Supernatural Stories

Amber’s Ghost

[The following is a fictional story about a young girl named Amber and her experiences with the paranormal. All writings of this story are completely fantasy and do not portray any persons in real life. ]

For as long as I could remember I have seen things move on their own or heard things that didn’t appear to be there. Like one moment a cup would be in one spot then when I looked at it again it would be in another spot. Things like this only seemed to happen when I was alone.
I think it started when I was around five or six years old. Random objects moving short distances without anyone touching them. I would hear footsteps or doors opening on their own. On occasion I would even feel like there was someone touching me.

Around when I turned fourteen, puberty hit me. One night after I had finished having my first period I was lying in bed reading. It was a book I had to read for school and I preferred to finish those kinds of assignments earlier rather than later. The book was flat on the bed and I was lying on my stomach, propping myself up with my elbows. The book was pretty good and I found myself getting really into it as I read, letting the rest of the world dim out in the background.

Everything was in complete silence until I heard the door creak. I quickly looked up from the book to check to see if someone was coming in. Of course no one was there though. The door was slightly open now where it had been mostly closed before. Stuff like that had been happening for years so I suppose I had just gotten used to it by now and easily went back to reading.

Every few minutes or so I moved my fingers to scratch an itch on my face. It felt like my hair was brushing along my skin so I kept pulling it back over my shoulders. As I continued to read it became more and more frequent until I had enough and got up. I grabbed a hair tie from my dresser and walked over to the mirror. I wasn’t much to look at back then. I had simply brown hair about shoulder length and matching eyes. I was pretty thin and my chest was flat while other girls at school had already started to develop.

I finished tying my hair into a ponytail and went back to get comfy on my bed again. This itching on my face seemed to have stopped after fixing my hair and I got back into reading again. Again my mind phased the world out as I read and again my concentration was broken by the feeling of something on my skin. I felt it on my neck this time, like something pressing again it. I moved my hand to rub at it only to feel it on the other side. With a sigh I got up again and went to the mirror.
Both sides of my neck had a small red mark now. As I leaned in closer to look I heard my door softly close. I spun around to look and it was in fact fully closed now.

“Hello?” I called out hoping one of my parents would respond.

I walked over and opened the door and looked out in the hall, but no one was there. I shut the door again and locked it this time even though my parents didn’t want me locking it. I got back into bed again and this time I rested sitting up against my pillows. It took longer this time, but I managed to get back into the book. After some time passed I felt the ‘itching’ on my face and neck again and kept rubbing at them. By now I figured I had probably been bitten by a mosquito or something.
With it getting late I closed the book and got up to use to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I readied my toothbrush and started brushing while looking at myself in the mirror. The buttons on my pajama top caught my eye and I looked down to see that the top three were unbuttoned. I thought back for a minute and I knew for sure that I had buttoned them all since I easily get cold. Once I finished brushing, I buttoned my top back and headed back to my room.

I laid down and got comfortable and even put the t.v on even though I normally didn’t watch it before bed. Before I turned it off I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the light in my face sometime in the middle of the night. My hands lazily felt around for the controller until I eventually sat up, not being able to find it. As I woke up more I felt a little chill and noticed the blankets were all at the foot of the bed. I was for the most part a very calm sleeper so I found it weird that I would have kicked them all down like that. As I went to lean forward to pull them back up I saw my top hanging and looked down. It was completely open, not a single button was still hooked. I quickly reached up and turned my lamp on, thinking that someone had come in and did this.

My normally little puffy nipples were hard and wet. I couldn’t believe how tensed up they looked. I had gotten used to weird stuff happening but this made me scared.

“Mom, Da-.”

I tried to call for my parents and when I opened my mouth I felt my tongue pulled forward and out of my mouth. It was stretched as far as it could go with the feeling of someone sucking on it. At the same time, another touching feeling was on both sides of my hips, like fingertips on my skin. The waistband of my pajama bottoms pulled out a little then my pants started to slide down. So much was happening so quickly that I froze up, unsure what to do. When I finally tried to move from the bed I felt something pin my arms to my sides and then my pants were quickly removed from my legs and tossed through the air. My tongue was still being held by something and I could feel it being sucked. Since I couldn’t speak I took a breath in and tried to scream. Just as I was about to, a pressure closed around my neck. It felt like a hand choking me. The air I managed to push out was barely a whisper, let alone a scream. The pressure loosened almost right away and I tried to scream again only to feel the pressure tighten once more. I tried again for a third time and that also ended the same way. Some tears were forming in my eyes now while I laid there, defeated.

My tongue was freed eventually, but I didn’t try to talk or scream. I could feel a wet sensation on my neck, like another tongue was licking me then I felt it sucking on my skin. The feeling moved down my body; kissing, sucking and even biting moving down my skin. A warm wetness covered over my right nipple and I watched as it pulled up against the air and felt it being sucked on. It was such a weird sensation. The feeling of the sucking changed back and forth from soft to hard over and over and it made me shiver some. When the sucking stopped, my nipple remained very hard. Even the flesh of my breast had risen some.

The sucking started on my left nipple next. Just like the right, it was pulled up firmly into a sucking sensation and once again it made me shiver some. It lasted about the same amount of time until everything seemed to stop. I felt my arms get released and I sat up to look around. I couldn’t help but to look at my nipples again. Both of them were so hard, standing away from my body like they were begging for more attention. The complete flatness of my chest was gone too. There was a slight curve to my breasts now, though probably not noticeable through a shirt.

I sat there for a few minutes trying to understand what happened. I kept trying to tell myself I was dreaming, but I know that I was awake. The thought of a ghost or something touching me like that.. I didn’t know what to think. I finally got up to get my bottoms which hand landed by my mirror. As I bent down to get them something grabbed me and held me in place. It felt like a hand was touching and rubbing my stomach then moving up to grab my breast. Those unseen fingers squeezed both of them and I could see the imprints of it in the mirror.

While my breasts continued to be squeezed I felt my right hand being moved by something. Instinctively I tried to pull away, but it had a strong hold on me. My hand was made to move to my front and slowly between my legs. All I could do was watch in the mirror. My breasts being grabbed and my own hand being forced to move. My fingers slid over my vagina and started to rub back and forth. My middle finger dipped inside of me and pushed in some then slid back out, covered in a little wetness. I tried even harder to pull away, but I couldn’t move at all. My wet middle finger curled back while my index and ring finger spread the skin of my labia open some. My own wet finger kept moving on its own and touched to my clit. The sensation made my hips move forward against the touch some.

I had never masturbated before and somehow my hand was expertly teasing my clit into a hard, aroused state. It kept rubbing and rubbing, gently, but quickly and it was on for several minutes. I was even unable to keep my hips from moving. Again my hand moved down between my legs and I could feel that I was even wetter there now. My hand pulled back and came up allowing me to see the wetness on my fingers. It moved higher and higher, stopping just over my shoulder.
I felt warmth close over my index finger, then sucking, like someone’s mouth was there. Then I felt my hand being moved toward my face. I tried to turn my head only to find that I still couldn’t move. My middle finger slipped through my lips and into my mouth. It moved across my tongue, making me taste myself. I didn’t really find it bad tasting, but it was still very weird and I was scared.

My breasts were released finally, only to feel the hands move to my hips. The pulled back on my some and another pressure made me bend forward. With my reflex, I reached forward and put my hands on the mirror for balance. I felt warmth close against my back and the slight pressure like someone was laying against me. My hips were pulled more, making me stand on my tip toes. Then someone knocked on my door.

“Amber?” I heard my mom call for me.

As soon as the door started to open, I felt everything stop and I was free to move. I quickly picked up my pants to cover my nudity.

“Everything okay in here… oh.” My mom just looked at me speechless for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I just heard some moving in here and I though you would be well asleep by now.”

“Oh no mom, I was just-“ I tried to answer, even though I wasn’t sure what I would say.

“It’s okay. I understand my little girl is growing up. We all have an interest to learn about our bodies at a certain age.”

At this point I was just about dressed again, just finishing up with the buttons on my top.

“I know you just had your first visit.” How did she know about the ghost? I thought to myself.

“All of us girls have to get it sooner or later and I know it can be scary or weird. So if you need to talk more about it or want to talk about sex, you can talk to me.”

“Oh no mom, it’s not like that.”

“Okay okay. Just make sure you get enough sleep for school.”

With a kiss to my cheek, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. When I woke up in the morning, I got right out of bed and went to the mirror. I quickly undid the buttons on my top and found my nipples to be back to their normal, soft puffy state. I put my hands against my breasts and even though my nipples were normal, I could feel they had still grown some. It was going to be a long day at school and even the thought of telling anyone about what had happened made me remember the feel of the pressure around my neck. It was going to be my secret, for now at least.

Supernatural Stories

Sat, 27 Jun 2015 03:26:37 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 69

It was now October and I spent the weekend going to the batting cages to maintain my stroke. Then I went home to watch the MLB playoffs, which were occurring at the time. Monday, I&nbsp; brought my Charvel San Dimas to school and met with Valerie, giving her another mini guitar lesson. She went home with me. I made dinner for the two of us and we jammed until 11, when I had to take her home. I taught her &quot;Stone Cold Crazy,&quot; a Queen song, and we had a nice blow on that since it really lends itself to jamming. Her fluidity was already improving and she was good before, but now she seemed ready to take that next step. She still had some work to do, but it indeed appeared she was putting in the practice time.<br /> <br /> Tuesday, I went to our school’s art teachers and told them I was holding a contest with a $250 prize to devise a logo for my band, Red Sentinel. I added that the winner would also receive a dime for each album copy sold if we got signed and started releasing albums. The logo had to be flashy and cool and I didn’t want any death metal band type stuff. They would have by December 31st to come up with something suitable. <br /> <br /> Wednesday, I finally got a response to my musicians wanted ad that wasn’t a waste of time. A 21 year old drummer, Chris Ellis, who had previous band experience wrote me and I set up an audition for Saturday at my place. He turned up with a full double bass drum kit and his playing was powerful, crisp and you could set your watch by his meter, so he was in. I told him what I was going to do with the band from A to Z and he was on board with it. The thing that did it for him was that we had some money to work with for marketing and equipment. Now I had a backbone to build from.<br /> <br /> The following Monday, I put up notices on music and drama department (the latter for vocalists) bulletin boards at a few local colleges. Out of that I got a bass player, Johnny Burrell, and a lead singer, Phil Dorsett. We still needed a keyboard player, but at least by early November, we could begin hammering out material. I also didn’t have any other option, so I formally asked Valerie to join my band as our second guitarist. Getting a load of the songs I presented to the band really lit a fire under Valerie’s ass because she liked what I was writing a lot and wanted to be a part of performing it. Thus, she upped her practice regimen from four hours a day to as much as eight when she wasn’t rehearsing with us. <br /> <br /> I bought all new equipment for the band. Valerie was stunned that she now had a backline of four Marshal 100 watt stacks (I played through Mesa Boogie Dual Rectifiers) instead of just her little 50 watt half stack, several new guitars and a full pedalboard of effects. At that juncture, I was playing all the keyboard parts during our rehearsals, which I held four days a week. However, in mid-December, we all went to a Trans-Siberian Orchestra show at the Forum and, just for a laugh, before the show started, I yelled out to the other audience members around me, &quot;anybody here play keyboards?&quot; &quot;Yeah, I do,&nbsp; bro!&quot; I asked him to tell me more. He had some classical training in elementary school when he was a kid, but was pretty much self taught from junior high on. His name was Barry Mullaney. He had a You Tube channel, so I told him I would get back to him after seeing his videos. <br /> <br /> The TSO concert was uber kick ass as was usual for them, but I could hardly wait to get home and see Barry’s videos, hoping I wouldn’t be disappointed. I wasn’t. He had a full keyboard rack and amplification for it and displayed his prowess on a range of material from Elton John to Deep Purple to jazz to show tunes. I wrote him and brought him down for an audition on my keyboard setup. After just a couple of songs, we asked him to join and he signed up. I suggested he use my gear and tweak it however he felt he needed to. And he was blown away by my compositions. <br /> <br /> School was becoming tougher to handle for Valerie and I since our rehearsals would often go past midnight. My personal life also took a dive because I was just so focused on dealing with my little combo. <br /> <br /> We took the Christmas holidays off to rest and recharge. When we came back to school the first week of January, I chose a logo from those that were submitted and presented the winner his money, in cash, during his art class. I also had a contract for him and his parents to sign that I had my band’s lawyer draw up. There was a provision in it that when he turned 18, if he didn’t re-sign the deal, we would seek another logo and abandon the one he created. I then asked him to submit art work to us for our first album, which would be self titled, saying that it was likely going to take at least a year for us to get a record together, so he had a deadline of July 1st. It must be done in a hyper real style. We would also have first right of refusal to all of his other creations. He would be paid 25 cents per album sold <br /> <br /> I hired a web designer I knew and opened an official website, a You Tube channel and Facebook and Reverb Nation pages for us and incorporated the band. I also trademarked our name and started a publishing company, Sentinel Songs, to handle defense of our tunes. I bought a warehouse to use as both our office and rehearsal space. I brought in an architect to come up with renovation plans for said use. By the time I got all that done, it was mid-February and baseball tryouts were to begin a week later. Our rehearsal schedule would now be Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. The latter two days, they would be all day affairs, with lunch and dinner included. <br /> <br /> The first day of baseball tryouts at my school, I stepped into the batter’s box and hit the first pitch I saw 450 feet over the 20 foot high leftcenterfeld wall into the middle of the street of a cul de sac that was behind the school. The outfielders didn’t have much to do since I dialed long distance on pretty much everything I saw. During other’s bp, the way I was chasing down liners and fly balls and then the velocity I displayed on my throws knocked my coach and my fellow players out. My coach came up to me afterward and said that the earlier reports on me were definitely valid and he looked forward to seeing me in game action. <br /> <br /> The tryouts lasted a week. I wanted seven since it was my lucky number and also the late Mickey Mantle’s uniform number. My coach decided to hit me leadoff in order to get me as many at bats as possible, figuring that we would score the most runs that way. He was also hoping that we would commence many of our games with instant 1-0 leads as a result and maybe get inside the heads of the opposing pitchers early. <br /> <br /> We had our first faceoff the second week of March. The first pitch I saw from the opposing hurler was a thigh high middle out fastball at about 90mph&nbsp; that I torqued 500 feet beyond the rightcenterfield fence at their home field. The guy began muscling up after seeing his heater taken so far downtown and he walked our next two hitters. Then he grooved one to our leftfielder, who spanked it off the leftfield wall for a two run double. By the time I came up again in the inning, the bases were loaded and we had a 5-0 advantage. His coach went out to get him and they brought in a little lefthander who tossed me a curve ball that didn’t bite so much as roll and I mashed it even further than my first homer for a grand slam. The contest was over at that point and I suggested to my coach that he give the bench guys some ups in my stead. That proved popular with my teammates. My coach was also impressed with how selfless that was and sat me down. So I never saw an inning on defense, but we won 11-4. <br /> <br /> Our next match was at home and there were a bunch of pro scouts there to watch us. We got behind 1-0 in the first and then I got a hold of a second pitch slider and flamed it off the top of the rightfield wall for a two bagger. I stole third and scored on a dribbler to the rightside to tie it up. Then I made a running catch of a gapper, which brought applause from the about 50 people in attendance. I came up again in the bottom of the second and was thrown a fastball on the inside corner and up, but letter high rather than around my noggin, and I tophanded it over the roof of the house that was directly in back of our leftfield fence and on to the lawn of the domicile across the street. I got carried away during my next at bat, though, and overswung on a changeup down and away and hit a little topper to first for an easy out. I came back to the dugout cursing myself for being an idiot by muscling up. <br /> <br /> This may have inadvertently done me and our team a favor. We were down by three with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth when I came up. I got ahead 2-0 and then he threw me that change up in the same location as my previous at bat. I punished it just inside the rightfield foul pole and cleared the bases. The first baseman bobbled the relay throw and I slid home with the winning run on the error. <br /> <br /> Our third game, and we played two games a week, one on Monday and one on Friday, I got a mid-80’s fastball up and just destroyed it. I have no idea how far it went, but it was one motherfuck of a long way for a quick 1-0 edge. That rattled the pitcher real bad and he got pulled after our next two hitters walked. We went on to trounce them 17-1 and I came out of the game after my third homer of the game in the fourth. <br /> <br /> During the succeeding tilt, I drilled a slider that was down, somewhere below my knees, but over the middle of the plate, and it just kept rising and was still going up when it disappeared from view. I never saw a pitch to hit after that, as I was walked the next three times up. I stole second and third all three times and scored on two of those occasions and also threw two men out at the plate. We still lost, though, 6-4.<br /> <br /> By then, the titanic shots I was unloading was getting around school as well as the scouting community. At our next home game, it was standing room only. (the seating at these games was just a couple of bleachers, so it didn’t take much to fill them) Adding to that was that the other club had a pitcher named Dave Farrell on it, who was also drawing a lot of major league interest. They scored three runs off of us in the first inning and then I came to bat. Farrell threw me a fastball up that I let go by for a ball. He came inside and that was off the plate, too. He had really good movement on that pitch. Then he threw another heater he tried to bring back over the outside corner. I hit it over the rightfield wall, but I was just a hair late and it sliced foul. He hung a slider and I got every bit of it, this homer being highlighted by the sound of the ball crashing through the window of the house across the street from the home that backed up on to our leftfield fence. Everybody got a good laugh out of it, but with coach’s permission, I dispatched a teammate to the house in question with my phone number so we could set up a payment plan for the broken pane. <br /> <br /> My second time up, they intentionally walked me with nobody on. There was a lot of booing from the 200 or so people in attendance. I stole the next two bases, but there were two outs and our number two hitter couldn’t get me home. <br /> <br /> The next time up, though, got ugly. When the catcher held out his hand to indicate I was to be given four wide ones with nobody on, everybody started booing loudly. One of the scouts berated Dave, telling him to &quot;throw the ball over the plate like a man!&quot; &quot;Oh shut up!&quot; his coach blasted back. &quot;You guys walked Bonds and Pujols the same way. Go fuck&nbsp; yourself!&quot; That infuriated coach Addison, who was there scouting me as part of his bird dog (scout without portfolio, basically) duties for the Angels. He walked up behind the opposing team’s dugout and asked, &quot;so what are you going to have this kid do when he faces the Yankees? Walk everybody until he gets to the eight hole? Teach him to make a pitch or teach him how to sell shoes. But you can’t do both!&quot; The crowd began chanting, &quot;pussy! pussy!&quot; toward Dave, who was caught between a rock and a hard place. I stole second.&nbsp; They pitched out when I went to steal third, but their catcher threw the ball down the leftfield line and I hustled home for our second run. The audience chanted that epithet the entire time Dave was on the hill and when he came up to hit.<br /> <br /> I was back up in the ninth leading off. They had a 5-2 lead with nobody on. &quot;You better not walk him this time you asshole!&quot; someone shouted at the opposition’s coach. Dave had exhausted his pitch count, so I stood in against a reliever, who threw me four balls that were off the plate and I walked. I stole second and third and scored again on a fly ball before we went down to defeat 5-3.<br /> <br /> After the game, a couple of scouts, one with a vein popping out of his neck, could be seen letting our opposition’s coach have it. &quot;What the fuck do you have that kid prove when you do that?&quot; the&nbsp; scout wondered rhetorically. &quot;You’re not doing him a favor. He’s not Barry Bonds or Pujols, he’s a high school kid (referring to me). Let the kid (Dave) figure it out up there.&quot; <br /> <br /> The incident was written about at length in our school paper and there was video footage on You Tube which got picked up by baseball websites and on our students’ Facebook pages. Monday, the phone at our school was ringing off the hook wanting to know when our next game, which was on the road, was. &quot;Fuck, we might have to play this next game at Angels Stadium if all those people show up,&quot; my coach joked. <br /> <br /> It seemed like every seamhead in southern California showed up at our next outing. My first at bat, I missed a good biting slider down in the zone but in the middle of the plate and only hit it hard back through the middle instead of over the wall for a single. I stole second and third and scored on a squeeze. In my second appearance, the pitcher got behind to me 2-0 and tried to run one down and in on the inside corner. Unfortunately, that was my biggest happy zone and I just about made it disintegrate, depositing it into the rear of the parking lot to gasps and hoots from the standing room crowd for a three run homer. The pitcher lost his nerve and couldn’t throw a strike to save his life from that point forward, walking two runs in before he was pulled. I was the next hitter and smoked a weak fastball into that same spot in the parking lot. We won going away 15-7. <br /> <br /> The game after that was against Dave Farrell and his team. The problem was that it wasn’t much of a home game for them because there were scouts from every major league team there and even some front office people as well as the baseball press and a large contingent of baseball nerds. When I came up in the top of the first, people were already ranking Dave out for the last time he had to take me on. His coach, not wanting to be shown up or something, had me intentionally walked. The &quot;pussy, pussy&quot; chant started up again and it got a lot nastier than that from individual hecklers. The police were called, hauling away several spectators for being intoxicated. The cops were not thrilled about having to, in effect, referee a high school baseball game. There was nothing they could do about the crowd because yelling, &quot;pussy, pussy&quot; wasn’t against the law. <br /> <br /> All of this threw Dave off of his game and he couldn’t command the strike zone at all. The next time I came up, there were two on and one out. Once again, the manager wanted me walked. The 1500 or so spectators started hurling every invective in the book at Dave and his coach when the catcher gave the sign to give me four wide ones. Stuff began being thrown on the field and the umpire notified the crowd that he would forfeit the game if the onlookers didn’t cool their jets. The cop who headed the detail ordered Dave’s coach to have Dave pitch to me to prevent a riot. When I was standing up there, I reminded myself to be calm and just focus on staying short and quick to the ball. Dave threw me a room service fastball and it left the grounds in the blink of an eye. Dave was crying by that point since he was unfairly put in the middle of all this and his coach finally yanked him. We won 6-5. I stayed afterward to sign autographs and take pictures with fans. <br /> <br /> Our school decided to hold our next game at a local park that was much more equipped to handle the crowds that were now turning up. It was the same one that I had worked out with coach Addison’s squad at. There were at least 2,000 people there and when I leadoff the first inning for our team, the pitcher hit me in the left hip. Then he plunked the next batter, too and walked the man after that. He was totally overwhelmed by the attention. Our clean up hitter singled up the middle for two runs. Later, the pitcher walked a run in. We scored a run on a groundout and then the bases were refilled via the base on balls. That brought me up. He aimed a fastball over the outside corner, but it got a lot of the plate and I jacked it well over the rightfield wall and it was 8-0.<br /> <br /> I had to stay in because of the audience size. So I came up in the second with us now leading 10-0 and a couple men on and golfed a rolling curveball on to the freeway beyond the centerfield fence. My third time up, there was nobody on and I took a strike on the outside corner. The pitcher tried to come back with the same pitch, but missed his spot and I unloaded a screaming mimi more than 450 feet to rightcenterfield. I begged out of the game after that.<br /> <br /> Over the course of all this, interview requests came flocking in, but I turned them down unless I would be allowed to do them during my athletics period and they would mention my band and link to our Facebook page. The ones who refused I didn’t talk to. I wouldn’t meet them after practice because I wanted to work on band stuff. Besides, I was only a junior.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> During our last game the first week of June, I homered three times and drove in eight runs while also making a diving catch of a drive in the gap. Again, about 2,000 people showed up. By that time, Red Sentinel had 15 songs nailed down for our set, about half a dozen covers to spice things up and we were completing and adding two tunes to our repetoire a day.. The renovations on our warehouse were finished, too, except for a studio I belatedly decided to create in it. We moved our gear into the rehearsal space, which made things a lot more comfortable at my house. Now I had to hire road crew and someone to do our sound and lights. In addition, we needed folks to work in our office once things really started happening.<br /> <br /> Valerie was a much improved guitarist, too, with all that concentrated work on her skills. She was well chuffed with herself and she had every right to be. <br /> <br /> The school year ending was such a blessing. I was named league, county and state High School Baseball Player of the Year and got a whole host of invitations to play for club teams during the summer, but I was more concerned with my band. We could now knock off our rehearsals at more reasonable hours and have more time for individual practice and songwriting. The ideas continued to surge through my mind

Supernatural Stories

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 08:21:08 UTC

Amber’s Ghost Pt. 1

[The following is a fictional story about a young girl named Amber and her experiences with the paranormal. All writings of this story are completely fantasy and do not portray any persons in real life. ]

For as long as I could remember I have seen things move on their own or heard things that didn’t appear to be there. Like one moment a cup would be in one spot then when I looked at it again it would be in another spot. Things like this only seemed to happen when I was alone.
I think it started when I was around five or six years old. Random objects moving short distances without anyone touching them. I would hear footsteps or doors opening on their own. On occasion I would even feel like there was someone touching me.

Around when I turned thirteen, puberty hit me. One night after I had finished having my first period I was lying in bed reading. It was a book I had to read for school and I preferred to finish those kinds of assignments earlier rather than later. The book was flat on the bed and I was lying on my stomach, propping myself up with my elbows. The book was pretty good and I found myself getting really into it as I read, letting the rest of the world dim out in the background.

Everything was in complete silence until I heard the door creak. I quickly looked up from the book to check to see if someone was coming in. Of course no one was there though. The door was slightly open now where it had been mostly closed before. Stuff like that had been happening for years so I suppose I had just gotten used to it by now and easily went back to reading.

Every few minutes or so I moved my fingers to scratch an itch on my face. It felt like my hair was brushing along my skin so I kept pulling it back over my shoulders. As I continued to read it became more and more frequent until I had enough and got up. I grabbed a hair tie from my dresser and walked over to the mirror. I wasn’t much to look at back then. I had simply brown hair about shoulder length and matching eyes. I was pretty thin and my chest was flat while other girls at school had already started to develop.

I finished tying my hair into a ponytail and went back to get comfy on my bed again. This itching on my face seemed to have stopped after fixing my hair and I got back into reading again. Again my mind phased the world out as I read and again my concentration was broken by the feeling of something on my skin. I felt it on my neck this time, like something pressing again it. I moved my hand to rub at it only to feel it on the other side. With a sigh I got up again and went to the mirror.

Both sides of my neck had a small red mark now. As I leaned in closer to look I heard my door softly close. I spun around to look and it was in fact fully closed now.

“Hello?” I called out hoping one of my parents would respond.

I walked over and opened the door and looked out in the hall, but no one was there. I shut the door again and locked it this time even though my parents didn’t want me locking it. I got back into bed again and this time I rested sitting up against my pillows. It took longer this time, but I managed to get back into the book. After some time passed I felt the ‘itching’ on my face and neck again and kept rubbing at them. By now I figured I had probably been bitten by a mosquito or something.
With it getting late I closed the book and got up to use to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I readied my toothbrush and started brushing while looking at myself in the mirror. The buttons on my pajama top caught my eye and I looked down to see that the top three were unbuttoned. I thought back for a minute and I knew for sure that I had buttoned them all since I easily get cold. Once I finished brushing, I buttoned my top back and headed back to my room.

I laid down and got comfortable and even put the t.v on even though I normally didn’t watch it before bed. Before I turned it off I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the light in my face sometime in the middle of the night. My hands lazily felt around for the controller until I eventually sat up, not being able to find it. As I woke up more I felt a little chill and noticed the blankets were all at the foot of the bed. I was for the most part a very calm sleeper so I found it weird that I would have kicked them all down like that. As I went to lean forward to pull them back up I saw my top hanging and looked down. It was completely open, not a single button was still hooked. I quickly reached up and turned my lamp on, thinking that someone had come in and did this.

My normally little puffy nipples were hard and wet. I couldn’t believe how tensed up they looked. I had gotten used to weird stuff happening but this made me scared.

“Mom, Da-.”

I tried to call for my parents and when I opened my mouth I felt my tongue pulled forward and out of my mouth. It was stretched as far as it could go with the feeling of someone sucking on it. At the same time, another touching feeling was on both sides of my hips, like fingertips on my skin. The waistband of my pajama bottoms pulled out a little then my pants started to slide down. So much was happening so quickly that I froze up, unsure what to do. When I finally tried to move from the bed I felt something pin my arms to my sides and then my pants were quickly removed from my legs and tossed through the air. My tongue was still being held by something and I could feel it being sucked. Since I couldn’t speak I took a breath in and tried to scream. Just as I was about to, a pressure closed around my neck. It felt like a hand choking me. The air I managed to push out was barely a whisper, let alone a scream. The pressure loosened almost right away and I tried to scream again only to feel the pressure tighten once more. I tried again for a third time and that also ended the same way. Some tears were forming in my eyes now while I laid there, defeated.

My tongue was freed eventually, but I didn’t try to talk or scream. I could feel a wet sensation on my neck, like another tongue was licking me then I felt it sucking on my skin. The feeling moved down my body; kissing, sucking and even biting moving down my skin. A warm wetness covered over my right nipple and I watched as it pulled up against the air and felt it being sucked on. It was such a weird sensation. The feeling of the sucking changed back and forth from soft to hard over and over and it made me shiver some. When the sucking stopped, my nipple remained very hard. Even the flesh of my breast had risen some.

The sucking started on my left nipple next. Just like the right, it was pulled up firmly into a sucking sensation and once again it made me shiver some. It lasted about the same amount of time until everything seemed to stop. I felt my arms get released and I sat up to look around. I couldn’t help but to look at my nipples again. Both of them were so hard, standing away from my body like they were begging for more attention. The complete flatness of my chest was gone too. There was a slight curve to my breasts now, though probably not noticeable through a shirt.
I sat there for a few minutes trying to understand what happened. I kept trying to tell myself I was dreaming, but I know that I was awake. The thought of a ghost or something touching me like that.. I didn’t know what to think. I finally got up to get my bottoms which hand landed by my mirror. As I bent down to get them something grabbed me and held me in place. It felt like a hand was touching and rubbing my stomach then moving up to grab my breast. Those unseen fingers squeezed both of them and I could see the imprints of it in the mirror.

While my breasts continued to be squeezed I felt my right hand being moved by something. Instinctively I tried to pull away, but it had a strong hold on me. My hand was made to move to my front and slowly between my legs. All I could do was watch in the mirror. My breasts being grabbed and my own hand being forced to move. My fingers slid over my vagina and started to rub back and forth. My middle finger dipped inside of me and pushed in some then slid back out, covered in a little wetness. I tried even harder to pull away, but I couldn’t move at all. My wet middle finger curled back while my index and ring finger spread the skin of my labia open some. My own wet finger kept moving on its own and touched to my clit. The sensation made my hips move forward against the touch some.
I had never masturbated before and somehow my hand was expertly teasing my clit into a hard, aroused state. It kept rubbing and rubbing, gently, but quickly and it was on for several minutes. I was even unable to keep my hips from moving. Again my hand moved down between my legs and I could feel that I was even wetter there now. My hand pulled back and came up allowing me to see the wetness on my fingers. It moved higher and higher, stopping just over my shoulder.

I felt warmth close over my index finger, then sucking, like someone’s mouth was there. Then I felt my hand being moved toward my face. I tried to turn my head only to find that I still couldn’t move. My middle finger slipped through my lips and into my mouth. It moved across my tongue, making me taste myself. I didn’t really find it bad tasting, but it was still very weird and I was scared.

My breasts were released finally, only to feel the hands move to my hips. The pulled back on my some and another pressure made me bend forward. With my reflex, I reached forward and put my hands on the mirror for balance. I felt warmth close against my back and the slight pressure like someone was laying against me. My hips were pulled more, making me stand on my tip toes. Then someone knocked on my door.

“Amber?” I heard my mom call for me.

As soon as the door started to open, I felt everything stop and I was free to move. I quickly picked up my pants to cover my nudity.

“Everything okay in here… oh.” My mom just looked at me speechless for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I just heard some moving in here and I though you would be well asleep by now.”

“Oh no mom, I was just-“ I tried to answer, even though I wasn’t sure what I would say.

“It’s okay. I understand my little girl is growing up. We all have an interest to learn about our bodies at a certain age.”

At this point I was just about dressed again, just finishing up with the buttons on my top.

“I know you just had your first visit.” How did she know about the ghost? I thought to myself.

“All of us girls have to get it sooner or later and I know it can be scary or weird. So if you need to talk more about it or want to talk about sex, you can talk to me.”

“Oh no mom, it’s not like that.”

“Okay okay. Just make sure you get enough sleep for school.”

With a kiss to my cheek, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. When I woke up in the morning, I got right out of bed and went to the mirror. I quickly undid the buttons on my top and found my nipples to be back to their normal, soft puffy state. I put my hands against my breasts and even though my nipples were normal, I could feel they had still grown some. It was going to be a long day at school and even the thought of telling anyone about what had happened made me remember the feel of the pressure around my neck. It was going to be my secret, for now at least.

Supernatural Stories

Thu, 25 Jun 2015 14:13:42 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 68

The jam Saturday was fun. Thin Lizzy, UFO, Scorpions, Iron Maiden, Motorhead, Girlschool, Aerosmith, we were at it for close to four hours covering songs we both liked. I taught her how to play Heart’s &quot;Barracuda&quot; and showed her a couple of little Yngwie Malmsteen licks she could work on at home. I also lectured her for a few minutes on what I termed &quot;belligerent showing off.&quot; That is, being aggressive with what you do&nbsp; and ramming it into everybody’s faces because an audience likes that kind of confidence. Of course, there is also kind of a sexual thrill watching a good female guitar player. To a degree, a guy can understand how a girl feels when she’s watching a typical all male band when he gets off on seeing a woman kicking ass on a Strat, especially if she’s attractive. <br /> <br /> Sunday, I visited a batting cage in another part of the county and hit for a couple of hours to try to stay sharp.<br /> <br /> Monday, I had a visit with the girls who had their gym class the same period I did. Being able to cook well was becoming my ace in the hole since girls weren’t used to guys doing that for them. I asked Debbie Marcus, a 5’3&quot; 14 year old auburn haired honey, to have dinner with me that night. Unfortunately, her parents weren’t allowing her to date for another year. &quot;So how about you, Courtney?&quot; I said to the 5’6&quot; dark brown haired sweetheart of a girl. She had a slim frame and legs, but C cup tits that really jutted out. She laughed the easiest of any girl I ever met before or since. She giggled her consent and I told her to be ready before six. She lived in another town that was nonetheless inside my high school’s boundary. <br /> <br /> I went to the supermarket after school to pick up a few things both for the meal and for me. I was in the produce aisle when I saw this woman in her mid-30’s staring at me. Just to get a rise out of her, I walked by her and said &quot;hi.&quot; &quot;Hey handsome,&quot; she replied coquettishly. I backed my ass up and introduced myself. Her name was Cara and she was a childless divorcee. She asked me if I wanted to go for coffee and I had to admit that I already had a date that night. She never asked me how old I was. Total cougar out on the prowl. I got her phone number and promised to call her. I finished my shopping and went home to do some prep for dinner. <br /> <br /> Things went off without a hitch and the quality of the meal really made an impression on Courtney. I urged her to join me on the couch&nbsp; She giggled her approval and sat next to me. While we talked I began gently stroking her left chick with the back of my righthand and expressed how beautiful I thought her eyes and laugh were, which was the truth. &quot;Your eyes just seem to sparkle, which tells me that you’re just a really nice girl,&quot; I flattered. She blushed because she knew I was hitting on her but was nonetheless flustered in formulating a response. I upped the ante by stating that I might have to write a song about her. I actually later did, though I didn’t use her name in it. <br /> <br /> I eventually got my left arm around her and we kissed for a fair amount of time as I cradled her body in my arms. My hand slithered under her sweater top, where I parted the hooks of her bra and felt her up. I pulled the bra and sweater off and got a gander at her sweet tear drop shaped gazongas. She giggled yet again when I groped them but moaned when I got into some real sincere suckling her pinkish nipples. I glided my righthand up her right thigh and attempted to insert it into her panties, but she put up the stop sign. So I rubbed her clit over her panties and pantyhose as she held my head against her chest.&nbsp; Her moaning intensified and this time she allowed my hand to crawl as far as her vulva, where I resumed bringing very pleasurable friction to her nubbin. She had a lot of pubic hair down there and I wondered if she had the wild and free 70’s porno bush happening. <br /> <br /> She was panting now and I hastened the pace of the rubbing motion I exerted on her clit, which boosted her to the height of ecstasy. I pulled my fingers out of her crotch and wrapped her back in my arms, kissing her hard and spinning my tongue around hers deep in her mouth. &quot;Come on babe, we’re going to bed,&quot; I proclaimed and like I did with Andrea, I slung her over my shoulder and transported her upstairs to my bed, carefully lowering her on to it. &quot;Clint, this is going faster than I want right now,&quot; she declared. &quot;It’s cool babe. I really like you, so we can just kick back together for a while if you’re into that.&quot; &quot;I’d like that, too,&quot; she agreed and I sat up against the headboard and had her scoot in in front of me, whereupon I encircled her with my arms. We flirted, kissed and joked around for a couple of hours&nbsp; before I took her home. Naturally, when I returned to my house, I wacked off like a champ.<br /> <br /> Tuesday after school, I called Cara and, while chatting about nothing in particular, I asked her if she wanted to get together that night for sex. She hesitated then answered affirmatively, which made me wonder how long it had been since she’d had a good rutting. &quot;God, probably more than a year,&quot; she estimated. If she had said no to me, I would have just blown her off. I got her address and made plans to meet her at seven.<br /> <br /> Cara was presentable. She was probably 5’4&quot; and 120-130 pounds with D cups and short brown hair. When I talked to her at the supermarket, she looked at me like a lot of the girls at school did. I was planning on giving her a whirlwind screwing and using her as a cum receptacle. To her, I was mainly boy candy and so would be using me to reconfirm her attractiveness.<br /> <br /> I rolled up to&nbsp; her place right on time and she greeted me at the door wearing a hot little black teddy, black stockings and high heels. I crossed the threshold and immediately grabbed her, laid a passionate, invasive kiss on her, slung her over my shoulder and told her to point out where her bedroom was. She squealed as I hefted her into her bed and I landed on top of her when her back hit the mattress.I unzipped her teddy and pulled it off of her,&nbsp; her heavy mammaries bobbing out. I gently pulled her shoes and pantyhose off, exposing her bushy twat. While I kissed her again, I rolled her around the bed. I stood up and peeled all of my clothes off and jumped right back on her, crashing my mouth on to her right nipple and lustily licking and sucking it. &quot;Ohhhhhhh yeah baby,&quot; she whimpered. I staged an oral beatdown of her milk ducts and it drew vocal plaudits from her. I kissed my way down her soft belly and dove headlong into her underbrush, my tongue finding her button in that haystack and givingt it what for for the next 45 minutes, resulting in her being rendered that special kind of high from all the orgasms I induced in her and her juices permeating my taste buds. <br /> <br /> I rotated her body so that she was on her stomach and I pinned her upper back down with my chest while my righthand grabbed my cock and forced it in to her hallowed hall. &quot;Oh fuck that feels good!&quot; she testified as I savagely stabbed her cunt with my spike over and over. Her ardor ramped up quickly and she was thrashing under me while the sensations within her accumulated and steered her closer to climax. I &quot;You like this cock bitch?&quot; I snarled. &quot;Oh God yes!&quot; she praised. &quot;You want me to keep giving it to you?&quot; &quot;Oh yes!&quot; &quot;Well, tell me then!&quot; &quot;I want you to keep giving me your cock!&quot; she panted and the flood gates of her passion opened and her nails dug into her pillow as the orgasm poured a torrential tide of pleasure into her. I kept on humping her vigorously seeking my own release while she welcomed several more peaks of pleasure before I streamed my manjuice throughout her vaginal cavity. <br /> <br /> &quot;God, I haven’t had a hard fuck in so long,&quot; she lamented as she propped herself on my right shoulder. &quot;You have the perfect body for it, babe, nice and soft,&quot; I smiled. She giggled at that line. I then made an excuse to leave. She still had no idea that she just had sex with a 16 year old. The only thing I had told her about myself was that I was a musician. <br /> <br /> Having vented my balls, I went to school Wednesday very relaxed.&nbsp; I invited Valerie over for a jam both that day and Thursday. She said she was practicing a minimum four hours a day, which I hoped was true. Unfortunately, a lot of the responses I was getting from my musicians wanted ads were completely pathetic. I really wanted to have something getting off the ground by the time baseball season arrived, but it certainly didn’t look like I was going to reach that target at that point. <br />

Supernatural Stories

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 08:24:29 UTC

My Boner Against the World

<p class="MsoNormal">Hello, my name is John Logan, I have super powers. I started out as a villain, using my powers of invisibility to spy on girls in the showers and even one time my mom who was going at it lesbian style with my to-be girlfriend, but I never thought of myself as a villain, I was just sexually frustrated and needed some relief. My relief came when I finally had sex with Melody, my girlfriend, after that I didn&rsquo;t have to peep on girls anymore, I just needed her, sure we did use my powers for evil but that was just because, and in the end I brought the whole school together by accidentally causing a massive school orgy. My life was complete, I had the girl, I had a life and I was happy&hellip; until I met my twin brother Theodore, he told me about a secret organization and how a bunch of bad guys were coming after us and about our sister Samantha. After we saved our sister we joined the secret organization to battle against the evil known as Sarco (the leader of the bad guys). I was happy gaining a family, and I was fine with fighting evil, but then Melody was kidnapped by my old friend Jenkins who somehow got super powers and joined Sarco as one of his minions. My life had changed again and I was forced onto the road of the hero, I would save Melody even if it killed me.</p> <p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center">***</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John looked out the window of the helicopter he was in. Thirty other choppers buzzed near his, each carrying about twenty armed soldiers ready for battle. John looked away from the window and stared down the long line of soldiers he was put in command of, he was half expecting see Sam and Theo with him, but they each had their own helicopter full of soldiers. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly John&rsquo;s radio switched on and a loud voice buzzed into his head, through the ear piece &ldquo;Attention, this is Captain Gordon Chase, our ETA is 5 minutes to the LZ, prepare to kick some ass!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;You heard that guy&hellip; who I know. Lock and load or whatever&hellip;&rdquo; John yelled, his voice trailing off as he noticed his unit staring at him. &ldquo;You know&hellip; Let&rsquo;s kick some ass and get some pussy!!!&rdquo; I&rsquo;m never going to say that again, thought John.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ya!!!!&rdquo; all the soldiers yelled back at him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The helicopters zoomed low over the jungle trees, Sarco&rsquo;s mountain which housed his evil base, located in it&rsquo;s large cave. The mountain was a tall spire of beige desert rock that stuck out like a sore thumb up against the rich greens of the jungle. Suddenly the helicopter had touched down in a small clearing near the mountain. The other helicopters were spread out around it, they were all to meet at the giant cave entrance on the north side of the mountain before starting the assault. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">John followed the twenty scary looking soldiers as they carefully made their way to the clearing around the mountain. The cave was insight. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;What are we waiting for?&rdquo; asked John looking at his soldiers anxiously.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;We have to wait for the others before moving in sir.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Oh, ok&hellip; I&rsquo;m just gonna go on ahead.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John suddenly stood up and walked out into the open. The enormousness of the mountain suddenly hit him as he walked towards the cave and away from his freaking out soldiers. The mountain reminded him of a penis, in fact this mountain was called the world dick by the local natives. John spun around quickly, hearing screams of terror coming from where his men were. He watched horrified as his men ran out into the open, each on fire. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Oh my god! Oh my God! Oh my God!&rdquo; John said over and over, running around in circles, panicking as he watched all of his men die. &ldquo;What do I do!? What Do I do?!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!&rdquo; Cried a haunting and echoing voice of a young woman. &ldquo;My name is Veronica.&rdquo; Said a young fiery red headed woman, wearing a women&rsquo;s suit that had a tight skirt. She had voluptuous big breasts, long curly hair and an evil, bitchy smile. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m just your ordinary sexy office red head&hellip; with super powers of course, but I like to think I have more to offer.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ya?! Well I&rsquo;m just pissed off and looking for revenge&hellip; and my girlfriend back, please!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ha!! Well you&rsquo;ll have to get through me first.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John stared her down, she had a wicked smile that John wanted to fuck off of her, he hadn&rsquo;t had sex in while, with his girlfriend gone and all. Suddenly her beet red hair started to get bright, like a light had been switched on underneath it. Suddenly it burst into flames. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;haaaaaaa!!!&rdquo; She screamed as she grabbed her hair and through a large wave of fire towards him. John dove to the side, dodging the blast of fire. Suddenly John disappeared, clothing and all. John had only recently been granted full control over his ability to change people&rsquo;s perceptions of reality about him, but he realized that his powers were much stronger when he had an erection, which he had. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Where the fuck did you go?!&rdquo; She screamed before throwing more fire, scorching the ground around her. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m behind you.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;ahh!!&rdquo; She squealed, feeling his hands suddenly press against her breasts. She elbowed him hard and jumped away. She spun around and shot another blast of fire</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Now I&rsquo;m over here and it&rsquo;s my turn.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John suddenly appeared next to her, she turned to face him. John extended his arm to the side and made a fist. Suddenly his fist became the size of a small mountain.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;What?! I thought your power was invisibility.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I can do far more than that. Hey wait, you look familiar, you know I met someone like you once before, what was her name?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /> &ldquo;Her name was Martha, aka the Disco Ball Ice Princess and I&rsquo;m her sister&hellip; Ahhhhhhhh!!!&rdquo; She screamed as the mountain sized fist crashed against her body. She fell over unconscious thinking her whole body had exploded from the impact, when in reality John had just ran over and punched in the face.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;And now I&rsquo;m gonna fuck you like I did your sister.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John turned her over onto her back, and was feeling up her tightly contained breasts through the thick material of her women&rsquo;s suit. Her red hair was a mess. John&rsquo;s other hand reached up her skirt and began rubbing her warm and wet pussy through the soft material of her panties. John suddenly tore open her jacket and started feeling up her breasts again. She had a pink silk blouse covering her bare tits. John pulled her panties down her legs and through them away, his hand quickly darted back and he began sliding his middle finger in and out of her. John could feel her orgasm growing from the slight twitches her body made. He could hear a light moan escape her lips. John pulled his finger from her pussy, stood up and dropped his pants and underwear, his cock was rock hard. He reached down and violently pulled her skirt off of her. Her eyes opened as she came back to her senses.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;What the fuck are you doing to me, you pervert!!!?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John suddenly Jumped on top of her and rammed his dick deep into her pussy, it was the hottest pussy he had ever felt. She cried out in pain and lust, her tight pussy had expanded to its limits from his invading cock. He held down her arms as he continued to ram in and out of her. He caused her to scream again when he started sucking on her nipples, giving each one a good 30 seconds before switching. John pulled his head away from her as he felt his orgasm approaching. He looked down at her squirming body. She stopped squirming and looked back into his eyes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly John pulled his dick from her, grabbed her by the hips and violently spun her around onto her front. Her tits pressed against the hot sand, but she didn&rsquo;t notice. John suddenly plunged his dick into her tight ass hole. She screamed out pain until she felt him cumming, filling her ass hole with his hot jizz. She passed out on the ground and started to shake violently. Suddenly her hair egnigted into flames. John pulled out of her and stepped back watching shocked as she suddenly exploded into a puff of black smoke. John through his pants back on and started off into the cave to save Melody.</p> <p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center">***</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Where the hell is John?!&rdquo; asked Theodore as he looked into the black cave ahead of them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I checked those dead soldiers over there, the dog tags matched the one&rsquo;s from his unit.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Theodore! You don&rsquo;t think he actually went ahead do you?!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;His name is John fucking Logan, what do you think?!&rdquo; Theodore said sharply as he lead his men towards the cave, followed closely behind by Samantha and her unit. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Shouldn&rsquo;t we wait for everyone else?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Not if you want to find John alive.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Lead on sir, we understand needing to save your brother, we&rsquo;re all willing to die today.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Theodore stared blankly towards the menacing cave entrance, &ldquo;Okay, lets go.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To Be Continued.</p>

Supernatural Stories

Thu, 09 Aug 2012 15:18:24 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 67

Thanks to Vishnu, the tunes just kept coming into my head and I wrote two more after Desiree departed and recorded rough arrangements of them. <br /> <br /> The next day at school, Desiree was with her friends and I just walked right up to her and gave her a hug before introducing myself to everybody else. My eyes were immediately captured by this little hispanic chick, Marta Salgado, who was about 5’2&quot; and 100 pounds with nice C cups and slim legs. She made googley eyes at me, too, but so did the other girls. So when the bell rang and everybody went their separate ways, I told her I wanted to have dinner with her at my place Friday night. She accepted and I started thinking about what I was going to make for her. I went to the store after school to get what I needed for it and then jammed the rest of the night away. <br /> <br /> Friday, I picked her up at six and brought her to my house. Now the thing about hispanic chicks is that they’re really bubbly, super nice and exceedingly cute. She loved the fact that I cooked for her, liked it even more that it was delicious and dug it when I brought my acoustic guitar out and sang her a couple of Bruce Springsteen songs, &quot;Thunder Road&quot; and &quot;Badlands.&quot; We kibitzed for a while and then I started kissing her. She wouldn’t let me get any farther than that, though. That was fine. It was still a fun night and I didn’t spend any real money on her. <br /> <br /> Saturday and Sunday, I devoted myself to music, learning and writing songs and ordering cds. Monday, I took my Taylor acoustic to school and, when I went out to lunch, I sat on the grass near the quad while leaning against a tree and started playing for myself. Within about five minutes, the girls in the new clique I had begun hanging out with flocked around me. They wanted me to play them something, so I did Fleetwood Mac’s &quot;Never Going Back Again.&quot; One of the girls, Trish Martin, actually asked me if I wrote it. What a dummy! So I introduced the next song, Jim Croce’s &quot;Operator.&quot; I decided to do something they probably actually knew, Green Day’s &quot;Good Riddance.&quot; Dire Straits’ &quot;Sultans of Swing&quot; was next on my hit parade and I followed that with Dylan’s &quot;Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright&quot; and Cat Stevens’ &quot;Peace Train.&quot; My throat was drying up by then, so I went into Mason Williams’ &quot;Classical Gas&quot; and was rocking away on that until the bell rang. <br /> <br /> When I got home, I put ads on some musician’s sites and in Music Connection seeking people to play in my band, which I decided to call Red Sentinel. I just hoped I wasn’t going to have to sift through a passel of incompetents, flakes and druggies to find people who I could work with. <br /> <br /> Tuesday was interesting. I was coming out of gym class and walking across the quad when I saw this lanky strawberry blonde who was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt staring at me. &quot;Oh, I’ll have a bit of that,&quot; I thought to myself. The thing was I didn’t have to approach her, she was walking up to me! Cool! I thought this would be the easiest pull ever!&nbsp; &quot;Hey, you’re the bloke with the Les Paul, ain’t ya?&quot; &quot;Yep, guilty!&quot; I confessed. She was speaking with a British accent and I was impressed that she knew what model of guitar I was playing. &quot;Are you in a band?&quot; &quot;Nah. I just moved here and I’m actually looking for people to play with,&quot; I answered. &quot;What kind of music are you into?&quot; &quot;Well, the material I write is mostly neo-classical metal.&quot; &quot;Oh, you mean like Nightwish?&quot; &quot;I love Nightwish, but it’s a little more intricate than what they do. It’s more like Stratovarius with a bit of a chamber music influence.&quot; &quot;I think I might quite fancy that,&quot; she enthused. &quot;Would you like to have a bit of a jam?&quot; This last question really threw me. First, I wasn’t expecting her to be a musician and, secondly, if she sucked it was going to bite to tell her that since I really wanted to invade her panties. Facially, she had a little bit of a Shirley Manson thing going on. &quot;What do you play?&quot; I inquired. &quot;Strats,&quot; she averred, though that wasn’t what I intended to ask her. So she was obviously a guitarist. <br /> <br /> I was running out of time to get to class. We exchanged cellphone numbers and agreed to meet in the quad after school. That would give me more of a basis to determine whether Valerie, that was her name, would mesh with me or I would have to send her off. So I sat on a planter after sixth period ended waiting for her. A couple minutes later, she strolled up to me. I told her to have a seat. &quot;Tell me about yourself,&quot; I directed. Her parents were from Birmingham, England, but her dad moved to London to work for British Airways. Six years ago, he decided to pull up stakes and move his family to Southern California to work for Southwest since it was a chance to enjoy the California lifestyle. <br /> <br /> Her father had been a mad Iron Maiden fan and met his wife at one of their shows when he was in college. Therefore, Valerie got exposed to a lot of that band’s music growing up. However, what got her playing guitar wasn’t Maiden, but Kelly Johnson, the late guitarist of the all female band Girlschool. &quot;My dad was gutted when she died of spinal cancer because he had been a fan of her band back in the 1980’s. I didn’t know who she was, so I looked Girlschool up on You Tube and I was knocked for six by the ferocity of her playing. It also demonstrated to me that the girls could keep up with the lads musically and so I asked dad to get me a guitar. I had lessons for a couple of years and then taught myself ever since,&quot; she disclosed. She graduated from a Squier to a used black Fender Strat and then her dad bought her a white Jeff Beck signature model Strat and a Marshall 50 watt half stack. &quot;He’s quite chuffed to see me playing music he likes and not going for the typical stuff girls listen to these days,&quot; she giggled. &quot;He calls me his little rockstar.&quot; <br /> <br /> I thought that was pretty cool since I had been a fan of Kelly and Girlschool, too. I agreed to jam with Valerie. I told her she could use one of my Strats and a Marshall stack I had at my house. We took my car there and, after tuning up and waiting a few minutes for the power tubes in our amp heads to warm up, we went into Maiden’s &quot;Number of the Beast.&quot; I took the first solo and she performed the second and did a credible job. I urged her to be more aggressive. We then played &quot;Wrathchild,&quot; also by Maiden and I had her do the lead breaks, which weren’t that technically difficult. She wanted to do &quot;Revelations.&quot; I was impressed by that because of the tempo and textural changes in the song. She took the Dave Murray part and I did Adrian Smith’s. She had a couple slight muffs, but otherwise did pretty well. <br /> <br /> Now it was time to&nbsp; step it up a notch and I did the intro from Yngwie Malmsteen’s &quot;Far Beyond the Sun.&quot; &quot;Woah, sorry, but I’m total crap when it comes to Yngwie stuff,&quot; she stated. &quot;It’s cool. If we form a band, you can do the rhythm guitar bits on the more difficult stuff,&quot; I consoled. We played a few more 80’s metal tunes, including Metallica’s &quot;Seek and Destroy.&quot; I sat down with her and explained to her where she needed to improve and wrote out some exercises she could do to improve her speed and accuracy and so she could learn how to sweep pick. I also told her to learn Stratovarius’ &quot;Speed of Light&quot; since it would really push her ability in the direction I wanted. However, I also figured it would take her a couple of months, best case scenario, for her to begin to get any kind of grasp on it and that was if she practiced for at least 4-5 hours a day. This would be a test of how much she wanted it. I also couldn’t sleep with her because if she ended up in my band it would queer the whole relationship between us and the rest of the members. <br /> <br /> Wednesday, I was hanging out in the aforementioned gym class before it started. I was talking to some guys I had gotten friendly with when I noticed a group of girls looking at me, giggling and averting their eyes whenever I caught them. I excused myself from the dude circle and walked over to where the chicks were. There were four of them and they were sophomores and freshmen. They were all flipping their hair back, holding my gaze when they talked and subconsciously smiling a lot, which meant that they were hooked. I had to go join my class a couple minutes later,&nbsp; but I made a mental note to revisit them at a future point in time. <br /> <br /> However, I did have somebody in my bed that night. Desiree had blabbed to the other girls about how good a cook I was and what a great time she had in the sack with me. That made Andrea Flett, a 5’7&quot; brunette with pouty lips, a slim and nicely defined figure and large B’s/small C cups rather interested in me. Thus, I invited her over for dinner, which she loved. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that interesting as a person, only as a piece of ass. While we talked at my dining room table, I got up, went around to her side, picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the livingroom. That made her laugh and, as soon as I put her down, I was all over her, kissing and hugging her. She was responding nicely to that and I unzipped the back of the red wine colored one piece mini dress she was wearing and pulled&nbsp; it down to her belly. I then disattached her bra, clasps and chucked that harness to the floor. She had her hands up my t-shirt and pulled it off of me. I resumed kissing her as the darkness of the encroaching evening was enveloping us, my mouth trailing down to her neck and, eventually, to her plump round tits. As I sucked on her reddish nipples, I slid my righthand up her right thigh and into her white lace panties, her wetness lubricating my hand as it rubbed her clit.<br /> <br /> I slung her over my shoulder and hauled her upstairs to my bedroom. I gently lowered her on to the bed and yanked her shoes and dress off of her and did the same with her panties. I lost my shoes, socks, boxers and pants and proceeded to eat her pussy, my taste buds absorbing every last drop of juice I could elicit from her cunt before I concentrated on her clit, bestowing climax after climax on her. I jammed my dick into her without objection and she sighed contentedly as I did so. I didn’t feel anything special here. This was just a fuck to me and I reamed her for my own pleasure. She was getting off on it, too, and she came with a vengeance when I started pounding it into her like a frenzied animal. My deep grunts and her higher pitched moans created a kind of obscene harmony while my trenching tool dug into her gash repeatedly, causing her to leave marks in my back and biceps with her fingernails. I inundated her love canal with my effluent and then,&nbsp; my balls now vented, I wanted to kick her out of the house. Nonetheless, I cuddled her for a while and made rather forced conversation before I finally said that I had some music stuff to do before I went to bed.<br /> <br /> The next morning before school, she was being a pain in the ass about it by asking me what we would do if she got pregnant. &quot;You’re not going to, Andrea. I knew a long time ago I didn’t want kids, so I had a vasectomy.&quot; That lie cut that bit of drama off at the knees. <br /> <br /> I met with Valerie at lunch to ask her how her playing was coming along. As I expected, the lessons and the song I had her take on were proving quite a challenge. I preached patience, that it would all come in due time as long as she practiced with correct technique. She also wanted to jam Saturday and I was definitely up for that. <br /> <br /> Friday, though, I asked Desiree if she wanted to get together at my place again and she received the invitation positively. I drilled her silly that night after we ate dinner. Definitely a nice way to begin a weekend. <br />

Supernatural Stories

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 01:25:59 UTC

My Pussy Controls you – Part 5

<p class="MsoNormal">My Pussy Controls You &ndash; Part 5 (Finale)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John, Theodore and Samantha Logan have trained, fought and have even had sex, to prepare for a battle that will change the world. The war is between Sarco the Snake Man and his army of sexual super power freaks Vs. John, Theodore and Samantha Logan, with the help of a secret government organisation lead by Captain Gordon Chase and his army of agents, Military forces and especial agent Elizabeth Michaels. But before this war will take place our heroes must say goodbye to their loved ones. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">John and Samantha are headed back to Small Town America, while Theodore is headed to Los Angeles. Theodore dropped John and Samantha off in Small Town before heading back to Los Angeles to see his girlfriend Sara, all while in a time vortex. Theodore walked up the steps to his school. Birds stared at him frozen in the sky. Theodore still hadn&rsquo;t become used to the perfect silence of being alone in a time vortex. He was alone with his steps. He opened the doors to Freemont High and walked in. He was met with a frozen crowd of high school kids on their ways out for the day. He saw Sara deep in the mess of students. He walked up to her passing frozen students. Her face seemed sad and lost. He grabbed her hand gently, closed his eyes and pulled her into the time vortex. Suddenly he felt lips pressed against his.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I thought you were dead.&rdquo; Sara said as she pulled away.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I told you I&rsquo;d come back didn&rsquo;t I?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I waited! Days went by and I heard nothing from you!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry Sara.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her Lip quivered as she stared up into his blue eyes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;There is one more thing&hellip;&rdquo; As Theodore explained his joining of the war, to protect his siblings and the world, her face became expressionless, no happiness and no sadness could be seen, just a cold emptiness.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Theo baby, I think this is goodbye.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Sara&hellip; I love you!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t love me if you have to go.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m coming back Sara!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sara sat down on the floor in the middle of a crowd of people. She spread her legs and lifted her plaid school girl skirt. &ldquo;You might die, and even if you don&rsquo;t this is the last time you get to fuck me.&rdquo; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">She pulled her panties down her legs and threw them on a jocks head. Theodore chuckled at her actions before he swallowed hard, holding back tears and words he wish he had. Theodore started pulling off his clothes slowly, until he stood naked before the petit, blonde school girl at his mercy. He knelt down and pushed his semi-hard dick into her pussy. He got hard inside her and she got wet with him there. He pushed her body down as he groped her large breasts. Their thighs slapped together as he pounded her on the dirty high school floor. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Faster.&rdquo; She said with little emotion breathlessly moaning.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Theodore fought back against his welling tears. Sara suddenly pushed Theodore off of her. Theodore sat back as she took his whole cock into her mouth. She supressed her gag reflex perfectly as he thrust down her throat. Theodore gasped deeply as he let go. Cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, as tears ran down her rosy cheeks. She pulled away allowing his soft cock to fall free. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Theodore grabbed her by the hips as he kissed her neck. He suddenly stuck his middle finger up her pussy, simultaneously massaging her clit with his thumb. She gasped loudly as her body quivered slightly. He brought his head to her chest and began sucking on her big tits. She began moaning, her sadness faded as she suddenly orgasm&rsquo;d. Her juices ran down her wobbling legs. Suddenly Theodore disappeared into a time vortex, vanishing before her eyes. She dropped to the ground walloping in her sadness as the world around her became real again. </p> <p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center">***</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Samantha was it?&rdquo; John&rsquo;s mother squeaked with excitement. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s so nice to meet one John&rsquo;s siblings!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Mom take it easy, she loves food by the way.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Great I just made a giant stack of Flap jacks!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ha.&rdquo; John chuckled to himself at the word, flapjack.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Do you guys have real maple syrup?&rdquo; Asked Samantha, her warm and ecstatic smile taking over her face. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Nothings more real than aunt Jemima&rsquo;s maple syrup brand.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha cringed at hearing of aunt Jemima&rsquo;s maple syrup brand, but she quickly and politely replaced it with a blank expression. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">They were quickly sitting down at the table munching away on huge stacks of fluffy pancakes, each drowned in butter and copious amounts average store brand maple syrup. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Hey Sam? Did you know one time me and my mom had sex?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha chocked down her food as her cheeks became ass slapping red. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Pardon?&rdquo; She said trying not to show her shock.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ya, me and my girlfriend fucked her. Then one day my step dad came home and saw her giving me head and kicked me out of the house.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;That was the final straw for me! I left a few days later and using my savings from a series of erotic novels I wrote in secret, I bought this place. It&rsquo;s just a cosy little mansion at the edge of town. Speaking of which, John, could you fuck me right now, it is a special occasion and all.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ya sure.&rdquo; John said as he stood up, throwing his pants and underwear to the ground and then stepping out of them. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Um, should I&hellip;&rdquo; Samantha suddenly stopped talking as John inserted himself into his mother&rsquo;s soaking vagina.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alexandra moaned wildly as her son boned her hard against the chair. Samantha watched intently, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. John pulled his mom&rsquo;s dress over her head and threw it on the floor. She was completely naked. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust. Samantha&rsquo;s hand slid into her jeans to her wet pussy. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Hey! You started the party without me?!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Melody!!!&rdquo; John exclaimed before putting his attention back to his mother.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Hi, I&rsquo;m John&rsquo;s girlfriend, Melody.&rdquo; She said casually to Samantha. &ldquo;You must be John&rsquo;s sister; it&rsquo;s nice to meet you.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Like wise&hellip;&rdquo; Samantha stuttered, feeling embarrassed and confused about the situation.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Hey why don&rsquo;t we head up stairs, and get better acquainted?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Sure.&rdquo; Samantha pulled her hand from her jeans and follow Melody up stairs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John continued to nail his mom in a chair at the table. Alexandra threw her head back in ecstasy; the chair suddenly fell back with a crash.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Oh, My! Dear you really did miss me after all!&rdquo; She exclaimed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John slid her across the slippery ceramic floor, until they hit the cupboards. She sat up and spread her legs. He was sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy at light speed. Her hips rattled and shook against the drawers. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Oh! My!&rdquo; She screamed as her body began to shake, orgasming intensely.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back up stairs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As soon as Samantha walked into the room, Melody threw the door shut. Without saying anything Melody and Samantha embraced, kissing deeply. Their tongues swirled and danced. Melody pulled away.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I like fucking hot girls! Especially when they’re my boyfriend&rsquo;s sister.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I like fucking too.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Oh, wow! We have so much in common!&rdquo; Melody said as she threw Samantha onto the bed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They tore each other&rsquo;s clothing off as they kissed wildly. Melody moaned with lust. Suddenly the door burst open. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I hope you don&rsquo;t mind I invited a few friends.&rdquo; Said Melody before returning to her meal.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jane and Missy walked in, pulling off their cloths before joining the two naked girls on the bed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;They&rsquo;re just here for another lesson; it&rsquo;s just me and you today.&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Melody forced two fingers into Samantha&rsquo;s wet pussy as she forced her down with her other hand. Jane and Missy both sat on their knees, rubbing their pussy gently as they watched their master work. Melody&rsquo;s tongue danced ferociously on Samantha&rsquo;s swollen clit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;AHhhhhh!!!&rdquo; Samantha screamed as she squirted hard. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Melody pulled away shaking her head and hair, pussy juices sprayed off of her. Jane and Missy squealed as they were covered too. Samantha in a daze grabbed Melody and threw down. She suddenly thrust her whole fist inside Melody and started twisting and thrusting wildly. Melody screamed as mini orgasms rattled through her body. Her B-cup breasts gyrated with her body. It took only seconds as she too showered Samantha with cum.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Both girls laid on the bed exhausted, lying across from each other on the large bed. Before either could react Jane and Missy were giving the girls head. Sucking and licking and moaning intensely. Savouring the bittersweet taste, with lust. Jane suddenly jammed her finger up Melody&rsquo;s ass causing her to grunt loudly. Missy followed Jane&rsquo;s lead and plunged her thumb up Samantha&rsquo;s. The two girls cried out as their bodies reached another orgasm. Jane and Missy jumped to the side as they rubbed the sensitive and swollen clits fast. Pussy juices showered out. Melody and Samantha screamed as they were covered with each other&rsquo;s warm cum. The door swung open again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Did I miss it?!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>Asked John with his hard cock in his hand.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Not&hellip; At&hellip; All&hellip;&rdquo; Melody said catching her breath. &ldquo;I can still go on.&rdquo; Melody said before passing out from exhaustion. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jane and Missy looked at each other. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ll help you out!&rdquo; They said together.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Missy climbed off of the bed and stuck her ass out for John, holding herself up with her arms on the bed. John walked behind her and pressed the head of his dick into her super tight lesbian pussy. He suddenly pushed in and her firm walls slowly expanded. She sighed deeply as her first penis entered her. Jane brought her wet pussy up to Missy&rsquo;s opened and moaning mouth. Missy stuck her tongue between Jane&rsquo;s wet pussy lips. Her body was pushed forward with every thrust John made, forcing her tongue deeper into Jane&rsquo;s hot vagina.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They all moaned loudly together. Samantha and Melody suddenly woke up and watched. John felt himself reaching his limit for the second time that day. He pulled out of her as she squirted on his legs. He ran up to Melody and shot his load all over her B-cup tits.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I like my life.&rdquo; John said casually as he caught his breath. Everyone burst into laughter at his remark. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Ahhhhhh!!!&rdquo; They all stopped, hearing the blood curdling scream from Alexandra. John dashed out of the room naked. He flew down the stairs, landing with a crash. He ran into the kitchen to find his mom being struck to the ground by none other than Jenkins.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;John! It&rsquo;s been a while how have you been?!&rdquo; Jenkins asked enthusiastically, his painful wheeze only worsened with time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t say I&rsquo;ve been that bad, you?!&rdquo;<span>&nbsp; </span>John was serious, ready to kill his old friend.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;A shame, really is, I&rsquo;ve been pretty good myself. I&rsquo;ve joined up with a group of freaks like you, lead by a man named Sarco, you know him?&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alexandra whined into a cry, naked and bruised on the floor.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Jenkins, I&rsquo;m sorry I embarrassed you and fucked your girlfriend/teacher, but you&rsquo;ve crossed the line and now I&rsquo;ve got to kick your ass!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John ran at Jenkins.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;Kick my ass?!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly John was sent flying back into the wall, plaster crumbled down as he fell to the floor, leaving a giant hole in the wall. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;What the fuck?!&rdquo; </p> <p class="MsoNormal">John looked up at Jenkins, a humongous 5 foot dick swung from his body like a snake. It suddenly shot out of his body increasing in length. It smacked John in the chest hard, forcing him into the wall. John was knocked unconscious as he fell to the floor. He heard his mother scream as she was struck again. He faded in and out of consciousness, hearing the screams of the girls up stairs. He couldn&rsquo;t do anything to help them, only hope.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John awoke a few hours later, lying on the couch, his mom had an ice pack to his head, and he was covered in bandages. He looked around the room, everyone was crying.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&ldquo;John! I&rsquo;m sorry!!&rdquo; Samantha began crying too. &ldquo;He took her, he took Melody! There was nothing I could do!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">John felt his heart beat stop, timed slowed as those words crawled through his ears. A tear ran down his face. He suddenly stood up, still naked, pushing his mom away. &ldquo;Call the Captain; we&rsquo;re going to war a little early!&rdquo;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To Be Continued.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Logan&rsquo;s will return in: My Boner Against the World</p>

Supernatural Stories

Fri, 08 Jun 2012 07:37:37 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 66

I sat down in my first period beginning Spanish class and every girl’s eyes in the room were riveted on me until I caught their eyes. Then they averted them. And the same thing happened the rest of the day. <br /> <br /> My history teacher was the school’s varsity baseball coach and I went up to him after class to ask him about when tryouts would be held. This being September, it would still be six months before they would occur. I just wanted to make sure he knew about my interest. <br /> <br /> After school, I got online and ordered tens of thousands of dollars of musical equipment, like I had to in previous transformations. Then I went out and bought a collection of 34 ounce, 34 inch wooden Louisville Slugger baseball bats, a couple of fielder’s gloves and caps, some oil for them, gym shorts, a sweatshirt, several jerseys and a couple pairs of cleats.<br /> <br /> After a couple of weeks, I got to know everybody’s name who was in my various classes. I tried to recognize them so that they wouldn’t think I was into&nbsp; myself to an excessive degree. It was weird, though, being back at the same school I had been a big titted blonde at and now I was a guy with the same student body as when I was Dawn. I had also gotten my music gear and started bringing my Les Paul to school along with the Bad Monkey overdrive unit and the headphone amp I mentioned in a previous incarnation, though I didn’t like leaving them in my hot trunk during gym class. Then the musical ideas just began to flow and I bought a 24 track machine to record them on to at home with an eye to putting a band together later. <br /> <br /> The athletics coaches began to notice me, too. We were playing touch football in PE and I would dodge somebody after getting the ball and then it was off to the races. My PE coach pulled me aside and told me to run a 100 yard dash because he wanted to make sure the clock would show what he thought he was seeing. I ran a 9.13, just .06 seconds off the world record. The coach couldn’t believe it, so he had me run another one. I was indeed slower, but not by much, 9.17. He asked me to come out for the football team, but I said no, that baseball was my sport. Then he suggested I run track. I responded in the negative again. <br /> <br /> A couple days later, my history teacher wanted to talk to me. He couldn’t work me out at that juncture because of CIF (that’s the body that governs high school sports in California) rules, but he wanted to have a friend of his who ran a traveling club team look at me that Saturday. So on that appointed day, which was in the morning since the field, which often played host to a local college baseball squad, was going to be used for slow pitch softball games later in the day. I showed up in my improvised baseball uni of gym shorts, a baseball jersey, white socks and cleats plus I had a bag of wooden bats and my glove with me. I stretched and played some catch with coach Addison, including doing some longtossing. Then he hit fungoes and timed me going from home to first, home to second and home to home. Home to first I was at 3.2, which is insaney fast relative to the running speeds in MLB. <br /> <br /> Next was batting practice. He&nbsp; threw me some room service heaters at about 70 miles an hour and I hit them more than 500 feet even though I had to generate almost all the power myself since the velocity of those pitches wasn’t much. His jaw hit the ground. &quot;Jesus, that’s a sweet swing you got there, son,&quot; he commented. Then he wanted to see if I could hit the breaking ball and he offered up some lollipop curveballs and cement mixer sliders (in other words, they didn’t do anything other than just spin) and I crushed them into the great beyond. &quot;With all due respect coach, you’re breaking stuff has nothing on it,&quot; I observed correctly. &quot;Son, can you come out here and work with my team tomorrow?&quot; &quot;Sure coach! Sounds like fun!&quot; &quot;Great. Jesus kid, you might have a nice future in this game.&quot; &quot;Thanks sir!&quot; <br /> <br /> I was so excited when I got to the field the next day. &quot;Boys, this is Clint. He’s going to workout with us today. Pay attention, because you may be seeing something really special.&quot; I snarked to myself, &quot;oh fuck, great, no pressure there!&quot; Nonetheless, I kept repeating to myself to stay relaxed and not muscle up. After everybody did their stretching, we worked on relay plays. The first throw I uncorked, there was a murmur. &quot;Fuck, nice hose, man,&quot; one of the other outfielders complimented. We did a first to third drill and then it was time for batting practice. I had to wait a while because I hit in the third group, but the first pitch the coach threw I hit on to the freeway about a hundred feet beyond the leftfield fence, which was 350 feet away. &quot;Fuck, man, look at that stroke!&quot; someone enthused. The second pitch I lined over the centerfield wall more than 400 feet away and it crashed into the hill another 30 feet in back of it. <br /> <br /> What I didn’t know, though, was that he had his best pitcher warming up on the side and, after those two shots, that hurler took the mound. He threw a heater down and away and I lined it off the top of the rightfield wall. He then ran a couple sliders up there that were off the plate. Next was a heater middle in and I torqued it just inside the leftfield foul pole about 390 feet away. &quot;How the fuck did you keep that fair?&quot; the pitcher asked. &quot;It’s called leading with your top hand,&quot; I offered. Then he threw me a change up that I was partially fooled on, but I stayed back and wacked it back through the middle. He tried a slider that had good downward action on it and I inside outed it into the gap. He came with a heater up above the zone that I let go by and then attempted to come back upstairs and I got it all, mashing it about 550 feet, again on to the freeway, in leftcenterfield. I was awarded high fives from everybody. <br /> <br /> &quot;Shit dude, you’re awesome. You should join our team so some scouts can check you out.&quot; &quot;Nah, man, I don’t want to take somebody else’s position. Plus I got kind of a music thing to do, too. But thanks for letting me workout with you guys.&quot; Coach Addison, though, wanted to bring me back a couple days later. So I show up after school Tuesday and there he is with former Angels pitcher Don Driscoll. Driscoll was a hard throwing righthander whose command was erratic, which is why he was no longer a professional ballplayer. He used to play for coach Addison back when he was still an amateur. After I got there, Driscoll warmed up and then I stepped in against him. The first pitch was at probably 95mph and I fouled it off. I wasn’t really loose yet, though. So he came with another one and I popped it up, which really pissed me off. He threw a slider and I drilled it off the rightfield wall. So here comes another number one and this time I scalded it over the centerfield wall. He bounced a couple more sliders that I didn’t offer at and then he came in with a two seamer. I whipped it down the leftfield line and into the corner. His next pitch was another hard heater and I pounded it on to the freeway. So he tried a cutter, but left it out over the plate, and I lashed it off the centerfield wall. I fouled a slider off and he came in with a fastball on the inner half of the plate and I creamed it , rebounding it off the chain link fence that fronted the freeway. &quot;Dude, can I be your agent?&quot; Driscoll joked. &quot;Well, at least I could hang with a mediocre AAA pitcher,&quot; I laughed inside. <br /> <br /> When I went home, I was writing songs and recording the ideas I had, so I didn’t ruminate much on what I just did at the workout. The next day in history class, though, my teacher wanted to talk to me after it was over. He more or less promised me a spot on the team and I told him I wanted to play centerfield. He was fine with that. I also added that by no means will I pitch. If he was pondering having me do that, I said, I would go play for a club team instead. He swore that he would only have me play outfield.<br /> <br /> The girls started to happen, too. This chunky but cute blonde chick, Desiree Kowalcik, in my physiology class, took a shine to me. I made it clear to her, though, that I wasn’t really into having a girlfriend, just having girls. She may have figured that letting me sleep with her would make me want her exclusively, but she was wrong. <br /> <br /> We went back to my place after school and started making out on my couch. It’s always fun cuddling a soft body and it was no different with her. I opened her blouse and popped the clasp on her bra&nbsp; before pulling the lot off to reveal her milky round B cups with pinkish aureolae and nipples. I vacuumed the latter with my mouth, distending those milk ducts and making her moan as my righthand separated the opening of her pants and then slipped into her panties, where I insinuated two fingers into her wet, meaty cunt. I found her g spot and she was attempting to hump them, too, grinding down on my fingers while I continued to pull on her tits with my lips.. I kept this up until she convulsed and panted in the throes of orgasm. I pulled her pants off and then her panties. She had beautiful white skin and I nibbled and kissed up her thick legs until I landed on her pink, moist pussy, where I lapped up the wetness that was pooling inside of that gorgeous slit. There was a slightly musky taste and odor to her vulva, but that didn’t stop me from flipping my tongue against her clit and yanking on it with suction while my cock strained against my jeans wanting to get in on this deal. <br /> <br /> I swirled and rolled my tongue and added more suction. Her huffing and puffing told me she was digging it and not much further from that point in time, her hips suddenly bucked as the piercing pricks of pleasure swarmed inside of her, her chubby little hand pulling my head against her crotch. I acceeded to her wish and made her cum several more times before I suggested we go to bed. I pulled her up off the couch and off we went upstairs to my bedroom, her boobs bouncing slightly. I shed my clothes and my erect dick said &quot;hi&quot; to her. She remarked at how huge I was, at least to her, and we both reclined on my mattress, where I rotated her over on to her back and cleaved her slit with my prong. &quot;Oh fuckkkkk,&quot; she sighed as I buried it inside of her. &quot;:Clint, put a condom on, I don’t want to get pregnant,&quot; she desperately begged. &quot;Don’t worry babe, I’m shooting blanks,&quot; I reassured her and I started thrusting, my brain noting the softness of her vaginal walls, her breasts heaving back and forth with every crash of my pubic bone against her body. &quot;Oh my God, so good,&quot; she moaned as I drilled her slippery slot with gusto. Her gasps increased in frequency and volume until she produced a choked scream and then a guttural shudder while her brain rode the tide of pleasure coursing through her. <br /> <br /> &quot;Oh shit, oh fuck!&quot; she profaned as she got her voice back when the orgasm subsided. I pounded my full length into her over and over and she wrapped my neck in the warmth of her arms while I did so,&nbsp; her legs half pulled against her body accepting my constant penetration and yearning for another climax, which she was soon rewarded with. &quot;Ah ah ah ah oh God (gasp) oh God (gasp) ahhhhhhhhagggghhhh!&quot; she cried when she felt the impact of her ecstasy inside of her. She clutched my ass cheeks, urging me to keep bringing the tubular freight to her. She bucked against me when she had another orgasm and then I unleashed my magma inside of her. I withdrew and made her clean my johnson off with her mouth. &quot;Oh my God, I’ve never experienced sex like THAT before!&quot; she celebrated. &quot;I aim to please baby!&quot; I smiled. &quot;By the way, you have a great body!&quot; I complimented. She was happy when I said that. I cuddled her for a while before she had to go home. She was part of the popular crowd and so that became my in to that group.&nbsp;

Supernatural Stories

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 01:19:13 UTC

My Pussy Controls You – Part 1

<p class="MsoNormal">My Pussy Controls You &ndash; By Jeffrey Freemont</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Samantha, could you tell me a bit about why you are here today?&quot; His voice was smooth and comforting.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;It all started about a month ago, I was still a virgin and&hellip;&quot;</p> <p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center">***</p> <p class="MsoNormal">One Month ago:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Winter had just ended in Toronto and the warming sun of spring had caused all of the flowers to start blooming. Samantha always felt very calm and peaceful in the spring; but all that was about to change, forever.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha was late for school again. She walked into her class with her head bent down, trying to avoid eye contact with the teacher, Mr. Fredrick. She sat by the windows, her hair illuminated with sunlight. It was hot today and she had stopped to get some ice cream on her way to school. She ate a lot of junk food, but never seemed to get fat.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha was a shy but kind girl; she almost always had an ecstatic and warming smile. She was smart and pretty, but she always stayed away from the popular groups, because she didn’t believe in labelling people like that. She is 16 years old, has shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and her tits are DD. Today she was wearing her favourite black tank top, blue shorts and black leather ankle boots.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha’s favourite thing in the entire world is eating and playing the electric guitar. She loved every type of music, from Led Zeppelin to Adele. She had been trying hard for many years to start a band, but there weren’t many kids that were the least bit ‘cool’ at her school. Her school was in downtown Toronto, filled with lame posers who didn’t understand anything past Green Day.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But Samantha Logan has a secret, she is still a virgin. Boys always stared at her when she walked down the school halls, but they never actually talked to her. She is an outsider, she belongs to no groups and the rich girls want to keep it that way. She had a void in her heart that could only be filled by the dick of a kind boy. She wanted love in the form of sexual relief. She was incredibly shy when it came to asking boys out as well as being incredibly shy when she spoke to anybody. She was tough though, she didn’t take shit from anyone and the Jocks and rich girls knew it, they just kept their distance.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Samantha Logan! You’re late, again!&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;I’m sorry Mr. Fredrick.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Well sorry isn’t good enough; you will have to come back here after school for detention.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;But Mr. Fredrick, I had plans to see a movie after school.&quot; She whined.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;No but’s young lady, you’ve been late every day this week and I’ve had enough of it!&quot; Mr. Fredrick was a man in his late 40’s. He had a thick moustache, wore bottle bottom glasses and he spoke with a dry rasp.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha sighed as she gave into the idea of her perfect warm spring day ending before it even began. She sat through her morning class filled with disappointment. What would she say to Courtney?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha had only one friend at the school and that was her best friend, Courtney. Courtney was also an outsider; she was the only girl on the baseball team and one of the best players at that. The boys on the baseball team were your standard jocks and were pretty jealous of her talent. They couldn’t do anything about her though, because coach had soft spot for her. She was a strong willed person and Samantha’s only role model (besides Joan Jett).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lunch finally came and Samantha was dreading that she would have to tell her dear friend the disappointing news. She walked into the crowded lunch room and saw Courtney sitting at an empty table. They both smiled as they saw each other, Courtney waved her over.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Courtney was beautiful, although a little bit larger than your average teenage girl and always seemed to be a little bit depressed. She had muscles and she knew how to use them, the look in her eyes told horny jocks to back off, or else. They sat and talked while sharing a disgusting plate of cafeteria poutine. It was a sloppy mess of gravy and melted cheese sitting on top of greasy french fries. Poutine was Samantha’s favourite food and she could eat it at anytime, anywhere; no matter how bad the quality.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Hey Courtney, I have some bad news.&quot; Samantha announced as she swirled some melted cheese with her fork, not looking at Courtney directly.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Me too, I can’t see the movie today, I have baseball practice until 4:15.&quot; Courtney answered in a disappointed tone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha suddenly lit up with joy as the light bulb turned on in her head. Ding! &quot;That’s great! I have detention until 4:00, we can just meet afterwards!&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Well, ok then,&quot; Courtney said. Her spirits lifted. &quot;meet me outside the girls changing room at 4:30.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They finished their fries and went off to their next classes. Samantha’s next class was Maths and it was filled with jocks and super geeks. She walked in and headed to her favourite seat, it was at the back where not too many people sat.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Hey Samantha! Could you pick up my pencil for me?&quot; Asked a handsome Jock, pointing at a small pencil on the floor, a desk away from where she was standing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha was caught off guard because somebody as handsome as him was suddenly talking to her! She sighed as she went to retrieve it. She walked over to it and started to kneel down, when she suddenly felt two hands on her hips. She screamed as she saw her shorts were pulled down her legs. She turned around and saw the handsome jock; he had an evil grin on his face. The class burst out laughing. She just stood there, more embarrassed than she ever had been before. She stood there, vulnerable in her white cotton panties with a small wet spot in the middle. She quickly pulled up her shorts and gave the jock an evil glare. Bam! She socked him right in the side of his head, which caused him to fall to the ground. Samantha ran from the room, desperately holding in her tears until she got inside the bathroom.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She sat on the toilet crying softly. Anger, lust and confusion overcame her. She couldn’t help but imagine the evil jock screwing her right here in this bathroom. She couldn’t help her fingers slip into her shorts and start to rub her wet pussy. She felt a fire in her that she had never felt before. She pulled her shorts and panties down. She spread her legs and threw her head back as she continued to rub herself. Tears ran down her face while cum ran down her open legs. She moaned softly but suddenly stopped. This wasn’t enough to fill her void. Her sexual desire needed a dick to enter her deep inside, to strip her of her virginity. She stayed in the bathroom until the final bell rang. She cleaned herself up and headed for detention.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The day could still be salvaged; all she had to do was sit in detention for an hour before meeting Courtney for the movie. She felt strange though, an unusual feeling of emptiness was inside her, a small fire deep in her vagina had been set and she wouldn’t be able to contain it forever. Anyone in the world could fuck her right now and she would let them.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha nervously walked into her class for detention. She looked around the room. One other student was in detention with her, the Jock from before. She was shocked to see that he had a large bruise on the right side of his face from when she had hit him. He glared at her with an evil intent in his eyes. She felt him digging into her soul. Her stomach hurt as she remembered what he had done to her, in front of everyone. She was also incredibly horny; the whole class had seen her sexuality, and her vulnerability. The side of her she kept hidden. They stared at each other, each feeling a different thing; she couldn’t keep her eyes off of his. She was startled as the teacher walked in.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Hello students. Samantha why don’t you take a seat over there?&quot; Mr. Fredrick pointed to an empty seat next to the Jock.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Jock was tall, dark and handsome. He had dark hair, and he seemed perfect in every way but his expression. He was fit but not too big. Samantha sat down next to the Jock, desperately trying to avoid eye contact.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;You two trouble makers know why you are here today! Mr Fredrick exclaimed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;I don’t know shit!&quot; The Jock shouted.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;That’s true, you are very dumb, but that’s not why you are here today, you are here today because you, Mr. Daniels, embarrassed this young lady. A young lady who happens to be one of my favourite students!&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;What! Did you just call me stupid?&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Yes I did.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With that the Jock shut his mouth. &quot;&hellip;And you Ms. Logan are here because you simply won’t show up on time for class. Mr. Daniels, you will have to write a six page essay on why you are stupid and shouldn’t embarrass young ladies in front of your fellow class mates. Ms. Logan will write a two page essay on the same subject, but please don’t show up late anymore.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha Logan felt empowered, the Jocks piercing stare had no effect anymore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Thanks Mr. Fredrick, I’ll always be on time!&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She felt oddly attracted to Mr. Fredrick. He had saved her from a villain, this old teacher who she never gave a second thought, he had protected her. She felt the warmth that was inside her began bursting uncontrollably. She could barely think because she wanted him so badly, inside of her. She felt strangely happy and even stranger feelings of lust. Mr. Fredrick walked over to them with some paper.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Here’s a pencil, don’t drop it.&quot; Samantha smiled, enjoying the power over him.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Jock just sneered as he violently snatched the pencil from her. She laughed as Mr. Fredrick handed her a paper. His hand brushed against hers, she blushed and his touch sent currents of lust to her wet pussy. He suddenly grabbed her arm; a crazy look overcame his face. He pulled her from her desk and threw onto the ground. The Jock just stared at the pair, his jaw about to hit the floor.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha screamed as she hit the ground &quot;Mr. Fredrick what are you doing?&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Take off your fucking clothes!&quot; He shouted violently.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She whimpered with fear and confusion. He was being so nice to her a moment ago. He ripped open his button shirt and threw it the ground. He threw his pants off, tripping a bit as he walked briskly to Samantha. She tried crawling away as he suddenly grabbed her. His big dick pressed against her ass. She fell to the ground, and fell flat on her face. He pulled off her shorts and panties, throwing them across the room.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Yeah! You go Mr. Fredrick, teach her a lesson she won’t ever forget!&quot; The Jock cheered as his boner pressed against his pants.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha was thrown onto her back. He pulled her black tank top over her head violently. Her big double D tits bounced, still encased by her black satin bra. He grabbed her bra between her breasts and tugged with all his might. The bra snapped at the back. Her large tits fell free, her nipples hard and ready. His tongue ran up her body, until it reached one of her nipples. He made circles and sucked deeply. Samantha desperately to push him away, but she wasn’t strong enough. She was beginning to lose her senses; his big dick was pressed against her soaking wet opening, daring and teasing to enter her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He suddenly thrust into her all the way, her virginity torn from her. Samantha passed out momentarily as the blinding pain passed through her body. He thrust into her hard filling and stretching her to the brink. Her pussy became wetter and wetter. The electric vibrations of her building orgasm overcame her. She began moaning uncontrollably. Her body opened up wide allowing him free range over her body. Her arms and legs extended as far as they would go, making an x. His hands explored her body as he continued to thrust into her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She didn’t even care that the one person she hated most was watching her being fucked hard on the classroom floor. He began panting as he was reaching his limit. He pulled out, grabbed her head and rammed his dick down her throat. He slid his dick in and out as he sighed deeply. Suddenly she felt another body at her entrance. It was the Jock.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Noooo! Not You!&quot; She screamed, muffled by the dick in her mouth.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The Jock thrust into her. She couldn’t help but sigh as her nerves were tickled some more. Mr. Fredrick speed up and began moaning loudly. He shot his load deep inside her throat. She gagged and tried to swallow everything last drop. She suddenly felt the dick in her tense up. She felt the jocks hot jizz deep inside her. Her teacher pulled his dick out of her and collapsed. The jock collapsed too. They just both fell asleep suddenly. She laid there, breathing heavily as she processed what had just happened. The Jocks dick was still inside of her. She never even got the satisfaction of an orgasm.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She got up, pushing the Jock off of her, his dick slid out of her and he fell to floor. She wiped her vagina clean to the best of her ability before she could before putting on her clothes again. She left the room and the two men who had just raped her, were lying unconscious. She couldn’t understand what had come over Mr. Fredrick all of a sudden. All she could think of was that she had to keep it a secret. It was only 3:45, so she had time to take a shower before Courtney came back from basketball practice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She walked into the large, chilly changing room. She started to remove her clothing and left them on a bench by the lockers as she head to the showers. She walked into the large shower area and turned on the water; it was cold and made her yelp for a second until it quickly heated up. She stood there in the moment of peace. She cleaned her pussy carefully, trying to remove all of the cum she could. She also washed her mouth to remove her teacher’s musty scent.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Samantha? What are you doing here?&quot; asked the naked Courtney.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha screamed as she saw her best friend walk in, naked. Courtney had perky little B-cup tits and a light patch of hair covering her pussy. Courtney had a muscular body, yet it wasn’t too muscular, she had abs but it made her strangely attractive to Samantha.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;I’m just taking a shower.&quot; Samantha answered, while blushing. &quot;What are you doing here?&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Coach had an emergency and let us leave early.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha had the same heat from before, building deep inside her. She never got an orgasm.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Hey could you wash my back?&quot; Samantha asked casually as she extended a bar of soap to her friend.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Sure.&quot;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Courtney took the bar of soap and started lathering up Samantha’s back. Her eyes were drawn to Samantha’s perfectly round ass. She placed her hand on Samantha’s back and sighed softly as she felt her soft skin. Suddenly Courtney grabbed Samantha and pulled her to the ground. She threw the bar of soap against the wall.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Courtney’s strong hands that were slickened by the soap, slid up and down Samantha’s perfect and delicate body. Samantha moaned and gyrated wildly as her tits were squeezed firmly. Her deep black hair spread across the cold tile floor. Courtney brought her hand to Samantha’s firm butt, and gently slid her finger inside the tight hole. Samantha gasped as she felt her ass being penetrated.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Courtney pulled her finger out and turned her around before bringing two fingers to her asshole and forced them in. She suddenly lunged at Samantha, her tongue going deep into her silky and soaking opening. Samantha grunted crudely as the pain and pleasure circulated through her body. Samantha suddenly felt the fire inside her ignite, her back contorted, sending the fingers in her ass deeper. Courtney pulled away her head away, Samantha screamed as she squirted all over Courtney’s face. Courtney swallowed mouthfuls of Samantha’s sweet juices.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Courtney pulled her fingers free from Samantha’s soft ass. She got up and brought her dripping pussy over to Samantha’s opened mouth. Samantha extended her tongue and Courtney’s wetness ran into her mouth. Samantha’s lips gently tugged on Courtney’s tender clit. Courtney moaned loudly as her orgasm built. She suddenly pulled away; Courtney picked up Samantha and began carrying her out of the showers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;What the fuck are you doing?&quot; Samantha cried, as she was carried out the change room doors.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They went right around the corner and started heading for the boys change room.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Noooo!&quot; Samantha screamed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha’s pussy rubbed gently against Courtney’s body and her tits bounced as she was carried. Pussy juices trickled down Courtney’s abs; they suddenly burst through the doors. There were six jocks still changing and drying off from the showers. They just stared at the two naked women in front of them. One by one their boners sprang up; hungry eyes pierced through Samantha.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">&quot;Nooooo!&quot; Samantha screamed as she tried to push away.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The six boys circled around them as Courtney laid Samantha down onto the bench. They six boys cautiously extended their hands to touch the beautiful and delicate girl before them. This was their one chance to get with Samantha who was normally off limits to them. Samantha had lived her whole high school life being ignored by the boys, who were under the control of the rich girls and cheerleader’s pussy’s.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">As soon as their hands met her soft skin, they changed, their curious expressions became wild. Their hands grabbed and rubbed Samantha’s skin, hard. She needed to come again, she needed relief. The fire was burning within her again. The six boys brought their rock hard dicks to her, penises and hands covered her body. She fell into a sexual daze. Courtney was suddenly standing over her head; she lowered herself down onto her Samantha again. Samantha wildly ran her tongue up and down, savouring the taste that filled her mouth.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">One of the Jocks sat down on the bench by her soaking wet pussy. He brought his hard five inch shaft up to her ass hole and inserted it deep. Suddenly she felt another set of thighs touch hers. Another jock had sat down on his friend; he brought his six and a &frac12; inch dick up to her pussy and shoved it in. She cried out as all three of her holes were occupied. The other four jocks masturbated ferociously as they watched. The two jocks continued to nail her in unison, sitting on top of each other. Samantha’s moans were drowned out by the seven voices around her. Suddenly she felt the two dicks inside her tense up. Courtney’s back arched too and the rest of the naked boys around her were silent, Courtney suddenly screamed and began she began shaking violently from her intense and sudden orgasm. The six boys gasped loudly as they began to shoot their loads. Samantha’s pussy and asshole was filled as their dicks shrank and pulled out. Cum shot all over Courtney and Samantha. Suddenly they all fainted and fell asleep. Courtney collapsed next to her on the ground and fell asleep. What the Fuck, Samantha asked herself.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samantha’s back suddenly arched as she hit her orgasm, she squirted all over two of the boys sleeping in front of her. Samantha began to feel the weight of her two intense orgasms, fade away.</p> <p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center">***</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few hours later Courtney awoke, her face covered in sweat, cum and the look of dread. What did I do? She asked herself as she remembered raping her best friend. She stood up and stared at Samantha as she slept peacefully. Courtney carried her friend to the showers in the girl&rsquo;s change room and cleaned the cum off of her. Courtney got dressed and left, she didn’t understand what she had done, or why, but she wouldn’t be able to face Samantha again. She left that night and knew that she could never return.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To Be Continued.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong>A Special Thank You to Echo Phoenix from fictionpress for editing my story.</strong></p>

Supernatural Stories

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 18:35:08 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 65

That weekend was very mellow and I went to school Monday in a laidback mood. I ran into Garrett before our history class and, after we exchanged hugs, he asked if I would like to come over to his house after school. I told him that I had a practice, but that I could go over afterward. He gave me directions and his address and I entered that information into my cellphone and, when the desultory workout was finished, I drove over to his place. Garrett answered the door and we went upstairs to his bedroom, where his buddies Scott and Ashton (yeah, that Iggy and the Stooges joke ran through my mind, too) were hanging out while Epica spun on his cd player. I was in a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top. When his mom came home, we all split, but not before she gave me a dirty look on the way out. <br /> <br /> Tuesday, my team wrecked another opponent. Wednesday, I was walking out of my fourth period class to lunch when I encountered Garrett. As we continued ambling into the quad, he tried to interlace his fingers with mine, which I let him do. We looked at each other and I giggled because I didn’t know what to say. I could feel some wetness forming between my legs, though, and I know he was definitely&nbsp; hard because, well, I was originally a guy after all. When he met my friends, who were mostly comprised of girls on the team, it was a pretty stiff ordeal. I would later find out that Garrett doesn’t really warm up to people very quickly, so no wonder. <br /> <br /> He waited for my volleyball workout to end and walked me out to my car, which I wasn’t expecting him to do. This time, I told him to come to my place after he ate dinner. He did and we laid in my bed making out and watching tv. He was a really good kisser and I was super wet by the time he went home. Once he was gone, I stripped,&nbsp; jumped into bed, spread my legs and diddled myself to a couple of amazing orgasms. <br /> <br /> However, Thursday, I had to sit Garrett down and let him know who I was. I said that I didn’t have any problem with him wanting to be my boyfriend, but that I didn’t want to be tied down and so I was occasionally going to sleep with other guys as well as girls. Naturally, I said I would be okay with him doing the same thing. I further expressed the hope that we could just have a mellow relationship that would make our high school years more fun. He was initially shocked, but after thinking it over for a few minutes, he revealed that he’d be able to deal with it. He was further relaxed when I told him that he would never have to buy me anything, even for my birthday or Christmas, because I knew the stress that puts guys under. In addition, I remarked that I felt prom was a big waste of time and money, to which he riposted, &quot;fuck yes it is.&quot; <br /> <br /> He visited me again that night and we had sex for the first time, but only after I gave him a blowjob. His cock was a mite over six inches and thick, so it felt killer when he was thrusting it in and out of me. He was also a really caring lover, taking things slowly and worshipping my entire body. By the time he jetted his cream into me, I was emotionally in a very good place. The orgasms he triggered didn’t hurt, either.<br /> <br /> Garrett’s personality was more in tune with mine and I became much more interested in being with him than seeking out alternatives. Without any major drama around me now, he and I spent our days and nights together doing a lot of fucking and just kicking it. My team finished its schedule in early November and we went undefeated for the second straight season and, for the third time, I was named conference and county Player of the Year. <br /> <br /> The Dream Theater concert smoked and, as we went into the Thanksgiving holidays, I was happier than I had been since I underwent this transformation. That would be shortlived because during the first week of December, we had the state tournament and, three matches later, we returned with bupkis. I had sex with Lyle one more time and then let him know that would be the last time. I had decided I wanted to be exclusive with Garrett, at least at that point in time. As all girls should, I stopped subjecting him to my friends at school and we began hanging out as just a couple. Garrett’s huge sexual appetite also assured that I wouldn’t feel starved in that area and we graduated still a pair. Of course, that was also after my volleyball team notched its fourth straight league title and I was dubbed Player of the Year for the league and county for the fourth time. And, for the fourth time, we got jacked in the state tournament. <br /> <br /> Garrett moved in with me and eventually graduated college. Mary also finished her university coursework and moved out after finding a job in Northern California. I lost contact with her after that. When Garret concluded his collegiate career, we lived overseas for a decade: Japan, Holland, England, Germany, Sweden, Spain and Portugal and then returned to America, where we got married and were together until he died at age 59 of heart disease. It was a good life with him since he was a really decent guy who loved me to pieces. <br /> <br /> Six months after Garrett’s passing, I sold all my belongings and donated the proceeds to charity. The day the sale of my house was concluded, I went into my Vishnu room and prayed to him before saying that I was ready to return to the morning before my latest transformation in 2011. <br /> <br /> I suddenly awoke in my bed in my home. I sat down at my computer and strove to chronicle my adventures to date. It had definitely been a long, strange trip, as the song goes. I had it all down after a couple of months and uploaded it to this site. <br /> <br /> Okay, what had I not done now? I mulled it over in mind as to whether or not I should retire the medallion and just live out the rest of my days until Vishnu deems that I finally rest. <br /> <br /> Well, there was one thing I hadn’t been able to do that I always wanted to: be a pro baseball player. I thought about it and thought about it. I also contemplated the phenomenon of how rock stars wish they were athletes and athletes with they were rock stars. I thus chose to embark on another adventure and, after praying to Vishnu, I put my hands on the medallion and intoned:<br /> <br /> &quot;I want to be 6’4&quot; and 235 pounds with five percent body fat, an Adonis body and the most handsome looks in the world with long blonde hair down to my ass, the speed of Usain Bolt, the batting eye of Ted Williams and Barry Bonds, the swing of Barry Bonds, except from the righthand side, the devastating power of Mickey Mantle, the throwing arm of Roberto Clemente, the outfield instincts of Andruw Jones, the hands of Ozzie Smith, the conditioning of Paavo Nurmi, virtuoso ability on guitar and keyboards whereby I’ll know how to play any song correctly after hearing it just once, I’ll remember how to play all the songs I learned in previous transformations, a great sense for composing neo-classical heavy metal songs, the knowledge of an English Lit and a history Phd, the ability to speak and read Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese and Korean to a native level, $1 trillion in my bank account, though nobody will bother me about where I got it or how I use it and the bank I have it in will never go out of business or go bankrupt and the tellers will know who I am, I will have all the leading credit cards with no limits, a Honda Civic, a wide ranging wardrobe, all of my identity documents will have my name as Clinton Jay Parker, I will never become the victim of any injury, crime, accident, assault, or disease, I will never get a girl pregnant no matter how many times I ejaculate in them or on them, I will never&nbsp; gain weight no matter how much I eat, I will be a black belt in Jeet Kune Do, I will never test positive for any performance enhancing or recreational drug, I will never be detained or arrested for anything I do, I will instinctively know how to get women off within five minutes during oral sex, I will be able to last 25 minutes before I ejaculate during sex, my cock will be 8.5 inches long and 25% larger in circumference than it would be under my normal identity, I will never catch or pass on any sexually transmitted disease, I will always look 21 and won’t physically or mentally deteriorate, though my legal age at the start of this transformation will be 16, when I will be entering my junior year of high school in 2011, I will be living in a 4,000 square foot fully furnished two story house with a soundproofed music room and school supplies. I am ready for this transformation &quot;<br /> <br /> I awoke in bed and, like with the other transformations, I didn’t recognize the interior of my new bedroom. I went to the bathroom to do my business and, when I looked in the mirror, there was what I had asked Vishnu to grant me, the looks and body of a real stud. I brushed my teeth, brushed out my super long hair and then dressed myself in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks and running shoes. I picked up a list of my classes off of my nightstand as well as my book bag, which had a notebook and some pens in it, and headed to my garage, where I hit the button for the garage door opener. I slid into my ride, flipped the bag into my backseat, pulled out of my driveway and turned for school.<br /> <br /> I parked the car a couple hundred yards from my campus and walked the rest of the way. I would walk past a group of girls and then hear, &quot;oh my God!&quot; I smiled to myself thinking about all the teenage pussy I was going to be inside of in the near future.<br />

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