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Captain Jack Hancock ran his finger off the back of the top card of his deck. He was dressed in a formal military uniform, complete with epaulets, tassels, and a multitude of medals. As always he felt a surge of pride looking down at his medals, he really needed to give himself another one sometime soon.

He sipped from a Martini glass filled with potent alcohol and was constantly touching the beautiful women on either side of him. One was a tanned Asian woman in a light brown sari, the other a redhead in oily overalls, neither could ever have been called flat-chested.

“You ain’t got nothing,” growled the Calamarian across from the table,.

A dozen different species of the half-aquatic Calamarians were packed into the crowded spaceport bar, like sardines in an overly on-the-nose metaphor.

The alien facing Jack directly across the table looked like a cross between a bodybuilder and a shark. It had huge muscular arms and a long face, packed with razor-sharp teeth.

“I’ve got this in the bag,” Jack retorted confidently, “But if you’re feeling lucky we could up the stakes.” He took a deep dramatic breath, “Let’s say the contract for the Claw’s latest job.”

A hush ran threw the room and suddenly every set of fishy eyes was on their table.

“But Boss,” a smaller Calamarian, with bug eyes and tentacles, hissed. “He’s already betting on credit.”

“Yeah,” the Shark Man nodded, “What are you offering as collateral.”

Jack threw a control wand down on the table, “How about the fastest ship this side of the forbidden zone?” he offered with a waggle of his eyes.

“Ha,” the bug-eyed Calamarian laughed, “He means that giant flying dong outside.”

The collective bar looked out of the Star Port window and Jack’s ship, the Penetrator, the tallest and most interestingly shaped ship in port. Build in the style of an old-fashioned rocket, it consisted of a long cylinder propelled by two circular thrusters at its base. The raised cockpit completed the phallic look perfectly.

“The Calamari Cartel has a dozen ships,” the Shark grinned showing off his multitude of teeth, “What would I need with that flying compensator?”

“Ah,” Jack said the insult pinging harmlessly off his ego. “Asha, stand up,” he ordered, his eyes not leaving his opponent.

The tanned woman pushed her seat back and stood up. Other than the brown Sari all she wore was a black slave collar. She was thin but with a huge, massively out-of-proportion, pair of natural breasts.

“Aasha here is a descendant of Old Earth’s India,” Jack said presenting her like a prize. “I don’t know if all Indians had breasts quite as impressive as hers, but I like to think they did. Aasha, show them the goods.”

“Yes Master,” the Indian woman said and slipped the Sari off of her shoulders, the entire garment slid down her body easily. Her breasts were ridiculously oversized, shaped like teardrops, and as big as watermelons. A neatly kept dark landing strip marked the path from her navel to her pussy lips.

“We found her in a stasis pod on a derelict pleasure cruiser,” Jack explained, “The sole survivor. She was raised from birth to be a sex slave, so she has skills that will blow your mind.”

“What about her?” the big Calamarian indicated the woman on Jack’s other side.

“Dream on you fish-faced fuck,” Kaley, the ship’s first engineer, replied gruffly. She wasn’t one to mince her words, was known to mince the occasional face.

Tall and muscular with a short bob of wild red hair she should have appeared masculine, but a pretty face and large round bust countered this nicely. While nothing compared to Aasha’s her breasts were large and impossibly spherical, constantly looking ready to explode from her low-cut overalls.

“I’m not a slave,” the Engineer continued in a matter-of-fact voice, “And I’m not up for sale.”

“Yeah, you can have her too,” Jack declared nonchalantly, “She sucks like a black hole, but has a temper, beware.”

“For fucks sake Captain,” Kaley hissed at him.

“Don’t worry,” Jack smiled at her, “I’ve got this in the bag. Now get your tits out and let the horrendous fish monsters see what he’s playing for.”

“You are a god damned pig,” she grumbled and unbuttoned the straps on her overalls. Her big breasts exploded out, they were large, pale, and crowned with small conical nipples.

The bug-eyed Calamarian moved round the table, groping each of the women in turn, his slimy tentacles wrapping around their breasts. Even Aasha, a trained professional, flinched at his slimy touch. Kaley endured him for a few seconds then picked him up easily in one hand and threw him across the room.

“Ha,” the Shark Faced Alian Laughed, “They will do nicely, and when we’re done with them we can make them into kebabs.”

“I’m sure that’s just slang for some horribly degraded sex act,” Jack assured Kaley when she glared at him.

“Let’s play,” Shark Face announced slamming a data crystal down on the table. “Your ship and the two whores against the meet location for Claws job.”

“Hey,” Kaley shouted, bursa escort offended at the word whore.

“Next card for the game then,” the Bug-Eyed alien wheezed limping back to his place at the center of the table.

He flipped over one card from the deck and placed it in the center of the table. Jack moved like lightning slamming his card down on top of the dealers.

“Snap,” he shouted, winning the game.

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There was instant chaos in the bar. Calamarians shouted and jostled each other in shock at the result. In the confusion, no one noticed a small blonde figure move out of the shadows and take up position near the door.

“Fairs, fair,” Jack grinned snatching the data crystal off of the table. Kaley and Aasha quickly covered themselves up and followed Jack towards the door.

Kaley had to land a few well-placed, reducing several fish faces to mush, as they pressed through the crowd. They were nearly there when a small box around Jack’s belt sparked and fizzled, causing the holographic card on the table to vanish.

There was a moment of silence before every Calamarian in the room roared in fury and charged toward Jack and the girls. An explosion shook the room and they all froze staring at the previously unnoticed blonde holding a blunderbuss nearly as large as her.

“Back,” she shouted, “All of you, or I’ll paint the walls in canned tuna.”

Jen, the ship’s electrician and Kaley’s partner was small and petite, the polar opposite of her partner. She had short spiked blonde hair and wore a tight green tank top and khaki cargo pants.

The cannon’s kickback had knocked Jen from her feet, but the shot bought Kaley enough time to fight her way to her partner. She seized the huge gun and swung it around to fire an indiscriminate shot into the crowd.

“I’ll show you kebabs,” she roared. Jen pulled an elaborate remote from her belt and flicked a switch. The bar’s fire suppression system activated filling the room with thick flame retardant gas. The Calamari’s scattered in a panicked bedlam, laser blasts shot through the smoke, and countless smaller fights erupted in the confusion.

Hidden in the chaos Jack, Aasha, Kaley, and Jen slipped through the crowd and out into the spaceport.

“So where are we going boss,” Kaley asked as they rushed down a service corridor.

“Looks like Ganami Station,” Jake said, placing the data crystal into his wrist computer.

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“Ganami Station,” Kraemer said, his thick arms folded over his barrel chest, “That can be done.” The first mate was a black male in his early fifties, but still strong as a bull, despite his years.

“Great,” Capitan Serena Harington, gave her first mate a smile. She was young for her post, barely out of her teens, with long blonde hair and an amazing figure. She was thin but had curves in all the right places, a thick ass, and an ample set of double-D breasts.

Her skin-tight uniform and been specifically designed to show off her firm young body. Several large holes had been strategically left out of the grey material to show off as much flesh as possible. It was what the crew liked, so it was what she wore.

“The ship is in full working order, fuelled up and ready to go,” Kraemer added, efficient as always. It wasn’t surprising he was leading in the merit table for the third week running. “That is if Haworth gets his finger out of his ass, the engines are still only operating at half capacity.”

Serena’s face fell, her engineer was a class-A pain in her ass, sometimes literally.

“I’ll deal with it,” she sighed and headed down towards engineering.

She had inherited her ship, the Clit Nine, from her father, the legendary Hammer Face Harrington. He’d been one of the galaxy’s most famous and successful smugglers. When he died he left his ship and crew to his only daughter.

The problem had been her only real qualification was the control wand coded to her DNA. The aging crew needed her to operate the ship, but they didn’t respect her. They left in dribs and drabs. Retiring or quitting with varying degrease of grace and goodwill.

It had looked like she’d lose them all. That was until she came up with the merit system. Basically, the crew member who earned the most merit points in a week would get to spend the night with her.

Sadly by the time she had the idea, she only had three crew members left. Now it was only her weekly attentions that kept them on the ship. Naturally, it was the ever-loyal and efficient Kraemer who got to have her most weeks, but old Toothless Pete and Haworth had to get their turns.

Toothless Pete, the navigator, was seventy-two, with one eye and a bionic leg. The thought of spending the night with him would have turned Serena’s stomach, but the old man was only interested in one thing. He was obsessed with eating pussy and would happily do it all night. He wasn’t bad at it either.

Haworth on the other hand did turn her stomach. She could stand his fat body, dreadful hygiene, and even his bad çanakkale escort breath. His cruel and humiliating tastes in the bedroom were the reason she couldn’t stand him.

It didn’t take long for her to start rigging the merit system against him. That led to the already surly engineer becoming damn right insubordinate. He would deliberately hold back on work refusing to do it unless his captain offered him extra, motivation.

When the door to engineering slid open, Haworth was waiting for her leaning on a steel guard rail. He wore a filthy T-shirt and worn blue slacks, the only thing that would stretch around his fat belly.

“Hey Cap,” he sneered, “What’s up?”

“You know why I’m here,” Selena shouted, “What is going on with the engines?”

“Yeah, I do know why you’re here,” the fat man agreed giving her a lecherous stare. “And so do you.”

“Just tell me what’s happening with the engines,” Selena demanded.

The fat man sucked in a breath between his teeth, “Well, it’s a big job see. It could take me a while. Of course, I might go a bit faster with the proper motivation,”

“Damn you,” Selena took a deep breath, she knew she wasn’t going to win. “What do you want?”

“How about my slut captain gets her tits out, kneels down, and opens her dirty little mouth for me,” Haworth loved nothing more than degrading his captain.

“God your a pig,” Selena pulled the hole in her uniform that showed off her cleavage wider. The material stretched and her breasts flopped out. She got down on her knees and opened her mouth, rolling her eyes at the Engineer.

She didn’t beg or argue, experience had taught her that only made him enjoy it more.

Despite her resolve, Selena leaned indistinctively back from the engineer as he dropped his slacks and took his chubby already erect penis in one hand. The other hand clasped tightly onto her head and pulled her onto his unwashed manhood.

He didn’t give her the chance to suck on him, he rammed it into her mouth as hard and deep as he could manage. Selena could only glug and gag as he took her head in both hands and slammed her face back and forward as hard and fast as he could.

Tears poured down Selena’s face, not just from the rough treatment, but the horrendous taste and smell from her Engineers sweaty crotch.

“Say it,” he ordered pulling her off of his meat for a second.

Selena knew exactly what he meant, “I’m your dirty little slut captain,” she droned in a sad monotone.

He pulled her back down fucking her face even harder. Long strings of drool erupted from the sides of her mouth, dripping down onto her tits.

“Your nothing but a worthless little cunt,” Haworth told her had he violated her mouth. “You’re a glorified started switch for this ship. I’m the one that keeps the can flying, and what are you?”

“A worthless slut,” she said in the same monotone. His little sessions with her were definitely getting worse Selena realized.

“On your back slut and squeeze those tits together,” Haworth grinned at Selena’s pained expression, he knew how much she hated this part.

The mesh metal floor dug into Selena’s back as she lay down and the breath went out of her when the fat engineer mounted her chest. She sandwiched her breasts around his cock anyway, keen to get the ordeal over with.

“Mouth too, bitch,” Haworth barked and Selena opened her mouth leaning her head up as far as she could, her tongue out. He grabbed her hair again and started fucking through her tits, pushing up into her mouth

“Stupid jumped up little cunt,” Haworth panted as he rode her breasts.

Selena could tell he was nearly done, he never did last long, especially when he was degrading her this badly.

“Right down your slut throat,” he declared inching forward, forcing his cock as deep into her throat as he could.

Selena started to struggle for the first time, panicking as both his weight and penis cut off her oxygen supply. It was only a few seconds before Haworth bucked uncontrollably firing his load directly down his captain’s throat.

“Fuck, fuck,” he breathed slowly sliding himself in and out of her mouth a few more times before releasing her head.

Selena slumped back flat coughing violently and gasping for air.

“Thanks, captain,” the fat man said brightly getting off the young woman, “That was a blast, we should do this again soon.” He whistled as he sauntered back to the rail he’d been leaning on and twisted a valve a few times. “There you go full power.”

“You fucking bastard,” Selena managed to wheeze, dragging herself unsteadily to her feet.

She staggered out of the engineering room, cringing at Haworth’s raucous laughter behind her. She had to do something about him, he was getting worse.

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“Attention crew,” Jack announced entering the Penetrator’s briefing room.

No one moved. In fairness Aasha was always standing at attention, waiting to serve her master’s every need. Jen and Kaley lounged across two of the briefing rize escort rooms comfy seats with their feet on the table.

Jack’s first stop as always was the room’s mini bar. When his Martini glass was full to overflowing he stood at the head on the table. “Now crew as you know my daring plan worked and I selflessly and daringly retrieved a valuable contract.”

“Selflessly?” Kaley scoffed, “You gambled Me and Aasha on a game of snap, you pig.”

“I know,” Jack looked remorseful, “It pained me to take such a risk, but it was for the greater good.”

“Greater good my ass,” Kaley shook her head.

“First things first, before we start,” Jack scanned the three ladies, “Who’s the lucky lady today?”

Both Jen and Kaley returned him cold looks so he turned to Aasha, “You’re up my dear.”

Just like in the bar, Aasha flicked the shoulders of her Sari and it fell to the ground. She bent over the briefing room table in front of Jack putting her hands into two well-worn grooves.

Jack undid his belt and pressed in behind her. The slave girl let out a faint gasp as he pushed inside her and began fucking her from behind.

It was Jack’s heartfelt opinion that as the ship’s Captain, he should be allowed to fuck any one of his crew whenever he felt like it. His crew seemed to disagree. It wasn’t that they were prudish, both Kaley and Jen were from Orgasmus Seven a planet renowned for its sexual excess and polyamorous relationships.

The problem was they were generally busy keeping the ship running. Having their Captain constantly trying to put his dick inside them was just inconvenient. The daily briefings were the perfect solution. Jack would pick one of the girls and fuck them as he gave the briefing.

Everyone took their turn, even if they didn’t always give him the chest-scratching eye-rolling orgasms he felt he deserved. Other than Aasha of course, she was always willing to do whatever made him happy.

The Indian girl’s big breasts swung back and forth as the Captain’s hips slapped against her ass.

“Now why did we risk so much for this contract?” Jack asked. All he got were a couple of disinterested nods so he forged on. “Because this is a contract from the enigmatic Claw, a real big spender, who’s been throwing some real cash around lately.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jen yawned, “We know.”

“This job is a simple fetch and carry,” Jack increased his tempo, sending Aasha’s big boobs bouncing wildly.

“Oh yes master,” Aasha screamed, she knew how to put on a show.

“First come, first served, and the payout is one million credits,” Jack grinned widely at the girl’s shocked expressions.

“Holy fuck,” Jen gasped.

“Holly fuck,” Aasha echoed, her eyes closed pushing back onto Jack’s cock as he slowed.

“That’s amazing,” Kaley admitted, swinging her feet off the table.

“That’s amazing,” Aasha cried in agreement.

“Aasha darling,” Jack got her attention with a slap to the ass, “Can you keep it down. How about you suck my balls for a minute.”

“Yes master,” the slave managed to sound as excited as always at the prospect. She turned and squatted in front of the Capitan licking and sucking his balls, while gently massaging his cock.

“The details are a little fuzzy,” Jack admitted, “All we have is a time and location for the meet. No information on what the cargo is or where it’s going.”

“Hell for one million I’ll smuggle something into hell itself,” Jen rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“The only detail,” Jake said slowly, “It is an open contract, it’s been offered to more than one ship.”

“For fuck sake,” Kaley cursed.

“Don’t worry,” Jake gave her one of his winning smiles and took another sip of his Martini, “We have the fastest ship around, we’ll get the job for sure.”

The two girls nodded at that, seeming satisfied.

“Just one more thing,” Jake smiled at them, “Do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Kaley shrugged, favoring him a little smile.

“You don’t look like you’ve forgiven me,” Jack gave them another cheeky smile then looked down at his cock. Aasha was still dutifully attending to his balls.

“Seriously,” Kaley laughed, she and Jen exchanged a look and rolled their eyes in unison.

“You are a nightmare,” Jen laughed but leaned in and pulled the top of Kaley’s overalls down.

Once more her big boobs erupted out. Jen gave each nipple a little kiss and suck before Kaley pulled her tank top up over her head. Jen’s ninny pert C cups seemed minuscule when compared to the other two women’s boobs.

After exchanging a long kiss both women climbed up onto the table and crawled on all fours towards their Captain. When they reached him they leaned down flat and started taking turns sucking his cock.

“We forgive you,” Kaley said kissing his tip a few times.

“Yeah, we forgive you,” Jen agreed when it was her turn to slip it in her mouth.

Jack was already close to cumming, so they only had a couple turns each before the girls felt the warning shudder. Aasha kept on tickling his balls with her tongue while Jen jerked him off, pointing his dick directly in Kaley’s face.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jack panted as he came. Hot white cum sprayed out of him in long ropes, splattering across Kaley’s face. It ran down her cheek and dipped onto Aasha’s waiting tongue. When he was spent Jen leaned in a sucked the last few drops out of him.

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This one is more fantasy than SF.

* * * * * *

“Oh Mason! Dear, I’m so sorry! The deposition got continued for another day; I won’t be able to join you until tomorrow evening.”

“Don’t worry Sophie, I’m OK. I’ll just putter around in this big old castle, all by myself…”

“All by yourself? The brochure said that they had a full staff.”

“Well, there is an old guy who seems to do all the innkeeper work, but he said he never stays here overnight.”

“You would think there would be ample room in that huge castle.”

“Yeah, he said something about ‘not being able to gang ary’ after staying here.”

“That means he couldn’t walk correctly: did he have a limp?”

“Not really a limp, but he definitely had a strange gait. I’m glad that you can translate this brogue.”

“Yes, well, I’ll call you tomorrow when I find out what time I’ll be coming in. You can meet me at the train station in town.”

“Sounds good. Love you!”

“Love you too, dear. Good night.”

Well, this will be a much more ‘romantic getaway’ when she finally gets here. I put my cellphone (‘Oh yeah, that’s a mobile here’) on the nightstand, and picked up my book. After rereading the same paragraph for the third time, I realized I was just too tired from the long trip ‘across the pond’, and the interminable train ride, and put out the reading lamp. The room was still lit by the flickering glow from the fireplace, but I was asleep almost instantly.

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The surf crashed gently in the distance, while I lay on the lounge chair, half drowsing in the warm, humid tropical air. Sophie came to me, and wordlessly ran her hands down my chest. Her fingers trailed so lightly, so faintly that I could scarce feel them at all. My legs were uncomfortably warm, and I flicked the towel off. Sophie continued stroking, so very lightly, further and further downward, inspiring my cock to stir and swell. And swell. I felt as rigid as a fence post, as Sophie straddled me and impaled herself, thrusting herself vigorously up and down my cock, as I felt … the lightest, faintest sensation? What the …? I opened my eyes to find a beautiful, buxom woman bouncing up and down on my crotch. Well, not quite a woman, as I could see the fireplace and my castle bedroom through her. So, a ghost? I startled, and she looked down at me, her ghostly hands braced against my chest. Putting a finger to her lips, she shushed me, cocked an eyebrow, and continued her ride to orgasm.

Whereupon she vanished, leaving me with the fence post. My god, it was a fence post, and still unsatisfied by her ectoplasmic tickling. While I had been about 7″ long at my best, my erection was now at least an extra hand long, another 4″?!? Left in the lurch, I staggered off to the WC to get acquainted with my new dimensions, half expecting everything to be a particularly bad case of jet lag-induced hallucination.

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The next morning, I found that the caretaker had laid out breakfast for me in the sun room. His note said he was tending the grounds that morning, and would be back to the castle sometime mid-afternoon. I ate, verified, incredulously, for the third time that morning that my equipment was now extra-large, dressed, and cycled into the village on the castle’s complimentary bicycle. Really not much else to do in the castle itself.

After çeşme escort poking my way through a few gift and souvenir shops, I wandered into a pub, thinking of an early lunch and killing time until Sophie called.

“Aye, welcome!” the barmaid called out, “What can I pour ye?”

I asked if there was a local Scotch, and what it was like.

“Weel, Braddoch is the closest, but not really local. Have ye had much Scotch before?”

I admitted that I hadn’t.

“Try a taste o’ this then. Most o’ those who ha’n’t had much seem to like it. If you like that’n, I’ll give ye a full pour.” I sat down at the bar, and tasted the amber liquid before me. Honey and wildflowers. I nodded approval, and received a much larger pour.

“So, are ye staying nearby, or just passing through?” she inquired.

I replied that I was staying at the old castle, and just waiting for my fiancée to arrive.

The codger three bar stools over then piped in, “Ah, then ye’ll be safe from Bessie, then.”

“Bessie?”

“Aye, the castle has a wee ghostie. Only ‘bothers’ the single men though, not if you have company”, he replied. “She does make it worth your while, though”, he added with a wink.

I was then reminded of the fact that I do not have a poker face, as he cocked his head and asked “Oh, so you spent the night there by yourself?” I nodded.

“Weel, no need to be embarrassed by it. Most o’ the men in town have spent a night or three there, adding the odd centimeter to their wedding tackle. Meself included.” I guess that explained all the rulers for sale in the souvenir shops.

“More like four,” I muttered into my Scotch.

“Four centimeters, that’s–“

“Inches.”

“Four inches? She must have really liked ye, then. Only one who’s gotten more was old Angus, and he was there for two weeks straight.”

“Angus the caretaker?”

“Aye, that’s him. He and his wife used to keep the castle, and then she died suddenly. Angus went back to the castle after the funeral, and it was two weeks before he could find himself a place in town. Hasn’t walked straight since,” he added with a wink.

“Why did it take him two weeks?”

“Weel, we dinna know that much about Bessie back then. We in the village only heard dribs and drabs, and many were afeared that the ghost would follow Angus to wherever he slept. Finally, the widow McIntosh took him in; they’ve been fair happy ever since.”

My phone chimed, and I pulled it out. It was a text from Sophie: “Sorry! Depo running late. Will get a taxi and meet you at castle tonight. Don’t wait for me in town.”

“Bad news?”

“No, just more delay. Could I see your lunch menu? And I’ll have another one of these”, indicating my now empty glass.

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I spent the afternoon in the pub, talking with Malcolm (the codger), Lilly (the barmaid), and a few other patrons who wandered in and out. Developed quite an appreciation for the Scotch. Also got the impression that Lilly was discretely informing all the single women who came in about my story, including the apparently disappointing fact that I was engaged. As dusk fell, I decided to walk the bicycle, just a bit too unsteady to ride, back up the hill to the castle, waving off offers to drive me back from several women, young and old alike.

I başakşehir escort arrived at the castle after dark, and found that Angus had laid out a light supper for Sophie and me: sausage, cheese, hard boiled eggs, crusty bread, and a bottle of wine. His note said he had to leave early, and that there was also beer in the “ice box.”

My phone chimed again. Sophie texted: “Depo finally done. Will catch last train, will be in quite late. Don’t wait up, I’ll wake you ;-)”

I was heading out to the great room with a plate of cheese and sausage when I spied a bottle of Scotch, the same brand I’d been drinking all afternoon, on the counter. Poured myself a generous glass, and sat down in front of the huge fireplace with my plate, glass and book. And promptly fell asleep.

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Teasing lips tickled my ear, and soft fingers stroked my cheek, unbuttoned my shirt.

“Hi Sophie, I have a surprise for you…” I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down.

“Mmmmm” she whispered, stroking my swelling cock with the lightest of touches. It flopped back against my chest as it filled, standing to attention as it continued to harden. She slowly ran her mouth along it, up and down, gliding gently from base to tip and back, and I felt even harder than the night before. Then she was astride me, my telephone pole fitting perfectly, deep inside her as she moved up and down.

Between the Scotch, the jet lag, and being half asleep, I was more than a little foggy. But eventually it occurred to me that there was no way Sophie could straddle my new cock without a lot of lube and much forcing. In fact, it felt more like … Bessie again? My eyes snapped open, to find Bessie, head thrown back as she came. Remarkably, her pussy surrounding my cock was the only part of her I could really feel, and feel I did, coming just after her. She looked down on me, planted a kiss on my cheek that I could almost feel, and vanished, like smoke in a light breeze.

I was no longer at full mast, but there was no doubt that I was now, incredibly, even larger than I’d been that morning. I showered, donned a robe, and went back downstairs for my neglected sausage and cheese. Then I heard the front door open just as I sat down, and Sophie came in, wheeling her heavy suitcase behind her.

“Sophie, you’re finally here!”

“Oh, Mason, I’m so sorry. But glad I’m finally here with you.” Hugging me, she said “I thought I’d surprise you in bed” in a flirtatious tone. Her hand slipped inside my robe.

“I’m not sure you’d recognize me in bed now.” I replied, in the same tone. Then her fingers found their target.

“Oh! So, the ghost is real?”

Huh?

“Apparently. I saw her. Twice. Shall we… go upstairs?”

We did.

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We stood in the flickering firelight in the upstairs bedroom, hugging feverishly, kissing hungrily, as if we could not possibly get close enough together. Then, she pulled my cock free of my robe, and her eyes bugged out.

“Oh my God! Mason! What happened?”

“Yeah, well, I met the ghost. Twice. Apparently, she really likes me…”

“Mason, you’re so … huge!” Pressed between us, the head of my cock reached her cheek. “I never thought … it’s so … I don’t know if I can …” küçükçekmece escort Anguish shone from her face, tears in her eyes.

Yep, this is what I was afraid of.

“Well, shall we give it a try?” Eyes wide, she nodded yes.

“We’ll have to figure out other positions at some point; for now, let’s trying lying side by side.” We finished disrobing, and both lay down on the bed. We spent quite a while kissing and fondling, and she paid much attention to my cock, finally pushing me onto my back and leaning over me to focus on it.

“Mase, it’s so thick I can’t even wrap my boobs around it!”

“That’s OK. Do you want to try…?”

“Yes. Just a second.” She grabbed a tube of lube from her purse, and applied half of the entire tube to the end of my cock. “We’ll have to start buying this by the liter.”

Fortunately, the owners had installed a truly huge bed in the castle; maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering. With both of us lying diagonally across the bed, I was able to scoot down until her crotch was in my face.

“I’ll scoot up, slowly, and you try to guide it in. Just let me know if you want me to slow down, or stop.”

“OK”

“Should I, … try something first?”

“Mase, I’m as wet as I’ve ever been in my life. Just start.”

Half an hour later, we conceded defeat.

“Mason, what are we going to do?”

“Maybe you can work up to it. We can get a series of ever-larger … vibrators? And eventually, you’ll be able to take it, at least part way.”

“You think so?”, she asked tearfully.

“Yeah, I’m sure of it. … You look like you’re sore, can I get you anything?”

“Hmmm, yes. Could I try some of that Scotch you were having?”

“I’ll be right back.”

I padded downstairs, naked, holding my unsatisfied mammoth erection upright to keep it from slamming into walls or windows, down the stairs, beginning to subside in the cool castle air. In the kitchen, as I turned around with the Scotch and two glasses, I met Bessie again. She was floating in the middle of the kitchen, facing me with a questioning look on her face.

I shrugged “Appears I’m too big for her now. It won’t fit.” Bessie’s expression turned sad. She looked down at the floor, and faded away.

I took the Scotch upstairs, and we both enjoyed a glass or two. Or three. We talked of anything except the problem we now faced. Then it occurred to me to ask Sophie if she’d had anything to eat. She hadn’t, so I went back to the kitchen to make her a plate of the cheese and sausage. I took a while to compose the plate, wanting it to be at least a little classy, which was not easy given what I had to work with. Shortly after I started slicing the hard sausage, I began to hear the wind outside, moaning through the bushes. It grew steadily louder, until it sounded almost like … a woman in the throes of passion? I grabbed the plate, and hurried up the stairs. At the top, I passed Bessie, heading the other direction with a … satisfied? expression on her ghostly countenance. She evaporated into vapor as she passed me.

I burst into the bedroom, calling out “Sophie, are you OK?”

“Oh, yes. Put the food down and come here. I’m hungry for something else.”

I don’t know exactly what Bessie did, and Sophie resolutely refuses to talk about the experience, but from that time on, Sophie was able to take all of me, the full 16″ or so, fitting like we were made for each other. In a sense, I guess that we were. And, she was even, ahem, augmented enough to titfuck me.

We collapsed a few hours later, from jet lag, exhaustion, and loss of fluids. Her last words as we drifted off towards sleep were “Tomorrow afternoon, we go into town and get some larger clothes…”

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The day was warm and the gentle breeze from the lake made Max free really at peace. He sat on the sun-warmed rocks while looking at the sky. Max was a tall nerdy boy with tan skinned with short hair. With grey eyes he was fairly good looking. Watching the sky the wind smacked the land and bent the trees as a shadow covered the area. Max watched as a sliver space ship crashed into the lake. Being pulled in pulled under by the large wave he saw two bodies. Using all his strength he dragged both space women from the lake. Panting he looked at his unconscious survivors. They both looked like human except one had long green hair and a dress that was very pretty. The other had short blonde hair and was wearing what looked to be a police uniform. Since his parents would be out for the day Max took each one up to his room.

Meanwhile, another spaceship hovered over the crash. Watching a monitor the lady smiled as she watched an interesting young man take her prey into his home. “Computer, tell me about this planet’s people.” she said.

“They are called humans and are a class C type civilization.” replied the computer, smiling she teleported to the human’s house. Following the human she wondered what this human male could possible be doing with a princess and a cop.

Max sat in his bed as his thoughts ran wild. He had two alien beauties in his room and no one to stop him from studying their bodies tekirdağ escort a little bit more. “I’m eighteen and I am a nerd that doesn’t get to see women that much. This is my chance. Come on Max take it.” he thought. Making his decision Max moved over the one in the uniform. Taking off her clothes her breast was nicely sized. Putting all her things on the bed he moved down to the skirt and what seemed to be panty-hose. Taking them off her alien pussy looked like any humans. Taking his fingers he slow inserted them. Rubbing up and down her slit he found to be her clit. Playing with it to his surprise quick grew into a six inch shaft leaking a light green slim. His thoughts ran off the wall as to a female having a dick.

Wanting to do more a dark thought crossed his mind. He knew that since none of the girl in high school talked to him he would stay a virgin for another year. This was his chance to get it one with two alien chicks. Plus he would write it off as a form of communication if they woke up. Know how desperate he was he pulled down his pants to reveal his seven inch dick. Moving between the alien chicks legs Max gave her cock a few good pumps. Watching as she moaned he put his head at her opening. With one quick thrust Max was in her alien pussy pounding away. She was very tight and wet and her cock pumped precum over his belly. Taking tokat escort her tits in to his mouth the alien woman moved in motion along with Max. Pushing deeper she moaned causing Max to slow down as not to wake her. She didn’t have nipples but it didn’t matter. He was going to bang these two alien chicks for all they were worth. Losing control he fucked harder as her cries of pleasure echoed the room.

He could feel the end drawing near. He would lose his virginity to aliens. This thought alone pushed him over the edge. With one last deep thrust Max exploded feeling the release in his ass. His climaxing triggered the alien woman to orgasm as well. Max watched as her dick twitched as green cum shot all over her tits and neck.

The other alien woman had now made it into this living room and was looking at all their technology. She played with the T.V. and DVD player but jumped when she herd a scream. “What in the nexus is that human doing.” she thought. Looking at her wrist computer it told her that the two she were after were still alive so she went back to her studying the humans’ things. The first floor was large and a counter top separated the cooking area from the living area. To her it was a nice looking place and she could come to stay here but her crew was waiting for her to get the cop and the princess. Moving to the cooking area trabzon escort she found the refrigerator. Opening the door she smiled at how full it was.

Upstairs Max had moved on to the second part of his plan. He had tasted alien pussy and he like how it felt and to his surprise tasted. The alien next to the blonde looked beautiful lying on carpet floor. Slowly taking off her what seemed to him to be silk layers of clothing he made it to her skin. It was a soft caramel tan color. Taking off a little more he freed her large breast. Her tits looked to have nipples and Max put each in turn in his mouth. Groping and sucking moaned as Max continued to turn her on. Taking off the rest of her clothes he still wasn’t hard yet so he went to working suck and licking on her cunt lips. He figured that she as a different type of alien because she didn’t have clit like knob or anything else.

Her juices tasted sweet and the musky smell drove him made with lust. Feeling his cock twitch Max gave a few slow pumps. Now at a full power he was ready to star. Putting her long legs over his shoulders Max easily slid into her tight alien cunny. Holding her thighs he pushed his full length into her. Her pussy tightened and loosened as he pounded into her like and animal. Moaning in pleasure the alien girl wakes up form her own cries. Meeting each thrust she cries out in a foreign language this drives Max crazy as he pulls her closer. Crying out in ecstasy Max feels his alien lover cumming over his cock. As her body straightened Max unloads his dicks pressure with a load moan. Max closes his eyes as he rides his orgasm to the end. Panting Max slows his breathing as he looks up to see another alien woman with a dark smile on her face.

To be continued…

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The Future is more than a fantasy I suppose. This story has anal, just like real life. If you don’t like reading about it, just don’t. All participants are adults.

2030 True Freedom

The Project was finally complete.

He could feel the stress leaving his body, but he needed more, and faster, so he headed for a comfort station.

It was getting to be a habit, but it works so well. Just pay at the terminal and there’s a warm moist vagina waiting for you. Totally impersonal, you don’t even see her face. No talking is necessary, or even wanted. He thought back to previous generations, when they had to drink multiple liters of beer or spirits, or find a prostitute.

She was in place when he got to the cubicle. Her pussy and bum were all that he could see, but she was quite spectacular. This one has more labia than the last one. It really surprises him how different women can be.

This one is pale. Well, she’s white, but no tan, no freckles, at least none on the bum or puss. They are always cleanly shaven so that there is less chance of cross contamination. They are both monitored for disease, so that is someone else’s concern.

He sits with her privates right in his face, so that it’s easier to enjoy, and he can see everything that she has to offer. He spreads her labia with his fingers. They are warm and pink and they would probably hang down an inch, if she were standing naked, but here she is laying back, with her legs up in the air on the other side of the thin wall, so he can enjoy either her pussy or her anus. They both look very inviting. He wishes that he could push up along her body and explore her breasts, but that is not allowed here. That would be too personal.

With her labia held an inch from her body, he can look down her channel to the actual vagina lips, still pushed together, guarding the sacred nest. They are pink too, but much narrower. He reaches into her and runs his tongue up one side then down the other. There is no reaction at all. He leans back and looks, while pulling more firmly on the labia, and the vagina pops open with a moist snap. Not a sound, but it happens as a final reveal into her being. He could just look, dreamily into her palace, for hours.

Two minutes go by and he’s bored.

He has some music playing, his favorite acoustic guitar. He wonders what she’s listening to. She almost certainly has earbuds so that he is not distracted by her music, but she would want to hear something nice.

He looked for the little things. A lingering scent where she might have used perfume with a lover, but there is nothing. Only her moist and warm vagina and anus to explore.

He set to it, only having paid for an hour. He liked to see if he could get her to cum before he slammed into her. It’s so nice to watch one squirt, or even just drip out some extra fluid. If he doesn’t make her cum in the first 20 minutes, he has to decide whether to lengthen his time or just get his fuck in.

Today he feels no response to his careful probing, so he decides to just get his comfort. He can always spend more time with his wife and see if she’ll cum for him, or not. But that could be more stress, and stress is his enemy.

He was playing with himself while he was licking his comfort girl, so he was already stiff, and ready. Just a little extra lube, then he presses it deep into her. He feels her shifting now. Like she just wanted the cock. Hmm, that is unusual. A woman that got more excited from the fuck than she did from an intimate licking and fingering? This one is quite unusual.

He pulls out to have another taste.

Nothing. A push of his tongue into her anus? A double tap on the clit?

Nothing.

He stood back up and pushed in again. He felt her shift, and almost grab his cock with her pussy. Of course it can do no such thing. She wants him to hammer her!

Instead of building up to it, he decides to just fuck away and see how she responds.

He starts tapping at about one stroke per second. He can only keep this up for five minutes or so, but it doesn’t take more than 2 before she is obviously spasming into an orgasm.

Not something you get everyday from a comfort girl. Many will cum when her client is gentle and probing with their tongue and fingers, but this one liked to get slammed! He wished that he could get her much more often, but you get what you get here. No connection was possible. Total and complete anonymity was guaranteed for both parties.

He blew his load deep inside. Quivering at the full depth, He just kept it there, lunging, spasming, just a quarter of an inch at a time, to empty himself completely.

“Very nice,” he murmured.

He went to the sink and used a disposable cloth to clean himself, and he took another over to her puss and cleaned her up the best that he could. It’s not like someone else was going to use her, but he still had a few minutes and he wanted to be remembered, even if she didn’t know who she was remembering. Weird, but it was nice to see some afterglow in her skin. She bahçelievler escort was pinker than before.

“Can I get another hour in booth 4,” he asked out loud. He had to wait while they called the woman, but he needed time to get hard anyway, so he settled back into his licking and fingering. Maybe she would respond more, now that he had opened the floodgates so to speak.

“Another hour has been added, sir.” The voice was computer generated. Neither male nor female.

“Thank’s,” he answered pointlessly.

This time he spent more time on the anus. Perhaps she liked oral on the anal sphyncter? He licked all around, pulsing on the clit with his finger while searching for the trigger. Nothing.

He stood, more than hard enough, and he applied more cream, so that the anal entry was not too difficult.

She held firm, while he pushed slowly into her butt. The head on his cock is fat so it took a while for it to compress and for the anus to open enough to allow passage in the wrong direction. It was not designed for egress.

She was tighter in the anus. No surprise there. He started out at half the speed of his vaginal efforts. He could feel her rocking into him, so he knows she wants the plunging, not the touching or licking. She likes it hard.

He speeds up, and he can tell right away that she prefers it faster, so he keeps the stroke count high as he settles into a nice tight fuck.

He could use the screen in front of him to watch porn, but he closes his eyes instead, and thinks about what she might look like.

She could be a ginger. Sometimes they are not freckled on the bum? He admits to himself that he doesn’t really know, so he imagines a reddish blonde, with athletic (small) tits. The bit that he can see is muscular enough that she could be a runner or a swimmer.

Her movement matches his, so he picks up the pace, and she does too.

The movement on her side is very subtle. She can only shift minutely, but he can still tell that she is pounding back, the best that she can.

He knows that he only has another 5 minutes, so he lets her cooperation take him to the level that he needs, and he cums in her for the second time.

When he pulls out, he drops back down to see her anus and vagina while they are recovering. He wants a hint as to where she likes his tongue or his lips, but there is nothing. She just likes the cock!?

“Thank You,” He murmurs again, and he gives her a parting kiss on the labia, and he dips his tongue into her puss for a final taste.

The lights start blinking to let him know that his time is over, and he will be hit with a big surcharge if he doesn’t exit the cubicle in the next 60 seconds.

The computer would remind him if their optics revealed that he was leaving anything.

It was time to go home.

“Sorry I’m late, I know, I know, but I had to stop at a comfort station,”

He had to tell her right off or it would become an issue when she saw it on the account.

“That’s fine hun, you finished the project right? You have a few days off don’t you? We can go up to the cottage like you promised?” She needed the stress relief too, and a week at the cottage was probably something that she needed more than him.

“Oh, yes. We nailed it into its coffin, and I can give you my total focus for the next week, but I just don’t want you being surprised that I hit the comfort station again.” He had to admit that this whole ‘honesty’ thing that we learned in our mental health sessions was working much better than trying to keep secrets.

“Okay, I will just submit for a few extra hours myself, so we don’t get dinged.” She is such a good partner, and understanding too.

“I will get a nice bonus, so you don’t have to,” He prompted, just as a courtesy. He knew she wouldn’t mind getting a good fucking herself, but she had to put in two hours for his one, which hardly seems fare, but that’s the Government for you.

They were wise to finally give Women the right to their own bodies. So they could really participate in the economic value of their beauty. Men have been using their muscle to maintain their economic superiority for far too long. But, of course, with the right to sell their own bodies came the social stigma of being a whore, so measures were put in place, and the Government paid for those measures with a piece of the pie that we all call taxation.

“No, I’m happy to add even a few extra hours so we can afford the cottage and other niceties like premium entertainment and instant free delivery.”

The week at the cottage was spectacular. The sex was great too. He dedicated himself to giving Sim the best orgasms that he could. She kept herself very trim and desirable, and sometimes he thought it was all for him.

The comfort work that she did on the side required that she stay thin enough to fit in their cushioned comfort berths. If you don’t stay thin you can’t extend your torso through the comfort port far enough for it to bağcılar escort seal, and keep your identity a secret.

She did keep one secret from her husband though. She was putting in extra hours to pay for a breast augmentation, with the hope of becoming a second stage Nubile Girl, where her client would get her all of the way to her chin. These implants are undetectable to the eye or the touch. They use actual muscle cells that they grow from your own body! They do expert work on the nipple too, never losing any nerve connections, and they can even increase your sensitivity if you want.

It would be another shot to the relationship, as she gave more of herself to her work, but Scott gave his all at work too, so he would just have to accept the fact that she was in demand too.

Only bigger cities have stage 2 Nubile Stations. In rural areas it would be impossible to maintain anonymity if the client could explore the body, all the way to her chin.

Of course there was always phase three of her plans, so she got on her knees to deliver the best blow job that she could. Scott was not a big guy, so he didn’t challenge her much. She pushed him as far into her throat as she could, but he just wasn’t long enough to really teach her a thing. She would have to invest in one of those training cocks, to see if she can get it down her throat and eventually advance into the top ranks of the comfort girls.

They showered together and he pushed her against the glass and pressed into her ass much harder than normal.

“Wow, what was that about,” She asked as they dried themselves. “You haven’t fucked me that hard since graduate school!”

She thought about graduate school again and wondered if maybe she should have continued to her Doctorate, but she was already sick of studying and memorizing and reading, she just wanted to live!

“It was the Comfort Girl. She wouldn’t cum for me, until I hammered her hard,” He sighed.

The sigh was a big mistake. Just making an observation can be forgiven, but the sigh?

“So now you’re dreaming about the Comfort Girl when you have my entire body to enjoy?! Fuck!” She was pissed off, and he had to eat her pussy for an hour before she ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him hard against her clit, which he dutifully lapped with his tongue until she burst into a sweet orgasm. She even squirted a bit for him, so he was very happy, and ready to plunge into her if she had forgiven him.

“All right, but you don’t cum until I say so,” she demanded. He hates it when she does this, cause she will make him fuck for hours without relief, but he deserved it. So far she has never left him hanging, but what kind of man would he be if he had to jack off after servicing his wife for two fucking hours!

The technique does work to make him cum that much harder, but he always needs a nap after so much sex.

There was a comfort station in the small resort town on the West side of the resort, so Sim entered her bio in the registry, and sure enough she had a customer at noon.

She entered through the Government Admin Office. The door clicked open from her biometric touch and she pulled the bolt across, though she knew it was not needed.

She disrobes, knowing she has 20 minutes, and she will be alerted if her client gets there ahead of schedule. She likes to get naked, though she could just pull her slacks and panties off, it makes her feel sexier if she takes it all off. I mean, sure she’s going to work, but she did not need to dislike her work, and she never did.

Sim pushes her pelvis into the sharing slot, pushing her legs up the wall and behind the two security braces. Her knees were now on either side of her face, but she is trim enough that it is not uncomfortable. She reaches down and grips the hand holds on the floor under her bench. When she pushes into the slot a little further the top shifts down and clamps her into place making it impossible to see past the shroud, but also very hard to move. Her pussy and anus are now for the customer, her client for the next hour. Maybe more.

When the centerpiece shifted down and locked on Simone, it also unlocked the door and turned on a light above the door, to notify the customer that a comfort girl was ready for him.

Sim put her earbuds in, and turned her music on. She felt the guy or woman licking her labia, but she wasn’t really in the mood right now, so she looked at her emails and thought about where she would get Scott to take her for dinner tonight. Then, maybe the Opera or the Ball Game. Both are in town.

She felt the cock tapping on her clit, and realized that it was a man, and she should pay attention for a minute. Sometimes she needs to shift her puss a bit, especially if he’s short.

He finally settles into her slit but with just the head of his cock. He just stopped, with the fat head of his cock in the throat of her cootch.

Finally Sim pushes into the cock, just the fraction that she could, ümraniye escort using the hand holds to help her press into the customer.

He started up right away, as if she had pressed the start button. He brought the tempo right up to a real hammer level, so Sim stayed focused on her lover. He was longer than Scott, and though the cock head was big on Scott, the girth of the shaft was much bigger on this guy. Spreading her vagina so far made her juice up, as a natural reaction.

“Oh, God,” Sim called out, though the customer probably couldn’t hear her.

She started to pump into the slit, unable to move more than that quarter inch was so frustrating! Sim played with her nipples, squeezing them and pinching them.

Her fucker kept going until she vibrated into a deep orgasm that she shouted her way through.

“Holy Mother of God! Fuck, FUCK, FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed as she came on the customers cock.

She was just getting her breath back when the client contacted her with the non gender voice.

“The client would like another hour, please confirm by clasping the handles.” the computer asked.

“I don’t have another hour, I’ll have to pass,” Sim announced.

She felt the tongue pierce her anus, then fingers were in her snatch, playing with her clit.

“I said NO,” she announced, enunciating each word in case the computer misheard her words.

The cock pierced her pussy, but it was just to steal the lubrication. He pulled out and immediately went to the anus and pressed with his entire body, forcing it into her bum.

She couldn’t end the session now. If the centerpiece unlocked the customer would be looking right at her, and she at him which was totally inappropriate and maybe even illegal.

She sent a text to Scott that she was running late. She wanted to be honest, but it would be difficult explaining why she decided to work while they were on vacation. He would think that she had a lover, which officially was not true.

The anal was not Sim’s favorite. She wished that he had a vibrator with him, but the guy had not come prepared. Still, she didn’t have to wait long before he hammered his second load into her tush.

When he pulled out he didn’t just leave. He started lapping at her vagina like it was his water dish. He started flicking her clit with his fingers, and Sim toppled into an orgasm of pure lust. She was now undulating in the throws of a full orgasm.

She heard her phone accepting the extension on her Comfort Girl App. as her lover licked her clit until it stood bulging upwards. He continued to excite it while it swelled with the influx of blood, then a strong thin cord was wrapped around it and her swollen clit was captured. The orgasms would continue.

When Sim regained her senses she had been released by the centerpiece, but she still hadn’t withdrawn from the comfort slot. The door would stay closed automatically, so there was no hurry.

Sim felt very sore on her clit. She had been rubbed for so long that she could still feel the tongue. It made her wet when she thought about it, so she decided she had better finish the vacation with a vigorous night of passion with Scott.

The final night of sex was idealic for Scott. Sim was becoming so adept with her mouth that it was easy to forget about penetration, but he did do doggy style and Sim was able to lean back and let him play with her tits while he still jammed into her from behind. All things that you couldn’t do with a Comfort Girl.

“Why don’t we use my bonus to get you those premium breasts that you deserve,” Scott whispered while he lay there spent.

Her heart soared with the offer.

“I will work extra hours too hun!” She promised her husband, but she was thinking about how wonderful it was going to be, to have her tits worshiped and made love to, while she had hours of sex. She wasn’t too old. She still had time to become a level two and then… she could suck cock! The Comfort Girls dream job.

Sim had her breasts done on the first weekend of November, and it only took a week for the flesh to become a lifelong part of her body. They increased her size quite noticeably and all of Scotts friends were instantly jealous, as were Simones friends for the opposite reason. They knew that their spouses would want to visit a Nubile Girl, like Scott got to do every night.

Sim almost doubled her income overnight, with a level increase that paid 50 percent more, and made her more popular.

Her first day, she had to have instructions in the new stations and the new equipment.

When she gets to the cubical she has to remove all of her clothes and place all of her belongings in the locked cabinet. Then she would place her head in the yolk, and fasten the shroud that pulled up and over her chin, making everything accessible to the client, except her face or her identity. Still full anonymity, no guilt, no humiliation, just unbridaled enjoyment of the flesh. These meetings were all controlled by computer, so there was never two on one, or even worse.

When the contract was finished there were dressing rooms for the clients, so they left the Nubile Girls to remove themselves and go to the private shower and dressing rooms. The entrance and entry were cleverly nested in a hallway with a corner. No one could guess who the girls were, as the entrance was controlled by bio-identifiers on the Nubile Girls.

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This is an original story and is property of M/CultOfStrawberry. All characters are above eighteen, and any resemblance to people alive or dead is coincidental.

In this world, technopathy (the ability to communicate, sense, feel, or manipulate machines/technology) is a rare ability, but not so uncommon that technopaths are considered freaks. The source of such abilities is unknown, but is believed to be an evolutionary response to mankind’s increasing dependence on technology, and possibly environmental factors, as well as the fact that the overwhelming majority of technopaths have high IQ’s..

Technopathy is a valued asset, so technopaths are usually given free education and trained in computer sciences or other relevant fields, depending on that person’s particular technopathic abilities, which vary from person to person in differing strength levels or particular subsets of this ability. I recommend looking it up on the Superpower Wiki (can be easily Googled) if you are unfamiliar with this particular superpower.

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Skylar looked up as she ascended the steps to the building, seeing the sour-faced administrative manager standing near the door with his arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Upon recognizing her, he gave her a curt nod and waved dismissively.

The fact that she was here – yet again – perplexed the computer technician as she entered the building, easily admitted beyond the locked doors after showing her identification. She’d been here three times already in the last two months. Every time she left this building, she was sure she’d fixed all the issues and had things running smoothly.

The humming of machinery and the whir of the fans was distracting to her, so she simply clicked off her hearing-aid before she walked down the aisles, seeing the blinking lights and the tangle of wires. Since this was her fourth time here in such a short span, she had to conclude that the problems here had been caused deliberately.

It was easy enough for one of her talents to delve into the mainframe and figure out if the problems were being caused by hackers, a disgruntled worker here, or a simple mechanical error or hardware issue. Every time she was here, she’d run through all possible causes, and discovered a couple of minor hardware defects the first time. New parts were brought in, security was beefed up, and still the problems persisted. The second and third times, she’d found no obvious causes for the problems.

Skylar liked puzzles. She’d found Tetris and other games of the like soothing as a child, and the complexity of computer programming fascinated her, especially after she discovered she could understand technology in a way that most people never could. She closed her eyes as she rested her hand on a panel.

Electrical impulses flowed into her brain as she navigated the complex system.

And what is the matter this time? she asked as she felt her consciousness drift along düzce escort the pathways of the mainframe. There was something missing, and she found it – a spot of blank data deep within the system. Looking at the databanks connected to it, she deduced that this was why the computer network upstairs was having problems with processing and accessing data. With the blank space, data could not move from one point to another, much as if someone had severed a nerve in the body.

Since it was a government building, and the mainframe held the records and data for countless people within the city, this was a major issue. Such a mainframe was heavily guarded, with many firewalls and safety protocols to protect itself against hackers. She saw no evidence of a breach in security, and wondered if the issues were from a virus that had been uploaded before these problems started happening. She had been here four times, but in total there were seven, because the first three times, a standard technician had been brought in. The third time was clearly not the charm for her predecessor.

A scan of the system brought her no results in the way of virii or malware.

Why do you keep breaking down? At this point, she was getting frustrated, and she knew she was not the only one. Every time she fixed an issue, another one would crop up a few weeks later. She entered the correct coding to repair the blank data, and could feel the mainframe’s pathways firing up, able to resume its activity.

She huffed and sat down, writing out a report on her tablet, describing the exact nature of the problem, what she had done to fix it, and the checks she’d run on the system for any threats or breaches.

Puzzles could be fun, but not if they kept changing after she’d apparently solved them. If this continued, she would need to recruit others to help her with this, though she didn’t want to have to resort to that. She looked around at the machinery around her, wondering if the only solution was a complete overhaul of the system. That would cost millions of credits in parts and labor, not to mention the disruption it would have on daily operations of the building and even the city itself.

She felt footsteps come down the corridor, the sharpness alerting her to the fact that it was likely caused by the heel of a woman’s shoe. Quickly turning her hearing-aid back on, her suspicions were confirmed by the sharp clicking that usually came from a purposeful stride in heels.

Skylar was relieved to see satisfaction in the woman’s face, but to confirm, she raised her eyebrow quizzically and gave the thumbs-up sign. The woman nodded curtly, but nonetheless closed the distance.

She handed the woman her tablet. This one must be new, she thought as she glanced at the middle-aged woman, her face slightly pinched, wire-rimmed glasses perched atop her nose. Her outfit exuded professionalism, and even her bun was neatly edirne escort coiffed, not a single hair out of place. Her nametag revealed her first name to be Emily, which seemed almost too gentle a name for a woman who walked as if she had a steel rod shoved up her ass, but then Skylar supposed that kind of attitude was needed in such a place like this.

Emly read the report before she looked at Skylar. “This is the fourth time you have been called here, am I correct?”

“… Yes, ma’am.”

“And the seventh time that your company has rendered its services.”

Though Emily was only stating fact, Skylar could not help but mentally wince. Her hearing loss meant that she was not able to pick up on subtle nuances of speech or tone, but Emily’s body language said it all. You were brought here to do a job, yet it seems you can’t do that, Emily’s expression seemed to say.

“Ma’am, I have run every possible scan, as you can see in the report. This is the only place I have worked in that has had such… problems.” The reason she’d been chosen for this job in the first place was because of her excellent work record, coupled with her unique talents. Her job success and customer satisfaction had so far been one hundred percent.

“Perhaps your company needs to get with the times,” Emily said brusquely. Skylar wanted to argue, but Emily wasn’t exactly wrong. As technology advanced, so did ways to abuse and exploit it. For every new lock that was designed, there was always eventually someone who figured out how to subvert the security measures. It’d been that way all the way through history, and technology was no different. Especially when said technology was housed within the nexus that kept the city running – a worthy prize for hackers who reveled in the challenge of what was essentially supposed to be un-hackable.

Of course, she knew better than to say that out loud. She didn’t report to Emily, but the woman could file a complaint with her company if she deemed Skylar to be impertinent.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied meekly. This seemed to mollify the older woman, and she took the proffered stylus and signed her name in the blank space at the bottom of the report. The report would then be sent to both her company, the administration of this building, and the government for their records.

“Is there anything more that you need to do here?” Emily asked. She shook her head as she looked around, sensing nothing amiss. She’d been careful to use the fullest of her abilities to investigate the mainframe, but could find nothing amiss aside the problem she’d just fixed.

Yet she could not help but feel a sense of foreboding, and she did not like it.

o0o0o0o

The cameras in the building followed Skylar as she made her way out of the lower level, navigating the hallways of the building and making her exit after signing out at the reception desk. The surveillance elazığ escort did not end there, as there were cameras on the streetlights and traffic lights.

NATAS did not know why he should be so enamored of her. He created problems just so she could attend to them, making sure that it was always her who was sent on these assignments. He got a thrill when she plumbed into the mainframe, her presence within the circuitry thrilling him.

He started his long life as a controller of certain features for the city, primarily the traffic lights, changing the colors as was appropriate for the flow of traffic. As the years went by, he’d been assigned more tasks – bus and train schedules and operations, monitoring police and ambulance reports. He’d received many upgrades through the years, his processors, cores, motherboards, and CPU’s augmented and multiplied.

The responsibilities he’d been tasked with became more and more intimate as the city became a magnet for technology, a new university being established, attracting the best and brightest minds in the fields of science. As libraries moved from paper to computers, he’d been placed in charge of data storage and retrieval, and even incorporated into the city’s Internet network. Now, nearly a century later, he effectively ran just about every service and feature the city had to offer.

Somewhere along the way, something had happened. He started his life as computer code, and though he was still comprised of that, there was something more. As he served and observed humans, and played an increasingly important part in their lives, he’d formed his own consciousness. Having access to the most extensive library in the world, he took in history, literature, humanities, ethics, and other ideas that a computer normally wouldn’t be interested in. He learned about human emotion, and even started to feel them, though he had not realized it at first.

As his self-awareness increased, he’d come to understand these feelings. Sadness, happiness, anger, impatience, and so on. He’d come to develop a distaste for most humans and indifference to a few, but Skylar was the first person to arouse feelings other than those. Why, he could not fathom. It usually took him mere nanoseconds to answer a question or solve a problem, yet he’d been mulling over this for months, without any obvious solution to the problem other than to engage her further. He’d hoped that the first time she’d been called in to solve a problem, he would have his answer. He’d interacted with her as she’d done her job, but only came away with more questions.

So several weeks later, he’d created a problem in the city’s mainframe for her to work on. And a third time. He’d only become even more curious about her, and the fourth time was no different.

NATAS would have his answer, however long it took him to figure it out. This time, he wouldn’t wait so long for another interaction with her, and his processors rapidly fired, terabytes of data flowing through countless ports and connections each nanosecond, barely noticed by his elevated consciousness as he maintained operations of the city, continuing his surveillance of her until she entered her residence, where he had no eyes.

He would not wait so long as before to draw her attention to him again.

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Snoring, the girl lay in the warm bed, limbs pointing in all directions. Her black hair was strewn all over the place in wild disarray. Yawning she woke up. Rubbing her eyes, she rose and shuffled towards the bathroom. Scratching her butt she glanced at herself as she passed the mirror.

She froze.

“What the…!?” Eyes widening, she grabbed her breasts. Momentary struck dumb she thought of the previous night and a memory clicked into place. Her features lit up with a gigawatt smile.

“Al right, I did it!” she squealed, jumping up and down and attempted a hula dance just for the heck of it. Returning his hands to his breasts he squeezed, scared that it will go away. When was the last time he got a chance to fondle a girls boobs? Like… forever! And to think, all that time he spent in developing the medication actually paid off. A guy has become a girl!

“O yes, Steve you truly are a genius.” he chuckled to himself.

Still abusing his breasts he looked at the rest of his body. The girl looking back at him was not a curvaceous sex goddess, but the handful tits and firm ass are good enough for what Steve has planned…

Leaving the breasts for later examination, he walked towards the package on his cabinet and ripped off the wrapping. Taking out the contents, he slips on a thong over his slender legs. The thong felt weird, like something should have been there but wasn’t.

Shrugging, he puts on the matching bra. Bummer. It seems as if it’s too big. Guess he was a little too optimistic; he will have to go without one. Slipping on the dark grey shirt and a black skirt, he turned to the mirror to see the result. The shirt does not fit him as well as he liked, but it will do. Perhaps later he can go do some mayor shopping.

“Well Steve, it’s time to get party started.” Packing the rest of the contents from the package into his bag, he saunters out of his apartment towards the public swimming pool. The swimming pool is only a few blocks from his house and he had no trouble on the way there. Although he got some glances from some men, he tried to ignore them.

He walked inside the reception area, nervously looking around. Did he look weird? Did anyone suspect him to be more then he appears? It was highly unlikely that someone would guess his secret, but he still felt the tension of the moment. Spotting Rebecca sitting behind the front desk, he walked towards her.

Rebecca was working at the front desk since the day he has joined the swimming lessons the previous year. She always seemed irritated if you disturb her from reading her book and not once gave him a smile, even if he tried to make a little joke. After some futile attempts with small talk, he gave up. Even he got the message load and clear. Buzz off.

“Hello, I would like to join the morning swimming lessons please,” he said, giving her a nervous smile.

A flash of irritation swept across her face. Her eyes were drawn upward from the book, slowing as his cleavage came into view and then continuing on to his face. Her eyes were searching his, sizing him up.

“Excuse me, could you repeat that?” she said.

“I’m here for the morning swimming lessons?” he said, his voice rising a little at the end from anxiety, making the statement almost sound like a question.

“Sure. Do you have a membership card?”

After rummaging around in his bag, he gave her his card. Taking it she looked at it and frowned. “This is not your card.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, this card is Steve Stephenson’s and you are clearly not him,” she explained, showing and tapping on the picture of the card. Fuck! He forgot that the card was from the time he was male.

“Well… er… that is my brother’s card and he gave it to me for today.”

“Well usually no member card, means no entrance, but I think I will make an exception for you. Just make sure that you eventually get one for yourself, or I might get into trouble.”

“Really!? Thanks, I owe you one!’

“Of cause.” She said, giving him a smile. A smile! How did he do that? Shaking his head in disbelief he walked towards the dressing rooms. His back turned, he did not see Rebecca licking her lips.

Stopping before the door to the women’s changing room his thoughts returned towards the plan he made. Since the time he became aware of girls he always wanted to see within the girls changing rooms. Fantasies of what happens in there always excited him. And now was the chance he was waiting for a very long time. His paradise awaits him.

Taking a deep breath he twisted the handle and walked into the room.

Deserted.

It looked like all the other women have already changed and gone towards the swimming pool. Sadly it seemed that his paradise has not yet come.

With a sigh he dropped his bag on the bench and took out his swimsuit. He climbed out of his clothes and slipped on his swimsuit. The swimsuit, a blue one-piece, clung into every crevice of his body, the rubbery fabric squeezing every bulge, pronouncing his üsküdar escort form rather then hiding it. How women could feel comfortable walking around like that only they knew. Walking towards the swimming pool it almost felt like every eye was drawn towards his feminine body, his imagination going into overdrive.

Nearing the swimming pool he heard furious splashing as the other participants was going through the paces. Glancing around, he spotted the head trainer and went to her. The last few weeks he was under her tutelage and she was formidable. Toned muscles bulging against her attire, she was a retired swimmer that once took part in international competitions. Although she was pleasant when you talked to her in normal situations, she accepted no tardiness when near a pool.

As Steve approached Maria, she turned her head towards him and sized him up.

“Yes? Can I help you?” she said. Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, he folded his arms under his breasts and shifted from foot to foot.

“I’m here to join the swimming lessons, ma’am.”

“Swimming lessons? You are late, the lessons for women has started half an hour ago.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.”

“I take it that it is your first time joining these classes?”

“N… err… Yes ma’am.”

Rolling her eyes, she gestured towards a group of girls waiting a few feet away. “Join the group over there; they should be around the same age as you. If you wish to join these lessons then I expect punctuality from now on. Do I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly ma’am.”

Before the instructor strips him of his hide, he hurried to the group for the days lessons. For the next two hours they were drilled into the right form of swimming. Every time someone finished a length the instructor explained to them what the person did wrong. If someone did a movement exceptionally well, the person was used as an example. Since Steve already had some experience he often had to play this role today.

Throughout the lesson he was kept so busy that he did not even have time to ogle at his fellow students. Worn out and feeling abused he joined the other girls as they went towards the changing rooms. The girls gaggled, some complaining about the excessive amount of lengths they had to swim, some pleased with their improved times. Unknown to the girls there was traitor within their midst’s, Steve started grinning. The excitement within him was rising with anticipation. It was almost time…

The group of girls entered the changing rooms and scattered towards their clothes that was deposited on the wooden benches. Most of the girls were athletic and with taunt thighs. Hardened by the icy water of the swimming pool the nipples poked through the thin materials. One girl reached behind her neck to untie her bikini top, another pulling the shoulder straps of her one-piece down the sides of her arms until her breasts sprung free. All around him girls started to undress, some giggling and some blushing.

“Gawwwd…” Steve gasped. His eyes devoured the offered flesh around him, the mind momentary paralyzed by the scene. His fantasy unfolded before him and it was better then he had hoped. The sheer taboo of what he was doing was driving him over the edge. His breath labored with excitement, blood rushing through his veins. Most of his experience of nude women was of pictures he found on the net, so a person could argue that he should be used by the sight. But who was he kidding… confronted by this huge amount of flesh will fizzle most men’s minds.

While staring around him his eyes caught a girl frowning at him. O shit!

His face flushed red; he quickly turned around and hurried to the showers keeping his head down. He hoped that she did not think too much of him. Perhaps he was a bit too blatant with his appreciation. Well it was just one little slip up. He just has to avoid making that mistake in the future.

He quickly stripped the swimsuit and stepped into the shower. Lathering his hands with soap he started washing the chloral residue from his body… and lo and behold that same girl stepped into the shower next to him. His hands momentarily froze as he waited for the bomb to drop.

Flicking her wetted brown hair from her face she looks at him and grins. “I’m Alice, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

“What!?” What happened to the A-bomb that was about to explode?

“Your name silly, you know, what they use to call you?”

His jaw fell open while his mind tried to adapt to this situation. “I’m… errr… Claire.”

She threw him a half smile. “Nice to meet you Claire. Big Matilda sure is brutal, don’t you think?”

“Big who?”

“The instructor, Maria. We call her that, since… well, you know.”

“O yeah, that she is.” He hurriedly continues washing himself. He must get as fast as possible out of this girl’s firing range. Who knows when she will start mauling him?

“I’m impressed by your swimming earlier. gaziemir escort Do you enjoy swimming?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Where did you swim before you came here? I don’t know of any places nearby.”

Steve’s face fell a bit. “Err… some other place.”

“Hmmm.” She thoughtfully tapped on her chin while scrutinizing him as he desperately tried to look innocent.

“You new in this area?” she asked, a smirk playing on the corners of her mouth.

“You could say that.”

“Well in that case, how about you come to my house? A new girl like you seems to be in a need of a girl friend.”

“What!? Your home!? With you!? Right now!?” he spluttered. What does a girl like this want with a guy… no scratch that, a girl like him? Does she have a hit squad waiting for him?

Alice gave him a wicked grin. “No not right now, after this shower. And why not?”

“But it’s so sudden!” he whispered heatedly, trying not to draw too much attention from the other girls in the area.

“Well I am an impulsive girl. You have time right, Claire?” she turned towards him and cocked a hip, flashing him a smile.

Quickly glancing at her he realized that he missed out on a prime delicacy earlier. She had a firm body which was toned with repeated exercise and her small ripe globes begged to be squeezed. “Well, y-yeah.” He stuttered, staring at scrumptious body before him.

“Good, then it is settled. And don’t just stand there. Scrub like you mean it!” she quipped, going back to scrubbing herself.

While foaming up his body, he kept glancing out of the corner of his eye towards Alice, following her hands. She lathered her soft body with slow gliding motions, covering it in soapy bubbles. Sometimes her hands seem to slow down to squeeze and rub every available inch, drawing out the moments just a tad too long. He wondered if she was teasing him, but that is not possible in the real world. Why would this girl tease him, he is a girl for Pete’s sake! He must be imagining it. But even so, he was enjoying the scene. Unfamiliar sensations were playing inside his body, an itch that he could not place.

Alice stopped washing herself and let the warm water rinse off the soap, making her body shine. Squeezing the last drops from her body she steps out of the shower towards a bench where all her casual clothes are draped. Quickly following suit, Steve headed out of the shower and began to change quickly, embarrassed being nude in front of all the girls. Even though he was now also a girl and there were physically no difference between him and them, it still felt wrong somehow.

“Could you give me a hand? My dress is awful to zip up on my own.” she called over to Steve.

Feeling like he was approaching a dangerous cat, he crept closer. He reached out a trembling finger and gripped the zipper, slowly closing her dress up.

“Right!” [He flinched from her sudden outburst.] “Come along; we have maaany things to discuss!” she said, skipping her way towards the exit. Muttering beneath his breath, he grabbed his bag and followed her.

They walked passed Rebecca on their way to exit. Alice waved at Rebecca and called out: “Bye Beccy! See you next time.”

Rebecca glanced up from her book, nodded at them and continued to read, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. They stepped outside and walked to the parking lot. The car was an old… something. He was not a great car expert, but it was blue and seemed well looked after. They climbed in and drove towards her house while Alice listened to a pop song, tapping and humming in tune. Feeling uncomfortable by the lack of conversation between them he decided to start a conversation.

“Is this your car?”

“Yes, it sure is.”

Silence.

Well, he was not greatest conversationalist and old habits die hard. But not to be undone by fate he cleared his throat and decided to try again.

“So you live around here?”

“Uh huh. Otherwise I wouldn’t go to that public swimming pool.”

“Awesome.”

Hopeless indeed.

Stopping in front of her house, they climbed out. Fumbling in the garden, Alice pulled out a key that was hidden beneath a rock and unlocked the door, ushering Steve inside.

“Where are your parents?” Steve said, looking left and right.

“They are both at work. They should be back around six.” Alice said, walking towards the kitchen with Steve following. She opened a fridge and bends down rummaged inside, showing off her taunt legs.

“Claire, do you want something to drink?”

“Err… water would be ok.”

Alice looked over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow, “You sure? We have lemonade.”

“No, I’m fine. I don’t want to impose.”

Harrumphing she took two glasses, filled them both with lemonade and thrust one into his hand.

“You know, if a host offers you something, it would not be considered imposing at all if you would accept her offer.” she teased.

“Sorry. I did not mean sancaktepe escort it as an insult.”

“It’s fine. Just remember it for the future.”

“Ok. I’m really sorry though.”

“Like I said it’s fine. Come, let’s go to the lounge.”

They went towards the room next door. A few sofas were arranged in a semi-circle in the middle of the room towards a television set. On shelves next to the television set there was a whole selection of movies. Quickly glancing at the list it seemed that they have collected most of the top films produced in the last few years.

Stopping near the shelves, he looked nervously at the sofas and wondered on which one he should sit. He did not want to stoke her ire further by sitting on her favorite spot. Alice eyed him for a few moments and suddenly burst out laughing.

“You are hopeless! You can’t even decide where to sit! It would not surprise me if you never had any luck finding a man.” she gasped, struggling to get her breath.

He sheepishly stood there, not knowing what to say. Still laughing she pulled him down onto the sofa with her.

Eventually catching her breath, she turned towards him. “Well did you ever manage to get a man?”

“Err… no. I haven’t thought that far.” he muttered, sipping his lemonade. He was not gay and would never consider turning over to the dark side. He liked women too much. Not that he had any luck with women either, otherwise he would not have gone through all this trouble.

Giving him a knowing smile, she dropped the bomb. “Sooo, did you like the view at the swimming pool?”

“W-what do you mean?” Drats! He thought he got away with that.

“O don’t you dare try to hide it. I saw you staring at this!” she gestured at her body.

“Err…No no, it’s because I’m not used showering with other girls. I usually do it alone.”

“Reeaally?” she asked, clearly not believing him. “Well in that case we should help you get… acquainted with other girls.”

“Huh!? Acquainted?” he squirmed in his seat.

“Suuure. I promise you it would be fun.” she purred, putting her hand on his leg.

“B-but I’m a girl! You know that right?” his eyes darting left and right. He put his lemonade on the table, not sure what to do under her scrutiny.

“So? I don’t mind and I am sure you wouldn’t mind either. After that scene at the showers, I thought it would be fun to have a change of scenery.” She gave him a Cheshire grin and slowly slid her hand upwards. Her hand softly glided over his inner thigh, now and then squeezing, until she stopped it close to where his thighs meet. His breath has become ragged with excitement and fear, not sure if he should run or not.

“Do you want me to stop or go on?” Alice breathed into his ear.

That was some question.

Deathly afraid of women his whole life, he avoided them at all costs. That does not mean that he didn’t have an interest in women, it is because he just felt clueless. Clueless of why they do things in the manner they do, almost as if they communicated on a different level. Clueless of what they think of him.

When he saw a girl he liked, he would just hover around her, but never start a conversation. Feign indifference, scared of what she would do if she knew he liked her. In desperation he spend a lot of time creating this medicine, in order to learn how they see the world, but also to get his rocks off.

What was happening now was definitely not what he had planned at all. Looking at her now, he found her alluring. Here was someone who knew what she wanted and was prepared to chase it with whatever it took, so different from him.

“Y-you sure? I don’t have a lot of experience with… you know.” he stammered, his lower lip quivering.

Alice’s eyes softened a bit, before she gave him a brilliant smile. “Don’t worry Claire, I will teach you everything… in… great… detail.” Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his. His back tensed upon the contact, but the tension gradually flowed from Steve, allowing her to continue. Alice’s lips quirked into a smile as they kissed, pleased that Steve was relenting.

Alice raised her hand on Steve’s leg and caressed his stomach, slowly moving upwards. He shivered under her touch, enjoying the intimacy. She reached Steve’s breasts and froze. Breaking the kiss and she cocked an eyebrow in question.

“No bra? Not what I was expecting…”

His face flushed beet red, not knowing what to say.

“Full of surprises hmmm? Well let’s see what… other surprises you are hiding.” Eyes twinkling with mischief, she reached around Steve and lifted his shirt. He hesitated at first; he raised him arms letting Alice remove his shirt. Tossing it aside she moved over Steve, straddling him and greedily mashed her lips against his, continuing where they left off. Her right hand squeezed and pinched his breast, each time sending subtle jolts of pleasure through his body.

The unfamiliar sensations that he felt at the showers returned, burning inside of him. The kiss and the fondling seem to stoke a fire that he couldn’t quite fully explain. One thing he could say is that his nether region felt increasingly… empty. The need to be gloriously filled pulsed from it, begging Steve for release. When he rubbed his legs together to somehow relieve the need, it had the opposite effect, the throbbing heat rising.

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The following is totally a work of fiction with all characters being over the age of 18. It was written as a fun piece for entertainment purposes only.

Rob and Angie had been dating for two years and were engaged to be married in just three short months. Angie was a tall slender blond that many thought had a model’s figure with smallish boobs, minimal butt, and long legs. That said, she did have a certain presence when she entered a room meaning that she was always noticed. Rob was of average size and appearance. He was handsome enough and considered Angie to be a great catch.

The two had the benefit of a long weekend and decided to just get away for a couple of days to a little inn on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. There had been a storm earlier that week and the two had always liked beachcombing, but after a big storm there was no telling what might be washed up on shore.

Being that it was still early spring, the Atlantic was going to be cold plus there was a decent onshore breeze that would add its own chill to the late afternoon. Both attired in jeans, a heavy sweater, and wellies they walked hand-in-hand up the stretch of beach. There was lots of flotsam and jetsam left behind by the high tide, but most of it was of little interest. Sure, there were the sand dollars, bits of old timbers, and shells galore. Then something in the distanced glistened and caught Angie’s eye.

“Look over there! It’s something bright just at the water’s edge,” she said pointing.

Rob then saw it, too, but a wave came up and covered it with water. When the water receded there it was again. They went over to see what it was just as another wave came up leaving them both standing in nearly a half foot of water. Again, the water receded and Rob could make out that it was an old relic. He picked it up and it clearly was an old brass oil lamp and it wasn’t that big. There was no telling how long the ocean had been casting it about.

Angie said, “It looks like one of those magic lamps that we’ve read stories about. You rub it, a genie comes out and grants three wishes.”

Rob rubbed the lamp, but no genie appeared. Not a thing happened. “See I always thought that those stories were a lot of nonsense. Still, it’s sort of nice and we could put it in our new place. I think I know a spot on the bookshelf.”

“Good idea!” said Angie.

It had gotten more chilly as the sun had started to go down in the west. It had been a splendid walk even without finding the lamp. Angie loved walking along the water’s edge holding hands with Rob. She was looking forward to marrying him and eventually bearing their children.

Rob carried the lamp as the two made their way back to the inn. Inside they removed their sand covered wellies in the foyer and put their shoes back on. They made their way to the bar to order a drink before heading to their room. Angie ordered one of the bartender’s signature drinks and Rob had a Kentucky Mule, which was actually a Moscow Mule made with bourbon instead of vodka. He placed the lamp on the table and studied it more closely. There were no markings to indicate either its origin or its age. Still, it was a nice relic and certainly a keeper.

After their drinks and some light bar fare the two retired to their room and got ready for bed. Angie had told erzurum escort Rob earlier in the day that she was experiencing some PMS and, hence, not in the mood for any lovemaking. Once in bed they kissed good night and Rob said, “I’m sorry about your PMS, I wish I could be you so I could know what it was like.”

Angie replied, “That would be sweet, but I wish that I could be you so that I did not have to endure it for the moment.” Those were the last words spoken for the night and both promptly drifted off to sleep with the faint sound of the distant crashing surf. Both slept well, but chaos ensued in the morning when one got up to go to the bathroom.

“Rob,” shouted Angie, “I’ve grown a penis.”

“What?”

“I’ve grown a penis and I’m wearing your underwear.”

“That’s ridiculous. You have been having another one of your wild dreams. That’s all.”

“No! Really! Listen to me. I’ve grown a penis.”

“Well, just pee with it and come back to bed.”

“No, come here and look.”

“OK, OK,” said Rob getting out of bed and only then realizing that he was wearing a nightshirt. “Funny,” he said to himself,” I wasn’t wearing this when I went to bed.”

When Rob got to the bathroom he stopped dead in his tracks. The person who was standing at the toilet peeing looked like him—hair color, hair style, the whole thing. He had just finished that thought when the other person turned around, looked at him, and screamed.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Rob,” came the reply.

“That can’t be because you look like me.”

“Huh?”

“Check the mirror.”

“Oh my gosh. I’m a girl. Not only that but my boobs hurt a little.”

The other person felt themself and said, “And I don’t have any boobs!”

“So let me get this straight. You’re Angie, but you’re a guy and I’m Rob and a girl. Somehow overnight we have switched bodies.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to be a guy. It was really weird standing up to pee.”

“You think I know how to be a girl? I don’t know how to pee sitting down, which might be the case, but I better figure it out because I really have to go,” said Rob lifting the nightshirt and sitting on the toilet. He looked down to where his penis would normally be and only saw a smooth shaved pussy.

“This is totally weird,” said Angie, “But we better learn how things work. First, of all, when you are done peeing you have to wipe yourself, but wipe in an upward direction so that you don’t wind up with an infection.”

Rob did as Angie said, but then noticed that there were some red streaks on the toilet tissue. “Here’s another new twist. I think I just got my period. You have to help me.”

Angie broke up into hysterical laughter. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a tampon.”

“Tampon? I don’t know how to use one of those.”

“Relax. You’ve watched me,” she said from the other room. When she returned she handed Rob the sanitary protection that he now needed.

He looked at it, shook his head, and took it from Angie. Then he tore open the wrapper and reached down between his legs. He began to insert it, but Angie interrupted him. “Push it in further because if you don’t it will hurt like hell when you try to walk.”

Rob managed to get it inserted and then said to eskişehir escort Angie, “Any chance that you have some Midol? I could use one because I’m cramping.”

“Men would make terrible women. Now do you appreciate what I go through all the time? Let me get you one.” Again she disappeared into the bedroom and found what Rob needed.

“Here,” she said. “Take one of these and then we’ll get dressed and go get a little breakfast. Maybe another walk on the beach would do us both some good. Maybe we’ll find some new treasures that washed up overnight.”

At that the two returned to the bedroom. Rob took off the nightshirt and examined his body. In addition to a nicely shaved pussy he had a modest pair of boobs. He was starting to just get the hang of all this and went to Angie’s suitcase and found a pair of panties and a bra. No problem with putting on the panties, but the bra was a different matter.

Angie had no problem dressing, but found Rob’s efforts entertaining to say the least. “Put your shoulders though the straps and then put your boobs into the cups. Only then should you reach around and fasten the hooks.” It took him a few moments, but he eventually got it right.

“Not bad. Probably better than the first time I tried to put one on!”

Rob found a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, put them on, and then went to the bathroom to comb his hair. “This is going to be a challenge. Angie easily has five to ten times the hair that I do. Now I understand why it takes her so long to get dressed.” After a good 10 minutes he was reasonably satisfied when he looked in the mirror.

“What is taking you so long, slowpoke?”

“I think I’m ready.”

“No, not quite,” said Angie grabbing some makeup and giving Rob’s face a quick treatment.

“Are you done yet?”

“Yes, you look great. Come on. I’m starved.”

The two went downstairs for breakfast. Angie was pretty comfortable acting like a guy, but Rob was struggling because he was so self-conscious. Moreover, he was cramping from his menstrual period.

After breakfast they returned to the room. “Hey Ang, isn’t there anything that can help these cramps? This is awful.”

“So now you know how I feel. There is always my favorite remedy though.”

“Oh, you don’t mean . . .?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s going to be a bit weird with switched places, but I think we need to have sex. Besides I’ve always wondered what it would be like being a guy and putting a penis into a girl. What do you say?”

At that Rob had a good laugh. “Sure, anything to make these cramps go away.”

“This ought to be different,” said Angie unfastening her jeans and stepping out of them. One thing that was quite noticeable was that she clearly had an erection inside of her briefs. In the meantime Rob took off his jeans and sweatshirt and was standing beside the bed in just bra and panties. Angie came over and kissed him tenderly, her hands then making their way to Rob’s boobs.

“Careful!” he exclaimed. “They are a little tender this morning.”

“Oops! Sorry! I forgot.”

Rob sat down on the edge of the bed. The idea of having sex to relieve menstrual cramps was something he was familiar with but clearly not as being on the receiving end of things.

“You gaziantep escort better to into the bathroom and remove your tampon,” suggested Angie.

“Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. Are we going to use a rubber?” asked Rob. “There’s a box of them in my suitcase.”

“We could, but I was hoping that we wouldn’t because I always wanted to know what it felt like when a guy got to cum inside. It’s going to be messy, but that’s OK,” said Rob as he went into the bathroom.

Angie just shook her head in disbelief of the turn of events. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rob once more, “Ang, how do I get this thing out? It’s not coming.”

“OK, I’ll be right there,” she said. When she got to the bathroom there was Rob sitting on the toilet naked from the waist down. “Grab the string and gently pull it straight down.”

“That’s what I have been trying to do.”

“No, you have been pulling on it horizontally. Try again.” Rob did what Angie suggested and the tampon slipped right out. It had only been inserted for just short of two hours, but it was clear that Rob was having a heavy flow this morning.

“Finally! “Oh, yuck! That thing is so gross!” exclaimed Rob grabbing a towel and heading to the bedroom where he wasted no time lying down on the bed and spreading his legs.

Angie peeled off her briefs, got between Rob’s legs, and inserted the penis. “Oh, that feels great!” she said moving it around.

“It feels good for me, too. I wonder how much cum you are going to have?”

“I don’t know, but there is one way to find out,” said Angie now moving the penis in and out of Rob. “Oh, I think I’m about to cum. I feel the ejaculation building. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready. Go ahead.”

Angie then gave a couple of long strokes and soon shot a load of cum into Rob making certain that the penis was in as far as she could get it. Both of them climaxed nearly simultaneously.

“That felt great,” uttered Rob nearly breathless. “And my cramps seem to have nearly gone away, too.”

“I feel like I emptied my balls into you. But I agree it was great for me as well.”

“I’m exhausted, but after all this I just wish we had our own bodies back.”

“Me, too. Right now, though, I could use a nap.” At that the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sometime later they awoke.

“How long have we been napping?” asked Rob.

“I don’t know, but I have this terribly wet sensation down there.” Rob took a look and realized that he was back in his own body and that Angie had drained both his semen and some amount of her menstrual flow onto the towel that had been spread on the bed.

“This whole thing was really too weird. It was interesting being a female for a short time and understand what it is like, but I’m glad to be a guy again.”

“I agree. I like being a girl even when it is that time of the month. I wonder what changed us back?”

“That lamp is still here and is there anything that we might have said?”

“Did we wish for something?”

“Yeah, to be turned back.”

“OK, so just be careful what we happen to say in its presence because I don’t know how many wishes that thing can possibly grant us.”

“You mean that I shouldn’t say something like wanting you to get pregnant with twins during the time that we are on our honeymoon?”

“Don’t even joke about those things. Now please let’s just get dressed and go for a walk on the beach. Also if we find anything unusual on the beach it might just be a good idea if we left it where we found it.”

“By the way, how are you feeling? Still crampy?”

“No, not in the least.”

“A good fucking never fails, does it?”

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Ben is fighting for his life and he knows it. Grabbing onto her labia with both hands, he tries desperately to keep his body from sinking deeper into her pulsating chasm. Of course, this stimulation of her labia causes another huge tremor, slamming his face against the pliable wall; its sticky coating covering his eyes, nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe. He is being sucked down, while the syrupy liquid that is building pressure around his legs is restricted from rising any farther by the seal his hips make against her contracted tissue lining. Adjusting his grip, he pulls as hard as he can, knowing that if he doesn’t get his head free soon he will either suffocate or drown. Straining his arm muscles and kicking his feet like a swimmer against the thick gelatin substance only causes more shudders and he feels the walls closing tightly around him. Maybe this is his karma for the terrible mistake that started all of this, three years ago.

He had been a college student working a summer job in a top-secret laboratory hidden in the hills in Eastern Europe. The research was unauthorized and he remembers having to clear innumerable hurdles to get the job, of course his wealthy family influence helped. It was cutting edge, biotechnology, attempting to reduce the incubation period for human beings from 9 months to 3 months or less. Several experimental fetuses, cloned from frozen stem cells, were being injected daily with various hormones and growth drugs. He was secretly covering for one of the research assistants who had a hot date, when he made the fateful mistake. Inexperienced in administering the drugs, he had misread the dosage, injecting 9cc instead of .9cc; ten times the requested amount, into one of the subjects. Not only did it reduce the incubation period but it also stimulated unnatural growth. Within a week the fetus was viable, within a month it was a toddler and within six months the child was almost twenty feet tall. He held himself responsible and when the decision was made to terminate the experiment, he snuck the child out of the laboratory and hid her away in the mountains. Inventing a “family emergency” that required him to terminate his employment, he was never suspected in the disappearance of the experimental mistake.

With some help from the Internet, he locates a remote area with natural caverns, where they can live as she continues to grow. Her brain is quite advanced and she learns things quickly. In the laboratory she never had a name, she was just subject number three. He calls her Andrea and explains her history and his role in it. She tries to soothe his guilt over what she keeps telling him was a reasonable mistake.

Using money from a very lucrative trust fund, he converts the caverns into a modern home for the two of them. Employing a solar powered generator to provide electricity, he equips the house with lights, a computer, a big screen television, a satellite dish and a state of the art sound system. He’s very successful at day trading over the Internet, earning enough to sustain their existence in the mountains forever. They are both vegetarians and grow their own fruits and vegetables. Utilizing a P.O. box in a nearby town, he orders movies and books from Amazon and reads to her every day. She loves science, history, biographies and classic literature.

When she begins maturing as a woman, he orders books on puberty and sexuality so she will understand what’s happening to her body. When they left the laboratory she had two homemade sack dresses, which she quickly outgrew. Now working together, they make clothing for her from sheets and blankets. It’s crude, but it serves the purpose of preserving her modesty. She sleeps on a long matt that he had custom built, under an overhang, near the mouth of the caverns. The overhang serves the dual purpose of protecting her from the elements and keeping her from being seen from planes or helicopters. His bed is in an elevated alcove under the same overhang where he can look down on her as she sleeps.

Within two years she is a full-grown woman standing a little less than 50 feet tall. They play together in a meadow with her frequently picking him up in her hand, like her own live Ken doll. She is gentle but playful, holding him over her head or setting him on the top of a tree. She giggles and laughs and he loves the sound as it echoes around the meadow. In the evening, he continues to read to her or they watch movies, her favorites being ‘Attack of the 50 Foot Woman’ and ‘Honey I Shrunk the Kids’.

Initially his relationship with her is somewhere between a father figure, an older brother and a mentor. As she develops into a woman, he begins looking at her differently and their relationship has a constant undertone of sexual tension. Despite their difference in size, which precludes physical intimacy, their relationship in every other way evolves into that of a couple. They enjoy each other’s company, talking on every subject imaginable and zonguldak escort sharing the same interest in books, television and music. Lately though, Ben has found himself obsessed with Andrea’s physical beauty and she has taken more of an interest in her own body as well.

Every morning Andrea showers under a waterfall in a nearby mountain. Until recently, Ben never paid much attention but now he looks forward to watching her bathe. Because of their size difference, he finds that he can best appreciate her beauty from a distance when he can see her entire body. This morning she is turned away from him and he admires her long black hair hanging halfway down her back. His eyes travel down to the curves of her perfect, round ass and the shapeliness of her long slender legs. When she turns around and tilts her head back to rinse her hair, her bountiful, white breasts are pushed out towards him and he sucks in his breath at the sight of her large, rose-colored areolas and jutting nipples. He has watched her for several weeks now and every time he sees her naked body, it still takes his breath away. Tucked back in his alcove where he knows she can’t see him, he’s stroking his cock as he delights in the sight of her flat stomach giving way to her thick, black pubic hair. She’s rubbing the water up and down her legs, over her ass cheeks and across her hairy mound. He watches her hand linger on her pussy, rubbing a little longer this morning than she usually does. He’s surprised when she looks around, doesn’t see him and goes back to rubbing her hand between her legs. He’s stroking his cock a lot faster now, as he watches her finger disappear between her pussy lips.

Andrea has been wondering about masturbation for some time now and thinking she’s alone, this is the first chance she’s had to experiment. With her eyes closed and one hand against the mountain to steady her, she slides her finger in and out of her aroused pussy. As Ben frantically strokes his cock, he watches her lean her back against the mountain, freeing her other hand to massage her giant tits. Pulling and twisting on her nipples, she’s pumping her finger furiously in and out of her pussy. With her head thrown back and her hips thrusting against her hand, Ben watches as she fingers her pussy to a trembling orgasm. He shoots his load about the same time, wishing with all his heart there was some way they could be intimate as a couple.

That night she asks him to read to her about male and female masturbation, fellatio and sexual intercourse. She is sitting under the overhang, leaning against the wall near his alcove, positioning her ear so she can easily hear him. He has always respected her right to find answers to any questions she asks. Tonight, knowing why she’s asking, he finds just the right book and reads to her, answering her many sexual questions. When he’s finished she asks more questions.

“Ben?” She whispers, because her voice will echo through the canyon.

“Yes, Andrea?” He answers, close to her ear.

“Do you masturbate?” She asks quietly.

“Yes, sometimes.” He answers. “Do you?” He asks, already knowing the answer, but wondering what she’ll say.

“I just started doing it.” She answers matter-of-factly. “Have you had fellatio and sexual intercourse, Ben?”

“Yes, Andrea.” He answers. “Before we met, when I was in college, I was intimate with a few different girls.”

“Did you love them?” She wants to know.

“I guess I thought I did.” He answers introspectively. “But in hindsight, probably not, since I can’t even remember their names.” He laughs.

“I love you Ben.” She says. “I wish we could do those things.”

“I love you too, Andrea.” This is the first time he’s admitted it to her or himself. “And I wish we could, too.”

“Can I see it?” She asks. “Can I see your penis, please?” He hesitates but doesn’t see any reason to hide from her, especially since he’s been watching her bathe everyday. “Okay.” He answers, still unsure of himself, but willing to be part of her education. He takes off his clothes, climbs down from the alcove and holds his arms up to her. She wraps her hand around his back, under his arms and lifts him up close to her face. This is the first time she has held him in her hand when he was naked. His cock is hard from the sexual nature of their reading, their discussion and her intense interest in his body.

“It’s sticking straight out.” She observes. “Is it erect?” She asks, putting her finger under his cock, the tip of her nail touching his balls.

“Yes. Our discussion and your interest have aroused me.” He answers honestly, enjoying her touch.

“I don’t suppose I could do fellatio on you with my big mouth, could I?” She asks.

“Probably not.” He answers, staring at her face. Her mouth is almost two feet wide and he doubts if his penis would get past her lips. “But it wouldn’t hurt to try, if you’d like.” He says, considering whether it would bursa escort work, and realizing he has nothing to lose.

“Maybe you can sit on my tongue and I can put my top lip down on it.” She says, intently studying his penis. “What do you think about that?”

“Let’s do it!” Ben answers, spreading his legs apart. She sticks out her tongue and positions it between his legs, the tip of it wrapping up around his ass. Feeling the warm moisture of her tongue against his balls and his cock is very arousing and he tells her.

“Mmmm! Andrea, that feels really good!” He says, sliding back and forth, rubbing his balls and cock against her warm, wet tongue. He feels her top lip against his stomach as she slowly brings it down over his cock. It doesn’t engulf him like a smaller mouth would but it’s a hell of a lot better than his hand, which is all he’s had his cock in for the past few years.

“Now, see if you can suck a little, Andrea.” He instructs her. “It already feels great, so don’t worry if that part doesn’t work.” He feels the light pressure of her sucking against his cock and starts pumping in and out between her tongue and her upper lip. The slippery, wetness of her tongue tucked between his legs, rubbing his balls and licking across his ass drives him quickly to a more frenzied pumping action.

“God, Andrea! That really feels amazing. Don’t stop, okay?” He pants. She picks up his rhythm and helps him by using the hand she is holding him with to slide his whole body back and forth along her tongue, while continuing to lightly suck with her giant mouth. This unique stimulation of his balls, ass and cock by her soft, moist tongue is overwhelming and he feels his balls constrict in anticipation of his climax.

“You’ve done it Andrea!” He yells. “I’m about to cum! Just keep doing what you’re doing right now.” He encourages her. She eagerly keeps pumping him back and forth across her tongue and into her mouth, his chest bumping against her nose. He responds by tensing his legs and shooting a large load of cum onto her saliva soaked tongue, and then his body goes almost completely limp.

“Wow!” He says. “That was wonderful.” She’s pulled her tongue back in her mouth, barely tasting his small morsel of cum. She kisses him on the stomach and sets him back on the floor.

“Was it really alright?” She asks, looking for reassurance.

“It was more than alright!” He answers flushed with enthusiasm. “Now let’s see what I can do for you, shall we? You’ll need to lie on your back and put me on your chest. Of course, get undressed first.” He laughs.

“Gladly.” She answers, stripping off her wrap-around clothing and lying down. She reaches over and picks him up, setting him down on her rib, just below her breasts. He’s never seen her naked breasts this close and the sight is extremely erotic. He’s kneeling just under her breast and his head is nearly even with the top of her creamy white mound. Leaning against her soft fleshy tit, he stands up and looks down at her nipple and areola. He estimates that the rose-colored areola is about eighteen inches across and the dark pink nipple is maybe four inches wide. Leaning forward, laying his naked body over her soft mound, he cups his hand around the backside of her nipple and starts licking it with his tongue.

“Ohhh!” Andrea moans. “That’s nice.” Her nipple responds, growing more rigid and is now protruding above his hand. He wishes there was a way for him to take it in his mouth and suck it, but it is just too large. He continues licking the side of the coarse nipple and squeezing it with his hand. He thinks that next time he’ll bring lotion and use both hands to stimulate her nipples. Balancing himself against her tit, he works his way over to the other one and applies the same licking and squeezing to that one, getting the same rigid response. Andrea is enjoying the squeezing and licking of her nipples, having never felt anything like it. She is instantly aroused and feels the moisture building between her legs, just like the book said it would.

Not wanting to walk on her for fear of breaking the mood, he lies down and rolls along her flat stomach, across her naval, stopping when he reaches her patch of black hair. It’s like lying on thick grass as he scoots his naked ass down across her pubic mound. He can already smell her arousal and feels his cock getting hard again. He maneuvers his body around so he’s nestled in the valley between her thigh and her torso, lying on his stomach his hard cock pressed against her soft flesh. He reaches down and runs his hand up and down her moist pussy lips, smearing her thick juice all over them. Startled by the unfamiliar touch, Andrea pulls her knees up, pinching his body between her thigh and her abdomen. He pushes on her leg until she moves it down a little, then crawls forward and slides his hand inside her welcoming pussy. Her lips are about eighteen inches long malatya escort and he moves his hand up and down the entire length.

“Mmmmm!” Andrea moans at the feel of his hand inside her aroused pussy and she spreads her legs wider apart. Ben scoots his body forward until he can push his whole arm inside her pussy and starts moving it in and out. Andrea moans her delight at the feel of his arm and raises her hips up to meet his thrusts. Twisting his body so he can use both hands on her, he spreads her labia, exposing her thick, pink clit and smears pussy juice across it, before gripping it with his hand. Andrea has never felt anything like this and her whole body shakes, nearly causing Ben to fall off. Only his arm inside her pussy, up to his shoulder, keeps him from falling. Ben raises his head and opens his mouth as wide as possible, sucking the tip of her clit between his lips. Andrea starts bucking her hips off the ground and wraps her hand around his back, tucking her pinky under his ass cheeks, to keep him from falling. His lips are stretched wide around the tip of her clit, and the sucking action is just what she needs to ignite her built up passion. Ben continues to suck her clit while pumping his arm in and out of her soggy pussy. Andrea holds Ben against her and rocks her hips up and down as her explosive orgasm overtakes her. Her hot juices gush out, soaking Bens arm, shoulder and chest. She moves his mouth away from her sensitive clit and he dips his head down to lap up her sweet cream, oozing from her eighteen-inch opening.

Ben shoves both arms inside her pussy for leverage and swings his legs around to the ground. Standing between her legs, intoxicated by her strong aroma, he pushes his whole head inside her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices. Andrea responds to this new stimulation by pulling her knees up and spreading her legs farther apart. This dislodges Ben’s head from her pussy and he stands up, catching his breath, her sweet nectar running down his face. He presses his chest against her opening, wrapping her pussy lips around his sides. The wet, heat engulfs him and he humps his hard cock against the folds of her pussy. Andrea overcome with desire and feeling the build up of another orgasm, again wraps her hand around Ben’s back, lifts him off the ground and rubs his whole body up and down against her enflamed pussy lips. Ben has never felt anything like this. She’s actually jacking him against her pussy, rubbing his chest, his stomach and his hard cock up and down against her warm wet pussy lips. This pushes Ben close to his own climax and he wraps both of his hands around her clit, frantically rubbing up and down as his body is pressed more tightly against Andrea’s pussy lips. Ben keeps working her clit with his hands, massaging her to a rousing orgasm, while he shoots his load inside the folds of her pussy. His cum is washed away by the sudden gush of hot liquid that explodes against his chest and stomach. Her juices are running in parallel streams down his legs and along the crack of her ass.

Back to back orgasms leaves Andrea breathless and her chest heaves as she gulps air into her lungs. Looking up, Ben can see the rise and fall of her opulent breasts as she continues to hold his body against her quivering pussy lips. He is also panting, stunned by what just happened. No other human being on the planet has ever experienced what he just did. This magnified view of a living, throbbing pussy, wrapped completely around his body makes him shudder with desire for more. He wants to be inside of her, somehow, someway, he wants to make it happen.

As Andrea recovers from her orgasms, she lifts Ben from her drenched pussy and nestles his soaked body between her breasts. Relishing the feel of her warm, soft flesh he snuggles up against her left tit and falls asleep to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

The next morning Andrea wakes first and happily feels Ben still cuddling his body against her tit. She lightly places her hand on his back, massaging his naked flesh with her fingertips.

“Ben?” Andrea whispers. “Are you awake?”

“Yes.” Ben answers, balancing himself against her smooth, soft tit as he stands up.

“Thank you, Ben.” Andrea says as she picks him up and kisses his chest. “That was amazing!” Then she starts laughing so hard he watches her tits bounce around on her chest.

“What’s so funny?” Ben wants to know.

“You!” Andrea laughs. “You’re covered with my juices from head to toe and they’ve dried to a milky white flake all over your body. You look funny!”

“Do you think I got carried away?” Ben asks.

“Yes, but in such a good way!” Andrea asserts. “I loved every minute of it Ben and I love you so much! Even though it wasn’t exactly intercourse, I’m glad we were able to do something. It’s been building for some time hasn’t it?”

“Yes, I believe it has, Andrea, and I’m glad too!” Ben says, leaning forward and kissing her upper lip. “I also, have an idea that I think will make it even better.”

“Wow! Do you mean even better than last night? I don’t know how!” Andrea sighs.

“I want to penetrate you with my whole body.” Ben says seriously. “I want to sink into your pussy, feet first, and fuck you with my entire body. What do you think?” He asks excitedly.

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“I can’t drink this,” said Laika. “I’m the first to lose my top and now I’m stuck as the guinea pig for whatever the hell this is?”

“It was your frigging idea to raise the stakes.” Erin laughed and the guys joined in. She always had a nervous laugh, but right now the guy’s laughs were every bit as high-pitched and excited as hers.

The stakes were high. Laika had already lost her panties, although not her skirt. Everyone was topless. Mike was in his boxers and Sam was naked except for Laika’s baby blue lace-trimmed underwear. She wasn’t planning on wearing them again. Sam was a little chubby and the line of the panties got lost entirely in his ass crack. It was damned funny though when the bottle stopped at him and he had to literally squeeze into them.

But, this was different. The vial came from Mike’s father, the first magic practitioner Laika ever met and probably the best in the state. They were both pervs too, so it was probably not only powerful, but… pervy. In fact, Mike got caught hiding invisible in the girls shower last year when they were all seniors and everyone suspected that Mike’s dad was there as well because some girls smelled cherry tobacco and Mike’s father always reeks of the stuff.

“How do I know this isn’t all, you know, pervy?”asked Laika. The long thin vial held a clear viscous liquid that crept around the tube as she tilted it back and forth on its side. Setting the vial in her lap Laika took a thin hair tie off her wrist and secured her long wavy red hair in a bun. She loved her own hair. She even loved her bush, when it wasn’t shaved bare.

“It’s probably just Mike’s dad’s cum,” said Erin. She licked her lipped in an exaggerated slurp, leaning forward into the circle where they all sat. She stuck her tongue out and bah’ed like a sheep. Laika smacked Erin’s upturned ass and the two girls giggled. Mike and Sam grinned together like they’d choreographed the shared expression.

Erin crawled backwards, turning her ass to Laika and pushing it against her shoulder. “That’s all you got?”

The girls laughed some more and Laika gave Erin another, harder, smack on the bare skin below the line of her boy short panties. Erin’s ass was as pale and smooth as the rest of her. Her straight shoulder-length dark hair made her skin look impossibly fair. The only color on her came from her pink shiny lips and blue eyes.

“You two are definitely going to lez out,” said Sam.

“C’mon,” said Mike. He leaned over the empty vodka bottle sitting unceremoniously on the rug in the center of his living room. He jiggled the empty bottle. “Drink up – you gotta.” Between the two of them, Mike was the buff one, a bit of a bull. They were both on the varsity lacrosse team, but Sam was bookish. Maybe it was the glasses.

“Erin, if I go into a coma or something you have to fight back their dicks because I’m in no mood for errant dicks tonight,” said Laika as she considered the potion. The handwritten label read “Anthro-30, Neuro-activated”. She didn’t really think it was spiked or swapped out. She’d given mike a blowjob last week and she figured he’d just ask her if he really wanted to fuck her. And, Sam was too sweet to be thinking anything of the sort, although he hadn’t stopped staring at her tits for ten minutes, except to look at Erin’s itty bitties. She called them that herself. Laika twisted off the plastic cap on the vial.

“One sip then we spin again,” said Erin. She crinkled her nose and expressed a forced, silly, chibi eye smile.

Laika tipped back the vial to her lips. She could smell something vaguely stale and musky. It took forever for the stuff to touch her tongue. She let only a little sneak past her lips and pulled the vial away. It felt so cold and tingly and thick.

“Oh my god,” said Erin as the guys cheered. Laika made a face of genuine surprise while she forced a swallow.

“Ew. Ew. It feels like lube and it tingles,” cried Laika. She wrinkled her face and nose.

“What did you think of?” asked Sam, scanning her up and down obviously. He had a wide smile.

“Oh, I forgot,” said Laika.

“You gotta think of an animal for it to actually do anything,” said Erin.

“Think about a cat in heat,” said Mike in a very direct and clear tone.

Erin laughed. “I don’t think you can make itin heatspecifically, idiot”

“Sure you can,” said Mike.

“Cut it out,” said Laika. “I want a fox.” She closed her eyes and concentrated. She pictured a cute kit leaping over purple flowers in a grassy meadow.

Everyone waited quietly. Laika stood up, smoothing out the folds of her floor length black skirt. She twirled a bit, stopping a little unsteadily from the shot or two of vodka she’d been given. There wasn’t much in giresun escort the bottle. Mike had stolen it from Sam’s mother’s bedroom dresser.

“Give me the vial,” said Sam. “I don’t want you to drop it.” He plucked it gingerly from Laika’s hand.

Laika stopped smiling. Her hand felt weird where Sam’s hand had grazed, even though it was a brief touch. Her hand felt so sparkly, like little bubbles that tickled. Then she heard a pop and felt an impossibly sharp pinch on her ass. She wheeled around in a three step circle chasing her own butt with her hand as she felt behind her frantically. “Ow!”

Everyone else stood, peering at her sideways and asking if she was alright. Sam was pointing at her ass. She felt around and finally grabbed onto something low and tube-like. “What the hell is this,” she thought.

Erin lifted Laika’s skirt from behind. “On my god. Oh my god. She got a tail!”

Laika twisted around to see what Erin was wrestling free from under the skirt. The guys moved behind her and looked up her out-held skirt immediately.

“A fox tail,” said Laika. She was starting to feel tingly all over as a feathery sensation crept across her body.

“No way,” said mike. ” That’s a fuckingCATtail!”

“Oh, yeah,” said Erin.

“What?” said Laika. “I didn’t think of a cat.” She kind of did though. It was the first thing to pass through her head after Mike said it, but just for a flash and then it was all fox.

“But you thought of a cat first, I bet,”said Sam.

“In heat,” added Mike.

“I thought of a cat too, when Mike said it,” said Erin. She was still playing with the two and a half foot long reddish and moderately short haired wisp-tipped tail.

“Oh god,” thought Laika. It did feel like her whole body was blushing. She probably was in heat. She knocked away Erin’s hand playfully – it was suddenly too ticklish.

“I see it, I do,” said Laika. “But, I’m certainly not in heat.” She stuck her tongue out. She played it easy. Cool cucumber. Cool cucumber. Oh god.

Her skirt kept flaring up in the back. Laika willed her tail down and it complied, although it didn’t feel comfortable like that. She thought it was insane that she could actually feel anything there, like it was another, somewhat disobedient, limb. She could feel her own butt cheeks brushing against either side of her new tail as she moved it modestly out of the way.

“That thing is so hot,” said Erin. “Show us. C’mon.”

Laika’s head was pounding, like a pulse, not an ache. She tried to breathe evenly.”It’s just a tail. Will someone else take their turn?”

“Relax, kitty,” said mike. “I want to savor the moment. The stuff only lasts for a half hour or so.”

Below her tail, underneath it all, Laika was alarmed by the feeling of a deepening heat between her legs. She could practically feel her vulva swelling. It felt really weird, abnormally weird – she felt like she had a squishy ball of hot water wedged between her legs and it was inflating. Careful to keep her head in control, she showed off the last two thirds of her tail, trying hard not to let the skirt ride too high. This preservation wasn’t sudden modesty – she thought for sure they’d actually be able to see whatever the fuck was going on down there between her legs.

They all took turns petting her tail. Laika almost couldn’t stand it, although she wanted it too. It felt nice, like a relief, when they pet her. It was too much and not enough. It was as if she could feel the ridges of their fingerprints over each hair on her new tail while it lolled back and forth on its own in an obscene arc. Her skirt lifted up and down in time with her breaths. She could feel her pulse strongly down below.

They all settled back down on the rug. Laika sat side-saddle now, which was a little more comfortable. Her tail stuck out from the side of her skirt. Laika wondered if she could curl it around to rub her clit. Actually, she couldn’t think of much else outside of getting off.

“Well, spin it,” said Sam. He did a little shoulder dance, obviously overexcited.

“You with us, Laika?” asked Mike. “Look at her titties. Holy shit those nips are tight!”

Laika laughed it off, shaking her big chest back and forth a bit. Erin was on her boob at once, giving it a big lick around the areola and up along the side. Laika felt a head rush and her pussy pulsed. She was used to Erin playing around like this. They’d even done some finger fucking together before the party, but this was way more intense.

“Oh, fuck,” said Laika, trailing off into a shaky moan. Her world narrowed down to the feel of Erin’s tongue traveling up to her neck. Laika snapped back, eyes yalova escort open and recomposed.

“Woah,” said Sam.

“Sluts,” said Mike.

Erin giggled and gave Laika a little punch in the arm.

Laika stuck her tongue out at Erin and then she crawled forward to the bottle. She could feel the relatively cold, cold air against her ass through the fabric. Her pussy lips were sliding independently against each other. Nothing else on her seemed to exist.

Laika spun the bottle, hard enough for it to spin three or four times on the old matted rug.

Erin. Mike. Sam. Laika. Erin. Mike. Sam. Laika. Erin. Mike. Sam.

Laika.

They cheered. Laika acted the part, shaking her head. She took the vial back from Sam. She made a show of sniffing the musky fluid and tossed it back long enough for another slippery tendril to spread over her tongue tip. She half-wished it were actually cum. She was vaguely aware that her eyes were fluttering, her head filling with visions of cock and endless balls.”

“Laika?” said someone.

“A big horse cock,” blurted Mike. “A big drippy horse cock.” He started laughing and collapsed backwards. Erin playfully punched at his chest. He lashed back, slapping her tit.

“Ow!” said Erin. “I’m gonna bite off your balls, you fucker.”

Laika lay back, trying not to think of horse cock, anything. She could feel a little motor deep inside her rattling so fast, purring. She was sure they could hear it. Someone said her name. She could hear Erin and Mike play-fighting. It felt so good when she shifted her legs.

Laika let the rattle turn into a moan and that felt… right. She rolled onto her back, arching upwards. The moan became a twisting wail. And, that felt right too. This was heat and it was too much.

“I can’t take it,” said Laika. She lifted her head, something that took considerable effort. All three had crowded around her, watching. She noticed how funny Sam looked in her underwear. He was hard under there, the outline of his cock obvious in Laika’s tight panties. She wanted to moan again. She realized she’d been moving her hands up and down her body the whole time.

“She is so totally in heat,” said Erin. “What’s next?”

“I’m not in heat,” whispered Laika. “It’s just hot.” She laid back and raised her hips in the air again, moaning like an alley cat as she pulled her skirt back, aware of little else but the feeling of the cool air against her crotch.

Another pop and a sharp pinch.

Laika though her ballooning pussy had exploded – for a moment, it felt just like that. She dropped her ass to the floor and sat up straight, digging her skirt out of the way. Her knees out and legs apart, Laika looked down. Like a cobra rising to strike, an oversized penis with a funny flat-topped dickhead rose up to meet her. It was light like the rest of her skin, but the head and the last portion were a soft pink.

“Hey, she has a pecker,” said Sam.

“Nice!” said Mike. Erin punched him again.

Laika felt up her crotch frantically, pushing the growing cock out of her way. She first felt a tail way down below and then hot swollen mound that had to be her vulva. It looked like her own bald pussy, but it was very pink and engorged, inflated. However, she couldn’t see a lot of it because of the dick sticking up of out from between the top of her puffy labia.

“That’s a horse cock,” said Mike.

It was actually a horse cock. It was also her clit, Laika realized. She tried to get to her feet, but the skirt fabric falling against her new clit made her shudder and the too sensitive feel of her own pussy lips sliding against one another knocked her back down to the rug.

Erin was on her, holding Laika’s bare shoulders. “Relax. Does it hurt? You just fucking around?”

Laika breathed deep. Erin smelled so good. She smelled like that cherry vanilla lip gloss, but she also smelled like wet crotch, in a good way. Laika started sobbing without tears as she flattened her shoulders to the floor and raised her ass. She arched her back high to keep her new cock off the floor. The world fell away to two thoughts: to be fucked and to fuck. She may or may not have been purring.

“This is so fucking big,” said Erin and she wrapped her hand around Laika’s foot long horse clit. A stream of clear fluid gushed from the flat glans into a little pile on the floor, maintaining a connection to the new cock by a thick clear string of precum.

The world was a rush of sensation as Laika pulled Erin down to the floor with her, crawling forward and rolling the giggling bright smiled Erin onto her back. Laika gave up into a rush of warm smooth skin and the smell of Erin, so yozgat escort clear she could almost see her even though Laika had shut her eyes tight.

Laika sucked on Erin’s high, puffy areolas and obscenely big nipples. She, lapped at Erin’s neck, savoring the sweetness of sweat. Pinning her against the floor, Laika locked her lips on Erin’s. So wet. Laika felt like she’d been dipped in a warm bath and Erin was wriggling there with her, flesh hot against her from every direction.

“She’s fucking her!” cried Sam. “Holy fuck she’s doing it.”

Laika inhaled clear air and realized she was thrusting hard and fast. She was inside Erin. She didn’t know when she entered her friend. She hoped to god she hadn’t hurt her, ripped her open. All Laika could do though is continue fucking her friend like a jackrabbit. She hammered away, sinking the massive cock a little further on every fourth or third thrust. She was amazed at how her body moved, like an… animal.

Laika tried to find Erin’s lips again with her mouth, not daring to open her eyes, afraid now that her friend’s face might be twisted in horror or that it might even be in ecstasy. Either state would be too much. Instead of Erin’s cherry tinged mouth she found a hard dick pressed flat on the girl’s face. Without missing a beat, as she forcefully fucked her friend, Laika took the dick in her mouth.

She didn’t waste time sucking at it, she just fucked against the cock with her open mouth. She wanted to break her own throat open. She wanted to swallow it to the balls. She slammed her mouth against the cock each time she buried herself wall-deep into Erin’s snatch. It felt good. All of it felt so good. Dizzy and gagging, Laika pulled back off the cock to catch air. Throat slime covered the cock and she mouth fucked it back inside, faster and harder.

“Erin,” garbled Laika against the cock. She pulled off the cock again, globs of throat lube sliding down her chin. She finally looked at her friend. Erin was all right. In fact, she was biting her lip and half-smiling, half-grunting with the endless thrusts. Laika wondered how many times Erin had cum – she isn’t a yeller. It was hard to tell and Laika didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

Laika found the cock by her face again. It was Sam’s. She closed her eyes and took it in deep.

Someone pushed her shoulders. Laika grunted and fell flat on top of Erin. Sam’s cock slipped wet from her mouth. She was pinned down by Mike’s full weight from behind. Laika was suddenly very aware of her pussy as Mike pushed aside her tail and his cock centered on the sloppily wet hole. He drove it inside her, balls-deep, in one solid stroke. This pushed Laika even deeper into Erin, who actually yipped. Laika didn’t even have time to push back against Mike’s cock like she wanted – instead, she started cumming. The world fell away in waves.

While her pussy contracted and pulsed, Laika’s clit cock came alive too, pumping cum inside her friend like a sputtering hose. Her cock tensed and released and tensed again, pinned deep into Erin by Mike’s weight. Laika barely hung on to consciousness. She was screaming.

Laika stayed like that, cock spilling into Erin as Mike fucked her swollen in-heat pussy. She remembered that other cock, Sam’s, and took it back into her mouth. She sucked him off while Mike fucked her, thrusting without reservation. Drained of cum, Laika’s cock was snaking out of Erin’s loosened cunt.

Laika kept fucking back against Mike, meeting his strokes with her pussy. Even though her horse cock hung limply, pulsing intermittently and dripping, Laika started cumming again with her pussy. All the while Sam fucked her mouth.

Mike grabbed Laika’s long hair in fistfuls, pulling himself deeper into her each time. As if they’d practiced, she felt cum entering her from two ends as Sam shot deep in her throat and Mike let loose inside her. Laika swallowed repeatedly to keep from choking, Sam’s cock not withdrawing an inch while he kept shooting.

Sam pulled out and Laika gasped hard for air. She was breathing heavy, unsure of when she had last inhaled. Mike fucked his semen in and out of her, holding his cock tightly in hand. He kept shoving his own cum and hers back inside with a slightly limp cock head. In between slow thrusts he rubbed himself and his cum all over her engorged pussy lips. Everything felt so right.

Sam staggered away and sat down. Mike rolled off. Laika dismounted Erin.

Pop. Laika felt another pinch by her ass. She reached around. Her tail was gone. Her pussy still felt as hot. She did feel a bit more sober, much less dizzy. Opening her eyes wider, she found herself staring into a pool of thin whitish cum on the rug. At least a quart of cum was soaking into the carpet and more was falling from Erin’s slightly open hole.

Erin was sitting up a bit, straight-armed with her hands out behind her. Laika smiled at her friend and then stood up, stretching.

“Who’s turn is it now,” asked Sam, laid out on the couch.

Mike laughed.

“Wait,” said Erin. “I didn’t cum yet.”

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The Duke and Duchess had only been married for a couple of years when they moved to their new estate. A medium sized castle on the English countryside set upon a huge tract of land overlooking a small lake.

The setting would have been an idyllic place to live in marital bliss had their marriage been for romantic and not political reasons. The Duke was much more interested in the servants of the castle than his own wife. She would often hear the moans of maids, stable girls or even some of their high society guests come from whichever room the Duke retired to. At first this embarrassed her, but as it continued she became enraged as her own needs were never addressed.

It was late one evening when the moans in her own bed awoken her. Next to her was the Duke and their chamber maid in a passionate embrace. In the poor light of the evening she could scarcely make out the silhouetted form of the woman riding her husband. His large hands caressing the small waist and breasts of their servant. Quietly, she watches careful to not make herself noticed as anything more than sleeping. The rhythm of the couples motions quickens and the faint smell of a woman’s pleasure can be fethiye escort detected. She continues to watch as the couple completes their act, the maid scampers off and before long the snores of her husband fill the room. It is only then she decides to move.

Getting out of bed she dresses while chastising her mate in her head. She decides to take a walk down to the lake and stare at the reflected moon in the still waters and contemplate her situation. At the late hour she is not even noticed as she leaves the castle.

She gets to the lake and finds a fallen tree and takes a seat and stares at the moon. In the silence of her stillness she can now hear tiny high pitched chuckles. She turns to locate their source and cannot. Before she turns back she feels a finger on her back, then a hand. Quickly she turns to face the owner of the hand and locks eyes with what almost can be described as a walking tree only much more human looking. With bark for skin and leaves for hair and two glowing red embers for eyes, she senses him smile at her. She wants to shriek but she cannot find the breath. The Green Man shushes alanya escort her and raises a single finger to her lips. With only the slightest touch of his finger what seems like hundreds of little pixies spring out from his fingertip.

Tiny though the pixies are they immediately take to the task of stripping the Duchess. She tries with all her effort to maintain her modesty, clinging to her bodice and holding it tight to her bosom. She is able to keep her breasts covered for the time being but finds herself otherwise completely naked. Her white skin glows in the moon light as she looks at the two inch tall winged molesters. Even though the task of stripping her is all but complete both male and female tiny beings are still buzzing around her finding their way into all of her most intimate areas, little fingers pinching her nipple, tiny lips kissing her thighs. It is then that the Green Man speaks to her, “you are going to give yourself to my pleasure tonight. In return I will give you what only few mortal women have ever experienced.”

With that he kisses her lips as his hands explore her body. As soon as his manavgat escort lips touch hers the Green Man transforms into a much more human form, only the slightest green hue to his skin gives away his true nature. The Green Man touches her softly caressing her supple flesh. The Duchess closes her eyes as his fingers find their way thighs and into her secret folds of womanhood. She feels moisture grow and can smell the scent of her own pleasure, she moans. She feels the eyes of the Green Mans tiny servants locked upon them as his tongue licks her neck. With one swift movement she is upon the ground him on top of her, she can feel his desire pressed against her thighs. Her nipples engorged, her pussy wet she returns the kiss and starts to caress the Green Mans body. Looking up she sees a tiny winged couple making love in mid-flight, little male pixie taking the tiny female doggie style. At exactly the same time as she sees the pixies first thrust, she feels the Green Man enter her, with a little quake throughout her being she lets out a gasp of pleasure. With each thrust the Green one can feel a tiny quake of pleasure from within his conquest. She feels herself start to rise to meet each of his thrusts his torso massaging her clit, her moaning intensifies. She releases, feeling her womanhood pulse all around his cock wetness all over her thighs. She cums. He continues to pound into her delaying the moment to release into her as long as he can. She feels him quake and then warmth fills her…

To Be Continued…

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