Supernatural Stories

My Boner Stops Time – Part 2

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">My Boner Stops Time &ndash; Part 2</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore Logan is a man with the power to stop time. He is currently trapped in a time vortex with his long time crush, Sara Clark. She is dim, blonde and has large breasts. They just fucked each other and Sara wants more.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Come on, hurry up, I will give you a treat you won&rsquo;t forget.&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Sara dragged Theodore into the class room, they ran past all the motionless sluts and jocks, to her friend sitting in mid giggle at the back of the class. They both just starred at her. Natalie was a little bit round, not that it was a bad thing, just not necessarily Theodore&rsquo;s normal craving.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;What do you want me to do?&rdquo; Theodore asked.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Figure it out; bring her into here, or whatever. Here&hellip;&rdquo; Sara said as she guided his hand to Natalie`s thigh. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Natalie&rsquo;s warmth sent a shiver down Theodore&rsquo;s spine. He wanted to get in Sara&rsquo;s pants again and if fucking her &lsquo;OK, looking` friend was the way to do it than he would. They pulled her from the chair and placed her down on the ground. Sara and Theodore carefully removed her clothing, until she laid vulnerable for them to see. Natalie had pretty firm B-cup tits. Her pussy was shaved. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">John brought his hard dick up to her pussy and inserted it deep inside her. He continued fucking her as Sara got more and more turned on again. Sara brought her dripping pussy over to her friend&rsquo;s hand. She began inserting her helpless friend&rsquo;s fingers into her tight slit. She was moaning in unison with Theodore. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m gonna cum, are sure this is ok?&rdquo; Theodore asked worried.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Just do it! Fuck her Hard!&rdquo; She cried as she hit her orgasm.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore began ramming Natalie Hard, inserting his seven inch dick into her as far as it would go. He let out a deep sigh as he came for the third time that day. He fell over her limp. She suddenly jumped up, screaming. Theodore rolled over and laid on his back trying to recover. Natalie looked over at her friend and her hand that was inside her.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;What the fuck!!? What the fuck happened!!? What the fuck are you doing?!!&rdquo; </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Long story short, Theo over there can stop time or something, and he just gave me the greatest fuck of my life. We are gonna fuck him to thank him. So get your pussy together and start sucking him!&rdquo; She ordered.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Wait! What the fuck were you doing with my hand?! And what the fuck?! HE CAME INSIDE MY PUSSY!!!&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Sara`s eyes became wild and violent. Sara starred at Natalie with the force only a really horny girl could bring. Natalie shuttered with fear. She suddenly threw herself over Theodore, and began sucking him for the second time. His cock was slowly brought back to life as seven inches of sexual heat filled Natalie&rsquo;s mouth. He began breathing heavy and then moaning. His moans were quickly muffled as Sara lowered her soaking wet pussy onto his mouth. Theodore&rsquo;s tongue explored her hot vagina. Her cum filled his mouth. He nibbled and tugged gently on her swollen clit. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Oh Yes!&rdquo; Sara screamed. &ldquo;Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!&rdquo; Sara began shaking violently as she orgasmed and came into his mouth.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore forcefully pushed Sara and Natalie off of him. They sighed, confused and wanting more. Sara fell back with legs opened wide. Theodore suddenly grabbed Natalie by the hips and pushed her mouth down onto her friend. He jammed his saliva slickened dick into her tight ass hole. She whimpered as she was forced to eat her best friend&rsquo;s pussy. Sara screamed in ecstasy, as her lips were parted by Natalie&rsquo;s invading tongue.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore was ramming Natalie as hard as he could. Natalie began ferociously eating her friend out. Theodore couldn&rsquo;t believe what was happening, he had two blondes moving at his whim. He moaned as he was brought nearer and nearer to another orgasm. They all cried out in unison as Theo pushed himself into Natalie as hard as he could, filling her ass hole with cum. Sara fell into an extreme fit of orgasmic seizures. Natalie fell over unconscious. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;That was fucking unbelievable Theo Baby!&rdquo; exclaimed Sara as she breathed heavily, she was exhausted. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">They slept that night in the teachers&rsquo; lounge. They cuddled awkwardly on a couch together. </span></p> <p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">***</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Morning came and John awoke to an empty couch. He walked around for a bit before making his way to a vending machine for some breakfast. OH Henry really satisfies my hunger, thought Theodore. He then headed for the showers to clean himself up before finding Sara or making someone else his bitch, but who? He pondered the &lsquo;who&rsquo; until he arrived back at his class room, still naked of course. It struck him as he opened the door, it was obvious, the only women who didn&rsquo;t look down on him for being smart; Ms. Richards his teacher.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Ms. Richards had been single for just under a year now and it was common knowledge that she hadn&rsquo;t got any for quite some time. She had been caught masturbating in the teacher&rsquo;s rest room and was almost fired for it. Ms. Richards was around 40; she had monster tits that were a bit bigger than DD. She was a brunette and had a pretty good body for her age. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">She was standing at the chalk board, stuck in middle of writing out a math question. He took a deep breath as he stared at her. Her tart ass stuck out at him as he stepped forward. He wanted her so bad; he needed her so bad, right now. He stood behind her and violently tore her clothes off, leaving her helpless for him to ravage. She was bending forward to write and her ass and pussy were sticking out towards him. He slickened up his dick and shoved it as far as he could. He came instantly. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;What the fuck?!&rdquo; She turned around and just stared at Theodore, she felt her pussy and the cum inside it. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore grabbed her before she could think and threw her on her desk. Papers went flying. He rammed into her, sliding in and out of her moist pussy. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Yes! Yes! Yes! Uh! Uh!&rdquo; She grunted and moaned as he pounded her tight pussy. He reached up and squeezed her big tits. She sighed. He continued to pound her. Cum squished out. She suddenly tensed up and froze. Did she get frozen in time again, Theodore wondered for a moment.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Uhhhhhhhh!!!&rdquo; She screamed as cum flooded out of her. Wave after wave covered his cock and her desk. She fell back motionless and satisfied for the first time in years. Theodore began wanking his cock fast and firmly. He shot his load all over her tits. She let out a sigh. Theodore turned around to find Sara staring at him, her jaw hanging motionless. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Theo Baby; that was the best thing I&rsquo;ve ever seen! I need you to fuck me again; I need your warmth between my legs. Only you can satisfy me.&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">2 hours ago. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Sara? Sara?!&rdquo; Natalie whispered as she tried to shake her friend awake. &ldquo;Sara!? Wake up!&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Wha&hellip; What time is it?&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know, six in the morning or something.&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;What the fuck? Natalie?!&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Listen I want you to have sex with me. No! I need you to have sex with me. I loved the taste of your juices earlier.&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Sara looked over at Theo who was sleeping soundly. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Fine!&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Sara followed Natalie into the girls change room and then into the showers. They were both still naked. Natalie grabbed her friend and kissed her deeply.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;I&hellip; Love you, Sara!&rdquo; </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Ok&hellip;?&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Natalie forced Sara up against the cold bathroom wall as she inserted her fingers as far as she could. Sara moaned softly, her hips started rocking gently down onto Natalie&rsquo;s hand. Natalie kissed and sucked on Sara&rsquo;s neck. Natalie reached over and switched on the shower. Water cascaded down on them. Their body&rsquo;s slipped against each other. Natalie lowered herself down and started to suck on Sara&rsquo;s C-cup tits. She drew circles around her nipples. Sara sighed as her breasts were sucked on and her pussy was fingered. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Natalie lowered herself again, and pulled her fingers out. She brought her tongue to her friend&rsquo;s wet pussy. She sucked deeply, tasting Sara&rsquo;s sweet nectar. She licked and sucked wildly on Sara. Sara just moaned as she fell into a sexual trance. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Natalie grabbed a bar of soap and began ramming it up Sara&rsquo;s pussy, causing Sara to scream out of surprise and ecstasy. The bar of soap slid in and out easily, stretching her lips to the brink. Sara screamed as she was brought to orgasm.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;That was pretty fucking good, now it&rsquo;s my turn!&rdquo; Sara said as she shoved Natalie down on the ground.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Sara slowly inserted her fist into Natalie&rsquo;s tender cunt. Natalie jerked and shook as orgasmic tremors rattled through her body. Her blonde hair scattered along the ground. Sara&rsquo;s hand slid out of the tight pussy. Natalie began shivering wildly. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Uhhhhhh!! That&rsquo;s so good!! Don&rsquo;t stop! Don&rsquo;t fuckin&rsquo; stop!&rdquo;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">She screamed as she came and orgasm&rsquo;d hard. Sara stood over her friend and started pissing on her. Natalie blushed and felt dirty as her friend abused her. She loved every second. Natalie opened her mouth and swallowed Sara&rsquo;s bitter piss. Sara knelt down and grabbed Natalie&rsquo;s ankles, bringing her feet up to her tits. She then inserted her foot into Natalie. Sara pulled her up and down, by her ankles, inserting her foot deeper and deeper with every thrust. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Natalie began crying from the intense pleasure.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t st-stop! Please! Don&rsquo;t Fuckin&rsquo; STOP!!!&rdquo; She screamed as her pussy exploded onto her friend. Cum burst out of her. She fainted as cum continued to pour from her satisfied pussy. Sara quickly showered and left to find Theodore. She needed some relief. That was good, but it wasn&rsquo;t a hot penis. She needed Theodore to fill her again.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Present time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore stepped away from the passed out teacher and embraced Sara tightly. They kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other&rsquo;s mouths. Sara&rsquo;s big tits pressed against Theodore&rsquo;s chest, his cock became hard again. Sara paused as she felt it against her leg. She bent down and licked it from the base to the head, where she slowly wrapped her lips around it. Sara sucked and licked as her head moved up and down the rock hard shaft. Theodore began moaning softly as her head bobbed up and down. He suddenly grabbed her head and pulled her up to him. He knelt down a little and started to suck on her swollen nipples. She sighed softly as he made circles with his tongue.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore grabbed Sara by the ass and brought her over to desk. A jock was sleeping over it. Sara&rsquo;s bare ass pressed against his unconscious face as Theodore let her down. He brought her legs to his shoulders and slowly inserted his cock inside her. She was soaking wet, his cock slipped easily into her tight pussy. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Oh, yes!!!&rdquo; She sighed.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Her legs fell to his hips where she wrapped around him and pulled him in closer. His dick went deeper and deeper as they found their rhythm. She pulled and pushed as they began moaning loudly, her juices ran down her legs. They began going fast, he couldn&rsquo;t last long. Her juices began to pool on the table.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;Yes! Yes! Uhhhhh!!!&rdquo; She began shaking violently as she orgasm&rsquo;d.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore pulled free from her legs and began wanking hard. He gasped loudly as he shot his load all over her. Sara looked down her body and rubbed her tits that were covered in cum and sighed before saying softly. &ldquo;Theo Baby, I think I love you.&rdquo; Theodore Logan had never felt words sing so strongly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Noise suddenly flooded the room as the students came alive again. Their laughter faded quickly as they realized the room seemed different. People screamed as they saw Theodore and Sara standing naked. To them Theodore and Sara had just teleported in front of them.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;What the fuck?! Get your ass off my face.&rdquo; Shouted the Jock as he pushed Sara from his desk.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Sara and Theodore were speechless. The teacher burst awake, naked on her desk in front of her students. She bolted under her desk and grabbed her torn cloths trying to cover herself.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&ldquo;What the fuck&rsquo;s happening?!&rdquo; Shouted confused and shocked students.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore and Sara looked into each other&rsquo;s eyes deeply. Theodore walked over to her and grabbed her firmly, pulling their naked bodies together in front of everyone. He suddenly raised her by the hips and placed her on the teacher&rsquo;s desk.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">The students became silent as they watched in excitement as Theodore thrust into her. The classroom broke into a cheer. They didn&rsquo;t know what was happening but they were all hot as hell. Theodore pounded her as she moaned and the students cheered. Theodore, overcome with the excitement of being watched and cheered threw him over the edge; he came hard, filling her tight pussy with cum. The sound of the room stopped again. That single moment seemed like an eternity but was only a second in reality. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">Theodore came back to his senses and turned around they were trapped again in the time vortex. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">TO BE CONTINUED.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%">&nbsp;</span></p>

Supernatural Stories

Thu, 24 May 2012 11:54:36 UTC

A Charmed Life

Chapter 1 – The Capture

There are people of great merit and talent who live out their lives shunning their true potential. People with high intelligence or stunning beauty who actually hide their natural assets to embrace whatever benefits obscurity can afford them. Liz was one such person. Though adroit in intellect with a seemingly endless knowledge in a wide variety of subjects, she never chose to use her skill to advance herself professionally. Likewise, her very fit and curvaceous figure was obscured by a very drab and inconspicuous wardrobe while her elegantly chiseled face with lovely, wide blue eyes was hidden behind big, horned-rim glasses and loose strands of her thick reddish-brown hair. She was often chided by what little company she kept to step out from behind herself and flaunt her natural gifts, she remained resolutely loyal to her clandestine persona.

Liz left her bland, mundane job that evening with her usual diffident, subdued manner. That was the way she lived her life, very unobtrusive and discreet. She made it quite plain to everyone that she did not want any undue attention and she worked hard to keep it that way. To look at her one would wonder why she worked so hard to be unnoticeable. She was kind, considerate and likable but she kept her circle of close friends small and all of her relationships cordial but detached. In actuality, it was all a cover up. She had another life. A life she worked diligently to keep secret. It was a life that would bring devastating shame upon her if any of the most apparent facts were revealed and absolute danger if the entire truth were known. Regardless, it was a condition that necessitated regular remedy. Tonight she left her job with particular little fanfare to avoid delaying entanglements. Tonight she would not be going directly home.

Liz sought replenishment. Reinvigoration. Rejuvenation. It was a regular semi-monthly ritual she needed to partake in. It was pleasurable for her but involved enduring certain unsavory places and uncomfortable encounters that a lady should not put herself in, no matter how familiar the practice was to her or how dire her need.

When she finished work she drove far from her familiar territory and ventured to an area where she was sure not to meet anyone who might know or recognize her. The place she was going to was not completely new to her, but a place she took extra care in not frequenting twice within any eight-week period. After a fifty-five minute drive she arrived at her destination. The sign in front read ‘Wicked Wanda’s Pleasure Palace’ and beneath it ‘Adult books, Novelties, XXX Arcade’. It was a den for sexually starved and lonely men to exercise their unrequited longing, no place at all for an attractive, young auburn haired woman with a spotless and carefully guarded social reputation. As Liz approached she took notice of the number of cars in the parking lot before pulling into the lot of the abandoned motel on the far side of the book store. She parked her car and turned off the engine. There were not enough cars gathered yet. More important, it was still far too light out and she couldn’t stand the idea of being seen going into that place even if there were no chance of anyone she knew being in the area. The only car on the road was the one that had been behind her which pulled into the book store lot and parked on the far side. She knew more would come when it got dark.

She took the time to get ready and relax before she made her dash to the door. She took a black trench coat from the back seat and pulled around her shoulders and then plunged her arms into both the sleeves. Off came her glasses which she did not really need but had become a habit to wear. She checked the pockets for her essential supplies; a can of pepper spray, an envelope containing a few crisp five dollar bills, a damp wash cloth, and a small wooden wedge. She pulled a black stocking cap over her head and then tucked her long, wavy trusses up into it. Taking a last careful look around, she hiked up her skirt, arched to lift her rump from the car seat and then pushed her pantyhose and panties down past her knees in one swift motion. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the filmy material down and off of both feet, tossing the balled up bunch on the seat beside her.

Now, she would wait for the right time. In the fresh stillness, her mind wandered over the years, over her situation, over her need. She had been to worse places and had done much worse things to satisfy her hunger. She thought back and was amazed at how calloused she had become to all of this, toward all sexual things in general. Her mind finally came to rest on how it all started; how she was then; that night so long ago when her entire life changed.

……….

Bess is what she was called then. Her mother had named her Elizabeth, after The Queen, for she was born on her coronation day. She worked as a house servant, a maid, indentured into the house of Lord Cabbot, the county liege and magistrate, to settle her father’s debts. She was a fetching young maiden and she caught the fancy of many a young townsmen as well as traveling merchants.

Her heart had belonged to a strong, handsome young man who had asked for her hand but lacked the money to buy out her servitude. After much discussion and many tears they had settled on his plan to seek his fortune overseas while she waited for him to return and free her.

Every night she walked down to the inn at the crossroads and watched for the arrival of the coach from Brighton; waiting for her love to come home. Every night she waited and every night she went home in bitter disappointment. Weeks passed. Months passed. Years passed and still no word from her love. Many men, young and old, wealthy and more wealthy asked for her hand and to buy out her debt. She would not hear of it. She waited resolutely for her young man to return to her.

As the years passed, her beauty slowly faded until nothing was left but a tired old woman. Likewise, all of her young woman anticipations had crumbled into old woman regrets. None the less, she continued her nightly vigil out of habit more than hope, the thought of forsaking it was maddening to her. She had emptied herself into her expectations and become a ghost haunting her own life. Children laughed at her for a fool. They taunted her and called her The Seaman’s Wife. She laughed at herself. She laughed until she cried. The promise of her youth and beauty had been wasted on a lost dream. Yet, she kept on with her nightly sentry in front of the inn. A victim of her own faith, diligence and love, she became the very portrait of sadness.

It was on that particular, fateful, moonlit night, she was making her way through town on her nightly watch for the coach when she saw a dark cloaked figure standing at the side of the market square. Bess thought it odd to encounter much of anyone in her nightly walk but this one was exceptionally strange. As Bess approached the square the figure turned to face her but did not move in any other way. Bess passed on the opposite side of the road, the figure stood silently, turning slowly to mark Bess’ passage. As Bess walked by she watched the figure. Under the hood, drawn low over the figure’s face, she could see only a dainty feminine chin and a small mouth smiling slightly as if in recognition.

Bess continued on toward the crossroads and tried not to trouble herself about the encounter. She glanced back to again take note of the solitary figure. To her surprise, the woman had quietly crossed the road and was now following. Bess doubled her pace, her mind pouring over what manner of being was behind her and what did she seek. As she reached the crossroads, she turned to look over her shoulder again and saw that the cloaked woman was gaining on her.

As she looked, she noted the woman’s carriage was so smooth and graceful she seemed to float above the ground, and her step was so light she made not a sound. It filled Bess’ heart with dread as the mysterious figure took on specter-like prowess. She hurried herself to a near trot, seeking the light and relative safety of the inn. Her imagination ran wild over the horrors and mystery of the dark. Each step she made became a struggle for her existence, every breath she took she feared to be her last. She broke into a full run, desperate to reach the inn. She felt as though claws and fangs were just inches behind her, ready to snatch away her life.

When she reached the lantern post in front of the inn she grasped it for support and protection and spun around to find the dark, phantom figure a mere 5 paces behind her, hovering in eerie silence amid the dim shadows.

“Who approaches? Speak thy bidding,” blurted Bess, unable to bridle her waxing fear!

The cloak parted. One pale, delicate hand raised in admonition while the other drew back the hood. “Courage, gentle heart,” said the woman in a soft, soothing voice. “I bear thee no malice.” Her manner and diction were that of gentry or at least one who passed among them. The opened cloak revealed a bodice of intricately embroidered silk, trimmed with the finest of French lace. Coils of light golden locks framed the face of a fair, young maiden with skin white as cream and smooth as porcelain, and cheeks glowing in a soft kiss of rose. “I would speak with thee this night,” she continued.

Bess’ fear gave way to relief in the presence of so fine a lady. “Thy pardon, m’ lady. ‘tis the late hour trying on an old woman’s mind,” she offered in her common, cockney brogue and then curtseyed, as was requisite. “At thy service.”

The young woman advanced a pace and coolly asked, “Art thou she who is named Bess, maid servant to The Lord Magistrate?”

“Aye, m’ lady,” Bess answered obligingly.

“’tis thy habit to greet the coach by the inn every eve,” pressed the lady?

“Aye. I am here… every night,” replied Bess. It was odd to be addressed so directly by a stranger but Bess deferred in light of the woman’s obvious station.

“Thou art she who bade farewell to her love nigh on many years ago,” continued the maiden, still advancing?

“Aye, again m’ lady,” Bess answered sadly.

“And thou art she who waits by the side of the road for his return these nigh on many years hence,” asked the maiden?

“Aye, m’ lady. How knowest thou my misfortunes,” Bess asked with a sob?

“Thy tale of woe forebears thee. Be comforted,” said the maiden, now standing toe to toe with Bess and placing a hand on her shoulder, “I bring thee a gift of great value.”

“O grace, what gift could this tired old woman value,” asked Bess in a sunken voice?

“A gift that would repair thy broken life. I would impart to thee a new life and lives many times fold,” said the enchanting young lady, her voice rising to a disturbingly sinister mirth.

“I beg thy pardon m’ lady but ’tis folly. Surely thou jests with me,” said Bess, feeling uneasy with so strange a statement and the unnatural evil the notion implied.

“A gift of eternal life and beauty,” persisted the maiden, her face now but inches from Bess’. “I offer thee The Jharum and its many blessings.”

She brought her lips to Bess’ as for to kiss her. Horror stricken, Bess stepped back and into the road. “’tis devilry! Thou art a witch,” accused Bess! Her eyes were wild with terror and backing further away she pointed a finger in warning. “Fie on thee, spirit! Be gone and let a good soul pass!” In a panic, Bess ran headlong down the road to escape the dreaded menace. She looked back toward the inn as she turned at the crossroads and saw the young woman advancing on her, cloak drawn, and gliding over the wayside in the same graceful, floating canter.

Bess’ heart raced as fear gripped her like never before. She ran now not just for her life but for her very soul. Passing the market square, she tripped on a loosened cobblestone and fell upon the road. As she gathered herself and rose to her feet she glanced back to see the lady in steadfast pursuit, cloak flying behind her and gaining fast. Bess redoubled her pace, darting around corners and through alleys, seeking the shortest way home and trying to evade the caped woman’s sight.

At last she arrived at her master’s courtyard and sought quick refuge. Her mind was in alarm and she expected the terrible specter to spring upon her at any instant. She ran to the open stable door and stumbled again, sprawling onto her back over the bed of straw. She was too weary to run any more and she lay still, hoping she was beyond danger. She caught her breath to stifle any sound and waited; too scared to move.

Then, absolute doom seized her. The dark shadow of a cloaked figure fell across her and blocked the moonlight shining through the doorway.

Without uttering a sound the elegant lady stepped lightly to Bess’ side, untied the cloak and then cast it off her shoulders. She sank slowly to her knees and placed a pacifying hand to Bess’ brow. “Fear not,” she whispered, “All will be well. Thou shalt feel no pain nor lose thy soul. ‘tis not witchcraft, ‘tis the opening of thine own being. Thou shalt have The Jharum. Thou shalt regain thy lost youth. Thou shalt know splendor like none other. Thy reward – a new life.”

The woman bent over Bess and kissed her forehead and then lightly kissed Bess’ lips. Bess remained frozen, resigning herself to her fate. The woman talked madness and Bess felt fear like damnation tearing her in two. Whatever ruin was to befall her, she hoped it would be over soon.

“Partake of me,” whispered the woman as she pressed her lips firmly to Bess’. The woman’s tongue parted Bess’ lips and entered her mouth. Almost instantly, warmth, strange yearnings, and a lurid awareness swept over Bess. She became immediately filled with a lust like she had never known. She felt for the first time all the wanton urges she had always shunned bursting upon her with a craving throughout her body.

She lifted her arms and wrapped them tightly around the woman’s neck. Strangely, this powerful new lust was driving her to pursue the promise of pleasure in this woman’s contact and she did not want her to escape. As soon as she did this, the woman’s hand began to stray to Bess’ dress. The hand began pulling the dress up higher and higher up Bess’ legs. She gathered Bess’ skirt and petticoats around her waist and then gently probed beneath her shift. Bess was too lost in the overwhelming passion to have any concern at all over sin or impropriety. She welcomed the encroachment with hearty joy. Bess felt the woman’s fingers lightly gliding up her thigh and coming to the edge of her nether region. The woman’s fingers expertly explored Bess’ parted flesh and then centered on the pleasurable button at the top of the cleft.

Bess’ hips began to roll and buck under the ministration of the stranger’s hand. Bess felt herself quickly climbing to that pinnacle of pleasure and then it hit her. The love-death – a climax. A sensation unknown to her in all of her life, a rapture that made her entire body sing with delight. Bess moaned as the sweet thrill overcame her. She knew more was to come but for now she would relax and enjoy the ensuing peace.

The woman then rose to her knees and started lifting her own dress. She pulled up her skirt, her kirtle and many fine linen petticoats. Bess watched her carefully to see what would now develop. When the lady had bared her womanhood, she stroked it briefly and then Bess heard a wet smacking sound. In the dim light she thought she saw something emerging from the woman’s cleft. It emerged and dangled like an eel and then it began to twist and writhe with a life of its own like a snake’s tail. Bess knew she must indeed be smitten by passion to not recoil in fear from so strange an appendage. She felt only slight curiosity and a hungry desire as the woman straddled her prone hips and squatted her sex directly over Bess’.

The woman looked deep into Bess’ eyes and with a playful smile said, “Dream.” Then she fell upon Bess with a tight embrace and another deep kiss. Bess gladly received it as the kiss wove more of its spell upon her. She gently sucked at the beautiful lady’s tongue like a babe at its mother’s breast. Bess became aware of a wet, finger-like tongue licking up and down the gap of her sex. Its touch was so deft and clever, giving the sweetest, most delightful attention to Bess’ sensitive flesh. She gladly parted her legs to give it more access. Its light tickle and the woman’s intoxicating kiss were again pushing Bess to that blessed extreme of pleasure. A crashing crescendo struck her again, causing her to moan in delight.

The snake-like tongue then surprised Bess with another of its talents. It dove into her flesh and gained access to her womb. As it entered her, Bess felt its girth widening, reaching resistance and then a sharp pain. At a ripe old age of fifty nine Bess had finally lost her virginity… to another woman. The pain was brief and in her highly aroused state of mind it was of trivial notice. In an instant after that, Bess felt the queer tongue quickly reaching depths of her body a woman reserves for her beloved husband. Bess was only briefly startled before pleasure washed away all concern. She felt her inner passage completely filled with the delving invader. It massed itself at the very limit of her inner recesses and then she felt a tiny point groping inside, tickling its way around in her until it found passage into a yet deeper niche. It secreted something there and then gained an entry, Bess’ pleasure took on entirely new dimensions. Another climax was approaching, quicker than the last, sending her mind spinning. After it hit, its successor fell in behind.

The woman remained locked to her in a tight embrace, lightly stroking Bess’ cheek and softly cooing. Never before had she felt so possessed and cared for, it was the most beautiful feeling she had ever known. She let herself be bathed in this strange lady’s wiles and trusted herself completely to this woman’s will. Bess felt herself getting weaker and gradually losing consciousness. Deep pleasure, happiness, peace and then sleep with the most delightful dreams.

Chapter 2 – The Change

Bess awoke the next morning to the rooster’s crow. She was still lying on the stable floor but tucked in a fine cloak of velvet. The last night’s encounter quickly popped into her memory and she bolted upright. She reached down and pressed her hand to the front of her dress over her sex. Something felt strange; inside her; in her womb. She struggled to her feet and found herself dizzy and very weak.

The stable boy, a half-wit, rushed into the stable and passed her. “Cheery day, Goody Bess. Cheery day.”

She looked about her for any trace of the mysterious lady from the dark. As she staggered across the courtyard she wondered if last night had really happened. She had that cloak still wrapped around her but her mind was so dull and everything so difficult to recall. It had to have happened, she had the cloak but the details were too hard to believe. She went to the privy to relieve herself and found to her horror the dried blood of her stolen maidenhead. For deeply personal reasons she could not quite recall, she mourned the loss. She reasoned the woman must have plied her with some kind of intoxicating brew and then took advantage of her.

There was no time to delve on the injury. She had her chores and duties, the house was waking and there would be hell to pay if she dallied. She forced herself to rise against the heavy weariness and dizziness. Sick or not, she had work to do. She hung up the cloak and set about her day.

As the day passed and she set about her work, her mind kept drifting back to the lady she had met in the night. When she did, her hand always strayed to her lips as if trying to recreate that enchanting kiss.

The weary, dizzy feeling dragged on her and made even the easiest of her daily chores an enormous strain. As the morning wore on, some new sensation arose from the midst of her sense of weakness. It was a strange new awareness that was far too indistinct to really focus on, much like an itch she could not scratch. If she tried her best to describe it, it was like having an extra hand but not knowing where it was. She felt it most strongly when she wanted to touch an object to determine its texture. It felt like she had an inner urge to use some more suitable appendage to feel with. She dismissed it as a passing anomaly and tried to ignore it.

The feeling persisted, though, and by afternoon it started to become more distinct. It seemed to come from her lower body; to be precise, from her womb. She actually felt compulsions to press her hips against things she would usually test by touching with her hands, like the laundry drying on the lines. As silly as it seemed, it felt to her like an urge to reach out with her womb.

It began to become alarming to her during the early evening when responding to this urge, she felt something move within her, within her sex. What really puzzled her was not just the sensation of something moving within her but that she felt what the thing felt. It was faint, at first, just barely noticeable but the more she concentrated on it the more distinct it became. Eventually, at the time the evening supp was served, she felt absolute control over it. If she willed it to push to the left it did so, she urged it to the right and it obeyed. She not only felt pressure upon the left or right side of her inner sex, but she felt what the moving appendage within her felt, she felt the subtle intricacies and contours of her birth canal. She felt it as certainly as her own tongue in her mouth. She should have been frightened into shock and self revulsion at what that strange woman had obviously done to her but she was not. Curiosity overwhelmed her. She became hungry for an opportunity to examine herself and to test her yet unconfirmed suspicions and see the extent of changes in her being.

She got her chance after serving supper. Excusing herself from the other servants she took with her a taper and secluded herself in the privy, lifted her skirts, sat down on the pot and held her open hand in front of her sex. Following her same urge to feel and pressing outward with her new found sensory organ, she felt the pangs of pleasure as a firm presence slid through her birth canal. Outward toward the mouth of her sex it pushed and she gasped aloud at what she saw. Emerging in a sudden rush, a pinkish-red finger poked out from her hairy maiden’s nest. It emerged the length of her middle finger and almost half again as big around, tapering to a point and wet like a tongue. It was like the thing she saw emerging from the woman who loved her the night before. The instant it emerged she felt a coolness like a draft on moist skin, she was feeling the sensation through the red finger. The thing was of her own being! She reached her hand to touch it and in joint ambition she pushed the finger outward and it met her hand. She was astounded beyond fear, she willed the finger to feel its way over her palm. She noticed, of course, the feel of the pointed finger wet in her hand but more acute was what sensations the strange appendage returned to her. It was so finely sensitive as she bade it to deftly wrap around her thumb and rub gently over her skin. She could feel with it the coolness of her hand, the smoothness of her nail, and even count the tiny ridges and swirls on the tip of her thumb.

She marveled at what she could make the weird little finger do. She pushed it out to its fullest length, stretching it out to nearly as long as her forearm, its girth filled her sex. She gently stroked its length with her hand and shivered with delight at the rewarding sensation the tail returned to her. Curious of its potential, she coiled it around her wrist and squeezed. The grip was firm. She balled it up within her palm, closed her fingers around it and then tried to push her fingers apart with it. It was soft but strong and her fingers felt so course and rugged to its touch. She tried to see what the tip could do. She pushed apart two of her fingers with it and then pushed between them. It oozed its own spittle to ease its passage, mostly from the tip. She touched the tip to the tip of her finger and found she could spread the tip open. The tip flared out into a gaping mouth. She opened it wide, wide enough to swallow three of her fingers and then engulfed one of them. The long worm-like tongue slid down easily over her digit all the way to her knuckle. She drew upon it and it suckled gently on her encased finger. In spite of the coarseness of her hand’s flesh, the sensations were very pleasurable to Bess and she was enjoying this unearthly new appendage very much when suddenly the door to the privy was jerked open.

“’ beg pardon, Goody Bess,” said the scullery maid as she quickly let go of the door and turned away.

‘Impertinent wench,’ thought Bess, ‘I shall use her most sorely for that.’ The maid had not seen anything. Bess had drawn in her protruding red tail before the maid had even poked in her head, so fast Bess could scarcely believe it was ever out. Her temper cooled as she assured herself that she had not been discovered. She quickly rejoined the rest of the house staff and rushed to finish her evening’s chores but she kept playing with that strange serpentine finger, testing its prowess, feeling its way inside her and outside her, tempting herself with its pleasurable possibilities, and stirring her curiosity with what it all meant.

When her chores were done, she begged her leave and set out as usual to meet the coach in front of the inn, just like she had done thousands of nights before but this time with a fine cloak of velvet around her shoulders. As she approached the market square she slowed her pace and peered into the darkness looking for and hoping to find last night’s lovely lady. She felt disappointed to not see her but pressed on. At last she came to the inn and stood under the lamppost to wait for the coach. Her aching weariness froze her in place and in the still silence she became part of the night.

Then, piercing the silence, there came a sweet voice from somewhere amid the dark shadows behind her, “I pray this night finds thee well.”

Bess did not move, she almost expected the maiden to be there. Through the numbness of her tired, overworked mind Bess felt comfort and joy to be joined again with the companion of her last night’s wanderings. There were so many questions she wanted to ask and so many more feelings she wanted to share. “Aye, good lady. And thou as well. I have brought thee thy cloak.” Bess turned slowly to meet her companion, moving like in a dream. She found before her the same beautiful young lass this time clad in the leather jerkin and woolen skirt of a simple servant like herself.

“’tis thine, sweet Bess,” said the lady stepping forward from the dark and taking Bess’ hands in her own. “Thou hast many a question and I shall answer them all. But soft, thou hast much to learn and I have much to teach thee this night.”

“Aye, dear lady. I am yours. What am I to call thee,” asked Bess, relieved to find compassion amidst all her wonder?

“Thou might call me Kate,” she offered, smiling and stroking Bess’ cheek.

“Well met, Kate,” said Bess and they hugged each other warmly.

It was Kate who pulled back and bracing Bess by the shoulders said, “There is no time to tarry. I will resolve thy questions when leisure suits us. Now, thou must do exactly as I bid thee for thy need is dire and thy time very short.”

Bess was alarmed by Kate’s tone. “What must I do, friend Kate,” she pled?

“Prithee bide thy tongue and attend me. We must feed thy hunger ere dawn,” said Kate and she led Bess away by her hand at a quick pace.

They wove their way carefully through town by way of dark alleys and backstreets, cautious to avoid the town crier and the watchman. At last they came to the back stable of the blacksmith’s shop. Kate produced a key and employed it on the lock. Bess began to protest but Kate warned her to silence and pulled her in through the door telling her quietly, “We come to steal naught but dreams.”

Bess was in grim fear of the jailor for this mischief but she followed as Kate led her to the loft above the smithy where they found the blacksmith sleeping soundly on his pallet. “Behold, his head is clouded with strong drink.” said Kate, “He frolics at the banquet of Bacchus and shall not waken. Come, assist me.”

In spite of herself, Bess helped Kate seize hold of the prone man’s hose and pulled them down to his ankles. Kate lifted the man’s blouse up to his chest, baring his manhood. Bess was shocked and embarrassed but she kept her silence and waited for Kate’s instructions.

Kate pulled Bess to the bedside and then stepped behind her. She bent down and took hold of Bess’ skirts and lifted them up to her waist. Confused, Bess stood still and let Kate lead their actions. Kate then reached her hands around Bess’ waist and cupped one hand in front of Bess’ sex while the other hand gently stroked her hair, lightly teasing her. “Pish my sweet, render thy jharum,” Kate whispered. “Come-come, good maid. Meet thy friend’s hand.”

Bess didn’t know what she meant at first but then put all of the strange pieces of this puzzle together and realized that she wanted her to bring forth her new pink tail from within. Bess reasoned no one should know more of its presence and purpose than Kate and she obligingly pushed her sensitive new organ out into Kate’s waiting hands. Bess was delighted by Kate’s touch. Kate’s hands were soft and tender and she plied them with expert control. Bess was quickly lapsing into a lustful disposition, orchestrated by Kate. Bess grappled with the loving hands, enjoying their pleasure-inducing treatments. She entwined the fingers, rolled and twisted the surface of her red, tongue-like appendage over the gentle digits. The moist, slick, nubile rope of flesh made obscene plopping and slurping noises as it tangled and wrestled with Kate’s fingers. Kate indulged her and used her hands to push Bess close to her rapture. And it came, an overwhelming climax that made Bess weak and nearly swooning to the floor. Kate held her firmly and soothed away the tumult with tender kisses and soft words.

When Bess had sufficiently calmed down Kate whispered in her ear, “Kiss him, Bess. Bind his lust to thy will.”

Bess was again confused but she remembered Kate’s kiss from the night before and the effect it had on her. She understood she was to now do the same thing to the sleeping blacksmith. She bent over the man who smelled strongly of barley and mead and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Kate moved with her, her hands still entwined in Bess’ coils, coaxing her onward.

After some time, Kate pulled Bess upright and Bess was surprised to see the blacksmith’s member swollen, elongated, and lying stiffly over the man’s belly. Bess was mesmerized by the organ, it was quite substantial. An intricately contoured pole of flesh spanned by many dark, swollen veins yearned eagerly in the dim light. Kate pushed her by her hips, forcing her onto the bed and over the smith’s body. She kept directly behind Bess, following her every move like a dance. Bess followed Kate’s direction until she was straddling the man, kneeling with her sex directly over his. Kate freed one hand from Bess’ tangling grasp and reached down to the man’s erection and held it upright. She enclosed her other hand around Bess’ slippery tail and pulled it outward, seeking its tip. She found it and poised it over the erection in her other hand.

She whispered again in Bess’ ear, “Open Bess. Seize him. Swallow him. Take him in, deeply.”

A curious wonder seized her, Bess knew what to do. She opened the mouth of her new appendage and closed it entirely over the standing man-flesh. It felt wonderful, even more wonderful than Kate’s hands. It was so soft and smooth to her touch. She wanted more of it. She wound several coils around it to sense more of its delicate texture. Kate removed her hands and Bess slid her coils up and down the shaft. It felt so good. The intense pleasure was chasing her to another extreme sensory explosion. She pumped her coils up and down a few more times, moistening its length and alternating her grasp to expose more of her tender flesh to his. Another small climax tore through her and if not for Kate’s firm embrace she would have fallen upon the sleeping man.

The blacksmith’s hips began to thrust upwards as though plunging himself against a randy maid’s loins. “His crisis approaches, Bess. Thou must receive his seed,” said Kate urgently in Bess’ ear. Bess began pumping her coiled grasp up on him. She spread the coils to grip his manhood all the way to its base and smearing copious amounts of her tail’s slick fluid over him. She twisted and alternated her grasp on him, enjoying both the feel of his flesh and the touch of her own.

Suddenly, the man gave a strong lurch and froze still. Bess could distinctly feel the head of his member swell slightly and then a welling of fluid within the maw of her tail pressed over it. It was his release. In that brief instant Bess experienced a man’s climax like few women ever had. Within her new appendage, using its vastly superior sensitivity, Bess measured his emission. She felt its volume, its temperature, its texture, and its weight. In the next second she felt a second spurt to join what she had collected, then another.

Before she had too much time to toy with her new gift, Bess felt Kate’s fingers around the base of her appendage. Kate’s finger tips touched lightly around the tail and then pulled gently toward her sex as if to coax her. Kate said, “Partake, Bess. Drink his seed. Swallow it deep into thy womb.”

Slightly dumbfounded, Bess did as she was asked and sucked the pooled fluid up her tail. It felt delightful as she gulped it up around all the coils and then with one big pull she squeezed it inside her and felt it pass into her inner self. Once consumed it was like a cool draught of water on a parched throat. It was soothing, satisfying, almost like a dispelled fast.

Kate held her close and laid her head on Bess’ shoulder. The room got still and quiet. As her passion ebbed, Bess used the time to take inventory of her situation. She was in the arms of a beautiful woman, crouched over the naked loins of a sleeping man in whose house she had trespassed. She could scarcely believe it, but then everything had been unbelievable since she had met the mysterious young Kate. To her dismay she was not afraid, she trusted Kate’s judgment to protect her.

The smith’s erection was slowly shrinking and he began to snore. Kate was the first to move. She began to tenderly stroke and caress Bess’ tail. Bess responded, she relinquished the man’s wilting manhood to engage Kate. Kate worked her masterfully while Bess drew the mouth of her groping serpent over Kate’s thumb and gently suckled it. They enjoyed their play a few minutes, Bess’ passion climbed again to a level of hungry lust.

“We are not yet through with yond stout giant, Bess,” whispered Kate. “Give him thy kiss, ply him once more to thy dance.”

Bess understood exactly what to do this time. She bent over the man and gave him her deep, intoxicating kiss. She pulled her snake-like tail free from Kate’s hands and then she stroked his manhood with it, testing his response, waiting for his return. She kept her lips locked to his while she coiled around his quickly swelling member. When he was completely ready, she caught hold of his tip with hers and enveloped it. She undulated her appendage around his length, slathering it with her slick fluid, enjoying the delightful contact until the time was right.

She raised herself upright into Kate’s embrace. Her red tail slowly swallowed his entire length like some skinless snake devouring its prey. With every little margin she engulfed she was treated to even greater pleasure. Deeper and deeper, more and more of her finely sensitive flesh was exposed to such divine joy. She swallowed it up until the entire exposed portion of her length had engulfed him and the mouth of her serpent was bunched up around his manhood’s base. Kate’s hands were still under her skirts and she was using one to lightly stroke up and down the surface of Bess’ gulping serpent while the other hand sought the tender button of flesh at the top of Bess’ cleft. Bess really did not need any encouragement but she reveled in it just the same. A huge climax overwhelmed her before she could prepare. She grunted as it took hold of her, wave after wave of pleasure, sapping her strength and making her quiver throughout.

Undaunted, Bess pressed on to greater rewards. She had crouched down over the smith until she was on her hands and knees, using all of her strength to hold herself up, her mind completely consumed by the influence of this tremendous pleasure. She had enough presence of mind to keep her tail sliding slowly up and down on the man’s shaft as she gently squeezed it in varying rhythm. Her breathing became shallow and desperate. She trembled from the strains of her ordeal and the grip she maintained on the prone man’s member became a spastic torrent of twitches and pulls. She was determined to capture her bliss one more time and bring her captive with her.

Kate, now kneeling beside her, noticed her struggle. She stroked Bess’ hair aside and whispered in her ear, “Kiss him, sweet Bess, and receive his reward.”

Bess bent down her head and planted another deep kiss on the man’s mouth and he immediately began to lurch his hips at her. Then came his expression. Bess felt its approach from root to tip. She felt a throb go through his shaft, bigger than the surge of his blood. It started down low, pushed its way through and end with a great push of fluid at the end where Bess held him deep within. She sucked it in, pulled it in all the way up her length, gulped it into her body. As soon as she felt his fountain shoot within her a tremendous climax took her whole. Her body went rigid, the feeling was so intense she felt like screaming. Her body shook and quaked, the only muscles she still controlled were the ones that sucked his emission into her womb. She sucked until there was absolutely no more.

Kate caught her from falling, picked her up and held her fast. It took her a while to recover and when she did she found herself still crouched over the blacksmith, cradled in Kate’s arms. It was such a soothing, peaceful calm that followed her storm. And she particularly enjoyed Kate’s tender but firm embrace. Again all was silent in the room. The blacksmith’s member slowly shrank as did Bess’, they reluctantly let go of each other and fell limp. Bess’ mind was lost in confusion but she trusted herself to Kate, whose guidance was now crucial.

Kate let Bess rest a spell but when the blacksmith’s snores became loud and long she gently shook Bess’ shoulders and whispered, “Come, Bess. We must get thee home.” She helped Bess climb off of the smith and together they pulled up his hose as best they could and tucked down his shirt. When he was settled, Kate took Bess by the shoulders and sat her down on the bedside before kneeling in front of her. She parted Bess’ knees and lifted her skirts. Bess’ tender, new organ dangled weak and shriveled between her thighs. Kate gathered it up in her palm and pushed it firmly against Bess’ sex. “Thou must draw it in, Bess. Keep it warm against the chill night air,” she said quietly but with some urgency.

Bess tried to comply but with some difficulty. The thing was bloated and swollen from its travails and weak from its tumult. Bess herself was still recovering from her arduous strain. Kate helped by applying gentle pressure with her knowing hands. Bess felt warm compassion toward Kate at that moment. She felt grateful for this gift and, surprisingly, for the fruits of this daring adventure. “Wilt thou give me thy kiss, good friend Kate?” she asked, wanting merely to bond with her more than any pursuit of pleasure; a moment’s cheer for her fearful heart.

“I dare not, sweet Bess. I must keep my wits about me yet this night,” replied Kate. She patted Bess’ cheek. They had nearly gotten Bess’ tail completely retracted, Bess would have to satisfy herself with that intimate contact alone.

“This,” said Bess, “This is the gift thou hast given me? This is the Charm of which you spoke?”

“Jharum. Aye, Bess. ‘tis mine no more. ‘tis thine,” answered Kate with a hopeful smile.

“As thou hast told me, it gives eternal youth,” queried Bess? The complicated riddle was quickly solving itself, astonishing Bess with how easily she was grasping it all.

“Aye, Bess. By the taking of a man’s seed,” answered Kate.

The two peered deeply into each other’s eyes for a long moment and Bess grappled with a new mystery. “Dear Kate, why wouldst thou part with such a gift,” asked Bess with a note of concern on her voice?

“I will tell thee at another time,” said Kate. “Now, we must be gone.” She stood up and helped Bess to her feet.

Bess noticed very distinctly, the pressing weariness she had fought all day was gone, as too was her dizzy head. In fact she felt, to her amazement, quite fit and vigorous. She collected her cloak and they quietly crept down the stairs and to the door. Kate peered out carefully and listened. When she was sure all was clear she drew Bess out behind her through the door and then reset the lock. After another cautious trek through alleyways and courtyards they made their way back to Bess’ master’s stable.

On the way home the gravity of what she now possessed began to weigh upon Bess. This jharum, or Charm as Bess called it, truly was precious. Kate had shrugged off eternity in exchange for mortality; Man’s greatest fear. Why? Kate had forsaken immortality and bestowed it upon Bess, a complete stranger. It begged so many questions of why but Bess could not draw them into a single line of query. “How long had thou the Charm, Lady Kate?” asked Bess, which was all she could think to say.

“I know not for certain,” came Kate’s reply after a long thoughtful pause. “’twas many hundreds of years ago. Thou would not recognize this land nor the people I was born into.” Her brow furrowed as if recalling something painful. “‘twas a hard time, coarse and mean. ‘twas a time even before the Saxons.”

Bess had no idea how long ago that was but she surmised it to be very ancient. “Why wouldst thou relinquish a life thou hast held on to for so long,” she asked?

Kate turned her back to Bess and stood very still. “That is for another time,” she said. “Thou must rest. I will meet thee again on the morrow. Sleep well.” She walked away into the darkness leaving Bess very concerned. It was either an answer Kate did not want Bess to have or one Kate was pained to discuss. Bess decided not to press, surely Kate must have her reasons and they would certainly reveal themselves in time.

Chapter 3 – The Legacy

The next day passed uneventfully but with Bess feeling much better than she had in years. The morning stiffness and body aches that usually greeted her were gone, a new vitality surged through her she had long forgotten. She met Kate again in front of the inn and like the night before they paid a visit to the blacksmith. They continued this routine another fortnight. Always finding him in the same condition, they slipped in, used him and slipped out. Kate monitored Bess’ progress and was anxious for Bess to have a solid start and practice. They found that the stable boy could be plied with a feeble ruse into thinking it was all a dream and the two women began visiting him every night after their visit to the blacksmith. The boy easily fell for their ploy. Bess had only to squat upon his body and spread her skirts over him. She accessed him without using her hands, with the Charm alone, so that he never saw her secret. He was a rich source of what they needed and could be tapped two or three times in a night.

Bess was responding very well with newfound vigor and a fresh glow to her skin. Meanwhile, Kate carefully schooled her at every opportunity about the weighty responsibility that came with this unique gift. She reminded Bess repeatedly that people’s first reaction to strange things they did not understand was fear and that witches were still burned at the stake for mere superstition. She admonished Bess not to reveal her secret to any one she did not have absolute trust in and then only if they could cope with the knowledge. She stressed that the Charm was a gift that could not only provoke fear but jealousy as well. She told Bess not to use her kiss too freely because it alone could draw suspicion. That it must only be used to bind a man’s lust to her need or to blind an adversary and affect an escape. Most importantly, Kate stressed the precaution of not remaining in one place long enough for people to notice her regressing age or that she did not age at all.

Finally, the night came when Kate announced it was time for her to go.

“But… what will become of thee,” Bess asked? She had grown very fond of Kate, she felt fear for Kate’s well-being and, of course, being alone without Kate’s council.

“I will return to my betrothed whom I miss and wish not to be apart from any longer,” replied Kate.

“You give up immortality for a man,” asked Bess, incredulously? Distress was overwhelming her, she wanted Kate to stay with her, she felt too weak to go on without her. “Why?”

“I want the life I was meant to have; mother and wife; hearth and home. I have found a good, kind young man whom I love very much,” said Kate. “I am to be his wife. I will cleave unto him, share his life, bear him his children, and grow old with him.”

“And die,” asked Bess?

With tears in her eyes Kate replied, “When thou hast lost count of men thou hast given thy heart to, watching them all slowly grow old and die, then thou might understand my choice.” She sobbed and began again, softly, “I will take again my place in the family of man…” She was overcome with emotions, obviously very deep ones. Losing her composure, she blurted out, ”I love him! … Were he ever to part from me I would await his return by the roadside for the rest of my life!”

Kate’s blunt but familiar insinuation struck Bess hard. The sadness she felt for herself was eclipsed by a new sadness for Kate. Bess had lost only one love and had grieved on him for years. Kate had lost so many she could not count them all and had grieved on them for centuries. And now she was facing it all over again.

“My apologies, but I carry a great lethargy, young Bess,” continued Kate, regaining her self control. “’tis the sum total of much pain and loneliness. For many hundreds of years I have stood apart from humanity and watched it struggle. For all of those many years I have helplessly observed, an indifferent sentinel, neither helping nor hindering. Now, I shall rejoin history and play my part in it. I have had a rich, full life. I regret nothing.”

Bess strove to understand what Kate had said. Comprehension involved placing herself outside her common day to day existence, the only frame of reference she had ever known, and looking at life as one who did not really live. She thought it odd to want to be a part of her world, the toil, the uncertainty, and the inevitable doom of death, but if she tried very hard, she could vaguely perceive the alienation of which Kate spoke. She let that feeling sink in a bit, wondering what effect it might have on her. Nevertheless, a question still gnawed at her. “Why me,” she asked?

“When first came to me word of thy sad tale I understood thy grief,” said Kate. “Thou art worthy of this gift. Make for thyself a fresh life, anew. If thou wishest, pass the jharum on to another, but I meant for thee to have another chance for happiness. Make it so, good Bess.” She smiled earnestly and clasped Bess’ hand to her cheek.

“May I find thee and impart it onto thee again,” asked Bess, longing desperately to keep Kate in her life?

“Nay, good Bess,” said Kate in distress. “Do not tempt me. My path is set.” She hugged Bess tightly.

It was Bess who cried but she knew there would be no dissuading Kate if she had already gone this far. It was something she had obviously thought on many long years.

Kate made her farewell short and simple. After saying goodbye and good luck followed by another warning for caution, she kissed Bess, on the cheek, and she was gone.

——–

The first few weeks after Kate’s departure Bess felt lost. She missed Kate very much and her guidance through this extraordinary mystery of life was priceless. None the less, Bess kept up with her practice almost every night, using the strategy and precautions set forth by Kate. She eventually lost count of how much life-giving semen she had taken from her quarry.

Then, one evening, while cleaning a window pane, she noticed her reflection. Having not looked upon herself in some time she was shocked to see a woman she had not seen in years. Most of the extra lines and sagging flesh were gone. Also gone was a great deal of gray streaks in her hair. Her age was indeed slowly reversing! As the delight of her returning youth swept over her, close behind came the fear and dread that anyone else might have noticed. Luckily, being a common maid, few people took any heed of her at all but at this rate it would soon be apparent to everyone. It was time to disappear, and fast.

……….

That was over four hundred years ago. Liz found it hard to believe that after all she had been through she could still recall it all so vividly. The wealth of experiences filling a 460 year life was immense. Liz had lived all over the world and had seen its many wonders. She had witnessed four hundred years of man’s triumphs and tragedies; four hundred years of conquests and defeats; four hundred years of progress and regression. In all those four hundred years of patient observation she had found the answers to questions the wisest men on Earth had never even thought to pose. She knew the human race very well.

Personally, she had made many fortunes and frittered them all away. She knew the rewards of patience, caution, hard work and diligence and she also new the paralyzing debilitation of indolence, inebriation and depravity. She preferred the former. She kept herself busy with work and learning. She had studied at the finest institutions in the world and mastered all the sciences, world history, art, language, and literature. Meanwhile, she kept her personal life pristine, tidy and manageable. She was always ready to pick up and move at the slightest provocation. She had become a master in controlling her life and guarding her safety.

“Guard ye well, Bess,” she could remember Kate’s dire warning. Liz had followed Kate’s advice very carefully. She made the rules an implacable creed from which she never strayed. She never remained in any place long enough for anyone to notice she did not age nor get sick and she never returned to any place she had previously lived. She used her kiss sparingly, only when she had to or when its effect could be attributed to some other cause. If she ever used it defensively she made sure to avoid that person forever. She did not expose her secret to anyone she did not trust, in fact she had never deliberately exposed it to anyone at all.

The one lesson Liz had held highest was one Kate had never intended to impart. Liz had never given her heart to anyone. She feared the pain of losing a cherished love so much that she had kept all relationships with men to a very cold, distant impartiality. She, of course, had taken many lovers, she needed them, but she kept them from garnishing too fond a place in her life. She had made herself very safe but also very lonely.

It was a dilemma that tore at Liz – To relinquish herself to love and face loss or to protect her heart and dwell in cold isolation. To nurture her emotions that end in grief or to shun anguish at the cost of perpetual longing. The thought of Kate and her countless broken hearts was her constant reminder. She missed Kate so much. There was so much she wished she could have asked her. Kate was the last person she had ever trusted. Dear, kind Kate. The only one of her personal rules she ever violated was her every five-year pilgrimage to Kate’s grave. Kate had learned something Liz had not and she had given her life for it. After four hundred years, Liz was at a complete loss as to what exactly that lesson was.

What Liz had learned was how to get what she wanted from men. She needed their sperm and the best way to get it was sex. She found she could pull her Charm completely out of the way and engage in normal sex. Although she was always tempted to engage a penis for the shear pleasure of engulfing that tender flesh and pulling it deep into Charm, she refrained for fear of discovery, unless her lover was very drunk. She would suck up the man’s issue after he withdrew but there was usually a lot of waste. This up-front approach was safer than skulking around in the dark for her quarry but it meant placing herself as a man’s love interest, the kind of attachment Liz had tried to avoid. She often resolved it by temporarily becoming a prostitute. It was degrading and sometimes just as dangerous but it got her what she needed, earned her a living, and fit in with her low-profile, gypsy lifestyle.

Another hurdle Liz had to overcome was her age. She had found that her age played a large role in what society expected from her and the influence she exerted over other people and situations. There was behavior a young woman could engage in that would draw strong objection if an older woman tried. Likewise, there was authority and credibility older women commanded that younger ones could not wield, not even with money. Liz had found it practical to let her apparent age hover around late twenties to early thirties for most of her life. Of course, that all changed in the early twentieth century when social norms came crashing down. Now that Liz could assume any age she wanted and still enjoy a broad range of acceptable behavior, she kept her apparent age in the early twenties.

The advent of detailed record-keeping, however, was a bane to her existence. It made her ability to relocate and establish a new identity very complex. Mass data storage and computer assisted retrieval made it even worse. The freedom to give herself a new identity by virtue of her own word got replaced by an international system of verifiable facts, stored evidence, near instantaneous communications, and traceable history. As the world grew, her options and freedom were rapidly shrinking.

Photography also terrified her. She feared some day of coming face to face with a very old, undeniably identical photo of herself and the questions it would raise. Running away from an old identity was hard enough but the difficulty of hiding from her own image, if it ever became widely distributed, would impose dire measures. It would mean getting lost in places no one wanted to go. She no longer had to worry about being burned as a witch, now she faced the horror of being kept like a guinea pig in a lab, or worse – dying on some cold dissection table.

Chapter 4 – A Night in an XXX Arcade

The honking horn from a passing car suddenly jolted Liz from her meandering ruminations. It had turned dark and the parking lot in front of the book store now had many cars. It was collection time.

Liz looked around to see if any one was about and then lifted her skirt up to her waist. With her knees spread and her hand cupped in front of her pussy she pushed Charm out into the open. The tender tentacle spilled out easily into her hand. All out, she stretched Charm to its fullest length, enjoying the respite from the cramped confines of her uterus and feeling the cool night air. With both hands she gently clasped her prize and lightly stroked it. Yes, this is what she needed, some self indulgence and gratification to pique her mood before sex. She caressed it up and down the entire length, teasing herself toward fulfillment. She opened up the tip and engulfed her middle finger as deeply as she could while lightly stroking Charm up and down with the other. Faster and faster she stroked, sucking her finger in a matching rhythm.

Charm played itself into her stimulation as well. She liked to swell up its base to increase its girth and firm up its overall malleability like an erect cock. She could surge it up and down within her cunny just like she were being fucked. She could also bend back a coil toward her clitoris and deftly massage her other pleasure center into absolute distraction.

Liz plied all of these techniques to manufacture the perfect climax, quick and satisfying. The pleasure crept through her, she started bucking her hips uncontrollably under her own stimulation. She made a ball within the length of Charm and rolled the bump up and down, round and round in her vagina. Her rapture was quickly pressing her into an uncontrollable extreme. Higher it climbed, to her release, over the point of no return. She let go and braced her hands on her knees, she closed her eyes tight and shuddered in her orgasm as Charm coiled and twisted between her thighs in the throes of her bliss. Her hips jerked in a spastic twitch and she suppressed a high squeal while straining muscles slowly relaxed.

When it finished its course, Liz blew out a long sigh and fell back against her seat. That put her in the right frame of mind. She paused a minute for her strength to return and then she pushed down her skirt, slipped on her shoes, opened the car door, and stepped out into the night. She bunched Charm up against her vulva to keep it warm and out of sight but ready for an encounter. She walked boldly toward the parking lot with her coat drawn tightly around her.

Across the parking lot, a car door opened and someone stepped out. Remarkably, it was the same car that had pulled into the lot when she first arrived, the one that had been behind her. Even more curiously still, it was a woman who stepped out. She was wearing a black leather coat over a short, red dress. The woman started walking directly toward Liz. As they closed in on one another, Liz noticed the woman was of slight build with very shapely legs and neck length hair parted low on one side. Her stride was bold with a frivolous bounce as she walked. Liz made the corner of the bookstore and turned toward the door and the woman changed her course to match. Watching the woman, Liz could now distinguish that she was very attractive with large, merry eyes. The low sweep of hair across her face gave her a roguish, playful appearance. All the time the woman was looking directly at Liz with a very mischievous smile.

The woman got to the door just an instant before Liz. She snatched the handle and pulled the door open for Liz. Standing to the side she said, ”Amusez-vous, ma soeur,” in flawless French.

‘A frog’, thought Liz. She was puzzled as to why this strange woman was calling her ‘sister’ and what she was up to, but this was not the place to start trouble. “Merci bien,” she said and stepped in through the door.

The inside of an adult bookstore is an entirely different world than the one outside. It is a clearinghouse of sexual ambition, where a man’s lust is temporarily assuaged for a price and the resulting shame washed away with disinfectant. As soon as Liz crossed the threshold, she was met with curious glances by half a dozen men scrutinizing the erotic magazines displayed along the walls. They all quickly averted their gaze when their eyes met Liz’, too ashamed to confront an object of their desire’s strayed quest. All except the store’s operator behind the counter, a big, burly man covered with dark fur. He stared at Liz with a frown, a lip curled in disgust, and an incredulous shake of his head.

Liz felt a nudge as the French woman stepped in behind her. She turned to look at her and found the same wicked smile as before. In the full light, she looked fresh and young, much too pretty of a thing to be on a perversion excursion. The woman stepped around Liz and then waded directly into the midst of the porn perusing patrons with a mock look of fascination; causing them to shuffle away in uncomfortable silence. Liz swore to herself that if she lived another 400 years she would still not understand the French.

Liz’ objective lay beyond the store area, in the arcade. The XXX arcade was an area toward the back behind a pair of swinging doors. It was an array of private, coin-operated video viewing booths where clientele could seclude themselves to watch a variety of X-rated movies playing on several closed-circuit channels. This was where Liz fed her need.

She made a bee-line for the arcade and pushed through the swinging doors. On the other side she found another half-dozen customers examining a display of current features playing along side the number of the channel on which they were to be found. All of these men gave the same reaction to Liz’s presence as the ones outside but with a little added curiosity. Liz gave no notice to the display, she was not here to see movies. She proceeded directly to a particular booth at the end of the corridor being careful not to confront any of the customer’s gazes. She did glance back at them with a brief but well-practiced alluring smile before secluding herself behind the booth’s door and latching it.

The booth was a dimly lit, four by four foot cubicle with a plastic chair in the center of its sticky floor and the overwhelming odor of pine-scented disinfectant. Opposite the door was a video screen with a speaker, a volume knob, a channel selection button and a coin/bill register beside it. Just below waist height and in the middle of the wall to the adjacent booth was a hastily cut hole about 4 inches in diameter. This was called a ‘glory hole’. While viewing a movie an occupant could arrange for the exchange of oral sex with the occupant of the adjoining booth through this hole. This glory hole is how Liz satisfied her needs without exposing her secret.

She needed to get to work quickly before someone entered the booth next door and peeked in on her. She pulled the wooden wedge out of her coat pocket and set it on the floor pointing to the door. She gave it an abrupt kick to jam it into place and secure the door shut from intruders, in case the latch was not sturdy enough. Next was the video screen. A closed door without the steady feed of money into the video machine would alert the store attendant and draw an angry knock at the door with the possibility of expulsion. Liz pulled out a five and slid it into the bill register. The light overhead went out and the video monitor came to life with a sex scene already well under way.

On the screen, an implausibly attractive blond woman with breasts shaped like a muffin-tin was being ravaged by a dubiously virile man who, ironically, lacked any trace of body hair. It was the standard porn faire, washed clean of passion and romance, served on top of a melodramatic chorus of expletives, and with plenty of biologically concise close-ups for verification of the act. Liz took particular note that their faces never got closer than 3 feet. ‘How could you call that making love?’ she thought. But then, having become an expert in detached sex, she really could not judge.

Liz quickly took off her coat and draped it over the monitor, not out of modesty but to make the room dark. She backed herself tight against the glory hole wall and pulled up the front of skirt, tucking it under her waist and out of the way. She stretched out Charm and felt around the stuffy, still darkness, waiting for a cock.

She didn’t have to wait long. She heard the door in the next booth close and then saw the light coming in through the hole change from tungsten yellow to a sodium-blue flicker. Through the hole came four fingers which felt around the perimeter – a proposition was in the offering. The hand withdrew and Liz drug her fingers around the hole in a like manner – offer accepted. Liz heard a zipper and then some fumbling before the light of the hole was blacked out. She reached out carefully with her hand and came into contact with an erection protruding through the hole. She examined it with her fingers, feeling its distinctive soft, fine-pored texture and warmth. She clasped it around its base between her finger and her thumb to keep him from pulling away. She stepped in front of the hole and then reached out with her wet tentacle to meet the penis near its tip.

Through the wall she heard a voice mutter “Oh, yeah,” in a low whisper. She longed to indulge herself by engulfing that tender but firm flesh and sucking it deep into Charm so she could feel it in her sensitive depths and undulate around its intricate contours. She couldn’t. She had to mimic a blow job or she might risk revealing her secret. She flattened out the tip and slowly dragged down and then up the length of the prick like a tongue would, teasing and enticing. She slobbered her slick excretions over it, moistening it, making it ready to swallow. She opened the maw at Charm’s tip to imitate a pair of soft, moist lips and glided them slowly down and up the underside of the now rigid and throbbing member. With her tip still licking and smacking around his base and testicles she herd him grunt and then felt him shudder.

Before she could bring Charm’s gaping mouth to his dick’s head she felt a warm, thick glob land on her upper thigh and drip off. She quickly caught his glans and pushed Charm firmly over it, sucking and squeezing it like a mouth urging a lover to his completion. She managed to work a couple of fleeting squirts from him and she drank them down but she had missed the bulk of his issue. She was disappointed in the waste but she made the most of it by engulfing him a modest five inches. That soft flesh felt so delightful and she really wanted to feel it deeper inside but she knew she had better not. She undulated the underside of Charm, imitating a swirling tongue to prolong his interest, meanwhile she gently nudged her clitoris, anxious to get something more out of this contact.

He, on the other hand, was anxious to leave and began pulling away. Out of fear of having Charm pulled into view on his side of the wall she quickly disgorged him and curled her tentacle tightly under her butt. It was a good thing she did because the man knelt down in front of the hole to utter his thanks. All he got a glimpse of was Liz’s fingers busily working her clitoris before she could step out of view. She heard him say something like “Go, baby. Jeeze you’re hot.” Eventually his video play expired, his light came on and he vacated the booth. Liz fed another five to the machine and waited for her next suitor.

She heard the door of the adjoining cube open and then latch shut. A half minute later and the light pouring in from the glory hole dimmed and changed hue. She bent over and peered into the hole from a shrewd distance. She saw the outline of a man’s head, scrutinizing the hole himself for an invitation. Liz poked her hand through the hole and quickly withdrew it. She heard a fly unzipping and knew her message was received. The man stood in front of the hole and thrust in a semi-erect penis. Liz grasped it around the base as before but this time engaged him quickly. She opened Charm wide and swallowed him in.

She had developed a technique, from watching many blow-job scenes on arcade monitors, of sliding Charm up and down a cock like a head bobbing up and down. She used a slack grip as she drew down over the cock and then a firm grasp with light suction as she pulled back, keeping the tip drawn tight like a pair of lips and swirling the inside of Charm on the underside of the dick like a tongue would do. The effect was perfect. She could bring a man to orgasm in seconds, delivering unforgettable satisfaction and profound accolades.

She loved the thrill of engaging a man. It seemed to her like a penis-to-penis encounter, like Charm were her cock and she was fucking a man in return, thrusting against his masculinity with her own weapon. She knew Charm was equal in performance and superior in ability to any dick she put it up against. She had an idea of what pleasure a penis felt and liked to believe it was akin to her own sensations. She also recognized the role of intruder and imposer that a penis enjoyed. While most women knew only the role of host and receptor, she knew both taker and giver. She had often wished she could meet a cock of equal capabilities to her own. One she could wrestle and struggle with for a comparable reward.

The actual sensation of the soft, silky-smooth, small-pored skin was much more preferable to anything Charm ever came into contact with, apart from her own vagina. She loved the contours as well as the textures, the flange where the glans swelled out, the loose hood of skin just behind it (circumcised or not). She loved the rigidity, the swollen firmness just beneath the taught skin that slid with her touch. She loved the tender throb of the pulse surging within it, especially as orgasm struck. And she of course loved the climax, the pulsation that traveled its length with the semen, the spurt gushing from the tip, the swell of fluid welling up deep within her maw, and that inner sated feeling when she gulped it down.

With two slow pumps of her tried and proven technique she had her new partner at full staff and in earnest commitment. Keeping her fingers firmly around his base she used her other hand to cup his testicles, guaranteeing his entrapment. She lightly massaged them and gently kneaded them with her fingers. She focused her attention on working him with Charm, sliding up and down on him, pushing and pulling his skin with firm but yielding pressure. Liz rolled back the lips of Charm to give herself leeway for deeper penetration. She knew she could not completely engulf a cock all the way to its base and maintain credibility of oral sex but she so longed to feel that tender flesh deep within her sucking tendril. She felt the soft moans of the man through their common wall and knew he was close to his release. He gave a shudder and a jerk and then she felt the sensation of his orgasm as his ejaculation burst through his dick.

Liz kept her hand cupped under his testicles. She liked the gentle throb under his crotch she could feel with her fingertips as each spurt shot up through. Her other hand found her clitoris with a quick circular grind. She focused her attention on Charm and she took inventory of his orgasmic response. She detected the surge just behind his scrotum, then came an overall swelling that traversed the length of his penis starting at the base. Just barely perceptible, she could then feel the tiniest of a rumble as the jet of semen charged up the shaft to be met with a slight swelling of the glans. Lastly came the stream itself, gushing out the meatus. She preferred to collect all of the jets into a single tablespoon-sized mass she could swallow up slowly and pass into her waiting depths.

He delivered himself in championship style, grunting and twitching as he shot each portion into her waiting clutch. Liz ground franticly at her sensitive nub and tried not to nudge Charm in any way that would betray her nature. She made the most of her contact with him by undulating Charm over his soft flesh, twisting and scooching over him like an inch worm. With her own climax close at hand she finally gulped down his emission, feeling its slick coalescence pass all the way up her tentacle to quench the yearning hunger deep inside. And she came. Her knees almost gave way under the assault. Such sweet pleasure as wave upon wave rolled through her. She had to let go of him and herself, she pressed her arms against the wall to quell her shaking and brace herself from falling. Her partner patiently waited for her to complete her use of him. It was an almost tender moment as the two of them shared their post orgasmic repose in partitioned seclusion, paralyzed by the weariness their climaxes left them in and reluctant to forsake that rewarding intimate connection.

He was the first to move, pulling backward as he shifted from foot to foot. Liz released him before he could pull her over to his side of the wall. She grasped Charm firmly with one hand but kept a firm grasp of him with her outer most rim, like a pair of lips wiping him clean on his withdrawal. This man was less gracious than the first. He stuffed himself into his pants, zipped up and barged out of his cube. ‘No matter,’ she thought. She got what she wanted out of him.

The adjoining cell remained vacant for quite some time after that. Liz kept her conspicuousness minimized by feeding fives into the machine. She had quite an amount of time built up when a new suitor stepped in next door. He began watching his movie with no concern of the glory hole at all. Liz dangled her fingers through the hole and still got no response. She bent over and peeked in and saw the side of his head. He was obviously interested in some exchange. Liz enticed him again and a moment later a pale rod protruded into her space a bare inch. She stepped up to it and planted a wet Charm kiss on its head. Assured, its owner pushed the rest of it in. Liz was aghast. The monster encroached at least nine inches into her space. She grabbed it to confirm it was real more than to keep it in place. Not wasting a second, she opened up Charm and started wolfing him down.

Liz made her practiced maneuvers on it, mocking the actions of a mouth as well as she could but pulled by a yearning to feel that thing deep. She was enjoying him immensely, he had a substantial girth, especially around the head, and the contours of the rest of his shaft were a roadmap of throbbing veins. She kept working him and her clit, making the most of the encounter. She climbed up to a nice orgasm. It hit her harder than she thought. The ecstatic pleasure sapped her strength and momentarily interrupted her concentration. She leaned against the door and marveled that she could stand nearly a foot and a half away from this man and still have sex with him.

On and on they continued. Liz began stroking Charm with her free hand, playing herself for another climax. It was not too often she had a partner she could achieve multiple orgasms with. The man’s staying power was impressive. She had been pumping on him for over four minutes and he had not yielded anything but a copious amount of his pre-seminal fluid (which was still quite beneficial). Liz was glad for every drop she could get and would have happily milked him all night but suddenly his movie stopped and his cubicle light came on. He was obviously aware that a closed door with the ‘In Use’ light off would attract the attendant’s ire and he pulled away to feed in more money. He whispered, “Sorry, just a minute.” Liz stepped back away from the light pouring through the hole and waited. He took some time and Liz surmised he must have fed in enough for a good, long tryst. When his light went out Liz stepped back toward the hole but in the dark she got too close. He pushed back through the hole and his erection poked her directly up against her mons, nestling in her coarse pubic hair and then wedging into the crease where her thigh met her mound. Liz froze. He would no doubt know he wasn’t engaging her mouth now. She then heard him whisper, “Alright, baby. Do I need a condom?”

‘What a break’ she thought. If he thought he was going to get an actual fuck, she had discretion to engage as much of him and in any way she wanted. She bent close to the hole and said, “No, I’m safe.” She quickly pondered her options and then had a stroke of brilliance. She lifted the back of her skirt, turned her back to him and bent over. Liz pulled Charm into her vagina with its tip protruding and mouth open wide like a funnel before her canal. Reaching between her legs she took hold of him and guided him as she backed up toward the hole.

Liz centered him over her pussy and pushed back. As his head passed in, she, as custom, enclosed Charm around him and started to suck. She abruptly stopped herself as such abilities were very un-cunt-like. He was a tight fit, especially with the added thickness of Charm around him. Liz arched her back and spread her knees to help his passage while Charm drooled out a carpet of slick lubricant over him as he was devoured. It was a parallel struggle to push Charm down over his length and accommodate Charm and guest within her tight passage but, inch by inch she finally got him completely in or at least as far as the wall would let her. It was a bit of a trick, he was pressed all the way to the end of her canal and she had to draw Charm’s slack out of the way and in to her womb without making any detectable motion. She also had to keep Charm firm enough to push over him but not so that he would feel it.

Once firmly seated he gave a quiet grunt and paused a second for their skin to relax around their tight union, then he began driving. It was slow at first and easy for Liz to manage, but as he picked up his pace and lengthened his stroke it became more difficult. She was getting pushed and pulled back and forth by his motion. She had to brace an elbow against the opposite wall to keep herself still and her butt pressed against the wall.

‘This was fantastic,’ she thought. She wished she had thought of this sooner. The pressure around her vagina walls was divine and the way he was sliding Charm up and down in her was better than anything she could produce for herself. Charm was getting a real treat too, deep, just where she liked it. Liz delved down on her clitoris with her spare hand and her enjoyment became complete.

An intense orgasm started to build. Liz locked her knees and waited. The man kept up a steady pace, fucking a hole in the wall and obviously enjoying it very much. It was tasking her abilities but she kept a regular motion within Charm of pulling out of the way at the back of her puss as he rammed in, drawing slightly around the end of his penis, sucking out his pre-cum before he withdrew, and then holding back Charm to keep from being pulled out. She thought her subtle pumping movement was indiscernible but the way the man was grunting and groaning she could not be sure.

Again, his self control was phenomenal, providing good, long service to Liz’ pleasure. That big climax finally hit. She felt it everywhere, it was the kind of complete joy that utterly satisfied every corner of her being, she shook and quivered under its throes. Within her, Charm twitched and jerked spasmodically. It was so immense it robbed her of her strength as well as her concentration. Through a haze of overwhelming pleasure she struggled to keep her feet, muffle a shriek, and prevent Charm from getting pulled out with his withdrawal.

Her struggle was made more difficult by the man’s furious new onslaught. Either Charm’s twitching or her effort to hold it in place had sent the man over the edge. He launched into that familiar torrent that signals a fast approaching orgasm. Liz, still in the middle of her own crisis, pressed hard against the wall and summoned what energy she still had to keep her hold on him. He pounded against the wall in a rhythm and a force that could not possibly be mistaken for anything but sexual intercourse to the men outside. He gave one big grunt and then pushed as far into her as he could and held still in that natural instinct that compels men to deliver their seed deep. Liz took the opportunity to seize him firmly and suck hard, oblivious to what he thought.

Then he came. Liz felt it go all the way through him in wondrous detail. She greedily sucked away the first spurt and then the second. The third came every bit as big as the first two, the fourth was even bigger. Liz marveled that she had a hold of a sexual super man. He kept coming. She lost track of how much but warmly received the quenching effect within. He stood absolutely still until he had issued every last drop. Liz held on to him to make sure that she got it all.

It was an awkward moment for Liz, to come out of such a consuming frenzy to find herself wedged across a porn arcade booth, her naked ass pressed against an anonymous erection to receive what should be a warm, compassionate exchange of life-giving fluid. She suddenly felt very cold and emotionally drained. It was one of those times when she saw herself as lost and helpless. The man on the other side of the wall began to shake and she knew he was about to lose his feet. She released him, pulled away and stood up. Her skirt fell back down and she turned to the wall and placed a hand on the wet, slowly drooping penis that she had enjoyed so much. She would have liked to meet it again but she knew that was out of the question.

Their commotion had attracted the attention of the other patrons. Liz heard scratches and gentle knocks at her door. She knew what they wanted. She bid farewell to the moistened intruder and sat down on the plastic chair with her back turned to the hole.

The man she just had was whispering to her through the hole. “Baby that was awesome.” “What’s your name?” “Hey, let’s get together and… um, talk.” “Can I see you again some time?” “I think we had something really good going back there.” She heard his movie stop playing and then he said, “I have to go now. Please, darlin’. Talk to me.” There was a long silence and then he exited the booth.

Liz confided herself that she had given him a whole lot more than most men would be getting tonight, but somewhere deep inside she felt she owed him more than a cold shoulder. Was this the existence she had made for herself? A tedious string of dangerous and tawdry liaisons all endured to support a lonely, loveless life? She pushed Charm all the way out, gathered it in her arms and hugged it close. She loved Charm and she was grateful for what it afforded her, but some times she hated what she had to do to keep it. Suddenly, she felt very tired and estranged. She wondered for the first time if this alienation is what Kate felt.

Chapter 5 – A Discovery

Liz expected another man among the anxious lurkers outside to quickly take the last one’s place but it had gotten strangely quiet. She wanted to leave, just run away, but after the commotion she had just engaged in with her last donor, there would probably be a mob of them out there, and if she could tap just one more man she would not have to come back for a whole two months. Her movie finished and she reluctantly fed in another bill. Right after she did, she heard the sharp sound of high heels boldly stepping into the booth next door. The steps paced around the small room as if surmising its implications then the cube’s door latched close, its lights went out and its movie started playing. Liz glanced over at the hole. She deduced that it had to be that strange French woman over there, ‘What could she possibly want?’ Then, in the dim light she could see some long slender object protruding in from the hole. It apparently was not the French woman after all. She rose up from her chair and walked over to the glory hole, reaching out in front of her with Charm to address the new suitor.

As she swept Charm through the darkness she encountered something moist, slick, and soft to the touch. She reached for it with her hand but before she could touch it, it sprang to life, wrapped itself around Charm several times and then tugged her toward the wall. Liz was startled beyond belief. It was so soft, so smooth, so intricately deft and dexterous and yet so familiar. Whatever it was it had completely entwined itself with Charm and was undulating itself over her tender, sensitive flesh in the most delightful way, crowding out Liz’ ability to reason with such sweet caresses. She surrendered to it and pressed her body flat against the wall, she just wanted more of whatever it was doing to her. She responded to it by returning its caresses in like manner.

A small sliver of reason beckoned her to investigate this wonderful being. Amid the frenzied delight Charm’s tip traced the root of the tentacle to its source. She came across a band of some lacey material and then over the top of that a dense nest of course hair. Following the wet, ensnaring rope of flesh over the elastic band of panties and through the tangle of hair, she discovered loose flaps of skin. ‘Those are labia and at the top… a clitoris.’ Then what protruded just below from this woman’s vagina was… ‘A JHARUM!!!’

The shock nearly made her faint. On the other side of this thin wall was another like herself. Liz was not alone in the world! This new encounter suddenly took on whole new grand dimensions. She was now enjoying discovery and rapture with the most precious creature in the world, a woman just like herself. She pressed her hips flat against the wall, kissing it like a sweet lover, as she made love to this other woman through the hole.

In the darkness, through a rough-hewn opening the two members wrestled, coiled, twisted and undulated over each other. Liz was in heaven and laughing with delight. An orgasm passed through her without warning. She was so deep in her pleasure she barely noticed it. Her overwhelmed senses were blocking her awareness. For Liz it was more intense and constant pleasure than anything she had ever experienced, more nerve soothing than opium and yet more nerve wracking than a whole-body tickle. She rested her head against the wall to steady herself against the consuming dizziness. Through the wall she could hear a soft, low, raspy voice murmuring unintelligible words and enraptured moans. Liz tried to focus on this, her partner on the other side of that wall, the being she just must know, have, and keep forever.

In that dark, cramped space between the couple, where their carnal limbs twisted and wrangled in slippery passion, the two pointed tips found each other. Liz opened her maw to embrace the other and in mutual intent her counterpart did the same. The two tangled tails pressed together in an audible kiss. Sucking tightly together they tensed and became very still. Liz heard her lover whimper a feint “Mai oui… O, ouais.” through the wall. She felt the other woman’s yawning tip narrow and close. She knew what was coming and she welcomed it in breathless eagerness.

Her accomplice’s jharum dove into hers, slowly but with deliberate force. It was ecstasy for Liz, it pushed and turned as it followed its way through Charm’s articulated inner passage. Liz had very little to do but untie her self from her partner’s tail and let it delve into her depths. Deeper and deeper it went until it had entered Liz’s length all the way up to her pussy lips and a soft, wet rope of flesh joined the two women at their sexes. Liz was beside herself with joy. She held within Charm a member more physically satisfying than any penis she had ever taken and an opportunity to take in more of it opened before her.

To allow it further access to her she would have to consume the portion of it within her partner’s vagina. She slipped Charm’s lips within her partner’s labia and then slid into her snug canal. She heard through the wall passion filled entreaties and grateful squeals. It was the first time Liz had ever felt another woman’s cunt and she familiarized herself with the intricate textures and contours as Charm continued to swallow. Her lover was reaching depths within Charm hitherto untouched and washing over Liz higher levels of ecstasy with each inch. Orgasm was becoming an almost constant state for her and it hinted at something even greater.

Liz’s breathing was becoming labored, she opened her mouth and tilted back her head to ease her struggle. Her vision was fogging and she was becoming so dizzy she would have lost her feet if she weren’t leaning against the wall. Liz had worked her Charm over the entire length of the other. She occupied the length of the woman’s vagina and Charm’s lips were nuzzling over her cervix, in a light suckling kiss. Within Charm she felt the other on the brink of broaching beyond her cervix and entering the utter mystery that lay within Charm’s roots. Through the wall in a low sultry murmur she heard the first clearly discernable English her partner had yet spoken, “Yes… yes, my sweet… open… let me in.”

The instant she felt the delicate tip pass beyond her cervix and within Charm’s source, a storm crashed in upon her. Liz was transported beyond physical bliss and into a realm of absolute delight that transcended conscious thought. Her body disappeared and all sensory perception turned inward; toward her mind itself. Her experience was that of her own awareness split and replicated into an entire army; all feeling and sharing in pleasure like that of a virgin’s first climax. She seemed to be falling in to a yawning chasm of alternate reality. She cast off her physical being and surrendered her mind to total rapture. For how long; she did not know.

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Liz’s next clear thought found her sprawled out on the floor of her booth. Her head was spinning, her limbs twitched and jerked uncontrollably, her thoughts were confused and disjointed, and her throat felt scratchy as though she had been screaming. Her ceiling light was on and she could hear someone pounding on her door. She sat up slowly and tried to piece together what had happened. Through a gray fog she realized her skirt was up and her tender treasures exposed. Looking down she saw Charm lying over her thigh, swollen and trembling. In a reflexive move, she awkwardly pulled her skirt over it. Through the ringing in her ears she heard voices, one loud, angry voice and one soft, anxious whisper. She looked up again and saw a hand waving frantically at her from a hole in the wall. She focused her mind on the words coming at her.

“Hey! You hear me? What the fuck you doin’ in there? I want you out of here! I’m callin’ the cops!” boomed a loud, masculine voice from outside the door.

Somehow, through the noise of his shouts and banging she heard a whisper with a thick accent, “Cherie. Cherie. Are you alright? Speak to me! Let me help you!”

With much difficulty she lifted her arm and reached for the hand from the hole. The hand clasped hers and she heard the voice say “Bien!” The hand released hers and withdrew through the wall. She heard a door open. Then she heard a woman’s laughter.

Liz’ awareness was slowly returning. She knew where she was and she started to reassemble her last concrete awareness. In the midst of it all the towering realization that she had found another like herself captured her attention. She must not let this woman get away! Still not rational enough to formulate a plan of action, Liz pulled herself to her knees and peered into the hole. ‘She’s gone! … Must find her!’ screamed her desperate and confused mind. She heard the woman’s laughter countered by a loud, threatening male voice. The woman’s voice was the focus of all her hopes and longings, she was determined above all else to reach this woman and cling to her with all her might. She struggled to her feet and it was almost all she could do just to remain standing. She reached for the door, unlatched it and pulled. It would not budge! She could still hear the laughter and the angry voice, “You crazy bitch! I’m kickin’ your ass outa here!”

Liz was on the verge of tears. She was locked in this cubicle while her partner, her soul-mate, her key to the mysteries of her own life was just inches away and facing violent ejection. Liz tugged frantically at the door and then remembered the wedge she had jammed under it. She kicked at it, all the time fearing her new friend would be taken away before she could find her. Liz finally got it loose and pulled open the door. She spilled out into the hallway and immediately her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor.

There in front of her that same French woman was leaning against the doorway and laughing hysterically. Over her loomed the store attendant shaking his fist and screaming every act of violence and legal action he could command. Liz’ only concern was laying hold of that priceless woman and staying with her no matter what happened. In her still not-quite-lucid mind she sought to latch on to her and reached up toward the woman.

The instant her hand came in view the burly attendant grabbed her by the wrist, “You’re not goin’ anywhere,” he growled! “I shoulda called the cops on you a long time ago!” Liz nearly melted in frustration and dire dread.

The French woman’s face flashed from merriment to rage the second Liz’ wrist was seized. She reached her hand into her coat and pulled out a revolver. In a furious instant, she swung the gun toward the attendant’s head. There was a flash and a loud bang as the shot whizzed over the man’s shoulder and into the wall behind him. “Let go of her, son of a bitch,” yelled the now enraged woman in a heavy accent!

The attendant was paralyzed in fear. He let go of Liz’ arm almost convulsively. Eyes wide and mouth open he sank back against the wall.

While breaking back out into her laugh, Liz’ liberator grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet. The woman tore off in a trot dragging Liz behind. Out of the arcade they ran, Liz’ knees were wobbly and it was hard to keep her feet. Helplessly weak, Charm bounced painfully off her thighs as she ran.

Store patrons were already beating a hasty retreat when the yelling started, when the shot rang out they all practically dove for the door. Liz and her companion ran right through them. The woman was still laughing as though this whole situation was just a circus of fools. They burst through the door and scattered more patrons on their way to their cars. Liz couldn’t help herself, she started laughing too. Partly at the silliness of scurrying men and partly out of a sense of happiness at securing this priceless new friend and the wonder opening up before her, Liz laughed herself breathless.

When they reached the woman’s car, she opened the door and pushed Liz in. She got in right behind, started the car, and backed out. They nearly hit two more men on the way. The woman threw the car in gear, floored it, and they tore off onto the highway in a cloud of dust and flying gravel. Down the road they flew, still laughing as they watched behind for any pursuers. A half mile down the road the woman slammed on the brakes and turned sharply into an abandoned farmyard next to a brightly lit truck stop. She slid into the yard and stopped between two overgrown shrubs then shut off the engine and turned to face Liz.

Looking into each other’s eyes they slowly stopped laughing and the gravity of their discovery settled upon them. The two women caught their breath, it got real quiet, and the entire universe shrank down to just the two of them. After a time the woman lifted the front of her skirt to show herself. There, still protruding over the waistband of her skimpy panties, curled up in a ball between her legs, was a moistly glistening, crimson rope of flesh very familiar to Liz. She made no effort to stop the woman as she lifted Liz’ skirt and tenderly scooped up the still bloated and quivering Charm in her hand. “You have the tail… like mine, yes?” she said in a low raspy voice. Liz was dumb-stricken. She could not articulate the marvel before her. Was it real?

She still held the woman’s coat sleeve clutched tightly in her fist. Releasing it, she lifted her hand to the woman’s cheek. With her other hand she reached for the writhing organ on the woman’s lap. The woman took her hand and guided it to Liz’ quest. When she touched it, the tip lifted and wrapped around her thumb as one of the coils pushed its way across her palm. Liz recognized the sensation; it was real, she was real, it had all actually happened. In the vastness of the world, there was another being like her and against impossible odds they had found each other. Before Liz sat a woman who had shared all of her lonely longings and lost wanderings. A tear rolled slowly down her cheek. The woman pulled Liz’ stocking cap off and then pressed Liz’ hand to her lips and kissed it. “My name is Fantine,” she said. “I have searched for you… eighty years.”

Liz threw her arms around Fantine, pulled her tight and both women started crying. They cried out all of their pent up fear and lonely misery until their overwhelmed emotions had all been spent. In the vacuum of their empty isolation, they held each other. Meanwhile, both women found the strength to pull in their overwrought treasures back into safe seclusion. In that stillness, their minds came to ponder the miraculous luck in their meeting. It was Liz who finally broke the silence. “How did you find me?”

“It was not an easy thing,” said Fantine, incredulously. She drew back to look into Liz’ eyes. “I knew a man in Venice who say my kiss, it remind him of someone. I know what this means and I must find that someone. I follow clues. Ooo, Tres difficile. You leave very few clues. For eighty years I search and I chase. Some times… real close I get, and then, …un mystère, you disappear again. I find you visit the very old grave in England. I go there and wait. You came, and voila, I follow you here.”

Liz could remember that man in Venice, a good friend until he got too close. She could almost recall his face. So many men; so long ago. But her mind refocused on her present company, the most wondrous find of her long, lonely life. “You must come with me. Stay with me. Be mine forever. We belong together. Oh please, Fantine. Don’t you see that,” Liz pleaded? For the first time in centuries, she did not feel lost and alone. Fantine was her rescuer and she would cling to her like life itself.

“Non, ma patite,” soothed Fantine with a hopeful smile. “You must come with me. Come to my island, my love. You will live like a queen. Safe, happy, and many of the young men, yes? They give us what we need, freely, not through the hole in wall… Oh, so crazy.”

At that moment, a bright light of hope burst before Liz like she had never known. A chance for a care-free life with nothing to hide and no past to run away from nor next move to plot. A life with a companion, someone just like her, who knew all of her hardships and secrets and who could live unlimited years with her. A special intimate friend who could reach depths of gratification like she had never known possible. “Yes! Oh please, yes!” she exclaimed, anxious to start that new life right now. “Please take me with you. Let’s go now. I’ll stay with you forever!” Liz threw her arms around Fantine’s neck and hugged her tight, so glad she was to leave her fears behind for good.

Fantine gently patted Liz’s arm, assuredly. She pulled back and said, “Elizabeth, my sister, you must be calm, patient. You run, you make the people… suspecting. You must disappear like always. You tell them a story, eh? And then we run the other way. Un mystère, yes? All very simple. No one follows.”

Liz knew immediately she was right. She owed it to Fantine to keep her refuge safe and not draw attention to it. Besides, if Fantine could find her, then so could anyone else. This time her escape must be perfect.

“We have time, you and I,” Fantine added. “We get to your car and you go home. Tomorrow we plan.”

“Come home with me,” Liz pleaded. She picked up Fantine’s hand and kissed it. “Please don’t leave me.”

“No,” Fantine assured her. She kissed Liz and hugged her. “I will not leave you.” In the moments that followed Fantine held her tight as though fighting off her own fear and sadness. Liz almost thought she heard Fantine sob once. “We go to a safe place now. We rest and we plan.” Fantine drew back and smiled reassuringly at Liz. She turned away and started the car.

Liz stayed close to Fantine’s side as Fantine turned her car onto the road and drove back to the bookstore. She laid her head on Fantine’s shoulder. She had not relied on any one since so long ago with Kate. She felt relieved to set aside her vigilance in deference to another’s guidance and control. She wondered, ‘So strong, determined and wise, how old could she be?’

When they got to the abandoned motel, Fantine pulled in behind Liz’ car and then turned around toward the exit. Liz started to get out of the car but Fantine stopped her. “Wait here. I look first,” she said. She got out of the car and pulled the revolver from her coat pocket. With the gun held behind her, Fantine crept slowly around Liz’ car and then stepped in front of it to look about the bookstore lot. The whole area was deserted. The patrons had all left and the operator had apparently shut down for the night without summoning the police. Fantine motioned for Liz to come and stood sentry while Liz darted to her car.

Once both in their cars, Liz pulled out of the lot and led Fantine to her apartment building. She was very careful not lose her though she was certain Fantine had already discovered where she lived quite some time ago. She was anxious to bring her newfound friend safely home. Fantine saw Liz home but did not park her car. Liz went to her to invite her to stay.

“Soupçon,” replied Fantine. “No one should see you with strangers before you disappear. You know this. I will meet you in the morning.”

“Oh please, stay with me,” pleaded Liz. “I’ve been so lonely for so long. Only you could understand.”

The desperation of Liz’ appeal softened Fantine’s resolve. She smiled and nodded her head. After parking her car she joined Liz at the elevator and they rode up to Liz’ floor.

It was dear of Fantine to show such concern for Liz’ welfare but there really was no call to worry so. Liz knew there were no parties nearby who were close enough to her to have any curiosity about who came or went.

Liz lead Fantine into her apartment and turned on the light. “Well, this is my home,” she said as she held out her arms in a presentational gesture. “Can I get… can I offer you something… to drink,” she asked? “Coffee? Tea?” She felt awkward. She had never entertained a guest in her own home before. Fantine felt to her like a strange visitor and at the same time a familiar friend.

“Do not trouble yourself,” replied Fantine. “I am fine.”

“A glass of wine, maybe,” Liz pressed? She felt a need to be a responsible host but her nervousness showed.

“If you will join me,” Fantine took Liz’ hand and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “Elizabeth, do not trouble so. I came to help you, not be entertained.”

“Please, call me Liz,“ Liz smiled. “You’re right, I’m not accustomed to having someone this deep into my life. I’ll be OK. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Very well, Liz,” she returned Liz’ smile. “We have the connaissance to make, yes?”

“Yes. We have time, though. Don’t we?” She went to the wine rack and pulled out a bottle and drew a cork screw from the drawer. As she opened the bottle she watched Fantine take off her coat and fold it over her arm. It was the first time she saw Fantine in full light. She was lithe in figure with a sleek, graceful frame. Her face was softer in this light, a warm, rugged appeal with the same impish playfulness she had first noticed. Liz noticed for the first time that she had made herself an apparent age of eighteen. That seemed bold in itself but fully in line with the daring nature of her capable new friend.

She brought in two glasses of wine and set them on the coffee table. “Here. Let me take that for you.” She hung up Fantine’s coat in the closet. “Please, have a seat.” Liz took a seat on the opposite end of the couch from Fantine and they both sipped their wine.

“I am so happy to find you,” Fantine said. “I remember when my old friend, he tell me of your kiss. I feel this joy. I know I am not the only one.”

“After four hundred years I thought I was the only one,” Liz said, she herself in awe of the remark. She had never dared mention this – her deepest secret. This frankness was shockingly refreshing to her.

Fantine’ eyes opened wide. “Four hundred!” She moved closer and took Liz’ hand in hers. Looking intently in Liz’ eyes she said, “Please. Tell me.”

Liz told her whole story. She told of her life in sixteenth century England. She told of her lost love and long years awaiting his return. She told of the night when she met Kate and all of the instructions and warnings Kate had imparted to her. She told of all the places she lived and studied and with some shame, what she had done to keep alive. She told her whole four hundred, sixty year-long tale of caution, fear, and loneliness. Fantine drank it all in with great fascination and wonderment, especially all of Kate’s instructions and warnings.

Chapter 6 – The Story of Fantine

It then passed to Fantine to tell her own tale. She spoke in her broken English and lapsed into French for the more difficult parts. Liz’ French was rusty but she was able to keep up.

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Fantine told of being born in the south of France in 1866. Her father was a captain in The Gendarmerie. Her mother was a merchant’s daughter who died in childbirth. Fantine, their only child, had lived a sheltered life cloistered behind the walls of her academy by day and under the strict watch of her governess by night. It was a very happy life and she was in love with the beauty of her small town and countryside.

When she was sixteen her father accepted the position of warden over the penal colony of New Caledonia. It was a prestigious opportunity for him but for Fantine it meant uprooting her life and taking a long sea voyage to the other side of the world. She bade farewell to her safe, comfortable home, her friends and her charming surroundings and she packed up her life for the trip.

The first leg of their journey was by steamship across the Atlantic to the Central American isthmus. The voyage was pleasant and eased her sorrow over leaving her home in France. In Panama, their belongings were ported overland to the Pacific where they boarded a three-masted schooner, which would carry them on to the South Sea Isles and New Caledonia.

It was a long, tedious voyage but the weather was very pleasant. It stayed so until they reached the South Seas where they were stricken by a terrible storm. Fantine feared their certain death amid the loud crashing and anxious shouts of the crew. When morning arrived, the storm had passed but the ship had been de-masted, their rudder broken off completely and three crewmembers lost.

For days they drifted aimlessly as the crew tried to rig a new rudder and fabricate an effective way to catch some wind. Although their progress was slow, they affected a way to resume their course and sought a friendly port to make more suitable repairs. They might have made it if not for another storm even more fierce than the first. It quickly stripped the small ship of all means to guide itself and left them at the mercy of the waves. At some point in the night the helpless ship was blown broadside over some unseen reef, broken asunder, and torn apart by the wind and waves.

In the panicked haste to abandon ship and secure a means to stay afloat, Fantine was struck many times by wind driven debris. In the turmoil she lost consciousness. When she awoke it was morning and she found herself secured to a floating hatch cover. She was in terrible pain from an open wound to her stomach, another to her head and consumed with fever.

She went in and out of consciousness for quite some time until she found herself washed up on a sandy beach. Around her were many pretty children with brown skin and oval eyes. Soon, adults were summoned and then ensued some great row apparently concerning Fantine and what should be done with her. From the midst of the row arose a pretty young woman a little older than Fantine who seemed to champion Fantine and argued a solution.

Fantine blacked out again but awoke to find herself on a sturdy bamboo platform within a cave that opened into the sea. The cave was lit with torches and at her side knelt the same pretty girl who gave her water and tried to tend to her wounds. The girl was talking to her in a soothing tone and gently stroking her in a calming fashion.

Soon after, a handsome young man came in a canoe through the mouth of the cave. He had to duck under the cave’s mouth to enter but he rowed up to the platform and climbed up to kneel in front of the girl. They talked together in a familiar, lilting way. Both were smiling, lightly laughing and touching each other as they talked.

The young man rose up on his knees and removed the garment he wore around his waist and was completely naked. Fantine was shocked to see a man nude for the first time in her life. The girl rose up on her knees and removed her garment. The naked couple then kissed and almost immediately the young man became erect.

Fantine’s mind was in turmoil, for how could they make love before her? Did they not realize her condition and dire pain?

What happened next Fantine, at the time, had to dismiss as fever induced delusion.

The girl touched Fantine’s arm as if making sure to have her attention. She then saw the girl sprout what Fantine thought was her own penis. It emerged from the dark hair of the girl’s loin, red and glistening wet. It then came to life and grasped the boy’s penis in a coil-like embrace. Fantine thought she must be going insane from her injuries because then the girl’s penis began to devour the boy’s.

The boy eased back to sit on his haunches and the girl followed him to straddle his lap. The couple remained like that in a tight embrace, moaning their pleasure. Neither moved accept the girl’s member which swallowed more and more of her lover’s organ.

While well into their joining the young man gave out a deep moan and shuddered. The lovers broke their kiss and then joyfully exchanged what Fantine believed were sweet entreaties to each other. The couple separated, the girl’s tail released its hold on the boy, and the boy smiled at Fantine and said something she wished she could understand. The girl laid down beside her to stroke and comfort her. She kept talking while gesturing at her curious tail and then at Fantine’s sex.

Fantine felt lost and helpless. She missed her father, she was in great pain and fearing for her life and now it seemed to her these people were oblivious to her suffering and were just going to let her die slowly in neglect.

Not long after the young man had left, another one rowed his canoe in to the cave. It was another virile-looking youth with a soft-featured face and beautiful eyes. He bound up on to the platform and exchanged salacious banter with the nude girl. In time, he removed the sarong from around his waist and approached the girl. As before, the young woman placed a hand on Fantine’s arm as if to draw her attention.

The young woman laid on her back and her new lover knelt over her from between her legs. They wrapped their arms around each other and engaged in a deep kiss. Their lips parted and the girl turned to look at Fantine, as if making sure that she observed this. As with her previous lover, Fantine saw the slippery wet tail of the girl open up at the tip and devour the boy’s erect phallus. After that, their intercourse consumed them and they vigorously ground together. They rolled and struggled beside Fantine in the throes of their strange bond. Her fever overtook her and Fantine blacked out again.

When she came-to later, Fantine found herself stripped naked. The same young girl was kneeling at her side. She looked gravely at Fantine as she stroked her and was trying to explain something that Fantine gathered to be very important.

The girl bent over and kissed Fantine’s forehead, then her cheek and then on her lips. She paused to say something that Fantine interpreted to be reassuring. All that she could feel was frustration and terrible pain. The girl kissed her again full on the mouth and she felt the girl’s tongue slip between her lips. Before she could utter any protest, Fantine’s pain completely vanished. The soothing relief was overshadowed by a yearning for pleasure and release. The next thing she knew, Fantine found herself wanting to completely surrender to her caretaker’s attentions.

The girl moved to where she was straddling over Fantine’s body. Fantine felt her move between her legs, kneeling. The girl lifted Fantine’s thighs and rested them atop her own thighs. Fantine was powerless to stop her. She clung to the girl only wanting more of that kiss and the pleasing, soothing effects it was having on her.

To her shock, she felt something probing about her sex. Without looking she knew it had to be the girl’s strange red penis. In that instant she realized the girl intended to rape and ravage her. She did not care. Her pain was dispelled and the kiss was mysteriously filling her with a want like she had never experienced. In the next instant, she was entered, violated, impaled by the girl’s strange appendage. It charged into her by its own volition; pushing and gaining but by no thrust on the girl’s part. It tore through her hymen and surged in to secret depths Fantine was unaware she had. Deeper it delved and thicker it got, swelling up to fill her passage. Helpless, Fantine gave herself up to it, threw her arms around her partner and let herself be taken. It was a strange delight that filled her and it slowly faded as she slipped again into unconsciousness.

When Fantine woke again it was morning. Light fell into the cave from the sea opening. She was alone on the platform and the first thing she noticed was her fever was gone. It was replaced with a dizziness and a strange feeling inside, down low. There was still some pain in her head but not the intense pounding like before. Her stomach wound was still causing a bit of discomfort, but only when she tried to sit up. Her first notion was to attribute her mended wounds to the narcotic kiss of the native girl. She lay quietly and waited for her friend to return.

A few minutes later her young physician returned. Fantine was so grateful for her relented anguish and mended spirits that she thanked the girl repeatedly. The two spent the next hours working out a dialogue and traded much of their personal details.

Fantine learned her friend’s name was Penina and that this island was one of several they called home. She made it clear that Fantine was not welcome among them and she must remain in the cave. Through arduously mimed gestures and some established terminology, Fantine was made to know that Penina had given her something from herself and that it now dwelt inside her. That this endowment would help her heal and that when she was better she would have to give the endowment back.

Fantine was curious as to what Penina had imparted to her but she would soon find out exactly what she now possessed.

Penina carefully rolled Fantine onto her side and then made a pillow for her head so she could watch. Sitting in front of her, she lifted Fantine’s upper leg and placed it over her shoulder. She then began to rake her fingers gently over Fantine’s sex while cooing softly to her. Fantine was at first put off by this affront but reasoned that it was only girl-play and they had been lovers the night before. She began to enjoy the pleasurable caresses and felt romantic desires stirring inside. She also felt a strange compulsion to present more of herself to this encounter. She did not know what but something inside wanted to join in this play. Penina then began to lightly stroke around her soft opening, teasing the sensitive flesh, venturing a finger into the wet recesses. That was when Fantine responded with her own touch. It did not come from her hands. She sought to reach out in response and when she did, a slick red tongue emerged from her sex to meet Penina’s playful fingers.

Fantine froze in shock. She never knew she had one of those, for surely it was hers. She controlled its movements and she felt what it touched. Penina exclaimed her encouragement and ever so lightly stroked the red tail. The feeling was delightful and Fantine’s hand joined Penina’s in wrestling with her new appendage and exploring its talents.

After some time at this exploration and play, Penina called out to someone outside the cave. One of the young men who had loved Penina the night before rowed into the cave on a canoe. He climbed up on the platform and Fantine wanted to hide in shame of her nakedness. As the boy knelt beside her, Penina stroked her and spoke in soothing tones to calm Fantine’s apprehension.

Fantine knew where this meeting was headed. She knew her new appendage was the endowment Penina had bestowed upon her and that it was crucial to her healing. She understood now that Penina was trying to show her how to use it the night before. She now realized that engaging men sexually in the manner Penina had displayed would fuel her healing. Though it ran contrary to all aspects of morality and social conduct she had ever learned, Fantine would have to engage in sex or die. It was all too much but she was at the crossroads of her life, what cannot be avoided – must be endured.

It was not so unpleasant. Her new tail did feel wonderful in its sensual ability, and the young man was very attractive and friendly.

He stood up and removed his sarong and then knelt at Fantine’s feet. She invited his advance by opening her legs and he crawled up to a leaning position over her. She knew she had to envelope his erection. She looked to Penina for encouragement and then opened up and swallowed him completely in one swift motion.

She was astounded at how good it felt. Good enough to forget any discomfort she was feeling. Penina placed her hand over the boy’s engulfed penis and urged Fantine to work him in a steady up and down movement. Fantine, to her dismay, actually was enjoying it. She learned her appendage’s talents and was familiarizing herself with male anatomy on every stroke. She took more of him and began to work him vigorously when suddenly she felt his discharge. She froze, not knowing what to do. He ejaculated his full measure and squealing with delight, Penina stroked upward on her tail to prompt Fantine to ingest it. She did as instructed, gulping it all the way up her red tail and almost immediately felt a relief from her pain spread throughout her body.

It was not hard for Fantine to accept the necessity of this intercourse any further. She actually felt so much better she sat up on her own and shared in the generous, warm expression of emotions her hosts brought with them. They playfully embraced and stroked each other in a new, unashamed openness. Before he left, the boy hugged Fantine and they parted as close friends.

Soon after he left, another young man rowed into the cave and joined the two girls on the platform. Fantine lost her timidity. She knew what was expected of her, how exactly it would benefit her and that these people were trying to help her. Albeit in a way contrary to western civilized conduct, Fantine actually began to dismiss it in her mind as innocent youthful exuberance.

She was more relaxed with the second boy. As he crouched over her, Fantine took more time in engaging him and worked toward her own pleasure as well as his. They kissed, her first, and the act absorbed them in the headlong struggle for sexual reward. She delivered him and joined him in climactic bliss (also her first). It tickled her senses as she squealed and clung to him until her return had run its course. Again, she felt a modicum of relief from her discomfort as she swallowed down his emission.

By the time she had been serviced by the fifth boy, she was feeling remarkably better and had even developed an appetite. Penina called an end to her visits for the day and brought her something to eat.

In the days that followed, Fantine was visited by three boys in the morning and three different ones in the evening. They were all very sweet toward her. They brought her gifts and kept her entertained with songs and tricks. Fantine was astounded by how fast her wounds healed.

After two weeks she was completely well and Penina, to Fantine’s disappointment, curtailed all visits from Fantine’s young suitors. It was time to return her tail to its rightful owner.

For the next day, Penina took great pains to explain the entire process as best she could to Fantine and mimed what she must do. Fantine listened carefully because she knew it was important, one or both of their lives might be in danger.

The next morning, Penina was carefully going over the process again when all of a sudden a tremendous boom, louder than thunder, burst upon them. It was almost deafening as it reverberated throughout the small cavern. The water surface danced and rippled below them. They held their ears until the last of the terrible noise subsided. Outside the cave they could hear a great commotion as the people in the village gathered to address this powerful phenomenon.

It was too much for Penina to cope with. She bade Fantine to stay and then leapt into the water and swam out through the mouth of the cave. Fantine sat very puzzled as the minutes passed. Worry replaced puzzlement as more minutes passed and still no word from Penina. After quite more than a half an hour after the tremendous boom, the most frightening event of all transpired.

As Fantine sat waiting for her friend’s return, all of the water quickly drained from the cave. The water level sank lower than low tide and then continued until all the water had left and the cave floor was exposed. Fantine could have walked out and not gotten her feet wet. Before she could contemplate such a move, there came from outside the sound of yelling and then many frightened cries. The screaming voices were soon drowned out by a loud roar. Louder it got and then with the speed of a passing train a great surge of water rushed in through the cave entrance. The surge splashed against the back of the cave and water level rose with alarming speed. Fantine thought she would certainly drown within the next minute. But the water rose only up to the top of the cave entrance and no further.

For a very tense moment, Fantine knelt, trembling on her platform and waited for the water to rise and snuff out her life. Then, as quickly as the water had first drained out from the cave, the level again sank until it was at its usual depth, and the cave mouth was open. All was silent except for the usual steady pounding of surf on the rocks outside.

Fantine was dumfounded over what had just transpired. She strained to listen for any sound that might tell her of what happened outside to both the village and its people. She heard nothing. She waited for Penina or one of her young men to come. It got dark, and no one came.

The next morning she awoke thinking surely Penina would come. She called for her but got no response, nothing but the sound of waves on the shore. As afternoon came she grew hungry and entered the water. She sought merely a peek to see what was wrong.

She swam out of the cave and climbed on to the rocks outside. She saw the beach reaching out on both sides from the cliff face her cave was in. There were no people. She climbed down from the rocks and on to the shore. She thought the village had to be near by, she had always heard them close to the cave. Not a trace was left. It looked as if they had gathered everything and left. There was not even a footprint in the sand.

Fantine looked all about the island and could hardly find any evidence any one had ever been there. It frightened her deeply that some terrible thing had taken them all away and that it might return. She cried for her friend, Penina, and what might have happened to her.

The date was August 27, 1883. Unknown to Fantine at the time, a small volcanic island hundreds of miles away in the Sunda Strait had just destroyed itself in the biggest explosion of all recorded history. Hundreds of people on surrounding shores were killed by flying debris and scalding clouds of gas. Thousands more died as an enormous tsunami spread outward in all directions. Such a great wave had just wiped the island clean of all life, leaving Fantine alone in the horrifying remains. At nightfall, she returned to her cave and wept until sleep took her.

The following day she set out from the cave to find food and water. She was able to make do. She spent the rest of her day searching for some clue as to what might have happened to the people who had saved her. She found nothing

A week passed and, luckily, a Dutch whaler approached the island in search of fresh water. Fantine was rescued.

The sailors fed and clothed her and the captain made accommodations for her in his quarters. They ferried her south to the Solomon Islands where she was given passage on a cargo ship to New Caledonia. She completely forgot about her tail and was consumed with concern for her father and sorrow for her lost island friends.

When she arrived in New Caledonia she discovered she was the only known survivor of her ship and also of the explosion of Krakatoa. Left orphaned, she was placed in the custody of the convent to finish her schooling.

Sex was not a viable topic of discussion with the nuns. Her special tail was definitely something they would not understand and so Fantine kept that to herself.

At the age of eighteen she was released from the care of the convent and she took up employment in the house of the governor as a maid. They were kind to her and treated her very well. After eight years in their home, she met an elderly plantation owner who became very enamored with her and took her as his mistress.

He provided for her a comfortable home adjacent to his property and came to see her every other day. He was not a vigorous or even satisfying lover but he was easy to please and very grateful for Fantine’s attention.

By this time, Fantine had learned great restraint in the use of her jharum. She avoided the temptation to please herself or even muse the possibilities of her secret appendage and it had dwelt silently deep within her for twelve years. Her gentleman lover’s sexual fumbling had, however, awoken new curiosities in her if not as an accompaniment to his technique, at least as a substitute. She began exploring self-arousal in her lover’s absence and re-acquainted herself with her long forgotten tail.

To her joy, she discovered its talents and abilities. She stroked and petted her wonderful toy and derived immense pleasure in its use. Inevitably, she employed it in the lovemaking of her gentleman benefactor. She dared not introduce him to it directly, but she found a way to engage him while he was inside her. It added to her enjoyment of their act. It also sped his release and sent him on his way. Of course, she captured his emission, some of it anyway. It gave her a soothing relief somewhere deep inside.

Months passed, and one morning while taking her bath, Fantine noticed something about her form. Her body had toned up, her limbs had regained some of the suppleness of her youth, her skin seemed firmer and more resilient. She remembered how with a man’s semen her tail had helped her heal but she did not know until that moment it could rejuvenate her. When she looked at herself in a full-length mirror it confirmed her discovery. To her dismay, it was apparent she could stay young, in fact, live indefinitely.

Fantine welcomed this new gift but knew immediately that she had to use it wisely. She controlled her urge to ingest more of her lover’s emission and she avoided the temptation to push her regressing age any further than could be reasonably believed. She continued in her often boring but comfortable existence as a rich man’s plaything.

Seven years after taking her as his mistress, her wealthy plantation owner died, leaving Fantine her house and a third of his holdings. This made Fantine rich beyond her dreams. She had learned much in the company of her lover and shrewdly parlayed her plantation holdings in to a promising shipping company. The company grew as did her assets and by the turn of the century, Fantine had wealth and power that insulated her from almost all of her worldly concerns.

She returned to Europe where she established herself among the leisure set. Business barons and royalty became her crowd and her money allowed her freedom like few had ever known. She knew her longevity would draw unwanted attention so she kept on the move.

She held on to her fortune by willing her assets to a solitary, young niece, faking her own death, and then assuming the identity of the young niece she had created. It was a tricky endeavor but she was very cunning and bold. She had kept up this process until post World War II when she sold off her interest in the shipping company and bought three adjacent islands in the South Pacific. On one of them, the same one she was rescued by Penina, she built a quaint, comfortable home, on ground higher than any wave could reach.

It was previously, in Venice, during the summer of 1935 that she took a lover who was mad for her kiss and one day talked in great detail of another woman whose kiss had the same narcotic effect on him. Her hunt for a young, English art scholar named Elizabeth began there.

Chapter 7 – Find Love

It was late when Fantine finished her tale. They were both tired and really needed some rest.

“I should leave and let you go to bed,” Fantine said as she stretched and yawned.

“You must stay with me,” asserted Liz. “Please, I insist. It’s much too late to be driving about. And there is so much for us to talk about in the morning.” She placed a hand on Fantine’s. “Really. I would worry terribly if you left now and it’s no trouble at all.”

“Very well,” said Fantine. She looked deep into Liz’ eyes and smiled warmly.

Those soft eyes and pretty smile worked on Liz. Their encounter in the arcade was still fresh in her mind. The temptation was there to surrender herself to her lust and dive into the tangled bliss her new friend offered but she was wise enough to know lasting relationships were not founded on abrupt impulses. “You can sleep with me, if you don’t mind,” offered Liz. She did not mean to imply anything but it was the only bed she had and it would be callous to offer a guest anything less.

There was nothing to debate. She rose and led her new friend to her bedroom. “You must be tired,” Liz offered. “It’s not a hotel suite but it’s comfy.”

Liz took a spot between her bed and her dresser and began removing her clothes. She dropped her skirt to the floor and remembered she had left her panties in the car. She felt embarrassed and quickly dug into a dresser drawer to get a clean pair. As she removed her blouse the notion caught in her mind that she was shy about her body in front of Fantine. She really had no reason for coyness. She had shared deep intimacy with this woman. Albeit, through a hole, it was closeness and rapture like she had never known. Her precious Charm had penetrated deep into Fantine’s pussy; it was not at all a casual encounter. Fantine had delved into Charm to a point beyond mere union and triggered ecstasy that verged on a spiritual experience. She shook off her momentary embarrassment and was glad to be rid of it. This would be the first night of a long personal relationship. Liz finally had someone she could bond with. Now at hand was the development of that relationship.

Fantine showed neither hesitation nor embarrassment, she simply stepped to the opposite side of the bed and began undressing. She slipped off her shoes and stepped out of her dress. With no ceremony, the slender, girlish-figured woman took down the bedspread and slid under the covers of Liz’ bed. She propped herself up on her elbow and watched Liz.

Liz stood in her bra and panties, she was wrestling with the idea of putting on pajamas like she usually did but she knew it would be rude to humble her guest. She turned out the light and slid into bed facing Fantine. They bid each other good night and closed their eyes.

Liz opened her eyes again to study Fantine’s face. She looked sweet and angelic and Liz knew it would be easy to become enamored with her as friend and companion. In spite of the sex they had shared tonight, she still wondered about the kind of love relationship she could surrender herself to. It involved opening up a part of herself that she had shuttered away in darkness for centuries. It would mean embracing behavior that was alien to her. She knew it was time to confront aspects of sensuality, sexuality and interpersonal accord like she had never known.

Fantine’ eyes suddenly fluttered open. The two women smiled and they held each other’s gaze.

“It is a scary thing, to trust a new friend,” whispered Fantine; her voice was raspy from her long story. “It is hard to believe, over the years… I look for you,… you become very dear to me.” She took Liz’ hand and kissed it. “I come to you because I love you, my Elizabeth. I will protect you from all harm, now and always. If we are sisters or no.”

Liz was touched that Fantine seemed to feel what she was struggling with. “Yes, thank you. We are two of a kind. We should be taking care of each other.” She raised herself on her elbow, leaned over Fantine and they kissed. It was sweet and tender. Liz laid her head next to her new friend. They smiled at each other again and closed their eyes. ‘Yes,’ Liz thought. ‘We will be lovers.’ She could feel the notion as a seed planted in her heart. She needed merely to wait for it to sprout and love would finally be hers. Seconds later, she was sound asleep.

——–

When Liz awoke, she found Fantine still sleeping peacefully beside her. She quietly slid out of bed, put on a robe she had hanging on the closet door and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. It was some minutes later as she was reading the paper that Fantine padded into the room. With her dress pulled on and still unbuttoned, her hair fallen across her face, and her eyes all puffy she looked sweet and innocent like a girl at a sleep over.

Liz greeted her with a peck on the cheek. The two chatted lightly as Liz fixed them a light breakfast of toast and yogurt with fresh fruit. She was pleasantly shocked at how easy it was for her to relax in Fantine’s presence and wondered if it was all they had in common, the intimacy they shared at the arcade, or if it was something deeper.

“Fantine, about last night… ,” Liz began after she’d finally built up enough courage to broach the subject. “When you got into me… When you reached within me so deep, what happened?”

“You do not know,” came the awestruck reply?

“I felt what you did to me… “

“Yes,” Fantine coaxed?

“It was… Wow. It was fantastic… beyond anything, ever,” Liz laughingly recalled.

“Yes, and then what,” Fantine anxiously plied?

“Well, apart from what was going on in my head, I kind of blacked out.”

“You do not remember?”

“No.” said Liz flatly. “I just remember coming to on the floor. What happened?”

“Well… at first, you get real… êtes devenu très tendu. Stiff. And then you sway, back and forth a little,” she explained. “After that, you moan and laugh. Then you moan real loud. You screamed and I think maybe I hurt you. But you keep the hold on to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Liz said with a blush. “I hope I didn’t scare you too much.”

“It was very good I think, yes?” Fantine took her hand and spoke confidingly, “Maybe you show me some time, yes? I would like to have this feeling… with you.”

“Oh yes! Of course, we… umm,” Liz started. She was caught up in a girlish excitement that tickled her in a way she had not felt in years. Her own frankness and unbridled interest shocked her. ‘But why should it?’ she thought. If there was any one on earth she could finally trust and open up to it was Fantine. “Yes, I would love to show you.” The two silently smiled at each other for a moment before breaking out in a nervous giggle. Liz flushed and took an instant to tuck away the fresh feeling for later reflection.

They talked for hours more about basically the physiology they shared and their feelings about it. They exchanged anecdotes on the major historical events, especially of the past one hundred forty years; where they were and what impression they had of epic events like wars, natural catastrophes, and cultural phenomena they could both recall. They talked about famous people they had known.

While Liz’ encounters were mostly in science, art and academia like Louis Pasteur, Victor Hugo, and Albert Einstein; Fantine’s were mostly royalty, politicians and entrepreneurs like Prince Edward of England, Benito Mussolini, and Gottlieb Daimler. They did discover that, apart from their mutual Venetian friend, they had both met Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Woodrow Wilson, and Henri Rousseau. They were both amused by how small the world could be if one’s life is big enough.

They traded their impressions of the human race as abject observers; non-playing characters; spectators freed from the oppression of mortality. They shared their feelings about their unique perspective, outside of mankind and still part of it. Liz had been enthralled with Fantine’s tale the night before, now she was hanging on her adventurous friend’s every word; trying hard to know every facet of the new personality in her life.

As noon approached, they decided upon collecting Fantine’s things from her hotel and stopping somewhere for lunch. Liz took a quick shower, something she usually did immediately after a trip to an arcade, and dressed in slacks and a sweater to join Fantine, dressed and ready, in the living room. They took Fantine’s car and continued their engrossing conversation on the way to the hotel.

Once in her room, Fantine casually stripped herself nude before Liz. They chatted lightly as they had all morning about their likes and dislikes, also simple things and casual observations. It was part of a familiarization process that all new friends go through, however, this one had promise of something deeper. Liz admired her openness and trusting nature. She also admired her form, her toned body and smooth clear skin. She found her eyes drawn to Fantine’s thick, triangular pubic nest and all the wonder that lie within it. Fantine laid out her clothes and then immersed herself in the shower.

She invited Liz into the bathroom so they could continue their chat. Liz was touched by the gesture. After her shower Fantine went about laying out something to wear and packing up her things. She remained nude as she worked; displaying herself for Liz; tactically offering herself to Liz. All the time she looked deeply into Liz’ eyes, smiled happily, and made a point to touch Liz at every opportunity. It was having its intended effect; the giddy glow inside Liz grew into something that dwelt unavoidably on her conscious mind.

“I had to buy new clothes for this cold weather,” explained Fantine as she worked.

“They’re very pretty,” Liz said. She could not keep her eyes off her enchanting companion. She enjoyed interacting with her and being the focus of her attention.

“Do you like the white or the blue,” Fantine offered as she held up two pair of panties on either side of her sex? Liz pointed at the blue but her eyes stayed focused on the dark, merging combs of her friend’s pussy.

Fantine knelt on the bed beside where Liz sat. She put her hand on Liz’ shoulder. “What do you see,” she asked in a low sultry voice?

A doorway was opening to something sex had never been for Liz. “I see what I want,” she started to say. She reached for Fantine’s dark mound of feminine mystery and sought to meld with; not just what it held inside but with the woman beyond. Rapture, release, familiarity and refuge all within her grasp. She held back. “But I’m reluctant to take it”

“Qu’est-ce que c’est? Reluctant,” asked Fantine?

“Afraid,” replied Liz. She smiled to reassure her friend. “Sex has always only been something I do to stay young. It’s never been an emotional exchange with another person. ‘ know what I mean?”

“Yes, I think so. You need not to hide any more, my Elizabeth,” whispered Fantine.

“Okay,” said Liz as she tried not to cry. “Teach me not to hide and I’ll make you glad you found me.”

“I am already glad.” Fantine kissed her on her forehead, smiled at her and then merrily went about her chore.

Packed and dressed in blue jeans and a pullover, Fantine and Liz checked her out of the hotel and stowed her luggage, then it was off to a nice bistro Liz knew of for lunch. Their conversation turned light and frivolous as the two women were quickly becoming very close and familiar. Liz was enjoying Fantine like no one she had ever known, and why not? They were two of a kind. But it was more than that, everything Fantine said or did made Liz glow with happiness in a kind of way she had almost completely forgotten.

After lunch, they strolled through a pleasant park hand in hand. As they walked and talked, Liz was becoming entranced by the girl’s every move. Fantine’s beauty, her playful charm, and her sultry, knowing stare were working on Liz. She felt herself falling under some kind of spell that filled her with a warm glow and tugged on her heart. Old feelings that she had isolated deep within her were bubbling up She wanted to scoop up her charming new friend in her arms and hold her close like a playful kitten. Liz was beginning to yearn for privacy so she could do just that. Her opportunity was coming soon.

Their casual stroll took them into seclusion amidst a grove of cypress trees. The newfound seclusion pushed Liz to respond to what she was feeling. She stopped in her tracks and pulled Fantine to a halt. The two faced each other and Liz addressed her urge to take her new friend in her arms and indulge all the wants she could not explain. She reached out to Fantine but something stopped her. She was confused. Feelings that had slumbered so long were now waking, not for a man, but another woman. She looked at Fantine, her eyes were full of bewilderment and consternation.

Fantine smiled and cupped Liz’ face in her hands. “Is it so difficult,” she asked? “Love… it is more than where we find it.” She dropped her hands to her sides and took Liz’ hands. “I had eighty years to think about mine.”

It was like salvation stood before Liz and was waiting for her response. The thought of putting it off for the sake of her old-fashioned hang-ups over a lover’s gender set her on the verge of screaming in frustration. She thought of all the nameless men she had used in an utter vacuum of affection and her mind was made.

“Can I have the next eighty,” Liz asked, on the verge of tears.

“Eighty, eighty thousand,” whispered Fantine and she gathered Liz in her arms and kissed her deeply.

If their kiss was having any chemical effect on each other, they really could not have noticed. Their passion was authentic and fueled by nothing more than the moment and their newly awakened longings for each other.

A thrill moved through Liz. So long it had been since she enjoyed a kiss with another. She wrapped her arms around Fantine and held her tight. She let her lover gently suck on her tongue and basked in Fantine’s warmth. Their bodies melted together, Fantine cooed to her and pushed her hips against Liz’ in a gentle, telling rhythm. They might have collapsed to the ground and flailed against each other in pursuit of cresting their boiling desire if nervous laughter had not interrupted their embrace.

They pulled apart defensively and turned to meet a small group of teenagers who had stumbled upon them amidst the trees. It was an awkward moment. The youngsters giggled their snide remarks quietly amongst themselves and Liz felt like curling up into a ball in embarrassment. Fantine, however, was not the least bit timid about her actions. She sensed Liz’ trepidation, took her hand and simply led her out between the trees and back out into the park green, laughing, just like she had in the arcade.

Liz quickly realized the silliness of her fear and began shrugging off her nervousness. This life was already behind her. They both laughed as they ran through the park back to Fantine’s car. Liz was amazed at how free she felt; about how Fantine had dispelled her fear and eased her discomfort with her brave, bold action. She felt so safe in Fantine’s hands.

She was also still feeling her arousal. She yearned for Fantine’s touch and longed to be alone with her. They got into the car with little or no discussion. Their destination was set and Fantine drove toward Liz’ home.

Their excitement mounted the closer they got to Liz’ apartment. They were both anxious to be alone and bring their flesh into play. Liz pushed out with Charm; filling her vagina with its anxious presence; anticipating the joining to Fantine; yearning to tie together in rapture.

At last, Fantine pulled into the parking lot. The two women practically trotted in to the elevator, their giddiness evident in their glowing faces. Fantine took Liz’ hand on the ride up.

Thoughts of their previous encounter, the night before, in the arcade, played in Liz’ mind. She recalled the overwhelming assault on her senses and the frightening loss of control. She looked to her companion and tried to utter her guarded concern. “Honey,” she whispered. “Darling, let’s be careful. Alright?”

“Yes, my love. We know now,” Fantine softly soothed. “The wall, it is not between us tonight.” She took Liz’s hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips and kissed it and held it against her cheek. “We will take each other to that place… we will bring each other back.”

Liz trusted her temperament and she knew she would be safe. The door opened on Liz’ floor and the couple darted to her door. A quick turn of a key and they were home, alone at last, and locked within their refuge.

Nothing impaired them now. Fantine shrugged her coat from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Liz followed suit and stepped toward Fantine. She lifted her hands toward Fantine’s shoulders and waited for her love partner to engage her touch. They laced their fingers and slowly brought their faces together. Liz pursed her lips for their kiss but Fantine held back. She took control and stayed off the kiss to pique Liz’ desire. She let their lips and noses gently brush in concert in a subtle tease that sent Liz’ heart aflutter.

When Fantine finally brought her mouth to meet Liz’ it was electric. Liz moaned her delight and wrapped her arms around her lover. So long it had been since she lost herself in a kiss and to have it now with her newly found, fresh feelings was like the glow of a Spring sun’s first warm rays. Fantine’s tongue found hers and they traded uninhibited caresses. Liz knew she should have reservations about the strangeness of sharing romance with another woman but that reluctance was drowned by the joyous surrender she was now enjoying in Fantine’s arms. Their bodies melted together and their two soft forms became one.

Inside herself, Liz felt with Charm her moistening desire. She yearned to reach out and bond herself with Fantine through her deprived appendage. Charm twisted and churned within her cunt, striving to break free and engage its rival in Fantine. Liz was wrestling with a surge of emotions running through her. All of her repressed longings fought for release in this liberating tryst. It was all so wonderful and she wanted so much more of it.

In frustration she broke free of Fantine and stepped back. She brought her hands up to her face and tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were wild with passion and they devoured her beautiful friend before her. She was torn. This contact, these emotions, this alternate orientation were all contrary to the strict rules Liz had established for her life and very nature. But it enticed her so.

Fantine smiled seductively and slowly drew her top up over her shoulders and head. She tossed it aside and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She scooped her pert breasts in her hands and waited for Liz’ response.

Liz wanted her flesh like nothing she had ever known. She spun around in the fervor of her emotions and with shaking hands pulled her sweater off and then released her breasts from their brassiere confines. They hung round and firm on her chest, her nipples ached in their stiff arousal. She shook her head and let her wavy hair spill freely around her shoulders. For a minute the two just drank in each other and then dove into a new embrace.

Fantine’s tender cuddle set Liz’ senses on fire. Liz had never known any such subtle delight as her breasts cradled in such soft warm skin. She indulged her touch in the creamy smoothness of Fantine’s back. They drank each other’s kiss like cool water on a hot, dry day. This is what Liz had missed all those years. This was the human affection she had shunned for her own safety and it was hers now to drown herself in. .

It was Fantine who yielded first to the call of deeper passion. She broke their kiss and taking Liz’ hand, led her to the bedroom. Liz lingered at the doorway and watched her enticingly beautiful partner pose herself among the shadows.

Fantine stood at the foot of the bed and stepped out of her shoes. She slowly peeled off her jeans and panties. Pushing them all the way to the floor she stood up and held her arms out to Liz.

Liz watched the beautiful female form reveal itself before her in the soft, blue twilight from the window. She advanced unfastening her slacks as she walked. Never taking her eyes off Fantine, Liz let her pants fall down around her feet and then stepped out of them and her shoes at the same time. She began to fumble with the waistband of her panties and Fantine stepped up close to her and gently dug her fingers under the filmy material and tugged them slowly down Liz’s hips. They stood nose to nose, passionately gauging each other’s eyes. Fantine sank down with Liz’ panties. Liz could feel her breath warm and heavy on her skin as she watch her lover descend.

On her knees, Fantine pulled the light garment from Liz’ feet and then let her hands roam over Liz’ body. Up her legs, around her hips and butt, across her back; the hands traced and Fantine’s gaze followed, learning her partner’s body. Her hands played over Liz’ flesh somewhat like an artist molding his clay but more gently and deftly like a pianist’s over a keyboard. The hands explored lovingly, worshipfully, seeking full knowledge of Liz’ every peak and valley. Fantine laid her cheek to Liz’ thigh to feel her softness as her hands reached upward over Liz’ femininely dimpled abdomen and laid hold of her breasts. She petted them, weighed them, squeezed them, and kneaded them.

Liz’ hands braced Fantine’s arms as she let her lover go about her search. It had been so rare in her life that she ever surrendered herself to a lover’s tender devotion. It all felt so wonderful now, not only in its novelty but in who she now entrusted her body to.

Fantine lifted her head and turned her face in toward Liz’ navel. With tender kisses she traced the edges of Liz’ coarse pubic curls. Her lips brushed the flesh and her tongue teased the bristling hairs.

Liz parted her knees to allow Fantine’s access to the rarely visited fold where her thigh met her crotch. Her pussy was now open for her dear lover’s homage.

Fantine paused and looked deep into the nest of curls. She used her fingers to part the surrounding tangle and found Liz’ slotted opening. The fingers lightly stroked the puffed folds of flesh before separating them to reveal their hidden treasures. She brought her lips to Liz’ protruding clitoral hood and kissed it. The kiss changed to a soft lip embrace and Fantine sucked the tender organ into her tongue’s reach. Her hands encircled Liz’ ass cheeks and she pressed her love-making into the willingly offered cunt.

It was not the stimulation provided by her act that so captivated Liz. She could quite easily duplicate the exact same sensation herself with Charm. It was the doting, subservient gesture itself that touched her so. The thought of kneeling before someone’s sex and offering them oral gratification stirred her deeply. She reached down with her hand and stroked Fantine’s cheek. Fantine looked up to catch Liz’ eyes with hers. Her look was warm and affectionate. Liz’ heart melted and she knew she belonged to her young companion, now and forever.

Rising up on the tips of her toes and balanced in her lover’s firm grasp, the gift of climax was opening itself before Liz. She braced herself and let it crash over her. A jolt of pleasure shot through her every nerve. She gasped aloud as muscles convulsed and her nipples ached. Strangely, this orgasm was a new sensation for her; to receive her pleasure from a trusted friend – a real person and not just a nameless, passing benefactor.

Fantine broke her kiss with Liz’ clit and watched her lover’s throes. She cupped her palm over Liz’ mons and soothingly petted her. She dropped down into a cross-legged position and tried to brace Liz from falling

The turmoil of Liz’ climax was intense and sweet but left her body weak. She recovered just enough strength to lower herself to the floor and she eased into Fantine’s waiting arms. She squat down straddling Fantine’s lap and their mouths found each other again in a passionate kiss.

It was like a warm nest or better yet, a welcome home for Liz in Fantine’s arms. She would have liked for it to never end. The soft flesh and her mouth were so inviting. They both sucked gently on each other’s tongues. Liz let her hands wander over Fantine’s soft smooth flesh. It was a treat in itself and she wondered why in all of her depraved forays she never strayed into this Sapphic bliss.

Fantine’s arms swam through Liz’s thick, soft hair as though the experience was an entry into her lover’s body. She obviously enjoyed the reward of her long search for Liz and reveled in every aspect of her body.

This was all Liz needed. No orgasm or thrill was necessary. Having an adored lover in her arms fed a hunger in her she did not know she had. None the less, she welcomed the soft, wet finger of flesh that teasingly probed her pussy lips, sliding along her moist folds and seeking admittance. The clever tentacle of jharum had no difficulty in entering her and gaining the depths of Liz’ cunt. To Liz it was not a violation nor intrusion because it was no mere fuck; this was the connection of her reserved inner being to that of her sweet love. The tail of flesh pressed its advance all the way to the end of her vagina and then swelled up to make its presence known in the tight channel. Liz could feel the tip open up to a broad mouth which closed over the mound around her cervix and gently began sucking. Liz knew she was being called upon to come out and join her lover in a carnal grapple. She happily complied.

The ultimate sensory organ met the finest of caresses. She pressed Charm out from its snug home, opened its mouth and met Fantine’s in a kiss. It elicited a light moan from Fantine and Liz held it there, twisting her tip in a circular motion that caused Fantine’s tail to sweep around the inside of Liz’ cunt. It put Fantine over the edge. Her body tensed and her moans rose higher and shriller until she erupted in sweet orgasm. Liz became still and let her lover enjoy herself.

She used this opportunity to slowly take inventory of all sensations open to her. The musky scent of feminine arousal mixed with the sweat of a jharum’s wet secretion. She tasted Fantine both with her mouth and Charm’s. The opportunity was there as well as her curiosity to plunge into the alluring depths of Fantine’s jharum with her own, to feel that delicious softness around her and the subtle caresses it promised but there was so much else she wanted this connection to bring. She slid Charm around the sucking grasp with her partner and pushed along side of it through her vagina to emerge in the cool air outside her pussy. She wanted to make this a fuller contact and reach deep into her lover’s cunt and feel her lover’s jharum over the full length of her own. Downward she reached until she found the coarse dark curls she had admired before. She followed Fantine’s red tail to where it emerged from her wet slit. She pushed beyond the puffy pussy lips and plunged into her depths. As she snaked her way in, she wound round and round the soft rope of flesh. Fantine did likewise in the opposite direction so that their tentacles were coiled around each other in a long braid. Liz found the end of her lover’s canal and at last the two engaged women could enjoy their entanglement to its fullest.

Fantine spread her knees and Liz took advantage of the opening to lower herself and bring their pussies closer together. They both began twisting and sliding their long appendages against each other in a caress so exquisite Liz thought she wound burst from excitement. Another orgasm quickly engulfed her. She moaned and shook as it passed through her. Fantine cooed in delight of her pleasure and soon lapsed into the frantic squealing that signaled the approach of another of her own climaxes.

They sat on the floor, lost themselves in the newfound thrill of young love, and enjoyed a coupling unique in the world. Their secret tails rewarded them both with their talents and moans in the darkness signaled the rich pleasures unfolded from their tryst.

Neither knew what time it was nor how long their tangled embrace had lasted but their bodies told them a more comfortable position was needed. They broke their kiss, silently gauged each other’s eyes and smiled.

Liz was so happy she could almost cry. Two days ago she had no idea such a wonderful person as Fantine existed let alone that she could trade such joy and pleasure with another. “Do you… ,“ she struggled with the emotions she was feeling. Her voice was soft but weak, she continued, “Do you know how I feel right now?” Her heart was wide open and she wanted so much for her partner to feel the same.

“Yes, my Liz,” whispered Fantine. “I knew you as I look for you. I knew we would have this love.”

She kissed Liz again and Liz could feel it was true.

They both leaned backward slowly. It was obvious they were both stiff from their cramped embrace. They had to untie to pull apart. Liz began uncoiling Charm’s hold on Fantine. The endeavor tickled both women and they giggled as their tails untied and pulled out of each other’s pussies. Once disconnected, they rose to their feet and stood before each other. Their jharums dangled limply between them and neither could resist the call to embrace again. Their mouths just seemed to belong together and they kissed.

Liz cradled her impish lover in her arms like a treasured possession, to have and keep her for however long their enhanced lives may be.

Fantine was hungrier in her embrace of Liz. Her hands explored Liz, touching her all over as if in disbelief, she was really there and yet eager to know her like this night could never last. She brought a knee up on to the bed and pulled Liz to follow her into love-making’s natural habitat.

They lost their kiss but Liz followed as Fantine crawled backwards to the head of the bed and then slipped under the covers. Fantine welcomed her with a tender embrace and kisses when Liz joined her between the sheets and slid her body up against Fantine’s warm, smooth skin.

As their lips met and their tongues crossed their red ropes of jharum entangled in a wet embrace. They quickly picked up where they had left off on the floor but now snuggled in warmth and comfort and wrestling prone the way love was meant to be shared.

It was not long before Fantine’s tip had groped through its clutch on Liz to find Charm’s pointed end and then engulfed it. Liz knew what her lover wanted. Breaking their kiss, she raised herself on an elbow and looked down at Fantine’s eager face.

With plaintive kisses, Fantine whispered, “Please. Yes? Take me there, my love. Make this night forever live in me.”

Liz could not deny her. Though, she knew the wonderful yet terrifying plunge that awaited her, she would give her love anything she wanted. She kissed Fantine on the forehead and then rose up on her knees. She maneuvered herself between Fantine’s widely spread legs and crouched over her upturned pussy. Fantine’s jharum was flared open in anxious anticipation of entry. Liz moved slowly, in solemn reverence of what she was about to inflict on her precious lover. She scooped up Fantine under her thighs and pulled her down toward her own crotch. With her knees straddling Fantine’s butt she looked into her eyes as Charm dove in to the open mouth.

This was fresh territory for Liz. So many times she had engulfed the members of other partners to engage them for sex but now Charm was delving into another and unlike the moist, soft recesses of her own cunt Fantine’s jharum was alive and responsive. As she pushed her way in she could feel every twitch and shudder of her lover’s snug embrace around Charm.

Fantine was obviously enraptured by Liz’ advance. She cooed as Liz’ tail entered her own and for the first time felt within her inner reaches an organ aptly suited to delve there. Her organ helped Liz’ passage with muscular undulations that gulped Charm ever deeper. She closed her tail’s mouth around Charm and started to swallow her way up the sinewy tentacle and in to Liz’ puss.

Liz was enjoying their coupling too. When Fantine started working her way up into her vagina, she sighed deeply and lowered herself onto Fantine. Their lips met and their hips negotiated a comfortable position for their love-making. They held each other tight and Liz pressed on to meet the secret depths of which she never knew.

On the threshold of those depths, just beyond the entrance to her uterus, Liz felt the silky smooth snugness around Charm open up into an open expanse. The instant she broached it she distinctly had a taste in her mouth, or rather within Charm, of cinnamon and honeysuckle. As she marveled at the sensation Charm had never before given her, she was distracted by the effect she was having on Fantine.

Fantine erupted into an opera of deep moans and shrill squeals. Her hands, which had before simply braced Liz’ neck in patient anticipation, now roamed over Liz’ back like a harpers’ hands over the strings. Her breathing became heavy and she sucked at Liz’ tongue as if for sustenance.

Liz yearned to probe the secrets of a jharum but her lover’s instinct told her to indulge Fantine’s joy at this level before going on. She was getting off so on providing pleasure to her lover. She delicately churned in the deep recesses and delighted in the effects she wrought on Fantine. She longed to join her in this frantic joy and she started thrusting her hips up and down to grind her vulva against her partner’s. Their organs, tied together by a red rope of flesh, meshed perfectly. The giving side of love warmed her heart and her body rewarded her with a long, intense orgasm that reverberated through her nerves like an echo down a canyon.

‘Yes,’ she thought. ‘The time is now.’ Once her climax had subsided, she reached deep within Fantine to send her to the reward that awaited her. Charm reached the center of that deep silky recess and found something Liz had not expected at all. There at the back of Fantine’s womb was a stout, bristly cone and more of that cinnamon taste she felt before. The instant she touched it Fantine gasped and then went rigid. Startled, Liz lifted her head to check the response.

If what she felt within Fantine’s reserve was not enough to alert her of crisis, then the change that swept over her lover’s face surely was. Her eyes rolled back and then Fantine gave out a loud shriek followed by a tattered, raspy gasp for breath. She croaked out a long grunt and shook violently.

Liz feared for her safety and quickly let loose the bristly cone and relinquished a portion of her deep entrenchment within her partner. She peppered Fantine’s face with soft kisses and gently spoke her name to soothe away whatever attack had seized her love’s senses. Her effort was of little benefit as Fantine erupted into a kind of wailing laughter. Liz pressed her body hard against her and held her tight to help restrain the violent shaking.

At long last, Fantine drew in a long breath and began to show signs of regained control. Her arms drew up beside her head and were trembling. Throughout Charm, Liz felt tremendous convulsions wrack her dear friend’s organ. Her breathing became less desperate and she moaned Liz’ name.

“Shhhh, baby. It’s alright. I’m here.” Liz whispered. “Shhh. Shhhhhh”

She took a few more breaths to calm down. She wondered briefly if she had done her dear friend harm. When she realized everything was all right, she slowly began to disengage her deep entrenchment within her lover’s core. She inched Charm out against Fantine’s sporadic convulsions that seized and sucked on Charm’s retreat. Fully disgorged she used Charm to pet and stroke Fantine’s jharum, soothe her flushed, swollen pussy and coax her to retract. She sucked Fantine’s listless jharum into her own and soothingly squeezed and massaged it.

Fantine was still moaning softly, almost like a cat purring. Liz laid herself down beside her and scooped an arm beneath her head to cradle against her shoulder. She covered her and held her close.

She looked again onto the sweet face pressed against her breast to feel the thrill of warm longing surge through her again. She marveled at all the joy that was Fantine and she vowed to make herself younger like her new lover. She fancied in her mind what a cute couple they would make in their island paradise. Within minutes, Liz slipped off into a delightful sleep.

Chapter 8 – The Rescue

When Liz woke up she glanced at the clock and noticed it was late. She stretched and yawned and then found Fantine curled up against her. She brushed her hair aside, kissed her forehead and then studied Fantine’s sweet, peaceful face. It had been so long since Liz had ever felt anything like what brewed inside her now. She wondered how it could be that she was so fortunate. She was truly in love.

She laid still, holding Fantine late into the morning until finally deciding to get up and start some coffee. She got a pot started and slipped quietly into the bathroom to take a shower. She soaked herself in the warm spray and thought about Fantine and their fresh relationship. She tried to imagine what their future would be like.

Through the frosted glass of the shower door she watched a sleek, feminine form stretch before the bathroom mirror and then turn face her. She recognized the dark hair and graceful curves. She smiled and reached out to touch the shower door as though painting the image on the glass. She watched the figure sprout a long, red tail and then walk toward her.

Fantine opened the door and warmed Liz with her smile. Liz welcomed her with an embrace. They touched foreheads together and gazed into each other’s eyes. Their smiles said everything.

Liz had always been careful about exposing Charm in the shower (the soap stung so), but as their lips met she slowly pushed it out to join Fantine. Their tails entwined and the moment became a soul kiss.

The rest of their morning was spent in bathrobes either lying in bed or on the sofa with hours of playful banter or heartfelt entreaties. Fondness for each other grew on them as if it was their nature to be lovers and friends. They tried to make an effort toward cooking breakfast but it was useless, they could not keep their hands off each other. Realizing the futility, they decided on venturing out for lunch and then strayed repeatedly while trying to get dressed.

Liz’ strong sense of propriety and order prevailed and they eventually found themselves at a quiet little restaurant beside a stretch of river-walk.

At the restaurant and all through their lunch, Fantine continued in her playful, almost lackadaisical mood but Liz was strictly business.

“I’ll have to sell my car but I can just give away my furniture and clothes,” Liz asserted, she was practically just thinking out loud because Fantine was not really in a planning frame of mind. “That leaves us with just a few boxes to take with us.”

“My boat is waiting for us in San Diego,” offered Fantine, then she gave a mock pout. “Why do you not tell me again how much you love me?”

“Perfect. I’ll tell them I accepted a job in Baltimore,” continued Liz, ignoring Fantine’s playful taunt. “Nobody would dare try to track me down there.”

“If someone, they love you very much, then they search the world for you, eh?”

“Silly girl. Plan now – love later,” Liz chided in acknowledgement of her lover’s plea for attention. She took Fantine’s hand over the table and smiled warmly at her. Lunch was over and they both needed more private time. They agreed to go back to the apartment and curl up together for a nap. They paid the check and eagerly headed back to the car.

She saw him only an instant; an angry face standing in the parking lot. Her only thought had been, ‘Oh, what is he doing here?’ Liz quickly dismissed the incident and her mind turned back to organizing her move and leaving this life for good.

As they approached the car, she released Fantine’s hand and walked around the front of the car to the other side. She never saw the quick movement from the shadows or heard the rushing footsteps. She did hear a shriek and when she looked up she saw the figure of a large man standing in front of Fantine. She saw the blur of motion as the man thrust his arm repeatedly upward against her love’s stomach. She heard gasps as Fantine took the blows.

Fantine slowly crumpled to the ground and over her, the burly attendant from the adult book store stood with a bloody knife clutched in his fist and a furious grimace on his face.

“You think you can fuck with me, bitch,” the man yelled at his prone victim? He looked over at Liz with the same wild glare in his eyes. He pointed the knife at her and growled through clenched teeth, “I got the same for all you bitches.”

Liz froze in shock and fear. Her Fantine was struck down and now she faced the same fate. She was powerless to stop him and simply waited for his rage to spend itself on her.

The man had apparently redeemed whatever anger he had. He glanced down at Fantine and his face melted from rage to fear at what he had done. Instead of attacking Liz he simply thrust his bloodied hand and weapon into his coat pocket, turned and quickly walked away.

Liz recuperated from her shock and rushed around the car to Fantine. When she saw her lover curled up on the ground in a pool of blood she dropped to her knees and cried. She lifted Fantine’s head to her lap and wailed her grief out loud. Her years of medical training and experience fled her. Her conscious mind helplessly retracted at the catastrophe before her.

A witness had seen the entire attack and had called for an ambulance. Within seconds the two women were surrounded by concerned strangers offering sympathy and aid. Liz was inconsolable. She rocked Fantine’s limp form in her arms and called her name but Fantine would not respond.

It was all a blur for Liz; a confusing collage of images and events. Some passed like a blink of an eye, some dragged like torture. Paramedics arrived and tended to Fantine. They put her on a stretcher and Liz rode with her in the ambulance. At the hospital, the emergency room was a flurry of activity and change. Liz was dumbfounded through the entire experience. Covered in blood, she stood helpless and vacant at the side of the chaos and was physically led through the calamity in a horrified daze. At last she was walked into a waiting room and made to sit.

It was quite some time before she climbed out of her stupor and became responsive. Once she had seized reality, her first priority was to find out everything she could about Fantine. She asked the nurse at the desk and was referred to the intensive care wing. When she got to the ICU, she was given the run around and when she found someone who would talk to her the only thing they wanted to know was Fantine’s vital information, her financial status and insurance. Liz resolved herself to sit in the waiting area and wait to speak to her doctor.

It was late afternoon when a man in a lab coat came looking for her. “Hello, I’m Doctor Murray,” He said. “Are you the young lady who came in with our stab victim?”

“Yes. Thank you so much for seeing me, Doctor,” Liz anxiously replied as she rose to shake his hand. “My name is Elizabeth. How is she?”

“I’ll be honest with you, she’s been hurt bad,” replied Dr. Murray in a grave tone. “It doesn’t look good for her. Frankly,… we’re surprised how well she’s hung on so far.”

Liz choked back a sob. She tried to say something to express her desperation and dire need for his support. “But… she can’t. We were… “ She was lost in desperation.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Murray continued. “Does she have any family; anyone else who should be here for her? For you?”

Liz felt stunned, like her emotions had just been tapped dry. “No,… they’re all dead,” she said in a hollow voice. This news was so terrible. She felt so sad for Fantine; she had so much; she had been through so much. Now, she would lose it all, right when she had finished her long quest. She did not even want to begin probing her own loss; finding love for the first time in four hundred years. She had protected her heart from this for so long and just when she found someone to give her heart to, she was going to lose them again. It was not fair. They had both come so far to find each other and would now lose it all.

“Well, we’ll… do everything we can for her,” said Dr. Murray, awkwardly fumbling for the right thing to say.

“Can I see her,” she asked, hoping he was painting a worse picture than the situation warranted?

“It will still be a while,” he confided. “She’s still in surgery. We’re waiting for her condition to stabilize. We’ll let you know when you can go in.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Liz replied. “I know you’ll do your best.” She turned and sat down. She looked bedraggled and tired. She was still covered in Fantine’s blood and shuddered to think what people wondered about her. She broke down and cried.

About an hour later, a nurse summoned Liz to Fantine’s space in the ward. When Liz saw her she was shocked. The bold, courageous girl she met two days ago looked frail, helpless and wasted on the stark hospital bed. Her face was pale, drawn and listless. Her body looked limp and fragile with all the wires and hoses dangling from her. Liz approached her carefully and tried to be brave. She kissed Fantine’s brow and whispered her name; hoping to draw her from her peril. She sat by Fantine’s bed held her hand to her cheek, lulled hypnotically by the steady beep of the cardiac monitor.

It was starting to get dark out when Liz was roused from her lament by the nurse telling her that the police needed to ask her some questions. Two grave looking men were waiting for her in the hallway.

“’ evening, ma’am,” said the taller of the two men. “I’m detective Yates. This is detective Haney.” Each of the men offered his hand which Liz shook in succession. “We’ve been assigned to your friend’s case, Ms…?”

“Smith,” offered Liz. The fear of giving her personal information to the authorities was always fresh in her mind.

“Yes, Ms. Smith,” Yates continued. “You were there at the scene. Did you get a good look at your friend’s attacker? ”

“I did,” Liz affirmed.

“Do you think you could give us an adequate description, ma’am,” asked Haney?

“I don’t need to,” said Liz with a tinge of vengeance in her voice. “I’ve seen him before. He works as the store attendant at Wicked Wanda’s Pleasure Palace. It’s east on Highway 10, just this side of that big truck stop. He’s tall, dark hair, on the fat side with thick eyebrows and a moustache. He usually works the night shift.”

“You know this for certain,” injected Yates?

“Oh, yes. It was definitely him,” she said. She was thrilled to set that bastard up.

“Is there any particular reason this man might have for attacking your friend,” queried Haney?

Liz knew she might be revealing information that could attract the wrong kind of attention but it was for Fantine. “We were involved in… an altercation there on Friday night.”

The two detectives looked at each other and then back at Liz. “Altercation, ma’am,” asked Yates?

“He expelled us. Hostilities were exchanged.” She hoped they would not probe any deeper than that. “He kicked us out for… creating a scene.”

“And you could pick this man out of a line-up if you had to,” Yates pressed?

“Definitely,” she did not want to be the only one in court. “Everybody there saw him.”

“These questions are just part of our investigation,” Yates said. “We hope your friend pulls through but… if she doesn’t, there’ll be a homicide investigation. Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?”

Homicide – that word brought a pang of fear and dread to her. “No. That’s all. He’s the one. You’ll find him there.” They asked her for her number and address in case they needed her for any more information. Liz gave them a reasonable fabrication and they left.

Liz returned to Fantine’s side. Deep sadness and fear ruled her. If Fantine did die, there would be an autopsy. And if there was, they would surely discover her secret. And that would raise many questions. This situation would quickly become toxically volatile. ‘She must not die! I can’t let her.’ Liz thought. But what could she do?

She poured over her medical knowledge, all of her carefully gathered facts and experience she reviewed to find some way she could help. She even debated revealing Fantine’s nature and deep secret if it might help her treatment.

Then an idea struck her. Fantine had been near death once before. Her jharum pulled her through. It could again, but how? Liz knew what she could do to help. There were many uncertainties. It would be risky but she would have to try. To rescue her love, she would do this and much more. She needed to work fast. She stood up and leaned over the face of her dear Fantine. Fighting back tears, she steeled herself to make this gambit for her life. She kissed Fantine and left.

Outside the hospital, Liz hailed a taxi and rode to her apartment. On the way she quickly worked out a plan of action. She needed a skirt, for ease of access and cover; she needed her car, to move fast and safely; and of course she needed money, for the arcade.

In her apartment, she got out of her bloody clothes and put on a thick flannel shirt and denim skirt. She took off her panties; they would just be a nuisance for what she needed to do. She took a long jacket from the closet and pulled it on. Next, she needed cash. Rummaging through her purse she found some fives and ones; enough to occupy some time. She would be missing her full complement of safety devices but this was an emergency and risks would have to be taken.

For convenience sake she would go to an adult book store near the hospital. She had never visited this one before because it was so close to home. She trusted that it had enough in common with all the other arcades she had been in that her usual technique would not have to be altered too much.

For the second time in a week she was going into an adult video arcade to collect sperm from store patrons. Her plan was to store up a quantity of it within Charm and then, somehow, pass it on to Fantine. There were some holes in her plan but she was desperate and this was her only option. She just hoped with all of her heart that Fantine could hold on until she got there.

A short trip from her apartment down to the main drag and then straight downtown and she was there. She pulled into a seedy looking old brick building at the edge of the warehouse district with a lit yellow sign blaring out the attractions of Books, Videos and XXX Arcade.

It was only yesterday that she had woken to the notion she would never have to visit such a place again but she was back again, this time for Fantine. She took none of her pre-forage liberties to prepare herself for the chore as she usually did. Her time was too short and she lacked any inclination to make this pleasant in any way. She took only a moment to reaffirm her resolve and then stepped out of the car and closed the door. She pushed Charm out as she walked. Charm squished wetly and she stretched it fully before curling it under her butt, ready to strike.

Walking up the stairs to the loading dock entrance she was met by an overweight and unattractive black woman, cheaply under-dressed in a gaudy display of sexual enticement.

“Where you think you’re goin’,” she intoned in a threatening manner?

Liz had no time to exert her rights and simply side stepped the woman.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.” she insisted. “Dis MY co’na!”

“I’m not working,” was Liz’ only reply. The woman was set on making it an issue for her to leave but Liz defused her argument by quickly stepping through the door. ‘Let her try that in here,’ she thought.

Inside, Liz was not surprised to see anything she had not seen before in dozens of similar such places. A barely cognizant attendant sat on a stool behind the counter reading a paper and did not even register her entrance. She merely glanced around the room to find where the arcade booths were located. A sign directed her to a dark hallway in the corner. Unlike most of her haunts, this place was virtually deserted – Sunday obviously being a slow night for the porn industry. She reasoned that taking her place in a booth and waiting would not attract suitors if there were none around to witness her presence. She needed to wait.

It was not too long before a young man stepped out of one of the booths and then almost froze in shock at the sight of a lone female standing in the fantasy realm of male longing. Liz hoped he had not already spent himself. Regardless, she needed him. She smiled at him and held him in her gaze, a very provocative maneuver but especially for this venue. At first, he seemed to be caught off guard like a deer in the headlights, then his expression melted into one of disbelief, but once he figured out that he was being propositioned with little or no likelihood of misinterpretation he boiled over into a look of hungry lust. This was something Liz could control easily.

Never relenting her wanton smile, she passed close by him and entered the booth he just vacated. These were a different kind of booth. These were narrow with a bench seat at the back. Above the seat at about eye-level and behind a window sat a projector. A projection screen was on the back side of the door. This did not give her much room to work but she knew she could make good use of it just the same. She turned around and watched him through the open door, she made her offer with her eyes.

He took her bait but instead of entering the adjacent booth, he walked right in with her. Not what she had planned but she could still get what she wanted. Time demanded she take whatever chance she had. He closed the door behind him.

“Hey, lady. So how do you want to do this,” he whispered?

Liz patted her hand on the top of the coin box and then shuffled to change places with him. She latched the door as he dropped some quarters into the slot. Immediately it got dark and the projector started playing. She pushed him back toward the bench and started to unfasten his pants. His hands went to her legs and under the hem of her skirt.

Alarmed, Liz seized his hands. “Let me,” she whispered to reassure him. She dropped his pants to fall about his ankles and took him by the shoulders to apply her kiss. It was wet and sloppy, obviously one of his first and Liz gave it to him deeply with plenty of tongue action. His cock, probably hard since before she met him was pressed firmly against her stomach and she took it in her hands and tried to wrestle him onto the bench before his hands went wandering again. She lost her lip-lock on him when he sat down and before he could use the available light to check her out, she quickly straddled him and thrust her pelvis firm against him.

She drew Charm within to protrude just beyond her pussy’s lips. She opened Charm wide to grasp his cock as soon as she brought it close. She was going to fuck him with Charm as a sleeve between them, just like she had done with the last man she had in the arcade on Friday. They both breathed heavily in the excitement and struggle of the impending tryst. Liz thrust her hands between them before he could. She dug beneath her bunched up skirt and found his stiff rod with her hands. Lifting herself, she guided the eager meat to Charm’s waiting mouth. Unceremoniously she sank down upon him. Charm devoured the smooth fleshy pole to its hairy root. The young man gasped his relief and joy and thrust his hips up to a tight lock with Liz’. His hands seized her round butt and held her against his straining loins.

Their fuck commenced. Liz rose again when she felt his hips rock back and then dropped again to meet his next thrust. Charm stayed with her and indulged his captured dick with withering caresses. There was no denying Liz was enjoying this. She was taking a risk in exposing her secret but she had a plan to cover herself. She rode him for a few more thrilling pumps and then she felt it was time to put him under. She covered his mouth with hers and pushed in her tongue.

The effect was almost instantaneous. He clamped her ass with his hands and trapped her against his hips as his first spurt of relief gushed into Charm’s clutch. He grunted and his cock spat another thick stream to join the first. Another came and then another. Liz reasoned that he must have gotten terribly worked up in the arcade. That and his young age were making for an enormous load. His weakening grip on her ass and the slow drop of his hips signaled his lapse into unconsciousness but his cock continued to feed her jet after jet of his issue. She collected it all and fought off her instinct to swallow it down but she kept her kiss with him to knock him out good.

She broke her kiss and wondered if he had any more. Thinking he might be the only guy she could find for a while, she reengaged his mouth and waited to coax a renewed erection from him. She pushed Charm all the way out but kept her grasp on the young dick. She twisted and churned her snake-like organ over his and waited for a response. It was not long before the sleeping penis woke up to its former firm alertness. Liz took advantage of his unconsciousness to push Charm over him deeper. She opened up Charm and devoured his balls into her slippery, undulating grasp. She began to work her hollow tentacle over his flesh, up and down, squeezing and releasing over all of his most sensitive areas. She felt his muscles tense and then the telltale throb went through his cock followed by a fresh delivery of yet even more warm jizz. Liz broke her kiss and let him spend in her catch while she enjoyed the silent splendor of post erotic bliss.

As she was sucking the last trace of his cum from his slowly drooping dick she was startled by the touch of a hand on her ass. Bolting upright, she looked down at the face of the young man below her. He was asleep, his arms hung limp at his sides. Twisting around in fright, she saw an arm reaching in through the glory hole of the adjacent booth. Relieved that she still held on to some discretionary privacy, she quickly disgorged her companion and raised herself while pulling Charm safely in. She placed her hand over the hand feeling her butt and turned to address her next victim.

The arm withdrew and Liz crouched down to see the face of a middle-aged man through the glory hole. He put his face as close as he could to the hole and whispered, “Hey, baby. ‘you suppose you could bring some of that over here when you’re done?”

“If you’ve got something for me, I’m ready,” she whispered back. Perfect timing, she was one step closer to saving Fantine. She stood up and smoothed down her skirt before stepping out of the booth. She looked back at the young man she just had. He was slouched against the back of the booth with his pants around his ankles, his sapped penis lying slack over his thigh and a contented semi-smile lingering on his face. Liz closed the door on him and trusted no one would take advantage of him before he came to.

Liz lightly scratched her nails on the door of her next contender’s booth. The latch clattered and the portal creaked open. She looked quickly around her to ensure no one was watching and then she stepped into the projector’s flickering light. A man in a jacket and slacks stood up before her, blocking the light. She closed the door and latched it making herself his for the taking – or so he thought.

“Whoa baby. You’re a hottie,” he whispered as he backed up to let the light spill on her. “What’s this gonna cost me,” he asked?

“It’s on the house,” she responded. “I just need some play-time.”

“You ‘n me both, sweet thing,” he breathed while shrugging off his jacket.

Liz wasted no time, she pulled him to her by his belt and planted her kiss on him, readying him for action. Her fingers undid his belt and pants, shoving them down she sought his hard-on. She found it – short but very broad and jutting from a thick mass of kinky hair. She let her hands explore him, cupping his large balls and tracing the enormous head.

His hands returned the favor. He had lifted her skirt and was examining her moist cleft. Charm was safely hidden so she allowed his fingers to part her and probe her inner folds. It was a tender exchange she rarely indulged in and she let it play out for memory’s sake. One finger he thrust as deep as possible in her cunt while two others surrounded her clit in a clumsy attempt at arousal. She surrendered to it and was surprised by a sudden orgasm that sprang through her. It was not epic but it soothed her tense nerves. She shuddered and cooed which seemed to give him a spat of satisfaction.

“Sit down. I want to get to it,” she suggested. She was a bit ashamed to admit to herself but she really wanted to get Charm wrapped around that stout lever of his.

He quickly complied. Pushing his pants all the way down and lifting his shirt tails he sat down and waited for her to mount him. His eyes were glued to Liz’ curly snatch as she lifted her skirt and stepped over him with her knees wide apart.

Liz pushed her hips tight against him to hide her secret. She pushed Charm out flush to her labia and then groped for his erection with her hand. She held him ready as she lowered her hips onto his lap. The fat head of his cock came up firm against Charm and Liz realized his dick and Charm around it was going to be a tight fit. She pushed down and he would not slip in. Out of desperation she forced Charm out and embraced his bloated head with it. She squeezed the head firmly while drooling out her slick secretions over him to aid passage. With another heavy bound she skewered herself on him, Charm and all.

“Wow. That’s some pussy you got there,” he quietly exclaimed. “How’s your pussy do that?”

A question Liz did not want to answer. She began her steady hump against him, up and then down with a quick snap forward of her hips. She wanted to feel his shaft and she certainly was. He was big in her and she felt his contours exaggerated in their tight confines. Liz let herself go and started enjoying a happy fuck.

The man’s hands were busy. He pushed up the front of her shirt and kneaded her heavy breasts through the fabric of her bra. They crept around her back and then down to close around her ass. He guided her up and down and used his grip on her as leverage for his own rocking thrust.

She did not have to move far to enjoy his full length but what she was sliding on felt great. Another orgasm was upon her and she welcomed it. She lost her rhythm in the midst of it and just pressed her pelvis against him as climax took its course.

He took the opportunity of her stillness to creep his hands under her butt and his fingers began probing her cunt, trying to investigate its special talent.

Liz would not have it. She thrust her butt back to push his hands away, she tilted is head back with both hands and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hips went back to work and before he knew what hit him he was yielding to her his cum load. Thick and heavy she drained it from him while sinking him to sleep with her intoxicating kiss. She waited until he was absolutely still before she came up for air and gathered his sperm to join the collection from her last beau.

Above her the projector went dark. She listened closely in the wreckage of their tumult for any signs they might have been detected. She heard light snoring coming from her first partner in the next cube. All else was silent. She realized she must have over dosed her current paramour a bit too much as he was still stiff and ready for more.

She pushed Charm all the way out and while keeping a hold on her captured cock, she stood up to relieve the cramping in her legs. Stooped over her donor, she worked him with Charm, up and down, twisting back and forth, sucking hard around his head. She played him until she sensed his tenseness at just the right peak and then she gave her kiss again to finish him off. Squirt, squirt, squirt. More serum for Fantine.

She stored it away and stepped back. Once again, she smoothed down her skirt and made ready to step back out into the arcade. She was careful to close the door on her sleeping friend. She stood alone in the vacant arcade and glanced at her watch. 10:30, later than she thought. Two men are all she had found in the arcade and there was no reason to believe any more would show up. It was time to give Fantine what she was able to collect. She hoped it was enough.

She left the arcade and made her way through the store. As she was about to push open the door she heard the store attendant call out. “Have us a good time, did we?”

‘You snarky punk,’ she thought. ‘I ought to…’ Yes, she certainly ought to. He had what she desperately needed and she sure would not be coming here again. She spun around on her heal, sauntered up to his counter and with her most alluring smile said, “I won’t know until I’ve tried you.”

The man, slightly pudgy and not at all gifted with appealing looks was stunned into silence by the gracious offering. His pleading eyes told her that he hoped it was not a joke.

Liz stepped around to the side of the counter and stood before the opening. With Charm tucked safely away, she pulled up the front of her skirt to show him it was indeed not a joke. For a minute he just stood there, taking in the beautiful sight up Liz’s shapely legs leading to the triangular patch of sheer pussy perfection.

“How about a quick one,” she said as she thrust her hips at him in stripper fashion.

“Right here? Right now?”

“Why not? No one will see.” Liz had him mesmerized and she advanced on him. She walked right up to him, took his hands, placed them on her naked hips and then started to unfasten his pants. She used the ruse just to get close to him. She would get him off all right, but she was not going to let him be conscious enough to enjoy it. She brought her mouth to his and he was lost. Their tongues engaged and his erection sprang from his pants. She took hold of his dick and let his hands roam over her ass. They held that pose nearly a minute before his knees slowly bent under the weariness that was overtaking him. Liz stayed with him as he sank to his knees, then his hip, and then collapsed to the floor.

He was hers to do with as she pleased and, being in a hurry, she merely meant to take his seed and leave. Charm snaked its way out from her crotch and swallowed the prone shop-keeper’s manhood in one quick gulp. Liz kept her kiss on him to bring him off quickly. Charm sucked and pumped at him with reckless abandon. The attendant twitched, convulsed and started shooting off.

Liz broke the kiss and rose on her knees over him, holding her skirt out of the way she let Charm dine on him to his last drop.

Just then, the door burst open and the homely hooker from the loading dock stormed in. Liz nearly bolted up in fear but as it was, she froze in determined defiance and completely forgot about covering herself.

“Wha… Whachoo doin to dat boy,” the woman stammered as she stood at the end of the counter and stared at the scene? “Wha dat… What da fuck is dat?” She stumbled backward toward the door and Liz just stared back at her without moving a muscle. Charm was fully exposed like a red umbilical connecting the two on the floor. “Damn… Keep dat ding away from me,” the frightened woman exclaimed and then charged out the door and ran away.

Liz did not concern herself with it. She knew the woman was too scared to do anything and that nobody would ever believe her. She finished the last of the attendant’s issue and slowly rose to her feet. Dropping her skirt, she suddenly realized the strain that holding five loads of cum was on Charm’s aching muscles. She did not try to draw Charm in for fear of spilling her valuable collection. She twisted Charm’s tip into a knot to help hold on and then made her way out of the store.

True to her suspicions, the frantic hooker had cleared out. Liz went to her car and started planning her next move in her mind as she drove back to the hospital. She squeezed Charm in her fist to relieve tired aching muscles and tried to relax. Ten short minutes and she pulled into the parking lot.

This was it. Liz kept Charm’s vital fluid secure as she stepped from her car. It was late and the hospital was still and silent. She made her way to the elevator and rode it up to the ICU. She walked in to the intensive care unit and approached Fantine’s bed. The curtains were drawn around it and just as she was about to pull them back she was hailed by the ICU nurse from her corner station.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Visiting hours are over.”

“I just need to see her. It’ll only be a moment,” countered Liz. This obstruction was another problem she had not planned on.

“I’m sorry but our rules are clear. The patients cannot be disturbed past visiting hours,” continued the nurse. She left her booth and walked toward Liz. “Her condition hasn’t changed since this afternoon.”

“But it is important that I… I need to be alone with her. It will only be a minute,” argued Liz. She would fight if that was what it took but she had to get this woman out of the way.

The nurse took her by the elbow and tried to usher her out saying, “If you like I can have you notified the instant her condition changes but I really must ask you to leave.”

That was it. Liz had come too far and her mission was far too crucial to let this woman and her regulations get in the way. She spun the nurse around and threw her arms about her, trying to pull her close. The nurse fought back by wrenching her arms between them and pushing back hard against Liz. Liz would not be denied, she forced the woman back against the wall and using it for leverage, she pulled the nurse’s face to her own. The nurse struggled and twisted in protest as Liz pressed their lips together. Her resistance continued but once Liz’ tongue slipped past her lips, the nurse was doomed. Her arms slowly wrapped around Liz’ neck and she moaned her pleasure. Liz let their bodies sink slowly to the floor while feeding the nurse more of her kiss. She had the woman laid flat on the floor but continued her embrace to ensure she was completely unconscious.

With the nurse disabled, Liz could now tend to Fantine. She went to Fantine’s bedside and drew the curtain securely around them. She pulled down the sheets covering Fantine and lifted the front of her gown to expose her sex. Liz almost began to cry again to see her like this but she staved it off. She needed to be steady and work fast.

Liz parted Fantine’s knees for better access and then gingerly climbed up onto the bed. She was careful not to disturb any of the tubes or bandages. She straddled Fantine’s hips with her puss directly over Fantine’s. She spread her skirt over them for cover and took another cautious glance about to make sure she had not been seen.

Charm set to work. She found and entered Fantine’s vagina. It was difficult with her partner being so dry and Charm was weak from straining to contain its load. She pushed her way up to the cervix all the time hoping to encounter her lover’s tail.

She looked imploringly at Fantine’s unresponsive face and hoped for a reaction. She heard a soft moan from the nurse on the floor. She needed to hurry. She poked about the cervix and entered beyond. She found the soft, moist mass of Fantine’s jharum curled up in its secluded refuge. She could trace its length in either direction but she could not find the tip. Time was wasting, the nurse would recover soon. She pushed more of Charm into Fantine to allow more freedom of movement. She wrapped around her lover’s appendage and found a point at which it began to taper. This was the right direction.

The nurse gave a long groan and started to stir, it was a matter of minutes now. Liz pulled Fantine’s jharum out of her uterus and into her vagina, straightening out through her narrow channel. This made it easier to work with. She located the tip and started to ply its opening. It was extremely strenuous task and it taxed Liz’ patience. If she had to rely on any organ less deft than Charm, it could not have been done at all but she forced open the delicate mouth of Fantine’s tail and worked her way in.

“What’s going on here,” boomed the voice of the head nurse? Liz could not see, she had obviously just entered the ICU and found Liz’ victim on the floor. “What are you doing on the floor?”

Liz was almost frantic. She was so close but needed more time. Fantine’s unconscious jharum was like a wet noodle and Liz was having great difficulty piercing her way up its length.

“I don’t know. I passed out,” said the ICU nurse in a groggy voice. “I was talking to that… Hey, wait a minute.”

Liz was straining with tired muscles against a limp, slippery, uncooperative lump of flesh and she was making little headway. She needed to be in much deeper before she passed on her stored share of semen or her entire effort would be wasted. She narrowed Charm to a point and thrust in with all her might to try and thread her way as deep into Fantine as she could. It was starting to work. She had slid in half way and she began to twist Charm round in tiny circles as she pushed.

Footsteps were quickly approaching. The curtain was thrown open and standing beside the hospital bed stood the ICU nurse. “What are you doing,” she yelled! She immediately took hold of Liz’ arm, trying to pull her off of Fantine. “Carol, I need help,” she called to the other nurse!

Liz had penetrated deep into Fantine but not as deep as she felt necessary. The head nurse arrived at the bed side and reached around Liz’ waist to assist her removal. Liz pushed hard against the ICU nurse but was losing her balance. She threw her leg opposite the two women over the side of the bed for leverage. “Not yet! Not… yet,” she cried. It was obvious to her she could not keep her hold. Fearing Charm would be pulled from her hard-fought entrenchment, she pushed in again one last time as deep as she could reach and squirted the carefully retained seminal fluid into Fantine in a single pulse. It drained from her and shot up Fantine’s limp tube of flesh.

That was all she could do. The ICU nurse flung an arm around her neck and gave a hard pull. Liz lost her struggle. She withdrew Charm from Fantine as quickly as she could. In her haste she felt Fantine’s jharum getting dragged out from Fantine’s vagina. Thinking quickly, she clutched Fantine’s gown and drew it over her as she tumbled over the side of the bed.

Liz landed in the arms of the two nurses but managed to get her feet under herself before falling to the ground. She immediately burst into tears at her failure and capture. She had tried so hard and after this debacle, with time running out, she would not likely get another chance. Her bitter defeat would cost Fantine her life. The evening and her desperate plan had given her hope but that was all gone now. Locked in the nurses’ grip she gave up to her sorrow.

The two nurses drew her upright and twisted her arms behind her back. Liz wept her grief, there would be no way to explain what she needed to do or enlist their help. As she was dragged away, Liz heard a soft moan come from Fantine’s bed. She gasped, stopped in her tracks, turned and called, “Fantine?” Both nurses grabbed her firmly and pulled her toward the door. Liz planted her feet and shrugged them back. “Fantine, darling,” she called again to the bed behind the curtain?

“Liz. Liz. Où êtes-vous,” Fantine called back, weakly?

The two nurses froze in disbelief; any response from someone in Fantine’s condition was clearly beyond their expectations. Liz wrenched herself free of them and went to her side. She kissed Fantine’s forehead and stroked her hair. “I’m here, my dearest,” she whispered.

“Que s’est produit? Où suis-je,” Fantine continued in a plaintive, distressed tone?

“Shhhhhh,” soothed Liz, almost giggling her delight. “You’re in a hospital. Un hôpital. Tout est bien.” She tidied Fantine’s gown with her free hand to secure Fantine’s secret.

“I’ll go get Dr. Murray,” the head nurse announced, still somewhat astonished as she briskly walked away. “SHE,” emphasizing her point by a hard stab of her finger toward Liz, “is going to have to leave, though!”

The ICU nurse nodded in acknowledgement and went to the other side of the bed. She pulled the sheet back over Fantine and checked her oxygen and plasma lines. As she worked, she watched Liz with a very curious smile.

Liz knew that one was going to have to be avoided. Sniffing away her tears, she kissed Fantine’s hand and hugged a cheek to her temple.

“Je t’aime,” whispered Fantine between short breaths. “Do not… leave me.”

“I love you too,” replied Liz. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Tremendous relief and happiness spread through Liz. They had won. They had each other and they had forever.

THE END

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Sat, 28 Jan 2017 17:34:11 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 73

Note: all of the following is fiction. <br /> <br /> The day before the all star game, we had the home run hitting contest. Because I was leading all of major league baseball in that category, I anchored last the American League contingent. I brought my own pitcher with me as well. The first pitch he threw me was up and in and I let it go by. The secret to winning these things is to relax and try to use your normal stroke as much as possible. The second pitch was right down the pipe and I slugged it 500 feet into the second deck in left at Petco Park and I was off to the races, accumulating 22 homers in a row before I just got under one and flied to deep center. I quit so I wouldn’t get arm weary. In the second round, I sprayed homers all over the park and even a couple titanic ones out of it, adding 15 more on the day before I stopped again to save my energy. I just tried to stay nice and easy and hit middle in strikes. In the final rounds, I went off with 32 bombs to win it going away. Of all the dingers I struck, 20 were 500 feet or more. <br /> <br /> In the actual game itself, I went 2-2 with a 500 foot shot on to the roof of the second deck in left and then a screaming mimi I lined over the centerfield wall with two on before they pulled me to play some other outfielders. That earned me the MVP.<br /> <br /> Of course, when you have an all star game, it is a magnet for whores and groupies, especially since it was in Southern California. When I returned to the hotel from the game, there was this smoking hot little Mexican chick making eyes at me in the lobby. I walked up to her and asked if she wanted to go to bed. She consented to it and we went up to my room, where we both shed our clothes. I had her stand there so I could examine her body. She was a little firecracker! 5’2&quot;, skinny with b cups, cute little bush, dark brown skin, semilong dark brown hair, maybe just the slightest hint of aboriginal Mexican in her looks. &quot;Oh my God, that thing is huge!&quot; she blurted upon seeing the bell clapper dangling between my legs. &quot;Don’t worry mi hija, it’s going to be a while before you’re going to have to deal with it being inside you.&quot; She giggled at the silly bravado of me saying such a thing. <br /> <br /> I picked her up since she couldn’t be more than about 95 pounds and turned her upside down. I held her tightly in my arms with her pussy in my face while she squealed and laughed. I began licking and sucking her clit as I felt her tongue darting against my erect dick. I did this in a standing position for about five minutes before I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and then reclined so that we were in a 69 position. I’m sure more men have been buried in her pussy than at Arlington National Cemetery, but I didn’t care. Her pussy smelled clean and she was soon getting worked up as my tongue doggedly attacked her love nubbin. I was now feeling her little mouth stretched over my schlong and moving up and down it as she moaned for her own pleasure. She huffed and puffed on my rod while my mouth worked her clit over. Lengthy sucking on it elicited an explosive orgasm from her, her screams of ecstasy muffled by what she had in her yapper. She and I kept on sucking on each other and she went off over and over until I plastered her piehole with my cum, the intense pulses expelling ropey strands of it. &quot;Swallow it!&quot; I demanded. I rolled her over and pinned her arms to the bed as she held it in her mouth. &quot;Come on babe, show me how much you love me!&quot; I teased. She turned her head to one side and spat it out, the fluid making a long slimy line as it dripped down the side of a pillow. <br /> <br /> &quot;That’s really rude,&quot; I kidded and rolled her over to give her a couple playful slaps on the ass. &quot;What a naughty girl!&quot; I rotated her body so she was on her back again. &quot;Fuck, you have amazingly beautiful eyes,&quot; I observed, doing all I could to not get absorbed by her very dark pupils. I leaned over and kissed her heatedly, again not paying any heed to how many dicks might have been in it before me. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her sides to tickle her, provoking a very bright and delightful smile from her. I returned to kissing her passionately, only this time lightly playing with her cute little boobs that were topped with tiny dark chocolate nipples. I just had to get my mouth on them and so I slid down a bit to get in a comfortable position and sucked on her left one like it was a Hershey’s kiss, which inspired her to moan seductively. I dropped my rigthhand to her pussy and she was dripping wet. I gently rubbed her clit while I enjoyed suckling her milk ducts.<br /> <br /> I was already hard by then, so I laid down and told her to impale herself on my flesh pike. Her skinny legs flexed downward to obey my command and soon my penis was inside her dusky snatch. I sat up, wrapped her in my arms, turned my body toward the left edge of the bed, planted my feet on the floor and stood up, she holding on to my neck tightly. I put her up against the wall&nbsp; and cupped my hands under her ass and began thrusting up into her. &quot;Oh fuck, oh my God, you’re going to split me open!&quot; she squealed as I rhythmically pistoned my flesh spear in and out of her, her back colliding softly with the wall with each instroke. Her legs were tightly twisted around my hips as I invaded her over and over. Soon, she was orgasming into my right ear. &quot;Oh shit, God yes, oh yes, fuck me papi!&quot; she panted. I continued pleasurably penetrating her for another ten minutes and she was well into her second orgasm. I shifted my grip on her body and set her gently on the edge of the bed, from where I seriously commenced ramming my weapon into her with force and intensity. ‘Oh shit, oh shit, God papi, fuck!&quot; she exalted as her body quivered with a steady series of climaxes until I painted her pussy white with my ball batter. She left nail marks all over my back and shoulders, the subconscious indicators of how good she was feeling while I plowed her for my own pleasure. <br /> <br /> I have to admit that I was a little crazy for her. I picked up the acoustic guitar I always carried with me on the road and played her a little set of ZZ Top songs. Looking at that beautiful little chiquita while I did this made me get an extension again&nbsp; So I jumped on top of her, inserted my pistol into its target and went to town on her for the next hour, she enjoying the high she experieinced from the frequent climaxes I gave her while I kissed her, bit her neck playfully and whispered dirty words into her left ear. When she finally left, she walked like she was bowlegged since I had fucked her until we were both sore. I’m also sure she thought that she had hit the procreative jackpot since her gully had seen so much fluid flow into it. Her hopes of a lucrative pregnancy, if she had them, though, would prove unrequited. <br /> <br /> When the regular season schedule resumed the next day with us beginning a series with Anaheim, I homered to left to kick the contest off and did that for each of the next four games, too and belted ten homers total for the week. I connected for 21 homers for the month of August and only six in September because I was being walked so much. I finished the season with the highest postwar batting average, 412 and took the Triple Crown as well as the OBP, steals, walks slugging, OPS and runs scored titles. We squeaked into the playoffs, where our pitching got us through the ALDS since the White Sox strategy was to walk me every time we had men on base and to pitch to me with nobody on only when necessary. The games were tedious only because they would walk me and then hold the ball, hold the ball, throw over, hold the ball, throw over, throw over and then usually pitch out once each at bat. Aesthetically, this was fucking horrible to watch if you were a baseball fan. This also plays havoc with a pitcher’s rhythm to the plate and resulted in the pale hose moundsmen going into a lot of deep counts. This gave our hitters enough of a chance to see hittable fastballs to generate a number of runs sufficient to take the series. <br /> <br /> Now we were going to play Tampa Bay for the American League pennant. In the press beforehand, I challenged the manhood of the Rays pitching staff and their manager, asking rhetorically if they were as balless as the White Sox were. &quot;Dudes, if you can’t make a pitch then please go back home and raise turnips so that fans don’t have to see the same kind of tedious ugliness that was evident in the Chicago series,&quot; I said. &quot;If any of their pitchers have any doubt about my manhood, see the Oakland game,&quot; I said ominously. <br /> <br /> The ALCS began in that shitty Tampa ballpark. I suggested to the press in the run up to game one that their ownership should sell the team to someone who was willing to build an actual stadium fans would ENJOY coming to and that wasn’t such an eyesore. The entirety of those remarks got me decked by a fastball on the first pitch of the series. I walked halfway out to the mound pointing at the Rays starting pitcher. &quot;Hey you fuckin’ sissy, if you can’t compete without endangering people’s lives then you put your dress back on and fuck off back to Sissyville. You’re going to get your catcher killed doing this shit, you understand me?&quot; The umpire warned both benches, which really set me off. &quot;So they get a fuckin’ freebie?<br /> <br /> When we returned to the plate after the plate umpire pushed us back, I said to the catcher, &quot;hey dickhead, you remember what I did to Suzuki? Well, you’re next, When we clinch this thing, I’m going to rip your head off,&quot; I promised him. &quot;Dude, what did I do?’ &quot;Oh fuck you! You knew that pitch was coming. If you’re going to try to kill me or hospitalize me somebody has to pay,&quot; I said. The umpire called time out.&quot; &quot;Listen you guys, stop this shit now or both of you are out of here, do you understand me?&quot; The catcher jumped in the umpire’s face saying it was all from my end. That was enough for the arbiter, who tossed the backstop. That brought Rays skipper Joe Maddon out to defend his receiver. &quot;Hey Joe, your pitcher is a fucking pussy,&quot; I said. &quot;And so are you. Why don’t you take that joke of a baseball team to that little pussy town in Pennsylvania you’re from and let us fight it out with a team that can man up.&quot; That caused him to lose his cool and get in my face, which got him run. When play finally resumed, I yelled out to the pitcher, &quot;okay little girl, time to play man ball or go home. So get a pitcher up there that actually has a dick,&quot; I needled. He ran a ball in on me and that got him ejected. &quot;Still playing sissyball, huh?&quot; I laughed. He charged me and I avoided his pathetic excuse for a punch easily. That emptied both benches. The Rays had this big 6’7&quot; 260 pound first baseman who came at me. I went inside his punch decked him, supplementing that by kicking him in the balls on his way down to the ground. The usual pushing and shoving ensued, which didn’t come to much. A lot of the Rays players barked at me but didn’t do shit. <br /> <br /> The umpire kicked me out for being an instigator. &quot;Listen asshole, first, I have a right to defend myself. A guy throws at my head and you’re backing him up?&quot; &quot;Oh, fuck you, I’m not backing him up. But you can’t foment fights.&quot; &quot;Wait, they weren’t fomenting a fight by throwing at me? What land of land of delusion are YOU from?&quot; He had no answer for that. &quot;Then three of those motherfuckers charge me and you toss ME? What, is there some rule now that I’m not allowed t defend myself from people who want to hurt me? Dude, if I accidentally spit on you I would get suspended. Their first baseman tries to take my head off and I punch him out in self defense and you run me? You still haven’t ejected him officially, either. What, do you have a bet on this game or something? Or did you go to Squirrelville Umpiring College? What kind of shit is this?&quot; My manager was in there, too, angrily inquiring why the umpire seemed to be favoring the Rays in all this. &quot;I’m not favoring anybody you assholes.&quot; &quot;Listen, dude, he threw at my HEAD! You understand that? You understand what happens if he does that on the street? That’s a fucking felony! What, you think it’s okay as long as it’s done in a baseball game?&quot; I reasoned. &quot;Look asshole, I’m going to ask that this umpiring crew be pulled from this series because it’s pretty obvious you’re favoring them,&quot; my skipper insisted. The &quot;asshole&quot; was the magic word that got my boss kicked out. He lost it, calling the ump every name in the book&nbsp; and his face and neck turning as red as a fire truck. <br /> <br /> While all this is occurring, the crowd, and it wasn’t even a full house, was getting restless and more irritable. My manager notified the umpire that the game was being played under protest for not allowing his players to defend themselves. Our bench coach joined the argument. &quot;Listen, dude, you made a mistake running me. Now you can rectify it by reinstating me into the game or you’re going to look like the king jackass of all time to baseball fans,&quot; I insinuated. &quot;No, you’re staying ejected. I can’t repeal an ejection,&quot; he pleaded. ‘Okay, I tell you what, &quot;I said. &quot;If you keep me ejected I’m going to go look for their starter and we’re going to settle this ourselves, which means he will be leaving the ballpark on a gurney if not a body bag. He’s not going to just need a police escort out of here, he’ll need the fucking Marines,&quot; I said, in a very vicious way. I stomped off and headed toward the Rays dugout. ‘Come on girlies, any of you want to fight? You’re all big throwing baseballs at people, now let’s see how you are one on one,&quot; I said. They all froze and I went right past them and into their clubhouse, finding the pitcher who threw at me. He took off running. I caught him in the hallway, unloaded a couple of vicious combinations into his face, knocking him out, and walking back to my side of the field and into our dugout. The Fox television cameras got the short confrontation on video they played it over and over again. ‘Well, here we are, half an hour into the game and only two pitches have been thrown,&quot; Joe Buck obviously remarked. &quot;But how many punches have been thrown is anybody’s guess,&quot; he added. It was later revealed that the pitcher suffered a busted jaw and a concussion.<br /> <br /> The Rays were rattled and lost the game 4-0. During game two, both sides were warned beforehand that any pitch even close to the head would result in immediate ejection. So the first pitch to me was a fastball away but belt high and I lined it into the rightfield seats for a 1-0 lead. My next time up, we had a man on, so they walked me. I reached into my uniform pants and pulled out a pink skirt and showed it to everybody in the crowd. &quot;Here you left this at your mom’s house last night,&quot; I said, wadding it up and throwing it at the pitcher. Of course, he had to come in and have his say. ‘Come on you sissy, throw it over the plate girlyman!&quot; I shouted at him as I went to first. That upset his concentration just enough that he grooved one to Franky, who parked it in the leftfield stands for a 4-0 advantage. <br /> <br /> My third time up was with the bags juiced. The starter, who was coming out anyway, hit me in the shoulder and was ejected. I had another RBI and it became 5-2. It turned out that they were going to walk me (better to risk one run than four) , so he decided to nail me as his goodbye. We scored two more on a sac fly and an RBI single by Ichiro and were now in front 7-2. My last time up,&nbsp; the pitcher threw at my head, so I kicked their catcher in the ribs, breaking them. Of course, both the pitcher and me were ejected as well as the Rays manager. We won 7-3. I called my local congressman to warn Commissioner Selig to be light with the discipline stick or else.&nbsp; During the two off days, though, I was suspended for the rest of the ALCS, but so was Maddon. I protested the suspension as not allowing me to defend myself against the Rays thuggery. Our congressional contingent filed written protests, but those things are always ineffectual. By filing my protest, though, I was able to forestall when I would actually have to serve it. I also made the case that Maddon could still call the shots via cellphone to his bench coach, who would serve as his interim manager and thus had an effect on the games while I couldn’t if I observed the punishment. Therefore, the commissioner’s ruling favored the Rays. Not wanting to being biased in favor of either side, he rescinded the suspensions pending a review later in the year. Typical chickenshit Selig, kicking the can down the road. He created this, just as he helped create the drug crisis back in the 1980’s and 1990’s, by failing to take the problem head on when it first surfaced. Band aids never get the job done.<br /> <br /> So there I was in centerfield for game three, which was at home. Their starter gave me four straight balls and I walked. Again with the stepping off and the repeated throw overs. Eventually, he went to that well too many times and flung the ball down the rightfield line and I motored to third. Franky squeezed and it was 1-0. Ichiro homered to put it at 2-0. A walk, a single another walk and a double into the corner got us two more A sacrifice fly plated another run and the runner at second made it to third. Now I was up again I got drilled in the ribs. The umpire wouldn’t eject the pitcher. &quot;Listen, dude, you either eject him or I’m going to put my foot in the catcher’s face. Your call.&quot; The catcher started to run away because the Rays were down to their last one since they were only carrying two unless they wanted to see one of their utility infielders playing the position. I laughed and jogged off to first base. Meanwhile, my skipper asked why the pitcher wasn’t making an exit. I yelled to their shortstop and second baseman that if they try to spike me I would explode their facial muscles. I stole second without a throw and nothing happened. Franky walked and that brought up Ichiro, who tagged one into the leftfield corner for a bases clearing double and that would be the ballgame, as we took it easily. <br /> <br /> In game four, I homered on the first pitch, a hanging slider, for a 1-0 lead. They had to face Felix Hernandez, not an easy task. Meanwhile, we got lucky in the same half of the inning. Franky walked and Ichiro beat out a slow bouncer toward short. Justin Smoak blooped one into left to load the bases. Jesus Montero then got jammed and muscled it into center for two runs. Two outs later, our number eight hitter conked a hot smash to third that Evan Longoria could only knock down for a run scoring infield single. Our nine hitter, Chone Figgins, walked. They had a reliever come in to face me and he threw a two seamer that was up and out over the plate. I just about hit it out of the stadium, a monster three run jack that landed in the second deck only two rows from ending up in the street behind the stadium, to put it at 7-0. Felix was Felix and we carted off a 10-1 triumph for the Mariners’ first trip to the World Series.<br /> <br /> Now depending on which columnist you want to believe, I either willed that team into the series with my hardnosed play or I was a monster who shouldn’t be permitted to step on an MLB diamond again. Ichiro was named MVP of the ALCS, which I felt he deserved. <br /> <br /> Our offense didn’t do much in the World Series, aside from me. I homered five times and drove in nine runs, but our pitching managed to make the sparse number of runs we got for them work for a four game sweep and I received the MVP. <br /> <br /> During the postseason, I won the Rookie of the Year, the MVP, a Gold Glove and a Silver Slugger. But the best was getting Seattle that first ring.

Supernatural Stories

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 07:57:21 UTC

Astoria: Chapter One

Astoria

Chapter One

Death is a usual happening. You can see it in the dust that travels through the air. Destroyed skyscrapers that have collapsed on to the ground below. Rusted vehicles lying dead on the side of the road. The bones and skulls of skeletons hiding within the rubble. It is silent. You can hear the creaking of old metal from buildings delicately swaying in the calm but dirty air. The quiet is interrupted by a scream.

Two figures emerge from the fog as they stumble through the rubble, they are frantically trying to get away from something as if they are being chased. They wear ragged clothing with hoods over their heads. One figure is taller, holding tightly to the hand of the other figure who is smaller in comparison. Their legs are weak as they struggle to run down the road. Behind them, an engine of a fast moving vehicle can be heard, followed by the haunting sounds of menacing laughter. Two men dressed in black leather ride through the fog on hovering vehicles, apprehending the two fleeing figures in rags.

‘I fucking love this job!’ screeches one of the men, who is not in fact human but of the humanoid-canine variety, with long ragged ears and blood-red scruffy fur.

The other man appears to be human, with a rough looking face due to mild acne scars on the cheeks and sharp but solid jawing features. He is silent, fixated on the two targets up ahead, focused on completing his task. The prey head into a nearby tunnel. The two fleeing individuals scream once more as they trip over in the darkness, granting their pursuers enough time to catch them up. The canine swings off his vehicle and tasers one of the targets, temporarily paralysing the legs.

‘Lily!’ cries a female voice, as she is also tasered by the other man, making her unable to move or feel the lower half of her body.

After seconds of violent fidgeting, the red creature picks up the shorter target and aggressively pins her to the wall of the tunnel. He whips of the hood and reveals a young girl, her blue eyes shining in fear at the sight of the furry red creature. Her jaw drops, unable to say a word to defend herself.

‘Yep, these are the ones we’re looking for, Blake!’ announced the red canine in a rough voice, ‘Two runaway slave sisters – cute too!’
The sister turns on the floor facing her pursuers, helpless and unable to move.

‘Please, don’t hurt my little Lily! Let her go, just take me instead!’ begs the older sister.

Blake drags the older sister off the ground and throws her also onto the side of the tunnel, restraining the captive from behind with high technology handcuffs.

‘Sorry Jenny, but you know it doesn’t work like that’ asserts the rough looking man, ‘Red. We need to get them back to Boss before it gets dark.’

Red looks Lily up and down and begins to wag his scruffy tail in excitement.

‘Couldn’t we just have a bit of fun with them first before we get back?’ Red suggests, ‘I bet their pussies are so tight they wouldn’t be able to handle my nice big red rocket.’

Both girls start to cry out in fear.

‘No’, orders Blake, ‘The younger one is a virgin. Boss needs her to stay that way for a potential buyer.’

Jenny, tears down her face, glances over to Blake and thanks him for his mercy. However, Blake drops his own captive to the ground and treads towards Lily. He grabs her by the arm and aggressively pushes her onto the back off the vehicle.

‘I’m heading back to Boss’ Blake explains, ‘This one might be a virgin, but Jenny over there isn’t. She’s all yours just make sure you both get back before dark – you know what it’s like out here when the sun goes down. Say goodbye to your little sister Jenny. You probably won’t be seeing her again anytime soon.’

Lily screams and cries on the back seat of the hovering vehicle. Blake pulls a sinister grin as he starts the engine and drives off into the heavy fog.

‘I guess it’s just me and you now, Jenny’ whispers Red, ‘I’ve always wanted to fuck a trouble-maker like you. I bet you like it rough.’

Jenny fiercely spits on Red’s furry face. He cackles and licks the saliva from his hairy cheeks with his long pointed tongue then presses Jenny against his chest.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll make this quick. Then after I’ve finished with you, I’m going to kill you.’ Red snarls.

The canine creature plunges in and forces his tongue down Jenny’s mouth, licking the corners of her mouth. Jenny gags in displeasure as Red’s gums suck around Jenny’s own tongue, tasting her sweet saliva. He begins to reach underneath the rags and grab her large breasts with his paws, pinching on the already puckered nipples.

‘You’re turned on by this aren’t you?’ questions Red, surprised and delighted.

Jenny shakes her head begging him to stop. The menacing bounty hunter yanks her blonde hair back and slides his furry fingers down the girl’s soft pale stomach, right down to her bare crotch and begins to rub gently around the lips.

‘I’m so glad you shave, I wish I had the time to do shave myself’ Red jokes, as he begins to play with Jenny’s pussy, which begins to make her wet and moist.

She looks up at the roof of the tunnel and stares, embarrassed that she is starting to get turned on by Red’s furry fingering. She closes her eyes and delivers a slight moan of pleasure. Suddenly, Red turns and bends her over with her elbows on the wall. He unfastens his belt and whips out a bright red huge cock.

‘Surprise!’

Jenny’s eyes widen as the red dog penetrates her tight ass, sodomising her. She screams in pain as tears fall down her smooth pale face. As the animal fucks her from behind, he squeezes the girl’s jugs as they bounce in the air like jelly. After minutes, the bounty hunter goes deeper into Jenny’s ass, making her scream even more in pain.

‘Stop! Please stop, it hurts!’ she exclaims.

Red laughs and goes further in, making her ass hole wet with his pre-cum. He begins to go faster, pounding her ass with his hairy cock until she can barely take it. On one motion, Red slips his cock out of Jenny’s ass and spits into the girl’s tight gaping hole then licks it out with his tongue that’s dripping with saliva. Jenny starts to moan in disgusted pleasure as Red plays with her pussy while sucking on her throbbing ass hole. Seconds later, the red beast grabs Jenny by the hair once more and forces his giant cock into her small wet mouth.

‘See how your ass tastes, slut! It tastes good doesn’t it?’ asks Red.

Jenny nods in pleasure as she tastes the mixed sweet juices of her ass and Red’s cock, sucking ferociously on the giant red rod. Red grabs the back of Jenny’s head and forces his manhood deeper down into her throat, making her gag and choke, tears rolling down her face as she makes sucking sounds. The dog’s veiny dick pricks up and stiffens.

‘I’m going to fucking cum!’ shrieks Red, as he blasts his white creamy sperm into the young girl’s mouth.

He leaves her head in place, forcing her to keep sucking and swallowing until all of the semen is gone. After she polishes Red off like a good cum-slave, the beast giggles to himself in pleasure.

‘You still haven’t lost your magic touch, Jenny. I don’t know why Blake never has a go with you, you’re truly something I can tell you that’, states Red, as he turns away to fasten his belt up.

Quickly, without warning, Jenny leaps over Red with her naked body and wraps her handcuffs around Red’s neck, in an attempt to strangle the bastard. The effects from the taser now worn off, she leans back and forces the beam on the restraints harder around the canine’s throat. He tries to tell her to stop but all that can be made out is wheezing.

‘Let’s see how you like to be choked!’ Jenny yells, cum still dripping from her chin.

She tugs harder and harder, desperate to escape and get back to her little Lily, before she gets sold and taken away from her forever. After moments of struggling, Red finally falls unconscious and slithers to the ground like a dying snake. Jenny, catching her breath, clambers over to the hovering vehicle and starts the engine. As the fog begins to clear up, she takes a glance at the sky.

‘It’s almost dark’, she thinks to herself, ‘I need to get back to Boss’ place before the sun goes down.’

She looks over at the unconscious Red, knowing that he will later be dead for sure if he manages to wakes up. Things come out at night in this city. Things no one would ever want to find themselves in the company of. Jenny smiles.

‘I’m coming Lily’ she whispers sentimentally, and drives off into the misty fog.

End of Chapter I

Supernatural Stories

Wed, 30 Dec 2015 03:58:33 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 72

We finished our U.S. tour in early September and headed to Europe. We only took our guitars, effects and other basics while entrusting the rest to the promoters. We missed the festival season, unfortunately, but we needed to focus on the U.S. first anyway since it was the largest music market outside of China. They loved us over there and our cd was selling well in Finland, Germany, Sweden and Britain. We also had a hell of a good response in Russia to our shows in Moscow and St. Petersberg. After a month in Europe, we traveled to Japan playing 1-2,000 seaters. Japan was fucking awesome even though it was only eight dates. I stayed there for a month following the end of the tour and didn’t get home until the first week of December. <br /> <br /> I hired a well known agent to handle negotiations with the M’s, but it wasn’t Scott Boras. My agent wasn’t entirely pleased with the proffer I wanted to make to the Mariners, but I didn’t give a shit. I demanded a $5 million signing bonus with my base salary to be the major league minimum and then I would ultimately be paid according to hitting certain incentive targets. For example, if I hit .300, I would get $2 million. If I reached 30 homers, I would receive another four million. If I hit 40, I would get five million, six million if I went over 50 and seven million if I connected for more than 60. If I hit .400, I would get $25 million plus all other applicable incentives. I would receive much smaller bonuses for making the all star team and winning post season awards such as the MVP, the Gold Glove and the Silver Slugger Award.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> Also, they weren’t going to make me cut my hair. They agreed to everything I demanded, which probably made it one of the shortest negotiations for a top draftee in MLB history. <br /> <br /> We then had a hastily thrown together press conference due to how busy I was. It was largely a festival of inanity, as most press conferences are. About the only bit of news out of that was my assertion that when I got to ten years I would start thinking about hanging them up and definitely would not play any more than 15 years. I also said that I was a guitarist playing baseball and not the other way around, as is usually the case, and that baseball was second in my heart after music, which was the truth. That made the meme in the media one of, &quot;is Parker really committed to baseball or is he just messing around?&quot; <br /> <br /> Red Sentinel’s sales were now closing in on a million copies worldwide. I reported on February 15st to the Mariners’ spring training facility in Tempe, Arizona along with the pitchers and catchers. The thing about Arizona is that because of the dry air,&nbsp; the ball just flies for days. So all you have to do is put a nice stroke on it and let the lack of wind resistance do the rest. The first pitch I saw in batting practice, I demolished it 600 feet or more. In Boston in late March, that would have gone 450 or 500 tops. <br /> <br /> Also on that first day, I walked on to the field wearing a piece of duct tape over my mouth. &quot;Now THAT is a rookie I like!&quot; one of the veterans remarked. Naturally, they put me through all the usual hazing shit over the ensuing weeks: calling me not by my name, but just &quot;rookie&quot; or &quot;rook,&quot; making me carry their equipment and even having me do a set for them back at the hotel. If one of the reporters wanted to do an interview with me, I would just point to the duct tape and throw my hands up in a &quot;what can I do?&quot; gesture. It was hilarious. <br /> <br /> A couple weeks into this, I brought the band out to rehearse at night for the recording of our next record, &quot;Lords of the Wasteland.&quot; I also had to get up in the middle of the night a few times to do phone interviews with rock magazines in Japan and Germany. <br /> <br /> I was ripping the cover off the ball in the run up to our exhibition slate and so I was inserted into the starting lineup in early March for our first game, which was against St. Louis. I was thrown a first pitch fastball down and away and blistered it just inside the rightfield foul pole for a leadoff homer and a 1-0 lead. I came up again in the third and there was a new pitcher, who must have figured I liked to dive out over the plate. So I was given a heater up and middle in and I got all of it, lacing a laser beam more than 500 feet away. I thought I would get pulled after that, but they allowed me to have one more turn at bat. In that air, breaking stuff doesn’t bite like it will in a more conventional environment. So I was given a hanging slider that seemed to scream, &quot;hit me!&quot; and it went way out to center. <br /> <br /> The following game, I finally saw a splitter and swung over one for strike three. Ugly. So the next time I was up, they threw me another one in the middle of the plate and maybe ankle high and I golfed it over the centerfield wall.The look on the pitcher’s face was priceless. <br /> <br /> During my next plate appearance, they tried to get me to fish on something above the zone, but I didn’t go for it. Then they went down and away and I sliced that off the rightfield foul pole. <br /> <br /> By the end of spring training, I was leading the team in homers by far and hitting over .600. With a piss poor offense, they were pretty much forced to put me in the Opening Day lineup at age 17 and seven months. That brought me shitloads of attention, some of it embarrassing because it seemed like they were cutting the plaque to Cooperstown before I’d even taken one regular season MLB at bat. <br /> <br /> We opened the season in Oakland and I batted leadoff with Franky Guitierrez second and an aging Ichiro Suzuki third. When I came to bat to kick the game off, I expected, and got, a fastball down and away and lifted it into the seats in right for a quick 1-0 edge. The pitcher hit his spot, but I got to it before the ball did. Franky singled to center and Ichiro slipped a grounder up the middle for a knock and they pulled the double steal. We plated two more on a grounder and a fly ball and that made it 3-0. <br /> <br /> In the second inning, I ran down an extra basehit bid in left center to help out our starter, Felix Hernandez. He retired the next 12 men in a row after that. In the meantime, I came up in the second with the bases loaded and nobody out and a chance to ice this early. I was looking for something in due to the fact that I got full extension on a pitch away in the earlier time up. I got something in, but too far in for a ball. I took a circle change for a strike and then he came back with a fastball that was middle in and I just killed it. Absolute defenestration. The ball landed way up in the bleachers of the abomination that is the A’s home park and it was now 7-0. <br /> <br /> Now given how far I hit that, I was expecting chin music my next time at bat and yep, I had to duck one. &quot;The next time that happens, dude, you’re going to be out for the season,&quot; I told Kurt Suzuki, their catcher. &quot;Get back in the box and shut the fuck up, rookie,&quot; he answered. &quot;You’ve been warned, asshole,&quot; I snapped. He jumped in my face and the umpire got between us. Good thing the umpire got to hm before my right foot did. I looked for something away either in the dirt or on the corner. He left it up and I rifled it off the rightfield wall for a double. The second baseman barked something at me, but I don’t talk to the enemy, so I acted like he didn’t even exist. Ichiro came up one out later and doubled into the alley. I smiled at Kurt as I dashed across home plate. I was back up in the seventh and wondered if they would flip me then since they had a disposable reliever on the hill and someone else warming up. I was thrown a heater on the inner half, but belt high, and I top handed it into the third row to make it 9-0. My last at bat in the ninth, the reliever got behind to me 3-0 with two on and then threw a &quot;get me over&quot; fastball, which I got over the centerfield wall. I had broken one of the most asinine of unwritten baseball rules, letting 3-0 pitches go by. Fuck that. <br /> <br /> All their infielders squawked as I trotted by them and then I rolled into home and, of course, Suzuki gives me shit. I shouted at him, &quot;compete on every pitch or go work at Burger King,&quot; I snarled. Then I flashed the number &quot;4&quot; with my fingers to represent what I just victimized him and his pitching staff for to put myself in the history books with just one day of major league experience.<br /> <br /> The next day, KI was fully expecting to get flipped when I came up in the first. And yep, here comes a fastball right at my head. I backed away from it by bending my back. Then they threw a slider down and away and I swung and missed at it. I was out on my front foot. But I did this intentionally and let the bat fly at the pitcher with all the force I could use to snap my wrists to make it happen. The bat crashed into the southpaw’s throwing arm and he went down like he’d been shot because he now had a broken upper limb. The benches emptied. I spun around and caught Suzuki, who stands all of about 5’11&quot;, flush in the face with my metal spiked baseball shoes and not just put him in a coma for three weeks, but ripped part of his face off. Several of his teammates came at me, but I knocked them all out with a combination of roundhouse kicks, straight righthands and karate chops. The police had to come on to the field to settle the brawl while I stood tall inviting more of their players to try to take a shot at me. I was ejected by the umpire, so I got in his face and backed him up against the screen because he kept retreating as I vociferously made my case. My manager and one of the coaches pulled me away. <br /> <br /> Once I went to the dugout, I phoned up to the press box and told the media that the lefthanded pitcher should have been charged with assault with a deadly weapon and attempted mayhem, but that the Oakland police were so in the pockets of the ballclub that I didn’t think it would happen. &quot;If he had thrown at a cop he would be dead so quick from a hail of gunfire it would have made everybody’s head swim. They kill Oscar Grant for having the temerity of being a black man on a passenger train, but they let a white guy with a hard sphere in his hand that has been known to kill people off by mere dint of him committing the assault on a baseball field,&quot; I advocated. <br /> <br /> That day’s Oakland battery were out for the remainder of the schedule. Two of the guys I punched out sustained facial fractures and were o the DL for a couple of months. One of them was their starting third baseman, so that hurt both him and the bay area nine further. The other guy was a scrub. I was out for a month due to the ensuing suspension. But during that time, I not only expressed zero remorse for what I did, I accused the commissioner, Bud Selig, for being soft on beanballs and thus creating an atmosphere that will one day get someone killed. &quot;You’ll have blood on your hands there, Bud, and people will remember how I called you out on this issue and how you just sat on your hands and let someone die. If that isn’t contributory negligence, I don’t know what is,&quot; I charged. I also called the A’s manager and the lefthander in question &quot;a couple of headhunting bush leaguers who are disgraces to the game.&quot; The manager shot back, &quot;wait, he takes out four of my players, puts one of them into a coma, and he calls ME&nbsp; a disgrace? He has a screw loose and belongs in prison.&quot; I retorted that, &quot;not only was what I did an act of self defense, but that he was willing to call a pitch that could cripple me for the rest of my life or even kill me for a competitive advantage during a kid’s game. He’s the one who belongs in prison for essentially inciting a riot and taking part in a conspiracy to commit an act of mayhem. The guy is a complete thug, as are Suzuki and his pitcher. Why are they not being prosecuted?&quot; I fumed. <br /> <br /> MLB’s lawyers, afraid that the commissioner’s unwillingness to deal with this question was going to see the league filed on by the kind of mass lawsuits like the NFL was being inundated with, advised him that he had better do something about this issue<br /> <br /> This was the last time anyone threw at my head. When I came back, I was seeing a lot of pitches out over the plate and I was hammering them. By the end of May, I had 21 homers and 52 RBIs. So in June, I rarely saw a fastball and my walk rate went way up because breaking balls are harder to command than heaters are. I absolutely crushed some hangers. I was also running all the time because of the bases on balls and so if you walked me with nobody on it was like giving me third base. Despite the incident with the A’s, I was voted on to the all star team. At the break I was hitting .464 with 33 homers and 60 steals<br /> <br /> With my growing fame, the number of girls interested in being with me also swelled. On a road trip to Anaheim, I had my pick of half a dozen blondes, who immediately surrounded me when we landed in the hotel lobby. I took this one little hardbodied girl upstairs to my room and watched as she peeled her halter top and her little white dress off of her tanned, toned physique. She also had nice, thick lips and I spent a while just kissing her while I fondled her natural looking D cups and flicked her stiff nipples with my fingers. She had a little landing strip fronting her pussy and I brought the noise to it with gusto, reaming her to a number of orgasms before I unburdened my balls inside of her.<br /> <br /> As she lay there with my spunk drooling out of her pink entrance, I took in how amazing she looked. That was all she was, a fuck object, because she had very little content. I had to probe her inner wetness again with my dipstick and turned her twat into a sloshing mess with the two loads of semen I injected into her. Fuck, it was soooo good to be me. .<br />

Supernatural Stories

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 02:16:37 UTC

sex genie

I had just got off work and was standing in front of the door. I worked the night shift so the sun was just coming up. there was a small brown box on the doorstep addressed to me . "hmm I don’t think I ordered anything." I picked up the box and took it inside. I sat it down on my kitchen table. I had just moved out of my mom’s house a few days ago. I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda. "just what I needed." I sat down at the table and popped the can open.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my box cutter. "ok what we got ." I cut the tape and opened the flaps. "o awesome bubble wrap." I pulled out the first layer and started popping it . "god it never gets old." I sighed to myself and looked in the box. "an old oil lamp the fuck?" I pulled it out and looked it over in my hand. I looked back in the box and found a note. "rub and play." I laughed.

"o god in such a perv." under that note was another note. it read, "I know you don’t know me john that’s cause you family does not want you to. I’m you uncle dug. I have chosen you to inherit my lucky lamp. we are both a lot alike so I hope you like the joke I left you on the other note. anyway, this lamp is very special do not lose it. if you have any questions simply wish for me to be there. I would love to meet you in person." I put the note down and looked at the lamp. I picked up my phone and called my mom. "hey john how are you?" she asked. "I’m good, but I got a box today the note on it said it was from an uncle dug."

my mom gasped. "john does not open that box you get rid of it right now dug is not a good person he did all kinds of satanic things." I had a very dark side and whenever anyone said someone or something was satanic or demonic it only made me want to learn more about it. "o gosh I’m getting rid of it right now ." I lied . "ok good if he sends you anything else just get rid of it." I hung up the phone and rubbed the lamp.

it got warm to the touch. I quickly sat it on the table and backed up in case it exploded. blue and purple smoke came out of the spout. "o I could so jizz my pants right now." I said with a huge smiled forming on my face. the smoke hung to the table and started to take form. first feet then legs and so forth. soon two beautiful girls sat on my table. they wore belly dancer clothing. they hopped down and got on their knees. "hello master ." the said speaking as one. "sup." they kept their heads to the ground . "so my uncle dug sent me a genie lamp with two genie inside it." I said to myself. they both suddenly got off their knees and sat back on the table. "thank goodness it’s you might have been anyone ." said the right one . "look he is so happy to see us." said the one on the left.

I looked them both up and down. the one on the left had purple hair in a ponytail. her skin was a bit pale but not like dead pale. her eyes glowed purple actually glowed. the one on the right had blue hair in a ponytail. she had the same kind of skin and her eyes glowed blue. I could not get the big ass smile off my face. "so master." I held up my hand and stopped her. "don’t do that I don’t like being called that sir or john will do just fine." they smiled at me showing perfect white teeth and slightly large canines.

"ok sir ," said the blue one, "since you have finally left that stupid women’s house you uncle has sent us to you we are yours to do with what you wish " she laughed , "literally" we all three said. we all started laughing, "that was too perfect" I said wiping away a fake tear, " ok now it’s your turn to give us names," said the purple one. I looked at them both. "really I get to name you?" they nodded . " ok give me a second……how about your sapphire." I pointed to the blue one. "and your emma ." I pointed at the purple one. "ok then that was easy it took your uncle an hour to name us good job." said emma.

"sir may I change my clothes I always hated wearing this stuff?" asked emma, "go ahead but do it in" she winked at me and her clothes changed, "never mind," she was now wearing a black T-shirt and short denim skirt. very short skirt it stopped mid thigh. her lips were covered in black lipstick and her nails were painted dark purple. she had black fishnet gloves on her hands and combat boots on her feet. "god damn." I whispered under my breath. " so are we just gonna have to sit on this table all day or what?" she asked. " I pulled myself out of my perverted thoughts.

" o yea we can talk in my living room," I said going to in. it was connected to my kitchen anyway I lived in a small trailer alone. they got off the table and followed me into the living room. "I plopped myself down on my futon couch, "god ok i know I only get like three or well maybe six wishes so first one is I want a better tv." emma and sapphire sat down on both sides of me emma on my right and sapphire on my left," sure thing" said sapphire . she clicked her tongue and the instead of the fat ass tv it was now a wide flat screen, "o don’t worry about the whole limited wishes thing we are not that kind of genie ," said sapphire.

they both moved closer to me and put their arms behind my back snuggling into my sides . "is this ok sir?" asked emma. I nodded my head . this was the best day ever I had two super hot girls snuggling up to me . "so what kind of genie are you two?" I asked putting my arms over their shoulders. "we are family genie we get passed down the line from person to person. you uncle wanted to pass us down to you cause he knew you had an open mind and would not think of us as evil like everyone else in your family did. "

I remembered the other note I had read. "o yea I wish my uncle dug was here." sapphire clicked her tongue and my uncle slowly materialized into the room. "its about time you wished me here gosh ." I was expecting an old man or someone, not my age. instead it was someone that just a few years older than me. "you my uncle dug?" she smiled at me. he was white with brown flat hair. he was very well built. his eyes were green. "yep. I wished to look young forever but I’m actually forty-three." he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a chair from the table. he put it down in front of me backward and sat down.

"im glad i was right about you john the rest of our family think those two are demons and that i sold my soul to the devil." i laughed at the stupidity of it. " they are just so close minded they think anything not go is a demon or evil." i nodded my head smiling i was happy to meet someone who understood.

" i know right my mom is so horrible ." he nodded his head. "well anyway have they told you the rules of wish making yet?" o shook my head. " ok first you cant make someone fall in love with you." i shrugged . "i guessed that already." he smiled . " two you cant bring people from the dead the magic of a genie does not work in the void. three you cant wish for immorality you can wish to be healed but when you time to die comes the genie magic will not work on you how ever there is a way around that you can make wishes before your time comes to avoid it extending your like ."

he stopped to breath. "four you can not i mean can not let humanity know about genies a friend or two yea but don’t let it start spreading around if you do they ." he pointed at the to girls . "will be relocated to another family." he took a deep breath. " ok that it now if you could wish me back home i was in the middle of something." i smiled at the look in his eye when he said something. "i wish you were back home." he vanished. " well those rules are easy to work with."

"hey emma i wish i had a sweet sound system over there in the corner." "sure think sir" a high quality stereo system appeared in the corner. " and here is the remote." it appeared in my hand. "sweetness." "sir is there anything else." asked emma. her hand was on my chest and slowly moving down. i saw the lust in her eyes. "emma come on really its the first day and you already want to sleep with him you such a slut." my head turned to sapphire . "but hes hot and i have been in that lamp for over a week in smoke form ." sapphire got up shaking her head. "what ever im gonna get something to eat. what you guess want. i gave her funny look as she opened the door and turned to me. "what ?"

"well you a genie cant you just make food out of nothing." a loud smack made me turn to emma. "i knew dug was forgetting something. we cant use our powers for our own gain only our masters." i turned back to sapphire. "um pizza sounds good meat lovers ." i turned to sapphire . " that sounds awesome." she said. sapphire closed the door. it was just me an emma now. "now where were we." she got down on her knees and jerked by belt buckle open . lets get this cock out. " my dick had gotten hard just from seeing her on her knees. " hey whats up with sapphire does she not like sex or something?" emma had my dick out and in her hands. "no its not that she likes girls ." " o…. o wow that’s amazing." i looked down at emma who had my cock in her mouth and was sucking it like a animal.

"fucking shit your really good this." she had the whole thing in her mouth all eight inches. "thanks a lot of past masters have wished for a lot of sexual acts you name it i have done it." i decided to test this. "ok have oooo lord." she put my dick back in her mouth . " have you ever gotten double anal." she nodded her head without taking out my dick. "mmm" she moaned on my dick sending vibrations through it i could tell she was using her magic ." i thought you could only use your magic for my gain." she pulled her mouth of my dick but kept pumping it with her hand. "i am using it for you gain duh." she got up and pushed her skirt to her ankles and stepped out of it .

she was not wearing panties. "do you do this to everyone who rubs your lamp?" she straddled my lap and put her pussy above my dick. "sometimes they have to wish it but if there hot like you i do it myself." she put her right hand on the back of the couch and held my dick with the other."god tell you what you the biggest dick i have had without wish making." she slowly lowered herself onto me. "god that’s my fucking jam!" once the head was inside her she let herself fall onto it the rest of the way. " o fuck yea." her pussy was super tight and she had perfect control over her vaginal muscles . "god damn this a good pussy." she started to bounce herself on it. " o o fuck you dick is so fucking hard. " i grabbed her tight ass and squeezed it. "o i like that." she said showing her beautiful teeth. "then your gonna love this." i pushed my index finger into her ass.

"O GOD JOHN !" she bit down on my shoulder sending pleasure filled pain into my body. "o yes you like to get rough don’t you." she nodded her head not taking her mouth off my neck. i started thrusting as she came down and moving my finger in and out of her ass. " mmmm fuck john i gonna cum ." i felt her pussy tighten on my cock and grow very hot." o fuck you pussy loves this dick don’t it." she bit down harder as her orgasm shot through her. i felt her break skin but my hormones turned the pain to pleasure .

she stopped bouncing and rested with my dick berried in her pussy. she was shaking from her orgasm. when she finally took her teeth off my neck her mouth had my blood on it. " sorry john i did not. AAAAH!" i flipped us over so that i was her and she was laying with her back on the couch. " that is so damn sexy." i picked her legs up and held them together in the air. i started to thrust hard into her pussy. " o god john i just came im o fuck fuck deeper please deeper!" she reached up and held her legs allowing me to grab her hips and put more force into my thrusts .

i pulled my dick out and replaced it with my finger. i finger fucked her pussy good and deep lubing up my finger. "o fuck john you fingers are so damn good don’t stop im gonna cum don’t stop!" i pulled my fingers out of her before she could. "why did you O SHIT MY ASS!" i shoved two fingers into her ass and spread them around making it loosen up a bit. i pulled my finger out and positioned my cock at her ass. without warning or any control over myself o thrust my full length into her asshole. "O MY GOD MY ASS FUCK IT HARD LEAVE ME SORE !" she screamed. i pounded into her ass hard and fast as i could . it felt amazing .

i could feel myself close to cumming . " O JOHN JOHN JOHN SPANK ME PLEASE I NEED TO BE PUNISHED FOR BEING A SLUT !" i was more then happy to do it . i smack her ass hard leaving pink making her scream and leaving pink hand prints. " O US IM YOU SLUT PUNISH YOUR SLUT !" her words were to much i pulled my cock out of her ass slammed it as deep into her cunt as i could and blew my loud. " O GOD JOHN IM CUUUUUUUUMMMING!!" i had never had such a strong orgasm. ropes of cum just kept shooting out of my cock. when my balls finally became empty she spread her legs and i collapsed on top of her.

"aww he’s all tuckered out." she said. i felt myself falling asleep.

Supernatural Stories

Tue, 28 Jul 2015 10:24:45 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 71

When what passed for my high school’s spring training began, it was pretty crazy. MLB writers and scouts came just to watch my workouts. The Seattle Mariners, due to another season of one of the worst offenses in recent major league annals, had finished with the worst record in all of baseball and held the first pick. So I was asked a lot about my willingness to play for that organization, to which I replied it would be an honor even if their ballpark eats up righthand hitters. Because of amateur rules, I hadn’t been allowed to hire an agent yet, but I nonetheless vowed that a deal would get done and, hopefully, quickly at that and structured in such a way as to not be too burdensome to the club if I washed out. The team’s vociferous fan base, fed up with suspect ownership and an inability to develop power hitting prospects in its farm system, liked those statements a lot and many said that if they took anyone else they would never follow the ballclub again. <br /> <br /> Because of the attention I received last season, our games, including our supposed away contests, were booked at the same ballpark we played our final game at the previous year. We opened against the worst team in the league with probably 2,000 people in attendance, most of them with their cellphone cameras out. When I came to bat in the first inning, the first pitch their hurler threw me was a low 80’s fastball that was as straight as a string on the inner half and&nbsp; up (he had obviously overthrown it). I clobbered it on to the freeway well over 500 feet away. I didn’t stand there and admire it because I hate that bush league shit. I lit out like a bat out of hell for first until the umpire signaled home run and then went into my trot. It was named ESPN’s &quot;play of the day&quot; and was also featured on Baseball Tonight. <br /> <br /> The gargantuan size of that shot put the pitcher on his heels and he continued to overthrow. We had hit him up for a four spot by the time I came to bat again, this time with the bags juiced. They called in a new pitcher, who threw me a hanging curve ball, and I torched it off the chain link fence that bordered the freeway. Then when I came up in the second with a man on and my side up 11-0, they threw at me. That pitch had nothing on it, though, and I easily backed away from it. As I expected, he attempted to throw a slider away and I belted it off the top of the rightfield wall for a triple and came home on a wild pitch. I asked out of the game so our bench players could get some at bats. When I didn’t come out to play center in the top of the third, the crowd groaned and left. <br /> <br /> The next game was a complete joke. Because of the tv coverage, an estimated more than 5,000 fans turned out. The beginning of the game had to be delayed so that the police could mobilize to handle the crowd size. Traffic immediately in front of the park, which was on the major thoroughfare in town, was at a standstill since parking ran out very quickly and people were cruising around the surrounding neighborhoods seeking a spot. There was some talk it would be canceled, but the cops opted against that due to fears of a riot. In the first inning, those fans booed when the pitcher wouldn’t throw me a strike and I took a four pitch walk. The pitcher, a junior, got to feel what it was like to be heckled by a big throng. I stole second and third and came home on a slow roller to short. <br /> <br /> The next time I came up was in the third with one out and two on. Again , the first two pitches were balls. Then he left his fastball a couple inches on the plate but about knee high near the outside corner and I pounded it well beyond the rightfield wall. I was intentionally walked the next two times up, but we won 7-2 anyway. <br /> <br /> Now what were we going to do for our next faceoff? It was a home game for us, but we couldn’t afford to move it to Angels Stadium. So we ended up playing it at Cal State Fullerton in front of an overflow turnout. The opponent was the team that won our league’s title last year and they scored three runs off of us in the first to take the lead. Their hillsman threw me nothing but sliders, the first two in the dirt, the third one he hung middle out and I seared it on a line off the scoreboard in centerfield. They scored two more in the second to widen their advantage to 5-1. I came up in the bottom of the inning with the bases loaded and they intentionally walked me to force in a run, resulting in the pitcher being on the receiving end of all kinds of verbal abuse. The &quot;pussy, pussy&quot; chant reared its head loudly and this rattled the pitcher, who walked the next two men, too, to make it a one run ballgame. He hung another slider and our cleanup hitter took it downtown and we were up 8-5. We lit up the reliever for two more runs, but they came back for two runs of their own. <br /> <br /> The next time I came to the plate, the catcher signaled for four wide ones and the crowd went bonkers, especially since there was nobody on. Trash was tossed on to the field and the pitcher was having his manhood challenged by hecklers. Now the chant was, &quot;faggot, faggot&quot; as he delivered the intentional walk. When I got to first, he started holding the ball and stepping off or throwing over to first a lot, which infuriated the crowd even more. When he finally threw the ball, he left it right down the pipe to our number two hitter, who lined it into the gap, and I motored around to score. Then between innings, a police officer had words with the other team’s coach. I have no idea what it was about. But when I came up in the the seventh, they pitched to me with two men on. It was another heater that got too much of the plate and I almost hit it on to Yorba Linda Blvd. The final score was 14-10, definitely not pretty. <br /> <br /> While all that shit was going on, Red Sentinel was in the process of booking its first North America summer club tour. Our cd was around the 50,000 mark in copies sold by that time. There was also a lot of interest in Japan and Europe and we would address those a couple months later once we had the U.S. and Canada dates finalized. In fact, we would be out on the road when the MLB draft would be held in late June. I had taken delivery of our tour bus and rented one for our now 12 man road, security and video crew. We also had a team of four bus drivers. In addition, I bought a truck to haul our equipment in and hired drivers for that, too. I was going to lose a shitload of money on the tour, but it was a trivial amount against my overall fortune. <br /> <br /> Anyway, my team won all of its games and I was named county, state and national High School Player of the Year after I didn’t make an out all season (14 games—small sample size, but oh well). We went to the state tournament at the beginning of June, which was held at Dodger Stadium, and there we faced another hot amateur prospect, pitcher Horacio Calderon, who was reputed to throw in the mid to high 90’s. The first pitch he threw me was clocked at 96mph according to the stadium scoreboard. No word on&nbsp; how fast it left the yard, because I hit it on a line into the back section of the leftfield stands, eliciting oohs and aahs from the small crowd that was there. My second at bat, he threw me a poor excuse for a slider, but there was enough of a difference with his number one that I was slightly out on my front side when I made contact and sliced it into the first row of the rightfield stands near the foul pole. That tied the game 2-2. None of my teammates could do anything with Calderon, who struck me out on a high fastball out of the zone in my third plate appearance and our pitching was suspect to begin with, so we dropped the contest 6-3. I cracked another titanic homer against Calderon’s successor in the ninth.<br /> <br /> That put us in the loser’s bracket in the double elimination tournament. Sunday,&nbsp; in my first at bat, which was televised live on ESPN during their Sunday Night Baseball game, I got a low 90’s middle out thigh high fastball and beat the living daylights out of it, rocketing it over the roof in leftcenter and into the parking lot. No, I couldn’t believe it, either. It had to be close to 600 feet. An ESPN reporter tried to interview me during the game, but I waved him off, saying that I didn’t want to show up my teammates or the other team. That shot got me nominated for an ESPY, too, but I never showed up at the ceremony because I was on tour. I wouldn’t have gone anyway. That knocked the pitcher off of his emotional moorings and we put up a five spot in that inning, capped off by a bases clearing triple from our seven hole hitter. I then leadoff the second and rammed a slider down and away into the rightfield corner for a triple and scored on a squeeze. We couldn’t hold that lead, though, and our opponent stormed back to tie it in the fourth. The next time I came up, we had men on second and third, so with a base open, they walked me and then we couldn’t score. My fourth time up, there was no one on, so they pitched to me and I overswung a bit and hit the top half of the ball hard for a single to left. I stole second and third, but our next hitter popped up and that was the inning. In the ninth, I was up with a man on first and they had a two run lead, so they walked me and that was how I ended my schoolboy career. <br /> <br /> When I&nbsp; got to school Monday, because they had shown that drive I hit at Dodger Stadium on the local and national news and talked about how I was likely going to be the top MLB draft pick, now even people who had never met or seen me knew who I was and I got bugged for autographs and photos the whole day. Some girls I had never met before sent naked pictures of themselves to my band’s Facebook and homepage email addresses. My webmaster deleted the lot and I never responded to those overtures. I was called into the office to meet with local reporters who had shown up to try to talk to me. When I saw them, I just turned around and walked away, closing my classroom’s door on them and having my teacher lock it. They followed me to my second period class and I finally had to call the police to have them kicked out. I phoned my security people and had them accompany me to my other classes. <br /> <br /> I didn’t go home after school. Instead, our security hustled both Valerie and me off to our warehouse complex, where we spent the night. I ordered my webmaster to just delete any email requests from the media for interviews through the weekend unless they were from heavy metal or guitar&nbsp; magazines. Just as a precaution, I had my security with me the entire rest of the week.<br /> <br /> The middle of June, school ended. That Friday, we hit the road, landing in San Diego that night&nbsp; before heading north and then, after Seattle, heading east. We had press turning up wanting to interview me about baseball, but I had our security inform them that baseball was off the table so long as we were on tour. A lot of baseball bloggers came out to see us anyway and we read headlines like: &quot;Clint Parker and Red Sentinel: Not Just Another Dumb Jock Vanity Project.&quot; <br /> <br /> The following Monday was the draft and the Mariners took me first. We were in Portland at the time and so the sports guys in the Pacific Northwest flocked to our show to interview me, but our security people told them that we wouldn’t be doing baseball interviews until after the end of the tour. Then some team officials showed up to our show in Seattle and I had them kicked out for being too much of a distraction. They didn’t like that too much, but tough shit. I technically wasn’t a member of the team yet. That really set baseball tongues clacking along the lines of, &quot;does Parker really want to play baseball?&quot; and &quot;what the f*** is up with this guy?&quot; <br /> <br /> What was up with me was the girls who showed up to take care of my sexual needs and, by extension, those of our road crew and the rest of the group. To get to me, after my head of security checked their ID’s and had them sign statements acknowledging what they were about to do would be filmed&nbsp; for our protection,, I made every girl blow one of our roadies, video crew, truck or bus drivers or security. Gotta take of your homies, you know what I’m sayin’? So we’d all be sitting&nbsp; in the bus and there would be these lumps of long hair in the groins of my crew. The first girl got one of my bus drivers off, so I took her in the back and slammed my meat into her, spearing her petite little Italian-American self to several orgasms before serving her her reward, big dollops of my cum. <br /> <br /> Of course, it would take me a few minutes to get it back up, so I would say to the other hopeful females, &quot;you know what would really turn me on and speed things along? Rub your pussies together.&quot; Some of them refused, calling me &quot;a pig&quot; for making that request, which would then get them tossed off the bus. That slowed the roll of the other girls, who then meekly complied with whatever I told them to do, including blowing and stroking band members only to then be told that we had to move on to our next destination, leaving them out in the dark with semen in their stomachs and only a couple with my fluid in their cunts. <br /> <br /> Knowing that these bitches were there almost exclusively for me and my money, by providing a chance for my band and crew to use them, the groupies and whores got nothing out of it except inadvertently promoting the esprit d’corps of our little band of road warriors. <br />

Supernatural Stories

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 23:28:40 UTC

Amber’s Ghost Part 2

I still remember it all so clearly, no matter how many days or years it has been since then. On that first night it happened to me I told myself to keep it a secret; mostly due to fear then, but now, well, I don’t know. I just knew that I couldn’t keep it all in my mind anymore so I decided to write all of my memories of it into a special diary. Maybe it would be useful later, maybe not.

After the night of my first encounter, the days and following weeks seemed uneventful. Even with it still fresh on my mind I did my best to focus on my schoolwork. My mom still thought I had been masturbating that night or exploring my body, however she put it. I knew some stuff about sex and all that, but I didn’t feel like having that conversation with her just yet. Would she even believe me if I told her what actually happened? Would I even be able to tell her? The feeling of the tightness around my throat was a constant reminder to keep it my secret.

With a month having passed by I found myself more focused on life again, though it was mostly just school for me. Then it came to that time again. I felt the cramps in my stomach and soon after the flow of my period. It was my second one and already I hated it. I assume most girls do though. With that happening and my focus on maintaining my 4.0 grade average, I had all but let that night slip from my thoughts.

After the cramps were finished and my monthly visit over, I felt rather peppy and cheerful. When I got home from school that day, I sat down with my mom and had the talk with her. It was a little weird and awkward, but she explained to me about sex and how it’s done safely. She went over the whole condom thing and how I should wait until I find the right person. Masturbation came up again as well. All in all the conversation went better than I thought. She gave me and tight hug and told me she loved me no matter what, which ended the conversation that most young people dread having and I’m sure most parents too.

That night I showered and dressed into my pajamas and watched some tv in bed. As I started to fall asleep I reached for the controller and turned it off. My dreams were pleasant. I was out with my best friend Rachel, just walking through the mall. It was a normal kind of social dream, at least for me. We continued to walk until I felt a sudden hand on my shoulder. It turned me around to face a man, but I couldn’t really make out his face. He started to kiss on my mouth and before I could do anything his hands ripped my shirt right down the middle. I instantly woke and sat right up, feeling my heart beating in my chest like crazy.

My covers were all at the foot of the bed and I was completely naked. I had left my door opened partly every night since that last time, including tonight, but now it was closed. Before I could get out of bed, I felt hands on both of my shoulders pushing me lay back down. I was pinned against the bed again, just like last time. I saw the imprints of fingers form against my breasts, moving about and feeling them. Then the sucking started again. My pink, hard nipples being sucked against the empty air. I could feel it causing tension in my chest, like a pulsating warmth. The feeling made me shiver and I moaned very softly. The flesh of my breasts started to slowly grow out, forming into shapely mounds. They still weren’t that big, but now they could easily be grabbed by a hand. Just then, both of my hands were forced to move, one moving to breast and the other moved down between my legs.

My hand squeezed my breast and rolled my nipple between my fingers. My other hand slipped a finger inside of me, wetting it and slowly moving back to my clit. Unlike last time, my fingers started to move quickly, sending a sudden and strong sensation through my body. It caused me to moan out and I shivered more. While I couldn’t help but to rub my own clit, I felt my legs being spread open. After several intense minutes of rubbing myself, I was able to stop. My arms were gently moved and pinned down again, while my legs remained open.

I looked at my door, hoping my mom would come in again, but everything seemed quiet out in the hall. A few moments went by with nothing happening until I felt a warmth cover my clit, then it felt like it was being licked. I couldn’t sit up to see, but I could feel it; the licking and sucking. It just seemed to continue and continue, only increasing in urgency as it made me shiver and moan. In my center I could feel a sensation building, almost like an itch being scratched over and over again, but with no pain. It was a warm, tingle at first that seemed to grow and once it reached it certain point, it sky rocketed and I had no idea what was happening.

There was an explosion inside of me and my body shook all over and tensed up. I remember trying to grip at the bed with my fingers and my toes curling up. Goose bumps covered my skin and my hips lifted into the air from the bed. It all crashed through my body and mind so suddenly that it felt like forever in an instant. Of course I know now that I had experienced my very first orgasm. I was free to move around again and I sat up slowly, looking over my slightly damp body, with two curved boobs curving outward from my chest now and capped with rock hard nipples. Between my legs the bed was wet and so was I. I touched over my breasts and even my vagina where my wetness quickly latched onto my fingers. I don’t know why, but I brought that finger to my mouth and tasted myself again. My body seemed to relax now and I managed to get up long enough to clean up some before putting my pajamas back on.

When morning came, I once again got up to look in the mirror. I was expecting everything to be back to normal like last time. My fingers quickly undid the buttons on my top and I pulled it open to look. My normal soft, puffy nipples were instead still erect. My breasts were quite as large as last night, but were still bigger than before. I reached to rub a nipple to try and mellow it out, but instead I got a sharp sensation in return that seemed to move right down to my clit. I tried to touch the other one next and once more a ripple of pleasure coursed right to my clit, making my legs shaky.

For the first time since trying it on, I took out my training bra and put it on. There was no way I was going to be able to hide my nipples under my shirt otherwise. It was hard to concentrate at school and to this day I don’t even know how I managed to get by. As soon as I got back home I went right to my room to check on my boobs. They were still hard and I avoided touching them this time.

As I thought about it I realized that my mom hadn’t interrupted this time. Whatever the ghost was trying to do last month seemed to work this time. While I kept looking at myself in the mirror, I undressed to look over the rest of my body. I turned and looked at my backside and then back around, doing a small circle. I felt over myself gently with my hands, feeling my soft skin while I watched my reflection in the mirror. There was something satisfying about it that made me continue.

Before long I moved my hand up, running it over my smooth skin until I reached my breast. I touched a fingertip upon my hard nipple and just like this morning it shot a wave down to my clit. It made me shiver and then I touched the other. I kept touching them, sending those pleasing little waves through my body while my free hand dipped between my legs. My eyes watched my reflection the entire time mimicking ever motion I made. Soon my hand was quite busy between my leg and I used my other hand to lean against the mirror now as I masturbated. I moved closer and closer to my reflection until I touched my nipple to the glass. Even further I leaned in and gave my reflection a soft kiss as I closed my eyes.

I opened them again as I stepped back a little, feeling myself getting close to that climax that I felt last night. The warmth grew again until it exploded, sending me into a shaky ball of pleasure. I felt my thighs becoming wetter and wetter as my orgasm held me. I looked down at the mirror, a little scared that I had made myself bleed, but instead I found my wetness intensely squirting from me. No matter how much I tried to hold back, those several spurts splattered down my thighs.

I went and got a towel to clean up the mess I made, both on myself and on the floor, doing my best to dry it. Before getting dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and saw that my nipples were soft again. I touched each one, finding that they were back to their puffy form and it didn’t send a jolt through my body anymore. Once I finished cleaning up I went to take a shower and afterwards I started on my homework. I stopped to have dinner and finished the last bit of work after eating. Eventually I made my way into bed and to sleep.

The rest of the week was uneventful and on the weekend I went to the mall with my friend Rachel. She was more developed physically than I was and we were the same age, just a month off. She was a blonde and a little taller than me and her breasts were already B cups. It had been almost a year since she started wearing a bra and since she had experience with it, she was going to help me. Most other teens probably had their mom help with this stuff, but I felt more comfortable doing it with Rachel since we talked about everything since elementary school.

We picked out a few A cup bras and took them to the fitting room. I slipped out of my shirt and started to look at the bras. This was a new experience for me; I had never thought about buying bras before and definitely not trying them on. Before I could think too much on it, my thought was interrupted by Rachel.

“Looks like someone is cold.” She said with a giggle, her eyes looking slightly down at my boobs.

“Huh?” I responded, unsure of what she meant at first.

I looked down too and saw that my nipples were fully hard again. Just looking at them started to make me a little wet between my legs. Then Rachel casually reached up and pinched them both, which nearly made my legs give out as that pleasure rapidly made its way through my body and down to my clit. I fought back a moan with all of my power.

“You have really nice nipples.” She complimented me with a smile. “I wouldn’t worry so much if they don’t really big.”

“Yeah… thanks.” I said back to her and smiled too, my brain too distracted by the throbbing started between my legs now to say much else.

I tried on each bra, carefully avoiding much contact with my nipples while Rachel hooked them in the back for me. They all seemed to fit to my liking so I dressed back up and we went to buy them. Before leaving the mall, I stopped into the restroom since it was about a 20 minute walk back home. As I sat in the stall, I wasn’t even sure why I had gone in there. I really didn’t need to go that bad, but something in the back of my mind wanted to come in here.

With seemingly nothing else better to do while I tried to go, I pulled my shirt up and looked at my boobs. I couldn’t resist touching my nipples anymore and I started to play with them. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. As I teased them, I felt a wetness against my skin, right between my breasts, then it moved down like a tongue licking me. It went quickly and the warmth closed over my clit. That invisible mouth started to suck and lick my clit while my legs were pressured into spreading out more. I couldn’t stand having this thing touching me like this, but it felt so good. My fingers continued to play with my nipples while I was sucked on.

Soon I felt that warmth in the pit of my body starting to build and I knew that soon I would have that heavenly feeling again. I started to rock my hips some as I got closer and closer, but before I finished I heard Rachel calling me.

“Comon Amber, you’ve been in here forever. What are you doing?”

I could hear her walking toward the stall and even with her getting closer, the teasing on my clit didn’t stop. I was really close to finishing and instead of that mouth going to faster, it slowed down some. With Rachel almost to the stall, I reached my hand to try and finish myself only to have my hands pinned to my sides. Then something grabbed my hair and tugged my head back some.

“I’ll be right out! I had to go.. you know.” I managed to yell out to her just before she got to my stall.

“Really Amber? You couldn’t wait until you got home? Jeez. Fine, I’ll be right outside.”

I felt some relief as she started to leave and that was quickly replaced by the pain of being pulled up to my feet by my hair. I stumbled forward a little and caught myself with my hands on the door. My hips were tugged back some and then a hard smack landed on my butt. I winced some and winced again as another hit me on the other side. Everything stopped for a moment and I felt my body tingle and go numb.

A few minutes later, a warm tingle crawled over my skin and my hands moved on their own to unlock the stall. Then my whole body moved on its own as I walked out and to the mirror. I undressed without any control before sitting sideways on the sink counter. To my luck or to my misfortune, no one seemed to be in the bathroom with me. My hand moved down between my legs, with my middle and ring fingers slipping into my pussy, while my thumb pressed on my clit. My hand fingered me vigorously and quickly regained my arousal from a few minutes ago. Instead of it continuing, it stopped again and suddenly I was back in control.

My first thought was to quickly get dressed and run out of the bathroom, but instead I watched my reflection in the mirror, my nude body on display with my fingers inside of me. I started to move my fingers again, bringing it back up to speed. The sound of my fingers sliding in and out echoed in the bathroom. I’m not sure how long I took, but I eventually reach that feeling and once again I watched as several spurts of my wetness shot out over the sink and floor. Before getting dressed I leaned and kissed myself on the mirror, then hurried to meet back up with Rachel.

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Tue, 30 Jun 2015 16:22:39 UTC

The Time Shifter Chapter 70

Two weeks after school ended, the artist who designed our logo showed up with some preliminary sketches for our debut album’s cover. We chose which one we were going to use and we also hashed out plans for the booklet that was to go into the cd. We then had a photo shoot that same week. By then, we had over 30 what we felt were great songs nailed. Now it was just going to be a matter of determining what we were going to put on the album and who we would have produce it. <br /> <br /> Because I had been focusing so much on managing the band’s affairs, I had pretty much neglected my sex life. Even when I went to the beach to relax, I ignored the bevy of skimpily attired women because my mind was drifting off to what to do about our music and the marketing of it. About the only thing I had been intimate with over that period was my righthand. <br /> <br /> In early August, we had to register for our classes. While Valerie and I were there, we went to the activities director and got our band booked to play at lunch the first day of school. Since I had done it before in previous incarnations, I went around to several American Legion halls and booked us into them beginning the Friday after school began. Then, with the help of our sound and lights guy, I had to rent a modular stage and find a band to open for us. I also had our artist design flyers for us and we took his design down to Kinko’s to have them printed up. <br /> <br /> After that, we had to design our own stage and a professional drum riser, which would take some time before we took delivery on it. Our drummer cobbled together an improvised riser and then I had to subcontract security. So for a couple weeks there, we were running around like chickens with our heads cut off. I also decided it was time to formally open our office. Fortunately, we were able to shanghai Valerie’s dad in to help us organize that hiring process. He was stoked that he was going to&nbsp; be able to see his daughter play live and would take the day off to watch her do her first show. I already had a five man road crew that I had been paying a retainer to since we finished the initial renovations on the warehouse. We spent the next month conducting interviews and getting the human resources infrastructure in place. <br /> <br /> And if that wasn’t enough, there was a lot of talk in the media about who was going to finish the worst record in baseball so that they could draft me in June, 2013. Their 2012 record would determine the selection order. I felt compelled to issue a statement through a guy at a well known baseball magazine I was really friendly with that I would not sign with any team that deliberately tanked it so that they could get a shot at me. I further called for a lifetime ban on everyone involved if what amounted to throwing games surfaced, though I also added that I anticipated that everyone would play their asses off so they wouldn’t shortchange their fans. <br /> <br /> In the last paragraph of that statement, I also notified&nbsp; the Marlins that I would not play for them due to the former’s chaotic ownership situation (though I didn’t anticipate they would sink enough to have a shot at selecting me) and the latter being owned by what I consider to be one of the greatest baseball villains of recent times, Jeffrey Loria. <br /> <br /> &nbsp;With all the activity, time continued to scream by and, seemingly before we knew it, our road crew was loading in on the morning of the first day of school. The local fire department wouldn’t let us employ pyro, so it was just going to be giving the student body an unvarnished&nbsp; taste of the old melodic fast and loud. Valerie and I were excused from fourth period so we could soundcheck.15 minutes before we were to hit the first chord of our concert, we were ready. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the period, we launched into the intro of our first song, &quot;The Curse of Kings,&quot; based on a quote from Beethoven’s &quot;Eroica,&quot; and then went full on muppet metal with a&nbsp; thrashy classical infused rhythm. Chris’ double bass work rumbled over the concrete of our school’s amphitheater while Phil’s vocals echoed off the surrounding classroom buildings.. I blitzed the listeners with a speedy harmonic minor solo before we concluded with third harmony leads and fast tom tom bashing.<br /> <br /> We went right into our second tune, &quot;Holy Night Terrors,&quot; which was ignited by Valerie’s speedy lead intro, that was only slightly slower than its predecessor. The spectators were buying in and, when Valerie and I did an exchange of solos, a nice cheer for us went up. Any preliminary nervousness on our part was pretty much history as we felt locked in and, 25 minutes later, concluded with another warp speed track, &quot;The Eyes of Egypt.&quot; <br /> <br /> I went to the gym to shower and change out of my leather pants and boots in favor of a pair of jeans and tennis shoes while our roadies began loading out. I missed about half of my fifth period class as a result, as did Valerie. I got some high fives from my classmates after I walked in and was pretty proud about how our first public performance went.<br /> <br /> After that little exhibition and the publicity I was receiving in the media, all the whores and scam artists began to surface to seek a piece of me, including those who attended my school or lived in my hometown. Girls were literally throwing themselves at me, some literally walking up to me and showing me their tits or pulling up their skirts while I walked to class. Did I take advantage? Fuck yes I did! I wasn’t going to take any of those whores home, though. Instead, I led them to local motels and fucked them. They were using their wombs as slot machines, trying to let me get them pregnant. Too bad for them I was shooting blanks so that they were taking my jizz despite the fact that the sperm was either dead or there wasn’t any at all.<br /> <br /> That didn’t mean that they weren’t hot, though. I woud be at the local park longtossing with one of my high school teammates and a hot blonde would show up with huge Monsanto tits and a curvy, but not fat, figure, typical local female news anchor/rock and roll groupie face to ask for my autograph and then, when she was out of earshot to my workout partner, would proposition me even though I was still a wayd from being 18. I started carrying a video camera with me to fil these encounters, so I ran off to my car, grabbed my video camera and, while I was rolling, got her to promise to do both my buddy and I. Then we all headed off to a local motel. &quot;This bitch is unprotected, dude, so be happy with getting head from her and we’ll just use her until she can’t take it anymore.&quot; Of course, my buddy was up for it. <br /> <br /> When we got to the motel, she would rent the room (and yes, I was keeping track of all this in my little lyric book) and we would file into it and have her do naked lap dances for the two of us while I had the video camera rolling. We both felt her up while she did this, including penetrating her digitally, until I asked my buddy if he was ready. When he signaled he was, we took off our pants and I would tell her to first take care of the other guy with her mouth (and she had better do a good job!), including swallowing his cum, before I would impale her. Seeing only dollar signs, the whore complied eagerly and my friend was soon shooting his sperm packet down her throat. I got a glass of water and made her drink it to wash any remaining semen from her gob si that she wouldn’t be able to try to nail my buddy by sticking the semen into her pussy with her fingers. <br /> <br /> I lined my cock up with her hole and shoved all nine inches of it into her. &quot;Fuck, you’re huge!&quot; she gasped as I used her for my own pleasure, hammering my weapon into her while the video camera captured it all and my friend watched. I fully enjoyed reaming her, the sweet compression of her pussy joyously massaging my prong until I gushed my river of infertile mancream into her. I made her insert her fingers inside of herself and gather the cum I had spewed into her on them and lick them clean. I demanded that she toss my buddy’s salad and she did it! I got hard again and spiked her one more time while she continued rimming and licking my buddy’s asshole. She must have felt like a total loser when the pregnancy test came up negative or she had her next period. <br /> <br /> My female classmates, well, I must have done half the senior class before I graduated. The ones who were already 18 I took to a motel (I made them rent the room) and split their uprights. You would be amazed how many of them kept coming back for it even though everybody on campus knew I was a user. But that only enhanced my bad boy appeal. The ones who were still underage (in California, the age of consent is 18) I would do if they were hot. The ones who were sixes and sevens (which was about 90% of them) I would merely have them blow me in the parking lot while I sat in my car. It’s amazing what women will do when they smell money. So there was always a pussy or a mouth around my dick my senior year. It was beautiful. <br />

Supernatural Stories

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 22:24:04 UTC

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.

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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

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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.

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Thu, 25 Jun 2015 14:13:42 UTC