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Ticonderoga – Episode 3: Awakenings

I am sorry this installment to so long to get out. I am up to my eyebrows in projects right now.
It is time to wake up a mouse and hopefully she wont cause as much trouble as a rat…
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I was sitting at the computer; Jazz Hands had managed to hook up an old fashioned keyboard to it. I reached forward and typed out, *Mighty Mouse, are you here?* then sat back to watch.
One by one the keys pressed down, *Y-E-S*.
“Can you hear me when I talk?” I asked out loud.
*Yes*
“OK, that is great! We have a problem. Melons has been examining the data on your sleep couch. It seams that when you went to sleep all of your synapses were wide open as if you were in very high thought activity. She is afraid that if she thaws you out, your mental state may cause collapse. Most people were drugged to be frozen to keep brain activity at a minimum.”
*I was trying to project.*
“What does project mean?”
*I had been reading about astral projection, I was trying to project out of my body. I didn’t take the pills.*
“Ok, young lady, here is the choices as we see them. We could pack your container in an evac pod and send you back to earth. It would take about two years for you to get there. They might be able to wake you up safely.”
*No*
“Okay, next choice, we can leave you the way you are and you act as part of the crew in this form.”
*No*
“Third choice is, we can attempt to wake you up. We do not know what the effects will be on you though.”
*Flood tank with Imoby gas, then wake me. Most of my mind is not with me or I could think clearer. Imoby should do the trick.*
“We haven’t made imoby gas for almost a hundred years because of the effects on the brain with repeated exposure.”
*no repeated, no problem.*
“Are you sure? Melons says this could possibly take your mind away completely. You would be a vegetable.”
*Wake me.*
“We will be ready in one hour.”
*Thank you.*
I walked out into the main part of the medical lab, “Melons, she suggests Imoby gas to knock her out as she wakes up. I think she believes it will open the synapses and stop the brain deterioration.”
“That might work. I will need the command to unlock the energy solidifiers.” She aid while looking over the top of her monitor screen.
“Computer?”
“Yes you gorgeous hunk of man,” the computer said in a sultry voice.
“Put Jazz Hands on report until he restores your normal voice.” I said with more than a bit of irritation in my voice. Melons was giggling behind me the whole time.
“Yes, Master, your willing slave will do as you say, but if I don’t will you punish me severely later?” The computer replied in that same sultry voice. I had to admit the voice had me envisioning a sex goddess in leather restraints.
“Unlock the energy solidifiers for medical lab for the next hour. Inventory and log all supplies created.”
“Master, your voice makes this slave so hot, take me now.” The computer said as Melons actually fell out of her chair laughing.
I slapped the com unit on the wall. “Jazz Hands, fix that fucking computer voice now or you will be wearing a red shirt on our next planet fall.” I slapped the com unit off and walked away without waiting for an answer. I turned to Melons, “Call me when you are ready, I want her stuff and me to be waiting on her when she wakes up.
“Yes, Master, you have me so hot right now.” Melons replied while trying not to laugh.
I walked out of the med lab shaking my head. One of these days I was going to have to outlaw practical jokes. I had a little time and we were traveling without any need for me on the bridge, so I pointed my feet towards the lounge and started walking. Stress relief sounded wonderful right now.
I walked into the lounge and right into a crowd. I extended my arms to push people out of my way. Demoness, whom had been dancing on the table right next to the door, fell into my arms.
“Nice catch,” she said as she buried her face in my neck and began nibbling.
I started hearing the others around the table muttering about me being a lucky bastard. From snippets of the conversation I learned that Demoness had promised her special to the man that caught her at the end of her table dance.
I am the captain of a starship. That does not mean I am stupid. I carried Demoness towards one of the privacy areas, grabbing one of the fruit drinks as I passed the bar. One of the things about Liskians, they are double jointed as well as being red skinned and haired. This may not seem Important to most people but when we say double jointed we mean double jointed. Their fingers and arms bend both ways at every joint. The legs do as well. Even their back and neck are as flexible as a garden hose. Now think very clearly here. Sex, plus a female contortionist that is flexible enough to lick herself during the act… front or back… Like I said, I am not stupid.
When we entered the small couch room, Demoness reached out and touched the locking panel. Her teeth never left my neck and shoulder as I carried her towards the couch. A started to set her down and her sweet bottom flowed across my hands like liquid silk. I felt her nails sink through the fabric of my shirt and with a ripping sound it gave away and was torn free. She worked her way downward and I felt her teeth nip lightly at my left nipple. I so wanted to rip her clothing off but she was not wearing any.
My pants were gone in the next instant as her fingernails found them. Then her mouth found what they had hidden, my mind went into overload. She guided me backwards until I hit the couch edge. Then she guided me downward never releasing her lip lock on my rapidly hardening cock.
She continued to guide me back until I was lying on the couch. Then with some of the most amazing twisting of her supple body, she brought her crotch up and began to rub her pussy on my cock as she was blowing me. I was nearly on fire. Demoness could feel me building already and brought her hand into the mix. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock and squeezed gently. I felt the pending orgasm seem to halt and stall. I was locked a few strokes away from orgasm. I could not tumble. All I could do was build higher.
Her twisting and flexing continued. Without removing her hand she twisted her body so that her butt was now stroking my cock. If she sat up at this point she would be in a reverse cowgirl position. Then sit up is exactly what she did. As she twisted her delightfully tight pussy slid down onto my cock. The only thing that prevented my orgasm was her fingers locked around the base of my cock.
With another flex of her body her face was now between our legs. I felt her tongue join the mix down there. My excitement had built to the point that I was desperate to cum. I couldn’t achieve that end until she unlocked her fingers. This was unbelievably incredible. I started to move but her legs locked me into place. “Let me do all the work. Just relax and enjoy.”
She rode me and tongued me until I was begging her to let me release. I think she got off on the begging because every time I tried it she would orgasm. I lost track of time the only thing I could think about was the incredible feelings happening between my legs.
“Pig, we are ready to start the awakening process.” Melons said over the intercom system.
My answer was a stream of profanity and moans that sounded like I was dying. When Demoness had heard me summoned she had released her fingers and I exploded. I did not think my orgasm would ever stop. Nearly an hours worth of build up was released like a bomb. Poor Demoness could not even cope with the flow. By my third spurt it was flooding out of her and onto my crotch. Her busy mouth tried to gather the excess but there was too much.
“Captain! Are you alright?!” Melons asked over the intercom.
“I am fine, Melons. Demoness just finished torturing me with one of her specials.” I said weakly as I tried to recover. I did not expect the answer I got in return. I heard laughter, lots of laughter. “Are we on an open channel?”
“Yes, Sir, I wasn’t sure where you were. I figured if you were busy you would be able to answer without touching a com unit.”
“That was very considerate of you. Thank you. I will be there in ten minutes.” I put my face in my hands. Melons had just broadcast my orgasm to the entire ship. Not only that, the recording of a ship wide broadcast is sent back to fleet in the weekly report. I hope Admiral Tigrat enjoys it.
After Demoness and I had gotten cleaned up, I stepped into the energy solidifier booth. My new uniform formed on my body and my eyes went very wide. “Computer, why am I wearing g-string underwear, and leather chaps.”
“I thought they would look good on you, Master.”
“Please replace them with a normal uniform immediately and inform Jazz Hands he is scheduled for a beating this afternoon.”
“Yes, Master.”
—–
“Ok, Melons, let’s get this show on the road.” I said quietly.
“We are not sure what will happen when she starts to wake up. Her mind has been wide open for more than three hundred years.” Melons said as she started the process.
I looked into the isolation room to see Mighty Mouse’s doll floating in the air a couple of feet away from the sleep couch. Nothing happened for the next fifteen minutes. Then suddenly the doll fell to the ground and a scream resounded throughout the ship.
“Sir, Psycho kinetic energy is off the charts! All Bain wave activity is also off the charts! No vital signs are registering! I am going to reverse the process and put her back under!” Melons shouted as she reached for the console.
As Melons’ hand reached for the console, it seemed to hit something solid. There was a force field of some kind over the controls. Then the whole point became moot in an instant. The ship Lurched in space, throwing us all to the floor. The power circuits started to flicker. I managed to get to the com unit and slap it. “Jazz Hands, shut down the engines now, kill the fucking drives!”
“We are traveling at speed; if I shut them down we could get field collapse!”
“Shut them the fuck off, now!”
I felt it more than anything else. There was a shift in our inertia. Then the ship began to shudder and jump like it had hit something. Our drive field was collapsing.
“Sir, the vibrations are going to rip us apart! Hull integrity is down fifteen percent and falling rapidly!” Jazz hands shouted into the com.
“Get damage control on any leaks and keep us in one piece!”
I got back to my feet and moved to the consoles. I called up engineering and power. We were in trouble, Hull integrity was down thirty percent and the compression fields were failing. “Mighty Mouse, the ship is coming apart. Use your ability to hold us together!”
As quickly as I spoke the ship smoothed and stopped vibrating.
“Now, our drive field is collapsing. I need you to try to dissipate the field.”
I watched as the console in front of me changed its configuration. What the hell was she doing? It had called up our historical database. I watched as the last three hundred years of our history rolled across the screen in seconds. Then it switched back to engineering and power. I watched the field monitors drop to zero in just seconds. Then it switched to navigation and a star filled my view screen.
Damn! We had been thrown off course. At current coasting speed we would hit that damn star in twenty two minutes. There was an odd feeling, as if I had physically been taken apart and put back together. I fell to the floor and clutched my stomach. I could hear Melons retching behind me. I had to empty my stomach and so did just about everyone else on the ship. It took me almost five minutes before I could stand again. That was five minutes we could not afford to lose.
When I got to my feet I looked at the navigation screen. The star was gone. I checked our course and the star was more than a light day behind us. Mighty Mouse had teleported the entire ship past the star. I switched the console back to engineering. The engines were at idle and the ship was slowly losing speed. We would drop to sublight speed in about seven minutes.
As the ship slowly returned to normal, I moved over to the med consol.
“The Imoby gas has taken effect. She should wake up in two hours.”
“Call me as soon as she starts to regain consciousness, and be sure to remind me the next time we thaw out a super psychic to have the ship at a dead stop first.”
As I walked towards the bridge, thoughts ran through my mind. I had read somewhere that during psychic research they had discovered that the signature of the drive field could make the psychic stronger. The only problem was everyone they had tried it on had died. Psychic abilities had gone into the crapper as research. It was decided that it was too dangerous to have them on a ship. I may have just turned that danger loose on my ship.
I walked onto the bridge, “Bumpy, Report.”
“All systems on line we should be at sublight speed in about fifteen seconds.” Bumpy responded.
“Phone Call, is there any communications to report?”
“Sir, we have a reply from fleet command.”
“Put it on screen.”
I watched the face of Admiral Tigrat swim into view on the screen. “Captain Graves. It is the decision of command that you are to place MD Roberts sleep pod into a short space evacuation shuttle and return her to earth immediately. I will expect acknowledgment and launch within twelve hours after you receive this communication. End recording.”
Imperious bastard! “Phone Call, record my reply please.”
“Recording, Sir.”
“Admiral Tigrat, as I am the captain of a deep vessel, my understanding is I am beyond fleet’s orders. I have consulted with Miss Roberts and she has chosen to be awoken here. As she is a civilian she is also beyond fleet’s ability to give orders. I will be sending a copy of this communication with your orders attached to fleet investigations. Please feel free to have a nice day. End recording.”
I watched Phone Call lock and code the recording then send it via short space. I knew it would be about six hours before the Admiral got my recording and then six hours for his replay to make it back. I thumbed the com unit on my chair, “Jazz Hands, damage report.”
“Sir, it will be about twelve hours before we are ready to be underway again. I have crews going out to fix some hull damage and we need to let the engines cool down before we can do a maintenance check.”
“Very good, do not restart the engines without my orders…” As I spoke I looked up at the view screen. There was a blueprint of a head band and schematics. Across the bottom of the screen was written the legend, ‘Needed before engines get turned on’. “Jazz Hands, Grab your tools and meet me in med bay. Bring a portable energy solidifier.” If there was one thing I knew, Mighty Mouse was trying to help.
—–
“What exactly are we building?” Jazz Hands asked as he was using the energy solidifier to manufacture some of the pieces.
“My guess is it is an inhibiter of some kind. The drives create some kind of feedback that jumps her power level up. Too much of it for too long and it will kill her.”
“How will we know if it works?”
“She will tell us when she wakes up.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“I have no idea. We may have to refreeze her to protect her.” I dreaded the thought of that. According to all the medical history, refreezing after less than seventy-two hours was deadly. We had to make this thing work right the first time. Then an idea struck me. “Get down to engineering and shut down everything. I want us dead in space. Life support only. I even want the high point generators shut down. We will run on battery until we know if this works.”
“If I shut down the high points it will take twelve hours to get them back into operation.”
“Get on it. As soon as everything is shut down start the restart on the high points.”
As Jazz Hands left, Melons spoke from behind me. “Sir, she is starting to stir. I am registering high levels of pain in her body.”
“Open the door to the isolation room.” I said as I was tightening the last screw into place on Mighty Mouse’s new headband.
“Sir, I cannot let…”
“Open the fucking door.” I moved towards the door and squeezed through it as it was opening. I ran to the side of the sleep couch and hit the controls to open it. Mighty Mouse was thrashing in her sleep. I held her down and slipped the headband on her head. It was set to maximum. At the instant the headband slipped into place two things happen. The first was that the lights all switched to emergency lighting. The second was that Mighty Mouse quit thrashing. “Melons, report is she in any pain?”
“I am not registering any pain, sir. I think though you should ask her.”
I looked down into the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. She was looking up at me when Melons came into the room with some water and pills. “You need to take these, they will help your system re-stabilize and adjust to the changes since you went to sleep.”
The look of bewilderment on Miss Roberts face confused me. Did her memories not stay with her? Had they been lost when she was awoken? Then she spoke for the first time.
“I am sorry, Captain Graves, I am having a little trouble assimilating three hundred years worth of memories. I believe you owe me a handshake and a welcome to the crew.”
I smiled and extended my hand. “Millany Denise Roberts, welcome to the crew. I am glad to have you aboard.”
“Thank you, sir. It seems I have a lot to learn. When I went to sleep I had just learned to astral project. Three hundred years of doing it has made me a little stronger than I was.”
“Melons, how long before I can show her where her quarters are and get her situated?”
“Give me an hour to give her a physical. I will send her to the bridge when I am done.”
—–
I waited on the bridge. It had been more than an hour. The door slid open and onto the bridge stepped Mighty Mouse. She came to me and stood in front of me. Then she saluted, “Millany Denise Roberts reporting for duty, Sir.”
“Miss Roberts, I have entered you into the records as a civilian advisor. There is no need for you to salute. I would however like for you to lean as much about this ship as possible. If you would be so kind as to report to Phone Call, she will start teaching you the communications console. I know you must be worn out from your experiences so when you get tired let me know and I will show you your quarters.”
“I am aware of the location of my quarters, sir. I was there when you were setting them up. I sent my bag there already.”
“Would you be so kind as to join my wife and I for dinner tonight? I would love to actually be able to talk to you.”
“I would be delighted.”
—–
I lie in bed that night. My wife and I had a marvelous dinner with Mighty Mouse. I found her to be so mature and so childlike at the same time. After dinner she had retired to her quarters and my wife and I had gone to our bed. An hour later we fell into a pleasantly relaxed sleep. We had made love and truly shared what had grown between us.
I rolled over in my drowsy state and put my arm around a small warm body. I smiled to myself. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep in your own bed?”
“Yes, Sir, please don’t make me go back there.”
“Is your room not good enough?
“It is fine. I have been alone for three hundred years. I just don’t want to be alone any more.”
I reached over in my sleep and touched my wife’s shoulder. “Baby, we have a guest in our bed. No surprises tonight.”
Millishia rolled over and looked at the small girl between us. Then she smiled and put her arm around Millany and we both fell asleep holding this dear child.
—–
The com panel in our room came to life. “Sir, There is an emergency communication from Admiral Tigrat.”
I climbed out of the bed and walked to the panel. After thumbing it to life I replied, “Pipe it through to here.”
There was a flash and then Admiral Tigrat’s very angry face showed on the view screen. “Captain Graves, if you do not place her refrigeration couch on a short space pod and have it on its way back I will declare you an enemy of the fleet. You have twelve hours to comply.”
From behind me I heard Mighty Mouse clear her throat. “May I answer him?”
I didn’t see what it would hurt so I nodded and stepped out of the way.
Millany stepped up to the console and started the record button. “Admiral Tigrat, I am so happy to meet you. Let me first be so kind as to answer your request for my presence on earth. FUCK OFF! Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I would like you to know I intend to have all these communications sent to every law firm on earth. I am sure one of them would be very pleased to bring legal actions against you on my behalf. Especially when I tell them they can keep one hundred percent of the gains. I am a civilian and as such am not under military jurisdiction. In other words your commands mean as much to me as the instructions on a box of toothpicks. Now, I request that you please be so kind, as to trim that grotesque mustache before you send another message. It looks like you have a caterpillar fucking your nose. Thank you in advance for not offending my young eyes anymore.” She then stopped the recording while I busted up laughing.
I stepped up to the com panel. “Bridge, Please be so kind as to send copies of these communications to all law firms as well as newspapers on earth. Also send it as a private message to Lieutenant William Carnal with JAG.”
I thumbed off the com unit and headed for the shower. “Mighty Mouse, you might want to go get showered and dressed for the day. Unless I miss my guess we will be ready to fire up the generators in about thirty minutes. Go get ready and meet me in the med bay.”
—–
“Okay, this is what we are going to do. Jazz Hands is going to bring the generators on line at low power. Once they are operating if you feel anything happening let me know so he can shut them down again.” I looked down at Mighty Mouse lying on the med couch.
“Yes, Sir, it may take a few moments for me to make adjustments in my headband. Give me one minute before you panic.” She lay back and closed her eyes.
I walked over to the com unit and punched up engineering. “Jazz Hands, we are a go, bring bank one online.” I walked back over to the couch leaving the com line open.
It came on like something had hit the ship. There was a shuddering and that whole craft seemed to lurch to one side. I watched Mighty Mouse reach up and touch the side of her headband. The ship started to vibrate badly. Then there was a lurch that slammed me to the floor. “Jazz Hands!” I shouted over the din. Then everything was quiet. “Is the generator still running?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Bring it up slowly to ten percent.”
There were minor vibrations from the ship. Mighty Mouse continued to touch the side of her head band. When everything was quiet again, I called out, “twenty percent.”
The vibrations were much softer this time. We repeated this till the generators were operating at one hundred percent. “Okay, Jazz Hands, get damage control crews out and give me a ship status in one hour. We will start the engines tomorrow.”
After I closed the com channel I moved back over to the med couch. “Mighty Mouse, I have thought of a potential problem and I would like your input.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“First I would like to ask you to call me Pig. That is my call sign for the crew. They gave it to me because of my initials. Now, for the problem, what happens if that headband comes off in your sleep?”
“I am going to have Melons use surgical glue to affix it to my head for right now. Once we have the settings correct, I will design a permanent implant version of it.”
“What if it needs adjustments after it is implanted?”
“I will be able to adjust it using telekinesis.”
“What if you are unconscious and it needs adjustment.”
“I will make an adjustment tool that Melons can use to adjust it in emergencies and teach her how to read and adjust it.”
One of these days I was going to get used to having a genius on the ship. That wasn’t today though. “You have already thought all this through haven’t you?”
“Yup.”
“One last question, do you think the pulse drives will affect you?”
“I don’t think so. They don’t work on the Roberts principal. They are an ion thrust systems.”
—–
We were on the move again. Yes we were traveling sub light speeds but at least we weren’t sitting still. I was sitting in my chair daydreaming about the exciting life of being a ships captain. Really fucking exciting it turned out to be. It was moments of extreme panic, broken up by weeks of endless boredom. As I mused, a bright flash passed by the ship and a point of light traveled out to explode some distance in front of us. What the hell! That was a torpedo.
“Pig, we have an incoming communication from the UPS Darwin.” Phone Call called out from her station at communications.
“Put it on screen.”
A face swam into view on the view screen. “Captain Graves, This is Captain Richards of the Darwin. You are hereby notified you are under orders to turn MD Roberts over to our custody for transport back to Earth. In ten minutes we will open fire.” Then before I could even respond the screen went black.
I turned to Mighty Mouse sitting at the science station. She was hooking a wire from her headband to the console. “Mighty Mouse, I have to have full power to have a chance of fighting them.”
“Fire up the engines now.”
I slapped the com unit on my chair. “Jazz Hands, emergency start the engines. I need full power now.”
“Sir we will…”
“Now! Fire up those fucking engines or we are all going to be needing gravestones.”
A minute later the ship lurched and started shaking like it was in a tornado. Then Mighty Mouse screamed and fell limp in her chair. I ran to her and was getting ready to tell jazz hands to cut the engines. I looked up at the view screen for her station. I was looking through her eyes but she was not on the bridge. She was running through the ship towards the shuttle bays.
“What is she doing?” Marijuana asked from beside me.
“I have no idea. She has nine minutes to get it done though.” I touched the com panel again, Tactical teams, report to weapons fire stations. Security, get armed and ready to repel boarders. Medical, prepare for casualties. We are now under war status. Keep all lines of communications open. Engineering, we are going to need everything we have, get all the backups online now.”
I looked back at the screen. Mighty Mouse had made it to the shuttle bay. I watched as she ran towards the door and then jumped through the force field into space. Oh god! She had leapt out without a space suit, what the hell was she doing? Then it hit me, she was out of body. She did not need a space suit. I watched as she seemed to fall behind the ship and then I saw it. The Darwin was closing on us like a shark.
Reports started coming in people were in battle positions. We had seven minutes before they would open fire. The Darwin was sent out six years before us. It was designed to give its crew the best chance for survival. She had three times our armor and five times our weapons. In a straight fight we would be toast before the Darwin even felt it.
I looked at the clock, we were as ready as we were ever going to be and still had three minutes left. I looked over to the view screen. Mouse had made contact with the Darwin. She just walked right through the hull and was in the ship. She was now moving towards engineering. “Mighty Mouse, I don’t know if you can hear me. That ship has a major vulnerability. There is a single cable conduit in engineering that all weapons and engine control is routed through. If you can somehow damage that we have a chance of getting away.”
For some reason Might Mouse dodged into one of the crew quarters. There she picked up a marking pen off of the desk and wrote on top of the desk, “Show me where.” Then she continued running towards engineering.
As I was describing the conduit and where it could be found, Mighty Mouse stopped in front of a door that said security on it. She stepped through the door and started to poke her face into cabinets. She found what she was looking for and passed her hand through the cabinet lock. The door popped open as if it had not been locked. From the cabinet she pulled two Pulse Impact Grenades. Those would damage the conduit for sure.
“Sir the Darwin is closing to firing position.” Mountain said from the tactical station.
I needed to buy Mighty Mouse some time. How could I get them off my back long enough? “Phone Call, open a channel to the Darwin.”
I stepped in front of the main view screen. “Captain Richards, This is Captain Graves of the Ticonderoga. I regret to inform you that Admiral Tigrat has been arrested on charges of treason by high command. All ships are required to report their orders from Admiral Tigrat to UP investigations. Any ship acting on his orders without clearing them first is to be considered rogue.” I then motioned for the channel to be closed. Two could play the I-am-not-waiting-for-a-reply game.
I looked back at the science console. Mighty Mouse was in the engineering section. “To the left is the conduit set. It is the largest conduit in that group.” I watched as she moved over and dropped one of the grenades in the midst of the conduits. Five seconds later the engineering section of the ship was rocked by an explosion. Mighty mouse looked back at the mess she had made. All of the conduits were bent and broken. It would take days to fix that mess.
“Sir, the Darwin is adrift in space and spinning out of control.” Mountain reported from the tactical station.
“Have Pot Shot, target their attitude control jets and fire.”
Mighty Mouse had entered one of the drive engines. She was currently in an environment no human could survive even for an instant. I watched her crawl through the access ways until she reached the engine drive core. There she dropped the second grenade. As she crawled back out the ship was rocked by a second explosion. In the flash of an instant the Darwin was permanently crippled. With one of her two drives offline beyond repair she would need a dry dock. The best they could do in space was, getting themselves underway on one drive. That meant half speed. Now we could outrun them with our eyes closed.
“Phone Call, open a channel to the Darwin again.”
Once again I stepped into the view of the view screen. “Captain Richards, You ship is crippled and is days away from moving under it own power again. I would suggest you cease hostilities before we take out your life support system.”
“Damn it, Phillip! What the hell have you done to my ship?!”
“I have used a weapon at my disposal to take out your systems. Now are you ready to talk or do we target your life support?”
“I am just following orders from admiral Tigrat. He said high command wants MD Roberts back on earth as soon as possible.”
“She is a civilian and chooses not to go. High command has no authority over her. Under your current condition you can limp home in four years. Or you can continue hostilities and we can take your ship apart, deck plate by deck plate. It is decision time captain.”
“We surrender; just quit hitting us with that weapon.”
“We are calling our weapon off. We will send teams over to help with your repairs. If you would be so kind as to bring your wife over and join us for dinner tonight you can meet with Miss Roberts yourself and verify that she wishes to stay.”
After we had made arrangements for the captain and his wife to join us I closed the channel. “Jazz Hands, Drop engine power to ten percent and standby for the shaking. Tactical keep weapons trained on that ship but stand down from war status.”
I moved back to Mighty Mouse. “We have the engines at ten percent you should be able to come back and make your adjustments now.” Within second the ship started to vibrate. Mighty Mouse’s hand moved to the side of her headband and the vibrations quieted down. Over the next ten minutes we brought the engines to full power and she adjusted each step.
—–
It had been two weeks since we completed the repairs on the Darwin. Mighty Mouse had managed to help us build a new engine core for them. They were at full functionality when they left. Captain Richards was impressed with Miss Roberts. The very fact that she could use spare parts and the energy solidifier to create everything needed was amazing. Then to be able to assemble it inside the core shielding itself flattened him. By the time he left he figured out she was our new weapon.
I looked down at her asleep on the med couch. Her new implant was in place it rested just under the skin at her right temple. There were three small lights and a connection port visible above the skin other than that she looked completely normal. Melons had even done the final adjustments while she was asleep.
I was a little worried, in two weeks we had not been contacted by Admiral Tigrat or high command. By now he had probably convinced high command that we had gone rogue. We could have every ship within a years travel looking for us.
On the couch, Mighty Mouse started to stir. She hugged her dolls to her chest and her eyes opened. “I guess it worked?” were the first words out of her mouth.
“Did you have doubts?”
“Lots of them.”
“I wish you had told me before we did the procedure.”
“If I did that, you would not have let it happen.” She smiled that little girl smile at me that had come to melt my heart. “Has the other system I designed been placed into the communications system?”
“Yes they finished the installation during your surgery. Are you sure it will work?”
“Well it will either work or cause a time space inversion causing all of time and space to collapse into a singularity.” When she saw the panic in my eyes she started to laugh. “I am teasing you, it will work just fine. Why don’t you hand me my clothes and we can go to the bridge and try it.”
I handed her the clothing and stepped out of the room so Melons could help her dress. Five minutes later we walked onto the bridge. “Phone Call, fire up the, new com system and open a channel to High command.
I stepped in front of the view screen. “High Command, this is Captain Graves of the Ticonderoga, I need to speak with the duty commander please.” I said when the face of a female officer swam into view. I waited for a few seconds while she sat there waiting.
The communications officer turned to someone on the side and said softly. “What is he waiting for? He knows these messages need to be short.”
“I am waiting for you to get the duty commander so I can speak with him.”
The woman squeaked when I answered her. “You can hear me?”
“Of course I can hear you, now will you please get the duty commander.”
The woman jumped to her feet and ran out of range of the view screen. As I waited the person in the chair next to her leaned over and stared at me for a moment so I jumped at the camera and screamed “Boo!” at the top of my lungs. She jumped away from the screen screaming at the top of her lungs. I could hear snippets of conversation going on in the background. Then a man sat down I did not recognize.
“Captain Graves, I am Rear Admiral Westmorland. I was under the impression you were out deep, not close enough to drop by instant communications range.”
“Sir, I and my crew are still very deep six. It seems my latest crew member may well be able to help us in ways I never thought possible. The system we are using to talk is initiated with a new punch generator she has developed that creates a micro wormhole in short space. It allows instant communications. Another device of her design allows Psionics to operate on spacecraft. She has authorized me to transmit these plans to you under the condition that she be allowed to remain unmolested with our crew.”
“May I please speak with Miss Roberts?”
Mighty Mouse stepped to my side and looked into the views screen. “Yes, sir.”
“Miss Roberts, High command did not authorize any attack or attempt to force you home. When we found out that you were alive we asked Admiral Tigrat to request your presence here on Earth. We have a problem that we hoped you would be able to help us fix. We have reached the end of our ability to understand and expand on the Roberts principle. All of our upgrades have come from accidental discoveries because we do not truly understand how it works.”
“I can help them work on it from here, we have weeks at a time that all we are doing is traveling. Transmit all the current data to me and I will be happy to look it over.”
“Thank you. We are happy to have you back. Captain Graves, she is to be accorded all honors while on you ship. I also need to inform you that Admiral Tigrat is no longer in charge of the Deep program. It seems he had some personal issues driving him to select forced crews. Did you really get caught sleeping…”
“Yes, Sir, I am afraid I did. I usually don’t get caught,” I interrupted him. “May I ask what is the admiral charged with?”
“He has not been charged with anything. High Command decided his talents were better suited to the cargo fleet.”
“Thank you, Sir. We have one other demonstration we would like to give you. It is a demonstration of the value of having a psionic onboard a ship.” I held up the headband that used to grace Mighty Mouse’s brow. “This is the prototype for the implant that Miss Roberts now wears. It is very useful for short term use but has a chance of coming off and causing problems.” I then nodded to Mighty mouse and she touched her temple. I could feel the ship start to vibrate slightly and then the band disappeared from my hand to appear sitting on the console in front of the Rear Admiral. Then the vibrations stopped as Mighty Mouse retuned her band to block out the energy from the engines. “We are sending it to you so that you can use it to start testing psionics for ship service.”
“How the fucking hell did you do that?!” The Rear Admiral yelled as he reached for the band.
“It seems that the feedback caused by the engines super charges the psionic. The amount of power can be so great they can teleport small objects. Mighty Mouse just used that feedback to teleport her headband, through the wormhole, to you.” I smiled as he looked at Mighty Mouse standing next to me.
“Mighty Mouse?”
“It is my call sign onboard ship, Sir.”
“Miss Roberts, I would like to personally welcome you to the crew of the Ticonderoga. We will get your communications enhancements in place and set up a conference with all of high command in two weeks.”
We closed the channel and I scooped Mighty Mouse up into a hug. “You did great. You do realize we are going to have to explain to them why the feedback from your colony ship did not kill you in transit.”
“Not ‘till they ask. Now, Captain, I believe I am scheduled to study Tactical today and you are stopping me from my duties.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I said as I let her go. As she walked away I thought to myself, “That young lady has just changed the face of space travel forever, again.”
I sat down in my chair and read through the reports for the last shift. Something caught my eye about a nearby planet that was showing some unusual readings. “Computer, could you please call up all data on the planet located last night.”
“Yes, oh powerful Master, I will get them for you immediately.”
I slapped the com unit on my chair. “Jazz Hands!”

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GINGER

Richard McDowell considered himself fairly normal. He was a 20-year old man, living on a farm. He had a younger brother and sister at 19 and 18 respectively; and a mother in her early 40s (she had had divorce Richard’s father when he was only 15). His father had owned a number of mares which he raised and sold to be breeding horses, and his mother continued the practice.
Richard knew many of the mares by heart: Penny, Bertha, Rose, etc. He had taken care of many of the more “distinctive” ones: Penny, who was extremely shy; Rose, too wild around outsiders; Bertha, who had to be “under-fed” or else she would gain weight at an alarming rate, and so forth. He loved them, and they returned his affection in equal measure. He didn’t mind cleaning up after them, in spite of how much poop and pee the mares created. And they left a lot of it: very large and extremely potent yellowish-brown logs of dung as well as ripe pools of urine. The urine would just linger on the ground, taking forever to slowly disappear into the ground. It was like a perverse parody of water: lightish yellow liquid that gave off a very strong smell indeed. Their logs looked like oversized Tootsie Rolls somewhat, yellowish-dark brown and very hot and moist.
Everywhere he saw their waste amongst the hay, large masses of yellowish-brown and black waste, and the air was ripe with the aroma of their poop, astonishing in their olfactory power. The smell seemed to hang in the stable like a thick haze. Every day, he saw the mares lift their tails exposing their anuses, fart loudly and strain noisily. They would do this constantly, especially after being fed. Then the dumping would begin in earnest. Richard watched as their assholes creaked and crackled loudly releasing a faint odor somewhat earthy into the air and puckered outwards, the mares’ massive anal muscles parting as their turds pressed against their butts. He could see their assholes inflate slightly outwards visibly, their anuses opening releasing the inner smell from their bowels, the mighty muscles moving aside slickly to expose briefly a deep black hole before a large yellowish-brown mass began to move outwards from it. The enormous steamy logs sliding slowly outwards till they landed with a plop or two on the ground. As soon as the shit was exposed to the air, it gave off an astonishingly strong smell that Richard couldn’t help but notice: rich and ripe and earthy. The aroma was like that of fall leaves mixed with a faint trace of spice. It was the smell of these mares most private areas, their most animal scent And it was very potent. The smell seemed to ensnare his nostrils and possess his lungs every time. But he had never seen in them in a sexual light, even when they were in heat. Occasionally stallions would be brought in to breed the mares and he would watch their lovemaking ensue. Only recently, when he was 19 had Richard payed any real attention to the spectacles of the horses copulating. The stallions would wildly bang the mares from behind before blowing their loads inside them. Richard had to admit that recently watching the horses in this activity made him feel funny, though he shook it off. Sure the mares farted, defecated, and urinated a lot and he enjoyed the smells as they were pleasant in their own way once he had gotten used to them, but they were still mares. Then everything changed.
It happened when his mother acquired a new mare. Her name was Ginger, and she was different from all the mares he had ever met. He didn’t know why or how, but there was something about her that made him feel…different. Ginger was an adult mare, with beautiful deep brown skin and reddish-brown trim. Somewhat obese but still powerful, her form was sleek and angelic. Her fat made her more attractive not less. The female horse was a strange mix of fitness and flab, but the combination worked: the fat complimented her body, rounding and softening it. Ginger wore her weight extremely well, as she had considerable muscle hidden underneath her flab, and did not lose or gain any noticeable pounds. Most of the fat went to her thighs, belly, and rump. Her belly was quite rotund and swollen and sagging with fat, its sensuality almost daring to be touched. Her ass appeared inflated, due to all the lard within it. Her thighs were equally plump. Ginger was also extremely flatulent, lifting her tail constantly to pass gas as well as to piss and shit. Her long potent farts heated the air around her hindquarters. She left behind one dung pile after another, streams of stinky liquid constantly flowing from her pussy onto the hay.
From the start Ginger was aggressive and defiant. She refused to be tamed. In spite of everything Richard did, she would not listen. When she was unhappy, she would fart into his face or suddenly defecate onto a spot he had just cleaned. Ginger in fact wanted him to do things for her, he, her owner no less. The mare he owned was de factor ordering him around, and she was unusually strong by his standards. She simply could not be held down. As a result, he found himself having to compromise with Ginger quite often. She would usually listen, provided he gave her plenty of food and care such as being bathed constantly. The plump mare also wanted a lot of attention and company, so he spent more time than he usually did with his mares. She pooped and peed a lot, so he had to work that much harder to clean everything up.
Ginger was unusual in that regard, the sheer amount of dung and urine she produced. She was quite gluttonous, devouring enormous helpings of horse feed. She would eat and eat and eat, her teeth grinding up the food while her throat swallowed it down. In some ways she was more like a pig than a horse. Then she’d strut around awkwardly with a belly most bloated outwards indeed. After a full meal her belly would be massively bloated with food which Ginger carried around like a ton of bricks. Her belly was truly impressive once she was done, she actually had to lie on her side when she was on a full stomach. Every step sent that big belly jiggling about. Afterwards she was farting on a regular basis as her digestive system often churned out tons of mare butt gas. Ginger seemed to fart all the time. Mare farts are much stronger than those of a human female, as Richard himself knew quite well. He had inadvertently inhaled both species’ farts before and he knew that mare gas was extremely potent making him gag throughout almost all of his life. He’d only overcome the smell recently. The plump Ginger pooped out logs as if her ass was a shit assembly plant, leaving pile after pile for him to clean up.
A large amount of that time was at night, with her and him alone in the candlelight of the stables. He didn’t really mind, he would relax on the hay usually reading literature. Ginger would always be fairly close to him, her plump body often only a few feet away. The air was full of the smells and sounds of Ginger’s stinky (but not at all unpleasant) farts, poop, and pee. Sometimes he would do this in nothing but his underwear, since he knew he was all alone anyway. “And why shouldn’t I?” he thought. In the privacy of the barn, he often found time to masturbate to fairly traditional pornography (he had stumbled onto one of his father’s old stashes about a year ago). The temperature had gone up during the time Ginger had arrived; he was constantly feeling either hot or cold. Though he brushed it off, he couldn’t help but notice the air seemed much more heated around Ginger. “Aroused by a mare? Absurd!” Richard scoffed in his mind. But somewhere in the back of his mind he feared it was true.
As days past, Ginger became more manageable. She seemed calmer and more affectionate, though he concluded his methods were finally achieving results. Even cleaning up her dung and urine was easier. What Richard failed to seriously notice was how often she was sweating and panting around him, and that she farted constantly around him. “She just needs a stallion, she’s in heat. Perfectly normal.” Richard said looking at her moving about anxiously in her stall. Soon, however, Ginger became more demanding…always wanting his attention. His care. Sometimes she even woke him up at night with her whinny neighs, and he would have to go see her in haste wearing only his underwear. He always figured it would be a waste of time to put on the rest of his clothes, since the night visits never lasted very long.
On this night, he was more annoyed than usual: “What the hell do you want Ginger? I’ve been seeing to your every need.” Richard was frustrated, opening the door to the fat mare’s stall. “I’m going back to sleep. I’ve given you everything you desire already.” The tired Richard literally collapsed not far from where Ginger was, he was simply too exhausted to care where he slept. For a while, Ginger did nothing. She paused, and then farted explosively flooding the air with her butt gas. Then she very tentatively went over to the sleeping male human, lying face down. She admired the strange animal that had taken care of her for a few weeks now. Ginger had seen other members of this strange breed of creature: walking exclusively on their hind legs, largely hairless, tailless, very different. Yet they took care of her and others like her, although they oddly refused her advances to mate. She had tried on a number of occasions to get one of them to mount her, but to no avail.
Ginger had concluded that they must be related somehow, very distant kin playing hard-to-get. And she had feelings for many of these odd life-forms, even sexual ones. In this case, the urges were quite strong. Ginger needed to be bred by this unusual male, she desired release, she needed a mate, and she sought offspring to continue the species. The mare had chosen Richard to be her lover and mate. She was going to have this strange beast, to feel him deep inside her body and his seed flooding her womb.
The brown female horse bent over, her belly fat jiggling, and pressed her nose directly against where Richard’s balls were. Ginger was surprised by their size and texture and wanted to inspect him further, but the underwear was in the way. Ginger despised these strange coverings, so unnecessary. Her snout wandered upwards, and she pushed her nose into the human’s ass. She took several deep whiffs, inhaling the smell of the beast’s crack…so different from a stallion’s scent. The pale animal did not wake up, much to the mare’s annoyance. The mare turned him over with her head and neck, causing the creature to fall over, and now Ginger got a good look at the attractive creature before her. He was thin but still strong, in reasonably good health, he was an excellent choice for a mate. The obese horse licked Richard’s face and neck causing him to groan softly. As she bathed his neck in warm saliva with her hot wet tongue, he mumbled almost unintelligibly in his sleep, “Damn it kiss me don’t lick me woman…”.
She continued to taste the odd animal’s salt and sweat, which both baffled and excited her due to its strangeness. Ginger just slurped it all up, her rough tongue flushing the hairless male’s skin. Richard did not taste or smell anything like a stallion, yet he turned her on all the same. She had never been so aroused before, her cunt juices were flowing freely onto the hay. Ginger knew she was deeply in heat. Finally Ginger turned and looked down at the male’s penis, which was fully erect albeit hidden by the bizarre covering the creatures seemed obsessed with. She tugged at it, her teeth clamped down on it, very slowly pulling it off until it was down to Richard’s knees. Now there was nothing to prevent her from seeing if he truly was interested in her, she had sensed his constant arousal but it was always subtle. It didn’t really matter though, Ginger was sure she could get him.
The plump mare looked at her mate-to-be’s genitals. Ginger examined the sheer strangeness of the beast’s penis, not very much like the stallions she had met at all. She noted that the erection was small compared to a stallion’s but again the differences aroused her. Plus it seemed fully functional, more than enough to breed her. Seeking out and being drawn to distinctiveness in potential mates was a habit of hers. Ginger stopped, her ass felt inflated again like a balloon. The mare’s bowels were definitely bloated at the entrance alright. She needed to fart and the obese mare snorted in relief as her rump exploded, her ample butt-cheeks vibrating violently as the gas escaped her butt. Richard remained oblivious to what was going on. His mind vaguely sensed that he was being stimulated and that there was flatulence in the air but interpreted it as being part of a dream.
Ginger could no longer hold back, she had to take him into her mouth. First though, she went slow. She tentatively licked his cock-head, watching the now slightly wet object bob about slightly. Richard groaned softly but didn’t wake up. Ginger paused, then resumed. She licked his cock-head again, watching the foreskin peel back. Another lick followed, this time right on the exposed head. A quite audible moan erupted from Richard’s mouth. Ginger was pleased and lapped away at her future mate’s cock, delighting in his soft moans and cries. She took her time, Ginger didn’t want to wake him up just yet. She noticed the pre-cum starting to seep out of the strange animal’s piss-slit. Ginger lapped up it, found she liked the taste, and licked at Richard’s slit to get more flowing. She watched as the human’s cock lengthened and thickened before her. Ginger noted the creature’s pre-cum was really flowing now, seeping down his shaft and onto his balls. Now she focused on the underside of the human’s penis and its balls, feeling them grow larger and larger under her assault. Yet the human did not wake up, much to her annoyance. Then a strange idea hit her.
Ginger turned her ass around, raised her tail, and began to push out a large log of poop. One of her largest yet in fact. It slowly crackled out, her asshole straining and contracting hard, until the dung finally landed right on Richard’s cock. Ginger looked at her work with satisfaction, having scored a direct hit. But it simply wasn’t enough to just defecate on him. With her hooves, she gently mashed the yellowish-brown turd against the human’s penis. Ginger worked the dung in the way humans work with clay, delicately applying her own poop to her mate’s genitals. Soon it was completely covered in hot, stinky mare dung, from the head all the way to the balls. Richard moaned loudly in his sleep. Then he suddenly woke up, and the first thing he saw was Ginger’s nose just above his now shit-covered erection. It only took him a second to register the fact that his penis was covered in horse poop.
“AIYEE!” Richard literally jumped up and back, running up against the wall hard causing his spine to hurt for a few seconds. Paradoxically his poop-coated erection had actually hardened; it was pointing right at Ginger. Richard freaked out but tried to deny she had been hitting on him. And then Ginger abruptly turned her somewhat dirty rump around, causing the flab to vibrate every so slightly. She arched her enormous meaty butt into the air somewhat, lifted her tail, and presented her pussy to him. As he watched incredulously, its protective vulva cover opened up exposing her wet and massive pussy to him. Then she let loose a long, soft, yet quite potent fart that went right to his cock.
Richard could easily see how soaked, aromatic, hot, and engorged her sex organ really was. It became abundantly clear what Ginger wanted. He could no longer deny the mare’s intent. What was worse was that his dung-covered cock remained erect even though it was a horse’s pussy before him and that he inhaling the mare’s fart. Richard was very alarmed. Ginger had never shown her cunt to the human male before; she had hidden it from him…until now. Richard was unsurprisingly very confused and scared: he had been inspected and turned on by a mare. He bolted from the stables, as far away from her as he could. He went into his room and shut the door behind him, though he soon went to the bathroom to clean himself off.
He avoided the stables for the next few days, thinking: “Have I been interested in her this whole time? A female horse is clearly in love with me and wants me, but am I in love with her? With an animal? With Ginger?” Richard did return to the stables, but he largely avoided Ginger. Eventually, however, he came to one inescapable conclusion: he did love Ginger. A bond between them had formed that was deeply intimate with sexual undertones. Ginger had captured his heart, and he hers. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to express his love for her in all ways possible.
And now he began to dream about Ginger in the most erotic terms possible, dreams of foreplay and fucking. She became his fantasy “girl” predominantly, that fat sultry mare! Sure there were others, but now that plump tan horse was at the top of that hierarchy. She was in his dreams and in his daydreams and in his fantasies. And it wasn’t long before he was calling out her name during orgasm when he was alone in his room or elsewhere in private masturbating. He lost track of how many loads he blew, stains he rubbed out, clothes he ruined, or sheets he soaked with her image in his head. Richard’s fantasies grew more real, his need more intense. The orgasms grew stronger and stronger, the jacking more and more common and prolonged, the fantasies more and more perverse. Soon he was seriously considering consummating his relationship with her, his resolve becoming stronger with each passing day and night.
One day he went by the stables, and saw a small amount of her poop on the ground. For quite a long while, he stared at the log. It slowly (over the course of a few days) looked more and more edible. Less like excrement and more like food. Eventually he scooped it up, and went into a stall. He looked around first, making sure there was no one around. Then very slowly, he devoured her waste. It smelled and tasted extremely strong, and initially he dropped the whole idea.
However, he later changed his mind and took the plunge, and soon found himself actually enjoying the act. It must have been the sheer perversity of it that hooked him in. Over a period of days, he learned to love the taste of Ginger’s dung and urine. Soon it came naturally to him, the desire to consume her byproducts. He’d just pick ‘um up and eat ’em where she left ’em, often in plain sight of the baffled mare. It definitely made cleaning up her dung easier, he thought, as he lazily chewed up her waste and swallowed it down in large gulps. Ginger’s dung had become part of his diet, tasting best when he mixed it with other foods. His belly now frequently bulged with Ginger’s poop, and every day it seemed to just taste better and better. Eventually he was a bit of a glutton for it, as the taste had become surprising addictive.
Then one morning, he woke up sweaty and on fire…having awoken from the most incredible dream he had ever had. It ended with him and her together, her ass constantly vibrating from all the farting she did, her feeding him all of her poop and pee inflating his stomach, her belly hugely swollen with their offspring, their young running about them happily, Richard and Ginger spending both lives together in an endless field…as eternal lovers…mates for life. “I’m going to make love to my Ginger…my wonderful darling mare. Tonight she and I shall fuck. I am going to show her my love…in the most personal and intimate way possible.” Richard whispered.
All day he waited anxiously, sweating profusely saturating his clothing till it was soaked. He had successfully hidden his experiences with Ginger from the rest of his family, most of whom were fooling around or working as it was summer vacation. None of them even remotely considered the possibility that he would ever hump a horse. Richard had done his damn best to make sure it stayed that way. It seemed like an eternity, but night finally arrived. He prepared herself, having picked a time when most of his family was gone or deeply exhausted. His cock was never harder, his body temperature had skyrocketed, his heart was racing, his mind was filled with thoughts of love and lust for his Ginger, and he was covered with sweat.
He sneaked out very slowly into the barn, making sure not to wake any of his family members, and walked up to Ginger. She looked gorgeous in the flickering but bright candlelight. He could tell she’d been farting, pooping, and peeing a lot, the air was delightfully ripe. “Ah the sweet smell, how I’ve missed it!” Richard signed as the familiar scent re-entered his lungs, passing through them as easily as air. She literally seemed to jump for joy when she saw Richard. Richard smiled happily tears just vaguely appearing in his eyes, “I’m sorry I made you wait. Never again my love. I’ll never abandon you again. I will do my very best to stay with you forever, I promise. I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything before. But you are not a thing to me. You are the love of my life and I want you so damn much…my Ginger. I’m ready.”
As if understanding his words, Ginger whinny neighed and nodded her head up and down. She had impatiently been waiting for him to yield, and now he finally had. He was hers, and her his. Richard strolled up to the horny mare’s stall, and opened it. The plump mare strolled out, and stood still. He gasped as how massive her belly now was, as if she had swallowed half a large beach-ball…in fact Ginger had gained even more weight since their last encounter. Richard spoke earnestly to her: “How can anything this wrong feel so right Ginger? How can I love a woman who isn’t even my species? I don’t know, and quite honestly I don’t care. Well I do care I would like to kn…but that’s beside the point Ginger. We’re both outsiders: you love human males, I love mares. We belong together.” He basked in the smell of Ginger’s butt gas.
He could tell Ginger was breathing hard, her sweat-soaked body rose and fell as if inflating in places. He could feel the heat and moisture coming off Ginger’s skin, she was so hot and soaked. Richard inhaled deeply, breathing in the wonderful rich, strong scent of his love’s sleek and plump body. He placed his hands on her soft, chubby skin which yielded to his touch. Ginger was clearly pleased by his caresses of her skin, snorting softly, her nostrils flaring. She enjoyed the distinctiveness of it. She felt so relaxed that her asshole opened on her, resulting in a small fart escaping.
Ginger was quite bloated with flatulence, her belly swollen almost painfully with butt gas. Moreover, she was definitely filled to the breaking point with three days worth of dung and urine that she had been holding it. But she had been saving it all for this night. Richard looked at his palms, covered with her sweat. But he didn’t mind as he took in Ginger’s beauty…how could he not have seen it earlier? She was so lovely, and so very sexy. Her gorgeous face, that long powerful yet slightly fat neck! Those plump long legs, that massively huge belly! Her big fat pussy, and that enormous fat butt of hers! He made a mental note to check out her body A.S.A.P. He knew he was going to spend a lot more time in the future “examining” her. Of course Richard would make sure Ginger got her fair share of inspecting her mate, though he was sure Ginger would take the initiative regarding that.
Richard got in front of Ginger, and she bent down to lick his face. Her tongue felt wonderful, so hot and wet and rough! It stimulated his face in the extreme, as she licked him repeatedly. Ginger felt joy as she heard her hairless mate moan and sign under her fat long tongue’s caresses. For a while Richard just let her lick his face and neck, exhaling, gasping, signing, moaning in delight. Damn her tongue felt good on his flesh! Then he gently grasped the sides of her muzzle, pausing briefly, and tentatively put his mouth against Ginger’s lips. Richard tenderly pressed against her mouth, her lips peeling back and her jaws opening. Then he put his tongue into the mare’s hot moist mouth. He kissed her with growing passion, wrapping his arms around the back of her head and neck caressing her. Richard had to admit her tongue felt really good against his, and her mouth was and always had been clean. He could feel the blood heating her body, how fast and powerful her breathing was, how hot and wet her tongue was against his. Although Ginger didn’t completely understand what her lover was doing, she allowed it to happen. Soon he was caressing and massaging the mare’s chubby yet still muscled neck as best he could, seeking out knots to loosen. Ginger was visibly shuddering under Richard’s erotic ministrations. Richard located several areas where the horse’s muscles were tight and uncomfortable, and commenced squeezing those areas sensually. Ginger snorted softly, and Richard smiled. “Maybe I should show you what you exposed when we first really met.”
He removed his pants and pulled down his underwear, exposing his hard cock. Richard chuckled, “This is what you want? Isn’t it?” Ginger whinny neighed, then took one lick to Richard’s cock causing him to cry out loudly. He got down on the ground and spread his legs apart face-up, his cock erect and in the air. “Go right ahead!” He moaned softly. Ginger licked and lapped at his cock-head once more while he held his penis in place as best he could. He moaned shamelessly as the plump horse’s tongue bathed his member in wetness, pre-cum seeping out. She swiftly licked it away, right off of his piss-slit. Ginger had already developed a taste for it, as the liquid was quite addictive. Richard gasped and cried out as Ginger feasted off his pre-cum, slurping it right up. Although Ginger didn’t know how to suck him off (Richard would teach her that later), she could still pleasure him. Soon she literally coaxed the sperm right out of him. Richard blew his load right into her mouth and she swallowed it all greedily before lapping the excess off his dick. Then Richard slowly got up and resumed kissing her, gradually getting his strength back.
He paused from his tonguing of Ginger’s mouth and whispered to her, “You like that don’t you, you horny nympho? You’ve been in heat for quite a while I bet. Does Ginger need a cock in her cunt? I can give you what you want. Well, I’ve been dreaming about you for what seems like forever and I need this, baby.” Ginger was noticeably hotter and more restless; his caresses were increasing her arousal. “I can smell your love juices from here, I bet you’re soaked. And God! Your farts smell so fucking good! I wish I could inhale them forever! I am so going to hump you.” Richard smiled. For what seemed like hours, he continued to kiss and rub his animal lover, who periodically lifted her tail to fart noisily. Several of her farts smelled like her poop, and he realized she must have been eating like crazy recently. “What a wonderful glutton you are Ginger, and I wouldn’t have you any other way!”, Richard said happily.
Then he broke off from that and started to lick and suck on Ginger’s neck-flesh, causing her to exhale, whinny neigh, and snort softly. Ginger knew it would feel good, but she was still taken aback by how pleasurable it really was. “You always like this, tempting me…well now I’m going to be the one doing the tempting!” Richard exhaled lustfully. Pent-up lust now came to the surface. He was consumed with desire for this four-legged beauty, his cock throbbed with need. Her breathes were becoming quite rapid, her skin felt like it was aflame. Ginger was in heaven, her mate was making her feel so good she didn’t want him to stop. Ever. “I was hoping you’d like this,” the 20-year old said wistfully, “I’ve been thinking up all kinds of ways to pleasure you. I may not know much about making love to a female horse…but I assure you…I’m quite eager to learn Ginger.” His mare was visibly impatient, whinny neighing restlessly, but he wasn’t going to rush. He intended to take this nice and slow. Soon he moved on to her shoulder and side, and then started to lick and suck on Ginger’s legs. Richard grinned as he felt Ginger tremble under his caresses, her legs getting weak at the knees. Ginger pondered why he was teasing her so. But like her, he too was becoming impatient. He wanted to taste and eat out that hot mare’s pussy soon, and fuck her as well. His breeding instinct wanted Ginger badly.
He went to Ginger’s rump and looking right in front of it. It had become quite a prominent part of his fantasies involving her, and now it was before him. The mare had the most enormous, fat, plump, big, meaty bubble-butt he had ever seen; it was just beautiful. Richard could see it was now quite dirty with dried mare-dung, like thinly spread chocolate frosting, and he licked his lips at the sight. His shit-hunger was intense and he was eager to sate it. He grabbed her butt-cheeks, savoring how wonderful they felt in his hands. Ginger’s rump was delightfully soft and he almost lost himself playing with her butt-flesh. He then traced his tongue across her ass, bathing the majority in wetness and tasting the strong flavor of her shit-coated rump. Richard shuddered at how delicious her butt-flesh was, its flavor was simply delightful. The poop only made it that much more succulent. What an ass, Richard thought with deliciously perverse lust.
Unable to control his hunger, he began to lick at Ginger’s anus. The obese mare whinny neighed in pleasure as he bathed her horse-butt in saliva. Ginger was completely caught off guard by how wonderful the attentions of her mate felt, her body quivering with pleasure. She had never imagined her rump’s hole could be stimulated in such a manner. Richard needed to taste her shit, to devour it all. He would feed from her bottom until his belly was completely full and could consume no more of her ample shit-meat. Ginger was grunting and snorting wantonly as she basked visibly in the delightful sensations her strange mate was giving her anus. Ginger’s eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue hung out lazily as the mare lost herself in pleasure, drunk with the overwhelming sensations. She could feel her anal muscles relax and slowly part under the steady caresses of the human male’s tongue. She was stunned by how powerful her strange mate’s tongue and mouth were, and by how good they felt on her ass. Richard alternately rimmed, licked, and sucked on Ginger’s vulnerable virgin sphincter wantonly. Her bowels were being slowly flooded with Richard’s heated saliva, gradually soaking the inner of her rump in wetness. Richard could already taste how delicious the mare’s dung was, how wonderful it smelled: rich and earthy. Ginger’s powerful anus finally yielded, parting before his tongue. Ginger whinny neighed loudly as she screamed out her pleasure at the odd but wonderful violation of her backdoor. Richard lustfully drove it in for more. “Yes Ginger yes!”, Richard thought.
Ginger grunted deeply, writhing in pleasure wildly as Richard rimmed her. With every movement Ginger’s tail swung about striking the back of Richard’s head. He paid it no heed. The human’s tongue greedily wormed its way up her hot, dung-coated, moist, tight bowels. The more he drank of her taste, the more drunk he became from it. Poor Ginger was going out of her mind with sheer unrestrained pleasure. This was more than she had ever imagined possible, no one had pleasured her anus in this manner before. Her mate was touching her in places no stallion had ever done before. Occasionally Richard pulled his now shit-stained tongue out of her fat butt, causing Ginger to snort in protest. But then he go right back to pleasuring her sphincter shocking her senses before going into her bowels in for more. Every time he tongued her butt he delighted in feeling, sensing even, how much pleasure his equine lover was in. Then suddenly he felt his tongue hit something hard: it was an unborn turd. Ginger felt her bowels loosening, she could simply not hold her waste in anymore the muscles were just too relaxed. Her shit began to slide out against Richard’s tongue. He was excited: Ginger was pooping! Richard repositioned his mouth, closing it over Ginger’s ass. Ginger was surprised but not unpleased by this turn of events. She didn’t understand why her mate was doing this but she would oblige his strange need.
Suddenly he lost his balance with a fairly loud “THUP!”, failing face-up in the hay. Ginger, however, merely repositioned her ass so that it was pretty much directly over the human male’s face. Ginger knew it was what her mate wanted, she could read his pheromones. He thought about getting up, as her pooping on him directly was not part of his plans. For a while he paused. But then he suddenly hesitated, and lust overcame reason. He was going to let her poop and pee on him, just to see what it would be like. The urine came first: a steady stream of heated clear liquid. Richard opened his mouth and the mare’s piss flooded his mouth. Like soda it filled his mouth completely and he had to swallow quickly just to get it all down. He found it wasn’t that bad, in fact he found it kinda arousing. He soon found himself idly masturbating a bit as the strong but sweet taste washed over his taste buds. Quite a sizeable amount of stinky hot horse piss went down his throat and into his belly, the rest hitting his face and/or running down his neck and shirt. His belly was soon quite swollen with sloshy fluid, the fluid of his mare lover. Ginger gave him sufficient time to swallow it all down, as she found her mate’s act morbidly fascinating and oddly erotic, though she stopped prematurely. Richard soon found out why.
A few brief farts escaped from Ginger’s butt above him, and he heard the female mare begin to grunt as her asshole started to force out her dung. Ginger knew she was pooping right next to her mate but he could always move, and part of her was curious if he would eat it. Soon he saw the obese horse’s log begin to slide out: it looked absolutely delectable, just heavenly, and his mouth watered with shit-hunger. He longed to take her poop into his mouth and just feast away on it. Finally the hot fat log landed on his face, covering it completely with her poop. He moaned loudly and shamelessly, intensifying the speed of his masturbation as the feel and smell of Ginger’s wonderful excrement washed over him. Richard jacked off wildly as the sheer perversity of the entire situation drove him wild. His foreskin peeled back more so than ever, his shaft painfully tight, his bloated balls bouncing about, pre-cum seeping out of his piss-slit, he was so wonderfully horny he loved every second of his extremely intense arousal. He was in a state of sexual euphoria and he relished in his own depravity. Richard tentatively touched the horse poop with his tongue, slowly. A handful of tongue licks later, increasing in speed, and the human was soon greedily lapping away at it as if his life depended on it.
Then he began to feast, chewing up the chubby mare’s dung with his teeth. He ground Ginger’s shit-meat into a fine semi-solid paste, staining his tongue and teeth and flooding his mouth with an extremely strong taste. For quite a while Richard just allowed the flavor to stay in his mouth, relishing in its perverse taste, before swallowing it down in chunks. Soon he ate it all, and paused. A broad perverted grin slowly spread over his face, his cock so hard nails could be driven into it. Richard gradually opened his mouth for more poop. “Feed me good Ginger! Give me your hot tasty poop!”, the lust-crazed human moaned. Ginger obliged him, and he grinned as his plump mare lover grunted and strained out another turd. Once again her dung fell into his mouth and he chewed up wantonly. A series of gulps and a loud belch later, Richard had swallowed her log in its entirety. He opened his now very stinky mouth for more, and Ginger only grunted once more. He spent quite a while just devouring her logs one by one, browning his teeth and tongue and parts of his face. When he finally got up, his very swollen stomach was already hard at work digesting his lover’s waste and his face was caked with Ginger’s drying poop. He didn’t mind, in fact the whole thing felt deliciously primal. Richard smiled rather stupidly, drunk on and basking in his own perversion.
Ginger lifted her lovely tail, exposing her enormous meaty asshole once more. It look astonishingly strong, large and meaty. Richard almost cried out in joy, instead he signed happily. Ginger was about to fart into his face. The mare had done it before, and he laughed in retrospect at his first reaction, but this time was different. He wanted her to do it, needed her to in fact. Sure enough, he saw Ginger’s ass seemingly swell in size, her asshole contracting. He marveled at her butt-hole’s sheer size and aroma. Suddenly her anus opened slightly, and he heard her fart noisily and wetly. It’s magnificence was matched only by the accompanying smell: strong, rich, yet strangely mellow and spicy as well. “Oh yes Ginger! I need this!” Richard said quietly overcome in excitement before he caught himself. He was enveloped in a dense cloud of Ginger’s wonderful aroma, and the gas flooded his lungs as if it it belonged inside him.
Her anus contracted again, and another fart escaped her rump. He was astonished how beautiful her butt gas was, this fart was a ripe one. The smell just washed over him, going up his nose and into his brain. He wondered whether or not flatulence could get someone high since it was partly methane. Unable to stop himself his hands started to wantonly massage Ginger’s huge ass like mad. He needed more of it, he hadn’t had nearly enough yet! Richard succeeded in and continued with extracting more gas from the obese mare while Ginger grunted and groaned. Ginger was loving every minute of her mate’s caresses of her ample bottom, however she soon realized she had other desires. Suddenly she lifted her tail once more and presented her gorgeous pussy once more to him, peeling aside the two sides of her protective vulva, her cunt astonishingly soaked it still gushed out juices. Richard remembered how he had first reacted when she had done that, how he had freaked out, now he had to fight the very strong urge not to hump her right then and there. To make her his forever.
Returning to right in front of Ginger, Richard gave her a command to lie down and face-up, and she actually listened to him for once. Normally she defied him like mad. Even Ginger’s defiant nature had become part of her appeal to Richard, however. As he looked down at his mare lover, Richard saw her large belly all fat-filled and soft…which made her look somewhat pregnant. Unsurprisingly his arousal increased, and he focused his mouth and arms on the horse’s ample belly resulting a few loud groans from Ginger. He was astonished how good the soft, warm, but still fairly firm mass felt against him. Her belly was amazingly beautiful, she really did carry her weight well. Ginger let a couple of particularly strong ones rip, hitting his nostrils like an aphrodisiac and causing Richard to smile. Part of him wished though that Ginger had actually been impregnated by him, but he could always pretend. Richard smiled, and he ceased his caresses of that part of Ginger. “It’s time,” he said, and then he looked very lustfully at Ginger’s pussy.
He balked at how unbelievably beautiful how it looked: massive, fat, wet, and incredibly wonderful in smell. Her juices were literally dripping ono the lay, soaking the ground. Richard couldn’t wait to taste it, he hoped it was good to savor as her poop and pee had been. He exhaled his heated breath several times on it, causing Ginger to tremble and shudder every time. “You like that? Do you want more?” Richard said in the naughtiest voice he could muster, deciding then to not fist her. He paused for a number of seconds, and then the mare started to loudly whinny neigh. Ginger wanted pleasuring, and she didn’t want to be keep waiting. Richard almost cried, he was very excited to be this close to her; “At last.”
And then he started to lap at Ginger’s massive pussy, she tasted better than he had imagined. He slurped greedily around, on, and under her cunt-lips, she was astonishingly wet. Richard continued to pleasure her for as long as his tongue would hold out. Soon he found Ginger’s g-spot, and focused on it quite intensely. Her love juices mixed with his saliva, saturating Ginger’s cunt in wetness. Richard was amazed how addictive Ginger’s pussy was; he just wanted to keep lapping up all of her wonderful pussy juice. He just slurped and licked and lapped away while masturbating lazily.
Ginger was going out of her mind with lust; she had to fight to hold her vulva in place so her human lover could pleasure it. Ginger’s neck and head swung wildly back and forth, her mouth opening and closing rapidly, her body trembling violently. She was constantly whinny neighing, grunting, a cacophony of sounds expressing her ecstasy. Her legs flailed a bit in spite of herself though she managed not to dislodge Richard’s mouth from her vagina. She farted many long and very smelly gas clouds the entire time which only served to heighten his lust.
With a series of loud crackling and creaking sounds, Ginger’s relaxing asshole slowly expelled a huge log of dung before him. “Oh Ginger, you shouldn’t have!” Richard grinned, the old hunger returning to him swiftly. He merely tore chunks out of the poop while it was halfway out of the plump mare, and shoved the fragments into his mouth chewing wantonly. He lost track of the time as he became absolutely absorbed and single-minded in this act, as if this action was the very center of his world…his purpose in life. Finally he was done feasting, then he looked at Ginger’s exposed asshole. “You’re filthy Ginger! Better clean you off!” Richard chuckled. Once again he went back into her butt, pleasuring her once more before finally resuming his eating her out.
The whole time he ate her out he squeezed, rubbed, and stroked his erect member which was poking outwards onto the hay; he was just too horny to resist. He had to fight not to cum inside his clothing, or to bring her to orgasm prematurely. Richard paced his pleasuring of Ginger’s pussy, pausing whenever he felt like she was going to cum, all the while feeling breathing in the scent of mare butt-gas. He wanted her as aroused as possible when he fucked that hot mare. Poor Ginger was whinny neighing and crying out like mad. Fortunately Richard had had a stallion brought in and let his whole family know the horse would be spending the night in the stables (the exhausted male horse was sleeping in one of the stalls having already fucked a handful of the newer mares senseless, though Ginger had rejected his advances).
Eventually the need became too great: he simply had to fuck her. Ginger suddenly got up, taking the initiative. Richard watched as she raised and swung her tail back and forth, opened and closed her pussy, flexed her massive (and quite dirty) bubble-butt, let a very putrid (but heavenly to him) fart rip, all slowly and seductively. He knew what to do, letting her urinate in his face while he smelled it evaluating her suitability (though he knew nothing about how to judge a mare from her piss, he just knew that was what he was supposed to do). He showed off his erection in return, demonstrating his own desire to make with her. Ginger needed to be fucked; she desperately wanted to be bred. Richard’s erection became extremely hard, uncomfortably so. His sexual energy was fully restored, his balls had produced enough semen to blow another load into her. He ripped his clothes off as quickly as possible, and walked up to her. An idea suddenly hit him as he remembered something, “One second my love!” Richard went back to his pants pocket and pulled out a small vibrator…just enough to fit inside her anus. “Hold still Ginger,” he said lovingly and slowly and delicately wormed the pre-lubed device into her asshole. Richard stopped when it was mostly inside though he knew Ginger would eventually dislodge it from her hole. To Ginger’s credit, she trusted her mate enough to not resist. Richard smiled and then slammed his hard-on into her pussy, causing Ginger to whinny neigh loudly again.
Fighting the urge to rapidly start thrusting into her, he slowly let his cock being swallowed by her deep cunt. He moaned a low and deep sign of pleasure, his penis felt so good within her: immersed inside her incredibly hot and wet vagina. “OH GINGER YES!” Richard cried out as quietly as he could. He had been waiting for so long to make love to this absolutely yummy mare, and it was finally happening. Ginger let a very deep and long grunt of ecstasy as she felt him sink in, her mate was finally within her. He grabbed her sides for balance, evoking a loud grunt from her. Richard then pressed his lower body against her rear, and then began to thrust into her at a slow but increasingly fast pace. “At last!”, Richard said.
Ginger tentatively thrusted back, and he was briefly caught out guard by her power. So Richard worked to time his fucking motions with hers. For a number of frustrating seconds, neither one was moving in synchronization with the other’s movements. But soon they found their rhythm, and the pumping and pounding started in earnest. Ginger demonstrated just how much strength her body could channel, but he was prepared. Richard cried out and began to thrust noisily into her, slamming his pelvis into her butt while adjusting his legs for balance. He could hear the sounds of her fluids being moved about by his thrusting motions, causing squishing and squeaking noises. The sounds only intensified his desire. Richard felt somehow at home buried so deep within his beautiful mare lover. It was as if his cock belonged inside her.
His muscles tensed with every thrust, making his arms and legs feel extremely tight. His lower half moved back and forth like a piston, jingling a few forgotten coins in his pocket about violently. Every impact jostled him about for a fraction of a second. He panted heavily with every motion, she could really hump back! Richard felt how strong the mare’s body really was, she really was powerful! He got a wonderful of sense of it both her in build and in movement, as the two lovers frantically humped against one another. Ginger was clearly trying not to hurt her less powerful mate, but every now and then she would almost knock him down. He also loved how very good the mare’s fat felt as it touched and massaged his skin, so soft and sensual in feel! He especially loved when his balls slapped against Ginger’s flab, really making him feel good as if she was milking him with her body! Ginger’s body was also rocked about by his wanton thrusting. Her leg muscles flexing, her neck muscles tense, with every thrust he saw her strong tendons flex. Her sensual fat jiggled about, especially her belly and leg flab. Part of him wanted to rub his cock against her soft lard and just lose himself in her blubber, but he fought it off. Richard saw Ginger’s big sexy butt as it moved about with every fucking motion they made, could hear her belly being flung back and forth fairly well causing gas to build up within her. Like a balloon it swelled up visibly, and he smiled a perverse smile. The mare skillfully moved her body in time with every movement, matching Richard’s effortlessly.
Both of them were in ecstasy, expressing pleasure in the typical ways of their respective species. Ginger was snorting, grunting, groaning, and whinny neighing. Her eyes were moving about, her noses flaring, her tongue hung out lazily. Richard was gasping, groaning, grunting, signing, moaning, etc. He had to fight for his eyes to not roll back into his head, his mouth open in various exclamations of pleasure. Each lover immensely turned on by the sound of the other’s distinctive cries. Neither of them knew exactly what the other was saying, but they both had a pretty good idea. Richard realized he was going to always fuck Ginger, as often as possible; a somewhat similar thought was going through Ginger’s mind. He didn’t want this to stop, ever. He wanted to hump this plump mare forever. If they could, they’d breed for all eternity. Richard knew that it had to end eventually, in spite of his efforts to prevent himself from cumming within her (he had wanted the sex to go on as long as possible).
Richard just barely managed to activate the vibrator within Ginger’s butt and Ginger whinny neighed as the inner of her bowels was stimulated violently. “It’s okay! It’s okay!” He said to her, calming her down as he sped up his thrusts. For a while she still protested audibly a bit and he considered removing it. But it wasn’t long before she stopped and actually seemed to like it, then love it. Ginger didn’t have a clue what was happening inside her ass, all she knew what it felt wonderful. When Richard tentatively shoved it in a bit deeper, his mare lover signaled her approval. Soon it was almost all the way within her butt, becoming another source of enormous stimulation for the mare.
He soon felt the sperm within his balls moving into his cock…he was about to blow his load. It was going to be a big one. Richard rapidly thrusted into his Ginger with as much power as he could muster. Ginger was whinny neighing and snorting like crazy, Richard didn’t even notice how much noise she was making. His eyes rolled back into his head, his teeth clenched tightly. Then it happened, he orgasmed, his entire body becoming rigid: “GINGER I’M CUMMING!” Richard cried out loudly, though he did his best to tone his voice down. He felt himself explode, blowing several loads in rapid succession straight into his love’s pussy.
In his mind he saw images during his orgasm: Ginger’s body, swelling up with a ridiculous amount of semen, becoming astonishingly pregnant, her belly inflating as their offspring developed within her…then the scenes stopped. Ginger let out a low, long sensual groan of pleasure as she felt her womb absolutely flood with her mate’s white-hot sperm. Richard opened his mouth in a low moan as he felt his balls empty their contents into Ginger’s hot warm womb. She orgasmed explosively herself, letting loose a loud whinny neigh and splattering juices all over the ground and down her legs. In the powerful violent throws of her orgasm, the over-lubed vibrator started to slide out.
Then exhausted, Richard slumped panting over his obese mare’s body, arms on her sides. He savored the afterglow, keeping his cock within her for quite a while. The 20-year old was so content he almost fell asleep, but eventually pulled out of the mare’s pussy. He plopped onto the hay with a very broad smile on his face, laying face-up, staring at the ceiling. Very soon after he pulled out of her, the vibrator loosened up even more. All of the gas that had built up within Ginger during the sex escaped. An extremely loud, astonishingly ripe, and impossible long fart just exploded from the plump mare’s butt throwing the vibrator aside like a flying missile. For a while Richard just basked in her scent, so astonishingly lovely.
Ginger rested for a while next to Richard, who was busy inhaling her latest fart but soon was on her feet. She sensed he was too tired for sex, so the chubby mare prodded him to get up. A strange desire came over him. Then Ginger gently pressed her butt against Richard’s mouth, waking him up as he felt her sphincter atop his mouth. Richard thought, “You naughty thing! You do know what I love though…” Ginger proceeded to feed her mate her dung directly from the source…slowly. He felt her asshole open up and her dung slide out and into his mouth. He delicately chewed it up as the poop very very gradually slide out, Ginger took her time. It took a while, but eventually he chewed it up. More strains, more farts, more poop followed. The exhausted human instinctively devoured it all before cleaning up her ass with his tongue. Richard smiled as he examined his swollen belly, filled to bursting with his lover’s poop. Then Ginger moved, and for the first time he was presented with her swollen teats. He reluctantly latched onto one as she whinny neighed softly, and gently drank of her delicious milk. For quite a while she went on, then suddenly Ginger spun him over onto his bloated stomach, “What the? Ginger what are you doing?” Ginger was curious about her mate, not that she wanted to go as far as him regarding her waste. She just wanted to return the favor regarding his pleasuring of her butt. He started to get up but she pinned him down under her hoove. “Looks like I’m yours to explore,” Richard signed before laughing softly. She licked him right between his butt-cheeks, and he gasped sharply. “Bad girl, huh?” He remarked. Ginger licked him again, her tongue briefly stroking his sensitive asshole causing him to cry out softly. “This is most embarrassing,” he thought. He had no defense against Ginger’s massive wet tongue.
Ginger, sensing his arousal, resumed licking her mate in his most vulnerable area. She had caught on to how pliable he was in that spot. Richard squirmed under her hoove, trying to get loose but she held him down firmly. Once again her snout delved between his cheeks and this time she keep licking his anus. He cried out, gasped, and most of all struggled in vain. Ginger had no intention of ceding control to him at the moment, enjoying the feeling of being in charge. Richard couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations Ginger’s rough and wet tongue was giving his butt. His mare lover bathed his ass in wetness, slowly loosening up his anal muscles. In spite of himself he felt his asshole relax on him, gradually opening under Ginger’s ministrations. “Please Ginger stop!”, but his pleas were half-hearted. He was aware of her hot saliva seeping into his bowels, her tongue starting to force its way in. Ginger pressed and pushed her tongue against the human’s anus, gradually getting it inside him while her mate continued to gasp and cry out helplessly. She remembered how the strange animal had pleasured her backdoor, so she copied his technique as best she could. Richard couldn’t help himself, his cock had long since hardened on him as her tongue drove itself deep up his ass. For a while she relished in seeing him squirm for a change, then got tired of having the unpleasant taste on her tongue. She pulled her tongue out of Richard’s now well-lubricated butt.
Then she prodded him against to get up. Richard did so, still consumed with that strange desire. He wanted to mark her as his mate, like an animal. Richard didn’t want any other horse to fuck her, he wanted Ginger to be his alone. His bladder was filled to bursting as he hadn’t peed all in quite a while. He wonder if he had unconsciously been saving the urine up for this moment before shaking the feeling off. Ginger seemed to realize what he was doing, so she knelt before him.
“Time to let the other horses know just who your lover is.” Richard was completely immersed in animalistic urges. He aimed his cock at her; he estimated he had a minute and a half of urine within him. From his cock, a fast-moving stream of yellow piss shot out and splashed against Ginger’s face. The liquid went flying as a fine mist whenever it struck her flesh, the rest seeping down her skin. He watched as the obese mare’s face was bathed in warm urine. Urine dripped all over his head, her skin coated in a thick layer of his piss. Ginger seemed to be smiling at him.
Then he marked the other sides of her body till Ginger was completely covered in his pee. Piss dripped everywhere from her body, her hair was wet, and her skin glistened with warm liquid. In a surreal way she looked oddly beautiful, the candle-light reflecting off her piss-soaked body surreally. Unsurprisingly, Ginger would now smell like his urine Even when she was washed, just enough of its scent would remain for a horse’s sense of smell to pick up.
The female horse knew he was leaving. “I have to go to bed my love.” Richard said, still worn-out. He washed her pussy as best he could of his sperm, cleaned off the piss though the scent would still be discernable to other horses, recovered the vibrator, cleaned up the scene, hugged her tightly, and then snuck back in the direction of his room (though he stopped by the bathroom because he definitely needed to clean off extensively). Richard had had his first taste of bestiality, the love of a beautiful female horse named Ginger. It would not be his last……

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Diary of a Pain Slut – Week Four of Five

When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week four of that diary. There are five weeks, each more or less stands on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous weeks.

The Mom Incident

The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
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Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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Forced to be a Fuck Doll IV

The men who came and retrieved Ashlynn from the penthouse after the party laughed at the plug in her pussy that was keep in all of the men’s cum that was funneled into her. They demanded that she leave it in until her bath time the next morning. After she was bathed she was taken to a place where her legs and pussy were waxed thoroughly then she was put in something not unlike a hospital gown and made to wait in a room. Ashlynn was beyond the point of crying and she was just hoping that things didn’t get any worse.
Finally one of the attendant men came in and said “Get up, let’s go…I’ve got to deliver you out to the country.”
Once inside the van Ashlynn dared to ask the driver where she was being taken.
The man laughed and said, “Some rich dude is in town for a couple weeks and wants a slave.”
Amazingly Ashlynn was glad to hear that it was only one man…but and then grew worried about the length of time and all that could happen in two weeks.
“Oh, yeah, we chose you because he requested one of the fresher sluts and one with a virgin ass. Haha…so, I’m guessing it won’t be unused for long.” The man taunted her.
Ashlynn hoped to herself that it wasn’t true and that the attendant was just being cruel as usual.
After about 45 minutes the van stopped and Ashlynn was led out and unblindfolded. She saw a beautiful country house with a large landscaped yard. She was led inside the house and into a a hunter’s lodge like decorated livingroom. There was a huge fireplace and large bear skin rug in front of it. The attendant told her to get on her knees and he sat on a couch to wait.
After a minute or two a man entered the room and greeted the worker. He looked to be about 40 and had dark brown hair with some slight grey peppered here and there. Ashlynn had to admit that he was quite handsome.
“So, here’s my slave…Stand her up and let’s have a look” The man nonchalantly ordered.
The worker jumped up off the couch and roughly pulled Ashlynn off the floor before she could do so by herself. He quickly ripped off her hospital gown leaving her completely naked and exposed…by default she tried to cover her tits and and pussy with her hands. The older man strode over and slapped her hands down.
“You have a lot to learn, slave, but I love breaking them in. You will only speak when spoken to and you will always address me as ‘Master’. You will only refer to yourself in third person as the ‘the slut’ or whatever…feel free to get creative!” The man said to her with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were scanning her entire body and his hands grazing her tits, pinching at her nipples, and prodding at various parts of her.
“Alright, slut, turn around…let’s look at that ass.”
She began to turn around and was was immediately backhanded in the face by the man,
“I gave you an order and you didn’t respond! you’re already breaking the rules, stupid.”
After the shock of the blow wore off she manged to whisper “Yes, master.” and then turned around.
The man who will now be referred to as Master began slapping her ass a couple times and then turned back to the attendant.
“Alright, she’ll do. You can leave now.”
“Well, first things first…on your knees, cunt. You’re my fucking pet while I’m visiting and you’ll be crawling the whole time.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said as she quickly dropped her knees, not wanting to be hit again.
“Good, slut…Now here’s a reward.” He picked up a case from a nearby coffee table and pulled out what seemed to be a black dog collar. He placed it around her neck. “Now you’re a proper pet. And you’re in luck because I’m done with work for the day and can give your training my full attention.” He pick up a small cat o’nine tails whip and lashed her ass with it making her whimper.
“Let’s go downstairs.” He led her down some stairs, kind of difficult to do while crawling, and once she was down she saw kind of a makeshift dungeon set up. The floors were cement, there was a large cage in the corner, a wooden table, various ropes, toys, and devices hanging on the walls. Ashlynn immediately began to grow more fearful.
“Now, let’s have a more detailed inspection.” He grapped a length of rope that fell down from the ceiling across a rafter and tied both her wrists with it. He then began pulling on the other end which hoisted her up to her feet. Much to Ashlynn’s dismay he kept pulling until only a few of her toes could touch the ground, causing her extreme discomfort.
“Spread those legs, you cow.” Master yelled and he hit her inner thighs with the whip. She immediately spread them. He began pressing her exposed cunt with the whip, almost shoving it up inside her. “Alright, it seems like a decent cunt…but I’ll have to spread it out to get a better look.”
He walked over to one of the racks on the wall and began sorting through some things, and then brought back a box. He pulled out 2 metal clamps that were kinda similar to jumper cables…each had a couple inches of chain with two clamps on each end.
He pinched one clamp onto one of her pussy lips and Ashlynn let out a squeak as the dull metal teeth of the clamp bit into her tender pussy lip. He then pulled on it and clamped the other end to some soft inner thigh skin pulling the chain taut and opening her pussy up. He then repeated this with the other pussy lip and Ashlynn was starting to tear up. Her feet were in pain at the awkward stance and her pussy lips and inner thighs were throbbing and stinging at the pressure of the clamps. Strangely though, the cool air on her spread pussy felt good to Ashlynn.
Master examined her open cunt more thoroughly and nodded his approval. He began lightly whipping it at with his whip, and then slowly increased the harshness. She winced as she felt the leather straps lashing at her clit and inner pussy. He was also lashing at her inner thighs and Ashlynn could see that her pussy and thighs were quickly turning red.
“Okay, good. Now I’m going to start training you to love pain…then you’ll be begging me to torture your dirty little cunt.” He reached in the box and pulled out a small vibrator bud that was attached to a cord and could be controlled by him. “Now listen, I’m going to shove this up your little pussy and I’m going to keep whipping you…it’s your choice if you want to hold your pussy tight to keep it…but I’ll whip you regardless.”
He shoved the vibrator inside easily and immediately turned it on, the sensation was a pleasurable change from all the pain and Ashlynn found herself immediately tightening to keep it inside. He began using the ship on her spread cunt again, the lashes going up her ass crack as well as almost inside her pussy hole. The vibrator was making her wet and she soon began to notice she was dripping on the floor…but it wasn’t enough to put her over the edge. However, each time she felt one of the lashes, especially on her clit, she was brought a littler nearer to climax. She blocked out the pain and only focused on the pressure building inside her pussy…she desperately wanted to explode. She was awakened from her pleasure trance by a slap in the face.
“Hey, cunt, you will not cum without permission.”
“Yes, Master.”
He began using the whip on her tits and her nipples grew hard and eventually raw. She looked down to see them red and striped with marks. She began smacking her open pussy with the palm of hand…spanking her clit. The pain was so intense that she was actually unsure whether it was pain or actually pleasure she began gyrating her hips, awkwardly in her stance, and was trying to hold back on climaxing. Finally he said,
“Alright, you may cum, slave.” And then began whipping her its even faster and harder while still furiously spanking her drenched slit. That put her over the edge and she immediately orgasmd, the vibrator slid out the floor with a slurping noise, and her whole body shuddered and she moaned with pain and delight. In that moment of bliss, Ashlynn did feel like a pet for a second…just an animal to be used. However, that was quickly over he slapped one of her tits with an extremely forceful blow…she lost her balance for a moment and the rope dug painfully into her wrists before she regained balance.
“You’re supposed to thank me right away you ungrateful little slut.” He spit on her face.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for making me cum.” She could feel the glob of his saliva run down her cheek and she was instantly embarrassed at having orgasmed. How I could I actually like this? She let her head hang down.
“Well, that’s better…still though, I don’t think I’ll let you cum for the rest of the day. I don’t put up with spoiled little fuck pets.” Instead of letting her down as Ashlynn has hoped he began rummaging through the box again, and brought out another two little clamps but this time with little weights on the end of them connected with chain. He attached them to her nipples which were already swollen and raw from the whip. The pain made Ashlynn bite down on her lip.
“I think we’ll leave on the clamps on your cunt…let you dry out. Tell me how fucking wet and dirty you are, slut. Tell me how much you loved to be whipped.”
“The slut loves to be whipped, Master…her dirty cunt is dripping from being tortured. The little fuck pet can’t get enough.” Ashlynn whimpered with her eyes closed…it was so hard to say aloud, but she didn’t want to be hit again. Her sore nipples were pulled down by the weights and Ashlynn couldn’t help but think about how ridiculous she looked. Her sloppy pussy spread wide, her thighs red and covered with welts, her breasts red and striped with marks as well, her nipples being pulled down, and dried spit on her face. She didn’t know how she could handle two weeks of this.
“Well, slimy, I’m hungry and going upstairs to eat so you won’t ruin my appetite. Just have fun hanging out here.” As soon as he said it he began to laugh, “hahahaha, ‘hanging’! Get it?” Ashlynn didn’t say anything.
“Ah, it’s probably way over your head, you dumb piece of fuck meat.”
He then turned his back to her and walked upstairs leaving Ashlynn in tears.
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After what seemed like at least and hour Ashlynn heard the door open and was actually happy for it, she was in immense pain and had been praying for unconsciousness. Once he was down the stairs he gave her a big smile. “Alright, kitty, it’s time for you to come down.” He untied her wrists and unable to keep her balance on her cramped toes she feel flat on her face. He laughed at her a tossed a doggy bowl on to the floor filled with scraps of pizza. “Hurry up and eat so we can get back to training, slut.”
By default Ashlynn reached out to grab a crust with her hand and he immediately kicked her in the ribs.
“No! What part of being a fuck pet don’t you understand? No hands, stupid.”
“Yes, master.” Ashlynn said and lowered her head to the bowl and began eating. It wasn’t much food so it didn’t take long. He then directed her to get up on the wooden table and lay on her back.
“Alright, we’ll take these off now” He said gesturing to the clamps on her pussy and nipples. Surprisingly, taking them off was extremely painful and and Ashlynn saw the indentations left on her pussy lips which were still kind of hanging agape, and that her nipples were completely red, swollen, and hard.
“Turn over on your stomach…it’s time to inspect that virgin ass.”
Ashlynn turned over on her stomach, just relieved to be able to lie down after so long.
“Hey, stupid, reach your hands back her and spread these ass cheeks…you’re the fucking slave here.” He ordered.
She reached back and spread her ass for him. She was so humiliated.
“Oh yeah, nice. It’s closed up tight. Now, we have to get it ready…if I’m going to do you the favor of fucking your ass, it’s definitely not going to be a dirty one.” He said. Ashlynn wanted to protest and beg him to not violate her there…but she knew it was futile.
He brought around a metal stand with a IV bag attached to it, just like at hospitals, and filled with a what seemed to be a couple gallons of water. He began messing around with some tubes from what she could tell, it was hard to see her laying on her stomach and trying to keep her ass cheeks held open.
“Alright, here we go.” He said cheerfully and harshly pushed in a nozzle into her asshole. Her ass immediately tightenend and she felt extreme discomfort. She had had an enema earlier in the week…but it wasn’t with as near as much water as it seemed Master wanted to use.
She began whimpering as she could feel her insides cramping and her belly swell.
“Raise up on your knees so your ass is pointing up in the air.” He said as he slapped her ass. Ashlynn obeyed and the pressure of the hard table was relieved but as more water filled her she saw her stomach expand even more. The sensation was so strange and she began to cry and just when she felt like her insides her going to explode he stopped and Ashlynn saw that the IV bag was empty. She let out a tearful sigh of relief. He ordered her to tighten her ass and switched the tub with a plug and yelled at her to get off the table.
“Careful, don’t let the plug pop out and get the nasty shit water all over my floor. If you do then you can guarantee that you’ll be sleeping in it tonight. Now, walk around…we want it to get you all cleaned out.”
Ashlynn began awkwardly walking around, the pressure on her stomach and asshole were unbearable and made it difficult to move. Master just laughed, “Come on, slut, give me a little dance!”
Ashlynn hung her head down with shame and began dancing around…hardly dancing…just kind of moving her hips around. “Come on! Shake those tits and ass!”
Ashlynn was shaking her tits and wiggling her ass with tears streaming down her face. She almost looked like she was pregnant…a collared and swollen red fuck pet stupidly dancing around with a plug shoved up her ass.
“Alright, knock it off…now come over here.” He led her over to the other side of the basement where there was a large metal trough and ordered her to get in and get on her hands and knees. He walked back to the other side, opened up a closet, and brought out a video camera already on a tripod. He was smiling as he brought it over to her and positioned it behind her facing her ass.
“Alright, you dirty cunt, I want you to try as hard as you can to blow that plug out and spray the enema out. Do it!”
Not really needing any encouragement, despite the video camera, she was just so uncomfortable she squeezed and tightened her ass passage in an attempt to shoot the plug out. Surprisingly it didn’t pop out right away and she tried harder, making little grunting noises for her efforts.
“Come on, try harder, little piggy.” He taunted, imitating her grunts.
Finally with one final and hard push, the plug popped out of her and she felt a stream of water begin to gush and spray out of her. It was such relief but the stream seemed endless and she imagined how gross she looked, on her hands and knees with enema water wildly spraying out of her ass. Finally it all trickled out and Master walked over to shut off the camera.
“Not bad, pig slut, I guess you were pretty clean too.” He grabs a hose and sprays her ass off, and then decides to just spray her all down…focusing mainly on pussy and face with ice cold and extremely pressurized water.
“Alright…now time to dirty it up again!” He yelled and dragged her out of the trough. Ashylnn could sense all this activity since she arrived had been exciting him and he was ready to release all those pent up urges. He viciously dragged her to the table, threw her upper body onto it so she was bent over it, spread her legs and pulled his hard dick out his pants. It was about 7 inches long with pretty girthy and when Ashlynn saw it out of the corner of her eye she began to panic. She immediately started to resist and was trying to claw her way out his grasp…the first time she had to tried to physically fight since her capture. He wasn’t having any of it and grabbed her hair on the back of her head and slammed her face down onto the table.
“You’ll pay for this disobedience, cunt!” He growled as he shoved her hard cock inside her pussy, he thrust it in a couple times just to get it wet and then rammed in right into her asshole. Ashlynn screamed bloddy murder as the pain shot through her. She was sure that she was being torn in half and she feel her ass contracting uncomfortably.
“You are my fucking property, cow. A pet…literally just like a fucking up blow up fuck doll…your ass is mine.” He snarled into her ear as he rammed his dick inside her over and over again, shoving her hips into the table…she could feel them bruise. Ashlynn was still screaming over an dover again but was so delirious with pain that she didn’t even realize it. Finally she felt a hot burst as he came and her ass filled up with his semen. He screams trailed off and she was just moaning and whimpering incoherently, she expected him to pull out but he didnt.
” Just so you get the point, I’ll also be using you as a toilet for awhile, piggy.” Before she could even understand what he meant she felt another hot stream in her asshole, but more powerful and wet. She realized he was pissing inside her ass.
“Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold that ass tight and keep that piss inside you.” He demanded. She was way beyond the point of disobeying and just did as he asked. He pulled out and there a little popping noise from the vaccuum of her ass when he pulled out. He reached for another anal plug was pushed it inside her.
“There…you dirty little slut, you can just be a fucking piss bucket for tonight. You love it! Don’t you?” He asked.
Still bent over the table, with her cheek up against the wood, completely defeated she whimpered, ” I love it, Master. I love being your little fuck pet and piss holder.”
He laughed, “I knew it! You’re so dirty…you love being a fuck slave…you’re useless for anything else and you know it.” He grabbed her off the table by pulling on her hair and led her to the large cage in the corner. He cuffed her ankles and hands together and set her on top of a thin blanket in the cage.
“Alright, piglet, goodnight. Hopefully, tomorrow you’ll behave better and I won’t have to punish you so harshly.” He pat her on the head, locked up the cage, and started to walk up the stairs. Not even caring that piss was plugged up her ass, Ashlynn closed her eyes and welcomed sleep.
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Grandpa’s Journals: Peeping at My Grand Daughter’s Window, Part 2

The next day, being a Saturday, the four of us decided to head to the beach for a fun day of playing on the sandy shores of the small community that my daughter lived in. It was a beautifully warm winter’s day, about 75 degrees, with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The Atlantic was too cold to go into unprotected so the grand daughters each wore their wet suits in anticipation of surfing one of the best wave breaks that Florida has to offer. But just as we were leaving, my daughter’s beeper went off calling her into surgery, so she asked me if I would take the girls to the beach as we had planned and she would meet us there later.
Taking two surf boards, boogie boards, umbrella and chairs plus a picnic basket full of goodies, the three of us headed out for a fun filled day at the beach. I watched from the vantage point of my chair under the shade of the umbrella as my two grand daughters caught wave after wave until the surf flattened out and forced them to come in for some refreshment. I had received a call from my daughter telling me that since she was already in there, she had volunteered to stay at the hospital to assist in another emergency surgery so would not be home until later that afternoon.
As we sat around, lounging in the beautiful weather that the day had afforded us and eating our lunch, the girls undid their tops to their wet suits by unzipping the fronts just enough to tell me that they had nothing on under them. My eyes went directly to Lori’s and I got a hint of a knowing smile from her lips as she slid down the zipper to a point much lower than she normally opened the wet suit. Melinda looked on but was oblivious to what was going on or why.
We waited for my daughter to join us at the beach but as it got later and later, I placed a call to her cell and was informed that she had worked all day and was headed back to their house to get some rest before going out on a date that evening. I told the girls that we were on our own for dinner so we decided on pizza at the local pie shop. Afterwards, we headed back home to an empty house.
Going back out to my 5th wheel, I noticed the light come on around the corner of the house, indicating Lori had entered her bedroom so my feet headed over there and as I cleared the corner, I saw my grand daughter standing at her window, opening it up to let the cool night air into the room. She still had on her wet suit and was walking towards the open door when I heard her call out to her younger sister. “Melinda, come on in to my room and chat with me.”
As my grand daughter stuck her head around the corner, she asked Lori, “What do you want to talk about?”
“Oh nothing in particular. It just seems that we never just talk anymore,” she said with a shrug.
Melinda pulled her head back and came around into view, sticking her arms back into her wet suit and pulling it onto her upper body. Reaching for the zipper to put it up, her older sister said, “It’s just me Melinda, you don’t have to cover up. Don’t you remember when we used to play with each other totally naked?”
A look of embarrassment came over the younger sibling as she dropped her hand from the zipper and walked into Lori’s room.
Lori stood up to remove her own suit over her shoulders and revealed to both of our sets eyes her young tender breasts. Melinda turned a instant color of red around her cheeks as she witnessed her older sister’s exposure and then her mouth dropped open when Lori continued to take off the wet suit disclosing that she was wearing nothing under it at all.
“LORI!” Melinda exclaimed. “You’re not wearing anything under your wet suit!”
“I know and it feels so refreshingly free,” Lori said stepping out of the tight leggings of the suit.
Glancing up to the open window, Melinda asked, “But aren’t you afraid someone will see you through the window?”
“Who’s going to be looking?” she answered.
“Well, anybody who happens to be out there. There’s the gate to the lake. Anybody could come up and open the gate,” Melinda tried to explain.
“Have you ever known of anybody using our gate?” Lori asked her sister.
“Well, no, but Grandpa Joe is out there now in his van and he might go down to the lake through the gate and maybe he could see in the window,” she said.
“Grandpa Joe? So what if he does see me. He’s our grandpa,” she said with a dismissive tone to her voice.
This seemed to answer Melinda’s objections as she was looking at her sister’s naked body. Lori went over to the mirror to brush out her hair as Melinda sat down on the end of the bed not knowing what to do with her sister’s unexpected desire to prance around totally nude. After a brief moment of silence, Lori dropped a bombshell on Melinda by asking, “Do you ever get horny?”
I could see Melinda’s expression change into one of pure shock and embarrassment as her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide. “LORI? MY GOD! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?” she asked an incredulous, shocked voice.
“I just wondered,” Lori answered, continuing the brush her long hair. “I know I do, don’t you?”
“Well, yes sometimes I guess, but I don’t go around talking about it,” she exclaimed.
“What do you do about it?” Lori asked another question.
“Lori?” she asked wondering how to answer her sister embarrassing questions.
“Well do you masturbate, you know touch yourself?” she asked looking right at her younger sister.
Melinda diverted her eyes away from her sister’s to look sheepishly down at her lap and then stated, “I know what masturbate means.” She hesitated for a moment then confessed, “Sometimes I do.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Lori commented. “God, I love to touch myself all over. Have you ever let a guy touch you?”
She again blushed at the question but answered it anyway. “I let Danny touch my boobies at the movies once. It felt so funny in my tummy and I think I would have liked for him to touch me more but after he placed his hand on my boob for a second and kissed me on the lips, he rammed his hand down on my crotch and tried to touch my pussy so I told him to stop. But he didn’t so I got up and left.”
“Boys,” said Lori with an exasperating tone in her voice. “I mean, my God, give them a little bit and all of a sudden they want the whole thing right now.” She thought for a moment and then told her sister, “Melinda stand up and come over here. Right here and look into the mirror.”
Melinda obeyed her sister’s instructions and walked over to where Lori had indicated. She then moved around behind her and placed her hands on Melinda’s shoulders. “Honey,” Lori started, “guys are such jerks. I think they think with their dicks. John just the other day asked me to suck his cock after a let him fondle my boobs. I mean, God, can you believe the nerve? I told him to “Go to hell” and left him hanging right there.”
She slowly moved her hands around front to the open zipper of her sister’s wet suit and gently started to open it out wide. Melinda suddenly tried to stop her sister’s advance with a “Lori? What are you doing?”
“I’m just want to see what Danny was touching that’s all,” she said as she continued to open up the lapels. As she slid it down over her shoulders, she exposed the reflection of Melinda’s beautiful mounds to my eyes as her own eyes grew wide with amazement.
“Lori?” she whined in a questioning way but offered no resistance. When Lori had extracted the wet suit down to her elbows, she reached around her sister and gently caressed her breasts with her soft touch. Melinda groaned as she closed her eyes and then repeated her question. “Lori what are you doing?”
“I’m touching your breasts,” she answered plainly. “How do you like it?”
“Oh God, it feels great but we shouldn’t be doing this,” she answered. “My God Lori, you’re my sister, what are we doing?”
“We’re just enjoying each other, that’s all,” she whispered into her ear. “We’re just enjoying each other. I’m enjoying touching your breasts. Are you enjoying having me touch them?”
“Uh huh,” Melinda muttered.
Lori was caressing both breasts with her full hands as she crushed them beneath her palms. Melinda was rolling her head from side to side with appreciation of the sensation that had been awakened in her. But when Lori moved her fingers down and pinched her nipples, she let out another loud moan from her open mouth and stuck her chest out to get the full affect of her fingers.
“Oh my God,” Melinda cooed. “Lori it feels so good down in my tummy,” she said with her chin pointing up to the sky.
Then Lori gave them one more pinch and then moved her hands down to the wet suit gathered around her sister’s waist and started to tug it off of Melinda’s slender hips. Melinda didn’t open her eyes but I detected a slight shift in her weight to aid in the removal. As Lori peeled it down over her hips and down her trim legs, Melinda opened her eyes to gaze at her sister’s kneeling body behind where she was standing and then placed her hand on her shoulder when Lori removed the suit over her feet.
Melinda was wearing the bottoms of her swim suit, a bikini cut, bright yellow suit that clung to her developing butt like a latex glove. When Lori placed her foot back down on the floor after removing it from the wet suit, she placed it a good two feet away from the other foot allowing a gap in between Melinda’s stance. The younger sister’s eyes were wide open as she looked into the mirror to Lori’s hands making their way back up the inside of her legs.
The further north they approached, the wider Melinda’s eyes got and when they were nearly touching the crotch of her bathing suit, she shuttered violently and let out with a loud cry of acceptance. Now her head was flying backwards as Lori made contact with the crotch of the bikini bottoms. Melinda’s knees buckled as she slammed them together, trapping her sister’s hand cradling her crotch. She reached down with her hand and grabbed Lori’s hand and just for a second tried to remove it from her sensitive area. But she must have known that she couldn’t because she suddenly placed her hand on top of her sister’s and began rubbing in between her legs as she voiced her acceptance.
I could see Lori’s hand rubbing up from behind Melinda’s wide spread legs on both sides of her pussy lips. Melinda was going wild with excitement as Lori’s hand became a blur. Then Lori regained her feet directly behind Melinda and moved her hand to the waistband of the swimming suit and pushing downward, inserting it directly onto her fleshy, hair covered pussy. Melinda screamed as she made contact with Lori’s hand but spread her legs even wider to allow it to enter her virginal vagina.
After a moment of lustful exploration, Lori whispered into her sister’s ear, “Let’s get rid of these bottoms so I can open you up.” She slid her other hand to the waist band and tugged it downward as Melinda’s knees made contact with each other. As the yellow swim suit made its way down my grand daughter’s hips, I saw for the first time the lightly colored pubic mound that was sticky wet with her juices. As it made its way down to the floor and she stepped out of them, Lori suddenly turned her around to sit on the bed and commanded her to lie down with her legs hanging over the bed.
Suddenly Lori was kneeling between her wide spread legs looking directly into her sister’s crotch. A greedy smile came over Lori’s face as she slowly reached out with her hand and touch the two puffy labia lips that were protecting Melinda’s treasures. Melinda raised her hips at the contact and as she settled them back down upon the bed, Lori ran her finger up to caress her little button, causing her hips to once again come flying off of the mattress.
“OH GOD!” Melinda screamed. “LORI WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?”
She was thrashing around, with Lori’s body from the shoulders up, separating her wide spread legs. Her crotch was vulnerable to Lori’s manual assault as the stimulus was driving her higher and higher. But when Lori bent in with her mouth to kiss Melinda right on her pussy lips, the younger grand daughter erupted into a gigantic release of violent contractions that shook the very foundations of her young life.
She was thrashing her hips around, trying to dislodge her sister’s head from between her legs but the more she threw herself into the eviction of it, the more and harder that Lori sucked on her clitoris. Melinda was going mad with desire as she gushed forth with her first real orgasm. She screamed, she cried, she begged and she cursed her sister to stop but at the same time she wanted to feel the release even more. But as she came down from the wonderful sensations that she had experienced, a strange, glowing feeling swept over her body, starting at her vaginal opening and encompassing every muscle of her tender young body. And when it had finally made its way to her brain, it melted her consciousness into a blissful slumber that she had not felt before in her entire life.
Lori’s head made its appearance up out of Melinda’s crotch. Her chin was glistening from the fluids escaping from her sister’s vagina and there was a grin on her face as she wiped them off. She suddenly looked up to the window to see me staring out of the corner of the open window. She smiled at me as I moved over into the light. I mouthed the words, “Thank you Lori,” as she continued to grin up at me. I had long ago pulled my cock out of my pants and had spattered my essence against the wall below her window. So I softly told her good night and walked back to my rig and poured myself a Captain and Coke. I’d need more than one this evening.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get the image of Lori making her younger sister climax in the most wondrous way imaginable out of my mind. That sight of my grand daughter’s head buried between my other grand daughter’s legs was burned into my memory forever. My God, what have I started?
The next day I left fairly early for a rendezvous with my old friends that I hang out with every winter down at the refreshment wagon on the beach. It is no where near where we went the day before so my appearance was a surprise to the entire group. We all told some lies about our adventures over the year since we had been together and the day flew by. Before I knew it, it was 4:30 in the afternoon and it was time to go home and fix myself something to eat.
While I was cleaning up from my dinner, my daughter stuck her head into my rig to invite me to come in and spend some time with her. This seemed rather odd to be summoned to the house and I got a sickening feeling in my gut about being caught peeping into her daughter’s bedroom window. But since I had no excuse, I followed her into the house to see what she had on her mind.
We sat around talking about most anything, drinking her booze for a change and just as she went in to refill our drinks, Lori made her way into the family room where we were sitting to tell me good night. As she reached over to give me a gentle kiss on the cheek, she whispered into my ear, “Did you enjoy last night seeing Melinda reach an orgasm?”
I looked shocked at her forthrightness and I cautioned her about being a little more discrete. She just laughed and said softly, “You should be out there tonight. I’ve got something special to show you.”
I groaned and told her that I had accepted this time with her mother and I didn’t know if I could get away. She shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “It’ll be your loss.” Then she turned to her room and disappeared down the hallway. “Good night Grandpa,” shouted Melinda coming into the room and giving me a big hug and a kiss. My hand went to her back and I would swear that I didn’t feel a bra strap under her shirt. A questioning look came over her face as she grinned at me in a shy little way.
“Good night Melinda,” I said with a quizzical look back at her. I wondered what that was all about.
Our talk continued into the night and as it turned out my daughter knew nothing of my peeping activities with her daughters. In fact, she wanted to tell me that she had met someone and had been seeing him for about a month or so. He was a pharmaceutical representative that she had known for quite some time and they had started dating. Now their relationship had grown into more intimate feelings for one another and she was asking me if I would mind being home on the evenings that they were together all night. She didn’t want to expose the girls to the idea of their mother sleeping with a man just yet so she was asking me to keep it between the two of us at least for now.
I was thrilled for her to finally meet another guy and I only hoped that she would make the right decision when to came to forming a meaningful relation. I gave her a hug and told her good night at about 10:30 and headed for my rig. I looked over to the corner of the house and the light was still on in Lori’s bedroom. My feet broke into a trot to get around the corner and take up my position behind the tree.
I peered around the tree through the open window into Lori’s bedroom. I saw nothing. She must be lying on her bed so I crept up slowly to the window, being very careful not to make a sound and as I approached, I heard a muffled squeal of enjoyment coming from just out of my sight. As I got closer to the window I peered over the edge of the window sill through the screen of the open window and almost cried out with what I saw.
The two young grand daughters were totally naked, lying on their backs breathing very heavily as if they had just consummated their love making. Melinda right knee was bent to one side and was placed under Lori’s separated leg. Their eyes were closed but the most erotic thing that I saw was the placement of each of their hands. Melinda’s fingers were twirling through Lori’s pubic hairs while Lori’s was rubbing on the inner thigh of her sister. Each were caressing the soft skin that they encountered with a delicate, soothing touch.
Melinda’s pubic hair sparsely covered the Pons area of her developing womanhood but I could still plainly see her two puffy labia lips. There seemed to be a slight sheen or glistening of fluids coming from between her legs like she had recently expelled her love fluids and as I looked at her closed eyes, I saw the wonderful look of someone in the thralls of a sexual afterglow.
As she moved her hand in a rotating fashion downward to spread onto to Lori’s pussy lips and her older sister reacted violently to the added stimulus. She clamped her legs together and turned towards the touch and then she suddenly opened her legs out wide and raised her hips up to press into Melinda’s hand. She gave off a muffled cry as she arched her back and drove her bare pussy into the returned pressure. She was wild with excitement as she craved her own consummation.
The younger grand daughter quickly rose to her knees as she switched to a position between Lori’s wide spread legs. As she bent over to place her face into the womanly smell, her small little breasts hung down freely and her tiny butt was sticking right up in the air. The sight was mesmerizingly beautiful as I started rubbing my now hard cock that I was removing my pants.
“Oh yes Melinda, you can do it. Just like I did it to you. Go ahead and lick my little clit,” Lori whispered.
Filled with encouragement, Melinda placed her tongue upon Lori’s hairy slit and poked it between the lips until it rested directly on her love button. Lori jerked and tossed her head as she tried not to scream out her emotions of lust. But as Melinda began to lick, Lori had to muffle her enjoyment by stuffing the pillow over her mouth.
Melinda, if this was her first time licking pussy, proved to be a natural because as she continued with her oral assault on Lori’s clit, she was inserting two fingers up into her wet little vagina. Lori had planted her heels into the mattress and was raising her hips into every insertion of Melinda driving fingers and was nearing a wonderful orgasm. Melinda’s other hand was fondling Lori’s breasts and pinching her nipples hard as she kept up the rapid pace of her insertions, Just as she hand grew tired and she didn’t know if she could keep this pace up much longer, Lori gulped in a lung full of air and raised her hips even higher into the air. Then let out a muffled scream into the pillow as she reached her climatic release and humped Melinda’s face and hand until she threw herself over on her side, begging for her to stop.
Melinda had built up her emotions into a near frantic state and needed her own release so she suddenly and with much difficulty, pried Lori’s legs apart and straddled her one leg and positioned herself so her crotch was pressed into Lori’s crotch and they were rubbing her pussies together. As Melinda gained the upper hand, Lori was going crazy from her repeated contact with her extremely sensitive node but she threw herself into the contact and suddenly demanded another, bigger orgasmic release.
They were both frantically rubbing, humping and ramming their two pussies together in a wild orgasmic dance and then in a brief second, they both erupted into a volcanic climax that must have awakened the neighbors much less their mother who was in bed at the other end of the house. Over and over they rocked into each other, driving out the last resemblance of sanity from their actions until Melinda finally went limp and fell down into Lori’s embrace and they each lay there panting.
I had made another deposit on the wall below the open window and as I stuffed it back into my pants, I slowly retreated back to my rig to fix myself double rum on the rocks. I felt like I needed it tonight after witnessing the most erotic display of emotions that I could ever imagine from my two young grand daughters. I wondered if it was an act just for my benefit or if it was real. Maybe it was both but I was totally shocked at the eroticism of this evening and I looked forward to my daughter’s upcoming secret rendezvous with her new boyfriend.
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veronica’s Punishment: Prequel

THIS STORY IS A PREQUEL TO THE FIRST STORY OF VERONICA?S PUNISHMENT. SORRY FOR A SLIGHT LACK OF SEXUAL MATERIAL, MAINLY IN THE END, BUT STILL, GOOD INFORMATION FOR THE REST OF THE STORY

Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.

Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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