My New Bull part 8″Kath”, I hear my husband calling me.”In here, taking a bath”The door opens and Brian sticks his head in.”I brought some dinner home. It’s from that new Thai place we have been wanting to try, and don’t worry I didn’t get the spicy stuff.””Thanks babe, just give me a minute and I will be right there. Hey, why don’t you open a bottle of wine to go with it.”Brian smiles and nods and then he is gone. I climb out of the tub and grab my towel. Standing in front of the full length mirror I realize I am a lucky woman blessed with some good genes. I smile again realizing how DeSean worshiped my body and thinking that he is 12 years my junior. I think to myself, Ugh, Kathy, what are you doing this could ruin your marriage. Your husband of over 20 years and whom you love very much is waiting in the kitchen and your thinking about another man. I run my fingers through my damp hair and throw on my bathrobe and head to the kitchen. Passing the living room I find Brian has set all the food on the coffee table and is plopped down on the couch. I take a seat next to him and dig in. In no time I am back to being Kathy the wife, mother and career woman, not the wanton slut begging to be fucked by another mans cock. I didn’t realize how hungry I was and soon am gobbling up the food over small talk with Brian. I reach for the bottle of wine and find we have finished it off and I rise to grab another from the kitchen. “Hmmm, a second bottle, what are we celebrating.” he says laughing.”Nothing, just in a good mood and why not live a little. And anyway when was the last time we got a little drunk during the week. I can’t even remember” I reply.We finish dinner and settle in watching the news on tv. I am feeling a little light headed from the wine and turn to Brian and blurt out “What kind of porn do you watch?”He turns to me with a surprised confused look on his face, “What?””What kind of porn do you watch?” I repeat”Um, where did this come from?””The other day some of the girls at work were talking about what they do to spice up their relationships and some of them said they watch porn. So….What kind of porn do you watch?”What makes you think I watch porn?” he says a little defensively.”Oh come on Brian, number one you are a man. Number two, you mean to tell me those times you snap your laptop closed quickly when I walk in to your home office I am supposed to believe you are working on highly sensitive top secret stuff that I can’t see or you would rize escort have to kill me, please? So come on tell me””I don’t know just regular porn….I guess.” he says, guzzling the last of his glass of wine clearly a little embarrassed.”Hmmm, Wanna try something?” Without giving him time to answer I stand and grab the bottle of wine and both glasses. “Grab your laptop and meet me in the bedroom” I give him a wink and quickly turn and go.About a minute later he enters the bedroom with laptop in tow and joins me on the bed. I get a refill of wine and cuddle up next to him. “Open your laptop lets watch some porn….hehe….Oh come on here give me the laptop. Lets see I guess I should search for porn?”, I type and hit search.”Let’s see what do we have here, here we go.” and I click on a site called zMouse.Page after page of results and I start browsing them with Brian, who I am sure still doesn’t know what to make of this.”Ok, here is one with bondage, do you watch bondage at all”, he shakes his head no.”Ok, what about two women, I hear men thinks that is hot.””It is hot.” Brian replies”What about threesomes, here is one with two guys and a girl.” I ask.”That’s really hot” he says”Ok, lets check it out” a little surprised how quickly he said that.As the video starts a very sexy woman is sitting alone at a bar and two hunky guys walk up and talk to her. They find out she is on vacation but her husband backed out at the last second so she came down alone. Things move along quickly and after several more drinks they go on the dance floor and things heat up quickly. Pretty soon she is dancing between both of the guys and their hands are all over her. I glance over at Brian and I can clearly see he is getting hard. In the video one of the guys whispers something in the womans’ ear and the scene cuts to a lavish hotel room. I look at Brian and ask if he thinks the woman is slutty for getting ready to be with two guys. He replies something along the lines that no, she is hot because she feels free enough to be sexually open and she is clearly enjoying herself. Back in the video everyone is in some state of undress, she is kissing one guys and the other has started licking her pussy. I reach down and rub Brians’ now hard cock. He groans. I drink the last of my wine and put the glass on the bedside table, untie my bathrobe and let it fall off my shoulders. I push the laptop onto the bed next to us and move down sakarya escort Brians’ body to unzip his pants and fish out his hard dick. I begin to suck occasionally taking a break to as him questions.”Does this feel good babe? What do you think, would you like to see me in a threesome?”I never think of you that way” he says as I take him deep in my throat he groans loudly.”You don’t ever fantasize about me getting fucked by two guys? Sucking your hard cock like this while someone fucks me from behind? “Oh geez, Kath you know just how to suck my dick.”I look back at the video and the woman is now riding cowgirl and the other guy is standing next to her while she sucks his cock. An idea flashes through my head and I assume the same position. Brians’ eyes are closed but they open when he feels me move on top of him. Another groan from him as my hot wet pussy engulfs his rock hard cock.”Look at the video, Brian, I am riding you just like she is doing. Just one thing missing” as I grab one of his hands and begin sucking on one of his fingers.What do you think babe, do you think I can be a slut like her?””Fuck Kath you are going to make me cum.” he groans.I look over at the video again and the woman is being double penetrated as the guy whose cock she was sucking is now fucking her ass from behind her. The woman is moaning loudly and grasping at the bed sheets. I lean down and start whispering in Brians’ ear.”God this has got me so hot….and I want you to fuck me….fuck me like the slut in the video…I want you to fuck my ass, babe”We haven’t done that in a while, it usually happens when too much tequila has been consumed, but Brian doesn’t question and I move off of him while he quickly strips his clothes off and grabs the lube from the bedside drawer. He rushes behind me and I can feel his cock to the entrance of my ass mixing with the cold lube.”oh god babe slip your cock into my ass, fuck me like the slut in the video.”Its been awhile so it takes a couple tries to get my ass to relax enough to press through. Slowly he is filling and stretching me. Leaving me feeling so full.”Yes, Yes that feel so good, fuck my ass, make me a slut like the video. Oh damnit that feels good”Brian is moaning loudly and I know he isn’t going to last long. I reach down to my wet slit and shove two fingers inside.”Bri, I just put my fingers in me, I can feel your cock in my ass against them. Its like I have a cock samsun escort in both my holes. Fuck me hard babe I am going to cum”Brian can’t last and with several hard thrusts his cum shoots deep in my ass, just as I cum all over my fingers. We both collapse on the bed and his softening cock slowly is pushed out of my ass followed by a trail of his semen. We roll over and I see Brian staring intently at me. He wraps his arms around me and crushes his mouth to mine. We kiss for a long time. Eventually he lays back on the bed and I roll over laying on my side facing him. We are silent for a long time before he says.”I like when you talk to your girlfriends at work”We both laugh for a while and I tell him I need to take a shower, his slutty wife needs to wash the cum out of her ass.After my shower I find Brian fast asleep, I also notice a large wet spot where I was laying. I am awake after the shower and head back down to the kitchen with the wine bottle and glasses. I pour the last bit of wine in a glass, grab my phone and sit down at the kitchen table. There are texts from earlier.”How many times did you cum thinking about me?” DeSean followed by a picture of him standing naked in front of his bathroom mirror. “I want to fuck you tomorrow” DeSean, followed by a close up of his hard dick.”Twice and I have to work tomorrow” meI take a sip of wine and sit there thinking about what my life has become in just a few days.”Make it three times….touch your self and think about me” DeSeanInstinctively I look around and tentatively spread my legs and as I do the robe slides up my thighs exposing my naked pussy. I slide my hand down to my pussy and begin to rub in long strokes up and down the length of my labia. “Put a finger inside your cunt, then bring it to your mouth and suck your finger, return your wet finger to your clit and rub in small circles” DeSeanWithout thinking I do as he says. “When you are about to cum, shove two fingers inside your wet snatch and finish cumming. Send me a pic of your fingers when you are done” DeSeanHis dirty message turns me on and pushes me over the edge. As I climax for the third time today thinking about him, I push two fingers deep inside my spasming pussy and feel my fingers coated with fluid. Slowly withdrawing them I pull up the camera on my phone and take a picture of my slick finger. Send.”Very nice, you came quick, you must like this. Send me a pic of you licking your fingers clean” DeSeanAgain without a thought I take the slutty pic he wanted. My tongue sliding up the length of my fingers as if it was his big cock I was cleaning. Send.”Such a good little slut. You should dress sexier tomorrow when you come and see me. Good Night” DeSeanAnd that was it. I went off to bed already planning my wardrobe for tomorrow.

25 – Meeting Veronica25 – Meeting VeronicaWell, it finally happened. “Hi, Katie” I heard from behind me one Friday morning at the shop. I turned to fine a smiling young Coed. I recognized her. “Oh, so sorry,” she said as she glanced down at my name tag. “I…I thought you were someone else…sorry,” she stammered. She was embarrassed.“Veronica?” I asked tentatively.“Yes…yes,” she replied, surprised. “I go by Ronnie…are you…you are…”“Yes,” I lowered my voice and said conspiratorially, “I am “Katie”, I added using my fingers for air quotes. “It’s time for my lunch break. Let me buy you lunch, and I can explain.” I looked at her questioningly. She hesitated, but then agreed. I called out to Susan that I was going to lunch. She poked her head out of her office, smiled at Ronnie, and said “Sure. Have fun. No hurry. Just be back before 4-ish…”So, I walked Ronnie outside, and we headed to a nearby outdoor café. When the waitress came for our drink order and she asked for a glass of white wine, I told the girl to “make that a bottle”.As she walked away, Ronnie asked concerned “Don’t you have to go back to work?”I laughed good naturedly. “Yes. Susan’s a great boss and besides, Friday afternoons can be slow and she leaves at 4pm for a standing Happy Hour get together with her Lesbian girlfriend, Lynn”. This made Ronnie giggle. Ronnie was an attractive brunette. Her brown eyes sparkled when she laughed. She was taller than me, with larger breasts, but with a slim waist and hips. She had that infectious, bubbly personality of a cheerleader (I wondered if she was one). I liked her…and I recognized her from the photograph hanging on the Order of the Chalice wall!Our wine came and was poured for us. We clinked our glasses and drank as we looked over the menu. The waitress came back to take our order: we both asked for salads.Then Ronnie opened the subject, “Okay, so you are Katie but you use the name Maire for the shop?”I chuckled, “No, I am Maire most of the time. I am only Katie when I’m around iskenderun escort Steve and the fraternity.” This surprised her. “Okay, let me explain. I was brought up as a good Catholic girl. Sex was for procreation only; not to be enjoyed. Women were to be ashamed of their bodies and to serve their husbands only.” Ronnie smiled and nodded. “I am married to a wonderful man, Liam. We love each other and we have always been faithful… until…” I had Ronnie’s full attention. “My best girlfriend, Melissa, broke me out of my shell. One evening when our husbands were away, the two of us went out to our neighborhood pub. We dressed nicely…okay, slutty, and without trying, we picked-up two men. I wasn’t looking for any relationship and neither was my mentor, Melissa. She just wanted sex. In the parking lot of the pub, we fucked the two men!” Ronnie was surprised but allowed me to continue. “I wanted it, but it surprised me how much I enjoyed it. I love my Liam as my husband, but this new sex-thing had me interested. Up until then, I had only had sex with Liam. He and I first had intercourse a week before our wedding. I thought I would burn in hell for not waiting for our wedding night!” Ronnie burst out laughing.“Maire, how old are you?” she asked. I told her I was 30 years old and she was shocked. “Oh, my! I hope I look as good as you do when I’m 30.”I went on to tell her about getting a job at Susan’s Lingerie and how this opened-up new worlds for me. “I didn’t want to ruin our marriage by having affairs, but I was very interested in men and sex.” Ronnie chuckled and our salads arrived. She refilled our glasses with wine. “Liam discovered my stash of sex toys that I had purchased at the shop and that got us talking. He admitted that he didn’t think that he was satisfying me fully in bed… he would enter me, thrust some and then satisfy himself, not rudely but that’s all sex was to him. He told me that he had a fantasy idea that adapazarı escort he wanted me to consider. My loving husband wanted to watch me have sex with other men! No affairs or sneaking around, just me performing in front of him and getting my sexual satisfaction.” Ronnie again showed her surprise. I continued, “So, after I got over that shocker, we agreed to visit the pub and see if we could entice a man to come home with us, to fuck me in front of him. This was very exciting for me to consider. “I arranged things with John, the guy I had sex with in the parking lot…and well, some after that as well. He agreed to play along and meet me… us… at the pub.” Ronnie was listening intently and I was enjoying telling my story. “Not only did we bring John home with us, we also brought his friend, James … the one who had fucked Melissa. They both had their way with me. I loved it and so did my husband.“Since then, I met Steve and Jackie. Please don’t tell anyone this, but I’ve been fucking and sucking Steve for some time now. We both just use each other as sex toys. We are not in a relationship as we have wonderful partners already. Steve’s cock is sooo big! Did you know that?”Ronnie laughed with me. “I haven’t seen it myself, but I have heard the rumors.”“Well, they are true,” I confided. “His cock is at least 10” long, thick and delicious. It is just amazing to cuck on… he’s also a big cummer … and he has the most luxurious fucking rhythm and staying power. I have multiple orgasms.” Ronnie giggled.“I even arranged a cuckhold session with Steve for Liam. My husband never suspected that I knew Steve and I really enjoyed performing with him for Liam. It makes me tingle even now telling you about it…”I paused to catch my breath. “Anyway, that brings me to joining the Order of the Chalice,” I concluded.Ronnie gushed, “Joined? You conquered it, Maire…er, Katie.” She smiled at me, and reached over to squeeze my hand.“Well, if I remember, başakşehir escort you completed six interviews and most of the Chalice yourself” I complemented her.“But you did all 12 plus a full chalice! How did you do that?”“By loving it! I enjoy men and sex. I’ve learned how men worship their sperm, so I honor their cock and seed, too. They love a woman who does so.“You see, from their first wet dream…”“What?” Ronnie interrupted to ask.“When young boys, p*****nage usually, begin to generate testosterone, they also have the beginnings of erotic dreams. They cum in the PJs, usually in the morning, while they are sleeping. They then discover masturbation as they fantasize about girls. According to my sources, they can cum several times a day and use tissues, their sister’s or mother’s panties, photos in magazines…whatever is available to deposit their semen. Young boys develop an association between sexual pleasure, erect penises, and fountains of their seed. They fixate on cumming.“Any woman who understands this innate passion of a man, and his addiction to his semen, will be a sought-after sexual partner. Guaranteed.”“Wow!” was all Ronnie could say. Then she added, “You are amazing, as Maire and as Katie.”“Enough about me, Ronnie. Tell me about yourself.” I changed the subject.She laughed good naturedly, sipped her wine, and began, “Well, let’s see…I’m a Junior majoring in Business. I’m a Varsity cheerleader (ah! As I had suspected!) and my boyfriend/sponsor is the star quarterback on the football team. I’m not as adventuresome as you, but I’ve been sexually active since a Freshman in high school. I’ve always been a cheerleader and have dated older boys and sports stars. I learned early that I needed to open my legs for my boyfriends when they needed sex. Oh, I enjoyed it, but I really didn’t know what I was doing at the time. It never occurred to me how men can obsess about their sperm. And here I am.” She concluded. She looked down at her watch. “Oh, my. You did need to get back to the shop. It’s 3:30 already. I’ll come with you and you can help me find some sexy things, okay?”We waved the waitress over, I paid the bill, and we departed. She linked her arm in mind as we walked back to the shop. Susan greeted us as we walked-in with a knowing smile and then she left for her happy hour date with Lynn.

While eating and having some beer Niky suggested, “let’s go to mom’s room later on, I want to make more videos of Mariana, and let’s have more fun, it was amazing we all together.”

I replied, “so you liked Mariana being with us.”

Niky said, “Yes it was fun,” then she asked me, “Daddy, when do you want to fuck Miruna?”

WHEN NOT IF I WANT.

She continued, “Do you want to fuck Miruna together with her mother, or only with us first!” her and her mother she meant by us.

I was really surprised, and choked the beer I was drinking, “What are you talking about sweetie,” I replied.

Niky came over to me and kissed me then said, “Miruna wants to fuck you Daddy and I promised her I’ll arrange that with you, I’m sure you will enjoy fucking Miruna as you enjoyed her mother now, didn’t you daddy?”

I replied, “Niky sweetie, you know why Mariana is here now, Nicole who asked for that and she told you why.”

Niky said, “Fine, mom asked for Mariana, now I’m asking you for Miruna, trust me daddy you will enjoy that much, and mom too, that will give her more power over Mariana.”

She leaned and kissed me again.

I cut the kiss with Niky saying, “Let’s talk about that later sweetie, I need a break now please.”

“Sure Daddy,” she said while returning to her chair on the table.

Niky picked her mobile and started texting for few minutes.

I asked her, “What are you doing sweetie?”

“Nothing daddy,” she replied.

“Don’t lie to me Niky, we agreed about that,” I said.

Niky said, “I’m chatting with Miruna and sending her the videos I took for her mother.”

“Oh my God,” I said.

She replied, “Don’t worry daddy, I know what I’m doing, trust me.”

I left the table and went to my window to smoke not knowing what I should do any more with Niky or Nicole even.

Niky followed me and got between my legs and took my soft dick by now in her mouth and started twitching my dick with her tongue while he is inside her mouth.

I let her do what she likes and continued smoking, trying not to think at all about anything.

After I finish my cigarette, Niky said, “Let’s go to mom’s room and let’s have some fun daddy it’s still early.”

It was about midnight by now that the early she meant.

“Ok sweetie, let me go to the bathroom first then we go,” I replied.

“Ok daddy, I’ll wait for you,” she said.

I spend about 20 min in the bathroom and took a quick shower to clean myself and freshen up.

When I returned to my room Niky was still chatting Kızılay Escort with Miruna, I grabbed her hand and led her to her mother room.

The door was closed but the light was on. I knocked on the door but Niky just opened the door and went in, I followed her.

Nicole was laying on her back and her head over a double pillows, Mariana on her knees inserting a big didlo inside Nicole pussy and sucking on her clitoris.

It wasn’t exactly the 69 position but Nicole was able to finger Mariana’s pussy as well.

Once Nicole saw us she just smiled and she said, “I felt you will join us again.”

I replied, “Niky insisted wanting to have more fun.”

Mariana raised her head and looked at me with a big smile, “Does Niky only who wants to have more fun,” she asked me.

I smiled back and replied, “Me as well if that fine with you and Nicole.”

“Sure, my love,” Nicole said.

Niky didn’t say a word just she was holding her mobile and videoing Mariana and Nicole.

She got over the bed still her camera is on and got on her knees positioning her pussy over Nicole’s mouth and asking her mom to eat her pussy.

It crossed to my mind that videoing and Niky request for Nicole to eat her pussy is a show for Miruna after Niky’s talk earlier about Miruna and chatting with her, but I didn’t care.

I watched the whole scene and Niky just looked to my eyes with a big smile on her face.

Mariana continued fucking Nicole’s pussy with that big rubber dick while sucking Nicole’s clitoris.

I laid on the other side of Nicole where my face was in front of Mariana face.

I hold Mariana hand which has the didlo and I pulled her hand with the didlo out of Nicole’s vagina.

She raised her head and looked at me wondering what I’m doing.

I took Mariana fingers after I removed the didlo from her hand and sucked her index finger for a moment.

I hold all her fingers I closed them in conical shape.

I hold her hand rest and pushed the conical five fingers inside Nicole’s pussy.

Nicole was busy eating her daughter’s pussy and didn’t notice what I was doing till the whole hand of Mariana vanished inside Nicole’s vagina.

Nicole moaned loudly and Mariana got sort of confused not knowing what to do.

I pushed her hand deeper and twisted her arm telling her, “Reach to the womb and scratch it with your nails as well that vagina walls.”

Mariana did exactly as I instructed her and Nicole started moaning more and building her orgasm.

With Kızılay Escort Bayan my other hand I pushed Mariana head down to Nicole’s pussy saying, “Suck and bite that pussy and don’t stop till I tell you.”

Nicole screamed from her orgasm and Niky was still sitting over chest by now and I repeated to Mariana, “Don’t stop.”

She continued to fest Nicole’s pussy and biting her clitoris and Nicole just moaning and raising her hips to get more friction inside her vagina.

I was totally hard from all what was going on I moved myself behind Mariana and in doggy style I shoved all my erected dick inside her asshole.

Mariana didn’t see that coming and just screamed.

I didn’t take my dick out that time. I fucked her asshole in long deep strokes and saying to her, “Do not stop eating that fuckken pussy. “

I looked to Niky asking, “Come sweetie, eat Mariana’s pussy while I’m fucking her ass.”

In no time Niky was under Mariana and raised her head and started eating Mariana and sucking her clitoris.

Both Nicole and Mariana were screaming in continued orgasms and none of us stop any of the actions we were doing.

I couldn’t take it any longer and I announced, “I’m going to Cum.”

Niky just heard that and yelled, “Please daddy Cum in my mouth please, I’ll eat it all you, know that dad.”

I just pushed Mariana forward so she was over Nicole body I laid over Mariana positioning my dick inside Niky’s mouth.

She sealed her lips around my dick with her hand grapping my balls and pushing my dick more inside her sealed mouth.

I started shooting load after load inside Niky’s mouth.

With all the amount of Cum I shoot no drop escaped her mouth and just kept milking my dick with her closed lips while her tongue moving around my dick inside her mouth.

All the motions stopped and the time just freeze for few moments.

I collapsed over the bed Mariana still over Nicole but pulled her hand out of her pussy. My legs over Niky belly.

We stayed there for about 10 minutes. Our bodies over each other’s just not moving or saying any word.

It was about 2 am by now.

Finally, Niky jumped and said, “I need another beer.”

I replied, “I need a cigarette.”

She pulled my hand and we moved out.

In few minutes Mariana showed going to the bathroom and Nicole sit on the table eating a slice of pizza and drinking more Tuica waiting the bathroom to get free.

Me and Niky were on the window smoking and having some beer when Mariana Escort Kızılay came, she was wearing her t shirt while me and Niky still Naked.

Marian kissed me and said, “You are amazing man Vally thank you so much for such wonderful evening.”

I replied, “Thanks to you Mariana, you are beautiful lady and it was a pleasure joining us tonight.”

Mariana turned to Niky and kissed her longer kiss, telling her, “You are wonderful Niky I love you.” , Mariana added in real bitchy tone, “You taste so yamiiiiiii.”

Niky picked the bitchy hint and replied, “I taste daddy sperm, I don’t wash my mouth after daddy cum in my mouth and I adore that sweet taste of his sperm.”

Mariana replied with a sultry loud laugh, “Exactly that what I meant darling.” , she added, “But I meant also that I love kissing you Niky.”

Believe it or not I felt shy and blushed, I didn’t say a word about that conversation regarding my sperm taste, just I got my head out of the window and continued smoking my cigarette.

Niky replied, “WE love you too Mariana, you should not make any plans next weekend we didn’t get enough from you yet.”

Mariana replied, “With my pleasure Niky I’ll arrange with Nicoleta.”

Niky said, “OK but next time bring Miruna with you. I know she wants to fuck my dad and we need to taste her breast-feeding milk.”

Mariana opened her mouth in shock but Niky just pulled her and kissed her again.

Nicole arrived and Niky stopped the kiss and repeated again what she told Mariana about her daughter Miruna in her mother presence.

Nicole replied, “We will talk about that later Niky.”

She took Mariana from her hand and left after she kissed us good night.

I said to Niky, “You are incredible young smart bitch Niky, bravo you got Mariana’s comment about your kiss taste.”

She hugged me and replied, “Sure daddy, I’m your girl.” She added, “I love you daddy so so so much.”

I replied, “I love you too sweetie, but don’t push that Miruna issue too much, it seems both Nicole and Mariana didn’t like the idea.”

Niky said in sarcastically tone, “I don’t care if they like it or not, I’ll arrange that with or without them, just tell me dad, do want Miruna with her mother or with us alone first?”

I replied in calm tone, “I don’t know sweetie, let me think about it first then we talk about that.”

Niky kissed me saying, “Ok daddy.”

Then she got on her knees holding my soft cock in her hand saying, “I need you inside me dad, I didn’t orgasm much tonight, I need you to make me cum before I go to sleep please.”

She took my dick in her mouth and started twitching him with her tongue inside her mouth.

I replied, “Sure sweetie I’m all yours now.”

I lighted another cigarette and knew it’s still long time to be able to sleep.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Two: Rogue’s Wicked Harem

Part Twelve: Weakened Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks WRC264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Weakened Passion

Princess Ava – The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

My stomach twisted and writhed as I moved around the campfire. My reunion with Sven and his harem had not gone nearly as well as I hoped. Instead of the passionate delight, making love to Sven and his women, the poison ensured that I couldn’t sleep with him. Abstaining from sex with them kept my bedmaid Greta and I healthy while Sven and his harem grew worse and worse. The last two days were awful.

We were one day out from Az, and I feared we wouldn’t make it.

I knelt down beside Sven. He had his eyes closed, his face pale and clammy, sweat beading his forehead. I dabbed at it with my cloth, giving him a forced smile. His blue eyes stayed closed. A nervous writhe ran through my guts, the dread clawing at my heart.

What if my Sven died? We still had to travel all day tomorrow to make it to Az.

I glanced at the woods. The southern edge of the Forest of Lhes loomed to the north of us, a wall of dense woods that ended abruptly against the cleared strip along the road. I shivered. I tried not to look. I could feel the assassin watching us. He had to be tracking us, watching my family getting weaker and weaker.

What could I do? I didn’t know how to fight. And my bedmaid was utterly useless.

“It’ll be okay,” Greta said as she leaned over Aingeal. The faerie was doing poorly. She whimpered on her back, her feyhound Scáthnamhaid lay beside her, resting its head made of wicker on his paws. “Just hang in there.”

“K-kora?” Aingeal asked through chattering teeth.

I glanced at Sven’s sister. She lay beside him, her body looking so small, the blanket pulled up over her. She trembled in her sleep. I leaned over her, my heart pounding ice through my veins as I peered down at her.

“Kora?” I asked.

“I… I…” Kora opened her eyes, her blues dulled to grays. “It’s… so cold…”

“I know.” I dabbed at her sweaty forehead. “Do you think you can eat something?”

“Don’t… know…”

I hated this poison. It had destroyed my family. Zanyia, Ealaín, Sven, Kora, Aingeal, and Nathalie all lay trembling. And the assassin watched us. I could feel the malevolence of his gaze. When would he strike? When would he attack and put down my family?

“We’re not going to make it to Az,” Greta said, her voice tight.

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Keythivak

The time had come.

I cloaked myself in shadows. Sven and his harem lay dying. Too weak to stop me. The princess and her maid would pose no threat. The shadows surged around me, writhing and undulating as I shaped them, molded them, transformed them. My flesh vanished. The shadows hid me. My shoulder throbbed, still healing, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, Master?” my lamia hissed. Hithina crouched on a branch nearby, her dyed-black hair falling about her feral face. She licked her chops, her tail swishing back and forth.

“Now,” I grinned and dropped out of the tree.

I landed as soft as a leaf. Hithina fell down beside me. An owl hooted above. She scurried off to the right, moving through the field on her hands and knees. Only the rustle of grass gave any sign of her approach. I moved to the right, uncoiling my chain-sickle. Using my enhanced shadows had failed me last time. The faerie could counter it too easily.

I’d kill her after dealing with the princess and her bedmaid.

Night deepened around me. The campfire drew me closer and closer. Princess Ava crawled into her blanket, lying next to her bedmaid. Around her, Sven and his harem huddled in their own blankets, too weak to fight. I’d watched them ride, slumped over their horses, hardly aware of the world around them. The styrchnos insidious presence had done its work.

My heart beat sped up as I crept up to the edge of camp. Princess Ava rolled over in her blanket. She stared at the fire, her strawberry-blonde locks painted by the dancing oranges and reds. Wood popped as it burned, smoke pouring into the air.

“It’ll be okay,” the bedmaid said, her voice light. She had blonde hair gathered in twin pigtails. “Maybe we will reach Az tomorrow.”

Princess Ava shook her head. “We won’t. Look at them all. How can any of them ride? Can you lift Sven up into the saddle of his horse? I can’t!”

I crept closer and closer. I slipped past Sven and his sister Kora. I could feel the amulet around the whimpering priestess’s neck. My hands clenched, wanting to grab it but keeping myself disciplined. Deal with the threats first, then claim my Mistress’s prize.

I stood over the princess and her maid. I drew back my fist, my chain-sickle held in the other hand, the chain wrapped about my waist, connected to the sickle. One blow to knock her out. Hithina approached the camp from the other side.

I—

“Kora!” the faerie shouted, her eyes springing open across the campfire.

My head whirled around to the priestess sitting up in her bedrolls, a spike of cold shooting through my veins. She pulled wet fingers out from beneath her blankets as she faced her feverish face at me. Her dull-blue eyes focused for a moment.

“Rithi, I call upon a light of such radiance to reveal the beauty around me!” she screamed out.

Daylight burst from her and washed across my skin. I felt it bathing me, destroying my shadows, revealing my flesh. A trap. They’d baited me into attack. The chain clattered as it whisked against my waist, coming loose, the weighted end swinging around me.

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Sven Falk

I popped to my feet and…

The world spun around me.

Exhaustion leaded my limbs. I didn’t want to fight. Didn’t have the strength to fight, but we had to defeat the assassin before we grew even weaker. Kora’s light died. She fell to the ground, trembling, groaning, frothing at the mouth. She’d done it. She’d held back the poison long enough to cast her light spell and rob the assassin of his shadows.

Now… Now she convulsed on the ground. My stomach twisted. I wanted to help her but…

The assassin stood feet away over Ava. He whirled to face me, blinking his eyes against the blinding glare of Kora’s spell. He held a sickle in his hand, a chain dangling from the end. He swung the sickle, whirling the chain around him. It hissed through the air at me.

I pushed through the sickness and dodged to the right. The weighted end of the chain punched right over my head, thrusting out from him like a thrown lance. The chain snapped taut beside me. I sprang forward, racing along side it and…

He flicked his wrist.

I ducked low. The chain whipped over my head. He slashed forward with the sickle as the chain warped about his thin torso. I raised my short sword, a wave of dizzy exhaustion fuzzed across my vision.

Metal clanged. My sword shifted in my grip. I almost dropped it as I parried his sickle. The impact shivered up the blade. I grunted and stumbled back. I needed to focus. I couldn’t be weak but… My stomach roiled. My head pounded. My eyes wanted to shut. Sleep… I wanted to—

“Las’s putrid cum!” I snarled, diving past the fire as the chain uncoiled from his waist and flicked at me, hissing through the air.

How could I beat him?

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Princess Ava

I sank into my alabaster proxy. I opened my eyes, staring out at the fire, shrunk and tiny. But Aingeal had enchanted this form for me, putting the same ability on it the twinborn witch had to my rose quartz statue. I swelled larger and larger, ballooning out to my full height. I whirled around, Sven fighting the assassin and—

“Princess!” Greta hissed, pointing across the campfire.

The assassin’s lamia crept out of the grass, advancing on the trembling Zanyia. The catgirl struggled to get out of her blankets, her face flushed from the poison. I cried out and charged around the fire, my stone steps thudding with weight. Made of alabaster, it had a solid presence. That had to be good for something.

I had to fight. I had to help my family.

The lamia looked up at me, hissed, and then launched herself at me. I gasped in shock as her nubile body crashed into me. I stumbled, the fire crackling only feet away, the heat washing over me. The nimble lamia scratched at my stony flesh as she squirmed around me. I fought to keep my balance, my feet thudding on the ground.

Sven cursed behind me.

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Ealaín

“Get up,” I growled at myself as I lay in my blankets. They felt so heavy, smothering me with warmth. Sven rolled across the ground as the weighed chain hurtled after him. He gained his feet and Esat Escort battered away at the chain. It wrapped about his sword instead. With a hard jerk, the dusky-skinned assassin yanked the blade out of Sven’s hand.

Sven stumbled, yanked off-balanced by the jerk. He stumbled, his sweaty face grimacing. I had to help him. I had to help him fight and protect my charge. Kora lay quivering, the poison wracking her body. We had to get her to Az.

All of us had to get to Az.

I found the hilt of my ax hidden beneath the blanket. I groaned and heaved off my blanket. I gained my feet naked. My breasts swayed before me. The world swam around me. My feet stumbled as I lurched to the right. I grit my teeth. I had to focus. I had to kill the assassin.

The world swam into focus for a moment.

The assassin swung his chain at Sven, driving back the Zeutchian.

I charged. My stomach heaved, bile burning the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, focusing on the assassin. On carving him in half. One single stroke of my crescent-blade ax and finish him off. I raised it over my head. It felt so heavy, like the weight had doubled since I last swung it. My arm shook.

I screamed out and swung with all my might.

The blade hissed down hard. Right at the assassin’s back. The whip-thin man danced around, pulling his attack from hitting Sven while whirling to face me. I growled in frustration as I missed; my ax slammed past his body.

And struck the ground.

The impact shivered up my arm. I almost released my weapon as I stumbled forward. I fought to keep my balance. Another wave of dizziness beset me. A chain rattled. Something silver streaked off to my right and—

Light exploded across my vision. My head erupted in pain and—

Chapter Thirty-Five: Exhausted Desperation

Zanyia

Ealaín hit the ground hard, struck by the weighted end of Keythivak’s chain. The aoi si lay in a dark heap by the fire, her sword lying before her, arm spilled out reaching for her weapon. She didn’t move. Red stained her pure-white hair.

I hissed as I threw off my blankets. I had to get into the fight. Hithina wrestled with Ava. The lamia bitch had her thighs wrapped around the princess’s alabaster body, her claws scratching at the pretty face, marring the perfection of Ava’s sculpture.

I crouched low, my limbs trembling. A wash of dizzy darkness spills across my vision as a deep chill shivers through my body. My tail twitched hard. I had to focus. I couldn’t afford to be distracted and weakened. Stupid poison.

I hissed and threw myself at Hithina.

Her head snapped around, baleful eyes glaring at me. Then she jumped away. I gasped moments before crashing into Princess Ava. She cried out in shock as I smacked into her naked breasts. Though they felt as soft as real flesh, she was still made of the alabaster. I bounced off hard, my head ringing. I hit the ground on my back, yowling.

“Zanyia!” the princess gasped.

“Slimy naga scales!” I hissed, the world spinning around me.

“Whoops,” Hithina hissed. “Did you bump your head, little kitten?”

I yowled at her and rolled over onto my hands and knees. I crouched, my tail swishing back and forth as I glared at her. She licked her lips, her ears twitching. Then, with a hiss, we sprang at each other. We crashed together.

We hit the ground and rolled. The world flipped around me as we snarled at each other. I struggled to get my claws into her flesh while fending off her gleaming nails. I remembered the burning, flesh-devouring pain of her poison.

I wouldn’t get scratched again.

But the chemical in me…

Darkness washed across my vision. I shuddered, rolling across the ground. Ava gasped, chasing after us, her hands darting in, trying to help me. We bumped into her feet and bounced off as the world spun around me.

My stomach heaved.

My body shook.

“So weak, little kitten,” Hithina snarled as I ended up on my back. She leaned over me, her hands pinning mine over my head. Our breasts pressed together as she licked her lips. Hissing, she bared her fangs.

My exposed throat quivered.

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Sven Falk

I dove to grab my short sword. I snatched it up and grabbed my weapon. The world spun around me as I gained my feet. I swayed, fighting against the dizziness. My stomach churned. The acid burned at my throat. Chills rippled across my flesh.

“Las’s putrid cum!” I growled as I staggered around and—

I raised my sword, smacking the hissing chain out of the air. It hit the ground at my feet as the assassin darted in, swinging the sickle at my face. I backpedaled, swinging my blade before me, knocking back his blade.

“How long can you fight?” the assassin asked, the blade whipping at me from my right.

I didn’t answer, focusing all my will on fighting. I couldn’t relent. I had the skill to be beat him. Desperation pushed me through me exhaustion.

“How long before you collapse?”

I parried the chain then blocked a swipe from his sickle. Zanyia yowled in the background, Ava screaming out her name. I backed up, leading the assassin from the fire, from Kora twitching and shuddering.

I had to keep fighting.

“Do you feel the styrchnos weighing down your limbs?” A deadly smile crossed the assassin’s limbs. “Robbing you of all your strength. How does it feel knowing you are growing weaker and weaker with every moment? That it’s only a matter of time before you collapse.”

Sparks exploded from our weapons as I blocked his sickle. I took another swaying step back. Cold sweat poured off my body.

“You’re shaking. You’re barely standing, Sven. When you collapse, I’m going to kill all your women one by one.” Such pleasure filled his voice. “You’ll lie there, helpless to do anything, shaking, wracked by the poison.”

Anger boiled through me.

My left hand darted down as I lunged forward, thrusting my blade at his guts. He swung the chain around in a sweeping, looping arc. It slammed into my sword, knocking my blade downward. He raised his sickle to slash at my face.

I hurled my throwing dagger.

He flinched back as my knife hurtled at his face. The assassin ducked his wiry body low. The thrown blade hissed over his head. Anger spilled across his features as I recovered from his parry and stabbed my shorts sword at his chest, screaming out my fury. The weakness melted away as the rage powered my limbs.

His left hand moved with blurring speed despite his wound. He grabbed a pouch off his belt and threw it at my face. I reacted. I tried to stop my thrust, but my momentum carried me forward. The bag stuck my face. A dark powder burst around it and—

Itching, burning, aching pain seared my eyes. I reeled back. The world vanished into darkness. I couldn’t see. Dizziness spun me around. I tottered and groaned, the poison surging through me as my eyes wept. I cried out at the agony stabbing into my brain.

The feyhound growled as I fell to my knees, dropping my short sword. I rubbed at my eyes, feeling the powdery grit staining my orbs, melting them. I screamed as the pain burned deeper into my mind.

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Aingeal

I had to get up. I had to help my family fight. But… I just felt so weak. My eyes wouldn’t open. I shivered beneath my blankets, my wings twitching. I felt Scáthnamhaid lying near me, whining and whimpering. He didn’t know what to do. He was newly born, only created by me three days ago.

When I was still strong.

Metal clash and rang.

Zanyia and another cat girl hissed.

“No, no!” Princess Ava cried out, the heavy footsteps of her proxy thudding through the ground.

I just couldn’t open my eyelids. They were so heavy. I didn’t have the strength. My blankets strangled me. I needed to help Sven fight. He needed me. My husband was in danger. Fear clawed at my guts, but the poison…

The poison shook my limbs.

My entire body trembled. This insidious toxin had spread through sex. It settled inside of us. My spirits couldn’t root it out. Kora’s magic couldn’t heal it. It was foul and loathsome substance. I needed to get up. Sven needed my spirits and—

Sven screamed in utter pain.

The heart-rending agony shot through my body. It galvanized me. My feyhound reacted, sensing my pain. He growled and charged from my side. With a whimpering screech, I wrenched open my eyelids. I threw them up and saw the world. The fire burned to my right. Sven screamed to my left.

He knelt clawing at his face smeared in a reddish-black powder. He rubbed at his eyes as he howled in agony. He stood oblivious to the assassin striding to him, raising a curved sickle. Its edge glinted in the dancing firelight, reflecting orange and red, promising death to my husband.

My feyhound bounded closer. With Escort Esat a flick of the chain, the assassin sent the weighted end at Scáthnamhaid. It struck him hard. He whimpered as he flew back and sprawled on the ground, wicker legs twitching.

The assassin turned his attention back to my husband.

“NO!” The scream burst out of my throat.

Desperation cut through my exhaustion. I threw off the blankets and gained my feet.. No sickness, no cursed poison, would keep me from saving my husband. He rescued me from Queen Sidhe’s prison. I would save him now. I reached out to all the spirits in the world. They surged around me, responding to my will.

“SAVE HIM!” I screeched, voice hoarse and dry. “HEAL MY HUSBAND!”

Purple light exploded from me as the spirits responded. Evocation and enhancement spirits streaked out at the assassin. He whirled around, gasped, and reached out with his own will. He seized blue abjuration spirits out of the world, forming a haphazard shield before my onslaught. My spirits crashed into his defenses.

He stumbled back, face twisting as he struggled to chain his abjuration spirits before him, whipping the blue balls of intangible energy into forming his defense. Where he had to dominate, I only had to ask. The spirits loved faeries. They happily performed feats of magic for us.

The green enhancement spirits, used to heal the injured, swarmed around Sven while the orange evocation spirits battered into the assassin’s shield. Dizzy exhaustion swept through me. The world swirled around me as my hands balled into tight fists. Focusing my will sent my heart pumping and… I could feel the poison coursing through my blood, spreading through my body and…

The world trembled.

My limbs shivered.

Violent paroxysms seized my body.

I collapsed.

I shook.

The world became darkness. I drifted…

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Keythivak

I staggered back from the onslaught unleashed by the faerie. I panted, shaking my head. My heart raced from the awesome feel of her power. She had so much of it. What she did with her spirits left me feeling weak, impotent.

But now she convulsed on the ground, overwhelmed by the poison. Froth foamed her lips as she shuddered. Her feyhound regained its feet. It growled low and dangerous at me, advancing, its body gliding towards me. Fangs made of carved wood glistened in its maw. I could feel the enchantment spirits wreathing its body, animating it, giving it life.

“Ain… geal…” panted Sven.

He’d stopped screaming.

The blonde man rose, his face cleaned of the powder, his eyes clear and fresh. His face didn’t look as pale. The faerie had healed him while attacking me, giving him back more of his strength. I changed my stance, eyes flicking back and forth between the feyhound and the blonde Zeutchian. Sven held his short sword low.

“What are you going to do now?” Sven asked. “You can’t be a coward and wait for your poison to rob me of strength.”

I smiled. “This was a trap. You feigned your weakness.”

Sven and the feyhound charged at me.

I relished the challenge. My blood pounded through my veins. I reached out to the agitated spirits. With the faerie around, they took even more will to control. They fought me, resisted me. I swung my chain at Sven, a whipping barrier of metal driving him back while the feyhound closed faster.

The construct leaped snarling at me.

I seized the abjuration spirits and sent the balls of blue light streaking at the feyhound. They slammed into its wicker-woven body, phasing through the twisted wood to reach the enchantment spirits inside. I attacked them.

Without the faerie giving them buttressing with her will, the enchantment spirits fled. The feyhound became a statue of wicker, stiff and unmoving. Its momentum still slammed into me. I grunted and battered it away with my arm. As I stumbled back, it hit the ground with a clatter and rolled. It came to rest sprawled over the princess’s collapsed body, her maid kneeling by her, knife in hand. The girl glared at me, her lips pursed tight, knuckles going white as she clutched the blade’s handle.

I winked at her then turned back to Sven.

His blade hissed at me.

I parried with my sickle, falling back before his powerful swings. He hacked the short sword before him like a cleaver. Determination twisted his face as fresh sweat broke out across his brow. The poison still coursed through him.

Aingeal bought him only a little more strength. He would expend it. I need only be patient.

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Princess Ava

I felt something distant and heavy land on my real body as I lunged my hands down and seized the enemy lamia about the waist. I arrested her biting lunge, ripping her off of Zanyia before she could rip out Zanyia’s throat. The black-haired lamia I seized hissed and spat, squirming in my arms as I crushed her to my alabaster body.

“Let me down, cunt!” yowled the lamia.

“Cunt?” Indignation shot through me. “Cunt?”

I squeezed my stone arms around her body, crushing her hard. She yowled in pain and squirmed more and more. Her body wiggled in my grasp as I sought to squeeze the loathsome life out of her and—

She popped out of my arms.

I gaped as she landed at my feet, a big grin on her face. Then she turned around and lunged at the woozy Zanyia. My lamia lover hissed in shock and kicked her feet out before her. The enemy catgirl came down right into those feet. They planted into her stomach. She yowled in pain as Zanyia kicked out hard.

The enemy lamia flew over Zanyia’s head and hit the ground a good ten feet away, rolling to a gasping stop. The lamia-bitch gasped and coughed, clutching her stomach, her body heaving. I charged after her, stone feet thudding on the soft ground beneath the grass.

The black-haired lamia rolled to her feet. She leaped back as I lunged to grab her again. Her black-furred tail brushed my arm. I scrambled to close my fingers around it, but it slipped out of my grip as she darted away.

She whirled around, picking up a rock.

“That’s not going to hurt me,” I scoffed as she raised her arm.

“Nope.” She flashed me a toothy grin and threw.

I flinched anyways, throwing my arm up to block the small stone. But it didn’t hit me. She missed, the rock sailing past me and—

A meaty thunk echoed behind me followed by a soft thud. I looked behind me and gasped. Zanyia lay sprawled on her back, her temple cut, blood trickling from a growing knot. It swelled red as she twitched on the ground.

“This stone,” hissed the enemy lamia. “This stone will do the trick for you.”

I whirled my gaze around. She’d picked up a big stone the size of a smith’s hammer. Only the stone tapered to a sharp point on one end like the head of a hatchet. She hefted it in her hand as she advanced on me, her tail swishing behind her the same way Zanyia’s did when she grew excited.

“This will do nicely.”

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Sven Falk

My arms grew heavier and heavier. I sucked in deep breaths, my attack flagging. I had put too much energy into my swings. I wasn’t as healed as I thought. The poison attacked my limbs again. Feverish heat burst across my face as my heart flagged.

“Las’s… putrid… cum…” I panted, sweat pouring down my face.

The assassin grinned, the expression twisting the scar crossing his dusky-brown cheek, his dark eyes mocking me. He grabbed his chain with his left hand, swirling it in an arc. The weighted end hissed through the air as he advanced.

He threw it at me.

I swung my sword, battering the bludgeoning aside, chain clattering. He charged in after, swinging the sickle at my throat while he already whirled the chain around him to attack me again. I parried the sickle and retreated, the chain hissing down to trip up my legs.

I jumped backward. The chain hit the ground beneath my feet, ripping up a thick tuft of grass. I groaned, landing hard. The world spun around me. My balance tottered. I sucked in another breath, my strength flagging faster.

I needed to do something fast. Aingeal and Kora convulsed on the ground. Zanyia and Ealaín lay in unconscious stupor. Ava faced the advancing lamia in her alabaster form while Nathalie huddled in her blankets and Greta held a knife in a trembling hand, kneeling over the princess’s real body, the dead feyhound resting beside her.

I needed something bold. Something reckless. Something that would save my women. And I needed it right Gods damned now.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Dwindling Strength

Keythivak

I savored the weakness of my enemy as I attacked. My chain swung through the air, slashing and thrusting at him. It was such a versatile weapon, hard to deal with. Sven had talent. He had trained Esat Escort Bayan to fight, to use his natural grace and dexterity to his advantage. But the poison slowed him down more and more. I just had to wear him down.

And kill him.

His flushed face glistened with sweat. Rivulets poured down his neck to his leather jerkin. He swung his short sword before him, knocking back my chain. Each time, I redirected the swing, attacking him from a new direction, weakening him more and more.

His left hand moved down. He did it slowly, turning his body, almost hiding what he was doing as he went for a throwing knife on his bandoleer slung over his chest. I didn’t betray my knowledge. I kept fighting the same, letting the fool think he could full me with the same trick twice.

The knife flicked out.

I battered it out of the sky with my sickle as he charged in behind it. I didn’t flinch in shock like last time. I could see it in his blue eyes as he thrust his blade that he knew his ruse had failed. My chain lashed out for his feet.

He tried to jump.

Instead, he tripped himself. His legs, weighted down by exhaustion, didn’t move as spry as before. The chain caught him as he struggled to hold his balance. It smacked into his calves. He cried out as it swept his feet out from beneath him.

Sven crashed hard onto his side.

“Did you think the same trick would work twice?” I asked, advancing, savoring this moment. I would disable him then start killing the women. All but the princess. My Mistress would love to play with her royal beauty. “Huh?”

“Maybe…” Sven panted while rolling onto his back. “Getting tripped… was part of… my plan.”

“I like you,” I said, tightening my grip on my sickle. “Cocky and brash to the end.”

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Princess Ava

The lamia crashed into me. I gasped as she smashed the pointed end of her stone into my face. I shuddered, feeling the proxy shivering beneath the impact. Her attack hit with force, and alabaster wasn’t the strongest of stone.

What made it easy to shape into pleasing forms also proved its undoing here. I grabbed her waist, struggling to push her off, but her legs squeezed about my torso. She raised her weapon up again and slammed it down.

A chip of white spun through the air; a piece of my face.

I gasped, feeling the proxy crumbling as she slammed her stone in for a third time. Cracks ran through the delicate material. My soul struggled inside of the vessel. I had to stop her. I shot my hands up to grab her wrist.

She dodged and struck my head from the side.

My proxy’s head shattered. I had a brief glimpse of white stone flying away from me, chucks that held the carved features of my face. Then my soul flung out in a shock of pain, shooting back to my body and…

I didn’t slam into my body. I found something else. Something that felt so empty, just aching to be filled. A proxy that wasn’t a proxy. It had never been inhabited by me. I had never formed a bond with it, and yet… Yet it felt so familiar. It begged for something to animate it. It had been constructed to be possessed.

So I possessed it.

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Sven Falk

I gripped my sword. This wouldn’t work. His reflexes were still sharp, unlike mine,, but what choice did I have? His sickle swung down to rip out my throat.

I thrust my short sword before me. Not to parry it, but to throw it. I let go, the point knifing right for his chest, a missile he couldn’t ignore. The assassin’s face twisted in surprise. He hadn’t expected it. His attack changed.

His sickle knocked the sword from the air, bouncing it to the ground.

I drew a dagger as I gained my feet, growling with the last of my will. I had to close the distance to him. I sprang at him. The world spun around me. Only the assassin remained clear to my sight, standing tall and deadly, the chain whipping around him.

I threw myself at him.

The chain struck my side.

I grunted, missing with my attack. My shoulder hit him in the stomach before I bounced off of him. He stumbled back as I landed hard on the ground. I groaned, rolling, the world tumbling into a blurring mess. My stomach rebelled. My limbs shook.

“Part of your plan, eh?” the assassin asked. Then he laughed, stalking up to me. “Oh, yes, daring. You don’t give up.”

“Only… when I’m… dead.”

The assassin nodded. “So be it. You’ll have to watch your women die from the Astral Realm.”

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Princess Ava

I stood in my new body, crouched low. It had four legs and… a tail. I felt it swishing behind me as I padded around, adjusting to the new proxy. I faced Greta, her eyes wide as she knelt over my body. I shook my new flesh. It felt… woven together.

“Princess?” Greta asked, her voice soft.

“Yes,” I said through the muzzle of the… of the feyhound. How was I in Scáthnamhaid?

Then I remembered the lamia. My eyes found her creeping up on Zanyia. She straddled Sven’s sex slave, prepared to rip out her throat. Metal clanged behind me. The assassin laughed as I sprang at the lamia.

She looked up just in time to hiss. My new jaws felt so strong as they crushed about her throat. She yowled in pain as I carried her off of Zanyia. I bit with all my strength. I felt the warmth of her life pouring out over my muzzle as I carried her to the ground.

I landed on her. Her eyes were so wide as she convulsed beneath me. Claws raked at my wicker body. I felt the scratches, but didn’t care. I kept biting, shaking my head from side to side as more and more of her life spilled out of her.

She died.

A man bellowed behind me.

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Keythivak

Sven struggled to hold his dagger before his entire body shuddering and shaking. The poison burned through his veins. But I couldn’t afford to leave him alive now. As much as I wanted him to suffer, to lay impotently as I killed his women one-by-one, I needed to eliminate him.

Just in case.

I kicked the dagger out of his hand.

He struggled to draw another one as I raised my sickle up in the air. I focused on his throat, on slashing down and cutting it open. Of seeing his bright-red life gushing out of him. A tremble raced through my limbs.

Hithina yowled in pain.

My gaze snapped to my right. The feyhound had… Had animated again. It had its jaws wrapped about my lamia’s throat, biting deep. Her blood spilled around its muzzle as it carried her to the ground. Her body spasmed, her claws raking ineffectually across it’s woven body.

My heart clenched.

“Hithina!” I snarled as her body fell limp.

The feyhound lifted its bloody muzzle and stared at me. My body trembled with rage. I—

Cold pain stabbed into my heart.

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Sven Falk

I shuddered on the ground as the assassin looked down at his chest. His eyes widened in disbelief at my throwing dagger planted between his ribs and into his heart. He stumbled back, dropping his sickle. He grabbed the hilt of the knife and wrenched it out of his flesh.

Blood pumped down his black shirt in thick gushes. It spilled in a dark flood of crimson. He blinked then stared at me. The knife fell from his grip as he staggered to his right and collapsed hard on the ground. He let out a gurgling moan, his body collapsing.

A great chill ran through me as the assassin died.

The poison wracked my body. I shuddered, closing my eyes. My entire body shook and shuddered. The world spun around me. I whimpered, casting my gaze around for my sister. For Ava. For Zanyia or Aingeal.

I won. I killed the assassin and… And…

The poison killed me.

“Sven!” Ava cried out, her voice sounding twisted, almost like the barking of a bitch dog. “No, no, Sven!”

“Ava!” I groaned. My teeth chattered. “Need… Kora… or… or… Ain… geal… For…”

Why did I need them? The chills wracked my flesh harder. My entire body convulsed. Foam rolled out of my mouth as the world spun around me. Darkness crashed into me. It dragged me down deeper and deeper into…

I drifted through burning fever.

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Princess Ava

I abandoned the feyhound and opened my eyes. I sat up, Greta shivering. I gained my feet, my nightgown whirling about my feet as I spun to face Sven. He convulsed by the dead assassin, foam flecking his mouth.

“We have to help him!” I shouted. “We have to get Kora up. Or Aingeal.”

“How?” Greta asked as I darted to Sven lying away from the fire in the cold grass.

“I don’t know!” Tears fell down my cheeks. We won and yet… Everyone was dying anyways. How could I get them to Az and the Temple of Rithi to be healed?

I felt so weak, so helpless. I was just a princess. I didn’t have any strengths. I didn’t have any powers. I could only imbue…

I could imbue. I glanced at the feyhound. An idea formed in my head.

To be continued…

Part Two: Family Secrets RevealedThe next two days passed me by in a blur.  I got fitted for my rental tuxedo and paid to have it dry-cleaned and pressed.  I attended the rest of my classes but barely paid any attention to the lecturers.  My mind was replaying our encounter in a minute, exquisite detail.  We didn’t see each other until the Saturday of the party, as we only had Professor Wynn on Mondays and Tuesdays.  I thought about her constantly. Savouring every second of the encounter we’d shared, replaying it over and over in my mind.  We chatted via text constantly.  Rebecca sent me a stream of messages with her in seductive poses.  All as tasteful as that first picture, fresh out of the shower; hinting at just enough of whatever was the focus of the image to make the mind run rampant with possibilities.  I noticed in all the images, that she seemed to have a penchant for hold-up stockings of varying types.  My favourites were the black fishnet-style ones.The time had come.  I showered and dressed in the tuxedo.  Suddenly, I felt very restricted and longed for the freedom of movement that was offered by a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers.  Once again, I called an Uber to take me to Rebecca’s house.  I really should call it a palace, for it is appointed as such.  The same Uber guy picked me up and was just as talkative as before. That suited me fine.  I preferred being alone with Rebecca in my thoughts anyway. Carter welcomed me to the house once more, as he was standing watch over the open double door, to save any inconvenience caused by people having to knock and wait for admission. There was a table in the entry foyer, stacked with a pyramid of glasses filled with champagne.  I took one for politeness and started to mingle with the crowd. As I walked around the room, hoping to find Rebecca quickly, I was pleasantly surprised at how polite everyone was being. I fielded many ‘hellos,’ and nods from couples and groups that I passed by.  Occasionally, a group would invite me to join their discussions, and I would join in briefly, before excusing myself and continuing my search for Rebecca.  I found her sitting on the same sofa that we had talked on for hours earlier in the week.Her flaming red hair was again tied up in an elegant bun, locked into place by chopstick hairpins.  She was wearing a vivid green evening gown that matched her jade eyes perfectly.  The dress was a style similar to the one that she’d worn previously, but the split up the thigh was much less provocative.  I managed to catch her eye, having been standing open-mouthed and staring like a fool for some length of time.  She raised a gloved hand to her mouth to stifle a small chuckle and then rose to greet me.I regained my senses, and I took the offered hand gently, raising it towards my face and kissed the knuckle delicately. Rebecca seemed surprised at my level of sophistication.  Truth be told, I’d seen James Bond make the move in countless movies that portrayed similar settings, so I just copied it and hoped I got it right.“I’m so glad you came,” Rebecca said, the words hid the double meaning that I could see lurking just behind her glinting jade eyes. “Come!  Let me introduce you to some people.” Rebecca clasped my hand tightly and led me about the place.  Stopping here and there to introduce me to various lecturers and Professors from the university and their respective partners.  There were many and varied friends of the family in the mix too.We made pleasant small talk for an hour or so with many fascinating people, when a gong sounded loudly over the drone of many conversations happening all at once.  Everyone’s attention was drawn to the sound, and I could see Carter placing the fabric-covered mallet onto the gongs cradle. “Ladies and Gentlemen,”  he began, almost ceremoniously.  “Presenting Mr and Mrs Smythe-Johnson.”Muted applause rang out as a couple appeared at the top of the stairs. They elegantly descended the serpentine curves of the staircase.  I could only see the woman from the angle I had, she seemed to be considerably taller than Rebecca’s father. “That’s my stepmother,” Rebecca hissed from between clenched teeth.  Her voice was dripping with disdain. The target of Rebecca’s ire looked to be barely two or three years older than us I thought to myself. “Venomous bitch,” Rebecca spat under her breath.  The viciousness of the statement shocked me.  I’d not heard her speak ill of anyone before now.  I made a mental note to ask more about this later.  Now wasn’t the right time to engage in family drama.  One thing was plain to me.  Rebecca had no love for her stepmother.My eyes were drawn back to Mrs Smythe-Johnson.  She was pretty, I guess, in a strange kind of way.  The closest I could describe her would be to say she bore more than a passing resemblance to Cate Blanchett.  Thin, cruel-looking lips were coupled with sharp and angular, almost elfin-looking features.  I couldn’t tell if that was a trick of lighting and overly applied makeup or just exceptionally sharp cheekbones.  She was skinny too, to the point of looking anorexic, which may also explain the pointedness of her features.  Casting my gaze down, barely-there breasts were trying and failing to jiggle in the ill-fitting bustier part of her ballgown. Certainly, she was nowhere near as attractive as Rebecca.  The sequinned white ball gown had lacy shoulder pads that would have been quite at home in an Eighties TV soap opera and slicked back, jet black hair that was cut just to the neckline.  For some reason, an unbidden memory of the music video for ‘Addicted to Love’ popped into my head.  I forget the name of the artiste.  “No, certainly not as attractive as Rebecca,”  I said to myself.It was as if Rebecca were sensing my brief appraisal of her stepmother.  I heard her huff slightly and, as she grabbed my hand, she muttered “Come on,”  We navigated our way around the crowd, so we were front and centre with the couple descending the stairs, taking in their surroundings, and luxuriating in the applause they were receiving. I looked up and my heart stopped. I felt my body go rigid and my hand clasped Rebecca’s so tightly that she winced.  “What’s the matter?” she queried.  I couldn’t answer her.  My eyes were locked forward.  I knew I had to get out of this place.  Right now!  I suddenly felt very claustrophobic and sick to my stomach.  My breath had caught in my chest.  “Would you please tell me what’s wrong,” Rebecca demanded. Regaining my senses for long enough, I managed to splutter out through clenched teeth. “I need to be outside,” Rebecca looked shocked by my outburst, and it gained curious glances from a few of the couples around us, but she agreed Dikmen Escort to my request.  We managed to escape the throng of people and appeared out the front door straight to the perfectly manicured rose beds. “Will you please tell me what’s going on?”  Rebecca demanded.  Hand on hips.  I was bent over, hands on my knees and breathing heavily.  I was feeling so nauseous.  My mind was racing.  I hadn’t thought anything about her surname the other day when Carter had used it.  I just dismissed it as the usually pretentious double-barrelled surname that most kids who were not on a full scholarship to Yale had.“Smythe-Johnson,” I said, weakly, still desperately trying to not vomit.“Yes, what about it?  That’s my name,” Rebecca exclaimed testily.“I know,” I responded… “And you know my surname is Johnson too, right?”  I paused.  “Smythe-JOHNSON,” I overly emphasised the second barrel of the name.  “I hadn’t thought anything of it until I saw your father,” I exclaimed.“What are you talking about?” Rebecca asked sounding increasingly incredulous.“Here, LOOK,”  I exclaimed.  I reached into my back pocket and retrieved my wallet from which I took a battered old picture.  The photo of me and my father was heavily faded and creased, but still clear enough to see that the countenance on the adult face was mirrored here in person.  Twenty years or so of age added, of course, but undeniably, it was Rebecca’s father’s face.  “No, our father,” I thought.I saw the look of disbelief cross her face.  A look that then turned to horror.  I knew that she’d figured out what I was thinking too.  Her pallor took on a decidedly greenish hue.  I thought that Rebecca was my half-sister.  The daughter that my, no; our father had left my mother and me to raise with his lover.—“That’s impossible,” Rebecca stated, defiantly. “And, what’s more, I’m going to prove it to you,” she stormed off.  Stalking our father for answers.  I hurried after her through the rose beds.  Truth be told, a morbid curiosity had suddenly overwhelmed me.  I wanted answers too. I wanted to know why my father hadn’t been in touch for the last nineteen years of my life.  Why he’d not fought to save his marriage to my mother all those years ago? I had caught up to Rebecca by the doors to the house.  Sounds of conversation and music were floating on the evening air. I laid my hand on her shoulder, partly to get her to slow down, but mostly to ask that she consider what she was about to do.  Surely this was a matter that would be best managed in private, not at this… this party or whatever it was.  Rebecca considered me for a moment.  Her beautiful green eyes searched mine for understanding and validation.I could see the frustration on her face.  Her cheeks were burning fiercely; so much so that I thought I could feel the heat emanating from her delicate countenance. “So, that part is true about redheads too,” I noted to myself.  Short fuses and volcanic tempers.  I made a mental note to not piss her off if it could be avoided.“OK.  But,” she breathed in temporary surrender to the situation, with a caveat, “As soon as this night is done, we both get some answers!”“I couldn’t agree more,” I stated.  My head was spinning.  I made a mental note to call my mom and ask her if she’d known about my father’s whereabouts when I had won the scholarship to Yale.  That was a conversation I was most certainly not looking forward to having.  I didn’t talk about my father with her, and she rarely offered any information or insights into him to me. All I knew for sure about him was what he looked like, his face on a faded picture of him holding me as a newborn, and that soon after that photo was taken, he’d confessed everything to my mom; illegitimate daughter, and all. That’s when she packed up the family station wagon with everything that we needed and drove us to some no-tell motel somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Idaho.  Shortly afterwards apparently, my mother filed for divorce from my father.  Citing adultery and irreconcilable differences as the main reason for the petition.  A petition which, according to my mother, had never been contested.We mingled and danced the evening away.  We each were trying to distract ourselves from the dreadful truth that had been uncovered completely by accident.  The champagne flowed freely, and although I stuck to soft drinks, Rebecca showed no such self-control and drained flute after flute.  She was quite tipsy, although not once did she lose her sense of decorum.  I was silently impressed by her fortitude.  Also, by a small miracle, I had somehow managed to corral us both away from making a scene with our father and stepmother.I became aware that Rebecca was quite a good dancer, not a one-foot shuffler like me.  I tried and failed to match her steps.  It was getting late in the evening, and she had dropped her head onto my shoulder, and we were now just swaying to the soft music playing.  Immediate considerations aside, she seemed to be having a good time.  I was pleased about that.  I wanted her to be happy, always.  An unbidden thought raced through my mind, that this may be the last time I’ll ever be this close to her. How could we possibly continue as siblings who were once lovers?  My heart sank.  I was filled with despair once again. “Yep… butt of some massive cosmic joke.” The thought came unbidden and was unwelcome but couldn’t be dismissed either.  Perhaps the cruellest aspect of all this was that this joke was wholly unscripted and there were no naughty schoolboys to berate after the fact.  The Gods, I had no doubt, were sitting on high somewhere and having a grand old time laughing at my misery at this moment.I became aware that the crowd was thinning considerably. “What time was it?” I wondered to myself, absently.  I retrieved my phone out of my pocket and glanced at the lock screen.  00:04 the screen cheerfully displayed; the time superimposed over the first picture that Rebecca had sent me. “Looks like the party is breaking up,” I commented. Rebecca raised her head off my shoulder and looked around. “Hmmm.  I think you might be right,” She agreed.“What was all this in aid of, anyway?” I asked.  Painfully aware that I was way out of my depth socially and in unfamiliar territory, and I was dressed like a penguin to boot.“It’s both to celebrate Daddy being awarded the Chris Argyris Professor of Psychology position at the University and their return from a month in Europe.”“I see.” That was all I could manage.  I knew that this was a big deal.  It was akin to celebrated physicists gaining the Lucasian Chair at Cambridge University in Britain, the most notable holder of that position in recent memory was Professor Dikmen Escort Bayan Stephen Hawking.  I felt so bitterly disappointed with my life suddenly.  My father, who had made a success of his life having left my mother and me, was still even at this stage in his life, climbing the social and professional ladders.  Leaving my mother and me forgotten. A wave of anger washed over me, and I became aware that my hands were tightly balled into fists.  Rebecca sensed how angry I was feeling.  It was now her turn to place a steadying hand on my shoulder and whisper to me, “Wait!  The time will come, soon!”—We loitered by the door to the room where we had our first meeting.  Watching as our father and his trophy wife bade farewell to their guests.  Eventually, there were just the four of us in the mansion.  During our wait, we strategised on how best to approach this thorny matter. We agreed that initially, Rebecca should do all the talking about what a lovely evening it had been, and then introduce me as her plus-one.  I would then go on to give a little information about myself, my hometown, age; that sort of information that parents normally pay no attention to when meeting a boyfriend for the first time.  We were trying to trip our father up… to see if there was any recognition of me on his face or if my hometown made him betray his knowledge.“Daddy,” Rebecca exclaimed brightly as she walked over from our position by the door to the lounge.  Her high stiletto heels clicked on the marble floor.  I stayed back, as instructed, enabling Rebecca to make a proper introduction for me. “She sounds genuinely happy to see him,”  I thought.“Simone,” Rebecca said with barely hidden distaste, looking her stepmother up and down in an instant and managing to look wholly disapproving of the barely out of her teenage years woman she so obviously vehemently despised, didn’t much care if it showed. Our father reached out with both arms palms up as she approached.  Rebecca took his hands delicately and they leaned towards each other and kissed the air by the cheeks as they do in European movies.“Rebecca, my darling girl,” our father said, joyfully.  “I hope you had a good evening, and that your old Pa didn’t embarrass you too much?” he continued.“Not at all, Daddy!” Rebecca exclaimed, going on to say that this had been the best party of the year so far. “So far?” I wondered.  There was that pang of jealousy again.  Why had I been denied a life with all the trappings of money?“Daddy, there is someone that I would like you to meet.” That was my cue to approach.  I walked up and as confidently as I could manage, thrust out my hand in greeting.“Daddy, Simone, I’d like to introduce you to Oliver Johnson, my… friend.” I chuckled to myself at her hesitation in describing our relationship.  I had to admit, I didn’t know how to describe us either after the evening’s revelations.  “Oliver, may I introduce you to my father, Professor Smythe-Johnson and his wife, Simone.” Whether or not Rebecca’s… our father heard the word wife catch in Rebecca’s mouth, as if it had the foulest of tastes, he didn’t let on.  I watched our father’s face intently as we shook hands firmly.  Watching carefully for any spark of recognition of either my name or face.  I was surprised and more than a little dismayed that there was none.“I hope you and my daughter are being careful and using protection.  I know what university students get up to.” I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.“DADDY,” Rebecca shrieked.  “There is no need to be like that!  Oliver and I have only recently met, and it’s very early days,”  She sounded very indignant, and it was so utterly adorable.  Unbidden, my mind went back to the bedroom a few days earlier and just how “careful” we’d been.“Still, the advice is sound,” our father retorted.  Almost clinical in his observations of the courtship rituals of twenty-somethings at university campuses the world over.  “So, do you prefer Oliver or Oli?” he asked.  I hadn’t thought about it much.  Only my mother had ever called me Oli and I was in no mood to welcome my absentee father with open arms by allowing a contraction of my name.“Oliver is fine, Professor,”  I replied, respectfully.“That’s grand,” he smiled warmly.  “Then I must insist that you call me Hamish and not Professor.”I was just about to shake Simone’s hand in greeting when I realised what he had said his name was.  I was so caught up in how I was going to trap him with the knowledge that I was his long-lost son and had intimate knowledge of his precious little girl, that I was thrown for a complete curve.“Hamish?  That can’t be right,”  I thought to myself.  “Hamish?!  But my fathers’ name is Angus!” I was suddenly horribly confused. I’m guessing that I lost all colour in my face from shock, as the next thing I remember clearly was a loud voice shouting for Carter to fetch some cognac and being guided by Rebecca and her… our… oh hell!  Hamish to the sitting room.—My mind was reeling.  Hamish?  The implications of this revelation were very slowly starting to dawn on me.  The primary of which was the realisation that Rebecca wasn’t my half-sister after all.  I felt a huge wave of relief wash over me, and I began to relax. Assuming, of course, that what Hamish was saying was correct I thought, suddenly suspicious once more.  Just another wrinkle in the cosmically epic joke that was unfolding in front of me this evening. “How the hell do I broach such a subject with this man?” I thought.  I would have to be very careful, of that I had no doubt. Rebecca’s gaze was fixed on me.  Trying to interpret the myriad emotions that were no doubt playing across my face.  She reached out and placed a hand gently upon my knee.  I was surprised to suddenly become aware that I was shaking.  I gave her a thankful glance and covered her hand with mine, in gratitude.  Carter chose that moment to arrive with the cognac on his omnipresent silver platter, and four glasses, neatly arranged.“Thank you, Carter.  That will be all for this evening,”  The dismissal came from Simone, and I caught Rebecca firing a venomous glare in her direction.  Once again, my mind made a mental note to avoid crossing her at any cost. Hamish picked up the bottle and studied its label. “Oh, excellent,” he exclaimed with apparent joy.  “Carter brought the nineteen sixty-two Courvoisier.” He poured four equal measures into the cognac glasses and offered them around the group, ladies first, of course. He swilled the cognac around his glass a few times and took a deep inhalation of the bouquet.  Then retrieving a lighter from his pocket, lit the device and held the flame to the glass for a moment, to Escort Dikmen warm the alcohol inside.  Approving, he let the smallest of drops pass his lips.“Fine cognac is best savoured!” he observed as if knowing that the nearest I’d ever come to fine cognac was watching an episode or two of Downton Abbey.  “Now then.  What seems to be the matter that has your young… friend so rattled?”  He was addressing Rebecca but was looking at me with the curiosity of a scholar that has discovered a particularly challenging problem, which has to be solved.“I think it may be best if Oliver explains to you, Daddy.”  That was all Rebecca said.  I cleared my throat and took a sip of the cognac.  Its warming burn was both welcomed and served to reassure me that I was, in fact, still awake and this wasn’t some horridly vivid nightmare.  It also reminded me that I loathe the taste of alcohol.“Where to begin?” I wondered out loud.  “I suppose it’s best if I tell you an abridged history of me.  Then perhaps, you may understand my earlier confusion.”  I could think of no better descriptor for my state of mind. I told Hamish and Simone about my childhood, having been abandoned by my father at just eight months old and the struggles that my mother and I had as a single-parent family with no alimony or child support paid by my father. I went on to detail how I’d won the full scholarship to Yale through sheer hard work and was majoring in ancient history. “But what you’re all no doubt wondering, is why I reacted the way I did when you told me your first name.” I reached into my back pocket once again and withdrew the wallet that contained the faded picture of my father and me.  I passed it to Rebecca so she could show Hamish.  The photo was old and faded, creased heavily but still clear enough to see that the countenance on the adult face was mirrored here in person.  Twenty years or so of age added, of course, but undeniably, it was Hamish’s face.“Ah… I see,” was all Hamish said.  His face was suddenly sad, and a look of understanding crossed his face.  “I knew that this day may eventually come,” he began. “But I wasn’t quite expecting it in these circumstances,”  Rebecca and I exchanged quizzical glances simultaneously. Hamish went on to tell us that his parents had immigrated to the U.S. from the Highlands of Scotland in the late nineteen sixties and promptly settled into life with their new family. “My twin brother and I were born in nineteen seventy,”  Hamish continued.  “When my brother and I were eight, our parents were on their way to pick us up from school during a very heavy thunderstorm,”  His eyes took on a glazed look, recounting a painful past for his immediate family and me.  A past that he had long since been reconciled with.“Their car had skidded out and rolled down an embankment about a mile away from the school, neither of them survived the accident,”  Hamish, tears in his eyes now almost whispering as if showing reverence to his long-departed parents.  “Angus and I became wards of the state, but Angus had a difficult time accepting our new reality and acted out at every opportunity he could.”  Hamish took another sip of cognac.  It was as if he was steeling himself for what was to come next. “Eventually, after two years in various foster homes, I was adopted by a wealthy family from here in New Haven.  However, because of Angus’ behavioural problems, the state had refused to allow us to be adopted together,” I glanced over to Rebecca.  Tears were welling up in her eyes, catching the muted lights overhead and making her beautiful green eyes glisten.  I surmised that this was the first time that she’d heard about this also. My attention returned to Hamish. “Angus and I stayed in touch for a few years, by letter, as the internet was just a pipedream back then, but he rarely responded to me,”  He took another sip of his cognac and continued his monologue. “Eventually, the letters and phone calls stopped until fall two thousand two.  A full twenty-four years since I’d last heard from my bother.”  He paused as if weighing how next to phrase this coming chapter of the story. “I received a collect call from some small town in Idaho. Naturally, I was curious and accepted the charge.” He licked his lips, almost nervously.  “It was Angus, and he was distraught.  It was all I could do to get him to calm down and give me a reasonably coherent conversation.” Another sip of cognac.  “He was frantic.  Telling me that he’d gotten married after finding out he’d got his girlfriend pregnant, typical shotgun-type affair, you know?  And that he now had a son of his own.” I did know, all too common in the past I thought.  That style of thinking had long since passed for the majority of people I thought.“Angus had been playing the field it turned out.”  Hamish looked me square in the eye.  “Not only had he gotten your poor mother pregnant, but It also turned out that he’d been having an affair with a young lady from the next town over and gotten her pregnant at about the same time as well,”  This time, Hamish drained the remaining cognac from his glass and rose to pour himself another.“I know about the philandering of my father,” I exclaimed, not needing a reminder of his infidelity and abandonment of my mother and me.  “All I know is that the bastard cut us off and we didn’t get one red cent from his deadbeat ass.” My outburst was fuelled by anger and resentment. “I don’t need to be reminded of it,” I said, far too harshly than was needed.Hamish looked at me with understanding and kindness in his eyes and raised a hand to halt my tirade. “Be that as it may, Oliver.  You are not yet in possession of all the facts,” Hamish said gently.  “Your father; my brother was trying to reconcile with your mother, but Helena wanted nothing to do with him.” Hamish considered the cognac in his glass briefly, as if he were searching for the right words to deliver the next part of his story.  “Which, I suppose is understandable given the circumstances.” Hamish was making a reasoned argument.  “Angus knew that he’d erred gravely and wanted to do right by both of his children.  Your mother, however, would not entertain his overtures of reconciliation.” Another contemplative pause followed, longer this time.“Angus started living with his lover and started to raise his new daughter with her.”  He sized me up, taking a long deep breath.  “But he never forgot about you,” he said, pointedly.  “I received a letter from him in two thousand three.  It had contact information for him and pictures of his family.”“So what?” I spat.  “He shared his new family with you, big deal.” Hamish reached into his inside jacket pocket and retrieved his wallet and took out two photographs.  One was of my father, with his daughter and girlfriend.  The other was a duplicate of the photograph I carried with me of my father and me. I was struck dumb.  I at once moved to apologise for my outburst, but once again Hamish stayed me with a raised hand.

Chapter 146 – Charlie And Emily

After the divinely unctuous period sex with Nguyet a few days ago, she didn’t have time to meet this week, which was fine, as I was keen on seeing my young friend Charlie, anyway. He had already asked multiple times if we couldn’t go for coffee again. Charlie, who was 19, seemed somewhat down, as the last two encounters with his gorgeous aunt Yen, who he adored, hadn’t gone well. Neither was he happy with his relationships with the two girls in Saigon, where he was attending university. He hadn’t said it directly yet, but I surmised that he was eager to join our little orgy circle here in our sleepy town again, until he would have to go back to college in October, but he was too shy to get in touch with the ladies himself.

The funny thing was that Emily, Casey’s young calligrapher-friend, had also asked me if we couldn’t see each other and perhaps go to the vintage hotel, where our sensual encounters usually were taking place these days. Emily was Casey’s colleague, who once had drawn ideas for tattoos on the latter’s voluptuous young body. Of course, that afternoon with the two of them was escaladed nicely, and Emily and I had added two more wild, thoroughgoing fuck sessions at said old hotel, where our orgy circle usually met. Emily had described herself as ‘sexually starving’ – which now was apparently true for Charlie as well.

My idea was, of course, to bring the two of them together; ideally on the secluded balcony at ‘our’ coffee shop. They could sniff each other out a bit, and we would go from there. Should I tell them beforehand what they could expect, though? Well, since Emily, as a woman, perhaps needed a bit more time to wrap her mind around the idea of a threesome with two guys, I let her know in the end, described young Charlie a bit, and sent her two photos of him. She had already indicated a while back that she wanted to try sex with two men, and her affirmative answer came within 30 minutes.

The day we were going to meet, Nguyet tossed two ideas into my lap that she wanted me to mull over before we would see each other again the following week: first, our petite blind masseuse Hanh wanted to take part in a role-play, but Nguyet didn’t have any clue how we could arrange that and what Hanh could play, as a blind young woman. And then my long-term affair had developed an idea further that we had already discussed: Couldn’t we make better use of the 15 or so rooms at the old, charming but defunct guesthouse, where we had been meeting for the last two months?! What Nguyet had in mind was some sort of brothel, where we could reunite and breathe some fresh air into our orgy posse.

When I arrived at the café, I ordered an iced coffee, before I went upstairs to the secluded balcony and lit a ciggy. As requested by Nguyet, I began to ponder the brothel idea some more. Of course, I found it promising, partially as I also had often felt recently that it was a shame that we all had drifted apart. I never liked it, though, when people separated themselves during group sex – which was bound to happen if we had so many rooms available – but, by and large, the whorehouse idea definitely had potential. The rooms were nicely furnished, and we still had running water and electricity as well as a small kitchen. Emily, our slightly starved artist, would sure like to fuck there frequently. And Charlie probably too.

That our young blind masseuse Hanh wanted to take part in a role play was simply endearing. Outright adorable. But Nguyet was right: Who or what could she play?! I didn’t want to assign her a role as a hooker, standing at the curb – blind, as she was – but we couldn’t really film her stealing at the supermarket and then blackmail her into coming to a cheap hotel with us either, could we? I had done that with Tina once and then again with Mira and Charlie. Even giving Hanh a room at the new brothel would be iffy from a moral point of view, I found, but then Nguyet texted me that Hanh could work at the guesthouse as a masseuse. When I inquired, however, where the role-play would be then – as Hanh was already working as a masseuse – Nguyet replied a tad cryptically that ‘we could approach it differently’.

Well, so I kept thinking, as Charlie hadn’t arrived yet. Hanh couldn’t play the cleaning lady or the cook, either. And she would be in an environment with which she was unfamiliar. The only thing I could think of was that she could play a masseuse with firm principles who was still a virgin but then there would be a customer who really fell for her cute, cuddly body. That would probably yours truly. Or we turned one room into a workshop for the blind, where one customer would end up in by mistake. But that seemed a tad contrived, didn’t it?

Well, if everything went well today, at least Charlie and Emily could have fun together, grinding off more than just the peaks of their desires. From time to time, they could join us at the new brothel, or Emily could get a ‘contract’ there. She didn’t like it if there was Fikirtepe Escort another woman present during sex but that, on the other hand, was easy to arrange at the guesthouse. The downside was, though, that one couldn’t be there during the hottest scenes that the other couples had gotten themselves into – if everyone fucked in a different room. But I grew more and more optimistic that there was hope for our orgy bunch. All this went through my head, while I was waiting for Charlie, smoking and sipping coffee. Eventually, I reached for my phone to send Emily a brief message to double-check if she was coming, but then Charlie was traipsing up the rickety circular metal stairs behind me.

Oh, did Charlie look good with his new goatee, which he had grown over the last five or six months. If I had heard right, he had already ordered downstairs and now plopped his ass down across from me. Unfortunately, the cute little waitress with the tattoo on her thigh – who I wanted him to hook up with – wasn’t working today. But Emily would be here shortly. Charlie was wearing light long pants and a purple T-shirt, over which he was sporting a checked flannel shirt like a jacket, as was his habit. He fumbled a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket; he had picked up the habit from Vu and Hoang – the two other guys in our fuck squad. He seemed somewhat chipper, but I could tell that there was something on his mind.

“Get cracking!” I invited him instantly, as it was already quarter past 11, and I wanted to get the piquant stories with his aunt Yen and the damsels in Saigon out of the way before Emily would get here.

“Well, Mister… e-hem Ben,” he remembered, “I don’t know if it’s me… but my aunt is acting kinda strange at the moment… sometimes, she wants me to meet her, but then, when we’re spending time together, it’s totally awkward… it’s not at all as nice as it used to be…”

His aunt Yen had given him a massage once, after he had injured his thigh, playing soccer. Aroused by her allure, he had splashed his cum over her wrist and hand, which she had taken with humor, but then she had passed him onto Nguyet and me to help the hapless male virgin along a bit. Which had worked out so splendidly that even Yen herself had come back to our orgy parties.

“Well, what do you expect her to do that she doesn’t deliver?” I asked him kinda clumsily.

“Oh, well… there are no more nice massages, for instance… once she gave me a blowjob, downstairs at her house, in the living room… but, the whole time, I was looking at their huge wedding picture across the room… right at my uncle’s eyes… and the long row of books…”

I snorted, trying not to crack up completely, but then encouraged him to continue. Simultaneously, we lit another ciggy and took a sip of our coffees.

“A tender massage? Let me lick her pussy up in her daughter’s bedroom, like we used to do?” he tossed out two ideas.

“Well, at least, she blew you… but I know you’re hoping for more, like back in spring: beguiling erotic tension galore and then proper sex…” I teased him.

Although we had licked Yen’s pussy and had penetrated her several times, Charlie had only been allowed to come inside her once; at his farewell party at the hot springs in March. But even then, she had kept her skirt on, like she was ashamed to show herself completely naked and then have sex with her biological nephew. Well, who could blame her?! But now he was suffering, longing for her divine female form, large breasts and womanly hips, her fine face and beautiful fragrant hair.

“Well, we either do it properly, or she shouldn’t invite me to her house… and feed my hopes… I know that we shouldn’t have sex… as relatives, but still…” he was torn.

“But then, you have already done it… I know you want to do it again, over and over, but… anyway: What’s the embarrassing thing you wanted to tell me about? Being blown while looking at your uncle?”

“Ha! No,” he said at first, before he took another sip of his coffee. “No, well, last week, when I was at her house, we actually did go upstairs to Linh’s bedroom… but then she wanted me to do it in her butthole… she ripped her panties off her legs and tossed me a bottle of lubricant… but, Ben, this was all so… so desperate… so hectic… it was actually kinda embarrassing…”

Linh was my hot former student with the short hair and slight limp, who was studying pharmacy in Hanoi.

“Hmh, well, actually Yen is normally outright classy… I don’t get it, either… that IS strange…” I concurred. “And why her ass?” I was curious.

“She told me that you two had done it in her butt once, and she really liked it… I think we couldn’t have sex in her pussy that day, but she didn’t have any condoms…”

“But she knows how to develop sensual situations…” I expressed my surprise again.

“Yeah, I know… but I don’t think that – just because you like anal – I will like it, too… do you know what I mean?!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure… Fikirtepe Escort Bayan odd,” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Perhaps she was ovulating that day… man, I don’t know…” I shrugged shoulders.

“And then, Ben: there were those two little balls near her butthole… like little knots… I was really afraid they would burst if we did it there…”

“Did you start, at least?” I laughed, trying to make light of this whole awkward situation.

“No, I didn’t get it on… I tried, though: I caressed her butt a bit and kissed it…but, no, those two little lumps…” he complained again.

“Those were probably hemorrhoids…” I told him. “But Yen’s such a health nut… I mean, she hadn’t realized…?! Did you tell her?”

“Nope… that whole afternoon was… a mess… I don’t know… she should just have massaged me… I would have caressed her and then come on her hand or her boobs… that would have been so lovely… and enough, I guess…” he added quietly.

As his story was a bit depressing – as promising as it, by and large, was – I switched topics and asked him about his love affairs at college in Saigon, as Ho Chi Minh City was often called here in Vietnam, knowing that that might not turn out completely cheerful, either.

“Well, at first, I had a girlfriend who was pretty shy… she only wanted to do it in the evening, before we would sleep… in the dark, under the bedsheets… and only with a condom… but then I met another chick and broke up with Vien… but Trinh, the new one, got on my nerves soon… you know, she drinks too much… so that was a big mistake…”

“But sex is more exciting with Trinh, I presume?”

“In the beginning it was, yes… but then, she’s often too drunk… actually, she only wants sex when she’s drunk… Ben, do you think there’s a chance that we could sort it out with my aunt?” he broached the topic again.

Ha! He couldn’t let go of Yen. But I also admired him for his tenacity.

“I think the problem is that she has a bad conscience… I think your best bet might be in a group again… with Nguyet and Thuy… and Vu, perhaps…”

“I think you need to be there too, Ben… she’s always so sexy and ravishing when you are around…” he remembered. “Then, she laughs a lot… and everything is easy…”

Well, that was true. Yen and I had only had awesome hours together. With or without Charlie.

“Do you want me to…?”

He didn’t even let me finish the question.

“Yes, please…” he nodded, but then added: “But do you know what: she made me curious about this anal sex thing… with her… when those small knots… those homo… hemo… hemorrhoids are gone… but we need to develop the whole thing nicely…”

“Sure. I don’t think I’ll tell her to have them removed – she knows that – but we could certainly invite her to another session… your cock isn’t too thick… oh, you’ll love it… but does it have to be Yen, or can you imagine trying anal with another woman first. Nguyet or Thuy, let’s say…?”

I didn’t want to bring up Emily, as Charlie didn’t know her yet. He didn’t even know that she would be here in five minutes. And that he could fuck her if they liked each other. Probably in her ass, too.

Her face was brightening: “Frankly, I’ve thought about that already… I mean, meeting with Mrs. Nguyet… or Mrs. Thuy… yes, but… I wasn’t sure if I could… ask them…”

Both, Nguyet and Thuy, were more than ten years his senior. Each.

“Unfortunately, Mira is still in the Philippines… but she said she’ll be back in October or November…” Charlie added quickly.

“Well, let’s get in touch with Nguyet, first,” I proposed and then told him about our plans to start a ‘brothel’ together at the old guesthouse.

“Hanh might be there too… her massages are divine; you know…”

“Oh… yeah, but she’s blind,” he had another complaint.

“So what? Yes, she’s blind and tiny but she likes sex, as you know… and she’s quite experienced…”

“Yeah, ok, perhaps when she’s in a group, together with Mrs. Nguyet or Thuy… sure…”

“Well, Charlie, are you ready for this: Do you wanna meet another young woman today?” I finally popped the Champagne bottle.

His eyes instantly widened: “Who? You mean right now? I mean, today? I’m supposed to meet someone this afternoon…”

“Dude, with all the shit with the girls that you went through lately… don’t you just wanna fuck and get it out of your system?!”

“Well, yeah, sure… but who is it?”

“You don’t know her yet… but she’s quite a treat… I didn’t know her, either, when we did it the first time… it was absolutely awesome… perhaps because we didn’t know each other…”

“She… she… I mean… so you already have… her?”

I nodded and hollered downstairs to order another round. Should I tell him that she was as sexually starved as he was? Maybe not. But I was also too lazy to describe her to him, as she would be here any minute now. Instead, I checked Escort Fikirtepe my phone to see what time it was and then saw that Emily had sent a message. ‘Will be 5 min late’, it read.

“Yeah, I think her name is Que Truc or Truc Que, but she goes by Emily… she’ll be here in five minutes…”

Charlie was thinking, perhaps how he could gracefully get out of his other appointment.

“Well, ok, I mean, if she’s here in five minutes… but maybe she won’t like me…” he showed his self-deprecating streak again.

“Well, there’s always that risk… but if the two of you don’t click, we’ll see Nguyet in a few days, perhaps together with Hanh… then, you can sow some wild oats…”

“Oh, Ben, that’s not what it is about…” he backpedaled. “I just don’t like this emotional roller-coaster with my aunt… Are we going to do it or not?! That’s just nerve-wrecking… it’s like being teased on and on… well, to be fair, with Trinh, the drunk girl, sex was almost always pretty good…” he added for some reason.

The waitress had brought our second round of coffees, and we again lit a ciggy at the same time.

“How old it Truc Que… Emily?” he began to get used to the thought of her showing up shortly.

“Like 24. She’s pretty adventurous… and somewhat experienced… she works at the same company as Nguyet… she does web design or something… she can draw really well…”

Since the fair lady was letting us wait a bit, I decided to tell Charlie how Emily had drawn her tattoo ideas onto Casey’s lush body. Charlie seemed to like the story and was perhaps already thinking of getting a tattoo himself. When I mentioned that Casey was Hoang’s girlfriend, Charlie asked if he couldn’t also see those two during a little orgy, perhaps.

“Sure. I gotta call them anyway… I haven’t seen them for while… I was busy breaking in Nguyet,” I laughed, before I briefly told him the plot of our role-play – which seemed to be ending, though.

For some reason, he ignored what I told him about Nguyet to ask about Thuy, the woman who had deflowered him last Christmas, after he had shied away from Mira’s large, almost penis-like clit.

“Same here, man. I haven’t seen her for a while… we’ll ask Nguyet,” I had just said when we heard an older motorcycle arrive downstairs.

A minute later, Emily was finally coming up the stairs. She smiled at me, before she extended her hand toward Charlie. They were looking at each other slightly longer than necessary, which I liked, of course. And as soon as she had sat down, they were checking each other out again, as they knew they were meeting to fuck this afternoon. Eventually, they started some smalltalk, which gave me the chance to look at her for a bit. Emily was wearing a tight, thickish white top, which left her shoulders exposed, and darker blue jeans, which weren’t tight enough, though, to show her trademark camel toe. She had put on lipstick, but I wasn’t sure if the straps I saw belonged to her bra or her top; narrow and adjustable as they were.

As I needed to pee, I offered to order her a drink downstairs:

“Well, I don’t have much time,” she said quietly. “I gotta drive back to the headquarters around 1:30. I went home, briefly, you know…” she apologized, appearing out of breath.

Or was she already aroused, in anticipation of double-cock? Well, as nondescript a she could come across, Emily had dolled up quite a bit, but in a really stylish way: simple, clear, solid colors and a tight top to amplify her bosom (which wasn’t ample by itself). Charlie offered her a sip of his coffee – which I found graceful – and which she took after two seconds of hesitation. She smiled at him when she returned the glass. Oh, yeah, it really looked like things were materializing. Charlie typed a message – presumably to the person he was going to see this afternoon – and I moved six inches to the right to be able to admire her better. After all, I hadn’t seen her for almost two months. Eventually, Charlie moved a bit to his left, and now we had ambushed her nicely.

“Have you hit on Quynh?” I was curious.

Emily had fallen in love with a young female colleague on a business trip recently, with whom she had even shared the hotel room, but she had been too bashful to make her feelings known. She had told me that seeing that young girl’s lovely black bush under her seersucker PJ shorts had driven her over the edge. Quynh’s thighs were apparently divine, too. Smooth, long, and shapely. She was about 19 or so and had naturally curly hair, which was a rarity in Vietnam.

Emily laughed: “Technically, I haven’t hit on her, but we’re spending quite a bit of time together… at work and also afterwards…”

“Does she know yet how much you like her, though?”

“Well, I’ve hinted it…” she shrugged shoulders. “But it’s gonna take time… she’ so young and inexperienced…”

Well, I didn’t want to press the issue further, partially as Emily and Charlie could fuck themselves senseless over the next month or so. I realized that Emily had a new pair of glasses, which had brought an end to the endearing gesture of nudging her frames up her nose. I missed it already. As it looked like we were going to leave any moment, I suppressed the urge to piss to continue to witness the dynamic between the two.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Abby
Chapter 2 An Idea is Born
Chapter 3 Opportunity Knocks
Chapter 4 Abby Dares All
Chapter 5 Later
Chapter 6 The Second Friday
Chapter 7 Evening Preparations
Chapter 8 Fantasies and Discoveries
Chapter 9 The Spa
Chapter 10 Abby the Showgirl
Chapter 11 Saturday in Columbus
Chapter 12 Evening on the Town
Chapter 13 Waning Days of Summer
Chapter 14 Another Kind of Virginity

Chapter 1 Abby

Her name was a little forbidding. Her parents were quite strict and very true to the church, so her name, Abigail Lincoln, while not one she would have chosen for herself, was helped by the fact that all of her friends called her Abby. Softer and friendlier than Abigail, and Abby herself approved.

As her heels clicked down the hallway of Mitchell High, she was delighted that almost three months of her own time stretched before her before the school term started again. In her second year she felt very comfortable as a teacher in English Lit. Teaching in Middleburg was also very comfortable for her. There were those who said teaching high school would be a real problem with discipline. After all she was very young, and very lovely. But it hadn’t happened, partially because the boys never got tired of looking at her and wondering what she might wear that day, because even in the most modest of dress, there was no hiding what was under it, and the girls all thought she was exactly what they would like to be. The only thing that had happened outside of the norm was one morning, during her second week, she had arrived early and found written on the chalk board , in large letters “I would really like to – – – – Miss Lincoln.” She had quickly erased it and just took it as a compliment, albeit it a very vulgar one.

Her parents had given her the family home after they had retired to Florida, and that gave her the independence that she had always craved.

Anyone watching her as she walked out to her car in the parking lot would have given her more than one glance. She was about five six, and her body was beautifully proportioned to her height. In her high heels and short skirt, a blouse that clung to her in the right places, and her hair, honey colored and moving slightly in the wind, she deserved more than one glance. Indeed, Freddie the school janitor, looked on with approval as she swung her lovely legs into the car affording him a glimpse of much of her thighs before the closing door cut off his view. But it certainly brightened his day.

The only thing missing, in what otherwise was a perfect life for Abby, was a nice relationship with someone who could share things with her. Mostly she just wanted a good friend, perhaps with benefits. She was in no hurry to marry, and often thought that maybe she never would. She had a very serious relationship while attending Ohio State, but it had become very wearing as Frank, as that was his name, became more and more possessive of her until she felt quite smothered by all the questions and control. He was astonished when she declined his marriage proposal, and then became angry. That convinced her that this was not a guy she wanted to spend her life with. The bed part was OK, but the rest of if was going to be very depressing. And a few weeks later she graduated, saying goodbye forever to Frank and Ohio State.

Later on she realized what a great decision she had made and what a disaster marriage to him would have been. Her parents were not so pleased as they thought it very important that she marry Frank. “Now what would she do?” they asked. Those things didn’t concern Abby.

Walking into her bedroom, she began taking off clothes. She looked in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. She kept herself fit and it showed in the firmness of her breasts, the graceful curves flowing from her waist to her hips, and lovely long legs, which accented her ‘Mound of Venus’. She traced her pubic hair with her finger wondering when someone else would do that to her again. There had been no one since Frank, and her healthy sex appetite had evolved into all sorts of fantasies. (Her favorite one being made love to by two handsome and athletic young males at the same time.) She shivered as she looked at herself in the mirror and then she stepped into her oversize bathroom with its lovely glass shower that had cost her a bunch, but was well worth it. Turning on the shower faucets, she stepped under the soft deluge of warm water that slipped over her body, and taking the secondary showerhead in her hand, she turned on the pulse mechanism, standing with her legs apart she aimed it at her vulva. Immediately she was thrilled by the pulsation action of the warm water as it excited her clitoris and massaged her labia. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the shower wall until she achieved orgasm from the rush of pulsating liquid against her most intimate places. She kept it flowing until she had to stop as her legs became weak from the ecstasy she had experienced. Kemer Escort She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower wrapping an oversize towel around her. Drying off she fell backwards onto the bed, completely naked and fully satisfied. And she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2 An Idea is Born

Abby slept the clock around and didn’t wake until 10 am on her first Saturday of the rest of the summer.

She dressed quickly in shorts and a halter-top, breakfasted on toast and coffee, and then decided to go to the market and do some shopping to restock her refrigerator.

As she pulled into the parking lot she saw Jimmy and Michael’s old pickup truck. She smiled to herself as she remembered how awkward they had been in her class their junior year. She had no way of knowing that every boy at Mitchell High dreamed of getting into her panties, and every girl wanted to be just like Miss Lincoln. Their shyness had turned her on in a quiet way. Abby wasn’t much for the ‘Macho’ types. Jimmy and Michael, friends from first grade, had just graduated and were both off to Ohio State where they were the benefactors of baseball scholarships. They were high school standouts that had been recruited by several schools, but signed their intentions to go to Ohio State as their first choice. So now they were earning money in the first summer after graduation by doing yard work, whenever they could, being in possession of a couple of overworked mowers and some second hand garden tools and a third hand pickup truck, battered but still going strong. She could tell that business had been good by their healthy tans and smiling faces as they waved to her when she entered the store. They were both extremely good looking six footers, Michael was the quieter of the two and had those dark, Hollywood leading man looks, while James or Jimmy as he preferred was fairer complexioned and was the more outgoing of the two, and quite as handsome as Michael in his own way. They could have been brothers, and indeed many people thought they were, as they had been inseparable as friends throughout their childhood, and now they were going to the university together. As she thought about them, an idea entered her head. “Don’t even think it Abby,” she told herself. Nevertheless she could not shake it. As she approached the produce department she came upon them loading bags of charcoal into their cart. “Hi Miss Lincoln.” they both said almost simultaneously.

“You look prosperous, business must be good.” she replied.

They grinned and nodded. “You look great too .” said Jimmy, as Michael smiled widely at her.

“Well if you’re not totally tied up, perhaps you could come by my place later today and clean up my yard for me.” said Abby.

“Oh great.” said Jimmy. “How about three o’clock?”

“Three would be fine, see you then.”

Abby turned and headed for produce as Jimmy and Michael looked at her lovely derriere atop those gorgeous legs.

“Wow,” said Jimmy.

Michael grinned at him. “Remember, we are just going to cut grass, don’t get carried away.”

As Abby drove home she wondered what she had done. Do I want to get my grass cut, or what, she thought. Abby you are naughty, she told herself. And she fantasized about what they might look like without their jeans and t-shirts. Well there is no harm in them cutting my grass and cleaning up the yard. And it will help them make some college money. But deep inside her she knew that her impulse to get her yard cleaned up was a lot more than that.

Chapter 3 Opportunity knocks

As three o’clock approached Abby was getting a little nervous. She knew that she could simply let them tidy up the place outside, pay them, and that would be that. But she was making plans, despite herself, to make their visit much more memorable.

She knew she was going to do it when she went into her bedroom and started looking for a bikini. She finally selected her favorite. It was a pale yellow, and showed every curve and feature of the parts that it barely covered. She looked at herself in the mirror, and then slipped her feet into a pair of high platform wedgies that thrust her pussy forward and accentuated her rear end when she walked. In a sudden fit of modesty she put on a short beach robe, and almost immediately the doorbell rang. She opened the front door, and Michael, stared at her, and quickly composed himself and said, “Uh, Miss Lincoln, just tell us what you want us to do”. Jimmy was getting mowers out of the truck and looked over and stared at her. Her beach robe barely covered her, and one could easily imagine that there was nothing on underneath it. Quickly she realized what they were thinking,

“I was just getting ready to get some sun in the back yard. Go ahead and mow and trim, and when you are done, come into the back yard and do the same, OK?”

The boys both nodded and began their preparations to work as she closed the front door. She could hear the mowers running as she came out of the back door onto Escort Kemer the patio. Taking off the robe, she lay on her back on a chaise lounge in her yellow bikini. Her mind was racing as she thought about having the courage to do what she wanted to do.

“When the time comes, I will know,” she told herself, and she closed her eyes and listened to the mowers running in the front yard. After awhile the mowers stopped as Jimmy and Michael began their trimming and cleanup work. Abby was breathing a little heavier because she knew that her decision was coming closer.

“Do I really have the nerve to do this?” she asked herself.

Michael and Jimmy opened the side gate and pushed the mowers through. As they came around the side of the house they were greet by the sight of Miss Lincoln, lying on her back on a chaise lounge wearing a very scanty yellow bikini that just barely covered her mound and her breasts.

They began mowing, and constantly stealing glances at a beautiful sight to two randy 18 year olds.

Abby was very conscious of the fact they had taken off their t- shirts, and their bronze bodies were glowing with perspiration. She couldn’t take her eyes off them. She began to think of all the wonderful things that could happen if she had the courage to do what she was thinking. She rationalized that whatever she did there was always a stopping point, but only to a point. And that was some way off.

The grass was all cut and the mowers were silent. The breeze was whispering through the tree branches as the boys went about their trimming, stealing glances at Miss Lincoln who had turned over and her lovely bottom was just asking to be looked at. She had also untied the bra top and the strings were dangling down the sides of the chaise allowing the swell of her breasts to be clearly seen.

Chapter 4 Abby Dares All

“Uh, Miss Lincoln, we are all done.”

Abbey held her bra top on as she turned over, and stood up. “Would one of you tie me up in the back please?”

Michael stepped forward and clumsily tied a bow in the bikini top.

“Let me go in and get my purse.” she said.

Slipping on her shoes, she walked away from them and was deeply conscious of the four eyes focused on her bottom.

“Phew, I can’t believe how hot she is.” said Michael.

Jimmy was out of words.

Abby emerged from the house carrying her purse, this time giving them the full frontal view. Quickly they settled up and as the boys turned to leave Abby said,

” Oh, if you don’t mind, I have a favor to ask before you go.”

“Anything at all, just say it,” said Jimmy.

“Well, I never can get the lotion where I want it, so I thought if you wouldn’t mind you could spread a little on my back.”

“Oh-0K.” Michael stammered.

Abby stretched out on the chaise with her bottom in the air, and passed Michael the lotion bottle.

“If one of you will get my back and the other my legs please.”

So saying she passed the suntan lotion to Michael. He kneeled on one side of the chaise at the top, and Jimmy kneeled by her feet. Both took lotion into their hands and tentatively began to spread the liquid over the back and legs of the delicious Miss Lincoln.

“It’s OK, I won’t break.” said Abby.

With that encouragement, their hesitancy dwindled as they warmed to the delightful task of not just spreading lotion, but feeling this lovely woman’s flesh.

“Would one of you untie the top so you can get it all.”

Although it was hardly necessary, as it wasn’t more than a thin ribbon of material, Jimmy untied the top with shaking hands and then went back to massaging her legs, but now going higher and higher until he was rubbing the part of her bottom exposed by the bikini bottom that didn’t really cover much of her. Michael was putting lotion further and further down her sides until he was stroking the sides of her breast with his fingers.

Abby is getting very warm and she is aware that she is getting very wet. She knows that the next step will be the one that will commit her to something that can’t be undone.

Reaching down her side she pulled the string that untied her bikini bottom.

“You might as well get all of me Jimmy.” she murmured.

Jimmy can’t believe his good luck as he stared at the beautiful rear end, totally exposed, that is right under his hands. He squeezes lotion on her bottom and begins rubbing her cheeks, feeling her cleavage, even letting his fingers drift down between her legs, while Michael is sliding his hand down and under her breast seeking her nipple, which when he finds them are aroused and erect.

“Oh God, stop.” says Abby, “I think I need you to put lotion all over me.”

The boys sit back on their haunches. Both of them are fully erect and only their jeans hide this.

“Now lets do the front.” She says as she turns over on the chaise, her bikini now fallen to the ground and her beautiful breasts and erect nipples, and her lovely mound now exposed to Kemer Escort Bayan their hungry eyes.

Michael impulsively leans down to kiss her and is greeted by her inviting lips and her tongue as she seeks his, Jimmy is spreading lotion on her belly and continues his exploration to her breasts, then he ventures down to her lovely mound, as she responds by slightly parting her legs so that he can explore the delights of her very wet vulva, and erect clitoris. She is now shuddering under the double admonitions of four hands and the lips that are kissing her passionately. Jimmy has begun to tongue her clit while gently probing her vagina with first two and then three fingers.

Abby is writhing on the chaise as wave after wave of pleasure consume her body, and suddenly she convulses with a wonderful orgasm that leaves her totally limp.

She gasps and gently pushes Michael away and both of the boys back off not quite sure what has happened.

Abby smiles at them.

“I hope that you forgive me, I don’t know what came over me, I owe you both so much for making me feel so wonderful.” As though suddenly aware of her nakedness she sits up and pulls the beach robe around her.

“Please come into the house, I want to talk to you.”

Jimmy and Michael, still in a state of great desire, follow her into the house.

She leads them through the bedroom, and into the bathroom.

“You have both worked hard all day, so let’s take a shower before we talk.” Abby dropped her robe and stepped into the huge shower that would easily accommodate 6 adults, turns on the water and smiling at them beckons them in They need no further prompting, quickly taking off shoes socks, jeans and underpants, and now their masculinity is there for Abby to see. They step into the shower and she hands them sponges and soap. The need no further directions as they begin the sudsing process on both themselves and Abby. She stands there luxuriating in the water, her arms over her head as Jimmy and Michael caress and lavish her body with their soapy hands, exploring every crack and crevice. Abby can’t resist the temptation to feel their manhood. With her eyes closed she can feel that Jimmy is quite thick, while Michael is more slender but long. She stands there with both of them in her hands, fondling them as they cover her body with their caresses and their probing finger, and suddenly both boys stop and clutch her as her fingers massage their swollen penises and they explode in sheer joy with the magic of what this incredible lady has brought to them on this fine June afternoon.

Stepping out of the shower, Abby throws each of them a bath towel and wraps one around her. Walking into the living room she sits down and crosses her legs, and smiles at them as they come in and sit, facing her.

“Please don’t think me a big tease, but I didn’t plan any of what just happened, it just – well it happened.” Jimmy and Michael nod in understanding waiting for her to continue.

“You both know that it could cost me my job if it ever came out, so I am hoping that you can keep it a secret between us. I have never done anything like this before and I am at a loss for words to explain my feelings. I know you both to be good students and very nice young men, and I would hope that you will promise me that you can keep a confidence.”

“No one will ever hear about it from me” said Michael. Jimmy nodded in agreement.

Then Jimmy spoke up, “Do you think we might see you again Miss Lincoln?”

There was a long pause as they waited for Abby to respond. “Would you like it to happen again?” she asked.

“Well I sure would.” said Jimmy, and Michael nodded.

“I think we need to think about this. Pack up your stuff and go home now and everything will look fine in the neighborhood. Then later on when it gets dark, come back if you have no other plans, and we can talk about what happened and what we should do. I would love to make love with you again but I want to know that we can all handle it.”

She looked at them.

Jimmy and Michael looked at each other, and Jimmy turned to her and said. “You’re right. We’ll come back after awhile.”

In a few minutes Abby heard the sound of the truck leaving and she went to the kitchen, poured a glass of white wine and sat meditating. She wondered if they would come back? She wondered if they would have to tell their friends about the great time they had at her home. Well the dye was cast and all she could do was see what the evening brought. But she knew that if they came back she must make sure that there were some things that must be discussed. She wanted them to come back, because her fantasy of making love with two beautiful young men had actually happened, and she didn’t want it to stop. Not only that, she craved taking them inside her. The orgasms that they had brought her to were not enough. She wouldn’t be satisfied until they filled her vagina with those gorgeous (and quite large) cocks.

As she thought about the events of the afternoon and played them again in her mind, she became quite flushed and was breathing rapidly when she remembered how she had felt with four hands moving all over her, and their lips kissing her repeatedly. Yes, she wanted to feel those wonderful feelings again.

The day has been long and arduous, filled with taxation’s on your muscles that have left a dull throbbing ache from top to bottom. I hand you a warm mug of tea and the heat seeping into your hands from the porcelain starts a slow spreading infusion of calm that is hurried along by your sips.

My fingertips gently caress your shoulders with soft reserved pressure. Along your clavicle and up your neck then down your spine with attention paid to your shoulder blades. With each drink your body trades cold pain for a rolling heat and my touch kneads that into your torso and hips.

The smell of your skin rises from the gentle massage and sets my insides a tingle. I breathe you in slowly and the electricity of my desire surges as my need is communicated in the quickening vigor of my hands. You put down the cup of tea and recline into my arms, your pulse racing and feeding the fire that both soothes and excites you.

My lips kiss your neck and a sigh emanates from your upturned mouth. My mouth pulls on your skin and my tongue wets it with a quick brush. My arms wrap around your waist and my mouth flutters across your shoulders Alanya Escort and the top of your chest. Pressing my naked chest against your back and squeezing your hips, I growl into your clavicle and grind my lengthening arousal between your legs.

Your breath comes in heaving pants as I step back and lay you upon the bed. I raise your knees and spread your legs open, lying with my head between them. Your pubic lips are open to me now and their musk that rises to meet me is the sweetest ambrosia. The tip of my tongue takes the first taste from your swollen clit, tangy-sweet nectar that makes my body quiver with hunger.

My mouth falls hard on your mound and I lap at my prize with unchecked fervor. The flavor of your need elicits groans of pleasure from me as I feed upon you and stoke a fire nearly ready to explode.

You bite your lower lip and writhe, your hands pushing in vain at my head, fearing that the stimulation I bring you will be too much. I take your wrists in my hands and pin them to the bed with enough slack to let you struggle but not enough to free yourself from my grip. All the while Alanya Escort Bayan my feasting on your sex keeps a measured pace as I listen to your breathing and soft whimpers to let me know where and how you need to be licked.

My tongue brushes your clit in long, wet strokes as your soft moans become labored cries, calling my name and begging me to keep going. You explode with a single scream as your orgasm shakes you from toes to skull and leaves the muscles in your body whispering echoes of their triumph.

Reluctant to lift my head I suck on your throbbing love button in a long kiss before allowing you to push me away with a stifled squeal. I crawl on top of you, looking down at your eyes looking up at me and my heart sings inside my chest with the belted glory of an angel’s choir.

Desire burns behind my eyes and you can feel the extension of those flames pressing against your inner thighs. With one hand you pull me inside you and then rake the nails from both hands up and down my back as our bodies fall into rhythm.

I’m lost in my passion for you, kissing and biting your neck Escort Alanya as you dig into my flesh and whisper in my ear. At your suggestion we turn over so that you can ride my cock and control the details of my pleasure.

Your nails draw lines on my chest and teeth leave marks on my neck that makes me scream your name. My hands linger on your hips but move up and down your torso craven with their need to memorize every inch and curve.

What started as my efforts to help you relax and forget the day has become your need to hear me come, to unleash the barbaric and primal call that happens when you fuck me and squeeze the fire of my need into you.

I pull you hard against my chest, my growls panting in your ear as our hips collide in unison over and over. The weight of your body upon me is such sweet indulgence that my arms lock you there with iron strength. Each of my thrusts is met with one of your own as we crash softly into one another.

You feel me tip past the crest and you command to “come for me” as I arch my back and roar, spilling myself into your velvet glove. In the quake of my climax you rise and push your pelvis into me while biting your lower lip and smiling down at me. The look in your eyes washes over me with such love and desire that time ceases. Awestruck, I slide my fingertips across your skin and smile back. No one has ever loved anyone more than I love you.

Really, the only difference between Mike Vasuco and most any other a middle aged male divorcee was that he had just won a huge lottery. Suddenly he was so much richer than he had ever, in his wildest dreams, ever considered.

And he didn’t tell anyone, to start. Of course, he would share with his family and kids, and probably even with the ex, but that would be later – that would be when he returned to reality – some new sort of reality.

Recalling a fantasy from years earlier, Mike figured this was fantasy money – what else could you call it – so he decided to try to realize one or two of his long time fantasies. Later he’d buy himself a Porsche Carerra 4 convertible, but now he was in Las Vegas to really blow some cash having fun. Before getting there, he had arranged for an easily accessible bank account, and had put a couple hundred thou in it.

He had this wild, wild plan that he’d hatched way, way back, so before he’d come, he’d visited a ‘spy’ shop back home, and bought a mini-surveillance system. Now, after several hours fiddling in his posh suite, it was all set up – totally inconspicuous – wired into his laptop.

“Time to motor,” he’d hummed to himself, finishing off the iced glass of JD. “Let’s go fishing!” While Mike was not really a loner, he had, through the years following his divorce, got to be very comfortable with himself. He had a lot of friends and was active in several groups, but he could manage very well on his own, when he needed to – and now, was one of those times. Tucking in his $150 shirt and straightening his collar, he flipped the room key-card into his pocket and headed for the gaming floor.

Mike knew sort of who he was looking for, but was surprised to locate a subject so quickly. Less than an hour after he’d begun cruising the room, he saw her. Meg was clearly a woman in trouble.

She was sitting on a stool, back to the slot machine, eyes wide, the lights of the casino flickering in her deer-in-the-headlights stare, motionless amidst the auditory barrage of chirps and trills, dinging and ringing that was gambling hall.

She was frozen in indecision; didn’t know what to do; couldn’t know what to do. It had all been so new to her – so exciting, that she had been mesmerized. And it had only been, what, three days?

She was on a special get-away trip awarded to herself and several of her mates from work The girls she’d come with were out watching some shows. They said they were already bored with the gambling! But she’d been seduced by the freedom of being alone – for the first time without hubby – and the thrill of winning.

She’d started at the slots, but, when they were not making her rich, she moved to the tables, and soon found that she could spend – lose – her money much too quickly at Blackjack or Roulette; even poker was less lucrative than she had naively expected – or at least hoped. Eventually she returned to the slots, into which, she proceeded to pour most her cash over the following couple days.

She had sat there, until just before Mike had come upon her, desperately pumping the very last of her cash, everything available through her debit card, slapping the ‘Play Again’ button like automaton. Continuing to delude herself with the erroneous, wishful-thinking idea that, odds were, she’d eventually win back her mounting losses. She had lost the very last of her funds. And, she realized, she couldn’t get any more without her husband finding out. “But,” she pointed out to herself, “he just can’t find out!”

And so it was, her sitting frozen in despair, that Mike found her and began to chat her up. He commiserated – softly, sympathetically, like he knew exactly what was wrong, as he did, having surmised correctly. She was initially distracted – reluctant, even – subdued almost to the point of being catatonic. As Mike gently inched the conversation along, she was barely able to admit that she had royally fucked up, indeed, was still unwilling to completely acknowledge her dire straits. Mike just continued offering comforting words – quiet, calming, encouraging; listening attentively when she spoke, like the trained therapist he had been prior to his lottery win.

After a while, he took her over to the nearby bar and got her a drink. Slowly, by degrees, he calmed her down. “Could be worse,” he pointed out, raising an eyebrow in emphasis. “By the way,” he said, after a moment, in a light, casual tone, “I’m Mike.”

“Meg,” she replied – a bit of life flowing back into her voice. “Actually, Mary Margaret, but I go by Meg,” she added, getting flustered by her own unnecessary explanation. Mike noted, despite all the agro, that she had a delightful accent.

He learned that she was a thirty-something married woman from the Liverpool area, who had won the trip at work, and was there with colleagues, but without her husband.

Meg had dressed in a somewhat risqué fashion, figuring, originally, if her gambling was just a little bit naughty – as she felt it was; she’d Başakşehir Escort told her husband that she wasn’t going to gamble – she’d may as well dress the part.

Mike thought she looked really good in her tight mini-skirt; slinky top, over a low-cut bra, revealing an inviting décolletage; heels; big glittery earrings and necklace; and heavier than usual make-up. He thought she was probably trying for young trendy, and it may even have worked in back home Liverpool, but, there, in Las Vegas, what she’d achieved was more of a-little-over-the-top skanky – a little more tarty than chic.

Still, he appreciated that her outfit accentuated her soft curves, showing off her voluptuous figure and impressive bosom to full advantage, her heels highlighting her shapely legs.

Sipping her drink, eying him over the rim of the glass, Meg felt herself beginning to relax. Although she couldn’t understand what compelled her to confide in a total stranger, she began to speak – softly, confidentially. As the details of her unfortunate situation emerged, Mike shook his head gravely, “Geez, that’s rough.”

“I’m not usually this stupid,” she sighed, “but sitting in the hubbub, it was like I’d fallen under a spell.”

“That happens,” Mike agreed, “probably more often than you think.” His concern and sympathy were genuine – he really was a kind, thoughtful guy – but he had fantasized about something like this far too often, for far too long, not to seize this golden opportunity.

So, sitting in a cocktail lounge at the side of the gambling floor, he offered her a way out by way of some personal betting. Meg looked at him curiously, waiting for an explanation, a twinkle of hope glinting in her eye.

“I’ll bet you ten bucks I can make you smile,” he said impishly. She just cocked her head and looked puzzled. After only a brief pause, he said matter-of-factly, “That’s definitely not a smile. Good thing we didn’t shake on it, or I’d be out a ten-spot.”

“Okay,” he pushed on, without waiting for her response. “I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that you won’t come up to my room to have a drink with me.” This time he waited while she figured out what he’d just said.

“Let me get this straight: you’re betting I won’t come to your room?”

“Yes. That’s right. My hundred says you won’t come to my room.” Mike pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of his wallet and held it up to examine it, then, crumpling it in his hand, he paused again, beaming at her. After a moment, he went on, “So, if we make this bet, and you do come up to my room for a drink, you’ll have proved me wrong – I lose the bet and you get the hundred. See? Of course, if we make the bet and you decide not to come up to my room, then you owe me a hundred bucks. Simple, eh?” Then he stuck out his hand. “So do we have a bet?”

She waited several long moments, looking into his eyes; trying to read his face. Slowly she stood, reached out, and shook his hand. “Okay,” she whispered tentatively, almost to herself.

“Great,” Mike announced, placing a hand at the small of her back and guiding her gently towards the elevators. “Easy, eh? And I didn’t even ask you to ante up.”

They rode up to the seventeenth floor in silence, walking softly over the plush carpet to the door at the end of the hall. “Welcome,” Mike said, as he opened the door to suite 1701, and stepped aside to let his guest enter. Closing the door behind them, Mike said, “Here we are,” waving the hundred with a flourish, “and here you are.” He crushed the bill into her hand as he swept past her toward the suite’s large bar, where he surreptitiously switched on the remote for the surveillance cameras. “What can I get you?” he called over his shoulder while his guest sauntered over to the floor to ceiling windows to take in the impressive view – the strip running out below her, downtown beyond that, and, in the distance, the desert – quickly stuffing the bill into her purse.

“G ‘n T, if you’ve got it,” she replied, not moving her eyes from the laid-out vista. After giving her her drink, Mike settled onto the couch, sipping his, and waiting for her to relax. Eventually, she let herself sink down into a large leather easy chair and met his gaze. “Cheers,” she offered uncertainly, and raised her glass.

“Cheers,” Mike replied. “Like I said, I’m Mike.”

Nodding, she slowly took another sip – watching him suspiciously over the rim. “Yeah – Meg,” she submitted softly.

“Come on,” Mike cajoled, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Meg subtly shook her head. “I mean, here you are in my room having a drink, and I, foolishly, bet you wouldn’t accept.” He took sip and smiled. “An simple bet, I’d say; and now you’re a hundred bucks up.” Mike raised his eyebrows in emphasis. “Easy money, wouldn’t you say?” Meg’s nod was barely perceptible. “Of course,” He proceeded with an almost forced nonchalance. “A mere hundred won’t get you far in this town, eh?” He sat back and sipped his own drink.

Meg’s body tensed Başakşehir Escort Bayan slightly. She thought about her devastating losing streak, how quickly she had lost her footing on that slippery slope into problem gambling – and, if she was truthful with herself, gambling addiction. Now, she realized, she was in too deep – way, way too deep!

She involuntarily leaned forward, emphasizing her considerable cleavage, wondering, perhaps guessing, what Mike had in mind. She watched silently, for the moment, trying to figure out what, exactly, he was up to.

Mike smiled benignly. Heaving a breath, he asked, casually ignoring the prickly tension developing, “How about this? I bet you another hundred you won’t give me a kiss.” Meg barely hesitated before leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Well,” laughed Mike. “Wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but you got me.” Handing her another hundred-dollar bill, he went on. “I got yet another hundred says you won’t give me a real kiss – a smooch, on the lips.

“And we really should shake on these wagers, to make them legit, eh?” Putting out his hand, he asked, “Do we have a deal?”

Catching his eyes with hers, she nodded, shook his hand, then leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. The intensity of it surprised him and he reached behind her head to hold the lip-lock. She offered no resistance as he reveled in her complicity.

When they stopped, Mike noted Meg’s look of mild consternation as he went to the bar to refresh their drinks. “There you go,” he buzzed, handing her another drink, with a hundred spot held against the glass. “Three hundred up. Not bad in under an hour’s gambling, wouldn’t you say?” Meg nodded ever so slightly as she sipped her drink, her cheeks glowing pink.

“Okay, then,” he announced, having put down his drink. “This time I’ll bet you a hundred fifty that you won’t let me grope your boobs while we’re kissing.” Extending his hand, he added, “Whaddya say?”

Meg’s eyes went wide once again – having only just begun to relax. She sputtered in protest, “But…, that’s not…” He raises his eyebrow, fluttering a handful of cash and nodding to the money she had already ‘won’.

“Up to you.”

Eyeing the bills, she shrugged her shoulders and reached to shake his hand, “Oh, okay! What the fuck!”

The next bet, though, took a little more convincing. “Show us yer tits!” he said, in his best redneck accent, before laying out the bet. “Bet you you won’t expose your breasts – that is, open your top and pull down your bra – and let me have a bare flesh feel.”

Taking a second to compose herself, Meg squared her shoulders and asked, “What do you think I am, a slut?” A hint of hurt and disgust tinged her voice.

“Not a slut,” Mike replied softly, extending his hand once more. “A gambler.”

They shook; then watching his face, Meg silently exposed her sweater puppies, her nipples proud and erect at their tips. Bringing his hands up to gently cup them, he found they were as luscious and soft as he had imagined. Mike resisted the rather strong urge to lean forward and take a bud into his mouth. “Not yet,” he chided himself. “That’s not part of the deal – of this deal. Got to play by the rules.” So he stuck to caressing and mauling her succulent tits, luxuriating in their pliable firmness.

Meg closed her eyes and remained still as he did; but her chest betrayed a growing excitement within her, beginning to rise and fall more noticeably as the lurid activity continued. Mike got the notion that she was almost enjoying herself, in spite of the circumstances – or, perhaps, because of the circumstances – wondering, perhaps, just how long she would allow this whole game to go on.

She – they both – realized this was no longer about gambling. Somewhere along the way they had transcended the simple win/lose scenario of the casino, where, just like Pavlov’s dog, the sporadic delight of success kept the subject going. For Meg and Mike, it seemed as if the thrill of winning was being subtly supplanted by the excitement of pushing at boundaries – personal, social, moral. The adventure had become the crossing of new frontiers – How much further could she go? How far would he take her? And at each new challenge she savoured the rush of adrenaline, like a hit of ecstasy.

Slowly sitting up, Mike let his hands fall, if somewhat reluctantly, from Meg’s chest. Without dropping her gaze, Meg absently gathered, ineffectively at the front of her blouse, and waited.

“Okay, so how ’bout I give you some really good odds,” Mike suggested magnanimously. “I’ll bet you a cool thousand, at 1000 to 1, you won’t come over here, take my cock out” – here he patted his crotch – “and put it in your mouth.”

Even given what she’d already agreed to, that took her by surprise. She protested that, despite what she had just submitted to already, she was not a whore. Mike acted aghast. “I wouldn’t even make such a bet if you were! Escort Başakşehir But you are obviously someone who pushes the envelope, takes chances – a player of the odds, eh?” After a brief pause he continued, “So, the question is: how far are you willing to go?” Meg listened intently. “Just consider this particular wager. Weigh the odds.”

Meg’s look was part confusion, part determination. “I’m not saying I will,” she whispered, “but why would you pay me, a middle-aged housewife, a thousand bucks just to suck your dick?”

“You don’t even have to suck. Just put it in your mouth and keep it there for – say – a minute.”

Her puzzled look gave him pause. He thought that maybe he should try to explain the situation – his fantasy, such as it were – but he couldn’t do that. He didn’t even fully understand it himself. He considered the “sex for the sake of sex” aspect of it, but that seemed so sordid, even here and now. For a long moment he mused, silently to himself, then, suddenly, he leaned forward. Staring at her with penetrating eyes, he asked, “Do we have a bet?” She gazed back blankly, so he added, “Do you have a dollar you’re willing to make this bet with?” She looked puzzled, then nodded. “Show me!” he said, pulling out a wad of bills from his wallet and counting off ten hundreds. “See, I have my wager,” he, laid the wad of bills on the coffee table. Furtively scooping the pile of bills she had already ‘won’, Meg fumbled in the bottom of her purse numbly, pulling out four quarters, and holding them out in her hand. “Good!” he cried rising towards her, holding out his hand. “Then let’s shake on it.” She offered her hand tentatively, and Mike shook it vigorously, repeating the bet – “I’m betting, at a thousand to one in your favour, that you won’t come over here, take my cock out, and put it in your mouth.” Settling back onto the couch, he prompted, “Right?” She nodded once more, very unsure of what she is getting herself into. Standing once more he asked, “Can I freshen your drink, first?” Meg nodded, looking more than a little bewildered.

Taking her glass and moving smoothly to the bar, Mike began with a nonchalance that belied his inner giddiness, “Let’s set out just a few ground rules, shall we?” and he casually proceeded to lay them out, as if they were memorized from a rule book, not at all like he was making them up as he spoke – which he was! “It has to be all of him,” gesturing to his crotch, “flaccid, or half of him erect, depending on his response; you don’t have to move but you must close your lips, and he needs to remain fully engulfed at least forty-five seconds.”

Meg slowly, carefully got off the bed, gave his extended hand a perfunctory shake, and dropped to her knees on the carpet between his. Finally, she dropped her gaze and focused on his fly. Undoing his pants, she folded the front down, out of the way, and pulled his briefs down to expose his already semi-turgid schlong. Leaning forward, tugging it free, she extended her tongue to touch his helmeted head, and dab the drop of pre-cum out of its eye. Pausing, contemplating for a moment, she licked her lips, then taking hold of the fleshy tube, like a banana, she lowered her circled lips over it.

Mike couldn’t believe how far down she pushed right away. Neither could he believe how marvelously wonderful it felt. Meg held him deep for a long time before easing back, caressing his shaft with her lips, until she just had his glans in her mouth. She pushed back down, further, this time, until he was fully ensconced; then she was still, the only movement in the entire room was a slight, in/out sucking of her cheeks against his shaft. Mike felt as if he might just cum!

And before she could begin to withdraw, after substantially more than the prescribed forty-five seconds, Mike upped the ante. “$250 more says you won’t continue for another minute.” He looked down at the top of her head. “Just nod if our handshake is understood.” Meg nodded without backing off the root, held deep in her throat. Gradually, she began to stroke his prick – backing off slightly before plunging to reseat him deep in her throat. Mike was having control difficulties, but he knew cumming would end it, so he gritted his teeth and went on.

He offered her a bet of $500 that she wouldn’t take off her top completely while she worked on him. A bet which she took, pulling her blouse and her bra off her shoulders and arms, without releasing his cock. Mike was getting desperately close, so he wagered a further $1000 that she wouldn’t continue blowing him for another five minutes, “or until I cum, whichever comes… occurs first.” Meg accepted with a slight nod, not breaking her established, accelerating rhythm.

Mike was surprised at how quickly Meg had capitulated – accepted each rise in the stakes. It is almost like, he mused, what Bertrand Russell – or was it George Bernard Shaw? – said. Urban legend or not, one of them is reputed to have asked a young lady if she’d bed him for a million pounds. After a short bout of soul-searching she said she probably would. Then he asked if she’d sleep with him for ten pounds. “Of course not,” she replied, indignantly, “What kind of girl do you think I am.”

“We’ve already established that,” he replied. “Now we’re just haggling over price.”

As always, Valentines Day fell on a cold February night, but that didn’t stop the love in the air. Couples young and old took to the town in the night filling the atmosphere with a lovey dovey air, though for some it wasn’t the same, some couples had to spend the night working but that wouldn’t stop their fun.

Jon and Leanne, both worked in a busy pub in the centre of town, a pub which saw one of the busiest nights of the year, Valentines Day mixed with an international rugby match between Wales and Scotland and both were looking forward to what the other was planning for when they finished work. The night drew on, and finally their shift ended with a quiet drink with the rest of the staff, followed by a usual rendezvous in Café G’s night club Leanne changed from her work cloths, she always liked to dress nice, she wore a nice black short skirt and matching top emphasizing her lovely cleavage.

At the top bar they could be found, drinking and waiting,

“Victoria Gardens?”

Jon looked back at Leanne, “After this drink.”

Leanne stood next to him watching him drinking,

“Go wait for me there; I’ll be along in a few minutes.”

Leanne narrowed her eyes at him and noticed a cheeky smile moving across his face, “go.”

She thought for a second and then left for the Gardens wondering what he was planning, she wasn’t going to argue, this was probably going to be fun. She made her way through town and around the side of the gardens to the hole they often used to get in, this was a regular haunt for them, they would often sneak here after work to make out, enjoying the thrill of trespassing and the possibility that they may one day be caught.

It was a dry night, so she sat on a bench near their favourite tree.

Time passed, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, she lost track, it seemed like an eternity leaving a now pretty pissed off Leanne sitting on a park bench in the middle of the night.

She heard some rustling in the bushes behind her, she stood up and looked around, a man in a police uniform and hat was approaching her.

“Miss, your trespassing, I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you in.”

Leanne froze; she had never been arrested before. The officer moved closer, he was a small man, with a medium build, her look of fear turned to a sly smile as she had figured out who it was. He got closer revealing more to her, she recognized the shape of his body and the outline of his face in the dark.

“Officer, I’m a good girl, I didn’t mean to break the law, but I guess you’ll have to take me in.” she grinned as he reached for a pair of hand cuffs.

“Miss Silivri Escort step back against the fence please.”

The gardens had been undergoing work for several months now, and metal fencing had been placed to stop people crossing into the work area.

Leanne walked backwards until she reached the fence, it rattled as she walked into it.

“Turn around.”

He pushed her roughly against the fence from behind, “Arms up, spread your legs.”

She could feel the officer rub himself lightly against her,

“I’m going to have to search you” His hands began to work over her familiar form, though not in the way someone should be searched, not like in real life or the movies, he moved his hands adventurously over her form, sliding softly when they came to skin and groping heavily over her clothing. Leanne’s head dropped back slightly as she felt his breath on her neck she could almost feel his lips already on her neck, but he held back. His hands on the other hand found their way up under her skirt, she recognized the familiar feel, the way he touched her, the way he caressed her butt, if there was any doubt at all, now it was gone, these were Jon’s hands on her skin, and his body close to hers.

“Your clean, face me.” He took her arm roughly and turned her to face him, He pressed himself against her as he placed a cuff on her left wrist, and held her between him and the fence as he threaded the chain through near the top and cuffed her right wrist, she was now attached to the fence, unable to move.

“You have the right to remain sexy, anything you say and do can and will be used against you in my imagination, if you give up this right, I will be forced to make love to you until you feel sexy. Anything you would like to add?”

Leanne grinned as she moved herself against him, “well, I don’t know, I’m not feeling too particularly” He began kissing her neck, “mmh, sexy right,” his tongue began to work over the little area where he had given her a love bite in the past, She tried to finish her sentence, “sexy… rig… ht… now.”

Jon’s hands slid up her body, over her stomach and breasts as he licked a trail to her earlobe, Leanne’s breathing began to get heavier as he sucked and licked her ear, his tongue slid over the back taking her ear into his mouth. If she had control of her hands, Leanne would have hugged and kissed him by now, but she couldn’t, all she could do was take his affections, it was like an itch, one of those itches which you cant reach no matter how hard you try, and you need someone else’s help with. Jon moved his lips to hers she took the opportunity to kiss him, Escort Silivri deeply and passionately, their tongues met between their lips and felt each other’s form, she could feel her excitement, she could feel his heat.

Jon’s hands reached back inside her top and opened her bra clasp, then lifted her entire top, exposing her breasts to the night. Jon kissed her again softly and then kissed a trail down her chest and slid his tongue between her breasts. She entwined one of her legs in his as his tongue worked over her nipples, the sensation of cold to warm and then the chill of the night air on her wet nipples made her shudder with delight, Jon’s affections were no where near an end, he sucked and licked her soft pink nipples, and ran his teeth over them, nipping lightly at her flesh. His lips moved back to her neck, too suck and lick some more, as they did she felt a different feeling; his fingers were trailing up inside her skirt, up to her moist underwear. Her itch began to grow, almost desperate, she couldn’t scratch it, a moan escaped her lips instead, she had to do something, but the cuffs stopped her, she ached with desire and lust.

Jon’s fingers rubbed her wetness, they had been there before, and they knew where her buttons were, his finger tips rubbed teasingly, toying with her soft spot and then moving away.

She lashed her tongue out at his ear as he kissed her neck. Jon suddenly pulled away from her and looked her over, she stood there, cuffed to the fence, panting with her hair messed and her cloths hanging off, he smiled at the picture, reaching for a camera.

“No” Leanne struggled with her bonds, desperate to not be photographed looking like that.

Click, the flash beamed and the photo was taken, Jon smiled, “this is good, I’ll treasure this.”

He moved back towards her and knelt down in front of her, “I need to get you out of those cloths.”

He slid his hands under her skirt and took her panties, sliding them slowly to her ankles and off one of her feet, so he could spread her legs. Which he did, quickly placing his fingers into her wet sex, his tongue played with her soft spot while his fingers worked in and out of her hole, he had no idea what she looked like up above right now, he could only imagine the look on her face.

Leanne’s bit her lip, she gasped and moaned at the experience, they had often talked about power games, a fantasy of theirs, and she figured that this was his ‘valentine’s surprise’ that he had talked about. Leanne pressed herself against the railings and her sex into his face as she could feel herself building, Jon’s tongue rubbed relentlessly Silivri Escort Bayan back and for over her favourite spot and his fingers pushed into her soft pink enclosure.

She groaned and her head fell back, as he stopped.

His lips quickly met with hers as he stood back up, she could taste herself on his tongue, they kissed dirtily and passionately, the heat between them could have melted the polar ice caps.

She knew what was coming next, his zip was being opened he was going to make love to her very soon, thoughts crossed her mind, she knew that it still hurt, but she was dieing for him to be inside her, she needed the release.

His trousers fell to the floor; she could feel his hardness against her skin.

“Wait” He stopped and looked at her, “Do you have a condom?”

He reached down to his pocket on the floor and pulled out his walled, reaching inside he revealed a small packet, and took it out, “yes, I do” she couldn’t see, but she could hear the rubber plastic slide down his member.

He lifted her hips to his and held her tightly; she wrapped her legs around his waist and held tightly to the cuffs as he gently slid his member into her soft pussy lips. She yelped lightly as a sensation of pain erupted, she could feel him rubbing her inside, mixing the feeling. He held inside her, waiting for her lips to adjust to his length, he could feel her muscles moving around him, tightening, relaxing, pulling her flesh over his length.

He could feel her beginning to relax against him, and it was a cue to him, he pulled out and then thrust deeply back inside her. Leanne’s head fell back as he moved in rhythm his hips pressing against hers, and then drawing back, feeding himself into her womanhood. He held her tightly and began kissing her neck to the sound of the fence creaking with their movements, his tongue dampened a spot, and then his teeth nipped at her hungrily.

Leanne enjoyed his lust, trapped between him and the fence, unable to go anywhere, she was at his mercy, she enjoyed it, feeling needed, and desired, and boy could she feel his desire, it was like a burning tip, driving inside her, quicker and quicker. His fingers joined in the fun, his thumb rubbing at her sensitive clit driving her further and further.

She began to moan as she climbed closer and closer to climax. Jon was like a relentless animal, ravishing her body, he fucked her hard and fast the fence made enough noise to show the speed of his thrusts, the idea that someone may hear them from outside wasn’t important, all that was important was what was happening now.

Leanne let out a cry or pleasure as she orgasmed against him, her love muscles tightened hard around his member pulling him over the edge, with a large breath he climaxed his warmth erupted inside her, protected by the rubber.

He stopped, held inside her until he went soft. They kissed lovingly.