in. penis that looked to be almost 2 in. in girth. “Whoa,” they both said at the same time. He had never seen his penis so big before and she hadn’t seen a real one, period. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it and tested it. “Wow,” she said “it’s like it’s hard on the inside and mushy on the outside.” Giggling she slowly started to stroke it in an up and down motion eliciting a moan from Jack. He asked her to take her other hand and feel his balls. She complied, fondling them and bringing him even more pleasure.
His sister continued stroking him until she got used to it and then slowly brought her mouth down on him. She copied what she had once seen in a video and parted her lips to accept him in her mouth. She slowly worked her way up and down bobbing her head. Jack had to admit this was one of the single best experiences he had ever felt in his life. She continued bobbing up and down his shaft while letting spit dribble out to cover his dick. As this was only his second blowjob, the first being in a teacher’s restroom at his high school in ninth grade, he was close to cumming and said so. If she heard him she didn’t let him know as she kept sucking. He was at the point of no return “Well ok then,” he said as he grabbed the back of her head, grunted, then released ropes of thick hot semen into her throat which she gladly accepted and swallowed his seed without a word.
She slowly released her mouth and pulled off of him. His sister just stood there for a couple of moments seeming dazed and confused, then suddenly, “What the hell did you do?!” She roared, “I don’t know how you got me to do that and I don’t really care! It will never happen AGAIN! Now get out!”
“Jesus Ok!” And with that he ran into his own room confused with his tail between his legs. Now that he thought about, how did he get a blowjob from his sister and sandwich from his mom? And was it just a coincidence that his dick was getting bigger, or had it in fact grown? These were questions that bugged him, but little did he know he would be receiving the answers very soon.
He laid back on his bed desperate for answers when suddenly his vision blacked and the last thing he saw or felt through his tunneling vision was looking at his hand and feeling detached from his body.
God knows how much time passed until he came to. The first thing he noticed was that he was standing on a black metallic square pattern that seemed to stretch too infinite. The second thing he noticed was that the sky was black and yet he could still see clearly on the endless flat plane he existed on. The last thing he noticed was the man standing in front of him. The man was wearing a plain gray sweater and plain cargo shorts, and like his clothes his features were also pretty generic. Almost like this was who god used to model every human after but with slight differences or added imperfections.
“Hello Jack.” The man said.
“I’m dreaming aren’t I?” Jack replied.
“No, not in the sense you’re talking about. I created this dimension so we could talk in private. My name is (garbled noise that can’t be repeated in any human language). It doesn’t have a direct translation but the closest meaning in Humani English would be… Well it would be ‘The Angel of Life’,” He said grinning.
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SaM’s Place – Chapter 14 of 15 Psycho Bitch

Evelyn is invited to join a very exclusive club, but she must first be interviewed by the admissions committee and explain why she deserves to be a part of SaM’s very exclusive club. The series begins with her first night at the club and then progresses through the stories she tells the committee to prove she is worthy to become a permanent part of SaM’s Club. The stories are better understood if you have read the previous chapters, but each chapter stands more or less on its own. In Chapter fourteen, Evelyn tells the last of ten tales to show her superiority as a true Mistress.

Money is Power (part 6)

Mindy finished in bathroom, yelled that she would be right back and was out the door. I’m supposed to be pretending I’m asleep.
Yeah, at this point in time it doesn’t make sense to me either.
Mindy and I are in Las Vegas. We are co-workers, and have been for more than a decade. Working in different departments we have had little contact in that time. I was very aware of Mindy and her sexy body. She knew me, but was never more than polite until just over a week ago.
It was then that Mindy came to visit me in my office with a problem. She needed $30,000 to repay money she had borrowed, without asking, from her church building fund. Her boyfriend, and co-homeowner, is the church treasurer and knows nothing about the “borrowing”. He also doesn’t know that Mindy gambled the money away in the Colorado casinos. I had recently come into enough money that I was quitting the company. I agreed to give her the 30 grand, if she would be my sex slave for the weekend. She was less than thrilled (pissed actually), but very desperate to keep her relationship and freedom. Desperation won out, and here we are.
Today is Saturday, late morning. Mindy was to have found a creative way to wake me up this AM, but she forgot. So, I just spent the last 20 minutes using my hand and a ping pong paddle to make sure her ass, and the rest of her, would not forget again. Towards the end of her spanking she convinced me to stop beating her very shapely ass; by saying she would find a creative way to wake me up, like she should have. My hard-on overruled me, and here I lay.
I’m not tired, as I had slept for 10 hours. I had already been up to pee. I am hungry. I am bored. My hard-on had dropped to Def Con 2, as the minutes have dragged by. Fantasizing about what is to come isn’t working.
You see, Mindy is 37 (10 years younger than I am), but could pass for 27. She has round, c-cup breasts, on a medium frame. Mindy’s tits have the most delicious looking erasure nipples this side of the Playboy mansion. In heels, her long, tanned, and gym-enhanced legs look to on forever, and her high, heart-shaped ass, causes men to get slapped back to eyes-forward whenever she walks by.
In the past 18 hours I have tapped that three times, including cuming in her ass twice, spanking her once, making out with her half naked in the elevator, using a vibrating egg to get her off in the restaurant downstairs, and made her run naked to our room. I’m pretty much living the fantasy.
I hear door open and think “Finally” and so does Bruno. He is instantly trying to peek up to see what she is up to. Mindy walks over, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and says
“Just a few more minutes, stud. I need to get ready.”
“Shit!” I think. I’m tired of waiting. My cock is suggesting that I just grab her, bend her over the bed, and fuck her as I knead her firm breasts. But, after three orgasms in 2/3 of a day, his appetite is more under control. So I just reply, with eyes closed and feinting sleep;
“This better be good. I am dying to bring out the riding crop.”
“It will be.” she says with a slight quiver, betraying the apprehension she has about her plan.
I hear her walk away, close the bathroom door, and then the shower comes on.
“Oh, hell no”. I’m thinking. “A few more minutes, my ass.”
I’m starting to work up a little anger, when an idea occurs to me. I should be videoing some of this action. I don’t why I didn’t think of this before. It’s all happened so fast. Plus as I have been violating every orifice of her body as fast as I could get it up; there hasn’t been a lot of blood in my brain.
But, now with a few clear minutes it hit me. After this is all said and done, Mindy and I are back on even terms. In theory she could try to make some sort of issue of what we are doing, later on. I mean I could too, but you never know who might have more to lose by then. Not to mention I am sure I would love to relive some of this fantasy when we get back home.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone and iPod. Yes, I still have an iPod. I like it, and it has video capabilities. I figure I will get a couple of angles and zoom levels. It takes me about ten minutes to get everything set up. I finish about the time the shower stops. I was married for twenty five years, so I know that she isn’t done. But, I am surprised that it is only about five more minutes before I hear the door open, and Mindy walks out.
I had already gotten back into bed, with the covers to my waist. I’m facing out, eyes closed, on the side that faces the bathroom. My senses were on high alert, and so was my dick. We both had no idea what to expect, but we both had high hopes. I could feel Mindy put her weight onto the bed, in two spots. I assumed she was about to lean over me. That was confirmed when something lightly touched the top of my cheek, and left something behind. I was about to open my eyes, when Mindy whispered.
“Shhhhhh. Keep you eyes closed, baby. I have your breakfast ready. Just roll onto your back. Shhhhhhh”
I did as I was told, and I felt her slowly move the covers off my body, turning my tent into just a tent pole. She climbed on top, straddled me, and I felt her stop just short of my very hard cock, and then shift her weight forward.
“Open your eyes.” She said softly.
I did and there to greet me were Mindy’s beautiful, bare, breasts. The left one was dangling just an inch from my mouth, and both nipples were hidden by a dollop of whipped cream.
“Are you hungry, stud?” she asked in a sexy voice she had not used with me before.
I was and I licked the closest tit, while both of my hands rose to grab one each. I was careful not to disturb breakfast with my hands. I wanted all of that creamy goodness in my mouth. I licked again, and then rose up to engulf her hard, erect nipple into my mouth. The sweetness of the whipped cream, and the hardness of the nipple mixed together to produce a response that I almost could not control. Instead of the near reflexive biting down, I just lightly caressed it with my teeth. I felt her shiver slightly, and then I pulled back.
She guessed, correctly, that I wanted the other breast’s treat, and I went at this one with more gusto. I licked her nipple, hard, like a child with his ice cream. I took most of my own cream treat with the first swipe. I continued licking, this time around the edges, still catching her erect nub with my tongue. Both hands were now busy squeezing and kneading each breast, feeling their fullness and weight. With the whip cream gone from the second, I went back to the first to insure I had missed nothing, and enveloped that nipple again. Mindy moaned, just slightly under her breath.
“I’m still hungry” I said
Motioning to the bedside table, she said “There is plenty more. Do you want to me to do the honors?”
I didn’t answer her, as I leaned over to get the bowl of whipped cream. When I was back into position, she leaned closer allowing her firm melons to dangle closer to me. Rather than use the spoon, I decided to let gravity take care of it, and I dipped each nipple into the bowl and set it to the side.
This time I took as much breast, nipple and whip cream into my mouth as I could and sucked deeply. I drank in the sweet cream and felt the half inch nub glide over my tongue and lips as I swallowed. Then I greedily attacked it again, this time with the intent of suckling like a pig, while mauling her melon with my hand. Finishing, I turned to her other breast and with two aggressive licks I had most of the cream vanquished leaving the nipple bare for my next assault. Again I could not resist a long pull on Mindy’s ripe breast. Sucking on them, while also alternating between gentle squeezes and rigorous massages sent waves of pleasure that culminated in a cry for release from my groin.
But, as delicious as Mindy’s breast had been, I wanted to taste her lips and tongue. These did not need the flavor of whipped cream. Mindy’s may not have done a great job giving head, but I had found out that she could kiss. I intertwined one hand in her hair and pulled her down to meet me. She opened her mouth willingly and our tongues began to dance and play. My hands, unable to enjoy Mindy’s breasts in this position, caressed her back, hips, and one found her well reddened, and slightly swollen, backside and gave it a squeeze.
Mindy winced from the jab of pain, but did not break our embrace. My hands continued their travels all over her body, occasionally stopping to feel the heat of her ass and to give her butt cheeks a gentle massage. I really loved Mindy’s ass.
I reached down to try to guide Mindy onto my cock, but she broke our clench, leaned back to an upright position and asked with a pronounced pouty voice.
“Aren’t you still hungry? I made sure to get you a clean plate to eat from.”
I followed her eyes down to her now hairless pussy. That shower had not been a waste of time. As horny as I was, the thought of eating Mindy’s pussy full of whipped cream was irresistible. I reached for the bowl, as Mindy rolled over on to her back and spread her legs for me to take in the sight. And what a sight it was. The lips of her labia were swollen in anticipation and glistened with her own juices. The baldness of her pussy uncovered and enhanced her evident desire. It seemed to cry out, ‘My defenses are gone. Take me’. I moved over in between her legs and reached in with my head. I gave her clit a flick with my tongue. She jumped, and then moaned out.
“Eat me. Please eat my pussy. Do it now, please”
I dipped the spoon into the creamy fluff and came away with a nice measure. I hovered over my target and let gravity be my spatula. The cream oozed off and then landed with a silent plop right at the top of her pussy. I waited for just a second, as it started to slide, down and then used two fingers to smear it around her blood engorged pussy.
Then I began my tongue maneuvers between Mindy’s legs. I worked my tongue outside in, going around and around her opening. As my tongue filled with cream, I swallowed it and savored the combined sweetness of the whipped cream and the honey of Mindy’s own juice.
Mindy moaned in pleasure, and squirmed with anticipation.
“What do you want me to do?” I teased.
“God! Keep going! Eat my pussy! Lick up that cream!”
With the outside devoid of white, I made one pass starting just above her little rosebud, and licked right up the middle, ending with another flick of her clit. There was a long moan following that flick. I worked around the top of her pussy, avoiding the little pea, and driving her crazy with anticipatory pleasure. Then I licked each side of her lips, slowly, with just a bit more than the tip of my tongue cleaning all of the whipped cream away.
With this accomplished I began my probe on the inside of her pussy, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. I began down at the bottom of her opening, and moving it in and out, trying to both gain depth and spread her apart with my mouth muscle. I slowly worked my way up to the top and began a direct assault on her pussy nub with my tongue.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to cry.
I did not stop, licking her clit directly, for just a moment and then focusing on the areas all around her little pea. Every few seconds, I would add a lick or a flick to her clit. Each time I was rewarded with an involuntary twitch or a moan. I went about bringing her anxiety level up and up, adding a little more attention to her nub, with each cycle. But it was when I put my clenched teeth on it and started to hum that pushed her over the edge and she cried out
Oh Jeez! Oh! Oh! I’m…….I’m cumming!
With that she clenched her legs around my head, and I got an idea of how she must have felt when I held my cock down her throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t panicky. I was impressed by the duration of this orgasm. She released my head, and I crawled up between her legs, stopping to lick a stray wisp of cream from her glistening stomach and getting side tracked long enough for a little nipple play. Then I was lying on top of her, face to face.
“I’m full. But, you look hungry to me.” I said.
She grinned, and as I rolled off her, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the bowl, and moved to the bottom of the bed to approach my very erect rod from that angle. Mindy decided to take an aggressive approach. She swooped her hand into the whipped cream, and grabbed my cock with that hand, in one motion. The white sweetness went everywhere, including my balls. She moved her sticky hand down around to cup them for a fast second and then began her own oral assault.
With a light grip established she leaned and took me into her mouth to just past the head. She wrapped the underside of my organ with her tongue, and then slid slowly down, like Bruno was a cherry popsicle. She kept going down until I touched the back of her throat. I felt her swallow the accumulated whipped cream. Then she began to lick the underside of my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure each time her warm touch caressed my member. She withdrew completely and turned her attention to my balls, where she tried to clean up all of the white mess that she had made. I squirmed with arousal, wanting her to take me back into her mouth. I waited only a few seconds longer before directing her back to my cock, where she took me at once.
Once I was inside her mouth, Mindy began to slide my cock in and out while maintaining both suction and her tongue on the underside of it. The up and down motion combined with Mindy’s tongue sliding up and down the underside of me, felt incredible. I was starting to lightly thrust, and had Mindy’s hair in one hand. My other was fondling one of Mindy’s hanging breasts, alternating between kneading her melon, and rolling her erect little erasure. I was beginning to lose it.
Mindy felt me start to tense, and grabbed the base of my cock. She squeezed firmly, but it did not hurt. She then straddled my cock and I felt the warm, silky wetness of her pussy, as I easily slid inside her. She waited only a moment to savor the fullness before she started to gyrate up and down. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down. Their momentum was arrested at the bottom of each bounce, causing a slight shutter before she ascended again. I could only endure that sight for a few strokes before both her breasts were in my hands, being manhandled and fondled.
I pulled her into me so I could enjoy sucking her nipples while she bobbed endlessly on my rod. My now free hands worked their way up and down her back, finding her ass. I slid my hands all the way down to cup the cheeks of Mindy’s fine bottom. After squeezing them for a few moments, I grabbed hold and arrested her up and down motion, while I was mostly out of her pussy. I then began thrusts of my own, rising to ram into her suspended cunt, all the while squeezing that fine ass cheeks.
Taking control had thrown the switch, triggering the start of my orgasm, but I caught it time. I still had one more hole to fill. I released Mindy’s ass, worked my hands up, to her head and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. As I released her, I whispered.
“Put me in you ass.”
She hesitated for just a beat and then found herself and replied
“OK, stud.”
“Tell me you want in your ass” I said in a louder voice.
“I want you in my ass” she repeated, not quite as enthusiastic as I wanted. I knew that her butt was sore from both the spanking and the earlier reaming. I decided to add a little incentive.
“You want me to add stripes to your sexy bottom, instead” I whispered.
“No!” she said just a little too quickly. She recovered herself and then said, in her best sexy whisper, emphasizing the word “fuck” each time
“No, stud. I want you to fuck my tight ass. Fill me up. Fuck my ass!”
“Much better” I thought as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and began to line it up for a rectal plunge. I felt her tighten and wince slightly as my cock touched her little starfish. Then she slowly applied pressure until I began to breech her tight opening.
She drew in a gasp as I made it past her outer ring. Not being patient, I began to apply pressure to her hips trying to force her down faster. She resisted
“Ow! Ow! “Let me relax first!” she replied.
Not liking her having this much control I pulled out and told her to beg me to fuck her ass from behind.
“Do me from behind! Fuck my ass! Please fuck me ass!” she moaned.
She really did not want that riding crop to flay her already tender bottom, wide open.
She got off of me, got on her hands and knees, and dropped her face to the bed, sticking her red and inviting ass in the air. The she added, while starting to slowly rub her clit.
“Do me! Do my tight little ass!”
Impressed, I lingered just long enough to grab the KY jelly from the night stand, and applied a liberal amount to my shaft, and added a little to her awaiting orifice. Having just penetrated her ass, I did not hesitate once my cocked touched her opening and I was able to get past the outer muscle with little trouble. Feeling the now familiar tightness of Mindy’s ass squeezing my shaft, I slowly, but persistently, pushed in. I felt the tightness that was at the head of my organ, envelope it, as I drove all the way to the bottom of Mindy’s ass.
I lingered for a couple of moments to take in the sight. My cock was buried as far as it would go in Mindy’s bung hole. I could see her, eyes closed and mouth part way open. Mindy was looking to the right side with an expression half way between pleasure and pain, on her angelic face. Her weight rested on her left side, as her right arm disappeared beneath her body. The flexing of the muscles in that arm and shoulder told me she was working her pussy as hard as she could, not waiting for me.
“Talk to me” I said
“Ooooh, that feels good. Hurry! Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Make me cum!”
I began to slowly pump her in and out. I felt her pick up the pace of her own manipulations, striving to both bring about pleasure and forget that her ass was now being stretched well out shape.
“Do you like having a dick in your ass?” I asked in an authoritarian voice.
“Yes. Ohhhhh Yes. It feels so goooooood. Faster! Make me feel it!”
That was no problem and I picked up the base, giving an extra thrust as I bottomed out. Each time I hit home, I felt my balls bounce off her fingers, and I felt the rapid rhythm she had developed. She was finger fucking her pussy, much faster than I was doing her ass. This was bringing her to fruition much faster that I was and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and all but stop me in place.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
I fought through her muscle contractions with a few thrusts and then felt her release me, as her orgasm waned. Mindy’s ass still held me tightly, but I was now free to pump mercilessly. So released, I began to pound her ass just as hard as I could, using her hips as my fulcrum to leverage myself deep into her anal canal. I felt the beginning of my climax, and after being denied twice already, there was no stopping me now.
Mindy sensed what was coming and was now merely trying to survive the pounding her ass was receiving. She relaxed as best she could, and I could see the pained looked on her face and hear the soft grunt each time I bottomed out.
“Awwwwwww Shit!” I exclaimed as my balls tightened. With the beginning of my first rope, I pulled her hips deep into me and met them with a powerful final thrust. I held her ass against me as I felt one, two, and three ejaculations fill her ass. I continued with tiny thrusts trying to find another fraction of an inch of Mindy’s incredibly tight ass. But, there was a limit to her depths and I had found it. A few grunts and small gasps escaped Mindy as she held tightly to the blankets with two clenched fists, and buried her face in the mattress.
For what seemed like a full minute I held both hips tight against me as my wave of pleasure flooded over me and then passed. Then with an exhale, I slowly pulled back and watched as I inched back out of her back door. When my softening member came out, I reached underneath, found a breast handhold, and rolled us into a spoon position.
“Oh fuck!” I said “That was the best breakfast in bed I have ever had.
As she caught her own breathe, and likely letting the pain subside, she indulged me, gaining a few points in process by replying
“My pleasure, stud. But, I don’t think my little ass will ever be the same again.”
I just smiled as I mindlessly squeezed her breast.

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